Tranquilité

by P-Berry

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Pear Butter, Romance, Porn
Length: 1972

Pear Butter enjoys a calm evening on the Apple Family's farm.

Pear Butter enjoys a calm evening on the Apple Family's farm.

Contains: Solo Female masturbation. Estrus.

Credit for the cover go to Ponkssfmworks!

Props to Pahňázd for inspiring this whole thing and proofreading.

Published 2020-08-30 08:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-08-30 08:00:00 UTC

Tranquilité

It was a beautiful summer evening on the Apple family's farm. A hot afternoon had given way to a far milder, more pleasant evening, and by now things had cooled down to just the right temperature to sit outside and… enjoy.

By a small pond, not too far away from the farm's main building, was standing a single apple tree, offering some mild shade to the light orange earth pony mare sitting below it.

Pear Butter looked up, using her hand to brush a strand of her curly orange mane out of her face as she raised her head. Her gaze went over the apple orchards that presented themselves to her - rows and rows of apple trees, all of them carrying tons upon tons of delicious-looking apples of all colors.

The earth pony mare sighed softly. Beautiful as that sight was, it still filled her with some sorrow. She had come to accept the apple farm as her new home, though as much as it pained her to admit it, part of her heart was still with the Pears - the people she had considered her closest family for the better half of her life.

She swallowed, quickly shaking her head as sadness threatened to overwhelm her.

No. No, she had… she had made her decision. And so had the Pears.

She was part of the Apple family now.

And really…

Pear felt her heart flutter slightly as she turned her head to look over to the farm building.

She really couldn't complain. She had a good life with the Apples - Granny Smith, who treated her like a daughter of her own, two amazing children, and of course…

She felt her heart flutter again as she saw his face in her mental eye, her lips involuntarily curling into a smile.

Bright Mac. The love of her life… and her husband.

Pear gave a soft sigh as her thoughts went back to him, her mind drawing up all the wonderful days… and nights she had spent with him.

Really, she would be lying to say that she had never questioned her choice of leaving her family to live with the Apples, but the second she thought of Mac… of him and their lovely children, she knew she had made the right call.

The mare sat still for a few moments, letting these thoughts sink into her mind, before another, more… delicate feeling overcame her.

She leaned back, her back resting against the tree behind her as she adjusted her legs to be a little further apart, revealing her crotch. Wearing only hotpants and a lumberjack shirt -courtesy to her husband- her legs were bare, and she couldn't ignore the scent that hit her as she spread her legs. That… particular musk that announced without a doubt that it was this time of the month again.

Pear Butter closed her eyes, feeling her face heat up slightly as her thoughts were involuntarily drawn back to her husband. Though this time around, her thoughts were of a… different nature.

She squirmed a bit, feeling how the temperature inside her seemed to be rising with every moment that passed.

She let out a small, hot breath, her thoughts drawn back to those more… intimate moments she had spent with Bright Mac. Particularly…

She closed her eyes, mind going back to this particular night in fall a few years ago. Hiding on the hayloft together with Mac, cuddling up against the cold, and sharing a wonderful night together, followed by…

Pear Butter heard herself gasp, her hands slowly running over her exposed thighs.

The result of this night had been a wonderful little filly by the name of Applejack, who was currently in the farm building, being babysat by Granny Smith.

Pear felt a smile form on her face, her thoughts going back to the thrill… the excitement, and the pleasant anticipation of being a mother.

She could feel herself tremble softly, a pleasant shudder running down her spine. Maybe… maybe it was her estrus-ridden mind running high on endorphins, but in this second…

Slowly, slowly and carefully, her right hand inched closer to her crotch, the mare feeling the heat that radiated off it even through the fabric of her denim shorts. She shuddered.

… she wanted another baby.

The mare bit her lip, thoughts of desire and craving overwhelming her mind, her body doing what it was programmed to do and sending waves of pleasure down to her crotch. Maybe… maybe she could just…

She straightened herself up slightly, slowly looking around to make sure nobody was watching. As would be expected, the Apple family's farm was deserted, everyone having since retreated into the farm building for their well-deserved rest.

She was all by herself.

Feeling how a smile of anticipation and pleasure formed on her face, Pear slowly let her right hand slide downward, over her chest, her slight midriff-cushion -having two foals would definitely leave its mark on you- before eventually making its way down to her belt line, where it easily slipped past her shorts and into her underwear. The small tuft of hair on her pubic mound was traversed quickly, and the mare could feel a twitch run through her body as her hand touched her hot and waiting folds.

She shivered again, eyes drifting shut and head dropping back as she slowly started massaging herself with her fingers, a pleased smile spreading over her face. Her body seemed to appreciate the effort, though deep down she knew nothing compared to… him.

She let out a slow, hot breath. "Mac…" she whispered slowly as her hand gradually increased its pace, forming circular motions over her moist pussy.

Sighing, she pressed her lips together and let herself sink back against the tree behind her, her body tensing up as her hand stopped… and relaxing again as she slowly inserted her index finger into her heated entrance.

"Aaah~" she couldn't contain a gasp at the sensation. Just one finger was by no means enough to satisfy that craving burning deep inside her, but as she had penetrated herself, her phantasy had gone wild, drawing up the mental image of Bright Mac looming over her, looking at her with those lovely green eyes of is, saying how much he loved her as he slowly pushed forward and-

"Ah!" Pear Butter gasped again, louder this time, as her middle finger joined its twin in pleasuring herself, the sensation now a bit more akin to what her husband was carrying between his legs.

She drew in a sharp breath, feeling her tail swish underneath her, and brought up her free, left hand, slowly guiding it up to her chest, and her ample bust.

"You know I love them~" she heard Mac say in her mind, well aware that he had a weakness for her breasts.

"Yes I do…" Pear Butter responded to her imaginary husband, a smile on her face. Her left hand gave her right boob a firm squeeze, just the way Bright Mac would do it, and the mare gasped, feeling her nipples go hard as she pictured her husband fondling her breasts, leaning over her and kissing her gently.

She swallowed, her hand squeezing her breast again, before swiftly pulling back, only to slip under her plaid shirt moments after, squishing itself between the soft fabric and her breast, before cupping it and giving it another squeeze, her mind imagining it was Bright's hand groping her in his unmistakable way.

The mare shivered again, hearing his voice in her head as he said he loved her… then tightened her grip around her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers, and letting out an aroused gasp in return.

Her breathing was becoming heavier, and she could tell that she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

Her right hand continuing to pleasure herself, she tensed up, pressing her butt against the ground beneath her. "Come on, let's see 'em~" she heard Mac say in her mind, and lifted her left hand, pushing her shirt upward and sliding it over her breasts.

A few tense seconds, and her supple breasts finally popped free, first the right one, then the left one, slipping out from beneath her shirt with a subtle but noticeable bounce to them.

"There we go~" imaginary Bright Mac said with a pleased ring to his voice, and Pear trembled as she once again led her free hand over her chest, squishing her ample mammaries, before again pinching her nipple, imagining it was Bright's mouth wrapping itself around them and giving them a gentle suck.

She drew in another sharp breath, noticing how her right hand once again picked up the pace, penetrating her folds faster and faster and…

Pear froze for just a split second as she felt her own orgasm approach, her toes curling as she imagined her husband saying that he was close.

She drew in a shaky breath, clenching her teeth as her mouth uttered the five words she knew Mac would hear before the end of the week.

"Put a baby in me."

That. That did it.

Feeling how her fingers sped up for the grand finale, imagining Bright atop her as he huffed, pressing herself against her, his stallionhood deep inside her… she came.

A warm wave of pleasure overcame her, and she had to bite down on her lip, hard, to stop herself from screaming out. Her crotch exploded with heat, a rivulet of her juices running over her inner thighs and soaking her pants as she pressed her head against the tree behind her, her leg twitching with the rhythm of the pleasure waves that ran through her.

It lasted for a few blissful moments, Pear carried away on a stream of pleasure, before she could slowly feel her orgasm die down. The pleasant tingling in her crotch was again reduced to a faint, distant sensation, and the mare was left in a sweaty, moist, but satisfied heap as she rested against the tree, only slowly managing to catch her breath.

Eventually, she pulled her hand back from her crotch, and her left hand let go of her breast, the supple appendage showing faint red marks from 'Bright Mac's' attention.

She gasped, raising her left hand to again adjust her curly mane, before taking a deep breath, her eyes going back towards the apple orchards in front of her, mind drawn back to her… to their future that was awaiting her here.

She could feel a smile creep on her face, a feeling of deep, genuine happiness overcoming her, and she sighed.

"I love you, Mac." she uttered softly, and felt how bliss washed over her… before being crudely interrupted by the sound of steps coming closer from the direction of the farm house.

Pear tensed up, ready to quickly cover herself up if Big Macintosh or Applejack -or God forbid Granny Smith- had come looking for her.

However, she felt a weight fall from her shoulders as her ears picked up this particular voice. The voice that could calm her down when she was furious; that could pick her up when she had fallen; that could assure her that everything will be fine as long as they were together… his voice.

"Buttercup?" Bright Mac called out for his wife, coming closer to the sole apple tree facing away from the farm building.

Pear relaxed noticeably, now no longer feeling the urge to get dressed.

No, in fact…

She turned her head, looking to the side as Bright Mac walked past the tree, not seeing his wife sitting on the ground, before turning around, eyes widening as he spotted her sitting there half-exposed.

Pear Butter smiled as she locked eyes with her beloved husband.

She might just get undressed further.