Big Mac catches the eyes of the mares of Ponyville, who are determined to have their way with him.
The mares of Ponyville have their eyes set on Big Mac, one of the nicest, most handsome, and submissive ponies there is. Big Mac doesn't know what to make of the situation: Should he roll with it or feel ashamed not not being able to take charge of his sex life?
Inspired by a picture done by Lil'-miss-Jay, the maker of the Lil'-miss-Rarity Tumblr. Characters are in anthro style.
This is my first attempt at any fan-fiction, let alone anything erotic. Help and advice would be appreciated.
WARNING: Contains Big Mac making sweet pony love to various female characters.
Wednesday morning, and Big Mac was up before sunrise. Usually this was a normal occurrence, but today it was for a bad reason. Late Monday afternoon he had been apple-bucking when he shook a dead limb loose from a tree and it hit him square in the right shoulder blade. He gut it out for the rest of the day, but he had stubbornly worked through the pain on Tuesday, and now he was really regretting it. He wasn’t sure if he had slept at all last night because any way he tried to settle in would just hurt. He couldn’t lay on his back or right side and it didn’t feel natural to sleep on his stomach so he had to constantly shift on his left.
All morning he dragged his hooves because no matter what he did made his shoulder and back throb with pain. Even something as simple as putting on his shirt or pulling up his pants seemed to take a torturous age. Finally he dragged himself down the stairs and to the kitchen. Everyone else was halfway through breakfast already, oatmeal with apple slices. Granny Smith and Applejack were reading different sections of the paper while Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were reminiscing about some adventure of theirs.
Wait…Scootaloo..?
Big Mac did a slow face palm. He had just remembered that Apple Bloom and her friends had broken the sheep’s fence in an attempt to get their cutie-marks. What made it worse was that it reminded him of all the different chores he had to do today. Work never bothered him, but now with his shoulder it seemed like a death sentence.
“’Morning, Mac, shoulder still bothering ya?” asked Applejack.
Big Mac pulled his chair up to his place and replied with an “Eeyup.” After a slow breakfast of trying to eat with his left hand, he finally pushed himself up to try and get things underway. He dragged his way towards the front door to get his work vest from the coat rack. When he reached the halfway point there was a knock at the door.
“Good morning,” Rarity said cheerfully as he answered. She then noticed who answered the door and her voice showed more worry. “Oh, Big Mac. I heard about what happened. How are you feeling?” Big Mac didn’t answer; he just shifted his eyes and rubbed his side with his unaffected hand.
“Morning, Rarity. I wasn’t expecting to see you today. What brings you by our neck of the woods?” asked Applejack.
“Well,” said Rarity, sounding a bit annoyed as she tugged Sweetie Belle out from hiding behind her, “Sweetie Belle told me about the little ‘fiasco’ she was a part of yesterday, so I brought her by to see if she could help out on the farm today to make up for it.”
“I said I was sorry!” whined Sweetie Belle, “To Applejack and the sheep!”
“Hi, Sweetie Belle!” chanted Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle ran off to join them and the three were soon busy taking about what they were going to do today. Applejack chuckled while Rarity rolled her eyes. Rarity noticed that Big Mac was still standing there not even trying to hide his discomfort.
Rarity suddenly got a flash of inspiration. “Oh! I know what will make your feel better Big Mac; I’m on my way to meet Fluttershy at the spa for our weekly get-together. I know it makes me feel a lot better after a few hard days of work.”
Sensing that Big Mac wasn’t quite sure what to make of the offer, Applejack stepped in, “I don’t know Rarity. The Apple Family ain’t into all that ‘papering’ business.”
Rarity giggled, “Oh, don’t be silly. Big Mac wouldn’t be with us, he could just soak for a while in a hot bath to relax that poor shoulder of his. It works wonders on my hooves after I’ve been standing all day.”
“Well…If that’s the case maybe you should give it a try,” offered Applejack. “Besides, it beats not doing anything about it.”
“Aw, pony-feathers!” squawked Granny Smith, walking over to Big Mac after finishing the dishes. “If there’s one thing us Apples are, it’s tough! You just wait. Big Mac here will make it through the day and be right as rain tomorrow, isn’t that right boy?!” She gave him a hardy slap on the back as she finished.
Big Mac’s resulting shout seemed to shake the entire farm. The three girls clasped their hands over their ears while Applejack and Rarity cringed. Even Granny Smith, who normally didn’t seem bothered by anything, grimaced. She then backed off as Big Mac stared daggers at her.
Applejack broke the awkward silence afterword, “Alright, let me rephrase that; you NEED to give the spa a try. I’m not sure my ears can take another one of those.”
“What about my work list?” Big Mac might not have felt very tough, but he was still dedicated to his job.
“Oh, I’m sure one of us will find some time to fix that old fence.”
Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle’s eyes lit up. “CUTIE-MARK CRUSADER FENCE FIXERS! YAY!” and they bolted out the back door to the barn to grab some tools.
“Applejack hurried out the way the three left, “Uh, I better go and make sure no pony and nothing gets hurt. Y’all have a nice time at the spa.”
“Eeyup,” and with that, Big Mac turned to follow Rarity out the front.
All the way there Rarity went on and on about all of the great services the spa offered and how wonderful she always felt afterwards. Big Mac pretended to pay attention, his mind was still occupied by the pain in his back and shoulder. Once they reached Ponyville they must have been stopped at least three times by passersby, wondering what Big Mac was doing in town or concerned about his shoulder. Big Mac let Rarity do all the talking, he just wanted to get this over with and go back to the farm. After what felt like an age they finally reached the spa. Big Mac had walked by many times before but had never actually been inside. From the outside, it looked like every other building in Ponyville, but now that he was actually going in he felt a bit of trepidation.
Fluttershy was already there reading a magazine and looked up when she heard the front door open. “Oh, good afternoon Rarity. I was wondering if everything was alright.” Big Mac then stepped through the door. His eyes went wide once he stepped inside. The spa was immaculate; it was by far the fanciest place he had ever been in. It almost seemed like an oasis that you would hear or read about in stories. Big Mac then stated to wonder if he had brought enough money with him to pay for this. Fluttershy’s focus and tone shifted to Big Mac. “Oh, Big Mac. I’ve been so worried.” She started to get a little close and hovered by his shoulder, “I hope you are okay. Is there anything I can do? Maybe you should go to the hospital. Maybe Twilight can use her magic to heal you.” She would have kept going on but finally Rarity spoke up.
“Actually, Fluttershy, that’s why he’s here today,” she turned to the pink earth pony with blue hair at the desk, “We’ll have the usual, and our friend would like a relaxing bath for his poor shoulder.”
“But of course,” replied the clerk with a thick Eastern European accent, and Fluttershy and Rarity headed off to one side behind the desk. She jotted down a few things in her long and turned her attention to Big Mac. “So, is this your first time at our establishment?”
“Eeyup.”
“Ah, well my name is Aloe, and I hope you enjoy your time today. If you would just head this way to the back my sisters will get you taken care of.” She gestured to a door at the end of a short hall on the opposite side of her desk. Big Mac nodded in appreciation and made his way there.
Once through, he was greeted by a cream-colored pony with purple hair who he swore was a carbon-copy of the clerk. With the exception of the hair and body color every detail was the same, from the style of hair and headband, to the short white dresses they were wearing. “Hello. My name is Vera, and you are?” Her voce was almost the same as well.
“I’m Big Mac.”
“Nice to meet you. You can change and shower up right over here,” She motioned to some rooms with slatted doors. As Big Mac turned she added, “Would you like a pair of trunks?”
“What?” It was a question he had never expected to hear.
“Oh, I’m surprised Aloe didn’t explain it to you. The spa is ‘clothing optional’. We don’t have any appointments for the colts half today so you’ll be alone if you wish to partake of this feature.”
Being as reserved as he was, Big Mac didn’t have to think twice about it. “Trunks please.”
I the changing room Big Mac found himself again wondering why he had come. If Rarity had told him about all of the stipulations involved he might have refused, especially now since he had to take off all the clothes that pained him so much to put on. The trunks he was given were plain, white and about as featureless as you could imagine, but they got the job done. He started to wonder if Rarity and Fluttershy had worn their suits under their outfits, or just went without, because he could never see Rarity wearing something as plain as this. He then realized where his imagination may be heading and quickly put the thought out of his mind.
Next came the shower, which was something else he couldn’t wrap his head around. Wasn’t the point of a bath to get clean? So why did he have to wash beforehand? He did like the concept of the shower though, much more efficient than the normal Apple Family method of dumping a bucket of water over your head. Afterword he asked Vera why go through the fuss and bother of showering if the bath was going to do the job anyway. “The bath is just for relaxation and treatment of the skin; there is no soap involved. Besides, I don’t think our patrons would like sharing the water with another ponies dirt.” Having shared baths with Winona before it still didn’t make much sense, but then again, he wasn’t the spa’s usual customer.
Vera then showed him to the bath, a large wooden tank with several hot water inlets located around the sides. Just as Vera had said there was no one else there. It suited Big Mac just fine, he wasn’t much for conversation and even less so with his injury. “Please come get any of us if you need anything,” Vera said with a smile, “I’ll leave you to get comfortable.” With that she turned and walked out leaving Big Mac by himself.
Big Mac slowly made his way into the tub. They weren’t kidding about the hot part, it almost seemed like it was ready to start boiling. He eventually made his way over to a submerged bench along the perimeter and stat down. The second he let the bench take his weight, it seemed like every muscle in his body went limp. The heat made pain in his back and shoulder melt away as if it was made of ice. When she first suggested it, he had thought that Rarity was just spitting out a bunch of nonsense, but now he saw that she really knew what she was talking about. He leaned, back closed his eyes and let his mind go blank.
Suddenly, a voice caught his attention. “Sorry to bother you, just bringing in something to drink.” Big Mac sat up and looked towards the door. A blue pony with pink hair walked over to the edge of the tub carrying a tray with a small cup and pot. Again, everything about her except for the color of her hair and body was the same. She set the tray down by the edge within arm’s-reach of Big Mac. “Some herbal tea to help you unwind some. Enjoying the bath so far?”
“Eeyup.” He wasn’t together enough to try and think of a more tactful way of phrasing his next question, “How many sisters are there?”
The spa pony giggled, “The three of us are triplets; Aloe, Vera and I’m Lotus. Don’t worry; we get that question quite a bit. I’ll go let you relax, please let me know if you need anything else.” Big Mac nodded thanks and Lotus smiled and left.
Big Mac eyed the cup and its contents carefully, remembering the last time he was given a drink he didn’t ask for. Much as they mean well, the Cutie-Mark Crusaders sure knew how to make a pony’s day a pain. Big Mac grabbed the cup and held it under his nose; it smelled normal enough. Hesitantly he took a sip; nothing seemed to happen and it tasted like it should. He swallowed and let a moment pass…again, nothing happened. Finally convinced it was okay to drink, he finished two cups before settling back in. He didn’t know much time he would be allowed in here, but for the moment he wished it was for eternity; he had never felt more relaxed in his life.
He was roused from his state by a soft voice, “Mr. Big Mac? Are you alright?” He came to and saw that it was Aloe kneeled down close to him.
“Oh, hello. I must have nodded off,” he said groggily, "What time is it?”
“It’s about 2:00. You’ve been in their almost four hours,” she replied. Big Mac couldn’t believe it had been that long; for him it all seemed to pass in a flash. Aloe spoke up again, “You need to get out of all the hard minerals in the water and oil up.”
“What!?!” said Big Mac in honest surprise. Showering before the bath was foreign enough to him, but this was just downright bizarre.
“You see,” explained Aloe, “while the minerals and salts in the bath water are good for helping ponies relax, they tend to dry out the skin quite a bit. Particularly if you’ve been in the bath for as long a time as you have. A normal bath only goes about half an hour.” Big Mac gave her a puzzled look; he still didn’t know what to make of the situation. Aloe was insistent however, “It’s just olive oil and will only take a few minutes. Believe me, if you don’t get some moisture on your skin now you’ll be feeling it this evening.”
Big Mac pulled himself out of the tub. He moved his right arm around a bit to test his shoulder and back and was glad to feel that they were almost back to normal. Despite the peculiar traditions of the spa, it seemed to work. He dried himself off and followed Aloe to a door at the end of the changing rooms. Inside it was obviously a massage parlor with four padded tables and shelves of oils, liquids and all sorts of gadgets, none of which Big Mac had a clue about. Vera and Lotus were placing a towel over one of the benches in preparation for him.
To try and help ease his mind, Aloe got the bottle of oil they would be using to show to him. A little more at ease, Big Mac laid down on the table face first, glad that it wasn’t any smaller. The table smelled of all kinds of perfumes and the covering was slick. Even with no experience in this sort of thing he could tell that the table had been well used.
The triplets then set about rubbing oil all over him. They ran all around his arms and up and down his legs and sides. They were gentle near his sore shoulder but firm on the rest of his back and neck. Big Mac again found himself just wanting it to be over. He didn’t particularly care for other ponies touching him unless it was a hug or something similar, and having more than one just made him that much more uneasy. But the spa ponies and been forward and patient with him for his first visit and they were just doing their job, so he decided he would suck it up for now. Besides, with three of them it should go faster.
Then came the thing Big Mac didn’t want to hear. “Could you please remove your trunks so we can get that area?” asked Vera. Here voice sounded completely straight, like a doctor asking her patient to do the same thing.
Big Mac had put up with some unusual things today, but he wasn’t going to let this be one of them. He pushed himself up and rolled over. “Can’t I just do that by my sel…”
Big Mac’s eyes shot wide. The triplets were all stark naked apart from their headbands and looming over him; Aloe up by the head of the table with Vera and Lotus at his sides. They all really did look like pallet-swapped versions of one another, even their cutie-marks were the same. There was no doubt that they were some of the cutest ponies he had ever seen. They were thin, but still curvy and gifted with ample breasts. His eyes darting around, he noticed that they must have shaved because between their legs they were perfectly bare. They all stared at him with anticipation in their eyes.
Aloe came around to him and put her hands on his chest and leaned in so close that here breasts pressed against him. “We insist,” she said seductively and she surprised him by kissing him and forced him back down flat against the table. Normally Big Mac could have easily resisted, but the shock of everything coupled with how relaxed he had been seemed to sap away his strength. At the same time, Vera and Lotus each grabbed one side of his trunks and pulled them down his legs, aided by the oil they had rubbed on earlier. Big Mac realized they must have done this before because they had the procedure down to an art.
With Aloe still pinning him, Vera and Lotus took a second to admire what they had to work with. By any standard, Big Mac was a fine specimen. His work kept him well-toned and Granny Smith’s cooking and care kept him healthy and hearty. If he was more socially outgoing he could quite easily get any mare he wanted. Their eyes then fixated on his hardening black manhood. Just like Big Mac, it was bigger than most of the ones they got in the spa, with a nice fleshy ring around the middle. Vera chuckled to herself, “The quiet ones always have the best cocks don’t they?”
Lotus was more intent on actually using it than making snide comments. She pried his legs open as to have easier access. She gently took Big Mac’s manhood with her hand and held it vertical. She began to nuzzle and kiss it to bring it to full hardness. At the same time, Vera playfully licked the tip of his cock before taking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and teased the opening as well as the bottom were the head met the shaft.
Big Mac grunted into Aloe’s kiss and tensed up. Realizing that her part was done, Aloe broke the kiss and stood up. She licked her lips and couldn’t help but grin as she watched Big Mac squirm and his muscles flex. Wanting in on the action, Aloe kissed one of his black nipples and gently played with it using her teeth and tongue. Big Mac groaned under the assault; it felt good, but he had never felt so powerless.
Aloe then moved down to join her sisters. Lotus had stared to lick the side of his shaft and pumped it with her hand, particularly around the firm meaty ring. Vera had begun to suck harder and was bobbing her head up and down. Aloe licked the bottom of his shaft where it met his body, she also set to work fondling and sucking his large red balls. She was so excited that she could hardly help but slip her hand down between her legs.
Big Mac’s mind was blur of physical sensations. It was each of them battling to stand out that had allowed Big Mac to last as long as he had. He propped himself up on the table using his elbows in a feeble effort to find a way out of what he was sure was going to happen. Eyes clenched shut, he pleaded, “If… you keep… this…up… I’ll…” He opened one eye and saw the triplets’ three sets of blue eyes gazing back into his. Vera grabbed the top of his shaft with one hand and pulled it out of her mouth. She then cupped her other hand over the head of his cock.
“Good,” she said in a quiet but forward voice, and she vigorously rubbed the tip of his head for a second. It was more than Big Mac could take. He groaned and he fell back against the table and arched his back. Aloe and Lotus pulled their heads back but held onto him. Vera gave an almost wicked smile and kept her hand over the opening of his cock. Big Mac had never came so hard in his life, his vision went white and his ears began ringing. Vera’s hand caused his ample amounts of spunk to dribble down the sides of his shaft like a fountain. After four good spurts Big Mac was spent. He slumped back down onto the table and panted, trying to catch his breath.
The triplets immediately set to work getting him clean. Aloe and Lotus lapped up the spunk that has poured down the side of his shaft like kittens around a bowl of milk. Vera placed her lips over the opening of his still hard cock. She took her finger and pushed on bottom side of his shaft by his balls and ran it up all the way to the head, sucking up the spunk that was left in it like his cock was a giant meaty straw. In less than a minute they had licked him clean with his cock still wet and shiny with their saliva. It still throbbed and refused to shrink. The triplets smiled as they saw that he could still go for round two. Big Mac couldn’t believe his own stamina; he had never wanted this, but his body was ready for more.
“He’s probably the best one we’ve ever had,” said Lotus; her eyes were still locked on Big Mac’s member. “Who gets to go first?”
“Aloe,” Vera answered, “She was the one to greet him. It’s our rule”
“But I’m already close!” Aloe whined. Big Mac looked over and saw that she had some juices on the inside of her thighs.
“It’s your own fault,” said Lotus, “You shouldn’t play with yourself while sucking him.”
“Humph!” Aloe pouted, “Next time we get a stallion in I’m not telling you so I can have him to myself!”
Aloe climbed onto the table straddled Big Mac with her back facing him. She leaned forward and gently pushed his cock up to her pussy. He slid in easily as she sat up thanks to her juices and the triplets having licked him clean. Aloe moaned as she forced his cock deeper, “He’s so big! I can’t take it all the way!” She stopped once she reached his cock’s ring.
Aloe then started to bounce up and down on him. Aloe apparently didn’t have much control over her urges because a few second in she started to rub her clit and squeeze her breast. Big Mac could hardly believe this was happening. In truth, he was a little worried. When he was younger he had gone a few sessions on the outskirts of the farm with girls who fancied him, but he had never had more than one partner at a time. Twice in one go seemed a lot for him, and Vera and Lotus apparently still had their turns.
But Aloe’s earlier statement proved to be true. About a minute later she could hold out no longer. She lifted herself up and brought herself down in one forceful motion. It was enough to force her lips over the ring in Big Mac’s cock, having it slam into her clit as it did. It sent her over the edge and her pussy squeezed down on Big Mac as she cried in ecstasy. Fortunately, the break before she got on him had allowed Big Mac some time to steel himself. Coupled with how short Aloe’s time was, he was nowhere near ready to cum again.
Aloe breathed out as she fell backwards landing on Big Mac’s chest. She panted as she pulled his head close with one hand while still using the other to play with herself. After a few seconds Vera spoke up, “All right, you’ve had your fun. Now get him ready so that I can have him.”
Aloe scowled at Vera, “Give a sister a break! I just had one of my best orgasms ever! It’s not like he’s going anywhere.” She pulled herself upright again and stood up. She gave a slight moan as he slid out of her, his cock falling against his belly with a wet slap. She hopped of the table and turned back to him. With the same efficiency as before, she licked all of her juices off of him. Had it not felt so good, Big Mac would have thought the practice was a bit sick, but Aloe didn’t seem bothered by it at all.
Now it was Vera’s turn. “Oh, this is going to be good…” she grinned. Big Mac felt a little timid; he was submissive and Vera knew it. What’s more was that she was the leader of the sisters, and now, she had full authority over Big Mac. She wasted no time climbing onto the table, this time facing his chest. She firmly grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against her lips. “I hope you’re ready for this,” and she forced herself down on him. His size must have caught her off guard because her wicked expression quickly faded as she squinted her eyes and bit her lip. Again, she reached the ring in his shaft before stopping and letting out a pleased moan.
Vera put on her rape-face again, and started riding him. After finding the right pace she started to play with her breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. All the while she taunted Big Mac, “Do you like me playing with my tits while I fuck you?” and “I can’t wait to cum all over your big cock!” and other similar statements. Big Mac just stared up at her. Much like how he didn’t like gossip while he was working, he didn’t like dirty talk while he was having sex. His way was to get things done with as little conversation as possible.
Vera lasted about twice as long as Aloe had. Vera started to speed up and arched her back and neck. “Oh shit! I’m about to cum!” Big Mac had been put off enough by her flapping her jaw that he was completely coherent and in no danger of climax. He decided that he was going to have the last word so in tandem with her forcing herself down he thrusted upwards slightly. Vera was caught completely off guard; her eyes shot open and she gasped as his cock-ring slid inside her. She shuttered as an orgasm rocked her body and then slumped over like she was dead-tired.
“Serves you right for being so over-confident,” said Lotus, she and Aloe laughed. Vera glared at her sisters while Big Mac allowed himself an accomplished grin. Vera grabbed his cock and pulled it out of her with a pop, and set right to work getting in clean for Lotus, who he noticed was putting some oil down her front.
At first, he thought that Lotus was going give him a tit-fuck, but she climbed up on the table to join him. Rather than jumping on him the moment she got up, Lotus lay on his left side and played with is hair with one hand while stroking his cock with the other. She gave him gentle kisses on the cheek and the nape of his neck while she ran her slender fingers up and down his shaft, occasionally pressing her long fingernails into his firm meat. Big Mac again tensed; it seemed Lotus knew how to put the pleasure of her partner over her own.
After a minute of this, Lotus rolled over onto Big Mac’s broad chest. She slid back and forth a few times, making him slick with the oil she had put on her breasts and stomach and rubbed her clit and pussy lips over his cock. She then reached back and propped him up so the next time she went back he would slide into her. He went in easily between the angle and how wet she was. For a second he wondered why she was so wet, but then realized it must have been from watching her sisters. Lotus let out soft moans and gently rocked her hips as she slid back and forth on him, her hands grabbing the tops of his shoulders.
This was how Big Mac liked to make love; with the quiet and their bodies pressed together, it just felt intimate. He placed his hands on her hips and stared to gently pump into her. Lotus gasped and tensed herself, letting Big Mac know she was enjoying it too. “Oooh! Your wonderful,” she moaned, and Big Mac picked up the pace. He started grunting, “I’m...gonna…” Before he could finish, Lotus pulled his face even with hers and gave him a soft kiss. It was just what Big Mac needed. He gave one final thrust into Lotus and shot his hot spunk into her. His orgasm forced her own and he felt her clench down on his cock after his first pulse and she moaned into the kiss.
Once the throbbing of his orgasm had subsided, Lotus rolled off of him and smiled smugly at her sisters who were brooding at the side of the room, frustrated that she got all of his jizz to herself. She slowly licked his cock clean, as if to either savor her victory or annoy her sisters. While she did, she kept one hand cupped down between her legs to catch any fluids that leaked out, and periodically she would bring it up to her mouth to drink up the mixture of her cunny-honey and Big Mac’s spunk. She finished off by sucking the last bit of his jizz out of the tip of his cock and then finally letting it go limp.
Big Mac at last rolled of the table and Lotus bid him to return to his changing room to shower up and put his close back on. He was so at ease that he didn’t even think to put a towel or anything around his waist before leaving the room. Fortunately, there was still no one there. After rinsing off and putting his clothes back on he headed back to the front desk where the Triplets were waiting for him already cleaned and dressed. “We hoped you enjoyed your time here today,” Lotus said cheerfully. Aloe and Vera smiled behind her, a little jealous bust still happy.
“Eeyup,” answered Big Mac. He reached for his wallet but Vera interrupted him.
“Don’t worry, you’ve already paid,” she grinned. Big Mac put his hand back by his side and looked around; he was sure glad no one else was around to hear that.
“Well, I better get going,” he finally managed. “Thanks again. My shoulder feels a lot better,” and he started out.
“Don’t worry about it,” Aloe said following him to the door. “Please come again!” and the three sisters giggled and waved good-bye. He gave an awkward smile and small wave back and then headed back to the farm. All the way he tried to focus on what he would have to do when he got back to work, but he found his mind kept slipping back to what happened in the massage room.
Before reaching the house he went by the sheep’s pen and was relived to find that it had been fixed and looked like nothing had ever been amiss. When he reached the house Applejack was coming down the stairs. “Big Mac! Good to see ya! How’s the shoulder doing?” He moved his arm around a few times without showing any signs of pain. “Wow! I guess Rarity really did know what she was taking about.”
“Eeyup. So how long did the fence take you?” he asked.
“You’ll never believe this, but Apple Bloom and her friends did the whole thing by themselves. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t been keeping an eye on them to see it myself.”
Big Mac raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked into the kitchen. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Bell were laughing and sharing a plate of apple slices. Big Mac smiled, maybe he didn’t give his little sister enough credit.
The rest of the day he did a few tasks that Applejack thought would be easy on his shoulder to help the family catch up on work for the day. At dinner Granny Smith was glad to hear that he would be back to his normal chores tomorrow and Apple Bloom quizzed him about the spa. He told her the child-save details of the day but had to lie about how much he paid, quickly figuring a price in his head based on what he had seen on the spa’s services board.
That night he rolled into bed, glad that he could finally fell comfortable, but worried about what had happened. His mind was a whirl of questions generated by the events of the day. They seduced him so easily, what if other mares could too? Was it a safe time for Lotus, or does she use the pill? How many other colts had they done this to? He rolled over on his side as his sleepless night before caught up with him and he passed out. Big Mac didn’t dream, but slept soundly.
It was Thursday morning, and things were a buzz at the Apple Family’s house. Everyone was packing their bags, eager for their trip to visit their relatives the Strawberries. It was an annual vacation and even though they were only distantly related – something about being Granny Smith’s 2nd cousin – the families got along great. The best part was the location. Because of how much water strawberries need to grow, the Strawberry Family lived at the junction of a river and lake, and had the best swimming holes you could ever imagine. It’s seemed that swimming was what everyone did for fun around there and was half the reason for going. Applejack spearheaded the packing efforts, reading off the list of items to bring and only moving on when everyone had everything.
Finally she reached the end with the most important item. “Swimsuits!” she called out, “I’ve got mine.” After a bit of rummaging both Apple Bloom and Granny Smith yelled back saying they had found theirs. Big Mac poked through the drawers in his dresser trying to remember where he has last seen or used his swim-trunks. Come to think of it, the last time he had worn them was when they were with the Strawberries last year. Finally he spotted them at the bottom of his miscellaneous drawer. The time had not been good to them and they almost seemed to fall apart at the seams as he picked them up.
Still waiting Applejack started walking down the hall to his room. “Big Mac, you find yours?”
“Um, sort of,” he answered. He got up and walked to his door to show them the unfortunate garment. Granny Smith and Applejack both gave worried groans while Apple Bloom was less subtle.
“What are you going to swim in now?” she asked.
“Maybe you could borrow a pair when we get there,” Applejack offered.
“Wearing another ponies clothes? That’s nasty!” said a disgusted Apple Bloom.
“You get my hand-me-downs all the time and it doesn’t bother you,” Applejack responded.
“But swim-stuff is like underwear. And wearing someone else’s underwear is just gross!”
“Never bothered me when I was a kid,” said Granny Smith, almost sounding proud about it.
“Eeew!” exclaimed Apple Bloom while Applejack and Big Mac shuttered. One thing about Granny Smith was she told it like it was, regardless if anyone wanted to hear.
Just as she usually did, Applejack already had a suggestion. “I know Big Mac, you should go see Rarity. I bet she’d be able to whip you up some new trunks lickity-split.”
“Doesn’t she just make dresses?” asked Apple Bloom.
“Mostly,” answered Applejack, “But she does a little of everything.” She turned back to Big Mac, “Just be sure you tell her what you want. Rarity can go a little bit overboard on clothes sometimes.”
The walk to Ponyville was uneventful but a bit dusty on the farms dirt road. The wind was picking up, rustling the trees and tossing Big Mac’s hair. It didn’t really bother him but he hoped the weather would hold out for when they had to get to the train station tomorrow morning. On his way to Rarity’s shop he passed the spa. It had barely been more than a week since he went in for his injured shoulder and had gotten jumped by the spa triplets. He suddenly got a worried look on his face; Rarity and Fluttershy went to the spa every Wednesday, which meant that Rarity was there yesterday. Big Mac really hoped that the spa triplets had a sense of confidentiality and didn’t tell anyone, it might damage the good reputation of his family. Big Mac walked by on the other side of the street without even looking in.
At last he came to the shop, Carousel Boutique. From what Applejack had said about getting outfits from Rarity in the past, he didn’t think he was going to enjoy this. It sounded like taking ten minutes to try on and outfit with a lot of accessories, only for Rarity to find something wrong with it and start the whole process over again. But, a whole weekend of swimming with the family outweighed an hour or so of trying on outfits.
Big Mac knocked on the door before letting himself in. Inside Rarity was seemly working on two different dresses at once, each over a wire-frame mannequin. She was wearing a white button-down shirt with a knee-length black skirt and black stockings; she also had her work glasses on. All the windows open to air out the shop after being locked up and stuffy all night, the curtains fluttering in the wind which seemed to be picking up. Everywhere he looked there were dresses and outfits of all shapes and sizes. Big Mac couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t want to be caught dead in one of them. Rarity stopped when she heard the bell ring above her door as it opened. “Oh, Big Mac. I wasn’t expecting to see you today. I’m so glad to hear that your shoulder is feeling better.”
“Eeyup. Um, look; I need a new pair of swim-trunks for our trip tomorrow, and AJ told me you would be the one to see.”
Rarity’s face lit up, “Oh! I have just the thing!” Using her magic, she pulled open a drawer and dug out a tiny neon-green speedo. It was what Big Mac didn’t want to see. “With your physique, this should be…”
“Nope!” Big Mac cut her off. Rarity was taken aback a little; she had never heard Big Mac object so much. “Look,” he said, “I’m looking for something more like boxers or shorts. You know what I mean?”
Still a little surprised by his quick rejection, Rarity put the speedo away. “Sorry, I guess I jumped to conclusions. I do have several other options that you might like.” She pulled out a dozen pairs of more acceptable swim-trunks. “Why don’t you try some on and we’ll see what works. If you find one you like I can tailor it to make sure it is a perfect fit before you leave.”
She handed him the first pair and motioned to a changing rooms. Big Mac thought the term “rooms” was used a bit loosely as it was more or less a corner with some dividers and benches against the wall with curtains rather than doors. Big Mac changed quickly, particularly between taking his underwear off and putting the trunks on. He then stepped out at Rarity’s request – it was after all her work – to let her see how they looked and fit. She had him go through a whole routine of turning around, sticking his arms out, turning around again and probing him with questions like how did it feel, was the waist too tight, or if one color in the pattern should be changed out. The process then started to repeat itself. Big Mac really liked the third pair, but Rarity insisted that he try on the remaining nine. Big Mac stated to understand why Applejack didn’t like shopping with Rarity.
Changing out of the fifth pair, Big Mac had half a mind to tell Rarity that enough was enough and he was getting the ones he already found. He wanted to get back to the farm and finish getting ready to leave. Suddenly there was a huge gust from outside. The curtains blew almost parallel to the floor and several dresses fell off the wall. Before Big Mac could react, the curtain of his changing room was forced to one side by the wind. He looked up wide eyed and saw a shocked and blushing Rarity looking at him, her hand clapped over her mouth. They stood in silence for a second before Big Mac pulled the curtain shut again.
“I’m so sorry!” exclaimed Rarity as she used her magic to shut all the windows at once. By the sound of her voice Big Mac could tell that she was embarrassed too; he knew he would be after accidentally seeing another pony naked.
“Eh, it’s not your fault,” he tried to reassure her as he pulled on the next pair of trunks, “Maybe when we get back, Applejack and I can help you put in some of those sliding closet doors so this doesn’t happen again.”
“Oh, if you could that would be great.” From inside the changing room he could hear her cleaning up the shop, “This isn’t the first time this has happened with a client.”
When he stepped out to model the rest of the trunks, she acted as if nothing had even happened. That made Big Mac feel a bit more relaxed. As he shut the curtain to change out of the last set, he couldn’t help but think that Rarity was truly professional about this kind of thing, even if she was overly concerned about what he was going to look like when he would just be spending time with his family.
Without warning, Rarity pulled the curtain to the dressing room open. Big Mac had just taken of his trunks and was completely naked. Rarity stepped towards him with a purposeful look in her eyes, magically shutting the curtain behind her. “Rarity! What are you…” She grabbed his head and silenced him with a forceful kiss, her tongue finding its way past his lips. Big Mac grunted into the kiss as she pushed him down onto the bench and straddled him.
After a few seconds, Rarity let up. “Sorry Big Mac. I’ve been so pent up for the last few days and my vibrator just isn’t cutting it. I need this!” She reached down between them and grabbed his black hardening manhood. Big Mac gasped and tensed as she did. Rarity giggled and started stroking it, taking note of its size and how it had a nice fleshy ring in the middle of the shaft. “Don’t worry, I think you’ll enjoy it too.” Big Mac’s eyes were clenched shut in disbelief; how could this be happening again?
Reaching behind her and putting her hands on Big Mac’s knees, Rarity leaned back. Using her magic she undid her shirt as easily as he would pull down a zipper and then neatly hung it up on a spare hanger in the dressing room. She was wearing a lacy black bra and while she wasn’t as gifted as the spa triplets, her breasts were still good handfuls. “You’re lucky,” she said as she stood up off of him, “This is the first time I’ve done this for a walk in client.” She unhooked her bra with her hands and she used her magic to unzip her skirt and pull it down with her matching black panties, now standing naked with the exception of her stockings. Again, she neatly hung the rest of her clothing up on hangers as only Rarity would think to do in this kind of situation.
Rarity straddled him again but stayed more upright this time. Gently grabbing the back of his head and chin, she brought his mouth close to her pink nipples. “Lick them,” she said in a soft but stern voice. Big Mac slowly took one in his hand; Rarity’s breasts were firm and pert. Hesitantly, he leaned in and ran is tongue up the length of her areola and over the nipple. Rarity tensed and dug her fingernails into the back of his neck. He swirled his tongue around her hardening nipple as she arched her head back and moaned in pleasure. After a few more seconds of this he moved over to her other breast and repeated his technique. It didn’t even occur to Big Mac what he was doing; he was so lost in the feel of her skin and breasts.
Big Mac gently took one of Rarity’s nipples in his teeth and rocked his jaw from side to side, twisting her nipple a little as he did. Rarity pulled her head back up and groaned, “Ooooh! That feels so good!” She felt behind her and found Big Mac’s cock now fully erect. Big Mac gasped a little as she grabbed it and then went on to squeeze her other nipple in his teeth. While he did, Rarity pushed his manhood between her firm butt cheeks and began to slide back and forth on it. It was getting hard for Big Mac to concentrate on what he was doing. Big Mac sucked hard on her breast and then pulled his head back releasing her nipple with a wet pop. Taking a second to catch his breath, Rarity saw it was time for the next step. “You like it, don’t you Big Mac?” she said smugly. Big Mac didn’t answer; he knew he couldn’t lie to her.
Grabbing Big Mac’s shoulders for stability, she stood up on the bench, giving Big Mac a close-up view of her womanhood. She was pink, just like the spa triplets, with a small bright purple patch of hair just above her pussy. She was already wet. Rarity grinned down at him, “Alright Big Mac, eat my pussy.”
“Rarity, we really shouldn’t,” he protested, “If someone found out it could…”
He didn’t have a chance to finish before Rarity pushed her pussy against his mouth, his eyes opening wide. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to taste my pussy?” said Rarity and she started rocking her hips back and forth to get him stated. Big Mac gave in; he rasped his tongue between her labia, Rarity letting out a satisfied “Yesss…” Rarity was hot and slick, and the flesh of her pussy was supple and easily gave way to the force of his tongue. She became even wetter, though Big Mac couldn’t tell it was from her or his saliva. Her juice had a certain spice to it; it was tangy with a bit of sweetness. On one hand, he was surprised with his own skill, having never done oral before. But at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to resist; it was if he had no will at all.
“Lick my clit,” Rarity ordered and she pulled back a little. Big Mac looked at the glistening bump at the front of her pussy before running the length of his tongue over it. Rarity’s knees buckled some and she stuck one arm out against the wall to help her balance while grabbing her chest with her other hand at how good it felt. Big Mac started to use the end of his tongue to flick her pearl, making her groan even louder. After doing this a few times, he grabbed it between his lips and pinched it softly. Rarity shuttered and grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a second, both breathing heavily.
Rarity got down off the bench and snuggled up to Big Mac again. “You’re really good at that you know,” Rarity chuckled. “Maybe you should quit working the farm and become a gigolo.” Big Mac looked away, it was bad enough he had let Rarity so easily seduce him, and now she was teasing him. “Anyway, let’s get back to business,” she said stroking his cock. That got his attention and he again tensed up. Rarity spread her legs and rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy lips, getting it ready to slide into her. “I haven’t had a cock in weeks. Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” The anticipation was killing him; why couldn’t she be like the girls who went down on him at the farm and just fuck already? At last she lowered her hips and he felt a ring of fire slide down his cock. Rarity moaned loudly, her tongue lolled out one side of her mouth. She continued to slide down him until her pussy lips reached the ring in the center of his cock. Rarity stopped to catch her breath for a minute.
“Scoot back a little,” Rarity ordered. Without thinking, Big Mac did as he was told while Rarity scotched forward to get better purchase on the bench. Putting her hands on his shoulders to help her get going, Rarity started to bounce up and down on him. Big Mac placed his hands on her waist to help out as best he could. Rarity slid her arms around his neck and pulled her head alongside his. “Oh, I’ve never had a stallion that was this big before. You're stretching me out so much, I don’t think I can go very long.” Rarity continued to ride him for a few more minutes, all the while repeating the phrases “Yesss…” “It’s so good,” and “Fuck me,” into his ear.
Rarity came, moaning loudly and clamping down on him, causing a small trickle of her juice to run down the underside of his cock to his balls. Big Mac gathered his resolve and held back his orgasm. His tryst with the spa triplets without protection was uncertain enough, and he didn’t want to get one of his sister’s best friends pregnant. “You didn’t come?” Rarity panted.
“Nope.”
“Well, I can fix that,” Rarity slid off him, his cock, still slick with her juices put up little resistance. She grabbed his wrists and pulled him off the bench. “Sit on the ground,” she sounded as if she was taking to Sweetie Belle. Big Mac only partially cushioned his fall, he couldn’t believe his idea failed so badly. Rarity turned around, stuck her ass out and spread her cheeks, “Lick my ass.”
“What? You mean you want to…”
“You’ve never done anal?” asked Rarity as she slipped her middle finger into her anus. “Perfect. It’s sure-fire to make a guy who’s a virgin to it blow his load. But you’re so big, I need some lubrication and get loosened up. Put that wonderful tongue of yours to work.” Rarity moved towards him as she pulled out her finger. Big Mac grabbed Rarity’s hips and slowly ran the tip of his tongue over her anus. Rarity bit her lip and giggled out her nose, pleased at what he was doing. Big Mac had expected it to be disgusting, but Rarity’s ass was perfectly clean. It could have been that the scent from her still soaked pussy was just covering things up.
Big Mac began to trace the outside of her anus with his tongue, Rarity’s eyes rolled back in her head and she drooled a little. “Push your tongue in,” She asked, “Curl it up a little if you have to.” Big Mac formed his tongue into a U shape along its length and pressed it against the center of her anus, forcing it open a little. Rarity grunted in ecstasy and pulled his face against her ass using his hair. Big Mac clenched his eyes shut and forced his tongue deeper, hoping Rarity would be satisfied and let up.
And let up she did. Rarity let go of his hair and moved her hips forward. She looked back at him with a wicked smile, “I’m ready now. Sit down on the bench.” Big Mac pulled himself back up onto the bench. Rarity backed up until her ass was pressed against him. She took his cock and rubbed it against her pussy for some extra lubrication. She then stood up tall, leaned forward and using one hand pulled her left butt-cheek to the side while guiding his cock to her anus with the other. “It’s going to be tight,” she warned as she pressed his head against her opening.
Rarity then started to sit down on it. She firmly held onto his cock, knowing it would otherwise slip away. Big Mac clenched his teeth and Rarity bit her lip as the tip of his cock started to spread her. Just as the head of his cock reached the half-way point, the rest suddenly slipped in. Big Mac grunted and threw his head back while Rarity’s eyes shot wide and her mouth fell open. It seemed that Rarity wanted to scream, but Big Mac was so big she could only manage short whiny gasps. Rarity regained her composure and tried to slide down further.
She only managed another two inches before it looked like her legs were going to give out. “Big Mac! Help me!” she cried. Big Mac reached down and grabbed the bottoms of her thighs and lifted her legs up. She fell back against him and reflexively put her arms behind his head. He then started lifting her up and letting her fall back down on his cock; a feat of strength that would be difficult for any normal colt, but not Big Mac. Rarity cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her cunny-honey leaking out of her and running down to Big Mac’s cock. Big Mac grunted every time he let Rarity sink back down on his cock, even the few virgins he had jump him on the farm didn’t feel this tight.
At last, neither one could take any more. Big Mac lifted Rarity up one last time and then let her fall harder than before. Rarity screamed as she climaxed, her juices gushing out and soaking Big Mac’s balls. Big Mac squeezed her thighs as he shot his hot spunk deep into her ass. When he was finished, he slowly lifted her all the way off his cock, which her ass continued to squeeze. He set Rarity back down on his lap, some of his spunk flowing out of her ass onto the base of his cock and balls. They both panted, neither one of them expected it to be that intense. Rarity nuzzled his cheek, “That was amazing, darling.” Big Mac didn’t know if he should feel good or ashamed of himself for what just happened.
“So, you liked the third pair? They’re yours. There’s a restroom next to the register where you can wash up. I need to go take a bath so just let yourself out. Do come by again soon, even if you’re not putting in those sliding doors.” Rarity got off of him and took the hangers with her clothes on them, magically opening the curtain to the changing room. As she walked away, trickles of juice and spunk ran down her legs and stockings from her pussy and ass.
Big Mac wiped himself clean using some towels in the restroom before putting on his clothes. Taking the pair of trunks he liked, he walked out the front door noticing that Rarity had switched the “Open” sign to “Closed” before she walked in on him.
When he got home, Applejack greeted him in her normal upbeat tone.” Howdy, Big Mac! Rarity must have had plenty of trunks lying around, you’ve been gone almost three hours.”
“Eeyup,” answered Big Mac, hoping she wouldn’t want him to go into more detail.
“Well the rest of us are all packed up. Go on and finish so you can help us with the last few things we have to do, alright?”
Big Mac nodded and went upstairs to his room. He finished packing his bag, putting his new trunks at the bottom for now, out of sight, but not out of mind.
It was Monday, two weeks since the Apple Family’s trip. Everyone had had a great time and Big Mac was able to forget about what had happened with the spa triplets and Rarity. Now he and Applejack were out apple-bucking, making up for lost time. It was about mid-day and the sun beat down relentlessly, despite the shade offered by the trees. Fortunately, it was about time for lunch, and both Applejack and Big Mac were ready for a break.
Off from the direction of the road they heard a muffled clunk followed by someone shouting in pain. Big Mac and Applejack looked at each other, set down their baskets and hurried off in the direction of the noise. They hopped the waist-high cobblestone fence between the trees and the dirt road to find a pony siting in the dirt rubbing his lower leg. It was obvious from his blue uniform and the cart he was pulling he was a delivery pony.
“I was on my way to Ponyville,” the colt grunted in pain. “This is a delivery of flour and sugar for the Cake’s. But I stepped in that rut and tripped. I think I’ve twisted my ankle.”
“Here,” said Applejack walking over to him, “We’ll get you taken care of.” Applejack and Big Mac lifted him up and set him on the back of the cart. They worked together to pull him and his delivery to Ponyville Hospital. Applejack went in to get someone to take care of him while Big Mac waited outside.
The delivery pony tapped Big Mac on the shoulder, “Hey, buddy,” he said with a Brooklyn accent, “Could you please get this to the Cake’s? They're good friends of mine and I’d hate to let them down.”
“Eeyup.”
“Thanks. Tell ‘em Express sent ya. If ya want, I can split the pay with ya?”
“Don’t worry about it,” replied Big Mac. Applejack returned shortly with two nurses who brought a wheelchair out with them. Express hobbled into wheelchair with the assistance of the nurses while Big Mac explained the plan to Applejack.
“Alright then. I’ll see you back at the farm. I’m sure the Cakes will treat you to lunch,” said Applejack, “Say high to Pinkie for me.”
Big Mac nodded and they parted ways, Applejack heading back to the farm and Big Mac going to Sugar Cube Corner. He pulled the cart up to the front and knocked on the front door. Mr. Cake answered, “Hello Big Mac, I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
“I have a delivery for you.”
“Alright?” said Mr. Cake looking at the cart a little confused. “Where’s Express?”
“He hurt his ankle back by the farm. AJ and I just dropped him off at the hospital.”
“We’ll I hope he’ll be alright, I’ll have to go see him later. Nice of you to bring this by anyway. Would you mind bringing it around to the back?” asked Mr. Cake.
“Eeyup.” And in no time flat, Big Mac had the cart behind the shop and was helping Mr. Cake unload it into the kitchen. Before he could walk back out to grab a second bag he was stopped by Mrs. Cake who offered him some croissants and a cup of coffee.
“Carrot Cake told me what happened, thank you so much dearie. Here, on the house.”
Big Mac nodded in appreciation and ate quickly so he could help Mr. Cake finish unloading. After getting all of the bags in, he assisted in placing them up on the shelves. When they were about finished, he and the Cake’s noticed Pinkie Pie darting around the kitchen and rummaging through some of the drawers and cupboards searching for something with a serious look on her face. Big Mac and the Cakes looked at each other before Mrs. Cake asked the obvious question, “Um, Pinkie, what are you doing? You’re supposed to be watching the twins.”
Pinkie looked over at them and her face lit up, “Oh! Hi Big Mac!” Big Mac gave a small wave. Pinkie became more serious again, “The twins and I are playing hide and seek. They hid, so I’m seeking.” She started going through the kitchen again, “I’ve already checked everywhere upstairs, even my super-duper decoy hiding spot in the top of the closet I told them about.”
“Why would you tell them about a great hiding spot?” asked Mr. Cake.
“So they would hide there and I could find them. Duh.” Big Mac and the Cakes looked at each other again and shrugged. Big Mac and Mr. Cake finished the stacking as Pinkie continued to search. Suddenly, Pinkie stood up and started looking around, her ears flapping wildly. “Ear flop? But there’s nothing around that could make a mess.” Everyone else took notice and stared looking around as well.
In an instant, the sprayer nozzle to the sink animated and shot a torrent of water at Big Mac. It hit him before he had time to react and drenched him from head to hoof. He, Pinkie and the Cakes were so surprised that they didn’t notice the fluttering sound approaching the shelves behind him. Using the momentum from his flying charge, Pound Cake knocked one of the newly placed bags of flour open, causing it to pour down onto Big Mac’s head. The flour and water turned into a thick dough the instant they hit each other. Pumpkin Cake pushed open one of the cupboards under the sink where she had been hiding and rolled out on the floor laughing, still holding the sprayer nozzle with her magic. Her brother glided down to join her, both rolling around on the floor and laughing so much it seemed they were about to cry.
No one else seemed to think it was funny, though. Mr. Cake walked over to his kids, who stopped laughing when they noticed him. They both shrank as he gave him that stern look that only a father can. “I think it’s time for two ponies to take their naps,” he said firmly, scooping them up and taking them upstairs. The twins both had shamed looks on their faces.
“Well, it looks like playtime’s over,” said Pinkie as Mr. Cake went out of view.
“I’m so sorry Big Mac,” Mrs. Cake pleaded, grabbing some paper towels for him to wipe his face off. “After Pinkie showed them that, they try to pull that trick on anyone they can.”
“Yeah, that was not one of my better ideas,” stated Pinkie. Mrs. Cake just rolled her eyes.
“We’ve got to get that dough out of your clothes and hair, otherwise it will set up like concrete,” explained Mrs. Cake. Both she and Pinkie thought for a minute. “Go on upstairs to the bathroom and run yourself a bath. Put you dirty clothes outside the door and I’ll take them to the cleaners, alright dearie?”
“Eeyup,” Big Mac replied and he trudged over to the stairs. Anything to get the dough out of his hair.
Mrs. Cake turned to Pinkie, “I imagine Carrot Cake might go to see Express, so if you could clean up and keep an eye on the twins please. But remember, they’re in time-out right now; so no playing.”
“Yes mam!” answered Pinkie giving a salute. She headed over to the corner to grab some cleaning supplies.
Mrs. Cake followed Big Mac to the bathroom carrying a rag, doing her best to clean up any bits of dough that fell off Big Mac. She waited outside the door as he changed out of his shirt and pants and had a plastic trash bag for him to place them in. Big Mac kept his boxers even though they were wet, just so he would have something to wear if he finished washing up before Mrs. Cake got back.
Big Mac let the water run for a bit without plugging up the tub to wash the dough off his arms, hands and lower legs. Even to the short hair on his body the dough stuck like glue and he could tell getting it off his head and the back of his neck where he couldn’t see was not going to be an easy task. He forced the stopper into place and added some soap to the tub and in a minute the bath was nice and foamy for him. He hung his boxers over an empty towel rack and slid in. He couldn’t help but think that this tub was huge; it seemed like he and his sisters could all fit in it. Using a large plastic cup on the shelf with the rest of the bath supplies, he dumped the water over his head a few times while working his fingers though his hair. The tenacity of the dough was surprising, as it still managed to cling to his hair. Even as he repeated the process he continued to find clumps that he somehow had missed.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Eeyup?” answered Big Mac.
The door burst open and Pinkie bounced into the room. “Hi Big Mac!” She didn’t even seem to care that he was in there.
“Pinkie!” Big Mac covered himself up in the tub as he could manage. “Aren’t you supposed to be watching the twins!?”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got Gummy covering it.” Big Mac could just imagine Gummy pacing back and forth in front of the nursery door with a pot on his head and holding a wooden spoon in his mouth.
“Then what are you doing in here?” Big Mac asked.
“Oh. Well, while I was mopping up the floor I accidentally got some of the dough on my tail, see?” She held up her tail to show him. The first three inches were covered in dough but that was all. “So I figured since you already have bath ready, I would just come up and wash it off with you,” and with that Pinkie pulled off her shirt. Big Mac’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, he wanted to say something but his mouth moved without making any words or sounds. Pinkie continued to talk as she stripped down.
“It was so funny, because while I was mopping, my tail suddenly stated twitching and then when it stopped I had another ear-flop. So I was like, ‘Is the mess going to fall on me?’ So I turned around to grab my umbrella-hat and I slipped on the wet floor I had just been mopping and my tail fell into the puddle of dough. See? I was the thing that fell into the big mess!” By now Pinkie was already in the tub sitting across from Big Mac and had almost finished cleaning her tail already.
“Pinkie,” said Big Mac sounding a bit annoyed, “You had so little on the end of your tail, why didn’t you just wash it off in the sink?”
Pinkie stopped what she was doing and rubbed her chin, “I didn’t even think about that.” Big Mac buried his face in his hand; Pinkie could be so absent minded sometimes. When he looked back up she was giving her tail a final once-over, “All clean!” and she started giggling. Big Mac sighed and went back to pouring water on his head and blindly running his fingers through his hair. Pinkie looked up to see what he was doing, “Oh, let me help you with that.” She stood up and scooted over to him, grabbing the cup out of his hand.
“Pinkie! I can get it myself!” Big Mac protested, “You don’t have to…”
“Trust me,” said Pinkie cutting him off, “when this first happened to me I had to soak my whole body for an hour underwater and breath through a straw. If you do it by yourself it will take forever. Don’t worry, I’ll get you clean in no time!”
Big Mac relented and let her carry on, Pinkie scrubbing different places on his head and humming as she did. Big Mac could only think about how disgusted he was about the whole situation; he had just tried to do the right thing but here he was. Oh well, it would all be over soon. Looking back up, he got an eyeful of Pinkie’s breasts.
It would have been hard to not catch an eyeful of Pinkie’s breasts, they were absolutely huge! He tried to guess her bra size but he didn’t really know what came after double-D. Big as they were they looked incredibly firm each capped with a nipple that was one shade darker of pink than the fur around it. He also noticed that pinkie had some of the biggest thighs he had seen as well. He used to think that you only got big thighs if you were a bit chubby, but Pinkie was proving him wrong. What they say about cake going straight to your thighs must be true.
Pinkie’s voice brought him back to reality. “All done!” she said cheerfully and patted him on the head.
Big Mac stated to get up, “Thanks Pinkie, I’m not sure how long it wou…”
“Oh!” exclaimed Pinkie as her tail and hair stood on end. She and Big Mac looked down between them at the same time. Big Mac could only stare in disbelief; his long black manhood was hard as a rock, and as he stood up the shaft had hit Pinkie right between her legs. He looked back up to see Pinkie’s blue eyes staring into his, a questioning look on her face.
“Pinkie! I can explain!” “Explain how?” he though. Honesty was the best policy so he told the truth, “When you were washing my hair all I could really see was your chest and I guess it got me a little…” He didn’t know how to go on.
Pinkie smiled, “If you wanted to fuck, you should have just said so silly!”
“What?” Big Mac wasn’t sure if he had heard Pinkie right.
Pinkie used one hand to grab his shoulder and the other to grab his side. She then crossed her left leg in front of her right, squeezing Big Mac’s cock between her firm thighs. Big Mac stood up straight and grunted, clenching his eyes closed as he did. Her body felt amazing. Pinkie began to move forward and backwards, running his cock between her legs and pussy. “I call this ‘Pinkie Pie’s Thick-Thigh Treatment’. Like it so far?” He could feel every detail of her thighs, labia and clit running over his cock, particularly when they hit the fleshy ring in the center of his shaft.
Big Mac gave a labored “Eeyup,” through his teeth. He put his hands on Pinkie’s hips to give her even more stability. He had never heard of doing this before but he loved it. Pinkie must have been enjoying it too, she smiled with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.
After a minute she stopped, much to Big Mac’s disappointment. She hopped out of the tub, yanking on Big Mac’s wrist to get him to do the same. He stepped out onto the bath-mat, hoping Pinkie would go back to rubbing him with her thighs. Instead, she got down on her knees in front of him. She held his cock up along his chest, finally getting a good look at it. “Wow Big Mac! You’re really big! You’re even bigger than…Ops! Almost told a secret there!” and Pinkie giggled. Big Mac was initially surprised to hear she had done this before, but then realized with her skill and confidence she must have.
Pinkie closed her eyes and ran her tongue up the bottom of his cock. Big Mac spread his legs and grabbed the edge of the tub for stability. When she reached the end of his cock she swirled her tongue around the head, causing him to grunt. She then took him into her mouth and he let out a pleased sigh. Pinkie hefted her huge tits up on either side of his cock and slapped them together. Big Mac would have keeled over had he not been holding onto the tub, it felt that good. Pinkie giggled through her nose and started to bob her head up and down on his cock, having her breasts follow the motion. The sensation was unreal; it was the combined feeling of her thighs plus her sucking him off. Big Mac had never been tit-fucked before, but he would have stated a long time ago if he knew it would feel this good.
Big Mac felt his stomach staring to clench and knew he couldn’t last much longer. “Pinkie,” he grunted, “I’m…”
“Wait!” said Pinkie, pulling herself off of his cock in an instant, “We’re not done yet.” Big Mac was getting sick of this; Pinkie would be a great fuck if she didn’t keep blue-balling him. “I just need to find something,” she said as she poked around the bathroom. She soon found what she was looking for. “Here it is!” she said as she held up a condom wrapper. “I keep condoms stashed all over Ponyville, in case of sexy-times.” She tore the wrapper open and placed the bright red condom of the head of his black cock and rolled it onto him. It only made it down to the ring in the center of his shaft, but that was as far as it needed to go.
Pinkie walked over to the wall and bent over, placing her hands on it for stability. “Come on Big Mac! You started it so you get to finish it!” Pinkie wiggled her ass at him and spread her legs. Big Mac could see that Pinkie had enjoyed the session as well, her pussy was practically dripping. Big Mac walked over, not even thinking that he was about to fuck one of his sister’s best friends. He grabbed her ass with one hand and used the other to steady his cock against her pussy. He then pushed in, his head meeting some resistance but the rest easily slid in. Pinkie moaned in pleasure, her tongue hanging out of her open mouth. Big Mac continued until he reached the end of the condom, taking a second to rest. He felt Pinkie squeeze down on him a little, causing some of her juices to run out around his cock.
Big Mac started pumping into her, slowly at first but then pinking up some speed. Pinkie moaned and grunted all the while. She turned some to look at Big Mac, “I’ve never felt anything like this before! Even Rainbow Dash’s ‘Cunt-Buster 3000’ toy isn’t as big as you!” Big Mac looked down at Pinkie, his eyes falling on her breasts, jiggling every time he pushed into her. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to have them!
Big Mac reached down, both hands grabbing one of Pinkie’s tits and squeezing them as hard as he could. Pinkie cried in pleasure as he pulled her back up to his chest, continuing to pump into her all the while. “Pinkie!” he grunted, “You’ve got the best tits I have ever seen!” Big Mac felt like an animal, totally controlled by his primal urges.
Big Mac forced Pinkie against the wall for his last few violent thrusts. He and Pinkie came together, with Pinkie streaming juices around his cock. After catching their breaths’, Big Mac set Pinkie down and pulled out of her. Big Mac’s condom had managed to hold despite what it had been though, the end blown up like a balloon full of his spunk. Pinkie sat on her knees and watched as he pulled it off, Big Mac being careful not to let any of his spunk drip onto the floor. “Ooh,” said Pinkie as he pulled it off the head, “Wow Big Mac, you came a…” While her mouth was still open, he forced the end of his cock into her mouth so Pinkie could clean the head. Pinkie was a bit surprised at the move at first, but the taste of his spunk hitting her tongue got her going. She lapped up his head and gave one final suck to get the rest of his spunk out of his shaft. “Juicy!” she said as she pulled her head back.
Pinkie had finished dressing by the time he had even gotten his boxers on. She told him to wait in the bathroom for Mrs. Cake to get back, and she bounced out the door to go check on the twins. Mrs. Cake arrived back before he had finished draining the tub. She handed him his neatly folded clothes through the door and was waiting for him downstairs by the time he dressed. “So sorry again about what happened, dearie.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he answered, “Kids will be kids.”
“I guess you’re right. Good buy Big Mac.” Mrs. Cake turned and walked back into the kitchen.
Just before he opened the door, Pinkie stopped him, “So, how did you like it?”
Big Mac swallowed, but answered honestly, “You were great. But, um, could you please keep what happened between us?”
Pinkie launched into her whole ‘Pinkie Promise’ routine, “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!”
“Thanks,” said Big Mac. Suddenly, he remembered, “Oh, AJ says ‘Hi’.”
“Oh! Thanks! Tell her ‘Hi’ back for me okay?”
“Eeyup,” and with that, Big Mac turned and left. When he got back to the farm he found Applejack bucking not far from where they had left off. “Pinkie says ‘Hi’,” he said as he walked up to her.
She glared at him, “What the hey took you so long? Did the Cake’s serve you a three course meal?”
“The twins sprayed me with water and dumped flour on me”
Applejack lightened up, “Oh, sorry to hear that.”
Big Mac thought about what happened for a second and answered, “It wasn’t that bad.”
Applejack was going through the mail Saturday morning while the rest of the Apple Family was finishing breakfast. Applejack had the unfortunate habit of letting the mail pile up over the week until the weekend when they took a break from working the farm. Most of it was the usual junk mail, letters from relatives and bills. Then one item caught her attention. She opened the envelope and read the contents, looking more and more annoyed as she went along. “Oh for Pet’s sake!” she said throwing it down on the table. The rest of her family looked up wondering why she was upset. “The city is saying that we aren’t getting our subsidies for the sheep and pigs feed again.” She crossed her arms and slumped back in her chair, “Why can’t they figure out we’re exempt from that?”
“It has something to do with how much a farm produces compared to the other farms around,” answered Big Mac. “It’s meant to keep corporations from out-competing independent farms. My best guess is that because we’re the only official farm in Ponyville, the count us as a corporation by default.”
Applejack, Granny Smith and Apple Bloom were all looking at him with questioning eyes. “Did you just make that up?” asked Apple Bloom.
“I filled out the paperwork last year, remember?” answered Big Mac.
“I thought I was the one who did that,” said Applejack.
Apple Bloom giggled, “You were going to, but then you lost your temper and were banned from any town hall meetings for three months, and the Mayor almost filed a restraining order, and…”
Applejack slammed her hands down on the table and stood up. “Apple Bloom!” she shouted leering at her younger sister. Apple Bloom continued giggling while Granny Smith and Big Mac smiled. Clever as Applejack thought she was, her little sister still knew how to press her buttons. Applejack took a minute to calm down. “Well, would you be up for doing it again this year Big Mac?”
“Eeyup. It was just filling out a bunch of forms about income and the like.”
“Confound these modern government programs!” spat Granny Smith. “Why back in my day you had to work to put food on the table and earn what you got! But now with all these fancy credit systems and grants and loans, you just sign your name on some paper and they give you whatever you want like it’s a Hearth’s Warming Eve present! Humph, it ain’t right.”
The kids mulled that over for a minute. “Well if you feel that way then we won’t apply this year,” said Applejack.
“What! Are you crazy!?!” shouted Granny Smith. “Why would you want to pass up free money for feed?”
The siblings all rolled their eyes. Sometimes it was hard to tell if Granny Smith didn’t know what she wanted, or she just wanted to talk about how much better things were “back in the day”. “Well in that case, the mayor’s office is open until noon today,” said Applejack. “If you leave now, that should give you some time to at least get started.”
“You sure you don’t want to go?” asked Big Mac.
Applejack thought about what had happened last year, “I better not,” she said, shamefully looking down at her hooves. Big Mac looked over and saw Apple Bloom grinning from ear to ear.
Big Mac set out as soon as he finished breakfast. When he reached Mayor’s house – which doubled as her office – he was glad he hadn’t left any later than he did, he had less than an hour before it closed. Letting himself in he couldn’t help but think that almost nothing had changed about the place since he came to work out the kinks with the subsidies last year. The entryway and waiting room had all the same furniture, paint, carpet and pictures on the walls. About the only thing that had changed were what flowers were in the vases. Late as it was in the office’s business hours, there was no one waiting. Just as well, Big Mac didn’t want to have come all this way to sit around and then be told the office was closing before he could get anything done.
The offices were at the top of the stairs so he went on up. The hallway at the top extended an even distance from Mayor’s and her assistant’s offices from either side stairs. Seeing that Mayor was the one in charge, Big Mac decided to talk to her first. The door to her office was open and she was at her desk doing some paperwork. She had two large bookcases but otherwise the walls were covered with certificates, awards and pictures of her with other city leaders and government officials, even Princess Celestia herself. In front of her desk were two chairs and further back against the wall was a burgundy couch, not unlike the one Rarity had for her fainting episodes.
Mayor hadn’t noticed him as he leaned in the door way so he knocked on the frame and she looked up. “Hello Big Mac, how can I help you?” she asked.
“I’m here about reinstating our subsidies for livestock feed.”
“Alright, my assistant, Scribe, has the forms in her office. Just talk to her and she should be able to get everything set straight.” Big Mac nodded in thanks and walked down to the office at the other end of the hall.
Scribe’s office was set up a lot like Mayor’s; only in place of bookshelves there were filing cabinets. She even had a couch against the wall opposite her desk. “Why did offices always have couches?” Big Mac wondered. The walls were also nowhere near as decorated and Scribe had stacks of paper on her desk and was in the process of working through one of them. Big Mac couldn’t help but feel sorry for her; it looked like Scribe did most of the work while Mayor got the glory. Big Mac waited for her to finish the paper she was on before getting her attention. She looked up without saying anything.
“I’m here about reinstating the Apple Family’s grants for livestock feed.”
“Alright, please take a seat.” She was quick and to the point. Scribe opened one of the filing cabinets, shuffled through it and pulled out a packet of papers. She went through a few of the details of it before handing him the packet, a pen and a clipboard and told him to sit on the couch in case someone else came in. Scribe was no-nonsense, Big Mac thought that she just wanted her shift to be over and go home, it was Saturday after all.
Big Mac set to work filling out the forms he was given. Not much had changed from what he could remember, just a few more restrictions than he remembered. Fortunately, the farm met all of them. The work wasn’t difficult, but it was slow; he had to fill out two pages for each source of income the farm had. This meant two pages for the apple orchard, two pages for the small grape vineyard, two pages for the sheep and two pages for the pigs; all this on top of the general information for the farm. A lot of what he had to fill out for revenue was the same for all parts of the farm but he had to do it all by hand. If this is what Scribe had to do all day he could see why she wouldn’t like her job.
Big Mac would glance up at the clock whenever he finished a page. Five minutes before the office was set to close and he still had about a third of the papers left to fill out. Scribe went to the stairs to see if there was anyone waiting on the lower level and then went over to Mayor’s office. Big Mac heard the two of them talking but couldn’t make out what about because he was concentrating on trying to finish. Scribe came back to her office, “I’m leaving for the day, but you can stay and finish if you would like or you can bring it back on Monday. Just set it on my desk when you’re finished, turn off the lights and shut the door.” With that, she turned and started to leave.
“Alright,” answered Big Mac, “Have a nice weekend.” Scribe didn’t even acknowledge him.
Big Mac continued for another fifteen minutes or so before finishing. Satisfied with his work he approached the desk and set in down in one corner, hoping Scribe wouldn’t ignore it. He then flipped off the lights and shut the door behind him. Her office didn’t have a lock, but it was Mayor’s house after all.
He made his way over to the stairs to leave when Mayor called to him, “Big Mac? If you have a second could you come help me move something in my office?”
Big Mac was hesitant to answer, the last few times he had been alone with a mare had resulted in him making sweet pony love to the mare in question; or mares in the case of the spa triplets. But Mayor was a pony of integrity, and she had her reputation to think of. In addition, unlike the times before, she wasn’t catching Big Mac with his clothes off. Big Mac walked down the hall towards her office. When he got to the doorframe he didn’t see Mayor so he leaned in around the corner. She wasn’t there either. This was getting a little strange. Was she working on something under her desk?
Big Mac was a few steps into the room when he heard the door close behind him. Big Mac didn’t want to turn around because he was sure he knew what he was going to see. He just stood frozen facing the direction he was walking; he had no idea what to do. Mayor put her arms around his stomach and hugged him tight. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw her arms were bear rather than being covered by the jumper she had on earlier. “Sorry if I scared you,” chuckled Mayor behind him.
Mayor started running her hands over his stomach, feeling his muscles. “I can’t believe the timing worked out so perfectly. I was hoping to get a colt in today.” She started pulling up his shirt. Big Mac tried to think. What could he say? What could he do? Was there anything to stop this from happening? His mind was completely clouded, full of thoughts of what the Mayor wanted to do with him.
She slid around to his front, having pulled his shirt up as far as she could without him raising his arms. She was naked except for her glasses and the white collar with the green frill that she was never seen without. Even though Mayor was at least twenty years older than him she was still a good looking mare. She had curves in all the right places; she was slender but not skinny; her touch was firm but soft. Now that she had some better purchase on him, she forced his shirt over his head and admired his chest. “Wow Big Mac, I’ve never seen a colt as ripped as you.” She grabbed his sides and pulled herself against his chest, rubbing her cheek on his pecs. He could feel her breasts pressing against him; they were much more pliable than any of the other mares he had been with, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.
Big Mac’s mind had been such a blur that he hadn’t noticed she had slowly nudged him over so his back was against the wall. Now having him pinned, Mayor started to nuzzle, kiss and lick her way down his chest to his waste. Now on her knees, her face even with the button on his pants, she gently grabbed his crotch. She felt his manhood bulging, wanting to be free of its confines. Big Mac gasped, “This is bad. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“How is it bad?” Mayor asked. She started undoing his pants as she talked. “Neither one of us is married and we’re not hurting anyone.”
“But it feels wrong somehow.”
Mayor pulled down his pants. “Just because something feels good doesn’t make it bad,” she answered. With that statement, she pulled down his boxers. Big Mac’s erect cock sprung up as it was loosed from the elastic and twitched in front of Mayors face a few times. She started running her hand over it with a pleased grin on her face.
She began to rub his cock with her cheek and lips while her other hand fondled his balls. Big Mac could only grit his teeth and try not to let his body act without him thinking. Mayor however, had no qualms about what she was doing, “I haven’t had a colt in so long. Oh God I’ve missed this.” She started working her way to the end of his shaft. “The feel, the smell,” She pulled the head of his cock even with her lips, “The taste,” and she took his cock into her wanting mouth. She took Big Mac by surprise; all the other mares seemed to want to lick him to get use to his size; but Mayor just went for it.
Mayor began to suck him off, but she was different from the spa triplets, Rarity and Pinkie. She hardly used her tongue and she seemed to slobber all over his cock. A blowjob was a blowjob, but this seemed fairly tame compared to the other ones. Mayor then lined herself up and forced her mouth down to the ring in his shaft. Big Mac bent forward and grunted; he would have fallen down had he not been against the wall. Mayor pulled back and keeping the head of his cock in her mouth did another deep-throat. The sensation was alien to Big Mac but it felt amazing. Mayor repeated the process a few for times. Most mares would have never thought such and act could be performed on Big Mac because of his size, but Mayor didn’t even gag.
Just as Big Mac started to feel his stomach clench Mayor pulled off of him, gasping as he came free. She slowly pumped his cock, still dripping wet with spit, with one hand and wiped her mouth with her forearm. She smiled up at the panting colt, “You’ve lasted a lot longer than the last pony I did this to.” Big Mac met her gaze, “You get a lot of girls, don’t you?” He stopped panting and looked away; Mayor had read him like a book. “I can tell you now that none of them will be able to take you like I can.” She licked the opening of his cock, tasting some of the juices that had oozed out.
She got up and walked over to her couch. She lay down on her side with her front towards the center of the room. She lifted her top leg straight into the air and spread her wet pussy with two fingers. She had a patch of gray hair above the split in her legs, leading Big Mac to believe that his sister and her friends made up the whole mane-dying thing.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked, her words brought him back to the present. “Come fill me up.” Big Mac straddled her lower leg. At first it felt a bit awkward because he had one hoof on the floor and one knee on the couch, but any instability he had went away as he scotched up closer. Mayor grinned as he took his cock, still wet from her sucking him, and pressed the head against her labia, grabbing her vertical leg for some more stability. She let out a pleased sigh as he pushed in, grabbing one of her breasts with the hand she had been spreading herself with. Mayor was so loose that it took almost no work for Big Mac to push the ring in his shaft against her labia and clit.
“Deeper,” groaned Mayor as she played with her pink nipple. With little effort, Big Mac pushed his ring inside her. “Deeper,” she groaned again. He pushed in another inch or so, his balls rubbing against her thigh. “Ah, more,” moaned Mayor. Big Mac couldn’t believe what he was hearing; no mare had ever taken him further than his ring. Holding nothing back, he wrapped both his arms around her leg and forced himself in further, coming up an inch or so short of basing his cock into her. Mayor gasped in ecstasy and clawed at the couch.
No one had ever taken Big Mac all the way before and it felt amazing. “I’ll give in,” he thought to himself. Big Mac pulled back until the ring in his cock slipped out of Mayor’s pussy. He then thrusted back into her, his ring slamming against her clit.
Mayor screamed as he pumped into her again and again. “Oh fuck Big Mac! I’ve never been this full before. God yes! It’s so good! Rip me in half!” She dug her fingers into the couch as Big Mac tried to force himself deeper, his eyes and teeth clenched shut. Mayor started to clench down on him with her juice leaking out around his cock; she was getting close. Big Mac wasn’t far off either, a few more good thrusts would finish him off. A few seconds later he began to pull out, but Mayor looked at him with pleading eyes, “In me! I want it all in me!” It was more than Big Mac could take. He rammed back into her harder than ever before, pushing his cock in all the way so his stomach hit her labia.
Big Mac grunted through his teeth as he shot his spunk deep inside of Mayor. Mayor threw her head back, shouting “Yes!” over and over again; juice gushing out of her pussy and her pink nipples stiff enough that they could cut glass. As their orgasms subsided, Big Mac sunk into the couch behind Mayor, his cock still planted inside her. She leaned against him, reaching back with one arm to caress his cheek. “You sure got over you inhibitions quick,” she asked, “What happened?”
“I was thinking about what you said earlier,” he answered, “About it feeling good,” he reached forward and squeezed one of her breasts. Mayor smiled, she was always good with words. “Why didn’t you want me to pull out?” asked Big Mac.
“There’s something about that bare feeling. It just makes me feel like a woman.” Mayor continued, “When I was younger, there was also a sense of risk involved, but that time has long passed.” Big Mac was surprised that talking about it didn’t seem to bother her. “Any way, let’s get you cleaned up.” She lifted he leg up as a sign for Big Mac to finally pull his cock out. Mayor squirmed a little as he did and he bit his lower lip. Once he was out, he sat upright while Mayor got back on her knees in front of him. Big Mac was starting to soften so Mayor had to hold him steady as she licked him clean. “Maybe it’s just been a while since I’ve done this, but you have the best jizz,” she complemented, “So juicy and thick.” Mayor seemed to know all the tricks, she even drank the remaining spunk in his cock like Vera had, running her finger up the bottom from his balls to the head.
As Big Mac got off the couch to put his clothes on Mayor went over to her desk to jot something down on a piece of stationary. “You should get something in the mail about your subsidies within a month. If not, just come by the office again.”
“What’s the likelihood of us not getting anything?” asked Big Mac pulling on his pants, “Scribe looked like she had a long list of things to do.”
“I’ll just move it to the top of her list,” said Mayor with a wink. Big Mac opened the door as he finished pulling on his shirt. “Don’t let that stop you from coming by anyway,” Mayor teased. Big Mac left Mayor's house with a worried look; he was a little tempted to go back.
It was Thursday morning and the Apple Family was getting ready to put everything away after a good harvest after a week and a half of hard apple-bucking. All but one member of the Apple Family that is. It had been about a month since Big Mac had hurt his shoulder and had gone to the spa, which led to its own adventure with the spa triplets. Everything had seemed fine the next day but he had tweaked it three more times since then; not as bad as when the branch fell on him but still enough to feel very uncomfortable. Afterwards he would take it take a hot bath and do some easier work and the problem would seem to go away. He had considered going back to the spa for a “stronger” bath, but with what had happened there and with a few other mares he decided not to. Yesterday he had twisted it for the third time.
Granny Smith tried to get everyone psyched up during breakfast, “Y’all ready for finishing up harvesting season today?”
Applejack and Apple Bloom both looked over at their brother. Big Mac shifted in his seat; he knew what they were thinking. Applejack broke the awkward silence, “Well, I know the two of us are, but Big Mac has an appointment at Ponyville Hospital today.”
Both Granny Smith and Big Mac looked surprised. “He does?” asked Granny Smith.
“I do?” asked Big Mac.
“Yes. I scheduled it last night because I know you too well. You’ll just suffer in silence when there is something really wrong with your shoulder.”
Big Mac wanted to tell her otherwise, but he knew that she was right. He sighed, “What time is the appointment?”
“It’s at 11:00 this morning. That should leave you with plenty of time to get there.” Applejack sounded quite pleased with herself.
“But whose going to go through all the apple bushels to pull out all the bad ones and sticks? Not to mention all the packaging for shipping and winter that needs to be done,” asked Granny Smith. She may have had doubts about his injury, but everyone knew there was real work to be done.
Apple Bloom spoke up, “I know, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle could come help out.” Big Mac wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea, but they did fix the fence with no problems. Maybe Apple Bloom was destined to work on the farm after all.
During his walk to Ponyville Hospital he saw that way off over the Everfree Forest it was looking like a storm might be rolling in, but the Pegasus ponies would probably stop it if rolled into Ponyville. After a while Big Mac made it to the hospital and checked in and was promptly told to wait for Dr. Stable, who was with another patient. Big Mac looked up at the clock as he sat down; he was a few minutes early but I seemed like no matter how close to your appointment time, or even if you were a little late, doctors and nurses made you wait. Fortunately, patients was one thing Big Mac had plenty of. Besides, a lot of the other ponies in the room looked like they had things worse off than he did. There were a few that were sick, some had broken limbs, while a few looked like they were in for more serious treatments like chemo. Suddenly his shoulder problems didn’t seem so bad.
About ten minutes later a voice called out, “Big McIntosh.” He stood up and raised his good arm. He walked over to the nurse who had come to get him. She was white with her light pink hair up in a bun, had blue eyes and wore the standard white shirt, skirt and cap. She introduced herself as Nurse Redheart and led him to an examination room. She had him sit down on the padded table and the quizzing began. She asked him if he was on any medication, the last time he was sick, what he was allergic to, when and how he hurt his shoulder, and what range of motion he still had. Redheart also measured his heart rate, listened to his breathing, and took his blood pressure and temperature. Big Mac realized she was just doing her job, but most of these tests didn’t seem to be getting them any closer to fixing his shoulder.
Her checklist full, Redheart went to fetch Dr. Stable. A short while later they returned and the testing really ramped up. Dr. Stable had him take off his shirt so he could better feel what was going on in Big Mac’s back. Big Mac though that “poke and prod” would have been a better statement, because that’s what it felt like the doctor was doing. Dr. Stable would have Big Mac move his shoulder a little, move his arm all around, ask him if it hurt, and relay some information to Redheart who was jotting it down on a clipboard and the process repeated itself. Big Mac just did as he was told, but if modern medicine was so great, why did it take so long?
Not satisfied by what he could feel, Dr. Stable asked Big Mac if he would be alright to have some x-rays taken. Big Mac agreed; anything to make the process go faster. He had to fill out a short questionnaire to make sure he didn’t have any problems that would make x-rays out of the question; fortunately he was all clear. Dr. Stable and Redheart took him to a back room with what looked like a whiteboard and camera in it. They tied a lead-lined skirt around his waist and lined him up along wall between the camera and receiving board. They left the room and shortly thereafter there was a buzz and pop from the camera. Big Mac felt fine but what he had heard about radiation made him a little nervous. He just had to trust that the experts knew what they were doing and that he would be fine.
Big Mac had three x-rays total. Dr. Stable was going over Big Mac’s file to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. Something on the sheet seemed to catch his attention. “It’s going to take about an hour for the x-rays to develop. In the meantime, I see you are almost due for your hernia follow-up.”
“I thought I was finished with those,” said Big Mac. He had tried to forget about his hernia, not because it was painful or left a bad scar. Quite the contrary, it was small enough that the doctors were able to use an endoscope for the surgery, so he had practically no marks left at all and he had healed just fine. He had tried to forget about it because that was the year Applejack had tried to do all the apple-bucking by herself and all sorts of chaos ensued.
“I’m not surprised that you think that,” said Dr. Stable. “The schedule for those checkups is one week after the operation, one month after that exam, then three months, then six months, and then finally a year after the last exam. Don’t worry, this is the final one.” The trio walked out of the x-ray room and Dr. Stable looked up at the clock. “I need to go see another patient right now, but Nurse Redheart is more than qualified for the procedure.” Big Mac’s heart sank; he was being left alone with a mare and he remembered how they test for hernias. “I’ll meet back up with you once I get a chance to look at those x-rays.” With that, he walked off and disappeared around a corner.
Redheart led Big Mac back to the same examination room they were in earlier and quickly went to pick up some new papers. To spare him going through the same trivial testing again, she just used the same measurements as before. She then put on some latex gloves while Big Mac tried not to think about what he was sure was going to happen. She felt his chest where he had had his operation, asking him to inhale, exhale and flex while he was sitting, and then repeated the commands with him laying on his back.
Now came the part Big Mac was worried about: the “turn your head and cough” part. With him still laying on the examination table, Redheart asked him to undo his pants so she could have access to his groin. Big Mac did as he was told, praying that she would be professional when he was exposed. Thing seemed to be off to a bad start already; when he pulled down his pants, he realized that him thinking about what Redheart might do had already started to make him hard.
Even if she was thinking about it, Redheart didn’t say anything. Once Big Mac had pulled his pants down far enough she asked him to lay down flat and turn his head one way. Big Mac was sure this is where it would all go wrong. She gently lifted his balls with one hand and pressed two fingers underneath them where his sack met his body. “Cough please,” she asked, and he did. “Turn your head to the other side and cough again,” and he did. “Alright,” she said taking her gloves off, “Everything… seems…” her voice trailed off.
Big Mac propped himself up to see what was going on. Redheart was standing still, gloves still in her hand just staring at his crotch. Big Mac suddenly realized that her grabbing and poking had made him fully erect, and his thick, back cock was throbbing against his chest. Maybe she was just surprised or embarrassed; it was a strange place for him to get aroused. But then he noticed something. Redheart was slowly licking her lips. It seemed like one half of her wanted to go down on him while the other half wanted to stay dedicated to her job, and the two feelings were battling it out with no clear winner.
Big Mac wasn’t sure what to do. Anything he did might send her one way or the other. But then, he remembered what Mayor had said. “Hey,” he said to get her attention. Redheart seemed to snap back to reality and her eyes met his. Big Mac chose his words carefully, “If you want it that bad, just go for it.”
Redheart wasted no time. “Thank you,” she gasped as she dropped the gloves she had still been holding and grabbed his pulsing cock. She held it vertical and took him into her wet mouth. She mixed bobbing her head up and down running her tongue around the head and shaft. As she did, she slid one hand under her skirt between her legs to play with herself.
Big Mac closed his eyes and gave a pleased sigh and slowly kicked off his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the floor. “I can’t believe I’m letting this happen,” he thought to himself. But he was so lost in the sensation he couldn’t see how it could have any backlash. Redheart was the one who wanted sex, and he just didn’t put up a fight. Everyone seemed to benefit. Resistance didn’t stop any of the mares before Redheart, and trying to deny her might not have worked either. Maybe it was just best to roll with it.
While Redheart was making some progress on Big Mac by sucking him off, she seemed to be going too fast on herself. She let his cock slip out of her mouth, a strand of saliva hung between her lips and his head as she caught her breath. “More,” she gasped, “I need more.”
She reached both hands under her skirt and pulled down her pink and white striped panties. She must have really been enjoying this because the crotch was soaked. Big Mac sat up and slid back on the examination table while Redheart lay down on her belly with her head at the other end of the table. She hiked the bottom of her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs. She had a red medical cross with a heart in each corner on her flanks. Big Mac got a nice view of her juicy pink pussy. He moved forward and guided his cock to her labia, pressing his head against it. “Wait,” she said reaching back and pulling his cock up out of alignment. Big Mac looked at her questioningly.
Redheart looked down at the table. “It’s the end of my heat cycle, so I don’t know if it’s safe,” she answered. “You’ll need to put it in my ass,” and she reached back and spread her butt cheeks, revealing her pink pucker. Big Mac suddenly had a flash of inspiration and got off the table. “Big Mac? What are you…” She didn’t have time to finish before Big Mac drove his face into her ass and ran his tongue up along her anus. Redheart arched her back as she gasped; Big Mac had caught her totally off guard.
Big Mac remembered how much Rarity had enjoyed getting her ass licked and it seemed to be the case with Redheart. She squirmed under him as her started to move his tongue in little circles around her anus. “Oh, it feels good,” she whimpered, and she pulled one knee up under her making her ass more accessible. Big Mac pressed his tongue to center of her anus and tried to spread her a little. Redheart couldn’t help herself. She pushed down on the back of head to try and get him to push deeper.
Big Mac pulled his head back and got back up on the examination table on all fours over Redheart. She spread her ass for him as he used one hand to guide his cock to her anus. When the tip of his cock was in line, he pressed in. Redheart bit her lip and tried to relax her ass but she was so close that once his head poped all the way in she came. She moaned loudly and her ass squeezed the head of Big Mac’s cock. “Are you alright?” asked Big Mac.
Still panting, Redheart looked back at him. “I’ll be fine. Keep going.” Big Mac nodded and resumed slowly pushing into her. She was looser than Rarity was and he was able to slide in up to the ring in the center of his shaft. Big Mac watched Redheart’s face closely, to make sure she didn’t start to cry. But she just continued to bite her lip and dug her fingers into the padding of the table. Now that he had a good length of his cock in, he started to pull out. He quickly realized that he would have to go slower than he would if he was fucking her pussy because of how much her ass clamped onto him and it wasn’t as wet.
Big Mac started to ride Redheart; slowly at first, but picking up speed as the secretions from his cock and her ass started to lube things up. Once she got used to his size, Redheart reached between her legs with one hand to rub her clit and shove her fingers in her pussy. Her playing with herself caused her to tense up and have her ass squeeze Big Mac even more, adding to their pleasure. They were both starting to get close. Big Mac was pumping harder despite how much Redheart was clamping down on him.
Finally, neither one could take any more. Big Mac slammed into her, the ring in his cock grinding against her anus as it slipped in. Redheart arched her back, pulling her head even with Big Mac’s as she screamed. Big Mac grunted, his eyes and teeth clenched shut as he felt his spunk squirting deep inside her. Once their climax had subsided Redheart flopped onto the examination table. Big Mac took a second to regain his composure before pulling his cock out of her ass. Her anus still squeezed down on him, milking the last bit of spunk in his cock from him. His cock came out with a wet pop and he got up on his knees to give Redheart some breathing room. He saw she still had two fingers buried in her pussy and a puddle of juice between her legs.
Big Mac used a sanitary wipe to get himself clean while Redheart was getting back to reality. “Oh my god. I’ve never felt anything that amazing.” she panted, “I hope you enjoyed it as well.”
“Eeyup,” answered Big Mac, starting to put back on his clothes. Redheart smiled and pulled herself up off the table. Still laying down, she reached into one of the front pockets on her skirt and fished out what looked like a rubber egg with a stem and an oval base attached. Big Mac didn’t know what to make of it. “Ummm…”
“It’s to keep anything from leaking out,” answered Redheart before he could ask anything. She then reached back and stuck the egg portion into her ass and made sure the flat base was seated nicely against her anus. Big Mac finished getting dressed, including his shirt, while Redheart used wipes to clean up the table and between her legs before pulling her panties back on. She looked up at the clock before filling out the last few things on her forms. “Dr. Stable should be finished shortly. I’ll let him know you are ready.”
“Eeyup.”
Redheart moved in close and whispered in his ear, “Thank you so much, my cycle was killing me. Sorry it couldn’t be the more ‘natural’ way.” Big Mac gave her a quick hug before she left the room.
Dr. Stable came in a few minutes later with a large manila envelope under his arm. From the look on his face, he did not have good news. “Big Mac, I’m not sure how to tell you this, so I’m going to give it to you straight.” He pulled out two of the x-rays, one of his back the other of his front and put them up on the light-board and flicked it on. Big Mac didn’t know much about x-rays but he could gather a little. His left shoulder blade looked fine with smooth contours and even colors. The right shoulder blade was a different story. Towards the middle he could see a dark line running up about half the width from the bottom, flanked on either side by brighter areas of bone.
“It looks like when the branch hit you it cracked your shoulder blade,” and he traced the line with his pen. “It’s started to heal, but each time you overused your shoulder you opened the crack back up a little. What’s happened is you now have an area of excess bone,” he said, outlining the light areas around the crack. “If they continue growing it could cause your shoulder blade to widen and start interfering with the muscles around it. If it gets big enough, it might start to tear them.”
Big Mac’s heart felt like a rock dropping to the bottom of his stomach. Everything else Dr. Stable said seemed to blur together. What this meant was that Big Mac might not be able to work on the farm as he had. Short of “your arm needs to be amputated” this was about the worse news he could have gotten. Big Mac had a lot of responsibilities at Sweet Apple Acers, and if he couldn’t do the work, who would?
Dr. Stable outlined a course of action: Big Mac was only to do light work and try to favor his good arm. He was still to exercise his right arm, but more in the style of stretches rather than weight lifting. In a month’s time he would come back to see how his shoulder was healing. If everything looked fine, he was free to go back to what he had been doing. If the ridge of bone continued to grow, or the crack wasn’t healing, surgery may be required to either remove the excess or close the crack with a plate. Neither one sounded like a good option.
Dr. Stable prescribed him some stronger painkillers and wished him the best of luck with his recovery. Big Mac trudged home, a dark cloud hanging over his head. The storm he had seen earlier over the Everfree Forest was making its way into town, so there was no one on the streets to ask him why he was so down. At the moment though, he didn’t feel like talking.
The entire walk home from Ponyville Hospital, Big Mac dragged his hooves and stared at the ground. The storm that was coming in kept getting closer, and he could start to hear thunder off in the distance. He tried to think that the news about his shoulder wasn’t that bad. Harvesting season was over so most of the hard work was done for the year. Also, Apple Bloom was getting better and better at the jobs of the farm. Besides, with some rest and downtime his shoulder might heal up and it would be like nothing had ever happened. But no matter what he thought about, the idea that maybe things wouldn’t heal right or something else would go wrong and force him to stop working kept creeping back into his head. His family depended on him, and hardworking as they were, Applejack and Apple Bloom couldn’t support both him and Granny Smith while running the farm.
Big Mac made it home just as the first few drops of rain were starting to fall. He could hear the voices of Applejack, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle coming from the kitchen. They all sounded tired, but happy. Applejack poked her head out of the doorway when she heard him shut the front door, “Howdy Big Mac, how’d things go?” Big Mac gave the “so-so” sign with his hand as he walked over to the kitchen. “What’s going on?” asked Applejack.
Big Mac thought for a second, deciding on what details to give out as to not worry anyone. “Apparently that branch cracked the bone some, and when I tweak it, it opens back up again. I’m due back in a moth to see how things are going.”
Applejack didn’t seem bothered by the news at all. “Well then, it’s a good thing apple-buck season is over. You just rest up some and you’ll be back to full muster in no time.”
“Eeyup,” said Big Mac, sounding stressed about it. No one else seemed to pay it any mind though, Big Mac didn’t like to bother others with his problems and what they didn’t know couldn’t hurt them. At least, right now it wasn’t a problem.
Apple Bloom’s friends stayed for dinner. It was only fair, considering how much they had helped out today. Over dinner they went all over their different adventures during the day, asking Applejack if she remember them only to have Applejack reply, “Yeah, I was there.” Big Mac ate in silence, his thoughts still consumed by his shoulder problems; just thinking about it seemed to make his shoulder ache.
He snapped back to attention when Apple Bloom started talking to him. “How were things at the doctors?”
“Did you see Nurse Redheart?” asked Scootaloo.
Everyone looked at Scootaloo, all wondering the same thing but only Sweetie Belle thought to ask, “Why do you want to know if she was there?”
Scootaloo was eager to answer, “She’s Rainbow Dash’s doctor, and I heard Rainbow Dash talking about how she once went down on her.”
Granny Smith wacked Scootaloo on the head with her spoon, “You mind your mouth, little missy!”
Scootaloo rubbed her head, “What? That’s what she said. I don’t even know what it means.”
Granny Smith still looked angry, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked confused, and Applejack and Big Mac looked embarrassed. “Next time we see Rainbow, I’ll have her explain what it means,” said Applejack.
Fortunately, dinner was about over. As they were working on the dishes they noticed the storm was getting worse. Not wanting to send Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle home or make someone come pick them up in the rain, Applejack invited them to spend the night. Good thing Apple Bloom’s room was at the other end of the hall from his, Big Mac was going to have a hard enough time getting to sleep tonight without a bunch of fillies having a slumber party.
Big Mac couldn’t tell if it was his troubled mind or the activates he had done during the day - his examination and going down on Nurse Redheart himself being the major ones - but his shoulder was starting to bother him again. After his bath and getting ready for bed he took and put his new prescription painkillers at the front of the medicine cabinet, pulling out two tablets to take after he brushed his teeth. With that complete, he rolled into bed, laying down on his left side. He tried to take his mind off things by listening to the sound of the rain and thunder outside and the sound of his family getting ready for bed. Or getting ready for fun with her friends in Apple Bloom’s case. After about half an hour, he started to feel the effects of the painkillers wash over him and soon he was out like a light.
***
Big Mac opened his eyes and blinked; his vision seemed fuzzy. It looked like he was laying on his back in a black room but he couldn’t make out anything, no walls, no ceiling, nothing. Then, as his eyes focused, he could see something gray at the top of his field of vision. He craned his neck back to get a better look. It was Mayor’s hair. Mayor was naked except for her glasses and was just sitting on her knees looking at him with a slight grin on her face. “Mayor?” he asked, “What’s going on?”
Big Mac tried to roll over so he could face Mayor right-side-up, but something was holding on to him. He lifted his head up to see what it was; his eyes went wide in shock as he did. He was spread out on the ground, completely naked, surrounded by the spa triplets, Rarity, Pinkie, and Redheart. Aloe and Rarity were holding down his right arm, Redheart and Lotus his left arm, and Vera and Pinkie each had one of his legs. The other mares were naked as well with the exception that the triplets had on their head bands and Redheart was wearing her nurse’s hat. They were all looking at Big Mac with the same grin as Mayor.
“What are you doing!?” asked Big Mac as he closed his eyes and struggled to move. He didn’t feel weak but he couldn’t seem to move any of the mares. It was as if they were made of iron; they didn’t flex as he tugged and pushed on his limbs, they just stat there unmoving like statues, their skin didn’t even deform. Big Mac started to realize his efforts were futile, and he started to survey the surroundings more. He and the mares were in a circle of light in an otherwise dark area with a gray floor. There didn’t seem to be a source of light, it just wasn’t dark. He looked back around at all the mares who had seduced him, “What are you going to do with me?” They just continued to stare at him; they didn’t even seem to blink or breathe.
Big Mac heard hoof-steps getting closer from the darkness in front of him. In eerie unison, all the mares looked in the direction of the steps. The steeps drew closer until out of the darkness into the circle, Applejack appeared. “Howdy Big Mac.” She was naked except for her hat, which she seemed to wear no matter what. Applejack was the epitome of the sexy farm girl. She was tall, slender with some muscle, had a few freckles and large breasts with pert, pink nipples which stood out from her orange coat. Applejack had an almost evil grin on her face.
Big Mac’s eyes widened again, “Applejack! What is this all about?”
“Well,” she said walking up to him, “It’s about your shoulder.” As she walked up to him the other mares continued to follower her movements with their heads, watching her intently. “If your shoulder goes out, the farm’s going to be in a heap of trouble.” She stepped over him so her legs were on either side of his chest. “We need someone to help pick up the slack but we can’t afford to hire out and the rest of the family can’t spare anyone.” She got down on her knees. “But then it hit me: If we can’t find anyone to help, you and I will make someone to help.”
Big Mac was in utter shock. There was no way he would go along with what she was suggesting; it was wrong on every level. “You can’t be serious!!!” he shouted at his sister.
Suddenly, Mayor reached out and grabbed the sides of his head. She didn’t hurt him but her grip was as strong as the others. Applejack leaned in close, putting one hand on his chest and grabbing his chin with the other. In a lustful voice she said, “I’ve never been more serious.” She then gave Big Mac the most forceful kiss he ever had. Big Mac clenched is eyes, jaw and lips shut, trying to keep her from doing anything else untoward. He began struggling under her again, ten times harder than before, but the grip of the mares wouldn’t break. All he could really do was squirm and tense with Applejack on top of him.
After what felt like an eternity, Applejack broke the kiss. Big Mac kept his mouth shut in case she tried to kiss him again. Instead she leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You know Big Mac, I always thought you were a good lookin’ stallion.” Applejack started to slide down his body, making sure to have her breasts pressed against him as she went. She had a wicked smile as she stopped to play with one of his black nipples, licking than and then pinching the tips with her teeth, causing him to whine and moan. “Cheerilee should have played with you when she had the chance.” Why? Why was his sister doing this to him?
Deciding to inspect the goods, Applejack swung around so she her head was over Big Mac’s groin. She had her legs spread giving him a full view of her pink pussy that was already starting to get wet. “So this is what all the mares want,” she said getting a good look at his black manhood. She held it upright the top portion above the ring in its center flopping to one side. Big Mac tried to ignore the sensation and sat still. “Hmm…Isn’t quite ready yet. But I know how to fix that.” Applejack used her other hand to grab the top half of his cock and held it vertical. She then ran the very tip of her tongue up the length of it, as if she was trying to tickle him. Big Mac grunted and tensed. Applejack gave a pleased chuckle in response to his reaction.
Applejack stuck the end of his cock into her mouth and began to swirl her tongue around it. With Mayor still holding his head, Big Mac looked around at the other mares. They were all sitting, completely unmoving, intently watching everything Applejack did. After a minute, she let his cock fall out of her mouth and hit his belly, “Ah, almost ready.” She propped it upright again and slid forward, her breasts sliding onto either side of his shaft and she pressed them together. “This should do the trick,” and she started to move her breasts all around the sides of his cock, just like Pinkie had done. Big Mac shut his eyes and whimpered under the attack while Applejack chuckled again, “I’m such a good sister, doing this for her big brother.”
Applejack took the head of his cock into her wet mouth again. She bobbed her head up and down in time with how she moved her breasts. Suddenly she forced her head down, squeezing her breasts as she did, letting his cock slide into her throat. Big Mac’s stomach clenched up; it felt just like Mayor when she had deep-throat him. Even though the sensation was unreal, Big Mac didn’t fell at all close to coming. It may have felt good, but it was a sick and twisted pleasure.
Applejack eventually stopped and pumped his spit-covered cock with her hand, “Wow Big Mac. With your size and endurance, you have to be the best fuck in all of Ponyville.” Applejack pushed herself off of him and stood up. She walked around so she was standing over his face, her front towards his head and Mayor. Big Mac and the other mares looked up at her as she spread her pussy with her index and ring finger. A few drops of cunny-honey fell onto Big Mac’s face as she did. “Look Big Mac. You’ve made me so wet.” She stuck her middle finger into her folds and fingered herself a few times, making more of her juices drip down onto Big Mac, who shuttered as they hit him. He sputtered to keep any of them from getting into his mouth.
Applejack held her hand up to her mouth and licked off some of her own juices. “Time to get down to business,” and she started to walk around him back to his legs.
“Please Applejack, don’t do it!” Big Mac pleaded. But Applejack wouldn’t be deterred.
She got on her knees over his crotch with one hand on his stomach. “It’s just sex,” she said as she held his cock up to her labia, rubbing against the head to lubricate it with her juices. “It’s not going to kill you; you’re supposed to enjoy it. I know I will!” In one swift motion, she forced herself down on his cock, taking it all the way inside her. Big Mac felt like he had been gutted, it was as if every muscle in his stomach fired at once. He wanted to scream, but he had no breath.
Applejack lifted up a few inches before falling back down again, giggling with evil glee. How did she do it? Even Mayor wasn’t able to take him all in the first go. Suddenly Big Mac made a haunting realization: Applejack was the combination of all the mares who had sex with him. She had the capacity of Mayor and Redheart, the energy of Pinkie, the forcefulness of Rarity and, with the other mares, the teamwork of Aloe, Vera and Lotus. She was a monster of his own creation.
The sensation was starting to get to Big Mac. The feel of Applejack’s pussy over his entire cock, her juices flowing down the sides to soak his thighs and balls, her fingers digging into his chest. Applejack didn’t seem fazed at all by what was happening. “How is it?” she taunted. “How do you like fucking your own sister?”
“Please…” Big Mac cried, “Please stop. I’m begging you.”
“Why should I stop? You didn’t ask any of the other mares to stop, and they just wanted a fuck. This time, it’s for a good reason.” Applejack started to speed up. Big Mac could feel himself getting closer every time his cock slid back into Applejack. “It’s for the farm… for our family… for us.” Applejack reached a point where it wasn’t possible for her to ride him any faster. Juices practically poured out of her pussy as it started to tighten. Any second now.
“Now come!” shouted Applejack, and she lifted herself above the ring is his cock and slammed back down, her clit and the flesh of her pussy grinding along his ring and shaft as they went. Big Mac cried, tears forming in eyes as he felt his spunk start pumping into Applejack’s pussy. “Yes!” gasped Applejack as she threw her head back, holding her hat to make sure it didn’t fall off.
Big Mac panted, his vision had gone white. When it came back, Applejack and the rest of the mares were looking straight into his eyes. They all had the same evil smiles on their faces. “Well,” said Applejack, “that was a good session.” She stood up, his cock slid out of her, covered in a thick layer of her cunny-honey and his spunk. A small trickle of the mixture oozed out of applejack’s pussy onto the head of his cock, which seemed to remain upright at full hardness despite what had just happened.
“Unfortunately,” Applejack continued, “I don’t know if I’m in season right now, so we’ll have to go again.” Big Mac saw an evil twinkle in her eye.
“No,” he whispered.
“Like maybe right now!” Applejack dropped back onto him and started riding him faster than seemed physically possible. She had an evil laugh that would have rivaled Nightmare Moon’s. All Big Mac could do was scream.
***
Big Mac thrashed around in his sheets for a second before springing up in his bed. His eyes darted around the room as he panted. It had all been a horrible dream. He sighed in relief as he felt his forehead. He had been sweating profusely in his sleep; where he had been laying on the sheets and pillowcase were damp. A flash and massive crack of thunder from outside caught his attention, and he got up and went over to the window. The rain was coming down in bucket-loads; if the house wasn’t under the center of the storm, it was close.
Big Mac walked to the bathroom to wash his face. As he shut the water off he thought of something. He opened the medicine and took out the bottle of painkillers. He read over all the instructions and side effects, but didn’t find anything indicating that taking the drug would cause nightmares. He put the bottle at the very back of the cabinet. No matter how good those painkillers may be and how much his shoulder might hurt, it wasn’t worth another dream like that.
It was Friday morning after the storm, and everyone in the Apply Family’s house had slept in a little because of the roar of the storm waking them up last night. After a quick breakfast Big Mac, Applejack, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were walking around looking for signs of damage. The house managed just fine and because most of the dead and weak branches on the trees had been knocked loose from apple-bucking, there wasn’t much to clean up. Everyone was a little groggy starting out from their sleep being interrupted, but they all perked up as the work progressed.
Big Mac, however, was the exception. It wasn’t so much the storm that had kept him awake as it was the nightmare he had were Applejack had forced him to have sex with her. While the storm moved on and dissipated, the memory of his dream did not. The dream forced him to contemplate his sex life, and his total lack of control over it. Any other colt would think he was crazy; having over half a dozen mares throw themselves at him in less than a month. But Big Mac didn’t like things being so uncertain, and that’s what his dream had forced him to think about.
Big Mac wouldn’t mind the swinger lifestyle if he was more outgoing socially. But everyone liked Big Mac for being so laid back and easy going. Big Mac was worried that eventually some mare would take advantage of him and real consequences would result. Whether that was getting someone pregnant - so far, Pinkie was the only one who used protection – or causing a divorce or feud, he didn’t know, but they all sounded equally bad.
Adding to his problems was his shoulder. It felt fine now because it was still early in the day, but the feeling of uncertainty keep creeping in on him. He needed to work to keep his family afloat, and if things went wrong with his recovery, it could put the farm in jeopardy. At least the work right now was light and would be over soon. Work was one of the ways Big Mac took his mind off his problems; it felt like he was getting things done to get things back on the right track. But this time, working might contribute to the problem. Big Mac tried to favor his left arm, but he felt slow and clumsy. “Please Celestia,” he though, “Please let things heal right.”
Everyone was piling up the last few sticks and branches when Apple Bloom came running up to the group. “Quick!” she said, a little out of breath, “Everyone grab some clippers or a saw and follow me.” She went into the barn to grab the tools while everyone else followed out of curiosity.
“What are you talking about Apple Bloom?” asked Scootaloo.
“The storm knocked a big tree down on Zecora’s hut last night.” Apple Bloom handed tools to Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle as she talked. “We need to go help her before her roof or wall gives way.”
Applejack and Big Mac scowled at their sister. “Apple Bloom!” shouted Applejack, “You were supposed be helping us clean up the farm, not wandering off into the Everfree Forest!”
Apple Bloom looked around trying to think of an excuse. “I was just, uh… We need to hurry!” and she and her two friends bolted off in the direction of Zecora.
“Oh! That filly!” grunted Applejack. Big Mac could tell that if she had stuck around, Applejack would have paddled Apple Bloom. “We’ll I guess I better go after them,” she said. Applejack went to grab an axe.
“I’ll come with,” said Big Mac as he walked over to the tool rack.
“What about your shoulder?” asked Applejack, “Aren’t you supposed to take it easy?”
“I can still use a saw in my left arm, and working will hopefully take my mind of it.”
“Well, if you’re sure. It is the Everfree Forest so we might need all the help we can get.” She handed him a bow-saw and the two of them set off.
Big Mac had been told by his sisters how to get to Zecora’s house but he had never been there himself. In fact, the only time he ever met Zecora was briefly during Nightmare Night. Although he figured most ponies didn’t know Zecora that well. Big Mac and Applejack trudged through the Everfree Forest keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of danger, but in the day it really didn’t seem that bad. About the only unpleasant thing on the journey was all the mud that the storm had made. Big Mac didn’t pay it any mind, the walk was keeping him from thinking about other things, and that’s what he wanted.
They caught up to the girls a little ways before they got to Zecora’s hut. When the group entered the clearing they saw a large tree partially resting on one edge of the hut. It didn’t look like it had done much damage but with another storm or some wind that could easily change. Zecora was hacking away at some of the branches to try and lighten it with a stone hand axe. She had on her brown cloak to keep off the water that was dripping down from the canopy. Apple Bloom led the way over to her. “Zecora! I brought some help.”
Zecora turned to inspect the group, her blue eyes appearing from underneath her hood. She was glad for the large number. “Thank you very much Apple Bloom, we must remove this tree soon.” Big Mac had forgotten about the rhyming.
“We’re all over it,” said Apple Bloom. The Cutie Mark Crusaders immediately ran over to the tree and started clipping of branches as best they could. Their small size and the particular tools they brought – had clippers and small saws – weren’t quite up to the task of taking on a whole tree. Applejack and Big Mac began to work on the larger limbs with loppers, a double bit axe and the bow-saw. Zecora continued to help as well, but the wood was still green and the relatively blunt head of her stone axe bounced off more often than it bit into the wood. The steel edges and teeth of the Apple Family’s tolls however were making quick work of anything they were used against.
The group continued working into the midafternoon. Zecora would bring out snacks and drinks for the group every now and then. Applejack offered Zecora one of the metal hand-axes they had brought but she politely turned it down. At last they had cut off all of the branches and the trunk was now light enough to slide off of Zecora’s roof. Everyone worked together with Big Mac, Applejack and Zecora on the roof to lift up the top and heave it to one side. The trunk crashed into the ground, the Cutie Mark Crusaders cheering as it did. “Glad that’s over with,” said Applejack and she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
“Eeyup,” replied Big Mac. He could feel his shoulder staring to burn.
As they climbed down from the roof, Zecora still eyed the tree. “I hate to ask but if you could, please help me make it into firewood?”
Big Mac and Applejack looked at each other, but Apple Bloom answered for them. “Sure we will! C’mon Crusaders!” and the three fillies started hacking at the largest section of the trunk with their ineffectual tools.
“We’ll just do a few logs,” Applejack told Big Mac, “I think we’ve helped out plenty today.” Big Mac nodded, Applejack saying “help” to him reminded him of his dream some. He could still remember it so vividly.
Big Mac got back to work with the saw; his left arm and hand were starting to get tired. After sawing of the end of the tree into one log, he finally couldn’t take it anymore and switched to his right arm. While he stared sawing again, Applejack rounded up the girls. “Alright, young'ins, it’s time to get home.”
“But we’re not finished,” protested Sweetie Belle.
“I know, but you and Scootaloo haven’t been home for over a day. Don’t you think your families are getting worried?” asked Applejack.
“I guess you’re right,” answered Scootaloo.
“Alright, glad we got that settled.” Applejack looked over to Big Mac. “Hey Big Mac, you ready to go?”
Big Mac looked up, “Just let me finish this log.”
“Alright. Y’all better stick with me.”
“We found our way in just fine,” whined Apple Bloom.
“Maybe, but this is the Everfree Forest, you can never be too careful.”
“Careful like the time you and your friends ran through the poison joke?” said Apple Bloom, sounding quite snarky. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle giggled.
“That’s it!” shouted Applejack, “When we get home, you’re grounded!”
Apple Bloom and her friends groaned and started the walk home, Applejack following close behind.
Big Mac carried on working on the section he was on. About half way through, the log shifted and pinched the saw while he was on the up-stroke and it jammed. It felt as if someone had just driven a nail though his shoulder. “Damn it!” he cursed under his breath. He rubbed it far a few minutes until the worst of the pain was over. He felt so stupid, why did he have to tweak his shoulder again? His heart felt heavy as he rubbed his right side, it seemed as if fate was working against him.
Zecora came around to the tree. “Big Mac what is wrong? Have you worked too long?”
“It’s my shoulder,” he grunted, “I tweaked it again.”
“I can see this is not a one-time thing, it looks as though it must really sting.”
“Eeyup.”
Zecora smiled warmly, “Come with me, I might have a remedy.”
Big Mac followed her into her hut, not even thinking about how he was alone with yet another mare. Big Mac stood by the doorway looking at all the strange things that made up Zecora’s belongings. Masks and other trinkets hung on any part of the walls that weren’t covered in shelves that were stacked with bottles and flasks. Charms, wind chimes and several hanging plants were fixed to the ceiling. In the center was a fire pit with a large cauldron over it. At opposite ends of the room was a potions table and her bed. Big Mac hadn’t felt so out of place since he had visited the spa.
Zecora started going through the bottles and containers either looking at the label or opening and smelling the contents. She pulled down her hood so it was not impeding her search. This let Big Mac get her first good look at her. She had a strip of black and white hair that matched her stripes down the center of her head. Despite the humidity and being trapped under her hood all day, it still managed to stand on end in a perfect mohawk. She wore several gold rings around her neck and had earrings that looked like they were the same size of the rings on her neck. She was tall, not quite as tall as him but easily the tallest mare he had ever seen with the exception of the princesses.
After searching a second shelf, Zecora found what she was looking for. “This potion should do the trick. I know it tastes bad, so drink it quick.”
Big Mac took the gourd container from her and sniffed the liquid inside it. It almost made him gag. “What in Equestria is in this?”
“I’m not sure you would like to know, nothing that would be considered evil though.”
Big Mac though for a second, “So no parts from another pony?” Zecora shook her head. That was the major thing Big Mac was worried about. He looked back at the gourd in his hand; he really didn’t see how some little potion could fix his shoulder. “Well, Zecora used a potion to fix Apple Bloom’s teeth that one time,” he thought, “Maybe there’s something to this.”
Big Mac chugged down the potion. Zecora wasn’t kidding about it tasting bad. At least the taste blocked out the pain in his shoulder for a second. He ran his teeth over his tongue trying to get the taste out of his mouth. “Could I have some wa…” Before he could finish, his shoulder, upper back and upper right arm swelled up like a balloon! Big Mac was absolutely terrified; what had Zecora done to him?! But as quickly as it had swollen, that area of his body deflated back to normal size. To his amazement, the pain was gone. He moved his right arm all around and twisted his upper back from side to side. Had he tried this before taking the potion he would have been in unbearable agony, but now it was as if that branch had never hit him in the first place.
Big Mac looked back at Zecora, who again had a warm smile on her face. “How did you…?”
“It’s not that I think you’re thick, but it takes some time to understand magic. But it’s not that much different, if you will, than when a doctor gives you a pill.”
“But, it worked so fast. I don’t think there’s any pill that can do what your potion just did.”
“For a while, that’s how I thought, but medicine can do things potions cannot. For had your shoulder broken through, there would have been little I could do. And no matter how much you drink, they cannot bring life back from the brink.”
Zecora was intelligent, but humble. There was no doubt that she was incredibly wise, even if her rhyming drove Applejack nuts. “Well thanks again Zecora,” said Big Mac, “I don’t know how I can repay you.”
“Your work today was more than enough, you help save my house and my stuff.”
Big Mac nodded, “Well I better head out, Applejack and the fillies are probably home already.” Outside there was a flash of lightning, quickly followed by a rumble of thunder. Big Mac and Zecora walked over to the front door and looked out. It was starting to sprinkle; another storm was rolling in. Fortunately, it didn’t look as bad as the one last night. Big Mac walked over and picked up his saw where it was leaning against what was left of the tree.
“Big Mac, if I may, I would suggest you stay,” Zecora protested.
“It’s only about a mile back to the farm.”
“In your quest to leave so soon, you would likely meet your doom. The river may flood to maximum height, but you’re more than welcome to stay the night.”
Big Mac thought it over. If he made it home, the worst thing that would probably happen would be that he catch a cold from walking in the rain. But Zecora knew the forest much better than he did. In addition, she just fixed his shoulder, and there was no sense dying before he could get to use it. But if he stayed, it would mean being alone with another mare for the entire night. While Zecora hadn’t made any moves on him, it might have been because the others were around. Isolated for a night in the middle of the Everfree Forest, she could do anything and everything with him. The memory of his nightmare was bad enough without the possibility of Zecora acting some of it out.
But in the end, fear for his life outweighed the desire to protect what was left of his chastity. Big Mac hung his head and sighed, “Alright.”
“That I’m glad to hear. Please get comfortable my dear.” Zecora turned and walked back into her hut. Big Mac dragged his way over to the door; it was going to be a long night.
Once inside, Big Mac shook off what water he could from the saw and set it down where it wouldn’t get wet. Meanwhile, Zecora walked over to what looked like a hat or coat stand. After fiddling with the cord that fastened her cloak around her neck, she let it slide down her shoulders and back. Zecora had a perfect hour-glass body. She was wearing a simple top and bottom made out of spotted animal hide which left most of her stomach and back exposed. She turned back around and walked to the cauldron in the center of the room. She had big breasts which only accented her figure. To Big Mac, it seemed like the seduction was already beginning.
The rain outside was picking up; Zecora really knew what she was talking about. She motioned to a chair. Big Mac took a seat while Zecora set about making dinner. For the most part he just sat in silence staring at the ground or his hooves. Maybe if he didn’t cause much of a distraction the whole thing would blow over without incident. Big Mac couldn’t take his mind off his sex life. It kept shifting back and forth between his dream and the mares he had slept with: the spa triplets Aloe, Vera and Lotus, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Mayor Mare and Nurse Redheart.
Dinner was awkward. It wasn’t that the food was bad, even though it was a lot different from what Big Mac usually ate; it was because he felt that at any moment Zecora would say something that would remind him about his dream, but he couldn’t help but think about it anyway. Zecora tried asking about running Sweet Apple Acres and his sisters, but his mind was so preoccupied that he only gave short disjointed answers.
After cleaning up Zecora turned to Big Mac, “Maybe it would help your head, simply if we went to bed.” Big Mac volunteered to sleep on the floor, but Zecora telling him that centipedes and other bugs often sought shelter during the rain quickly changed his mind. The bed was easily big enough for both of them to lie down and not be in contact with one another. Zecora took the side closest to the wall. She didn’t change into anything; she apparently always wore her hide top and bottom. Big Mac took off his clothes but kept on his boxers, quickly sliding in under the covers.
Big Mac lay facing the center of the room on his right side without discomfort, something he hadn’t been able to do in a long time. Comfortable as the bed was, he didn’t feel tired; his mind kept racing. All of his experiences in his sex life had been because it was the mare wanted to, and the realization made him feel spineless.
He and Zecora lay facing opposite directions with little movement for the better part of an hour. Finally, Zecora rolled onto her back and turned her head towards him. “I can tell something besides your shoulder is causing you pain. Perhaps I can help if you care to explain.”
Big Mac didn’t move, “Well…it’s kind of complicated.”
“Matters of the mind can be that way, but I promise to listen to what you say.”
Big Mac rolled onto his other side and faced Zecora. “Alight, if you want to know.” Big Mac then lay his heart bare. He told her about his encounter with the spa triplets after he first hurt his shoulder; trying on outfits with Rarity; the bath with Pinkie; visiting Mayor; and his examination with Redheart. He didn’t give any graphic details, but enough to let Zecora know what happened. Finally, he told her about his nightmare were Applejack raped him, and about how unsure he felt.
Zecora listened intently, not once interrupting him. When he was finished, Zecora thought for a second. “While your encounters, some would flaunt, your problem is you don’t know what you want.”
Big Mac gave Zecora a confused look, “But I know what I want. I want an ongoing relationship.”
“I don’t think you need to start one so soon, you want a relationship, but with whom?”
Big Mac thought for a minute, “I don’t know.”
Zecora seemed glad she was able to impart some wisdom. “It’s nice you have a standard that you will not break; but half a plan does not a goal make. It’s alright if things don’t work out with a friend, you just have to get up and try again.”
Big Mac looked down the bed towards his hooves. “Now I’m even less sure about it.”
“Our desires can change and we don’t know how, so tell me, what do you want right now?”
Big Mac looked up at Zecora as she spoke and then back down at his hooves. He considered every mare who he had been with and some who he was really close friends with. He even thought about Cheerilee, but dismissed the idea of a relationship with her fairly quickly. No one stood out. Everyone he could think of were just friends, business partners, or mares who had a fling with him.
Then he looked back up at Zecora and their eyes met. He hardly knew her. This was the most time he had spent with her and it was less than a day. But there was something about her that just made him feel at ease. She healed his shoulder without a second thought, offered him a place to stay for the night, and put aside his fears about being nothing more than a sex object to women. All of this without asking for anything in return.
Something clicked. Big Mac leaned in so that their muzzles were touching. “I want you.”
Zecora blushed a little. Big Mac didn’t know if it was the closeness and shared breath or that she reciprocated his feelings, but they tilted up their heads until their lips met. Big Mac slid his arms around her lower back while Zecora put hers around the back of his neck and they pulled each other close. They relished the feel of the kiss and how well their bodies fit together.
After a minute they broke the kiss to catch their breath and gaze into each other’s eyes. They kissed again, mouths open and tongues playing with one another. Big Mac and Zecora both moaned at the sensation and hugged tight, each enjoying the taste and feel of the other. It was as if they were one being sharing two bodies.
Again they came up for air. “Though it’s been a while since I’ve been kissed, I didn’t think it feel as good as this,” said Zecora after a short gasp. She and Big Mac retuned to kissing. Big Mac, feeling more confident, slid a hand down her back and grabbed one of her firm butt cheeks. Zecora moaned into the kiss and pulled his head even tighter against hers. She brought one hand around to his chest to feel his muscles while he continued to squeeze her ass. They both knew what direction this was going.
Zecora reached down to his waist and felt the bulge in the front of his boxers. Big Mac pulled his head back and grunted as Zecora ran her hand over him. “I really want to feel your meat. Don’t worry though, I’m not in heat.” Zecora tossed the blanket back as she sat up and took her top off. She had breasts that gave the false impression that they were a little saggy, but it was just how they were shaped. They each has a few black stripes on them like the rest of her hair and fur and capped with a pert black nipple. Big Mac felt something building inside him again.
He leaned forward, grabbing one of her breasts with one hand and pressing his face against the other. Zecora moaned and arched her back and neck. “You’re lovely Zecora,” whispered Big Mac. He lifted one breast so the nipple was even with his mouth and ran the length of his tongue over it. Zecora shivered and moaned even louder. He then then started to suck on her tit while he squeezed the other one with his hand. He switched breasts after a few seconds and repeated his technique.
Finally, Zecora gently pushed back on his head to get him to stop. He looked up into her blue eyes. “You’re certainly good at what you do, allow me to pleasure you.” Big Mac lay back down and pulled his boxers off while Zecora did the same thing with her bottoms. Zecora then got down on all fours over him with her head above his groin. Zecora held his hard black cock up to her face, running her hand over the ring in his shaft. “You’ve been blessed with a wonderful dick; it has such great features and is so long and thick.” She licked around the head of his cock and the end of his shaft, causing Big Mac to grunt and tense. She then took him into her mouth with a pleased sigh. As she bobbed her head while sucking him, she used one hand to stroke the part of his shaft below the ring.
Big Mac opened his eyes as he got used to the sensation. He looked up and could see Zecora’s pussy and ass above his face. Just like her nipples, the flesh of her pussy was black and shiny. She was already starting to get wet. Big Mac grabbed her hips and pulled his face up to her pussy, sliding his tongue over it and tasting her sweet cunny-honey. Zecora groaned around his cock but continued to bob her head up and down on it. He played with her like this a little longer. He then used his tongue to flick her clit and then sucked and pinched it between his lips. Zecora squirmed over him, stopping mid-motion on his cock. He continued as she pulled his cock out her mouth and gasped. “I’m afraid that it feels so good, that I can no longer suck your wood,” she said in a labored voice.
Big Mac continued to lick her for a few more seconds before stopping to look into her eyes again. When their eyes met they both knew immediately what the other wanted to do. Zecora rolled off of Big Mac while he moved to one side of the bed. Zecora laid down on her back with her head on the pillow and spread her legs. Big Mac got up over her and guided the head of his cock to her labia and pressed it lightly against her. “Ready?” asked Big Mac.
“I cannot even begin, to tell you how much I want you to put it in,” replied Zecora. Big Mac closed his eyes and pushed his cock into her black pussy. The fit was perfect; even though Big Mac was large, Zecora was tall. Zecora wailed as he slid into her, gripping the sheet and pillow. Big Mac’s chest pressed against Zecora’s the more he pushed in; his cock going in past the ring and almost to the base. Now as deep as he thought he could go, Big Mac and Zecora looked into each other’s eyes again. Zecora put her arms around the back of his neck and they kissed and Big Mac started pumping in and out her.
There was no doubt that Zecora was enjoying herself with how much she moaned and how wet her pussy was getting. For Big Mac, it was more than just good sex, it felt liberating. All of the anxiety he had been feeling about his shoulder and sex life had vanished. For once, he wanted a mare as much as she wanted him; maybe even more. Zecora was right, he just needed to take a chance and take the initiative in a relationship. He had, and he was now having the most intimate moments with a mare ever, where their bodies seemed built for one another.
Big Mac could feel his climax building inside him, and Zecora’s building in her body. Her cunny-honey flowed out from around his cock as her pussy started to squeeze him. He had his chest firmly pressed against her chest, her hard nipples almost scratching him. Zecora moaned into his ear, “A better cock there could not be, please release it inside of me.” Big Mac lifted himself up so he could get some better leverage. He pulled out his cock enough so that the ring slid out of her pussy and then gave several quick deep thrusts, having his ring slam into her clit and grind along her labia each time.
Zecora screamed in ecstasy and Big Mac grunted as he based his cock into her on the final thrust. He bit the nape of her neck and she clawed his back as he shot his spunk deep inside her and she clamped down onto his cock simultaneously. After four generous spurts of spunk, both Big Mac’s and Zecora’s bodies relaxed and they slumped down against one another. After catching their breath, Zecora looked up at Big Mac, “You give me the shakes. Big Mac, you have my thanks.”
“Thank you Zecora.” Big Mac and Zecora kissed basking in their afterglow, tongues playing with each other. Big Mac could only think, “Thank you Zecora, for everything.”
