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MacFic 2, by ARCTURIAN

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Created: 12th October 2021 01:23:37 AM
22nd October 2021 07:09:11 AM

  1. >Trooper, you mean Big Mac, keeps you in a hug, sobbing
  2. >Then just sort of snuffling and sniffling
  3. >All the while, you're hugging him back and stroking his ears and neck softly, running your fingers through his shortened mane
  4. >The pony finally falls asleep after half an hour.
  5. >Slowly escape the ponybeast's clutches with a cunning Indiana Jones style body pillow switch
  6. >Yes, you own a body pillow, it's good for hugging
  7. >Sneak to your laptop and start googling talking ponymonsters
  8. >And symptoms of a concussion or sudden schizophrenia
  9.  
  10. >Google tells you that there are, in fact, talking ponythings for sale for godawful amounts of money
  11. >And that you have brain cancer twice
  12. >According to most of the FAQ sites the ponies are intelligent, but are raised to always want to be a pet
  13. >You use your google-fu to try and find out why this has never been on the news
  14. >Oh, Real Jersey Shore Troll Edition premiered the same week these things went public
  15. >Ponies need about as much attention as most dogs, and can handle simple tasks
  16. >They aren't allergic to anything strange and can live for around 70 years if cared for properly
  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. >Definitely not telling Mac about that
  19. >You bookmark some suggested recipes for treats and ideas for games and activites
  20. >Close the laptop, walk by the sleeping mac and gently ruffle his mane
  21. >He makes a soft sound and lifts his head into your hand for a moment
  22. >Pick up the ragbeast Smarty Pants and gently push it down between his chest and the pillow
  23.  
  24. >You have some mostly-fresh salad mix in the fridge
  25. >Pour that into a large bowl and leave it on the floor near your couch where Mac could see it
  26. >Pick up the garbage, sweep and start mopping when Mac finally opens his eyes and looks around
  27.  
  28.  
  29. >"S-Sir ya didn' need ta' I was gunna clean that up..."
  30. >You look a little confused at the pony
  31. "You clean?"
  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. >He gets down, foreleg not giving him any trouble, he sits on his haunches and looks anxiously at you, ears half-splayed out
  34. >"Ah didn' mean ta make a mess ah was just tryin' ta get Smarty Pants back..."
  35. "You could have asked"
  36. >You finish drying the floor after the mopping, and it looks as clean as a 70's era floor can
  37. >"Ah figgerd people didn' like pets talkin'... after ah..." The pony closes his eyes and hangs his head
  38. >"Ah can' get anythin' right..."
  39. >You walk over to the pony and softly stroke his ears
  40. "Mac, it's okay. I got some salad from the fridge if you're hungry"
  41. >The pony perks up just slightly, casting a glance back at the bowl on the floor "Thank ya' Sir"
  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. >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. >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. >Wait, no, he'll look normal
  46.  
  47. >You flip on the television and watch some rerun of star trek
  48. >Mac returns to your side and sits on the floor, watching the screen intently
  49. "Mac, you can sit on the couch if you want"
  50. >The pony looks up at you "Ah-ah can?"
  51. "Sure"
  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. >You prop up your legs on the coffee table, which squeaks
  54. >Mac perks up "Sir do ya have any tools around?"
  55. >You'd gotten a tool kit as an apartmentwarming gift from your parents
  56.  
  57.  
  58. >The only use it sees is in spider extermination
  59. "Yeah, over in the closet"
  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. >"Sir, can ya clear off the table please?"
  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. >If he goes postal on your $25 Ikea table, you will certainly feel ambivalent
  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. >The pony looks around for a moment, foreleg testing the table for loose parts
  66. >One of the leg wobbles like a politician's stance on healthcare
  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. >Pony should qualify for some kind of contortionism award
  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. >"There ya go, Sir."
  71. >You set your feet on it
  72. >Not a squeak to be heard
  73. >You look at Mac with surprise
  74.  
  75. >"Wh-what'd ah do wrong? Ah triah'd Sir Ah Did!"
  76. >The pony looks ready to start sobbing again
  77. "Mac, Relax, I like it."
  78. >"Ya do?"
  79. "I do, I promise"
  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. >You stroke his mane and ears, and feel a little sweat
  82. >He must've atrophied in the deathpit, even your shriveled frame can move that table easily
  83. "Mac, you can still sit on the couch"
  84. >"Thanks Sir" He says, trotting under your legs and getting on the cushion next to you after you clear the detritus
  85.  
  86.  
  87. >He's still panting heavily and sweaty, you can feel it as you stroke his ribs
  88. >He rests his head in your lap, and suddenly you realize you're sporting an uncomfortable halfy
  89. >Shit, missed the morning session
  90. >Never miss your morning session
  91.  
  92. >Mac shifts his head around in your lap, trying to find a comfortable spot
  93. >Try to think unboner thoughts as something warm, soft, and endearing twiddles around your junk
  94. >That's just making it worse
  95. >"Uh... Sir?" Mac Says curiously
  96. "Yes, Mac?"
  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. >He gently nuzzles the crotch of your pants, breathing slowing down, eyes looking to you with something like worry
  99. >"Ah... ah can h-help ya with that..."
  100. "L-look Mac, I like girls, but thanks"
  101. >"Ma old owner tol' me it wasn' gay if it wasn' a dude..."
  102. >You stop. Sheesh, maybe his name should have been trooper, most people with his issues started tumblrs.
  103. >You go back to petting his side, feeling the slight uneveness of his coat
  104. >"Ah-ah just wanna show ya I appreciate everythin' you' done."
  105. >He nuzzles just below your belt
  106. >Huston we have full strength
  107.  
  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. >Who are you kidding
  110. >Mac keeps nuzzling softly, MiniAnon more then enjoying the attention
  111. >You let the pressure on his up, look around to see if anyone has entered your home lately, and undo your belt
  112. >Mac scoots a little closer, undoing the button and zipper with his mouth
  113. >You move around, back on the armrest, legs on either side of the warm, slightly heaving Mac
  114. >The pony takes your underwear band in your mouth, pulling it down, warm breath brushing your shaft the whole way down
  115. >And he even does it slowly
  116. >MiniAnon is ready to go as Mac nuzzles your balls with gentle care, warm soft tongue tracing the line back up
  117.  
  118.  
  119. >His nuzzling moves along MiniAnon
  120. >His nose and lips are soft, gentle, like velvet
  121. >His deep, regular and slightly moist breaths brush you like a rainforest breeze
  122. >His tongue wraps around the whole front half, surface gentle, warm and wet
  123. >By the time he's at the top he's licking up a bead of slick pre and smiling contently
  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
  125.  
  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. >His breath never stops, hot and wet as he starts bobbing along your shaft
  128. >Mother earth herself could not do this
  129. >You shiver as he increases his pace, lips exploring every inch of your shaft, tongue slowly exploring your head, practically milking you
  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. >His bobbing continues, lips pressing and squeezing, tongue and breath wetting your shaft
  132. >You don't even know how long it goes
  133. >His lips keep pressure, a warm velvet grip
  134. >His breath and tongue are...
  135. >Are...
  136. >Before you can think of anything else, you feel the shocking bliss of orgasm
  137.  
  138. >Mac continues, lips stroking, tongue lapping, the whole time pressing you deeper into the afterglow
  139. >He lifts his head, looking tired but content, your already half-limp MiniAnon done.
  140. >You stroke his mane softly
  141. "Th-that was... great"
  142. >"Ah triah Sir" He says, settling his head down, nuzzling your hands gently and you let go of his collar
  143. >You take a few deep breaths, getting your pants back on with shaky hands
  144. "Do you need..."
  145. >"No, Sir. Ah'm alright" He says dreamily, nuzzling your thigh
  146. >You lean back, still petting his ears and cheeks
  147.  
  148.  
  149. >Mac cuddles up to you, and you feel...
  150. >Oh, jeeze, this pony has a fifth and a half leg prodding you gently
  151. >You really should do him a solid
  152. >But your head is clearing and you REALLY WANT A GF, RIGHT?
  153. >You settle with hugging him close, rubbing his sides
  154. "You sure you're alright Mac?"
  155. >You gently brush Big Mac 2.0 with your knee
  156. >His eyes snap open
  157. >"Ah-Ah'm sorry Sir Ah'm alright I promise that jus' kinda happened an' you don' need to..."
  158. >You lean down, nuzzle his forehead and hug him tightly
  159. "Mac, it's alright"
  160. >Between the offer to clean, the fixing the table for free and, that brain-melting experience you do owe him
  161. >You lay him on his back
  162.  
  163. >Mac looks alarmed
  164. >"S-sir ya really don' need ta"
  165. >Judging by that civilization ending pillar, you should
  166. >You lean down, nuzzling his already hard shaft
  167. >It smells like hay and hard work
  168. >Mac twitches gently, hindlegs pulling in
  169. >"Sir..." He says in a trailing whine, ears laying flat
  170. "Mac, it's alright"
  171. >You lick from the middle of his shaft to the tip, the whole thing oddly shaped but tasting kind of pleasant
  172. >It's like that dream you keep having, but with a bright red horse
  173. >It takes a lot of work, but you manage to get the tip and a few inches in your mouth
  174. >Mac gasps, twitches, and slowly relaxes, nickering a gentle nothing
  175. >You take a long lick, the pony's flesh tasting of salt, an honest musky something, and a grassy flavor
  176. >Mac bucks into your attention, thick, salty pre flooding your mouth.
  177. >With a little work you swallow it, the flavor bizarre but like Mac, honest and earthy.
  178. >The swallow drives Mac into another loud moan, and you feel the first fitful spurts of ropey cum on your tongue.
  179. >Wheat, grass, salty sweat
  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. >The red pony moans and writhes slowly under your attention, his hooves pressing against you softly
  182. >His chest is coated in white, thick liquid
  183.  
  184.  
  185. >And his chin, you bought a shooter
  186.  
  187. >"Thank you S-Sir..."
  188. >Mac is panting as his hooves work at the air in slow motion
  189. >Your mouth is still full of his seed, and your lips feel feel heavy as well
  190. >He leans up, licking your lips to clean you off
  191. >Not sure if... eh, it's actually rather nice
  192. >You swallow, which is kinda gross but at leas it tastes okay
  193. >Mac licks you, then himself clean, flexible enough to get his whole chest and belly
  194.  
  195. >The pony rolls over to his belly and rests his head in your lap, tail swaying as you stroke his ears
  196. >You both watch the end of that episode of star trek
  197. >Big Mac has his head on your chest, forelegs around your middle, nickering softly content nothings
  198. >The time is ten in the morning

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