A Love as Steady as Stone

A Love as Steady as Stone

Chapter 8: Rolling along

Limestone had long since stopped trying to figure out how Pinkie Pie did the things she did. Not a bit of it made any sense, but she couldn’t argue with the results. It had taken her and Aaron a few days to get the old pickup into working order, but when they had she listened to how it started the first time. The old engine rumbled to life, sounding almost like a predator growling at something. Aaron finished filling the tank with the moonshine they had gotten from Applejack, and she watched as he pulled the old truck out on the tires and wheels they had found.

As it moved Aaron considered what this meant for everyone. Having the pickup would help with going and getting groceries, but it would be more than that. In truth the truck honestly meant having the ability to do more with the town. They could go after supplies, use it to help bring rebuilding supplies over to the houses that could use it, and there were countless other things they could do with it. The old truck itself was a guarantee that they could, in theory, have the town open well before what they had believed possible. Of course part of that rested on them being able to reuse quite a bit of the materials already here.

For the most part they had been lucky in that many of the houses were salvageable. From what he’d seen most of them needed some serious TLC, but none of them were total losses. The moment they got a few houses in order was the moment he could start selling the idea of a town to others. They wanted people with skills, trades, and who were willing to work for a living. One thing he considered was selling the idea to some of the people who lived in the Stacks. There were some practically in every part of the country. Finding people who lived in the stacks and would be willing to own a home, have a job, and be invested in a town wouldn’t be a problem.

Of course he did wonder how many of them would be willing to live, and work, with each other while being neighborly. Human nature was a hell of a thing, and part of that nature tended to be to make sure that no one got what you had. In order for this town to work they would need to insist that everyone that lived in it worked toward the betterment of it. That yes, they wanted them to better themselves as well, but that they would work toward the community at large as well. It would be a hard sell, and he understood that, but at the same time it made sense.

It would improving things for everyone, and looking at it like that he saw real potential in what they were building out here. And of course that made the truck itself seem more like a godsent. The door opened, and he watched as Limestone crawled in beside him. She scooted over until she was sitting next to him, and her legs were straddling the shifter that was in the floor. Driving a standard was a new experience for him.

To be completely honest driving anything was a new experience. He had figured out the gears, realized what the petals were, and soon he was driving it forward. The action was jerky at first, but he got better. He felt Limestone sitting near him, studying everything that he was doing, and soon the truck was moving down the street toward the last house that they had worked on. He stopped it, shut it off, and climbed out. She did the same and then she turned toward him.

“What did you think?”

Her answer was to kiss him. He returned the kiss, enjoying it, and then she separated from him, “It was interesting, but most of all it looks like what you said is something we can actually do,” she smiled, “Plus the seat was comfortable.”

There was no denying the way she was acting as she bent over the seat. He could understand what she was getting at as he looked at her. He moved forward, and she bit her lower lip as she felt his hands on her waist. He moved his hands forward, finding the button of her jeans, and then they unbuttoned. They were fairly comfortable, although she admitted that they seemed to be a little too warm most of the time. She felt them move down, along with her panties, and then she felt him lean against her. She could feel his stallionhood freed, pressing against her, and then she felt the tip of it as it entered her.

She let out a soft moan. This was exactly what she had hoped would happen. She had wanted this moment, even though it would mean making up the time somewhere else she didn’t care. She was a mare, in love, and letting her husband rut her brains out. She felt his hands on each side of her hips, covering her cutie marks, and then she felt him increasing the tempo. It wasn’t meant to be slow, sweet, and beautiful. She had wanted it hard, rough, and enjoyable. She felt his hips thrusting hard, the way he dove deep into her, and she grunted in time, her hips matching his own. She felt the way he touched her. It was a way that no other would ever do. She would forever be his. Like her mother and father, and like her sister, she was going to be with just one other.

She believed that most of her family didn’t realize how much of a romantic she actually was. Turning over all of the dominance of what they were doing to Aaron was part of that romantic nature. She wanted him to take control, to put her into the place she wanted to belong. She was his equal, but there were times she just wanted to give up all control. Times she wanted him to use her, to breed her, and to make her his docile little mare. She felt him slip from her well rutted, but still underused, pussy. She began to say something when she felt him pressing against her tail hole.

“Be careful,” she warned.

She felt pressure, bit her lip, and then she felt the first hint of him entering her there. She grunted, and he waited. Then slowly he pushed forward again, and again she grunted. This game continued until he was completely buried inside of her. She had never felt so full, so completely full, and he began to pull back. Just as he made her lose some of that feeling of being full he refilled her.

“Ngh,” she grunted.

“Relax,” he whispered.

She felt her shirt lift, and she had left herself braless for this reason. His hands wrapped around her breasts, and he lifted her up some. She felt him kissing her neck and she began to move with him. It was different, but it wasn’t hurting as bad. In truth there was some pleasure in what they were doing. She wanted this to go slow, to not push too hard too fast, but she felt him as he tensed. She felt herself clench down, and when she did she felt his seed erupt in her rectum.

Both of them breathed hard, and then he slipped out of her. Perhaps it was luck or it was destiny that they were at the police station. Regardless it seemed fitting. She pulled up her jeans, looked at him, and smiled.

“Let’s go inside, test the showers, and then we’ll get to work.”

He followed her into the building, toward the shower room they had found, and then he watched as she stripped. He was reminded of exactly how lucky of a man he was. Limestone was fit, well built, and beautiful as all get out. He joined her, stripping off as well, and the two of them moved toward two shower heads near each other. He tried the first one, and it rattled for a moment before finally spurting out some dirty looking water. A moment later it cleared, and then they began to shower earnestly.

As they showered there were kisses, gropes, and then once again she felt herself filled with him. He made her feel like the only mare in the world, and she loved it. Finally the shower ended, and the two of them dried off, forced to use some of the old towels, then they dressed. Once dressed they walked out of the building, and she looked at the house next to the station.

“So, you want to start here?”

He nodded, “Sounds good to me.”