“So…” Sunburst murmured, looking over to his mother, “what do you think of Ponyville?”
“While the School of Friendship is certainly impressive, Ponyville itself is…” Stellar trailed off, attempting to find the right word, “quaint.” It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy time with her son, though she hadn’t expected to be dragged around on a day-long tour.
Several weeks ago, back in Sire’s Hollow, she’d unexpectedly received a letter from Sunburst. Apparently, at some point in the last year, he’d taken a position at the School of Friendship. She couldn’t say why her son would leave the Crystal Empire, especially since he’d been working directly under Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor, though she was hardly going to complain.
After a bit of back-and-forth, settling on an ideal date and time, Stellar had agreed to pay him a visit. Having heard about Ponyville on several occasions, given the town’s poor luck with villainy and being the home of a Princess, she was more than pleased to make the trip. Sadly, the descriptions of the small hamlet, in her humble opinion, were a bit exaggerated.
Sunburst had paraded her through the school, inside and out, then proceeded to show her Ponyville’s sights. Besides Twilight’s castle and the academy, there really wasn’t anything exceptional of note. Sure, there was a plaque marking where the town’s library had once stood, though that hardly counted as interesting. Trailing behind her son, while he yammered on incessantly about this or that, she fell into an apathetic torpor.
Trotting through the outskirts, down a dusty dirt road, Stellar followed the young stallion. Apparently, according to Sunburst, their last stop was going to be Sweet Apple Acres. Given the non-stop walking, after having traveled three hours by train, she was more than ready to get back to her hotel to rest. If nothing else, at least she’d be able to procure some fresh produce and cider before retiring for the evening.
Cresting a hill, Sunburst paused and swept his arms towards the valley below. “They grow eight varieties of apples, including the elusive zap variety! Do you have any idea how tricky those are to cultivate and harvest?!” he excitedly asked, looking back at his mother.
“No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me,” Stellar lamented, fanning herself. Dressed in a simple blouse and skirt, she couldn’t see how Sunburst was able to walk around in the unseasonably hot afternoon while adorned a full suit and cape.
The fact that it was far too warm outside did little to help her souring disposition and sore feet. She was sweaty, exhausted, and biting back her growing frustration with the exceedingly boring excursion. As Sunburst began babbling about soil conditions and annual rainfalls, she wearily scanned her surroundings for something - anything - to distract herself; as fate would have it, she found something that did just that.
Standing some few dozen yards away, leaning with his back against a tree, was the most titanic stallion Stellar had ever laid eyes upon. Wearing a pair of jeans and button up shirt, the garments did little to conceal the earth pony’s adonic-like build. Tall and exquisitely well muscled, the crimson stud had a shaggy mane of golden hair. As Stellar’s gaze drifted to his chiseled, rugged features, she noticed a single, emerald eye looking back at her.
“Who is that,” she murmured, stopping dead in her tracks. In all her years, she’d never seen such a captivating stallion before; whoever he was, he looked like he’d leapt out of a pinup calendar or romance novel. It was a surreal moment, one which left her feeling breathless.
Pausing and looking over, seeing what held his mother’s attention, Sunburst pointed in the stud’s direction. “Oh, that’s Big Mac,” he began, waving at the carmine colossus. “Mac! Come meet my mom!”
Stellar stood mute, as the hulking stallion lumbered over. While he drew nearer, she could swear she felt the earth quake with his footfalls - although, in hindsight, it may have been her quickening pulse. As he drew to a halt, not but a foot or two away, he extended a hand. Demurely reaching for him, feeling his thick, calloused fingers gingerly wrap around her digits, she swooned.
“Big Macintosh, this is my mother, Stellar Flare,” Sunburst genially announced, introducing the two. “Mom, this is Big Macintosh. He runs the Apple farm with his sisters and grandmother!”
Towering over her, Mac appraised the lone mare. If Sunburst hadn’t mentioned she was his mother, he could have mistaken Stellar for a cousin or possibly a sibling. Roughly the same height and coloration as her caped son, the similarities ended there. With a heavy bust and rather ample hips, her body was, regardless of her age, exceptionally provocative. Giving her hand a gentle shake, he released her and stoically looked upon her.
Having to crane her neck slightly, Stellar smiled sheepishly up at the behemoth. Despite her maturity and professional demeanor, her mouth felt as though it was full of sand. Realizing she had to say something, lest their meeting be cut woefully short, she blurted the first thing that came to her frazzled mind.
“S...so, you and your f...family owns and operates this farm?” she asked, fumbling over her words.
Nodding once, Mac grinned down at her. “Eeeyup.”
Stellar’s hand flew to her chest, as the stallion’s response drifted to her ears. Deep and sonorous, his voice was like an angel’s. Staring into his eyes, feeling as though she may lose herself, a small chuckle snapped her from her reverie. Turning slightly, seeing Sunburst waving for her, she knit her brow in consternation.
“Come on, Mom, we’re almost to the farmhouse,” the unicorn urged, motioning for her to follow.
Torn, looking between her son and the absolute beefcake of a bronco, Stellar was torn. The fatigue from her day had dissolved the moment she’d seen Big Mac, so that was no longer a concern. As the living titan slowly turned, giving her a small wave goodbye, a slight panic struck her. She’d just met him and she’d be damned if she was going to be content with such a brief encounter.
Raising her hand, catching the fleeing stud’s attention, she idly fanned the fabric at the top of her blouse. “Maybe Mac would give me a tour of the orchard?” she inquired. Though the proposition had been directed at Sunburst, her eyes never wavered from the earth pony.
Looking back at her, Mac’s mulled the question over for a second. As his gaze wandered down her neck and to her chest, his eyes widened slightly. Given their difference in size, standing a full head and shoulders over the mare, he had an exquisite view of the exposed top of her rack. Whether or not Stellar realized what she was doing, he couldn’t say; but every move of her hand gave him a titillating glimpse of her cleavage.
Nodding a second time, he held his hand out towards her. He had been working all day, so a small break couldn’t hurt - especially if it meant he’d get to stroll around with a fine piece of eye candy. Flicking his head to the side, sending a lock of his golden mane out of his eyes, he smiled.
“I...I’ll meet you b...back at the hotel, Son,” Stellar sputtered, feeling her heart skip a beat. She didn’t wait for Sunburst’s reply, as she stepped forward and rested her hand in Mac’s palm.
As the stallion lazily began plodding away, heading off the road and into the trees, she trailed along beside him - well, almost beside him. Intentionally letting him lead her by a step or two, she inspected his backside. Much like his front, Mac’s rear was damn near perfectly built. Even though the fabric of his top, she could make out thick slabs of muscle over his back; and his glutes - sweet Celestia - what she’d give to sink her fingers into those well toned buns!
Walking along, into the shaded groves of apple trees, Mac peeked back at his guest. Expecting to find her taking in the scenery or appreciating the landscape, he noticed something altogether more interesting. Her chartreuse gaze was, without a doubt, settled firmly on his rump. The realization sparked an idea, one which he had to test.
All of a sudden, the stallion come to a halt, leaving Stellar to wonder what was the matter. Releasing her hand, Mac took a few steps away from her and rested one arm against a particularly thick tree. As he was facing away from her, her curiosity piqued when she noticed some subtle movement from his front. Standing there, waiting to see what her host was up to, her eyes never wavered from his frame.
Mac smiled to himself, as he quietly unbuttoned his shirt. It was a particularly warm day, and he had been doing manual labor for the last few hours, so dressing down to cool off wouldn’t be out of place. Letting the fabric waft open, he silently turned back to face the mare. If she dismissed his simple bait, he would have lost nothing - but if she had an interest, well, that would make the afternoon a little more interesting.
Stellar’s jaw damn near hit the ground, as she got her first look at the stud’s bare chest. Like the bust of some ancient god, his pecs and abs seemed like they’d been hewn from granite. Glistening in sweat, framed by the gentle fluttering of his shirt, it was beyond beautiful - the sort of thing poets wrote sonnets about. The sight sent a shiver up her spine and caused her mind to wander.
Admiring the handsome stud, sinful imaginings and lustful thoughts danced through her head. She couldn’t help but wonder what lurked beneath his pants, or what joys his body could afford her. Responding to her sinful fantasies, her nipples went erect and her marehood grew moist. Maybe it was fate, or perhaps just her over-excitement, but her hand tugged slightly harder at her blouse and inadvertently undid the top button.
Watching her top fall open slightly, Mac’s loins stirred. It wasn’t every day that he was lucky enough to meet a mare as attractive as Stellar and the best part was that she was exactly his type. Stepping forward, he rested his hands on his hips and waited. He’d made the last move in the seductive game, so it was time to see what the unicorn chose to do.
Glancing at Mac’s loins, Stellar did a double-take. At his crotch, partially snaking down one thigh, was an exceedingly prominent bulge. There was no way he could be that hung, yet the imprint left little room for doubt. Swallowing hard, tearing her eyes away from his groin, she peered up at his face. If he wasn’t fully hard yet, maybe a little…
“Gosh, I wish I’d known it would be so hot today,” she purred, shifting ever so slightly. Billowing her blouse, ensuring Mac could gaze upon the top of her chest, she fiddled with the second button on the garment. “I swear, days like this are good for little more than sunbathing…”
Gripping the collar of his shirt, Mac removed the garment. He made sure to keep an eye on Stellar, just so he could catch her reaction. With wide eyes and mouth agape, she drank in the details of his bare torso. Tossing the garment to the side, he hooked his thumbs over the waistband of his pants and gave her an expectant look.
Openly staring at his pecs, imagining how they’d feel against her cheek, Stellar reached for the next button on her blouse. Not to be outdone, since Mac had practically put on a little strip show for her, she slowly undid her top. Lowering her arms, letting the article drift off her frame, she bashfully glanced up at the stallion.
Between the slight blush on Stellar’s face and getting a look on her nearly uncovered torso, a small snort of excitement escaped Mac. Looking her over, noticing how her modest brazier struggled to contain her rack, he gulped. If he had to guess, she was at least a solid D cup, if not an E, which dumped fuel on his growing interest in her. Lazily, almost reluctantly, she wheeled around and faced away from him.
“C...could you,” Stellar meekly muttered, pointing to the clasp on her back.
While she was perfectly capable of removing the bra, her timid request held a deadly purpose. In her years of courting stallions, as well as a few mares, she’d found that inviting another to help one undress served as an excellent appetizer to foreplay. As she looked away, feeling a single digit snake beneath the hooks of the undergarment, a sly grin split her features.
Despite knowing how to unclasp a bra, Mac found himself in a bit of a pickle. Scrunching his snout, trying his damnedest to be as gentle as possible, he pulled at the elastic fabric. Though he swore he’d only given it the slightest tug, the material tore and the metal catch snapped instantly, leaving the tensioned garment to spring free. Swallowing hard and taking a step back, his cheeks darkened.
With a heavy sigh, realizing what he’d done, Stellar turned around and leered up at him. “Well,” she grunted, hauling the ruined article up and over her head, “I hope you’re happy.”
Tapping one foot in mock frustration, doing her best to look upset, she crossed her arms under her freed bosoms. She couldn’t care less about the bra, truth be told, especially if it meant she’d be able to better woo the stud. Compelled to see just how far she could push him until he broke, she locked eyes with him. Reaching up, she brazenly pressed a finger to his chest.
“What do you intend to do about this?” Stellar sternly asked, squinting imposingly at him.
With one smooth motion, Mac delicately grabbed her wrist and guided her arm lower. Bringing her hand to his crotch, he bucked into her palm. The unspoken message was clear; though he’d be unable to mend her shredded bra, he offered her a different sort of compensation. With the flick of a finger, the mare unbuttoned his jeans, cementing his suspicion.
Licking her lips, forcing herself to stop, Stellar withdrew her hand. She’d have plenty of time to savor him, but first there was the final touch to her little tease. Unzipping the side of her skirt, she raised her arms above her head and pointed downward.
“Would you?” she cooed, shooting him a wink.
Kneeling before her, Mac acquiesced. Grabbing the thin garment, along with her panties, he drew the articles down her deliciously plump thighs. As the fabric glided over her hips and crotch, her succulent marehood was steadily revealed. Lusciously meaty and immaculately shaved, it was a thing of beauty. Staring at her moistened loins, utterly entranced by the sight, he felt something brush against his cheek.
“Now now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Stellar snickered, prompting him to stand.
As Mac got back to his feet, she fondled the growing bulge in his pants and kicked her skirt away. Squatting to her heels, unzipping his jeans as she descended, she brought her face to his crotch. As much as she would have liked to rip his clothes off, she took her time and savored the experience. Like unwrapping a Hearth’s Warming gift, she dragged his trousers down his sculpted legs.
While inch after glorious inch of his length was exposed, Stellar began to drool from both ends. A dark maroon, contrasting wonderfully against his coat, his shaft was as thick as her wrist. No sooner had the broad, fat tip of his cock cleared the top of his pants than his tool sprung free. Flying upward, standing proud, it swayed beside her face.
“O...oh wow,” she reverently whispered.
Glancing to his groin, spying the pair of weighty nuts hanging below his member, Stellar brought her snout to the base of his dick. Inhaling through her nostrils, her sinuses were flooded with the rich, heady musk of the virile stallion. Her marehood seized upon itself, angrily prompting her to submit to her baser urges. Tenderly fondling his balls with one hand, she reached for her nethers.
As Stellar dragged her tongue up his length, Mac sighed. There was something richly rewarding about watching a mare worship him, so he had no intention of stopping her. Well aged or not, she was certainly enthusiastic enough to pass for a randy school filly. Content to let her get her fill, relishing the oral attention, he rested one hand on her head.
Reaching the head of his stallionhood, Stellar’s lips parted. Leaning in, she slipped the first few inches into her eager muzzle. The salty, earthy flavors of his unwashed equipment washed over her taste buds. Knowing it was only a matter of time until she was stuffed with the monster in her maw, she warmed herself up. As she started bobbing her head, she massaged her sex.
Mac’s hips reflexively bucked, sending his length into her snout and to the back of her throat. It wasn’t like he’d intended on the abrupt act, but there were a number of factors at play. Firstly, he was fully aware that his size wasn’t the easiest thing for anypony to fellate, so it wasn’t uncommon for him to unintentionally cause his partners to refrain from sucking him off. Secondly, and more prudently, the blowjob was absolutely amazing.
Blushing slightly and rearing his waist back, Stellar’s hand flew to Mac’s hip. Unlike every other mare he’d ever bedded, she did not retreat. Holding him firmly, closing her eyes in concentration, she pressed her head forward. To his abject shock, his cock steadily disappeared into the snug confines of her esophagus. Hissing with pleasure, staving off the temptation to buck into her face, he dug his fingers into her hair.
Relaxing her throat and jaw, Stellar administered every ounce of skill she had. Retracting her head just enough to steal the occasional breath, she worked the sensitive underside of Mac’s shaft with her tongue. In her youth, when she was far less experienced, she never could have managed such a feat, yet the years had been kind to her. Digging two fingers into her snatch, she got herself off to swabbing her gullet with the stallion’s magnificent pillar of flesh.
Pulling Stellar to himself, watching her lips mop saliva off his tool, Mac’s resolve withered. Tightening his grip, he started thrusting into her snout - gently at first, but with increasing force. Closing his eyes, listening to the stifled groans and muted gags escaping the unicorn, his excitement mounted.
Releasing his nuts, Stellar tweaked and twisted her left teat. Being treated roughly by a young buck was a rare treat, so she let him have his fun. Sinking a third digit into her cunt, she shamelessly kneaded her g-spot. As badly as she would have liked to let him fuck her face until she blacked out, she had other plans. Patting his thigh, drawing his attention, she peered up at him.
Mac slowed and peeked downward. The look of abject desire in Stellar’s eyes spoke volumes, let alone the fact that that she’d been getting off to the treatment. Relenting, relaxing his grip, he allowed her to pull away. Though she hadn’t quite hilted him, she’d gotten further down his cock than any other mare ever had.
Rearing back, while she continued to play with herself, Stellar hummed contentedly. A single strand of saliva and pre-cum connected her pouting lips to the tip of Mac’s shaft, a testament to a job well done, though she was far from satisfied; opening her mouth, licking the goo from the head of his stallionhood, she gave his glans a kiss.
“Well then, Stud,” she began, easing herself back. Seating herself onto the soft grass below, she rolled onto her back. As her legs parted, revealing the hand at her crotch, she spread her entrance open with two fingers. “Do you need an invitation…?”
Stepping to her, Mac sunk to his knees and shuffled forward between her legs. Clutching the base of his stallionhood, he ground himself between the thick lips of her nethers. He wanted - no - needed to feel her around him. Bringing the tip of his length to her slickened entrance, a slight giggle caused him to look upward.
Fondling her breasts, milking and twisting her nipples, Stellar rested her heels on his hips. The look of unparalleled lust was downright sinful. Her heavily lidded eyes, her full lips, and the way she lightly pulled his waist closer. The older mare definitely knew what she wanted and he was more than happy to oblige her.
A lustful moan escaped Stellar, as the head of his dick ground into her. As worked up as she was, having had the forethought to play with herself, her marehood yielded little resistance. The deeper he delved, the more snug her entrance became; even with decades of servicing stallions under her belt, Mac’s cock was by far the largest she’d ever had the good fortune of coming across.
Her hand flew to her crotch, where she teased and tweaked her clit. She had little doubt that he could easily ram himself into her, but she wanted the experience to be as blissful as possible. Rubbing the delicate bud of flesh, as she persisted in pinching one teat, he continued to drive himself into her. Finally, just shy of his medial ring bumping against her entrance, he halted.
Giving the unicorn a moment to adjust, Mac breathed. Having entombed practically two-thirds of his shaft in her snug cunt, he restrained himself. It was only when he felt her tap a heel against his hip, signalling him to continue, did he proceed. Retracting a fraction of his length, he slammed himself back inside of her.
Like a titanic engine, Mac began thrusting. Slow and steady, he plunged incrementally deeper with every passing second. Locking her feet around his hips, feeling his glutes flex with each forward movement, she gazed at his nude form with profound appreciation. From his broad shoulders and chiseled chest, down his abs, and to his hips, his immaculate physique was downright godly. Sadly, her attention was jarred, when his member impacted her cervix.
Mac ground to an abrupt halt, when he bottomed out. Despite having had a glimmer of hope, that she could handle all his entirety, he’d been unable to fully sheath his stallionhood. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked away - that was, until something grabbed his wrist. Peering downward, noticing Stellar’s fingers wrapped around his arm, he peeked at her face.
“I didn’t say stop,” she half growled, raising her waist towards him.
Flexing her legs, Stellar forcefully pulled him deeper into herself. She could feel her insides contort and flex, accommodating the massive intrusion. Though it was immeasurably intense, it was exactly what she’d wished for. Savoring the abject feeling of fullness his stallionhood afforded, she spurred him to continue.
“Giddyup…” she murmured, flashing him a toothy smirk.
Unable to resist her siren’s call, Mac started humping. Unlike before, when he’d been taking his time, his burning desire lent a newfound strength and desperation to his movements. Pumping his hips, feeling his balls slap against her pillowy rump, he began to lose himself. Her hot, velvety interior was like a dream, embracing him with a taste of heaven itself. Plowing into her, his medial ring battered its way into her marehood.
“Sweet Celestia, YES!” Stellar squealed, constricting her canal around him.
Even as absolutely stuffed as her snatch was, she was able to squeeze his tool. Bucking upward to meet his thrusts, she synchronized her movements to his. Every vein along his shaft, from the root-like base to the ridged head, send indescribable bolts of pure, unfettered bliss through her; though something was amiss. As imposing and powerful as he was, he wasn’t giving it his all.
Seconds passed and she waited, hoping he would pull out all the stops, yet she sensed a slight reluctance. As decadent as his treatment was, she pined for more - and if that meant taking matters into her own hands, so be it. Removing her feet from Mac’s waist, resting them on the ground, she braced herself.
The only warning that something was awry came when Stellar grabbed his shoulders. In a blur of motion, with a speed and strength belying her size, Stellar violently kicked herself up and shoved Mack away. Toppling onto his back, with the mare firmly impaled on his stallionhood, he crashed to the ground.
Without skipping a beat, now straddling the hulking stud, Stellar gyrated her hips. She’d learned the trick in college, back at the Canterlot University, though she sparingly had the chance to use it. Pressing her hands to the earth on either side of Mac’s head, she pistoned herself on his throbbing cock. She was in control and she had every intention of ruining the stallion for any mare after her.
Caught woefully off guard by the carnal assault, Mac was at a loss for words. Peering down his chest, watching his shaft disappear and reappear into Stellar’s sopping marehood, it took him a moment to reciprocate her actions. Grabbing her waist, sinking his fingers into her soft flesh, he thrust into her. If she wanted his best - by Celestia - that’s what she was going to get.
Driving his hips upward, he wormed his head under her heaving bosoms. Blinded by her tit, it took him a moment of searching before his nose brushed against what he quested for. Wrapping his lips around her nipple, he sucked and nibbled upon the tender bud. A throaty groan from above was all the reward he needed to hear.
Closing her eyes, Stellar fixated on the divine sensations accosting her. The tinge of control, knowing she was conquering a beast nearly double her size and half her age, was the final touch. With the telltale signs of release welling within her, her thighs trembled. It was only a matter of time until she reached her limit, though she wondered if she’d outlast her mate.
Wincing, struggling to control himself, Mac’s body teetered on the edge. While he was no neophyte in the bedroom, having laid a number of mares before, the unicorn’s prowess, physique, and technique were beyond reproach. Despite his efforts to stave off the inevitable, the head of his stallionhood began to flare and his balls grew taut.
The momentary feeling of Mac’s pulsing shaft, stretching her depths fractionally, was but a prelude for what was to come. In the blink of an eye, the most wonderful heat and pressure burst into her, as the stallion reached his peak. Screaming out, pushed past the brink, the additional stimulation proved to much to bear. Braying to the heavens, Stellar came.
With Mac suckling on her teat, her marehood spasmed and erupted a heady mixture of her nectar and his spunk. Every muscle on her body, from tip of her toes to the top of her head, quivered with delight. The feeling of having her womb positively bathed in seed, claimed by her paramour, was beyond mortal comprehension. Her arms faltered, leaving her torso to collapse atop her lover.
Virtually smothered by the mare, yet clinging to her waist, Mac rode out his orgasm. Rope after scalding rope of his essence surged through his length, painting the mare’s interior with his load. Clenching around him, trapping the overwhelming bulk of his jizz in her snatch, Stellar loudly panted above him. What felt like an eternity passed, as their near-tandem climax subsided.
“H - Cough - holy shit,” Stellar wheezed, her lady-like demeanor breaking. She wasn’t sure she could move, let alone walk, so she hoped the stud muffin beneath her was ok. While she caught her breath and fought to recuperate, the colossus stirred.
Shifting slightly, wrapping one arm around Stellar’s back, Mac pushed himself up. As he stood, hauling the mare onto his shoulder, his softening tool slipped from her battered sex; the moment the bloated tip of his stallionhood slipped free from her confines, a deluge of cream and juices spewed from the woman’s entrance.
The viscous cocktail coated his groin and legs, leaving him to scrunch his snout. Though he realized they would likely need a shower after recovering, it had become a priority. Lumbering to the family barn, he carried the unicorn along.
Jostling on Mac’s shoulder, absolutely smitten and cum-drunk beyond all reasoning, Stellar felt absolutely giddy. What had started as a lackluster day of touring some small, relatively boring town had taken the most wondrous turn. Peering down at the stallion’s behind, she reached out and gave his flank a firm smack.
“Y...you want to come back to my room after we finish?” she croaked, causing his next step to falter.
Though she couldn’t see it, Mac grinned from ear to ear. Steadying himself, moving with renewed vigor, he stomped towards the large structure. “Eeeeeyup!”
