> Big Mac: Licensed Stud Farmer
>  by Mactacular
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> Getting Started (updated)
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It was Friday afternoon on Sweet Apple Acres. Big Macintosh, or Big Mac as he was more commonly referred to, was sitting at the kitchen table going through the figures of this week's earnings in peace and quiet. His sisters were currently out—Applejack had finished her share of the chores and had gone to spend some time with her friends, while Apple Bloom had gone to have a sleepover at the house of one of her fellow Crusaders. Said peace and quiet was interrupted by the entrance of Granny Smith.

"Figures lookin’ alright?" she asked.

"Eeyup."

"That's good." The was a poignant silence until she spoke again. "So Apple Bloom's got her cutie mark. About damn time."

Big Mac glowered. As proud as the family was of Apple Bloom's achievement, this was one conversation that Big Mac had not been looking forward to.

"Ah know what you're gettin’ at, Granny, an’ the answer is nope."

The Apple family matriarch gave him a glare of her own.

"Ya promised that when Apple Bloom got her cutie mark, ya would go get registered for a Stud license. Ah've been patient, but it's time for ya to hold up yer end of the deal."

"Ah said Ah'd think about it, an’ ah have. Ah've thought about it an’ Ah don't want to become a Stud." Big Mac was not usually one to go against his granny's wishes but this was one time he had to draw a line. "Look Granny, if the farm was short on bits ya know Ah'd do anythin’ to keep it afloat but the fact is that the farm has never been more profitable. Applejack's fame has gotten us a boatload of more customers, an’ her friends helpin’ with cider season means we can finally meet demand, not to mention that the seeds and guano we collected from the vampire fruit bat sanctuary has increased our yield by at least 40%. We. Don't. Need. The. Money!"

"This ain't about the money! This is about duty." Granny pointed to the nearby wall where the family photos were hung. "Every stallion that has called this farm home has been a stud. Mah father, mah husband before we married, even yer father took up the cause. By refusin’, you're disrespectin’ their memory."

"Look Granny, how about we compromise? Ah'll make start makin’ regular donations to the sperm bank. That way Ah'm doin’ my part to help provide a diverse gene pool for mares wantin’ to become mothers."

"This ain't about spreadin’ yer seed, it's about servicin’ the mares of this town," the elderly mare scolded. "Some of ‘em have gotten so starved for male attention that they've started doin’ each other."

Big Mac rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Damn it, Granny! That ain’t how lesbianism works."

"That ain’t the point. The point is that maybe if mares in town had a decent outlet for their frustrations, maybe things wouldn't be so crazy around there."

"But do Ah have to whore myself out to relieve their frustrations?"

Big Mac was answered with a hard whack on the back of his head.

"Don't ya ever use that word!"

"Sorry, Granny."

"Now either ya do yer duty as a stallion an’ get registered or Ah will start using any time we spend together regalin’ ya of mah past sexual exploits."

Big Mac's eyes widened. "You wouldn't..."

"Ah think doggy style was mah favourite. Sure it made eye contact hard but ya could get some real nice piston action goin’. An’ when yer grandad was feelin’ frisky he'd reach round and..."

"Alright!" Big Mac exclaimed. "Ah’ll go first thing on Monday an’ get registered."

Granny Smith beamed. "That's mah boy."





After that fiasco in the kitchen, Big Mac told Granny Smith that he needed to get some air and would sort out his own dinner. He loaded up about half a dozen bottles of hard cider before heading in to town. Despite being considered shy by his sisters, Big Mac was in no way short of friends. However there was were only a few friends he considered close enough to share his problems with.

He gave the door three hard knocks. The door opened shortly after to reveal Cheerilee.

"Hello, Big Mac. How are you?"

"Been better," he admitted. "Are ya free to talk?"

From the look on his face and the cider, Cheerilee deduced this wasn't a social visit.

"Come in, I'll order pizza."





After a couple of ciders each and devouring the pizza that had arrived, Big Mac had brought Cheerilee up to speed. Meanwhile, realising she wouldn't be going anywhere that night, Cheerilee had changed out of her work clothes and into an extra large t-shirt and boxer shorts. The two were now sitting on the couch, discussing Big Mac's predicament.

"You know that getting her to agree wait until Apple Bloom got her cutie mark was just a stalling tactic."

"Eeyup, Ah just hoped by that point Ah’d have gotten a decent counter argument."

Cheerilee smiled sympathetically.

"Look, Big Mac, let's be frank. This is ultimately your body and no-one, not even your family, can force you to do something with it that you're against. If you feel this is going against your principles then stand your ground. Granny Smith won't like it but in the end she'll have to accept it. But before you start a fight about this, you have to ask yourself, are you actually against the idea of becoming a stud out of principle or is it because Granny Smith is forcing you to?"

Big Mac though for a moment and answered, "A little of section A, a lot of section B."

"Okay then, and what exactly is it about being a stud that you're against? Do you think it will damage your reputation?"

"No." If Big Mac's reputation had survived steamrolling a group of mares over a doll and wearing his granny's girdle it was going to survive anything short of genocide.

"Are you afraid of catching something?"

"No." Modern magic and medicine made STDs a thing of the past.

"Scared of being objectified?"

"Ah’m already objectified by a lot of the mares in town."

Cheerilee shrugged; Big Mac wasn't wrong.

"Do you have performance anxiety?" She held up her hands in surrender when she saw the glare Big Mac was giving her. "Just had to ask. So what is the problem? Studs are legal, government endorsed and we are living in an enlightened age. Plus let's be honest, when word gets out that you're on the market mares will be lining up for a turn."

"That's the problem."

"But you love sex."

"Yeah Ah do," Big Mac admitted. "But that doesn't mean Ah want to have it all the time and with every mare that's willin’. Ah mean, think of film critics, they get into the business ‘cause they love movies but now it's their job. They have to sit through movie after movie, including ones they wouldn't have gone to normally, until finally goin’ to the movies is gonna just be a job instead of a pleasure. The same could happen to me except with sex instead of movies."

There was a moment of silence that was then broken by Cheerilee snorting.

"Sorry," she said. "I just got the mental image of there being such a thing as a sex critic."

Big Mac stared and then after a moment he let out a snort. This soon became a chuckle and outright laughter as Cheerilee joined in. This continued as the two started to making up critiques.

"Lady Cummerbund," Cheerilee said a mock critic voice. "Despite the hype I found the experience to be long and arduous with an unsatisfying climax. I give her one dick out of five."

"Sharp Turnpike," Big Mac pitched in. "Was overly formulaic, relied too heavily on classic techniques which, while not unpleasant, failed to truly excited me. Ah give her three dicks out of five."

"Lacy Nightgown. Good technique, brilliant pacing and the right amount of variety. The only thing preventing a perfect score was her yelling out her father's name as we finished. I give her four dicks out of five."

This went on for a good five minutes. Just the two good friends leaning against each other and laughing. This was why he had come. The two had been good friends for a while now. After the love poison incident they had even tried dating but soon realised that they worked better as friends rather than as couple. Still, he could always count on her to help raise his spirits.

"Thanks," Big Mac said as the laughter finally died down. "Ah needed that."

"Good humour makes a world of difference," the teacher replied. "And maybe that's the key to this. Just enjoy yourself. Sure you didn't chose this and not every mare you sleep with is going to be a memorable experience. That doesn't mean this has to be a death sentence. Who knows? You might find you like it."

Big Mac thought for a moment and then nodded. "You're right. Besides, it might be good for me to spend some time away from the farm. Thanks, Cheerilee."

"My pleasure." She then proceeded to straddle Big Mac. "And speaking of pleasure..."

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Cheerilee shrugged. "What? This may be the last night where I'll be able to get it for free."

A funny thing had happened after their failed attempt to date. Even though they had realised they were better as friends they had also realised that they really enjoyed fucking each other.

Before Big Mac was able to reply, Cheerilee put her lips to his. Big Mac soon caught up and as they made out, Cheerilee began to do a series of slow deliberate grinds against his jean-covered bulge. Soon she had to break the kiss as she let out a hiss of pleasure. The boxers stopped her pussy from getting rubbed raw against the jeans but was thin enough that each grind was sending pleasure through her. The expanding bulge told her that Big was also enjoying this.

The stallion then decided to go on the offensive. While the entire night he had tried to be a gentle-colt and not draw attention to the fact that Cheerilee wasn't wearing a bra, now it was fair game. He grabbed hold of her cloth-covered mounds and started to massage them. While she was by no means what you would call top heavy, Big Mac was always appreciative of gaining access to her pleasantly firm handfuls. 

The low moan she let out and the increased pace of her grinding told Big Mac that she was pretty appreciative as well. She leaned back and closed her eyes as Big Mac continued to fondle her. As her nipples hardened and started to poke out against the fabric, Big Mac took great satisfaction rubbing his thumbs over the hardened nubs.

Soon a damp patch started to appear on the crotch of her boxers and his sharp nose picked up the unmistakable musk of Cheerilee’s arousal. Finally it all became too much for Cheerilee. She stopped grinding and wrenched away Big Mac's hands.

"Bedroom! Now!"

The excited mare got off Big Mac and pulled him to his feet. She then led him to her bedroom. Once inside, she turned around and started making out with him again. As they were making out, Cheerilee's hands started making short work of unbuttoning Big Mac's flannel shirt. Open, she took great pleasure in running her hands up and down Big Mac's toned chest and stomach.

Finally, she broke the kiss in order to remove her shirt but just as her head popped free, Big Mac pounced. Kissing her with renewed vigour, he used his left hand to keep her arms trapped above her head. Lost in the kiss, she didn't question what he was up to until his right hand snaked into her boxer shorts. She then let out a gasp as his fingers started to tease the outer lips of her  sensitive opening.

"Oh you bastaoooooh!’" She exclamation died off into a moan was cut off as Big Mac ran single right up the middle of her opening.

"What's that?" he asked mockingly. "Want me to stop?"

"Don’t you dare," she growled.

Needing no further encouragement, Big Mac got back to work. At first, he was content teasing Cheerilee’s opening. Slowly, running his fingers around the wet entrance. Then stroking along the folds of her needy lips. Only occasionally would he dip a finger in slightly before returning to the outer edges. At long last, he slid a finger all the way inside her. Again he was slow and deliberate as he started thrusting his finger in and out of her. Only when he was certain that the teacher was ready to threaten him with bloody murder did he pick up the tempo.

Meanwhile, there was nothing Cheerilee could do as Big Mac’s torment continued. He hadn’t released his grip on her arms, which were still up above her shoulders. Even with it being two arms against his one, she had no leverage and wasn’t about to win a test of strength against a stallion she was convinced could lift a stove single handed.

Any potential escape was dashed as Big Mac pulled her onto his muscular body and started peppering her neck and collarbone with kisses. It was safe to say that she was effectively trapped and completely at Big Mac’s mercy.

And she was loving every minute of it.

Big Mac added a second finger to his ministrations. Cheerilee knees buckled as the fingering soon became full on finger fucking. All sense of restraint seemed to leave the mare as her moans became more vocal. Her hips bucked forward as she tried to urge the stallion on by effectively humping his hand.

This all reached a climax as she did. Her legs felt like they were about to give out as a wave of intense pleasure racked her body. Big Mac stopped the movement of his fingers but he kept them inside her as Cheerilee’s pussy clenched around them and drenched them with her fluid. 

The crotch of her boxers had gone from damp to completely soaked. Big Mac continued to hold her, offering firm support as she rode the last of her climax and slowly came back down to earth. It was only as her breathing returned to normal that he released his grip and slowly removed his fingers.

He finished removing his shirt and started to undo his jeans as he asked, "now did ya want a minute or..."

He was cut off as Cheerilee shoved him onto the bed. He then looked and saw she was making short work of removing his jeans.

"So you like to toy with mares? Well guess what?" She pulled down his underpants and the grabbed hold of his member. "You're my toy now!"

Big Mac could only lie back and pant in pleasure as Cheerilee starting moving her hand up and down on his shaft. Her hand movements were slow and light, stroking Big Mac’s cock rather than actually pumping it. Then, as she kept hold of the base, she closed in and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft before focusing her attention on the head. She started with a kiss on the tip before taking the head into her mouth. She alternated between sucking gently and swirling her tongue while she continued to lightly stroke the shaft.

All during her torment, she took care not to over-excite the stallion. While she would occasionally finish Big Mac off with her mouth if he had been an exceptionally good boy, her goal this time was to get him ready. When she finally removed her mouth, Big Mac’s cock stood to full attention and was practically throbbing under her touch. 

"You like that?" Cheerilee asked mockingly. "You like being my toy?"

"Ee...yup," Big Mac managed.

"Good, because I'm not done playing with you yet."

Satisfied that he was hard enough, Cheerilee removed her well-moistened boxers and climbed on top of the stallion. She briefly used the tip to tease her entrance but being as impatient as Big Mac was she lowered herself onto it slowly, putting her hands on his abdomen as she took time to savour being filled up. Once she was as far down the shaft as she could manage she paused and let out a pleasurable moan.

"Oh, I never get tired of this."

She then raised herself until it was almost out of her but then she came back down. She repeated this motion, increasing the speed until she found a rhythm she liked. She continued to ride Big Mac as the two got lost in a sea of pleasure. While some part of Big Mac wanted to get back to playing with her now exposed breasts, he really loved watching them bounce so instead he chose to occupy his hands by grabbing hold of another part of Cheerilee he considered a set of pleasantly firm handfuls.

Despite having to sit down for extended periods like when she was marking tests and planning classes, a job that had her on her feet and chasing school children most of the day had helped her keep a pert and simply delectable backside.

Big Mac kneaded the taut flesh as Cheerilee continued rise and fall onto his member. The mare was still the one in control, so he was more offering encouragement than actually guiding her. Not that she needed encouragement. 

As Cheerilee rode the stallion, she had been reduced to grunts and squeals. Her pussy, already extra sensitive after Big Mac’s previous actions, craved more as it hungrily devoured the hard cock. The hard member was fully drenched in her juices as it slid in and out of her.   

“ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! AH! AH! AH! AAUGH!!”

Finally, Cheerilee's body tensed and her inner walls tightened as her body was racked with a massive orgasm. She continued several more thrusts, as she tried to stretch out the climax for as long as possible. This was enough to send Big Mac over the edge. His hips surged up as he released his load into her.

Cheerilee managed a few more thrusts before she collapsed on top of Big Mac. There was a wet pop as the now softening cock slid out of her pussy. After a few breaths, she was finally able to roll off of Big Mac and lie beside him on the bed. For a while the two the just lay staring at the ceiling until they had enough energy to do their traditional post coitus fist bump.

"Great as always,” Big Mac stated.

"Likewise,” Cheerilee replied. "So you're feeling better?"

The red stallion let out a content sigh before responding. "Eeyup."

After a brief rest, Cheerilee managed to roll onto her side to face Big Mac. "So you're going to give being a stud a try?"

Big Mac looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully for a moment before turning to face Cheerilee. "Eeyup."

"Ok then, I think you're gonna make a lot of mares very happy."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Cheerilee replied, then another thought crossed her mind. "Also don't let me find out you're giving other mares post-sex fist bumps. That's our thing. Are we clear?"

"Eeyup."

Cheerilee stared at the ceiling until realisation dawned on her. "You know, we probably have the weirdest friendship in town."

"What about Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie?"

"Point taken."

> Getting Registered
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After a fairly uneventful weekend. Monday finally arrived. Big Mac treated it like a normal day. He got up, had breakfast with his family and went to have a shower while Granny Smith took Applebloom to school. Only instead of changing into his farm clothes he instead put on a shirt and tie. While he liked his plaid shirts or overalls, Big Mac had learned long ago that how you dressed affected how people responded to you. So when you were heading to somewhere like the bank or City Hall, they were more likely to take you seriously when you looked ready to do business, not ready to harvest the south field.

As he came back downstairs he saw Applejack waiting for him.

She looked up at her brother. "You sure you're alright with this?" 

Big Mac smile down at her, more for her sake than for his own. "Eeyup."

"Okay. But remember I've got your back, the moment you want to call its quits just say the word and that will be the end of it."

Big Mac pulled his sister in for a hug. "I know."

When Applejack had found out that Granny Smith was reapplying pressure about the stud licence, she had had a similar reaction as Big Mac.

Though considerably louder.





"WHAT IS THE HAY GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO FORCE BIG MAC INTO THIS!"

"APPLEJACK THIS IS RITE OF PASSAGE FOR HIM!"

"GETTING A CUTIE MARK IS A RITE OF PASSAGE, BUCKING AN APPLE TREE FOR THE FIRST TIME IS A RITE OF PASSAGE. FORCING HIM TO GIVE OVER HIS BODY TO ANY HUSSY WITH BITS TO SPARE AIN'T RIGHT!"

"LISTEN HERE YOUNG LADY! YOU MAY BE SOME HERO OF EQUESTRIA BUT I AM STILL THE HEAD OF THIS FAMILY!"

"THEN DAMN WELL ACT LIKE IT!"

"ENOUGH!!"

The two mares turned to see a very displeased Big Mac.

"You are both acting like foals." He said in a calm but stern voice. "This family has survived through things that could break other ponies because we stood as a family. I refuse to let this be what tears us apart."

He turned to his sister.

"Applejack, I appreciate what you're trying to do but how about we take a moment and face facts? I am a consenting adult that isn't in any sort of relationship. This ain't a death sentence and acting like this is somehow beneath me is dishonouring the stallions that came before me."

He then turned to his Granny.

"Granny, I get that you want to uphold the family legacy but remember, those stallions were also your father, your husband and your son. They poured their heart and soul into this farm and this family. How do you think they'd feel about you acting like the mares of this town had some Celestia given right to our bodies?"

Granny Smith showed genuine remorse as realisation struck.

"Now thankfully Applebloom wasn't here to see this shameful display." Big Mac said. "So this is how this is going to. I will get my stud licence but I when I've had enough of being a stud..." he gave both mares a meaningful look. "...and it will be me deciding, no one else, I will retire and that will be the last we ever speak of it. Have I made myself clear?" Both mares nodded. "Good,  now you two hug and make up." 





Luckily the tension had lightened by the time Applebloom returned from her sleep over so none of the family was stuck having a conversation with the young filly they weren't ready for.

Big Mac released the hug. "Come on, days a wasting. Don't forget, you've got brunch with your friends at Twilight's castle."

The two then headed out. One to go to town and the other to get the morning chores done.





The large stallion entered the town, the knot in his stomach growing as he approached City Hall. Despite his firm stance to go ahead with this, he was a lot more apprehensive about this than what he had been after his 'pep talk' with Cheerilee. Though truth be told sex with Cheerilee tended to make it easier for him to see the glass as half full.

Now, left with time to stew before things became official, doubts were starting to creep back in. It was one of the other reasons for him deciding on a shirt and tie, maybe the change in what he normally wore would mean ponies wouldn't recognise him. They would just think it was some other bright red, blonde haired stallion of above average size and build.

Yes, his logic was flawed but what it lacked in common sense, it made up for with a stubborn refusal of reality.

Big Mac sighed. There was nothing for it, he said he was going to get registered and he was stallion of his word. Still, he wouldn't have minded a brief distraction from the thoughts swirling through his head.

"Did someone say 'distraction'?!"

Big Mac ground to a halt as he came face to face with Ponyville's perpetually positive party pony, Pinkie Pie.

"Er...nope." he replied.

"Well shoot. I just got the party cannon tuned up and I wanted to test it. Oh well." She packed away said cannon. "So what brings you to town?"

Big Mac hesitated, he didn't like lying to ponies, especially since this would soon be public knowledge. It's just that he really wasn't sure if he was ready for Pinkie to know. So he decided on a compromise. "I need to head to City Hall and fill out a SL491 form." That was the official name of the form he had to fill out to get registered.

"Oh," She replied. "Well you better going, Town Hall gets crowded later on."

"Thanks for the tip. See ya later."

As Big Mac left, Pinkie stood there thoughtfully. "SL491...SL491...why does that sound so familiar." She then snapped her fingers in realisation. "Of course, that's the form you fill out for a stud licence."

Happy with that mystery solved, she started to head towards Sugar Cube Corner but then stopped and gasped.

"OH MY GOSH!" She raced over to a flyer she had just noticed. "TWO FOR ONE SALE ON SCENTED CANDLES!!! GUMMY WILL LOVE THAT!!!"

She then disappeared in a cloud of dust and confetti.





Big Mac entered City Hall and headed straight for the information desk, sitting there was Tadwell. A brown stallion with thick glasses, buck teeth and a blue bowtie. 

"Welcome to Ponyville City Hall." Tadwell said cheerfully. "How may I be of service?"

"Hi, I need to fill out a SL491 form." The apple farmer explained. 

"SL491?...Oh! You want to register for a...grk!"

Big Mac clamped a hand over Tadwell's mouth to silence the clerk.

"You finish that sentence and I finish you." He warned. "Now you are going to go get the form for me to fill out and you're only going to refer to it as a SL491. Are we clear?"

Tadwell nodded furiously. Big Mac released his grip and let the smaller stallion run off to get the necessary form. 

The red stallion waited patiently when he heard footsteps he looked up and saw the mayor approaching.

"Hello McIntosh." She said cheerfully. "Tadwell informs me that you're here to fill out a SL491."

"Eeyup." 

"Wonderful, if you would like to come with me we can get everything sorted in my office."

"Your office?"

"There are some questions I need to ask you regarding this and I assume that you would rather this conversation be kept quiet for the time being."

Big Mac smiled gratefully. "Thank you."

"My pleasure, now if you would follow me."

She lead the way with Big Mac following closely behind, more than a little part of him enjoying the view.

Big Mac had to admit that for a mature mare, the mayor looked fantastic.

A green business skirt hugged her shapely hips and behind. Not enough to look promiscuous but enough that you could tell she still had a great figure. Topping it off was a white blouse with a cravat that managed to help her look professional but also draw attention to her ample bosom. 

Simply put she looked like she could rock your world and run it equally well.

They arrived at her office. As she let him in she paused to tell her personal assistant that she wasn't to be disturbed.

"I don't want to be taking up your time." Big Mac said.

"Not at all," the mayor replied. "In fact you're a welcome distraction." She pulled out some forms from a nearby filing cabinet. "Now to the matter at hand."

Filling out the form was fairly straightforward. It asked the usual contact information but also covered the stuff like when was the last time he was tested and whether he had any medical conditions that could impair his work. She also did explain the need for discretion regarding his clientele. Big Mac was never one to kiss and tell but he respected that it was a part of the disclaimer that had to be covered.

Finally they came to a pivotal part of the registration process.

"So were you planning on going private or being a government run stud?"

"Government." Over the weekend, Big Mac done some research into both options. Being private meant that everything he made from this would go into his own pocket but then he would have to sort everything out himself. Working for the crown meant that 40% of his earnings went back to the crown and there would be a cap to what he could charge for his services. However, working for the government meant that they would handle all the logistical, administrative and legal aspects of the job. Plus he would receive a modest salary on top as well as be allowed to keep any 'tips' he made so long as he declared it on his taxes. So while not as potentially lucrative as being privately run, it was a lot more stable. "If you're willing to hire me." he added.

The mayor's smile widened. "Absolutely." She pulled out another form. "I will just need to fill this out as well."

Big Mac looked it over and saw that it was mainly covering the types of 'services' he was willing to provide his customers. Some were straightforward, some he hoped to high heaven were just there to be thorough and not because someone in town actually requested it. He finished filling it out before handing it back to the mayor. She looked through it and once she was satisfied that everything appeared to right she returned her attention to the stallion.

"Ok so before we make this official let me be clear about something. I ride my employees hard." the mayor explained. "As the mayor it is my job act jovial and welcoming to the public but it's also my job to get things done. I have been called strict by my employees in the past and quite rightly so but that is because I am holding them to a standard I believe they're capable of. That will include you." She stood back up and walked over to Big Mac with an outstretched hand. "Think you can handle it."

Big Mac stood up and took the hand. "I'll try my best."

"Wonderful. Now you'll receive a formal contract by the end of tomorrow which you can get looked over before signing. Once these forms are processed your stud licence will be posted to you in the next few days. Any questions?"

Big Mac rubbed his chin thoughtfully before answering.

"Nope."

"Good...now strip."

Big Mac blinked for a moment.

"So when you were saying were going to ride me hard, you actually meant..."

Big Mac was cut off by the mayor grabbing his tie said pulling him down to eye level.

"The question session is over." She said icily. "Strip!"

Taken aback by this sudden change in demeanour, Big Mac complied. He undid his tie and shirt before casting them aside. He then took off his shoes, socks and pants. The mayor meanwhile got comfortable sitting on her desk, nibbling one of the ends her glasses as she enjoyed the show. When he got to his underpants he paused. The mayor raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to stop. Taking the hint, he took a deep breath and pulled them down in one single motion.

So there he was, completely naked in front of the mayor of Ponyville. Definitely not how he normally spent his Mondays. 

Without a word the mayor stood back up and starting circle Big Mac, taking the time to drink in every part of the nude stallion. Big Mac's first instinct was to cover his front with his hands but he realised that by this point it wouldn't probably hurt his dignity instead of help it. So instead he decided to just own his state of undress though he wasn't quite sure how to feel about the fact that Mac Jr was starting to stir.

So that's something new you've learnt about yourself today

Once she finished circling she pressed her body against him. Suddenly most of Big Mac's higher thought processes shut down as his full focus went to the soft chest press against his own. 

"Here is rule number one of being one of my studs." She reached around, using both hands to grope his butt cheeks and then squeeze them as if to test how firm they are. "This magnificent piece of ass and everything attached to it belongs to me. Sure I may let you rent it out to some of the mares in town but don't forget who owns it. Are we clear?"

Mac's survival instincts told him that right now the best path was the one of least resistance.

"Eeyueeeeep!" His normal response was cut short by the mayor swinging hand back to the front, grabbing his balls and squeezing.

"You will speak to me clearly and respectfully or not at all." She warned. "Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." 

She lighten the pressure on his balls but didn't release them. Instead she started massaging them.

"You see Mac, I've learned the value of a firm hand." She said, pretending to be oblivious to what she was doing with her hand. "Not to purposely hurt those under me but to remind them who's in charge."

Big Mac started to pant slightly. She finally stopped in her ministrations and took a firm hold of his shaft.

"So Mac, who's in charge here?"

"You are Ma'am,"

"Very good Mac, and do you what happens to good studs that know their place?"

"No Ma'am."

There was a sharp intake of breath as the mayor shifted to a better angle and started to pump his cock.

"They get rewarded."

Mac was completely at the mercy of the mayor as she continued to work his shaft. Her breasts now pressed against his back and side as her hand skillfully went up and down his cock. He start to groan as the pleasure built up.

"So Mac," the mayor asked in a husky tone. "Do you like being rewarded?"

"Yes." 

"Are you going to be good stud?"

"Yeess."

"Are going to make your owner proud?"

"Yeeeesssssss" Big Mac was so close.

"And who is your owner?"

"Yooooouuuuuuuu."

Just as he was about to hit his limit, she stopped.

She let go of him and circle back to the front of Big Mac, a look of satisfaction in her eyes, both at the stallion's answer and at the look dismay on his face.

"That was very good Mac," She then grabbed his chin. "But you don't get to finish until you've earned it."

She released Big Mac and sauntered back to her desk. With a wink, she kicked off her shoes and slowly unzipped her skirt before letting it fall to the ground, revealing a black garter belt as well as matching lace panties. She then leaned against the desk as her skillful hands undid the clasps of the garter belt and then ever so slowly she started to remove her panties. Once they were part way down she bent forward to complete the journey. She finally stood back up, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy in all it's glory. 

She sat back down on the desk, keeping her legs spread. She then beckon him closer with a finger. Big Mac came closer until his approach was stopped by the mayor's outstretched palm.

"On your knees." She ordered.

Big Mac complied, resulting in him being face to face with her rosie center. It didn't take a mind reader to know what she had in mind but she cleared any doubt by grabbing the back of his head and pulling his face into her core.

"Get to work."

Big Mac eagerly complied. He kissed, licked and sucked all over the pussy. The mayor mewled in pleasure as Big Mac continued his ministrations. It then turned into a squeal as he shifted his attention to her clit.

She leaned back and closed her eyes as she let herself savour the satisfaction of having a handsome stallion eating her out. Finally and with more than a little reluctance she push Big Macs head away.

"As much as I'd like to keep you down there we don't have the time. Up."

The stallion complied, his member standing to attention, having a face full of the mayor's pussy had done nothing to ease the erection that her early actions had brought on. The mayor reached over and to the top drawer of her desk. When she sat back up she was holding a condom.

"Can't have you making a mess." She explained as her talented fingers applied the condom. "Now, fuck me like a stallion."

She was a little surprised when Big Mac hold of her hips and lifted her slightly to move her pussy into position.

"I plan to." He growled. 

He then thrust into her with in one fluid motion. The mare gasped out in joy at the sensation of being so completely filled. Big Mac then pull out almost completely before thrusting back into her. He repeated the process several times, each time getting faster. 

As much as he would have liked to pound her like a jackhammer, once he found a good rhythm he stayed there. He was loving how it felt having his dick buried into her warm centre.

The mayor meanwhile was practically swimming in sensations. Their earlier fun meant that she was good and ready by the time Big Mac penetrated her that it wasn't taking much to get her close. In fact it wasn't long until she started to get close. After five more minutes she arched her back and orgasmed.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

As she came down from the natural high she lay back down on the desk. It took a moment for her pleasure addled brain to realise that Big Mac was still thrusting into her. He wasn't finished yet and he didn't plan on stopping unless she asked him to.

The mayor however made no indication wanting him to stop. Infact, aside from her saying 'yes' over and over, she was borderline incoherent. Her pussy was now hyper sensitive after her first orgasm that she was no longer swimming in the sensation, she was drowning in it.

"YesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesYEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

Her inner walls contracting on his cock as she reached her second orgasm was enough to finally push him over the edge. He gave one last thrust then came, filling the condom with his seed. 

The two rode that final high together. As the two came down, Big Mac pulled his softening member out of the mayor. Being mindfull of what she had said about making a mess, he removed the full condom, tied the end closed with a knot and dropped into a nearby waste basket. The mayor then let out a happy sigh.

"It's true what they say," she commented. "Apples really are good for you."

Big Mac rolled his eyes but didn't respond. Instead he sat down on a near by chair to rest a little.

"Hey Mac."

He looked up and was blinded by camera flash.

"Sorry," The mayor said as she put the camera down. "I forgot we needed a photo for the your stud licence. Don't worry it will just be from the neck up." 

When she started to put her panties back on and reclasp her stockings, Big Mac started to get dressed as well. She finished getting dressed well before Mac so while he was putting on the last of his clothes, she went over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a small wooden. As Big Mac finished buttoning his shirt she clear her throat to get his attention.

"You won't be able to get to work until you get the licence and sign the contract but you might as well get your stud ring fitted." 

She opened the box to reveal some simple looking silver rings and a small wooden stamp.

Once upon a time studs would wear an ear tag to signify their profession, nowadays stallions that were studs advertised themselves such by wearing a pinkie ring. If he was a private stud he would just get one of his own, however as he was going to be working for the crown he needed an official one.

"It is customary for a stud ring to be worn on the pinkie of the stud's dominant hand." The mayor explained. "That way it's prominant without obstructing one of the 'business' fingers." She placed the box down and removed a single ring as well as the stamp. "If you would."

Big Mac held out his right hand. As the mayor placed the ring on his pinkie, he couldn't but notice that it was a few sizes too big. He was about to ask if she had any in smaller sizes but stopped when she touch the ring with the stamp. The ring shrunk down until it was the perfect size for his finger and the previously blank face morphed into the ponyville coat of arms.

"Neat trick."

"Yes, they are quite impressive." She put away the box and picked up Big Mac's discarded tie and handed it to him. "I'll let you know if there are any issues with getting the contract or the licence sorted."

Big Mac looked at the tie and decided to just pocket it instead of putting it on.

"Thanks, you have a good day."

"Thanks to you I shall." She replied with a wink.

Big Mac decided now was probably a good time to get out of there. He started to leave but then jerked to a stop as the mayor pulled him back by the base of his tail.

"Just another heads up," she said. "As my employee you will receive regular performance reviews and if there is room to improve you can expect some rigorous training."

She planted a kiss on Big Mac's cheek.

"Welcome aboard Mac, I think you'll be wonderful addition to my staff."

She then sent him on his way with a playful smack on the butt.

As he left the office he noticed the personal assistant was still sitting at his desk, going through some paperwork. Said assistant didn't look up or even verbally acknowledge him. Instead he just pushed a bowl of mints towards him.

Big Mac stared at the bowl but in the end took one.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," the assistant replied.

As Big Mac walked down the hall he paused to look down at the ring he was wearing. It was official. Big Mac was now a stud. As he processed that fact a faint smile appeared on his face.

There were certainly worse ways he could be spending his time.





Back the assistant's desk the mayor appeared and gave the assistant her camera.

"I have photo here that needs to be developed." She stated. "I need a cropped version for Mr Apple's application and a full sized copy for my private collection."

"Understood ma'am."
> Ruminating
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

"So then Flitter is all like the 'I don't think these are snow clouds'."

Rainbow's friends chuckled at her joke. All except for Applejack who seem to be off in her own world ideally twirling her tea cup.

"Hey AJ, you alright?" Rainbow asked. "You seem a little out of it."

"Yeah I'm fine," Applejack replied. "Just had a full on weekend due to a logistics change at the farm."

"Well that's a relief," Pinkie stated. "I was worried that you were bummed out about Big Mac getting a stud licence."

The room went silent as everyone stared at the party mare. 

"How the hay do you know that?" Applejack demanded.

"I ran into him this morning and he said he was going to go fill out an SL491 form at town hall."

"How do you know that's what you fill out to get a stud licence?" Twilight asked.

"I helped out the Mayor with the filing at town hall so I know what most of the forms are for. The real question is how I know what the hypothalamus is." She then staged whispered to Rarity. "It's a part of your brain."

"Rewind this a bit." Rainbow Dash interjected. "You're brother is going to market?"

"Don't call it that." Applejack snapped. "But yes, Big Mac's gone to a get a stud licence. Before anyone asks the farm's doing fine." Her five friends visibly relaxed at that last part. "Granny Smith just got a bee in her bonnet over Big Mac following the family tradition of getting a stud licence."  

"Well I'm glad to hear the farm is alright but this certainly is a surprise."

"It's aggravating is what it is," Applejack grumbled. "It's bad enough that most mares in town stare at him as if he's the last slice of cake at Sugar Cube Corner but now they'll be allowed to have their way with him. I'm just glad none of you are into my brother like that."

Applejack noticed that the room had gone silent again.

"Wait none of you are attracted to my brother, are you?"

Twilight rubbed the back of her head nervously before deciding on a diplomatic approach. "Well you see, from a strictly biological stand point, your brother has certain features that mares are likely to find desirable when searching for a potential mating partner."

Applejack stared blankly for a moment. "What?" 

"You're brother is hot as hell." Rainbow Dash said bluntly. When she saw everyone staring, she added. "What? we were all thinking it."

No one responded but the lack of denial to Rainbow Dash's statement spoke volumes. 

"I don't believe it, ya'll are lusting after my brother."

"We're not 'lusting' after your brother." Rarity replied. "Although I must confess that when he was fixing my fence and decided to take his shirt off it did make focusing on my work a tad more difficult."

"Or that time he was unloading hay bales in the town square." Rainbow Dash added. "Half the weather ponies got stuck in a holding pattern until he finished."

"Why the hay are you looking at my brother like that, Dash?" Applejack asked. "Ain't you and Pinkie Pie got a thing going on?"

"No we don't have a thing." Rainbow Dash snapped. "Honestly, I let Pinkie lick cake frosting out of my crotch one time and suddenly everyone thinks we have a thing going on."

"It wasn't just one time," Pinkie said with a sly grin.

"Zip it!" The blue pony said before returning her attention to Applejack. "The point is that Big Mac is sexy and available. I mean the only other stud in town is Bulk Biceps and you can tell from his wing span he's not carrying heavy equipment."

"Rainbow that is completely uncalled for." Twilight scolded. 

"Absolutely, wingspan in no way indicates penis size," Fluttershy added. "Even if it did why does it matter? A stallion's ability to pleasure a mare is not reliant on how big their dick is, in fact, an overly large tool could actually be painful. And if it is so small that it can't provide enough stimulation you use other techniques like fingering, oral and toys." She noticed the rest were staying. "What? I'm shy, not repressed."

"She's right though," Pinkie stated. "I mean lesbian couples can have active sex lives and they don't even have dicks...that we know off...huh." She turned to Twilight. "Hey Twilight, would you still call it a lesbian couple if one of the mares secretly had a dick?"

The princess paused for a moment. "I assume so. I mean gender identity and sexual orientation are two separate things. If a pony identifies themselves as a mare despite having male genitalia then it stands to reason that if she was in a relationship with another mare then it would be considered a lesbian relationship."

"I've got to go take a leak," Applejack stated abruptly before standing up and leaving.

Pinkie chose to continue her questioning.

"So then would it still be considered a 'straight' relationship if the 'stallion' in the relationship didn't have a dick?"

"Of course it would," Rainbow replied. "I mean look at Cadence and Shining Armour."

Rainbow was promptly blindsided by a levitating book.





Applejack was washing her hands in the sink, grumbling to herself.

"Uh...Applejack." The farmer looked up from the sink to see Fluttershy standing there. "Are you ok?"

"Oh I'm just dandy," Applejack replied. "What mare wouldn't love finding out that her best friends secretly want to bone her brother."

"Now Applejack that is not fair." Fluttershy scolded in a motherly tone. "You asked us a question and we answered truthfully."

"Yeah well some truths are harder to hear than others, I mean how would you feel if we talked like that about your brother?"

Fluttershy simply raised an eyebrow.

"Alright, bad example," Applejack admitted. "But you know what I mean."

"Yes I do, but what we were stating was simple biological attraction." The yellow mare replied. "Can you honestly say there's no pony you're attracted to or have fantasised about."

Applejack paused thoughtfully. 





Applejack was in lying in her bed. It was night time and the only light in the room was from a nearby lamp. In her hand was a sports magazine. It was a swimsuit edition featuring some prominent members of the Wonderbolts. She had it open on a full page picture of Soarin in a tight green speedo.

Meanwhile, her other hand was under the sheets. Her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy as she fantasised about what it would be like if Soarin was actually there.

Slowly stripping and letting her run her hands over his taut body.

Undressing her while planting kisses on the parts of her body he was gaining access to.

Kissing him fully before pushing him onto the bed. 

Sensually crawling up his body.

Pulling down the briefs to reveal his hardening member.

Straddling him as she lined up his hard cock with her hot member.

Applejack let out a guttural moan as her back arched slightly. She was so damn close.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Her ministrations stopped when she was interrupted by a loud banging on the wall.

"Damn it AJ! Some of us are trying to sleep!" Big Mac's voice called through the wall. "If you're gonna do that, go to the barn like the rest of us."

Applejack grumbled as she got out of bed.

"No more privacy than a fricking goldfish."





"Okay, I get your point." Applejack conceded. "It's not the attraction that bothers me. If one of you wanted to date my brother I would be more than happy with it. But the idea of ponies just using him for sex bothers me."

Fluttershy tilted her head. "Using him? He is a consenting adult providing a service. If you feel that Granny Smith is pressuring him into doing something he is uncomfortable with then the fault lies with her but that has nothing to do with anypony else. And it's not like he's becoming someone's sex slave. Even as a stud Big Mac reserves the right to refuse a transaction he doesn't agree with. If the problem is that you're uncomfortable with the idea of ponies having consensual but no strings attached sex with your brother that is your problem, not theirs."

Applejack stared at Fluttershy for a moment.

"You may have a point there, sugar cube. Sorry I snapped at you."  

"It's alright," Fluttershy assured. "I understand that this will be an adjustment. But if it makes you feel better I'm not interested in hiring your brother."

"Okay then."

"Yeah I'm happy sticking with Bulk Biceps," The yellow mare explained. "He knows what I like and is really good with his tongue."

Applejack blinked at Fluttershy as the two started to walk back.

"You know, I'm not sure what to think of this new side to you."

Fluttershy shrugged. "Again, that's your problem, not mine."

The two mares made it to the back the main hall. 

"Darling, you're back." Rarity stated. "We wanted to apologise for some of our previous statements regarding your brother. It was unbelievably crass and insensitive of us."

Applejack paused, and after glancing at Fluttershy turned back to her friends. "You know what? It's fine, I would rather you be honest with me."

"Just the same. Know that we value your friendship over any attraction we feel for Big Mac." Twilight said. "I would never jeopardise that just to solicit your brother."

"Yeah, that would be pretty uncool." Rainbow Dash admitted.

"I certainly wouldn't risk our friendship or the cohesion of the Ponytones." Rarity said.

"Even if we weren't friends I wouldn't go there," Pinkie stated. "It would be too awkward."

"Because there's a chance you two might be related?" Applejack asked. 

Pinkie was silent for an uncharacteristically long time.

"Yes." She finally replied. "That is the reason and nothing else." 





By the time Applejack finished brunch she ran into Big Mac on the road back to the farm. 

"Hey, Big Mac." She said. "Get everything sorted at City Hall?"

"Eeyup." Big Mac held up his hand to reveal the pinkie ring he was wearing as proof. "The actual licence will be posted out to me."

"And how are you feeling about this?"

Big Mac paused thoughtfully. "Pretty okay, actually."

Applejack gave him a reassuring pat on the arm. "Then that's all that matters."

Big Mac smiled at her, understanding the hidden meaning behind her words. "Thanks sis."

"No problem. So have you thought about where you're gonna set up shop?"

"Excuse me?"

"Hey, I may still need some time getting used to the idea but if you're gonna be doing this, you might as well do it right," Applejack replied. "Not all the mares are gonna want you doing them at their place so you will need to have a bed of your own to offer."

The red stallion shrugged. "To be honest I hadn't thought that far."

"Well I suggest you get to work on that. You can't exactly be like Grandpa and just rut the poor mares on that old stump in the west field."

"Now now AJ, be respectful." Big Mac said with a good-natured grin. "That stump carries a long tradition of use." 

"It carries splinters, that's what it does." 

Big Mac didn't respond to that but the two siblings shared a brief chuckle as they walked in comfortable silence. After a short while Applejack was the one to break the silence.

"Hey Big Mac, this kind of a random topic but is there any reason things between you and Pinkie Pie could be awkward?"

Big Mac paused.





Big Mac was in a field surveying his surroundings. The barn raising just been interrupt by an unexpected flock of Pinkie Pies. After said flock ran off  Applejack went to town to get help from her friends. Big Mac meanwhile was sent to try and track the Pinkies down. As he was walking through some tall grass a wild Pinkie Pie appeared.

"Are you a clone or the original?"

The Pinkie skipped in spot repeating the phrase. "Funfunfunfun..."

"That doesn't really help me."

The Pinkie then seemed to notice Big Mac for the first time. "Fun?"

"Errr..."

She closed the distance and start running her hands up and down the front of Big Mac's shirt. "Fuuunnn."

Seeing the warning signs, Big Mac took a big step backwards. "You know what's fun? Hide and seek! You go hide and I'll come looking for you after I finish counting to a billion."

Undeterred the Pinkie closed the distance and pressed herself against him. He would have taken another step back but the Pinkie prevented by reach round and getting a firm grip of his butt with both hands. That combined with the soft breasts pressing against him was making escape a touch more difficult. 

It became increasingly difficult when he felt another pair of breasts pressed against his back. He glanced look back and saw that it was another Pinkie Pie. He then noticed a Pinkie to his left and a Pinkie to his right. It was an ambush.

"Clever girl," he muttered.

While the Pinkies manically repeated the word 'fun', they got to work creating some fun. The Pinkie at Big Mac's back at first seems content sticking her hands up his shirt but soon she grew tired of that and reached down and started kneading his bulge. He would have tried to stop her but the Pinkies to either side had captured his hands. One hand was being rubbed against a Pinkie's breast while the other one was had been put between a Pinkies legs.

The Pinkies then started trying to pull Big Mac down the ground. Knowing what would happen he refused to budge despite the Pinkies efforts. Though valiant, his rebellion was crushed when a previously unseen Pinkie came in at a running start and dive bombed him crotch first into his face.

The force of the impact and the shock of Pinkie's naked pussy in his face was enough to topple the mighty stallion. While the grass softened his fall, the Pinkies soon had him pinned. The pussy continued grinding into his face while both of his hands seemed to have found their way into some warm openings of their own. He felt the weight of a pinkie pinning down his chest and a tugging at his pants told him what the last Pinkie that he knew of was up to. Fortunately, the Pinkies seemed unclear of how buttons and zippers worked. Unfortunately, they seemed to be learning as soon he heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

Mother of mercy, is this the end of Big Mac?

"GET OFF HIM!!!"

At that, the Pinkies stopped what they were doing and started to scurry off. When he got his bearings again he noticed Pinkie Pie standing nearby and brandishing a big stick.

"GET OUT OF HERE YOU HORNY HOOLIGANS!"

She looked down and saw the expression Big Mac had on his face. It was not exactly angry but it wasn't exactly relieved either.

"Hey Big Mac, sorry about that." She said nervously. "You okay?"

"Eeyup."

"Never speak of this again?"

"Eeyup."





"Well, she did put pictures of my butt in her scrapbook that one time." Big Mac finally responded.

"Oh yeah," Applejack stated in recollection. "That was weird."

"Eeyup." 
> Ending an Awkward Day with a Bang 
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was Friday morning, Big Mac was sitting at the breakfast table, reading through the mail as he was waiting for the water to boil so he could have his morning coffee. Big Mac had the day off today so he had treated himself to a lie in. Applebloom had gone on a camp with the rest of her class, Granny Smith had gone to town to meet up with some friends and Applejack was busy checking on the vampire fruit bat sanctuary with Fluttershy.

He came to the last letter. This one was addressed specifically to him and was from City Hall. He opened it up to reveal a card with his face on it. It was his official stud licence. While the ring he now wore helped to advertise that he was a stud, he was expected to carry the card and present it if required to prove that he was licenced and to show if he wasgovernment run or working privately. 

He stared at the card for a moment. It was funny, after all the effort that had gone into avoiding it, he sort of expected a little more fanfare when he finally got his licence.

"HI YA BIG MAC!" Pinkie exclaimed as she burst into the kitchen.

Sweet Celestia's backside, he had been joking.

"So Big Mac I just had a really great idea," Pinkie said excitedly. "Now that you officially have your stud license, you should start doing singing bangograms."

"How the heck did you already know I got my licence?" Big Mac demanded until the rest of what she had said registered. "What do you mean, 'singing bangograms'?"

"I mean like a regular bangogram except you sing."

"Pinkie, there's no such thing as a bangogram."

"Sure there is, I mean, what else would you call being paid to go to somepony's house and have sex with them?"

"Being a stud?" Big Mac offered. 

"Well I think bangogram sounds better. And making it a singing bangogram would be even better." Pinkie stated. "I even came up with a first draft of the song."

"What?"

On cue, Pinkie started singing.

 This is your singing bangogram 
 I hope it finds you well  
 I brought you my big penis 
 'Cause it's really really swell 

 You are feeling horny  
 So to help alleviate  
The itch you just can't scratch  
 I think it's time to fornicate. 

 There will be lots of shagging  
On the bed or on the rug  
And when the pounding's over  
We will cuddle or just hug  

 No need for chains or whips 
 Just my dick will be enough  
 Sex is about being intimate 
Not all that kinky stuff  

I can promise you that once we're done 
That you will feel the best 
So, please, oh please just let me in.  
 And let's both get undressed!  

The party mare refocused her attention to the red farmer.

"So what do you think?"

Big Mac blinked twice. "I think...I need my coffee before I'm ready to deal with this."





After two cups of coffee, Big Mac dealt with Pinkie and had left for town. He didn't have any deliveries to make before his massage but Rarity had asked if he would be able to stop by to take a look at her washing line. Apparently, one of the posts were now crooked after the last time Sweetie Belle had stayed over. Since there was a strong chance that said damage was caused by CMC shenanigans Big Mac thought it was only right that he lend a hand in the repair. 

He would stop by the Carousel Boutique, assess the damage and figure out what needed to be done. Then after his massage, he would go home to get the necessary supplies and tools and then comeback to do the repair. All very simple and straightforward. 

He arrived at the Carousel Boutique and headed straight for the back. He didn't want to disturb Rarity if she was busy with clients. He would inspect the line and then be on his way. As he arrived at the back he realised something was amiss. Both posts of the line were perfectly vertical. He stopped when realisation struck.

"IT'S A TRAP!!"

He tried to make a run for it but was enveloped in blue magic and pulled into the Boutique. When the magic finally faded he found himself against a wall with Rarity blocking his escape path. 

"Hello darling," she said sweetly. "Sorry for the deception but I couldn't risk Applejack getting suspicious."

"Rarity, I know what you're thinking. Are you really sure you want to do this?" Big Mac asked.

"Yes I'm very sure," she replied. "This is going to be so much fun."

Big Mac gulp. "Listen...I don't really...huh?" He stopped what his was saying when he realised she had draped a couple of fabrics over his shoulders.

"You skin tone is fabulous but it means that colour choice is critical." She stated as she swapped out the fabrics with a couple of new ones. "Both black and white look great on you but we don't want to make you look monochrome. Gold looks great on you but too much would be gaudy." She replaced the fabrics again and appeared to be talking more to herself than to Big Mac. "Green would, of course, look good as well but what shade? Too earthy and it will make you look dull. Too vibrant and it will make you look like a Hearths Warming decoration. And we mustn't forget fabric choice. Silk looks good but cotton is more practical. Maybe a cotton blend."

"Uh...Rarity? I take back what I said about knowing what you were thinking," Big Mac said. "Mind cluing me in?"

"Well, I'm helping you to update your wardrobe."

"Update my wardrobe?"

"Well, you can't exactly go out studding dressed like that."

"Why not?" Big Mac asked, sparing a brief glance at the plaid shirt and jeans he was wearing. Sure it wasn't fancy but he still made the effort not to wear anything with holes or stains into town. "I ain't exactly going to stay dressed for very long once we're doing it."

"This isn't about the sex, this is about the overall experience," Rarity said. "Tell me, as a stud, what do you think the main service you will be providing mares?"

"My penis in their vagina?"

"Aside from that."

"Oral?"

"FANTASY!" Rarity snapped. "You are providing mares a fantasy."

"I'm pretty sure I'm meant to charge extra for role playing."

Rarity glared at the stallion. "You're acting obtuse on purpose, aren't you?"

"Quite possibly."

"Look, even when you are not doing a role play, the mares that hire you are still acting out a fantasy. When you are with them, you aren't simply Big Mac the apple farmer, you are whatever stallion they have dreamed you to be. In their minds, they have this idea of what the perfect stallion to bed would be like and it is your job as a stud make yourself as close to that idea as is mortally possible."

"Sounds delusional," Big Mac commented.

"Think of it like an actor on the stage." Rarity explained. "He gets given role that he knows he's not and to some extent the audience knows that too. But fantasy and theatrics aren't about reality, it's about delving into a new realm of possibilities. If the actor is doing his job right, for however long he is on stage the audience will believe that he is who he says he is."

"So you think that studding is like acting?"

"Exactly, which is why it's so important that you dress for the part. Right now the only fantasy you are fulfilling is the brute ready to have his way with the poor mare and the naïve farm boy." Rarity paused. "Actually, that second one doesn't sound so bad. You could play up the innocence. You are new to the big city, unaware of the mares waiting to corrupt you. You are so sweet but nervous around the ladies, blissfully unaware of how badly they want you. The furthest you have ever gone is a chaste kiss your school sweet heart. You are completely unprepared for seductress that has you in her sights, ready to bend you to her erotic will."

"Uh...Rarity?"

"Don't worry, she'll start off gently. Who knows, you might find you like being her plaything."

Seeing the warning signs, Big Mac started snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Abort that train of thought, Rarity. Abort! Abort! Abort!"

Thankfully it seemed to snap the fashionista out of her daydream. "Dreadfully sorry dear, I got slightly off track. Where was I? Oh right, take off your shirt."

Big Mac went back to snapping his fingers at her. "Abort! Abort! Abort!"

"Stop that!" Rarity snapped as she slapped Big Mac's hand away. "I need to take your measurements."

"But you already have my measurements. And you didn't ask me to take my shirt off last time."

"Those measurements were for the Pony Tones outfits. The were made so that we would look good as a unit despite having different body types." Rarity explained. "What I'm designing now are outfits made to make you look good as an individual. To do that my measurements need to be more intimate."

As this conversation was sending off alarm bells in Big Mac's head, he made a bit of a show out of checking the time.

"You know I would love to but I'm already late for an appointment so-" He tried to leave but was pushed back against the wall.

"Your massage appointment at the spa isn't for another 40 minutes," Rarity replied. "I checked. Now you are either taking that shirt off or I'm cutting it off." To prove her point she levitated up a pair of scissors. "It's your choice."

Big Mac grumbled but relented. He knew Rarity was more than willing to make good on her threat. Especially since she had made her dislike of this particular shirt known in the past. Once he was topless, the white mare started at taking measurements. A notepad and pen levitated nearby, seemingly jotting down figures by its own volition. The measurements started innocently enough, shoulders, arm length, biceps and so on. It was was when she start measuring his chests and stomach. Those measurements seemed to take longer and her touches on his bare skin seemed to linger. It possibly was just in his head but when he was certain he had heard her whisper a husky "Oh yes," at least twice, he cleared his throat to get her attention.

"You sure you ain't finished yet?"

"Patience Big Mac!" Rarity replied with a huff as she straightened herself. "You still have plenty of time before your appointment. The more thorough we are now the fewer adjustments we'll need to make later."

"But why go through all this? You thinking of starting a line for stallions too?"

"Yes, I am experimenting with the possibly," Rarity admitted. "But more than that I consider you a friend and as your friend, I want to help you sell yourself better. The humble farmer is fine and admirable but you are now a stud as well." She placed her hands on his chest for emphasis. "This is your product. You wouldn't take second rate apples to the market so why would present less than the very best of yourself."

Big Mac pondered on what Rarity said. Though his contemplation was cut short when he realized she still had her hands on his pectorals and in fact was giving them an experiment squeeze. 

"Be honest, you do weights, don't you?" Rarity inquired. "I know there's a lot of heavy lifting on a farm but these boys are incredibly firm."

Further questioning was stopped when she felt something grabbing her breasts. She looked down and saw it that it was, in fact, Big Mac.

"You have three seconds to remove your hands before I started breaking them." She threatened.

"I'll remove my hands when you remove yours," He shot back.

What resulted next was two minutes of both ponies staring at each and neither removing their hands. Rarity finally broke the silence.

"I believe we are at an impasse."





Fortunately, Rarity and Big Mac were able to resolve their impasse and get the last of the measurements done in time for his appointment. Unfortunately, it meant him having to take his pants off. He was just thankful Rarity didn't design underwear too. It's not that he's self-conscious or uncomfortable with getting naked, it's just that he liked it on his own terms. 

Still, the measurements were done and hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with Rarity until it was time to try on the outfits. Now he just wanted to push all of that out of his mind and focus on enjoying his massage.While he didn't go for full spa treatments the way his sister did, he still saw the value in getting deep tissue massages from time to time. While he enjoyed farm work it was sometimes a strain on his body.

His go to masseuse was Bulk Biceps. While some ponies found him to be overbearing, he was the only masseuse at the Ponyville Spa with strength to work Big Mac's muscles properly. The red stallion was face down on the massage wearing only a towel while Bulk was working his back. Normally this would be happening in amiable silence with the masseuse checking from time to time that Big Mac was okay. This was not one of those times.

Turns out Ponyville bylaws state that studs registered within the town are expected to be notified when a new stud is registered. Fortunately, Bulk was not the territorial sort and happily welcomed Big Mac into the fold. Unfortunately, Bulk had decided to spend the time discussing the tricks of the trade.

"Now some guys think that so long as you are touching the clit that the mare will love it but it's a matter of proper technique." Bulk stated as he focused on a particularly stubborn knot. "Proper foreplay is important to help warm them up before you start messing down there. Stimulating a mare should also involve giving some love to other areas like the vulva." He paused his ministrations when Big Mac let out a groan. "Sorry is that spot too painful?"

"No but this conversation is."

"Come on Big Mac. If you're gonna last as a stud you can't afford to be prudish."

Big Mac rolled onto his back and glared up at Bulk. "It ain't about being prudish. It's just that I came here to get a massage. Not to talk shop."

"Hey now. I don't mind a new stud in town but I want to make sure they know how to treat the mares of Ponyville right," Bulk Biceps responded. "Speaking of which, how's the equipment you're packing." Instead of waiting for a response, Bulk simply ripped off Big Mac's towel. "Whoa, nice!"

Moments later, there was a loud crash heard through most of the spa Aloe rushed into the massage room to see what the cause was. To her surprise she found Big Mac fastening as towel around his waist and Bulk Biceps was thrown through one of the nearby walls.

"Ms Aloe." Big Mac said. "I'd like to lodge a complaint."





"I can not apologise enough, Mr McIntosh. Such behaviour is not to be tolerated here in the spa." Aloe said. "I will have a serious talk to Bulk about this. There will be no charge for this massage and the...er...wall. Also, for next time, here is a coupon for a full service, free of charge."

"Thank you," Big Mac said as he took the coupon.

As he stepped out he ran into Bulk. The two stared at each other awkwardly for a moment.

"So sorry about checking out your junk without asking permission," Bulk said. "That was uncool of me."

Big Mac gave the masseuse a hard look before finally accepting that it was pointless to hold a grudge. "Apology accepted, sorry about throwing you through a wall."

"It's cool. The walls here are like tissue paper for stallions like us." Bulk replied. "Though since we're cool, can I offer you one last bit of studding advice?"

Big Mac resisted the urge to groan. "Fine."

"Check out 'Sugar & Spice' down on Stirrup Street. It's an underwear store that caters to both mares and stallions that's run by Lotus and Aloe's cousin Vera. They offer a discount for studs and they really know how to wrap a 'package'. If you catch my drift."

In case Big Mac hadn't caught his 'drift', Bulk empathised his statement by gesturing to his crotch. The red stallion did a mental 10 count before responding.

"I'll...keep that in mind. See ya next time."

Bulk then watched Big Mac walk off to get dressed. He was shortly joined by both Lotus and Aloe. Neither mare spoke until Big Mac was well out of earshot.

"So...how big is he?"





Big Mac sighed as he sat at one of the tables at sugar cube corner. With the day he had been having so far he had considered ordering a shot of tequila and a sledge hammer between the eyes but instead went with a latte and a double choc muffin. He was just thankful that Pinkie was off running deliveries cause he wasn't sure if he could handle a revised version of her singing bangogram

"Here you go," Mrs Cake stated as she placed the order on the table. "So I hear you've gone on the game. Granny Smith finally wear you down?"

"Eeyup."

"Well, no shame in playing it a little wild side while you're young." She replied. "Mr Cake actually worked nights as a stripper to pay for Baking School. It's actually how I met him. Boy he knew how to get the ladies going. Sometimes he still wears a thong if I ask him nicely enough."

Big Mac could only stare at the mare. Before he could respond, Mr Cake arrived.

"I've put Pound and Pumpkin down for their nap honey bun."

"Oh, you're just in time dear, I was telling Big Mac about your stripper days."

"Ah yes, those were good times." Mr Cake said wistfully. "Plus it helped me graduate debt free."

"Oh! Maybe you should teach him a few of your dance routines," Mrs Cake offered. "He may be studding instead of stripping but ladies still love a stallion that has the moves."

"That is true," Mr Cake conceded. "I could even give him some my old gear. The pants would be a bit short but the thongs should fit if you stretch them."

"Cheerilee and I once bought one of your cakes just to have sex on it." Big Mac replied, stunning both bakers into silence. "Now this conversation can be awkward for everybody involved."





The red farmer left Sugar Cube Corner. Glad to be putting some space between him and the Cakes for the time being.

"Hey! Big Mac!"

Big Mac turned to see Hondo Flanks, retired hoofball star and Rarity's father, approaching him. 

"So I heard on the grapevine that you've taken up a stud licence."

Big Mac's ear started to twitch slightly out of irritation. Was this really the only gossip-worthy news in town at the moment?

Still, it wasn't as if his day could get any more awkward.

"Eeyup."

"That's great cause I want you to come bang my wife."

He stood corrected.





Hondo brought Big Mac to his home. Once the two stallions were seated in the lounge they resumed their conversation.

"I suppose an explanation is an order."

Considering what had been Hondo's idea of an icebreaker, Big Mac wasn't entirely sure what was in order. Still, he chose just to nod polity. 

"It started with my sporting days," the unicorn explained. "Partway through my career, I took a bad tackle. I won't bother you with the specifics but let's just say that the twig to my twig and berries got snapped."

Big Mac winced.

"Exactly," Hondo agreed. "Fortunately for my sporting career, I was able to get back on the field and playing well before the season was over. Unfortunately, it left me unable to have an erection even if I'm properly motivated. Now I know there are procedures that could probably have fixed the issue but at the time they all carried a high risk of leaving me sterile. So you're probably wondering where Rarity and Sweetie Belle came from if I can't get it up. Well, we got them through IVF. Turns out my swimmers work fine, it just the launching tube that is a bust."

"I think you're explaining the wrong details." Big Mac stated.

"Anyway, I had been dating Cookie at the time and even after the accident she stayed with me and not too long after that we got married. Even though we love each other dearly and to this day I think she is the sexiest mare alive, I still can't get it up in order to consummate with her. We worked on alternative means of spicing up our marriage. Oral, toys, watching naughty movies together, sometimes we swap roles," Hondo explained. "You know...she wears a strap on and then-"

"HONDO!" Big Mac interjected. "Could we just get to the point."

Hondo chuckled. "'Point'. I see what you did there."

What Big Mac did was prevent this conversation from being any more mentally scarring than what it already was.

"So long story short, we've been making due," Hondo said. "The problem is that I know my wife. She was always a very sexually active mare. Not insatiable, just highly active. She misses having a stallion rutting her senseless but she loves me too much act on her desires. But seeing as a husband should be able to satisfy his wife I felt this isn't fair to her. So we came to compromise, she would have my blessing to have sex with other stallions so long as we communicated openly about it."

While on some level Big Mac found this admiral, he did not really want to be having this conversation with the father of someone who was both a close family friend and that had him stripped down to his underwear earlier today.

"Now usually we save fun time for when we go on holiday but her birthday is coming up and wanted to give her something special," Hondo stated. "When I heard you were taking on a stud licence, I knew it was meant to be. Not only can I trust you to be discreet about it but let's face it, you are one sexy beast."

Big Mac silently apologised to the universe for whatever he had done to deserve this.

"So what do you say?" Hondo asked. "Are you game?"

By this point, Big Mac was willing to say anything to end this conversation sooner. "Eeyup."

"Great I knew I could count on you." Hondo replied before calling out. "Hey, Cookie! Big Mac said yes."

"How wonderful!" Cookie Crumbles, Hondo's wife, entered the lounge. "Oh you're so good to me."

Hondo stood up to hug and kiss his wife. "Only the best for you sweet stuff."

Cookie chuckled. "Oh stop it. I'll go freshen up and get everything ready."

She gave Big Mac a playful wink before she left the room. 

"You want me to do her now?!"

"Well not right  now," Hondo answered. "She still needs to get ready. Don't worry, Sweetie Belles away on her camp so you'll have all the time you need. Though if you want to do some freshening up of your own before hand, we do have a spare shower."

"I'm fine," Big Mac replied.

The two stallions sat silently for a while until Hondo spoke again.

"So what do you think of the team the Manehatten Majors have out this year?"

Big Mac just stared at the unicorn before giving a shrug. "Their defensive line needs work."

"My thoughts exactly."





At last, Cookie's voice called out. "I'm ready."

"He'll be right up." Hondo called before turning to Big Mac. "Just upstairs, first door on the right. We use the guest bedroom for stuff like this since using the main bedroom could make things a bit awkward." 

Big Mac saw the logic in that but he still found it hard to believe that was what Hondo felt would have made this in entire thing awkward. Hondo meanwhile just stood up gestured to the stairs. 

"Best not to keep her waiting."

"Eeyup." 

Big Mac stood up and turned to head towards the stairs. He then almost jumped out of his skin as Hondo gave him an athletic butt-slap. 

"Go get her champ." The unicorn said in encouragement before sitting down and picking up a newspaper.

Big Mac gapped at Hondo. Rather than confront the moustached stallion he instead and went to the stairs while his mind tried to process the fact that the whole day's events seemed to have come crashing down on him. As he reached the bottom of the stair, he came the conclusion. He was done, he had officially been a stud for less than a day and he was officially done. It's not that he hadn't tried, honestly if one of the elements of harmony had been the element of patience, he would have earned it. He hadn't even gotten to the part of bedding the mare and he was already sick of the whole matter. It hadn't been the worst day of his life, far from it, but if this was what he had to look forward to as a stud then he was going quit while he was behind.

He was going to go up there, apologise to Cookie, go to City Hall to turn in his ring and licence then go home.

With a plan of attack, Big Mac climbed the stairs and made it to the door to the guest room. Ever the gentle colt, he politely knocked and when he heard Cookie call out "Come in" he opened the door and stepped inside. And boy was he not prepared for the sight that greeted him.

Cookie Crumbles was wearing a lavender negligee. She sat at the foot of the bed, legs crossed seductively in a way that could make Big Mac truly appreciate how the negligee stopped at her mid-thigh. It hugged her form enough to give a hint of what lied beneath but was loose enough that it still left enough as a suppress. Meanwhile, the top dipped down, enticingly giving Big Mac a glimpse of the full breasts hidden beneath. 

Cookie was a mare whose body could be described in a number of ways, curvy, plump, full-bodied, well-rounded, but in this moment there was only one way Big Mac could describe the mare in front of him. 

Sexy as all hell.

"There you are," Cookie said. "You know it's not polite to keep a lady waiting."

On further deliberation, Big Mac decided that it would be needlessly hasty to give up on being a stud without actually studding at least once. Faulty information gathering inevitably leads to faulty decisions being made. So in the interest of making an informed decision, a fact-finding mission was in order.

"Terribly sorry," Big Mac replied. "Hopefully I can make it up to you."

Cookie was silent for a moment, seemingly taking the time to size up the stallion. Finally, she stood up, her hips swaying sensually with each step as she closed the distance. 

"You know, I think you just might just be able to."

Taking the hint, Big Mac started to reach for buttons of his shirt.

"No," Cookie said, stopping the stallion's actions. "I like to unwrap my presents myself."

Not one to deny a lady, Big Mac let his hand fall to his side Cookie got to work unbuttoning his shirt. Her dexterous fingers made short work of buttons then she slowly opened the shirt. She let out a soft coo of joy when she saw the chest and abs that had been hidden beneath it. Once the shirt was gone, she ran her hands over his chest and stomach. Gently pushing and squeezing at times to test the firmness.

"Oh you are simply delicious,” she commented.

As if to prove her point, Cookie went in for a taste. She peppered neckline with kisses, licks and the occasional nibble. She descended to the collarbone before she made it to his chest. Once there, she decided to mix up her strategy. Opting to go for long licks across his pecks. At last, her tongue grazed across one of his nipples before she decided to zero in on the hardening little bud. She teased it with a few more quick licks before closing her her lips around it, alternating between sucking on the nipple and swirling her tongue around it.

Big Mac’s mind meanwhile was just trying to process the new sensations. It honestly was a first for him having the mare play with his nipples instead of the other way round. 

When Cookie got bored with the nipple she had been playing with, she started to lick along his chest until she found her way to the other nipple and repeated the process. Her being a head shorter than Big Mac meant she play to her heart’s content without worrying about neck strain. But eventually, she got bored with that nipple as well. She released it from her mouth and looked up at the red stallion. 

She looked at him through sultry eyes and grab the back of his head before pulling him in for a deep kiss. As their tongues started to get personally acquainted he decided that he was done with being a passive participant. He reached round and ran both hands up the back of her thighs. Getting no indication to stop, he brought his hands slowly upwards, raising the hem of the negligee slightly until finally, he was able to grasp both butt cheeks and squeeze them.

While some part of his mind noted that Cookie didn’t have any panties on underneath the negligee, what he was more focused on how soft and pliable the cheeks felt in his hands and how they were certainly more than a hand full.

Cookie broke the kiss to let out a husky chuckle.

“Eager little colt, aren’t you?”

Big Mac raised an eyebrow before using his hold on the mare to pull her in closer. He kneaded the supple flesh as she was soon pressed against him. Her mouth opened slightly as even through the jeans he was wearing she could feel a very noticeable bulge forming in a certain part. The stallion smirked at her reaction.

“I ain’t that little.“ He replied.

“I guess not,” She said as she, very reluctantly, pulled away from the stallion. “But that reminds me that I haven’t finished unwrapping my present.

Taking the hint, Big Mac released his hold on Cookie, also very reluctantly. She grabbed the front of his waistband and lead him to the foot of the bed. The stallion took a moment to kick off his shoes. Once more she sat down but now with the red stallion standing right in front of him. Though she did get sidetracked, making use of the improved vantage point to show affection to his wonderful abs, she did soon get to work on her main objective.

The belt and the buttons of the jeans offered no resistance. She pulled down the zipper slowly and deliberately. She then pulled them down until all that stood between her and her prize was a pair of black briefs.

“Guess I owe Carrot Top five bits.” She muttered.

Instead of dwelling on that she returned to the matter in hand. Or soon to be in hand, as it were. As she pulled the underwear down, Big Mac’s cock sprang a free and stood to attention. 

"Very nice." She as slow stroked the firm member.

"Glad you approve." Big Mac reached downed and tugged meaningfully at one of the straps to the negligee. "Though when does my present get unwrapped?"

Cookie chuckled but still acquiesced. She rolled the straps off her shoulders and brought to down the top of her. Her boobs flowed out in celebration at the sudden freedom. Even from this angle, Big Mac could appreciate the size and natural curve to them. He appreciated them even more when Cookie sandwiched his dick between them. She stood up, letting the negligee fall to the ground as she slowly slid her breasts up Big Macs body. When she was standing upright, she was still pressed hard against him, his dick poking into her lower stomach.

Without a further word, she climbed on the to bed and lay down with her body open and her legs spread. Big Mac knew what she was after and was happy to oblige.  But he had something to take care of first. After all, turnabout was fair play and besides, it would be rude not pay his respects to a pair of breasts as big and beautiful as hers. He climbed on the bed and slowly worked his way up her body, stopping to apply kisses to areas like her thighs and belly. Finally, he descended upon the breasts, displaying great affection as his kissed and licked along the soft mounds. Cookie was letting out soft moans of pleasure as Big Mac soon latched onto one of her nipples. Once done with one he moved onto the other one. Finally, once he felt he had paid enough respect, he made to eye level with Cookie.

"You know what I want." She said huskily. 

Indeed he did and he wanted it too. He lined his member up with her hot entrance. He entered her in one smooth movement. He tried a few slow deliberate thrusts. He loved the feel of Cookie's pussy around his cock but decided that he could do a little better than simply missionary. Whilst remaining engaged with Cookie, he used his strength to lift her hips as he entered kneeling position, reaching an arm under her to help keep her in place, the hips being raised off the bed causing her back arch slightly. This all took Cookie by surprise, she couldn't remember the last time she had been lifted during sex, even partially. Though when he started thrusting again, the new angle meant he was hitting new parts as well as be able to thrust harder and a deeper. Big Mac slowly increased the speed of the thrusts until he found a tempo he liked and stayed there.

Cookie moaned in pleasure. This position meant that all she could do was lie there and take it but she didn't care because it felt amazing. Big Mac meanwhile was loved the look pleasure on her face and the way her breasts moved when he thrust into her. At last her moans reached a crescendo as she neared her climax. 

"YES!" She cried out as the orgasm racked her body. 

It didn't register until she was done ridding the high of the first orgasm that Big Mac hadn't stopped thrusting into her or even slowed down. Soon she was hit by a second orgasm that was even harder than the first. As she started building up to her third, Big Mac was getting close. While he would have been fine to finish like this, there was one last thing he wanted to try.

Cookie let out a cry of disappointment as Big Mac pulled out her and lowered her hips back down. Instead of just finishing there, though, Big Mac rolled her onto her front and helped to lift her onto all fours. Once more he lined up his member, only this time Cookie pushed back, impaling herself on his rod. Soon the two made up any ground that had been lost by the brief break. Each thrust sent ripples along her butt cheeks as she also pushed her soft behind back into him.

At last, she went over the edge a third time. A few more thrusts were enough to bring him over the edge. He gave one last thrust as he unloaded his seed into her. When he was done, he pulled out of her as the two collapsed on the bed. 

The two lay there, staring at each other as they caught their breath. Finally, Cookie reached out and gave Big Mac a pat on the butt.

"Well played," She said.

"You too," He replied.





After a breather, Big Mac and Cookie gathered up their things and went to get cleaned up. They said their good byes in the bedroom as Big Mac probably had to start heading back to the farm soon. As she left for the main bathroom, Big Mac had a quick shower in guest bathroom. Once he was clean and dressed he went back down the stairs to the main area where he found Hondo waiting for him. 

"Ah Big Mac, spoke to Cookie before she went to clean up. She's really happy with the service she got. We may even hire you again sometime."

Not sure what the proper response was, Big Mac settled for a stoic nod.

"Here you go," Hondo said as he handed Big Mac a cheque. "Now, I'm not sure what the rate is for a crown-endorsed stud but this should cover it plus give you a little extra for a job well done."

"Yeah, I should look into that." Big Mac replied. In all the 'excitement' of becoming a stud, he had forgotten to find out how much he was supposed to be charging for services rendered.

He looked down at cheque and his eyes widened. Unless the government wasn’t doing its job right regarding rate control for their studs, that was a really big tip Hondo had left him. 

“I can’t accept this much.”

“I insist, you’ve more than earn it,” Hondo replied. 

Big Mac, having at least tried to give some of the money back, pocketed the cheque.

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you. I haven’t heard Cookie scream like that since she gave birth to Sweetie Belle.”

Earlier that day Big Mac would have wanted to put his head through a wall at a statement like that. Now with the clarity of mind he often seemed to get post sex, he instead narrowed his eyes in suspicion. 

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”

The unicorn developed a cheeky grin as he shrugged.

“Hey, just because Cookie is the one getting laid doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with this as well.” He gave Big Mac a pat on the shoulder. “Though thanks for being such a good sport about it.”

Big Mac shrugged as he started to leave. “It’s only fair you get some humour out of it, considering your wife is the second mare of your family to have stripped me down today. Take care.”

“You too,” Hondo replied. Moments later he realised what the red stallion had said. “What do you mean second?”

The only reply he got was the sound of the front door closing.





It was late afternoon as Big Mac sat on a park bench on Stirrup Street. Turned out that he still had some time to kill before he needed to head back home so he decided to buy a new journal to collect his thoughts in and use the time to fill in the first entry.

Big Mac's Log, Stud Date 01. 
Today was my first day as I explored a new frontier, carrying on the legacy of those who came before me. Though this day, which shall from now own be simply  referred to as the awkwardness, had introduced me to unexpected perils of my new vocation, it has also let me glimpse at the rich bounties lying in wait for those that willing and able.  And so despite previous misgivings, I will press on, for the honour, for tradition and for how good it feels having my dick in a warm and inviting pussy. Though the mares will remain anonymous, this journal will be my tool to reflect and grow as I enter strange new waters. These are the voyages of the Stud Big McIntosh. My mission? To explore strange new mares, to seek out new bodies and new pleasures, to boldly go where no stud has gone before. As well as a few places where other studs probably have gone before.

Satisfied with his first entry, he packed away the journal. It was then that he noticed one of the nearby shops.


Sugar & Spice


Helping you get intimate with your intimates.


He remembered that had been the store Bulk had mentioned. Pondering for a moment and recalling that Bulk had also said that studs get a discount.

"Eh, what the heck," Big Mac muttered as he went to investigate.
> Straight up with a twist
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

A bell rang above the door as Big Mac entered Sugar & Spice. It shouldn't really be a shock to anyone that he didn’t have much experience of shopping in a fancy underwear store. And it certainly was fancy. It seemed to take a lot of cues from the Carousel Boutique but it favoured reds instead of blues. Plush-looking couches to the side looked both comfortable and expensive. The mannequins in the window not only were dressed in ornate underwear but also were surrounded with various props to help set the scene. Even care had been taken to dress up the fixtures. All of it practically yelled Canterlot chique and any other day Big Mac would probably have made a u-turn and walked right back out.

Still, he had come this far and he couldn't help but be a little bit curious about what they stocked. After a brief scan, he was able to find the stallion's section. While it was noticeably less than the section catering to mares it still felt like an unbelievable amount of variation. Though considering he usually bought his in a pack of five on sale, he probably wasn't the best judge.

Out of curiosity he took one off the shelf and inspected it. It looked like it would be inappropriate even in a strip club. Big Mac was this close to asking it if it wanted to be a jock strap when it grew up. Barely two minutes and he already felt out of his depth. He really hoped a sales clerk would get to him soon.

"Welcome to Sugar & Spice. How can I service you today?”

Big Mac turned and when he saw the clerk he realised he didn't need help that soon. The clerk was Sweetcream Scoops, a lime green unicorn mare and number nine on his Top Ten list of things he did not want put his dick in. Number ten of that list was a badger hole. Number eight was a live badger.

She did not feel the same way and seemed to make beding him her life's mission. Basically the only way Sweetcream could be any less subtle about her desire to get in Big Mac's pants would be if she turned up to Sweet Apple Acres butt naked with a bullseye painted on her crotch.

On a physical level Big Mac could admit she was attractive but that didn't mean he was interested. At all.

"I mean...how can I be of service?" she corrected herself.

"Actually. Ah'm just lookin’,” Big Mac said quickly. "Ah'll let you know if Ah need ya."

"Nonsense, at Sugar & Spice, we give full service," Sweetcream said with a wink. "And I'm personally committed to giving you a memorable experience."

Big Mac swallowed as Sweetcream noticed the underwear he was holding.

"I see you've already found something. Let's get you a changing room and see how it looks."

"Actually, I'll take over from here." At that moment, Caramel showed up. He was a light brown stallion and good friend of Big Mac.

"No need," Sweetcream replied. "I've got this."

"Actually I do need to," Caramel responded. "I was hired specifically to serve the male customers. There's no need to get possessive. We're not paid by commission."    

"I was here first,” Sweetcream hissed.

Caramel could only roll his eyes at such a childish response.

"You know the rules, only clerks of the same gender can help customers in the fitting room."

"That's not a real rule,” she retorted.

"Oh really?" Caramel replied, feigning innocence. "I'll have to remember next time Dumbell is in and wanting your help to try on a speedo."

Sweetcream's eyes widened. The two stared each other down, and when she realised he wasn't bluffing, she returned to the counter in a huff.

BIg Mac mouthed "thank you" to which Caramel responded with a wink.

"Alright so what are you after? Business or pleasure?"

Not being sure how to answer that question in this particular context, Big Mac instead lifted up his hand to show the stud ring he was now sporting.

"Ah, I see,” Caramel replied. "I take it you heard about the discount."

"Eeyup."

"Well we can certainly help you get your 'work uniform' sorted. Though if you're going crown endorsed I'd suggest you keep the receipt and see if you can claim it as a business expense."

"Good to know,"  Big Mac replied.

Caramel led Big Mac over to the part of the wall where the underwear definitely seemed less scary.

"Alright, first thing we've got to do is improve your daily wear." He pulled an item off the wall and held it out to Big Mac. "I suggest going with trunks. They're a lot more comfortable than briefs and unlike boxers they're form fitting. So it's practical and it still covers you for when you get a mare wanting to make an 'impulse purchase'."

Big Mac took hold of the underpants and ran his thumb over the fabric. It felt pretty nice and would definitely leave him with at least a bit of dignity.

"Think I could get away with just wearing these instead of going full banana hammock?" he asked the clerk.

"Like I said, these are your day to day attire. We still need to find you something for 'special occasions'." Caramel gave Big Mac a reassuring pat on the back. "Come on, let's face the facts. You are a damn sexy beast and it's about time you start to dress like it. We'll start it off easy this time and as you get bolder we'll up the ante."

Big Mac paused--it was kinda funny. Having Hondo call him a sexy beast was traumatising; having Caramel, an open bisexual, call him a sexy beast was oddly flattering.  "Fair enough."

Caramel went through the hanging garments and picked out several.

"This is a good place to start," he stated. "Let's get you in a changing room and see how it looks."

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. "Is that really necessary? Ah know mah size."

"This isn't Barnyard Bargains. My job is to make you look as sexy as possible," the clerk replied. "Admittedly my job is going to be a lot easier with you than with most of my clients but I'm still not letting you walk out with anything unless I'm sure it looks good on you."

Big Mac slouched his shoulders in defeat. He knew Caramel well enough to know he would not back down on this. "Fine."

"Don't worry," Caramel said with a wink. "I'll be gentle."

"Don't make this awkward," Big Mac warned. "Ah’ve already put one stallion through a wall today."

Caramel took a strategic step back from the farmer. "Duly noted."

A short time later the two were in one of the changing rooms. Big Mac was wearing a pair of trunks and inspecting himself in the mirror. Though not vain, he had to admit that they did make his butt look good.

"See?" Caramel asked, currently on his knees to closer inspect how the fabric sat on the farmer. "Comfort without sacrificing hotness."

"Eeyup."

"I still can't believe you're a stud now,” Caramel commented. "I mean only two weeks ago you made that bet with Berry Punch."

Big Mac paused as he recalled that incident.





Caramel and Big Mac were in the Punch Bowl, Ponyville's premier bar run and owned by Berry Punch, having a couple of drinks on a thursday night. They were waiting for Berry to bring the next round.

"Here you go, boys."

"Thanks," both stallions said.

"No worries." She then turned to Big Mac. "So when are you going to start taking up the family business?"

Big Mac glared at the bar-mare while Caramel looked perplexed.

"Family business? Isn't he already an apple farmer?" he asked.

"She's talkin’ about studdin’," Big Mac answered.

"Yup," Berry answered. "Every Apple stallion that has lived in this town has been a stud. So when are you taking on the legacy?"

"Never," Big Mac responded.

"An Apple going against tradition," Berry let out a chuckle. "That'll be the day."

"Wanna bet?"

"Sure, I bet you'll be wearing a stud ring by the end of the year."

"What're the stakes?" Big Mac asked.

"If you win, the next five rounds of the good stuff are on me." She developed a mischievous grin. "But if I win, you've got to do a full saturday night shift here in just a thong and half apron."

"Yer on."





"Crab apples,” Big Mac muttered.

He looked down and saw Caramel still on his knees, staring intently at Big Mac's crotch.

"Uh, buddy?" Big Mac said. "Remember what Ah said about not makin’ this awkward?"

"I think the cut looks good on this but the waistband is a bit high." He took hold of the waistband and pulled it down about half an inch. "Yes, that's much better."

"Hey Darling are you in there?” a voice called from outside the changing room. “Sorry to bother you but I wanted to check what you think we should do for dinner."

Big Mac recognised the voice as Sassaflash, a blue pegasus and Caramel's marefriend. 

"Sweetie, do you mind?" Caramel called out. "I'm busy serving a customer."

“Yeah, I figured as much,” the pegasus replied. “I also figured from the pout on Sweetcream’s face that it’s Big Mac you got in there.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac answered. 

"Hey there, Red,” Sassaflash said. “Finally getting frisky with my coltfriend?”

The farmer rolled his eyes. “Nope.”

“Well shoot,” she said. “Here I thought Hearthwarming had come early. Want me to come in and give a female perspective?”

“We’re fine,” Big Mac answered.

“Oh come on, if you’re not going to fulfil my fantasy of you giving him a pounding at least let me see him strip you down.”

"Sweetie!" Caramel said firmly. "You were asking about dinner?"

"Oh right,” she replied, remembering why she was there in the first place. "It's my turn to make dinner and I just wanted to know if you wanted nut loaf."

"Nut loaf sounds great," Caramel said. "Now if you don't mind, I've got to get back to work."

"See you tonight,” she called out. “Take care, Red.”

A few moments of silence passed as they listened to her walk away. At last Caramel spoke.

"Sorry about that. She means well but she is a unclear about certain boundaries."

Big Mac shrugged. That whole interaction was pretty much on course for how his day had been going.

"I mean honestly. She says she wants this to be a committed monogamous relationship but she is so damn eager to watch me get it on with with another stallion."

Big Mac rolled his eyes. "And ya don't find the idea of her gettin’ freaky with another mare hot?"

"That depends," Caramel replied. "Can the other mare be Applejack?"

He then paled when he saw the look Big Mac was giving him.

"Please don't put me through a wall."





Big Mac finished his purchases and made his way over to the Punch Bowl. Berry was busy cutting lemon and lime wedges.

"Hey Big Mac,” she said cheerfully. "Sorry, the bar doesn't open for another twenty minutes but you're welcome to wait."

Instead of answering, the stallion lifted his right hand to show the stud ring he was now sporting.

"Oh," she said as she recognised what the ring mean. A second later she remembered the wager she had made. "Ooooooh."

"Does tomorrow night work for you?" Big Mac asked, determined to face his loss with dignity.

"That would be perfect,” Berry replied. "Schnapps needed the night off for family reasons and I'm down a bar pony. Be here ready to start at 6."

"See ya then."

After Big Mac left, she put down the knife as she started going over logistics in her head. 

This was short notice but she could work with this. She would however need to get word out as soon as possible.

And there was only one mare for the job.

She pulled out a cupcake and placed it on the counter.

"Free cupcake to whoever wants it!" she called out.

Within two seconds, Pinkie Pie was at the counter, devouring the cupcake.

"Thanks," the baker said cheerfully.

"All good," Berry replied. "Now there's something you can do for me."





Big Mac's Log, Stud Date 02.
Today I embark on a potentially perilous mission. Though I am confident I have the skills to succeed in my objective, I will be exposed in what could be volatile territory. I do not know for certain what the outcome will be but for the sake of my pride I will press on. 

That had been the entry he had left in his journal before he had left the farm to start his shift at the Punch Bowl. On further reflection he was wondering if he had been a touch overly dramatic. Sure, Saturdays were the busiest night of the week for the Punch Bowl, but it was never excessively crowded. And it wasn’t as if word could have travelled that quickly about his bet.

He stopped when he saw the line of mares waiting outside the Punch Bowl.

“Unless Berry used Pinkie to spread the word,” Big Mac muttered to himself.

Luckily Big Mac was able to slip in unnoticed through the side entrance. Once inside he found Berry Punch at the bar.

“Glad you made it on time,” she said cheerfully. “It looks like we’ll have a busy night tonight.”

“I wonder why,” Big Mac muttered.

“Here you are, you can change and leave your clothes in my office,” she said as she handed him a folded apron. “I trust you have the rest of your uniform sorted,” she added with a wink.

“Eeyup.”

“Good, and just one more thing. The Punch Bowl has a strict rule about sex not being allowed on the premise so I’d suggest you leave the stud ring with the rest of the clothes. It might send mixed messages.”

“Fair enough.”

Big Mac stepped into Berry Punch’s office and got undressed. Oddly enough Big Mac was almost relieved to be out of his jeans because he still was not used to the feel of his bare bottocks on demin.

Caramel had helped him pick out a forest green thong. The half apron still he tied around his waist did nothing to cover his chest or any part of his back half. Still, he was thankful for small mercies.

Once ‘dressed’, Big Mac took one last deep breath before stepping out, ready to take on everything the night had in store for him.

Who knows? Maybe he’d end up enjoying tonight.





“I can’t believe they’re charging a five bit entrance fee,” Applejack grumbled.

Getting Pinkie Pie’s help in spreading the word meant that in a small space of time the whole town became aware of Big Mac’s bet, so it had also meant that Applejack had found out about it. She hadn’t confronted Big Mac about it since she would never let anyone weasel out of a bet. What she could do however was attend and make sure none of the mares got any ideas.

“I still can’t believe you wanted to come here just because Big Mac’s settling a bet,” Twilight stated. “Don’t you think you’re being a little bit overprotective of him?”

“Ah’ve got no clue what yer talkin’ ‘bout,” Applejack replied. “Ah’m just here to have quiet drink with some friends. But if Ah see some floozy not respectin’ personal boundaries then of course Ah’m gonna have to have a word with them.”

Five sets of eyes rolled at this. All of Applejack’s friends knew exactly why she was here. The only reason they came along was because there was no way they’d talk her out of it and at least this way they could try to keep her in check. The fact that Big Mac would be wearing a thong and half apron was simply a bonus.

They arrived to the bar to see Big Mac busy mixing a drink. He had more than a few admirers but most seemed content to watch him work. 

“Just one sec,” Big Mac said to Applejack and company as he poured the drink into a glass with a salted rim. He slid it to a nearby mare. “Here you are, enjoy.” He then turned to a mare that had been waiting. “And what did you want?”

“Same as before,” she replied.

“That’s the third order of the good stuff. Special occasion?”

“Oh no,” the mare replied. “Just decided to treat myself.

Big Mac turned to get a bottle from the top shelf. As he did all present got a clear view of his naked back and exposed backside. The mare let out a happy sigh at the sight.

Big Mac turned back, poured the drink into a glass with ice and slid it to the mare. 

“Enjoy.”

“I already have,” the mare replied before leaving.

Applejack let out a growl and would have probably chased after the mare if Rarity hadn’t grabbed onto her arm.

"I must say, you are incredibly adept in the art of bartending," Rarity commented.

Big Mac shrugged. "Ah took some night classes a while back and now Ah run the bar for most of the family reunions. Would any of y’all  be interested in a cocktail? Ah could use the practice."

"Sounds delightful," Twilight said.

Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Rarity nodded in agreement.

"Great, what would you like?"

"Cosmopolitan," Rarity replied.

"Strawberry Sunrise," Pinkie answered.

"Fuck me sideways," Fluttershy said. She then noticed her friends staring. "What?"

Big Mac got to work on the orders.

"There y’all are, one Cosmopolitan, one Strawberry Sunrise and one Fuck Me Sideways." Big Mac turned to Twilight. "What can ah get ya?"

"I'm not sure what to get," Twilight said sheepishly.

Big Mac handed over a cocktail menu. "Just have a look and see if somethin’ catches your eye." He turned to his sister and Rainbow Dash.

"Spare me the fancy stuff and get me a bourbon," Applejack stated.

"Yeah, ponies such as us are too cool to be wasting our time on some sissy drinks," Rainbow answered.

Applejack rolled her eyes. "As if ya could handle a real drink."

"Hey! I can handle liquor a hundred times better than you," Rainbow Dash shot back.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Well then let's see ya prove it." Applejack turned to her brother. "Bottle of bourbon and two glasses."

Reluctantly, Big Mac handed over the bottle and two glasses. Applejack and Rainbow grabbed them and raced off to find an empty table.

"Well that's going to end badly," Rarity commented.

"Eeyup," Big Mac replied dryly before returning his attention back to the princess. "Find anything?"

"Yes," Twilight said triumphantly. "I'll have a Manehatten Iced Tea."

Big Mac looked uncertain. "Ya sure? That's a pretty strong drink."

"I'll pace myself," she assured him.

Satisfied, he prepared the drink for her. The four friends then found some seats to sit down and enjoy their beverages. They saw Applejack and Rainbow at nearby table, well into their drinking contest.

"I can't help but feel we should stop them," Twilight answered.

"Honestly, at least this way Applejack is not hovering around Big McIntosh," Rarity replied. 

"Let's enjoy the brief tranquility."

The four friends chinked their drinks together and took a sip.

"Yummy!" Pinkie squealed in delight.

"Indeed," Rarity replied. "I must really get Big Mac to tend bar next time I have a function."

"Would that be with or without a shirt?" Pinkie asked with a wink.

"I'm still undecided on that."

They then noticed that Twilight was already halfway through her Manehatten Ice Tea.

"Uh...Twilight?" Fluttershy said cautiously. "Maybe you should slow down."

"Nonsenshe, Fluttershy," Twilight slurred. "Whatsh the worst that could happen?"





"Let's do a quick head count, shall we?" Rarity asked as she took in the spectacle in front of her. "Applejack and Rainbow Dash are both unconscious, Twilight is dry humping the jukebox and Pinkie Pie is..."--she looked over to where the party mare was dancing on a table with a sombrero and maracas--"...being Pinkie Pie."

"I'm starting to question our friends’ self-control," Fluttershy commented.

Berry Punch approached the two mares. "Sorry to be a buzz kill but I think it's time your friends call it a night. I can put Applejack in a corner to sleep it off until Big Mac can take her home but could you get the rest home before my Jukebox files a restraining order?"

There was a particularly hard thump and then the jukebox started playing "Let's Get it On."

"Oh you sweet talker," Twilight said seductively.





Shortly after, Pinkie, Fluttershy and Rarity were carrying their friends out of the bar. They had decided to take all of them, Applejack included, to the castle to sleep it off since there were extra beds.

"Yes, this is not how I pictured finishing my evening," Rarity grumbled. Right now she was supporting Applejack and guiding her to castle, struggling to both support the weight of the farm mare and not get drooled on. 

"Now now, Rarity, friends look out for one another, " Fluttershy said, supporting unconscious Rainbow. She then stopped when she felt something grabbing her breasts. She looked down and saw a couple of blue hands had latched on. "Oh Rainbow Dash, you're so grabby when you’re drunk."

Pinkie was having a slightly easier time with Twilight since she was still conscious but the princess was still leaning on the pink mare for support.

"Hey Pinkie." 

"Yes, Twilight?" the party mare asked.

"Let's go get some cake frosting."





It was two in the morning. The last call had come and gone; the last customer left about a half hour ago as had the bouncer, leaving Big Mac and Berry Punch to clean up. Big Mac was giving the floor a quick mop. As he finished, Berry put a stack of bits on the bar.

“What’s that?” he asked as he leaned the mop against the bar.

“Your share of the tip jar,” Berry replied. She then cut Big Mac off as he was about to speak. “Don’t give me that, you may have done this as a bet but you still did a fair share of the work so you get a fair share of the tip jar.”

“Sounds fair,” Big Mac admitted. “Thanks.”

“No, thank you.” Berry closed the distance and gave the stallion a hug. “Thanks to tonight, I should have enough money to do those renovations I wanted.”

It was only when Big Mac disengaged from the hug that he realised  Berry had undone the ties to the apron so now he was standing in front of her in just his thong.

Berry smiled seductively. “In fact, I would like to give you something ‘extra’ for your trouble.”

It wasn’t hard for Big Mac to work out what Berry had in mind. “Wait, right here, right now?” 

“You’ve got somewhere to be?” Berry asked coyly.

“No, no,” Big Mac answered, "It’s just that I thought the rule was no sex on the premise."

"The rule doesn't cover blow jobs."

The more rational side of Big Mac questioned the existence of such major loophole. That side and pretty much most sides of his brain took a back seat as Berry Punch got down on her knees, and he became inescapably aware of how little stood between the bar mare and her target. Berry seemed to be interested in testing the resilience of the thong protecting the last shred of Big Mac's modesty by tracing her finger along the fabric.

"Though just to be clear," Berry stated. "I'm not paying for the "privilege" of sucking you off so if that's a problem, this is where we stop."

She dragged a finger down the length of the cloth-covered bulged. She then looked up at Big Mac expectantly. It took that stallion a moment to realise she was waiting for an answer. It took him another moment to give one.

"That's not a problem at all."

“Good,” she said as took hold of the waistband. “Because I really don’t want this to be where we stop.”

She pulled down the thong, revealing Big Mac’s member. At first she took the time to admire it, slowly running her fingers up and down the hardening rod. Gently lifting it upwards to get a better view, the kneeling mare drank in the sight in front of her. She continued to idly stroke the underside of the shaft with her thumb as she went in to get more intimate with the twins. 

She stuck out her tongue slowly, as if taunting the farmer with what was coming. Big Mac let out a short hiss of pleasure as her tongue made contact with his scrotum. This soon turned into a low moan as she started running her tongue all across his sack. Her actions remained gentle but started feeling a lot more deliberate. As her tongue danced around the prize in front of her, she explored every part that she could reach, making sure to give extra attention to any particularly sensitive spots that she came across.

Finally, she closed her mouth over one of Big Mac's balls. As she sucked on the trapped testicle, she swirled her tongue around it. Big Mac had to stop his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. He finally managed a brief reprieve when she released the ball. This was short lived as she wrapped her mouth around the other, giving it the same amount of loving attention.

At last when she released it and let go of the shaft, Big Mac was rock hard. Berry felt a sense of smug satisfaction at her handiwork but wasn’t going to just sit there looking at it. She dragged her tongue from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip, loving the way his breath hitched as she did it. She then licked the precum off the end.

“Yummy,” she said. “Got any more?”

She ran the tip of her tongue over the small opening at the head of the penis. Once she was satisfied she had found all of it she spiralled her tongue outwards until she was swirling around the whole head.

Big Mac was leaning against the bar, his arms resting on the countertop with his fists clenched. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Berry closed her mouth over the head. She still teased it with her tongue but now she also applied suction.

What went unnoticed by Big Mac was that while one of Berry’s hands was keeping hold of him, the other had gone downstairs into her own pants and started playing with herself. As she started to take more of Big Mac’s cock into her mouth, her masturbating hand moved on from gentle teasing and rubbing to pumping her fingers in and out of her needful pussy.

Soon she was moaning as well, sending pleasurable vibrations through his cock as she continued to suck him off. 

This soon proved to much for the red stallion. “Berry...I’m…ah!”

Berry guessed what Big Mac was going to do but instead of pulling back, she pushed forward, taking in an incredible amount of the stallion. This pushed Big Mac over the edge as he came hard.

As he continued to cum, she pulled back until only the head was in her mouth and sealed her lips around the shaft to prevent the cum from escaping. As she swallowed the warm jizz, she continued to suck gently, trying to coax more out of him.

Eventually the last of the semen came out and Big Mac’s cock started to soften. The farmer took a few deep breaths before speaking.

“Thank you. That was....” He trailed off when he realised Berry was going.

Turns out the Berry hadn’t finished, in more ways than one, so she tried coaxing some life back into Big Mac’s member.

As she sucked and licked the soft member, she used her spare hand to reach down and start massaging Big Mac’s balls.

To Big Mac’s amazement, he soon started to feel himself getting hard again. Having achieved her goal, Berry decided to mix things up again, choosing this time to start deepthroating him from the beginning, sliding the cock down her mouth and throat until her lips neared the base of shaft, then sliding it out until only the head was in her mouth before repeating the process.

She soon found a nice rhythm of long, smooth movements. Her downstairs hand was still working hard while she was going down, and she finally climaxed. She shuddered as an orgasm racked her body. She held her place as she rode a wave of pleasure. 

If Big Mac objected to the pause in Berry’s actions, he didn’t voice any complaints. Finally when she came down from the high, she returned to working on his shaft with renewed vigour.

Her motions remained smooth but her speed increased. Soon Big Mac found himself brought to the edge again.

He didn’t even get a chance to warn Berry this time as cum erupted from his penis. Again Berry pulled back slightly, trapping just the head in her mouth to prevent any semen being wasted.

Once certain that Big Mac had released all the seed he was going to, she finally released the flaccid cock. Big Mac sat down on one of the bar stools, completely spent and trying to catch his breath. Berry stood back up and went behind the counter. Subtly taking a cloth she knew was going to be washed, she wiped off her downstairs hand before taking out two glasses, one short and one long. She bent over and let a big wad of semen that had been in her mouth fall into short glass.

She took out a glass and filled it with water before sliding it over to Big Mac. The red stallion took it and started to drink greedily. When he was half way through the glass was he able to find his voice again.

"Twice?" he asked

"I wanted you see if you had another round in you," she replied as she took a bottle of whisky from the shelf. "The trick to a fun night is knowing when last call is.” 

She poured some whiskey into the glass. She then swirled it so that the contents mixed. She then brought the glass to her lips to take a sip when she noticed Big Mac staring. She gave a shrug. 
“I find adding cum to a whisky improves the flavour,” she explained. She then held out the glass. “Wanna taste?”

“I’ll pass,” Big Mac said diplomatically.

The ponies drank in silence. Berry finished first and placed the empty glass on the counter.

“Now that we’ve hydrated, I’ve got some business to discuss."

Big Mac finished his drink and placed the glass on the counter as well. "Go on."

"Tonight has been a huge success. I would like to make this a regular event," Berry explained. "Not every week but still regularly. If you’re interested."

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. "Not to be blunt but what's in it for me?"

"20 bits an hour, equal share of the tip jar and plus the occasional ‘extra’'." To emphasis her point she slowly licked her lips.

Big Mac stared at Berry for a moment, then he shrugged. "Let me sleep on it. I'll get back to you by Monday."

"Fair enough."





The next morning, Fluttershy was in the kitchen of the castle, making a fresh pot of coffee since something told her that her friends would be needing it. She had already made arrangements for her animal friends to get breakfast for themselves so she didn't need to rush back. She’d just finished pouring herself a cup when she heard a pained groan. She turned round and saw Applejack trudge into the kitchen.

"Good morning," Fluttershy said cheerfully.

"Morning? Yup. Good? Buck no." Applejack made it the pot and poured herself a cup. "Mah head feels like it was run over by a train."

"Gee, I wonder why," Fluttershy muttered into her cup.

After getting halfway through her cup, Applejack didn't quite feel as much as death warmed up, so was able to start having a conversation. "So did ah miss much?"

"Nothing much," Fluttershy answered. "I mean, aside from the reverse gangbang."

"Reverse… gang…bang?"

"You know, instead of one mare doing a bunch of stallions, it's one stallion doing a bunch of mares," Fluttershy explained. "Turns out that you were the only one keeping the other mares in line, so when you passed out they pounced. Poor naive and innocent Big Mac was just so confused by all of it that he didn't know any better than to comply with their lustful demands. Rarity and I tried to stop them but we were outnumbered so we could only watch helplessly as they rutted the poor stallion again and again. Finally we figured the damage had already been done, so we decided to have some fun. Well, I had a lot of fun with his penis. Rarity just rode his face for a while."

Fluttershy took a sip from her coffee as Applejack stared at her in stunned silence.

"Ah… guess ah deserve that," the farm mare finally said.

"So you're going to stop meddling in Big Mac's affairs?" Fluttershy asked.

"Eeyup," Applejack responded.

"And you're not going to have any more drinking contests with Rainbow Dash?"

"Double eeyup."

At that moment, a pained groan was heard in the hallway. When Fluttershy and Applejack went to investigate, they found a miserable Twilight carrying a crowbar as she headed to the main door.

"Uh Twilight?" Appliejack called. "Where are you going?"

"To find your brother."

"And what's the crowbar for?"

"To whack him over the head with it several times so he knows how I feel."
> Trial Run
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

It was a regular Wednesday. Big Mac had dropped Applebloom off at school and was making use of the trip into town get some shopping done. The family did most of their grocery shopping at the Thursday markets but there were some household goods like toiletries and cleaning supplies that had to be bought in a regular store.

So Big Mac was in Barnyard Bargains, restocking on some supplies. 

It was in the oral hygiene aisle that he ran into Love Tap, Button Mash's mom.

"Hello Big Mac," She said warmly. "How have things been since we last spoke?" 

Big Mac paused as he tried to think of the best response. Since he had last spoken to her in any meaningful way he had finally agreed to get a stud licence. Even he just went by last Friday when they briefly waved at each other whilst picking kids up at school, that was almost a week ago. In that time he had served bar at the Punch Bowl to settle a bet as well as served a few more mares.

He had role played for a customer which hadn't gone the way he had expected.





Big Mac was mostly naked, except for a purple hat and cloak, both with star filled.

"The grrreaat and powerrrful Trixie is about to have his way with this mare," He declared, trying his best to sound larger than life.

"Yes Trixie," a naked blue unicorn said excitedly. "Have your way with this mare."





He had also been hired by a couple of mares wanting to have a threesome. That really hadn't gone the way he had expected. 





Bon Bon on top of Lyra on the bed. The two kissing furiously as their hands explored each other's bodies.

Meanwhile Big Mac was sitting patiently at on a nearby chair, still fully clothed.

"So ya'll want me to join in at any point?" 

The two mares separated their lips long enough to speak but not turn to him. 

"Soon," Bon Bon said. "Just give me and Lyra time to get warmed up."

A while later the two mares were lying on the bed, looking extremely satisfied.

"You were amazing Bon Bon," the mint unicorn said.

"No you were amazing Lyra," the tan mare replied. "We should definitely do this again sometime. Did you have fun Big Mac?"

Big Mac meanwhile was still fully dressed and busy with a newspaper he had found in the kitchen when he had gone to get a glass of water. Thus far he had finished the crossword, the sudoku and had found out that apple stocks were up two points. 

"What matters is that ya'll enjoyed yerselves," he replied in disinterest.





At last Big Mac decided to go for the diplomatic answer.

"Eventful."

"I bet it was." Love Tap said, grinning like a teenager that had been let in on a juicy secret.

Big Mac suppressed a groan. Two weeks in, it was guaranteed to now be common knowledge within Ponyville that Big Mac had continued the 'family tradition'. For the most part, it hadn't really changed much. The stares and giggles were nothing new to him and as he had guessed his reputation hadn't been hurt in the eyes of the locals. 

It's just now it seemed like almost every adult conversation he had had in the last two weeks seemed to come back to this same topic. Sometimes it was nice to talk about stuff other than the change in his sex life. 

"So ya heard the news?" Big Mac asked. 

"I may have heard a few things on the grapevine." She replied coyly.

"Uh-huh."

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that," Love Tap admitted. "You know that Button's father and I have separated."

Big Mac nodded. While he tried to stay out of local gossip, even he had heard about the separation. Apparently, Button's Dad was never around and it put a serious strain on the relationship. While he was sympathetic to Love Tap's situation, he also had a pretty good where this conversation was going.

"Eeyup."

"Well since you are now a...you know..."

"A stud?" Big Mac offered."

"Yes, that." She replied. "Since Button's father and I are no longer together I was wondering...if you wanted to rent out his studio for when you're serving clients."

Big Mac blinked a couple of times. Maybe he didn't have an idea where this conversation was going.

"Excuse me?"

"Well you see, Button's father wanted to try to revive his music career so he had an amateur music studio built in the back of the house." Love Tap explained. "Now he took the music equipment but he left the space. I converted it into a bedroom since it already had an ensuite and its own entrance. I was thinking to rent the place out to make some more money but it hasn't got a kitchen so I'd either need to pay to at least have a kitchenette installed or give a tenant access to the main house's kitchen. However, if I was able to find someone who needed a bed and bathroom but not a kitchen, then that would certainly make things easier.

Big Mac nodded, that seemed to make sense. "And ya would be alright with the fact I'd be doing stud stuff in there."

"Absolutely. The space was sound proofed and it has it's on private entrance so I won't be affected by it. And besides, the chances of you using the space for anything dishonest or illegal are slim to none."

"Fair enough."

"So would you like stop by and have a look?"

"Eeyup." Big Mac checked a nearby clock. "1 o'clock sound good?"

"Certainly, I'll see you then."

With a time set, the two ponies parted ways to finish the rest of the shopping.





Big Mac arrived at Love Tap's house. To his surprise not only Love Tap was outside waiting for him but the Mayor as well.

"Hello Big Mac," she said cheerfully.

"Hello," Big Mac replied. "What are ya doing here?"

"I'm here to inspect the room," the mayor explained. "Seeing as town hall is technically going to be the ones hiring out this space, it's only right that I approve it."

"You didn't think I would send you the bill?" Love Tap asked.

Big Mac shrugged leading Love Tap give him an affectionate hug.

"Oh you're sweet but if I'm renting this out to the state directly it means that I don't need to pay rates for the add-on anymore. The mayor also agreed to pay me extra to take care of the housekeeping as well."

"That's provided the room meets our standards," the mayor clarified. "So let's go take a look."

"Of course." It might have been Big Mac's imagination but Love Tap seemed almost reluctant when she finally released her hug.

She then proceeded to take the two to the add-on round the back. As she had said, it was separate to the house but easily accessible so potential clients wouldn't have difficulty reaching the place.

The room looked decent. As Love Tap had said, it was separated to the rest of the house so it had its own entrance. The inside was simple yet looked comfortable. The main room had a queen sized bed but still a decent amount of floor space as well. The bathroom was small, with a shower, sink and toilet, but functional. The whole space looked designed by a real estate agent, which makes sense since Love Tap did work part-time as a real estate agent. It was made to look inviting comfortable but generic enough to not risk offending any particular tastes.

"This does seem to be ideal for what it would be needed for," the mayor commented to Love Tap. "Though how would you feel if we decided to install a few additional fixtures?"

"It would a be a case by case basis," Love Tap answered. "And even if I agree to it, I will only allow work to be down by certified professionals and it would be at your own cost."

"That's certainly fair," the mayor conceded. "Big Mac, your thoughts?"

"I think it'll do," Big Mac answered. "But I've got to give the bed the butt test to be sure."  

Big Mac dropped his full weight onto the bed. When the bed didn't collapse under him he gave a thumbs up. 

"I think this arrangement would work quite nicely," the mayor noted. "Though I think a trial run might be in order."

"Trial run?" 

"Yes, if you'd be willing to go a few rounds with Big Mac to see if the room holds up. Either way I'll cover the cost of using Big Mac's services. Interested?"

"YES!!" Love Tap said excitedly before trying to regain composure. "I mean if that's what it takes to make sure the room is up to standard."

Big Mac raised an eyebrow but remained silent. He had already made peace with the fact that his new job meant that when the mayor says 'hump' he's expected to just say 'how hard?'.

"I thought you'd agree." The mayor replied. "Now if I can have a brief word with Big Mac then I'll leave you to it."

"Absolutely, in fact, I quickly go change into something a little more suitable."

Love Tap exited the room, leaving Big Mac alone with the mayor.

"So I just heard that you are refusing to provide service to Sweetcream Scoops."

That was something else that had happened this week. Sweetcream Scoops had found out that Big Mac had become a stud and tracked him down to make use of his services. Turns out you literally couldn't pay him to have sex with her. 

Still, it was somewhat douchey of Sweetcream to lodge complaint to the Mayor about it. 

"That's right." He replied, still scared to use his trademark 'eeyup' in front of the mayor. 

"Perfectly within your rights as a stud. But it's still rather naughty of you to leave a mare in need like that." the mayor lowered her voice to a husky whisper. "I hope you don't have plans for Friday night because I think it's time we had another training session." She then reached forward and gently grabbed Big Mac's crotch. "Any objections?"

Big Mac swallowed but tried his best to kept his tone neutral.

"No ma'am."  

"Good." She gave one last squeeze before releasing her hold. "Now I'll leave you to it. I expect the room to be thoroughly tested. You know, work out any kinks before deeming it ready for customers."

Big Mac raised an eyebrow again though this time he did speak. "So is this a case where I should or shouldn't screw it up?"

The mayor let out a light chuckle before taking hold of the back his head pulling him in close.

"If you're getting cute I may have to move your training session to right now."

The look in her eyes told Big Mac that she wasn't kidding. Before he could give a response, however, she let go with a sigh.

"Unfortunately, we both have matters that need attending to so this will have to wait for Friday, 6 pm. Don't be late, don't make any plans for the rest of the evening and don't expect to be up too early the next morning."

She then started to leave. "Tell Love Tap that provided this room passes the test that well will have an agreement ready for her to review Friday morning. Have fun." She said the last part in a sing-song voice that made Big Mac roll his eyes.

Not long after the mayor left did Love Tap return. True to her word she had changed. Though yet again it was a case of it not being what he had expected. Rather than dressing up, it looked like she had dressed down. She was now wearing an old t-shirt and yoga pants.

She still looked good but Love Tap could make a burlap sack look good so it did raise the question of why she bothered to change. Then again the way her nipples poked slightly out of the fabric told Big Mac she wasn't wearing a bra and if those yoga pants were any tighter they would be painted on.

So while this wasn't a what he'd call traditional seduction wear, it certainly wasn't a sight he'd easily say no to.

"So the mayor wants us to put the room through its paces."

"Eeyup," Big Mac replied. "Any requests?"

"Two actually, firstly when it's time to get naked I want you to rip my clothes off," she explained. "I don't want these leaving my body in one piece."

Big Mac still wasn't sure how those yoga pants managed to get onto her body in one piece but he got the message. "And the second?"

"I don't want you to make love to me. I don't even want you to have sex with me. I want you to fuck  me."

Cottoning on to what she was saying, Big Mac developed a predatory grin as he pulled the mare in close.

"Well then," he said. "Let's get started."

He the proceed to devourer the mare. He started with a bruising kiss on the lips before planting kisses along the jaw line. As he started to focus on the neckline he reached round to and grabbed her butt. He roughly kneaded the supple flesh under the taught fabric and had he kissed, sucked and nibbled all over her neck.

She then turned around and began to grind her ass into his jeans covered crotch. 

While his hands missed having those luscious cheeks to play with, they soon went upwards to find a decent replacement. He massaged her breasts, taking time to play with the hardened nipples that seemed to be trying to pierce through the fabric. While continuing to grind, Love Tap reached round and used her skilled fingers to undo the button of his jeans. Once undone she brought down the pants, exposing Big Mac's briefs and far more noticeable bulge. 

From her position, she couldn't see the bulge but she could certainly feel it as she continued to grind into it. The red stallion groaned as he started to get impatient. Releasing the breasts, it took hold of the collar of her shirt.

Love Tap gasped as he used his strength to tear open her shirt. Her soft mounds spilt out as they were released from their confines. He then returned to playing with them, paying special attention to the now exposed nipples. Stroked them, tweaked them and even pinched them to see what would get the best response out of her. 

Finally having enough of his games and deciding to return the favour, she turned round again. Before he could stop her, she tore open his flannel shirt, tearing the fabric and causing buttons to fly everywhere.

She drank in the sight of his now exposed chest and stomach. Though she would have loved to run her hands over that marvellous physic Big Mac roughly pushed her backwards, causing her to fall onto the bed. He then climbed on top of her, pinning her down.

"I liked that shirt," he growled.

Before she could respond, he tore of the rest of her t-shirt. Once done he turned his attention downwards. He took hold of the front of her yoga pants and after pausing to give her a meaningful look, tore open a hole in the crotch, exposing her wet entrance. 

Love Tap lay there, fully exposed and anxiously waiting for what came next. Big Mac wasted no time removing the now ruined shirt and dropping his jeans. Lastly, he removed his briefs, freeing his erection and letting it stand to attention. As he climbed back on top of her, he lined up his member with her wanting pussy.

"Ready to get fucked?"

"Yes," she replied.

Needing no further invitation he drove his rod deep into her opening. She let out a breath gasp and then a lust fill moan as she was penetrated. He soon found a nice rhythm, delivering long deliberate thrusts. 

Soon however, something started to niggle in the back of Big Mac's mind when he remembered her earlier request. What they were doing now felt good and she seemed to enjoy it but it didn't really feel like he was fucking her.

He got a flash of inspiration when he saw a bare part of the wall nearby. The mayor said she wanted the room tested. Why would that only mean the bed?

He stopped thrusting, earning a confused stare from Love Tap. Before she could ask what was wrong, he guided her legs to wrap around his waist. Once they were secure, he picked her up, earning a yelp of surprise as she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck. He carried to a walled and then pinned her against it. He lined up his cock and then proceeded to start pounding into her.

Pinned against the wall with her feet off the ground. She was helpless against the assault and she loved it. The hard surface meant that Big Mac's cock was penetrating even deeper than what it had on the bed and in this position she was completely at Big Mac's mercy.

Her lusty moans turned into screams of pleasure and Big Mac continued to well and truly fuck her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AAAAAAAAAAH!" She squeezed her legs together and her inner walls tightened as she climaxed. 

Big Mac paused and just held there mare as he let him ride out her orgasm. Once her breathing returned to normal he carried her to the bed and dropped her onto it.  Before she could react he rolled her onto her stomach and grabbed hold of the base of her tail. He pulled upwards on it, bringing the mare to all fours.

As he readied his member for her entrance, he leant forward and whispered into her ear.

"I ain't finished with ya yet."

He buried himself deep in her warm folds.

As he continued to pound her he kept his hold on her tail, seemingly to prevent her from escaping. But she had no intention of escaping, she had asked to be fucked and she going to take it like a mare. 

A really happy mare.

Her screams got even louder as ashe was unrelentingly penetrated by the red stallion. He kept a firm hold on her tail but used his spare hand to grope and squeeze her butt cheek.

Finally, her arms gave way as she felt the effects of another massive orgasm. 

Though last time he had given her a repreive as she rode out her orgasm, this her back half was kept up as Big Mac continued to thrust into her. This caused a third orgasm to crash into her not long after.

With one last thrust, he erupted inside of her. 

Once Big Mac finished filling her womb did he let go of her tail, his now softening member sliding out of her as the her lower half dropped. She remained in the almost prostrating position while catching her breath while Big Mac lay down beside her on the bed.

The two lay there, savouring the afterglow. The amiable silence was broken when a thought crossed Love Tap's mind. 

"Hey Big Mac, stud rings are charmed to prevent pregnancy, right?"

"Nah that's a myth," Big Mac replied casually. "Ya did remember to get sigiled against getting pregnant, right?"

Love Tap looked up at Big Mac, eyes wide with panic. She then glared when the smirk he was wearing told her he was messing with her.

"Oh, fuck you, Big Mac."

"Ya already did," he replied.

Love Tap developed a predatory grin.

"Well, maybe I'll just do it again." 

She crawled towards Big Mac, with obvious plans to start round two. Such plans were thwarted by her own body as she collapsed on top of the stallion in exhaustion. 

"Just as soon as I catch my breath."





Plans for round two were shelved in favour of a quick nap and a shared shower. The two then got dressed, Love Tap in a dressing gown and Big Mac in his jeans and what remained of his shirt.

"So I think the room passed with flying colours," Big Mac stated.

"I think you passed with flying colours too," Love Tap replied. "So how much do I owe you for the shirt?"

"Don't worry," Big Mac replied. "Ah'll claim it as a work expense."

"Well alright then," she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "Take care."

Big Mac smirked as he walked off. Clothing damage aside he thought Love Tap was going to be a good landlady to have. Supportive, non-judgemental and willing to help with the housekeeping. What more could he ask for?

He then noticed a few mares staring at him hungrily and became more aware of his bare chest.

Alright, maybe he could ask for an undamaged shirt.

With few other options, he decided to head to the Carousel Boutique. Unaware of a particular mare whose attention he had grabbed.





Rarity was putting the final touches on a display as she heard the ring of her door opening. She started her usual  "Welcome to Carousel Boutique where every garment is chic, unique and...oh my." She noticed Big Mac standing there, shirt torn wide open.

"Sorry ta bother Rarity," Big Mac said sheepishly. "Ah had what ya may call a wardrobe malfunction and ah was wondering if ya could help."

"Always happy to help. Let's take a look."

Big Mac removed his shirt and handed it over to Rarity. Her lips tightened when she realised it was one of his flannel shirts that she particularly loathed.

"Just give me a moment and I'll see what I can do. Wait here." 

The red stallion waited patiently while Rarity went out the back. If he had looked outside the nearby window he would have noticed her taking the shirt outside to her trash can. 

Then he would have noticed her throwing it into the can.

Then her lighting a match and throwing it into the trashcan as well.

Then her watching the flames for a good minute before replacing the lid to snuff the fire out. 

Though when she walked back in with a completely different shirt give her a questioning look.


"I'm afraid there was nothing I could about your old shirt," She explained. "Luckily I had a spare shirt in your size."

"Uh...thanks."

"Don't mention it darling."

Big Mac was about to get dressed when the bell on top of the front door rang.  In the doorway stood a blue mare with a white mane, big sunglasses and a truly perplexing black and white dress with pink trim. 

"I, Photo Finish have awived."

Big Mac's irises narrowed when he recognised the pony. It was the photographer from the Summer Wrap-Up Hoedown and Festival that had been obsessed with taking his picture in order to capture his essence.

While Big Mac was panicking, Rarity practically leapt with joy. 

"Photo Finish!" she said excitedly. "What brings you here."

"Him." Photo Finished replied as she pointed at Big Mac. 

"Me?" Big Mac asked in dismay.

"Him?" Rarity asked in a heartbroken whine.

Rather than reply Photo Finish zeroed in on the stallion. Before he had a chance to escape, Photo Finish had him pinned to a wall and was running her hands across his still bare chest.

"Yes, yes, yes such a physique, such awe-inspiring muscles, such pulsing masculinity," she commented. "You are truly an Alpha Male."

"Err...thanks?"

"You vill model for me."

"...what?"
> The Magics
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Fer da last time!” Big Mac snapped. “Ah ain’t interested in modelling for ya!”

Despite the stallion making it very clear he not intention starting a modelling career, Photo Finish seemed to be unable to accept that answer and had followed him all the way from the Carousel Boutique to Sweet Apple Acres, with Rarity following behind trying to defuse the situation.

“Darling, while I understand the appeal you see in him, maybe he isn’t the right person.”

“No, I must have him!” Photo Finished replied. 

“What da hay is going on here?!” Applejack walked up to the three. “Ah just finished putting da east field saplings down fer their nap and ya’ll are squawking up a storm. What’s all da commotion about?”

Feeling she was the most level headed at the moment, Rarity stepped in and explained the situation. By the end of the explanation, Applejack was looking on with a raised eyebrow. 

“Ya’ll want Big Mac ta be a model?” After getting an affirmative nod she turned to her brother. “So yer not interested?”

“Nope.”

“Ya tell her that?”

“Eeyup.”

“She not accepting no?”

“Nope.”

“Want me ta try?”

“Eeyup...please.”

“Ya go get started on of yer chores, ah’ll have a word with her, mare ta mare.”

“Thanks,” Big Mac said as he started to head towards the barn.

Photo Finish was about to follow but found her path blocked by the orange mare.

“Not so fast. My brother said no so ah’d appreciate it if ya backed off and respected his wishes.”

The photographer waved her hand dismissively. “He might be your brother but he is also the next star of my Apex exhibit.”

“The Apex exhibit?” Rarity asked. “You want him to star in your Apex exhibit?”  She let out a squeal of excitement. 

Applejack tilted her head. “What’s the Apex exhibit?”

“It’s the most daring and most talked about exhibit in Canterlot,” Rarity explained. “Every year Photo Finish uses the exhibit to explore and celebrate a range of subjects including sensuality, sexuality and the equine form.”

Applejack paused as she remembered that she had heard the name before.

“Wait, ain’t da apex exhibit da name of dat nude exhibit ya took us ta last year?”

“Don’t be so crass darling, yes the models are in various states of undress but it's about artistic expression.”

“YA’LL WANT MY BROTHER TO POSE NUDE?!!!”

Rarity took a tactical step back as Applejack looked ready to burst a blood vessel. 

“Now ya listen and listen good,” AJ said. “Da Apple family has self respect and we don’t take kindly to uppity mares dat can’t take a hint.” She closed the distance and used her height as an intimidation tactic. “So ya’ll better start taking no fer an answer we’re gonna have us a problem.”

Photo Finished stared at the farmer for a moment before letting out a disappointed sigh.

“Very vell, if you both feel so strongly I vill look elsewhere,” she pulled out a slip of paper. “But vould you at least give your brother this?”

“What is it?” AJ asked as she took the piece of paper.

“It’s the royalties that he’s owed from those pictures I took at the festival,” the photographer explained. “I vould have sent it sooner but your brother ran off before giving his contact details.”

Applejack looked down at the cheque and almost dropped it in shock.

“Yer paying my brother this much fer some photos ya took of him?!”

“Do not accuse me of underpaying him,” Photo Finish replied, misreading Applejack’s reaction. “Those pictures of him vere B-grade at best, relying on natural light and an uncooperative model.”

Applejack struck a pose that quite obviously was her trying to appear casual.

“So just fer curiosity's sake, how much would he make doing some A-grade stuff?”

Photo Finish shrugged. “It depends on how well the images go over with the public but a stallion like your brother could easily make twice as much on proper quality photos, three times if he agreed to do the Apex Exhibit.”

Applejacks mouth hung open.





Big Mac was in the barn, sharpening the axe when Applejack walked in.

“So ya managed ta kick that photographer ta da curb?”

Applejack rubbed the back of her neck. “About that, don’t ya think you were maybe a little hasty in turning her down?”

Big Mac looked up from the axe. “Excuse me?”

“Well ya know, it could be fun giving this modelling thing a go? I hear that it can be a real confidence booster. Plus if the pictures get printed that’s free publicity. Besides, ya got the body, why not enjoy da chance ta show it off?”

“And how much money is she offering?” He asked sceptically.

“What? Why do think ah…” Applejack instantly crumbled under his glare. “a cubic shit-tonne.”

The stallion let out a groan, he desperately wanted to put his head through one of the nearby walls. He loved his sister but her obsession with finding ways to earn more bits, far beyond the level that was required, really grated his nerves sometimes. He instead chose to hang up the axe.

“Firstly, watch yer language,” Big Mac scolded. “Secondly, what da fuck?!”

“Come on, all she wants to do is take some pictures. It’s not like she is wanting ta sleep with ya.”

“Ya come on,” Big Mac shot back. “It’s bad enough that Rarity is now obsessed with playing dress up everytime she sees me. Just imagine what sort of ridiculous outfits that photographer would have me wear.”

“Ah promise you, she does not want to put ya in a silly outfit.”

“What? Does she want me nude?” He asked sarcastically, he then noticed the pointed silence that filled the barn. “DAMN IT AJ!”

“Rarity says partially nude may be an option.”

“Ah don’t believe this,” Big Mac exclaimed. “Ya were even more against da idea of me being a stud than Ah was. Now yer saying Ah should pose nude for money. Was it just da price ya were against?”

“That ain’t fair Big Mac, I was against ya studding for yer own sake. I support ya whichever way ya decide to go on that. But just think what we can do with this money. We would actually be ahead for a change. Not be stuck relying on Cider season and Zap Apple Jam to stay above water.”

Big Mac resisted the urge to glare at his sister. She really wasn’t playing fair but having a decent cushion would certainly take the pressure off. Besides, as the least stubborn pony in Sweet Apple Acres, he knew he was not going to win a battle of wills against Applejack. It was better to admit defeat early and find a way to get a little payback.

“Fine.” 

“Oh come on just…what?” Applejack hadn’t immediately clicked onto what Big Mac had said.

“If this is going to help out the farm then ah will do it.” He then developed an evil grin. “Though since ah’m doing this I just thought of a way you could increase sales at the market tomorrow.”

“What?”





The apple stall was set up at the Thursday market as always but with a slight change.

Namely that Applejack was wearing an apron, a pair of panties and nothing else.

While the fabric of the white apron was thick enough to prevent her nipples poking through. However, in an effort to prevent side boob, she had tied it tighter than usual, causing it to snuggly hug her form. The panties she wore were a simple a white pair but still managed to highlight her toned legs and backside. 

“Ah’m going to kill ya,” Applejack said through grit teeth.

Big Mac simply smiled sweetly at his sister.

“Come on AJ, if ya kill me, how am I supposed to make my photo shoot? Besides, ya got the body, why not enjoy da chance to show it off?”

Applejack let out a growl that just caused Big Mac's grin to widen. 

“I’m gonna go unload the rest of the wagon. Remember, service with a smile.”

“Trust me, apples ain’t da only thing that’s gonna get served.” 

Big Mac started to unload the cart when he noticed Fluttershy walking past. 

“Hi Fluttershy.”

“Hi Big Mac,” She then noticed Applejack. “Oh my, is this another one of your bets?”

“Something like that,” Big Mac admitted. He then recalled something.  “Hey, you modelled for Photo Finish, what was it like?”

“It was...overwhelming,” Fluttershy replied. “She is really good at what she does but she can be quite forceful in getting what she wants.”

Big Mac nodded, he remembered his impromptu session at the festival. 

“So do you regret it?”

“Well the fame itself was exhausting but being a model was certainly a unique experience.”

Big Mac nodded, that certainly made sense.

“I mean it's not like I had to pose nude,” She continued. “That would be shameful.”

Big Mac’s eyes narrowed. “You already know, don’t you?”

“A little bird might have told me,” she admitted with a faint smile.

“Was it Mr blue jay?” Big Mac demanded. “Because ah'm really getting sick of him invading my privacy like that.”

“I’ll have a word with him,” Fluttershy promised. “Oh dear.”

While the two had been talking, Dumb Bell, one of the pegasus stallions that had tormented Fluttershy, had stopped by.

“Why hello there. That’s a good look for you.”

“Yeah, yeah so how can ah help ya.”

Dumb Bell wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Well since you’re offering…”

“Aren’t you worried about the, ahem, 'attention' Applejack will be receiving?” Fluttershy asked.

“Not really, most ponies know to be respectful to mah sister.” Big Mac said as took the last crate of apples of the cart.

“RWARK!!”

“And da ones that don’t will learn quickly.”

He casually carried that the crate the stall where AJ had grabbed Dumb Bell by the throat and lifted him off the ground single handed.

“Care ta repeat that ya side winder!”

Dumb Bell probably wouldn’t have repeated himself even if he wasn’t being choked. It was clear to Big Mac that if he didn’t do something, AJ might not stop. So after unpacking the crate, straightening the sign and checking for dirt under his fingernails he finally spoke up.

“Uh...AJ?”

“AH’M SMILING!”

While this was technically true, AJ’s smile was more manic than welcoming.

“Sis, ah think he gets da message. Let him go.”

AJ glared at his brother for a moment before releasing her grip. Dumb Bell fell to the ground and after several deep breaths, he crawled away as fast as he could.

Big Mac nodded before checking the time. “Well, ah guess ah’d better go hold up my part of the deal.” He turned back to Fluttershy. “Mind keeping an eye on AJ? I don’t mind her putting anypony that gets a little grabby in their place but we really don’t want to have to ask the Princess to pardon a murder charge.”

“Agreed.”

As he left, Mr and Mrs Cake arrived to buy some produce. They did a double take when they noticed AJ.

“Sweet apple pie!” Mrs Cake exclaimed. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know, honey bun, but we better make sure Pinkie doesn’t see this.”

Right on cue Pinkie appeared. 

“Mr Cake, remember that rule you made that where I couldn’t serve customers in just an apron unless Applejack did it first?”

Both Mr and Mrs Cake started to panic until Mrs Cake got an idea.

“Wait Pinkie, Applejack is still wearing panties. The rule still holds.”

Pinkie rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

“Give me a moment.”

She then raced over to Applejack

“WHAT THE…?!”

THUNK!

Pinkie returned to the Cakes, now sporting a black eye.

“It appears that my efforts have been thwarted by Applejack’s phenomenal reflexes and applaudable right cross. Before I lose consciousness might I recommend you purchase managed funds for both Pound and Pumpkin that focuses on diversified, high-risk investments that will see better returns over a longer period of time.”

Pinkie then collapsed to the ground.





Big Mac arrived at the studio. Having had some time to stew, two sides of his mind were battling it out. 

One side was the somewhat jaded acceptance that this had somehow become his life, the other was seriously considering using a nearby door to break his hand. This side was eventually silenced not so much by how much that would hurt but by the realisation that Photo Finish would probably have him to do the shoot even if he had a broken hand.

With the absence of better ideas (having a nearby cart run over his leg doesn’t count), he walked in. 

But before he made it to the reception he was cut off by Photo Finish barging in.

“The new star has arrived. Ve go!”

Next thing he knew he was shoved into a dressing a room and told to strip.

“Ah was told partial nudity was an option.”

“You vere told vrong.” Photo finished replied. “Now strip.”

Big Mac gave out beleaguered sigh as he stripped. As soon as he was naked, a group of makeup mares closed in and started assaulting him with various styling products. The mare with the blush, in particular, seemed to have it out for him.

Finally, he was pushed out in front of some lights.

“Now ve begin!” Photo finish said as she readied her camera.

It was then as the camera was flashing It was then that realisation sunk in for the red farmer. He was naked in front of at least a dozen strangers and no one one had told what he was meant to be doing.

“Uh…so what exactly am ah doing?” 

“You’re helping me create the magics!”

“Could ya be more specific?”

Rather than get a reply, Big Mac was bombarded with a bunch of flashing lights.

Photo Finish would yell commands at him and he would try his best to follow them. It got a little harder when a big fan was turned on.

After the fan was turned off, a whole bunch of stuff was thrown at him. Literally, thrown at him. 

Some of the things were fine like the fire fighter hat and the beret. 

The axe had felt uncalled for.

He had mixed feelings about the live puppy. It was cute but he didn’t like the idea of it being used as a projectile.  

The live snake was really where he had to draw the line.

“No, no, no,” Photo Finish finally exclaimed. “This is all vrong! Vhere is the passion? Vhere is the spirit?”

Big Mac just stared at the photographer, honestly not sure if she wanted an answer or if she was being rhetorical. 

“LEAVE US!” She suddenly exclaimed.

Well, that was dismissal whenever Mac heard one. He clasped his hands together, tried not to look too pleased.

“Thank ya for ya time,” he said with a slight bow of the head.

Though as he was started to head towards getting his clothes, Photo finish put a hand on his chest.

“You stay, everyone else, go!”

Within 10 seconds, the entire room was cleared, leaving only Big Mac and Photo Finish.

The mare promptly started to pacing back and forth. Big Mac knew that was never a good sign. 

“Listen Ms Finish... this is new territory fer me. Ah don’t really know what Ah should be doing.”

“It’s not about doing. It’s about being.”

Big Mac gave the photographer a flat look. “Yeah, that really clears things up.”

“You have the magics.” Photo Finish continued. “I have seen it. But seeing it is not enough. I must grasp it firmly. In you is a seed of brilliance that is asleep. I must arouse your seed.”

“Ya must arouse my seed?”

“Yes, I must arouse it. I vill tease and coax it, even be more forceful if I must. And vhen it is aroused I vill pump that seed until it comes forth, showering all in your magnificent seed.”

Big Mac stared at her, manage about five blinks before being able to talk to her.

“Yer fucking with me right now, ain’t ya?”

Photo Finish tilted her head slightly. “Fucking? Yes! That is it! Ve fuck.”

“Wait, what?!”

“It is the best vay to unlocked your spirit is to fuck.”

“Woah, hold up,” Big Mac said. “Ah came to model. Banging wasn’t in the job the description.” 

“You are stud, yes?”

Big Mac mentally cursed that he hadn’t left the stud ring at home.

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“And fucking is vhat studs do, yes?”

Big Mac’s left ear twitched but after a moment he let out the defeated sigh. The maybe it was the day he was having, maybe it was the fact he was already naked, maybe it was the possible concussion from the flowers that had been thrown at him, vase and all, but he just couldn’t muster the will start an argument on this.

“Ya know what? Fine, but ah’m charging extra for this.”

Rather than reply, Photo Finish simply pounced. 

Soon she was all over Big Mac, placing kisses and licks all across his exposed flesh. 

“Yes, so might, so majestic.” She cooed before grabbing both of his butt cheeks. “So firm.”

Finally she took a step back undid her dress. Letting it drop to the floor.

With the puffy dress out of the way, Big Mac could see her slender build. She wasn’t malnourished, she just had a very lean frame. Her chest was an A-Cup and her hips were almost non-existent but everyone was still looked so smooth and enticing. It was certainly a body that was well looked after. 

“Yes?” She asked, placing had on her hip expectantly. 

“Eeyup.” Big Mac replied. 

She chuckled as she undid her bra and let that fall to the ground as well. Big Mac had a moment to admire the small but perky mounds before she took his hands and placed them on her chest. 

Taking the hint, Big Mac started to massage the soft flesh and play with the nipples. If there was one thing Big Mac loved about small breasts it was what they lacked in size they more than made up for in sensitivity. 

Even with the lightest touch was enough to draw out delicious moans of pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes, NO!” She suddenly exclaimed, pushing the stallion away.

Big Mac was confused by this.

“Did I do something wr…” Before he was able to finish that sentence, Photo Finish pushed him against a nearby wall. She took off her panties and grabbed hold his penis. She lifted a knee and rested it on the wall as she lined his penis up with her wet opening. 

She slide in with a single motion, letting out a content sigh as it filled her. Once ready she pulled back a bit before driving herself back on the rod. She then pulled back again before repeating the process.

Slowly the two started to build a rhythm.

“Yes, yes, yes, NO!”

She then stopped and, with a great degree of gymnastic ability, managed to turn around, keeping Big Mac’s dick inside her but now with her back to the stallion.

She started riding him again. Big Mac taking the time to play with her nipples again.

“Yes, yes, yes, NO!”

She stopped as soon as she had started. What followed next felt like a wrestling move, resulting in Big Mac being flat on his back on the ground.

As he got his bearings back, Photo Finish lined herself up and started riding Big Mac in the reverse cowgirl position. Her lean body bouncing up and down on top of the large stallion.

“Yes, yes, yes, NO!”

Photo Finish stopped riding Big Mac and started to get up, obviously wanting to find another position. Finally having enough, Big Mac grabbed hold of her and pinned her to the ground.

“Listen,” he said. “How about we pick one position and actually stick to it long enough to get a rhythm going?”

“Yes,” she cooed. “Take charge, be a stallion.”

Realising he was in a good position already, he lined his member before driving it into her warm centre. He continued to thrust into her.”  

“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She said, hoping to drive on the stallion. 

Things seemed to go well until she slapped him across the face.

“What da hay was that fer?!”

The only response she gave a was back hand across the face.

“That is uncalled fer!”

She then slapped him across the face again.

Big Mac let out a frustrated roar as he punched ground beside her head. There was a loud crack as the force of the punch was enough put a dent in the ground.

“STOP SLAPPING ME!!”

“Yes!” Photo Finish exclaimed. “That is the magics! Ve go!”

Suddenly Photo Finish pushed off Big Mac. By the time he sat up she was fully dressed.

“What?”

“Get up, Big McIntosh,” she ordered. “Ve must unleash your seed vhile it is properly aroused.”

“That’s what ah was trying ta do,” he argued but when he saw the rest of the crew had already come back in. As he was mauled by the make-up mares again he realised resistance was futile

Soon he was again being placed in various poses and positions as well as having random objects thrown at him, only this time he was dealing with the arousal laden frustration of being interrupted mid coitus. Though at least the erection died down slightly so he was only doing the shoot semi hard..

At last things seemed to wrapping up. 

“Now for the final close ups,” The photographer snapped her fingers. “Finish him.”

“Wait what?” Big Mac asked, he then noticed the makeup mare that had gone at him with a blusher brush walk up to him. “Do ah need a touch up?”

“Something like that,” she replied before grabbing his dick.

“What da…?”

Rather than respond the mare dropped to her knees so she was level with Big Mac’s member. Due to the previous unresolved activity, it only took a couple of pumps from the mare to get him fully hard. 

When that happened she leant forward and took the head of his dick in her mouth. Alternating between lightly sucking the tip and rolling her tongue.

Though as much as Big Mac would have liked to stay there and just enjoy it, he couldn’t let go of the fact he was being sucked off in a crowded room for no discernible reason. 

“Is there…” he paused to let a low moan. “...is there a point to this?”

“Yes Big Mac, ve must capture the ultimate raw emotion,” Photo Finished explained. "Now give me your climax!”

While normally Big Mac would rationalise that this hadn’t been agreed upon, the rational side of his brain was starting to take a back seat as the makeup mare continued her ministrations. 

In the end, he decided that since he was already charging extra for this he might as well enjoy it.

While the makeup mare only took the head of the dick in her, using her tongue and lips to tease it, she also started to pump the shafted with her hand. She kept a firm grip as she worked her hand up and down his length.

Just when he thought he couldn’t handle much more, she reached under with her other hand and started to play with his balls. She fondled the fleshy orbs, exploring their shape and the responses it was getting. 

By this point, Big Mac was so lost in the sensation to care that Photo Finish had closed in the distance to get close up shots, the camera flashing in his face almost constantly. 

“Yes, yes, yes” she encouraged. “Show that pleasure, you are in absolute sensual bliss. Now, show me your climax.”

Big Mac groaned in pleasure. He was close. The makeup mare seemed to realise this too as she increased tempo she was jacking him off and increased the suction she was applying to the tip.

The stallion’s entire body shudder as finally climaxed, filling the makeup mare’s mouth with his juices. 

He stood there, enjoying the post climax high as the mare removed the now soft member from her mouth.

When he started to come down, he noticed the camera had stopped flashing.

“And ve are done.” Photo Finish exclaimed.

She put the camera away and approached the stallion.

“Thank you Big McIntosh,” she said as she leaned in to kiss both cheeks. “You vere a pleasure to vork vith.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Big Mac answered.

“I’ll say,” the makeup replied after swallowing.

Big Mac was finally lead back to the dressing room to get the product removed from his body. Though rather than the full makeup trope to do it, it was just the mare that had just been blowing him.

Big Mac sat in silence (shocking I know), while he let the mare get to work, honestly not sure what to say after what had happened. 

“There,” she finally said. “All clean. Though you may want to take a shower when you get home.”

“Thanks,” Big Mac replied before to ask.“So does a Photo Finish often ask ya to...ya know?”

“Less often than you’d think, more often than you’d expect.” she replied.

Not sure what to say, Big Mac responded with “Uh huh.”

The makeup mare shrugged. “I worked as a fluffer to pay for beauty school so I don’t spend nearly as much time touching dicks as I used to."

Big Mac responded with another, “Uh huh.”

“I still have a few connections in the scene if you’re looking to branch out,” she offered.

“No thanks, ah'm good,” Big Mac replied.

She took a napkin and wrote on it before giving it to the stallion. 

“Here’s my contact details in case you change your mind...or if you feel like returning the favour.” She added with a wink. 

As she walked out, Big Mac gave the best response he could think of.

“Uh huh.”





A mare walked through the market ringing a bell, signalling ponies that the market day was finished and that it was time to close shop.

“Finally,” Applejack groaned. “Ah can get dressed and put this whole thing behind me.”

“Come on Applejack,” Fluttershy admonished. “It wasn’t that bad. And by the looks of it, you had a successful day. Maybe you should do this more often.”

“Not on yer life,” Apple Jack retorted before checking the remaining stock.

She then re-checked the stock and got the same result as before.

There was only a third as much stock left over as there normally was.

“This is could all be a coincidence. It don’t mean nothing.” She muttered to herself before open the money box and saw that it also looked significantly fuller than usual too. “Ya know maybe we should try this again next week. Just to make sure today wasn’t a fluke.”