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Mac Daddy Driver
Big Macintosh had to suppress a nervous swallow as he sat across from Igneous Pie, the older stallion with an utterly stone-faced expression on his face.
He’d been dreading this scenario for weeks now, but with him and Marble wanting to be together, he knew that the right and honorable thing to do was to come to the Pie farm in order to ask for her parents’ blessing to court her. It was the least he could do for them after the whole Heart’s Warming Eve fiasco. Pinkie Pie--Applejack’s ever-excitable friend and Marble’s older sister--had been over the moon when he’d told her about him and Marble’s mutual attraction; having readily encouraged him to come to the Pies’ rock farm to talk things over with her and Marble’s parents.
Mac had never been in a serious relationship like this before, so even after dressing himself up to look as proper and respectable as possible, he’d been just shy of sweating bullets on the train ride to the farm--yet Pinkie, who had insisted on going over to help vouch for him, had assured him she had full confidence he would earn their approval to date their youngest daughter.
But as he felt the stoic, unflinching gaze of Igneous Rock Pie seemed to bore a hole through his very soul, Big Mac could feel no such assurance. Sitting at Mac’s left was Marble, who glanced nervously between him and her father, but hadn’t said a word since Igneous had directed them into the living room of the Pie family’s house. Pinkie sat at his right, her bright smile never faltering in the face of her father’s stony expression. Cloudy Quartz sat faithfully at her husband’s side, likewise haven’t said a word since they had all sat down… And, much like her husband, she hadn’t taken her eyes off of Big Mac since they had met him at the door.
Somehow, the way Marble and Pinkie’s mother looked at him made the young stallion feel more uncomfortable than her husband did. She wasn’t hostile, in any sense--in fact, she seemed quite demure. Perhaps too demure, as whenever their gazes met, Cloudy Quartz would look away from him. But when he wasn’t looking her way, Big Mac could feel her gazing at him with heated intensity. He thought it was crazy, but it was almost as if...
“Big Macintosh,” Igneous began, the Pie patriarch finally breaking his silence, causing Big Mac to lose his train of thought as he nearly jolted upright at his name being called. “You would seek to court my daughter?”
Summoning up all of his courage, the young stallion responded with an affirmative nod. “Y-yessir. Ah know our two families had a bit of a rocky start back on Hearth's Warmin’ Eve--”
Pinkie’s sniggering interrupted him, the mare covering her mouth in a vain attempt to conceal her laughing smile. “Rocky start…!”
“Pinkamena,” Igneous chided his excitable daughter, “Let him finish.”
Clearing his throat, Mac continued. “Well, ever since we first met, Marble and me… well, Ah’m not much a talker most of the time, an’ Ah think we saw each other as kindred spirits in that regard. We’ve gotten to know one another since then, and for lack of better terms, sir, we’ve... found there’s a mutual attraction between us.”
The older stallion turned to his youngest daughter. “Do you feel likewise, Marble?”
In answer, Marble placed one of her dainty hands atop Big Mac’s own, a rosy tint to her cheeks as she nodded to her father. “...Mm-hm.”
Pinkie interjected, “Ever since Hearth's Warming Eve, Mac and Marble were reeeaaally keen to start learning more about our families, so they talk a lot whenever Marble comes to Ponyville!”
For half a heartbeat, Big Mac was terrified that Pinkie would go into spiels about him and Marble spending significant amounts of time together. And with how traditional the Pie family was, if they were to understand what that implied… well, he wasn’t keen to find out whether or not that blunderbuss hanging on the wall was a decorative piece.
But it seemed that Mac had dodged a figurative and literal bullet, as Igneous either didn’t seem to realize that, or he wasn’t concerned with it. Instead, he nodded in approval, saying, “It is good to see that the two of you wish to help bond our families further in such a way. However, that alone will not suffice to gain my approval, Big Macintosh. Given what your grand-mare Smith has told me of you the last time we spoke, your breeding is certainly not in question--your prodigious strength is self-evident enough. But I’m not sure you have the necessary precision for rock farming.”
Big Mac scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Ah won’t deny I had a rough time of it when last we were here. Crackin’ open and shapin’ rocks ain’t exactly the same science as apple-buckin’. But Ah’m willin’ to learn, sir--not just to court your daughter, but to better understand your family, too.”
Igneous studied Big Mac’s face for a moment, before he nodded in approval. “That is good to hear. I shall confess that you appear to have many other worthy qualities to you, aside from your strength and breeding. You have a very even temper and a gentle disposition, soft-spoken in manner, and humble in demeanor... and, you are very loyal to your family and those you love.”
The older stallion nodded as he listed off Big Mac’s qualities before he turned to Marble. “But I require one more affirmation before I can be certain of my decision. So, I will ask this most important of questions; does he make you happy, Marble?”
Big Mac blushed as Marble looked at him with the demure smile and soulful eyes that he had come to so love about the mare. Her tone was very upbeat as she looked at her father with the same, beaming face. “Mm-hm!”
At that, Igneous’ stern countenance slowly gave way to a small, yet warm smile before he simply said, “I see. Very well, then.”
With trepidation, Big Mac asked, “Sir, does that mean you…?”
The Pie patriarch gave him an approving nod. “Big Macintosh, you have my blessing to court my daughter.”
Big Mac’s throat was suddenly dry all of a sudden. Trying to keep from giving a hacking cough at this amazing turn of events, he drew a sigh of relief.
Then an actual cough broke out from the table. Mac’s eyes traveled to the source, and quite an impressive source it was. Cloud’s face was turned away from Mac’s, but she was still looking at him from the corner of her eye. The half-lidded gaze she shot him reminded him of Cheerilee’s lovestruck leers, back around that tumultuous Hearts and Hooves Day event.
Well - thank goodness the lovestruck tempo Cheerilee had shown then was behind him, right? Turning to Igneous Big Mac finally spoke. “S’an honor Igneous. Maybe Ah could get another pitcher of water? Ah think Cloudy and Ah might need to wet our whistles.”
Igneous head dipped down, a smile that had a mountain load of secrets following. Mac knew quite well of deception; her sister being its literal Elemental opposite allowed him some talent in finding out when somepony was holding something back. But somehow, when Igneous spoke, it sure didn’t sound like a lie. “Oh, I see. Well don’t worry, Mac - I’ve no doubt you and my wife will be wetting your whistles soon enough.”
“Well, thank you, sir.” Mac grinned; Igneous was such a nice guy, bein’ that quick on the drinks. It was a nice change from how their families had last met around the dinner table, that was for certain. Cloudy herself was the most pleasant change of all; staring at Mac more fondly - almost bordering on penetratingly. Leaning forward to deepen her gaze on the stallion her tail swished back and forth on her chair, a teal metronome to the clock in the room, and twice as focused.
“And I did mean all I said about your amazing breeding stock too, Mac. Allow me to call down Maud; she should be able to get you your water.”.
Odd, Mac thought, Igneous returnin’ to that thing about breedin’. But Ah got the green-light to go for Marble - so Ah’m gonna keep mum on that.
At that moment, however, a sharp rumble rang from the straps nearest to their dining room. The commission, however, was loud and clear to everypony assembled at the table.
“Surely, you can’t be fuckin’ serious!”
“Mom told you about calling Marble and me Shirley. And I am serious.”
Big Mac’s eyebrows perked up upon seeing Limestone and Maud storming out from a side door. Maud was calm, almost to a fault as she let Limestone get ahead of her. Limestone, well… “After everything Mom’s been bitchin’ a--”
“Language, Lime.” her father scolded.
“Fine. What Mom’s been complaining about every night since last Hearts and Hooves--”
“Which we also explained to her every month since.” Maud pointed out.
“And all the doctor's notes and shit-tier care of Dad?! I-”
“--Language!”
Limestone’s jaw dropped in disbelief, but she obeyed. “T-those trash pills we got for Dad, and you’re still gonna say we don’t have a problem?”
“Never said that, Lime.” Maud rubbed a hand to her temple. “I said that if we did do this we’d need someone too strapping to resist and too honest to blab.” Her eyes shot to Mac for a second. “And we found it.”
“Uh, what are they talking about?”
“A slight family hiccup, I assure you, Macintosh.” Igneous turned slowly toward Limestone’s direction. “And if Lime wishes to eat in this room for the next month, she’ll be so kind as to keep it from our humble guest’s ears that--”
Maud turned to Mac. “Our dad will be out tonight: do you think you could sleep with our mom?”
Igneous’s jaw dropped at the monotone but blunt ask from Maud. Limestone’s scowl, however, broke into a wide grin. “Knew I wouldn’t be the first to spill. Yo Pinkie, pay up!”
Big Mac almost face-planted into the table, before exclaiming in a high-pitched tone, “...Ah’m sorry, WHAT?!?”
Igneous gave a long-winded sigh. “I apologize for my daughter’s bluntness, Macintosh. Maud, I was hoping we might be able to explain the situation to him first.”
Maud’s rebuttal continued to give Big Mac metaphorical blunt force trauma. “Mom looks like she’s about to pounce on him.”
A short gasp came from the direction of Cloudy Quartz, and when Big Mac--who was still reeling from the shock of Maud’s words--looked her way, she adamantly refused to do so in kind. She had an almost guilty look to her face, though her cheeks were still thoroughly flushed, her tail still swayed from side to side, and her eyes still burned with what Big Mac now realized was naked desire.
Realization dawned on him. Or rather, it hit him like a freight train. She’s been eyein’ me like a prime-cut hayburger this whole damn time?! In front of her own husband? Her daughters?!?
With horror, he looked towards Marble, unable to even begin imagining what kind of reaction she was having to this madness unfolding before them. She herself also refused to look his way, her eyes closed and her own cheeks as flushed as her mother’s; resulting in a thoroughly embarrassed look on her face.
Big Mac was fairly sure he was about to have some kind of a nervous breakdown, but Igneous’s voice cut through the mounting insanity. “Quartz, go and freshen yourself up before you scare the poor colt off. Limestone, boil up some mineral tea so we can calm his nerves.”
Cloudy, who had almost appeared in a trace as she eyed Big Mac, seemed to snap out of it at her husband’s words, and the shame on her face became all the more apparent as she nodded obediently to her husband, unable to look in his direction. “Y-yes, dear,” she demurred, before standing up and quietly making her way out of the living room without another word… though Big Mac could still feel her hot gaze on him as she climbed the stairs.
One piping hot cup of tea later, Igneous began to explain. “I know that all must have been as shocking as it was abrupt for you to hear, Big Macintosh--especially considering your purpose in coming to my abode. As you can see, my wife is… deeply amorous at the moment, and I have been unable to please her of late.”
The tea had helped to somewhat alleviate his nervousness, but Big Mac still felt floored by the fact Igneous was so readily admitting all of this right in front of him. “A-Ah’m so sorry, sir,” Big Macintosh stuttered. “Ah swear, Ah had no idea, much less any intention ta--”
“It’s quite alright,” Igneous said with a stolid, even nonchalant tone as he sipped his tea. “I had a plan ready for tonight, to try to make the mood proper. I only hope her urges hold out until then.”
Judging by those baby blue eyes heading right up the steps, however, Mac did not share in his soon-to-be father-in-law’s hopes.
“L-listen, Marble, Ah’m… not sure I can do this.”
Marble hadn’t said a word during this time. All she’d done was shrug, with an increasingly visible red hue growing on her silver cheeks. But Big Mac couldn’t stop talking now, scares his heart might plummet into the floorboards if he stopped.
“I mean, first Maud, now your ma…”
Another shrug.
“Goodness, if Gran was half as... forward as Big Mam-no, Miss Quartz, AJ’d be daisy-pushin’ from shock! Ah’m not sure whether to stop or keep think--nnope, definitely stop thinkin’ ‘bout that.”
Marble saluted Mac in approval of his tack, but was otherwise still neutral-faced.
“Then there’s the fact that Pinkie’s here, which… goodness, if Ah screw up and she hears, what happens when the Elements-? Eeyup, right back to not thinkin’ about that. Marble, Ah swear…”
Another shrug.
“C’mon, Marble. At least give me a sign I can hear about what I should-”
“It’s fine.”
Mac stopped. His hands, outstretched toward Marble, ran back through his sandy hair. “Y-you mean my thinkin’ or...”
“The… working over of Mom.” Marble’s words were barely audible squeaks among the heavy swings of the ceiling fan in her room. “I-I’m aware you’ve managed to resist for so long. And… that you’re willing to admit it... “ A wad of sticky salvia fought down her throat. “I… like that I’m that strong a port for you.”
The red stallion clasped Marble’s dainty hand in her own.“S-sure. You know I’d do anything for you.”
Marble smiled. “Then in this case, I ‘d prefer the term anypony.”
“Is this because of our time in during the treehouse?” asked Mac.
“N-no. Thankfully the wood gave out before my legs did..” She quickly nodded. “But I would like it if we could decide on a better excuse this time than ‘a loose bugbear’.”
“The Crusaders did accept it a bit fast, yeah.”
“I… it might be because our hips moved fast enough to be confused for buzzing,” Marble twiddled her fingers. “But... you can g-go on, Mac. Please. Make Mom as happy as I made you.”
Big Mac, after a while, turned and softly embraced the grey mare. One of his hands patted her back. “Think that’ll be impossible, Marb. Nopony’s made me as happy as you made me.” he said. “But for you, Ah’ll try.”
A grey lip trembled as the door snapped closed behind her. Slowly, Marble considered this new development in their relationship. Before, their biggest issues - as Apples and Pies - were over who was forcing customs on who. Now, with this carnal call from Cloudy, Mac was almost falling over himself to do right by her. It made her feel wanted… and Mac looked all the hotter for it.
Marble hadn’t felt that type of pride often.
Then her cheeks got even hotter when pink forelimbs latched onto her barrel and vaulted her out of her window.Too surprised to scream, Marble found herself a floor lower in the main family room, Pinkie the catapulter and Limestone her greeter.
“Maud took Dad to the doc; Snowheart’s on call and we’ve got a movie slotted up, thanks to big sis,” Limestone grinned. “Guess who that means you stay with till Maud’s back?”
Marble eeped. “M-movie?”
Pinkie bobbed at those words. “Yep! Apple Bloom got Babs to bring one over from Manehattan! Said Maud’s poetry gave her the idea to watch some Discoltvery Channel!” With a windmilling flourish, Pinkie presented the small box to her sisters. “We can see how it works during our quiet night in! I’ll even keep reeeeal quiet too, Pinkie Promise!”
Marble, going through the waved motions, let her one uncovered eye sweep towards the direction only Cloudy’s bedroom. She had a hunch the night wouldn’t remain quiet long--and that Pinkie was quickly moving the volume tab to its highest pitch.
A light smile crossed Marble’s lips at that. Small miracles, right?
Big Mac’s hoof-steps resounded heavily as he approached Cloudy and Igneous’ room. So loud were they that he was almost grateful for the far louder crreeeak their door made as he opened it. Normally the trim stallion would have knocked, but both the ajar position of the door and his viciously on-edge nerves spurred him to enter quickly.
Something which, he thought, was likely what Igneous wanted him to do to Cloudy too.
Behind the door was a spacious room. Timber lengths arched up into a neat connection over the king-sized bed to the right, which had silver-trimmed turquoise covers over it. Behind the untouched comforters were four surprisingly plain pillows. The dresser nearby was handled with the same care, its sparkling grey surface polished to such a shine that Mac thought it was granite. And if it was, it was a lot like the entrance to a spring, as steam trickled from the door next to it.
This time, however, neither Igneous nor Cloudy were in it.
And despite himself, Mac traveled further into the room. His sane mind was begging him to leave, before he jeopardized his relationship with the Pie family. He’d just gotten Igneous' blessing; rushing to have it taken away was not the nature of an Apple family pony.
Unfortunately, what was in the nature of an Apple, however, was curiosity. Truth and reward alike didn’t just walk into one’s pockets after all.
And so, Macintosh walked further into the room, around the bed, looking for anything that'd tell him the nature of the mare that he had to romance, his eyes finally caught something. To the left of the bed was a wooden spindle and spinning wheel, which Mac nearly missed thanks to the fluffy towels draped over the bed poster in front of it. It clearly wasn’t Igneous’ tools of the trade either; the carved writing of Cloudy's name on the bottom of the weaving board showed that.
But through this artifact, Big Mac saw just more to hint at what type of mare Cloudy was. Several of Cloudy’s finished clothes were there - the cross-stitched weave of Maud’s newest smock being the most vivid. The dark teal thread in it showed it was a repair, and Mac’s eyes marvel at how well the dress would accentuate the curves of the roctorate-searching Maud.
Apparently, Cloudy was quite ready to give her children any advantage they could get in life. It was inspiring, surprisingly sly, and just the slightest bit hot. Mac swallowed as he wondered what the Pie family matron would weave for Marble now that she and Mac were an item.
Beyond the newest of Pinkie’s bright sweaters and two new halter tops for Limestone - Mac could tell by the cursive names sewn into the backs of the collars - he found the last of Cloudy’s creations. Much like the others, it showed a broad and well-talented hand at work. However, this cut was far smaller. Mac strained to remember if the Pies had a pet that fit as large a collar as he saw; its silver studs and knotted braid of a leash twisting in the steamy winds from the room beyond.
Maybe it’s for Gummy - she did make some clothes for Pinkie, Mac thought as he looked for a name on the inside of the collar. No identification greeted his jade eyes, though. Or maybe Marble’s surprisin’ me with one? I know we’ve got Winona, but a brother’s always welcome. Might have to get a name ready. Like Bud, or Lee, or…
His eyes finally found a tiny tag under the collar.
Or ‘Cloudy.’ Seems a weird name, but whatever floats Marb’s b-
“Wait, Cloudy!?” Big Mac barely got a hand over his mouth in time. That the sound was kept from anypony else’s ears was the good news. That the figure within the outside room was coming out from a clearly running shower was the bad news.
Releasing a gate of mist that reminded Mac of that new game Apple Bloom was hooked on thanks to that colt Button Mash -Dark Soles, was it? thought Mac- was Cloudy Quartz herself. As Mac eeped and covered his eyes, she cocked her hip and looked up at her new intruder. Her fist knuckled in at her hip, barely past the hem of the towel stretched across her wide hips.
“Oh, I didn’t know you’d be here this early,” she whispered.
Mac wanted to melt through the wooden floor of the room. “S-sorry, ma’am, I’ll be out of here-”
“Do sit down, Mac, you’ll stub a hoof trying to leave like you are.”
Mac, short on options, obeyed Cloudy, plopping his rump onto the covers with a soft thump, his tail going still at how squashy the bed felt. “Miss Quartz! I didn’t mean to pry in. I just saw these.”
Cloudy’s face dropped a bit, shaking her head to free the wet tresses of turquoise hair from in front of her eyes before she suddenly flung her towel directly into Big Mac’s face. “I see. Well, before I ask the question, allow me to change. I trust you can keep your eyes closed.”
“Eeyup!” All the better to entertain thoroughly debased fantasies of what Cloudy would look like nude.
Mac swore he felt Cloudy’s tail flick by his snout as she turned to her dresser. “Really, Macintosh, I wonder about you.” The cabinet doors creaked open. “Watching as I studied you.” Cloudy’s feet left the floor for scant seconds, Mac guessing she was slipping on underwear now. “Dreaming up some way to see me alone.” Something soft and light rustled in the air - likely her top falling onto her shoulders. “Oh, that’d be just dandy for you. Especially with what my children accuse me of bringing up.”
Mac swallowed thickly, waiting as Cloudy finally reached up for the towel off his face. Well, that was it. Cloudy was going to override her husband's blessing, wasn’t she?
“So now, I ask thee...”
Then the white furry fabric was suddenly whirled off.
“...what took you so long?”
Mac’s jaw nearly sank into the frame of the bed. Before him was Cloudy Quartz, and she had definitely changed from before. A soft silk night shift flowed around her shoulders and chest, softly cupping at her generous rack. Just behind it was a sheer and downright scandalous silk babydoll gripping her hourglass figure. Mac didn’t know what was more shocking; that Cloudy’s figure remained so taut after four children, or how every curve of that figure shone through transparent fabric.
Were it not for the lacy bands of black at the breast line and crotch, it’d be like Cloudy never removed that towel. “C-cloudy…” breathed Mac, his heart rate skyrocketing. No, scratch that. Reverse it.
Yet, his jumbled thoughts didn’t stop Cloudy from responding. “So, Mac, how long have you imagined me like this?” she asked, tilting her head and staring at him through lidded eyes. Even the bun atop her head and the glasses on her snout bobbed with her bountiful breasts.
“We-ll, Cloudy-ah!” Suddenly, Cloudy’s left hand was grabbing his thigh tightly. It was also dangerously close to his churning nuts, swelling at the sensation of Cloudy’s questing fingers.
Cloudy leaned her head down. Now Big Mac’s noggin was being baked by both his bubbling lust and Cloudy’s hot breath washing over his face. “Goodness, Mac, so modest. Just like Marble; I can see why she fancies you. And I love it.” she whispered. “And I also love how rough you two can go at each other, too.”
Before, Mac’s embarrassment would have put him out on his back. Now, it was all he could do to not push Cloudy’s back to the way and show her how rough he’d been. Futilely, he tried for one last attempt at diplomacy. “Look, I know Igneous said you were trying for another kid, but-”
“‘Trying’ isn’t how this is gonna go, Maaac…” Much like his family’s famous cider, pure lust dripped off Cloudy’s lips on the last word. “I’ve seen how much redder you get around me. You want me. You want Marble. And I say, right now… you can have both.”
“I.. can…”
Cloudy’s hand, traveling close to the bulge in his pants, moved to fist in his top and pull him up. “I want a fifth Pie, Mac. And you are going to breed me until I have it. Now is the time to show me that you’re… massive enough for Marble.” Then Cloudy’s hand, for the first time, grasped onto the bulb of his cock and tugged.
It was like starting the engine of a train. Mac could feel the last dregs of his self-restraint shoot out of his flared nostrils like a steam whistle. For now, Marble skittered like a… well, marble from his mind - Cloudy was offering him both herself and her daughter, and Mac could not resist that perverted proposition.
Seizing her by the shoulders, Mac pulled Cloudy in until she was pressed against his broad chest, before wrapping his arms around her back, until their bodies were practically grinding into one another. Even through the fabric of her nightshirt, he could feel the softness of her body against his rippling muscles. The older mare let out a wanton moan as he pulled her in, her breath hot against his skin. Taking one hand to cup the back of her head, he leaned down and forcefully brought her in for a deep, passionate kiss.
Despite her words of reluctance from earlier, Marble’s mother lustfully reciprocated, offering up no resistance to Mac’s advances. Instead, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and parted her lips to let his tongue slide into her mouth, her own tongue eagerly dancing with his.
All too soon, their lips broke. Cloudy’s lips soon found a new target, pecking down Big Mac’s neck as he growled ferally.
“My goodness Mac... such a gentlecolt,” she purred as she sucked thirstily at Mac’s collarbone “But you’re here to ravage me.” Her hips crashed against Mac’s, allowing her to feel his breath wash right down the back of her neck.
The feel of Mac’s cock around her thighs made Cloudy’s mind tunnel. She could imagine it at work: stretching out her throat, caving in her pussy walls, filling her with its virile cum-jets. The powerful rush of emotion made Cloudy’s legs tremble, and so did Mac’s hands as he pushed her away slightly. Cloudy wanted to protest at first, but then those mighty hands gripped tight in her silk and pulled in opposite directions. The torn cloth fell from Cloudy’s shoulders in translucent shreds, her exposed chest thrusting itself to him by instinct.
Clearly, Mac couldn’t resist such a succulent offering.
He was already losing his mind to the nerve-sizzling lust her body gave to him, especially when she thrust out her chest to his already hypnotized eyes. He knelt down to clamp his lips around one of her bare nipples. His move up also brought her feet off of the ground, moaning in Mac’s embrace as he turned around and brought them to the bed’s edge.
Easing Cloudy down so she sat on it, Mac’s hands went to his shirt, undoing it one button at a time. But Cloudy surprised even herself with how her hands rushed to undo another part of Mac. With a rough tug, Big Mac’s pants and boxers fell to the floor, the heavy clank of his belt hitting the floor ringing through the room.
Sitting at eye level, though was Cloudy’s reward for pulling off her shameless act; thirteen inches of prime-grade Big Mac fuckstick. Glistening in the soft light of the bedroom, its crimson veins danced appetizingly across Cloudy’s sight. And with a bulb almost as big as her fist, Cloudy could only imagine how good it felt spreading her snatch wide. Immediately she started gushing under her babydoll, a sultry whinny escaping her lips the altar of virility twitching before her.
Mac didn’t have the heart - or the breath in his lungs - to tell Cloudy that he wasn’t even fully hard yet.
From the way Cloudy’s eyes dilated as she saw it, Mac figured that her throat would find that out soon enough.
“I need this… in me,” she gasped, her tongue flitting out in one loop to wet her lips. Then she opened her jaw wide and swallowed him whole in one forward thrust, making Mac wail in shock. Her snout nearly crinkled as it ground against Mac’s groin.
Mac’s brain rebooted on the spot as he threw his head back. Not even Marble had taken his entire stallionhood in one go, no matter how hard he was. Yet here was Cloudy, gurgling merrily on his shaft as it ballooned in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it like a rock-candy pop. The soft pits and pats of drool hitting the floor were right in sync with Mac’s wild heartbeat.
Then somehow, Cloudy went faster on his throbbing shaft. Her head twisted and turned, swiveling her lips around Mac’s shiny cock like a ratchet. “C-Cloudy, dammit, slow down!” Big Mac gasped. The lewd slurping sounds, the scorching heat of her mouth, the imprint her hollowing cheeks made around his cock as she sucked, it was too much. But his body betrayed his words, as his fingers launched into Cloudy’s hair and kept her from pulling away.
Cloudy froze him with a look, so full of lust and want that he was powerless in its almost gravitic pull. That her muzzle was still full of stallionhood as she slowly batted her eyelashes at Mac didn’t diminish the intensity of her stare whatsoever. Closing her hand to one of Mac's she pulled Mac’s hand off and brought it under her throat to feel his own cock as it was pistoned in and out of her throat. Cloudy’s other hand moved right to Mac's fat ballsack, fondling the twin tests there and purring at the life surging within them.
For a while, Mac wondered how Cloudy could even breathe. From what his rough palm felt around her bulging member, her windpipe was plenty occupied. And her snout spending every other second buried in his crotch as she deepthroated him, he feared for her poor lungs. Most pressing of all, Mac was close. The vigorous headbanging and sloshing sounds of Cloudy’s tongue twirling around his massive ramrod made his body shudder. Even now, his balls swelled further, ready to launch their payload down the Pie family matron’s throat.
Then Cloudy gurgled out three times, and even Mac could tell the wave her mouth stretched to demand he cum in her. Who was Mac to withhold seeing from a hungry beast?
He erupted down her mouth, his feed-bags twitching under Cloudy’s fingers as everything in those testes shot down her throat in sticky ropes. Cloudy’s stomach warmed and swelled at once, with the force of his load. His hips bucked, already too locked in Cloudy’s throat, and the feel of his own hands feeling his dick’s outline in Cloudy’s gullet extended his orgasm.
When he pulled back, his crimson cockhead shiny with saliva and sperm, Cloudy was almost blue-faced from air deprivation. Regardless, she hungrily lolled out her tongue, shivering as the last ropes of Mac’s cum splattered over her waiting mouth. Her chest heaved in beautiful swells as she swallowed every last drop of this crimson-coated stud’s sperm. Slowly, her teary eyes locked back onto Mac’s that shat, still hard despite his heavy drain.
Before Mac knew it, Cloudly leaped onto him with an animalistic moan, her legs spreading on either side of his thighs and trapping his hands. Mac worked his fingers just under Cloudy’s gyrating groin, and they soon found Cloudy's sloppy slot, reveling in the needy gasp Cloudy let out. As she ground her hips against the new intrusion, Cloudy squirmed on Mac’s lap, her hands gripping his shoulders as his finger finally slipped into her cunt.
Between the rough feel of Mac’s fingers and the diamond-hard dick right in front of her clit, Cloudy was on cloud nine. Pleasure seeped through her, an intoxicating brew that made her lungs turn to jelly as she shook in his embrace. She ground her hips relentlessly against both of Mac’s hands and his third leg, her nub and walls quivering under the constant assault.
Cloudy thrashed even harder, her eyes unfocusing as Mac drove deeper into her walls. Her hands greedily pulled at her babydoll top hems, freeing her entire torso to Mac’s eager view. With the material slacking at her waist, she leaned forward, squashing her soft breasts against his sweaty face. “Ooh, Mac!” she cried in desperate bliss as Mac’s tongue found a hardened nipple.
“Dammit…!” he said, his sanity scorched in the wake of Cloudy’s libido. “So buckin’ needy!”
“Yes! Celestia, yes! Make me cum! Make me pregnant Make me yo-aaaaah, yes!” Her hips surged against his giant dick one last time, then burst around the fingers jammed in it when Mac added a fourth. It felt like his cock was stuffed in her again, and her pussy reacted in kind, trapping and soaking his fingers. Crystalline sap soaked the bed as they fell into the bed together, Cloudy’s hips an uncontrollable piston as the ground against his digits.
Mac, right on his back in the squashy covers, was still plugged foul of supple Cloudy tits. His mind was lost, drowning in both her soft fun balloons and the bittersweet musk of her twat. All that remained was the burning, primal need. And stuck under the thrashing Cloudy, purring in her afterglow, he wanted nothing more than to breed her till she filled the fucking room.
With a roll of his hips, he made Cloudy gasp wetly as he suddenly pinned her to the bed. Their breaths came in sweltering puffs, teeth bared, drool mingling in Cloudy’s maw in strings.
“Go ahead, Mac…” Cloudy hoarsely said. “I’m ready, my lovely stud. D-do-ah, oh FUCK~!”
Burying himself in Cloudy’s weeping quim tore a rapturous shriek from her mouth - a bestial, pleasured sound Mac decided then and there he’d reduce her vocabulary to before the night was done. She squirted hotly around him, the dry heat scorching around his core being met with wet heat sloshing from her snatch.
For the crimson stallion, however, Cloudy’s orgasm from just having him in her was nothing yet. His sack still swelled hungrily under him his eyes dilated as she stared at the feast of supple skin and moaning lips splayed before him. He needed to have his fill in this quaint Pie home, and by Faust, he’d get it.
Without a second, Mac started sliding in and out of the mewling Cloudy, determined to bring her another climax to match the calamitous one building within him. Slowly, he moved to adjust, wrenching Cloudy’s wrists together to pin them both with one of his sweaty palms. The other went down to her pussy’s twinking bead, molding and pinching it carefully as Marble had taught him so often.
The effect was as immediate as it was insidiously hot. “Ooooooh, yes! F-fuck me, Mac! S-sweet Faust, when did you get this g-good!” Cloudy’s hips quaked, her breath hitched beautifully, and her legs wrapped tightly around his flanks. Even more of his granite-hard girth slipped into her at the feeling and This time he feel his medial ring kiss the tip of her waiting walls.
Well, no time like the present to make the most of this family meeting.
With a shuddering grunt, Mac’s muscles bunched up, finally driving himself to the having hilt inside Cloudy’s slit. The squelch of his ring finally sealing him in place around this buxom matriarch’s mine was music to Mac’s ears. And with only scant seconds to spare around Cloudy’s throaty purrs, he started to move back and forth.
Cloudy’s back shot off the sweat-soaked covers until only her shoulder blades touched cotton, her generous tits bouncing enticingly with each clapclapclap of her hips and Mac’s. The way she shuddered and wailed under his methodical pounding, one would think it was lightning and not cock that the crimson stallion had propelled into her.
But if all those electric pulses through her thoroughly trenched body gave her anything, it was bliss. Mac was definitely the right pony, both for Marble and for her - despite the sweat leaking off his body, his strokes hit her spongy G-spot with surgical precision. Despite how she thought Mac couldn’t possibly pound her deeper and rawer, the steel-tight tendons building at his thighs proved her delightfully wrong. And if she thought the orgasm this wonderful Apple-raised stallion had brought her to before was a deluge, the one now building in her loins threatened to rival Rainbow Falls itself in its sticky intensity.
With one final thrust, that promised land hit for the meat-stuffed mother of four - and counting. Slamming her lips to Big Mac’s to keep her scream from waking the dead, flashbulbs blew out in her vision, her pussy walls vice-tight around Mac as she hurtled into climax again. This time, Mac followed seconds behind her, the constriction on his fucklog too much for even him to stave off. His rumbling howl rumbled the entire bed they were on, despite the steamy kiss he was sharing with Cloudy as his first pulse of seed flew down his cock’s startling length.
The first blast packed the womb his dickhead had flared its way into with one go, syrupy warmth welling in Cloudy’s core and stretching it to capacity. The rest then came chugging down that cumvein of Mac’s, one after the other, filling out her pussy’s entire length, making her lower-body tingle and extending her orgasm. Her tongue twisted in Mac’s mouth to thank him, bucking into the braying stallion as his hot cream and her hotter juices sloshed out from her cunt.
The bed beneath them, however, had hit its limits of graciousness, splitting at the center with a cannon-like crack as Mac and Cloudy fellt into its divet.
This was it; at this point, Cloudy was fully satisfied with what she’d seen in the massive Mac. As he finally rolled off her, still the epitome of consideration even with his muscles quaking with fatigue, Cloudy knew the Pie family’s ranks might have doubled overnight thanks to Mac’s prodigious load.To say nothing of their fortunes; if anypony was wholly on board on the Apple and Pie families getting closer together, it was Cloudy, with sweat and seed alike glazing her graceful body.
“So… he asked, his flaxen mane drifting from his snout with every word.. “Was this… rough and tumble enough?”
Cloudy, after re-remembering how to say words beyond “Mac,” “faster,” and “oh fuck”, gave the stallion his answer. “Astoundingly… so…”
Mac nodded his gratitude, then tried to roll off of the ruined bed. Slowly, he reached for the first thing to wrap around his naked body - which happened to be the towel that Cloudy had formerly wound around his eyes. He turned an even brighter shade of red realizing it, and how Cloudy’s scent - one of blackberries and limes - flooded his nostrils again. Almost as if it was a memento of how fragrant the now thoroughly cum-packed Pie matriarch was before he made her a treat all her own.
A well-churned, sticky creampie.
Then a sharp rap on the door made Mac’s ears shoot up in shock as he hurtled behind the new crack between the headboard and the wall.
“I head a crash - is everything all right, my dear?” Igneous’s voice was sharp, but an undercurrent of concern shot across it that made guilt flash for a second across his face.
Cloudy’s face, however, was a different story. “No worries, my beloved!” she shouted back, a dopey smile on her face. “Just the ceiling fan in the bathroom - I think it fell!”
“Again?” And the irritation in Igneous’ voice hinted at a far bigger story than Mac knew. “Curse it, I told Limestone her friends’ visits would bring the foundations down one day! Hold on, I’ll get-”
“Don’t worry about either!” Cloudy said. “I have the tools and that stepladder. Just bring Limestone up in a couple of minutes.”
“Okay then, but…” Igneous sounded unsure, but continued on, his head not beaching the crack in the door. “Are you sure? You already said you were stuffed from the meal - it might be an imposition to have you re-secure that fan.”
“... well, there’s also that fine Apple stallion I can call on too.” Her eyebrows wiggled salaciously at Mac, still crouched behind her headboard. “After all… Mac’s an expert on nailing, isn’t he?”
Mac fought back the instinctual urge to throw in an ayeeeep.
“Alright then, my Cloudy. Till the next morn, then.” And Igneous’s hoofalls soon faded away.
Then Mac flopped from his cubby onto the bed again, cringing at how the springs groaned their last under his bulk.
“Wow… that was close.” he breathed.
“I don’t know. Doing something this risky, this ranunchy…” Cloudy brought a finger up to her still-wet lips. “It makes me feel Marble’s age again.”
Mac tried to keep from fainting at the utterly mouthwatering though of Cloudy with a body as taut and perky as Marble's. Certainly, he’d have a lot to think of this tomorrow. Or nine months from now, given how very pregant the Pie matriarch looked.
But apparently Cloudy had that on her mind too. “Not to worry; Igneous and I shall be up to some tricks in the dark - he’s quite the fan of blindfold play. Your secret shall be safe with me, Mac.”
“And I definitely cannot wait to hear how well you treat the other Elements’ mothers.”
Mac sucked in a breath, his mind drifting to thoughts of - wait, what? “C-Cloudy, you know about the Elements?!”
Cloudy quirked a curious eyebrow at Mac. “Our family makes deliveries to Ponyville on the regular; think we do not converse with the other families visiting? Miss Twilight Velvet is , especially good company - she requested I let her know if you were as… well-fit as your town’s mares claim.”
Mac would have tried to bury himself in the covers if the rut in the bed hadn’t stolen them. “Oh…” he whimpered.
Cloudy chuckled. “And if there’s anypony who’d love to know just how strapping the stallions are that her Wonderbolt daughter has written about…”
It took several seconds for Mac’s still fuck-drunk mind to put the pieces together. “Rainbow D-Dash’s mother? Windy Whistles!?” By god, Dash was already the spitting image of sexually insatiable; how would the mother of such a debauched dynamo be?
“Ooh, you know already!” Cloudy covetously rubbed a hand along her seed-swollen stomach. “I hope you’ve the stamina to get them happy too - they’ve offered to pitch in for your wedding to my dear Marble.” Then Cloudly leaned forward to lay a wet kiss upon Mac’s cheek. “Which, by the way, I consider her the luckiest mare in Equestria for snagging.”
Mac, accepting the praise on the outside by drawing Cloudy into another hot kiss, was a mental mess on the inside. Yes, his mission here had succeeded; both Pie parents were wholly on board with him courting Marble, and he even had a way to take the next step without inconveniencing his wonderful family. Goodness, he even got into Cloudy’s gooey depths, and he didn’t think he’d found anyplace tighter for his cock to nestle in besides Marble’s beautiful mouth.
But trying to satisfy the parents of the Princess of Friendship and the Element of Loyalty? That made sweat bead at his neck, tears well at his eyes, pre bead at his cock-tip.
Wait.
What?
Mac looked down and realized; ayep, he was once again stiff as a steel girder. Veins thrummed with every instance his mind shot him of Cloudy, and Twilight Velvet, and Windy Whistles. Apparently his libido was more honest than him at this moment, Applejack’s hopes to the contrary be damned.
Two MILFs were in his future now.
Two MILFs asking to see how he could handle them.
Two MILFs that would help him and Marble’s dreams come true.
Welp, Mac thought as he curled back into the seat-soaked mattress. An’ here I was, starting this day worried about how one Element’s parent was sizin’ me up.
