One Bottle
In the late hours of the night, a stallion and mare were in an embrace, kissing under the moon. Big Mac lowered his denim jeans, ready to pleasure his marefriend until…
Hoopla sighed, “Again?”
He blushed in embarrassment, staring down at his limp noodle of a dick, which had just been hard as stone. This had been the seventh time in a row. Before this ailment struck him, Big Mac could go for as long as he wished to. Unfortunately, like his great grandfather, he had suffered from erectile dysfunction. His underwear was all soggy and sticky from his release, which should have been filling the disappointed mare’s mouth and nethers.
Grumbling, Hoopla pulled her shirt back down, covering her breasts, and pulled her pants back up. “Look, I think we should see other ponies.”
“Huh, why?” questioned Big Mac. “Ya mean yer leavin’ me?”
Without another word, Hoopla simply nodded and left, leaving the heartbroken farm pony to wallow in his misery. This wasn’t the first time he had been dumped because of his condition, the mare he dated before was always hinting on a sexual session; only after his crown jewels. When they found out he couldn’t get it up, they usually ended it quickly. In the case of Hoopla she had sadly gotten into his heart before she had gotten into his pants. She had really torn his heart apart, just because she was disappointed.
Gathering what dignity he could, that was not dribbling down his leg, Big Mac walked out to the laundry pile by the barn and threw his jeans onto it. Thankfully the rest of the family were asleep, so they couldn’t see him naked, or so he thought.
“No luck with the ladies, big brother?” A sympathetic voice asked him. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen was Applejack, chewing on a midnight snack; a lettuce sandwich.
Shaking his head solemnly, Big Mac slumped his shoulders and dragged his feet to the bathroom to wash off his shame.
Avoiding eye contact with his nether regions, Applejack followed. When Big Mac closed the door behind him, Applejack leaned up against the locked door. “Ya know, ah think ah might know a mare who might help.”
“Thank you for the offer, but nope,” he answered from inside, rubbing his leg with a wet towel.
“Not in the way yer thinking,” she chuckled. ”She makes remedies of every kind. Heck, she fixed my twitchy wrist with one of her fancy witch-brews. She might even have a remedy for yer problem,” she clarified,and took another bite from the sandwich.
“Ya mean Zecora?”
“Bingo!”
It would probably be a good idea, but what he was worried about what side effects her magical brews could have. But at this point, he did not have much of a choice, he considered regular drugs far riskier and much more uncertain on their effectiveness. Weighing his options, Zecora was the best choice, considering the other option was viagra. That stuff he avoided like the plague, he had heard that they could last for many, many hours, and cause excruciating pain in the penis.
“Alright, I’ll go over tomorrow.”
“Good luck,” giggled Applejack, walking off to bed.
Morning, usually known as working hours, but for Big Mac it meant he was finally going to get this issue solved. Waving goodbye, he strolled down the dirt path in a fresh pair of denim jeans and his favourite grey t-shirt. Though the cowpony boots were a bit much now that he thought about it, oh well, no turning back now.
The Everfree was… for lack of a better word, creepy. Actually, there could be a whole slew of words from the dictionary to describe this place, creepy was simply stating the obvious.
A warm glow emanated from the distance, illuminating a hut built out of a tree, with potions hanging by ropes from the branches, and a tribal mask decorating the entrance. Taking a deep breath, Big Mac approached. As he came near, a bright red light shone out through the open windows. Panicking, he dropped to the ground, arms over his head, shielding himself against whatever horror might be in there.
Peeking through his fingers, Big Mac was met with Zecora staring down at him with an amused smile. This was the zebra who Apple Bloom hung out with in her free time, when she wasn’t crusading? She was practically naked, only covered by a loincloth and a strip of the same material wrapped around her breasts. Blushing so deeply that his own red fur couldn’t hide it, he covered his eyes.
“It is good to finally meet I assure, have you come to my hut for a cure?” she rhymed, her voice was slightly more masculine than he had imagined, but with an exotic timbre to it.
“Eyyyup…” Big Mac mumbled, he lifted himself up and met her gaze. The first thing he noticed, other than her voluptuous figure, was how tall she was, she was about the same height as him, well, if you discounted her mohawk.
Tilting her head to the side with a confused glance she simply asked with a concerned voice, “Is there something the matter? You seem to have trouble on your platter.”
“Erm, well uh… ya got pretty eyes?” Big Mac half-lied to get out of the awkward situation, only to dig himself deeper when the zebra blushed. “Sorry, ma’am. I ain’t much good with words like you are.”
“That may be so, Big Mac, I hear you put it all into your back.” Zecora stepped aside and motioned him in.
Nodding thankfully, he stepped into her home. There was a cauldron there, and the warmth from its fire made him feel right at home. Her hut had a much better vibe than the forest outside. How did she even survive out there?
A single bottle sat on the table, releasing a red fume that seemed to create… hearts? “That ain’t the love poison, is it?” He warily approached. “I’ve had some unpleasant business with it.”
“Not all at all my well endowed friend, this is a different sort of blend,” Zecora assured.
“Well endowed? Where in the hay did that come from?”
Zecora gave him a look. “Just drink and do not think.”
Already terrified from her stern cyan eyes, Big Mac didn’t dare question her. He grabbed the bottle and started chugging it down. Zecora watched him intently, arms folded over her ample breasts, squishing them together. Big Mac couldn’t help but notice her breasts; they were huge and he had to take a peek. He shifted his eyes, ever so slightly, till they were in his view. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, he started sweating as he continued downing the potion.
After finally drinking the last drop down, Big Mac placed the bottle down with a satisfied puff from his lips. Looking over to Zecora, she was cupping her muzzle with one of her hands while staring down at him. Following her line of sight, he was met with the huge lump that looked like it was ready to tear through his trousers. “Ah…ah gotta go!” Big Mac stammered and sprinted for the door.
His sprint to the door got stopped by a long, striped and gold banded arm, that wrestled him to the ground. “It is quite rude to leave so quickly, yet it is suprising you can move so with your thing so thickly.” Zecora gave him an icy glare that sent shivers up his spine. She rolled her shoulder and stretched her arm.
Not only was she smart and tall, but powerful. Then again, it should be quite obvious considering how toned her body was, despite having ample breasts and buttocks.
He growled, sitting up and returned with his own glare. “You’d better have a good explanation for this, without them fancy rhymes either!”
Sitting on the floor in front of the confused stallion, Zecora rubbed her eyes with her index finger and thumb. “It gets really lonely, with ponies who are too afraid to approach you casually.”
“Yer not treated like a witch anymore, remember? AJ told me about what happened.” He chuckled. “I'll never let her live that down.”
Zecora sat down to his eye level, and pulled her knees to her chin, and gave him an angry look. “And do tell me, is there anypony brave enough to come to my hut and ask me out on a date? No. I have tried dating services and even going on blind dates, looking for the right stallion, but guess what they are always after?” She stood up and gestured to her body, face scowling.
Big Mac chuckled. “I know how ya feel, it’s the thing between ma legs that makes mares want to be with me. What happened to all those stallions you met then?”
“I’ve never had a stallion in my life, but I did plenty of rejections.” She sighed. “It gets worse during mating season or your Hearts and Hooves day, sometimes I would make a brew that would let me sleep through it all and avoid the hassle.”
Gazing sympathetically to the zebra, Big Mac scratched the back of his neck. All things considering, they were both kind of in the same situation. They faced their share of hardships when it came to finding love, and it was all because of one major factor: their bodies. “Y’know, from what Apple Bloom tells us at the dinner table every night, I hear yer real nice. Though ya kinda have a mean left hook.” He chuckled and rubbed his sore arm.
“Sorry, my nerves can get the better of me sometimes.” An awkward silence grew between them. “Can I rhyme now?”
“Oh! Apologies, ma’am.” Big Mac bowed his head apologetically.
“Do not be on your guard.” She waved dismissively. She looked down and her eyes went wide. “By the heavens is that thing still hard?”
“Eeyup…” Grunted the stallion, the pain from his erection was catching up. It had been so long since he had an erection that did not fall limp in three minutes. “I’d best, oomph, be gettin’ home.”
Zecora placed a hand on his, staring determinedly into his eyes. “Please, allow me, I want to set your stresses free.”
Porno magazines? Or is the mare offering to help herself? His brain was arguing with his crotch, whether or not he should bury himself between those thighs and buttocks. “Well… ah’m sorry but…” he trailed off, realising what was going on.
Was she offering to be his marefriend in the most forward way possible? He raised his eyebrow at the possibility.
Zecora could see what he was thinking, she smiled and nodded. “The choice is yours to make, I do not wish your decision to be fake.”
“By all means, ma-“
“Please, Zecora is my name.” She smiled, crawling towards him with bedroom eyes. “Now I have a monster here to tame.” Pinching his zipper, she pulled it down and allowed his erection to burst through. Stroking it softly, she felt it throb in her hand. Big Mac clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut from the sensation, he was so sensitive. Teasing his member with her tongue, she swirled it around before taking the tip into her mouth.
Groaning softly, he threw his head back while Zecora sucked the tip slowly. Stroking the shaft with one hand, she used the other to cup his balls and squeeze them. She let out a muffled giggle from his reaction, pushing her head down to swallow more of the shaft. From there she began bobbing her head up and down, while her tongue poked out between his cock and her bottom lip. The slurping sounds she made, each time she pushed downwards, drowned out Big Mac's moaning.
“H-How’d you be this good without having a- agh!” groaned Big Mac.
Zecora bit it softly, then pulled away from it, a long strand of saliva connected her mouth to the tip.Taking a second to catch her breath, she stroked his cock to distract him. “A secret that I keep, a plastic friend I throat so deep.”
Bending down further, she licked his sack upwards, all the way up his shaft till she reached the tip, then she swallowed the entire thing. This time, her lips touched the base with his cock going down her throat, creating a lump.
What am I doing? They both thought.
Zecora bobbed her head faster, getting Big Mac to groan loudly.
What would the Apple family think?
Do I even like him?
They both stopped, thinking to themselves in their own little world. Getting a glint in both their eyes, they both locked and stared at each other.
Ah don’t give a damn!
Yes, I do!
Pulling away to catch her breath, Zecora crawled up his large figure until her hips met his. Closing her eyes, she undid a band in her mohawk, causing the black and white mane to fall down her shoulders in long silky strands. Big Mac gawked at this, his heart thumping in his chest. “Before we continue and in our passion get immersed,” she whispered, leaning closer; “I must confess, you are my first.”
“Then ah’ll be honoured.” Big Mac grinned, fighting the temptation to slide inside her. Her eyes though, her alluring eyes, seemed to beg him to do it.
Taking the task into her own hands, Zecora slid upwards, her wet slit dragging itself along the top of his shaft. Moaning slightly, she felt the tip of his long cock push against her. Grabbing the loin cloth that was impeding her, she tore it off. She took a hold of his cock and guided it up to her wet folds and then allowed herself to be penetrated. Clutching Big Mac in an embrace, she tightly shut her eyes and bore the pain, allowing a tear to escape.
“Are you okay?” he asked, returning the embrace once he sat up, still inside her. “If ya wanna stop, ah won’t argue.”
Zecora panted, opening one eye with a small smile. “I’m okay, do not hold back, I can take the fury from your pack.” she encouraged the stallion, giving him a deep kiss while she shifted her hips in a circular motion. Pleasure shot through both the stallion and zebra, Big Mac felt every inch of her vaginal walls while she could every inch of his cock. Getting down to business, she raised her hips and dropped down, in one fast singular motion. “Ooh…” she moaned, and raised her hips again.
Planting a kiss on her lips again, Big Mac thrusted his hips upwards into her. Their moans escaped the confines of the hut, both lost in their passion. Lapping at his tongue, Zecora’s swirled around Big Mac’s tongue as she rode him.
A warm sticky substance dribbled down his cock, making him blush in embarrassment. Not now, didn’t the potion fix him? Fortunately, he could feel that he was still rock hard. “The potions effect is interesting, isn’t it?” Zecora smiled, raising herself off of him. “Now let’s make your cock fit.” Flicking her semi-bound tail aside, she showed off all of her bountiful striped ass. Positioning his member up against her hole, she sat down, swallowing the entire thing. Gasping, she fell forward onto her knees.
Seeing this as an opportunity to show her his legendary stamina, Big Mac positioned himself to look like he was pinning her down and thrusted with all his might. Biting her bottom lip, the zebra held back her screams of pleasure, while her ass got rammed hard by her new coltfriend. Sliding his cock until his equine tip was about to pop out, Big Mac held.
Looking over her shoulder, the zebra gave a confused stare, wondering why he stopped. A kiss on her back surprised her, with a sudden deep ram for extra measure, the force of his thrust forcing out all the cum from her pussy, spilling onto the floor, while she held a silent scream of sexual ecstasy. “A-Ah-Ah…” Zecora moaned, drooling. “M-Mac… please more,” she begged, her long, monochrome mane hiding her face. Even rhyming through her ecstasy, Zecora begged again, “Make me forever yours.”
“Eyyup!” Grunted Big Mac, picking up the pace. Gripping her glyph mark on both sides, he pressed her ass cheeks together. He climaxed multiple times inside, yet his cock showed no signs of limping. After a few deep thrusts, Big Mac felt some build-up, his cock throbbing as a result. His final climax was ready.
“Do it,” Zecora beckoned with a smirk, her ears flat against her skull. She was out of breath and could barely moan anymore, only able to gasp deeply. Only between Big Mac’s deep thrust could she speak. Arching her back, cock still in her ass, she held her arm up and wrapped it around Big Mac’s neck, nuzzling his chin.
Plunging inside, the red stallion groaned with a look of pure satisfaction on his face when his sticky mess was released inside. With the amount already filling her, the cum bubbled around the rim of her ass until it began dripping out. “Was ah too rough for yer first time…?” panted Big Mac, sliding himself out.
“No,” she answered, “well a little.” She shifted and sat down on her knees. “I loved every moment for I’m not brittle.”
Sighing with a smile, Big Mac hugged the zebra in his strong, red furred arms. “Ah hope AJ doesn’t mind this, she can overreact. By the way, what was in that potion?”
Zecora giggled, flicking her tail. “Ice tea and a bit of spice; it was just to make you think twice.” she answered, trying to hold back the amusement in her voice.
“…What?” gawked Big Mac. “Whaddya mean? Ah saw smoke shaped hearts fer cryin’ out loud.”
“Mac, you’re marefriend–” She gestured to herself. “–is a shaman. Adding effects to tea is easy for a layman.”
“Ah would question how you knew ah was comin’ to make it, but mah real question is, why did it work anyway?”
“Oh dear Big Macintosh, though the pool to your stamina may be bottomless, you were lacking one thing that made you panic: confidence.” Zecora poked on the muzzle. “Best you be on your way, isn’t it still your work day?”
Big Mac rolled his eyes, barely wanting to move, let alone leave after such an amazing time. He wanted so badly to stay and talk more, get to know her a little better. But she was right, if he missed any more of the day the weight of the workload would be on Applejack. That would be selfish of him. “Fine…where and when could we meet again?”
“We can talk by pen and ink, till a way to tell your friends and family you can think. On the day that you do, more dignified clothes I must wear, this is true.” Zecora’s legs quivered as she tried to stand, she reached for a staff resting near the door and used it for support.
“This is what you wear under that cloak?” Big Mac asked, and let her lean on his shoulder for support.
“Yes,” she admitted, smiling in appreciation for his kindness. “Now off you go, before the sun hangs too low.”
Opening the door he stepped out, slinging his sweat stained shirt over his shoulder, his jeans giving off a musky odour. Best to saturate it with sweat and mud from a hard day’s work, before throwing them into the laundry, so as to cover his tracks, and work someplace far away from the others.
Stopping mid-step out the door, he quickly turned around to give Zecora a parting kiss. As quickly as it had happened, it ended with him leaving for the orchard, waving goodbye.
Aiming his sights at the sturdy oak tree, Big Mac hunched down and reared his shoulders like a beast, getting into a running position. Charging forward, he rammed the trunk with his shoulder like a pro-footballer, making the the tree shake like a tuning fork. Apples left and right fell into the barrels below for this week’s shipment while he dusted the bark off his shoulder and his mane.
“Big Mac, why’re ya farrmin’ over there?” Applejack enquired. “Did Zecora help fix yer problem?”
“Eeyup.” Her older brother smiled, preparing for another charge.
She held out a letter, catching his attention. “It’s from Zecora.”
“Uh, thanks.” Big Mac took the letter. “I’ll open it later,” he lied, putting it into his back pocket.
Shrugging off his odd reply, Applejack headed back to her area for the rest of the barrels. Once she was out of sight, Big Mac scanned the area for any nuisances that may come by. Opening envelope, he slid out the letter, and read.
Dear Big Macintosh,
Sorry to write to you so soon, but I’ll be in Ponyville on thursday noon. I have an errand at the market to run, if possible we could meet and have some fun. It would be nice to see you again, I want so much to see my red and strong coltfriend.
With love,
Zecora.