Big Mac’s heavy hooves trod lightly on the rich soil of Sweet Apple Acres as he trotted away from the house he shared with his ever growing family, into the darkness of the night and his beloved apple orchard. He looked up at the twinkling stars through the branches of the trees, fantasizing about the universe beyond Equestria. Although he lived in a land of strange and magical creatures, Mac had always dreamed of more, whether immersed in the fantasy world of Ogres & Oubliettes, or during his quiet walks beneath the night sky.
The naturally solitary earth pony knew that his time was running out for such indulgences. Once Sugar Belle’s foal was born, he’d be too busy with fatherly responsibilities to have much time for himself. One more time round the orchard, he thought to himself. Soon enough I’ll be takin’ mah lil’ one out ta look at these stars.
Suddenly a light shone down on Mac from the sky, brighter than the stars or even the moon. The stallion shielded his eyes with a hoof and looked up to see a large, disc shaped zeppelin hovering above him. Without making a sound the enormous machine sent some sort of force towards him that rapidly lifted him up and off the ground.
“Discord, if this is one o’ yer pranks, it ain’t funny.” Big Mac tumbled head over hooves as the strange force pulled him through the the apple trees and into the air. He grasped frantically for a branch that momentarily snapped off in his mouth. In moments the orchard was far below him, and nothing at all could stop his ascent.
“Discord! I said stop!” But the prank — if prank it was — was not of the devising of Big Mac’s reality bending friend, and his cries were unheeded.
“Applejack! Rainbow Dash! Help!” His family, his farm, even Equestria itself shrank and diminished into nothingness as Big Mac was carried away into the sky. In seconds, everything he cared about had vanished below him, replaced by a frightening unknown above.
The strange zeppelin opened a door in its undercarriage and Big Mac was swiftly pulled inside. The once stoic stallion called again for help, but he was so far off the ground that nopony could hear his screams, and his cries soon became desperate denials that something so horrid could happen to him.
“Eenope!”
“Eenope!”
“EeNOPE!”
The mysterious tugging force brought Big Mac through a metal hallway and dropped him into a brightly lit room that reminded him of Twilight Sparkle’s old laboratory in Ponyville. The room was full of strange machines that whirred, whistled, flashed and beeped. Big Mac sat quietly in the centre of the floor, trying not to touch anything. One false move and he was certain he’d send the whole airship crashing to the ground.
A door opened with a hiss, and two tall female bipeds strode in and stood before him, silently inspecting him. Big Mac found himself taken aback by their strange, statuesque beauty. Standing on those long, shapely legs, each of these amazons was nearly as tall as Princess Celestia!
One of the females boasted dark, furless skin and a curly mane like Sugar Belle’s. The other was lighter in tone and had a blonde mane that reminded Big Mac of his sister Applejack. Their barrels and flanks were covered by obscene amounts of brightly coloured clothing, seemingly made of enough fabric to outfit the entire Grand Galloping Gala. They were so bundled up in those dresses, you couldn’t even see their cutie marks!
As Big Mac’s eyes shifted in fear, the darker of the two creatures gently reached out and touched the earth pony’s quivering shoulder. “All this technology... it must be so frightening. Such a change from your primitive home planet.”
“Y-yes, ma’am, that’s one way ta put it.” Big Mac tried to speak politely even as he shied away from the creature’s touch.
“There’s no need to worry. My name’s Kyrie, and this is Cherry. We’re humans — intelligent beings like you from another universe. We travel in this ship from one universe to another, seeking friendship with all creatures.”
“Humans...” Big Mac wondered. He’d heard the rumours, of course, but... to see real humans!
The two humans sat down in front of Big Mac in glowing chairs that rose up out of the floor. “We just need to ask you a few questions before we get started,” Cherry assured him.
“Questions?” Big Mac shuddered. He’d never done well in school, and in conversations he was known to be a stallion of few words. “Princess Twilight’s the one ta ask, I reckon. She could talk yer ear off, telling ya all bout Equestria.”
“But we don’t need to hear about Equestria, we need to hear about you.” Cherry crossed her legs, shifting her dress to show Big Mac a glimpse of lacy lingerie covering a mysterious mound. Mac felt himself begin to sweat profusely. What newfangled fad was this — of clothes beneath other clothes? Even Rarity would stop short of such excess! Why was the sight of that unexpected lace reaching into his very mind, twisting his thoughts, making him find these strange creatures impossibly attractive?
“What’s your name, sweetie?” Kyrie asked him. “You can answer that one, I bet.”
“Eeyup, the name’s Macintosh Apple, Big Mac for short.”
“Macintosh. That’s a beautiful name.” Big Mac had to smile at the compliment. His own name did sound beautiful, coming out of Cherry’s cherry red lips.
“Thank ya kindly. I know a few Cherries mahself — relatives o’ yers?”
The human smiled. “I doubt it. Big Mac, can you confirm that you can talk, or otherwise communicate with language?” Big Mac wasn’t sure why somepony would ask him that in the midst of a conversation, so he just nodded and said “Eeyup.”
“Look into the camera when you answer,” Kyrie told him. “Are you of human intelligence or greater?”
Big Mac looked about until he saw a machine with a large lens pointed at him. “Nopony never called me intelligent, exactly,” he stated saltily, “but I know enough not ta go round capturin’ folks in some big zeppelin.”
Cherry frowned. “We’ll count that as another ‘Eeyup.’ Our final question: are you of sexual maturity for your species?”
“I ain’t so sure I like how personal these questions are gettin’...”
“Eeyup or eenope, please.”
“Eeyup,” Big Mac admitted. It was hard to say anything else with the smell of female pheromones running wild through his nostrils, his sheath twitching and his balls knocking against each other. Denying his virility on camera would be a downright lie, and he’d never hear the end of it from Applejack.
“All right, Macintosh.” Kyrie smiled cheerfully, “Now that we have a record of you passing the Harkness Test, let me say how thrilled Cherry and I are to meet you. We’re the founders and primary content creators of Multiverse Studios, producers of quality adult films for the sophisticated degenerate.”
Big Mac scratched his head. “Films? Ya mean them movin’ pictures they show at the music hall in between the singin’?”
“Yes, but I’m sure our moving pictures are a little more risqué than the ones you’ve seen at the music hall.”
Big Mac snorted. “Maybe I’m primitive, but I ain’t naive. I been ta the back room where they show the spicy pictures. I seen ‘Their Hooves Touched,’ an’ ‘Kissed On The First Date,’ even ‘Their Hooves Touched 2: They’re Both Mares!’ Eeyup, I reckon I done seen it all.”
“Well, well, Macintosh Apple.” Kyrie ran her hand sensually up one of her long legs. “It seems the upstanding stallion has a few dirty secrets. I’m sure a patron of the erotic arts will understand why we’re so eager for you to star in our next picture.”
“M-me? In pictures? Why me?”
“Oh, we found you conveniently on your own in the middle of nowhere, no one knows you’re gone... and you’re a delicious little morsel with a rock solid body. A girl of any species can appreciate what you’ve got.”
The two humans stood from their chairs and began slowly walking around Big Mac as they spoke. Their scents were arousing, the sway of their hips irresistible. He wanted to kiss them... he wanted to hold hooves with them! Eenope! He had to be strong! He had to stay faithful to Sugar Belle, his love, his shmoopy do!
“Millions of females, Big Mac,” Kyrie teased, “all over the multiverse, wishing they could see you in action. They crave you so badly and they don’t even know you exist. All you have to do is agree to give your fans a taste of what they’re missing, and we’ll show you the time of your life.”
“I really need ta get home,” Big Mac protested. “Ain’t got time ta go prancin’ all round no multiverse.”
“Never fear,” Cherry assured the stallion. “We’ll set you back on your home planet, right where we picked you up. As far as anyone knows, you simply took a long walk in that orchard of yours. But first, we’d love to have some fun with you on camera.”
“What kind o’ fun?” Mac asked eagerly. “Y’all got a music hall act or somethin’?”
“Can he really be this dense?” Cherry asked Kyrie.
Kyrie put a finger under Big Mac’s chin and tilted his muzzle upward, forcing their eyes to meet. “More like a rodeo act.”
“We want you to fuck us, Macintosh Apple.”
“Wreck our tight holes with your huge Equestrian cock.”
“Train us to crave your delicious cum.”
Big Mac squirmed and covered his cock with his hooves as it unsheathed at this dirty talk, but in moments both hooves were no longer enough. His turgid shaft poked out right between his front legs, dripping beads of precum onto the mirrored floor of the zeppelin. “Y-you girls shouldn’t be talkin’ like that,” he cautioned. “Stallions might get the impression that yer, well, free with yer affections.”
Cherry put her hand on Kyrie’s shoulder in a way that made Big Mac feel funny, just like he’d felt as he’d watched “Their Hooves Touched 2.” “Well, isn’t he a gentleman?” Cherry marvelled.
“Please, understand, Big Mac,” Kyrie pleaded, “guys like you are why we got into this business! We bang aliens every day, but you are the cutest, sweetest, most desirable studmuffin we’ve seen in years.”
“Stud... muffin?” The thought of muffins made Big Mac think once again of his baker wife, and he drew a deep breath. “Eenope. Sorry, ladies, I hate ta let ya down, but I’m married ta a fine mare an’ I ain’t no cheater.”
“You have nothing to fear, Macintosh,” Cherry asserted. “We never distribute our products to primitive planets like yours. Your adventure will stay our little secret, and you’ll be paid 5,000 of your Equestrian bits for your trouble.”
“Oh!” Big Mac sat up straight. “Why didn’t ya say ya were payin’? That’s different!” He finally felt like the humans were speaking his language.
The gentle giant had become used to relinquishing his reproductive autonomy for cash. It had all started a few years ago, when he and Cheerilee were dating. Mayor Mare had offered Big Mac 1,000 bits for an old fashioned stud service, with a hefty bonus for delivering the sperm “personally.” He’d talked it over with Cheerilee, she’d quietly left Ponyville for a night, and he’d put the money towards repairs on the farm.
Mac had hoped that would be the end of it, but the mayor’s foal proved to be the healthiest little colt you ever did see, and she took him to public appearances everywhere. The adorable tyke acted as the perfect advertisement for Big Mac’s “services,” and word quickly got around that the earth pony farmer’s genes were the best that bits could buy.
Before long, Mac was “donating” sperm once or twice a week, sometimes into a cup, but more often directly into a wet, orgasmic mare. The money was good, and unlike his ex, Sugar Belle didn’t need to leave town when he had a studding appointment — heck, she wanted to watch!
To make matters worse, as Sugar’s own belly grew, Big Mac’s sister-in-law had become interested and started flirting with him most awkwardly. It didn’t seem too long before Applejack would call on her brother to do his duty with Rainbow Dash, siring a pegasus who would be not only his child but also his nephew or niece.
Nopony had ever asked Big Mac if this was the life he wanted, but he couldn’t put his hoof on what made him uneasy about the arrangement. Everypony was having fun, mares who wanted foals were getting them, and the money definitely came in handy. On top of that, Big Mac had to admit he got a thrill out of being watched and used: as a sperm donor, a lover on a lonely night, a fantasy fulfilled or just a masturbation aid. Each and every proof of his potency and desirability just made him happier about his decision to marry Sugar Belle. If he could have any mare he wanted, it could only mean that he’d chosen her out of true love.
“A-all right,” Big Mac stuttered. The two humans looked at each other and smiled. “I’ll be in yer dirty picture fer 5,000 bits. But I want a copy o’ the film reel, just ta keep fer mahself. Otherwise I’m like ta think this was just a weird dream, like the time I banged Princess Luna.”
“How wonderful, Mr. Apple.” In unison, Cherry and Kyrie slipped their lacy panties down their long legs and tossed the flimsy garments towards him. “We’ll head to the wardrobe department right away to get ready for you. Just to confirm your consent, can we hear a big, hearty ‘Eeyup’ for the camera?”
The two humans bent over in front of Big Mac and lifted their dresses, flashing him their shapely plots and the wet lips of their glistening marehoods. As a fragrant set of panties dangled from his muzzle, Mac gulped and pushed down all his misgivings. The prospect of being used for the pleasure of these two aliens, and fulfilling the fantasies of millions more throughout the vast multiverse, gave him a thrill unlike any other. If he turned down this opportunity, he’d never forgive himself.
“EeYUP!”
Big Mac lay in the zeppelin on a comfortable couch in a somewhat bare room known as the “studio,” waiting for Miss Kyrie and Miss Cherry to return from their change of clothes. He bounced on the springs beneath him, feeling the couch cushions press pleasantly back against his plot.
Some things were the same across universes, or so it seemed. “Booped On The Nose,” Big Mac’s favourite dirty picture, was also set on a couch. His teased cock had slowly softened as he’d settled in, but he felt himself unsheathing again as he relived the pornographic fantasy in his mind, casting himself and Sugar Belle as the stars...
Here was the fine stallion sitting on the couch with his beautiful mare... slowly stretching his hoof out for a firm, yet gentle boop... and then the mare booped him back! Big Mac nearly loosed his load every time he saw that surprise twist of a climax!
Suddenly another one of the zeppelin’s sliding doors opened, and Cherry and Kyrie entered, swivelling their hips and followed by a human male who held a large camera machine.
Big Mac nodded his approval of the girls’ costumes. Cherry and Kyrie had shed their excessive clothes, and were now dressed like sensible farm ponies, wearing nothing but boots and wide brimmed hats. Of course, their boots and hats were fancy as all get out, covered in sequins and tassels. They were no good for real farm work, but plenty nice for a country act at the music hall.
The humans’ boots climbed high, yet still couldn’t cover more than a fraction of those mouthwatering legs. Their bare teats, strangely positioned high on their barrels, jiggled with heft and softness. Thighs fit for applebucking drew Big Mac’s attention in a way pony mares never had, and Big Mac couldn’t help but wonder what the humans’ tender, delicate hooves might look like underneath those fancy boots.
Cherry put a hand on her hip as the male with the camera moved around to capture the three of them in one picture. “Well, well, looks like we’ve got a live one here,” she told her friend. “Are you ready to break this bronco, Kyrie?”
Kyrie devoured Big Mac’s body with her eyes. “I think he might just break us, Cherry.”
Big Mac felt like he ought to say something — after all, he was in charge of representing Equestria to the multiverse. “Ya look real purdy, Miss Kyrie, Miss Cherry,” he stammered out.
“Well, thank you, Macintosh.” Kyrie’s smile beamed as bright as the night sky the earth pony had been admiring not one hour earlier. “Shall we sit down and get to know each other a little better?”
“But ya just asked me a bunch o’ questions...” Big Mac whined.
“Silly, that interview’s just for our legal records.” Cherry slowly and teasingly lowered her plot to the couch, Kyrie taking her place on the other side of their “star.” Their fingers reached out to touch him, gently feeling up his strong barrel and flank. “Now it’s time for our audience to really get to know you.”
“What a body!” Kyrie marvelled. “Do you work out?”
“Ain’t got time ta sweat just ta be sweatin’.” Big Mac flexed his applebucking muscles for the camera, feeling the growing excitement of showing off for an audience. “This is all from farm work... though I’m busy in the bedroom too, most nights.”
“Oh, they’re going to love that. You’re a natural tease, Big Mac.” Cherry’s fingers drew lower, brushing the earth pony’s flank. “What’s the story of this tattoo on your gorgeous tush?”
“That’s just mah cutie mark. We all got ’em. It shows mah special talent.”
“A cutie mark! I see that your special talent is... splitting apples in half?”
“He can split my apple in half any day!” Kyrie giggled.
“Tell me, Big Mac, have you ever had two girls at once? Before tonight, that is.”
Big Mac blushed, but nopony saw it because he was already red as can be. “I... I shouldn’t kiss an’ tell,” he protested.
“Oh, but why not?” Cherry dropped her lips to the nervous stallion’s. “Here, I’ll kiss... if you’ll tell.”
Big Mac squirmed as four hands stroked all over his firm, muscular form, tickling and teasing him. All the while, Cherry’s tongue slowly loosened Big Mac’s, pulling the story out for the camera. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to spill his guts. It was nothing to be ashamed of, after all!
“Well, Princess Twilight, she...” Big Mac began.
“Ah, so even a princess of your world can’t resist this handsome apple farmer!”
Big Mac shook his head. “It ain’t like that. Twilight had ta inspect me fore I got married, just ta make sure everythin’ works. It’s a legal thing, called ‘primmy noctis’ or somethin’. An’, well, she invited her friend Moondancer fer some reason... an’ a couple o’ her guards... an’ her mum... I really shouldn’t say no more.”
“I think we get the picture — just be sure to thank the princess when you get back!”
“Yeah, it’s good to know our steed has got the royal seal of approval!” Kyrie’s hands dipped beneath Big Mac’s barrel and her fingers began to work his stiffened cock, gently stroking and tugging. It felt incredible — like one of Sugar Belle’s magical massages, but stronger and full of the close intimacy of physical touch.
Cherry’s hands soon joined Kyrie’s on Mac’s throbbing shaft. “You’re a four-hander plus, Macintosh,” the blond mare exclaimed. “Have you ever felt like this before? I bet there aren’t many handjobs to be found in pony land.”
“Aww, golly... aww, gee...”
Two mouths soon joined the four hands, showering Big Mac’s cock with quick, teasing kisses and the wet ecstasy of lapping tongues. Mac rolled over onto his back, his legs sticking up and quivering in pleasure. Mouths opened wide, then wider, sampling the sensitive flesh, sucking and licking his veiny shaft. These humans really knew how to treat a guy!
Cherry lashed her tongue against the leaking flare of Mac’s cock and looked up at her whimpering stallion. “Any last requests before we gobble you up?”
Big Mac shuddered. “We’re kidding!” Kyrie assured him.
Again the quiet earth pony forced himself to speak up. “I’d love ta, well, lick ya. I never tasted no aliens before.”
“How about that — he is a gentleman!” Kyrie and Cherry silently nodded at each other, planning out the scene. Cherry pulled Big Mac off the couch, onto his hooves, and started gently stroking and kissing his flank, teasing his balls with the tips of her fingers. Meanwhile Kyrie lay on the couch and drew her knees up to her teats, exposing her most secret place to the curious stallion.
“Dig in, big guy~”
The crotch of the human looked so strange, furless but for a tiny strip above the vulva, but Big Mac couldn’t deny he was growing ever more aroused with every breath of Kyrie’s fragrant musk. He lowered his muzzle to the strange pussy and started to kiss and lap, the way Sugar Belle liked it.
Kyrie quickly let out exaggerated moans. “Oh! Oh! Macintosh, you beast!” she screamed.
Big Mac frowned. These weren’t real sex noises! He could tell Kyrie was pretending for the picture. He didn’t like that one bit! Pretending was too much like lying, and it meant he wasn’t really pleasing his lover.
He had to stop treating these girls like ponies, and educate himself in the mysteries of human mares. He stopped what he was doing and inspected Kyrie’s pussy closely. Where the heck was her clit? A pony mare had a big, protruding nub that winked to get a stallion’s attention, you couldn’t miss it! The alien had a whole lot of stuff down there... it just didn’t make no sense!
Kyrie’s hands grasped Mac’s muzzle gently and pulled him towards his interrupted banquet. “Hey, stud, the camera’s still rolling...” the human chastised him.
“Just one second, Miss Kyrie, just admirin’ yer beauty.” He had to act quick! His gaze was drawn downwards to the dark, puckered hole between the human’s soft plot cheeks. It wasn’t as puffy as his beloved Sugar Belle’s ponut, but his wife always appreciated when he went back there, and at least he knew how it worked. This was his best chance to make his picture a success!
Mac lowered his head slightly and licked around the rim of the human’s anus. It was clean and fresh, it didn’t taste dirty at all! He curled his tongue and started slowly prodding it against the pucker, seeking entry.
“Fuck! Oh, shit!” Big Mac smiled as now, Kyrie’s cries were full of real emotion. “A cute farmboy who eats ass? I think I’m in love!”
The human’s finger reached for a spot right at the tippy top of her pussy and started to rub. That was her clit, it just had to be! Big Mac abandoned Kyrie’s plothole and went for her pleasure button, brushing the finger out of the way with his large, rough tongue.
Slurp!
Kyrie’s legs shot away from her barrel and wrapped around Big Mac’s neck. She used him to pull her hips off the couch and ground her pussy against her lover’s strong lips. “Oh! Big! MAC!”
Cherry sat on the couch next to them, watching the two lovers closely, and moved her fingers in short, slow movements, rubbing her clit and her asshole simultaneously. Big Mac kept teasing Kyrie’s clit as much as he dared, not wanting to overstimulate his lover. He worked Kyrie’s vulva back and forth with his lips and moved his tongue down to push its way deep into a treasure never before known to Equestria: the wet and juicy fruit known as human pussy. He plunged his tongue into her, and the human cried out in genuine lust.
“FUCK! I’m CUMMING!”
Warm juices sprayed across Big Mac’s muzzle as he tongued his partner through an intense climax. This was why mares paid extra to have their inseminations delivered the “natural” way! Big Mac always made sure his partner came before he did... usually several times. The Apple family tradition of hospitality demanded it — and besides which, Nurse Redheart had said it improved the odds of conception. Of course, she’d said that while furiously riding Big Mac’s face during her own stud session, so she may not have been telling it straight...
“Gimme! Gimme!” Kyrie worked her weakened legs down Big Mac’s barrel, grabbing his withers with her hands and humping her cunt desperately, trying to find her partner’s sturdy prick. “I want it now! Fuck me, Macintosh!”
“Whoa, Kyrie!” Cherry protested. “We haven’t shot the BJ yet!”
“Fuck the BJ! Kyrie needs snu snu!”
“Sorry, Macintosh, but you have no idea how she is when she goes like this.” Cherry slapped Big Mac on his large, firm bum. “Giddyup, horsey!”
The earth pony had never heard that word before, but he instinctively knew what that slap meant. He thrust forward. In that moment, thrusting just felt right. The flare of his cock caught on Kyrie’s pussy, and plunged inside. The human’s tight, hot sheath slid over Mac’s shaft with a squish that was drowned out by the human’s own scream of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck, oh, FUCK, he’s so THICK! God, I LOVE sapient equids!” Kyrie grabbed Big Mac’s barrel and humped herself onto him, spreading herself on his cock, clasping fiercely down onto his shaft. Big Mac tried to take a step back, but Kyrie’s pussy followed him wherever he went. “Miss Kyrie, calm down, yer goin’ a little hard,” he cautioned.
“Oh, I’m sorry! Too rough?”
Big Mac shook his head slightly. “Now, I didn’t say that, exactly. I’ve used this cock plenty an’ it’s yer first time — jes relax an’ let me treat ya.”
Yet Big Mac’s attempt at the gentle lovemaking he felt Kyrie needed was denied by the fierce grip of her long legs around his barrel. She worked her pussy back and forth on his shaft, violently claiming him ever deeper into her. For her, gentle would never be enough.
Big Mac always feared that he’d be too much for his partners, but it seemed these amazonian humans could take everything he could deliver. He let himself go, fucking with an abandon he hadn’t felt since that strangely realistic dream with Princess Luna. He bucked his hips with fury, pounding into Kyrie with all his strength, slamming her body against the cushions of the couch, slipping deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. Far from crying out in pain — such pain as Mac always hated to hear during a night of pleasure — Kyrie just moaned from the back of her throat, lifted her hips to meet him, and came again, all over his plunging, pummelling cock.
He felt Cherry’s tongue swirl around his bouncing nuts, her fingers gently running through his tail hair and stroking his dock and taint. To devote all his attention to the pleasure of one mare, yet to have a second focused solely on pleasing and teasing him — it was more than a guy like him deserved!
“M-Miss Kyrie, ma’am, I‘m fixin’ ta cum!” Mac didn’t suppose his sperm could impregnate a human, but he knew he’d better warn her, just in case...
“Kyrie!” Cherry called out to her friend. “Snap out of it! Pull out for the money shot!”
“Like hell I will! This is a creampie scene now! This beautiful stallion is ALL MINE!”
They came together, Kyrie’s clawed fingers scratching into Big Mac’s muscular back. Mac’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as an irresistible white heat took over his mind, beckoning him to squeeze every drop as deep as he could into his partner, bucking furiously into the human’s pussy as he came. He’d felt like this before, but only during his most intense studding appointments. He always imagined that a little piece of his soul was being sent into the beautiful new life he was helping to create. But that couldn’t be happening now — Big Mac was simply cumming his brains out, into a pussy tighter and hotter than any he’d felt before. Kyrie was like a living vise, squeezing Mac’s cock inside her and drawing his sperm out with her powerful muscles, milking him until his balls ached and he felt a hot tingle on the tip of his shaft.
“Aww, Miss Kyrie, ya sure are swell.” Big Mac gently nuzzled the human’s neck as his orgasmic throbs began to fade. “Yer gonna make somepony a heck o’ a wife someday.”
Kyrie giggled and touched Big Mac on the nose, wringing a last twinge of cum out of his balls at the adulterous boop. “You never quit, do you? So damn sweet!”
“Calm down, Kyrie.” Cherry grasped Big Mac’s floppy cock in her hands. “We’re going to shoot the BJ now, and I won’t hear any excuses.” The blonde mare tugged Mac’s flare out of her friend’s satisfied cunt, and started licking up the mixture of juices.
Big Mac panted for breath as his oversensitive cock was plunged from one lustful human heaven into another. “Wait, please,” he wheezed. “Ya gotta have enough by now. Them pictures they show at the music hall don’t run longer than a minute.”
Kyrie looked up at her lover with half lidded, pleasured eyes. “Oh, but Macintosh, darling, you forget that our technology is so much more advanced than yours. Our dirty movies are four hours long.”
Big Mac gulped. Kyrie wrapped her arms around his neck and plunged her tongue into his mouth while Cherry nuzzled her nose against his furry ear, stroking his flare as she did. The retreat of Big Mac’s cock into its sheath halted shamefully, then began to reverse.
“I haven’t even had you inside me yet,” the blonde mare whispered sadly. “You wouldn’t leave a girl unsatisfied, would you?”
Big Mac’s chest swelled with pride. He’d never left a mare wanting in his life, and now was no time to start! He looked Cherry in the eyes and affirmed his promise to her... to all females, throughout the multiverse!
“Eenope!”
“Package for you, Big Mac!”
“Thank ya, Derpy.” Big Mac turned the package over and over in his hooves, looking for a return address written on the plain brown paper. “Any idea who sent this?”
“Nope!” Ponyville’s lovable mailmare shrugged. “It just showed up in the mailroom!”
Mac scratched his head. “Well, thanks again. You take it easy, now. Don’t tire yerself out flappin’ about.”
“Sure thing, Big Mac! Tell Sugar Belle I said hi!”
Big Mac’s muscles were still sore from his adventure in the zeppelin two nights ago, which had stressed his body as farm work never had. Kyrie and Cherry had returned him to the orchard, but only after completely draining him, and he hadn’t been able to get it up for Sugar Belle that night. Fortunately he’d avoided suspicion by licking his wife’s pussy and ass until she fell asleep. After all, they hadn’t had “normal” sex in some time: with their foal about to arrive, Big Mac had to be careful where he put his massive dick.
As the friendly grey pegasus flew back towards Ponyville, Big Mac pulled the twine off of the mysterious package and ripped the paper open with his teeth. He gasped as he discovered a fragment of a lurid photograph. He quickly ran into the bedroom he shared with Sugar Belle, and, checking to make sure he was alone, finished unwrapping the package.
He’d been promised a copy of the finished picture, and here it was, held in a protective case. In the photograph on the cover, Cherry and Kyrie knelt either side of Big Mac’s flanks and eagerly measured his erection against their outstretched arms. Mac’s face was not in the picture, but his green apple cutie mark was front and centre. Anypony who saw this picture would know exactly what Big Mac had done... but they’d be very confused about who he’d done it with.
Multiverse Studios #1112
On a planet of stallions, HE was top stud!
“Big” Macintosh gives Kyrie Chartreuse and Cherry Bangs a pony ride they won’t forget!
Genuine horse cock!
Horny humans dicked til they squirt!
6 holes, 6 creampies!
Big Mac smiled egotistically, even giggling a little. Seeing it in print made it seem official. Little old him, top stud of all Equestria! Then he opened the case with his teeth, and his heart sank as he realized he’d never be able to watch the picture he’d “starred” in. He’d expected a reel of film inside the little box, yet found nothing but a shiny magical disc that stuck out like a sore hoof in his humble home. Normally he’d take such an artifact over to Starlight at the School of Friendship, but he could never let her learn about this!
Mac closed the case and looked at the cover wistfully. “#1112...” he murmured to himself, noting the number at the top of the label. “All them universes... I reckon they’ve caught some funny lookin’ critters gettin’ frisky on film, but none so nice as Miss Kyrie an’ that Miss Cherry. Just wish I coulda checked it with Sugar Belle, is all. It feels wrong, hidin’ it from her.”
Big Mac opened the bedroom closet and reached high on a shelf to hide away the evidence of his infidelity. As he did, he knocked down another case that looked almost the same as the one he was trying to hide. Big Mac’s jaw fell wide open as he recognized the mare on the cover of the case.
Multiverse Studios #1111
She was ready to drop... but she couldn’t stop!
Pregnant unicorn treats herself to a baker’s dozen!
13 studs!
Anal maregasms!
She even fucks the fluffers!
Big Mac picked up the box with a growing sense of horror and looked at the cover. He saw his wife lying supine on the same couch he’d just “performed” on, smiling cheerfully and balancing a tray of her famous cupcakes atop her huge, swollen belly. The couch was surrounded by naked human males, and every cock was erect and pointed right at Sugar Belle. A lesser stallion than Big Mac would have felt inadequate at the pure amount of dong on display. Heck, some of these humans were nearly as hung as he was!
Mac’s hooves shook as he turned the case and looked at the back cover. Sugar Belle grinned as she took a bite out of a cupcake covered with dripping white cum. Her cutie mark was coated in the same glaze, and milk sprayed from Sugar’s swollen teats between the squeezing fingers of...
“M-Miss Cherry? Miss Kyrie?”
There were the two human temptresses, clear as day in the photo, milking his lactating wife and fingering her well fucked asshole as she enjoyed a showering bukkake. The humans’ manes were sweaty and mussed, and their faces showed the unmistakable signs of a mare orally pleasured by a skilful lover.
Big Mac quivered in shame, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that his cock was slowly slipping out of its sheath. The thought of his gentle, pregnant wife, her plot repeatedly stuffed by human males, kissing the same pussies he’d taken care of...
“Oh, Big Mac~” The stallion startled and turned around to see his curly haired wife standing in the bedroom, eyeing him with an expression of exaggerated innocence.
“What’s that up there?” she asked him teasingly. “Did something come in the mail for you? Can I see?” Sugar Belle used her magic to grab the box he’d just hidden back off the shelf. She looked at the cover, lasciviously licking her lovely lips.
“Erm... ah... Sugar Belle, please, I can explain...”
“Oh, is something wrong? Any regrets? I had fun up there in that zeppelin, didn’t you?”
Big Mac gasped for breath even as his cock fully unsheathed and began to swell into erection. “Een... eeno...”
“They taught me a spell to show those pictures from the discs,” Sugar Belle whispered as she moved closer, slowly yet irresistibly pressing her husband into the darkness of the bedroom closet. “How’d you like to watch mine with me tonight?”
“Een... eey...”
“I’ll even let you treat me like one of your human sluts. We’ll have to stick to oral and anal, though, or we might hurt the baby~”
Big Mac been caught red hooved. His secret was out... as was his dick. He’d never been this stiff, this ready to stuff his cock into anything and everything.
“What do you say, shmoopy do?” As Mac’s loving wife fondled his balls with her magic and leaned in to gently boop his nose, there was only one thing the lucky stud could say:
“Eeyup!”
