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                      How It Happened                      
                    -by Artie Smartie-                     
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                      How It Happened                      
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How It Happened
Here's how I believe it happened:
An invitation from Appeloosa. Our family members there wanted us to drop off some supplies, maybe visit a little bit, catch up on things happening on the farm. My family, big as it is, was very close knit, so my we were glad to oblige and come over the next day.
I was supposed to go with them. I felt excited to see my family in Appeloosa, especially my cousin Braeburn. I hadn't seen him in a long while, and well, it would've been nice to catch up a little. Sure, his enthusiasm could've been a little over the top, but he was a good guy.
However, I never got the chance to talk with him.
My granny, Granny Smith, who raised me since I was little, was resting for the trip with her usual after-breakfast nap. My sister, Applejack, the middle child of the family and the most hard-working, was picking up her slack by packing up the supplies we needed for Appeloosa. I would've packed it initially, but she felt I would pack too much, like I apparently do, which left me with pre-travel clean up of the house, which I hated.
My other sister, Apple Bloom, the youngest and most vibrant, was in her room, packing up her own bags, only with a lot more energy than Applejack was, given her excitement with visiting family members. She was always highly-joyful, that gal was, especially with meeting distant family members. In fact, this one time, she went mad with what to wear this one time, when her cousin, Babs Seed, whom she never met before, came to town. That's a story for another day, though.
Anyway, before me and my family left for Appeloosa that morning before, our doorbell had rung. What was on the other side caught me completely off guard when I opened the door.
There, on the other side of the door, stood Marble Pie, whom I believe was my cousin...I think. That wasn't what I was thinking about though when I opened the door and saw her. The only thing I could think of was her sheer beauty.
She stood there, waving at me, half her face covered by her luscious blackish grey hair. A loose grey knitted sweater hung over her nicely-shaped abdomen, covering all but one of her shoulders. Her white shorts hung over halfway to her knees, showing off her curvy light-grey legs. Big, brown boots covered much of her feet and ankles, which I was sure were also nicely sized.
She looked into my eyes and I looked into hers. It was happening all over again, like when I first met her and her family. She began to blush and smiled, and I did the same, although with a more goofy look than hers.
"u-uhhh...."I began to stutter up something. Not easy when you're not talkative to begin with. "E-e-eeyup."
Eeyup?! That's the best you can do?! I thought to myself, mentally kicking myself. That was the same thing I had done when I had first talked to her.
Marble didn't complain. All she did was reply, "Mmmhmm."
Same as last time. I began to calm down. Or, at least, not be angry with myself. I didn't think calm was a great choice of words. I had begun to blush redder than an apple. Marble did the same.
Her smile began to grow bigger as she looked away and began to rock side to side. God, she was prettier than the sweet of an apple.
Thinking of apples, which were, of course, round, my eyes had begun to drift towards her chest. Nicely-sized, like the rest of her. Hidden behind her thick sweater. I felt sweat forming on my head.
Before things had gotten, um, out of control, if you will, Granny Smith came to the door.
"Well, well!" She spouted with a grin. "If it isn't the lil' young'un Marble Pie! Haven't seen you inna good while! Doing fine?" She brought Marble into the entryway, patting her shoulder, Marble replying with a "Mmhm."
"Well, that's good, lil' missy. What can I do fer ya?"
Marble reached into the pocket of her shorts, her very short shorts, and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
Granny took the paper from Marble, unfolded it, and began to read:
To our distant family members,
Wanted to meet with you more, but sadly could not, the whole of us, due to our business of rock farming making it triflesome to travel regularly. So, to compromise, we have only sent one, our dear Marble Pie, to see you all once more and coerce with you. She could use the time to increase her social abilities.
Warm regards,
The Pie Family
"Well, now.." Granny had paused for a moment, "This is a bit of a predicament."
My family and I began to talk about the situation. Or, at least, they talked and I stood there. There wasn't enough room for Marble Pie to come with us, what with the supplies taking up much of the wagon, leaving enough room for just us Apples.
Apple Bloom suggested her escorting Marble Pie back to the rock farm, as a way of a "compromise." I pretty sure she just wanted to hang out with Maud Pie, Marble's sis, again, but Applejack turned her idea down anyway.
Applejack suggested taking out some of the supplies, but Granny Smith disagreed, saying Appeloosa really needed those supplies.
Granny Smith then suggested we just make room with the space we have, but Apple Bloom didn't want our distant family member to feel uncomfortable on her first time here. I silently agreed.
So we sat in silence, wondering on what to do. But time was running out, and we needed to get going.
As my family pondered, I looked into the living room where Marble stood. She saw me, and waved and smiled once again. I waved back. God, was she beautiful.
Then, as if without warning, I don't know how it came into my head, but suddenly-
"She can stay with me!"
Everyone jumped at my statement, staring at me with wide eyes from surprise, either because I shouted or because I actually spoke.
"Whaddya mean, Big mac?" Applejack asked.
"um, w-well..." I stammered out, "i m-meant, well, she can stay here, um, with me, aaand, well, you guys go to Appeloosa."
Granny Smith smiled and yeehawed. "Weeehhll, that's a great idea! And, it will give me room fer mah knittin' sticks and yarn!" She yeehawed once more. With that, we went back into the living room to tell Marble Pie.
So that's how I'm here, alone with Marble, the most prettiest thing in the world, while my family was away in Appeloosa, probably playing barrel run with Braeburn.
But that's not the story I'm trying to tell. That story is happening now.
Like I said, it was eight o'clock. Nighttime. I could already hear the bats outside, trying to get to our apple trees and (hopefully) failing thanks to our new crop protector fences. They were from some dudes named Flim and Flam, and with names like those, i'm not sure I trust the usefulness of their products.
I was also listening to my show on the TV, sitting on the hard, dusty brown couch in our family room. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic was currently on. It's for little girls, usually, but I found myself watching it sometime ago and started to like it. Of course, my family don't need to know that, being kind of a weird hobby. I'm sure to tell them eventually, but right now, since no one's home, I'm going to be in brony heaven.
Marble was currently upstairs, doing God-knows-what with her pretty little self. Apple Bloom got pretty excited when Marble needed a place to sleep for the night, and offered up her room as a sacrifice. Marble was happy to oblige with an "mmhm." I was kinda disappointed she didn't want my room, but I didn't want to show it in front of her, so I just smiled as Apple Bloom showed Marble her room.
The moral for today's episode had just been given. The letter was written. Spike, the dragon, was just about to send the letter. Out of nowehere, Celestia comes crashing down and takes the letter, to Spike's surprise and confusion, leaving me smiling in amusement.
Then, the credits began to roll. I closed my eyes, and began to mumble the words to the tune of the theme song.
My little pony, I used to wonder what friendship could be,
My little pony, until you all shared its magic with me,
Creak.
I opened my eyes back up. My eyes searched around the TV and the couch. Did I sit on a weak part of the couch?
I then noticed more creaking, as if someone was walking.
Maybe stepping on stairs.
My eyes widened in realization, I turned around towards the stairs.
There she was. Marble Pie. She was standing at the very bottom of the stairs, getting a big view of the family room, including myself and the TV.
She smiled and waved once more. I, still entranced, did the same. I felt my face redden again.
Her eyes then went off me and instead looked behind me in surprise. Then, after a moment, she began to giggle, covering her mouth as she did.
It was the most adorable thing I had ever heard. And I heard Apple Bloom coo and gurgle on the day she was born. Seeing Marble standing there, giggling to herself like that, made me chuckle a little bit myself.
Then, of course, I looked behind myself, and realized she was staring at the TV! And, to my sudden horror, the next episode of My Little Pony had just started up again.
With lightning reflexes, I raced to the remote on the other side of the couch, but slipped and knocked myself onto the hard wooden floor. I then realized the hard way that our floor was very old, and very splintery.
I jumped to my feet, stomping my foot and grabbing the splinter on my chin, trying to pull it out. Then, after a few seconds of tugging, I let out a single tear as the splinter popped out.
I took a moment to catch my breath. Breath in. Breath out. I rubbed my chin, trying to find any prickmarks. Fortunately, none.
Then, as I began to calm down, my ears picked up again, and heard giggling.
I looked towards Marble, only to find she was leaning against the stairs, she was giggling so hard. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes out of so much amusement. Bits of her gorgeous smile, not covered by her hand, began to show. Her revealed shoulder poked out more as she raised that arm to try and stifle her laughing to some degree.
The whole debacle, Marble just standing there, with me, being...well, happy, just made my heart soar. Soon, my own laughter began to well up, and in moments, I was laughing with her, us reveling in our own merriment like a couple of little children playing.
A minute later, the laughter then died down, which just led to us staring at each other. Marble stood silent as a lamb, and I did the same. Her smile began to turn to a frown. She looked down, twirling her hair as she stood there, her revealed shoulder drawing back in.
I simply stood there, frozen in both awe at this little angel of a woman, and in fear of what to do next. I couldn't keep staring at her, lest I'd wanna be considered creepy. Course, couldn't keep standin' there frozen, either.
My ears went back to the television. My Little Pony was still playing, to my inner embarrassment. Quick as a whip, I sat back down, picking up the remote as I did. I raised the remote, ready to change the channel, and quell my humiliation.
"I like this show."
My eyes widened in surprise, and I turned around. Marble was staring at the TV again, still twirling her hair.
"I like this show," she repeated, jolting me to the core once more. "It's my favorite."
She then began walking up to the couch, and slowly but surely, sat farthest from me on the couch.
I could only stare at her. "Y-you do?"
Marble nodded. "Mmhm. I watch it all the time."
"Oh," I said, surprisingly surprised. I mean, Marble was a girl, but I didn't she was much of a TV watcher. When I last saw her, she was either reading a book or looking at rocks.
"Weeelllll," I began to continue, "it's mah favorite, too."
"It is?" She looked at me. Her face lit up as she said that. That pure radiance of happiness, like she was minutes ago, laughing at my misfortune. It gave me chills.
"Eeyup," I continued, more confidentally. "it's good quality."
"Yeah," Marble replied, "I guess it is."
She turned back to the TV, watching the pastel ponies in their current adventure, talking of friendship and magic and whatnot. I watched, too, but my focus was still on her, aching for that happy Marble once more.
It continued like this for a good while. Eventually, the show was done for the night.
I had begun to yawn. I hadn't realized how much time had gone by until I looked at my watch. 11:25. Wow.
I turned to Marble. She was still staring at the TV. She began to yawn as well. Her eyes were kind of droopy, and her head looked like it was about to drop from exhaustion.
I looked at her only for a few long seconds. Then, though I didn't want to, I broke the silence. "Guess we better go to bed, then."
Her head swiveled to me, her eyes now wide open. Then, with a yawn, she nodded. "Mmhm."
We both got up, and began to walk towards the stairs. She and I walked side by side the whole way up.
We separated at our rooms, which were right next to each other.
I looked at Marble and she looked at me. We only stood there for another moment. Though I had wanted more than a moment.
"Um, well.." I muttered, "Good night."
"Good night," she replied back.
I shut my door, hearing Marble do the same with hers. I, got into my nighttime sweats, sulked towards my bed, and slowly laid down on it.
I felt like falling asleep, but for some reason, just couldn't. I counted sheep, I tossed and turned under my blanket, and I even tried holding my eyes down with my hands. No dice.
I silently groaned. I just couldn't do it, knowing an angel was in the room right next to me.
An angel with luscious, black hair that flowed like an ocean. Shaped legs, thin and smooth, like a baby's bottom. Her bottom looking nice and rump. The perfect size. I began to feel my hand etching towards my pants-
Knock Knock
I nearly jumped out of bed, swishing my hand away from my junk faster than the Flash.
"H-hello?" I heard through the door. "Are you asleep?"
"Um, no," I replied. The reasons why, I didn't need or want to say.
"Can...can I come in?" she asked.
I gaped in awe. She wanted to be in here, with me?!? "Uh..sure."
The door slowly opened. Marble popped her head in, her eyes fixated on mine. I noticed she was wearing a grey T-shirt and sweatpants. I slowly got my feet onto the floor, not losing contact.
"Sorry if I disturbed you," she said, walking towards my bed. "I couldn't sleep." Her timidity vibrated with each syllable she spoke.
She walked in and plopped herself onto the bed next to me. I didn't make a move as she sat there, looking at her intertwined fingers, her legs swinging in tandem.
My mind went blank once more. I'd never really done something like this before, helping someone who can't sleep. Not even Apple Bloom! The only thing I could do was just sit there, swaying my legs with her in awkward silence.
"I have a pet rock."
I turned to her, the awkwardness broken. "What?"
"Usually, when i can't sleep, I get out my pet rock," Marble continued. "I would talk to him, play with him, maybe tell a story to him...until I found myself shutting my eyes and going to sleep." She pointed out to the window. "He's still at home right now. I had forgotten to take him with me."
"Oh," I replied, slightly weirded out inside, "um, ok." A memory then came into my mind. "I usually just told Granny I couldn't sleep, and she would read me a story or something." I slided over a little closer. "You never do that with your parents?"
Marble shook her head. "My parents sleep like rocks." Then, to my shock, she began to snicker. "Big, snoring rocks."
I began to chuckle myself. "You should see Granny Smith sleep, sometime. She snores like a banshee!" I found myself snickering more and more. Marble did the same.
"Are your siblings out of hand, too?" she said, still sniggering. "Pinkie Pie is great, but she can be a little hyper. Plus, Limestone, my other sister, can be a bit too cranky, sometimes."
"Well, Applejack ain't no better," I retorted back, "Heh. Once, she tried to harvest the whole field of crops when i got injured once. Ha ha! By the time she was done, she could barely stand!" I began to laugh even more now.
Marble joined along with me. Her giggles were now hearty laughs, but not like mine. They were cute and perky. Bubbly. It made me want to laugh with her the whole night long.
Then, in my excitement, I found my hand on her knee.
Marble stopped laughing, and looked at my hand resting on her, then looked at me. I looked myself, and double-took mentally. I looked back at her, biting my sweating lower lip.
Then, slowly, Marble put her hand on mine. She smiled at me, resting her other hand on my cheek. I could only shake in revelation at her smooth touch.
Unhurriedly, Marble got closer and closer to my face. I, on instinct and in inner excitement, did the same.
Closer and closer. I saw her lips begin to pucker. Mine followed suit.
Closer. We were only inches away from each other. She turned her head, and I did as well, closing my eyes.
Closer. I could feel her breath on my lips.
Then, as if by magic, I felt like something stopped. I stopped with it. I opened my eyes, only to see Marble going back. She furrowed her brow, looking away, biting her lip as she did so.
"I-i can't," she muttered out, "I just can't." Tears began to form in her eyes.
"Why not?" i asked, my inner hormones raging, but my voice calm. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, of course not," she said, water starting to come down onto her shorts. "You're perfect. You're sweet. You're a good listener. You're.."-she looked me up and down-"well, good-looking." She then inhaled a long breath, then sighed. "But....we're family. It...just isn't right."
"Well, I.."I said. Then, I stopped to think about it. "Well....I'm okay with it." I then took her hand. "Plus, we might not be family. Auntie Goldie said so herself." I smiled at myself, my inner hormones clapping at my justification.
"Well, that doesn't help!" She shouted, making me jump three feet back. "What if we are?! What if..well, our families don't like this?! They could kick us out! They could disown us! They could...maybe start arguing to each other, and I don't want that!" Her tears really began to flow. "Do you really WANT that?!?" She glared at me, her eyebrows furrowed in deep anger this time, her face wet with sadness and stress.
I could only sit there silent, contemplating what she said as she continued to cry.
"It's all my fault..."she then whispered. "It's my fault, be-because....I....I love you."
My pupils dilated. "What?" I said.
"Despite...all of this that could happen...I still love you...more than family." Marble looked back up. "Every time I see you, I just..get butterflies. Then, well, I imagine us, together, a couple, living our lives with each other, loving every moment as much as we did each other." She sighed. "I try to look at the consequences, try to not love you, but every time....it doesn't work. My heart keeps fluttering at the sight of you." She stared into my eyes, showing me the sadness within. "Even now, I feel like shaking, cause my heart keeps going so fast."
I only gaped a little. Wow.
Then, in one second, I truly thought up what to say.
"You're right."
I put my had on her lap once more. She only stared at it, then at me, her tears having stopped.
"I wouldn't want any of that, either." I straightened up, then looked her in the eyes. "But...I'm family. And, like I said, I'm okay with it. So...maybe....everyone else would be too." I then took a deep breath, ready to say the one thing I'd never thought i'd say. "Plus....it might help to say..." I gulped. "I love you too."
Marble only gasped quietly, putting her hands to her mouth.
"You mean...like how i...you?" she said, her eyes agape.
I nodded. "Ever since i laid an eye on you." I sighed. "And I thought the same way, too. My family might not like it. Things could get bad. I could be shunned." I held her hand tighter. "But like my dad used to say....'Love triumphs over all. And....love-true love-is worth the risk.
With that, i wiped away the final tear on her cheek. "For you, I'm definitely willing to take that risk."
Right then, i felt something in myself once more, but not for the same reason.  My hormones weren't cheering me on for a crush this time. This time, they were cheering me on for love.
Marble simply stared for many moments. Then, to my joy, she began to smile, and crossed her fingers with mine.
"I guess, then...that I'm willing, too."
Then, to my amazement, she brought her face to mine.
I let her kiss me as I sat there, surprised, but then, closed my eyes, and kissed her back, my true love emanating through every second.
The kiss continued, my hands wrapping around her back, her hands tightly on my cheeks. The taste of her lips were sweet, like cotton candy, or gumballs. Her eyes closed up tightly, caught up in the embrace of the moment. I did the same.
Then, to my revelation, I began to feel slobber against the skin of my mouth. I opened my eyes a little. Marble's eyes were still closed, but her mouth was slowly peeking open, her tongue trying to penetrate my lips with several jabs. Unwavering the passion, I closed my eyes slowly and let her in. And my god, I don't regret it. Her tongue rodeo'ed with mine in such a way, I literally shivered from head to toe at the feel of it.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, she separated from my face, leaving me puckering in the air in front of her, my tongue flapping partly out like a puppy's tail.
She opened her eyes back up. However, what I didn't expect when I opened mine was a different Marble entirely. Because, whereas the Marble before seemed really shy and frail, like an old hound, the one now sitting in front of me, having passionately kissed me in a fit of hormonal rage.....Well, she wasn't. This one, brave and serious, looked at me with a cocked eyebrow, her eyes lidded, smiling a smile that would make the most devious villain shake in fear.
And she looked like she was about to have her wicked way with me.
My statement came true the next moment, when Marble, the new and improved, with the quickness like a cat, put her hands around her hips and lifted her sweater off, showing her black bra for all to see. I simply gaped, staring at them, until she pulled me back in for more passionate smacking of our pieholes. I then noticed, shivering once more, continuously, as she began to strip off my top garments, as well.
Taking suit, I began to lift her up, stripping off her sweats as I did, revealing her small black panties and more of her luscious legs, to my delight.
She stopped, separating from me, then, with tender, smooth fingers, dragged off my pants to my ankles with one hand, glancing my legs up and down, like a fox looking over a plump chicken, hungry for it, while her other hand unclipped her bra at the same time. She slipped them off from the back, letting them fall to floor. The bulge in my boxers began to grow and grow.
I pushed her down to the bed, letting my boxers down to the floor with my garments, my privates letting loose, increasing their size even more. Then, with a sensual groan from Marble, I lifted up her legs, and grabbed her panties by the edge. Then, to my pleasure, I dragged them slowly up, letting out another quick moan from her as I released her satisfaction center from its silk prison.
I slowly get to eye level with her, my pleasure point aligning with hers. She looked into my eyes. In it, I could swear I saw her begging for me. I didn't make her wait.
With tender care, I inserted myself into her. She began to grunt, louder than usual, myself doing the same. Then, I steadily slithered myself almost out, then back in, beginning the cycle I've dreamed of doing. Her grunts began to increase in volume, while I slowly got faster with the humps. Her waist began to hump back, her hands grabbing my behind compactly, wanting me in her more and more.
Granting her wish, I went even faster. Her grunts became groans, humping me back as I joined along with her sounds, feeling the pressure begin to rise. I could feel her hole tightening around my stick, which made it harder to hold in the pressure.
After only a few moments, with the strength of an ox, she dragged me to the bottom, putting herself on top. She then resumed humping, jumping on top of me like I was a bull and she was the rodeo master. Her groans began to scream like banshees as her hair went wild from going up and down, her face colliding in another fit of delight, her hands crushing my arms. I could only go along with her chorus of pleasure, one hand on her back and the other on her smooth, shaped behind.
We were both at top speed. As my joy rose inside of me, I got myself back to the top, and began to hump her even more than ever. Her screams and shrieks only escalated even more.
"Big Mac," she managed to sputter out between groans and moans, "I-I-I (oh) think I-I'm (oooh) gonna....(ooh, ooh, OOH, OOH, OOOOOOOH)..........OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH GOOOOOODDDDDD! FUUUUUCK!!"
That was all she said before she moaned at the top of her lungs in pure ecstasy. Knowing I had done my mission, I quickly released my cork, and I groaned as well as I shot into her, still humping like her at several miles an hour.
Then, finally, like a calming storm, the sounds and the humping began to slow down, down, until nothing was left, and my eyes began to flutter from exhaustion, along with my entire body.
I dropped beside Marble, bringing her close to me, feeling her breath on me as she began to calm down.
After a minute, she looked up into my face, and I looked right at her. She smiled, still breathing heavily.
I could only chuckle, as she rose up to kiss my cheek, and my eyes steadily closed entirely, knowing they had just gained the love and seen the beauty of a true angel.
I wished they would stay open, to be awake with her more, to never sleep. Or at least figure out a way to justify to everyone why it was right to do this.
I waved through her hair, as I felt her heartbeat slow down in sleep next to my bare chest.
Then I thought, as I finally fell into sleep:
Well....things happen.