Since I've not been writing much recently, I decided to write another very short story, this one about something I've been thinking of lately. Writing such a story in the late night reminds me of when I more often did this seven years ago:
A man and a pregnant unicorn sit together in their home, but this isn't the setup to a joke. He sat relaxed at her rear end, head back, eyes closed, and left arm lazily resting on her side, with its hand cupping her belly that had been playing home to their foal for many months, and with a few more to pass before it would be finished. He'd brought in lunch on a silver platter, and already finished his serving, now listening to her getting close to finishing the rest. He tilted his head and peeked at her happy face; she had some food on her cheeks she'd not yet noticed, and her lips were closed around a spoon. He watched her eat unawares until she glanced his way and noticed; he smiled at her. "Enjoying the show, darling?"
"Of course. It's amazing to see my magical wife turn magical food into our magical child." His hand rubbed her for emphasis, but she only rolled her eyes. "Isn't that the way it worked where you came from, only sans the magic?" She rolled her eyes again at hearing "Yes, but it's amazing when you do it." though it did get her to grin.
The conversation evaporated while she finished, which she'd been close to doing already, and they continued to relax in the other's company until the third participant reminded her of its presence, and him through her. Both pairs of eyes stared at her middle, and he left his seat to crouch down beside it. He decided to put an ear to her skin, trying to listen in, although he didn't expect to hear anything he hadn't heard beforehand; he could only look at her while doing so, and didn't think he'd ever be able to forget the beauty and majesty the close perspective gave her, nor the adorable face she made as she looked away when only her newly-filled stomach had any interesting noises to make.
"No, no, don't listen. It feels so unlady-like." She shooed his head away from her with a hoof, but then he looked her over and could only think of one response. "I think it's most lady-like."
They settled for him listening in further down and out from where he had been, where there wasn't much room for any major organ but her heavy womb. He focussed on trying to hear the little heartbeat he knew was there, while his hands felt around in Post too long. Click here to view the full text.