> Big Mac and the Lazy Housewife
>  by RoyalBardofCanterlot
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> Happy Wife, Happy Life
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Fluttershy fluttered into the cottage, gently closing the door behind her and landing on the wooden floor, sighing. She had had her lunch outside and the plate was precariously balanced on her back. Daffodil sandwich and carrots. She trotted over the floor, into the kitchen. Keeping peace between Mr. Snake and Mr. Lizard proved an exhausting task and she was worried that she might have to ask one of them to leave.

She walked by the table and set the dirty plate into the sink. She knew she should wash it, but she just didn't feel like it. Many Ponies just didn't understand how exhausting caring for animals was so maybe she could be a bit lazy with her other chores. 

But any Pony who commented on it could try caring for a menagerie of woodland creatures-many of whom avoided each other in nature-for a day. She frowned, ran a hoof over the counter, blew the dust off it. 

Oh my, I really have been neglecting keeping this place clean. After a short nap on the couch, she would get right to dusting. She couldn't help but let her mind drift as she walked over to the couch. What would happen if she'd been a filly and hadn't cleaned up after herself? Her own parents weren't strict, but some were. Some daddies might even flip her across their knee and...

She stopped herself and laid on the couch, bringing a wing up to her mouth and began to preen, carefully brushing her mouth through her pinions. Any broken ones were discarded on the couch. 

Even more of a mess. She blushed. In her mind, the "daddy" was big and red and muscular and she was a little filly, brought across his knee, her bottom doomed to being sore and red.

She took in a breath, tore out a broken feather, wincing at the pain. No, no, she couldn't nourish those thoughts. That shameful stack of magazines under her bed was bad enough and she was determined to throw them out as soon as she could get around to it.

It would be so embarrassing if Big Mac found out she was a pervert who harbored such wrong desires! She trembled. Big Mac was so soft and loving. Every time they made love, he was so gentle with her, kissing her down there, only entering her when she indicated she was ready.

That's why she loved him! Spanking was a punishment and a harsh one at that. She'd only been spanked once her entire foalhood-by her mother and it'd been requested after Dash had received the dreaded penalty after they'd pulled a prank together. Her father would never have done so, no matter what. He was in the stallions don't hit mares school of thought. (Her brother on the other hoof had often had trouble sitting down.)

She let her mind drift back to that single, foalhood spanking. After her mother had held her tight. She'd felt cleansed. Safe. Loved.

Laying her head on the pillow, she let her mind drift completely. One hoof went down as she felt herself being lulled to sleep. She'd had a tiring day. She deserved a break. 

Her eyes were closed now and the subject her mind had been on had made her feel excited. The petals of her flower were beginning to drip with dew. In her relaxed, tired state of mind she forgot that her husband might come back from his job at Sweet Apple Acres any minute. She grazed her hoof along her slit, her petals slick with the love dew. She was already so wet. Her hoof continued gently teasing her place of pleasure.

Little squeaks escaped her lips and then that final surge lulled her off to sleep.

A few moments later, Big Mac stepped inside, smiled at his sleeping wife. Her daily tasks often made her tired. He blushed as he realized where her hoof was. Trotting past her, he pulled a blanket over her. She yawned, turned, but didn't wake up. He softly stepped away from the couch, careful not to wake her. He'd had two sisters, both of whom were quite likely to take a nap in the apple orchard so he had practice moving around and not waking up a sleeping mare (or filly.) 

He was a little hungry, but she hadn't gotten started on dinner so he decided to make a little snack and stepped into the kitchen. A white bowl on the table held some fresh cut flowers. He got a plate from the cabinet and set it on the table, noting a dirty dish.

Big Mac could forgive her for being tired, but the counter was also dusty. It was almost like she was being a little lazy. As he gathered the fixings for a flower salad, he scolded himself for that though. He sat at the table, stabbed the bits of flower with a knife, brought it to his lips, munched down on the fresh sunflowers.

They were a sweet, tangy flavor. Fresh and filling. The thought returned to him. Was she being lazy? Was it possible that she wanted him to get mad at her?

He remembered those magazines he'd found. Whacked Tushy Weekly. All those interesting pictures. Looking at them had even made him a little hot and bothered. He was still a little annoyed with her, that she'd look at pictures of other stallions doing that.

Sighing deeply, he finished up his meal. If she had those desires why not just tell him? Did she not think him stallion enough to dominate her, put her in her place like she was a naughty little filly? 

Or was this another case of her being overly shy? He sat up, taking the plate in his mouth and carrying it over to the sink. He turned on the water, hoping that it wouldn't wake his slumbering bride. Scrubbing each plate, he set them aside and then dried them. He looked back over at her. She was still snoozing. 

He trotted out of the kitchen, stepped over to where she was snoozing, laid a hoof on her shoulder. She yawned, smiled up at him. "Hi, Honey."

His hoof ran along her face and she nuzzled against it. "Hi, Fluttershy. So, you been tired?"

She nodded and knocked away the blanket. "Yeah."

"So tired, you ain't started dinner? Or tidied up in here?"

She looked away. "Oh, um, I'm sorry."

He frowned. "Well, in the Apple family, there's a bit of a rule."

"Oh? Um, w-what's that?"

"Well..." He played with her mane. "If you don't do your chores, you get a spankin'."

Her wings shot straight up. "Oh, um, I guess that's fair. I-I'll keep that in mind when we have foals."

"I wasn't talking about foals."

A blush creeped up her face. "Wh-what do you mean?"

The grin on his face was slowly growing lecherous as he stroked her face, gently caressing her cheek. "Maybe a warm behind will make you more willing to clean up around here."

Fluttershy's wings were starting to hurt they were now so stiff. I'm dreaming. This is a dream. Then a horrible thought came to her mind at the way he was grinning and she drew back from his touch. 

He cocked his head. "Fluttershy? What's wrong?"

She sat up on her belly, looked away. "Are you making fun of me?" It came out as barely a whisper. 

"What?" Big Mac sat down next to her, pulled her close. "Fluttershy, I would never do that!" He pressed his cheek to hers, but she inched away.

"You found those magazines, didn't you?"

"Eeyep." He played with her mane, running long soothing strokes down her locks. That was often the only way to calm her down.

She took a deep, shuddering breath. She could feel panicked tears threatening to be shed, but his presence so close to her-so close she could feel the heat radiating from his fur-was a comfort and she leaned into him in spite of herself. "You weren't supposed to."

He continued to stroke her mane. "I just thought it'd be something you'd like."

She blinked away the tears. "Then, y-you don't think I'm a pervert or a deviant?"

"Now why would I think that?" He paused in the stroking, rested his hoof on her back.

"B-because spanking is a punishment for foals. And it hurts. You're n-not supposed to enjoy it. That's the whole point. So why would I like it? Doesn't that mean there's something wr-wrong with me?"

He pulled her close again. "Of course it don't."

"But-"

"Fluttershy, everypony's got a kink. There are all sorts of folks in this world and everyone of'em likes somethin' different. Life would get mighty boring otherwise."

Fluttershy blinked, thought about that. Then she looked at her husband. "Um, you're saying everypony has a kink?"

He nodded. "Eeyep."

"Um..." She bit her lip. "Um, do you, um, do you have a kink?"

"Eeyep."

"If you don't mind me asking..."

"Wings. I love mares with wings. Griffons too. Hippogriffs. Sometimes dragons."

She laid a wing across his back, noted-not for the first time-how he shuddered at the movement. "But wings are different. That's like being into hooves or...or stallions with big, strong muscles. Why would I like something that's supposed to hurt?"

"Well, why do ya?"

Fluttershy thought for a few moments. Big Mac sat next to her and waited until she started to speak again. "Um, well, I don't know."

"You don't know?"

She shook her mane, tapped her hooves together. "Even when I was a filly, I used to like to read stories where the, um, main character got spanked. I guess, maybe, having a Pony around strong enough to really punish me when I'm naughty is kind of..." She shivered. "It just sounds kind of, um, appealing. Like if they'd spank me and hold me after, it'd make me feel safe. Does that make sense?"

"Eeyep, so long as it makes sense to you."

She pressed against him, feeling his rock-hard muscles which had been shaped by countless hours of labor. The scent of him, the aroma of musk and earth, filled her senses, made her feel a little dizzy. "So, you'd do it?"

He kissed her ear. "I sure would. Now, nothin' too hard-I ain't about to lay a bruise on a lady-"

She quickly shook her head. "Oh, no. Nothing like that."

"You want me to use my hoof? Paddle? Manebrush?"

She took a breath. Her heart beat against her chest. Was this actually happening or was she going to wake up any second now? "Um, j-just hoof for now." She clapped her hooves a bit faster now. "We can save the paddle or, um, other things for later."

Big Mac stretched out a crick in his back. "Alright. I imagine this is your first time?"

"Since I was a foal."

"You did somethin' to earn a spankin' when you were a filly? Now what could a sweet filly like you possibly do to earn somethin' like that?"

"Me and Rainbow Dash stuffed the toilets at flight camp with toilet paper."

Big Mac stared at her and burst out laughing. 

Fluttershy glared. "It wasn't funny."

He quickly got his giggling under control. "Not now, but...well, I can think of a lot of trouble I got into as a colt that I laugh about now."

She smiled. "Alright, I guess it was a little funny."

"So, uh..."

Standing up, she faced him. "Could you, um, sc-scold me a little bit?"

Big Mac nodded and stood, raising a hoof to wag at Fluttershy. She cringed and he reminded himself that it was part of the game. "Fluttershy! You know you're supposed to clean up around here!"

She lowered her head, shuffled her hoof. "I'm s-sorry." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Daddy."

He wasn't sure why that tone of voice made him wiggle down there and he suppressed his urge to comfort her. "I'm afraid I'm just gonna have to give you a spankin'!" Sitting down, he patted his lap. Fluttershy hesitated, then sauntered over to lay herself across his lap, her tummy pressed into his knees.

Lifting his hoof, he moved her tail out of the way, revealing the round, yellow semi-globes of her plump posterior. She wiggled slightly in his lap, shivered with anticipation as he rubbed her bottom. "Hmm, I'm gonna give you ten spanks for every chore you didn't do."

"O-Okay." She squeaked, breathless. Little tingles went up and down her spine.

The rubbing continued for a few seconds and then the first swat landed, jiggling her bottom. She yelped and he paused. "Too hard?"

"N-no. Um. A little harder, if you don't mind." 

Two more claps fell on her rump and she squirmed. Big Mac caressed where he had smacked and then spanked her bottom again. "Are you learnin' yer lesson?" His voice came out in a breathy growl. Another spank fell down on her sit spot. 

She wiggled, gasped. "Yes, Daddy!"

"Hmm, let's see." He lightly swatted her tushy. "Not doin' the dishes, not dustin', not gettin' dinner ready, not greetin' me proper..."

She blushed at that. The Earth Pony custom was for the wife to greet her husband coming in from the fields with a blowjob. It wasn't mandatory, but the thought of him making her do it...why did that make her feel so wet?

"Hmm, that's a lot of spanks. Not too much is it?" He punctuated the question with three light swats that left the place he swatted pink.

Little squeaks escaped her lips. "No. P-please punish me for being so lazy."

He lifted his hoof, raised it right over her rump. "Well, since ye asked so nicely." A sharp smack stung her behind. She cried out. "That's for not doin' the dishes-this is for not dustin'." A cascade of sharp spanks painted her tushy pink. The spanks made her cry out and kick her back legs. Each spank stoked a warmth in her bottom that was soon growing uncomfortable and she thought about begging him to stop, but she also wanted him to keep going.

She very much wanted him to keep going. Each clap meeting her rump made little jolts run up and down her marehood. She didn't know why, but she was soon about to go beyond caring. The spanks falling so firmly on her behind heated up her rump, but that heat also flowed down to her inner places, made her moan even as she cried.

At the first sign of tears falling down her face, Big Mac stopped. "You learned your lesson now? Or you need that spankin' for not gettin' dinner ready?"

The heat in her tushy and marehood made her drum her back legs. "N-no, I-I have to learn my lesson. M-more please!"

"Well, ain't you a naughty one?" Big Mac stroked her now dark pink bottom. "I'm almost startin' to think yer enjoyin' this." As he inspected her rump, the hardness between his legs stiffened even more and he bit his legs. Here was his wife, draped over his lap, offering her backside to him for punishment. He groaned. "Alright, more spanks."

She prepared herself, but still shouted when his hard hoof fell on her bottom with a firm spank. It was a little too hard, like she was really being punished for something. More tears streamed down her face as several slaps followed that one, the heat in her rear getting to an almost unbearable point.

He paused, patted her bottom, slapped, watching her bottom ripple with the sting of the spank. "Lazy girl." Getting his confidence up, he decided to get a little more into the role. "I expect dinner to be done when I come in." His stern words were followed up with two solid whacks that fell down on her tushy, made more adorable squeaks come from her lips. 

She squirmed, more from the wetness in her nether regions than the fire in her behind. "Yes! I will Daddy!"

His hoof pressed into her slit. "And what's this? Did you go and wet yourself?"

An intense surge of pleasure raced up from her core. "Yes, I'm very wet." It came out as a strangled gasp. 

"You are enjoyin' this. You know the punishment for enjoyin' a spankin'?"

"Is it a spanking?"

"Eeyep." He clapped her bottom, a rapid succession of five hard spanks-much harder than the others were-which made her pink bottom begin to grow red. In truth, he had lost count. "Well, that's extra spanks for enjoyin' it."

She panted across his lap. "I'm sorry I'm a bad girl Daddy!"

"Well, maybe you can do somethin' for Daddy. Somethin' that'll show how sorry you are."

"What's that?"

Three hard spanks rippled her rear, reddened her burning bum. "Daddy works hard in the fields." Another spank landed on her jiggling bottom. "When Daddy comes in, he expects your mouth on his cock. But you didn't do that today, did ye?"

She kicked her legs as another smack stung her now red rump. "N-no, I didn't."

"Bad girl." Each word was punctuated with another hard spank. Her bottom was now on fire, but she still didn't want it to stop. "I expect your head between my legs after this."

She smirked. So, he was using this as an excuse to get a blowjob. Why was she not surprised? He only had to ask, once she'd woken up from her nap, she'd have done it right then and there. "Um, if-if you don't mind..." Her words were coming out in a strangled gasp. 

He stopped. "You alright?"

"M-mount me, please?"

"Hmm, alright. I'll come in your flower."

"...Yay."

"Let's finish up your..." He paused. "Punishment."

His hoof bounced on her bottom, bringing down the last four spanks even as she whined and wiggled. As the last spank fell, he kept his his hoof on her red rear end, began to gently caress the punished flesh. Fluttershy sighed in utter contentment as he pressed his hoof into her sore, punished bottom. "So, ya want me ta mount ya or you gonna go down on me?"

Fluttershy stretched over his lap. His cock was hard and throbbing, the musky scent of it making her head swim. To answer his question, she slid off of his lap and onto her belly, her head over his rod, her breath tickling his tip, made him unconsciously buck his hips. The tip of his rod tickled her lips. "Big Mac? Thank you."

"For what?" He idly stroked her mane, obviously suppressing an urge to pull her down his shaft. Gentle stallions didn't do things like that. 

Fluttershy licked up his rod, eliciting a moan from him. "For playing into my fantasy."

"It was my pleasure."

She giggled and blushed a bit, extending her tongue and taking a long lick up his sweaty cock, the earthy, sweaty taste filling her mouth. She pressed her muzzle against him, ran more of the long, slow licks up and down his rod. He squirmed and wiggled, pulses of pleasure going through him at each kiss. She enveloped his tip, slowly made her way down. The great organ throbbed in her mouth, tickled her lips.

She came back up, delighting in the way the movement made Big Mac moan and gasp. Going down once more, her lips embraced his maleness, suckled. Big Mac gasped. Fluttershy would have smiled if not for the cock in her mouth. Nothing delighted her like pleasuring the one she loved.

Well, there was when she was being pleasured, the way it felt when his hardness was between her legs. She fell into an easy familiar rhythm, bobbing up and down his hardness, lingering against his skin to suckle. Moving back up, she kissed his tip, tasted a bit of pre-cum.

Big Mac squirmed in his attempt to keep from gushing out his life essence. "Fl-Fluttershy, I'm gonna come in yer mouth if ya keep that up much longer."

She stopped, her lips lingered against his tip. "Do you want me to bend over?"

"Eeyep."

Obediently, Fluttershy spread her wings and let the air currents gently lead her to the other side of the couch, laying her tummy on the arm rest, sticking out her still sore bottom. Big Mac stood up from the couch, walked around her, his massive girth poking her hole. 

She squeaked in anticipation as he first began to rub circles in her red behind. "Does it still sting?" He reached down, ran a hoof over her slit making her jump with a tingle. 

After getting her breath back, she told him that it did. Big Mac inspected his work, gently laid both his hooves on her rump, then moving them to her shoulders so his stomach was laying on her back. Fluttershy relaxed, the weight on her back soothing her. It was like a blanket made of fur, muscles and love.

Like he always did, he put his forelegs around her in an embrace. Granted, he was the only stallion she'd ever been with, but she'd heard some stallions could be very rough and keep their hooves on the mare's shoulder's like they were trying to keep them from getting away.

Fluttershy melted into the soothing embrace. Mounting was never scary when it was him doing it-no matter how scared she had been of it when she had been a maiden.

He kissed her neck and her already flared out wings grew even stiffer. Her relaxed body showing that she was ready, he slowly-almost tortuously slowly-slid inside of her. Her femaleness accepted his hardness, pulled him deeper inside of herself.

Grunting at the way her warm cunt received him, he pulled back and slid inside of her again. Spurts of pleasure began to well up from her core though both were far from reaching the plateau of ecstasy. As he filled her, he kissed and nuzzled her neck. Careful not to go to fast or to hard-aware as he was of his unusual girth, each time he pushed into her was done with utmost slowness. Trying to keep himself from spilling the seed of life inside of her tunnel was proving harder than he thought it would be.

With each thrust inside of her canal, he released warm spurts of semen, spasms of shared pleasure making both of them softly moan. She started to buck, urged him to go faster. He buried his muzzle into the nape of her neck, quickened his thrusts. His hardness went back and forth inside of her, suddenly filling her before leaving an absence that made her long to be filled again.

She didn't have long to wait. He grunted as he started to thrust faster, ecstasy washed over her mind. She could no longer think over the haze of ecstasy and nor could he. Both were only aware of the other, their lover's scents and the feel of himself inside of her and the joy of her as she blissfully welcomed him inside of her.

Both were coming close to the peak of their passions, but Big Mac decided that this wasn't the time so he started to slow even as she protested. He panted. "I just want to keep this up a little longer."

She mewled and cutely wiggled. He slowed the thrusting, keeping her on the edge, but the seed of his life would not be contained forever. He pushed against her, so close that their bodies united as one crashing wave of pleasure washed over them. He poured out his essence inside of her and her body received it, both of them whining and crying out in bliss, the soreness in her hind quarters a delightful contrast to the surging delight flowing from her core.

He collapsed on top of her, going completely limp. She shivered at the last twinges of delight and could feel him shivering as well. "So, wanna preen my wings?"

It too him a few moments to get his breath back enough for him to respond. "Ee-eeyep." He needed little more prompting to bury his muzzle into her left wing. Her fluffy feathers tickled his face. They didn't need to be preened, but he still brushed his muzzle through them.

"Big Mac?"

He pulled his muzzle away, a feather still clutched between his teeth. "Hmm?"

"Um, I appreciate you being so gentle, but sometimes I might like to pretend to not want it even when I do."

He frowned. "I don't know Fluttershy, I wouldn't want to go too far."

She shook her head. "You don't have to. If you go too far I'll say something like, um, butterflies and you'll stop, right?"

"Of course."

She stretched and turned to face him. "So do you want me to do those chores?"

He kissed her. "The chores can wait. I wanna nap and I'd bet you do to."

She leaned into him and they lay down on the couch, holding each other tight.