For Want of Seeds
Butterscotch loved the springtime.
There wasn’t a single thing about the season that he didn’t enjoy. The animals were beginning to stick their snuffling little noses from their burrows, the flowers were opening their petals to the inviting yellow light of the sun, and the entirety of the Everfree Forest smelled like fresh earth from the recent rainfall. Everything felt so alive.
And that didn’t even begin to describe the beauty of Sweet Apple Acres during this time of year. The apple blossoms were overflowing from the treetops of the orchard with their white flowerings, signaling the incoming harvest for the upcoming year. He liked the way the alabaster petals made the green boughs look like they were wearing a wedding veil, waiting for their summer groom to cause their fruit to sprout.
A couple of hummingbirds came flitting by his head and he gave them a beaming smile. There was absolutely nothing in the whole of Equestria that could make this day better for him. He stretched his wings out to their full span as he walked, letting his yellow fur absorb the radiant warmth beating down on him from the clear sky. A few bright white clouds were drifting lazily across the azure expanse, but that just helped paint the world on this picture perfect day.
Even Angela Bunny’s short temper wasn’t going to hamper his giddiness at the moment. She was normally extra fussy when she came out of her hidey hole from the winter, so it wasn’t anything for him to concern himself with. Just tossing an extra carrot into her food bowl and letting her sleep on the fluffy pillow beneath the window was enough to sedate Angela; even at her worst.
But today he wasn’t walking through Sweet Apple Acres just to enjoy the day a little better; although it certainly didn’t hurt anything. No; today, he was on a mission. Not a very serious mission, but a mission nonetheless. His friend Applejack had informed him that the farm had received an abnormally large shipment of sunflower seeds this year, and that if he wanted any that he was welcome to the overstock.
Butterscotch liked sunflowers, besides the fact that he enjoyed munching on the seeds, the flowers gave his cottage a nice homely feel to it, and they were fairly low maintenance, but like all blossoms they didn’t survive too well in the winter. So when he heard that Applejack was willing to give him a whole bunch of the seeds he was more than happy to accept the offer. Any that he had left over he could just put in his birdfeeder.
The farmhouse itself came into view and he picked up the pace in his step. It would be nice to see the whole Apple family once again. He saw Applejack fairly frequently, but Apple Buck, the youngest Apple sibling, didn’t come over with his friends that much anymore and Grandpa Smith was rarely found off of the property. Nopony knew what it was that Macarena did with her day when she wasn’t working. Being Ponyville’s most eligible bachelorette he felt like she probably spent a lot of time beating suitors off with a stick.
Coming up to the farmhouse door he politely knocked and waited for somepony to answer. He stood on the front porch, patiently waiting for one of the Apple clan to come and assist him.
He waited for a good seven minutes, not wanting to be too pushy, but nopony came out onto the porch. He gave a puzzled look at the door and knocked again, this time with just a little more force. Still, nopony answered the door. “Hello?” Butterscotch called out, his ears perked up, searching for any noise that told him that somepony from Ponyville’s founding family had heard him. When there still wasn’t any response to his call, Butterscotch turned around and put a hoof to his chin.
He knew that Apple Buck was probably somewhere with his friends, continuing their desperate search for their cutie marks. If Applejack wasn’t on the farm right now it was probably because he was in Ponyville with Grandpa Smith looking for supplies to help them grow their apples this spring.
Butterscotch sat on his haunches and twiddled his hooves uncomfortably, contemplating his next course of action. He really needed to get those sunflower seeds today. The next few weeks would most likely be extremely busy ones for him. With animals beginning to come out of their winter homes he needed to be sure to take the annual census of how many new little baby animals he was to be taking account for this upcoming year.
And then there was no telling what weird adventures he was going to be pulled into in the upcoming days.
He chewed on his lips and looked towards the barn. He knew that was where the Apple family kept most of their supplies, and probably where the extra seeds were being stored. But it would be rude to go into the barn without Applejack’s permission. Surely that would be jumping clear over some kind of line of decency.
But then again he really needed to get those seeds today. He had already promised his bid friends.
Sighing with resignation, Butterscotch stepped off of the front porch and walked towards the bright red barn. He figured that Applejack would understand if he helped himself to the seeds without him being there. That thought still didn’t help to stem the small pinprick of guilt he felt in his stomach.
Arriving at the large double doors of the barn he blinked in astonishment. The door handles had a thick iron chain wrapped around them, with a large padlock keeping the chain snuggly in place. Butterscotch lifted a hoof and pulled lightly at the heavy lock and it remained steadfast. Well it was worth a shot.
A small shock of panic passed through his chest. How was he going to get the seeds he needed now? He walked around the large building, searching for an alternative route inside. There was no other door into the building, but looking up, the yellow pegasus saw an opened window that he could fly through. He knew that the chain and lock were on that door to keep intruders out of the barn, but if he didn’t get the sunflower seeds today then he didn’t know if he could plant them in time to see them grow before winter stuck again.
Throwing a quick gaze around his surrounding to be sure nopony was watching him, Butterscotch opened his wings and quickly flapped his way up to the open portal; diving in as soon as he could in case anypony might see him.
There was a strong scent of hay in the dry air as he glided down from the loft and onto the padded dirt floor. His hooves made no noise as small clouds of dust formed around each of his steps. He craned his neck left and right searching for the burlap sacks that may have the seeds that he was searching for.
There was a bumping noise on the other side of a large pile of hay and Butterscotch’s muscles froze. There’s no way anypony could have followed him in here because of the lock. He figured that it was probably some bird or raccoon that had snuck in through the window and was foraging for food. Maybe they could lead him to the sunflower seeds quickly so he could leave.
“Excuse me, it’s okay, you can come out, I just need some help…” Butterscotch turned around the corner and froze in shock at what he saw.
There in the middle of the floor was Macarena Apple, her face pressed into a sack of sunflower seeds, and her rump lifted high into the air. She was angled in such a way that Butterscotch had a perfect sight of her hoof as she pressed it tightly into her lower lips. His ears perked up as he caught the heavy panting and moans she released as her hoof rubbed against her slick marehood. A faintly wafting odor of her arousal caught his nose and he nervously chewed on his lower lip.
He couldn’t look away from the perfectly round and muscular ass presented in front of him. He knew it was rude to stare, but there was something hypnotic in the way that her tail was flagged high in the air, and how her luscious hips swung and spasmed with each rub of her hoof against her engorged lips. Her lusty groans and heavy sighs, combined with the strong scent radiating from her was causing a stirring in his loins and one of his back legs began to quiver as he struggled to keep himself concealed.
Butterscotch could see the frustrated look on her face as she furiously masturbated on the barn floor. Her hair was in a wildly tangled mess, with frayed bits of hay sticking out of her fiery mane. Macarena’s flushed cheeks were covered in sweat. Butterscotch’s legs would no longer support him so he sat on his haunches, using his forehooves to cover his swiftly growing erection. He’d never thought of himself as being voyeuristic before, he always tried to respect his friends’ privacy, but as his adrenaline and hormones raged he just couldn’t look away from the incredibly arousing sight set before him.
“Oh, come on, just a l-little bit more.” She groaned, pushing her forehead into her burlap pillow and grinding her hoof harder into her marehood. Her back legs tensed and wobbled and as she cried out, they finally gave out, her back end dropping down onto the floor with a faint ‘thud’. She moaned in frustration and rolled onto her side, panting heavily; her hooves still frantically pushing at the tender area beneath her tail. Her eyes cracked open for a moment and then shot open with surprise; Butterscotch froze in abject terror as the emerald green eyes honed in on him.
Butterscotch didn’t know what to do. His cheeks burned a deep shade of pink as he began to stammer out an apology, or an excuse, or something to get him out of this mess. “I-I was just…and the door, and…” Macarena slowly got up and stepped towards him, an unusual gleam in her eye that made Butterscotch even more nervous. Her tail, still at full mast, was bouncing behind her. He quickly got to his hooves and backed up slowly, keeping a steady backwards pace with her long stride “um…seeds?”
Macarena Apple was towering over the crouching pegasus; her barrel just at his eye level. Butterscotch cringed as her steady gaze drilled into him. He felt his rear end bump into the barn wall and his eyes darted left and right, looking for an escape from the advancing mare. “Um…um…” There was no escaping left, right, backwards, and certainly not forwards. His only option was to go up.
Quickly spreading his wings he gave a few strong flaps and flew like a bat out of hell towards the window he had entered from. Maybe if he could escape from the barn he could make his visits to the farm as infrequent as ponily possible to avoid seeing her again. Sure he might not be able to come and pick up his sunflower seeds, but if it meant never having to make eye contact with Macarena again then it was a small price to pay.
He was almost home free when his speedy flight was brought to a sudden halt as something wrapped itself around one of his back hooves. Butterscotch yelped and flapped his wings harder. Casting a look over his shoulder he could see that Macarena had a long stretch of rope, one end lassoed tightly around his leg, the other end was gripped in between her teeth. “And just where in the buck do you think yer going?!” he heard the red farm mare shout through her clenched teeth.
Macarena gave a strong twist of her neck and poor Butterscotch didn’t stand a chance. He cried out as he was pulled straight from midair and went falling down towards the barn floor.
Butterscotch landed in a thick pile of hay with a thud. He didn’t feel like he had broken anything, but the wind was knocked out of him and he had to take a few moments to catch a breath. Those precious moments were all Macarena needed and she pounced on the stunned pegasus, using the rope she’d lassoed him down with to tie his forehooves together, and his wings to his sides.
Butterscotch could feel himself being dragged from the golden pile of straw, but he was powerless to stop her. He could only hope and pray that she let him off with just a substantial beating, and didn’t just outright snap his neck for breaking into the barn and invading on her…private time.
Macarena dragged her prize catch to a large wooden support column and proceeded to hang the rope that was keeping his hooves from moving on a hook screwed into the wood, causing his front hooves to be lifted above his head. The eldest Apple sibling gave her work a quick inspection before nodding in satisfaction. Butterscotch knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
The timid pegasus tried to make himself as small as possible while Macarena towered over him. He quickly crossed his legs to hide the partial erection that hadn’t been completely scared away. Macarena was still breathing heavily but was otherwise as silent and foreboding as she could possibly be.
“I’msorry,Ididn’tknowthatyouwereinhere;IwasjustlookingforsomeseedsApplejacksaidIcouldhaveandIsweartoSolarisIwon’ttellanypony. Please don’t kill me!” Butterscotch blurted out; making an honest effort of getting all of his begging out on one breath.
The barn was dead silent for a few seconds that felt like an eternity to the cowering pony before Macarena spoke.
“Don’t you worry; Ah won’t kill ya. Ya wouldn’t be much use to me dead, now would ya?”
The question caught Butterscotch off guard and he craned his neck upwards to look into her face. “W-what?” What he saw etched onto the mare’s face wasn’t a look of unfettered rage, but something else that he couldn’t quite put his hoof on. Somehow that unsettled him even further than if she’d had blood in her eye.
Macarena’s cheeks were burning a bright pink that stood out against her deep red coat, and there was a faint sheen of sweat coating her body. Her emerald eyes gleamed with ravenous hunger and her tongue snaked out to lick her lips. “Oh no; Ah don’t think you’ll be going anywhere fer a little while.”
Butterscotch’s stomach gave a small lurch as Macarena as she leaned in and pressed her muzzle against his neck, inhaling his scent deeply. She could probably smell his fear. He began to nervously sweat while she tenderly nipped along his neckline, her nose snuffling greedily against his fur. “Oh yeah, Ah’m definitely gonna be keepin’ you around for a long while.” She purred as her mouth reached his ear, giving it a crisp bite on the tip.
“Uh; um; I…w-what?” Butterscotch nervously stammered, unable to wrap his mind around what was going on in that moment.
“Did ya enjoy tha little show, Butterscotch?” she crooned slyly, brushing a hoof against his chest; the ends of her messy mane tickling his nose. “If Ah’d known you were watchin’ maybe Ah coulda made a little more noise for ya.”
“Hehe, I, um, I didn’t think you knew my name…” he chuckled timidly, pressing his lower legs tightly together while Macarena pawed and nuzzled every inch of his upper half. Butterscotch was more confused than he had ever been before in his life, but at the moment he was just grateful that his stallionhood was still intact. It was, and it was getting bigger by the second.
“Mmm, how could I not know the name of such a handsome, strapping young stallion like you?” She asked. Macarena’s words were beginning to lose all form of seriousness as they dissolved more into airy moans. Her attentions were starting to lower themselves on his body, and Butterscotch clenched his legs together even tighter.
Macarena’s muzzle was prodding and sniffing against his stomach. She lifted a hoof and placed it on one of his legs, gently attempting to tug them apart. When Butterscotch refused to budge either one of them she let out a frustrated whine “C’mon, Scotchy, let mama have a proper look at ya. Ah only got a little glimpse, and besides, it’s only fair since ya had a front row viewin’ to yer own private show.” While she spoke she continued to try to pry apart Butterscotch’s legs, growing more frustrated the longer he resisted.
The butter yellow caregiver was flustered to say the least. Macarena was pulling at his legs trying to look at his private parts, her hot breaths washed down his stomach and into his crotch. He audibly swallowed and tried to squirm away from her touch. “I, uh, maybe you could untie me and we c-could just talk…instead?” Butterscotch’s voice had steadily raised in pitch until it was little more than just rhythmic squeaking.
Macarena’s eyes had come to level with his own; narrowed into slits, her stare burning into the very essence of his soul. “No, Butterscotch, there ain’t gonna be no talkin’. What you’re gonna do is rut me into the floor of this barn like there ain’t gonna be a tomorrow. And the only words comin’ outta yer mouth had better be some pretty filthy pillow talk, or else I’ll stuff so much hay in yer mouth anypony that looked at ya would think yer a scarepony.”
Butterscotch clamped his mouth shut tightly and bit his tongue, but still he refused to give in to Macarena’s pulling hoof. He could tell that she wasn’t using her full strength in her attempt to reveal his member to her; it felt more like a gentle, if somewhat fervent, coaxing. The noises she was making were no longer desperate little whines; they had graduated into long and aggravated moans. “You couldn’t possibly know what it’s like. Every year havin’ a whole three weeks of feeling nothin’ but the need ta find a stallion and fuck him dry?” she growled, pushing her forehead against Butterscotch’s and glaring dead into his eyes, “And then bein’ locked up in a barn for that entire three weeks because the last time ya got laid ya broke some bastard’s hip?!” Her hoof was now pressed tightly against his chest, slowly squeezing the air from his lungs, “There ain’t no way a mare can really satisfy herself, especially inside a damn barn. We may be able ta rub one out, but that same ole burnin’ comes right on back; and it comes right on back with a vengeance. There’s only gonna be one way ta solve that problem, and that’s with a nice stallion cock bein’ driven between my legs.”
Macarena was yelling at the yellow pegasus she had tied to her post now, and Butterscotch shied away from her as best he could. At this point he knew exactly what Macarena’s intentions with him were. She didn’t intend to punish him for breaking into the barn and interrupting her; she intended on pretty much the exact opposite.
Macarena’s yelling had ceased for a few seconds while he’d gathered his wits about him. She was breathing slowly and deeply in an attempt to calm down after her ranting. With one final huff that brushed across his cheek Butterscotch could see the tension leave the mare’s body. It was immediately replaced by an eerie calm that made his feathers want to bristle.
Macarena looked at him with half lidded eyes and a small, terrifying, smile. “But that’s okay. Everything is going to be all better now, because I have ya here now, Scotchy.” She gave an aroused purr and took her hoof off of his chest, “What is it that gets you nice and revved up, my little pegsus? Do you like toys? Bondage? Dominating? Being Dominated?” She started nibbling on his neck once again and Butterscotch couldn’t help but shiver from arousal. He could feel her smile against him and she gave a sensuous lick along his twitching ear. “You know what really turns me on?” she whispered foxily, “Having somepony watch me.”
Butterscotch could only stare in amazed silence while Macarena Apple, one of the few mares that lived in Ponyville, turned around and hoisted her tail, completely revealing herself to his scrutiny.
The lower lips burned a soft pink that stood out startlingly against her deep red coat. Her engorged pussy was already soaked in juices, her large exposed clitoris winking uncontrollably, sending thin trickles of her arousal slowly crawling their way down her inner thighs and matting her fur. But by far the most attention grabbing aspect of the cunt in front of him was the scent. The aroma of her desire swiftly invaded his nose and he couldn’t help but pull in a long draft of the smell.
It was unlike anything that had ever graced his senses before. Thick, warm and inviting, the smell reminded Butterscotch of freshly heated honey. More than just intoxicating, it was immediately addicting and the daisy pegsus lost himself in it, greedily inhaling as much as possible. He leaned forward, trying to get directly into the source, but Macarena’s hot pussy was just out of reach of his muzzle. He whimpered and strained against his restraints to no avail.
“Aw, does mah little pegasus want some?” Macarena questioned teasingly. Her right hoof moved underneath her and began to brush lightly against her engorged lips with a small schlicking sound, her pleasure button popping out with each pass. She let out her own little lust filled moan while the tip of her hoof pressed harder against her slit. “Ah don’t know how long it’s been since Ah had some nice stallion action,” she groaned as she pressed desperately at her drenched marehood, “Livin’ on a farm, there ain’t many stallions able ta satisfy me close by.” Her back arched and the red mare gasped as she firmly pressed against her clit.
Every word spoken by Macarena fell upon partially deaf ears while Butterscotch continued to fight forward. His cyan eyes were focused solely upon her hoof as it pressed time and again into her heated pussy, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He breathed in deeply to capture ever stray whiff of her scent that came his way. His brain was utterly drowning in her essence and he found the increasing tightness in his loins made keeping his legs closed an impossible task but there was little blood left in his brain to think about it.
They stayed like that for several minutes; Macarena keeping her hips at eyes level and masturbating mere inches away from Butterscotch’s face, her fetlocks drenched in the fluids of her self-ministration, and her desperate moans filling the still barn air. Butterscotch could only whimper and whine quietly while leaning forward as far as possible in an attempt to bury his face into the source of his desire. His erection was pressing hot and stiff against his stomach, throbbing with the quickening beat of his heart.
Macarena’s hoof fell away from her marehood and she turned around to face her captured stallion. Her jade eyes inspecting her prize up and down, lingering on the yellow and black mottled cock bouncing between his now splayed legs. He was still in a daze, and his mind took a minute to wrap around the thought that Macarena’s most intimate area was no longer presented to him. “Ah’m glad ta see yer all nice and wound up now.” She said coyly. The hoof that had previously been tucked beneath her tail came up to gently wrap around his member and she gave it a few slow strokes. The fruits of her arousal allowed the tender rub to slip up and down with little resistance, casing Butterscotch to gasp at the new slick sensation.
His face burning red as a beet, his expression tightened into a mixed look of pleasure and embarrassment. His cock throbbed at her touch and his legs shuffled a little bit, but Macarena’s other hoof made sure that it was unable to come up to block her once again. “Mmm, Scotchy, Ah never imagined that this was what ya had hidin’ from the world for so long.” Macarena’s eyes were half lidded as she leaned in and pressed her lips firmly against his, still giving light yet steady tugs on his pulsing erection, a hint of his own moisture now beading at the tip.
The kiss only lasted for a few seconds before Macarena broke their lips apart, their eyes locking briefly. In less than a breath she quickly shifted to his neck and started peppering it with kisses. She gave more small pecks down his chest until the head of his cock rested against her chin. Looking up into his eyes she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around the flaring head, soaking up all the precum he had begun to dribble, her rough tongue causing him to gasp and whimper as he experienced whole new realms of pleasure.
Butterscotch watched as Macarena took the swollen head of his cock into her mouth and began to gently suckle on it, gently stroking the length all the while. His back leg shook against his will as mind numbing sensations rocked him to his core.
Her mouth was wet and incredibly warm, and her rough, thick tongue traced over every ridge and crease of his member that it could as she slowly enveloped more of it. Macarena hummed contentedly as more and more of his stiff stallionhood slipped into the moist cavern of her mouth. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to grab the back of her mane and cram as much of his dick as he could into her throat as the red mare’s head bobbed slightly up and down his shaft, and he struggled against his restraints with an added fervor, pushing his hips upwards in a desperate attempt to drive more of himself into her.
However, his efforts were utterly fruitless as she stopped just short of his medial ring. He whined while Macarena detached herself from his piece with a loud slurping sound. She gave a temptress like smirk at the sad questioning look on his face while she increased the pace of her hoof’s pumping. “Are we finally warmin’ up ta tha idea of gettin’ laid?” she asked teasingly, giving his cock a long and sensuous lick from base to tip.
Butterscotch gasped and nodded vigorously as he felt the tightness in his loins intensify. She seemed to sense it too and she smiled deviously, jerking him off at a thrumming rate, “Does mah little Scotchy need ta cum soon? Well Ah can’t have a stallion that’s gonna cum just as soon as he starts ta fuck me, now can I?” She gave him a few more powerful strokes, and then quick as a cobra she leaned down and swallowed his cock whole.
The butter yellow pegasus cried out in ecstasy as his throbbing head met the back of her convulsing throat. Fireworks were going off in his mind as his dick slid in and out of her tight throat. He could feel her choking slightly around him and the wet sucking noises reverberated in his ears. “Ohhh, shit…” he muttered, feeling his climax approaching at an incredible rate, “M-Macarena, I...I…” he lost control of his words to the incredible feeling of the farm mare sucking him off, “I-I’m going to cum!!”He finally managed to shout just as he began to release.
Macarena managed to pull off of him just as the first spurt of jizz shot from his tensed cock. The thick white ropes managed to splatter against her chin, some of it painting her fur white, some of it dripping off viscously. She continued to give his cock loving pulls, coaxing out more and more of his hot load. She was rewarded with long white shot after long white shot streaking across her muzzle, dripping off the end of her nose and onto his heaving stomach. Her right eye was closed, a long streak of cum laying across the eyelid.
Butterscotch gasped for air as he came down from the most spectacular high of his entire life, the last remnants of his orgasm dribbling down his softening length and onto his balls. Macarena’s tongue stuck out to lap the small trickle of cum from his still convulsing cock, purring happily as the member gave a few small twitches to the gentle treatment.
“Mmm, such a healthy load, Scotchy.” She said as the exhausted stallion caught his breath, wiping the trail of jizz from her eyelid, “Ah can tell somepony ain’t been able ta let off a little steam in a while. The smooth tip of her hoof traced a thin line up and down the length of his lanky member, grinning fiendishly at his sweating face, “If Ah untie you are ya gonna be a good little pony and play nice now?” Butterscotch nodded enthusiastically, ready for his hooves to be let down so that he could move again.
Macarena took her sweet time releasing him from his bondage, first pulling loose the knot from the rope keeping his wings at his sides. The feathery appendages shot from his sides immediately, partially from excitement from being able to stretch, but mostly from his steadily rekindling arousal.
The horny mare stretched above his body to clamp her teeth into the rope restraining his hooves. Her large red chest filled his vision and Butterscotch couldn’t help but lean in and press his face against it. He nuzzled against the soft maroon fur and moaned as her scent invaded his nostrils. Earthy, with the slightest undertones of freshly turned hay and sweat. He fucking loved it.
As his forelegs were released, Butterscotch groaned and rotated his shoulders, trying to work out all of the little knots that had formed in his muscles from being held above his head for so long.
Macarena placed a gentle hoof on his chest and pressed him back against the post. “Tell me somethin’, Scotchy,” she said in a pent up voice, arousal dripping like honey from each word, “do you clop?”
Butterscotch’s cheeks flushed and he looked away from her, “N-no.” He mumbled, embarrassed beyond belief.
“Come on, Butterscotch, don’t lie ta me. You’ve watched me masturbate and Ah’ve had yer cock in my mouth; there ain’t no more secrets needed here.” She purred, giving his member a gentle flick with the tip of her nose.
Butterscotch chewed on his bottom lip for a moment before finally speaking, “Sometimes…but not…not a lot…”
She chuckled at his bashful admission and stood up over him, her tail swaying back and forth behind her, “Alright, but then tell me this. Who do ya think about most in tha middle of tha night, when it’s hot and yer alone, and all there is ta do is rub one out?”
Her colorful use of imagery caught him off guard and he struggled to find words, “I..um, I…”
“Is it Glidin’, from tha Wonderbolts; a nice strong and fast mare, good for a quickie?” she questioned, “Or maybe somethin’ on a higher social ladder is more yer taste, some mare like Fancy Skirt with her nice lingerie's? How about Eris? Applejack tells me she’s been livin’ with ya ever since she got reformed.”
Butterscotch pressed his lips together and shook his head at each of the suggestions. Macarena leaned down and nibbled on the tip of his ear before whispering into it, “Do ya think of…me?” The bashful stallion hesitated a moment before giving the slightest of nods. He was loathed to admit it, but every time he couldn’t control the urge to put his hoof to his member, Butterscotch always found his imagination crawling back to that big red farm mare.
She gave him a warm, lust filled smile and took a few steps backwards, “And what do Ah do in yer fantasies? Am Ah a filthy little marewhore, just beggin’ for yer cock ta be crammed inside me?” she licked her lips and slapped her tail audibly against her flank, “Or maybe I’m a shy little mare who needs tha big strong Butterscotch ta protect me?” Macarena crossed her forehooves and gave him the most innocent set of eyes he’d ever seen in his life. “Come on, Scotchy, what am Ah doing in yer imagination?”
Butterscotch pressed the tips of his hooves together and chewed on his bottom lip. “Um…well…” he struggled with the embarrassment of sharing his fantasies with Macarena but he sucked it up and finally spoke, “s-sometimes we’re, um, just talking and then we just kinda…go into it. But sometimes we’ll be in my living room, a-and I’ll have you bent over my couch and…oh dear.”
Macarena licked her lips hungrily and grinned with eagerness, “Is that all there is to it?” she strode over to a large bale of hay and propped herself up onto it, making sure that Butterscotch had a clear line of sight to her large rump. “Well Ah may not have a couch in tha barn but this should settle just well enough,” she lay down on the yellow straw and raised her tail high, “don’t ya think?” her dark orange tail came swatting down on her swollen marehood and she jerked as the hair slapped against the sensitive flesh.
Butterscotch stood up on all fours and approached the exposed mare timidly. Her drenched slit was winking feverishly at him, letting droplets of her arousal fall wastefully to the barn floor. He leaned in and took a deep sniff of her sex, recreating that same incredible high he’d experienced a few minutes ago. Her slit was hot and enticing, giving him the courage to draw his tongue in a long lick up the length of her pussy, drawing a long moan from the lusty mare.
“Don’t tease, Scotchy, I need it so fucking bad right now.” She whined as he drew his flat tongue up her cunt a second and third time. She twitched against the pink appendage with each and every stroke he brought up her. After seven strong licks, Macarena’s back legs bucking with each upstroke, Butterscotch detached his muzzle from her pussy, a nervous grin lit up on his face. Her juices were coated thickly into the fur around his muzzle and the deeply intoxicating aroma lingered blissfully around his nose. His erection was now back in full force and straining for another release.
He stood up onto his back two legs and leaned forward onto her back, keeping very careful to keep his pelvis back, the tip of his cock only barely brushing against her saturated slit. He could feel the heat radiating out of her entrance. “A-are you sure?” Butterscotch asked tentatively, giving an awkward nuzzle against the back of her neck.
Macarena gave a frustrated growl and shook her hips backwards against him, “Solaris damn it, yes!! Now please, fucking rut me. I need it do damn much.” Her voice sounded as if she was on the brink of tears and Butterscotch finally gave in.
Pushing forward slowly, he pressed the tip of his stiff member against her entrance and gave a strong shove. Macarena gave a broken cry as the head slid into her tight cunt with a squish and she felt that sense of missing satisfaction dissipate inside her. Her body melted beneath him into a loose pile of mare and she let out a long and satisfied moan. “Oh yes, that’s the stuff right there.” Her face fell onto its side and her tongue rolled from her mouth.
Butterscotch was in the same boat as inch by inch he pushed himself deeper into the tightness surrounding his cock. Her moaning spiked as his medial ring stretched her further. The inside of her pussy felt surreally warm and hugged him tightly as he pressed onwards into her. Her muscles contracting and pulling at him to go deeper and deeper. Butterscotch’s own face contorted into one of ecstasy and he lost track of himself until he felt his hips meet with her firm ass. He paused for a moment to bask in the pleasure of hilting himself into Macarena’s fiery depths. Her inner walls massaging him in its wet embrace, her arousal now dripping down both of their legs.
“C’mon, Scotchy, don’t be shy.” Macarena moaned out, “Give mama a nice a proper fuckin’. Don’t ya hold back cause Ah want everythin’ you got in ya.” Butterscotch gave a heated snort, the hot air brushing against the back of her long mane. He pulled pack, the length of his cock grinding against her firm inner walls. He could feel her muscles desperately trying to stop his withdraw.
When three quarters of his member had slid from her gripping depths he slammed back into her with a quiet ‘slap’. Macarena let out a long and pleasured wail as he quickly sank back into her, the tip of his member kissing against the entrance to her womb. Her back legs bucked and she tightened further around him. Butterscotch let out his own gasp and he pressed his hooves solidly into her back. “Holy fuck…” he groaned, pulling back again and ramming back home just as quickly.
“Eeyup, j-just like that…” Macarena whined, pawing at the hay bale her body was strewn across.
Butterscotch hammered into her pussy again and again, every single ‘thwap’ his pelvis made against her muscular ass emboldening him to ram into her with more and more fervor; All embarrassment from the situation completely devoid from his body. Right now all rational thoughts were drowned in the dense sea of lust and passion. The only things driving him now were the rhythmic slapping of sweaty flesh on sweaty flesh, the muffled squish of their shared lubrication, and the fervorous cries Macarena was letting out beneath him.
“Yeah, you love that fucking cock, don’t you?” he growled down at her, biting the tip of her ear and pressing his forelimbs around her withers. Macarena couldn’t respond past the desperate cries flooding out of her mouth but the animal part of his brain instinctually knew exactly how much she was enjoying it. In a particularly strong surge of sexual aggression he drew back his hoof and brought it back down directly onto the large green apple covering her ample ass.
As the loud ‘smack’ filled the heated barn air so too did a high pitched squeal as Macarena’s back arched and her head shot back. Her impassioned cry was followed shortly by a large rush of hot fluids flooding across his thrusting member and on to the floor as Macarena came. She moaned intensely as each electrified moment ticked past her in an eternity. The trickles of her arousal dripping from her cunt increased into small streams. Bright stars burst into her visions and her limbs began to go slack.
The intensity of Butterscotch’s thrusts diminished while Macarena came down from her orgasm. “Don’t you dare slow down on me right now,” Macarena growled back at him, “we ain’t done here, and Ah ain’t even close ta done with you.” Butterscotch grunted and continued his rutting, putting even more strength into his thrusts now. Her arousal splashed onto the floor with each withdraw as her clitoris continued to wink and grind into his thrusting cock; her renewed cries prompted him to redouble his efforts.
He brought his hoof down onto her flank repeatedly, each new blow pulling tortured cries of ecstasy from Macarena. Butterscotch’s pumping never slowed nor stopped as he ravaged her tight pussy. The heat inside of her had grown and even after one orgasm she was still gripping and massaging at his cock with the same fevered neediness as when they’d begun. His grunts rang rhythmically with her broken cries, each reentry causing her pitch to rise and bounce.
“Turn over…” Butterscotch grunted, grabbing Macarena’s shoulders and pulling. The fucked red mare was more than happy to oblige him as she flipped over onto her back, her forehooves bent up against her chest, exposing her plump mammaries and lean stomach to him, rising and falling rapidly. Her fiery hair spilled out onto the golden straw, and her green eyes were gazing up at him. He continued his pumping as he leaned in and pressed his lips tightly against hers, his tongue fighting to invade her mouth. He could feel her erect nipples rubbing against his groin.
After a few seconds she relinquished control of her tongue to him, crying out into his mouth while her tongue danced with his. His hooves were firmly planted onto the bale of hay at her side, giving him more leverage as he jackhammered into her. For once in his life he felt powerful; their positions had reversed; Butterscotch was no longer the one under her thrall, now Macarena Apple was the one under him, begging for him to fuck her brains out. And he fully planned to fulfill her desires.
Butterscotch had lost track of time at this point, their intense mating consuming all of his thoughts. He felt that familiar buildup happening in his loins, the tightness in his balls signaling that his next release was to come soon. He pushed against her faster and harder, his hooves massaging her chest and flanks; his face contorted into a look of pure concentrated pleasure.
Sweat flung from his pink hair onto her heaving stomach and he pushed as deep as he could. “I’m… gonna cum soon…” he groaned.
“Mmm, Scotchy, please do it inside. I need you to put the fire out.” She sighed, hugging him tightly. Even in his sex addled brain he knew that finishing inside of the tight mare would only end in pregnancy and parenthood, and though he wouldn’t mind having a foal with Macarena, they hadn’t known one another very long and that probably wasn’t a very good idea.
He gave a few final thrusts and pulled out, causing Macarena to let out an unhappy whine, and moaned as he came across her stomach. His seed splattered onto her breasts, underbelly and across her chest, leaving long white streaks across her ruby coat, mixing with the sweat and hay. When the yellow pegasus was finally spent he rolled off of her, panting and falling onto his back on the barn floor. He gazed up at the red ceiling and grinned, feeling pretty damn good about himself in that moment.
That was until the red of the ceiling was replaced by a red muzzle and piercing emerald eyes. “Did ya enjoy yerself?” she asked, laying down next to him and tucking her head under his chin.
“Yeah...” was all Butterscotch could think to say in that moment.
Macarena reached a hoof down to his softened penis and gave it a few bounces with her hoof, “You know, Ah’m still a mare in heat, and ya didn’t exactly do what it usually takes to get rid of that sorta problem…”
Butterscotch tentatively wrapped his forelegs around her neck, “I-I know…sorry.”
The large farm mare nipped gently at the base of his neck, “Ah hope yer ready ta help mediate that problem a little more than just sayin’ sorry.” She purred.
Butterscotch could feel her grinning against his neck as she continued to fondled with his dwindled erection and he gave a nervous chuckle, “Um, well maybe, but I think I’d need a little while to…recharge.”
Macarena leaned up and looked down into his eyes, with a lust filled smile “You have five minutes.”
**Two Days Later**
Applejack turned the key in the lock holding the chains barring his sister from escaping from the barn and began to unwind the metal links. Grabbing the platter of food of food at his hooves in his teeth and cautiously pushing open the door he closed his eyes and stepped into the barn.
“Macy, brought ya some dinner!” He called out, putting the plate down just inside the doorway. He heard some shuffling and quiet mumbling and his cheeks burned red, “Uh oh, did I, uh…did I catch ya in tha middle of somethin’?”
“Eeyup.”
“Um, sorry, Ah guess. Just about another week and then we can let ya out, kay, sis?”
“Ain’t gotta rush nothin’. It’ll pass when it passes.”
Applejack stepped back out of the barn and quickly shut the door. Macarena smirked bemusedly before settling back down onto the pile of straw she was leaning on. “What’d ya say, Scotchy, wanna take a break and get some dinner in ya?”
Butterscotch let out an unhappy moan and buried his muzzle deeper into her slit, lapping desperately at her inner walls and his hooves pressing tighter into her firm flanks. Macarena smiled and gently slapped her tail against the side of his face, “Yeah, me neither.”
Butterscotch really loved the springtime.