As Ye Sew, So Shall Ye Rip

A Mare Worth Fighting For

Miles’ P.O.V.

The trip to the bedroom was done while both of us were shedding clothes. The moment we made it into the small room with a modest full size bed we were both nude as the days we were born. I lifted Coco, feeling her legs wrap around my waist and I could feel the heat practically rolling off of her nethers. The tip of my rod had already begun to spear through her labia, and the intense heat was driving me insane. The bed in the cabin hadn’t been made since I was last up here, and that had been about a month ago.

We made our way toward it, and I sat down while holding onto Coco. I felt myself become completely seated inside of her, and she let out a luscious moan that sounded like music to my ears. I slightly lifted her, and then pulled her back down onto my rod. She moaned again, and her hips began to move, causing her to push further onto what she was speared on. I moaned myself as I felt her inner walls gripping me tightly.

“Miles, rut me, please, just rut me hard,” she begged.

I wasn’t one for making a woman beg, so I turned us over, allowing her to be on the bottom, and I began to give her everything that I could. I felt the velvet smoothness of her tunnel as she took me. I could feel the wonderful way she felt as we thrusted together. There would be time for slow, tender, and sweet lovemaking, I had no doubt of that, but at the moment I knew that what Coco wanted was some hardcore sex. She wanted it hard, she wanted to be wrecked, and I wanted to give her what she was asking for.

“Rut me!” she cried out as I began to thrust harder. My right hand slipped down between us, finding her clit, and I stroked it causing her to buck her hips faster and harder as I did. I was learning Coco’s body, and I knew that the way I was entering her was allowing me to hit her G-spot about every third thrust. Something I was getting rewarded by new scratches on my back.

Her moans became louder, her thrusts harder, and soon she began to move us. I felt myself lying on my back, and she was on top of me. There was a sort of blissful, slightly manic, look on her face as she thrusted harder. I felt her tighten inside, and then looked at me.

“Don’t just rut me… Breed me!”

She bounced on top of my shaft as she cried out in bliss. My hands found her hips, and I pulled her into each and every thrust. Her hands were on my chest, keeping her balanced, and at the same time allowing her hold onto me. We met in a thrust, and I saw her eyes open wide, her mouth take on a wonderful O shape, and then she fell forward. Sweat was the only thing covering us, and I felt the slight gush of liquid meaning that she had came, and came hard. I kissed her, rolled us back over, and then I grabbed her legs. I pulled them up, resting her ankles on my shoulders. There was surprise in her eyes as I began entering her again. She moaned in delight as we joined together once more, and I found myself just barely able to resist the urge to utterly destroy her in the most delicious way. Instead I took my time, giving her the slow comfortable, and loving round of lovemaking that I could.

She moaned softly, her pert breasts softly bounced, and then I felt her kiss me. She moved, and I wondered if perhaps she was too sore, but instead she turned around, getting onto all fours, and she looked back at me. I understood the unasked question for what it was. She wanted me to take her, and she wanted me to finish inside of her. I had no problem with either and I soon found myself completely seated inside of her.

“M...Miles I love you,” she panted.

“I love you too,” I replied nearly out of breath.

I felt myself getting close, and I reached under her waist, pulled her up and kissed her neck as I pumped her womb as full as I could. She let out a hitching moan, and then she relaxed into my embrace. We enjoyed that moment for what felt like an eternity. I knew it was seconds, or minutes at most, but I could honestly think of worse ways of spending eternity. Slowly we separated, and I realized that now I would have to change the sheets on the bed. Luckily enough I had a linen closet full of sheets, and more than a few blankets.

She looked toward me, and I saw a look I had hoped for when we went on that first date. It was a look of love, of want and acceptance. I kissed her, and she hugged me. Together we walked nude out of the room, and even though we were both warm from the incredible round of lovemaking we had just experienced I could feel the cold seeping in.

“Is there any way we can get a hot bath?”

I nodded, “There is,” I said as I walked toward the bathroom.

The cabin had been something that I had bought long ago. Whoever the original owner was had long since passed, and the state of Colorado hadn’t ever gotten around to either reclaiming the land or really even caring much about it. So when I found it, wrote down the location, and took it to the local county courthouse I found myself purchasing it the same day. To my surprise it was a mere ten credits. They didn’t really care about the cabin, or ,from what records they could find, the fifteen acres that surrounded it.

Most of it was a wooden area, pretty well devoid of the touch of technology. I was happy to mostly leave that alone. The one lone difference had been the purchase of a large diesel generator, battery packs, and a solar panel kit. The generator ran off of a mixture of used cooking oil and kerosine, and the solar panels collected what sunlight they could to charge the batteries for the ignition of the generator. It was located in an added on room of the cabin, with the exhaust vented through the wall.

I checked to make sure that the tank was full, and then I keyed the ignition. It took a moment for the glow plugs to indicate that they were ready, and then I started it. The diesel generator came to life. I looked at Coco.

“We should have hot water in a few minutes, but just give me a moment.”

I walked to the front door, cursing that I didn’t stop to get dressed, but it was fine. I stepped outside and cursed the fact that I hadn’t put the well house controls inside of the house like a normal person. I flipped the switch for the well house, which was on the front porch, and then I listened for a sound of anything breaking. When I didn’t hear an explosion marking the end of the well house I stepped back inside, closed the door, and walked toward the kitchen. I turned on the faucet and found that we had running water. I left it to drip.

I had replaced the original plumbing with PEX piping. For the most part it wouldn’t burst if frozen, which was certainly a bonus, but I didn’t want us to go without water at all. I checked the hot water tank and I could hear it filling. Lastly I grabbed wood from the storage box near the stove and I began adding a few pieces into the old wood stove before I grabbed a small can of charcoal lighter fluid, sprayed a little on it, and then threw a match inside. The reaction was instant, and I saw the fire dance across the few pieces of wood I had placed in there.

The fire began to spread nicely, and when I was certain that the wood would stay burning on its own I added a few more sticks. The fire began to turn into a nice roaring fire, and I closed the door, but left the vent on. The room began to warm considerably and I looked to see Coco as she neared the stove itself. She leaned into me, and I held her as the stove did its job well. Then together we walked toward the bathroom, and I showed her the tub.

It had been an ancient thing that was left in the cabin, and I couldn’t get rid of it. She grinned as she looked at it, and then she turned the water on. It sputtered for a moment and then she felt the water coming out. I could see from her reaction that it was still cold, although that changed, and she smiled as she let the tub fill. It had been a large thing, far larger than the cabin needed, and easily could fit two people.

She added a little of the coconut scented all in one shampoo to the water letting it act as a bubble bath and fill with bubbles, and then she motioned for me to climb into the tub. I did, and she followed suit. Neither of us had thought to grab a towel, but apparently I had been far more prepared the last time I had been here. Above us on the rack was a towel, and wash cloth.

She took the cloth, dipped it into the water, and then poured a little of the all in one onto it. Then I watched as she began to clean herself. She leaned forward, shut off the water, and then turned around toward me. I took the hint, took the cloth, and I began to wash her. Of course I paid special attention to her breasts, but I wanted to do more than just play with her. I wanted to help her, to clean her, and to be with her.

I worked the all in one into a lather on her, letting it get into her coat, and then I grabbed a cup that I had placed by the tub to rinse with, and I used it to start rinsing her off. I smiled as I reached for the all in one, and then I squeezed some out into the palm of my right hand. I began working with her hair, or mane rather, and I began working it into a nice lather as well. She giggled as I massaged her scalp. I moved toward her ears, working in the lather, and then finally I stopped.

I couldn’t help it, and I leaned forward to kiss her. She hugged me, the thick lather of all in one coconut scented body wash was slipping off onto me. We held each other, enjoying the moment, and enjoying the hot water. I felt her move, her hand dipping into the water, and I prepared for her to grasp onto me, but what happened instead was water being dropped onto us both. I smiled at her as she grinned and continued to rinse out her hair.

She turned back around, and I washed her back, and she stood, carefully, and I washed her tail and ass. I worked on the areas I was so fond of, but I did more than that. My hands ran down her like a sculpture’s hands running down the clay he was forming into a beautiful piece of art in a final pass. I watched as she sat back down, the water gathering and washing away the lathered body wash. When it was done she turned toward me, took the cloth, and began to wash me in the same way.

I felt her gentle touch as she moved down my abs. I felt the way she traced her hands down my chest, then to my sides, my arms, and everywhere else she could touch found her gentle caress. She stood, and I did the same. I felt her lean forward, her arms reaching around me, and her breasts pushed up against my chest. I could feel her hands working behind me, slowly moving up and down my back reaching my ass, and then working over it with the same gentle motions that she had done earlier.

When she was done the both of them moved to sit down, and soon we were gathered into an embrace once more. I hugged for a moment before I grabbed the cup and began rinsing us off. As I did she began doing to my hair as I had done to her mane. I felt her work a lather into it, and soon she took the cup, rinsed my hair out, and then we simply looked at one another. We stepped out onto the mat on the floor, and I handed her the towel. The towel found itself drying her off, and she walked toward the linen shelving in the bathroom and grabbed two more towels.

The first she took and wrapped around her mane, and the second she handed to me. I dried off, and together we walked out into the hall, and then into the bedroom. We finished drying off, and we began to dress again. Part of me wondered why we were doing it to begin with. I understood that at some point we would be nude again. Of course getting dressed meant that I did get to undress her, and that would be something to look forward to.

Coco’s P.O.V.

I walked with Miles into the kitchen, and I knew that if I was hungry he certainly was. I began to dig into the cabinets and found what would work for dinner for the two of us. I pulled out some pasta, some spaghetti sauce, and a loaf of bread. I looked at the wood stove as it roared heat out. I began simply enough by filling a pot with water, and then I placed it on the wood stove.

I watched as the water began to get warm, it began to steam, and finally it began to boil. I put the pasta into the pot, and then I took a long cookie sheet and placed a few pieces of bread on it before laying it on the stove top as well. I looked to see Miles watching with interest, and I couldn’t help but smile. Cooking here was similar to cooking at his home, but the difference was that there was no help. Julia was still on my tablet, but she was cut off from the wireless internet. Anything she wanted to help me with would have to come from her own programming, and I knew that she would certainly give me some direction and pointers, but I wanted to do as much of this on my own.

I finished the pasta, drained it into a colander in the sink, and then I dumped it back into the pot, opened the spaghetti sauce and poured it into the pot as well. After that was done I placed it back onto the stove and I mixed sauce into the spaghetti. I then flipped the bread, allowing it to become well toasted, but not blackened. When it was finished I removed the cookie sheet, the pot, and placed them onto the table where Miles had already placed pot holders.

He looked at me, a smile on his face, and I watched as he grabbed the dishes. He was caring, tender, gentle with me, and able to give me a hard rut if I wanted it. He was perfect, and there was no denying anything at this point. I was his, and he was mine. My claim was made, and even though typical Earth Pony standards meant that we were already married, I wanted to have a ceremony. Perhaps something in Vegas at the MGM would be nice.

He dished out the spaghetti for us, and then I took and placed two pieces of toast on each of our plates. He waited, and I realized that he was letting me eat first. I took the first bite, and maybe it was just because I was hungry, or because it was somewhere different, but that simple meal of spaghetti was perhaps the best meal I had ever had in my life.

The atmosphere was charming, simple, and completely romantic. Being with Miles here in this cabin, so far from the beaten path, it felt right. I looked into his eyes, and then he smiled at me. He stood, and motioned for me to follow him. I did, and the two of us stepped out of the cabin, beyond the porch, and I took in the sight before me in awe. The night has always had a beauty of its own. The nights in Las Vegas was monopolized by the strip and lights that adorned it, but out in the desert just beyond the city was a night so clear and crisp that it was a true sight to behold.

The night here, deep in the woods was just as clear, but different in its breathtaking beauty. I looked at it and I saw a canvas that had been beautifully mastered by an artisan’s gentle touch. I felt Miles as he put an arm around me, and I kissed him.

“It’s breathtaking,” I said.

I looked at him and we kissed, then he looked into my eyes, “Then that’s something the both of you share. You’re both breathtaking.”

Somehow, in some amazing way, he knew just the right things to say.

Author's Note

Ron Jeremy Pony got this started for me, but circumstances beyond my ken prevented me from adding to this, so thanks RJP for the work. More clop coming soon, more fluff coming, as well, and some additional world building on the horizon. Stay tuned to this channel for more! Same great content, same great authors!