{"sf1_id":822319,"sf2_id":"znJZjV3n","title":"Mating Day","author":"Vaille","words":2239,"posted_at":"2015-02-22T06:40:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Applejack","Big Mac","Cock","Cum","Dick","Ejaculate","Equine","Erection","Female","Fingering","Gay","Gay sex","Handjob","Horse","MLP","Male","Mating","My Little Pony","Rainbow Dash","River Run","load"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/822319-mating-day","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/znJZjV3n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/dd/16/dd16506f-f8a0-49bf-a87e-510886919e60","description":"Wrote this in a couple of hours. This is a semi-personal piece. This is kinda how things worked out for me iRL, tho the sequence of events was a little different. Anyhow, enjoy.","content":" **Mating Day**\n\n**by Vaille**\n\nWhen I trotted up next to him, the big red horse didn't greet me.\u0026nbsp; He kept walking, hands in his pockets, emerald eyes straight ahead.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey Big Mac,\" I said.\n\nThe over-sized harness on his shoulders rose and fell with his shrug.\u0026nbsp; A stalk of wheat poked out of his mouth.\u0026nbsp; He chewed it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ya know what today is?.\"\u0026nbsp; His strides were long.\u0026nbsp; I double-timed my steps to keep pace.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe plodded along, his big hooves kicking up small wisps of dust that disappeared on the breeze.\u0026nbsp; \"Eeyup,\" he said after a long while.\n\n\"It's Matin' Day...\u0026nbsp;Most important hol'day of the year, 'specially here in Ponyville.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;In truth, Mating Day was the most important holiday in all of Equestria, followed by the Foaling Weeks celebrated some 10 months later.\u0026nbsp; This would be my first and I was extremely anxious.\n\n\"Eeyup.\"\n\nI peered at him, muzzle quirked.\u0026nbsp; He stood 15 hands taller than me. \u0026nbsp;Maybe more.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"You fixin' to go, Big Mac?\"\n\nWith a non-existent shake of his head, he replied,\u0026nbsp;\"Nope.\"\n\nI nickered. \u0026nbsp;\"Huh. I was really hopin' you'd be there,\" I said, let down.\u0026nbsp; \"I was fixin' to learn a thing or two from ya.\"\u0026nbsp; We'd reached the fork in the road.\u0026nbsp; I needed to go left; he would go right.\u0026nbsp; \"Anyhow, great talkin' with ya, Big Mac!\u0026nbsp; Gotta run!\"\n\nBig Mac nodded.\u0026nbsp; \"Eeyup.\"\u0026nbsp; He plodded on, clopping, kicking up dust, hands in his pockets and eyes straight ahead.\n\n\u0026nbsp;(\\*\\*\\*)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Dropping my rucksack next to the door, I kicked the stoop, knocking dirt from one hoof, then the other.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"River Run?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"In here.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The second Ma stepped into the mudroom, I knew something was wrong.\u0026nbsp; Her tail flicked and flittered.\u0026nbsp; Ears twitched.\u0026nbsp; That only happened when she was angry or upset.\u0026nbsp; \"What's wrong, Ma?\" I asked as I dug a pebble out from between my hoof and shoe.\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You plannin' on goin' to Matin' Day, River?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I was fixin' to, yah.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You know what to do with those mares?\"\u0026nbsp; Her voice was terse.\u0026nbsp; She had her hands behind her back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I nodded.\u0026nbsp; \"Uh huh.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"You sure about that, River?\u0026nbsp; Cuz I'm not...\"\u0026nbsp; And with that, she slapped something to the ground at my feet.\u0026nbsp; It was 8\"x 11,\" slick and glossy.\u0026nbsp; It landed about a-third open, pages curled up under themselves.\u0026nbsp; Emblazoned across the top of the front cover was the publication's name: ~PONY PEEN MAGAZINE~.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My heart skipped a beat.\u0026nbsp; \"It's not...\u0026nbsp; I can...\u0026nbsp; That belongs to...\"\u0026nbsp; Stammer.\u0026nbsp; All I could do was stammer.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"River?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; That look in her eyes, was it disappointment?\u0026nbsp; Loathing?\u0026nbsp; Disgust?\u0026nbsp; I didn't know.\u0026nbsp; Snatching the magazine, I grabbed my rucksack and bolted out the door.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"River Run, you git back here right this instant!\" Ma yelled, chasing after me.\u0026nbsp; \"We need ta talk about this!\"\u0026nbsp; She didn't get far before she slowed, then stopped, huffing and puffing.\u0026nbsp; \"River!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I ignored her as I ran.\u0026nbsp; And ran.\u0026nbsp; And ran.\n\n\u0026nbsp;(\\*\\*\\*)\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; There is an old oak just outside the fairgrounds.\u0026nbsp; I stopped there, resting in its shade until I caught my breath.\u0026nbsp; Ma.\u0026nbsp; That look.\u0026nbsp; \"Dammit,\" I muttered as I rubbed my head.\u0026nbsp; I needed to prove myself.\u0026nbsp; To her.\u0026nbsp; To myself.\u0026nbsp; 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.\u0026nbsp; I then trotted towards the fairgrounds.\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;Grunting and groaning. \u0026nbsp;The smell of rut and sex. \u0026nbsp;They enveloped me. \u0026nbsp;Trot slowed to a walk. \u0026nbsp;From behind, a\u0026nbsp;whistle.\u0026nbsp; I turned to see a\u0026nbsp;brilliant blue Pegasus mare with multi-colored hair.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Rainbow Dash.\u0026nbsp; She was naked and squatting, wings tucked behind her, using a couple of fingers to hold her female parts open.\u0026nbsp; A thick stream of white dripped from it, slowly pooling between her feet.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Cute cutie marks, cutie!\" she heckled.\u0026nbsp; I flicked my tail, grabbing it, using it to cover the three silver water symbols emblazoned on my right buttock. \u0026nbsp;\"Hey! \u0026nbsp;Don't be shy! \u0026nbsp;Turn around! \u0026nbsp;I wanna see the whole package!\" \u0026nbsp;She dropped to her knees, opening her thighs, showing her sex to me before inserting her whole fist into it. \u0026nbsp;\"Stuff it right here, you stud! \u0026nbsp;I can take it! \u0026nbsp;I promise!\" \u0026nbsp;Instead,\u0026nbsp;I just walked away. \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I found the stables\u0026nbsp;on the far side of the fairgrounds.\u0026nbsp; It had 20 stalls and all were in use but one.\u0026nbsp; I stopped at it.\u0026nbsp; 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. \u0026nbsp;She had three apple cutie marks on each side of her buttock.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"Hey Applejack,\" I said.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"River Run?\u0026nbsp; River Run, is that you?\"\u0026nbsp; She couldn't see me.\u0026nbsp; The brace around her neck stopped her from turning her head.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yup, it's me, AJ.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Havin' a good Matin' Day?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I reckon...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"'Reckon?' C'mon River, it's Matin' Day!\u0026nbsp; You can't 'reckon' on Matin' Day!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I shuffled, uncomfortable.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"So, you wanna have a go?\"\u0026nbsp; She tried to wiggle her rear. \u0026nbsp;Instead, the harness simply made a racket.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I guess.\"\u0026nbsp; Slipping between her legs, I sniffed her spot. \u0026nbsp;I could smell them. \u0026nbsp;Hoops. Thunderclap. Joe. \u0026nbsp;Ponet and Shining Armor. \u0026nbsp;Braeburn, too. \u0026nbsp;They'd all been here already. The smell of their sex rocked me. \u0026nbsp;It was jarring; it was intoxicating. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\"River Run?\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\nYou just gonna stand back beatin' yer meat all day or are you gonna fuck me?\" \u0026nbsp;\n\nMy gaze drifted to her hole. \u0026nbsp;It was wet, a thin rivulet of white dripping to the ground beneath her in heavy glops. \u0026nbsp;Male leavings. \u0026nbsp;My groin stirred at the sight of it.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Actually, I think I'm fixin ta go take a rest for a bit. \u0026nbsp;I'm feelin' kinda light headed right about now. \u0026nbsp;Sorry, AJ. \u0026nbsp;Maybe later.\"\n\nShe hrmphed. \u0026nbsp;\"You got all the blood flowing to your... \u0026nbsp;Ah, fergit it...\"\n\n(\\*\\*\\*)\n\nThe fork in the road.\u0026nbsp; This time I trotted right instead of left.\u0026nbsp; A quarter-mile later, the barn came into view.\u0026nbsp; Big Mac\u0026nbsp;was in front of it, pulling his plow.\u0026nbsp; He wore only shorts.\u0026nbsp; I waved.\u0026nbsp; He nodded.\n\n\"Heya Big Mac, can I ask a favor of ya?\" I asked as I clopped up his walk.\n\nThe big red pony slowed to a stop. \u0026nbsp;He unhitched himself from the plow. \u0026nbsp;Left it in the field. \u0026nbsp;The harness, though, remained around his neck. \u0026nbsp;\"Eeyup.\"\n\n\"I kinda had a fight with Ma earlier today.\u0026nbsp; Mind if I bunk here for tonight?\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I'll be all quiet like.\u0026nbsp;Quieter n' a mouse. I promise.\"\n\nMotioning me to follow, he clopped to the barn and tossed tossed the door open.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\"I owe ya,\" I said as I trotted in after him.\u0026nbsp;\n\nInside, it was dark, cool and smelled of hay.\u0026nbsp; Big Mac tossed a couple of bales of hay from the loft for me to bed down on.\u0026nbsp; He climbed back down and sat on one. \u0026nbsp;I dropped my rucksack next to the other.\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;I mustn't have tied my slipknot too well because the bundle undid itself, spilling my stuff onto the ground, including the magazine.\n\nBig Mac spotted it.\u0026nbsp; Picked it up.\u0026nbsp; \"No!\" I yelled in protest.\u0026nbsp; He ignored me, flipping it open to the centerfold.\u0026nbsp; It was a two page spread of a cute, boyish palomino wearing an army cap and nothing else.\u0026nbsp; He was sporting a huge erection.\u0026nbsp; _Major Wood_, PONY PEEN MAGAZINE had called him.\u0026nbsp; I knew the picture well; I'd fapped to it more on more than a few occasions.\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nBig Mac chewed his stalk of wheat as he studied the picture.\u0026nbsp; \"Huh,\" he said, finally.\u0026nbsp; He closed it.\u0026nbsp; Offered it back to me.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI took it.\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah.\u0026nbsp; Now you know.\u0026nbsp; It's disgusting.\u0026nbsp; I'm disgusting.\" My right hoof scuffed the ground.\n\nHis eyes narrowed to green slits.\u0026nbsp; \"Nope.\"\n\n\"Yes,\" I shot back.\u0026nbsp; \"I went to Matin' day to prove to myself that it ain't so; that I ain't gay.\u0026nbsp; But you know what, Big Mac?\u0026nbsp; I am!\"\u0026nbsp; I threw the magazine at a wall.\u0026nbsp; \"I coulda mated your sister.\u0026nbsp; I coulda had her.\u0026nbsp; But I didn't.\u0026nbsp; Know why?\u0026nbsp; Cuz she didn't stir me.\u0026nbsp; And when I did start to stir it was only cuz I could smell the other males that had already mated her. \u0026nbsp;I could see what they left behind...\"\u0026nbsp; I stared at my feet, completely dejected.\u0026nbsp;\n\nA finger found my chin.\u0026nbsp; Tilted my head upward.\u0026nbsp; Big Mac's muzzle met mine.\u0026nbsp; He wrapped his arms around me. \u0026nbsp;I stumbled backwards; he pressed forwards.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Thudded against a wooden wall.\u0026nbsp; His tongue parted my lips.\u0026nbsp; It danced in my mouth.\u0026nbsp; I inhaled deeply.\u0026nbsp; His scent was sweet, like the outdoors, tinged with musk.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis hands undid the buttons of my shirt. Stripped it off.\u0026nbsp; My pants followed.\u0026nbsp; A\u0026nbsp;tug. \u0026nbsp;His shorts fell around his feathered ankles.\u0026nbsp; 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.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He was rapidly hardening against me; me against him.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nWrapping a big hand around our shafts, Big Mac rubbed them against one another.\u0026nbsp; Together we shuddered. \u0026nbsp;Our bodies gyrated.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He kissed me more deeply, head dipping as he pushed against me. \u0026nbsp;My thick lips tingled at the touch of his thicker lips. \u0026nbsp;His tongue flitted to the back of my mouth.\u0026nbsp; I sucked at it.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nLightly, he pushed me down.\u0026nbsp; He positioned my ponyhood under his tail. \u0026nbsp;It was leaking. \u0026nbsp;He smeared the head against himself, using it slick to slick his hole. \u0026nbsp;Then, he dropped his hips. \u0026nbsp;Urged me up. \u0026nbsp;Big Mac snorted as I spread him wide. \u0026nbsp;He dropped lower still. \u0026nbsp;I slid inside, head and shaft, all the way to my mid-ring. \u0026nbsp;The big red horse was so hot, so soft, inside. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;My eyes. I opened them.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;He was looking at me.\u0026nbsp; Emerald into silver.\u0026nbsp; Silver into emerald.\u0026nbsp; My hips rocked slowly, rhythmically.\u0026nbsp; His hands settled on my flanks, cupping.\u0026nbsp; I stroked his mane with one hand, his shaft with the other.\u0026nbsp; He ground it against me in slow, languid circles. \u0026nbsp;\n\nThat kiss.\u0026nbsp; We panted into one another.\u0026nbsp;Something inside of me suddenly took hold. \u0026nbsp;Took control. \u0026nbsp;It might have been instinct. \u0026nbsp;It might have been love. \u0026nbsp;It might have been both.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I pushed away from the wall.\u0026nbsp; We staggered. \u0026nbsp;Stumbled. \u0026nbsp;I struggled to stay inside him as\u0026nbsp;he fell backwards onto the bales.\u0026nbsp; I fell on top of him, his hard horsehood sandwiched between us.\u0026nbsp; I bucked into him in frenzied thrusts. \u0026nbsp;For the first time in my life, I experienced a primal urge, an urgency, unlike anything I'd felt before. \u0026nbsp;I wanted him. \u0026nbsp;I had him. \u0026nbsp;He was mine and I would mate him.\n\nBreed him.\n\nHis hands.\u0026nbsp; They petted my head.\u0026nbsp; My ears.\u0026nbsp; My mane.\u0026nbsp; He held me in that kiss.\u0026nbsp; I stroked him faster. \u0026nbsp;Faster. \u0026nbsp;Faster still. \u0026nbsp;Inside him, I was completely rigid. \u0026nbsp;So rigid it hurt. \u0026nbsp;My groin ached. \u0026nbsp;The pleasure was overwhelming. \u0026nbsp;It filled my whole body, my whole being. \u0026nbsp;Every nerve was electrified. \u0026nbsp;My senses were on fire. \u0026nbsp;I shoved my tongue into his mouth.\u0026nbsp; My tongue into his mouth. \u0026nbsp;Then, with a final buck, I hilted him as I came, filling him with myself. \u0026nbsp;With my seed. \u0026nbsp;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. \u0026nbsp;Liquid heat filled the space between us. \u0026nbsp;It spread across our chests, our bellies. \u0026nbsp;It dripped thickly down his sides. \u0026nbsp;Throwing his head back, he whinnied in pure ecstasy. \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI pushed up, peeling myself from him.\u0026nbsp; He dripped from me in heavy, white ropes.\u0026nbsp; His big, pink penis was still hard.\u0026nbsp; I flopped from beneath his tail and collapsed back onto him.\u0026nbsp; He held in his arms, nuzzling the side of my neck.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Now I know why you weren't fixin' ta go to Matin' Day,\" I said between breaths.\n\n\"Eeyup,\" Big Mac said before kissing me again.\n\n(\\*\\*\\*)\n\n\"Ma?\" I called out, hesitantly.\n\nShuffling.\u0026nbsp; Some banging.\u0026nbsp; Hooves scuffing against wood.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ma?\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe stepped into the mudroom.\u0026nbsp; Said nothing.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes were wet.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ma, we need to ta--\n\nRushing forward, she took me into her arms. \u0026nbsp;Cradled me. \u0026nbsp;Held me tighter than she ever had before.\u0026nbsp; Her head rested on my shoulder. \u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ma?\"\n\n\"You're my baby.\u0026nbsp; I love you so much.\u0026nbsp; Don't you ever do that again.\"\u0026nbsp; She leaned back to look me in the eyes.\u0026nbsp; Tears streamed down her face.\u0026nbsp; \"You hear me, River?\u0026nbsp; Don't you ever run away like that again.\"\n\n\"Ma, you found my magazine...\"\n\n\"I know,\" she explained, almost sobbing.\u0026nbsp; \"I know.\u0026nbsp; I'm sorry.\u0026nbsp; I was just shocked and surprised and didn't know what to think. It was Matin' Day.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I thought I knew you -\u0026nbsp;everything about you - but I really didn't. \u0026nbsp;I started to think what a horrible ma I musta been to you for not really knowing you at all.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;I just wanted to talk to you, to make sure you're ok. \u0026nbsp;But then I started ta--\"\u0026nbsp; Another hug.\u0026nbsp; \"You're my little pony and I don't ever want to lose you.\u0026nbsp; I love you no matter what.\u0026nbsp; Don't ever think I don't, River Run. \u0026nbsp;Don't you ever think that I don't.\"\n\nI hugged her back.\u0026nbsp; I was crying with her.\u0026nbsp; \"I love you too, Ma.\u0026nbsp; I love you too. \u0026nbsp;So much.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}