Close Enough for a Macintosh

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-CLOSE ENOUGH FOR A MACINTOSH-

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It was the dead of night. Fluttershy laid out on the bed, her horn glowing bright while her pink hair fell messily down around her face, hooves digging into the bedsheets of a cheap single bed. Her wings behind her were folded. The stallion in front of her was an earth pony and tall, red, freckled, with a strong nose and a gorgeous body.

He isn’t Big Mac, she thought. He never would be. The real stallion she’d always wished she got closer to all those years ago was gone, now. This character, though? He looked like the spitting image as soon as she saw him. Lust overtook her, lust for what she never did, and she was here now.

Her wings stiffened. There was a dampness between her thighs, growing as she eyed the red stallion ravenously. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

The imitation Mac stirred shyly. “I.. not goin’ to lie, I didn’t expect this, princess.”

She had only just woken him up, taking from bunk in a room where everyone slept,  and said to him that they needed to talk in the guest room. It was a stealthy maneuver, but nothing Fluttershy couldn't handle. She’d been thinking about it for hours. Huh. I bet it’s all still sinking in. “I’m not as timid and shy as I was in the books, huh?”

Fake Mac thought on it briefly. “Foals books about you an’ the six, the mane six, are all the books we have round here. Call me impressionable, but I thought you'd be a bit less... forward, princess."

“Two hundred years spent alone does a lot to a mare's mind, Mac." Fluttershy couldn't honestly remember his name for the life of her. To her, he looked like Mac, he sounded like Mac, and that was good enough for what she wanted to do. He seems to like it, anyway. A bit of roleplay never hurt nopony.

“Not only that, t’ be honest,” he replied, standing still. “The... rest o’ th’ mares, were into mares, that’s what I heard. Most of ‘em round here are, too. I found one or two who liked me, but it ain’t common, princess. Not anymore.”

“Ain’t common?” Fluttershy repeated. “How can making foals be uncommon? This city is over ten times the size that Ponyville used to be.”

Mac looked uncertain. “What do you mean?” What do you mean what do you mean? How else are foals made?

She decided not to go further. “Nevermind the other mares. What you should be minding is that I like you, Mac. I really like you.”

He blushed, still standing quite far away. “That’s kinda you, princess. Most folks’d call me a freak, seein’ the size of my an’ all.”

He’s just standing there… perhaps I should start this off.

She perked up. This reminds me of the plan I had a few years ago, she thought. Fluttershy slinked off the bed like a cat. She stood nose to nose with him. He was watching her carefully, and hadn’t noticed his mouth was slightly agape. And they said Twilight was the crazy planner.

Grinning innocently all the while, she breathed on his face, causing the stallion to blink. She noticed the stallion’s breaths becoming much more pronounced.

She slid further past him, making sure to brush her fur across his body when passing. His fur was warm. She leant closer with her muzzle, and sniffed his fur as she walked. Mud, dung, and sweat. He’s a farmpony alright.

She finished passing him with her tail, her speckled-wet curling tail, and aimed a swish at his muzzle. She heard an “Oh” behind her.

Fluttershy knelt down by the stallion’s waist, making sure to press her glowing horn in his side. She could feel the muscle-laden body now, and a heart, pounding fast. She passed her hoof past her dishevelled pink mane to see, what lay underneath his stomach, and she liked what she saw. “You’re a happy stallion, aren’t you?”

She raised up to stand, and walked back to where she stood nose to nose so she could face him and frowned, as if she were ticked off. “What strange mares. I’m not sure why your size should upset anyone.” She went back to smiling kindly. “But I’m your princess now, and you’re my freak... Do you remember what I ordered you to do, Mac? It was very important.”

Imitation Mac frowned, and he seemed to be struggling with his words. “You, uh, told me to turn off your light, princess. On your horn.”

“Mm hmm.” She nodded, and swiftly planted her haunches on the floor, tossing her mane back. “Let’s start there first, shall we?” She smiled, knowing what to do from practice. The only thing I could do by myself. ”Press your hooves against my horn, run them up and down. Back of the hooves if you can please, the furry bit. Rough massages aren’t my thing.”

Fake Macintosh nodded, and sat down in front of her cross-legged. Noticing the reach of his forehooves, he shifted a bit closer, and when he did, he brought his hooves to her horn. He twisted the ends of his hooves so that they showed the furry side, and he looked a bit silly in doing so, his forelegs bent up like outstretched chicken wings.

She couldn’t help but smirk. “Please, Mac, you’ll get achey hooves.” She held her own forelegs out straight, feeling the warmth of his chest. ”Here. Do it like this.” She crossed her forelegs in an X, and made her hooves face outwards. “See?”

He looked down at her hooves, and back to her horn. Doing as she instructed, Fake Mac started moving both opposite sides to his hooves up, then down her horn, repeating the process. I’m like a teacher. A dirty teacher.

Her hooves fell limply to his haunches, then back to the ground to keep her upright once he started proper. As his fur rubbed her horn, she felt the thoughts of the world ebb away, until only the bedroom remained. There wasn’t much pleasure, rather the anticipation of pleasure: the feeling of the stallion in contact, working on her, feeling her through her second most magical area, made her gradually loosen to the rhythm of the rise and fall.

Her horn began to glow brighter as soon as he started, and by the time they had got to, it was positively shining. She closed her eyes. Her breathing fell in tune with his movement. Bristles of fur sometimes rubbed the wrong way, tickling her at first. Now that her mind was at bliss, no tickle could irritate her, nor anything, other than the growing sensation of moist warmth that arose ever stronger from between her thighs.

It was warm now, and yearning for attention. The more she thought about it, the more it told her to act, until she couldn’t take the anticipation a second longer. She opened her eyes briskly, meeting with his, that were barely open. Apparently the light from her horn was blinding him. “That’s enough, Mac.” she said, slurring, profoundly in bliss. “You’re a good colt. Put your hooves down.”

When he did, she picked up her own hooves, and pushed him, gently. He submitted, and soon found himself laying on the floor, Fluttershy looking down over him, greedily. She sat her hooves back where she was, looking out at his member. She sighed. I guess he couldn’t keep it up forever. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s your turn now.”

She bent down, moving around his piece, deciding her angle, and what she’d do with it. She was ecstatic that they’d made it this far, but what to do? I don’t want to waste him. Just perk it up. She did the same as he did to her, crossing her hooves.

“Oh,” Fake Mac grunted, as she touched him. As she started, she didn’t press his member hard like he’d done to her, still somewhat anxious. This was new to her, something she had wanted to do for so, so long… it was almost scary. Would she be the one to mess it up? He seemed to be enjoying it so far, but he could be feigning enjoyment for his princess.

The thought in her mind, she pressed harder, ground up, never reaching further than half up. The results surprised her; it took much less time to get him interested. His member was shiny on the top, and to her surprise, a bit wet. To think, it was flaccid when she started.

“You’re… you’re doin’ good, princess,” the stallion called.

“I can see,” she replied, beaming.

She was sure her work on it was done. She moved off, and crouched her hooves on his stomach, before bending her back legs up to move. She prowled across him, a red rocky landscape. There was so much of him, but only one bit that counted. By the time they were nose to nose again, her marehood could feel the touch of skin.

“Ready?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Having got herself entirely on the body of Mac, she leant up to angle herself, before spreading her thighs onto Mac.

“Oh!”

She felt it in her, stretching her. It was all new, all entirely new, and pleasure gradually passed through her. Now she was there, though, she had no idea what to do next. Her nerves were swimming, and her mind had gone blank.

“What should I do now?” she asked, sitting up on him. I feel so stupid.

“You’re not uncomfortable, are you?” he replied.

“Never better.”

“Do it like y’did with your hooves, princess.”

She nodded, “Okay.” She pulled herself up over his body. Mac’s hooves held onto her sides, keeping her stable. She felt his member leaving her, the bedroom’s cool air touching her nethers, before she lowered back onto his solid.

“Oh…”

Her eyes were rolling from the pleasure. She did the motion again, raising, lowering. She could feel herself build up, ready to release. So she raised herself once more, and descended onto Mac’s member, going as far as she could and stretching herself even further. She could feel the shaft pressing into her further than ever before.

“Oh!”

She moaned, her body going into a spasm. Pleasure flowed through her nethers to the rest of her body. Is this what I’ve been missing? Why did I ever try to miss this? She still felt delicate. Can I do it again?

She raised herself, and fell on him a few more times. He grunted in response, but nothing came from him. She was savouring every step, hoping for that climax again. She got into a rhythm, slow as it was, but even doing that was taking her time to build herself up again. Lifting her whole body up was exhausting, and she couldn’t take much more of it.

“I...how do I do that again?”

Imitation Mac heard, leaning his head up. “Would y’like t’change position, princess? I could be more of service, if y’wish. I shan’t do what you don’t tell me.”

“Yes. All my yes.”

He nodded in acknowledgment, and shifted, still holding her in his hooves. He lifted her up from the waist into the air, with even her legs partially raised. I’m the same size as him! How could he even be this strong? “Your princess demands that you let her down!”

Imitation Mac obliged. She held her breath as the stallion leant his upper body up, and placed her back on her haunches, on the floor next to the bed. “H-how did you do that?”

The stallion rolled over, getting back onto all fours. “What did this real Mac do fer a livin’?”

“He was a farmer, like you.”

Once he was up, he looked at her, smirking. “How did I do that? Perhaps I just ain’t too good at roleplayin’, princess.” He walked up to her. “This Mac seems a bit too weak paired with a feller like me.”

She was about to object to the real Mac being anything but strong, but the stallion gripped her with his forehooves again, this time heaving her up. “Wooah!”

She was hoisted over the bed and onto the mattress, bouncing as she landed. The butterflies in her stomach landed, her wings and body spread across the bedsheets, and she looked back up at her stallion. He must have done this before. Those one or two mares that liked him. “Are you coming up here with me?”

He shook his head. “No, princess. Jus’ lean back.”

“Um, okay.” She was rather apprehensive at the latter, but did as he said, bending her forelegs behind her body. What happened? I thought I was the mare in control here.

She examined the stallion intently. He placed his hooves on the bedframe, before rising up to place them on her shoulders. He was standing up, and her messy pink hair drooped down as she looked at his member. It looks bigger from here.

Fluttershy got the jist. When she looked back up, the stallion was at eye-level. His eyes reflected her horn’s glow, and he looked hesitant. “Are y’sure about this? You’ll tell me if I hurt you.”

She wasn’t sure if he was personally worried about her, or the repercussions if something went wrong. It didn’t matter either way.

She opened her legs. “I’m very sure. Indulge me, Mac.”

He entered for the first time, his member parting her lips. It was his muscles doing the work. Her tail twitched. A jolt of excitement ran through her, and the fire in her marehood renewed. She was only left wanting, now, and he didn’t disappoint.

The next time he thrust into her, and again. She felt the head fit into her tight, and then slide back out again. She moaned at the touch. It was all she needed, all she wanted, the bright red, bulging stallion cock sinking in once more. Mountains of pleasure filled through her, and she felt herself building to her climax once more.

He was thrusting steady, but it was a pace she could hardly follow. She clenched her teeth as her climax hit again, senses filling with delight. She began to cling onto the bedsheets, her head falling to the mattress, as the stallion overcame her.

He started to speed up, thrusting faster, and she could feel the warmth emanate from him. He was grunting too, in harmony with her moans. The stallion was building to his own climax, she realised, while her own were hitting hard and fast. Her whole body twitched every time it happened, and every time felt better than the last.

His grip felt harder on her shoulders, and he was plunging through her passage, every hit deeper than before. His grunts got louder. Is this it? Is this what it’s like to be in pure bliss? She couldn’t tell anything, the world was a blur of colours and happy things. She could only feel the final wave of pleasure through herself, the longest, and see the member come flying out and over her marehood, spilling his hot, sticky seed onto her belly fur.

Her heart and marehood were pounding. She could hardly speak. “Why, why did you...you.. pulled out..?”

The stallion looked flushed with colour over his face. “I, uh,” he said, swallowing before he took another deep breath, “I didn’t think y’wanted t’raise a foal on your first few months into th’ new world, princess.”

She reflected on his words, to the extent that she could. Oh, that would have been bad. “...Fair enough.” The room was getting darker. “I think you’ve done it, Mac. You finished your quest for your princess. She’s very, very pleased.”

The stallion took another deep breath, and grinned dumbly at his work. “I s’pose she is, isn’t she… Y’don’t think I can stay sleepin’ here, do you? I’ll clean you off, if you need help.”

It took all her strength for Fluttershy to lean her head up. “But Mac… this is a single bed! I can’t let you sleep on the floor. Why, why not go back to your bunk?”

The stallion winced. “With respect, princess, I don’t doubt you might’ve woke half the house up! Might be they’ll have a slight, but I’m sure as silver they’ll be hesitant to let me back in after this.”