Merely a Male Mare

I shivered slightly in the chill night air. The straw for my bed needed changing; hopefully I could persuade Big Mac that his male mare needed something a big warmer and drier to sleep on. With the rains that the autumn brought and Big Mac visiting almost every night, it was getting rather sodden and down-trodden.

I sniffed it. It smelled of him; my body smelled of him, my clothes smelled of him. Big Mac exuded a powerful musk that spoke of strong muscles, a sleek body, honest sweat. It spoke to me, surrounded me, filled my senses. As I grew hard between my legs thinking of my four-hoofed lover I realised how much things had changed since my strange, all but unexplainable trip to this strange, pony-filled world.

We had rutted in the park that day when he had finally led me out of the paddock for the adult non-citizens, the beta mares and stallions. I don’t know if it was Caramel’s seed dripping between my legs or the general melange of scents filling the air - scents of other males, mares in heat - but our slow walk with me following my master had turned into his nudging my backside with his large, red muzzle. Eventually he had whickered and snorted, biting my buttocks causing me to yelp. I had all but frozen to the spot at the nip. When Big Mac wants something, he usually gets it. This time, he had wanted me. Rooted to the ground, he had trotted around and around his prize, tail held high, before moving in for the proverbial kill. His blunt wedge of a head had forced itself between my buttocks and moments later he’d thrown back his head in a long appreciative snort before gently but firmly pushing me into a semi-crouch with his jaw and bucking onto my back.

The air was knocked from my lungs and I stumbled, but caught myself. Moments later his already-turgid cock slid easily between my thighs and into my much-stretched anus. I had gasped, partly in surprise and a touch of pain, mostly with lust. His comforting weight upon my back, thick, throbbing shaft buried deep into my bowels, I knew my place. His mare, one of them at least. As he knew me, there in the park, in full view of Ponyville and its citizens, I realized how happy it made me to be the toy of so strong and powerful a stallion. As his hips pumped and he emptied his seed to spatter once more upon the ground and mingle with my own, it struck me that whether I was suffering some syndrome of the imprisoned or not didn’t matter. I was treated well, fed, housed... and loved. the love was physical, primal, animal. The love was needy and torrid, taken when desired and raw, without compromise or complicated rituals... but I could not ignore my own body’s response, nor the feelings I had for this magnificent creature of power and drive.

I fantasized about the stallion by day as much as I lay with him at night. I would run my fingers over his stallionhood, squeeze his huge, meaty balls and kiss all over his fur-covered body. I licked and sucked and fondled when my master desired, bringing him to whinnying orgasm even without his mounting, and stroked and held him until his trembling stopped. Sometimes he cried, and I kissed his tears. I know not why my brave, strong stallion’s face was wet with sorrow, but I held him until it passed.

He truly was a stallion of few words, but what words he spoke, he meant. Sometimes he spoke without words, and that message was the most powerful of all. It was why I lay in the dark and waited with all my heart.

It was with some surprise, then, that the clopping footsteps that echoed through the barn sounded... different to my ears, unfamiliar. I sniffed the air - I was no pony, with large ears, eyes and nostrils, but I had learnt to tell the difference between many of the citizens in ways different to mere speech.

“Applejack?” I called out. The footsteps stopped, and then continued.

“Ah, er, came to see... how you were doin’.” replied the orange cowpony with the blond mane and tail. Her hat squarely upon her head. She flicked her tail and ears nervously.

“I’m... fine. It’s a little cold out here now, mistress Applejack... if you could... could find your way to, perhaps, giving me more straw to sleep on I would surely appreciate it.”

“Yer cold?” she clip-clopped closer, past me as I stood with my head inclined on the floor in respect, to look at my makeshift bed. Her tail was held high, it brushed my side and under my chin. I shivered, turning my head towards it and taking a surreptitious sniff.

“If yer cold, ya should’a said. Cain’t have our Big Mac’s... pet... gettin’ ill now, can we?”

I shivered again. I didn’t speak much with mistress Applejack. I hadn’t thought she’d liked me all that much. I guess it was the two legs and fingers thing that did it.

“I-I’m sorry, mistress Applejack-” I began.

“Jes call me Applejack, human, ain’t no need to make a mountain outta no molehill.”

“Applejack,” I inclined my head. She stood there, blinking in the soft light from the stars and moon.

“Yer sorry what?”

“I... er... I’m sorry I didn’t say I was cold.”

Applejack trotted closer, hesitantly. Truth be told, I was trembling too. She nuzzled my side. It almost knocked the breath from me as I hadn’t been expecting it. The next thing I knew, she had closed her eyes and was rubbing her flanks against me.

“Mistress Applejack!” I squeaked.

She snorted and stomped lightly on a foot, “Din’t I tell ya ta knock off the mistress? What’s the matter, human? Y’all a colt cuddler? Ain’t yer bread buttered this side none?”

“I... I... you want me?”

“Ah’m a simple mare, human, but I ain’t stupid. You’re a colt, if’n you ain’t no stallion. I know my brother ain’t gelded yew yet so how’s about you show me how it works with you monsters?”

I shuddered and reached out a hand. Lightly at first, but gaining confidence, I stroked the mare. I knelt down and very gently took hold of her muzzle in my hands and brought her lips to mine. We french-kissed. I don’t know if ponies call it that, but our tongues met and danced, sliding over each other and fighting for dominance. With her grassy, thick muzzle, she won, and I minded not one bit. We broke the kiss, gasping for air, before I moved back in and kissed up her cheeks, feeling her strong powerful bones beneath her furry skin. I bit her ear gently, snorting and breathing in it like Big Mac did to me, before carrying on down her mane, nuzzling and snorting and kneading with my teeth and hands, rubbing my face against her. She snorted now, shuffling her hooves, tail rising. I took my time, a woman should be loved slowly and majestically, her body set on fire by a million points of pleasure and pain. A mare, it seemed, was no different - just more physical. I bit, I pinched, I licked, I ran my fingers through her coat and - hesitantly at first - under her belly. As I made love to her flanks with my chest and arms, one hand ever so gently reached under to massage her teats. She spread her hind legs and whickered low, eyes closed and head thrust forward. Her tongue lolled out and her tail all but flipped up over her back it was held so high.

I kissed her buttocks, still massaging gently like a suckling foal would, and moved to her nether lips. I snuffled like a stallion at her anus and brushed it ever so lightly with my nose before moving on down. Her mound, larger by far than a human female, nevertheless looked very familiar in many ways. I kissed around the outside of her labia, grasping it between my teeth and biting just so until she squealed. I licked her clitoris, kissing and kneading it, rubbing my face up against it.

She smelled of freshly mown grass, hay and - maybe unsurprisingly - apples. She whickered and whinnied and spread her legs, lowering her backside. A stream of hot, pungent liquid struck me in the face and dribbled down my chin. She whuffled - a low, long noise, borne of need and lust, and she winked. I rejoiced, whatever else, I was certain of one thing. This mare wanted me; I was to be her stallion this night. My tongue, hot and wet, flicked out to taste her equine juices.

She shuddered and squealed, so ready to submit. I mounted her then, without fanfare, rising to my feet and flicking her bountiful tail over my shoulder. I slid my hard, throbbing, aching cock into her pussy. She winked again, the motion pulling me ever deeper. I thrust against that suction, that clamping down of her inner muscles upon my man meat and withdrew in long, slow strokes and then reversed the motion, pushing back in, claiming her as my own. She shook and squealed and bucked her hips as I ploughed her furrow, our bodies moving as one, entwining limbs as we mated. I lay upon her back, small delicate thrusting motions, pushing against her clitoris, biting her mane and stroking and grabbing at the same time.

A stallion would have his forelegs tight around the barrel of her chest. I had one arm under her front hoof and the other twisted in a solid grip upon her golden locks. I pulled, hard, and thrust. She neighed loudly, and a sudden spurt of juices flooded down my crotch. As she came, in torrents, so too did I. I buried my shaft deep within her velvety recesses and emptied my seed into her womb, crying out in ecstasy as I did so.

I don’t know how long we were there, basking in the afterglow of our torrid sex session, but the heavy clip-clops of a stallion stomping across the barn made Applejack tense up.

“So this is where mah sister bin done got to, huh?” asked Big Mac.

“I kin explain, big brother...” she started.

“Hush now, sis, you don’t need to say nothin’ to me... I know what y’all been up to.”

The large red stallion dropped his head to the puddle on the floor and sniffed it, “He been good to you, huh?”

“Ya ain’t got no right ta-”

“Ya bin sneakin’ out, AJ, I dun like that...”

“Wouldn’t hafta sneak if-”

“I think you durn forgot what a real stallion is like...” in a flash, Big Mac was upon the pair of us, gripping, kicking, snorting. He fastened his teeth upon my shoulder, bit down hard. I wailed, it hurt. It was then that I felt his engorged member sliding between my legs... and into Applejack. “I think you been missin’ a real ruttin’, sis... like we used ta have.”

“No, Big Mac... no... don’t...” she whimpered, shuddering in orgasm as the thick length penetrated past her lips.

“Oh come now, lil sister... you know I know how you like it...”

Applejack bit her lip, I could hear her groaning, feel her start to buck. The huge cock, thick and warm, velvet-soft yet hard as a rock, squeezed inexorably into the mare I was still buried to the hilt in. A new wave of juices washed down my legs as I felt my cock once more growing hard. I bucked too, rubbing myself against my master’s great tool. I whined, whinnied even, seeing stars as his crushing weight was brought to bear.

“N-n-no, Big Mac,” panted Applejack, “I cain’t... not another... not another... Applebloom!” she shuddered, I felt her tail lift as she lowered her hips once again, submissively.

“Aww sis, we might get a li’l brother fer Applebloom, wouldn’t that be nice? A colt to help around the farm? growin’ safe an’ sound in his own sister?”

Applejack shuddered, lost now to the thrusting thirsty rod plunging in and out of her tight pussy. Presently she came again, swearing and cussing under her breath but biting her lip and all but incomprehensible. It was then that Big Mac withdrew, and - angling higher - slid into his male mare’s waiting mancunt once more. I shot a new load into the mare beneath me as the stallion upon me flooded my bowels with his seed.

I was all but unconscious and gasping for breath as Big Mac withdrew, his huge member flopping down to almost slap upon the floor.

“Bend over and push, human,” said Applejack, “y’all gonna hafta git them thar li’l Big Mac’s out if’n you wanna come in.”

“I...” I began.

“Quiet.” said Applejack, “Ah can’t have the family pet freezin’ all alone out here of a night. Y’all gonna catch cold and then where will ya be?”

“Sis...” began Big Mac

“Don’t you sis me, Big Macintosh. The next time you wanna fuck your sister y’all gonna ask first, don’t care how much I like it like that. I ain’t gonna have another Applebloom, so that means y’all gonna share your pet. He’ll be sleepin’ in mah bed when I got a need o’ him. Y’all can have him the rest of the time.”

I smirked in the darkness as I followed my new mistress into the house, with my master, spent but happy, following behind. Sometimes I wondered who wore the pony pants in this crazy family, maybe I'd just found out.