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Mating Day

by Vaille

When I trotted up next to him, the big red horse didn't greet me. He kept walking, hands in his pockets, emerald eyes straight ahead.

"Hey Big Mac," I said.

The over-sized harness on his shoulders rose and fell with his shrug. A stalk of wheat poked out of his mouth. He chewed it.

"Ya know what today is?." His strides were long. I double-timed my steps to keep pace.

He plodded along, his big hooves kicking up small wisps of dust that disappeared on the breeze. "Eeyup," he said after a long while.

"It's Matin' Day... Most important hol'day of the year, 'specially here in Ponyville." In truth, Mating Day was the most important holiday in all of Equestria, followed by the Foaling Weeks celebrated some 10 months later. This would be my first and I was extremely anxious.

"Eeyup."

I peered at him, muzzle quirked. He stood 15 hands taller than me. Maybe more. "You fixin' to go, Big Mac?"

With a non-existent shake of his head, he replied, "Nope."

I nickered. "Huh. I was really hopin' you'd be there," I said, let down. "I was fixin' to learn a thing or two from ya." We'd reached the fork in the road. I needed to go left; he would go right. "Anyhow, great talkin' with ya, Big Mac! Gotta run!"

Big Mac nodded. "Eeyup." He plodded on, clopping, kicking up dust, hands in his pockets and eyes straight ahead.

(***)

Dropping my rucksack next to the door, I kicked the stoop, knocking dirt from one hoof, then the other.

"River Run?"

"In here."

The second Ma stepped into the mudroom, I knew something was wrong. Her tail flicked and flittered. Ears twitched. That only happened when she was angry or upset. "What's wrong, Ma?" I asked as I dug a pebble out from between my hoof and shoe.

"You plannin' on goin' to Matin' Day, River?"

"I was fixin' to, yah."

"You know what to do with those mares?" Her voice was terse. She had her hands behind her back.

I nodded. "Uh huh."

"You sure about that, River? Cuz I'm not..." And with that, she slapped something to the ground at my feet. It was 8"x 11," slick and glossy. It landed about a-third open, pages curled up under themselves. Emblazoned across the top of the front cover was the publication's name: ~PONY PEEN MAGAZINE~.

My heart skipped a beat. "It's not... I can... That belongs to..." Stammer. All I could do was stammer.

"River?"

That look in her eyes, was it disappointment? Loathing? Disgust? I didn't know. Snatching the magazine, I grabbed my rucksack and bolted out the door.

"River Run, you git back here right this instant!" Ma yelled, chasing after me. "We need ta talk about this!" She didn't get far before she slowed, then stopped, huffing and puffing. "River!"

I ignored her as I ran. And ran. And ran.

(***)

There is an old oak just outside the fairgrounds. I stopped there, resting in its shade until I caught my breath. Ma. That look. "Dammit," I muttered as I rubbed my head. I needed to prove myself. To her. To myself. So I stripped naked, folded my clothes, packed them in my sack and tucked the bundle away in a hollow in the tree's trunk. I then trotted towards the fairgrounds.

Grunting and groaning. The smell of rut and sex. They enveloped me. Trot slowed to a walk. From behind, a whistle. I turned to see a brilliant blue Pegasus mare with multi-colored hair. Rainbow Dash. She was naked and squatting, wings tucked behind her, using a couple of fingers to hold her female parts open. A thick stream of white dripped from it, slowly pooling between her feet. "Cute cutie marks, cutie!" she heckled. I flicked my tail, grabbing it, using it to cover the three silver water symbols emblazoned on my right buttock. "Hey! Don't be shy! Turn around! I wanna see the whole package!" She dropped to her knees, opening her thighs, showing her sex to me before inserting her whole fist into it. "Stuff it right here, you stud! I can take it! I promise!" Instead, I just walked away.

I found the stables on the far side of the fairgrounds. It had 20 stalls and all were in use but one. I stopped at it. Inside was a yellow mare, strapped face down into a harness, her hind end propped into the air, tail strapped to the side and legs spread wide. She had three apple cutie marks on each side of her buttock. "Hey Applejack," I said.

"River Run? River Run, is that you?" She couldn't see me. The brace around her neck stopped her from turning her head.

"Yup, it's me, AJ."

"Havin' a good Matin' Day?"

"I reckon..."

"'Reckon?' C'mon River, it's Matin' Day! You can't 'reckon' on Matin' Day!"

I shuffled, uncomfortable.

"So, you wanna have a go?" She tried to wiggle her rear. Instead, the harness simply made a racket.

"I guess." Slipping between her legs, I sniffed her spot. I could smell them. Hoops. Thunderclap. Joe. Ponet and Shining Armor. Braeburn, too. They'd all been here already. The smell of their sex rocked me. It was jarring; it was intoxicating.

"River Run?"

"Huh?"

You just gonna stand back beatin' yer meat all day or are you gonna fuck me?"

My gaze drifted to her hole. It was wet, a thin rivulet of white dripping to the ground beneath her in heavy glops. Male leavings. My groin stirred at the sight of it.

"Actually, I think I'm fixin ta go take a rest for a bit. I'm feelin' kinda light headed right about now. Sorry, AJ. Maybe later."

She hrmphed. "You got all the blood flowing to your... Ah, fergit it..."

(***)

The fork in the road. This time I trotted right instead of left. A quarter-mile later, the barn came into view. Big Mac was in front of it, pulling his plow. He wore only shorts. I waved. He nodded.

"Heya Big Mac, can I ask a favor of ya?" I asked as I clopped up his walk.

The big red pony slowed to a stop. He unhitched himself from the plow. Left it in the field. The harness, though, remained around his neck. "Eeyup."

"I kinda had a fight with Ma earlier today. Mind if I bunk here for tonight? I'll be all quiet like. Quieter n' a mouse. I promise."

Motioning me to follow, he clopped to the barn and tossed tossed the door open. "I owe ya," I said as I trotted in after him.

Inside, it was dark, cool and smelled of hay. Big Mac tossed a couple of bales of hay from the loft for me to bed down on. He climbed back down and sat on one. I dropped my rucksack next to the other. I mustn't have tied my slipknot too well because the bundle undid itself, spilling my stuff onto the ground, including the magazine.

Big Mac spotted it. Picked it up. "No!" I yelled in protest. He ignored me, flipping it open to the centerfold. It was a two page spread of a cute, boyish palomino wearing an army cap and nothing else. He was sporting a huge erection. Major Wood, PONY PEEN MAGAZINE had called him. I knew the picture well; I'd fapped to it more on more than a few occasions.

Big Mac chewed his stalk of wheat as he studied the picture. "Huh," he said, finally. He closed it. Offered it back to me.

I took it. "Yeah. Now you know. It's disgusting. I'm disgusting." My right hoof scuffed the ground.

His eyes narrowed to green slits. "Nope."

"Yes," I shot back. "I went to Matin' day to prove to myself that it ain't so; that I ain't gay. But you know what, Big Mac? I am!" I threw the magazine at a wall. "I coulda mated your sister. I coulda had her. But I didn't. Know why? Cuz she didn't stir me. And when I did start to stir it was only cuz I could smell the other males that had already mated her. I could see what they left behind..." I stared at my feet, completely dejected.

A finger found my chin. Tilted my head upward. Big Mac's muzzle met mine. He wrapped his arms around me. I stumbled backwards; he pressed forwards. Thudded against a wooden wall. His tongue parted my lips. It danced in my mouth. I inhaled deeply. His scent was sweet, like the outdoors, tinged with musk.

His hands undid the buttons of my shirt. Stripped it off. My pants followed. A tug. His shorts fell around his feathered ankles. I raked my fingers through his golden mane, sliding them down his back, down down down, to the base of his tail. That short-cropped tail. He was rapidly hardening against me; me against him.

Wrapping a big hand around our shafts, Big Mac rubbed them against one another. Together we shuddered. Our bodies gyrated. He kissed me more deeply, head dipping as he pushed against me. My thick lips tingled at the touch of his thicker lips. His tongue flitted to the back of my mouth. I sucked at it.

Lightly, he pushed me down. He positioned my ponyhood under his tail. It was leaking. He smeared the head against himself, using it slick to slick his hole. Then, he dropped his hips. Urged me up. Big Mac snorted as I spread him wide. He dropped lower still. I slid inside, head and shaft, all the way to my mid-ring. The big red horse was so hot, so soft, inside.

My eyes. I opened them. He was looking at me. Emerald into silver. Silver into emerald. My hips rocked slowly, rhythmically. His hands settled on my flanks, cupping. I stroked his mane with one hand, his shaft with the other. He ground it against me in slow, languid circles.

That kiss. We panted into one another. Something inside of me suddenly took hold. Took control. It might have been instinct. It might have been love. It might have been both. I pushed away from the wall. We staggered. Stumbled. I struggled to stay inside him as he fell backwards onto the bales. I fell on top of him, his hard horsehood sandwiched between us. I bucked into him in frenzied thrusts. For the first time in my life, I experienced a primal urge, an urgency, unlike anything I'd felt before. I wanted him. I had him. He was mine and I would mate him.

Breed him.

His hands. They petted my head. My ears. My mane. He held me in that kiss. I stroked him faster. Faster. Faster still. Inside him, I was completely rigid. So rigid it hurt. My groin ached. The pleasure was overwhelming. It filled my whole body, my whole being. Every nerve was electrified. My senses were on fire. I shoved my tongue into his mouth. My tongue into his mouth. Then, with a final buck, I hilted him as I came, filling him with myself. With my seed. He pushed against me, rubbing his ponysack against the treasure trail below my bellybutton. He'd flared. Suddenly, arching up, he pulled me to him. Liquid heat filled the space between us. It spread across our chests, our bellies. It dripped thickly down his sides. Throwing his head back, he whinnied in pure ecstasy.

I pushed up, peeling myself from him. He dripped from me in heavy, white ropes. His big, pink penis was still hard. I flopped from beneath his tail and collapsed back onto him. He held in his arms, nuzzling the side of my neck.

"Now I know why you weren't fixin' ta go to Matin' Day," I said between breaths.

"Eeyup," Big Mac said before kissing me again.

(***)

"Ma?" I called out, hesitantly.

Shuffling. Some banging. Hooves scuffing against wood.

"Ma?"

She stepped into the mudroom. Said nothing. Her eyes were wet.

"Ma, we need to ta--

Rushing forward, she took me into her arms. Cradled me. Held me tighter than she ever had before. Her head rested on my shoulder.

"Ma?"

"You're my baby. I love you so much. Don't you ever do that again." She leaned back to look me in the eyes. Tears streamed down her face. "You hear me, River? Don't you ever run away like that again."

"Ma, you found my magazine..."

"I know," she explained, almost sobbing. "I know. I'm sorry. I was just shocked and surprised and didn't know what to think. It was Matin' Day. I thought I knew you - everything about you - but I really didn't. I started to think what a horrible ma I musta been to you for not really knowing you at all. I just wanted to talk to you, to make sure you're ok. But then I started ta--" Another hug. "You're my little pony and I don't ever want to lose you. I love you no matter what. Don't ever think I don't, River Run. Don't you ever think that I don't."

I hugged her back. I was crying with her. "I love you too, Ma. I love you too. So much."