Fluttershy leaned forward and let her breath frost across the window, giving a soft smile as the white mist faded slowly from the edges of the crystalline tracings on the other side. The snow outside was really starting to pile up; white swirls of powder flew with the chilly winter winds as they swept drifts in the several feet already on the ground. Celestia’s sun was just barely above the horizon, well hidden already by the Everfree Forest to the west, and the thick grey clouds overhead were liberally streaked with royal purple. Darkness came on so much more quickly in the winter... The changing of the celestial cycle always snuck up on her, though the Princesses had started it several years ago now and it was well on its way to becoming tradition. Half a year ago, she would have gone outside and walked down the lane to catch a glimpse of the distant glimmer of the Princesses in Canterlot, shining with radiant power as they performed their heavenly duties, but with the dark and the snow – not to mention how things were otherwise – she didn’t really feel up to it.
Moving with care, she turned sideways on her chair and slid to her feet. Turning back to pick up her candle, she rested her free hand on the soft curve of her belly. “Hello, little one,” she murmured, smiling. Four months almost to the day now, and it was still hard to believe. She’d been a midwife for dozens of births, both human and otherwise, but it was still a strange, exhilarating, scary and wonderful feeling to see herself swelling with life. She could still remember her friends’ reactions when she’d broken them the news in her second month. Pinkie had given a huge gasp and hugged her surprisingly carefully, then immediately announced a party (“all the guests are already here! Fluttershy, you’re so smart!”). Twilight’s eyebrows had shot up almost comically over her glasses, and Spike had shyly requested to put his hand on her stomach. She’d let him, though she had barely been showing, and for a moment the teenage boy’s eyes had shone with wonder. Rarity, of course, had nearly been knocked over by inspiration on the spot - there were several gem-studded jumpers in a drawer upstairs, and the fashionista had promised her maternity wear as well. Dash had actually seemed a little freaked out, but she had patted Fluttershy on the shoulder and promised that she’d “teach the kid to fly like nobody’s business”, and Gilda had surprised her with a wide, sharp smile before dropping back into her characteristically sour expression. “Congrats. Don’t you dare name it after me,” she’d said, giving Fluttershy the first hug she’d ever received from the brash, abrasive woman. She’d even shaken Mac’s hand.
And Applejack… well. Her sister’s reaction had been quite something to witness. She’d seemed almost physically torn between congratulating Fluttershy and berating Macintosh for not telling her sooner, and had settled for trying to do both at once while hugging Fluttershy almost painfully tightly and trying not to cry. Rarity and Twilight had finally gotten her to calm down, though, after which she’d run to let Applebloom and Granny Smith know. In order to spare the old woman the walk, they’d moved the party to the farmhouse, and stayed up most of the night talking and enjoying each other’s company. It had felt something like the bachelorette party Pinkie had thrown her, only without the overwhelming desire to go hide in a closet or Twilight’s awkward attempt at explaining the basics of mammalian reproduction. The girls had teased her a little, of course, but that night had seen them together like they hadn’t been for a long time (Pinkie’s duties at Sugarcube Corner kept increasing as she exercised the responsibility helping raise Pumpkin and Pound Cake into a pair of headstrong, bright young kids had taught her, and Twilight’s time was split three ways between keeping the library, guest lecturing at Celestia’s School For Gifted Children, and – by far her greatest commitment – worrying about Trixie as the magician-turned-draconian-rights-activist traveled around the country). The advance of time only made those memories all the more precious, though, and Fluttershy smiled as she sat down on the couch.
She’d only meant to close her eyes for a moment, but the warmth of her sweater, the fire crackling in the fireplace and the softness of the cushions proved an irresistible combination. She awoke what felt like a few minutes later to find herself looking up at the ceiling; thin yellow firelight danced with its own shadow across the slightly faded butterflies painted there, sometimes giving them the illusion of flight. Someone had laid her down properly, taking care with her buttercup-yellow wings, and placed a pillow under her head and a thick woolen blanket over her. She smiled and turned to the rug in front of the fire, knowing who she’d find there.
Sure enough, the slightly threadbare rug was taken up almost entirely by Macintosh, snoring softly with his head pillowed on one brawny forearm. He was still wearing his work clothes – the blue jeans and flannel he shared a penchant for with his sister – but he had taken his no doubt muddy boots and socks off, leaving his big bare feet sticking up into the air. His toes twitched as he gave a little mutter. Fluttershy couldn’t help but giggle when she saw that, and Mac woke with a small start. He turned to her with a sleepy smile.
“Hey there,” he said, his voice a little thick. He raised his free hand, completely enveloping her small, soft hand in his big, work-roughened fingers; his skin was still cold from the chill outside, and Fluttershy squeezed his fingers.
“Hello,” she said softly, propping herself up on her elbow. Her breasts had been slowly but surely getting larger ever since she’d conceived, and on some occasions, like now, they got in her way. She’d gotten used to it once; she’d do it again, though she was a little worried about exactly how big they were going to get in the end. “Welcome home.”
“Ah’m sorry. Didn’t mean to wake ya,” Mac said. His Apple clan drawl was less pronounced when he spoke softly, and Fluttershy felt a familiar little thrill in her heart.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t,” she said, rubbing his fingers with her thumb. “I didn’t really mean to fall asleep, anyway…”
“Ah didn’t mind,” Mac said, smiling. He sat up and stretched, still holding Fluttershy’s hand. “You need yer rest.” He yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “Is there room up there?”
Fluttershy sat up and scooted over. Mac sat down on the couch with a sigh, and Fluttershy leaned against his chest as he joined her under the blanket. “It must have been hard today,” she said quietly, enjoying the warmth and stability of his shoulder. “I heard the weather team couldn’t manage to keep the roads clear…”
“No, but Ah don’t blame ‘em fer it,” Mac said, his voice rumbling from deep inside his chest. “Some interference from the forest, that’s all. ’Sides, it gave me an’ the girls somethin’ to do after we got the yard cleared. Never was much t’occupy time in the winter when Ah was growin’ up aside from shovelin’. Well, that an’ throwin’ snow at each other,” he chuckled.
“That’s good,” Fluttershy said, fighting a small yawn. “Oh, I saw Angel bunny today. He looked very well – his coat is lovely and sleek, and he just looks so healthy. I asked if he and Lola had enough food for the winter, and I think they do, but we should still… give them…” she failed to stop the yawn this time, and Mac put his arm around her as she finished. “Oh my,” she said. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m so tired…”
“Here, lie down,” Mac said. He leaned back, gently lowering Fluttershy down with him, until they were both lying down. With Mac’s back against the back of the couch, Fluttershy found herself wrapped in his strong, comforting embrace from behind. Mac was gently rubbing the curve of her belly through the soft fleece of her sweater, and she felt the same surge of warmth in her chest as she had before. She was pregnant, her body round and ripening with Mac’s baby, and she felt an unspeakable rush of love for him wash away her tiredness.
“Um… Mac…” she said quietly, feeling a blush warm her cheeks. “Um, actually, I mean… now that I think about it, I’m… I mean, my breasts… aren’t sore anymore, so maybe, if you’d like to…” she trailed off, laying her hand atop Mac’s on her belly and pressing her body back into his.
“You sure?” Mac asked, his breath stirring the curl of hair by her ear. ”If you want t’rest…”
“No,” Fluttershy said, maybe a bit more forcefully than she had intended. She squeaked, then spoke again. “Um, I mean… no, I-I want to…so please…” The heat intensified, and she buried her face in Mac’s shoulder. It wasn’t precisely embarrassment – or at least, it mostly wasn’t precisely embarrassment; Mac had seen, caressed and kissed every inch of her body, and they had been as close as two people could be. Still, though, she felt the heat as she took Mac’s hand and placed it on her breast. “Oh, wait…”
She sat up a little and reached around behind her back and around her wings, unclasping her bra. She pulled it off, feeling her heavy breasts, freed from confinement, spill down her ribs. Her breasts were almost as large as melons already, much larger than average for even pregnant seraphs; she’d started developing from a young age, and the other kids in Flight School had made fun of her for her unaerodynamic shape. She’d been mortified to learn, shortly after she’d met her five dearest friends, that even Pinkie Pie’s breasts were smaller than hers - not by much, granted, but she was earthborn and it wasn’t such a big problem for her (in fact, she enjoyed it – and so did the many men and women she brought to her bed). Now, though, they were more proof of the seed of life growing in her, and their weight was comforting. The soreness that had plagued her was indeed gone, too, and she let out a breath as she laid back down against Mac’s chest. “Please…?”
“Okay.” Mac finally gave in, kissing her neck as he touched her again. Though his palm was rough and calloused, his touch was gentle; Fluttershy closed her eyes and focused on the soft fleece sliding against her naked skin as Mac’s big hand struggled and failed to cup her breast. She sighed with pleasure at the feeling; the gentle pressure of Mac’s fingers sent little waves of heat through her breast, building up under her nipple and radiating across her chest and down between her legs. She took Mac’s left hand in her own and slowly kissed the roughness of his palm, making sure the impression of her lips lasted.
“Yer so beautiful,” Mac murmured, tracing circles around her areola. “Ah don’t tell you that often enough.” Fluttershy tensed, her toes pointing instinctively for a moment, as his blunt fingertips crossed the tip of her; she felt both of her nipples harden, and she let out a little coo.
“You tell me… every day,” she said, her breath hitching as Mac pinched her nipple between his fingers. The fleece of her sweater, warmed by her own body heat, rubbed against her, and she closed her eyes again. “Every morning…” She moaned quietly.
“Ah know,” Mac said, kissing her again. “Ain’t near often enough.” With his other hand resting on her stomach, he continued to pull gently on her nipple. Fluttershy drew in a deep, shuddering breath, only to lose it all in another moan as a sudden rush of warmth flowed from deep within her breast.
“Whoa,” Mac said, pausing in his ministrations. Fluttershy shakily opened her eyes and looked questioningly up at her love, who took the opportunity to kiss her lips. As pleasant a distraction as that was, though, what Mac had been surprised by was clear enough when she looked. A small dark spot had appeared on the forest-green fleece; she could feel the wetness on her breast. “Hon?” Mac asked.
“Um…” Fluttershy replied, feeling her face heat again. “I have an idea, but it’s not supposed to be happening yet…” She sat up and lifted the bottom of her sweater. The round swell of her stomach was exposed first; the gentle sweeping lines of her hips and back flowed smoothly into her gloriously curved belly, which presented itself to Mac like the full moon. Her skin was lily-pale and looked as soft as silk. Above her motherhood, Fluttershy’s huge, heavy breasts lay swollen with her pregnancy. Though her stomach was not yet pronounced enough that her breasts could rest atop it, they spilled softly down the side of her curves, hanging forward as she leaned a little to pull the sweater up and over her chest. “I shouldn’t be, but… um, am I lactating?”
Mac leaned forward to take a look. Sure enough, pearlescent drops were beading on Fluttershy’s right nipple; a thin white line was tracing its way down her breast, having been squeezed from her by the pressure of the sweater’s elastic across her chest. “Looks like,” he reported. Fluttershy sighed and started to pull her sweater back down, but Mac ducked in closer.
Fluttershy squeaked as she felt Mac’s tongue run across her breast – catching the stray drop – and then to her nipple, sending a spike of pleasure deep into the center of her chest. As soon as he’d started, he drew back, allowing her to finish getting dressed again. Putting a gentle hand on her shoulder, he led her back down again.
“You don’t mind?” Fluttershy asked quietly, snuggling back into his embrace. Mac shook his head, smiling.
“Nope,” he said, running his hand up underneath Fluttershy’s sweater. Her skin was hot, and her right breast slightly damp from his tongue; he cupped her as best as he could, and squeezed, and smiled again as he felt another sprinkle of warm liquid against his palm.
Fluttershy laid her head back against Mac’s shoulder, baring her neck to him, and he gently kissed her skin. Mac’s fingers danced across her body; not just her right breast, but her left, and the swell of her stomach and hips. He worshipped her form with his hands, stroking her soft skin with his work-roughened hands and lips and convincing her, every moment, that she was a goddess to deserve such praise.
“Mac,” she sighed, after a long time. Mac had pulled her sweater off, and she was naked to the waist, her body burning; Mac brushed his hand across her stomach and she felt her hips buck, seeking him.
Her entrance throbbed for his touch, and she took his hand, guiding him down to the center of her desire. But to her surprise, he slid his milk-slick hand from hers and brought it back to her breast.
“Sorry, hon,” he said, planting another kiss on her neck. “One more thing Ah wanna try first.” Fluttershy sat up as he stripped off his shirt – it joined her sweater and bra on the floor – and he pulled the blanket from its crumpled and forgotten place over the arm of the couch, pulling it over the both of them as he leaned down over his wife.
Fluttershy frowned in slightly fuzzy confusion, but she decided not to question it as Mac kissed her. She had to admit it was warmer this way, too; Mac’s naked skin was smooth against hers, and she giggled into his mouth as his chest hair tickled her. She felt more than saw him smile at that, and then his hand was on her breast again; he rolled her aching nipple between his fingers, flicking and playing with it mercilessly, and she whimpered. Mac broke for air and she grabbed his face, pulling him back to her as soon as he’d gasped in a breath. “I love you,” she whispered, the next time her mouth was free. His deep green eyes were inches from hers, never once looking away, and she ran her hand down his stubble-rough cheek. “I love you so much.”
Mac took her hand and laid it on her belly. “Ah know,” he said, grinning. “And Ah love you too. Our baby’s gonna be so beautiful, hon.” He leaned in to kiss her, but her breath hitched and her eyes flew open.
“Oh no, please, don’t stop talking,” she murmured tightly, nuzzling up into the crook of Mac’s neck. He supported her shoulders with one arm, continuing to play with her nipple with the other, and Fluttershy let out a quiet, shuddering moan.
“Hon, are you –” Mac asked disbelievingly, and Fluttershy nodded rapidly and mashed her lips into his. “Talk to me,” she whispered urgently, beginning to breathe harder. “Tell me you love me…” She drew a breath, then cried out, pressing her legs together and rolling side to side under Mac.
“Ah love you,” Mac said, flicking the tip of Fluttershy’s nipple with his finger. His hand was white-hot lightning pressing into her breast, making it hard for her to even think. “Yer my beautiful, beautiful girl, and y’always will be. Ah wake up ev’ry mornin’ an’ there you are, the best thing that’s ever happened t’me, an’ I think Ah’m dreamin’ still.” He paused for a moment, staring into Fluttershy’s eyes. Fluttershy was panting; she squeaked with each gasping breath, but she held the gaze steady. Mac lowered himself gently down, holding her close. “Stay close t’me,” he whispered roughly. “Ah won’t let any harm come t’you. Ever.”
With a loud cry, Fluttershy came, wrapping her arms around Mac and holding him to her as tightly as she could. She buried her fingers in Mac’s hair, pulling his face to hers as her body shook with rolling waves of pleasure. She could feel warm liquid running down the valley between her breasts as they flattened against Mac’s chest; to her suddenly supersensitive nipples, the feeling was almost too much. Her hips seemed to move on their own, thrusting up towards Mac’s body, desperately seeking his solid form. Mac rolled them both sideways so Fluttershy’s belly lay between them and kissed her, matching the heat of her lips – first intense, then slowly subsiding as she came down. Finally, they simply lay together, foreheads and noses touching, and Fluttershy smiled shyly at Mac.
“That’s never happened before,” she murmured, and Mac could feel her blush on his face. “Um… I’m glad you wanted to try it, though.” She swallowed, then shakily let her breath out. “Oh my…oh...” She pulled away from Mac slightly and propped herself up, running her hands very carefully over her still very sensitive breasts; her chest and belly were dotted with creamy white, as was Mac’s, and the valley of her cleavage was sopping wet. “Oh no, it got everywhere…”
“We can wash the cushions t’morrow,” Mac said dismissively. He reached up and gently cupped Fluttershy’s cheek; she put her hand on his. “Ah’m just glad you enjoyed yerself. Wasn’t sure it was gonna work, ‘specially with how sore you’ve been gettin’…” Fluttershy laughed softly, blushing some more.
“It definitely worked…” she said. Bringing her hands away from Mac’s, she snagged the waistband of her soft pajama pants and pulled them down; Mac’s gaze followed the curve of her belly down to the smooth curve of her bottom as more silky skin was exposed, and he lingered on the pink cotton exposed between the tender expanses of her thighs. Darker pink was clearly visible on the fabric, and Fluttershy looked down at her toes, embarrassed. Then she seemed to realize something, and the faint element of pride in her embarrassment was quickly swallowed by mortification.
“Oh, Mac,” she said, looking upset. “We didn’t… um, that is to say, I didn’t… do anything… for you...” She looked away, and Mac – confronted with the vision of his four-months-pregnant wife, naked save for a pair of wet panties and her flowing hair, glowing with life and skin spotted with milk from her recent shuddering orgasm – was forced to come to terms with several facts, chief among them that denim was an incredibly restrictive and uncomfortable fabric. The smile that found its way onto his face felt slightly predatory, and Fluttershy yelped with surprise as he snuggled into her.
“You got a plan t’fix that?” he murmured, kissing her cheek. Fluttershy couldn’t hold back a giggle as his breath tickled her ear, and she rolled into his embrace. Her sweat-sheened skin gleamed in the firelight, and Mac gently rubbed her back, paying special attention to the area just around her shoulderblades where her wings met her back. She shuddered under his hand, and Mac smiled. She thought he didn’t know what their weekly preening sessions did to her. “Please?”
“Well,” Fluttershy said timidly, laying her hand on Mac’s chest, “I did have one idea…” She pulled away from him a bit to give herself room to work, then slid her hand down his well-muscled stomach to the waistband of his jeans. She slipped a bit working on the button from an unfamiliar direction, but in seconds only the zipper held Mac’s pants on. As she drew the zipper down and folded the wings of the fly back, the white cotton underneath rose to meet her hands, and she smiled. “I’m sorry you had to wait so long,” she said, pulling Mac’s pants down with his help. His briefs were tight around him, and she ran a hand down the pronounced bulge in the fabric.
“Ah like where this is goin’,” Mac commented, and Fluttershy shushed him with a giggle. She leaned down to kiss his stomach, trailing her lips over his hard, toned stomach until she reached the waistband of his briefs. Hooking the elastic with her fingers, she pulled it down slowly, continuing to kiss her way down through goldenrod hair. Halfway down, she jerked back with a little cry of surprise as the briefs’ valiant efforts finally failed and Mac’s manhood sprang free.
Despite what Fluttershy had overheard from some of the women and men in town – or been outright asked, in the case of Berry Punch, when the friendly but perpetually soused viniculturist was in an inquisitive mood – Big Mac’s cock was not what Fluttershy would generally call “impossibly large”, though it was true that she didn’t have much experience in the matter. He was well-proportioned, that was all; it just so happened that he was taller and broader than most other men. Now, freed from his prison, he stood about eight inches tall, with a gentle curve down the shaft that pointed the end of him slightly upward. His smooth, rosy head was wet with precum, glistening in the firelight, and Fluttershy felt a burst of confidence. Her body had made him like this; his rock-hard member was seeking her entrance. Her body hadn’t forgotten her earlier desire, and she felt the heat between her legs grow once again. Mac’s cock was too long for her to take fully, and his girth rode the very edge between unbelievably pleasurable and painful, but her body wanted him. She wanted to feel him moving inside of her, his shaft pressing against her inner glory, his comforting weight on her back as she truly and fully yielded herself to him… with an effort of will that made her body ache, she pushed the image to the back of her mind. This was Mac’s turn, not hers… though there might be time for it later.
Settling herself in a kneeling position by Mac’s feet, Fluttershy leaned forward slowly and kissed the tip of Mac’s shaft. He tasted salty-sweet, a familiar flavor, and Fluttershy gently worked her lips over his head. Mac closed his eyes and she heard him let out a long breath, very nearly a sigh, and her lips curved into a smile around him. She moved slowly and softly, barely brushing his head with her tongue before capping it with her lips again; never moving further down his shaft, she carefully cleaned him of the precum that had leaked from his mighty member as he tended to her body. When his head glistened with her saliva, she kissed it again, then looked up at Mac worriedly.
“Yer doin’ great,” Mac groaned, shifting on the couch. His hips lifted into the air a bit, and Fluttershy leaned forward again – but this time she didn’t take his cock into her mouth. She kissed him again, teasingly, on the underside of his shaft, and then paused, looking uncertain.
“Um,” she said, leaning back a bit. Her breasts hung pendulously from her chest, spilling down onto Mac’s legs; her soft flesh molded to the iron muscle of his thighs, and she shivered involuntarily with pleasure as her sensitive nipples were caressed by the gentle back-and-forth motion of her not entirely steady breathing. “This is the plan I wanted to try…”
She pulled herself upright and adjusted her position, straddling Mac’s legs on the couch. As she leaned back, she presented herself to Mac again, and he was struck again by just how lovely she was. Her breasts were huge now, more than a handful for him; they were still fairly pert, though, and they rolled from side to side as she worked out her new balance. Her nipples were still hard, and they stood out proudly, capping her breasts with rose. The curve of her belly caught the firelight, and Mac reached out to stroke her skin. She took his hand and stroked his palm with her thumb, then leaned forward hesitantly. She kissed his tip again, then continued forward until Mac’s turgid rod was surrounded by the massive globes of her breasts.
Her skin was slippery from the milk that had run from her nipples, and as she pressed her breasts together around Mac’s aching cock, the warm wetness only made him even harder. Milk welled up in the crevasses between their skin, brimming over in the valley of Fluttershy’s cleavage and running back down her breasts to trickle onto Mac’s tanned-leather skin. Mac leaned his head back as Fluttershy started to move – slowly, teasingly. Her breasts engulfed him; her nipples drew lines of fire up and down his hips as she moved, back and forth, letting the gentle pressure wrapping around his shaft slowly build warmth up from inside him. She barely had to shift at all, instead pressing and squeezing her massive breasts together to constantly vary the pressure on him. Mac closed his eyes; the movement of his cock through the warm, wet tunnel made a slick sliding sound, and he grunted as a small, white-hot coal began to smolder at the very base of his shaft. He almost didn’t notice when Fluttershy’s lips returned to the crown of his cock – almost.
After a few moments, Mac opened his eyes again. He wadded up the blanket and slid it under his head, using it as a makeshift pillow to prop up his neck and shoulders; being able to see what was happening somehow made the sensations that much sharper, and he started to move his hips in time with Fluttershy’s gentle swaying, exposing more of his shaft on each downswing. Fluttershy shifted a little, sitting back onto Mac’s ankles; he could feel the heat radiating from the cotton between her legs - or rather, from the pink flower the cotton hid. He lifted his ankle as best he could and pressed up against her, earning him a squeak from around his member, and Fluttershy looked up at him, her face turning pink. He smiled at her, slightly wolfishly.
“I-it does feel good, right?” Fluttershy asked nervously, slowing down a little and pulling back. The change in pace came suddenly, and Mac was able to relish the sensation of her soft skin rubbing torturously slowly along his length. The loss of her warmth was maddening, though, and Mac sucked in a breath. He nodded, trying to regain his composure, and looked up at his love. She wore an almost comical expression of worry; her hands were resting by her belly, and she was gently wringing them together as if she didn’t know what else to do with them. Mac propped himself up on his elbows.
Fluttershy had confessed to him once, about a year into their courtship, that she had always been ashamed of her body. She had always been shy, and her figure had only given the kids who bullied her more ammunition - another difference, something else with which to push her away. When Mac had first met her, more than ten years ago, she hadn’t met his eyes once; she’d kept her eyes on her feet as she introduced herself to Applejack and hesitantly offered her services as a vet for the many animals kept on the farm. When surprised or startled, her first instinct was to bring her hands to her chest - to hide her body from view as best she could, and make herself as small as possible.
Now, though, she was unashamedly exposed; her breasts and belly curved proudly over him, unhidden even by the fall of her rosy-hued hair. Though she looked worried - and was almost frowning that Mac hadn’t answered her yet - she carried herself with confidence. Mac had told her every day that she was beautiful, and somewhere along the line she had started believing it herself. The result was breathtaking; she filled every part of her form proudly, from her gently swollen breasts to her fluted hips, and Mac felt his chest grow tight. Love made her beauty shine all the brighter, and that she loved him was almost hard to believe. He put his hands on her thighs, near her knees - the only places he could reach, unfortunately. “It feels great, hon,” he said, unable to keep from grinning. The heat in his chest grew stronger as she smiled, confirming his double meaning.
“That’s good,” Fluttershy replied, relief evident in her voice. She lay down again, taking great care with her belly, and captured Mac again; his cock jumped eagerly at her touch, as though she had never abandoned him. Fluttershy soon worked her way back to where she had left off. She experimented hesitantly with her little pink tongue, sending it darting out from between her kiss-swollen lips to caress Mac’s shaft or the curve of his head. Mac groaned again as she dared to take his head and more entirely into her mouth; not much of his cock showed above the pale expanses of her breasts, but she made the most of it, passing his aching flesh directly from the warm wetness of her cleavage to the hot, gentle ministrations of her mouth and tongue. After a particularly intense downswing, she pulled back for a moment; Mac caught a trail of white falling from the swell of her lower lip - milk from her cleavage. She absentmindedly licked the moisture away, and Mac let his head fall back onto the blanket, nearly overwhelmed.
The white core of pleasure that had been building had spread out, warming his thighs and stomach, and up, following the line of heat the tip of Fluttershy’s tongue traced up the underside of his shaft. He began to thrust slowly, rolling his hips in time with her motions; she made a quiet sound as she took more of his shaft into her mouth than before, but it didn’t seem to bother her at all. She sucked gently, trying to coax more precum from him, and she was rewarded with a hot gush across her tongue. She looked up at Mac as she swallowed, meeting his eyes with her own.
“Here we go,” Mac warned after another minute, his body starting to shudder. Fluttershy let out another squeak as his legs tensed and flexed; Mac could feel her hips drawing up and down his shin, grinding her molten love against him. “Yeah, here we go.” Fluttershy pulled back suddenly as Mac’s thrusts grew more desperate, baring his hot, slippery skin to the air; pearlescent drops beaded at his tip, gathering to trail down the gentle curve of his shaft. They never got the chance, though, as Fluttershy swooped forward again, taking the most of him she ever had into her mouth with a muffled moan. Mac let out a loud grunt as he came, driving his hips up, his whole body tensing as the pressure inside him exploded. He reached out and clasped his wife’s hand, managing with an effort of will not to squeeze it as she milked him. He could feel each jet of cum shoot out into Fluttershy’s waiting mouth, growing less powerful but no less pleasurable as she rode his body, catching every last rush of hot, thick seed. Her tongue moved over him, circling his very tip, tasting his seed directly from the source. She had moved back with his final thrust, unable to take more of him than she had already, but she was quite satisfied with the length she had.
After a few moments, Mac’s thrusting slowly began to lose intensity. Rather than quick, hard thrusts, his hips rolled with the pleasure - deep, slow circular motions. His cock strained at the peak of each thrust, and Fluttershy’s eyes widened slightly as she realized he was still cumming. It wasn’t the hot, fierce jets from before, but there was still plenty, and she had no choice but to work her lips and let some dribble down Mac’s shaft. Though he generally didn’t like it much, Fluttershy reached down and cradled his balls in her hand; his skin was on fire, and she could feel his true manhood throb – slowly, majestically – with each creamy jet he gave into her. Mac didn’t seem to notice; he was laid back, his hand almost limp in Fluttershy’s, with a look of heavenly contentment on his face.
When she was reasonably sure he was done, Fluttershy sat back on Mac’s ankles. The mouthful she’d gotten was sweet and hot on her tongue; it wasn’t often that she took Mac into her mouth, but it was still one of her favorite things to do in their bed. Though he was always kind and gentle, the simple fact of Mac’s size made him slightly uncomfortable for her to take normally; an enjoyable but very embarrassing talk with Rarity at the spa had taught her other means of pleasuring her love, and from the (slightly awkward) first time, she’d taken a liking to it that would have been embarrassing if it didn’t make her body feel hot every time she remembered his flavor. She swallowed Mac’s seed with a small sound of pleasure; she ducked back down to lick him clean, and his taste lingered on her lips as she climbed up and over her husband’s slowly softening cock to wrap her arms around his neck.
“That was my plan,” she said timidly, but not without pride, nestling her head into the crook of Mac’s neck. His hand came around to rest on her shoulder and he shifted slightly, rolling over so that Fluttershy’s back was against the couch. She was surrounded on all sides, and the palpable sense of security made her face heat as she snuggled further into Mac’s embrace. He kissed the top of her head, his breath tickling her slightly.
“Ah do like yer plans,” Mac said, only a bit hazily. He leaned down to kiss her mouth again, not balking at the hint of white still clinging to her lips, then laid his cheek against the top of her head. Fluttershy sighed happily, and the soft curtain of her hair on Mac’s chest was like a quiet waterfall. A period of time passed, measured by three of four of Fluttershy’s breaths, and something occurred to Mac.
“Hon,” he said, rubbing her shoulder softly. His other hand had found hers, and her little hand lay against his chest, covered by his massive palm. Fluttershy made a soft questioning sound, looking up at him, and he smiled down at her. “Yer still waitin’ fer a proper finish, ain’t you?”
Fluttershy colored red immediately and buried her face back into Mac’s chest, basically confirming his guess. “W-well, I mean,” Fluttershy began hesitantly, drawing one hand back to hold at her lip. “Um...no, I-I’m okay. You’re probably tired, and I’m okay with just, um…” Before she knew it, Mac’s hand was between her legs, and she couldn’t stop a small whimpering cry as he ran the pad of his thumb against the cotton over her clitoris. She opened her eyes to another predatory grin from Mac, and she ground her knees together as her body cried out for him. “Y-yes…”
“Ah thought so,” Mac said, giving her a lingering kiss. As his lips met hers, Fluttershy thrilled as his hand worked its way down between her sweat- and love-soaked skin and her panties. His first touch felt almost freezing cold against the heat of her, and she would have cried out had her lips been free. Her legs were close and tight, and she shifted her hips forward, putting her leg up around Mac’s lower back. His fingers rapidly grew slick, and then he was inside her. Fluttershy’s body jerked at the instant of penetration, and she closed her eyes as Mac slowly began to stroke her.
Mac closed his eyes as well, leaning into Fluttershy’s hair. He could feel her hot, short breaths on the crook of his neck; her cheek was pressed against his shoulder, the rest of her soft body molded to his. Her breasts were spilled against his chest, rising and falling with her quiet moans, and he was acutely aware of the soft swelling his arm was pressing against on its way to her womanhood. They had been closer than this, and his body was already ready and aching for it; but it wasn’t to be. Instead, he focused on the soft, wet sounds his hand made and Fluttershy’s slowly intensifying coos and gasps, breathing her breath made sweeter by pleasure. He could feel her body shift and roll against his, and his cock stood proud once again, rubbing against her belly. Her flower shook against Mac’s palm as he curled his fingers, caressing her secret treasure, and she sighed into his mouth, grinding her clit up against the heel of his hand.
When Fluttershy came again, it wasn’t loud or dramatic. Her walls squeezed tightly against his fingers as her hips strained forward; “Oh, Mac, kiss me…” she breathed, nuzzling deeper into him. As the initial wave subsided, she looked up and kissed him with all the heat and passion her initial reaction had hidden, and Mac felt her little hand wrap around his jewels. Again. He knew better than to protest, though, and kissed his wife down from her second orgasm. She separated from him with a small gasp, then immediately captured his lips again. Mac’s cock was pressed between his stomach and Fluttershy’s belly; her hand began to move, a light but sure touch on his shaft as he let out a groan, straining against the pressure. Mac flexed his fingers hard inside her, and she cried out again, her whole body trembling; seconds later, Mac came with a grunt, his white-hot seed spraying up between their bodies. Fluttershy collapsed against him, breathing hard; after a long moment, she helped him pull his fingers from her quivering entrance and extricate them from her rather stretched panties. His second and third fingers were slick to the third knuckle, and the rest of his hand would carry her scent for hours; he let his hand flop down onto his stomach as he rolled onto his back with a satisfied sigh.
“How’re y’feelin’?” he asked, after a few moments. Fluttershy still had her leg over him, and his arm under her was starting to go a bit numb; still, there wasn’t a single thing he’d have changed about that moment, not for the world. “That was a quiet one, that first one.”
“I-I did try to be quiet,” Fluttershy agreed, laying her head down on his left shoulder. “I’m sorry - I didn’t mean the second one to be so loud. I-it was a surprise.” She yawned quietly, and Mac chuckled.
“Ah like the loud ones more,” he said, stroking her cheek with his hand. His fingers left a faint but visible trail of moisture. “Lets me know Ah’m doin’ it right.” Fluttershy looked up at Mac and smiled radiantly, though she looked a little embarrassed by what exactly had made her so happy. She sat up slightly and looked Mac over; cum pooled on his chest and slowly dripped down his member. Leaning over, she slowly cleaned his chest; tired as she was, the sweet substance didn’t reignite her body, but warmed her like the comforting banked coals of a low hearth. She met him again, pink lips to pink tip, and coaxed his seed free. She swallowed in shorter spurts this time, drinking from him as he gave to her, her eyes closed in pleasure. Soon he began to soften inside her mouth, and she let him go as he passed her lips, flopping back down to lie quiescent between his muscular thighs. He ran his free hand down over her belly and breasts, gathering his own still-warm seed, and Fluttershy kissed his fingers clean.
After that, something changed. Fluttershy’s body lay soft and warm against his own, but Mac didn’t feel himself stir again; he stretched idly, simply enjoying the warm, loose feeling in his muscles. Fluttershy blinked slowly; she seemed to be having a hard time keeping her eyes open, but she, too, wore a smile.
“Ah love you,” Mac whispered into her ear. Fluttershy kissed him gently, then again, in reply. Mac grabbed the blanket and fished on the floor for the pillow, setting them up as best he could with one arm holding Fluttershy to him. Finally, they settled back down, the blanket trapping the lambent heat from their bodies and providing a bastion against the slightly chilly night air.
Fluttershy yawned again as she relaxed into Mac, her body molding to his. “Ah love you too,” she murmured sleepily, closing her eyes. Her head rested not on the pillow but on Mac’s chest, and her free hand idly stroked her belly.
Mac chuckled as quietly as he could, but the shaking of his chest woke Fluttershy just enough that she started to color as she realized her mistake. “Go t’sleep,” Mac whispered, leaning his head against hers, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. “Ah’ll be here when y’wake up. Ah promise.” Soon, her breathing slowed and deepened, and Mac, intertwining her tiny fingers with his own rough hand atop the curve of her motherhood, joined her.
Outside, the snow was falling; the chill winds of winter blew in swirls of white through the darkness, mounting to kiss the face of Luna’s moon in her palace among the clouds. But inside, the last embers of the fire burned with slow heat, driving back the cold, and two people held each other close as three hearts beat in unison to a rhythm of loyalty, love and warmth.
“What do you want?” Gilda snarled, throwing the door open. She’d spent a lot of time perfecting the glare she was wearing; it’d be no great shakes to a fellow aquila, but it scared the hell out of most anyone else, and anyone who woke her up by somehow managing to pound loudly on a door made out of clouds at four in the morning deserved at least that much. The little blonde at the door, though, seemed unfazed; she dug around rather haphazardly in the brown satchel at her waist, then produced a small, fairly nondescript card, which she held out with a flourish. Despite the apparent chaos in the postal bag, the card’s edges and corners were pristine by some means known only to her. “Gilda the aquila?” she chirped, managing to focus both of her golden eyes on Gilda’s face at the same time.
“I’m the only da- the only aquila in this town, Derpy,” Gilda groused, snatching the card with poor grace. Every time the slightly confused mailwoman came by, she asked; it was just a thing that happened. Gilda had accepted it a long time ago, but the annoyance was part of the routine too, and her expected answer made Derpy Doo smile, in a charming if slightly off-center way.
“You have a great day now, Gilda,” she said, tying the flap of her pack down again and fastening the muffin-shaped clasp. “I’ve got a lot to do today, though, so tell Fluttershy I won’t be able to come right away? Thanks!” She gave a wave and let herself fall backwards off the edge, her grey wings opening with a foomp of rushing air a second later. Gilda shook her head muzzily, already starting to fall back asleep, and went back inside.
“‘Cuz this totally couldn’t have waited another hour or six,” she mumbled, tossing the card onto the counter. It spun with its momentum, and Gilda paused in stripping off her hastily-donned bathrobe as some of the fwippy shapes on it penetrated the fog in her mind and started to mean letters. Halting the robe’s fall and tying the arms absently around her waist, she stepped closer to the counter and read the small, neat handwriting. Several expressions shot across her face at once, and she pounded a hand into the counter with surprising force.
“What, seriously?” she asked, shaking her head. “I tell her one damn thing and she doesn’t damn well listen.” A crooked smile pulled at her lips, though, and after a moment she let out a loud bark of laughter. “God, what a mouthful.” She stepped back into the bedroom, shrugging off the bathrobe, and stopped by her dresser. “Hey, get your lazy ass up, Dash,” she called over her shoulder, pulling clothes out without really looking at them. “You’re not gonna believe this...”
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My dear friends Gilda and Rainbow Dash,
We can’t wait to introduce you to the newest member of our family, Appleseed Gilda Apple.