Saga of Nimiri

Big Macintosh was at a loss. Ever since he was old enough to buck apples his days had been filled with the day-to-day operations of Sweet Apple Acres. He didn’t make decisions, mind you, but as long as there were apples to buck, barns to fix or land to till he knew what tomorrow would bring. That is until the last few years when the decisions of his little sister, Applejack, really began to pay off and she was finally able to bring in some extra hoofpower and suddenly Mac found himself with something he had never had before: free time.

He stood overlooking the west orchard and watched the somewhat clumsy, but eager help doing his job. AJ had told Big Mac in no uncertain terms to take a week off after she had caught him trailing the hired hoofs and “helping out.” He wasn’t used to having nothing to do. He had no hobbies. Never dated and only had a few friends and most of them were really Applejack’s friends anyway. After a few more minutes his mounting frustration at not being allowed to work led him to his room. Basically it was just that, a room. It was at this moment he really wished there was some filly out there for him. He hadn't been this frustrated since Twilight Sparkle had come to Ponyville and suddenly Applejacks friends were a constant presence at Sweet Apple Acres. Mac didn't go out of his way to look, but a steady supply of attractive, tail-swishing fillies was enough to cause him some “frustration.” Hi lowest moment came when Granny Smith had caught him clopping off after a particularly sweaty visit from Rainbow Dash that had her and AJ running madly around the farm in some sort of test of athleticism. She didn't say anything to him, but did linger a few moments longer than necessary and muttered something about reminding her of his Grand-colt.

He wandered downstairs and watched his youngest sister, Applebloom, and her two friends doing something with paper mache. No doubt part of their endless pursuit of their cutie marks. He did have a problem. Even their tail swishing was bothering him. He left the little ones and followed Applejack’s voice to the kitchen. She was working with Pinkie Pie on some new recipe. The hyperactive pink filly grated Mac’s nerves most of the time and today was no exception. He did his best to ignore her. “AJ, I’m ah going away for a bit.”

Applejack didn't look up from the bubbling puddle of beige goo that might have otherwise become cupcakes if not for Pinkie’s short attention span. “Uh-huh. Be back in time for supper.”

“Nope,” he said with a brief shake of his head. “I’ll be gone for a spell longer, few days maybe.” He didn't wait for a response as the sudden, rapid expansion of goo would be keeping his sister busy for a while.

Back in his room, Mac thought about what to pack for the journey he had only decided to take a few minutes ago. After a few moments he realized he didn't own much beyond his yoke and simply left the house heading to the Everfree Forest. He hoped he would find what he was looking for at the home of the most unusual pony he knew: Zecora.

Zecora’s hut smelled funny. Not bad, just funny. She had plants and herbs he had never even heard of before. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, he had only really met the zebra a few times and spoken to her even less. Mac heard Zecora’s distinctive voice humming away in the large garden behind her hut. He gave a wide berth to the big blue flowers his sister had called poison joke. He had no urge to see what it would find funniest to do to him.

He found Zecora tending to some sort of large vine patch that he swore was moving. Her snout nuzzled through the dirt obviously looking for something. He honestly couldn't have cared less what she was after because his gaze was locked on the thick lips peeking out from under her raised tail. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she spoke without looking up.

“Brother Mac comes seeking me, but cannot take his eyes from what he sees.” She snorted away the dirt and turned her head to gaze back at him with a smile.

“Ee…. Ah… I’m sorry, Miss Zecora… I…” Big Mac wasn't much of a speaker normally, but now he was at a total loss for words and yet for all of his embarrassment he still couldn't look away.

“Do not apologize. I am flattered I so please your eyes.” She finally turned to face him and noted the disappointment in his eyes. “Brother Mac did not come to stare, but rather hoping his future to declare.”

“I ah don’t know where I belong anymore.” He said before he even knew he was going to speak. It was the first time he even realized exactly what was bothering him. He had a place at Sweet Apple Acres, but it didn't need him anymore. Not like it did before. Big Macintosh didn't know who he was supposed to be anymore and that fact scared him. Zecora smiled and stepped closer until she was nose to nose with the large red stallion. She was skinnier than most Phillies and her stripes were always somewhat hypnotic to Mac and he had never been this close to her. Again he was acting before thinking and tilted head to inhale deeply of her mane and to his surprise she smelled strongly of cinnamon.

Zecora averted her eyes. “I am not used to such attention. May I ask why such affection?” Mac only nibbled her neck and continued breathing in her scent. “Br… brother Mac… once begun there is no turning back.

“I know.” Macintosh had no idea why he had never before seen Zecora the way he was seeing her now. It wasn't just the long look he had taken of her feminine jewel. No. There was something new and now that he was free to think of what he wanted for a change, he knew he wanted this zebra.

“Brother Mac, I do not give my body lightly. I would have you keep me nightly. If you your stllionhood you bury deep, will you promise my heart to keep?”

Macintosh didn't need to think and offered the only answer that felt right: “Eeyup.” Now he knew what had been missing and now he knew why of all of Equestria he had chosen to come here. Somewhere along the line he had fallen for this striped, rhyming filly. And now was his chance to take her.

He moved behind her and realized she had begun to shiver as he pressed his muzzle into her tail which she flicked upward. He saw her lips quivering and every bit as beautiful as they had been minutes ago only now they were noticeably wet. He pressed his mouth to her lips and pressed his tongue inside. Almost immediately she began to wink and her clit slid back and forth under his tongue. Mac had never been with a mare before, but he was driven and needed to taste her. He drove his tongue in as deeply as he could, careful not to scrape anything with his teeth; the constant flicking of the engorged clit against his tongue was driving him mad. Zecora shuddered and Mac’s mouth was assaulted with a torrent of her warm juices. He pulled his head back quickly, afraid he had done something wrong.

Zecora simply giggled and swished her tail to the side giving Mac a view of her quivering, dripping wet pussy. Mac’s fear was beaten out by his instincts and he climbed on the much smaller Zebra. His front hooves never left the ground and he was able to simply step over her. His engorged cock pressed against her dripping vulva, and before either could consider their size difference, slipped inside. Mac shuddered at the amazing warmth and velvety softness that enveloped the tip of his cock. He pressed deeper into her vice grip until he met with resistance. He wasn't the only virgin here. Zecora dug her front hooves into the ground and nodded.

A quick flexing of muscle, tearing of flesh and neither would ever be virgins again. Mac stood over the shuddering zebra, licking gently at her neck. “I’m sorry it hurt. I never meant to hurt you.”

“There is no hurt, dear one. It was needed and now is done.” Mac pulled out, his flared tip tugging at her lips until finally popping free. He stepped back to again tenderly lick her winking opening tasting a faint trace of blood. “Such a gentle lover, but I can't help wonder: why choose me and not another? I do not wish to be a blunder.”

Mac positioned himself to enter her again, this time ever so slowly pushing his thick shaft into her and wishing he could see her lips stretched around his shaft. He nibbled her ear affectionately, wanting to express his feelings, but unable to find the words. When he felt his balls finally pressed against her he whispered “Close your eyes and feel our hearts beating.” He could feel her steady rhythm along his tightly squeezed shaft and he knew she could feel his heart beating in his chest which was pressed against her back. He felt a stream of her warm juices running down his shaft until it began to drop from his balls. They stayed like that, eyes closed, hearts pounding while Mac slowly slid in and out of his lover.

Mac felt himself building to release and for an instant their hearts seemed to stop as his seed erupted deep inside of Zecora. He felt Zecora shudder below him and the sensation of her orgasm pushed him over an edge he never knew existed and another wave of his seed filled her until it dripped freely from her warm folds and puddled below them. After a few moments he helped her lay down, being careful to keep buried inside of her. “I’m not much for words, but I love you Zecora. Suppose I have for some time now.”

Zecora nuzzled Mac’s chin affectionately. “I came to ponyville to seek my fate, but I did not know that meant a mate. I could not be more filled with joy to be so full of a lovely farmer boy.”

Mac chuckled and the movement sent a jolt along his still throbbing shaft. “Do you always have to rhyme when you talk?”

Zecora laughed and shook her head. “No, but it is fun.” She rubbed her belly slowly. “Her name will be Nimiri.”

Like much of this afternoon this didn't surprise Mac like it should have. “ Don't I get a say?”

“No.”

--The beginning.