In their rightful places <3

Lucky guy. I don’t think most mares have the confidence to make such a big stud like him their bitch, but Limestone could probably have his face melting off before the night’s over. Fuck yes, mistress Limestone.<3

Darnit.  
*>>1289392 for Pinkiemac.

@Background Pony #BEAA  
Three things:  
One, of course I’ll post links.  
In order of most to least recent writing/posting:
 
Maudmac  
>>1474800
 
Marblemac  
>>1390899
 
Pinkiemac  
>>1289092
 
Applemac, because of reasons.  
>>1483402
 
Two, I wondered about the salt vs sweet cum thing. Didn’t know meat contributed to the salt flavoring, though. Thanks for letting me know.
 
Three, I forgot to have a third thing here. Dammit all.

@Background Pony #B96C  
Two things: one, can you please link the other stories? I can’t just check your comments like I do with y-3 and that was HOT! Second is a (minor) complaint regarding something commonly done in MLP art: salty pre and cum. A majority of the saltiness in human fluids is a result of our consumption of meat. Since ponies, being equine, do not regularly eat meat, their cum would be much sweeter and the Apple family in particular due to their (some would say excessive) diet of apples.

HOT

Dialogue is kinda on the nose.
 
Just like her juices.

<3

nice

y-yes limestone sama

@Background Pony #DABA  
Lez duet den, ya campin wanker! I’m 6”8, 230 lb, bench 180 and know karate, kung fu, capoiera and a bunch of other dangerous words! I’ll knock ya the fuk oot m8!

@Background Pony #B96C  
oi m8 u fukken wot? i’ll rek u swer on me mum fite me outsid da pub 2nite m8

@Background Pony #427A  
Wasn’t really going for puns/jokes so much as geology references and analogies.
 
That said…  
Wat m8? 1v1 irl, N00B! U will get rekt! I’m fckin +3373!

@Background Pony #B96C  
I count a total of somewhere around 5 rock puns in this fic. Step up your game m8

“WORK HARDER, SLAVE!”, She struggled to maintain her composure and false anger as she demanded this. He was making it harder than his erection, still saliva slicked and bubble coated from her initial attempt to take him into her throat like Maud had.
 
He lapped deeper into her folds, lips caressing her clit as he worked his tongue further into her. Her breathing hitched sharply, and she fought the true to the moon “I love you” aching at the back of her throat to be spoken.
 
Colors unimaginable flashed before her topaz eyes as he opened his maw further, his tongue parting her walls like a pickaxe through sandstone. He pressed his face into her, taking the entirety of her external vagina into his sinfully gifted mouth.
 
‘Oh Celestia, I love him!’, She mentally admitted, head tilting back, teeth damn near breaking the skin if her bottom lip. She needed this so badly, she couldn’t help but to encourage and insult him further, “Now you wanna act like you know how to eat pussy? Guess what they say about being what you eat is spot on, huh?”
 
He answered her questions by darting his broad tongue into her quickly in rapid succession, flexing it as flat and blunt as he could in his effort to properly apologize to his Dom. She appreciated the gesture and let him no by diving throat first down his member, feeling her gag reflex engage violently at her actions.
 
The constriction of her esophagus caused him to falter and suck in a breathe through the mouthful of her mound. The chill shook her to the bone and made her force her hips down harder, locking her hocks behind his head in a granite hard vice to keep that wet heat against her permanently.
 
If it bothered him, he didn’t let it show as he moved his massive hooves further up her flanks till they held firmly to her cutie mark, his pulse strong in the toughened flesh of his frogs. He pressed her to his face like she were the first meal he’d had in days, sucking her vulva into his greedy maw as his tongue pushed further onward, feeling her heart pound against the wriggling appendage buried in her honey leaking walls.
 
The sensation made her need to breathe like a cave needed to be mined. She pulled herself free of his dick, sight blurry from tears and throat sore from abuse, the gasp loud and half a loving cry.
 
“Ah! Don’t stop!”, She said, legs sprouting muscular sinew through her coat as she pressed him as hard into her love cave as her anatomy would allow, her cries not traveling passed the muffling bales of hay. She sat back as far she could, grinding herself back and forth with the power of two tectonic plates clashing.
 
Colors, scents, sounds, and tastes all fell away from her mind as she focused solely on his touch. He was eating her out and doing so with her fears, reservations and caution as side dishes.
 
She cried out as he brought her to a painfully powerful orgasm, biting her own hoof to not scream and bring the combined family running. She didn’t even feel the pain of doing so, her eyes screwed shut as she squirted and orgasmed into that too talented mouth.
 
He swallowed what she gave him and continued to suck and lick her pussy, trying to coax out more of that delectable mare honey he craved. He released her mound with a vulgar, wet sound, flushed and swollen to a grey and pink glow from his sucking, deciding to lick along her slit to get any juice he could have missed prior.
 
She collapsed onto his stomach hooves first, hardly shifting the hard muscles filling out his barrel even with her muscle enhanced weight. His penis throbbed hard and strong, not diminished at all from her attempt to please him.
 
In fact, it looked like his frantic feasting had made him a bit bigger and harder. He was now so hard his penis pointed straight up from his sheathe; She couldn’t simply leave him like that.
 
“That’s enough, Slave.”, She told him,feeling him stop the second he heard his name. Oh Faust, she couldn’t feel her back legs.
 
“Spread your legs.”, He obeyed like the good servant he was, doing an impressive imitation of a tripod. She crawled down his torso, as she damn well couldn’t walk, and eyed the beast he was burdened with; It stood in defiance.
 
She had to wet him up again, seeing as her saliva had dried whilst she had ridden him into paralysis. It would be no easy task.
 
This penis had been hilted in Maud’s ass. Buried in Sugar Belle’s pussy.
 
Marble couldn’t hope to reach his medial ring in any hole. The opposite held true for that slut of a sister Pinkamena, who could park a train car in either orifice and had sucked him within an inch of his life in this very barn.
 
She would make him beg her for his release. She took his flared head into her mouth, tasting the salt and fructose his pre-cum held as she hesitantly poked the back of her tongue with him.
 
She’d make him love her…
 
…
 
Finally, I’ve written a clopfic for an image of Mac with each Pie Sister.

Mmmm Lucky Big Mac!

yes mistress!