Out from the Cold
Big Mac was a pony who respected tradition, but this year's Farewell Winter Blizzard was making him reconsider that view. At the end of every winter the weather team puts together one last big winter storm to clear the surplus clouds. Everypony would go home early and traditionally take a few days off to enjoy the last days of the season before starting Winter Wrap-up. But of course, sometimes things don’t go to plan, as Big Macintosh was learning now.
“W-welp, I’m in trouble.” he mumbled into his scarf between clattering teeth. What had started as a few warning flakes when he finally set off from Barnyard Bargains that afternoon had rapidly become driving snow, and the buildings lining Ponyville’s main street disappeared in the gloom of the planned blizzard. Squinting and shivering, the red farmpony was guiding the Acre’s steam truck more by memory than whatever hints of the street he could make out through the near whiteout. He shivered in the open driver’s seat while his hoof pumped the accelerator in the hopes of coaxing any sort of speed from the little delivery truck's too-cold boiler to get him home sooner.
The silhouette of Sugarcube Corner warned him just in time for his turn and as the stallion eased the sputtering vehicle onto the road out of the village center the cold wind, now coming at him head-on, stole his breath. Mac chastised himself for taking so long getting the delivery unloaded before heading back to Sweet Apple Acres and Sugar Belle, he might end up stuck in town until the storm cleared. Most years that could take days.
He was so focused on watching dead ahead of him it took a few minutes before he noticed a problem. At first Macintosh thought it was just the wind fighting the boxy truck, but it soon became apparent that he was slowing down, now barely moving at a trot up the road. He realized with growing dread that the frigid wind was sapping all the heat from the little engine and would soon leave him stranded.
“N-nope, nope, no. Come on, k-keep goin’.” Mac begged the machine, but to no avail. The little boiler in front of him gave a weak pock-pock before giving out, cooled to uselessness by the driving snow that now began to build up on its steaming surface. He barely managed to steer the truck out of the middle of the road before it stuttered to a stop.
Macintosh jumped out of the cabin of the truck, desperate to keep moving to stave off the bitter cold. A plan to run to a friend’s place, maybe try to finish the trip during a lull in the blizzard tomorrow barely formed in his mind. But as his hooves sunk into the wet snow his thoughts were interrupted as he heard a cry from behind him.
“Big Macintosh! What in Celestia’s name are you doing out in this weather!” The shivering stallion turned towards the sound, spying the blue glow of a unicorn’s horn from the circular building he had stalled in front of. Rarity was leaning out the front of her shop, the worry obvious in her tone. The pale mare had thrown open the top half of the Carousel Botique’s purple double-hung door, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders now fluttering in the icy gale. He tried to reply but found he couldn’t get a word past his chattering teeth.
“Don’t just stand there you big galoot, come in before you freeze!” Rarity’s cultured voice demanded over the sound of the wind. Mac had to admit that the generous mare’s hospitality was a lifesaver in this weather and stiffly galloped towards toasty salvation. Rarity threw open the lower half of the door just in time for him to rush into the dimly lit store. As the door slammed shut Big Mac shed his gloves and rubbed his hands together to get some feeling back in them. Looking up he saw Rarity drawing the dark shawl tighter around herself to banish the chill that had bit through her pink dressing gown while she was exposed to the storm.
“Come here, let’s get that coat off you before it melts all over.” the fashionista said before she quickly levitated the now dripping garment onto a rack by the door and turned back to him, “We have to get you warmed up and dry. I have a fire going upstairs we can share.” She shivered one last time in the dim light of her closed shop before motioning Mac to follow her to the well lit stairs in the back of her showroom. Eager to warm up further the farmpony followed Rarity.
“Why in Equestria were you trying to drive a steam car in this abysmal weather anyway?” Rarity asked curiously.
Now recovered enough from the brutal cold to speak clearly again Mac answered, “Had to drop off a load of produce at Barnyard Bargains, reckoned we wouldn’t be able to restock ‘em for the next few days with this storm scheduled.” Despite his attempt to brush the melting snow off he could feel icy water dripping down his body. “Must’ve taken too long, storm rolled in just as I left. I’m lucky I didn’t stall outside of town.”
“You're very lucky to stop right in sight of my shop. And I sincerely doubt you were late, this storm is rather early. Had Rainbow still been the weather coordinator I’d blame her, come to think of it, she trained that new mare so we absolutely can blame her for this. I imagine quite a few ponies were out when this blizzard rolled into town.”
The stallion grunted an agreement, “Thank you for invitin’ me in Miss Rarity, I was in for a miserable walk to shelter out there.”
The fashionista waved a hand dismissively at his expression of gratitude. “Please Mac, you're four years older than me, and we’re old friends besides. There’s no need for such formality, I just did what anypony would do.”
“Reckon’ most of my old friends ain’t big businessmares and advisors to our new Princess, but it’s good to know the ones that are ain’t letting it go to their heads.”
“Well, that's a strange way to talk about your sister, but I suppose it’s good to hear powerful friends and business success hasn't changed your sister too much.” Rarity responded with a sardonic smile and sighed loudly, taking a jokingly wistful tone she added, “Glad she isn't turning into some agrarian dandy. Though I bet she would look dashing in a bolo tie and white suit.”
The two old friends laughed at the image as Mac followed her past the kitchen and up the stairs. As she began to move up the stairway his heart sped up in his chest. The gas lamps illuminated her fully and he drank in a good look at her rear rising in front of him. By Celestia, she’d gotten thick.
All his sister’s friends were eye-catching mares, but Rarity was always the prettiest of them. Undeniably beautiful, and unlike the others she knew how to dress, to walk, to flirt and have every stallion eating out of her hand. She could turn heads even without makeup in a tattered straw hat and overalls, as she had proven much to the farmhands and his own appreciation when Trenderhoof visited town. Tall and poised, with a wonderfully wide and firm rear, she was practically the definition of sex appeal.
Most years when the thick coats started going back into closets in the spring Rarity would be sporting a little extra weight cushioning her rear. However, before the season was out she’d be back to her usual figure. Mac couldn’t see that happening this year. Evidently the mare had been less than careful about her diet. There had been some rumor about town of a messy breakup before Hearth's Warming, as well as that the busy schedule between the Friendship School and running her line of boutiques had her stress eating more than a little. Even going about town with warm clothes on the mare was obviously a little heavier to anypony that looked, not that you could see much through her winter outfits.
But she clearly hadn’t dressed for the weather before she stepped out into the cold to save him from the blizzard, and not in an outfit that hid her body from an appreciative gaze in any way right now. She was wearing a loose-fitting pink nightgown decorated with lace that flowed down past her calves. It would have been rather chaste had the sheer fabric not revealed the ivory figure underneath in all its glory. Big Mac’s eyes traced up from her untrimmed fetlocks to thick, luscious thighs that rubbed together as she moved up the steps. And where they met was simply hypnotic, Rarity’s hips had always been the most prominent point of her figure, and were now the location of quite a bit of extra pudge. Wider than her shoulders, her soft heart-shaped butt visibly jiggled through the gauzy fabric as she climbed the stairs, the arc of them traveling up to and joining her love handles in one jaw-dropping curve. Judging by the sight afforded through the nightgown's thin fabric she wasn’t even wearing underwear, only the blurring effect of the cloth leaving her any sense of propriety. It was only where the pink gown disappeared under the black knitted shawl covering her upper body that the mesmerizing sight of her ended.
“Enjoying the view that much?” Rarity’s voice drew his eyes up further to see her looking over her shoulder at him. Despite her coy tone her cheeks were tinged with a blush; cheeks that he now noticed were a bit rounder than he remembered. Realizing he had been caught staring he made to apologize, but she merely gave a girlish giggle and continued up the stairs, swaying her hips a little more. The unicorn's sensuous leonine tail brushing back and forth as she moved, the long tuft of purple at the end bobbing with her stride.
Mac had grown to like unicorn tails, Sugar Belle would snake hers about playfully when she knew he was looking, the voluminous magenta tuft lightly batting his hands away when he reached for her firm, round rump. Not the most physically impressive of the three tribes, most unicorns were rather thin, even scrawny, and Sugar was no exception. Particularly when compared to the taller and athletic proportions of his earth pony sisters. She was a wonderfully petite little pony that he could gaze at all day, but just now he’d been agog at Rarity’s brazen display of her blubbery bottom.
Flustered, Mac followed the fashionista up and into a small, cozy room filled with the tools of her trade. Poniquins and bolts of cloth were arranged along the walls and around her sewing machine where various designs had been pinned up for reference. A large circular window flanked by two smaller siblings looked out onto the wintry street he had been struggling down not long ago. Opposite that was a small fireplace that crackled merrily, a chaise lounge and a matching loveseat pulled up next to it where the farmpony could see a large sketchbook lay abandoned.
“Please feel free to dry off in my bathroom before you soak my rugs any more, just grab one of the spare towels.” Rarity pushed him gently through a doorway, her hand momentarily grasping his butt before Mac found himself in her floral scented bathroom. The door clicking shut as she gave him some privacy.
Mac took a second to let the shock of her flirty actions wear off before quickly stripped off his cold, wet clothes and buffing some heat into his deep red fur with a spare towel, fluffing his coat dry as best he could. While his clothing dripped over the ornate porcelain tub he leaned over the cosmetics strewn vanity to look himself over.
His somewhat dour and now notably damp face looked back at him, his tawny mane a mess. A solid muzzle and distinguished chin gave him a dependable and resolute look, before anypony looked further down and saw his muscular body carved by years of honest labor. Plenty of mares, mostly earth pony mares, had flirted with him over the years, and he had even dated a few of them. But none of them had made him feel like Sugar Belle did, it was why he had married her.
But Rarity was every stallion in town's wet dream. She was a wonderful mare, urbane and charismatic without looking down on the Apples for their countryisms. She was also dead sexy and Mac suddenly and desperately wanted her. What would Sugar think of him looking at other mares?
That thought got him out of his spiral of worrying, what would Sugar think? Her time in Our Town had given her interesting ideas when it came to romantic relationships. Starlight Glimmer, before Applejack and the rest of the girls broke up her commune, had done her best to end the practice of monogamy in favor of some sort of crazy polygamy focusing on casual sex instead of any sort of romantic relationship. Mac was thankful Sugar Belle hadn’t bought into any of that ‘marriage is the monopolization of ponies sexual autonomy’ drivel Starlight had preached to make herself feel better about her first crush moving away. But the second part had gotten Macintosh a bit unsure at the time, Sugar told him early in their relationship that she had regular casual hookups. After all the drama due to her fling with Feather Bangs she swore off any pony but him. Though there was no stopping her eyes from wandering, and since they had gotten married she had hesitantly brought up the idea of an open relationship of some kind. It had always made him uncomfortable, even though he knew she loved him, that she could think about other stallions that way so casually.
But that flirtatious look from Rarity, not to mention the eye-full he had received of her buxom backside, had filled him with dirty thoughts of taking the chubby fashionista and screwing her fat ass until she couldn’t walk straight. Attraction was natural, so Sugar wouldn’t be mad, probably. That was what she had argued at least. Maybe she was right to have brought up the topic of sleeping with other ponies. Now that the shoe was on the other hoof he could see some wisdom in the idea without getting worried about their marriage. He was getting ahead of himself though.
“Invitin’ me to look ain't the same as invitin’ me to do her.” He said to himself. “We’ll see what happens, and I’ll apologize to Sugar for being so stubborn about this.” With that he grabbed his now only somewhat damp pants and threw them on. Being careful to tuck away his erection in his trousers, he added. “And hopefully for beddin' another mare without permission.” Macintosh walked out of the bathroom a little later, shirtless and with a confident smile, only to find himself alone.
“Rarity? Where’d you go, Sugarcube?” he said to the empty room, slightly disappointed his reentry went unnoticed. The sound of clopping hooves on the stairs was quickly followed by the mare's voice. “Just getting some water heated up for tea, you’ll be toasty in no time.”
As Rarity swept back into the room, carrying a tea service and plate of snacks with the steaming teapot floating behind her, she paused at the sight of him. Mac saw her eyes travel up and down his body, taking in his bare chest and chiseled musculature. He had taken a minute to brush his coat down and clean himself before coming out, forgoing any shirt to see what kind of reaction he could get from the flirty mare. Seeing a chance for revenge, he flexed his pectorals, making his chest jump under his crimson coat.
“Are ya enjoyin’ the view?” He asked teasingly. She huffed, but smiled as she put down the tea and plate of snacks. Then took the shawl she was still wearing and threw it up over his head, her voice jokingly rebuking him, “Really, I’m trying to get you warmed up and you strut about my den shirtless.”
Big Mac slid the warm fabric off his head, finding Rarity had sat down next to the fire in the meantime. Now without the black shift about her shoulders he had a clear view of the mare’s whole body. Her normally primped and coiled mane was unstyled, only brushed out, thick and long in a messy but enchanting curtain of hair that rested on her shoulders and fell down her back. The nightgown had a wide collar drawing the eye to a tuft of thick white fur above a deep valley of cleavage. To his slight disappointment she was in fact wearing a bra, the outline of a strapless band of red fabric completely enveloped her bulging bust under the sheer nightgown. Further down a plush belly widened even more to meet her round hips and chubby crossed thighs. All over her body a thick winter coat accentuated her ample curves, its volume making her seem even more voluptuous than she already was.
Macintosh didn’t usually like untrimmed mares. But Rarity’s unkempt but naturally glossy fur put him in mind of an uninhibited and lusty nature; calling to some primal part of himself. Her plump, overindulged frame just amplified the alluring effect. She was unquestionably sexy, in a way Mac had never considered an overweight mare before. Most heavy ponies put on weight pretty evenly all over their body, though unicorns tend to have most of it go to bellies, and on mares straight to their rear as well. Rarity was blessed that her mammaries had also swelled quite a bit. Mac had to admit, she was breathtaking right now.
“I suppose turnabout is fair play.” Rarity leaned forward, giving him an even deeper view down her collar as she grabbed a pastry from the platter of treats. Her arms pushed her ample mounds together, looking for a moment like she was about to spill from the red brassiere. “Well, sit down by the fire with me. I thought I’d have a cold, lonely night. It’s really a blessing you're here to entertain me.”
As she daintily munched on a cupcake her magic poured a cup of steaming tea for him that floated into his hands. Macintosh fell into the comfortable loveseat across from her, settling in for entertaining conversation from the gossip-loving mare.
As a few hours passed the darkness of the storm transitioned to the true dark of night, the light spilling from the windows illuminating only driving snow outside. Once the tea and pastries--which were mostly gobbled up by Rarity--were gone the mare produced a bottle of Apple family whiskey she claimed to have been saving for a special occasion. The two had been flirting back and forth casually, sharing recent news both professional and private. The commentary almost always a bit raunchy.
“So, you were never datin’ this fellow?” Mac asked as he swirled his half-empty glass in his hands, leaning forward in his seat. Rarity had brought her hooves up, reclining on the chaise lounge and taking a drink from her own glass. A box from BonBon’s had come out not long ago and several chocolates floated about her in lazy orbits.
“I was considering it, he was quite handsome and witty, a decent lover too. Anyway, I wasn’t dating him yet. Evidently he thought differently, so when he found out I had taken one of my models to bed he lost it. Screaming in public that we were over, calling me such unspeakable things. I decided to take some time off from stallions after that, it’s good I didn’t decide to date that lout.” Rarity tutted, levitating another chocolate into her mouth. As she chewed her expression softened into a smile of enjoyment and she popped several more of the sweets past her lips.
“That colt sounded like he was just full of himself, what a dope. You're a catch, even in the capital” Big Mac eyes traced Rarity’s soft figure. “Ponies thought maybe there was something more between you. You never corrected the rumor mill, or went back to Canterlot so-”
“Ponies think I’ve been holed up here crying into empty cartons of vanilla oat swirl.” Rarity sucked down the last of her whisky and began to pour herself another. “A mare gains a little weight and she must be despairing over her love life.” She continued angrily.
Mac waited a moment to see if she continued before asking, “So, what’s wrong?”
Rarity gave a long, exasperated sigh. “Nothing is wrong, this-" she gave her stomach a light pat, "-has nothing to do with that.” She took an introspective tone, and looked into her drink as she spoke.
“I was talking with a few of my friends in the fashion industry, and it was pointed out that my label--as a haute couture boutique--has always been wrapped up in making clothes to reveal at fashion shows. On models that simply don’t have the figure of most mares. I offered almost nothing outside that.”
Rarity shook her head as if to admonish her past self, “This gave me a lot to think about; my brand's maxim is Rarity for You, I even used it as the name of one of my shops. But I haven’t been living up to that. I wanted to make anypony who trotted into one of my shops feel beautiful when they left. Quite frankly I needed to start making dresses for mares with curves.”
“So...” Mac started, “You decided to set an example yourself?”
“No, I'm not doing this to prove a point, I can just hire a few mares as plus-size models for that. That's what other more 'body positive' brands do. What it did was make me realize I was wrong to idealize slim mares so much. My vivaciousness is me throwing out my awful diet plan and not trying to make myself look like my models, I’ll never have Fluttershy or Sassy’s figure, so why torture myself? I already had some curves, I just started eating what I wanted--don’t give me that eyebrow--fine, overeating a bit. Anyway, Rarity for You means every mare can be beautiful, and even with some pudge I absolutely am.” At her pronouncement she posed herself alluringly, leaning back to display the curve of her hip and the fullness of her breasts, the fabric of her nightgown now pulled tight against her bra and accentuating their already lavish size. Her smile could make the most reserved stallion sweat and stammer.
“And you seemed rather appreciative not too long ago. It seems that even if I’m plus-sized I can still make a married stallion drool, wouldn’t you say? Would you jump at a chance with me if not for your wife?”
“Well, Sugar and I have discussed an open marriage-”
“What! You’re joking!” Rarity interrupted, looking at him disbelievingly for a moment. “I mean, that's very generous of her to share a stud like you. So why have you been sitting all the way over there?” Her now husky voice purred, “Get over here and put those hands on me. I want to know how jealous of Sugar Belle I should be.”
Mac wasted no time crossing the short distance between them and locking her in a kiss, pushing her up on the lounge as he made room for himself next to her. He could taste the tartness of the apple whiskey mixed with the sweet chocolate and caramel of her candies as her tongue entered his mouth, lightly pushing against his own as if asking for an invitation to explore. The stallion caressed her cheek, fingers sliding through her voluminous mane.
“Mmmm, so gentle. I love when colts play with my mane a little, lets me know all that work is appreciated.” Rarity’s lips playfully nibbled on the ruby tuft of his chin while her hands ran down his neck and over his chest. The light tingle of her magic danced over his bare back as her hands ran over his flexing muscles, trying to feel and squeeze as much of Macintosh’s broad, powerful body as possible.
The farmpony pressed himself into the fashionista, pulling her mouth to his again and savoring her flavors, his tongue entwined with hers. One hand slid down her back, and as it drifted lower her flesh grew more pliant and thick until he could knead a big handful of her ass in his palm, the mare moaning approvingly through their dueling tongues. Big Mac tightly embraced Rarity, feeling her restrained breasts compress between them and her leg rubbing up against his own as they faced each other on the seat.
After exhausting their breath they broke the kiss, the mare nuzzling into his strong shoulder as both his hands explored her enticingly malleable hips and squeezed her chubby butt cheeks. “I’m lookin’ to appreciate a whole lot more than just your mane.” His hands reached further down, sweeping under her fat bottom. Getting a grip he hefted her mightily towards him, grinding her against him as he lustily leaned into her. “Haven’t gotten your plot out of my head since you shook it at me earlier.”
Rarity’s hands explored lower, sneaking her fingertips into the waist of his trouser and pulling her hips away from him slightly. With a laugh she responded, “You’re not alone. Stallions always think they like skinny mares, but I’ve learned you can’t help but lust after bigger girls.”
A flash of blue magic unbuckled his now revealed belt, allowing her to strip off his pants and underwear in one magic assisted motion, flinging both somewhere into the room behind them. Big Mac’s cock slapped heavily against Rarity, the hefty member staining the silk containing her belly with his fluid. She pulled close to him again, a hand cupping his firm rear as she rubbed his erection into her pudgy stomach. Grabbing his tawny mane and pulling his ear towards her she enunciates lustily with her gyrations. “I think it’s just ingrained; stallions see a wide, healthy rear and think ‘I need to claim that fertile pussy.’ Society tells you slim is sexy, but you all know you fuck the fat ones.”
Macintosh swore loudly at her dirty-talk, pushing her off of him and looking into her lidded eyes, sparkling with confident arousal, daring him to act. Her pink nightgown was already pulled high on her spread hips, barely covering the place where her bulging thighs met. Eager to see her naked, he rapidly began undoing the buttons that ran up the front of the sheer negligee.
"That's right, this nightgown is getting far too hot. My pussy is burning, Mac. You've been teasing me all night. Handsome, unobtainable stud stinking up my parlor with his musk. I'm so horny, I need it. Take me nice and hard. I want your cock so bad." As her goading reaches a crescendo he unveiled her marehood, massive pillowy thighs parted to welcome his attention. Her mound was wide and plump, absolutely wet with want, the thick lips already parted slightly and winking as he stared. Her coat above it untrimmed, the white tuft further drawing the eye to her irresistible pussy.
Big Mac absentmindedly finished opening the gown and the mare slid the silk off her shoulders. Rarity slowly moved her hands over her still-covered breasts and down her soft belly before joining at her slit. One stroking her puffy lower lips while the other begins to lightly trace across Mac’s turgid dick, causing him to gasp at the touch.
“That’s quite a cock you have for me,” She says while wrapping her fingers around him and pulling on his length. Not far away she slides a finger over her nub and presses into her fat pussy, loosing a trickle of fluid to wet her fur further. “I can’t even fit my fingers all the way around it, I better loosen myself up.”
“Let me help you with that.” Macintosh’s brawny hand engulfed Rarity’s more delicate one and pushed. A sharp inhale sounded as Rarity's white finger was joined by two red ones and jammed deep into her, spreading her needful folds in a sudden rush.
“Oh yes, darling,” she gasped and groaned, “Work my cunt, you know what to do.” Mac plunged their joined fingers as deep as he could force them again and again until their hands were soaked. A wet schlucking sound soon accompanied the handjob and as her marehood loosened more strong fingers found their way inside, her tunnel stretched as wide as it could by the orgasmic assault. Distracted by sensory overload Rarity stopped her teasing tugs on his dick to begin pawing at her chest with her free hand, the red strapless band the only thing either of them were wearing.
Big Mac looked up from his extravagant fingering to take in her wanton grasping. While the unicorn’s unchecked appetite had filled out her hips with a thick layer of fat her breasts had swelled wonderfully as well. Each would take two hands to fully grasp and rolled hypnotically within their cloth prison. Still driving a hand into her yawning loins he moved his other to grab onto the laced closure of the front of the bra and delicately undid the loose bow there, allowing the red silk to fall off Rarity’s plump and pale form. Without the bra to hold them her tits simply flowed down her chest. Wide, dark areola tipped with engorged nipples bounced up and down as Rarity’s soft, heavy breasts dropped several inches and jiggled to a widely-spaced stop. Despite the sagging there was still plenty of marshmallowy girth rounding those mouthwatering orbs.
The stallion knickered appreciatively at the sight, “Rarity, I gotta say I’ve only seen bigger udders on cows. You thought about coming down to the farm and seeing how much milk we can get out of these mountains?”
With the thrusting hand not pausing in its ministrations the fashionista took a deep breath and responded dreamily, “If you weren’t just shy of fisting me I’d slap you for that. And I’ll have you know Celestia is definitely bustier. I'm a G cup though so I suppose I’m bigger proportionatel-EEEeeee!” With a wet pop fingers were removed from her soaked and gaping hole, strong hands then cupped her breasts and squeezed. Rarity’s gasp of surprise became moans of pleasure at the rough treatment. Mac leaned in and took a long nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, her groans transforming into a howl of lust.
“Oh, you brute, keep doing that! That feels so good!” Happy to oblige, he switches his lips to the other teat and starts pumping her pillowy mounds, the soft flesh now soaked with her juices and making lewd and tantalizing noises. “Are you Milking me? Oh Celestia, don’t stop. Milk me! Milk me! M-” Macintosh silenced her with a kiss, forcing her head back into the cushion behind them as their lips mashed together. Rarity’s legs wrapped around his, her hands running through his mane and coat while Mac continued to knead her bust. Their lustful tongue wrestling eventually interrupted by Rarity pushing the stallion looming over her off and she got up on her knees. For the first time in their tryst leaning over the giant of a stallion.
“Ok, I need you in me now, Mac.” She said between kisses, straddling his lap with her plump thighs while his towering stallionhood pointing up towards her dripping loins. The unicorn’s new position put her swaying, low hanging breasts right in Big Mac’s face. As he started to reach and again grab that yielding flesh a blue glow stopped his hands, instead moving them to grip her substantial hips. “Ah-ah-ah, no distracting me. Besides, I have more assets for you to enjoy if you’ll just be patient.”
Mollified, Macintosh sank into the back of the chaise lounge and nods, drinking in the sight of the voluptuous fashionista above him. Her hand guides his cockhead to her glistening pussy, swaying her hefty rear back and forth as his tip spreads her thick lips apart and enters her humid nethers. Rarity hums tunelessly to herself as she gyrates her hips, welcoming more of the massive red rod to strain her tunnel. As one hand guides Mac slowly in, the other dances across her lush, pale coat. First over her soft belly, then under a hefty tit to lift it up. Finger and thumb squeezing the erect nub before bowing her head and taking the raised nipple into her mouth. After a few seconds of cheek-hollowing suction to keep the heavy breast in place she released it, letting it slosh back down against its twin and sending them rocking wildly again.
As Rarity's bosom slows she let out a groan. Mac feels his tip, now deep inside the mare, meet the very end of her tunnel. With a yell she drops her rear and their groins slap together, mashing the last inch of him into twitching depths, cervix stretched by the earth pony’s titanic third leg. The two of them groan in satisfaction, plush marshmallow mare melting onto the buff red farmpony as the two grew comfortable. Macintosh leaned forward and pushed his snout into her thick mane, inhaling her intoxicating scent as she twitched upon him.
“Break is over.” Rarity intoned lustily, pushing her malleable melons into Mac’s chest and then looking up to lick the tip of his snout. “Hope you’re ready to get back to it.” With the mare’s hands on his shoulders to steady herself he felt her hips raise up, clenched slit letting inch after inch of veiny horsecock slide out until Mac worried he would fall out of her, then reversed and forced him back within her. Each time Rarity lifted herself off of him she would come back down harder and faster. Soon the slap of her fat bottom slamming into his groin begins driving the air out of him in grunts, his hands still ensorcelled to her curves feeling the impact of their joining rippling up her ample body.
“Shoot Rarity, you're pounding me like a stubborn tree that won’t give up it’s last apples.” He managed between enticing impacts.
“In a good way-” She paused to take a gulp of air “-I trust?”
“Oh yeah, the best way.” Mac moaned out.
The little sofa creaked and shook with every drop of Rarity’s backside. The slaps became louder as sweat and arousal soaked the pale mare. Her coat grew glossy with lather as she impaled herself on the farmpony’s red mast. Her hands clenched at his toned shoulders as she rested a moment, grinding a drooling honeypot against his orange bush as she took in heaving breaths. Macintosh absentmindedly roamed a hand from her rear to cup her cheek before he realized that he could move his hands from her hips again. Her little spell had failed.
With that touch Rarity’s head lolled back and she returned to fucking herself to exhaustion. Mac found himself gripping her bottom to lift up and help her keep pace, and the noise of their lovemaking had been joined by a lighter slap of sweaty breasts rebounding off each other. His green eyes were in awe of her bouncing melons and the more regular jigging of her ample belly. Seeing that her stamina was failing, Big Mac slouched down in the seat and planted his hooves on the floor, making sure he had a stable position to turn the tables.
As the lusty mare paused again in her ride, Mac threw his hips up into her, lifting his chubby partner back up. His body flexed in vigorous rhythm as he bounced Rarity on his length, taking the lead in their lovemaking from underneath. Again loud, wet slaps fill the room as Rarity gives up trying to control their pace and just rides the wildly bucking cock. She lets out a long yowl of ecstasy and attempts to restrain her sloshing breasts, but Mac is faster. Grabbing her wrists he swings the unsteady mare down onto the seat as he sits up, gently dropping her the last few inches to the cushion. A look of concern crosses her flushed face as she sees him lean over her, bracing himself for what was to come. A wordless exclamation leaves her lips as the muscular stallion thrust himself as deep into her as he could, pinning her to the couch as he rams into her yielding depths.
"Oh yes, Macintosh. This is what I needed, good proper fucking." she gasped out.
"Eeyup." he replied, then started thrusting.
A mass of horny draft pony slammed Rarity into the cushion of the sofa, only Mac’s strong hands anchoring her hips kept her in place. He rut into her at a breakneck pace, leaving her unable to make a noise beyond half-hearted moans of delight. They are on the verge of it, and both racing towards orgasm. The unicorn shakes her head ferally and whinnies, hands grabbing her widely-splayed breasts and squeezing them together. Her thumbs mashing hard tits into her bloated mammaries as she plays with herself, quivering pussy readying its release. Mac slammed his eyes shut at the alluring sight and tried to keep himself in check a little longer, but feels her slit clamp down on his thrusting member as Rarity surrenders herself to passion, howling at the top of her lungs as she climaxes under him. Her writhing makes any more delay of his own impossible.
“Gonna cum.” He breathes out, automatically her weighty thighs clamped around him and Macintosh happily sees this as a statement of exactly where she wants it delivered. Leaning down further atop his plush partner he rams home and her wanton moans become a gasp as Big Mac unclenched and sprayed his first load into her.
Opening his eyes he looked into Rarity’s flushed face, a dopey grin stretched across her muzzle as she gave a throaty, breathless coo of delight at the shot of hot pressure deep in her marehood. Her sapphire eyes opened a crack as she mouthed nonsense. Sensing the coming pause in his release the stallion pulled his shaft out as far as the unicorn's entrapping legs would allow and slammed back with a wet smack of his hard groin hilting again in her plump pussy. He could feel the ripples of the impact jiggling her overweight body as he slammed back into her just in time. Mac groaned as the next stream of jizz blasted into the flabby fashionista, her hands pressing his back harder against her, a high pitched exhalation forced out of her gaping mouth before she gave another quiet coo of ecstasy. Her depths clenched, instinctually eager to milk the thick cream from him.
“F-fill me.” Rarity managed to whimper, eyes glazed as her mind-blowing orgasm finally began to allow some sort of lucidity. Still in the thrall of his own orgasm, Mac is eager to obey. As his next copious release slowed, he again pulled back to rail into her, the wet slap of their joining making the couch jump beneath them, Rarity’s breasts sloshing like overfull water balloons against her chest. More cum emptied into her, something like a giggle leaving her lips that drove him to deliver more. The musky scent of her sweat and arousal pulling more and more out of him, every long rope of cum followed by another punishing thrust into inviting, soft flesh. He lost himself in the feel of her sopping vagina as one of the longest orgasms of his life slowly begins to ebb.
An unexpected thump finally pulled the farmer out of his breeding fugue, the couch having crashed against the table next to it one too many times causing the bottle of apple whisky to fall to the floor. Leaning back from atop his gasping partner and seeing the bottle wasn’t leaking he paused while his mind came back to him. Breathing hard, Mac felt the last few lazy spurts drool out of his member and looked down to take in the view of his chubby lover.
Rarity lay on the couch, hooded eyes looking up at him in clear enjoyment of her own well muscled view. Her mane lays in a purple halo around her head, a tired smile on her lips. Deep breaths shift her pillowy bosom with every intake, she runs a hand down her soft middle to her cum-matted mound, teasing the wet tuft before kneading where they joined, her thick vulva entrapping his erection. Mac lay his hand on her well-fed stomach, rubbing his thumb over the soft swell just below her belly-button as Rarity walked her fingers up past his groin, finally rubbing over his hard abs appreciatively.
“I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in… ever. Wow.” She intones with tired satisfaction and another quiet giggle.
Unsure of how to respond, Mac simply answered “Eeyup.” feeling he needed to explain how awe-inspiring she had been he continued, “You were, uh, amazing too.” Hopefully his grin communicated better than his words did.
Pulling his softening length from her Mac discovered his girth had pretty effectively dammed his seed in her, thick ropes of semen connecting them as his cock finally popped free and her plump pussy gaped open.
“The couch!” Rarity suddenly cried in panic, her hands reaching for their privates, one clamping her lower lips shut while the other shucked the copious mass of cum off his member. “Off the couch before we stain it!”
As Macintosh stepped back Rarity threw her heavy body off the couch and unsteadily got to her hooves, wet spunk now beginning to slowly run down the insides of her blubbery thighs. “I had you cum inside so you wouldn't stain it. Sweat is easy enough to get out of fabric. Semen is another matter, I’d hate to throw that lounge out, I’ve had it for years.” She said matter-of-factly.
The two ponies looked at each other for a moment, Mac passing a napkin from the tea tray to the fashionista, which quickly went between her legs. Rarity began to laugh, her giggles and snorts making her ample frame jiggle merrily. Mac quickly joined her laughing at the situation, taking her by the shoulder and letting her lean against him.
Once they had themselves under control, Rarity chucked the now sodden napkin in a trash bin and walked over to the bathroom, moving comfortably despite Big Mac’s spirited attempt to screw her senseless not long before. Mac found a part of himself was a little disappointed that he had pounded her until his length was sore, and she wasn’t even walking funny.
“Wow, you’re a cumer, it was like somepony unkinked a hose inside me.”
“Sorry, I thought you wanted me to.” He explained, leaning against the frame of the bathroom door to watch the mare clean herself with a wet towel.
“Don’t apologize, I loved it. I need to get a coltfriend who can fuck me as hard as you can. Sugar is lucky to have such a stud.” No longer in danger of leaking all over her floors, Rarity walked over to Mac and gave his swinging dick a few cleaning wipes with the soiled towel before cuddling in close.
“Don’t worry, we can talk to somepony tomorrow about getting a message to Sugar Belle and I can have a contraceptive spell cast on me.” She says with a yawn.
“What?! You didn’t have protection?”
“Don’t worry, I’m in a safe period. The spell is just in case. I’m sure Sugar Belle would be furious if you managed to knock up another mare before you gave her a foal.” With a laugh Rarity stood up straight and gave his arm a tug.
“Come on, I’m tired and getting silly. Come to my bed. You can help clean up tomorrow, with that storm you probably won’t be able to leave for at least a few days.” she said suggestively, running a hand up her curvy form and stroking her plaint boobs before sashaying into her bedroom.
Mac hoped that his sore balls would be up to the task come morning. He swore to himself as he followed her into the bedroom that he was going to ruin that mare before he left. Celestia help her. But he had the feeling her voluminous rear was going to prove a match for him regardless.