GalaMac
Slight Shock
Previous Chapter"Soup's on, everypony!" Granny Smith called out to the Apple family, as it was supper time. Apple Bloom and Applejack returned home from the fields, each carefully wiping their hooves on the welcome mat before entering the house.
"Seen yer brother?" Granny Smith asked them as they entered the kitchen.
Apple Bloom shrugged. "Big Mac was in his room last ah saw him; ah don' know where he is now."
"How about our guest mare, then? Where's she at?" Granny asked, a tad concerned. "Y'all seen her lately?"
"Ah ain't seen her, neither," Applejack replied. She eyed the food Granny Smith was preparing hungrily. "What's fer supper, Granny? Ah'm practically starvin!"
"Ah saw Gala Delight in her room last time I was in here, 'bout a few hours ago!" Apple Bloom piped up. "Maybe she's still there?"
"Applejack, be a dear an' see if yer brother and Miss Delight are in their rooms, and let 'em know supper's ready!"
"Sure thin', Granny!" Applejack said, trotting towards the stairs and up them into the hall.
First she knocked on Gala's door. Hearing no answer, she opened the door a little ajar and peered inside. Seeing no sign of the Apple's guest, she shrugged and then trotted over to her brother's door. She knocked twice and said, "Big MacIntosh, ya in there, big brother?"
There was no answer.
A little worried now, Applejack creaked open her brother's door and peered inside. What she saw made her gasp in surprise and quickly shut the door. She stared ahead blankly, her mind unable to form a coherent response to what she'd just witnessed. Eventually, however, she let out a weak chuckle.
"Well, I'll be darned," she said aloud yet softly, and then began heading downstairs. "They do make a cute pair though, I guess." She entered the kitchen where Granny Smith and Apple Bloom were already at the table, ready to eat.
"Did ya find yer brother, Applejack?" Granny Smith asked curiously.
Applejack shook her head and took her seat at the table. "They won't be joining us fer supper tonight; both them ponies are asleep. Ah, for one, don't wanna disturb 'em if they're that tired; best leave 'em be and let 'em sleep. If they wake up and come down wantin' ta get some vittles in 'em, then that's their business." She gestured to the food. "Now, pass the 'taters so Ah can feed mah starvin' belly already!"
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Big Mac awoke at 4:00 a.m., as he always did, and found that- once again -he had his usual morning wood. Only this morning was a little different, as he found himself waking up next to a pretty little mare. The memories of the night before brought a smile to his lips. The little mare in question still slept on, a front hoof twitching in response to the dream Gala Delight was caught-up in.
Big Mac looked down at the little mare he had punished the night before and smirked. She was his little mare now. He had himself a beautiful little mare curled up next to him. He watched as she rolled onto her belly, still sound asleep. He thought about that first day she came into Ponyville pulling a cart behind her as she made her way over to their stand. She'd ordered a bunch of vittles off their cart and proceeded to eat some right then and there.
Big Mac thought Gala looked cute as she wiped away some apple juice that had spilled over her lips with a dainty hoof. Now, as she lay there in his bed looking so sweetly innocent... and oblivious... he felt the attraction he had felt back then, only it was more... prominent now. Not yet wishing to disturb the little mare's slumber, he slipped a hoof under the covers and casually stroked his hardened member.
While he pleasured himself, Big Mac let his eyes roam over Gala's beautiful body. Her hair was leaf-green, similar to the budded leaves of an apple's stem. It was worn in loose pig-tail braids, falling like water over her backside, neck and shoulders. Slowly taking in the sight of her pale red fur, Big Mac reached out with his unoccupied left hoof to stroke her backside; it was soft and smooth to the touch, as he knew it would be. The muted red still felt kind of similar to an appleskin-tone, and a bit earthy, like the kind of fertile red earth he'd seen before. Her curves flowed nice and smooth, and looking over her petite frame made his member ache and twitch in anticipation. The throbbing picked up a little bit more as he continued stroking and drinking in the sight of her.
The smooth curves of her sore, aching flanks flushed a brighter red then the rest of her coat, evidently from the punishment he'd given her yesterday. As he looked over her sweet little brightened rump, Big Mac moved his free hoof from Gala's backside to rub her closest butt cheek. It was still a bit warm from her punishment, or was it from being pressed up against him all night? It made no difference either way; she still felt nice and warm and soft and... inviting. Alluring, actually. Sleeping so peacefully, he hardly wished to disturb her at all, but Big Mac knew he couldn't hold out and wait forever; it would get too painful. He lightly traced out the outline of her cutie mark, one Gala apple at a time (she had three upon her rump along with some sprinkled confetti), each a bright red with a hint of golden-yellow and a bit of bright green to its skin-tone.