> The Farmer's Herd
>  by ObsidianPony
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> Starting A Herd
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The pleasant afternoon weather made Sweet Apple Acres all the more appealing to the eye with Celestia’s sunlight shining down, bathing the rows upon rows of apple trees with a pleasant effect of the sunlight being reflected in some of the fully grown apples waiting to be picked, almost making them look shined to a polish.

To Cheerilee it was still odd to see apples that you could literally see your reflection in to begin with but Big Macintosh had told her it was just the Apple family way of growing them that gave them such a healthy look.

The teacher just smiled at the familiar farm and the large red house that she was walking to, avoiding going through the fields and instead taking the longer path. It might have been longer but the trouser suit she wore to work did not suit walking through muddy fields especially not with the high heels that she wore to complete the outfit. Cheerilee did not like high heels much to begin with, finding them awkward and clumsy, but they helped to make her look professional and keep parents from breathing down her neck.

“Not that I can blame them I suppose,” the fuschia mare conceded as she walked through the front gate, “their foals are very important to them as they should be.” She said to herself as she walked to the back door and pushed it open. She hadn’t gone four paces before she heard Applejack and Spike in the other room.

She had almost made it to the stairs when she heard what they were talking about.


“I slept with Rarity last weekend, and then Twilight and Rarity Monday night. According to Twilight, losing my virginity activated my body’s lust drive. She and Zecora filled Rarity and me in on the details earlier today. Then I came here to talk to you…”

Cheerilee paused at that, her eyes going wide as saucers. Could Spike be talking about making a herd? Cheerilee had of course watched the young drake grow up over the years but through all that she had never seen his attentions focused on another mare besides from the fashionista of his dreams Rarity. To be talking about making a herd, even after sleeping with Rarity… 

Cheerilee’s brain struggled to catch up with being blindsided like that so that she almost missed Applejack cutting Spike off and responding to him.


“Get some food in you, it’ll help you think. Now, the way I figure it, you’re worried about what others will think, ain’t that right?”

“Yeah, I mean, I’m used to the weird looks by now, and I don’t get them nearly as often. But running around town hoarding women, seems like the kind of thing to off-put our friends and neighbors, you know?”

“I wouldn’t complain,” Cheerilee whispered to herself with a grin, “a mighty dragon swooping in to take mares for his own sounds very hot… or maybe in my case a nice strong stallion.” She grinned at the thought of Big Mac having a herd.

“Well, I’m happy to tell you that you won’t have to worry about that too much. After all, Cheerilee has been trying to organize a herd for Big Mac for a month now. It’s kind of funny actually, Mac ain’t exactly the driving force, most the time he comes home exhausted after being dragged around all day.”

Cheerilee couldn’t help but agree with that. It was true, she did want Big Macintosh to have a herd; polygamy was relatively accepted in Equestria as was the idea of having a harem though some still had issues with it on a matter of principle. The school teacher couldn’t pretend that to her it was a very erotic idea, the idea of being part of Big Mac’s herd, one of his many mates.

The two had been going steady for a while. It had actually taken them another few years after the love poison incident before they actually began to seriously date each other, as opposed to occasional teases to get back at the Cutie Mark Crusaders. But since then Cheerilee had been sure, completely assured in her mind, that Big Macintosh was the stallion for her; he was always kind, always comforting and whenever she could get him to speak freely he always had the greatest sincerity for everything that he said.

And then Cheerilee had suggested the idea of a herd. After almost a year of it just being a fantasy.

She could remember suggesting it perfectly, as well as Big Mac’s reaction.

Cheerilee felt the smile on her face as Big Mac stood above her, stroking furiously at his stallionhood. “Big” was certainly the right word to describe him down there and Cheerilee was thankful for that every time they slept together like this.


“Come on honey… right here.” Cheerilee cooed for him, stroking a hand across her face as she waited for Big Mac to cum. She always liked it when she ended up a mess in one way or another after sex, it just made her feel so dirty when she would look in a mirror in the morning and see looking back a mare who clearly had just been used in a great many pleasurable ways.


Another advantage was getting to look into Big Mac’s face as his orgasm came closer and closer. Very rarely did the huge red stallion drop the stoic nature she so loved and during these intimate moments was one of the very few times where she would see him let loose.



She kept her eyes open long enough to see the wave of pleasure on Big Mac’s face as he groaned from his orgasm before she closed her own eyes and opened her mouth. Not a second later she felt his seed spraying onto her face in spurts, fully aware that some of it was getting in her mane and not caring in the least, it just made her feel even more dirty and sexy to be covered in his seed.


“Mmm, such an amazing stallion aren’t you?” She purred to Big Mac as she gathered some of his seed onto a finger and licked it sensually for him.  “Very tasty.”


Big Mac placed his hands on her arms and gently guided her to stand on her feet again, Cheerilee still a bit shaky from the rutting she had received only minutes ago from the same stallion now holding her as if she were a precious treasure that would break with the slightest bump.


The fuschia mare smiled at the gentleness of her stallion as he gently lay them both down in the bed, spooning behind his mare and wrapping his arms around her front. Even if he didn’t fully realise it he was showing possessiveness of her like this and that was something that she hoped would make what she was about to ask easier.


“Honey?” She asked quietly, an almost silent “eeyup” the only answer she got. “We’ve been together a while now, haven’t we?” 


Big Mac seemed a little puzzled. “Eeyup?” He replied, sounding almost unsure of his own answer considering the strange and unprompted question.


Cheerilee took a deep breath for what she was about to suggest. “Haveyoueverthoughtaboutpossiblyputtingaherdtogether?” Cheerilee spoke far too quickly out of her nervousness. Big Mac’s utterly baffled expression might have been funny if she wasn’t so worried about what his response would be once he could understand her again.


“What?” He asked. “Slow down a bit dear.” He reassured her, gently hugging her closer to try and calm her down. Cheerilee appreciatively snuggled backwards into his hug before she tried to talk again, taking almost two minutes before she trusted her own voice.


“Okay. I’m calm, I’m together.” Cheerilee whispered, as much to herself as Big Mac before she spoke again. “I was just, thinking, no wondering, no thinkin- oh buck it, Big Mac I wanted to know if you had ever thought about forming a herd for yourself!” She slapped her hand over her mouth as she realised she’d spoken far louder than she meant.


At first the red stallion looked like he was about to ask what she meant by a herd before it clicked in his mind. It was rather impressive that she could still see the blush even under that dark red coat of his and across her chest she could feel him nervously playing with his fingers.


“Nope.” He responded simply. Something very odd happened though as Cheerilee looked at Big Mac: the stallion was not hard to read after she had spent so much time as both his friend and his marefriend, an open book might describe him pretty well, which made it all the more odd that Cheerilee realised she couldn’t tell from his face whether he was telling the truth or not.


“Really?” She asked with an unintentionally eager voice. Truth be told after looking up a bit more on how herds worked and were viewed it had seemed to her at least like it was every stallions dream, and more than a few mares herself included found the idea to be a very sexy and erotic one. 


“Nope.” Big Mac repeated simply.


Cheerilee debated whether or not to continue the train of thought before Big Mac spoke again and interrupted. “Why do you ask sugarcube?” 


“It’s nothing honey. Just something I found in a book, forget I asked.” She reassured him while her brain screamed at her to carry on the topic while her heart told her to respect Big Mac and not press him. “Goodnight sweetie.”


“Goodnight.” Big Mac mumbled to her with a peck on her cheek before he nuzzled into her mane and moments later the gentle deep breathing confirmed he was asleep.





Cheerilee hadn’t brought the subject up again since that night. As she made her way upstairs to leave Spike and Applejack to their discussion she couldn’t help but think it had probably been the wisest call she could’ve made, what if she had pressed the topic and made Big Mac think she was some promiscuous floozy? No. She couldn’t have dealt with him thinking that, herd or not she loved Big Mac and she wouldn’t do anything to risk losing him.

That was what she told herself whenever she dragged Big Mac to see as many of her friends in one day as possible in the hopes that he might warm to some of them and by extension the idea of a herd. It seemed that Applejack wasn’t as oblivious as her brother though if she was aware of her doing it.

“Bit more subtle from now on maybe Cheerilee.” She whispered to herself before she arrived at the room she and Big Macintosh shared whenever she stayed at Sweet Apple Acres. She was slightly disappointed but not at all surprised that the room was empty, it would’ve been very unlike Big Mac to be sitting in his room when there was surely farm work to be done.

Shrugging her bag off of her shoulders Cheerilee unzipped the main part of the bag and quickly pulled out a change of clothes. The teacher liked to keep herself in good shape and had done even before she had gotten together with Big Mac and a trouser suit was most certainly not the type of clothes for farm work.

As she pulled the suit off she took a moment as always to check herself in the full length mirror; she liked to think she was a good looking mare, she certainly didn’t lack for breast size or a nice tight flank but she was always very critical of herself and would see signs of age that most wouldn’t care about or even notice. 

“Ugh.” She groaned to herself as she placed her hands on her own large breasts in her black bra, certain that they used to be firmer. She sighed and pulled on her farm attire, a flannel shirt and tight jeans along with a pair of boots that Applejack had let her have. 

She left her suit on the bed when she found that, bizarrely, the closet was locked. Maybe Big Mac had left it locked by mistake? But then why would he need to lock it to begin with? She ignored it with a shrug and headed out to the apple fields.

As she walked through the orchard looking for Big Mac her mind continued to wander about thoughts of being part of a herd. She didn’t know why it was so appealing, to belong to a strong stallion with other mates of his, to be his property and serve him and love him whenever he pleased. Even to herself she couldn’t quite explain it, she had always enjoyed being submissive to Big Mac in the bedroom but that had been very limited, mostly because Big Mac was too much of a sweetheart to truly see himself dominating her in anyway. 

That was a thought; Big Mac coming across her looking for him in this orchard, sneaking up on her and pinning her to a tree, knowing full well that she would not object and was his to do with as he pleased, ripping her clothes off-

“Hey there sugarcube.” Big Mac’s voice made her jump and pulled her out of her fantasies, instead letting her eyes settle on the muscular form of her real red stallion. His smile said it all about his adoration of her as in one hand he held a basket of apples. “Love the outfit.” Big Mac still didn’t speak as much as other stallions even around Cheerilee but he always said enough for her.

“Thanks, I thought you’d like it.” She smiled as she did a little twirl for him in her farm girl get up, pleased that it looked nice to him. “Figured even such a strong stallion needs a mare’s touch to the work every now and again.” She added as she marched up to one of the apple trees. 

How the Apple family were able to simply kick these trees to make the apples fall down was something that Cheerilee had never been able to comprehend and yet as she watched Big Mac he barely seemed to put any effort into it as his boot connected with the trunk, shook the entire tree and caused a cascade of apples into the baskets below it. The mare sighed and settled for carrying the baskets, which were heavy enough by themselves, and made a note to ask Applejack just how in Equestria they did it.

One advantage though was that, with the baskets slowing her down, it gave her time to admire her coltfriends muscular form, thanking Celestia for the warm day making Big Mac leave his shirt undone. 

“Anything planned today dear?” Cheerilee asked as they loaded the baskets into a cart to take into down later on. How in Equestria anyone was supposed to pull it was something Cheerilee didn’t bother to ask, knowing all about Big Mac’s strength first hand.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac replied simply.

“Oh? I’m surprised, you usually don’t plan ahead. Mind letting a mare in on it?” She asked, genuinely surprised.

Big Mac didn’t answer and simply placed the last of the baskets into the cart and began the walk back up to the farmhouse, his boots crunching on the gravel and reminding just how big and heavy the stallion was.

“What is it, did I say something?” Cheerilee asked with worry. “Look dear if it’s not something you want to share then you don’t need to but please don’t lock me out like that, just say that you can’t tell me,” she continued as they made their way to the front gate, “or at least just tell me it’s private or a family-”

She yelped as Big Mac turned and gripped her tail. She blushed furiously, a pony’s tail wasn’t something you just gripped casually and even if you were in a relationship it was usually the sort of thing you kept from prying eyes.

“Dear what are-”

“Master.”

She paused, all movement frozen as she looked at Big Mac. Did she hear that right?

“What?”

She let out an “eep” as he gave a gentle tug to her tail.

“Master. That is what is expected from a herd.” His face was as stoic as always but there was a little undertone of authority in his voice or at least as much as Big Mac ever used.

Cheerilee felt her heart practically explode. Was he really going through with this? He looked okay with it in his face, she felt she would’ve been able to tell if he was uncomfortable and just doing it for her but still she had to check.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this dear?” She whispered as she leaned in to peck him on the cheek. “I mean it’s so hot and you sound so sexy and I can’t wait to be calling you- EEP!” She yelped again as his hand gripped her flank tightly.

“Master.” He repeated firmly. “Upstairs, in the closet, get changed.” It didn’t sound like an order the way he said it but the way he had been acting made it obvious anyway. Cheerilee nodded but then caught herself.

“Yes master.” She replied, a huge grin on her face as she finally got to say that and made her way upstairs, already feeling her marehood getting wet at this turn of events. She could barely keep herself walking straight as she proceeded to their shared room, finding that the closet had been left unlocked this time.

“By Celestia…” She breathed out as she saw what Big Mac had for her. It at least now made sense why he had kept it locked, if his sisters or Granny Smith saw this it would’ve probably led to awkward questions.

It seemed that the two had thought alike that Cheerilee looked good in farm attire. Big Mac however had taken it far further than Cheerilee had dared for risk of making him or others uncomfortable; the denim short shorts were so small on her they made her feel like she was wearing underwear more than anything, and she was sure more of her flank was exposed by them than was hidden. The flannel chest shirt similarly was very small, to the point that she actually had to struggle to button it and even once she had her breasts were threatening to pop the buttons off and expose her.

As a last touch she removed her bra and panties and replaced them in her bag, after all Big Mac hadn’t left her any and he had told her to change into what was in the closet, and she would be more than happy to obey her new master. It still made her giddy that she would now get to call him that, her biggest fantasy being played out by the stallion of her dreams.

“Very nice.” She felt a thrill shoot through her as Big Mac’s voice commented on her appearance, out of instinct she gave a slight sway of her hips for him.

“Care to take your mare for a ride master?” She hissed in a sultry tone. Big Mac’s shake of the head didn’t fill her with disappointment but rather a mixture of both nervousness and excitement as the smile on his face clearly showed he had other plans for her.

“Nope. Go to your house. I’ll be there soon.” He ordered her, walking away as the mare felt a rush of arousal and embarrassment shoot through her. Walk home? Looking like some western themed prostitute? Why was that so hot? And why was she already walking down the path toward Ponyville?!

It was surprising how liberating she found it. She was barely decent and walking through her lifelong hometown, potentially passing her friends and acquaintances like this, and yet she felt no real embarrassment or shame, just arousal and an overwhelming sense of sexual freedom, showing her long beautiful legs and her mostly exposed flank cheeks off while her chest bounced as her breasts struggled against their confinement.

Amazingly she actually didn’t see too many ponies on the way home and she seemed to be able to go unnoticed mostly, aside from one poor stallion who had taken a look for too long and found himself up close and personal with a lamppost he would have seen if he hadn’t been distracted by a certain flank.

Once she got in though Cheerilee had no clue what she was supposed to do. Would Big Mac want her to be in the bedroom waiting for him? Did he expect her to do anything in particular? Was it just that he needed to excuse himself first?

In the end she settled for going to the bedroom to make sure everything was in order considering that she would bet an awful lot that they would end up there tonight. As she organised the bed and picked any stray clothes off the floor it again entered her mind the question of what had motivated Big Mac to suddenly change his tune on the whole idea of having a herd? Would he move fast with picking other mares? Would he even or would he just want her and treat her as a one pony herd?

Whatever he did though, she knew she’d be happy. She respected Big Mac as much as she loved him and had no doubt that he was the same way with her. 

“Sugarcube?” Big Mac’s voice made excitement buzz through her as she practically dashed to the front hallway to meet her coltfriend and now her master. Sure enough he had just closed the door behind him and though she could hardly have failed to notice it before with him now being her master she couldn’t help but notice just how bigger than her he was.

As soon as she reached him he reached over and pulled her to him for a deep, passionate kiss. Cheerilee hummed into the kiss at how he had pulled her over to him, not necessarily rough but in a way that clearly told her that refusing was not an option. 

Still though it was pleasing to see that Big Mac’s kisses still felt the same with the same loving tenderness and passion that he always displayed whenever the two of them got to kiss, different circumstances beside considering her attire and new position, and clearly it was one thing that he didn’t plan on changing.

“In the living room.” He quietly ordered her as they broke the kiss, giving her a nice swat on the flank as she walked away sending a moan through the teacher and a swish of her tail.

In the living room Cheerilee waited for her master to reappear since he hadn’t followed her and instead had proceeded into the kitchen. While she waited she looked over the mantelpiece at the various framed pictures dotting it.

She smiled at one in particular with her sitting on Big Mac’s lap on a bench at Sweet Apple Acres while Applejack stood beside the bench, Granny Smith had her rocking chair next to it and young Applebloom was reclining on a branch of the tree behind it. It was a simple picture otherwise, just them smiling happily at the camera but it had been very important to her and she hoped for Big Mac; the picture had been taken after she had suggested the herd then promptly dropped the subject and yet in the picture there was no awkwardness or doubt in Big Mac’s face nor in hers. 

It had been insisted on by Big Mac that they all be in the picture together. His own way of making her part of the family. Her heart still fluttered at that idea of not just being Big Mac’s marefriend but how the others had totally accepted her and treated her like one of their own.

She heard Big Mac’s footfalls behind her but didn’t turn, waiting for him to either order her to do so or to take initiative himself. She sighed in happiness as she felt him do the latter and cup her breasts with his hands in remarkably gentle fashion for such a giant of a stallion.

“On your knees dear. In front of the couch.” Even speaking in the same tone he always did with her it aroused her to hear him ordering her around. So with a gleeful skip in her step she arranged herself in front of the couch on her knees as he ordered and only grinned wider when he sat before her to show he had already undressed leaving his herculean physique and huge length on display.

She knew what he wanted her to do even before he nodded for her to do so. Crawling on all fours she made her way to him slowly, adding shakes of her flank and flicks of her mane along the way before she finally rose up slightly to be level with his stallionhood and began licking and kissing along the length.

Big Mac lay back to enjoy the feeling of his marefriend pleasuring him. He did not simply lie back though but instead from the bag he had brought on the side table he drew out a paper pad and pen.

“What’s that de- master.” Cheerilee asked, correcting herself hurriedly.

Big Mac caught her eye and stroked her mane reassuringly. “You don’t have to stop calling me dear, if you don’t want to call me master then don’t.”

“Oh I’ll keep that in mind, master.” Cheerilee answered with a grin. “But really what is that?”
Big Mac smiled and, with his hand on her chin, guided her to take the first few inches of his length into her mouth where the fuschia mare quickly began to suck and lick his length in a blowjob as she so loved to give him.

“Well you dragged me ‘around town to try and hook me up with other mares.” He reminded her much to the teachers slight embarrassment. “I didn’t forget.” With that he turned the paper pad round and showed on it the names of every mare that Cheerilee had tried to subtly introduce Big Mac to plus a few extra names.

Cheerilee blushed. “Was I that obvious?” She asked before returning to her pleasuring of Big Mac.

“Very.” Big Mac confirmed bluntly. “But I need to think about it; I know you want this herd Cheerilee and I do too, now that I’ve had time to think, but I need to want more than just a mare to rut. There needs to be something there, I’m never gonna feel about another mare the way I feel about you but I think it’s only right there be more to it than just friends with benefits.”

Cheerilee couldn’t help but agree there. Arousing as it was to think of multiple partners she couldn’t quite envision Big Mac just taking any random mare he found attractive and bringing her to their bed.

Cheerilee quickly had a mental image of Big Mac as a king with her as his favorite mistress and other mares at his beck and call. An arousing image but also amusing to think on, since she was fairly certain Big Mac would’ve rather been prevented from working the farm ever again.

It suddenly hit her, as Big Mac put a hand on the back of her head to persuade her to take more of him into her mouth. Here she was, on her knees in a barely decent outfit, giving head to her coltfriend as he casually looked down a list of other mares that he might want to bring into his bed along with her. It was dirty, degrading and very taboo to even think of and the fact she was doing it at all made her very wet, to the point that she almost unconsciously unbuttoned and threw off her already barely there top.

“Hmm, I don’t think I ordered you to do that.” She paused in anticipation. “I’ll be sure to remember that for later, can’t let you off with that and have my herd being disobedient.”

The mare didn’t particularly care, if anything she looked forward to it, instead she kept up pleasuring him while trying to sneak a peek at his list of mares which already he had crossed out several names right away.

It was going to be an interesting undertaking that was for sure. Whether it worked out or not Cheerilee could tell that she and Big Mac would always stay together and that was more than enough for her.

Bring on the mares, she thought to herself with a little chuckle as she felt Big Mac’s orgasm approaching and pulled out, just in time for her to take his load on her face and complete her little mental image of herself as a horny dirty mare.

“You do love doing that don’t you?” Big Mac asked with a chuckle once he had caught his breath.

“Eeyup.” Cheerilee replied in a mimic of her coltfriends usual speaking.

“Heh, take long on that answer?” Big Mac asked as he stood and pulled her to her feet.

“Nope.” She answered again but couldn’t keep it up and burst into giggles as Big Mac lead the two of them up the stairs. “I love you dear.” She whispered and pressed a kiss to his cheek as the two of them walked into the bedroom together.

Big Mac smiled and leaned in to plant a kiss of his own on her cheek. “I love you too sugarcube.” He whispered back as they closed the door and headed for the bed for the first time under their new arrangement.










> Starting A Herd Part 2
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The rising of Celestia’s sun signalled the beginning of a new day as the sunlight peeked through the only mostly drawn curtains of Cheerilee and Big Macintosh’s bedroom. The mare herself smiled as the sun on her closed eyes awoke her and she became aware of Big Mac’s arms wrapped around her possessively.

Weekends were a luxury for a teacher like Cheerilee. Yes there would be work to mark and lessons to plan out but the well organised mare managed to do most of that in what little free time the weekdays afforded her anyway, leaving her to actually be able to enjoy herself most weekends as long as she kept on schedule.

Of course she expected she would be quite busy this weekend though not in the same way.

She enjoyed the warmth and comfort of Big Mac holding her close for a few more minutes before she turned herself around and gently turned his handsome face to hers to press a loving kiss to his lips. Almost immediately the red stallion was returning it and his hands had lowered to caress and squeeze her hips, rubbing along her cutie mark every now and then.

“Morning sugarcube.” He said with a happy smile on his face. 

“Good morning master.” Cheerilee replied back as she pressed another kiss to his cheek and wiggled her hips for his hands. 

Big Mac almost looked surprised. “We’re still okay then? You’re still sure about this?” He asked without any trace of the more dominant Big Mac from last night.

“Absolutely. As long as you want it too and you’re sure that you’ll be comfortable?” She asked but giggled at the raised eyebrow from Big Mac. “Okay I guess that might’ve been a bit of an obvious answer but we should always check we’re both comfortable.”

“Here here.” Big Mac agreed as he threw the covers off and stood up from the bed, smirking as Cheerilee quickly gave a squeeze on his flank. “Got any plans for today?” He asked as he looked around for his shirt.

Cheerilee smiled at how similar it all was. Even though she wanted this new way of thinking and relationship it filled her with joy to know that little things like this, the playful waking up in the morning and little things would stay the same. “Actually I’ve got a meeting at the spa with an old friend.” She said as she too got out of the bed. “We haven’t seen each other for so long and she and her husband are in town for a few weeks.” 

“Why Ponyville?” Big Mac asked. 

“Well is it really so bad?” Cheerilee asked sarcastically.

“Nope. Just seems an odd place for a holiday.” He said honestly as he pulled on a white muscle shirt he had brought with him to go with his jeans. “Most folks save for somewhere like Fillydelphia or Canterlot or some other big city.”

Cheerilee smiled at that as she remembered her friend’s words about big cities. “Actually they’re coming from Canterlot to stay here for a few weeks, some peace and quiet away from the bustle of the capital you know?” She said as she picked out a simple white t-shirt and black jeans for herself.

“So, how long before you have to meet them?”

“I’m meeting them at the spa in about two hours, why do you a-” Cheerilee cut herself off with a moan as she felt Big Mac’s hands on her, one cupping a breast and the other trailing down to squeeze her flank.

“Because that leaves me enough time to enjoy what’s mine.” He purred into her ear sending a shiver through the mare as he spoke of her like property, the hand on her flank slipping between her legs to rub against her rapidly dampening marehood.

“Mmm, yes master, take what’s yours.” She purred for him as she dropped the clothes. “Spread your mare and take her as your prize!” She ended up saying the last part louder than she intended when he pinched one of her hard nipples.

“Oh I plan to.” The red stallion whispered as the hand on her breast left long enough for him to unzip his jeans. “As many times as I want, whenever I want, however I want.” He stated as simply as he would a factual statistic while his hand returned to roughly fondling her breast.

Cheerilee couldn’t help but moan at the sheer arousal of it and that moan only hit a higher note as Big Mac slipped two fingers into her soaked marehood. Foreplay was something that the couple had plenty of experience with but never had Cheerilee really been able to get Big Mac to take control of her like this, to make it clear that she was his to use however he wanted and she absolutely loved it.

She writhed and thrust against his fingers in her marehood to the apparent amusement of Big Mac who lowered the hand on her breast to caress her flank cheeks before without warning swatting her cheek hard. 

“You’re such a horny, naughty mare.” He told her in a scolding tone of voice. “Looking forward to being part of my herd?”

“Oh yes!”

“Ready to serve me with your body whenever I want you?”

“Always.”

“Good.” Big Mac finished simply as he pulled out his fingers, stroking the soaked digits along the length of his stallionhood to lube himself up. Once he had done that he wrapped one arm around her waist and with the other took a hold on her mane before spreading her lips as the first inches of him were forced into her.

Cheerilee for her part moaned as she felt that enormous, throbbing length spreading her open; sex with Big Mac was always at least somewhat intense given his size and that despite her own complaints about her age Cheerilee was still very tight. All that was enough when Big Mac and her took it easy and were gentle but here that had gone right out the window, with Big Mac shoving himself deeper into her until her hilted himself in the now very full feeling mare.

She gasped at the empty feeling as he pulled back again, almost out of her completely, before crying out as he thrust back into her completely in one thrust. He began slowly at first, taking his time and holding back on each thrust still making sure that she could take it.

The writhing of the mare as she thrust back at him and her arm reaching around his shoulder to try and pull him in deeper were answer enough and so Big Mac began to thrust into her with more power and speed with every thrust, the slapping of flesh on flesh filling the room with every powerful pump in and out he gave punctuated by the moans and cries of pleasure from Cheerilee as he used her warm and tight marehood for his own enjoyment.

Cheerilee for one felt like she was in heaven. Pressed against the wall with her coltfriend half holding her in place and using her like some toy of his was a great fantasy come true for her and to know that the one filling her and running his hands all over her was the stallion she knew and loved with all her heart only intensified the heavy arousal running through her body as waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again.

Minutes passed in this state though to them it could have just as easily been hours or seconds as they lost themselves to the feelings of bliss. After several more particularly powerful thrusts Big Mac pulled out of Cheerilee and, with a yelp of surprise from the mare, picked her up and hauled her over to the bed, laying her down with her feet on the ground and her upper body lying on the bed with her flank up and on display.

She only had a second to prepare as Big Mac hilted himself in her once again with one solid thrust and began ploughing into her at full force. Well, full force for a regular stallion at least, full force for Big Mac would’ve probably broke her in half.

“Oh yes, yes yes!” She cried out as she rocked back and forth on the bed as he pulled her back to meet his thrusting hips. “Such a strong stallion Big Mac, you’re so good! Come on you big horny stallion, take your mare! Fill her up and remind her who she belongs to!” Cheerilee wasn’t usually much more for dirty talk than Big Mac was and was surprised at some of the things that had come out of their mouths since yesterday.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac grunted out as he sped up again, approaching the edge of orgasm. His thrusts were so fast that Cheerilee didn’t have time to recover from each spreading her before he entered her again, the teacher’s tongue lolling out as her orgasm hit, her juices spraying over Big Mac’s groin and the bed but the red stallion was not quite done and continued.

The farming stallion continued to thrust as Cheerilee’s body went slack from her orgasm as he felt his own coming on, using the hand in her mane to ram into her with as much power as he dared to use before with a groan of his own he crashed headlong into bliss, shooting his seed into the teacher on the bed.

Once he had finished filling her Big Mac pulled out and lay down beside Cheerilee with a smile on his face, one which she returned as they shared a tender kiss. “Lucky it’s a saturday.”

“W-Why do you say that?” Cheerilee panted as she recovered from her orgasm.

“Because you don’t need to answer a foal asking why Miss Cheerilee is walking funny.” He replied with a chuckle. “Well, I gotta get to the farm or Applejack will give me an ear full.” He said apologetically as he stood up.

“Okay. I’ll see you later master.” Cheerilee said happily as she too went to get cleaned up and dressed.

“One thing.” Big Mac called to her making the fuschia mare stop in her tracks. “You were cheeky last night… to make sure you behave I think it’s only right that I punish you for it.”

Cheerilee shuddered as she asked, “How so master?”

Big Mac looked at the clothes she was going to change into. “Since you like taking your shirt off so much,” Cheerilee blushed as she remembered ripping her shirt off the night before, “we should make it easier for you; until I say otherwise I don’t want you wearing any bras or panties. Understood?” He tried to make it sound like an order but the same undercurrent of asking permission was there that he often had with her.

Cheerilee smiled and nodded. “Of course master. It is only right after all.” She added and practically skipped into the bathroom.

Big Mac considered following her in there for some more fun and discipline but he really did need to be at the farm and so with a smile on his face he left and began the walk through the sunny town of Ponyville toward Sweet Apple Acres, a slight spring in his step that he just couldn’t help.


***




“Really? He finally agreed?” Cheerilee’s friend asked for the third time in as many minutes while they lay in their mudbaths. “Big Macintosh, the stallion with less to say than a statue, agreed to take a herd?” 

“I swear if you keep this up I will find the nearest object and shove it so far up your ass…” Cheerilee mock threatened with an exasperated smile. “Yes Fleur, for the hundredth time-”

“Third time darling.” Fleur de Lis corrected her with a smirk.

“Feels like a hundred.” Cheerilee returned lamely while her friend giggled to herself. Fleur de Lis and Cheerilee hadn’t seen each other nearly as much since Fleur had moved to Canterlot after marrying Fancy Pants, it made for a marvelous change for Cheerilee to see her in person rather than communicating through letters.

“Fine, fine, I’ll stop asking.” The model unicorn promised, her Prance accent occasionally slipping into her voice. “But still you must admit my dear, it is a little hard to believe.” 

“You’re telling me, I honestly thought I’d got way too far into a fantasy when he told me.” Cheerilee admitted.

“And you’re sure that it isn’t?”

“Well if this has all been a fantasy I think it’s reached the point of hallucination by now.”

“Well I am naked in the same room as you, that forms a lot of ponies fantasies I can assure you.”

“Where’s the fantasy where you’re modest?” Cheerilee laughed as her friend indeed spoke the truth.

“There is fantasy and then there is miracles darling.” Fleur teased back. “Besides, if one has it why not flaunt it as they say?” The Prance born mare asked. “You certainly didn’t seem concerned with your own lack of certain articles today.” She reminded Cheerilee.

The fuschia mare blushed at the reminder of her lack of underwear, something Fleur had noticed very quickly in the changing rooms. She was saved from continued teasing momentarily when Aloe and Vera re-entered to get their customers out of the mud baths; it amused Cheerilee that Fleur seemed to take issue with spreading mud across the floor as they got out but had no issue bathing in the very same mud.

“You have a very strange idea of cleanliness Fleur, has anyone told you?” Cheerilee noted as the two cleaned off enough of the mud from themselves to make for the showers.

“No. They usually have other things to tell me.” The unicorn emphasised what she meant by choosing that moment to untie and shrug off her towel and waltz into the showers, swinging her hips far more than was necessary.

Cheerilee gulped. Fleur was a model and certainly had the body to show for it, she was much taller than Cheerilee, almost as big as Big Mac in fact, but had a very thin and luscious build with no extra fat or muscle. Though the teacher was happy to see that Fleur had put on some weight since the last pictures she’d seen where the unicorn looked downright ill.

Some part of her couldn’t help but wonder if that had to do with her and Fancy Pants’ trip to Ponyville but she didn’t want to risk dragging up an uncomfortable subject, not on their day out together.

“I suppose they might.” Cheerilee teased as she too entered the showers and, wondering what had gotten into her, gave a quick squeeze to Fleur’s tight flank.

If the unicorn showed any surprise or objection to the squeeze she hid it very well as she began to wash her hair under the warm spray. Cheerilee couldn’t help but compare herself a little to Fleur and notice faults in her body but some new part of her brain which had not spoken up for a long time firmly shut down those thoughts; Big Mac loved her as she was and that was good enough for her, Fleur didn’t try and change herself to reflect what others wanted, she just happily showed off what she had. Showing off those small but round breasts of hers, the water rolling down her perfect chest and flat stomach to her wash over her tight and succulent flank...

“So… where is Fancy Pants?” Cheerilee asked trying to get her thoughts off of her body and her eyes off of Fleur’s.

“Oh you know how he is, he doesn’t appreciate a good spa day like you or me.” Fleur said with a smile. “A shame but my lovely stallion does appreciate good fashion, so you can call me a happy mare. He said he wanted to take a walk around the town today, it’s been a long time since my dear Fancy has been away from the big cities and he’s never been to Ponyville at all.”

“Really?” Cheerilee asked. “Not even once.”

“Not once. I haven’t been back myself since I moved away dear remember, and where Fancy goes I go and vice versa.” Fleur assured her. “Still, it is most wonderful to be back.”

Cheerilee smiled and nodded. “Yes it is. It’s so wonderful to have you back in town Fleur. Shall we head to the Winged Horseshoe after this?” 

“Ah the old pub, it has been far too long since I got to drink outside of a fancy restaurant without attracting comments about my marriage.” Fleur said with a little annoyance in her voice. “Who is running it now my dear?”

“Berry Punch inherited it after Frappato retired.” Cheerilee told her. “Berry has been running it so well you’d never know her Dad ever retired.” The teacher said with an almost proud look as she turned off the shower and waited for Fleur to finish washing her mane for about the third time.

“It will be nice to see it again.” The unicorn agreed as she finally finished washing her hair. “Let us go get ourselves completely drunk!” The unicorn declared with a proud pose before moving on, Cheerilee following after storing that image of Fleur posing proudly with a hand on one hip in her brain.




***





“You’re serious?” 

“Eeyup.”

“You ain’t pulling my leg?”

“Nope.”

“But it’s you, I can’t believe you-”

“Applebloom.”

“Oh okay fine.” The teenaged yellow filly said with a pout. “But come on, you and Cheerilee are seriously-?”

“Eeyup. For the hundredth time.” Big Mac told his sibling as he pulled along a wagon full of apple crates toward the town of Ponyville with no visible effort while Applebloom checked the clipboard she had been given.

“Sorry. It’s weird though, mah big tough older brother doing that, even if his marefriend is with him.” Applebloom told him as she checked off the names of places they had to visit today while circling ones that would wait for other delivery days.

“How?” Big Mac asked her while they pulled up to Bon Bon’s sweet shop to deliver her delivery of apples.

“Well I mean… it’s you. The big, stronger than a dragon, bigger than life, Big Macintosh.” Applebloom seemed as if she was trying to remind him of who he was.

“And that means I can’t go the spa?” Big Mac asked her with a raised eyebrow as he balanced three crates in his arms.

Applebloom shrugged and gestured him inside where Big Mac was directed to a back storage room by Bon Bon. The sweet shop owner looked like she had run a mile but that wasn’t too surprising, with school having just let out the mare had probably been swamped by sugar crazed foals just before they got there.

“So, why the sudden change in attitude?” Applebloom inquired as the two continued through Ponyville, waving to their neighbours as they passed them and occasionally handing out spare apples to the foals playing in the streets or on their way to the park.

Big Mac was saved having to answer anymore of this when he heard a stallion calling his name. “Excuse me my friend, would you happen to be Mr Macintosh?”

Big Mac turned and smiled politely to the strange stallion. He was very well dressed for someone on a normal day in Ponyville, and since he hadn’t yet seen any chaos happening today he was assuming he wasn’t from around here.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac replied simply.

“Ah most excellent, my name is Fancy Pants, a pleasure I’m sure.” The large stallion in a most expensive suit said as he shook Big Mac’s hand. The stallion’s impressive blue facial hair was a little distracting to Big Mac but he made sure to not stare, he had been raised to be a polite stallion after all.

“Anyway my wife sent me to come and find you, I believe she knows your marefriend Miss Cheerilee?”

“Oh?” Big Mac asked.

“Oh yes, they were friends from when Cheerilee and her were in school together. They want us to go for a meal together down at the Grapevine.” Fancy Pants said jerking his thumb in the direction of Ponyville’s oldest and most popular pub.

“Wait, but you were supposed to be-” Applebloom objected as Big Mac walked toward the pub with Fancy Pants, leaving the yellow farm filly with the heavy wagon.

“Oh what could be so goshdarned good in a pub to leave yer sister with the heavy lifting?” The farm filly grumbled as Big Mac headed to find out just how wise he had been to leave the chores for today, the reward would be most excellent even if the stallion didn’t know it at the time.




> Like a Dream
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Big Mac had heard the words out of Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis, sat there and listened to every word like he had been brought up to do, but even so he still found it rather surreal how casual they were and how sudden this was.

“So my friend what do you say?” Fancy Pants asked him from across their table as Fleur took a sip of her wine. “Up for the old ‘partner switch’ routine for a night to see if you’d be comfortable with us joining this little Herd of yours?” 

It was an unconventional type of Herd that was for sure. Fancy Pants had always known Herds as an old fashioned idea where one male took many sexual partners to please him but Big Mac seemed uninterested in being that self-centered on this, rather he seemed to simply want to gather a large group of sexual partners who could enjoy each other.

Big Mac still just looked at the two. He supposed he should’ve expected this sooner rather than later but it was still the first time a couple had just offered to have sex with him and his marefriend. Not a familiar feeling.

Cheerilee meanwhile was curled up against Big Mac’s side, stroking her hand along his arms and winking at Fleur every so often; she knew her friend would be perfect to get Big Mac used to the idea of sleeping with mares aside from her, Fleur never failed to boast about her skills in bed and she was dedicated to Fancy enough that there was no chance in hell of her trying to steal Big Mac away in the process.

“I suppose. I mean, we could try sugarcube?” He asked of Cheerilee again. 

Cheerilee couldn’t help but find it adorable how the stallion who was trying to be dominant in the bedroom for her was still so nervous about upsetting her or anyone else. “Let’s do it honey. If we don’t like it we don’t have to do it again.” She promised him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Splendid. I’ll get us a room then shall I?” Fancy Pants said with a clap of his hands as he went to the bar to ask Berry Punch for a room. The bar mare gave a knowing smirk at the two couples which made Fancy blush a little but she didn’t press the issue and handed over two keys.

“Have fun you lot.” She called after them when they had paid for their drinks and proceeded up the stairs. 

“Oh we will.” Fleur called back with a giggle. Big Mac was grateful that his own blush couldn’t be seen under his scarlet coat. It seemed like they hadn’t even taken one step before they were outside their rooms, Fleur now openly hanging on Big Mac’s arm.

“Have fun sugarcube.” He told Cheerilee, giving her a kiss on the cheek before being practically dragged into the room by Fleur. The rooms had an old fashioned feel, a four poster bed, a fake fur rug and a fireplace, all of which he utterly failed to notice with the mare now on her knees in front of him and focused on undoing his belt.

“My oh my…” Fleur cooed to herself as she dropped Big Mac’s jeans, running her hand along his length. “I see the ‘big’ in your name is no exaggeration.”

“Is everypony gonna make th- “ Big Mac was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he felt Fleur’s tongue dancing along his length; it was a wildly different feel to the familiar comforting touch of Cheerilee’s own tongue, Fleur’s was experienced and moved with a practiced grace like what Big Mac would’ve expected a dancer’s feet to move like.

“Cannot fault them for seeing ze truth.” She purred again, playing up her mostly hidden accent for a moment before putting her tongue back to work along his stallionhood, being sure to lick and coat every inch of him thoroughly; Big Mac could feel himself blush in slight embarrassment when she lifted his length up to use that skillful tongue of hers on his underside and balls.

Fleur eventually stopped her teasing and took the first inch of his length into her warm and eager mouth. She gently bobbed herself forwards and back, looking up at him with eyes glazed over in lust. The same look Cheerilee always gave…

He didn’t know exactly what it was that made him pull out and back away but before he knew it Big Mac had slumped against the wall and slid down to a sitting position. Fleur immediately was beside him, on her knees and looking concerned as she turned him to face her.

“What’s wrong? Did I make a mistake?” She was certain she hadn’t but she wanted to afford him the chance to not share if he didn’t want to. She was still only a friend of his marefriend, not what you might consider a full on friend.

Big Mac struggled to find the words. He wasn’t one for heart to hearts and even less so for expressing himself. Except with Cheerilee.

“It’s jus’.... how can I do this?” He asked simply. Fleur blinked in confusion so he continued. “I mean, I love Cheerilee, so much… and here I am about to have sex with a married mare.” He bemoaned; now that the time had actually come, it had all hit at once just how far they were going to go with this.

Fleur looked for a moment as if she hadn’t taken in a word of what he said. Indeed she almost seemed to ignore him as she unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it off slowly, revealing her lacy purple bra. She gently took one of Big Mac’s hands and guided it to rest on her breasts, holding it there.

“Do you honestly believe that this somehow means you love me more than Cheerilee?” His look of utter denial was more than answer enough. “Exactly. We’re living in a modern world Big Mac; couples having open relationships or just doing partner swaps is not some big betrayal of trust or sign of a weak relationship, heck I’d say it shows just how strong the connection is with you and Cheerilee, and myself and Fancy, that we can be comfortable doing something like this.”

She sat beside him, holding his hand to her chest and rubbing his arm with her other, waiting for him to actually respond. It took a few moments before he looked at her in the eyes. 

“You don’t seem like a stallion who would cheat on his marefriend.” She whispered to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Because that’s not what this is; she knows exactly what we’re doing. She wants you to enjoy it Big Mac, the same as she’ll enjoy it herself. If you want me to stop now I’ll do so and we can pretend this never happened but please don’t let this end because of a self inflicted guilt trip over something you’re not even guilty of.” She implored him.

Another moment of silence. She sighed and began to apologise before she felt his strong arms wrap around her and his lips cover her own. With a low hum of delight she returned the kiss, their tongues dancing together in their mouths as Big Mac’s hands unclipped her bra and let it drop, letting her perky breasts rub against his shirt. Fleur pulled back long enough to undo his shirt button by button, flicking her tongue toward his nipples as they were unveiled, before he threw it off and resumed their passionate kiss, their exposed upper halves pressed against each other.

Big Mac finally let himself go and become enraptured with the mare making out with him. All his worries about this being wrong, that he should have been solely Cheerilee’s and that this had been a mistake, all vanished as his tongue fought for dominance in the mare’s mouth and his hands wrapped around to her against him. He had already started to let his dominant side out and judging by Fleur’s moans and coos she had no objection at all.

“Off.” He commanded as he gestured to Fleur’s trousers. The model mare raised an eyebrow as she obeyed.

“Very commanding Big Mac.” She teased as she stood and bent over, pulling down her trousers and panties to give a perfect view of her small, firm flank and her wet marehood. She hadn’t actually had a chance to stand up yet when she felt Big Mac’s hands on her, guiding her forward, until he practically threw her onto the bed.

Fleur rolled over to face Big Mac. The sight of him standing at the foot of the bed, his huge erection in one hand as he gently stroked it and a lustful smile on his face aroused her to no end. She in turn spread her legs to expose herself and flicked her mane with a rather challenging look mixed with all the lust she could feel, slowly trailing one of her fingers down to play with herself.

“Ohhh. Big Mac, such a large, delicious stallionhood you have there. Whatever could you be planning to do with it?” She purred with a devious twinkle in her eyes. Big Mac reached her feet and dragged her to the edge of the bed, producing a giddy giggle from Fleur, until she was sitting at the foot of the bed with his length at eye level; Fleur wasted no time and took him into her mouth again but this time it was very different. Big Mac thrust forward in time with her bobbing and soon his hand pressed to the back of her head, Big Mac actively using her mouth for his own pleasure.

Fleur had no problem with it but she did put her hands on his hips for some security. Big Mac did indeed live up to his name as she had said and there was no way in Equestria she would be able to deepthroat him if he suddenly got any ideas.

Thankfully he didn’t; he was rough in how he thrust her face back and forth but he made no efforts to make her suck more than half of him. Once she was safe in that knowledge Fleur let her hands drop from his hips, one moving to fondle and caress his balls while the other moved further down to play with her dripping marehood. She knew it wouldn’t be long before Big Mac was forcing himself into her dripping tunnel and she would be writhing under him and begging for it.

After a few minutes of this rough sucking they were both distracted by a noise from next door. For the first time since they had started they could each hear their significant other groaning and moaning in delight from next door, as well as the faint sound of two bodies making contact over and over again.

Fleur grinned up at Big Mac from around his length and pulled back, Big Mac letting her go. She turned around and, very slowly, positioned herself on all fours on the bed. 

“Let’s show them how it’s done.” She smirked at him as Big Mac clasped her flank cheeks in his hands and lined himself up with her slit. “Told you you didn’t have to wo-” Fleur was cut off by her own gasp as Big Mac pushed himself into her, spreading her out intensely. Fancy Pants wasn’t small by any means and Fleur and he had gotten creative but nothing compared to the girth and length from Big Mac’s huge length spreading her open; her arms quickly 
failed her and she slumped forward, her flank still presented to him for him to push into.

“Oh oui oui!” She purred in her accquired accent as he went to town with her, pulling her back and forth to slap their bodies together while his huge cock speared her in and out over and over like a piston. Even though Fleur’s body was toned to perfection for the thin loving world of modelling Big Mac could see the her breasts bouncing beneath her and see ripples across her flank cheeks as he continued.

From next door they could hear Cheerilee’s own moans of pleasure, the sound of bliss coming from Mac’s marefriend. In response Mac circled his arms around Fleur’s torso to fondle and knead her breasts as he continued their union.

Fleur was not inactive and simply something for Big Mac to rut though; her hands trailed down as if to finger herself but instead kept going and caressed and massaged Big Mac’s balls as he had his way with her body, clenching and unclenching her flank in time with his intrusions while thrusting her body back to meet him once the initial shock wore off. Already her mind was flooded with pure, uncontrollable bliss at the feel of a strong, powerful and caring lover using her body to bring the two of them to the very edges of paradise.

A sudden increase in the volume of Cheerilee’s moans inspired action from the two. They would not be shown up.

Fleur could only idly wonder exactly when this became a contest while she was lifted up with Big Mac’s cock still impaling her. She grinned an evil grin when she realised what he was doing as he pressed her back against the door linking their rooms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he resumed his furious pounding, Fleur letting her moans echo of the walls to signal to next door just how much bliss she could feel.

A small bump and the door rattling more than ever confirmed to them that Cheerilee and Fancy Pants had come to the same conclusion.

Fleur could envision Cheerilee and her pressed back to back by the stallions being fucked for all they were worth. She licked her lips at the thought of doing it without a door between them and rode out the standing sex against the door for several more minutes before Big Mac backed off.

Fleur was a little grateful. Arousing as it was it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the bed to have her back repeatedly pressed against.

Big Mac dropped her back onto the bed and quickly shoved himself into her mouth again; Fleur could tell by the twitching and his grunts that he was about to cum and happily began blowing him again. 

She was grateful the farmer had remembered not to cum inside of her. A true gentlecolt.

Fleur kept up the bobbing her head on Big Mac’s length, stroking would she couldn’t fit, until she heard him lean his head back and almost roar. Grinning Fleur popped him out of her mouth, leaned back and continued to stroke.

The sight of Fleur practically taking a shower in his cum aroused Big Mac even as he was in the throes of orgasm. When he was finally finished he slumped back onto the bed. A look to the side showed Fleur covered from breasts to face in his seed.

“Uh, sorry.” He said a little sheepishly between pants.

“Oh don’t be silly.” Fleur grinned, also out of breath. “If there is any place for a stallion to finish that isn’t my husband, it’s on my face.” Mac’s eyes noticeably bulged not only at how blunt that was but also that Fleur was now using her fingers and tongue to lick up all of his seed from herself, opening her mouth with a giggle on the last mouthful before very obviously swallowing.

Done with cleaning herself she crawled up to where Big Mac was and wrapped on arm around him, cuddling themselves together. Big Mac took the hint and pulled the covers over them, up to Fleur’s shoulders and up to his chest.

“This herd idea of yours and Cheerilee’s is already giving you doubts isn’t it?” Fleur asked Big Mac, using her hand to guide him into a gentle kiss.

Big Mac just nodded once the kiss was finished, gently stroking his hand up and down Fleur’s back while she snuggled into his chest. “Eeyup. Just can’t see myself keepin’ a harem if I’m bein’ honest.” The big stallion confessed. His doubts and worries from when they started had vanished, lying here with Fleur in bed was a wonderful feeling even if he knew Cheerilee and him were each other’s missing half, but still the idea of having a large harem for himself didn’t seem to sit well.

Fleur nodded understandingly, giving him another quick peck on the cheek. “And that Big Macintosh is what makes you a stallion I am willing to do this partner swap with; a stallion who would never want to keep a harem, who needs persuasion from more than just his marefriend even to think about it but even now I can tell you aren’t about to try and run off with me instead of Cheerilee.”

“Never.” Big Mac agreed simply and firmly.

“Quite. And the same is true of me to Fancy Pants.” Fleur said with a fond smile. “Sex with you is wonderful fun Big Macintosh, fun I hope to have more than just this one night, but my heart shall always lie with Fancy.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Big Mac assured her as Fleur moved herself up to rest her head next to his, the two lying looking each other in the eyes. “So then…. what do we do about this whole ‘Herd’ thing then? I can’t see myself holding a harem to myself and Cheerilee was wanting it and-” He stopped when Fleur placed a finger on his lips to shush him.

“We will sleep on it. For now, I need a warm cuddly stallion because I can feel myself falling asleep.” Fleur giggled as she wrapped herself around Big Mac, who returned the favor. “Goodnight Big Mactinosh.”

“Goodnight Fleur.” Big Mac whispered back, kissing her one more time before laying his head back and feeling himself drift off.


The farmer’s dreams were filled with Cheerilee, as always, but this time he also saw two other predominant figures. Big Mac could never remember specifics of his dreams but this one he was pretty certain involved Cheerilee, Fleur showing up at the farm and a lot of yelling from his family, especially Applejack.

He had begun tossing and turning in his bed before it was interrupted.

“You seem troubled noble farmer.”

Big Mac shut up in bed… except what had been a bed seemed to have now turned into a hammock in the apple orchard. Looking straight up he could see a familiar, elegant figure sitting above him.

“It’s been some time my friend.” Princess Luna said as she floated down gracefully from the tree to stand next to Big Mac’s hammock. Big Mac tried to get up to bow, nearly falling out of the hammock on his tired legs.

Luna smiled. “The gesture is appreciated but you do not bow to u- me.” She corrected herself, still trying to keep her speech ‘up to date’. “But it seems you are troubled my old friend. Surely a stallion such as yourself who aided the Princess of the Night in crushing her enemies should not be so concerned?”

“Luna. We won events at the fair as a team.” Big Mac reminded her. Luna certainly had an interesting memory of it it seemed. “But yeah… I got a lot on my mind right now.”

Luna nodded and then sat herself down as if on an invisible chair. “I have plenty of time.”

Big Mac looked at her, slightly puzzled. “I thought you had to guard foals’ dreams?”

“I do. And I am doing so as we speak.” Big Mac decided not to question exactly how far Luna’s power stretched and instead got right down to the point, explaining all about how Cheerilee had wanted to experiment and start a Herd, how Fancy Pants and Fleur had agreed to the partner swap, his doubts about doing it initially and how now he didn’t think he could go through with a harem.

Luna nodded as she needed to, obviously paying the deepest attention to her friend’s troubles. “Hmm…” Was all she said at first after hearing him out.

Big Mac took several deep breaths as he realised he hadn’t breathed throughout his entire explanation. “Tell me, have you considered not being the head of a herd?”

Big Mac looked at Luna in confusion for clarification.

“I have been around a lot longer than you Big Macintosh; you are not the first stallion in history to find himself as head of a herd and feel he does not deserve or should not go through with having mares at his beck and call.” Luna assured him. “I would, instead, suggest perhaps that you make a herd that has no leader.”

“Does that even work?” Big Mac asked in genuine confusion.

“Oh yes. In fact I daresay by the time I was… relieved of my duties,” Big Mac forced himself to stay completely silent at the mention of Luna’s banishment, “that herds which were about simply a group of ponies coming together to engage in sexual activity with each other, without having to serve or obey one specific leader, were more common than the more traditional herd setup.” Luna told him, obviously liking being able to talk about her past.

Big Mac looked at her with wide eyes. “That… sounds absolutely ideal princess. Thank you, so much.” He smiled at her while Luna gave him a nod and a kind look.

“Selfless and good ponies are rarer than I would like Big Macintosh, and you are both. If anypony deserves some peace of mind, I believe it to be you.” Luna told him before standing up. “For now I will leave you to your thoughts and dreams in peace, but please think about what I have said. And consider your wardrobe.”

That seemed very odd advice, especially from the princess in full royal regalia. It was only after Luna vanished that Big Mac realised he was still naked in the dream world.

Big Mac could only groan to himself that he had just held a conversation with Princess Luna in his birthday suit for so long considering the next image his mind treated him to was Fleur de Lis in a far too tight cowgirl outfit, with Cheerilee already waiting on a bed behind her.

From above Luna allowed herself to indulge her voyeuristic side for a short time longer before leaving Big Mac to his dreams.














> Special Delivery Part 1
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Big Macintosh emerged from the changing rooms at the Ponyville Gym with his farm work clothes left behind in favor of a grey muscle shirt and black shorts. The big red stallion didn’t strictly need to work out each day considering his already exceptional fitness and his physically demanding work but it had been something he had gotten into the habit of since he was only twelve, around the time when Applejack had left to go and stay with their relatives in Manehatten for a while.

With his little sister gone for several weeks Big Mac had needed something to occupy his time when he wasn’t at school, and even though Granny Smith hadn’t been so sure of his choice of weight training with their apple crates, it had certainly worked out for him in the long run.

“Hey Big Mac!” The familiar voice of Thunderlane called to Big Mac from across the gym where the dark coated pegasus was already hard at work on one of the treadmills. “Cheerilee was in this morning, she said for me to tell you that she’s doing parents night tonight for the school so she’ll be back late.” Thunderlane told him in a casual tone; the pegasus had been one of the first to know of Big Mac and Cheerilee getting together and since Cheerilee used the gym in the early hours and was usually gone by the time Big Mac got there it wasn’t uncommon for him to relay messages.

“Thanks.” Big Mac nodded as he picked up a pair of weights roughly the weight of cinderblocks and sat down on the bench nearest Thunderlane’s treadmill. 

“So… how was last night big guy?” Thunderlane asked in a very strange tone

“So you’re actually serious? As in, you really mean that all that happened? This isn’t just you making fun of me for always trying to get you to tal-”

Thunderlane forced himself to stop talking as he saw Big Mac giving him an annoyed glare while the red stallion lifted a pair of weights in his hands that together probably weighed as much as Thunderlane himself. The black stallion made the choice to stop checking that the farmer was being truthful and instead try and get details.

“So… do you actually plan to keep it going?” He asked over the noise of the treadmill he was running on.

Big Mac just shrugged and continued lifting the weights in his hands; the two of them had the gym mostly to themselves for now so he didn’t exactly mind talking to Thunderlane about this. He knew he couldn’t tell too many ponies, Celestia knows he didn’t need that level of attention on him or anypony else involved, but Thunderlane as much as he never shut up knew not to let any secrets slip out of that big mouth.

“Well you can’t just stop it now right?” Thunderlane asked again as he watched Big Mac drop the weight down, apparently caring nothing for the loud clang.

“Nope.” Big Mac said simply with a blank expression as he stood up and walked over to the blue exercise mat to do his usual fifty push ups after a workout.

“And… anypony you’ve got your eyes on?” Thunderlane tried to pry, kicking the speed of the treadmill up slightly; the pegasus stallion had been one of the two Ponyville residents officially added to the Wonderbolts reserve, the other being Rainbow Dash to the shock of absolutely no one, and he was trying to hone his speed not just in flying but running too.

Big Mac didn’t have the heart to point out that wouldn’t help much in a flying squad.

“Come on buddy, you know I’m just gonna keep asking til you give me an answer.” Thunderlane insisted in a voice that made Big Mac distinctly envision a male Rarity.

“I don’t make a habit of looking at mares like that.” Big Mac said truthfully. 

“And yet you’re trying to start a herd with Cheerilee?” Thunderlane pointed out in bemusement.

“I wasn’t the one who brought up the idea.”

“But you aren’t objecting to it are you?”

“...Nope.”

“Then shouldn’t you be thinking more about who you might want to add to the herd? I mean you said Cheerilee’s friends are only in town for a few more days, shouldn’t you think of some more local girls?”

“Eeyup.”

Thunderlane sighed. “You know it’s really hard trying to have a proper talk with you.”

“Eeyup.” Big Mac replied with a slight chuckle.

Thunderlane turned around and raised his hand to flip Big Mac off, misplaced one of his feet and promptly found himself flipped right off the treadmill as it flung him backwards into the bench Big Mac had only just moved off of to do push ups.

“Knew it.” Big Mac mumbled to himself as he did his push ups, alternating which arm he used. As he went for number eleven on his left arm a second loud crash caused him to drop onto his face in surprise. 

He turned around to glare at Thunderlane but the darker stallion shook his head in confusion, still lying in front of the bench the treadmill had thrown him at. “Not my fault this time.” He assured Big Mac as he looked around for where the second crash had come from, only for another loud bang to sound seconds later from the changing rooms.

“Who’s screwing around with the lockers again?” He asked in annoyance, remembering an occasion where the Cutie Mark Crusaders had managed to tip over half of the lockers. “Hello?” He knocked on the mares changing room. “Whoever’s in there what’s going on?”

“Sorry!” Well  that voice was certainly familiar.

“Ditzy?” He asked through the door.

“Err, yeah. Look, Big Mac, I swear it’s not a big deal, I can handle it myself you can jus- OUCH- just go back to your, ugh, workout!” She insisted, sounding rather than she was trying to beat up the lockers judging from the metal clanging going on.

Big Mac raised an eyebrow at Thunderlane, who just shrugged his shoulders again.

“Coming in.” He said loud enough for Ditzy to hear. “One, two, three.” He counted, giving her time to call out if she wasn’t decent or just didn’t want him in.

The locker room wasn’t a disaster zone as Big Mac had half expected but Ditzy had certainly done a number on the door to her locket. Namely, it looked like it had been ripped clean off.

“Uhh…. hi?” The grey pegasus offered, looking more than a little sheepish; she only had a towel wrapped around herself but at least she was covered. “Look, I’m really sorry if I gave you a fright, it was totally not locked, I mean I shut my wing in it and-”

“Locked yourself out of your locker?” Big Mac guessed.

“Again!?” Thunderlane asked from the back in disbelief.

Big Mac ignored his friend and picked up the battered locker door in one hand, turning it over and observing the hinges which had given up under Ditzy’s assault. “You could’ve asked someone.” He suggested, trying not to sound condescending.

Ditzy gave him an odd look, with the eye that was looking at him anyway, and looked off to the side. “I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

Big Mac quickly patted her shoulder. “No harm no foul.” He assured her gently.

“I’m pretty sure that constitutes foul.” Thunderlane pointed out.

“Don’t you have a fashionista to go and try and score another hug off of?” Big Mac snarked.

“Hey, we can’t all have mares throwing themselves at our herd. Or even have herds for that matter.” Thunderlane pointed out with a dramatic wave of his arms between them that looked like he was badly auditioning for a play. The pegasus stallion got the point though and left the room quickly. “See you later Big Mac.”

Big Mac watched the stallion go before he felt a tap on his shoulder. “So… it is true? You are making a herd, with Cheerilee?” Ditzy asked with an inquisitive look.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac said with a slightly frustrated look that news had travelled so fast evidently; he had been hoping he would have more ponies willing to vouch for his good intentions by the time word starting getting out strong.

Ditzy giggled at the look on his face. “Word travels fast in small towns Big Mac.” She reminded him. “Don’t worry if it’s a secret I promise I won’t shoot my mouth off about it.” She swore with a salute, immediately grabbing her towel as it began to slip down.

Big Mac nodded in gratitude, trying not to look at the brief glimpse he got of her upper body. “Dinky alright?” He asked, turning around to let her get changed.

“Oh she’s doing wonderful.” Ditzy said, sounding much more cheerful with her daughter brought up. “Cheerilee told me the other day she made the most wonderful picture in their arts and crafts, she thinks Dinky might become a really great artist one of these days. Did she tell you about it?”

“Eeyup.” Cheerilee had told him no such thing but then she usually didn’t, she preferred not to bring work into it when they were together.

“I’m sure Dinky will love that Cheerilee thought it was good enough to tell her special somepony.” Ditzy said with a loving tone while buttoning up her mailmare outfit. “Do you mind if I ask how it got started?” She asked, suddenly.

“Hmm?” Big Mac asked; everyone in town by now knew of the incident with the love poison and how it had kickstarted his and Cheerilee’s being more honest about how they felt.

“The herd.” Ditzy reminded him.

“Oh.” The big red stallion paused, wondering if he should be honest. “Cheerilee’s idea.” He said simply.

Ditzy gave the stallion a strange look as she put her hat on. “If I heard that coming from anypony other than an Apple I’d probably think they were short on a few orders of honesty.” She admitted. “You can turn around.” She added.

Big Mac turned back to face the pegasus with a sheepish smile. “Truth be told, surprised me too.” He confessed, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I still haven’t really thought of how or who or when.” He admitted.

Ditzy got a thoughtful look on her face, which only made her eyes drift even further apart. “How about Lyra? No wait, she and Bon Bon are an item now. Have you asked Pinkie Pi-” She stopped herself at Big Mac’s worried look. “Yeeeah maybe not.” Ditzy admitted, cracking up at the look on Big Mac’s face.

The stallion shared a laugh with the mailmare. “I think I want someone… what’s a nice way to put it…?”

“Simple.”

“That ain’t always nice.”

“Most words can be mean, depends how you say them.” Ditzy reminded him.

The stallion blinked. “I suppose. But, I dunno, just somepony… somepony normal, somepony we can… can….”

“Hang around with without it being awkward?” Ditzy asked.

“Can I get you to speak for me from now on?”

“Long as you keep ordering packages for me to deliver.”

“Deal.” The stallion chuckled. “But I mean it, I just want someone nice, someone I can relax with, talk around…” The stallion paused again as he realised mid-sentence he was basically describing the pegasus mare before him. 

“Well, it’s Ponyville; normal is in short supply.” Ditzy joked, but the jokey smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh sour apples!” She snapped as she looked at her watch. “Has it been that long? Oh I’m gonna be late again!” She moaned, quickly snatching up her bag from the locker and throwing things into it. “Please can you tell the owner I’m really sorry, I swear I’ll pay for the door once I have enough.” Ditzy quickly asked Big Mac.

The stallion had been struggling with himself but now decided he knew what he had to ask. “Ditzy…?”

“Oh no did I break something else?” The pegasus asked, whipping her head round the room to look for anything she might’ve broke.

“Nope.” Big Mac assured her. “It’s just… well….” The stallion sometimes wanted to throttle his own throat until he could speak more easily, even though he knew that made negative sense. He could practically feel his nervous nature tying his tongue in knots. “Do  you, maybe sometime…. want to…” 

CLANG

Ditzy shot up and smashed her head into the top of the locker with a loud echoing clang. She didn’t seem even remotely fazed when she turned around to look at Big Mac, quickly running her eyes, or one of them anyway, over his face to see if he was asking what she thought he surely couldn’t be.

“Are you, really, you’re… wow, that’s, I, uhh…” Ditzy stumbled over her words worse than Big Mac had trouble getting them out to begin with as she tried to answer the silent nod that the stallion gave in response, apparently even his own iconic one word answers abandoning him. “I… I’m honored but, I have Dinky and-”

Big Mac held a hand up quickly, waving it to try and assure her there was no problem with her not wanting to but Ditzy quickly held his hand in hers, taking a second to note the difference. 

“I’m not saying no.” She assured him, unconsciously stroking her hands over his. “I just… need to think about it, okay?” She asked him. “And I’m pretty sure you and Cheerilee should talk it over too, I mean after all, Cheerilee might not want a pony like me involved.” She didn’t clarify what she meant but for the stallion she didn’t really have to.

Big Mac didn’t dare say yes in case she took that to mean he agreed with the ‘pony like me’ part of her answer. Instead her just placed a hand on her shoulder and nodded, looking into her eyes to try and convey what his tongue wasn’t letting him say.

“Okay… how about you and Cheerilee come round to my house after I get off work and we can, talk about it?” She offered. “I mean the very least I can do is make you dinner first.” She added with a weak chuckle. 

Big Mac just nodded again.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tonight?” Ditzy said with an uncertain tone. She was very aware of how close the two of them were all of a sudden. For one mad moment she considered grabbing Big Mac and pulling him into a kiss right then and there but instead the grey pegasus settled for a hug to the big red stallion and quickly left the room, apologising as she went and already sounding like she was practicing an apology to her boss.

Big Mac stood still where he was in the changing room, pondering what had just happened. Was he really ready to take on a more permanent second mare? Fleur and Fancy had been essentially a fling, he and Cheerilee both knew that, but Ditzy was not only far closer to home but she had a foal to consider.

Could they really expect Ditzy to take to this well? Big Mac had no idea what had happened between her and her previous partner, heck he didn’t even know if they had married before Dinky came along or not. Had it been a bad experience? Would she be hesitant to get involved in anything if it had?

His thoughts were quickly shattered, collected into a dustpan and thrown into Tartarus by an ear piercing shriek. He spun around, ears clamped down to his head, to see three mares he recognised from the marketplace screeching at him.

In hindsight, perhaps it hadn’t been wise to stay still in the mares changing room while there was a locker door ripped off it’s hinges.