Dribble Jumps sat in Sweet Apple Fields, watching the bunnies hop by happily with a smile on her face. The sun was setting slowly, the shine of the evening sun on the apples overhead casting a spell over the normally energetic woman. She glanced over the flowers growing by her and plucked a diasy from the dirt, looking at it momentarily before she heard a footstep mere feet away. "Mac, is that you?" She asked, her shoulders slumping when she she felt a pair of arms wrap around her midsection and pull her in.
Soft lips kissed the nape of her neck, and warm apple-scented breath blew against her ear and long black hair. "Eeyup." A deep voice answered, another flutter of kisses laying themselves on her neck. Dribble giggled, squirming but only getting held tighter in Mac's response. The hands on her belly moved up, exploring the slim, toned figure she had developed through years of playing basketball. Finally resting on her bust, his hands grasped the mounds and squeezed.
"Mac, cut it out!" She groaned, blushing at the pleasure Macintosh's hands gave her. She tried to wrestle her way out of her husband's grasp, but the almost-superhuman farmer held her firm. His fingers circled around her nipples through the fabric, squeezing them gently and making her squeak. "Not here, Macintosh."
Mac finally let his wife go, the tan-skinned beauty rolling over and smiling playfully up at the massive farmer. "Isn't it pretty out here tonight, Mac?" She asked, her eyes sliding up to meet the rising moon.
"Eeyup." Macintosh nodded, sitting next to the basketball player and putting one arm around her in a loose embrace. Dribble sat up and leaned against her husband, sighing happily as they watched the sunset over the mountains. Something about the cool autumn breeze made cuddling with Macintosh one of the best things in the world, Dribble laying her head on Mac's shoulder. "I wish it could always be like this." She pouted, knowing it would soon get too cold for them to stay outside.
"So do I, shmoopy doo." Mac smiled softly, kissing the top of Dribble's tilted head before he helped her to her feet. "Let's go home, Dribble. Applejack will start wondering where we are." He gestured with his head toward the house, his long blonde hair shaken a little by the throttling. Dribble Jumps smiled and kissed her husband's freckled cheek before running past him toward the house. Not wanting to lose a challenge, Macintosh followed suit as fast as he could.
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Dribble squealed as she and Macintosh tumbled backward onto their bed, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Macintosh's tongue brushed against Dribble's lower lip, the tan beauty granting him entrance to her mouth. Mac wrapped his tongue around hers, minding the unusually sharp canines in her mouth - Dribbles wasn't a vampire, but she had inherited some nasty fangs from her father.
The black-haired girl couldn't help but moan when she felt a pair of firm hands massaging her back, slowly sliding down to squeeze her round plot. Feeling a little hotheaded at the moans she was letting out, Mac smacked his wife's rear, and all she did was glare at him and grimace. His face paled as her amber eyes stared like daggers. "Sorry, Dribble.." He stammered.
He gasped when she tackled him, now straddling him. "It's okay, 'Big' Macintosh." She purred, kissing her husband before unbuttoning his shirt. Opening the dirt-stained workshirt, her hands slowly traced the hard muscles Mac had gained from years of working here at Sweet Apple Acres. Her hand sliding down his tummy, her fingers rising and falling against his 6-pack until she hooked her fingers in his belt.
Macintosh's face was red with embarassment as his belt came unbuckled and Dribble pulled his pants down and cast them aside. Now in only his boxers, Mac shot a hand foward and grasped the buttons on Dribble's blouse. Pulling them aside, her ripped her shirt off and threw it to join his clothes before sitting up to kiss his wife. She wasn't wearing a bra, as she had started to do since living her on the ranch - cowgirls don't wear bras. Boy, was that a belief that lead to some awkward moments with Applejack.
The two glorious orbs he had been groping earlier jiggled once freed from their cotton prison, perky and perfect in Macintosh's eyes. Breaking the kiss, he pushed her onto her back and cupped on of the breasts in his left hand, putting his lips to the other and kissing the soft flesh. Dribble gasped, a startled moan escaping her as her husband slowly kissed her breast and licks around the nipple which had hardened from the chilly air. A pair of warm lips suddenly wrapped around the nipple, suckling gently.This drove her crazy, the black-haired girl squeaking and clutching at Mac's hair. The farmer finally broke away, a trail of saliva linking him to the now-pulsing nipple.
Dribble forced Mac onto his back, traveling down to his boxers and gripping the sides, peeling them off. As if waiting to attack, a massive member shot up to greet her, smacking her cheek. It was the reason he was called Big Macintosh by some of the women around town - a nickname that started when Applejack walked in him changing, something that sometimes concerned Dribble. Shrugging internally, she pushed the thick hard-on away with a finger. Kissing the hgead softly, she started to kiss all the way down her husband's aching cock, stopping when she met the base and Mac's balls. Kissing back up, she counted the kisses - one for each inch. When she reached the head again, she counted ten kisses.
"I sure am a lucky girl, eh?" She giggled, licking up the thick length.
"E-Eeyup!" Macintosh choked out, his dick throbbing at the sensation of her wet tongue massaging his prick.
Noticing her husband's reaction, she smirked and started to lick up and down the length like a popsicle, the moans Mac made only egging her on. Finally getting the urge, she slipped the first three inches of Mac's cock into her mouth. Mac nearly cried out, biting his lip to not risk waking Applejack or Applebloom. Dribble slowly worked another two inches into her mouth before she stopped and raised her head up again. Just when his head would've exited her mouth, she lowered her head again, suckling on the throbbing member in her mouth.
Macintosh let out a long groan louder than either of them would've liked, his cock contracting as he quivered. "Dribble, if you keep going like that I'll.."
Dribble Jumps only sped up, sucking harder and bobbing her head faster on his member. Pulling her head off, she gave him a wink. "Give me your best shot, Big Mac."
Macintosh smirked before pinning her down, driving his raging hard-on inbetween her soft squishy breasts. Dribble smiled at the look of ectasy on Mac's face, moving her breasts up and down to add to the titjob. The farmer groaned, his thrusting increasing in speed. The head popped out from between her tits with each thrust, and Dribble leaned her head forward to lick it with each pump into her mounds.
Soon, Macintosh gasped and his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw dropped. His cock pulsed and jets of hot stick cum blasted out onto Dribble's breasts. She gasped at the heat of the seed on her chest, wiping her finger through it before sucking the jizz collected off it. Purring in satisfaction, she cleaned herself up before Mac grabbed her hips and slipped her skirt down. His fingers hooked into her panties, sliding them down her legs and flinging them away.
Kissing her belly, he slowly made his way down to his wife's glistening slit - all this foreplay had excited her, and Mac could tell she was aching for attention. His fingers slipped into the bright-pink canal, hooking around the top of the entrance of and rubbing the sensitive flesh just inside her crown. His thumb rubbed her love-button quickly, the tan-skinned woman crying out louder than Mac had earlier as he rubbed her clitoris.
Pulling his hand away, his kissed the lips of her dripping slit. His tongue slowly ran up and down the puffy red labia before finally pushing into her, swirling around the inside and lapping up her juices. Dribble screamed, the heat between her legs building as that too-familar pressure began to fill her. His tongue brushed her G-spot, and she screamed. "Right there, Mac! Ahh~!"
Macintosh increased his ferocity, eating his wife out like a champ. She squirmed and squealed, her legs thrashing but her husband stayed firm and pleasured her. Feeling she had been teased enough, Mac pulled away. Dribble whimpered as she was left so close to orgasm, but soon perked up when a rock-hard horn slid to the hilt inside her.
Mac hooked her legs over his shoulders, thrusting into her as hard and as fast as he could. It felt incredible for both of them, and they loved every second of it. Dribble gasped with each thrust, an adorable squeak that urged Macintosh to give her more. She gripped his back, her nails digging into his tough skin and marking it. Her teeth latched to his throat and she sucked so hard it was sure to cause a hickey. Mac moaned silently into her hair, his cock pumping into her faster by the moment. Their bed shook with the force of their lovemaking, and Macintosh coud feel his lover's walls tighten around him before she screamed.
After almost half a minute, her walls loosened and he began to thrust again. The two lovers kissed passionately, joined as one as they continued to writhe in the ecstasy of the flesh. Soon, Mac went rigid and his seed flooded her insides. His warm cum made her fall over the edge once, more a second more-powerful orgasm that made her squeal.
Pulling out, Macintosh rolled over and hugged his tired, messy wife. He kissed her gently, stroking her back as the married couple slowly fell asleep.
Author's Note
My Little Pony belongs to Hasbro.
Dribble Jumps belongs to my friend.
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I'm sorry if it's short or if it sucks. I haven't written clop in a long time.
