Marble's Macintosh Mounting
She was a good girl. That’s how everypony always saw her, and that’s how most will always see her.
Marble Pie never really did think too much of where her life could lead outside of the rock farm back home. When you keep your world to a boundary made by a wooden fence, old family traditions involving a giant boulder, and only tales of your eccentric sister to hear about the outside world, anything and everything can feel like a wonder. For Marble, it became enough that she sought to spend time outside of the farm and go to Ponyville on the excuse of finding herself and her purpose for the world beyond just breaking rocks. Her father had given her his blessing, and she wrote to them twice a week to tell them how well things were going.
She was very careful to not tell them about the stripping job.
Igneous and Cloudy Quartz didn’t need to know about Crystal Noire, the cover name and her stage name at the Eclipse Lounge. Pinkie of all ponies had brought her there one night on a “girl’s night” of fun. It had been such a shock to her system the first time she’d walked in to see such open displays of provocative dancing, uncovered skin, and all the rampant lust in the air for the performers on stage. It made her body shake, her eyes widen, and she almost felt like running until she saw one man in particular in the audience.
The same man she’s wanted since he first appeared in her life. The strongest stallion of few words and many feelings, many nights of passion alone in her bed dedicated to the lustful daydreams of him claiming her as lover, wife, and personal harlot. Big Macintosh Apple. He hadn’t seen her in there with Pinkie by some miracle, but knowing he was the kind of man who watched such performances - albeit stoically, quietly as he did everything else in life - was enough to get Marble interested.
And now? The Marble back then would hardly believe where she was now.
“Please, welcome to the stage, our one and only, the diamond in the rough: Crystal Noire!”
When the curtains parted to unveil her, you’d almost think Marble had somehow wandered onto the wrong part of the stage. This performance had her dressed in a long white sundress that covered her whole body, save for her arms and her head. Atop her head was a simple wide sunhat, and as the music started to play around her, she would sashay her way towards the pole, soaking up the whistles of the regulars and the wide eyes of the newcomers. When she got to the pole, her tail gave a long slow wave behind her before she did a turnabout on her heels, letting a light wind billow about her and raise her dress up.
Long, smooth grey legs revealed themselves, clad in black leggings that hugged her curves tightly as the dress continued to lift. The practiced motion allowed Marble to fling the dress away with one gesture, revealing the rest of her body as she brought her arms behind her head to flaunt her long hair. It was one of her best personal features, her hair, next to her figure. Where before it had been used to help her hide her expressions from the public, now it served as a teasing cover to let her be sultry and seductive.
Taking hold of the pole as she moved, the grey-toned mare moved with ease as she and the pole spun, curling one leg around it and sliding down to bring herself to a kneeling position on the floor. Each member of the Pie family was blessed in some regard or another: Pinkie had the extra plushness, Maud had the buns, Limestone had the legs. Marble found her blessing in the hefty chest she bore, something her old self used to keep covered with bulky clothes at almost all times and all seasons. But here and now, that prominent cleavage was on display in a tight-fitting black bra that was struggling to keep her decency. She pouted her glossy, full lips to the crowd and arched her back, putting herself on display before lifting up with her arms and pulling herself up onto the pole so her legs could lock around it.
“WHOO!”
“TAKE IT OFF!”
“GO CRYSTAL GO!”
The cheers and catcalls topped off her confidence as she allowed the pole to spin her around slowly, the upside-down perspective hardly the dizzying view it was compared to the first time she’d clung to the pole. Gone was the shy, cautious, quiet girl; here and now sat a full-fledged woman, daring the world to look at her as she climbed down and crawled on the platform towards the edge. A few lucky men leaned in, waving paper money bills in her direction as she paused to regard them while tossing her hair back.
Choosing at random, the stripper picked a young looking blonde stallion and plucked the bill from his outstretched hand. With a playful wink, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra strap with one finger - a practiced feat - and let her bra fall into his hand in exchange. He viewed the item as if it were precious gold, his mates cheering him on and her as well. Marble returned to the pole and let her gaze browse the crowd as she swayed her hips, grinding on the pole until…
There he was. Her favorite.
Knowing Big Mac would be watching her had been part of the drive to get Marble to stay on the stage and learn the ropes, in the beginning. She wanted him to look at her, to want her, to enjoy the sight of her. Her violet eyes met his soulful green in an elongated stare, and she held his gaze as she came down to a deep squat, legs spread wide as she cooed for the audience. At least, it looked that way to any regular onlooker; between her and him, she knew he knew it was for him. It was a little game between them, to see who’d rustle up who first. This time it was her victory, as his face colored darker and he glanced aside.
That victory lit up her spirit, a playful moan leaving her as she continued her performance and resumed her dance upon the pole. Crystal Noire occupied the evening, but Marble Pie cheered inside at another night of being the delight for Big Mac’s eyes.
“Hey Crystal, hun. I need you for a minute.”
It was another evening at the Eclipse Lounge, another night for Marble to work and hope to see her darling in the audience. It had been a few days since she’d last seen him, either in public or in the lounge, and it had been a little cause for worry. Talking to Pinkie told her he had been called away on a trip with family, and he would be back soon. Of course, she knew that he wouldn’t be there every night. Celestia knows how Applejack would take to such a habit from her older brother.
But a girl in love could dream, couldn’t she?
“What is it, Sapphire?” She asked. The mare in question had short blue hair to match her namesake, a wig placed with magic to cover her identity. All the girls knew it was an unspoken rule to not give away their identities or alter egos in public. They enjoyed this freedom, this form of entertainment for themselves and for the audience; Marble honestly half wondered if Twilight had ever pondered on the values of Friendship between exotic dancers.
“You got another VIP request tonight, but I think it’s one you’re gonna like.”
Marble hummed in thought as she turned to the nearest vanity mirror to inspect her makeup. “It’s not that one traveling pony from Saddle Arabia, is it? I’m not that good of a belly dancer.”
“Nah-ah, this is somepony else. The cream of the crop. Mr. Big Macintosh himself.”
A few nearby dancers stopped as Marble froze in place. She looked over her shoulder to Sapphire, the one eye peeking past her long hair watching the mare cautiously.
“...Big Mac? He asked for me?”
“Mmhmm. Came to the boss and said he wanted a one on one round with just you. He didn’t use your real name, just your stage name. But wow; what favor did you give Celestia to get a lucky chance with that hunk?”
Marble’s hands trembled a little as she fiddled with the sleeve of her robe, the pink fluffy garment a momentary comfort to the excitement in her veins then. “H-he asked, for me. O-oh my.”
“It’s ok, right? He’s not a problem?”
“NO!” Marble exclaimed before calming herself. “No. Not at all. I…I want this. Absolutely. He’s…I-I’ve been hoping he’d ask, one day.”
“Ooooh, you’re sweet on him! Go get him, honey. I just hope you can walk afterwards.” Sapphire said, giving the grey-haired mare a playful nudge before walking away. “I’ll let the boss know you greenlit it.”
Marble turned back to the mirror and thought of what was coming her way. The fluffy robe she had on suddenly felt more like a comfort blanket than clothing, clutching at a sleeve as she thought to herself. Finally, a chance to be alone with him. No interfering family. No intruding problems. Just her, and the man of her literal dreams for her to perform for.
It was a little difficult to steady her legs as a quiver of desire ran through her. “I better take those potions I saved…”
To believe that Marble was a blushing virgin to the shadier side of this kind of job was a fool’s errand; shy she could be, but smart she definitely was. The mare knew many a man would lust after her, and knew that on occasion, she had to bend her own personal rules to keep a client entertained and happy with her and the business. Not doing so would’ve caused trouble for her. Of course, the ones who got a little too handsy or a little too aggressive, she could call security on and be done with it. It made some nights…difficult.
But tonight would be a much more different night. She wouldn’t need the security wristband tonight; if Mac wanted to get ahold of her, she’d welcome him with arms and legs wide open.
The VIP rooms weren’t overly large, as most were aimed to be used for direct one on one performances. The room itself consisted of three plush looking red chairs surrounding a stripper’s platform, this one having a cozier aesthetic of fabric lined surfaces than just hard plastic or tile. The room itself bore plush brown carpeting, and each one sported even a small mini bar if either the dancer or client desired a drink. The dark colored walls were soundproofed for privacy, as the unspoken rule of the VIP rooms was “what happens in here, stays in here”. Unless you decided to break the rules, of course.
Having checked her appearance twice before going into the room through a private backway entry, Marble’s confidence wavered just a little on spying Mac seated in one of the chairs through the one-way viewer glass the back door had on it. He was dressed plainly enough, sporting his usual red flannel shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, and work jeans that were a little faded and sported the occasional spot of dirt a working pony like him would no doubt have after a day in the fields. It was a little unusual; he seemed almost antsy. He wanted to be there, didn’t he?
“Mac…I’ll make you glad you came to me.” She whispered to herself, steeling her resolve and stepping on inside.
The stallion jerked his head up from the sound of the door opening, and stood up. Marble had to smile at his politeness, even in a place like this where others would abandon their morals at the door. She’d slipped on a yellow sundress this time, but it was one that held a more personal worth to her and to him as well. He smiled at her when she came to a stop in front of him.
“Marble. I uh…I hope I’m not takin’ up your evening much.” He said to her.
“Mm-mm. I’m happy you asked for me.” She reached out with a hand and rested it on his forearm, stroking it slowly. “I like seeing you out there, in the audience. Doing a private show for you is great by me.”
“I-I know it’s…not my usual thing to do. But uh…well. I wanted to see you after being away awhile and…heh.” His bashfulness was endearing to her, as she led him to the closest seat. She picked the sofa, both for the sake of his size and knowing it was probably the cleanest furniture in there. “Your dress looks mighty pretty. Ain’t it kin to the one I gave you last Hearth’s Warming?”
“It’s not just kin; it is the same dress.” She did a small turnabout, the ends of the skirt twirling in the air for a moment. “I always think of you when I wear it. Of course, being here means I don’t get to wear it for too long.”
“Should I uh…let you go ahead?”
Marble smiled, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “You can relax here. Just sit back and watch.” She turned away and took a few steps before looking over her shoulder to watch him as she pulled the dress off and over her form, tossing her long hair back once she was free of the dress’ confines. The snow white lingerie beneath was a little more fanciful than her usual simple bra and panties, consisting of leggings and a corset this time that embraced her curves and pushed her bountiful breasts together. Seeing he was watching with wide eyes, she strutted on her heels up the small walkway and onto the stage.
Most folks didn’t know it, but in these rooms, the mare on stage could control their music with a tap of their foot. So when Marble simply tapped her heel once near the pole, a gentle saxophone started to fill the room before she hugged herself to the pole, the cool metal making her sigh on reflex before peering over at Big Mac. He was watching, eyes wide and drinking in her appearance as she started to sway and move in time with the music. She relished him watching her, and slowly spun about to let herself perform and be his focus.
Of course, Marble knew that to get anywhere or anything with any client, she’d need to do more than just dance silently. You had to entice them, coax them, talk to them. Many men would claim to be stalwart and hard to crack, but too many had coughed up unbidden secrets and desires just with a little dancing, a little sweet talk, maybe a soft touch or two. She wanted Mac to feel he could talk to her, share with her. If she was to be his woman, she wanted him to open up to her.
And open her up later.
“I’m always happy to see you, Mac. You know that.” Marble said as she arched one leg up and around the pole, helping her to stay upright more readily as she talked to him. “But something tells me as happy as you are seeing me, you got something in your mind making you not happy.”
“Well…” he drawled out, looking aside for a moment. Marble waited; patience was an easy virtue to have when you lived on a rock farm most of your life. “...I’m just kinda…riled up a bit.”
“Uh-huh?” A stocking clad foot reached out towards him, a flick of her toes acting as a ‘continue’ gesture.
“Being with my family is nice, but they’re so…uptight. I can’t really relax with them around.” Mac told her, resting one long arm over the back of the couch. “If it ain’t Granny needing my help to get something, it’s AJ goin’ off and gettin’ into some kind of trouble. If it ain’t AJ, it’s Applebloom askin’ questions and trying to be grown up too early too soon. The wheel keeps on turning, and I’m the one tugging the wheel along to keep it turning.”
Marble let him continue as she danced, part of her enjoying hearing him talk. He had a strong voice, clear and with a southern drawl that she loved hearing utter her name. The mare hugged her body to the pole before swaying down it from side to side, keeping her rear directed in Big Mac’s direction and looking back at him over her shoulder. He was still talking, but his eyes were following her movements.
“I ain’t sayin’ I dislike my family. I never could. I love ‘em all to pieces.” He told her. “But some days, I wanna wake up and be in my own home. A home where it’s me and my own family, where ah’m needed as a man of the house, and not feelin’ like the babysitter and spare labor and all. It sounds kinda selfish, I know, but I can’t help wantin’ it.”
“I don’t think it’s selfish at all.” Marble replied, coming back up and using the pole as a grip for her legs before leaning back far enough to gaze at Mac upside down. Her long hair fell about her face, the tips almost touching the platform base while her bosom threatened to slip out from it’s silken confines. “Every man has a right to what they want to have. That can be a home, peace of mind. A woman all to their own.” The last part she offered with a smile, getting one in return from Mac.
“That last one’s awful nice to think about. Not that I had any company for two weeks now.”
Marble blinked in surprise, sliding down the pole and coming to a rest on the platform base itself for a moment. Where her bare skin touched the ground, there was a light tickle as she settled there. Her eyes never left him the whole time. “I would think you’d not have any trouble there. You’re very handsome. At least, I think so.” She added hastily, not wanting to come off too forward. Mac seemed to take it in stride as he watched her.
“Well, some mares ain’t too keen on private time shared in a space with yer grandma and yer two sisters in the same space. Kinda makes for less of a quiet moment and more of an unexpected family reunion.”
Marble giggled. “And this isn’t one here and now?”
Mac rubbed the back of his head. “...never was too clear on that exactly, to be honest. I mean, even if we were distant, distant cousins or somethin’, I uh…” he blushed.
“You can say it to me, Mac. I want to hear it from you.”
“...it don’t bother ya that I think you’re really, really pretty?”
Marble felt her heart swell at the genuine tone of his voice. She’d confronted herself awhile ago about the whole extended family tree business and decided privately to not bother. She cared more about him beyond familial relations could measure. The grey-coated mare stepped down from the platform and came over to where he sat, easily fitting herself in his lap. Up close like this, their difference in height and size was evident, the only close contender between them being her own bountiful bosom compared to his firm pecs beneath his shirt. With a slow and practiced grind against his front, she allowed a soft hum to leave her lips as she rested her hands on his broad shoulders.
“I’d love to hear you say that, and I’m welcome to more. Because I think you’re really really handsome, myself.” Marble’s hands gently rubbed his shoulders as she continued to grind in his lap while speaking, her cheeks warming as she could feel a bulge press against her groin through her lingerie. “Among other things, too. Like kind. And brave. Humble. And strong.”
“Mmmm.”
It was a low rumble in his throat, but it sent shivers down her spine being this close to him. Her tail flicked left and right behind her as she held his stare, violets staring into his green pools and watching him take in the sight of her undoing her bra with a single hand, a trick one of her fellow dancers had shown her to do. One simple shake of her shoulders made the loosened straps fall down her shoulders, the white cloth giving way to expose her full mounds in their entirety. She felt him tense a little under her at the reveal, but Marble swallowed her own nerves and continued to speak.
“You’re a real man to me, Mac. And if my man needs a woman to make him feel better, to take away all that stress and worry and to let him feel recognized? I’d do it for you. Day, night, back to back.” She leaned in closer and planted a gentle kiss right on his chin before continuing to whisper. “I can be your woman.”
“M-Marble…”
“I want to be. I really, really, want to be.” She assured him, sliding her hands up to the back of his neck and clasping them together. Whether it was by instinct or desire, Mac’s own big hands came to rest on her hips, still mindful enough to not go for her rump yet. “I want to be the reason you smile when you’re tired. The pony who can make your worries go away. I’d do anything and everything for you, and I’d serve every single need happily.” She felt something twitch against her groin, encouraging her to continue. “Especially the kind a woman can fulfill for a man.”
“Eeyup.” He let out, causing her to giggle at his verbal tick. “But I’m…I’m kinda big, Marble. If ya ain’t noticed.”
“Good.” She moved up to whisper in his ear. “All the better to stuff me full and ride me all night long, Mac. All you have to do is say yes. And I’m yours.”
There was quiet for a moment, save for the sensual jazz music still running in the air. Marble’s heart pounded in her chest as she peered up at him through loose gray locks of hair. He only had to utter one word to make her lips curl into a smile.
“...eeeyup.”
Nudity is something you have to get used to quickly in a career like stripping. It sounds silly to say it out loud, because it just feels like common sense to think about it. For Marble, casual nudity wasn’t common even though her household was almost entirely her family of sisters and parents. She had always done her best to keep her privacy and to never disrupt others’ as well. In this new life, however, the feeling of being entirely nude was strangely empowering for her. Ponies looking at her in a light of desire, of want, made her confidence in her appearance grow.
So it took next to nothing for her to strip off the rest of her getup - except the leggings, he liked her leggings - and indulge in Macintosh Apple all to her and his liking.
“Mmm…” Marble hummed as her lips squeezed around Mac’s hard shaft, her hands squeezing and caressing the base of his pillar as she worked her head up and down the first few inches. Mac was laid back, leaning onto the sofa back and keeping his legs spread wide for her benefit. But she wasn’t content to just kneel on the floor in front of him, no; Marble took it a step further and had herself resting on the sofa to his left, her upper torso draped over his lap with easy access to his cock.
When she’d first fished him out, the mottled pillar of stallion meat had nearly smacked her in the chin, no doubt eager to meet her after her riling him up and enticing him. Marble had nearly gone cross eyed looking at him, falling in love with the cock of her literal dreams. Just feeling the heat of his massive dick against her face had her wet in seconds before she went to work on him.
“Marble…that’s so good. Keep…ah, keep goin’.” He praised her, making her suck harder as she pulled up to the tip before sinking down further to halfway, hitting his medial ring and swallowing as he filled her throat. She was lucky; his cock had enough heft to actually favor her direction instead of pointing straight ahead, allowing her to maneuver him better. Marble drooled and let her saliva slip past her lips to keep him wet and slick.
His hand rested atop her head, something she’d silently yearned for as he guided her speed with gentle pushes and pulls. Ever the gentleman, he at first didn’t want to hurt her in any way. But Marble’s lustful insistence won him over as she continued to blow him. His other hand worked elsewhere, resting on her rear end with a single digit slowly sawing its way back and forth out of her soaked pussy.
Marble knew it might’ve been a lack of oxygen right then, but she sure felt like she was close to heaven.
“Mmm…ngha!” She gasped out as she came up and off his cock for a moment, gasping for breath before ducking her head down to kiss the base of his length, peppering it with love before burying her nose into his swollen balls and breathing in the heady musk he bore. She moaned freely as he fingered her faster, savoring the sensation before using her hand to lift his balls to her maw to let her suckle on them as his cock draped across her face and head. Marble was entirely beholden to his length, and gladly gave herself to him.
Mac’s sounds of enjoyment were music to her ears as she slurped and licked at his balls, shifting their weight around with her tongue and savoring the taste on said tongue as well. She never went this far for anypony else before, and found him to be almost intoxicating to her lust-driven mind. Every breath was a fresh intake of his musk, sweat, and pheromones, and she was content to stay there if he so wished. But a part of her was hungry for more, making her reluctantly let go once both of his balls had been soaked in spit.
“Told ya I was a big fella.” He spoke with a low tone, but one that she relished directed at her. It was strong, but never threatening or harmful. Marble smiled up at him past his length shadowing her face before she reached up to take hold of him again. Mac took to stroking the top of her head, a petting motion she leaned into for a moment.
“I’ve dreamed of doing this for you…for so -ooo-oo long.” She halfway moaned as he dug his finger deep into her pussy, slowly circling around and riling her up further. Tartarus, just his index finger was bigger than some of the stallions who’d tried to get with her!
“Ya like that, huh?”
“I love it. I-I…mmm,” she moaned again as he continued to pump in and out, but focused on the matter at hand. With a toss of her head, Marble had her hair pool around Mac’s length, making him slow his actions to watch her as she quickly enveloped his mast with her curtain of a gray mane. Hearing him moan softly encouraged Marble as she took hold of him by wrapping her mane around him, the handjob/hairjob combination coaxing more pleasurable noises out of him.
“Never had a mare try that before,” he grunted out, looking down at her with one eye closed, “but damn if it’s not a sight to see.”
“You’re worth the effort. But I’m not done yet.” She promised him, continuing to stroke him at a similar pace of him fingering her, fingers and hair gliding over his wet length with ease. She didn’t care if it made her a mess, it was all for him. Soon enough, her lust won over and she scooted closer to lift up and engulf his flat tip once more, the taste of his cock enveloping her senses again as she sunk down. Only now, she had a new goal to try and reach his base. The potions she’d taken earlier were a proper safeguard for her body; she didn’t need to worry about choking or getting hurt. It was only a matter of giving him the best experience she could.
“Ngn…glrk…ngh!”
The wet sounds coming from her throat only testified to her efforts, and how thick Mac’s mottled length was. But she wanted - needed - to feel him be wholly satisfied by her. She wanted to cement her place as an unforgettable, and unmatchable experience for the stallion in her grasp. Her face flushed red from effort and desire, the stripper pushed her mouth further down, urged on by her own wishes and the hand at the back of her head. He’d taken hold of a clump of her hair now, but still pushed down to help get her there.
Inch by inch, Marble found herself nearing his base. It felt so hot inside her mouth and throat, and his fingers - two of them now - continued to work away at her nethers. She could’ve stayed just like that and let him finger her to climax and been content. But with a swallow around him and a final push, she felt herself reach the base of his length, her nose bumping into his groin and making her legs tremble as realization lit up her brain.
‘I did it!’
The ecstasy her body felt from this had her moaning around his pillar, able to feel how every inch of him was stretching her and felt pleasantly warm inside her. He kept his fingers inside her as she climaxed around them, splashing her juices over his hand and the sofa below her while being muzzled by his cock as she was. Reason and thought came drifting back to her after a few seconds, making her raise her head up little by little until she was able to speak freely again. Strings of saliva connected her lips to the end of his drenched dick as she got her breath back.
“Can’t believe you took the whole thing.” Mac said, mystified by the erotic sight as he throbbed against Marble’s cheek and face. She took a couple gulps of fresh air before lustful eyes looked to him.
“Mac?”
“Yeah?”
Marble licked her lips, able to gather a brief taste of him still on her before she spoke again.
“...would you…fuck my throat until you cum?”
He throbbed at the vulgar invitation, but he didn’t get a chance to really reply before the grey-maned mare took him into her maw again. Now that she was loosened up by him, it was easier to take him down all the way, gliding thanks to her spit keeping him lubricated also. Hitting the base wasn’t as hard a feat to attain, and now she could suck him as she brought her head back up before diving down again. The smooth friction of his cock against her throat’s walls made her dedicate everything to him.
That sense of control was soon thrown out the window when she felt both of Big Mac’s hands take hold of her, one at the back of her head and the other on her shoulder. She didn’t resist him taking control of her and moaned as he started a series of short but fast thrusts that had Marble moaning between wet “glrk” sounds and the light slap of Mac’s balls against her cheek. She had entirely become his plaything, his sheath for his cock to relish to his liking. He moaned above her and continued to effectively work her throat like a fleshlight, making her near delirious from low oxygen and pleasure combined.
Mac continued to hold her there, never growing too fast or too violent with his motions. He was able to hit that perfect mix of lustful dominance yet mindful awareness that Marble could relish him as much as he was enjoying her. All too soon to her liking though, she felt him falter and start to swell even larger in her throat. The realization he was going to cum had her pussy soaked, and she was quick to lift up far enough that only half of him remained in her mouth and aimed to her throat. Her hands were quick to stroke the rest of him, rocketing him to climax as she sucked hard on his member.
“M-Marble!”
His sole word of warning was all that got let out before a hefty, thick splash of seed burst into Marble’s mouth, the first salvo of a pent-up orgasm Mac needed to let loose. Marble’s eyes widened at the weight of it hitting her tongue and splashing in her throat; it was like someone had blasted a splash of syrup into her mouth, but more bitter and thick. It was followed quickly by a second, prompting her to swallow fast or be left to drown in his essence. Half contemplating it for a moment earned Marble a third splash that spilled from her cock-filled lips to streak down her chin.
She drank of him as best she could, marveling at how backed up the Apple stallion was. His flow of seed seemed unending, yet she took to the task of continually swallowing down his load without hesitation. It warmed her spiritually and physically, to feel his essence pool inside her so much. If he had let loose this much inside her womb, well…Mother would have been delighted to expect triplets probably. Her hands slowly stroked him in time with his pulsating cock as his orgasm dwindled, giving Marble room to catch up and savor his taste on her tongue.
Only once the flow had stopped and her tongue could move without trouble did she pull off his member, panting lightly and wiping at her chin with the back of her hand. His off-white cum stained her fur, but she cherished it. He could’ve painted her in the stuff if he’d wanted, and she’d have bathed in it as if his seed would’ve baptized her into a new spiritual awakening. It took a second to realize he was watching her, and to also realize he was still rock hard.
“Y-you…taste good. To me.” She told him.
“Ya’ll drank that deeper than Dash tryin’ ta steal a barrel of cider.” He replied, making her grin.
“I’d happily do it again if you wanted. I-I’d do anything for you.”
“Anything?”
Marble felt her body tremble at the open-ended invitation. But there was no fear; only excitement. She nodded, brushing her hair back out of her face where it had been obscuring an eye. She felt Mac move as he stood up, lifting her with an ease that impressed her before he sat her back down on the sofa, and took hold of her legs at the ankles. Her face was red as she stared back up at him, happy to submit to his will.
“And if I wanted to take ya’ll right here n’ now? Plow ya’ll harder than a fresh Spring field and not stop until I’m satisfied?”
Marble’s breath hitched and she felt herself quiver as his cock slapped against her groin and belly, a visual indication of just how much stallion she was expecting to take in. To a lesser mare, it would’ve been intimidating. To an experienced mare, it would’ve meant maybe not walking so well the next day or two. But to Marble, it was a dream finally laid right before her eyes: the stallion of her dreams, naked from the waist down, fully hard and wanting her for himself.
“I would say…that I’m here to serve every need you have, Mac. Every need.” She reached down with her hands, one groping her right tit while the other went further down to caress his length lovingly. “You don’t stop until you feel satisfied.”
“Marble.” He uttered before rearing his hips back to let his wet tip prod at her marehood. She shook at the contact, but didn’t dare to look away as he pushed at her soaked folds. Even with all their earlier fun and plenty of lubricant between them, it was still an effort before he could finally slip into her welcoming pussy, the swollen lips stretching to accomodate him and making her gasp at the sensation.
“Yes! Ohhhhh, yes, finally.” She hissed out, her body tensing at first from the stiff intrusion. He maintained his grip on her ankles, keeping her legs up for her as he worked his hips forward, trying to get more of himself into her. It was slow going at first, as Marble had to get herself to relax enough to let him push into her. Despite his own obvious lust, Mac seemed fine with pacing things out, as he’d work only a couple inches in at a time. But with each passing gap, she felt more and more of him filling her and stretching her walls over and around his hot length.
Getting past the medial ring was an extra stretch, but a sinfully good one that had Marble gasping, breasts heaving and bouncing as she wiggled beneath Mac’s torso. The larger stallion had her pressed under him now, having taken off his shirt and tossed aside his pants in a lustful fit so they were both equally naked. She certainly had no objections, her hands running along his muscular back and committing the sensation on her fingers to memory. It was only once he’d finished moving that she opened her eyes and looked to her lover next to her, his cock throbbing and letting her feel each pulse from her core.
“How in the…ngh…heck, did ya’ll take all of me?” Mac muttered out.
She could absolutely feel him poking her innermost depths and beyond, idly realizing that if not for Mac’s torso over hers, she’d probably see him poking into her stomach almost.
“P-potions…I saved for this moment. This one chance.” Marble told him. “Rut me, Mac. Rut this mare and make her yours. I want…I want you to breed me. Claim me. Ohfuck,” she whimpered at feeling him twitch from her words, “F-fuck me.”
“Eeeyup.”
He reared back suddenly, pulling a good solid third of his cock out with him and making her nearly whine in protest at the motion. That protest died in a squeal as Mac shoved it all back into her, rough and firm, his body warm atop hers as she felt his breath wash over her neck. He was huge, in every sense, and she gave a silent prayer to Luna for the night to never end. Mac began to rock his hips, and soon had the whole couch rocking in motion with his thrusts as he worked himself in and out of Marble’s cunt.
“M-Mac! Oh Goddess!” Further utterings were lost as the stallion kissed her hard on the lips, inviting her to return the gesture as she clung to his frame with her arms around his middle, fingers clawing desperately to hold onto him as he bucked into her marehood. The longer it lasted, the easier it became for them both as she adjusted to his size. Soon he was clearing half of his length in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds of her walls clinging to him matched only by his grunts and the way his balls would slap against her bare skin. Sweat was growing on them both, leaving Marble to pant for breath as Mac broke off the kiss to lick at her neck, nibbling there as he continued to claim her.
She couldn’t have stopped herself climaxing again even if she wanted to try. The ecstasy of having him roughly thrusting his cock in and out of her, shaping her into his personal sleeve and taking all of his desires into herself was too much to hold back. She was muffled by his shoulder, her muzzle resting there as she squeezed around his cock in short, tense seconds that did nothing to slow him down. If anything, he went harder at it, and Marble felt herself pondering if it’d been a mistake to let Mac become so unchained with her.
Another orgasm dashed that thought and buried it six feet under.
If Mac had any indicator he was getting close, Marble couldn’t find it. So she did everything she could to help him enjoy her body and her sex at every opportunity. When he’d kiss her, she'd coax his tongue out with her own and lavish it with affection. When he’d shift and bury his head in her bosom, she did her best to keep her nipple next to his lips to suckle on and savor the sensation. She clenched and worked her marehood around his cock as best she could, pinned as she was in that mating press position. But knowing all of his lust was directed on her made it all the sweeter, every sweaty, couch-shaking, mind-melting moment.
By the time he did start to falter in pace and swell again in her tunnel, the couch was positively ruined for sure with a mix of their sweat and her cum having fallen upon it aplenty. It felt like she had run a marathon, and it made her wonder if Mac was anywhere close to tiring. But that thinking was lost as he kissed her lips, then her neck before stretching over her and groaning as he hilted himself inside of her.
“MaaaAAAC!” she whined out aloud as his seed burst inside of her, another flood not unlike the first. The difference now of course belonging to how he was flooding her womb with his essence, the hot and thick river of cum splashing against her insides and coating her pink walls with streams of white. She climaxed again from that realization, that he was seeding her, flooding her and claiming her. Marble almost regretted those potions now, delirious in a desire for him to give her his children to bear after such fulfilling sex.
He continued to pour into her, leaving her with the oddly pleasant sensation of a swelling feeling in her middle. All the while, she kissed and licked at his chest, the taste of him and his sweat a balm to her still burning lust. He relented from pinning her down only once he was done flooding her, easing up off of her and pulling out of her nethers with a sticking sounding “schlurp”, the mare almost groaning in protest from him withdrawing.
“...thought I might’ve…overdone it.” He panted out as he stood over her. Marble discovered that her legs were little more than floppy limbs for the moment, letting them dangle over the edge of the sofa for now. She could feel his cum pouring out from her stretched entrance, the white staining it further. Marble did wonder for a moment if she was imagining the way her belly seemed to be stretched out, but it looked more normal after a few moments of her womb being, effectively, unplugged.
“Mac, that’s…this is the best sex I’ve ever had. Ever.” She told him. “You’re just so…so perfect to me.”
“Ya sure that ain’t just the sex talkin?” He joked as she flopped to the side, still getting her breath back. “I didn’t go too hard, did I?”
“I can take harder.” She let out without thinking. This seemed to surprise Mac, who raised an eyebrow. His length had flagged a little but was starting to work itself back up as she watched him through lidded eyes, a hand wandering down to rub along her cum-soaked folds.
“Can ya now?”
She felt her face flush at the question. Here she was, laid bare before the man of her dreams, looking half wild and speckled with enough cum to mimic a cream-filled donut. Literally fingering her slightly sore cunt before his very eyes, even. He was watching her, and inside herself, she knew he still had at least one to go before he could say he was done.
“I’m not finished…” she said as she reached up and ran her fingers along his member, “until he’s finished. I-I want…more.”
“I reckon I can help with that.”
Gone was the world of the strip club, of her family, of Equestria itself from Marble’s mind. There was only the intimacy of the VIP room she and Mac were in, the blessed soundproofing doing it’s part to keep the outside world from hearing her ecstasy-ridden yelps. Celestia herself could’ve come through the door demanding she’d stop, and she’d tell her to shove the crown into Luna’s dark abyss of a rear instead. There was no way she could or would stop what she was experiencing.
Physically speaking, it was kinda out of her control too.
“Ngh! Harder! Harrngha! Mac!” Attempts to speak were not very successful for multiple reasons there and then, but the most obvious was being impaled on Mac’s rock-hard length as he held her upright in the air, his strength on display as he showed zero trouble in keeping her aloft while thrusting up into her willing marehood. She was positioned in a full nelson grip, Mac’s powerful arms hooked underneath her thighs and lifting up to keep her pulled tight against his chest. His hands came together at the back of her neck, cradling her and keeping her safe in his grasp.
The stallion only grunted and continued to thrust up into her, the grey-maned mare now nothing more than a true sleeve for his cock to fill. Her swollen lips hugged his stallion cock at every inch that passed through them, while her innermost walls coiled around him and squeezed when she could put forward the thought to do so. Being ravaged as she was, Marble’s head could only shake side to side at times, immersed in his musk and sweat when she’d breath in with her face against his chest.
She’d stopped trying to count the climaxes she’d had since they first began, too lost in the sea of pleasure she was experiencing. Her tits jiggled and bounced in a rhythmic circular motion, slapping against each other as her whole body would bounce. Every pass Mac made within her depths was a cycle of elation at being filled, followed by momentary despair of him withdrawing only to renew into ecstasy as he’d slam back in again and again. This was what it was like to be taken by the man she loved. To be claimed. To be bred by him.
A low whine left Marble’s throat as another spasm of pleasure surged from her core and throughout her body. From head to toe, she felt as if she’d finally found a place she wanted to be. Although it could’ve been dizziness from fatigue, flashes of images popped into her mind’s eye. Dancing for Mac again and again in the VIP room. Hidden trysts away from the club and away from Ponyville, like a lover’s rendezvous. Telling Igneous and Cloudy about the scores of new kin spawned between the pair and turning the farm into a more family friendly place.
Seeing Limestone literally burn in jealousy at scoring such a stud for a partner.
“Nnnggggh!” An almost guttural sound came from Marble’s throat as she clenched hard around Mac’s dick, almost slowing him down as he faltered in his stance just a little while she came hard around his cock. Her face flushed a deep maroon while her femcum squirted out onto the platform since they were facing its direction. It even got onto the metal pole, adding a shine to it that hadn’t been there before. “Yesyesyesyes!” She half whispered, half gasped for air.
“M-Marble…I ain’t got…much left to go!” Mac warned between thrusts, shifting his grip just a little to make sure he didn’t drop her by accident. His hands were sweaty against the back of her neck, but Marble only rocked her body more to try and pleasure him better.
“Inside. Inside! Oh Celestia, I need it inside me!” She begged of him. The open invitation was accepted as Mac all but jackhammered into her willing pussy, a few seconds feeling like a long eternity for the two before he gave a bellow and hilted himself inside of her again. Marble’s world went white, and she knew nothing but the warm, delightful sensation of his cock flooding her womb once more. Words failed her and him as they stayed locked together, every pulse of his cock echoing out from her marehood and throughout her very being.
Stuffed full by hard Apple dick as she was, there was nowhere for the cum to go but inside her womb, causing Marble to moan as she felt her middle swell out from the sheer weight he was putting into her. It astounded her, dimly aware that Mac seemed able to produce enough to match a whole room of men by himself, and with enough strength to still keep her safe to boot. Yet not once did he let her slip, keeping her safe in his firm grasp until he was finally spent.
“Phew…” Mac audibly sighed out as he brought her to a spare seat and letting the equally exhausted mare be allowed to sit and rest. Removing his cock from her in the process rewarded the room with a sticky and wet sounding noise from her marehood as his dick swung down, spent for the time being. Marble mumbled as she realized she was sitting and not floating on Cloud Nine anymore, forcing her to peer up at Mac as he sat beside her.
“I ain’t felt so relaxed since…heck, I don’t even know when. You’re amazing, Marble.” He praised. Marble smiled at his words, her legs quivering before giving a light gasp as a spasm crossed her body, making a light glob of cum splash out of her spent marehood.
“I think…they may need to clean up in here later.”
Mac chuckled. “Ya ain’t wrong. I probably need a shower too.”
Marble looked down at his resting length, and slowly moved to lean over his middle while he sat there with his eyes closed and head leaned back. The stallion jerked up as he felt wet lips on his dick again, and was treated to the sight of Marble licking him slowly. Her tongue, a bright pink against his mottled flesh, lovingly cleaned up their shared juices as she giggled to herself.
“Oh, Mac…”
Author's Note
This was a fun return to the MLP shenanigans. Hopefully you enjoyed it! I liked the idea of the contest, so I thought this would be a good way to try and revive my stuff. Feel free to leave a comment or critique!
