A Tasty Morsel
Scootaloo’s lips parted as her tongue slid into view, glistening with drool and desire. The tender young filly leaned over the table, pupils dilated, blushing hotly. She stared at the enormous prize Big Mac had placed in front of her. A cold, anxious sweat rolled down her brow as she wondered how she would fit all of… that… inside. It was so large and plump, and practically leaking with juices. The scent of Big Mac’s hoofwork wafted into her nostrils, and a powerful need to taste his sauce washed over her brain.
The filly registered Big Mac’s deep voice through the fog of her longing. “Go ahead there, little one. I brought this over just fer you.”
“Thank you so much! I just love it, Big Mac. It’s so big! I’ve never seen one nearly this big before. It looks so tasty…” Scootaloo leaned forward, her snout nearly grazing the wet end of it. “I just don’t think I can open my mouth this wide.”
Big Mac chuckled, sending deep vibrations through the table. “I’ve heard that one plenty-a times before. Everyone manages to get it down their throat in the end, no matter how young or small they are. Just be gentle. Nibble and lick. You don’t want to push yourself, or it’ll be over too soon.”
Good advice, Scootaloo thought, I want to savor this. Maybe he’ll even do this for me again!
The young pegasus gulped, licking her lips. She leaned in, and lapped up a trail of juice. It was tangy, but there was a hint of sweetness there, too. Scootaloo moaned and looked up at Big Mac.
“It’s tasty…”
Big Mac winked. “I’ve heard that one a lot, too. Eeyup. Ponies can’t stop once they get their first lick. I reckon yer about to have a good time.”
Scootaloo nodded, her young eyes twinkling. Her heart was fluttering in her chest as she leaned further out, her tummy pressed against wood. There was a lot of ground that she would have to cover, and she wanted to lick every inch. Big Mac stared at her from the other side of the cocktail table, proud to have his pride and joy admired and enjoyed by such a cute little filly.
Scootaloo slipped her tongue into a less-accessible spot. She moved her tongue in little circles back towards herself along the outside, savoring the flavors. Big Mac smiled.
“Oh, hey Scootaloo, I didn’t know you wer—what is going on here!?“
Scootaloo’s jaw dropped. She whipped around and saw Apple Bloom looking absolutely horrified.
“Apple Bloom, I can explain! Your brother was just… I mean, we were… It’s just that… It’s not what it looks like!”
“I’ll say it’s not,” Apple Bloom said, anger overtaking her shock. “Mac! How could you? You told me that this was a special thing, between you and me!”
Scootaloo stared at the ground. Big Mac shrugged. “Sorry, Apple Bloom. Scootaloo came to see you, but you were out. While she was waitin’ for you, she kept giving me these hungry looks, and one thing led to another…”
Apple Bloom huffed, and turned her back to her brother. “I don’t really wanna hear it.”
Big Mac looked down at his little sister. “Would you feel better if you helped your friend with this?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Apple Bloom’s coldness melted away as she moved next to Scootaloo at the cocktail table.
Big Mac grinned “Good ta hear. You girls go ahead and eat up.”
* * *
The two fillies were soon back to their usual playfulness. Big Mac stood above them both, happy to see his sister smiling again. While he usually reserved this for Apple Bloom, he felt good sharing with other ponies. He never told his sister, but he’d served a lot of ponies around Ponyville. She wouldn’t like it if she found out. His sister liked to feel special, and he was happy to oblige. He loved Apple Bloom, and enjoyed giving her his special treat whenever she asked for it.
“Gosh, Big Mac, you’re the best! This is so tasty…” Scootaloo sloshed some of the juices around her mouth before swallowing it.
Apple Bloom smiled at her friend. “That’s mah big brother! His sauce is great; there’s always plenty of it. Don’t be afraid to bite, though!” She reared back and, before Scootaloo could stop her, sunk her teeth into Big Mac’s big gift. She tore out a dripping chunk and devoured it.
Big Mac began screaming in agony.
“Aww man,” Scootaloo said, “I wanted the first bite.”
Apple Bloom laughed. “Ya snooze, ya lose!”
“Are you sure this is okay, Big Mac?” The pegasus examined the gaping hole, the bite mark that Apple Bloom left behind. It seemed awful to mangle such a beautiful specimen like that.
“Sure, Scootaloo. Mah sister does it all the time. Go ahead.”
Scootaloo moved in closer to follow Apple Bloom’s example, teeth bared. When her jaw began pressing into her meal, something caught her eye, and she stopped.
“Wait a second,” Scootaloo said, sliding her hoof under a flap of Big Mac’s special surprise. “What is this, cheese?”
“Of course it’s cheese. Why wouldn’t Big Mac have cheese? It wouldn’t taste the same without it.” Apple Bloom pulled off a piece of Big Mac’s cheese and chewed on it thoughtfully.
“Eww. I’m sorry. I don’t really like cheese. My mom always told me it was a bad sign, especially when stallions have it. She always said, ‘Stallion cheese is awful.’”
“I don’t know what that has to do with anything, Scootaloo, and your mom sounds kind of sexist. It’s your loss. Just pick it out if you don’t like it,” Apple Bloom said, licking out another piece of cheese.
The fillies continued ripping out chunks with their teeth. Big Mac could do nothing but watch helplessly. It would all be over soon. He closed his eyes and waited for them to clean up, wincing and crying as the fillies chewed.
They paid no mind to his suffering and ate like voracious beasts. Big Mac sobbed.
“All done, Big Mac,” he heard Apple Bloom shout out, “that was great, as usual!” The stallion looked down at his pride and joy. Only a short stump remained of it.
“I feel so full. But that was really great, Big Mac!” Scootaloo rubbed her belly. “You make such a good sandwich!”
Big Mac wiped the breadcrumbs from the table and took a nap. He was completely spent.