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MacFic 2, by ARCTURIAN

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Created: 2021-10-12 01:23:37
Expiry: Never

  1. 1.
    >Trooper, you mean Big Mac, keeps you in a hug, sobbing
  2. 2.
    >Then just sort of snuffling and sniffling
  3. 3.
    >All the while, you're hugging him back and stroking his ears and neck softly, running your fingers through his shortened mane
  4. 4.
    >The pony finally falls asleep after half an hour.
  5. 5.
    >Slowly escape the ponybeast's clutches with a cunning Indiana Jones style body pillow switch
  6. 6.
    >Yes, you own a body pillow, it's good for hugging
  7. 7.
    >Sneak to your laptop and start googling talking ponymonsters
  8. 8.
    >And symptoms of a concussion or sudden schizophrenia
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  10. 10.
    >Google tells you that there are, in fact, talking ponythings for sale for godawful amounts of money
  11. 11.
    >And that you have brain cancer twice
  12. 12.
    >According to most of the FAQ sites the ponies are intelligent, but are raised to always want to be a pet
  13. 13.
    >You use your google-fu to try and find out why this has never been on the news
  14. 14.
    >Oh, Real Jersey Shore Troll Edition premiered the same week these things went public
  15. 15.
    >Ponies need about as much attention as most dogs, and can handle simple tasks
  16. 16.
    >They aren't allergic to anything strange and can live for around 70 years if cared for properly
  17. 17.
    >Almost no ponies are in the adoption system, most owners are vetted beforehand and the ponies tend to learn what their masters want very quickly
  18. 18.
    >Definitely not telling Mac about that
  19. 19.
    >You bookmark some suggested recipes for treats and ideas for games and activites
  20. 20.
    >Close the laptop, walk by the sleeping mac and gently ruffle his mane
  21. 21.
    >He makes a soft sound and lifts his head into your hand for a moment
  22. 22.
    >Pick up the ragbeast Smarty Pants and gently push it down between his chest and the pillow
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  24. 24.
    >You have some mostly-fresh salad mix in the fridge
  25. 25.
    >Pour that into a large bowl and leave it on the floor near your couch where Mac could see it
  26. 26.
    >Pick up the garbage, sweep and start mopping when Mac finally opens his eyes and looks around
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  29. 29.
    >"S-Sir ya didn' need ta' I was gunna clean that up..."
  30. 30.
    >You look a little confused at the pony
  31. 31.
    "You clean?"
  32. 32.
    >"Anythin' you need Sir" Mac quickly says, struggling to get out of the blanket you had wrapped him in, gingerly setting Smarty Pants aside on the couch cushion
  33. 33.
    >He gets down, foreleg not giving him any trouble, he sits on his haunches and looks anxiously at you, ears half-splayed out
  34. 34.
    >"Ah didn' mean ta make a mess ah was just tryin' ta get Smarty Pants back..."
  35. 35.
    "You could have asked"
  36. 36.
    >You finish drying the floor after the mopping, and it looks as clean as a 70's era floor can
  37. 37.
    >"Ah figgerd people didn' like pets talkin'... after ah..." The pony closes his eyes and hangs his head
  38. 38.
    >"Ah can' get anythin' right..."
  39. 39.
    >You walk over to the pony and softly stroke his ears
  40. 40.
    "Mac, it's okay. I got some salad from the fridge if you're hungry"
  41. 41.
    >The pony perks up just slightly, casting a glance back at the bowl on the floor "Thank ya' Sir"
  42. 42.
    >He trots over to the salad, sniffs at it and starts eating like he hasn't seen food in weeks, inhaling the leaves rapidly
  43. 43.
    >You sit on the couch and watch the pony as he eats, tail swaying slowly; if he was a dog you'd think he was more happy with that salad than anything
  44. 44.
    >You are not sure how a pony is meant to look but he's a little on the skinny side, but you think with a few weeks of proper food he should look great
  45. 45.
    >Wait, no, he'll look normal
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  47. 47.
    >You flip on the television and watch some rerun of star trek
  48. 48.
    >Mac returns to your side and sits on the floor, watching the screen intently
  49. 49.
    "Mac, you can sit on the couch if you want"
  50. 50.
    >The pony looks up at you "Ah-ah can?"
  51. 51.
    "Sure"
  52. 52.
    >You pat the open spot next to you, the pony scrabbles up grabbing his teaddything and, leaving his head in your lap as you stroke his neck gently
  53. 53.
    >You prop up your legs on the coffee table, which squeaks
  54. 54.
    >Mac perks up "Sir do ya have any tools around?"
  55. 55.
    >You'd gotten a tool kit as an apartmentwarming gift from your parents
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  58. 58.
    >The only use it sees is in spider extermination
  59. 59.
    "Yeah, over in the closet"
  60. 60.
    >Mac slides of the couch, trotting to the closet, opening it with a deft twist of his hooves and pulling out the small kit with his teeth, which he sets down nearby
  61. 61.
    >"Sir, can ya clear off the table please?"
  62. 62.
    >You don't know where this pony is going but you move everything to the floor as he removes the screwdriver with his mouth
  63. 63.
    >If he goes postal on your $25 Ikea table, you will certainly feel ambivalent
  64. 64.
    >He gets his back under the table, trusts out a leg and flips it, catching the table on his leg and lowering it carefully so the surface rests on your floor
  65. 65.
    >The pony looks around for a moment, foreleg testing the table for loose parts
  66. 66.
    >One of the leg wobbles like a politician's stance on healthcare
  67. 67.
    >He holds it still before you can even offer assistance, and manages somehow to screw the leg back in flush, holding it with a hindleg and using both forelegs and mouth to operate the screwdriver
  68. 68.
    >Pony should qualify for some kind of contortionism award
  69. 69.
    >He sets the screwdriver back into the kit, nuzzles it into it's clip and flips the table back over, catching and lowering to avoid slamming it on the ground
  70. 70.
    >"There ya go, Sir."
  71. 71.
    >You set your feet on it
  72. 72.
    >Not a squeak to be heard
  73. 73.
    >You look at Mac with surprise
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    >"Wh-what'd ah do wrong? Ah triah'd Sir Ah Did!"
  76. 76.
    >The pony looks ready to start sobbing again
  77. 77.
    "Mac, Relax, I like it."
  78. 78.
    >"Ya do?"
  79. 79.
    "I do, I promise"
  80. 80.
    >Mac smiles and nuzzles your leg, then closes and returns the toolkit to the closet, even shutting the door behind him as he returns to your side, sides heaving a little with heavy breaths as he rests his head on the armrest.
  81. 81.
    >You stroke his mane and ears, and feel a little sweat
  82. 82.
    >He must've atrophied in the deathpit, even your shriveled frame can move that table easily
  83. 83.
    "Mac, you can still sit on the couch"
  84. 84.
    >"Thanks Sir" He says, trotting under your legs and getting on the cushion next to you after you clear the detritus
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  87. 87.
    >He's still panting heavily and sweaty, you can feel it as you stroke his ribs
  88. 88.
    >He rests his head in your lap, and suddenly you realize you're sporting an uncomfortable halfy
  89. 89.
    >Shit, missed the morning session
  90. 90.
    >Never miss your morning session
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  92. 92.
    >Mac shifts his head around in your lap, trying to find a comfortable spot
  93. 93.
    >Try to think unboner thoughts as something warm, soft, and endearing twiddles around your junk
  94. 94.
    >That's just making it worse
  95. 95.
    >"Uh... Sir?" Mac Says curiously
  96. 96.
    "Yes, Mac?"
  97. 97.
    >"Yer... ah, well... ah learn'd a pet aint got no right tellin' their owners want to do with them an' if ya wanna..."
  98. 98.
    >He gently nuzzles the crotch of your pants, breathing slowing down, eyes looking to you with something like worry
  99. 99.
    >"Ah... ah can h-help ya with that..."
  100. 100.
    "L-look Mac, I like girls, but thanks"
  101. 101.
    >"Ma old owner tol' me it wasn' gay if it wasn' a dude..."
  102. 102.
    >You stop. Sheesh, maybe his name should have been trooper, most people with his issues started tumblrs.
  103. 103.
    >You go back to petting his side, feeling the slight uneveness of his coat
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    >"Ah-ah just wanna show ya I appreciate everythin' you' done."
  105. 105.
    >He nuzzles just below your belt
  106. 106.
    >Huston we have full strength
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  108. 108.
    >You lay a hand on his side. You definitely do not want any of the house-cleaning, table-fixing, sweaty, powerfully built, grateful, submissive, southern-accented
  109. 109.
    >Who are you kidding
  110. 110.
    >Mac keeps nuzzling softly, MiniAnon more then enjoying the attention
  111. 111.
    >You let the pressure on his up, look around to see if anyone has entered your home lately, and undo your belt
  112. 112.
    >Mac scoots a little closer, undoing the button and zipper with his mouth
  113. 113.
    >You move around, back on the armrest, legs on either side of the warm, slightly heaving Mac
  114. 114.
    >The pony takes your underwear band in your mouth, pulling it down, warm breath brushing your shaft the whole way down
  115. 115.
    >And he even does it slowly
  116. 116.
    >MiniAnon is ready to go as Mac nuzzles your balls with gentle care, warm soft tongue tracing the line back up
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  119. 119.
    >His nuzzling moves along MiniAnon
  120. 120.
    >His nose and lips are soft, gentle, like velvet
  121. 121.
    >His deep, regular and slightly moist breaths brush you like a rainforest breeze
  122. 122.
    >His tongue wraps around the whole front half, surface gentle, warm and wet
  123. 123.
    >By the time he's at the top he's licking up a bead of slick pre and smiling contently
  124. 124.
    >His soft lips brush the head of MiniAnon, breaths still warm, wet and slow as he kisses and carefully moves down onto to your flesh
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  126. 126.
    >Holy crap this feels amazing, his tongue cradling the whole underside, his fuzzy, strong lips sealing around the base of your shaft, more like a pair of velvet fingers then anything
  127. 127.
    >His breath never stops, hot and wet as he starts bobbing along your shaft
  128. 128.
    >Mother earth herself could not do this
  129. 129.
    >You shiver as he increases his pace, lips exploring every inch of your shaft, tongue slowly exploring your head, practically milking you
  130. 130.
    >Your hands rest on his head, one in his mane, tangling with the hair carefully, the other getting a grip on his collar, being just careful enough to not choke or pull on him
  131. 131.
    >His bobbing continues, lips pressing and squeezing, tongue and breath wetting your shaft
  132. 132.
    >You don't even know how long it goes
  133. 133.
    >His lips keep pressure, a warm velvet grip
  134. 134.
    >His breath and tongue are...
  135. 135.
    >Are...
  136. 136.
    >Before you can think of anything else, you feel the shocking bliss of orgasm
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  138. 138.
    >Mac continues, lips stroking, tongue lapping, the whole time pressing you deeper into the afterglow
  139. 139.
    >He lifts his head, looking tired but content, your already half-limp MiniAnon done.
  140. 140.
    >You stroke his mane softly
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    "Th-that was... great"
  142. 142.
    >"Ah triah Sir" He says, settling his head down, nuzzling your hands gently and you let go of his collar
  143. 143.
    >You take a few deep breaths, getting your pants back on with shaky hands
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    "Do you need..."
  145. 145.
    >"No, Sir. Ah'm alright" He says dreamily, nuzzling your thigh
  146. 146.
    >You lean back, still petting his ears and cheeks
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  149. 149.
    >Mac cuddles up to you, and you feel...
  150. 150.
    >Oh, jeeze, this pony has a fifth and a half leg prodding you gently
  151. 151.
    >You really should do him a solid
  152. 152.
    >But your head is clearing and you REALLY WANT A GF, RIGHT?
  153. 153.
    >You settle with hugging him close, rubbing his sides
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    "You sure you're alright Mac?"
  155. 155.
    >You gently brush Big Mac 2.0 with your knee
  156. 156.
    >His eyes snap open
  157. 157.
    >"Ah-Ah'm sorry Sir Ah'm alright I promise that jus' kinda happened an' you don' need to..."
  158. 158.
    >You lean down, nuzzle his forehead and hug him tightly
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    "Mac, it's alright"
  160. 160.
    >Between the offer to clean, the fixing the table for free and, that brain-melting experience you do owe him
  161. 161.
    >You lay him on his back
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  163. 163.
    >Mac looks alarmed
  164. 164.
    >"S-sir ya really don' need ta"
  165. 165.
    >Judging by that civilization ending pillar, you should
  166. 166.
    >You lean down, nuzzling his already hard shaft
  167. 167.
    >It smells like hay and hard work
  168. 168.
    >Mac twitches gently, hindlegs pulling in
  169. 169.
    >"Sir..." He says in a trailing whine, ears laying flat
  170. 170.
    "Mac, it's alright"
  171. 171.
    >You lick from the middle of his shaft to the tip, the whole thing oddly shaped but tasting kind of pleasant
  172. 172.
    >It's like that dream you keep having, but with a bright red horse
  173. 173.
    >It takes a lot of work, but you manage to get the tip and a few inches in your mouth
  174. 174.
    >Mac gasps, twitches, and slowly relaxes, nickering a gentle nothing
  175. 175.
    >You take a long lick, the pony's flesh tasting of salt, an honest musky something, and a grassy flavor
  176. 176.
    >Mac bucks into your attention, thick, salty pre flooding your mouth.
  177. 177.
    >With a little work you swallow it, the flavor bizarre but like Mac, honest and earthy.
  178. 178.
    >The swallow drives Mac into another loud moan, and you feel the first fitful spurts of ropey cum on your tongue.
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    >Wheat, grass, salty sweat
  180. 180.
    >You have just enough time to think and pull your mouth off, quickly moving your hand in and stroking as your pet cums
  181. 181.
    >The red pony moans and writhes slowly under your attention, his hooves pressing against you softly
  182. 182.
    >His chest is coated in white, thick liquid
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    >And his chin, you bought a shooter
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    >"Thank you S-Sir..."
  188. 188.
    >Mac is panting as his hooves work at the air in slow motion
  189. 189.
    >Your mouth is still full of his seed, and your lips feel feel heavy as well
  190. 190.
    >He leans up, licking your lips to clean you off
  191. 191.
    >Not sure if... eh, it's actually rather nice
  192. 192.
    >You swallow, which is kinda gross but at leas it tastes okay
  193. 193.
    >Mac licks you, then himself clean, flexible enough to get his whole chest and belly
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  195. 195.
    >The pony rolls over to his belly and rests his head in your lap, tail swaying as you stroke his ears
  196. 196.
    >You both watch the end of that episode of star trek
  197. 197.
    >Big Mac has his head on your chest, forelegs around your middle, nickering softly content nothings
  198. 198.
    >The time is ten in the morning

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