A Love as Steady as Stone

A Love as Steady as Stone

Love and Marriage, Love and Marriage, Go together like a… Part 1

Limestone lay in bed, every inch of her was drenched in sweat, and behind her she felt Aaron. He was holding her, his arms softly engulfed her, and she loved that she felt so safe with him. She looked at her left hand and there on the ring finger was a beautiful ring. It was made from silver, and on the top of it was a cut piece of onyx. Marble had shaped the stone, and the ring had been made by Timothy Andrews, the local blacksmith. She was surprised that he was able to make jewelry, but apparently he had made both the engagement and wedding rings for his wife Berry Punch.

Somehow Aaron had gotten all of this done before she could find out, and then he proposed in front of her family. Her mother had smiled brightly, more than she had ever seen her smile before, and immediately she called Pinkie Pie and began planning for a wedding. Of course her sister sounded excited, and suggested that they could hold that wedding anywhere they wanted to. Limestone just wanted to hold it here in Foreman’s Field. The town was home, and it was growing. It felt right for them to hold their wedding here. She breathed out a contented sigh. She was going to be married. Would that make her Mrs Limestone Pie-Foreman? She actually smiled at the idea. She would be fine with that.

There had been something of a movement before they came here, back in Equestria, where a lot of mares were taking the names of their husbands. She didn’t know too many personally, but she assumed that there were more than a few. Once she had been worried about getting married. She had been worried because the family farm needed her. Her dad and mom needed her to carry on the traditions of their family, and work the rock farm. Fate had removed that obstacle from her path. Foreman’s Field was their new home, and like the rock farm there was plenty of work to do. Luckily she had willing help.

When they’d first arrived she worried that his generosity and kind nature would come at a cost. She had been prepared to tell him to take his demands and shove them, but demands never came. He never asked for a thing. He gave them shelter, he opened his home, and the only thing he seemed to care about was being a decent person to them. She found herself falling in love with him, and now she had him. In the old Earth Pony way they were married. He claimed her innocence, and she chose him. But weddings were a big deal, and she understood that her mother wanted a wedding for her.

Aaron had shown her a building that looked surprisingly like the Celestia temple back near where they lived. He explained that it was a church, and from what he could tell it seemed to be in decent shape. She had asked if it had been used for worship, ceremonies, and the like he had answered that it was. The venue was clear at that point. They’d already cleaned the old church, repaired the floors, repainted it, and now it looked suitable to hold a wedding in. She had absolutely no problem with being married inside of it. She hoped that if her sister was planning the reception, and it was likely that Pinkie Pie would be planning it, that she would keep in mind the size of the location.

Family was the only ones she really wanted to invite. Of course that included the Apples. It had taken quite a while to find the proof, but the Pies and Apples were related. It was several generations back, and they were separated enough by now that Marble could have ended up with Big Mac and everything would have been fine. But that wasn’t how it was supposed to end up. She knew that there was someone out there for her sister. If the universe brought her to a wonderful Stallion, then it was only a matter of time until it brought a wonderful stallion to her sister.

She wasn’t going to suggestion herding though. She loved Marble, dearly, but there was a line. She was happy being the only mare in her stallion’s marriage. Sure, herds were common enough, but it wasn’t something she was interested in. Her parents were monogamists, as far as she knew most of her family was going back several generations. She wasn’t about to go and change that. Besides, she felt that she was a bit too much of a romantic to want to bring another mare into their wedding bed. She’d helped a few mares with their heat before. Mascara was one of them. She wondered what happened to her friend. Mascara had lived with her grandmother, Talltail, who was one of the oldest mares around, and who happened to be the local alchemist.

She hoped that they were here somewhere, and that the two of them were safe. In truth she hoped that Mascara had found somepony to be with. She deserved to be happy, especially after all of the misfortune that usually fell on her. It always seemed that no matter what happened to her that there was almost always something bad that happened to that mare. Some of it was things that Mascara could have easily avoided, and others just seemed to be drawn to her. If she was around somewhere she truly hoped that she would be brought to their town. It was a nice place, and she felt that Mascara, and her grandmother, would fit in well here.

She started to get up when a hand moved down to her hip. She felt the gentle way it moved, the soft way it seemed to linger in some of her more ticklish spots, and then she felt the other arm, which was under her side, move slightly. The hand cupping a breast. She moaned, softly, and there was a gentle bite on her ear. She felt her rump grind against Aaron, and despite the fact that he had just made her feel like a mare she was ready for it again. She was ready for him to claim her again, and again, and for as often as they could.

At some point she had quite decided that she liked being made love to. She enjoyed having him take her, bend her over, and rut her like there was no tomorrow. More to the point she had begun to experiment with him. She loved oral. There was no denying that one anymore. When he would lay down, and she would wrap her thighs around his head while she sucked his cock was an incredibly sexy and fulfilling moment. She was okay with anal. It was still taking some time to get used to it, but she could say that once things were going it felt good.

But her absolute favorite was traditional pony style. Her on her hands and knees, him behind her, buried deep inside of her, thrusting into her while holding her tail, or sometimes he’d pull on her mane a little. Sweet Celestia she couldn’t explain it, but she liked when he pulled her on her mane. She loved the feeling of him setting a pace with her, and she would gladly follow it. Right now they were on their sides, he was slowly pushing into her, and she was letting out a soft moan.

“I love you,” he whispered.

She felt him push completely into her, fully seated inside, and she couldn’t help but marvel at the wonderful feeling of being full, of having him with her, and of him holding her all at the same time. She couldn’t help as she whinnied softly and then moaned as he pulled out only to push right back to where he was. It was slow, it was methodical, and it was going to last for a long time.

“I...I love you too,” she whispered back between moans, “Please…” she asked.

The rest of the question wasn’t needed. She felt him giving her what she wanted. She was receiving the very thing she needed, and soon the slow and methodical was bringing her to the point of a climax. She was nearing a climax, and she knew that he would ensure her passions, he would do what he could to make her feel good, and in doing so he may deny himself the release that she knew he needed. She felt what she was sure was going to the first of several orgasms, and her entire body shook with pleasure as he held her.

“Rut me,” she said.

“Limestone, I am.”

She shook her head, knowing what he meant, “No, I want you to rut me hard. I want you to use me,” she said, “I want you to rut me so hard that it’s difficult for me to stand or sit.”

She felt his arms move around her waist, and soon she was moved. The position changed, and she was on top of him. Her back to him still, but he was still buried inside of her. She leaned up, getting seated, and she felt the fullness of his cock as it seemed to bury deeper inside of her. She began to rise and fall on him, picking up the pace, moving from a slow trot to fast canter. She was determined to go into a full gallop at some point, and she wanted him to completely fill her womb.

“Limestone… I’m close,” he warned as she felt his hands on her cutie marks.

“Do it!” she shouted as she felt him pull hard on her. She felt him explode into her, and she felt his seed as it painted inside of her. She fell forward, feeling spent, and she felt him as he moved. A hand lingered on the dock of her tail for a moment, and she closed her eyes. She knew they needed to get up. There was much they needed to do today, but at the same time if he wanted her ass she would be fine with it.

“If you want to,” she said.

She felt him get up, she felt him press against her, and she prepared herself. She relaxed, waiting for him to split her open, and instead he kissed her neck.

“We’ve got a lot to today, but if you’re still willing tonight or tomorrow morning, I’ll take you up on it.”

She opened her yellow eyes and looked back at him, “You know that I’ll be willing,” she said.

Getting up she looked at her belly. She’d been in heat when they first started being together. She’d seen Pinkie’s foals, and she knew that they could produce foals. She’d become extra hungry, and she had been getting nauseous at times without much of a reason. The evidence was there. She was pregnant. The wedding would need to happen sometime soon. It wasn’t that it bothered her if their foal was born without them having a ceremony. After all, they were already married in her mind.

But she knew that her mother wanted them to have the ceremony. She didn’t want to try to squeeze into a wedding dress being several months along. That’s when she considered the dress. Her mother’s wedding dress was gone, wherever it had been, and that meant that they would need to make a new one. She wasn’t much of a seamstress, but her mother and marble were actually pretty good at it. Of course she knew that Pinkie Pie knew ponies that were professionals, but she didn’t want to have someone else make the dress. It was tradition for the bride to make her own dress with her family. She decided that Pinkie could help, but she wasn’t putting pink into it. Check that, she wasn’t putting pink, balloons, cake, frosting, sprinkles, glitter, or confetti into her wedding dress. It would be a nice white frock. That would be good enough.

The two of them got up, walked to the shower, and bathed each other. While they kissed, held each other, and gently groped one another there wasn’t another session of lovemaking. They finished their shower and Limestone saw the sun rising. The’d been awake for a couple of hours at this point, and certainly they’d acted like a newly wed couple while they were awake, but they were getting around a little later than normal.

The two of them got dressed, and walked downstairs to see a full breakfast waiting. Her mother looked knowingly at her, and gave her a gentle nod. Both of them took a seat, and Cloudy Quartz cleared her throat.

“Limestone, today thou shalt help in the preparation of thy wedding.”

She swallowed the bit of egg she had in her mouth, “Ummm, mama, I really need to help with getting things ready in the town.”

Her mother crossed her arms, “Thou hast put off planning, preparing, and arranging thy marriage long enough. Pinkamena hast said that she shalt be here by day’s end, and she wouldst like to view thy plans and desires for thy wedding.”

She sighed, “Mama, if Pinkie wants to plan it, then just let her plan it,” she looked at the eggs, “I’m good at scheduling things, and I’m great at hard work, but I’m not much good at the more girlie things.”

She felt a hand on her own hand, “You’re plenty girlie,” Aaron said.

“Thy stallion, is correct. Thou art a mare, and it is thy duty. Today thou shalt help in planning thy wedding.”

Igneous stood, “Aaron, thou shalt have mine help today,” he said.

Aaron nodded, “Okay, honestly all we really need to do is meet with our new sheriff, and ensure that he’s settled in,” Aaron said.

Igneous nodded, “After thou hast finished thy breakfast we shalt greet Sheriff Silverstar.”

Aaron nodded, knowing that it would be a day and a half, but he was fine with that. He looked at Limestone who seemed to be pretty understandably hesitant in doing much of the wedding planning. He knew that he should help, but they needed to make sure that Sheriff Silverstar was settled, and of course there was also checking on his deputies as well. Which it felt good to have an official law enforcement in the town. He finished his eggs, kissed Limestone, who returned his kiss happily, and then he walked with Igneous toward the front door and out into the town itself.

Limestone watched as Aaron left, and she looked at her mother. She knew that she needed to help do this. It was a mare’s responsibility after all, but she wasn’t lying when she said that she wasn’t that good at it. Pinkie was the one that had a talent for throwing parties, and doing events. It made sense for her to leave it to Pinkie, but she understood what her mother said. Even with Pinkie helping it was her responsibility to make sure that she had down what she wanted to happen.

“Now, shalt we discuss where thou wouldst like to hold the ceremony?”

Limestone looked at her mother, sighed, and nodded, “Sure, actually there’s a church in town. We’ve painted it, fixed it up, and it seems big enough. I think that we could hold the ceremony there, and maybe hold the reception here. We’ve got lots of room in here, and I’m sure that we can open up the main room for guests.”

Cloudy looked at their new home, “Verily, thou speaks the truth,” she said, “What of thy dress?”

Limestone rubbed her hooves together slightly, “I suppose that we need to make one. I’ve never really been very good at that sort of thing, but I thought that maybe you and Marble could help me with it?” she asked, “I mean that it is if you want to. If you don’t I’m sure that I could find a video for it online.”

Cloudy Quartz shook her head, “Thou hast art correct in that thy sister and I shalt help thou make thy dress.” She looked at her, “What of Pinkamena?”

Limestone looked at her, “I’m fine with Pinkie helping, but no pink, no balloons, no cake, no frosting, no sprinkles, and no glitter,” she said.

Cloudy nodded.