Maud-Mac Breeding

Big Macintosh stepped off the train and made his way toward the Pie family's rock farm. While his head was no longer spinning, he was still having trouble processing what happened. It was still supposed to be a month before Maud Pie gave birth, but Pinkie Pie had showed up at Sweet Apple Acres and declared it was time already. Before he even knew what was going on, he was on the train and headed for the farm. He was pretty sure that Pinkie had used some of her strange reality warping powers, because he did not remember passing through any part of Ponyville between the farm and the train.

At the Pie family's rock farm, Macintosh made his way to the house. Just as he was about to knock, the door opened.

Standing on the other side was Marble. The light grey coated mare looked at him from behind her mane, one purple eye easily noticeable. A small smile formed on her face, as did a slight blush across her muzzle.

Macintosh felt his own face heat up as he looked away. Neither of them were very talkative ponies, but they both felt something between them. After what had happened with Maud, Macintosh had wondered about him and Marble. Supposedly she was okay with it, and had been before Maud had even come to Sweet Apple Acres with the request.

If their blushes were indication, both of them still felt a strong romantic interest in each other.

"What are you doing here?" a raspy female voice asked.

Limestone stepped into the gap between Macintosh and Marble. Her pale green eyes were furrowed in a look of confusion.

"Pinkie," Macintosh said.

"Oh," Limestone said, her expression softening. "She knew and told you?"

"Eyup."

With a sigh, Limestone pulled the door the rest of the way in and stepped aside.

"C'mon. Maud is upstairs. Marble will show you the way."

"Mhm," Marble hummed with a nod. She motioned for Macintosh to follow before heading further into the house.

Macintosh stepped inside, making his way past a scowling Limestone. The look did not really bother him. It was for the most part her default expression. Plus the irritation behind it was not aimed at him. If it was, Limestone would be very vocal about it. Limestone was a mare that made it abundantly clear what a pony did that pissed her off the most recently.

The room he was led to had been set up for Maud and the baby, including a cradle and a bed where Maud was currently laying. Held close to her chest was a pink blanket. Maud's mane was slightly disheveled. Her attention turned to Macintosh, and her mouth twitched into the slightest hint of a smile.

"Hello, Macintosh," Maud said. She held the blanketed form up. "Come here and meet your daughter."

A smile tugged at Macintosh's lips as he moved closer and looked at the bundle formed. She had a bright yellow coat, and a light grey -- almost white -- mane. The little filly looked up at him with large, calm, blue eyes.

"This," Maud stated, "is Opal Pie."