Beget a Foal

In a society that eschewed clothing for the most part, to feel naked was a rarity. But as she lay atop the cool white sheet, on the final altar of her innocence, within the solitude of the small sparsely furnished shed that earth ponies affectionately called a ‘Love Shack’, Diamond Tiara felt just that: naked.

The altar itself was comprised of three bales of straw that had been stacked, two for the base and one atop in a triangular form. Atop the upper tier the pillows from her old bed had been laid out and the whole covered with a white linen sheet.

The pillows were to cushion her barrel as she lay atop the top riser, a ‘mounting bench’ the two older mares had told her. It was meant to allow Big McIntosh to ‘do his thing’, as her mother had put it, without placing undo weight on Diamond’s hindquarters. She guessed she should be grateful for that, considering McIntosh’s strength, and that he outweighed her by nearly triple.

There were two pegs placed in the lower bales, not to hold her in place, though the older of McIntosh’s sisters had suggested tying Diamond in place. The pegs were to help keep Diamond’s legs spread by allowing her to just rest her gaskins against them while she lay on the top tier.

It was rather quiet inside the small shed, Diamond Tiara had to admit, at least relative to the din of the celebration outside. There hadn’t been a great excess of space inside when she’d been lead into it by her mother, along with McIntosh’s two sisters and Diamond’s closest friend, Silver Spoon.

But they were gone now. They had left after helping Diamond out of her dress, putting it away, and tying her tail into a wrap to ‘keep it out of the way later’. They had lingered long enough after to offer some comforting thoughts, well wishes, and such. Most of it had fallen on deaf ears, as Diamond couldn’t recall much of what was said to her by the others.

All she knew was in a little while Big McIntosh was going to come through the privacy curtains that hung across the doorway, somepony would close the door from the outside, and then she’d be truly rutting bucked.

“Ah really hope mah brother just fucks you bloody tonight, you little pink worm. After all the grief you gave mah sister ‘n’ her friends over the years, there’s a bunch of ponies out there just waiting to hear how sorry you’re gonna be.”

Of all the little nuggets of conversation that had been offered inside the shed, it was that message, replete with its profanity, that Diamond could remember. The young blond maned, orange mare's words had been as sour as the whiff of hard cider on her breath as she whispered them in Diamond’s ear as the others had been exiting the door. The light cast by the glow lamp had given Applejack’s green eyes an almost surreal shimmer of vengefulness as she’d done so before leaving Diamond Tiara alone to await her fate.

Diamond cast a glance around the room again, in the dim light of the glow lamp. The one window opposite the door had the shutters closed and curtains drawn on it for her and McIntosh’s privacy. To the left from the door, there was a pile to one side of the main area. It was straw and fresh cut grass, covered in blankets and pillows and boxed in on three sides by bales of straw. A traditional earth pony love nest of sorts.

Honestly, she always pictured her first time being in one of the upper suites at the Wingdorf Celestia Hotel in Canterlot. Certainly it had not been a ‘Love Shack’ on some sprawling bumpkin farm while ponies outside celebrated her defiling. At the very least it would have been in her own room some night with her parents away, or maybe in the parlour in front of the fireplace bathed in the warmth and glow of a crackling fire.

To the right side a sideboard had been laid out. There was cider, both fresh and aged, apples, pastry treats, and baskets of edible flowers, some dusted with powdered sugar for extra sweetness. She’d nibbled the flowers and sipped some cider to try to ease her nerves. It hadn’t worked.

It wasn’t like in Saddle Arabia, as Silver Spoon had told her following the ‘key ceremony’ yesterday. Apparently there, when a maiden filly was bred, the sheet from the marital bed was hung on display on a clothesline or from a balcony outside the house afterwards.

Silver had also told her that the Saddle Arabians believed that the bigger the bloodstain, the purer the filly, and the greater the honor to the stallion that had covered her. Diamond was glad to know that at least her bloody honors wouldn’t be flown from the farm gate of Sweet Apple Acres for every pony to see. Though the way Applejack had put things, there was no need to see it, as she was hoping to hear it.

The sounds of a ruckus outside meant that the ‘teasing’ was underway. Damned if she knew why some rural ponies still practiced such customs, jeering lewdly at another pony for gratification and encouraging their embarrassment …

Diamond’s mind froze at the truth of her sudden realization and its implication as her head hung limp over the end of the riser causing her tiara to drop to the edge of the sheet below.

The zen of the moment was shattered by a voice on the roof yelling “Yeah, Scootaloo! Swing that thang!” It sounded like Rumble, the younger brother of Ponyville’s weather manager, Thunderlane.

Before she could think further on the matter a rumble of a different sort, accompanied by cheering ponies, began to head her way from beyond the doorway behind her. With a loud whinny and the heavy pounding of hooves, Big McIntosh thundered through the curtains into the shed as the door slammed shut behind him.

For some reason, out of the blue, Diamond Tiara’s mind conjured an image of the last queen of Prance, Marie Antrotnette, laid out before the guillotine. Only Diamond’s executioner wouldn’t be removing her head from her body, but placing another inside her.

* * * * *

Big McIntosh slammed the brakes on hard as he burst through the curtains hanging just inside the door, his eyes adjusting to the dim interior as the door slammed shut behind him.

Horse-apples! The big red pony thought as he shook his head, trying to dislodge the memory of the last few moments, Scootaloo specifically.

The ‘teasing’ had always been his biggest fear when he’d agreed to let Diamond Tiara’s parents go all out for the celebrations. Everything had been going well, he had his cousins Braeburn and Bushel to ‘hold’ him in place while what few clothes he had been wearing were taken off by various mares from among his friends and family.

Once the clothes had been dispensed with, a few mares were just to parade about before him, looking sultry, while trying to get him all hot ‘n’ bothered for Diamond, who would, of course, be ‘waiting’ just beyond the curtains of the ‘Love Shack’. When the time came, he would then have to walk the gauntlet of gathered mares from the spot he was at, through a double-line forest of flicking tails to the door of the shed where he’d finally earn some ‘relief’ in private.

Fluttershy had been nervous when AJ had asked her to lead off the ‘tease’, but the bashful pink maned mare had agreed when she was told she only needed to undo his vest and walk away. She’d embellished a little more in the actual execution than McIntosh had expected, adding a little flank shake and tail flick, but she’d kept it tame, although it probably classed as ‘wild’ by the standards of the yellow pegasus.

Cheerilee had followed Fluttershy. The raspberry-purple earth mare too was a good friend, and had slipped Mac’s hat from one head to the other when she saw him trying to cover up in embarrassment, adding a tail stroke of her own. The marshmallow-white unicorn, Rarity, just had to take the opportunity, it seemed, to flirt just a little harder, using her magic on the relocated Stetson.

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were to have been part in the ‘teasing’ too, he expected, along with three or four of his more distant cousins. But then Scootaloo had dropped in, practically dropped her plot on the end of his nose, and started giving him a hard-core tail dusting.

The young pegasus had reeked too, from both ends. Mac could smell the alcohol on her breath as she giggled wildly, slurping back those liquor-laden gummy worms. It was something far more aromatic, however, from her very slick plot that had thrown up the final warning for him. The drunk and randy antics of his baby sister’s pegasus companion had been over Mac’s limit, and he’d bolted for the safety of the breeding shed.

Now inside, his heart was pounding. As his eyes finished adjusting to the interior lighting, not that there was much, a quick glance down found his father’s Stetson was still hanging off its impromptu hook. Mac took a moment to set the brushed black hat aside on a peg by the door before proceeding further.

The bedding was laid out just as he’d asked Apple Bloom, as was the sideboard. He took a step towards the small buffet to the right of the door, meaning to give himself some time to contemplate how he was going to proceed, not to mention get the scent of pegasus filly out of his nose. The scrape of a hoof on the roof above drew his attention to the gathered quiet.

Dang. The big stallion furrowed his brows as his mind connected the fact of the hoof on the roof with the lack of sound bleeding through the walls from the festivities that should have been going on outside. They’re waiting for it. Dang buzzards.

Taking in a heavy breath, he turned from his path to the sideboard to address what many a bated breath outside the shed was holding for. The scent in the shed told him that somepony had already been at the cider, and there was a small hint of something ‘else’ in the air that was starting to come through as he approached his lone companion in the shed.

Diamond Tiara didn’t do anything more than move her wrapped tail aside as she obviously heard his hoof-falls behind her. Mac regarded the pink pony’s situation as she lay draped across the top of the mounting aide. Her head was down, tail off to the side, pegs at her gaskins holding her legs wide, and her forelegs holding ready to brace against the oncoming thrust. A pair of light lace knickers still hung forlornly from her left hind leg at the hock where the limb was still in the leg hole, almost as if trying to look enticing.

It was pathetic.

He stopped just to her left back quarter and placed a hoof on her loin above her croup. She twitched slightly and responded.

“Please, just do it,” Diamond whispered sullenly. She didn’t even lift her eyes to look at him.

Mac shook his head in disappointment and reared back.

* * * * *

Diamond had been counting her heartbeats like a condemned prisoner awaiting her sentence to be carried out, like they were the last seconds of her life.

SMACK!

Diamond yelped in abrupt pain as her right haunch suddenly came alive with a burning sting. She immediately grabbed behind herself, only to end up with her forelegs pinned behind her back by McIntosh’s mass and strength as he draped himself over her. She tried to scream again only to find her muzzle clamped flat to McIntosh’s left fore hoof, stifling her next cry as she twisted her head back to look at him.

“Sshhh!” he hissed in her ear as she struggled futilely under his superior force and position. “I’m sorry.”

As he finished, she could begin to make out the cheers and celebratory catcalls from those now ringing the small wooden structure. It was the sounds of ponies cheering her pain. She was certain Applejack was among them, maybe Apple Bloom, even Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle too. Maybe not Sweetie Belle, the little unicorn songbird never had, as far as Diamond could recall, a fortitude for suffering.

Diamond wondered if even her mother was cheering, half sloshed on apple brandy. She had smelled the liquor on her mother’s breath earlier. Applejack’s breath had been the same. Diamond was sure her father was probably patting himself on the back right at this very moment, congratulating himself on a deal successfully concluded, and more than probably surrounded with several other ponies likewise offering him similar sentiments. The very thought made the pain in her rump sting all the harder while souring her stomach.

And McIntosh. Him, she just quit struggling against and glared at him with all the loathing she could muster, the big dumb brute.

And in response, he did nothing.

Eventually the cheers faded back into the background of general festivities and Diamond felt McIntosh relax his grip on her, his weight lifting as he stepped back. She was still glaring hard at him as she felt her forelegs slip loose.

Smack!

* * * * *

McIntosh turned his head with the hoof-slap, easing the impact. Diamond flopped back down on her belly in resignation atop the mounting podium, fury temporarily spent.

“Eeyup,” Mac commented flatly, “I deserved that.”

He couldn’t see her face, but he noted her surprise as her right fore-hoof she was using to rub the sting from her rump abruptly stopped moving.

“What the … ?” Diamond stammered, obviously caught off guard by his statement before proceeding with a soft sneer, “Aren’t you going to rut me you stupid colt-cuddler, or are there too many holes back there for you to figure out which one it goes in?”

“Nnope,” Mac took a step forward to lean into Diamond’s ear, “I don’t really fancy having an audience listening in for that, even if you do.”

He could see the expression go blank on the younger pony’s face at the implication. It was easy to tell she didn’t want an audience either, as she let her head hang low again, forelegs falling limp to her side.

“Please, just … just get it over with.” Diamond quietly whined, intoning a sense of urgency, but unable to hide the dejection inside herself.

“Nnope,” Mac countered, sighing. He was getting slightly tired of this apparently repetitive conversation. “You just want to be done with it so you can crawl back inside your pretty little ego and wallow in your own pity. So you can tell yourself how poorly treated you’ve been and how you deserve to be treated better. I’m not going to oblige ya.”

“No,” Diamond voice carried a hollow attempt to put conviction in it, “I want you to. To do … it, … please?”

Mac gave a snort as he took in her words; a blind mule playing ‘Longhorn Hold‘em’ could pick that bluff from across the room. Mac knew how to play that game, and he was calling her bluff. The big colt moved back behind the mounting bench Diamond lay atop and reared himself into position, letting his weight drop on her croup, not using his fore-hooves for support on the lower steps.

Diamond flinched and started under him as he settled himself and brought his ‘foal pole’ up to nudge at her proper gate. He could feel the tension in her haunches against his belly, as she tried to hide a thin whine of fear by pressing her muzzle into the draped sheet.

“Nnope,” he pronounced flatly before lowering his head to her ear again, “you’re lying.”

He dismounted her abruptly, not proceeding any further, and quickly turned about and stepped to the sideboard for a cup of cider.

“No, no, please, do it, just do it.” Diamond’s whining picked up its imperative. Mac wasn’t buying in.

“Nnope.”

“Why not?” The ire in her response was clear. “Don’t think my little quim is going to be as tight as your colt-cuddling buddy’s poop-chute?”

“You’re pathetic Diamond,” Mac gave back with a sigh, “I can see now why you got thrown out of your apprenticeships. You got caught playing your little wannabe Machneighavellian power games with your schoolyard foal’s rules and got played by grown ponies who knew how to find your weaknesses. I bet you’ve never even read The Prince have you? Tell me Diamond, why are you here?”

“Because Daddy sold me out to you, so you can fuck me and force foals out of me in exchange for what’s rightfully mine.”

“Nice try. Keep lying to yourself and that manure you’re spewing might just start to taste good.”

Mac took a long pull of cider, it was good; hoof pressed crab-apple with a hint of blackberry, strained, boiled slightly, fermented for three weeks, and frost fractal distilled twice. Not overly strong but just right for tonight, with a slightly bitter note. The big colt smiled, dang he did good work, granddad would be so proud. Pa too.

“Now why are you here? Try the truth this time. I made sure you were fairly given your options that night after dinner at your parents. You knew the options: disown the business, your cousin’s brothel, or the stud contract. You picked up the quill and asked me to sign the contract. Why?”

“I … I …” quavered Diamond, her voice cracking as she struggled to answer.

“The way you just offered yourself to me, maybe the brothel would have been a better choice,” Mac calmly offered the rationalization. “I’m sure your cousin would still take you in.”

“No …” Diamond croaked back in rejection.

“Well, you can slide off that stack of bales and trot on outta here I guess.”

“I … I can’t,” the pink pony sniffled.

“Can’t or won’t?” McIntosh countered, “You aren’t tied down, the door latch works, and it’s not locked.”

“I … can’t.” The young mare broke down finally, soft sobs drifting into the stillness of the shed as Mac indulged in some dried apple and nut mix from one of the wooden bowls on the sideboard.

“You can’t ‘what’ now?” Mac asked as he poured another mug of cider and selected a pair of roses, dusted in powdered sugar, adding them to the bowl of apple-nut mix.

“I’ve practically ignored you for the last three weeks, left you under the direction of my sister, Applejack, who still hates your guts something awful for tormenting Apple Bloom and her friends back then, and yet you’re still here in this little ‘Love Shack’ tonight lying to yourself about why you’re here when you’ve had all this time to choose another path an’ walk away from this. Tell me Di, what can’t you do that made you go through with all this?”

“I …” Diamond faltered as another sob slipped out, “I … can’t lose … I … can’t …”

“I think I know what you mean,” Mac offered empathetically. “Be it your friendship with Silver Spoon, your father’s business, your family, or your social standing, whatever it is it’s what you value most, even more than yourself. Even if you won’t admit it to yourself.”

Mac expertly balanced the bowl and mug on his broad muzzle. It was waayy easier than balancing a 15 hoof tall, four-tiered custom cake on his back halfway across town. He moved in behind the ‘backside’ of the linen covered mounting bench the emotionally drained Diamond lay deflated atop. He placed the bowl on the floor at the base and then moved up along side, making sure to keep his flank close to Diamond as he did. Hooking the mug in a pastern he held it below Diamond’s nose, offering it to the fallen filly.

* * * * *

Diamond sagged atop the pillow padded mounting bench. If she’d felt naked before, just lying atop this white draped altar, hindquarters spread, plot on full display, panties dangling from one hock, she had no words to describe this. Big Mac had made emotional-intellectual filly fillet out of her. She wanted to hate him so badly, but she couldn’t, he’d seen right through her. He’d psychologically pared her to the core and she had no emotional strength left to hate him. She couldn’t feel more rawly naked right now if he’d physically gone and skinned her hide off of her, and now he was offering her cider. Stupid colt, why couldn’t he make sense?

“Why?” she meekly queried the big crimson conundrum disguised as a pony, not even bothering to look up at him.

“You told the truth.”

“I did?” Diamond quipped, accepting a sip of the semi-sour cider. It was good, refreshing really, but like this night it carried a slightly bitter taste to it.

“You did,” he affirmed as Diamond took another sip of the cider, “and you earned some respect for it.”

“How?” Diamond didn’t quite follow, but wasn’t about to deny herself the offered cider.

“You admitted that there is something you care about more than your well being, something you’re willing to suffer through this ‘sham’ as you probably call it to preserve. I think it was power you were trying to hold on to. Whatever little scraps you can cling to, to let you keep your head up, to feel that you're better than others, to make them do what you want. Just like when you blackmailed my sister an’ her friends into keeping up that gossip column for the school paper. You thought this contract would let you keep the most you could, because it would allow you to hold on to that illusion just a little longer. Am I right?”

“Yes.” Diamond felt like she’d been slit open and her innards let hang out as she gave the answer.

“And you know now it was all an illusion; that you lost it all well before your daddy dug that contract out of his desk and asked me if I wanted you.”

“Mm-hmm.” Diamond was losing her will to form words, this stupid farm pony was cleaning her to the bone, and she hated it, hated … the truth of it. She wanted to hate him. Wanted so much to … but couldn’t.

“I bet you're feeling mighty low right now little lady?”

Diamond simply hung her head and nodded as Mac took a big sip from the cider mug before letting her finish the rest. She closed her eyes. She was splayed, skinned, and gutted inside, like some poor condemned victim of a tyrant king having been hung drawn and quartered. The quiet that reigned now extended outside, the festivities having wound down and the guests gone.

“So why do you think I accepted this contract?”

Diamond gave no reply. The simple answer was to fuck her, hurt her, humiliate her, get back at her for all the times she had taunted and tormented his sister and her friends. She knew the answer was wrong.

“Because I saw something in you.” The big pony put the empty cider mug down as he kept up his explanation. “You’re a smart pony, but you made some bad choices. You have real poise, but wrapped yourself in the arrogance from empty dreams.”

Diamond whimpered quietly in affirmation, she was raw to the bone and he was still flensing her further.

“But what I really admire about you is what brought you here, something I wasn’t sure you had.”

What? Diamond’s mind was grasping for straws. Did he just say he admired something about her? Admired what brought her here? What was the daft colt going on about now? He’d stripped her inside more easily than her own drunken mother and Silver had stripped the dress off her earlier.

“You have a will, a resolve, a confidence in you. Even facing your own bad decision that you didn’t want to believe was yours, you stayed a very difficult path. You kept striving for what you wanted, even if it was an illusion. Today, when your parents lead you up the aisle at town hall, you had finally managed to place your poise over that, and even through what arrogance you wrapped yourself in to bolster your self, you were beautiful inside. You knew a lot of those ponies had come to see you shamed, to see you break, and you didn’t break, didn’t give in. That’s why I wanted you, why I do now.”

“You did?” Diamond sniffed back. It was true, the whole time in the town hall she’d wanted to hate them all, her parents, the gawkers, all of them. It had been to hold her poise she’d done it, to hold herself up so they wouldn’t see her falter, see her break like they wanted her to.

And she’d done it, too. She’d held out the whole time. Only when she had finally been left alone with McIntosh, when he had finally set to whittling her down alone in private had she broken, and only because he knew what he was looking for.

“Eeyup.”

“Why?” Diamond asked softly the sorrow abating an odd calm taking hold. “Why not just … rut me … and be done with it?”

“Because my Pa once told me that if I was ever to be lucky enough to find a mare that would have my foals, I needed to give her the utmost care and respect for doing it. Then when your daddy offered you to me, I tried to see the best in you, to see if there was a seed I could work with, something that could grow. I think I was right in what I found.”

Diamond nodded inside, the big lug was right. He had torn her down and found inside her what he’d seen, something that even she had never known because she chose to only see the surface.

“But, I also saw you didn’t have any respect for anypony, and that meant you really didn’t have any respect for yourself. I can’t respect ponies who can’t respect themselves, let alone others. But I wanted to help your Daddy, so I did.”

“And now?” Diamond could feel the cold of sadness creeping back into her, what now?

“And now you’ve learned some, and earned a little respect for doing that, so now you have a choice to make, and I think you know what that is.”

Diamond swallowed, trying to keep what felt like her heart in her chest. She knew what he meant about the choice.

“The contract …” she started.

“Or the door,” Mac finished, “and what you choose is fine by me, so choose what you think you need to do and I’ll respect that decision.”

The door! The DOOR! THE DOOORR! The little mental homunculus of herself with the scarlet goat horns was screaming at her, impaling the bloody corpse of its halo-wearing twin. Fuck’em, Fuck’em all! We’re outta here. We’ll show them, show them all, we’ll come back someday and make them pay for casting us out. We’ll-

Diamond stopped the ranting thought, crushing it with a psychological sixteen-ton weight crafted from her own will. She was done listening to her self-indulgent conscience. She knew it was a lie. To walk out of here meant walking away from everything that mattered. Probably it meant walking straight into her cousin’s brothel and allowing herself to be abused by those that cared only for themselves and their own pleasures, ponies who would cast her aside when they could get nothing more from her.

“I … choose …” she felt herself wavering as she spoke, but she wouldn’t let herself falter. She drew in an affirming breath and focused her will into her words. “I choose the contract. I don’t like it, but I choose it.”

It felt like a great weight was easing off her, even as she ground the imaginary sixteen-tonner down on her evil little mental homunculus with an image of her own hoof.

McIntosh put a heavy foreleg over her withers and hugged her. His body was warm in the cooling air of the night. Diamond leaned into him, waves of emotion washing softly through her and entering the still air as an odd mix of sobs, sniffles and sighs.

“So …” Diamond asked uncertainly as McIntosh released the hug and stepped back behind her, the waves having calmed within her, “What now?”

“I think you know.”

Diamond let her head sag again. It was time to accept her fate. She started as she felt Mac’s soft nose bump into her plot. He took a deep breath, the tiny breeze rushing coolly across her sex causing a shiver. He held it in while gently stroking his nose along her folds. He then slowly let it out bathing her furrow in warm, moist heat from inside him, eliciting a stronger tremor.

“What are you doing?” Diamond meeped in surprise.

“Treating mah fine young mare to the benefits of a little respect, Sugarplum, or would you rather I just covered ya right here and was done with it?”

“No,” Diamond quickly answered. She wasn’t sure she was quite willing to go ‘that far’ yet. Besides, the soft touch of what she could only assume was a flower blossom on her sexual petals made lingering a more enticing option. “That’s quite alright, carry on.”

The flower departed accompanied by a soft munching sound and was shortly replaced by Mac’s muzzle as he gently began to pull at her hind lips with his front ones, adding soft, warm licks about the growing tingling sensation he was causing.

The sugar coated flowers! She realized, suddenly aware of what he had done, using one of the flowers sprinkled in powdered sugar to sugarcoat her honey pot. She and Silver had never tried that, just a little kiss-and-lick every so often. Cunning beast.

“Oohh,” Diamond sighed as McIntosh worked his way down the inside of one leg, then back up the other on his way back to her centre, “where did you learn that trick?”

“Caramel likes to brag about him and Sassaflash, and your Daddy gave me a couple of ‘brown wrapper’ magazines a couple of days after you signed the contract. Can’t say I liked them much, kinda rude actually, but there was an article on a filly’s first time in one. Made a good read.”

Any attempt to form a coherent answer vanished as Diamond felt the warm slick tongue of her partner part her honeyed flower. He slid it in, top to bottom between the lips, descending ever lower to slide the hood off her clit and further heat the warm seeping passion betwixt her nethers.

His fore-hooves came up and started making slow circular motions on her flanks. He used his superior body size to reach as far up as the top of her loin, extending the massage. He wasn’t the best plot licker, she noted, but he could cover a lot of ground. Silver, of course, really knew where Diamond’s ‘hot spots’ were from experience, but Mac would learn, Diamond figured, and she’d insist he practice.

Diamond was beginning to doze in a blissful torpor from Mac’s efforts and massage. No orgasm though. It had taken Silver several attempts to give Diamond her first, and it had been several more attempts before Diamond could return the favour. She didn’t expect some dumb colt to strike the big one first time.

It was then she noted to her disapproval that her wet want was cooling. She lifted her head and spotted Mac lying on his belly over on the blanket covered straw and grass pile. When had she missed that?

“Not going to finish the job?” Diamond gave a sultry whine that easily conveyed her own unfinished need.

“Eeyup, Sugarplum,” Mac grinned with an expression that made him look like an oversized school colt. “I just didn’t rightly feel like doing ‘it’ there, kinda impersonal.”

Diamond had to agree, and without much time needed either.

“Figured I’d like my first time to be a little more classy, don’t ya think?” he said, patting a spot on the blankets at his side.

First Time! Diamond could hear the little goat horned ego-filly screaming from underneath the psychological sixteen-ton weight where she’d buried it. Celestia’s plot, he’s a bucking virgin! We’re screwed! He won’t even be able to get it in the right hole, the dumb shit!

Who cares? Diamond thought back to herself as she gave the mental block another gratifying shove further down on her obnoxious ego-self. He found the right one earlier easily enough, and it’s not like I was expecting a good time from this, really. Only now I know I’m just not going to hate him for it.

“Eeyip,” she mocked back at McIntosh as she slipped off the back of the mounting aide, drawing in a heavy breath as she steadied herself on her hooves, her legs slightly numb from just hanging there.

How long was I lying on that thing? Diamond wondered as she paused a moment to collect herself.

Lifting her head high with another steadying breath, she marshalled her resolve and stepped toward the bedding pile. She heard a grunt from McIntosh and saw him shift uncomfortably on his belly as she felt her forgotten panties finally slip the last of the way off her leg, stepping out of them as she reached the edge of the blanked covered pile.

Diamond settled herself beside him on the remarkably soft pile of bedding and rested her head against his shoulder.

“Your move now.” She rubbed her head against his solidity. She could hear his heart pounding steadily inside him as she rested her head against him, heard the great whoosh of air in his lungs. Somehow it was more like her dreams than she thought.

“Actually, all you have to do is ask when you’re ready, Sugarplum.” He nuzzled her lavender and frost streaked mane as he spoke.

“I am,” she answered with certainty, “but I was wondering if I might make a proposal first? Since you’ve been making a big point of ‘choices’ it seems.”

“Go on.”

“If it wouldn’t be too much,” Diamond dialed up the ‘suck up to Daddy’ sweetness out of habit, “maybe I could get an allowance of sorts for good behaviour?” She finished with a flutter of her eyelashes.

“Well, you don’t have much t’ work with as I see, but I’ll hear ya out to be fair.” He gave the inside of her ear a lick as he finished.

“Do you think I could get a few bits, for each day you cover me in when I’m in heat?” She knew she was trotting on thin ice, but if he liked her determination she might as well try and show it, though she really didn’t like sounding like a harlot.

“Here I thought you’d be asking me to get AJ off your rump,” Mac countered.

“Oh yes, that too, and some more of what you did … before.” she added, the fading heat in her nethers offering a sordid reminder.

“Counter proposal,” Mac leaned over and kissed her nose, before he continued, “An allowance is fine, five bits each day I cover you in season, and mouth service any other evenings before bed, at your discretion and my agreement. I can’t help you much with AJ, you’re gonna have to work things out between you two, but I can lend you a hoof. Applebuck season is coming up and I’ll be needing AJ on the farm here with me, so you’ll be responsible for the market stall on your own. Show my sister some honest commitment to your chores and you’ll start cracking that chip off her shoulder okay? But, so you know, take the deal and when I cover you its straight-up, minimal foreplay, starting in the morning, no complaints, and we can renegotiate favours end of the month, or no deal. Fair?”

“I’m sorry Mac, I shouldn’t have tried,” Diamond sighed her spirits falling. “I sound like a whore doing this.”

Mac nuzzled her neck as she turned away in shame.

“I know you’re just trying to show me your resolve and independance. You’re doing fine, and as it’s just private between us,” he gave the back of her jaw a lick on the left side, neck to ear. “I’m okay with it.”

Damn stallion, Diamond thought as she turned back to the big red pony beside her. Definitely more to him than meets the eye.

Still, it seemed like a fair deal. Maybe uncomfortable, but five bits over six to eight days, she’d probably get a spa day every week, why not?

“Deal,” she agreed.

“You sure?” Mac asked flatly.

“Yes, I’m sure, I accept your counter offer.”

Diamond moved to get up and position herself for the consummation of their private services contract, but Mac placed a hoof on her withers halting her.

“Nnope, you don’t need to get up, right here will do jus’ fine.”

“Okay.” She settled back down as McIntosh wormed back a bit and then moved atop her, taking his weight on his knees. Her head was even with his and his rump almost fully behind hers as he settled himself. Trapped below him she felt caught and caged and small.

There was also something else she felt too. She felt a hot thick rod rub long-ways up her left flank and across her dock. She tried to look over her shoulder to catch a glimpse only to have McIntosh turn her head back, eyes front.

“Nnope, you don’t want t’ be lookin’ there jus’ yet, Sugarplum.”

Look no, feel yes. It was enough to get an icy spider wrapping its legs around her gut as it pressed into the soft bedding.

“McIntosh, I’m scared,” she affirmed wholly. No sense in lying to him now anyway. It was weird really, so almost cliché to say it. What was weirder was she could remember an answer from a fantasy book series Silver had been reading, where a father dire wolf tells his son that only when one was scared could one truly be brave. She knew she was going to have to be brave.

“’Bout what?” Mac’s voice came from above, but she could feel it through his chest and into her own barrel.

“Getting covered,” she admitted, not coyly but with solid concern, her admission easing the grip on her gut. “I think it’s going to hurt … a little. Your sister said … you’d make it hurt.”

“Hmm, it might,” his voice carried thoughtful, deep, and resonant through her, “and AJ’s got a sore spot for you for sure. Likely, she was meaning to just scare you. Still, it wouldn’t be right to just let you carry that alone, would it?”

She pressed her head back against his thick neck and shook her head, no.

In response, he slid back on her rump slightly and leaned over and took one of the pillows from beside him in his teeth. He shook the cushion free from inside it leaving the pillowcase dangling from his mouth, and then wrapped it around the cannon of his left foreleg.

“If you feel the need, use this for help.” He tapped the wrapped limb on the end of her snout.

What the … Diamond thought as McIntosh shifted himself back into place, but before she could think further, she felt him begin his entry. There was a tiny twinge of pain as he passed the fresh remnant of her maidenhead. Then came the sinking swelling sensation as her body acquired a new, if temporary, internal organ.

Did it hurt immediately? No, it didn’t. But was it uncomfortable? It was, absolutely it was. His progress within her was firm and even, not jabbing, not ramming, just a firm, continuous push. She felt a jolt of maybe pleasure for a moment when his medial ring tripped over her sensitive nubbin as it passed into her. He finally bottomed out with a bump in her depths that felt much deeper than she figured it could be. That hurt a little.

Diamond Tiara found herself panting as he began to withdraw, a slight sucking pull inside her tenderness as her body seemed to cling to his. It was an odd thought that idled in her mind, that McIntosh was at once both inside her and surrounding her. The bell of pleasure chimed again as his medial ring again tripped her pleasure pearl in passing.

“Okay?”

She heard the question but only managed a feeble gurgle in reply as her mind tried to sort the diverse and often conflicting sensations of what was going on.

She felt the wrapped cloth bump her nose as he shifted back to ingression. The motion was still even, but the pace quicker. The tripping of her clit was faster, but less pleasurable, and the bottoming more abrupt.

Her eyes crossed as the tempo picked up. She started panting like exercise period back in her schooldays, or when Applejack had first made her haul that market cart back to the farm. This was not going to get easier.

Slow and gentle Diamond thought she might have had a chance to get used to McIntosh’s presence inside her, maybe have eventually found it enjoyable somehow. Now, she sure as shit was not going to. She was going to scream and Applejack would have her revenge on Apple Bloom’s behalf. Diamond didn’t want to vindicate the convictions of the cowpony, not one bit.

“Take it,” Mac grunted, the pillowcase swaddled limb bumping her nose.

How was that going to help her? Her body was starting to ache, and she could feel the scream welling in her throat as she felt Mac bumping inside her again and again and again, forcing the pain up her body. The cloth bound leg tapped her snout again.

“Take it!” Mac hissed with a grunt, more insistent as he became lost in his quest for climax.

What was the point of the cloth? For all the good it would do she might as well … YES!

Diamond felt the cloth clad leg tap her nose again and immediately wrapped her jaws around it. She felt the wave of pain rise up like an evil orgasm, and she let it come. Let it come up through her and into him, through her teeth, as she bit down. Hard!

His pace was feverish now, the strokes short, barely moving much distance as he kept his mount. It wasn’t pleasant but she didn’t scream, she didn’t whine, she held her jaws tight to her stud’s leg, and rode it out until …

She felt McIntosh push deeper into her than she thought he’d ever done. She felt him swell and stiffen, and then she felt him burst, hot and wet inside her. He had reached the end and she could feel his strength ebbing as he kept his weight from her, eventually pulling them both over on their sides.

Her jaws slackened their grip on McIntosh’s leg as his maleness slipped, hot and limp like a massive noodle, from her now well tilled and tender plot. Their breathing came fast and heavy, the silent air in the shed licking coolly at the sweat that shimmered on their coats.

“I … I’m sorry I did that to you Diamond,” McIntosh panted, the emotion in his words showed genuine sympathy for his actions. “It was thoughtless of me to do that to you like that, I’m sorry.”

“Actually,” Diamond sighed, pressing herself deeper against his chest to savour the sounds of his breath and beating heart. She stretched out her left foreleg along side his. The white cloth bearing the blood of her deflowering coming to rest against the white linen wrapped around his left front cannon where points of scarlet could now be seen spreading from below. “It was very ‘big’ of you.”

Author's Note

All righty, we have come to the end of the first plot arc here, so I'm taking a vae-cae of sorts and putting our unlikely couple out to pasture for a bit, and put the story on hiatus. But don't worry, the second arc is planning as we speak. It's fragmentary at the moment so ... we'll let it gestate a bit.

Again thank yous to my fine editor Aziraphael, and my tactfulness consultant and pre-reader Loyal2Luna. You two are So Awesome!

Breeders notes: Well I'm honestly not sure if horses can do a crouch mount like I depicted, I've only seen standing covers done. I have seen deer and alpacas do it crouched (the alpacas in full view of a class of 4th graders I was chaperoning at the local zoo - they noticed, and asked ) so morphologically it seemed sound, and a little more romantic.

Again the tale of An Apple Studded Diamond is not done yet, watch, fave, and read the blogs, a 'Rich Harvest' will be coming.

Again to you readers, thank you!