Maud-Mac Breeding

by Hopeful_Ink_Hoof

Rating: mature
Tags: Big Macintosh, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Maud Pie, Sex
Length: 4960

Maud Pie comes to Sweet Apple Acres to see about being bred by Big Macintosh

Maud Pie has come to Sweet Apple Acres for a single purpose: to see about being bred and impregnated by Big Macintosh.

Published 2016-10-03 05:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-10-03 05:40:01 UTC

Breeding Rights (no clop)

It was early afternoon, just after lunch time at Sweet Apple Acres. The youngest member -- Apple Bloom -- was at school, while Big Macintosh, Applejack, and Granny Smith all sat around the table, having just finished eating. The younger two were enjoying the feeling of satisfaction and relaxing a little before returning to work. The elder, meanwhile, was already bordering on her afternoon nap.

A firm knocking from the front door echoed through the house, breaking the comfortable silence.

"I'll get it," Applejack said as she moved to get up.

Standing on the other side of the front door was a familiar gray earth mare in a dress.

"Hey, Maud," Applejack said with a smile. "Nice to see ya. What brings ya to Sweet Apple Acres?"

"Hello Applejack," Maud said. "I am looking for Big Macintosh."

"Well c'mon in," Applejack said as she moved aside, pulling the door wider. "Big Mac is in the dining room. We just finished lunch, but there's some left if you're hungry."

"Thank you, but I have already eaten with Pinkie Pie." Stepping into the house, Maud made her way past Applejack and toward the dining room. "It is fortunate, as I do not have to interrupt your own meal."

Shutting the door, Applejack followed. While she had spent time with Maud, it had never been just her. At the very least, Pinkie Pie would be accompanying her, and at most, it would be the rest of the Pie family. It made Applejack somewhat curious as to why Maud had come, especially to see Big Macintosh. Of all the Pies, she would have expected Marble. Marble and Macintosh had sort of hit it off, even if neither of them said very much.

As the two of them entered the dining room, Granny Smith turned and let out a smile.

"Well, hello there," the old mare said. "What brings you out to our little farm today?"

"Granny Smith," Maud acknowledged with a slight nod of her head. "I have come to see Big Macintosh, and discuss breeding rights."

The room went quiet as the three Apples looked at Maud. Granny's look was of surprise and curiosity, while the other two were mostly confusion, with Macintosh blushing a little.

"Well, there's something I haven't heard in a long time," Granny said. "Didn't think ponies practiced it anymore."

"It has mostly fallen out of favor," Maud admitted, "but the laws permitting it have never been repealed."

"Okay," Applejack called out. "What the hay is 'breeding rights?' I can guess from the 'breedin'' part that it has something to do with... uh... uhm..." Applejack's face started to blush as she realized she nearly said it.

"Sex," Maud said. "It has to do with sex."

Big Macintosh slumped down behind the table, his face somehow turning even redder than it had been.

"Yeah," Applejack said with a cough, making a point of not looking at any of the other ponies. "That. So...uh... " She tapped her hooves against the floor. "Could somepony care to fill us in?"

"You mind?" Granny asked Maud, getting a shake in response. "It's an old tradition, from back during our ol' nomadic days. As ya probably remember, sometimes ponies would join another caravan, get married, start and family, and so on."

Applejack and Big Macintosh nodded.

"Well, somethin' I didn't mention was what they called 'breedin' rights.' It's where the two families come to an agreement where one pays the other so the stallion from one family would get a mare from the other pregnant. Most often it was the mare's side that paid, seein' as the stallion wouldn't get to be a part of the kid's life." She tapped her chin. "Though there are a few stories 'bout the families meeting up again, and the two get together." She then grinned. "There's also a couple where a stallion would have to breed multiple mares, and one where the stallion was actually a prince in disguise, so the foal wound up being secret royalty that eventually took the throne."

"So, you want to pay my brother to get you pregnant?" Applejack asked.

"That is an accurate summary," Maud replied. "Although, while the child would primarily live on the rock farm, I would like them to also spend time with your side of the family."

"Why?" Big Macintosh asked. "Not the family part, but why do you want to be impregnated, and why by me?"

Maud moved to sit down at the table, sitting so she could see both Macintosh and Applejack at the same time. It was not her intent to snub Granny Smith, but Maud simply could not sit to view all three from where they currently sat. Plus, of the three, Granny seemed the least that would be needing convincing. Big Macintosh would need to be most since he was directly involved, and it would help to have Applejack agreeing as well. Especially since she seemed to be the one in charge of the family.

"I am certain you have noticed that I am not very good when it comes to socializing with other ponies," Maud admitted. "I am also not interested in a prolonged romantic relationship. I do not wish to date, nor do I want to get married. However, I have recently concluded that it is time for me to have at least one child, although multiple births are possible, as demonstrated by Pinkie and Marble. To that end, I discussed the matter with my family. We went over the matter, compiling desired attributes in a potential breeding partner -- as well as what could be passed on to the child -- and compared it to stallions we know that were at least potentially willing."

Maud then turned to face Macintosh fully.

"Macintosh was at the top of the list." She motioned with a hoof. "Large, healthy, hard worker. I have even been told that he was able to drag a small house behind him while under the effects of a potion."

Macintosh blushed again, shifting in his spot.

"It is not something to be embarrassed about," Maud stated. "Merely a demonstration of your physical capabilities. Similar to how your dressing up as Orchard Blossom for The Sisterhooves Social demonstrates how important family is."

Big Macintosh disappeared under the table.

"By all my standards, Macintosh is an ideal breeding partner. Additionally, the close relationship developed between our families makes it much easier for any potential child to be able to spend time with both parents despite not cohabiting."

"Big Mac," Granny said, "come out of hiding."

Slowly, Big Macintosh poked his head out from under the table.

"So, what happens now?" Applejack asked.

"If Macintosh is willing, we negotiate the terms," Maud answered. "If not, I move on to the next potential candidate."

"Can I have some time to think about it?" Macintosh asked.

"Yes," Maud said. "I will be staying with Pinkie Pie at Sugarcube Corner. If there are no other questions, I will leave you to consider it."

When none of the Apple family members said anything, Maud got up and left.

Barnyard Breeding (clop)

After some discussion, Big Macintosh decided he was willing. With it came the discussion of terms between Macintosh and Maud. By the time it was over, no money was exchanged (Macintosh did not feel right about taking bits for sex), but the two had comes to terms that both were comfortable with and seemed beneficial to them and their families.

The agreed upon evening came, and the pair of breeding partners made their way toward the barn. There, they would have privacy, and not need to worry about being interrupted, overheard (which seemed unlikely to Mac), or have to explain what was happening to Apple Bloom. While Apple Bloom knew what sex was and liked Maud, Macintosh felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable with explaining the entire concept to the filly.

While not the most romantic location, the interior had been modified so it was a bit more accommodating and comfortable. Picnic blankets had been laid out on part of the floor, covering the dirt and hay. Hay bales had been stacked up to create a wall, blocking off the area from view at the doors, and creating a space that could be described as "intimate" and "cozy." Enchanted rose quartz had been placed in multiple spots, giving off soft pink light to fill the area. A small cooler had been filled with ice, bottles of hard cider resting in it.

"This is sufficient," Maud said, moving to look at one of the enchanted crystals. "Do you wish to begin engaging in foreplay, or would you prefer to imbibe some alcohol first?"

"Maud?" Macintosh said softly. "If you don't mind me asking, have you... ever..."

"Had sex with a stallion before?" Maud finished, turning to look at Big Macintosh.

"...Eyup..."

"No. I have masturbated, but have never cared to experience sex with another. I have also torn my hymen. As such, there is no need to worry about causing me pain with your initial penetration."

Big Macintosh gave a nod, but shifted. The information did bring him some comfort, but did not really help him relax.

"You are nervous," Maud stated. "Is it because you have never had sex before either?"

"I've had sex," Macintosh retorted. "It's just... this whole thing is kinda' makin' me a might nervous."

"Your family provided us with cider," Maud pointed out, "and alcohol in moderate amounts can help a pony relax, as well as lower inhibitions."

"No," Macintosh said with a shake of his head. "I don't think that's needed. Just... any particular way you wanna start?"

"Remove your yoke and lie back," Maud answered. "I shall start by arousing you with oral sex."

The statement caused Big Macintosh to tense, the possibility of oral sex causing his shaft to twitch in its sheath. Taking the yoke off and setting it aside, he moved to lay down on his back, trying to get comfortable. As he did, he watched Maud curiously.

Turning her back to him, Maud's tail raised as she walked, showing off her backside. It was toned and shapely, every move showing off extremely well developed muscles beneath that grey coat. Macintosh could almost imagine the sheer strength that body must have contained. Especially if there was any truth to the story Applejack shared about Maud smashing a massive rock with her bare hooves. Those shapely legs and toned flank shifted as Maud lowered her front end, working to remove her dress. It worked up and forward, revealing more and more of her body, including her flank, cutie mark (which was -- to no surprise -- a rock), and her stomach. As the dress slid up her barrel, Macintosh noticed something.

"What happened there?" he asked.

Along Maud's side -- running approximately from the top edge of the shoulder blade to the base of the rib cage, and curving along the edge -- was the jagged line of a scar. At the question, Maud looked at it, then at Macintosh.

"A rock," she stated. "When we were younger, Pinkie Pie and I were working in the northern field of the rock farm, where a large piece of marble was being made. Unfortunately an impurity had made one of the assumed foliations to actually be a hidden fissure. The fissure then became a stress fracture, which caused a large portion of the stone to shear off, and in turn made the fallen portion shatter. I was able to push Pinkie Pie out of the way, but was struck by a particularly large piece in the process.

"It is part of why I started wearing the dress." Maud motioned toward the discarded outfit. "Despite it not being her fault, Pinkie Pie blamed herself for what happened. Every time she saw the scar, she would get sad. As such, I started wearing my dress to keep from reminding her about it."

"It gives you character," Big Macintosh blurted out. "Shows how tough you are."

"Your compliment is appreciated," Maud said as she walked closer. "Are you ready to receive oral sex?"

Although he had never been much for words, Big Macintosh suddenly found himself at a loss for them. He could only nod as he looked at the mare in front of him. While nowhere near as large as he was, Maud was certainly large for a mare. Her shoulders were somewhat on the broad side, powerful muscles flexed under her coat with each movement. Seeing her in her bare fur, it was easy for him to imagine Maud having the strength to smash a boulder, especially if it was to protect someone she loved.

Standing above Big Macintosh, Maud Pie moved to lay down. One of her front hooves reached out, pressing against the inside of the stallion's thigh. Her touch was light, just barely touching the skin, as she made small, circular motions. It tickled slightly. As she continued stroking, Maud moved closer. Lowering her head, she pressed the tip of her muzzle against Macintosh's testicles.

The lips were warm, and a little rough. Still, they were gentle as they touched the sensitive skin of Macintosh's sac. The mare's tongue then slipped out, tracing over the sensitive flesh and teasing the contents inside.

"Interesting," Maud said as she pulled her head up. "It does not taste like apples."

Big Macintosh rolled his eyes. Why do ponies think he would taste like apples? Yes, it was their name and business, but they were not actually made from the fruit.

"But I am picking up large amounts of sediment minerals, with traces of organic materials." Maud looked up at Macintosh. "It's a little salty and has some dirt on it." Her gaze returned to his genitals. "I enjoy the taste."

Lowering her head, she brought her mouth to the stallion's sac once more. This time, she gave small, teasing kisses as she worked her way up. Those rough lips moved up along the sheath, placing small, smacking kisses along the skin as she made her way up further and further. Soon, she reached the top of the sheath, where the tip of the shaft had begun to emerge. Maud gave the exposed tip a kiss before opening her mouth, letting her tongue slide over the slit. She then pushed down, slipping the head into her mouth and sliding down to the top of the sheath.

A small groan escaped Macintosh as his eyes rolled back. His hips twitched, pushing up as the warm wetness engulfed the head of his length. The shaft twitched and swelled, slipping further out of the protective sheath and into the waiting maw of Maud.

Placing a hoof gently on the sheath, she stroked up and down the length. Her cheeks sunk in as she sucked hard before letting go. Her mouth released the shaft with a loud slurp, drool running from her lips to the tip.

"Is very warm," Maud said, "and firm. I am curious what it will be like at full arousal." Shifting lower, she pressed her tongue against the freshly exposed portion of the length. Her hoof pressed more firmly as stroked the sheath, coaxing more and more of the shaft out of hiding. When the medial ring emerged, Maud tilted her head and opened her mouth wide. Placing it around the newly exposed ring, she pressed the tip of her tongue against it, tracing along the bulge.

A grunt escaped Big Macintosh as Maud continued her ministrations. It was a new experience. A few mares had given him a blowjob before, but none of them had done what Maud was doing. His length twitched in pleasure, a bead of pre forming on the tip.

Maud Pie pulled away, looking at the shaft. Standing up, she took a step back.

"It seems you are sufficiently aroused to begin," she stated. "As the first ejaculation is most often the most potent, I do not want to waste it by having you orgasm outside me." She turned around. "However, before we begin the actual sex," -- she lowered her front end and raised her back -- "I would appreciate if you performed oral on me as well."

Getting up from his spot, Big Macintosh moved toward the presenting Maud. His shaft bobbed and throbbed beneath as he moved, staring at the now exposed feminine sex. The lips were darker than Maud, almost black. They were thick with arousal, and glistened wetly in the quartz light. Her clitoris stuck out, winking with excitement.

As he got closer, Macintosh took a deep breath, nostrils flaring at the feminine scent. The aroma went to his head, making him further aroused. He licked his own lips as his shaft gave a throb of excitement. Moving closer, he then licked Maud's lips. Pressing his tongue against her folds, he slowly traced up and back down, then flicked over the nub of her clit.

A slight twitch against his tongue gave Macintosh a sign that Maud was enjoying it. It was kind of the only indicator as he could not see Maud's face and did not hear any moaning. Macintosh reached out with a hoof, placing it against Maud's flank. He could feel the hard muscles hidden beneath the fur, twitching slightly under his grip. It was, as she would say, hard as a rock.

Macintosh gripped Maud's solid flank harder, bracing himself. He pressed his mouth to her sex, his tongue against her clit. Slowly, he traced around the edges of the sensitive button before flicking across it directly. He then pulled the plot toward him as he pushed his tongue forward, the nether lips parting as he sank as deep into the warm wet depths as he could reach.

The vaginal walls clamped down, squeezing Macintosh's tongue and stroking across it and trying to pull the appendage deeper. Salty wetness poured across the tongue and sprayed out onto the stallion's face, filling his nose with the potent scent of a fertile mare in heat.

"Apologies for not warning you," Maud said, her voice actually trembling slightly. "I was not expecting to reach climax so soon. I believe that I am now ready for the actual sex and impregnation portion."

"You sure?" Macintosh asked, pulling back slightly to look at her backside once again.

"Yes," Maud answered. Reaching back with one hoof, she pulled at one of her cheeks, spreading her nether lips wide. "I believe the common saying is 'fuck me senseless.'"

Hearing the stoic mare talk dirty in her typical monotone made the words far less erotic to Macintosh. It was about as sexy as "we need milk," or "time to fix the barn door." Still, the attempt was nice. Plus, the view of that dripping pink pussy was very enticing.

Taking a deep breath, the stallion moved forward, placing his body on top of the presenting mare. Maud was warm. Surprisingly so. Almost feverish. Was that normal? Did mares in heat actually get warmer? Was that why it was called "in heat?" He had been with a few mares, but they had tended to avoid anything when they were fertile. This was the first time with a mare both without using any protection, and while she was in her fertility cycle.

The realization that he was about to possibly impregnate a mare made him slightly nervous. His erection even began to flag slightly.

With a shake of his head, Big Macintosh tried to push the nervousness aside and focus on the sex. To forget about the future implications and focus on the immediate pleasure that hopefully both of them would feel. It would be better if he could sort of just shut down his brain and let his feral equine instincts take over. Just a stallion breeding the mare beneath him with no thought or worries. Unfortunately, that was not something he could really do. Besides, if he kept his mind aware, he could try to focus on Maud's pleasure as well. This was her first time with a stallion after all. It deserved to be a pleasurable event.

Although his shaft had softened, he had not fully lost his erection. There was still some firmness to it. Enough to start penetration, albeit with some assistance. Once he was balanced, he reached down to take a hold of his shaft, lifting it to line the tip up with the dripping wet lips that were practically begging for him. He then slowly pushed forward, the tip pressing against the opening. There was a second of resistance before Maud's sex gave way, allowing him access.

A small moan of pleasure escaped Big Macintosh as he pushed his way into Maud Pie's depths. It was even warmer than her back, almost burning hot, and tight. Even in his smaller, half-erect state, it gripped and squeezed him, pulling him deeper into her body. It had to be the tightest he had ever felt since his first time. Possibly even including then.

As Macintosh continued to push his hips forward, sinking more of his length into Maud, he moved to press his chest against her back. As he did, he noticed something. Maud's heart was pounding. He could feel every quick thump of it through his own chest. It was just racing.

"Maud?" Macintosh asked softly. "You okay?"

Turning her head, Maud looked at him over her shoulder. Were her cheeks slightly pink, or was that just the light?

"Yes," she answered in her stoic monotone (although Macintosh thought it sounded slightly higher, but it may have been his imagination). "I am finding this more pleasurable than I had expected. I am looking forward to you continuing."

As she said the last word, the walls clenched, squeezing the shaft. The sensation got a snort from the stallion as his length twitched in response. While he could not see it, he was pretty certain that he had managed to return to full arousal.

A thought occurred to Big Macintosh, and with it, a bit of curiosity. Leaning down, he brought his muzzle to one of Maud's ears. As soon as he did, he opened his mouth and closed it, nipping the tip before she could fully realize what was happening. As soon as he did, Big Macintosh felt Maud tense more underneath him. His ears twitched as he heard her breathing speed up.

As he released the grip on the ear, he also pulled his hips backwards. His length twitched as did, spurting a small amount of pre into the hungry depths. The burning hot walls gripped at the length, trying to keep it from escaping. If it had been any dryer, he might not have been able to. Maud's depths were like a velvet covered vice.

Macintosh then gave a push forward. The forward motion was easier than that backwards. Whether it was because Maud's muscles relaxed or were actively pulling him in, Macintosh soon found himself buried into her warm wetness to the base of his shaft. He then gave an extra, hard push, pressing his hips against her toned rump. His sac smacked against Maud's sensitive clit, sending a thrill of pleasure through him.

As his hips pushed to grind against Maud, he felt her hips pushing back, rocking her toned flank against his hips.

Taking this as silent encouragement, Big Macintosh started to set his pace. Tightening his grip on Maud, he pulled back, slipping out past the medial ring before giving a short hard thrust back into her. His hips smacked against her rump with a firm slap before pulling back again. As he pulled back, Maud moved with him, trying to keep the full shaft inside her as long as possible, her walls squeezing almost painfully tight. When he thrust forward, the impact would push her hips forward in the process.

"Go faster," Maud said.

Big Macintosh gave a nod and tried to pick up his pace. It was hard as Maud was still extremely tight, gripping each time he tried to pull back. Instead he pulled back less before giving a short, quick thrust forward. There was an audible smack as he slammed into her. One leg wrapped around the mare's waist, now pulling him back as he pushed forward.

"Yes," Maud said. "Just like that. Keep going."

With a nod and snort, Macintosh continued. His body tensed as he pumped his hips. Tightening his grip on the mare beneath him, he pulled her back more as he thrust forward, hips slapping against rock hard flank. The warm wet depths twitched around him, squeezing and stroking the length with each thrust. In response, the length twitched, the stallion's arousal growing stronger.

Leaning his head down, Macintosh bit down on the ear again.

The nip turned out to send Maud over the edge. A huff escaped the mare as the walls clamped down hard, squeezing the shaft and making it impossible for the stallion's cock to move. The tight walls, tugged and pumped the length, trying to pull it deeper and milk for its precious, potent seed. At the same time, feminine fluids coated the length, and spurted out to coat the stallion's sac, marking them as hers.

The new pressure on his shaft sent Big Macintosh over the edge. Eyes closed, he gave one last hard thrust forward, trying to sink in deeper. A grunt escaped him as he reached his climax. The already thick length swelled and twitched, unleashing thick ropes of fertile stallion seed into the hungry and fertile depths. Each shot was quickly gobbled up by Maud's body, pulling it into her womb and closer to the waiting egg. He continued to try and push, working to force as much of his seed into the desiring depths as he could.

Maud suddenly pulled forward, slipping off of Macintosh's cock and having the last of the seed spurt onto her rump. She collapsed on the floor, limbs sprawled out as she laid on her stomach.

As his own orgasm came to an end, the last of his cum dripping from the tip, Big Macintosh moved to lay beside her. He moved carefully, the tip of his cock overly sensitive that any touch was nearly painful.

"You okay?"

"Yes," Maud answered. "I enjoyed that very much." She lifted her head, turning to look at her. "Do you think you will be capable of having sex again shortly?"

"If you can give me... 'bout twenty minutes," he told her, "I believe I'll be able to have another round."

"Okay."

Bearing Fruit (no clop)

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."