Hooking up with a human wasn’t anything I ever figured I’d be doing, particularly since I didn’t know what one was up until I met Elizabeth eight months ago. But we got to be friends, she got to be lonely, and she asked me if I wouldn’t mind helping her out with that. Wasn’t keen on it at first, but she got me to give it a little thought, and I figured, hay, why not give her a try? Never know what you’ll wind up liking.
Ain’t regretted it since.
Well, ain’t regretted it for any reason to do with Liz. Our friends and my family, though…
Applejack wasn’t happy with me at first. We had a bit of a row that eventually wound down to her talking about how we couldn’t have foals together. I told her that first, with Zecora and Princess Twilight around, that wasn’t such a sure thing. Second, even if we could, it’d be something between me and her. And third, it’d be just the same if I’d shacked up with a stallion, and she wouldn’t be so heated over that.
Then once she stomped off I made sure to tell Liz I didn’t have any plans to knock her up with magical help or anything.
Anyway, AJ didn’t talk to either of us for a bit after that. But she warmed back up again. Awkward at first, asking me how Liz was doing and such. Think she knew she’d been wrong but was just being too stubborn to admit that. But it’s back to normal between me and my sister now, and she’s back to being friends with Liz again, too.
Our other problem’s been a little more persistent. I don’t know how many times Twilight’s come up to either of our houses with a clipboard, an anatomy textbook, and a lot of awkward questions.
But today had been pretty simple, all told. Liz came around and helped me put together a new spice rack for Granny. Well, more I helped her. She’s the one who’s good with tools.
She was off getting a shower to get the sawdust off. Offered to let me join her, but I still feel kinda funny about getting up to those sort of things while my family are around, so instead I was helping AJ pack for wherever it was she and Twilight were going this time. We’d just gotten the last of her things together and she was on the way out the door.
“Say goodbye to Elizabeth for me,” she said as she paused at the doorway. “And, uh, don’t get up to anything too wild, ya hear?”
“Eyup.” I rolled my eyes at that, though. “Ain’t like I’d be telling you about it anyway.”
“I always wind up finding out somehow, Mac, whether I wanna know or not.”
“Ain’t my fault everypony likes to talk. Shouldn’t you be getting on to Twilight’s?”
Applejack shook her head. “Naw, she’s coming here to meet me.”
“She’s coming here?” I groaned and peeked around my sister, and sure enough, there was our local princess just coming into the yard. And she’d seen me.
“Oh, Macintosh!” she called out. “It’s a good thing you’re here. I have something for you and Elizabeth.”
She floated a large package out of her saddlebags, and once again I was convinced she’d enchanted those things to be bigger on the inside or something.
“Neither of you have ever gotten back to me on that information I asked about, so I put together a brief questionnaire for you to fill out.” She dropped the package on my withers and my legs almost buckled under the sudden weight. “I know the other ones may have been a bit overwhelming, so I made sure to streamline this one. Are we ready to go, Applejack?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” She pulled the hoof from her forehead and turned back to me. “I’ll talk to her about this, alright?”
“Appreciate it,” I managed.
Applejack and Twilight set off down the road, and I closed the door and headed back into the house. Elizabeth was curled up on the couch in nothing but a towel. She looked up as I heaved the package off of my back and it hit the ground with a solid thud.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Twilight’s latest.” I trotted over and joined her on the couch.
She groaned and hung her head back against the cushions. “Does she ever get a hint?”
She settled down and stretched out further, laying her feet across my chest and casually exposing herself to me.
“Nope. And you know Granny could come home anytime, right? There’s no guarantee Pearly and Porcelain are going to keep her occupied all day.” Despite my objections, I admit I was looking. I’d come to appreciate a lot about her since our first time.
Some of it was just similar to what I’d see on a mare, but in unusual shapes that made it interesting. Any mare would catch some looks with a rump like hers. I just hadn’t paid attention to it at first since the way she was built didn’t show it off as well. And of course, all the usual mare’s parts were there. Shaped a little different, but they worked just fine.
Still didn’t understand why her breasts were on the front end rather than the back—or top instead of bottom, I suppose—but I could overlook that one.
And then there were the parts that were hers and hers alone.
She stuck her tongue out. “They usually do. And besides, it’s not like any of you wear clothes, anyway.”
We’d shacked up a few more times since that first one. Nothing serious. Just a sort of casual when-you-want-it kinda deal. Liz said they called it ‘friends with benefits’ back home, but that ain’t any kind of Friendship I’ve ever heard Twilight preach about. Not that I’m complaining.
My eyes traced down her legs from her thighs to where her feet lay across my chest, and I bent down to nuzzle against her lower leg a bit.
She jumped a bit and looked down at me. “What are you doing?”
“Enjoying the company,” I said, and brushed my cheek against her foot as well, causing her to twitch back again.
“And my feet?”
“Well, yeah, I ain’t gonna see them anyplace else. Makes it interesting.” I nuzzled over her feet again, mostly for the reaction I kept getting out of her. For something she spent all her time walking on, they seemed to be pretty sensitive.
“Doesn’t that apply to my hands, too?” she asked, after settling back down from the most recent touches.
“Not really. Diamond dogs have hands, even if they’re a little stumpy. And minotaurs got some a lot like yours. Even heard from Miss Rarity that there’s some kinda giant snake out in the Everfree that had hands.” I placed a soft kiss on the top of her foot, wondering how she’d react to that.
“Really?” She stretched out a bit further with a sigh. “Sounds like my unique talents might have competition.”
“Trust me, I wouldn’t trust any of them to do the sorta things you do.” I kissed her foot again, drifitng a bit lower towards her toes. “But all of them walk on paws, hooves, or claws. Feet are just you.”
“Sounds like you’re starting to like my feet as much as my hands.”
“Not unless your feet can do the same sorta things your hands do.” I grinned, and kissed her foot again.
She let out a quiet “hm”, then slid down over me, leaving her towel behind. She tossed it onto the floor and wrapped her arms around me, tangling her fingers up in my mane like she usually did. I was already getting a bit turned on just from teasing her, but having her drape herself over me like that was getting me excited, too. And then she ran her foot up the inside of my leg.
She kissed my neck, and then said in my ear, “Who says they can’t?”
With that, she trailed her foot up and down my inner leg again, her toes just touching my balls each time she did. I moaned a bit and lay back, letting her do what she wanted. It was a little exciting, yeah, but it seemed just as likely it would get me relaxed instead. Then she ran her foot up my stomach and back down to my groin, rubbing the side of it along my shaft and balls. I groaned as she kept focusing on that, rubbing her foot up and down the bottom of my shaft and shifting regularly between it and rolling my balls around a bit.
It wasn’t quite as gentle as her hands had been. It was a little rougher, and a little more forceful than that. But it still felt better than a hoof, and just that it was something so new added something else entirely to it, as well. I felt my shaft slide from my sheath and start to harden, growing thicker with each pass of her foot over its length.
She shifted and pressed my shaft against her other leg, then went back to running her foot up and down my stallionhood. She kept her hands busy, too. Her fingers ran through my mane and traced through the coat on my neck and chest. She started kissing my neck as well, and I groaned at the feelings coming from all over my body.
She laughed softly into my coat when I did that, and then reached up to pull my face down for a proper kiss. It was strange at first, since our mouths, teeth, and tongues were all shaped a bit different, but soon it became part of what I liked about being with her. And then she started giving me even more attention with that foot.
She was flexible enough to slide her foot all the way up to the head of my shaft and slightly curl her toes over the edge, and after that she slid it all the way back down to the base and rolled the ball of her foot over my balls. I could feel the need for release starting to grow in them, and every time she went down there I groaned into the kiss. And having my shaft up against the smooth warmth of her other leg made all of it feel that much better. I knew I was fully erect by then, and I could feel my own shaft throbbing between her foot and leg.
When the head began to flare out, she pulled back from the kiss and looked me in the eyes, smiling. “Getting so close already?”
All I could do was moan and try to thrust up between her leg and foot. She giggled and that and shifted positions again to be less atop me and more on her side, then resumed rubbing my shaft.
She repositioned her foot so it was pointed directly down my shaft and rubbed it across the head, drawing another groan from me as my slick pre covered the bottom of her foot. Then she pulled me into another kiss as she started running her foot up and down my length again, faster now with the lube I’d produced for her. She pushed in each time she reached the base, and made sure to tease across my balls at the same time. At the other end, she rolled the ball of her foot across the head each time she reached it.
I had to break away from our kiss myself that time, because I was panting hard and all I could do was bury my face into her hair and gasp for breath. My head had flared out to its fullest, and I was on the verge. It would only take one little push to send me over, and the next pass over my shaft’s head, and the ball of her foot rolling around it and teasing at the edges, was enough to finish the job.
I tensed, and then let everything out in a loud groan that was partially muffled by her neck and hair, and the couch cushion behind us. My shaft surged once more as I twitched and spasmed with the climax. I could feel my balls tighten as they forced out their burden, jet after jet blasting out of my shaft and splashing across Liz’s legs and my own stomach. I pulled her tight to me as it started to die down, until my gushing seed became a slow dribble. When we pulled back slightly, my stomach was as much white as red, and she looked like I’d rutted her to overflowing and then kept going.
She laughed at the sight and curled her fingers into my mane again. “Looks like we could both use a shower this time. Come join me and return the favor?”
“Eyup,” I said after a moment to catch my breath. “Figure I do kinda owe you.”
And just then we both heard the door out front open.
“Applejack! Macintosh!” Granny’s voice called out. “Any of you kids here?!”
We both looked down at the incriminating coating of cum on us both. Getting to the shower without being seen would be a challenge. And explaining this to Granny a nightmare.
I swear, my family’s timing sometimes…
Author's Note
Got a little rushed. It feels like I could have stretched it out further, and I might go back and add a scene of Mac returning the favor for her as a new chapter at some point or something.
Not sure if I'll ever give these two some non-erotic stories together, but it might happen. We'll see.
Also, gonna laugh if this hits Featured and John Perry winds up reviewing it after he skipped Odd One Out when that one was in the box.
