Maud Pie Doms a Rock

by Grey Jay

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Maud Pie
Length: 1506

Maud Pie has sex with Tom the rock.

Maud Pie has sex with a rock, Tom. It’s somehow really hot. Maud is a sensual/light dom who wants to orgasm and get on with her day.

Good for a quickie. Comedy more towards the front, clop more towards the middle/end. Contains an anatomically incorrect Maud (Lyra-like flexibility, female genitals on the places they are in humans). Tom is from season2, ep2.

Published 2018-07-27 04:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-27 04:50:02 UTC

Sex, & Rock 'n Hole

Maud Pie rubbed massage oil onto the rock, Tom. Maud was happy she’d gotten him this hard so fast; that was just what she’d wanted, first date or not. The two of them sat on a floor-bed inside of Maud’s cave.

Tom was a claystone, maybe a bit of a mudstone if you got to know him. A real gneiss guy for a sedimentary. Something Rarity could never appreciate.

“A mudstone. Pure claystones have finer tastes, but it sounds like you like to get dirty.”

Maud nuzzled him with her nose. She’d gotten massage oil all over the boy, and one that doubled as lubricant, too. Now it was on her nose and both of her forehooves, and some had gotten on to her gray dress too. A convenient accident. Maud smiled.

“I think you’d like me to take off my dress now, wouldn’t you.”

She gave the claystone a wink, and stroked the inside of her thigh.

“You could see a bit more of this, hmm.”

Tom liked that. He knocked over the basket of chocolates sitting on the other side of him. His way of saying he was done snacking, and wanted to feast. Enthusiastic consent.

Maud took a few moments to get naked, and sat down.

“You didn’t want to help me undress."

Maud listened to his characteristic silence.

"Are you the type who likes having things done to you”, she stated, not inflecting her tone of voice to show she was asking a question.

The earth rumbled beneath her, and she felt a hint of vibration on her clit. Damn, he wanted it.

Maud laid her forehooves on him, pinning him against the wall at the back of the bed, and brushing her thigh against him as she moved in. She brushed her lips against him, holding back her tongue, and leaving little kisses in a heart shape on his wet surface. She came to an outgrowth, and took it into her mouth. Salty. She cradled it in her tongue, closed her lips around it, and sucked as she moved her head back and forth. She moved her head backward more quickly, and lingered on the tip and ridge before it on her forward bobs. Maud momentarily slowed to press the bottom of her tits against him, and moved a hoof down to apply pressure to one of them from the top, pinching it against him. She moved the hoof back and forth slowly against the tit, and exhaled heavily.

Maud focused again on sucking his outgrowth, and used her other hoof to caress the bottom of the outgrowth as her rhythm sped up. He remained stiff, and Maud maintained her utilitarian tempo for the span of a minute, analytical in how she neither sped nor slowed. She wanted to suck his hard member, not do any fillyfooling or play. He stayed hard, which was what she wanted.

Maud moved her other hoof from her tit to her clitoris, and brushed it with a swirling motion before reaching up and wetting her hoof in the lubricant that was all over Tom. She brought the hoof back, and her grin as she flicked the hood of her clit was like a purring lion. Reminding herself of her previous rhythm, she began stroking up and down on her clit in time with taking Tom's outgrowth deeply into her mouth and bobbing up and down on it.

Maud felt tiny grains of pre-clay in her mouth, and swallowed them. She growled, needy and cocky at the same time. This rock was going to fuck her.

“You’re mine, you worthless piece of silt.” She moved back from his outgrowth, sucking the head of the outgrowth hard enough to make a wet popping sound as she came off of it. She gave the tip a lick before moving up on him and biting hard. “Mine, you fucking silt. Got anything to say to that?”

She industriously rubbed little circles over her clit while she waited for a response.

“Oh, making me wait for a response and then not giving me one? Let’s see if you regret that.”

She nibbled up and down on his upper face, and he enjoyed the gentle pain. Enough to make a lesser partner squirm, but Tom was tough. She wasn’t actually going to hurt a sexy little claystone like him, but a bit of “fun”ishment always spiced things up. She grabbed him and moved him to lay more flatly on the bed, handling him just as she wanted to.

“Mine”, she repeated, a hungry growl written on her face. She nipped him once, a little harder.

“Good. That’s a good boy.” She moved up to straddle him, her back legs straddling his outgrowth. She rocked side to side a bit, showing that he wasn’t going anywhere without her saying so. He wouldn't have dared to try.

Maud stretched up towards the moss hanging from what you could imagine was his head, and stroked it, calming him. She gave it a little tug so he’d know she wasn’t going soft on him, and gave him deep scritches, moving slowly along the moss and hitting all of his spots. As she moved to scritch the harder to reach spots, her marehood rubbed up against his outgrowth, and she was sure to grind up against his outgrowth with her thighs when she massaged the closer patches of moss.

She rested a hoof on his outgrowth, idly toying with it as she finished scritching him.

Maud began to play up and down the outgrowth with her hoof, and began flicking her nipple back and forth with her other one. She wiggled a bit on top of Tom as she started to get excited again. She wetted both hooves with the lubricant-oil that covered Tom, and moved one hoof back to play more selectively around his tip and the ridge just below it.

The sensation on Maud’s nipples peaked quickly as she continued to rub them. She threw the hoof down on Tom, leaning over him and pinning him just where she wanted him—exactly where he had been before she pinned him. What a good boy. She pushed herself up, and slid down, her pussy completely enveloping his swollen bulge.

Maud let out a groan of exasperation she hadn’t known she’d been holding. She exhaled hard, and rode him up and down by moving only her hips. She slid up and down on his outgrowth, too stunned by the realization of how much she’d needed him inside of her to do anything with her front hooves.

“You’re more firey than an igneous”, she said matter-of-factly. She placed a hoof directly on him to steady herself as she began to set a more aggressive rhythm. Another hoof went to rest on her clit, the bounciness of her sliding up and down his outgrowth providing sensation enough there. Bouncy. Pinkie is bouncy too, she thought; she dispelled that thought quickly. She used the other hoof to grab the top of his moss, controlling his position and holding him as she fucked him.

A wave came over her, and she resolved she’d orgasm in this position. Not as romantic as changing things up a few more times, but then again, she was Maud.

Maud felt waves of pleasure surge through her, and she hadn’t even come yet. A drop of sweat dripped from her brow and mixed with the wetness from her marehood, which seeped down to coat his outgrowth. Then there was a moment when she could have turned back and not orgasmed, but she rode him with machined precision, her rhythm determined by her drive to orgasm powerfully and quickly. She squeezed her clit and rubbed it up and down with quick, short strokes, and moved her hoof from Tom's moss to just below it, pushing him down and smothering him.

Her orgasm was inevitable, and she delved into the pleasure of feeling herself rise up and again swallow his tip, pushing it against her walls. Her wetness soaked onto her hoof, and it was lubricant as she massaged her clit.

Orgasm took her, and in her heavy breaths she suppressed the instinct to cry out in pleasure. She tugged on his moss hard to give herself something else to do.

Maud felt the orgasm throughout her body, a feeling of warmth and satisfaction. She kept Tom pinned and rode him up and down until a breath after her orgasm was over.

Maud’s lips curved up a couple whole degrees in immense satisfaction. It was done.

She tucked a pillow behind Tom’s head—the type of boys she liked always wanted to stay put and rest after sex, and she knew he’d be no different.

Maud put her already worn dress on, grabbed a geology textbook from the bedside table, and walked away. There was time to do some reading, after all, and she preferred a quickie to involved scenes and romance. And if anypony didn't like that, they could go buck themselves.