Macromantic Gestures

"Ah love you too, Maud Pie." Mac shook his head, chuckling faintly. He brought a thumb up to his forehead and wiped the sweat away from his brow, looking at his crazy, gorgeous wife. He sighed as he caressed her shoulder-length light purple hair, quietly considering her hard, titanically body.

She was a mere six inches shorter than he, built with the same vastly muscular frame on only slightly lighter proportions, with what most people would call dull, almost dead-looking green eyes. But her eyes were one of the first things he'd noticed about her. They were hardly dead; she just looked at the world different from most ponies. He’d seen the glimmers at the edges, and realized that she was seeing the structure of the world entire, and how everyone and everything fit into it. They seemed unfocused because she saw a forest and recognized trees, where most would see trees and recognize a forest. A mite trite, but deeper than most is my Maud, he thought fondly. Deep as the earth’s own core, and just as rocklike.

Maud leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. Then she clenched down hard with her overstuffed pussy, "kissing" his prick until his final gel plug ejaculation hit. Her belly was already as overstuffed as one of her giant V-cup tits, but still Maud was remarkably possessive of his seed. "I love you as much as I love rocks. Almost as much as I love Pinkie Pie." Her voice was like her eyes; most people missed the subtle nuances, and he thought them fools. To a stallion who had grown up knowing and loving the land, knowing earth and rocks almost as well as he did his beloved trees, who could feel the earth breathe-- he could hear the differences in her tonality, and to him such words were nearly as passionate as her own orgasmic squeals.

"Shucks, darlin'." He kissed her back lightly. "Ya know ya kin jes' ask iffin' ya wanna wrassle. Ya want me t'give ya sp--" Mac had made the mistake of trying to get up and let her at least unwind her big, buff legs from where he'd jammed them into her mountain-like melons; he'd already let her muscle-covered arms free. All he'd been trying to do was to let her get out of the awkward, straining pose he'd forced her into

She clamped her thick hands hard around as much of his biceps as she could manage-- which was more than most-- and he saw her lips curl lightly at the edges, nostrils dilating ever so slightly. Shit. She's snarling. "No, Macintosh. I am exactly where and how I want to be. Fill me." And out come the teeth on my forearm again, damn crazy mare!

"Eeyup." Discretion is definitely the better part of valor here. His own nostrils flared widely as he let her pull him back down atop her outstretched rockpillar thighs, sinking him into the softness of her vast breasts and overstuffed belly. Nose knows. That was what I was smelling earlier. She's gone into heat!

He set about working up some fancy Equestrian, mainly to see if he could reassure her that, yes, she would have all the sex she required while she was in heat. Unlike her prior colt and marefriends, whom Marble had told him Maud usually wore out after the first day or two of heat, back when he'd first started dating Marble on and off, Mac could give her all she wanted and more. And he wanted to tell her that, too, but paused before he could manage even a joking preamble.

Maud's eyes were closed, her perpetually purple-shaded lids squeezed tight. A faint tremor and-- Eeyup. A little tear in the corner of my honeycrisp's eye. If she would have let him for even a moment, he'd have apologized for going hard on her when he'd gotten her to the ground.

Don't want her summoning up Boulder at his biggest size. aimed right at my balls again, no ma'am.

"You were out very late, Macintosh." Oh. When he'd gone walking out on occasion with Marble, he'd thought her the least socially adjusted, most introverted Pie sister. He still cared deeply for the cutie, even after they'd eventually mutually decided that it just wasn't going to work out. Marble was never going to be in a marriage that didn't include Limestone, and the highest Mac had ever been on Limestone's list, "Decent lay, annoying accent." She'd warmed up, or her incandescent hate for most of the world had cooled for him, after he'd won Maud's approval.

But that was it, wasn't it? There wasn't a single Pie sister who wasn't in some way socially maladjusted, and, except for Pinkie, they were all introverts; they just showed it in different ways. Limestone hated outsiders who impinged on her space; Marble was… Marble, and Maud generally ignored the outside world, unless you dared to cross her family, or could interest her.

Mac still wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed the latter. Possibly it had something to do with their mutual feelings of being both very protective of and seemingly eclipsed by younger siblings, but Mac suspected it had more to do with the fact that he had realized Boulder wasn't just an ordinary rock before even Twilight had… and had been able to talk to her in earthspeech. There were full-fledged arch druids who couldn't say the same, but Mac was just Mac.

He reached down, hand pressed into her cleavage, then underbreast. Not to cop a feel, and she knew it too; her hand came up to just under his right pec, her eyes still closed. Maud ignored other ponies most of the time because she saw them almost completely with her earthsense. Ponies that weren't her family or couldn't speak the deep rhythms of the earth were little more than blips in the grand herd; to be cared for and protected, but not really all there. Apparently, no matter where the rest of her bloodkin were, Maud could feel them and their well-being, so she never felt apart from them, not really.

But our tanglin', blessed in person by Cadance herself or not, is still a growing thing, and she missed you, you damn wood-headed fool! You told her you'd be back not long after noon!

Stop berating yourself, my Macintosh. Oops. Right. Hand to liver, liver to hand; the earthspeech could flow through them easier this way than just tapping rhythms on the floor.

Sorry, my Maud. I was wrong; I wronged you. I wronged our us.

Yes. But our we is not served by such. All of us; both that are, four that will be, will need you, my-our Macintosh.

He blinked. She shook her head and smiled-- a real, full-lipped smile and, leaving her right hand to hold over his liver and the earth-strength of his body, she lightly pressed her left hand past the bulk of his torso. He obligingly moved aside, and she stroked a hand over her belly, almost as tenderly as the eleven-months-plus pregnant mother she looked to be.

The slight press of Maud's lower lip beneath her teeth, and the lustful stare she gave him did not seem at all out of place with that image. Shocked still, but hopeful, he asked, My Maud, do you mean-- a rush of images followed. Foal-child-life-family-union would be the closest that it would translate out of earthspeech, and miss the point beside.

Yes, my Macintosh. She began to rock her hips beneath Mac, squeezing down with her kegels, tugging hard at his oversized fuckpole. Two. Sisters-twins-Marble helped stabilize Pinkie. Ours will be strong and more stable than either. Her lips made the larger curls of her "family" smile. Our foals, that which increases the herd, increases our us, will be followed by further foals-children within two years, my-our Macintosh.

She bared her teeth and lashed them at his shoulders, leaving harsh little marks there even as she flooded his earthsense with adoring, submissive love. Take me, my Macintosh. Celebrate our us. Take me like you promised. His Maud was primal. Forget his traditionalist aunties; he had a real cave mare. Not a maretriarch of the plains, her, no, a giantess of hill and mountain, who damn well demanded her stallion be big, dominant, and fuck her silly, or she'd let him know in the most visceral ways possible.

He didn't have time to wax poetic-- As if-- about their future child. He wasn't stupid enough to doubt the mare whose earthsense boggled his little sister. He loved Maud, and she was already fat and happy on the cum that would replace itself with a strong new Apple, then a crazy new Pie, and so on, even as it forced her body to fatten her hips and fatten her tits all the further.

Chuckling, Mac pulled his hand away from her chest, and swatted her breast sternly. He nodded down to her stuffed belly. "Plugged," he told her bluntly, and she whinnied, slipping her own hands down to her boulder butt.

Her strong hands held her cheeks but didn't move. A slight breathiness tinged her even voice, the faint echoes of moaning. "I want a fight, Macintosh. But I want your thick seed to stay in my pussy. I don't want to be empty."

"Eenope," he told Maud, quirking a smile and pressed his hands down behind the heavy bulge of her calves, forcing her thunderous thighs back against the squishy mountains of her breasts and belly. "If ya want to keep that cum in, crazy mare, you'd best behave while Ah beat in your behind."

"Ooh. Threats." The edges of her lips curled a teensy bit in the mad fury of her lust, and she slowly pulled her blunt tongue from one corner of her mouth to the others. She wriggled her hips, forcing her cum-thirsty cunt to wink around Mac's shaft, pulling hard and demanding further splurts, even just of slick pre, as he pulled himself out; a final, wet pop sounded as he pulled his seed-coated shaft out, splattering them both with sticky remnants. His plug held, as it always had, but she gave a distinct growl at him as he lazy laid the long, girthy pole atop the huge balloon of her belly.

He shook his head, and slapped the back of her left thigh hard. A thundercrack sounded through the otherwise empty Acres. Benefits of not having prying sisters around-- fucking outdoors. He gave her the sternest look he could, feeling her amusement at it through their bond. "None a'yer sass," he warned her, and gave the same echoing slap to her right, on the inner thigh this time. "Ah'll plug that tight tunnel a'yers when Ah'm good and ready!"

All he got out of her was, "Harder, stallion." Another spank, another groan. Her face flushed as red as the handprints he left, as red as his hide. Her tongue lolled out of the side of her short, angular muzzle, only slurping in when she saw fit to growl at him if he didn't beat her thickly muscled thighs fast enough, or, when he got his rhythm going, the muscular bottoms of her heavy-gluted tush.

The one place Mac didn't spank-- at first-- was the little bare patch, permanently shorn to show off the tattoo she'd insisted on getting after they'd become formally engaged; he wasn't at all surprised that Limestone's hobby was hide ink. He had been surprised she'd been willing to tattoo his cutie mark into her flesh with enchanted needles that guaranteed it would never become stretched or faded before the marriage.

He still wasn't exactly sure why the two sisters had both laughed-- Maud had nearly sounded like Pinkie-- when he'd asked if he should be getting the same of her rock as she had of his apple. He was, however sure of why he took care with any rough play involving that tattoo. After fending off a few of her attempts to kick out or around from his pressing hold-- not that he could have held back both of her legs with one arm, but a good smack or two the way she was looking for, and a reminder that too much fighting would dislodge the cum gel plug-- and getting a number of her favorite love bites on his forearms, he reached up and dragged the blunt nail of his middle finger in a curve following the shape of his apple.

Immediately, she started squealing in low-pitched pleasure and he could see her greedy cunt winking hard around his plug, closing and opening over it in rapid climax.

I love you, crazy mare. And no, we're not done yet. Not even close.

Mac grinned broadly, stroking the sweat away from his forehead away with a thumb. "Now, if Ah recall, Ah did say something about having t'carry ya home… an we gotta make more room." She flashed him the brilliant smile of having her lips curl up a visible arc to either corner of her lips, and was tilting her head to the side when he knocked the wind for questions out of her, but the perhaps less violent method of rolling her back further, so her shoulders supported more of the balance of her weight, toes beside her ears, and slammed his flat hips forward.

As his oversized dick rammed hard into Maud's tight little star, plowing aside her tough glutes and slicking her with her own juices, mixed with his cum and pre, she started to scream, not in pain, but in delighted pleasure. Aw, yeah. Maud was… not a noisy lover, not at first. Makes it all the better when I do get her rocks rollin'.

She was still screaming and squealing in orgasmic delight at her beloved husband forcing her anus wide to accommodate his four foot long cock, her body intensely sensitive to sensation, Maud's smile became a real, beatific smile you might see on any other mare in the throws of passion, getting what she wanted. Which was enough warning for him to get his forearms up in time, blunting the force when she snapped her gigantic legs back to kick her heels down hard on the hefty shelf of his shoulders, only resulting in a mild oof. "Fight me, Macintosh. Beat me."

Precum gushed from his fat tip at that lovely invitation, his pulsing prick not even in past his medial ring yet. If the lady's askin… "Eeyup." Mac snorted and wrapped his heavy arms around her beefy legs, pinning them back against the breadth of his muscle-padded chest, swinging his hips hard back and forth. She snarled, a brief, almost inaudible cough, reaching up to try to slap at his hawser-like arms. Failing at this, she slammed her fists hard into the stone beneath her to try and kick up at him, drawing on the power of the earth.

It didn't quite work. The orchard was his more than it was hers, and even though he tried-- when she wasn't like this-- to get the trees to love her too, it always seemed like the trees, and possibly Maud as well, refused to permit her to override his will upon the land. Against anyone else, including a particularly stupid cousin, it fed her as much as it did Apple Bloom, maybe even more. When you added that to the fact that she was trying to wiggle further on to his enormous dick, she just wasn't able to do much other than slam an impact wave beneath them-- one that he seized with the trees' help.

Her slight smile of utter delight widened, her blunt little tongue flicking out from the front, from the sides, everywhere. "Yes. Yes. Yes," the chanting began anew, even as she still tried to struggle her legs free. Snorting, Mac dug his toes into the rich soil and tapped the good, green power of his home to grant him still more strength. With fierce thrust and a meaty pop, his pre-spewing prick forced its medial ring into her clenching anus.

He had no idea still why this sort of forceful anal violation-- which he'd been told in no uncertain terms was not sexy to most mares, or, this rough and this wide, most stallions-- made his wife squeal and cream like he'd been running his thumb over her clit, but it did! As she redoubled clenching down onto his pre-spasming cock, grabbing it as though she was trying to physically drag him forward in-- Knowing my Maud, she probably is-- her femmecum covering the top of his shaft and adding her sexuality to the earth.

Mac remembered his father again. Remember, this, too, is ritual, the old stallion said. Well, we're both gettin' what we want… As she lolled her tongue out to the side, her eyes rolling back into her head and her goofy grin almost that of a normal mare smiling at kittens or some such, he was able to get her legs pressed once more into the squooshing warmth of her fantastic titflesh. He moved his hands around, digging beneath her to feel the wall of intense strength that was her back, and pulled her up against him

Leaning down to nibble softly at one of Maud's nipples, he was greeted by a slam of her meaty fists onto his back and the cry of, "Harder!" from his crazy mare. He was never entirely comfortable with-- "Harder!" came the cry, and another pair of fists slamming in.

Am I sure we should be breeding? Mac snorted. "Hit me again an' Ah'm leavin' 'em be to focus on yer wrists." She pouted, squirming more and wriggling herself closer, trying to hilt her muscular ass on his massive member.

"Please, Macintosh." She shuddered lightly. "You gave your word."

Helping his wife, as any good husband should, he thrust forward, shoving his watermelon-sized nuts before him in the earth. She moaned loudly, and stared up at him with actual distress tilting her eyes and furrowing her brow, her fingers running over his arms in pleading pawing. "Please," she repeated, still moaning with pleasure from the force of his spearing shaft past her sphincter. She desperately held up her teat towards his face, and managed, "Please bite me, Macintosh!"

Mac shook his head, but dipped it anyway. So weird, my Maud, he thought lovingly, and bit down as hard as he felt he could; this was one area where Maud didn't always get what she wanted. He would only squeeze his jaws so tight around her fist-sized milktip, only give her so much pressure there. It seemed that it was enough, though, for he definitely redoubled the pounding into her vulnerable, cum-slicked anus. With precum slicking the way, he forced his shaft in, deeper and deeper, sparing as little mercy as his tender heart could take.

It was enough. Her nigh monotone chanting slipped, and frantic, roaring squeals of pleasure hit again. No more fighting for the moment; she just squeezed and fluttered over the titanic tool while her hands squeezed her giant tits up against his hungry face. No sooner did he tire, even for a moment, with sharply stimulating her sensitive left nipple, that she relaxed back, slightly, and this time she did trick him. When Mac pulled back and started to kiss the softness of her areola, Maud immediately pulled her jiggling left breast back and shoved the needy right hefty knocker in towards his face, proffered nipple hard and ready.

He laughed softly. "Takin' a stand here, Maud," he told her with what he hoped was a stern glare, despite the intensely tight pleasure of having the majority of his four foot marebreaker deep in his unbreakable mare's submitting arse. "Gotta earn that one, sweetcheeks."

His heavy hand came down lovingly on the right side of her muscular right glutes, about where maximus gave way to medius. Mac gave out a whinnying groan, his feet tensing in the dirt and his jaw gritting tightly, when she bared down hard with those mighty rump muscles, squeezing his cock with loving fierceness. Come to that, he could see her toes curling lightly to either side of his head. "Gonna cum, Maud?" he asked with a long, slow drawl, his huge hands grabbing her captive super-thighs and using them for leverage, slowly but surely pushing his pre-spewing unbelievable girth into her asshole, her seed-stuffed womb wobbling about as the giant distension of his cock forced her amazonian body into submissive accommodation. "Gonna cum, not gettin' yer nip taken right? Bet iffin' Ah pushed, you'd jes 'bout squirt mah abs, plug or no. An' who knows, Ah might pull out. Best ya do what yer stallion wants and earn.".

Her reaction was entirely expected and yet utterly adorable. Maud actually whinnied back at him, nickering and carrying on. Her mountainous legs flailed helplessly, her strong hands pawed in loving begs at his broad shoulders. At last, forced as she wanted, she gave up the fight, and began to adoringly pet his gigantic biceps. Her voice… not quite a coo, no, but with a hint of what he fancied a teenage Maud might have sounded like, a little candy in with his love's usual rock. "Stallion. Beautiful stallion, please. Your mare. I'm your cumdump mare. Use me, please. Bite my worthless titty. Beat my cumdump ass. Please, beautiful stallion. I need it…"

He gasped, shuddering. Ain't really into the pain thing the way Maud is, but… Celestia! Ain't nothing like a mare beggin'... Mac nipped her upraised nipple, earning a full on squeal, her body thrashing around with her hands clamped to his arms-- not to fight him, but to use every muscle in her already sloshing body that she could to better pleasure his shaft. With her nipple held carefully in his teeth, he gave it a gentle lick and was rewarded all the better: her climax hit again, harder than before, rivers of her lubricant pouring around the edges of the thick gel plug.

'Cept her lovin' smile or the sound of her cumming like the light of morning. I'm just glad this isn't an everyday Maud way.

Rearing back slightly, he did as promised; thrust deep from his immense quads, the cabled muscles giving him the strength to hilt in her ass, to fill his mare. With said mare supplying the motion for the ocean, including tides in her cum-swollen sex, he was able to tend to her more… unusual… needs. His broad hands slapped down on her clenching tush, fingers digging into the muscular flesh and evoking soft pants and desperate moans from the lovely, captive megazon. She beamed up at him. "Thank you, stallion. May I have another?"

Laughing, he kissed her throbbing nipples, alternating nips and licks and kisses as he indeed, gave Maud another. And another, settling into a rhythm of fucking deep and spanking hard on already reddened hide. His balls swelled between them, the massive orbs forced forward by his vesicles even as they fed sperm into the waiting mess.

They came together, Mac's soft tones lost for a deep, rumbling, "MAUD!" mixing with her own cry of his name. Her sex actually crushed and expelled part of his plug, though not all of it, winking down across it and fluttering in the titanic orgasm of a conquered titan, her toes curling and uncurling by his shoulders. His oversized cock unleashed a white tsunami of seed into her body, her belly shoving into her already swollen womb and ballooning her belly out, and out, and out.

With a final cry, he slammed his hips forward yet again, releasing a second plug. Out of necessity, this one wouldn't last as long, not with the muscles surrounding it, but he was a loving husband, and did want to give his mare the bloated out belly she wanted. His spasming cock and bloated balls sent gallon after gallon after gallon into Maud's hungry, horny body. It blossomed out, spherical, far past her giant mammaries, forcing them back towards her face. He had to push himself up onto his knees, still rutting as he went, to give himself room to still be against her gorgeously swollen body.

"Don't… heh… oh, Maud, don't gotta hold them kickin' legs of yours no more, now do Ah?" he groaned, spending the last of his cum in her. Her response was to awkwardly maneuver her flailing legs about to hug his waist.

Breathing slowly, her body calming down, Maud simply replied, "No, my generous stallion. You have fucked me properly."

Mac kissed her bulging belly again and again, laughing with his whole heart, until calmness overcame him and his prodigious prick began to soften. Despite the soft noises that he knew well to be pouts, he forced himself slowly out of her body, gasping with renewed pleasure as the sheer tightness of her ass over his sensitive medial ring. Naturally, that stiffened him right up, and when he had to pull his flare out-- well!

He came again, wordless now, still grunting but capable of little else behind holding his massive tool up with his hands and spraying her belly, her legs, the orchard soil, even nearby trees with his hot seed, his reproductive urge joining the farm's once again. "Tartarus an' Tirek's ugly mug, Maud," he said at last, "Ya gotta wring every last drop out?"

"Yes. Every last drop is mine since you have given me no new sisters. Every last drop is mine, like every last iota of me is yours." Maud lay on her back as Mac stumbled to his feet, shaking his head to try to clear it.

"An' all a me's yers, Maud. Always." He groaned, gathering his clothes and folding them up as much as possible. He snorted at the measly bag for his gift, wincing as he picked it up and shook it-- nothing. Thank Luna, too. He looked over at Maud, who was patiently lying on her back. Strong mare like her, eyup, she could move herself, but he'd promised to carry her-- even if he'd have to rely on the orchard to tell him where to go and only Elysium knew how he was going to get her in the house without breaking one of the gel plugs and sending his seed and her mood down all over the floor.

Somehow, they managed, both naked and giggling, to squish Maud successfully past the front door. Thankfully, he'd enlarged it to accommodate his own height not too long after completely inheriting the place; there was room for it, and it was nice not to have to duck when entering his own home. Even if he'd had to install what he privately thought of as the "foal door," cut into the main door proper, for visiting normal ponies

The wall clock struck midnight as she slumped onto their hardwood floor, her bulging body so bloated that she appeared to be carrying a litter of little Apples and Pies. She held out her hands to Mac, but he shook his head, sitting down beside her and hauling her body, squooshy bits and hard frame and all, into his lap before the last ring struck.

"Happy anniversary, Macintosh."

An "Eeyup" didn't quite seem fitting, so he kissed her left ear and rumbled, "Happy anniversary, darlin', Gotcha somethin'."

"Yay." Another might have missed the eagerness in her tone, but not Mac; he knew her excitement by this point, not just what he could get her to squeal, but the real, happy delight in the slight changes in her pretty face, the shift of her giant frame under her bloated belly; the renewed hardness of her nipples where they were shoved up and aside with the rest of her hefty melons. This wasn't the first time he'd been ambushed like this, nor was it the first time they'd ended up screwing until she was this overstuffed, though it was the first time the twain had met.

He gently set some cushions up on the floor and rolled Maud over so her mega-melons could be arranged over her arms with enough room for them to maneuver, her cum-filled belly now a natural shelf for her present. He grabbed a towel from the stack by the couch and started to clean his cock off whilst he tilted his head to the left and looked down at her. Her lips curled lightly at the edges into a beaming smile and said, "It's wrapped; in my lab, under the ley-impacted rhyodacite with the slight silver imperfections."

"Eeyup." He tossed the towel into the laundry bin with the rest of his clothes; hers, he noted, were already there. Chuckling to himself, he headed out to her rock lab, a new addition that the family had come together to put up for her, with neutral stones used for building material, and grounding crystals to surround energy and light sources. Maud's continuing research into the less flashy forms of geomancy had yielded spectacular results, especially for farmers and others who worked from the land, and the land's production.

For Mac, quite aside from the benefit to the farm-- her work was everywhere in Sweet Apple Acres these days, the comforting weight of her earth power suffusing the place-- he'd been granted quite the extended education in geology. It wasn't hard for him to find the quartz-flecked volcanic rock with the extra shiny bits; underneath were a pair of envelopes. He grabbed them, and passed by the supply closet to snag the envelope he'd readied for her, and happily trotted back to the living room.

When he returned, she was slowly wobbling back and forth on her immense, distended belly, that absurdly goofy half-curled lip-edge smile of hers plastered subtly on her face. He could feel the earth energies flowing, like a babbling brook at the edge of field. "Talkin' to our incomin'?" he asked, leaning his massive forearm against another widened and heightened frame, his giant cock swinging past his knees, soft, but barely so.

Maud finished her "conversation," and looked up at him. "You are as aesthetically pleasing as shapely volcanistic formation," she informed him. "I believe that the dribble of lubricant you are wasting on our floor, and will be personally cleaning up later--"

He blushed redder, and ducked around for one of their Pinkie-stored towel emergency stashes to clean himself off.

She frowned. "Macintosh. It was also pleasing, resembling the oncoming early tendrils of lava before the eruption you will be putting in my mouth before we sleep."

Deep, eeyup, but blunt, too. Mac quirked an eyebrow; she still hadn't answered his question. She huffed a bit. "Yes. Early communication with the foals is important. They must know my stallion and I will keep them safe and nurture them. 'Fore they're even ensouled? he wondered, but shrugged and sauntered over, laying the envelope down on the forward squish of her belly while he looked at her. "Red for the note."

They shared a quiet moment of laughter and love over their sparse style of poetry on the notes, and at her wordless demand, he sat down and pulled some of her pumped plump onto his lap so that kisses could be exchanged as well. Corny the notes may have been, and of few words, but neither needed much more. Their souls were too tightly bound, their earthsenses too entangled, for them to require more than the few words to channel inchoate emotions into the concrete symbols of the mind and heart.

Finally, the presents. They unwrapped them at the same time, but his was smaller; a hoofball card in a plastic sleeve with a slight glimmer of preservative enchantment. His jaw dropped, and he found himself completely unable to say anything. "You approve, then," Maud said, a bit gurgly as she began to absorb some of his seed backways, but with a slight smugness in the lower registers of her nigh-monotone.

His hand trembling as he held the slender holder, Mac looked at the card-- slightly off-white bordered, minorly frayed corners, matching the official certificate of grading. "A NM-MT-8 '72 rookie card of Great-Great Granduncle Calville Blanc d'hiver Apple's hoofball card start with the Canterlot Colts! Maud-- how?" One of the swamp Crab Apple offshoots of the main clan, he'd come to the big city to make his mark away from the traditionalist -- He looked up, embarrassed, at Maud's patient stare. "Ah'm done." She always knew when he was lost in thought.

"I was able to obtain it via judicious applications of resources and contacts." He gave a quirky smile of his own; she still had some secrets, which he supposed were her prerogatives, after all; it's not like she was the heir to a secret kingdom or on the run from a pony offshoot of the Moofiya. Ignoring him, she opened the small box, and he heard her breath catch on something other than her cum-filled body. "Macintosh, this feels like Pinkie Pie! And.. almost like you-- like your sister?" She stared at him, eyes slightly watery, and the sight of a full smile on her face again.

"Eeyup." He carefully put Maud's gift and note for him on the coffee table. then lightly moved his note for her besides them. He leaned in and kissed her forehead. Resting against the pressed-up wobble of her cumflated belly, Maud held the cracked section of Rarity's cutie-mark genesis; the boulder-geode, primarily showing bright blue crystals with some orange veins here and there. He whickered quietly, and said, "Rarity's boulder'n'the rainboom, Ah figured, would carry somethin' of our kin, far away or not."

"Macintosh."

"Eeyup?"

"Macintosh."

"Er? Eeyup?" Mac blinked at her. She held out the geode fragment, and he took it, placing it on the table.

She growled and slugged his chest again, soft enough that it was almost begging, hard enough he was given a better hint than the scent of her arousal, intermingled with and drowned out by his plug could convey. Maud twisted her fingers into the shaggy hide-hairs of his chest, making him wince as the follicles pulled. "Macintosh. You are immensely strong. It is no longer sufficiently fit that you fuck my face until I cannot speak for the next day, stallion. I need you to take me to the downstairs bathroom, unplug me, and fuck me with your magnificently monstrous member until I am full again in cunt, full for the first time tonight in my mouth, and full up my anus again. You are the most wonderful stallion I could conceive of, Macintosh!"

Mac gathered her in his arms and hefted her up. Instead of fighting, this time, she squealed softly, wriggling and snuggling her squooshified body against him. What could he say, save-- "Eeyup."