It was a miracle Tanu could stand after what she went through today. It was not that she endured a series of intense squatting or getting railed by her partner. Instead, her usually lean, athletic build sported a round bouncing belly the size of the medicine balls she normally crunched with. She couldn’t wait for the bus to whisk her back to her bed to rest off one hell of a workout to her digestive tract. Then, after the first buffet ran out of food, she decided to test her limits with a second. Her partner, a massive well-built husky, was quite the eater himself. Yet, whenever he suggests eating more than his capacity, Tanu was quick to tell otherwise. Yet today, Tanu didn’t practice what she preached, and now here she was holding back nausea and some possible teasing when she returned home. Tanu placed one hand on her curvaceous waist and another on the underside of her engorgement. Her well-developed lower body should have supported the weight of her meal easily, yet she could feel a torrent of sweat beading off her every curve. Yet, Tanu couldn’t help bounce her full round tummy despite her unease to gauge the contents. With every lift and drop, she felt an ocean of slush slam into the sides of her stomach walls. Then, letting out a small burp, she soon regretted her decision to play with her food even after it partially digested. Then, as Tanu turned her head to see if the bus bench was open, she realized someone else had joined her in waiting.

The stranger had long black locks that flowed down to the ground. Equine, though, the horn jutting from her forehead suggested something more extraordinary. Although not as toned as Tanu, the stranger had a healthy build to her: bountiful hips, a busty bosom, and an ample round belly that signaled she was well fed. As Tanu processed all these features, she was interrupted by the stranger’s voice.

“D’aww! Congrats, honey! Is it a boy or a girl?” the horse said.

“Excuse me?” Tanu said, more confused than offended. That’s when Tanu noticed the writing on the equine’s upper garment.

“Horse mom,” Tanu read. “Huh, I guess she’s expecting and thinks I’m too.” But, despite how uneasy her current state was, Tanu didn’t want to come off as rude and ignore the stranger’s question. With her usual charisma, she came up with a witty reply.

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Usually, I don’t like writing for characters that are not my own. I especially hesitate for those so well-established, such as iconTacticalfur: ‘s Amber. Yet, I have noticed that Tanu doesn’t have a lot of stand-alone stories despite the media I put out for her. And I want to pay back the artist for their kindness and interest in Tanu as a character. In any case, this piece deserves to be put out there, so please enjoy my offering for Christmas

Artist is  King Coyote