House of Horny Horses

Apple Bloom whisked back and forth between the table and the kitchen on her hind legs, carrying trays of apple fritters and stone scones. She wore a lacy little apron that Macintosh thought set her muscular ass and thighs very nicely. She and Pinkie Pie had taken over the cooking from whoever had cooked the tasteless quinoa abomination last night, and Macintosh tore into them with abandon. Even the stone scones weren’t that bad, once you got used to the crunch.
Applejack’s forelegs slid up from behind, wrapping as far as they’d go around his cider gut. “Ease up, lardo. You gotta get to work soon.”

“Gotta load up on carbs,” said Macintosh, reaching for another scone. "Gonna need the energy."

Limestone’s chair scraped the floor as she got up from the table. “Damn right, bitch. You’re mine today. Stop stuffing your stupid fat face and follow me.”

Macintosh blinked, and gently put the rock scone back on his plate. All right then. As he left, Marble scurried to the bookshelves and pulled out the Ponedemic box. Darn it, he liked that game.

He was glad he was getting Limestone out of the way early. She was easy on the eyes, there was no question of that — she had pretty green eyes and a cute snout that her resting bitch face somehow only made cuter. She was a bit thinner than he usually went for, the slimmest of the Pie sisters, but she had a round butt and that was all that mattered to him body-wise.

No, the problem with Limestone was that beauty was only skin deep, but ugly went all the way down to the bone. What would she want to do to him? Would she want to hurt him? Humiliate him? She stepped through her bedroom door, kicking it on the way by to keep it open for him. He took a deep breath and followed her inside. He took great care in locking the door, then turned to face Limestone, ready for anything.

She sat still, staring up at him, body trembling. Her face had softened, it’s usually steely glare replaced with wide eyes and trembling lips. “I’ve never done this before. Is it going to hurt?”

Macintosh’s jaw fell wide open. “You’re… you’re a virgin?” Limestone hadn’t participated in the cum play last night, had she? Macintosh had assumed she was just too cool.

Limestone nodded. “Who’d want to have sex with me? I know how awful I am.”

“That’s… that’s not…” Macintosh stumbled, trying to think of the right thing to say. He was really bad at thinking of the right thing to say.

Limestone hunched down into a little ponyball, “See? You’re only going to have sex with me because you have to.”

“I don’t have to,” rumbled Macintosh. “And you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Limestone scowled. “I want to. I at least want to know what it’s like. Just…” she looked down between his hind legs anxiously. “Be gentle?”

“How about we start with kissing and cuddling, and go from there?”

“But the foal?” She traced a hoof over her belly. “I want a foal.”

Macintosh climbed up onto Limstone’s little twin bed, the timbers creaking underneath him. “You gotta focus on what you’re doing right now. Don’t worry about the future. It’ll take care of itself.”

She climbed up after him, sat with her legs folded under her and looked up at him with deer in headlights eyes. She had no idea what to do, did she? He leaned down and rubbed his lips lightly against hers. She didn’t move. Macintosh gave her a chaste peck on the cheek and pulled his head back. “Okay, so, you gotta do stuff?”

Limestone flipped her tail up over her back and looked up at him hopefully.

He rolled over onto his side and showed him that his cock was still nestled soundly in its sheath.

“Well, I can hardly be blamed if you can’t get it up for me,” growled Limestone. She must be a little more comfortable if she was reverting to her normal personality.

“Stallions ain’t just fuck machines. We got feelings, too.”

Limestone tapped roughly on his chest fluff. “Yeah. Your sister said you were ‘sensitive’. What are you, some kind of faggot?”

“Bi.”

Limestone blinked. “Oh. Sorry.”

Macintosh tilted his head towards the back of his body.

Limestone’s eyes widened. “You’re hard!” She whipped her head back towards him. “You got hard because I called you a faggot?”

“If a stallion said it, I’d buck ‘em in the face. But if a mare says it while she’s in bed with me… well, it’s kinda cute. Shows she’s got spirit.”

Limestone sneered. “Oh I have spirit, do I?”

“Mare, you got more spirit than a ghost convention.”

Limestone tilted her head to one side, her sneer softening into a wicked grin. “Spirit,” she said and pressed her lips against Macintosh’s.

He licked her lips lightly, and she opened her mouth for him. He caressed her tongue with his and pulled her small slim body close to his massive one. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck. He felt her chest moving against his, breath quick and light. He held her with his forelegs. They kissed long and slow. Macintosh was acutely aware of the way Limestone’s lean but soft belly rested against the belly of his cock, but he willed himself not to thrust his hips. He didn’t want to intimidate her. He was, after all, a lot to take in.

Limestone’s slid her hooves over his forelegs, shoulders, and chest. Gradually, hesitantly, she moved her hooves lower. Macintosh found himself tensing as she neared his cock. Was she going to touch it? He’d warmed to this fiery mare quite a bit in the last few minutes; he’d be disappointed if she backed out. Deep breaths. There were plenty of willing mares in this house, and if she didn’t want to… oh Harmony, she touched his dick. He trembled and kicked, trying to dry hump her.
“Does that feel good?” whispered Limestone nervously.

“Eyup.” Her tentative, gentle touch glided delicately over his cock, sending tingles down his shaft to the special spot behind his balls.

“It must. You’re drooling.”

“Don’t stop.”

Her soft hooves explored his thick, veiny shaft. She caressed the flare, and her hoof came away sticky. “Okay, you’re drooling from both ends now.”

“Pre-cum,” said Mac. “It just makes little spurts.”

Limestone frowned slightly, as though she didn’t approve, but kept stroking him. Her strong thin thighs wrapped around the sides of his shaft, pulling it against her tummy. Macintosh bucked, cock grinding against her belly and thighs and chest fluff and bopping her in the jaw. Limestone groaned, and reciprocated by rubbing her pussy against his balls; it smeared thick sticky mare goo across them.

He rolled her onto her back and bucked hard, pressing her into her rough wool sheets. He began to feel the burn of climax fill his balls. Too soon. Gasping, he pulled himself off his cousin. A string of pre linked her chest ruff and his cock tip.
“Where are you going? What are you doing?” said Limestone, forehooves grabbing for him.

Macintosh leaned down to kiss her throat. “What do you think I’m doin’?” He rubbed her nose in her chest fluff, licking it clean of his pre, then kissed his way down her belly. Her snatch smelled dry and clean, like a sexy rock.

“Oh. Oh gosh. You’d do that for me?”

Macintosh chuckled and replied by dragging his tongue around her glossy gray pussy lips, slicking them with spit. Limestone squeaked and bucked her ass in the air, bopping him in the nose with her pubic fluff. “Ah! Don’t stop!”
Macintosh wasn’t about to. This was a perfect time to do some reconnaissance. Her pussy was absurdly tight, but her hymen had already been broken. Not surprising, living on a rough and tumble rock farm. He wiggled his tongue inside, spreading her open gently, tasting her, feeling the way her pussy muscles squeezed his tongue.

“Oh, Harmony! There! Right there! Lick there!” she squealed. Macintosh grinned. He knew how to treat a lady. He licked what he presumed to be her g-spot vigorously.

“No! Further in! And to the left!”

Macintosh followed her instructions, and she punched him in the head. “No, you idiot! My left!”

He dragged his tongue over and was rewarded by a shriek of pleasure from his cousin. Her thighs and forehooves gripped his head. He licked hard. She jammed her sopping wet pussy against his snout. Damn, eating pussy was fun. He stroked her thighs, feeling her wiry muscles tremble. Almost there.

She came violently, pussy clamping down brutally hard on his tongue, legs squeezing so hard his skull creaked. He held his tongue in place, drawing out her orgasm until she stopped thrashing. But he wasn’t done.

His tongue felt bruised as he pulled it out of her cunt, but he ignored the pain and slid it up her slit to her twitching clit. Limestone made an incoherent noise as he circled it gently, and pushed her hooves against the back of his head.

“You like that?” rumbled Macintosh smugly.

“Abb aha! Ab ha!” growled Limestone, pushing his mouth back down towards her clit.

Macintosh licked in slow, lazy circles. Limestone whimpered and writhed; her hips gyrated in a way that told him he wasn’t going fast enough for her. Too bad. He was gonna take his time with this one — with a lot of mares, more orgasms just made them hornier, and a hornier mare meant more fun for him when his turn came. His tongue glided over her tender flesh. Her little double nub pulsed with her heartbeat, hot, hungry, needy. Macintosh looked up between her thighs. She was trembling and she had both hooves over her eyes. A stream of drool rolled down her cheek. He gave her clit a hard push with his tongue, and she bucked so hard she whacked him in the nose with her pubic bone.

Blinking away the pain, he put his hooves on her flat little teats to hold her still and did that again. Pushed it up, let go, pushed it up against. Licking her like a very tiny popsicle, he pushed her deeper and deeper into pleasure. Her thighs vibrated against his ears. She let out a shriek so high pitched Macintosh could barely hear it, and hot mare goo squirted across his jaw and splashes against his neck.

“En… eh… enough!” wailed Limestone, kicking his head away frantically.

Macintosh wiped his throat and licked Limestone’s goo off his hoof. “Was it good for you?”

“Asshole. Please fuck me now.”

A tingle shot down Macintosh’s spine, and his cock pulsed, squirting pre across the bedsheets. He lined his shaft up with Limestone’s pussy. It looked like an elephant’s trunk lying next to an ant hole. “I think we’re gonna need some lube,” he said.

Limestone struggled to push her torso up and shoved her bangs out of her eyes. “Why? It's it too big? Can we not do it?”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way, but we gotta prepare.” Macintosh sat up in bed. “Apple Bloom!”

His sister stuck her head in the door. “What’s up, daddy?”

“Please tell me Applejack was lying when she said we didn’t have any lube.”

Apple Bloom grinned. “We got enough lube to birth a whole herd of hogs! How much you need?”

“A jar. A big one.”

A few minutes later Apple bloom waddled in on her hind legs, carrying a jar of clear goop bigger than her chest. “Think that'll be enough?”

Macintosh stuck a hoof in, and it came out glistening. “Twilight’s special?”

“Yup!”

“That'll do.”

They shared a kiss, and Macintosh stroked Apple Bloom’s ass cheek on her way out, feeling the way the tight-tied cord of her apron dug into her butt. Then he soaked his cock in lube, covering every inch of it with a thick layer.

“Do you need help?” said Limestone, still on her back.

“Nope.” He scooped up a hoof full of goop and rubbed it gently into Limestone’s pussy. “You ready? It'll be easier if you rolled over. Abyssinian style is hard to do.”

Limestone grinned. “Nope. I’m not going to turn my back on you for a second. Anyway. I wanna watch.”

Macintosh chuckled. “All right.” He lifted her hind legs, hooves poking up into the air and spread as wide as they’d go. Then he slid his cock up against the mouth of her tiny cunt and started pushing gently. The crown pushed uselessly against her little lips for the first half dozen thrusts, then the lube began to do its work, and he felt her gradually sliding open.

“Oh. Oh Harmony,” gasped Limestone, her voice trembling with anxiety. She held her forehooves curled protectively against her chest.

“You’re tense. Do you need me to stop?” rumbled Macintosh.

“No. I’m tough. I can take it. Just be gentle. Please.”

“How about I rub against your outside for a while?”

Limestone nodded. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly and regularly, her narrow rib cage rising and falling gently. Macintosh knelt over her on his hocks and rubbed his cock back and forth against her pussy. It felt nice — not something he could get off on unless she pushed her thighs together, but nice. Too bad her teats weren’t bigger, or he could fuck ‘em. Pregnant mares had big teats. He wondered if he’d get a chance to play with any of them after he knocked ‘em up. Applejack, at least. That was a nice thought.

As he thrust, he felt Limestone’s posture soften, her muscles loosen. Her cunt felt a little more open — or was it his imagination? He didn’t ask; he didn’t want to rush her. But Limestone reached out a hoof and pushed the crown of his cock back towards her pussy. “In.”

“Eyup.” He moved as slowly and carefully as he could. Her lips, massaged into submission, spread around his cock. He gasped — her flesh closed in like quicksand, gripping him hot and pulling him deep. She felt amazing inside; a supple softness in sharp contrast to her rough personality. He wanted to slam his way into her, to feel that softness all the way to his balls, but he gritted his teeth and held back. He needed to make sure she enjoyed herself — not only because he was a gentlepony, but because he wanted her to offer her sublime cunt up to him again.

“It’s so big!” groaned Limestone.

Macintosh grinned. He knew damn well how big his cock was, but all the mares had to tell him about it anyway, and he sure didn’t get tired of hearing it. “You like it big? It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“Shut up and fuck me harder.”

He pushed forward inch by inch, long cock sliding gradually into the thin, glossy O of Limestone’s stretched, virgin pussy lips. His forehooves gripped her thighs, holding her steady, enjoying the way her lean muscles flexed as she twisted underneath him. “How do you like getting fucked?”

“ You’re touching my clit… touching everything inside me. I want more.” She looked up at him, eyes glistening with a vulnerability he’d never seen in her before. He thrust, pushing into her almost to the medial ring, and he hit something that wouldn’t give any more. Limestone gave a startled gasp and arched her back. “What are you doing to me!”

“Hit your womb, honey,” said Macintosh. “Does it hurt?”

“Feels a little funny. I’m okay.” She slid her hand down her belly. “Can I feel?”

Macintosh nodded. She poked at the slight bulge his massive cock made in her thin belly; he felt her probing hoof through the wall of her abdomen. “You’re filling my whole tummy,” she purred excitedly.

Macintosh nodded. “I wanna fuck you. I don’t think it’s safe to go any deeper in you. But you feel so good.”

Limestone rubbed her hooftip at her clit. “Make me cum?”

Macintosh smirked. “I’ll do my best. Hard without the ring.”

Limestone grabbed the back of her knees, pulling her hooves back to the sides of her head. Her pussy opened out around Macintosh, and he found himself sliding deeper in. “V-virgin?”

She laughed. “I’ve always been flexible. Come on. I’m a tough girl. Have your fun. But if you come before I do, you’re in shit city, got it?”

Macintosh nodded frantically. A little bit of extra room wasn’t a bad thing; it created some suction, and let him get in up to the ring. He slid in and out in short jabs, rocking Limestone’s body back and forth on the bed, his medial ring plucking at her clit. She gasped and rolled her head back on the bed. “Harder!” she groaned.

Macintosh wanted to object, to hold back, but his hips had a mind of their own. The jabbed forward, slamming his flare into her foal hatch, pushing her slowly across the bed. His balls boiled; he wanted to cum, but he had to hold back. The bed groaned under them, wood frame shaking under an assault it had never endured before. Her pussy slurped at his cock, squelching hungrily, flexing around him. Limestone called out with rising desire.

His thrusts pushed her head over the edge of the bed. She looked up at him with fire in her eyes. “Don’t you dare fucking cum. Don’t you.. don’t you… Oh, Harmony!”

Her pussy slammed down on him, clenching so hard he felt like she would wring him out like a tube of toothpaste. Her body twitched, all four legs stuck out straight, and she screamed. Macintosh bit down on his tongue, trying not to cum, trying not to get squeezed out by Limestone’s clenching pussy muscles.

“F-fuck,” she groaned, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m not crying.”

“You ain’t,” lied Macintosh.

“Cum in me, you limp-dicked little faggot.”

Orgasm rolled over Macintosh like an avalanche flattening a hapless skier. Blinding bliss blasted through his body in a wave. His balls pulsed. He felt the first gob of cum rushing through his shaft to blast against Limestone’s womb hatch. The seal of her pussy around his cock kept the cum from leaking out, and there was no space in her cunt. The only place for his load to go was her womb. Her tummy grew with every squirt until it rose in a smooth dome over her skinny body.
“What the hell. Is this normal?” said Limestone, looking at her distended belly in awe.

“Holy Harmony.” Macintosh slid one hoof over the curve of her belly and then wiggled it from side to side. He could hear her uterus slosh when he wiggled her tummy. “Are you pregnant already?”

“I hope the foal gets my brains,” growled Limestone.