There he was, just standin' there all dull and handsome-like. Damn if'n he wasn't such a burly drink of water.
Why dull, though?
Well shoot, if'n any regular stallion of pony-like stature disregarded mah vapors, he'd be mighty akin to a saw with no teeth.
Then again, Ah s'pose most hooman-types ain't accustom to the ways of mares. S'pose that's what makes me hot fer 'em. The way he's always up before dawn, chompin' at the bit, eager fer a hard day's work...shoot, it's a wonder other farm-mares ain't hollerin' from the fields to woo 'im. Perhaps it's due to the "hoomans ain't givin' ya foals" issue. Ah can see how that'd be mighty bad fer progeny. Well, a little apple Ah keep under mah hay tells me that these mares ain't got a magical princess friend that'll stir up all kindsa elixir, some-n' that'll gettcha knocked-up good n' proper by anything with a Y chromosome.
But Ah digressify...the best part o' breedin' is gettin' down to the hard, dirty work...
Jus' like mah tall drink o' hooman likes it.
Anyhoo, as ah was sayin', he just stood there like a stump at mah marish proposition. At first he thought we was gonna do more buckin' in the orchard. A quick spurt from mah nethers showed 'im just what kinda "buckin'" Ah had in mind.
He flexed them biceps and golly, you'd think mah clit wanted ta jump right outta mah applefield. Heat strikes an Apple gal like a ten-ton cart, n' Ah always had a thing fer the burly types. Mah eyes were so busy eatin' him up that mah mind narry heard a word from his hooman lips. It wasn't long fer he swooped on in, stoopin' down n' askin' me if Ah was ready fer such a "commitment".
Sun-Damn! Ah was askin' fer a good rut, but here he was, actin' like Ah just offered him mah last name! Though, if'n Ah'm honest, and honesty is mah game... with a stud like him, sharin' a barn-name might not be so bad...
N' don't you go n' worry yer little heads, I talked to 'im all proper-like, making sure he was "comfortable" with the situation n' all. Geez, males are a skittish bunch, tougher to lure inta bed than a sheep to shears. But little did local folk know, hooman men're down-right possessed with a sex-demon hotter'n Celestia's sun. Ah've caught 'im choppin' his appletree before.
Did Ah spy on 'im?
Maybe.
Did Ah like it?
Ah reckon'.
Did he catch me?
Sure as applesauce he didn't.
Still, 'twas all Ah could do to prevent me from wanderin' over 'n helpin' him out at the time. Feelin' his nimble hand runnin' down mah coat that day...Ah regret every moment he wasted his appleseeds alone.
Somethin' about hooman hands just rubs me tha right ways. It didn't take long fer tha tactile creature in 'im to come forth. Before Ah knew it, Ah was bein' fondled and swandled like a apple bein' judged fer one o' Granny's pies. Ah couldn't wait ta have 'im, ta give 'im a taste of some tight little pie o' mah own. Now Ah ain't no harlot, but Ah've been 'round tha farm once or twice. A roll in the hay never hurt a mare in estrus, n' the family farm had no lack of stallions ta flirt with. Findin' one ta keep up with a gal like me was tha real challenge.
Little did Ah know the fate o' mah seed-catcher the day Ah propositioned the hooman...Ah would've done it on a night we weren't gonna buck tha next day. It weren't long fer Ah convinced 'im ta follow me to the barn. Late in tha day, Big Mac stuffin' his face, n' Applebloom over Sweetie's place...Ah was fixin' ta get some love'n that night.
But walkin' inta that barn, his hands all over mah flanks'n whithers, shoot, you'd think Ah was like a schoolfilly with her first crush. Truth be told, Ah was sweet on 'im, n' by the glances Ah caught, he was damn sweet on me. Turns out hoomans 'n mares make tha best nectar when fancy'n eachother.
Don't hurt none when yer hungry for his cock in ya, though.
Tha moment that door shut, he was on me like flies on spilled cider. Ah damn near had ta lasso 'im ta get a breath o' air; maybe Ah'll do that to 'im one day...just ta remind 'im who'll be buckin him fer the rest 'o his life. Promises Ah hardly remember sayin' done sputtered outta mah mouth, anything ta get them damn pants off 'im. Hoomans 'n their clothes. Horseapples, you'd reckon' it a wonder he didn't wind up with fru-fru Rarity. Ah'd buck her teeth out if'n she tried them ponygames today with mah man.
Those sun-damn pants, Ah near broke mah craw gettin' em off. When Ah finally did, he was already shirtless, lookin' down all smug-like. Ah'd giv'n him what-for iff'n he didn't look like some God standin' there in tha sun. Not too much trickeld into tha barn, but it was plenty enough fer the settin' evenin'. Ya might even had called it romantic, in a zoophilia sorta way.
All that was left was 'is annoyin' undergarments. That there strip o'cotton didn't shield tha bulge though. Packin' one helluva apple...mmph. Couldn;t resist lettin' out another good ol' squirt onto tha barn floor. Good thing we got fresh hay inside. His male odor done mah nostrils right, n' Ah wondered if'n he felt tha same way. Slowly, Ah found mahself wantin' him every way possible.
Tha damn tease, smirkin' n' such, pulled down them cottons so fine like... Ah wanted ta take-charge, but all Ah could do was stare 'n watch like some dumb foal. He had 'n apple alright, but it was done soldered to tha finest log ah've ever laid eyes on, spingin' up ta greet me. Ah tossed mah stetson inta some hay bale n' let out a good whinny. Mind you, it had been a good while since tha sight a' male made me do THAT.
He tossed his pile o' clothes aside too, n' rushed me to tha ground. Now Ah've been awestruck till tha moment, but finally came ta mah senses. Buckin' back, Ah wrassled 'im down like a misbehavin' pig. Ah could feel that good ol' heat burnin'. Ah was gonna have mah man NOW.
....t'was a shame Ah'd no clue 'bout hooman chest strength. He done pulled me ta his breast like a man possessed, rollin' us over onta tha hay. His male-ness smacked me good in the thigh, hefty and hard. Looked like Ah was the piglet now, 'n he was fix'n ta skewer right though me.
First, he done mashed his hooman lips all over mine. Now, Ah prefer sharin' breath ta kissin', but let me tell you, hooman lips can coax the scales fromma snake. Ah curled mah lips back 'n smooched him 'till he couldn;t smooch no more. Tally-up for horse pre-hen-sile lips.
The mood was gettin' mighty heavy, n' although foreplay is good'n fun, sometimes a mare just needs ta buck. N' Ah told 'im so. He done grinned like Ah just gave 'im his Hearthwarming Eve gift early. But fer all it was, t'was more like mah gift, 'n Ah couldn't wait ta play with it. Ah told him ta put his breedin'-stick near mah cooch, n' let loose a stream o' pre-cum that could water a tree. His lil' shudders were so sexy when I lubed his rod, I wished Ah had hands ta pull 'im right inside.
He pressed that apple ta mah dirty bits, n' Ah thought it would never fit. Ah braced mah hooves, n' was just 'bout ta ask him ta plow, but then Ah...got caught in his eyes. They were lusty, yeah, but...soft. Like he wanted ta take me more than mah womb alone could give. Ah gave him a long, breathy snort, 'n he gave me one back. Sharin' breath...
Then Ah felt it. It was just...shoot, you ever bite into a crisp apple on a warm day after harvest? Or sip cold cider straight from the tap? Buck, it was better'n those. It was bliss.
Hoomans got thses glans, right, that scrape a mare good, and boy-howdy did he buck me raw. The first pump inside was so slow Ah thought Ah was under a time-slow spell. Ah was thankful though, as mah stud gave mah winkin' gal a chance to adjust...barely. T' wasn't a momen't till he done near bottomed-out, n' Ah let a groan out that couldda woke tha dead.
Narry a second passed 'fore he pulled back some, then gave another shove. Same reaction, just a wide-eyed whinny. Ah was readyin' ta cum, n' Ah only had 'im fer twenty-five ticks! Now, don't go forgettin' what Ah said 'bout hooman stamina...them boys'll do you hard ifn't you'll let 'im. Found that tidbit fer mahself. Damn, did he hit mah field 'n all tha right ways, each thrust puttin' him deep in mah family soil. He wasn't even close ta climax.
Mine stuck harder'n tha ranch's lightning rod on a stormy day. Ah wish Ah could tell ya that Ah toughed it out. That Ah took 'im fer a ride instead. That he was putty in mah hooves.
But mah element won't let me lie.
Ah writhed under him like a snake in hellfire. Squirtin' out thick soup like Ah was watterin' tha orchard 'n such. It would've been right embarrassing if'n Ah didn't love it so much, 'n his iron-hammer kept forgin' on mah inner gate. Tha barn filled with musk, but Ah didn't care. Why would it matter? Ah was gettin' mah man, n' mah man was gettin' his mare, n' cocks from collars all was right with tha world that day.
Ah done squeezed 'is log like Ah was gonna rip it off, 'n milked 'im might fierce. Ah'd later take 'im like a proper standin' mare, but Ah was yeildin' to tha moment...n' our lovers-lust, too. Mmmm-hhmmm, tha way he was pant'n ya'll would think Winona would pop inside ta meet tha new pup. His hips slapped mine oh-so tender, as if'n Ah was a naughty filly fit fer a spankin'.
Ah flopped mah tail 'round a bit, but it wasn't in tha way. He just plowed on 'n on 'n on...bitin' mah neck, callin' me his pretty 'lil pony, maulin' mah cutie mark...ya'll anti-hooman mares need ta check yerselves.
Lovin' him was a slice o' heaven. Ruttin' him was a pleasure worth goin' ta hell.
Another shatterin' orgasm wracked mah poor, tired flanks. Mah throat was horse from groanin'. He rutted me longer'n anything ever could. What sorta beast did I unleash!?
Then Ah felt him swell, his buckin' comin' more urgent-like. Ah knew what was comin' and a sliver of me was thankful that he wasn't gonna fuck right though to mah stomach. Kickin' hooves in tha air, Ah shouted his name. Ah wanted his man-seed. Sure as shootin' mah poor Southern Belle deserved it after takin' such a poundin'.
Rearin' back, he holler'd mah name like thunder. Ah gasped as a single thrust pinned his apple against mah secret orchard, n' it opened readily for 'im. Mah womb gettin' fertilized fer our first time...
Holy Sun, the first spurt'a cream came like a hose. 'Fore Ah could even realize it, 'e was explodin' like a ruttin' bull. Ah threw mah head back, cryin' out wishes n' longin's Ah'd rather not repeat. Ah actually doubted if Ah'd even be needin' a cross-fertility potion from Twilight, that damn man spurted so rich-like. N' mah poor cooch...ya'll shouldda seen! Globs o' white, stark as chalk, floodin' out, stainin' mah tail...'twas a helluva chore gettin' it all out in tha showers.
But it was worth it.
Buck, it's STILL worth it.
Eventually, somehow, his tiller stopped plantin' foals, n' Ah caught a bit o' breath. We just lay there in a right-mess, 'im still buried deep. We done fell asleep in a hurry, n' Ah just thank mah shootin' stars we weren't found by lil' Bloom or her gang when we woke.
There, in tha moonlight, Ah felt mah hooman grab me once more, 'n we kissed. Yeah, yeah, Ah'm a sap, Ah get it. You get rutted by a hooman ya'll 're smittin' with 'n tell me ya ain't got no heartstrings fer 'im.
Ta this day, Ah'll always love 'im fer who he is: hard workin', hard eatin' hard buckin' hooman. But Ah'm lookin' inta tha future all unicorn-like, 'n Ah see us walkin' down tha long road. Granny & Mac 're likin' tha plan too, n' Applebloom already wants ta be mah maid. Still, Ah'll be needin' ta visit Twilight one day fer that 'lixir. 'Till then, Ah'll be makin' do with just buckin' all day n' night.
Now 'scuse me. It's gettin' late, 'n Ah've gotta be headin' home to tend to some...personal needs.
