Mmm...an entire bakery full of delicious cupcakes with light blue icing, done up to look like little diamonds and sapphires...and they're all for me...I simply couldn't...oh, all right, just a bite...
I start awake just before I take the first scrumptious bite of dream cupcake. At first, I wonder what has awoken me, but then I hear it again: a snore. My heart gives a little flutter at the rumbling sound, and I blink my eyes twice before rolling over to be met by a face that I have grown accustomed to over the past year. The disappointment over missing out on subconscious pastries is quickly replaced by a flushing of my cheeks as the memories of yesterday come flooding back.
It certainly isn't every day that you pledge your sole devotion to one pony for the rest of your days, forever and ever, amen, and it's nothing I thought I'd ever do earlier in life. You see, I was something of a “party animal,” though certainly not in the same style as my dear friend Pinkie Pie. Not that I have anything against her lovely soirees, but my style of party was always a bit more...adult, if you want. Once I had a few drinks in me, I was usually a much easier target, but that doesn't mean I didn't have standards; I am, after all, a lady. The gentlecolts that shared my bed were only the finest specimens, sound of mind and body. There might have been one or two exceptions, but nopony worth noting; it's not as if I remembered them the next morning half the time anyway.
That was all before I ran across him. To say that he swept me off my hooves would be inaccurate; in reality, he was more of an enigma to me then, almost like a tiny, annoying little mosquito nipping at my neck. He wasn't draining blood, however; no, this stallion was slowly emptying me of my loose tendencies, drawing me in with his mysterious ways, and treating me like I knew a potential suitor should, while at the same time staying just out of my reach. (And yes, I realize the mosquito analogy isn't exactly the most appetizing, but I just awoke from a very restful slumber, thank you very much.) I'd finally had enough of his pseudo-teasing, and at last, I worked up the courage to approach him. Imagine that! Moi! Having to steel myself before facing a stallion! I'd normally have them eating out of my hooves within minutes, but this one...oh, this one was tricky.
The fact that he was the brother of a dear friend didn't make matters any simpler, but I didn't think Applejack would object. So anyway, I finally spoke with Macintosh, and all my suspicions were confirmed. He was, to put it simply, the best possible thing. Quiet and unassuming, but a hard worker, dedicated to his profession, which was a trait that I appreciated more than most ponies. And oh, he was – er, is a perfect gentlecolt! He always paid for our meals when we would head out to the cafe, he would hold doors open for me, and not once did he ever try to take advantage of me, even when I knocked back a few more drinks than I should have. Once, in my brain-addled state, I even threw myself at him, planting sloppy kisses on his cheek, but he merely hoisted me over his back (a move that would have turned me on even more if I hadn't been so dizzy) and walked me home, depositing me gently in my bed and even tucking me in. Any other stallion might have responded to my drunken ravings about “needing to be ravished” and whatnot with a more...primal approach, but Macintosh?
After that night (of which I recalled very little), he told me the whole story, and I could tell he was ashamed of me. The worst part was that I was more ashamed of myself, and for a moment, I thought I would lose him. My heart nearly broke in two! But Celestia bless him, he stuck with me, encouraged me to lay off the strong drink, and that's when I saw his true heart: tenacious, caring, and committed not only to his work but to the ponies he loved. I knew, when he pledged to be with me every step of the way, that I had become just that. And much to my surprise and unfathomable delight, I found myself reciprocating those feelings as well.
Oh, that was a lovely flashback, but right now, I realize that my mane likely looks horrid, and I don't have a single smidgen of makeup on my face. A sigh from the other pony in the bed next to me makes me forget that temporarily, though, and I lean over to give him a light peck on the tip of his nose. He's adorable when he's asleep. Scratch that; he's always adorable, but I don't think I appreciate it enough. I'll have to tell him that more often.
He stirs at the gentle brush of my lips, and his eyelids flutter open, locking his gaze on mine with a half-lidded stare and a soft smile. He gets his bearings much faster than I, as he's accustomed to an early rise, and says in that deep, calm voice of his, “Mornin', Rare.”
Oh, that voice gets me so hot. I abandon all pretense of conversation; no “Hello” or “Good morning” from me, just a crash of muzzle against muzzle. I want to explore him with my tongue. I want his tongue to explore me. I waited because he wanted to, because it was the right thing to do, but the ring around my horn says that I don't have to hold back any longer. Oh Celestia, it's hard to believe how aroused I am, but just look at that stallion! Can you blame me? And to top it all off, last night didn't go at all how we'd planned (or at least how I'd planned). Weddings can be quite stressful; just ask Shining Armor and Cadance! But even a wedding that doesn't involve changelings or chaos or other sorts of madness can be just as tiring, what with all the preparations, the decorations, and designing the absolute perfect wedding gown for yourself. Why, we'd barely walked into the honeymoon suite when we both collapsed on the bed and fell right asleep!
This morning, however, I simply will not stand for waiting any longer. I need him. Now.
My aggressive kiss catches him off guard, I can tell, but he soon sinks just as eagerly into the lip-locking, his jaw and mine entangled in a sort of slow dance. I dart my tongue out and lick against his sealed lips, and he immediately opens the door for me to circle my pink organ around his mouth. The taste isn't just of apples; it's the crispness that you feel when you first bite into a perfectly ripe fruit, the sweetness following close behind. It's more than intoxicating; it's exhilarating, and I can already feel pulses of heat emanating from down there as I absorb his flavor into my own mouth.
The need to breathe forces our mouths apart, and we both lie there panting for a few seconds before I break the silence. “Oh, Macintosh, I can't wait any longer. I want you so bad.” I wrap my foreleg around the back of his head and softly stroke his mane, then give him a flutter of my eyelashes. “Please?”
He chuckles softly, his hearty laughter causing my heart to stand up and do a dance of joy. I don't know why I love everything about him, but I do. “Ah'm ready too, Rare,” he says quietly, the words barely comprehended as I lose myself in his face. “Been lookin' forward to this fer a long time.” He looks away bashfully. “Sorry 'bout fallin' asleep last night.”
“Oh, that's quite all right, Macintosh,” I say, encouraging the big lug. “I did the same. We were just so tired! And we had every right to be, after all that work, and the incredible ceremony.” I bring his head closer to mine, and his eyes widen a little in surprise. My voice is a low growl, and I sound much more aggressive than I anticipated. “But right now, I'm lying in bed next to the stallion I love, and I can't help but notice that we're not currently in the throes of passion.” I tilt my head to the side, my practiced “come-hither” look coming into effect. “Shall we remedy that situation, darling?”
His reply is nothing more than “Eeyup” before his head takes its turn lunging into mine, another kiss drawing my breath away. This time, his thick, strong tongue does the work, slowly leaving streaks of saliva along my teeth and gums before rubbing against my tongue; it's like a storm in my head. Each touch against me is absolute electricity pounding through my head, and I'm quite sure that by now I'm rather soaked.
Somehow, during our intense kiss, he props himself up on his hooves and takes position over me. His head pulls away from mine, and I gaze up at him for a moment, admiring the line of his jaw, before my eyes drift a little lower.
Oh my.
Oh my goodness.
“Is...is that...” I stammer out as I see, for the first time, in all its glory, my new husband's member.
He blushes slightly at the attention and mutters, “Eeyup. Guess Ah'm excited too.”
I'll say; it's reaching all the way past my stomach. And thick! Oh Celestia, it's almost as big as any two I've ever had before put together. The heat in my body intensifies tenfold as I imagine its full length buried inside me, but I snap back to reality when I realize that I don't have to imagine any more. My seductive smile returns, though I can feel that my cheeks are just as red as his coat. “Well, let's not wait any longer then.”
I gently push him a few steps back with my front hooves so I can stand, somehow tearing my eyes away from his long, thick erection before rising to my hooves. I fold my forelegs down, sticking my rump high in the air and moving my tail out of the way as fast as I can. I can feel the heat coursing through me, starting in my marehood (which, by the way, is drenched, if the rivulets of moisture running down the insides of my legs are any indication) and echoing all through my body. I have never been this excited in my entire life, and I shudder as I think that it's only going to get better.
His voice comes from behind me. “Rare...yer so beautiful...”
My impatient streak kicks in, and I turn my head around to look at him (and his endowment) again. “Why, thank you, darling; such a lovely compliment. But right now, all I want you to do is take that incredible, amazing gift of yours and put it as deep in me as you possibly can.” My voice doesn't lose any of its sweetness. “So, come over here and rut me.”
He blinks once, then responds with another “Eeyup” before finally stepping forward. I turn my face back towards the pillows, biting my lower lip in anticipation. Now his body is positioned over me; I can feel his incredible warmth over my back, his hooves are beside my head, and I'm tingling all over as I prepare myself.
The tip of his stallionhood makes contact with my entrance, and I whinny with delight as the first wave of pleasure hits me. He only holds for a moment before pushing forward with a grunt.
My brain explodes.
When I regain my bearings, I realize that I'm screaming as loud as I've ever screamed in bed, but then again, I've never had anything this big inside me before, rubbing its length along the entirety of my inner walls. Each second, each moment of friction as he plunges deeper is like an experiment to see how much pure bliss I can tolerate before I turn into a quivering mass of moans and squeals, and judging by how much he's filling me up, I think that this particular exercise won't last too long. Finally, he stops, and I know that he probably has a few more inches that he could shove into me, but for the moment, this is all I can handle, and I gasp for breath as I revel in the sensation of his thickness in me, my passage tensing around his member as if to milk it for all it's worth.
Then, he pulls back out, and I once again find myself shouting. I'll need several glasses of water by the time this is done. He retracts almost all the way, then dives back in, a bit faster now that he's felt me once, and I cry out involuntarily as his erection disappears into my eager treasure. No stallion before him could ever compare, and as I hear his own grunts and groans of effort, I start to lose control. Oh, I've never come this quickly before, but it's a feeling unlike any I've ever experienced in my entire life, the way he seems to effortlessly push into me and back out again, settling into a steady rhythm that sends shockwaves through my body. I close my eyes, all my effort focused simply on enjoying each second of his stallionhood plunging into me over and over again, my cries of pleasure ringing through the room. I can't even form words, the feeling is so overpowering.
Each surge of pleasure has built upon the last, and soon, I find myself right on the brink. I barely hold out for a few seconds before the dam bursts, and with a very unladylike squeal (not that I care), I find myself falling right over the edge, the warmth encapsulating my body as I orgasm, losing myself completely in the pleasure. Vaguely, I'm aware of Macintosh above me, his body pressing into mine as he gives his own cry, and the heat in my marehood intensifies as he unloads into me, burst after burst of hot seed pouring deep into my deepest places. I'm floating on air, my tongue hanging out of my mouth as he lets himself go, and the sensation of his cum inside me gives me something of an aftershock orgasm, just a little spike of pleasure as he finally finishes thrusting, his load spent.
I barely even feel when his member softens slightly and pops out of me, I'm so lost in the wondrous afterglow. As I start to come to, I feel his hoof stroking along my side, his body now laying down beside me. I turn over and immediately begin another kiss, this one soft and sensual, no tongues involved. The electric feeling rips through me again, and despite having been recently filled, I feel the longing return; now that I've had him inside me, I'm not sure I ever want to be without that incredible feeling. I embrace the stallion before me and count myself the most fortunate mare in Equestria to have found such a husband.
He speaks up, breathless. “That was amazin', Rare.”
I giggle. “I heartily agree, Macintosh.” I lean close and whisper in his ear, “Want to go again?”
Even despite his coat, I can clearly see his flushed cheeks. “You sure? Y'all really wanna go 'nother round?”
I brush my hoof against his chiseled face. “For you, my love, I will always be willing.” We share another brief kiss. “I love you so much, Macintosh.”
“Ah love you too, Rare,” he says with a deep, happy smile that quickly morphs into a smirk. “'Sides, we got all day.”
“No, darling,” I respond. “We have the rest of our lives.” And I couldn't be any happier about that.
