“Come onnnnnn, Spitfire! Just one quick trip!” Soarin's whining was beginning to grow on Spitfire's nerve. The stallion had been begging her for days to accompany him on some errand of his.
“You still haven't told me exactly why I have to come along. Why can't you take Fleetfoot or one of the cadets?”
“Because they're no fun! Plus you need a day off, Spitfire. You've been cooped up in your office for the past week!”
“Fine. One quick trip. Where are we going again?”
“Ponyville. I want to find the mare who made that delicious pie at the Gala last year, and Ponyville has the biggest apple farm in the are. It's the best place to start.”
“Ugh. A farm isn't really my idea of a vacation, Soarin.”
“Then we'll stay the night! I hear there's plenty to do there.”
Spitfire mulled it over in her head. It had been a while since she'd had a real vacation, and a nice, small, quiet town sounded like the perfect place for a break. “Alright Soarin, you win. We'll stay the night.”
An hour later the two fliers were in the air, making their way to Ponyville. The flight was relatively calm and quiet, aside from Soarin's occasional comments about pie. Spitfire could only smile and shake her head. Sure he annoyed her from time to time, but he was still one of her closest friends.
“I see it!” Soarin started to descend towards a massive field of apple trees. Spitfire followed, and soon they landed in front of the farmhouse.
“Huh. Nice place, for a bunch of farmers.” Spitfire looked the house up and down. “So do you know who actually owns this place, or were you planning on just asking them to give you their records?”
“Yup! This is Sweet Apple Acres, owned by the Apple family!”
“...the Apple family? Seriously?”
“Yup!” Soarin's optimism was almost sickening. Spitfire's hoof went straight to her face. “An apple farm. Called Sweet Apple Acres. Owned and operated by the Apple family.”
“Soarin, after today I never want to see an apple again, understand?”
“Yes ma'am!” Soarin mock saluted before trotting up to the door. Spitfire slowly followed him, still looking around. It is a nice place, though. Really calm. Peaceful. As she stepped onto the porch, Soarin knocked on the door.
A few moments later, the door opened to reveal a massive red stallion. His orange-blonde mane fell loosely over his bright green eyes as he looked down at the two pegasi. “Afternoon, folks. Can Ah help ya?”
Soarin began talking with the stallion, but Spitfire had tuned him out. Her attention was on the huge farmpony in front of her. His beautiful, calm eyes. His cut, toned muscles. His cute southern drawl. Mother of the princesses, he's gorgeous. “Uh, excuse me miss? Would ya like ta come inside?”
Spitfire was shaken from her trance. “Oh! Yes, thank you.” The two pegasi followed the stallion inside to the family's living room.
“Just a sec, I'll fetch AJ for ya.” He left the room, and Spitfire leaned in towards Soarin.
“Soarin, what did he say his name was?”
“Macintosh. He's the main workpony here, and the eldest of the three Apple children. Applejack is the middle sister, and Apple Bloom is the youngest. Didn't you hear anything he said outside, Spitfire?”
“I, uh...I was distracted.” Spitfire looked down at the floor as a soft blush creeped over her face.
Before Soarin could respond, Macintosh returned a few minutes later, followed by his sister. As soon as he spotted her, Soarin cheered. “It's her! It's you! I knew coming here was a good idea!”
The orange farmpony was as confused as the others. “Uh...howdy?”
“Sorry! So sorry, you probably don't even remember me! But back at the Grand Galloping Gala, I bought an apple pie from you, and it was the absolute best pie I've ever had! I just had to come by and say thanks!” Soarin was panting as he finished gushing, and Applejack was smiling from ear to ear.
“Ya mean it? Well, shoot. Thanks, sugarcube! That means a lot, since ya'll were my only sale at the gala.”
“What? No way! Your food was awesome, how did nopony else buy any?”
Applejack shrugged. “Ah guess them fancy Canterlot ponies wouldn't know a good meal if it smacked 'em in the flank. Say, I think we've got a pie or two in the kitchen. Why don't ya come with me, sugarcube?” In an instant, Soarin was by her side as the two left.
Spitfire and Macintosh stood in silence as they watched Applejack and Soarin leave. Now's your chance. “So, Macintosh. What do you do for fun around here?”
“Not much. With all the work around the farm, ain't much time for fun.”
“You're preaching to the choir there. This is the first chance I've had in months to get away from my job.” Macintosh simply nodded.
Spitfire suddenly grinned. No time for fun? I wonder... “So, all work and no play hm? No special somepony then?”
“Ain't got time.”
“Ever just hook up?”
“Pardon?”
“You know. Go out, find a random mare, bring her home for the night. Relieve some of that stress.”
Now it was Macintosh's turn to grin. “Miss Spitfire, if Ah didn't know better, Ah'd think ya'll were suggestin' Ah take ya to bed.”
“No suggesting to it, big guy. All you have to do is lead the way. They'll be in there for an hour or two at least, with how much Soarin runs his mouth. Plenty of time.”
“And just what makes ya think Ah'm that easy, hm? Ah think ya'll should hafta work for it.”
“Simple - I'm not asking, I'm telling. Upstairs. Now.”
Macintosh chuckled and nodded. “This way, miss.” He started up the stairs, and Spitfire followed. “Show some respect. That's 'ma'am' to you.”
“Yes ma'am.” He opened the door to his modest room. “After you, ma'am.” Spitfire entered, and Macintosh followed before shutting and locking the door behind them. Before he could say a word, she pulled him to the bed and pushed him back onto it. She climbed on top and straddled his chest, looking down at him with a smirk.
“Now listen up. You're going to follow orders to the letter, understand? I don't want any backtalk.”
Macintosh gulped audibly. “Y-yes ma'am.”
“Good.” She slowly slid up his body until her wet sex was mere inches from the stallion's lips. “Start licking, Macintosh.” He leaned forward and started slowly licking at the dripping folds. Spitfire hissed in pleasure as she started gently rocking her hips. “Nnng...that's it...”
Macintosh closed his eyes as he continued his work. His tongue drove deep into the mare's soft slit, and he explored every inch of her tunnel he could reach. He inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet scent. She groaned lightly and kept grinding against his lips. “Y-you're good at this...”
Spitfire leaned back as he kept licking, and soon bumped against something. “Is that...no. No way.” She turned and saw Macintosh's member, standing at full attention, and her jaw dropped. His shaft was easily two feet, if not longer, and almost as thick as her forehoof. “Ma...Macintosh....You, uh...you can stop now, I've got something else for you to do...” Dear. Sweet. Celestia. He's massive.
“Hm? Something wrong, ma'am?”
“Oh no. Not at all.” She reached back and started slowly stroking the colossal shaft, eliciting a groan from the stallion. “Nothing wrong at all.” She turned and gave the tip a gentle lick before climbing off the bed. “Get up. Show me that you can use that tool of yours.”
Macintosh stood up as Spitfire bent over the bed, legs spread as she put her forehooves on the mattress. “Yes ma'am.” His large frame loomed over her body as he placed his hooves on either side of hers. His thick shaft began rubbing against her flank, and Spitfire bit her lip.
“G-go ahead, Macintosh.”
The stallion nodded as he started prodding her folds. “Stop me if it gets to be too much for ya.” He leaned down and nuzzled against her cheek before pushing forward.
Spitfire's world went white as the massive appendage started stretching her wide. “Ah! H-holy mother of L-luna!” He kept pushing as her cries became less and less coherent. As his shaft made it in halfway, her face was pressed against the bed, bedsheets clenched between her teeth as she groaned. It hurt, but it hurt so good she never wanted it to stop.
“Ngh...ya'llre tight...” Her burning tunnel clenched tightly around his shaft, and he couldn't stop himself from bucking hard a few times. Each time, Spitfire practically screamed in pleasure, until Macintosh's shaft was buried inside her body. The two laid still for a moment as Spitfire's body slowly adjusted to his massive size.
“O-okay, Macintosh. Fuck me.”
The stallion pulled out halfway before slamming in deep. Spitfire did scream this time, the pleasure more than she could handle. Again and again, Macintosh thrust deep into the orange mare, gradually picking up speed until he was hammering madly into her. His hefty sack slapped against her with each thrust, and her wings were spread out almost painfully.
Macintosh leaned down and wrapped his forehooves around her body as he started pumping as fast as he could. Spitfire saw stars with each thrust, and her legs started to give out. She couldn't move, she couldn't speak. All she could do was beg for more with each cry of lust and each moan of pleasure.
Soon she clenched up completely. Her body began to spasm as her orgasm washed over her. The sudden tightness pushed Macintosh over the edge as he slammed inside one last time. Hist thick member pulsed inside her as it shot rope after rope of his hot seed deep into her womb.
The two stayed like that for ten minutes before Macintosh began slowly pulling out. Once he exited, the two collapsed on the floor and leaned against the bed. He leaned against her and gently nuzzled against her cheek as she slowly began to catch her breath. “That...that was...oh wow...And you say you don't bring any mares home? They don't know what they're missing.”
Macintosh simply chuckled softly. “The shower's across the hall, if ya wanna get cleaned up.”
Spitfire smirked and slowly stood up as she wobbled towards the door. “Ever the gentlecolt, hm?” She left the room to get cleaned up as Macintosh slowly pulled himself up onto the bed.
Spitfire left the bathroom a short while later, looking the same as when she first arrived at the farmhouse. She slipped back downstairs as Macintosh went to clean himself up. As she went towards the kitchen, she could hear Soarin and Applejack still talking. She walked inside and tapped Soarin on the shoulder. “Soarin?”
“Yeah Spitfire, what is it?”
“Change of plans. I think I'm going to be taking the whole week off.”
“A week?!? But why? I thought you were busy?”
“You were right. I do need a vacation, and this place is perfect. Plus, like you said. There's plenty to do here.”
END
Author's Note
This is my first attempt at an actual story. Most of my writing up to this point has been simple roleplaying. Feel free to critique away, and be as brutal as possible. I honestly want to get better at writing, and need all the help I can get.