“Let me show you a real Guy’s Night,” Discord exclaimed exasperated.
With a snap of the talons, Discord, Spike, and Big Mac found themselves in a very different place from Twilight’s Castle.
The magic bubble which Mac was trapped inside popped instantly upon arrival and he landed on the floor. He quickly took in all that his senses allowed. Wherever Discord had brought them was very bright and very loud, with music that Mac was unfamiliar with.
As he took in the sights and sounds, Discord teleported around the main room, noting all the features of this place and why it made for a perfect Guy’s Night spot.
“This is what Guy’s Night is all about,” the draconequus concluded, draping his arms over his two companions, “Am I right, fellas?”
Discord rose to his full height and let off a low whistle as a mare passed in front of them.
Mac immediately took note of the golden yellow Earth pony, whose color matched quite nicely with the three bananas which made up her Cutie Mark. Her dark green mane was styled in a slick, curvy manner and her tail, which was held high by a fancy tail wrap, was styled to look almost like feathers. The ensemble was topped off with matching pearl earrings and a fur boa to create a classy, beautiful look.
Mac looked up at Discord just as the draconequus looked down at him.
“Eeyup,” he nodded in agreement with Discord’s earlier sentiments.
Mac heard Spike say something, but he wasn’t paying attention to the drake. Instead he watched to see where that cute mare was headed. But before he could decide what he was going to do, Discord’s face popped up in his field of view.
“Remember,” the lord of chaos winked, “I brought you here to have fun. So go have fun.”
Discord slithered away and Mac’s mind was made up. He saw the mare over by the bar and walked over, giving no mind to the various ponies milling around.
“E-Evening, miss,” Mac said, slight nerves coming from his usual bass voice.
The mare turned around to see who spoke, and found herself staring right into Mac’s neck. This wasn’t new to the farm stallion, as he was used to standing a good head above everypony. Mac took a step back to allow the mare to see him properly. She raised her head, and when their eyes met, Mac saw her brilliant purple orbs light up.
“Hello, cutie,” the mare spoke in an accent Mac couldn’t identify, “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you in here before.”
Mac felt beads of sweat on his forehead. He didn’t think this would be so hard. But now that she was right in front of him, he could barely get his usual monosyllabic answers across.
“Nope,” he finally said with a short shake of his head.
“That’s what I thought,” the mare replied, her eyelids falling halfway over her eyes, “And what can I do for a big, strong, stallion such as yourself?”
Mac thanked the powers that be for his red coat, for a blush would have been evident otherwise.
“Well, I...I…,” Mac hesitated.
“Awww,” the mare cooed at him, “there’s no need to be shy. Why don’t you start by telling me your name?”
“M-Macintosh Apple,” he answered perhaps a little too quickly, “O-Or B-Big Mac for short.”
The mare smiled, “What a suitable name. You’re certainly the biggest stallion I’ve ever met. My name is Chiquita Banana. But you can call me Chi-Chi.”
“Eeyup,” Mac responded, his nerves somewhat calmer.
Chiquita giggled, “So shy. Perhaps there are too many ponies here. Do you want to come with me for awhile?”
Mac was sure that his blush was visible now, red fur or not. He swallowed before answering with another monosyllable and a nod.
“Then follow me, cutie,” Chiquita said, turning around and brushing her feather-like tail across Mac’s neck.
Mac dutifully followed Chiquita as she led him out of the main room of the club, through a backroom, and up a flight of stairs. At the top was a hallway lined with doors. Chiquita made her way to one in particular and opened it, entering with Big Ma in tow.
The room was simple. Hardwood floor and barely any furniture, amounting to a solid oak dresser, a single chair, and a bed. After shutting and locking the door, Chiquita took off her boa and laid it on the bed.
“Uh...Chiquita,” Mac said, confused, “Why’d you bring me up here?”
Chiquita giggled, “Oh, so you can say more than one word at a time,” she walked back over to Mac, intentionally swaying her hips as she did so, “Isn’t it obvious? I want to have some fun with you.”
“Oh,” Mac replied, before his confusion righted itself, “Oh! Y-You want to do that with me?”
“Yes,” she cooed, nuzzling into his neck and taking in his scent, “I want to find out if you really are the biggest stallion I’ve ever met.”
Mac had to admit that Chiquita’s words and actions were having an affect on him, but he was still hesitant, “It just feel kinda fast. You already had a bedroom set up and everything.”
“Relax you cute country stallion. If you come over to the bed, I’ll explain. And please take that yoke off, you certainly don’t need it here.”
Chiquita walked back toward the bed. After a moment, Mac bent his head down and slipped off his yoke. After working his neck around for a moment more, he made the walk to the bed himself, where Chiquita was already lying upon it, waiting for him.
“Climb up here,” she said, rubbing the space in the center of the bed with her hoof, “Don’t worry, you won’t break it.”
Mac did as he was asked, and he was soon lying on his side next to Chiquita. She immediately nuzzled into his neck where his yoke would usually sit and breathed deeply.
“Mmmm,” she sighed with contentment, “You smell so musky. Like an Earth stallion should. Please roll onto your back.”
Mac did so, exposing his underside and, more presently, his stallionhood. Chiquita’s eyes focused on his organ, which was still rising out of its sheath.
“My word,” she complimented as she shifted her body down closer to Mac’s groin, “You’re not even fully hard yet and it’s already huge. Did you perhaps get that nickname of yours from mares?”
Mac chuckled as he began to properly relax, “Nope. Had it since before I knew what a mare was.”
Chiquita cooed again as she examined his member, “Wonder what I can do to make it fully erect. Oh, I know. I’ll tell you how I got my Cutie Mark.”
“Your Cutie Mark,” Mac asked, puzzled.
Chiquita smiled, “Yes. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy.”
Mac did as he was told. Allowing his muscles to relax and resting his head on the pillow. This did mean that he could not see what Chiquita was doing, but he didn’t care about that for now.
“I’ve always loved to dance,” Chiquita began, “When I was a filly, I took dance lessons of all types: ballet, tap, jazz, classical, all of it. And I knew early on that it was what I wanted to do, but I hadn’t gotten my Cutie Mark yet.
She kissed Mac’s cockhead, which made him groan, and continued, “One day, I was practicing on my own. Nothing special at first, just basic things. But then, when I did the jazz dances, I started moving and shaking in ways which I had never done before, that I had never seen anypony do before,” she gave a slow lick along his entire length, “I realized that I had invented a new style of dance, and one that was very, how would you say, provocative. Quite frankly, no filly should shake her flanks like that.
“But I still didn’t have my Cutie Mark, though in the moment, that was not what I was worried about. In the moment, all I could think about what that I was very hot, and very horny,” she gave a suckling kiss to Mac’s medial ring, “I really needed to get myself off. This was not the first time I had masturbated, but I wanted to do something different.
“I had packed a banana to eat as a snack. I’ve always loved bananas. Anyway, I thought of that and knew what I was going to do,” she swirled her tongue around Mac’s cockhead, “So I laid down and used the unpeeled banana as a toy. I teased my clit, I penetrated just a little, and eventually I came, long and hard.
“Since I still had the banana, I decided to try something else,” she suckled up a drop of precum, “I had heard of mares sucking on a stallion’s cock, and I wanted to see how it felt to have something long in my mouth. It helped that one end was covered in my juices, made it easier to start. Once I got used to it, I just put more and more in, and before I knew it, I had the entire banana down my throat, like this,” she wrapped her lips around Mac’s hard cock and sank all the way down to his medial ring effortlessly before coming up for a breath, “Guess I had never noticed before that I had no gag reflex.
“When my flank started glowing, I thought it was just sweat reflecting the light. But when I looked, I saw the three bananas there. At first I was worried, that my special talent was deepthroating. But I knew that couldn’t be right. So I kept up with the new dancing I had invented. But I found that every time I danced, I got incredibly horny. So there’s always a room up here for me to use in case I want to get myself off. Or if I find a stud to rut.
“So how about it, Big Mac? Want to be my stud tonight?”
Mac looked down his body at Chiquita, who had resumed sucking on his cock. Not deepthroating, but teasingly suckling the glands at his head, making very sexy sounds as she lubed his cock with her saliva.
“Yes Chi-Chi,” Mac groaned, “Whatever you want.”
Chiquita smiled up at him. She released his cock and returned to Mac’s side. Though this time, she laid her head down on the pillow and stuck her flank high in the air.
“Mount me, Mac,” she cooed, “I’m so wet from having your thick cock in my throat. I need it in my pussy. Please fill me up.”
Mac only nodded as he shifted and got into position. Once he was behind her, he could see exactly what she meant. She was already forming a wet patch on the sheets from the nectar dripping out of her pussy.
He thought for a moment that he should return the oral favor, but decided against asking. She was wet, waiting, and wanting. No need to pass up the invitation.
Mac got into position, holding his body above hers. He gently rubbed his cock against her folds, lubing himself up in the process.
“Please don’t tease me, stud,” Chiquita moaned, reaching a hoof around to guide Mac, “I don’t want to cum without you inside me.”
Taking the hint, Mac aligned himself properly and pushed his cockhead past her dripping folds. He went slow at first, to make sure she was feeling all pleasure and no pain.
“Oh, yes,” Chiquita moaned loudly, “This is what I needed. Rut me nice and deep.”
Mac began thrusting slowly in and out, pushing in as deep as possible with every thrust. Each push made the mare beneath him moan just a little louder, a little longer. As Chiquita’s pussy adjusted to Mac’s size, he began pumping faster, increasing the pleasure for both of them.
“That’s it,” Chiquita said, her words muffled by the pillow she was using to keep her volume down, “Oh, Mac, you’re gonna make me cum.”
Mac bent over Chiquita’s back, putting more of his weight on top of her, but also giving him a better angle from which to thrust. He panted into her ear as he climbed to his own peak.
“You’re so good,” Chiquita complimented, turning her head to look at Mac, “Oh, I’m right there. Please, ah, kiss me.”
Mac angled his head to lock his lips with hers. Just as they connected, Chiquita moaned loudly into his mouth as she climaxed. Her pussy quivered and undulated around Mac’s length as he continued to thrust.
“Ugh,” it was Mac’s turn to groan, “I’m getting close too.”
“Inside,” Chiquita pleaded, “Cum inside me. It’s OK. I’m not in heat. I want to feel your warmth fill me up.”
Her words kicked Mac over the mountaintop. His flare swelled, his cock throbbed, and he gave one more deep thrust before unloading his cum deep inside her. He loudly grunted into her ear as he experienced one of the biggest orgasms of his life.
“So much, so warm, so...ah,” Chiquita kissed Mac again as a second, smaller wave of pleasure racked her body. Her pussy squeezed Mac’s rod, milking him for every bit of his stud seed.
Eventually, the sensations passed. Mac dismounted and laid down on his side again, satisfied but not particularly tired, as his physical endurance was in peak condition. Chiquita rolled to her side as well, facing Mac, and moved closer to touch and nuzzle the stallion who had pleasured her so thoroughly.
“That was amazing, baby,” she cooed between planting kisses on Mac’s neck, “You want to stay here all night?”
“I want to,” Mac replied as he ran a hoof along her back, “But I’m not sure I can.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I’m not exactly sure where I even am,” Mac admitted, “I was teleported here by Discord, the Lord of Chaos, along with another friend. If I have any chance of getting back to Ponyville tonight, it’ll be with them. Of course, that’s assuming they haven’t left without me.”
“Let’s go back downstairs and look for them,” Chiquita suggested, “If they are still here, you can go with them. If they are not, you can stay with me, and we’ll figure out the rest in the morning. Sound good?”
“Eeyup,” Mac nodded.
The two ponies returned to the big room of the club. The music was still going much like earlier, and it did not take them long to find who they were looking for.
Discord was cutting all across the dance floor, hoof-in-claw with a blonde mare in a white-and-gold sequin dress. Just as Mac and Chiquita noticed him, the music ended with a flourish. There was much clapping and hoof-stomping throughout the club at the talents of the two performers.
“You’re friend seems like a lot of fun,” Chiquita said with a smile.
“Eeyup, I suppose he is,” Mac replied, smiling back.
“Listen, Big Mac,” Chiquita said, “I had a lot of fun with you tonight. I hope you come back sometime to see me.”
“I still don’t know where I am,” Mac countered.
“This is The Cabana Club,” Chiquita replied, “Mid-Town Manehattan. If you’re ever in town, drop by. Maybe next time, I’ll give you a...private dance.”
The way she looked at him made Mac sweat all over again.
“I’ll do that,” he said.
“Au revoir, Big Mac,” Chiquita said before giving him a kiss, “Come back and see me sometime.”
As the dancer walked off toward the back once again, Mac followed her with his eyes. Just before she went around the corner out of sight, she looked back at him and gave a little shake of her flanks, ruffling her feathered tail just for him.
Mac licked his lips and smiled, half wishing that he had an excuse to stay. But his thoughts were interrupted.
“There you are,” he heard Spike call, “Where have you been Big Mac?”
Before he could formulate some kind of answer, Discord appeared beside them.
“I’m sure Mac was just doing what I suggested,” the draconequus said, “Did you have fun, Mac?”
Mac smiled, “Eeyup.”
