Chapter Nine

He was moving barrels of apples from outside of the barn, inside, sweating and breathing as if he had just finished a hard day’s work. Back and forth, he carried each barrel, carefully stacking them in little pyramids at the mouth of the barn door. I was watching him use his rippling muscles to lift the barrels, which undoubtedly weighed more than I did, onto his back and heave them inside. That could have been me he was so easily lifting into the air, overpowering me with his sheer might and bulk. Anything I would try to do would be absolutely useless, but it’s not like I would try to stop him, after all. I was about to be his mare.

I galloped down the hill I was watching him from as fast as I could. I couldn’t see Applejack or any of his other family, so I deemed it the time to make my move. All I had to do was step within a few feet of him and nature would take care of the rest. I would barely have to lift a tail just to get him to mount me. Before long, he was in range, mindlessly doing chores while unbeknownst to him, I was charging full speed, ready to give him the ride of his life. At this point, that sheathed member of his was the only thing within a mile that could possibly take care of this itch I had. And I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

My legs came to a halt once I came within 25 feet of him. He was busy lifting a barrel and hadn’t noticed me yet. I trotted over to the opening of the barn door and tapped on the wall, catching his attention.

“H-hello?” he said, looking around. Finally, he noticed me standing about ten feet away. I didn’t say anything to him. I knew exactly what I was going to do.

I whinnied loudly and stomped the ground. We were gonna do this old school.

“I-I… uh, can I help you, miss?” he asked, looking a little nervous as he did so.

I didn’t mind answering him at all, but instead simply saying my intentions, I trotted around him and whinnied. His face lit up an even brighter red than his coat color, much to my pleasure. I snorted much like a horse would, and nipped at his sides. Step one was complete. The eagle was out of its sheathe.

I walked right in front of him and turned away. I raised my flank in the air, lifted my tail off to the side, and for the first time, tried to wink on purpose. I stood there for a few seconds, wondering if he was going to take the bait. I was actually surprised that he hadn’t jumped my bones already, given that I was giving off a scent far more pungent than the most expensive aphrodisiac. I almost turned around to see what was going on when I felt the stallion throw his entire body weight on top of me, his erect cock slapping in between my legs as I whinnied louder. We were just two ponies, doing what nature intended us to do.

He nipped at my ears and for the first time, I moaned instead of made a horse noise. It was okay though, because he had taken over in that department, creating guttural equine grunts to fill the void. I assumed that the feelings I were receiving are what real ponies felt. He tugged on my mane and I knickered. I had started up his primal side, and I doubt anything could wake him up.

His legs scooted back, and he heaved himself up for a few moments, carefully pinpointing my sopping slit with his thick member. The second that he found my lips, he thrust in, making me cry out in pure bliss. His cock was thicker than any I had taken previously, and it amazed me to think that it had somehow slipped in the first time we had met. He had taken my virginity, and it was only fair that I let him finish the job.

Big Mac hilted inside of me, making me moan as his member grazed both my clit and my g-spot, all the while slamming into the entrance to my womb. If it were possible, he probably would have penetrated my uterus too, but I have no idea if that were possible. I guess I’d be the first to find out.

He humped away, thrusting into my cunt as I beared down as hard as I could. My clit was winking uncontrollably, savoring the feeling that it had begged me for for the past couple days. It had been satisfied by a few other substitutes, but this time was different. He wasn’t a mare with a strap-on, he wasn’t a guard incapable of bearing foals, he wasn’t a princess with a horn. He was just a fertile, large, real pony stallion who wanted nothing more than to pump me full of his seed.

I moaned into the dirt floor as I started to approach my climax. And from what I heard above me and felt inside my pussy, he was about to shoot his load as well. His thrusts were getting harder, and my pussy gripping his cock as hard as my internal muscles would allow. He was stretching every crevice and nook I had outward, making my love tunnel conform to his perfectly shaped stallion member. He was flaring over and over again; I could tell he was close. But so was I.

Any moment, my pain would be over. I would reach that peak and topple over to the other side where nothing but relaxation and peace waited for me. I screamed “Yes, yes, yes!” finally breaking my silence. He responded by thrusting harder into me.

My tunnel clamped down around his penetrating cock, making it difficult for him to move, but still, his resolve remained the same. He pumped harder and harder, sending me crashing into wave after wave of ecstasy. At this point, I was screaming along to the most pleasurable feeling I had ever experienced. My pussy was expelling pints of whitish, sticky liquid, rolling down my stallion and down my trembling legs. And for the first time in days, a warm numbness passed over my groin. My heat was taken care of for the time being. Big Mac did his job with flying colors.

“B-Big Mac…” I let out a few tired breaths. “You can get off now. I can take care of you.”

He kept humping.

Umm, he’s not doing what I think he’s doing, is he?

“Hey, b-buddy, you can q-quit it. You’ve d-done enough. Here, let me t-take you in the m-mouth…” Using my jello-like legs, I stepped forward with him still on top of me. Though, I didn’t get far before I yelped in agony; Big Mac had bit down on the skin of my neck to ensure I didn’t get away. He caught up with me and thrust back in, hilting before he continued to pump away. His cock was flaring. I didn’t have long.

I tried to buck him off, but all it did was make him bite harder and start humping harder. “Get off me! Don’t you dare cum inside!” I didn’t need him to, and for the first time in days, I didn’t want him to. I was a guy for christ’s sake! It was almost like a fog had been lifted, and I could see clearly into the area around me. And I did not like what I saw.

I was in heat and if I had learned anything talking to Tailwind, it was that mares were especially receptive in that time. Hell, I could have become pregnant just from his pre-cum. I moaned. It wasn’t helping that I was getting an insane amount of pleasure from it either, and I felt like I would orgasm again if he didn’t go before me.

“Big Mac… please… I could get pregnant… don’t…”

I felt him stop thrusting, and I sighed with relief. Thank god...he stopped. But then, I heard both the most terrifying and erotic thing I had ever conceived. He reared his head back and bellowed a deep horse whinny, filling my pussy with rope after rope of his stallion seed. I felt the underside of his cock deliver the seed from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, my pussy coaxing it out and deep within me. It was too much for me, and I squirted my own juices and a bit of his onto the ground below us. It went on for almost a minute, him refusing to get off me until he was absolutely sure his job as a stallion was complete. I huffed and cursed under my breath, praising him and yelling at him for what he had done. Without so much as a thank you, Big Mac dismounted me and backed up. I could hear him go back to moving barrels as I breathed heavily on the ground. I had treated him like a horse, and in return, he acted one. That was not an act of love, it was an act of pure instinct. I was stupid to think he would have it any other way.

Inside me, I felt his warm seed flowing around in my pussy, sloshing every which way I moved. It had gone pretty deep, and something tells me it went into my womb, too. I sat up, rubbing my neck and looking around. Big Mac was off doing his own thing, and I was left alone to do whatever I wanted. Quite frankly, his actions kind of scared me, but I thought that it may have been something I brought on myself. In their culture, I probably just gave myself to him and said, “Hey, do whatever the hell you feel like, no matter what I say five minutes from now…”

But still, everything felt so… clear. Like I said before, everything felt so refreshed and vibrant. I didn’t feel any more urges, and not once, in the past thirty seconds had I thought about taking a cock in my mouth. And believe me, that’s a damn record at this point. Besides the wet feeling between my legs, it was almost like I was me again.

The sky was turning a pleasant orange hue, and it suddenly occurred to me what time it was. From the looks of it, it was probably around the time I should be picking Pinkie Pie up...

“HEY!” I lifted my head to the sudden outburst. I looked at Big Mac, but he didn’t seem to have a clue where it came from either. Plus, the voice sounded a little bit younger than a pony our age. And definitely a boy’s voice, too. It almost sounded like…

“HEY! I’m so glad I found you!” A small, purple dragon, huffing wildly as if he had just run a marathon, came to a halt right in front of me. It took a moment for him to gain his composure, but once he did, he continued his train of thought.

“You’re the mare from the library a few days ago, right?”

I nodded. “My name’s Brian, by the way. Did I not say that before?”

He shook his head, but after that, he began to survey me as if he just figured something out. A smug look graced his face and he looked behind me, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I see what happened here… hehe. And I thought I was the one who was going to help you with your problem.”

Dude… you’re like five years old…

He took a step closer to my body which was laying on the ground. He took in a few deep sniffs. “You’re still in heat, I see. Why don’t you turn around and I can scratch that itch for you.”

I looked down to see the tip of his dragon member coming out of it’s sheath. “Uh, no, I’m fine! Just fine! See,” I pointed to my cunt as it leaked a stream of pony semen. “Already topped off thank you very much. Nope, I’m already full as can be.” I rubbed my stomach as if I had just eaten a five course meal. “I couldn’t possibly take any more cum.”

He lowered his head a bit. “Oh… I see. You’re just like Rarity, then.” If it were possible, I’m sure a tiny little black cloud would start forming over his head and rain on him all day long.

Ugh… screw my conscience.

“Hey, little guy,” I said, my maternal instinct taking over. “I’m sure she likes you just fine.”

He snapped at me. “No she doesn’t. She just uses me for free labor!”

Oh god… “That’s not true…” Yes it is. “She just hasn’t seen what a gentleman you are.” She’s actually very attentive, or at least from the show.

I stopped for a minute. Holy shit… I’ve never even seen Rarity in person. How the fuck did that end up happening? I mean, I’ve been in Ponyville for a total time of almost a week, and I have not heard one peep from Equestria’s finest fashionista. Before I had even come here, she had always been best pony, and now it was finally occurring to me that I had never even met her.

Huh… weird.

Anyway, I went back to consoling Spike. “You’re a great… dragon, baby, thing… Spike.”

He looked up at me. “You really think so?” he asked with a sniffle.

“I know so,” I said, booping him on the nose.

“So… does this mean… that me and you… have a chance?”

I bit my lip. What are the odds that he would remember this anyway? I mean, I may even have the chance to turn back into a stallion and devoid this whole romance with him. Yeah, Rarity would probably know a few good tips to keeping him at bay.

“S-sure,” I said, hiding my distaste. “Maybe when you’re older.”

His frown changed to a smile, and before I knew it he was back to his old smiley dragon self. Maybe a little bit too close on proximity to me, but hey, what’re you gonna do, right?

“Umm, anyway, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Oh yeah, almost forgot.” He face-clawed. “I don’t know if you’re still interested considering what just happened here… but Twilight said she figured a way to change you back!”

My face lit up. “Oh my god! Really?” He nodded. “YEAH! Finally! You don’t know what the hell this is like, man. It’s fucking crazy. It’s insane! It’s absolutely frustrating!” I realized I was practically prancing around him in a circle as I celebrated my return to manhood. Who knew it would be this glorious?

I stopped suddenly after remembering what I was doing before Spike interrupted. Crap, I have to go to the date first, though. Pinkie would never forgive me if I left her waiting a second time. “Hey, buddy, I need you to tell Twilight that I can’t make it tonight. I’ve got some plans that I can’t change.” I smiled at him, but he didn’t smile back.

“Dude, that’s the other thing I had to tell you. That’s why I ran here, too. You can’t wait any longer if you want to change back.”

My smile fell away as a gripping terror replaced its euphoria. “Say what now? Can’t change back? Why?” At this point I had pulled the little sucker in closer than what he probably considered comfortable. I know this because of his squirming.

“I don’t know! Twilight just told me to find you and bring you back as soon as I could. She said the changes might stay permanent if she doesn’t cast this spell.”

I threw him on the ground. “Shit!” What the hell was I supposed to do! If I went back to the library, I would miss my date with Pinkie, and she would never forgive me! But if I stayed with her, I might not be able to change back in a few hours…

I beat the ground with my hooves for letting this come to pass. If I had just been smarter the night before, I wouldn’t be stuck in a situation like this. God, all I had to do was think about something other than sex, but no, that couldn’t happen. It’s amazing how I can even get up in the morning without whacking off three times.

But complaining about the past never helped anyone. I just needed to calm down, take a few deep breathes, concentrate on a list of pros and cons for each side, and quickly, but concisely, pick an option best tailored to the situation at hand…

“Spike, what would you choose… your manhood, or the girl of your dreams?”

He looked at me with the most puzzling look I can imagine. His nose crinkled, and he legitimately put thought into it. “Well… that’s a tough one…”

“I know. That’s why I asked you.”

He scratched his chin with a claw. “Hmm. I know that I would do anything to have Rarity… but I don’t know if she would like me if I didn’t have my dongle.”

“Doesn’t matter, in this case, Rarity would love you either way.”

He ceased his thought and beamed at me. “You… you really think Rarity likes me enough to not care if I didn’t have a… you-know-what?”

I facehoofed. “No! I meant it hypothetically.”

“Hy-po-thet-ic-ry? What does that mean?” he asked.

I facehoofed. “Oh yeah, you’re like seven or something.”

“Hey! I’m nine years old, thank you very much!”

“Whatever.” I turned around to face the red farm pony that had been working ever since our little bout of fun. “What about you, Big Mac. Stallionhood vs. true love. Go.”

He didn’t even stop working when he gave an answer. “Eeyup.”

“Alright, well then… wait.” I furrowed my brow. “That didn’t answer my question. Yes to dick, no to dick. Which one.”

“Nope.”

“Okay, well then…” I facehoofed. “No to what? The dick or the girl?”

“Eeyup.”

…

“Fuck you, Big Mac,” I said, lifting my hoof up. He couldn’t see it, but I was giving him the finger. Hehe, poor sucker would never know either.

He stopped working. “No… fucked you.” I sat there, pretty much stunned as he just chuckled and went back to lifting barrels.

I’ll get you, Big Mac… I’ll get you.

“Hey, I don’t know if you heard me before, but we gotta go! You may be stuck like this if we don’t get to Twilight fast enough.” Spike stopped for a moment. “You do want to go back to normal, right?”

The truth is, I really did want to go back to the way things were, but it just wasn’t that simple. The last time I saw Pinkie, she was an absolute wreck and barely wanted to see me after what I had done to her. In a lot of ways, she reminded me of someone else I had known a long time ago. The sadness in her eyes, the loss of poof in her hair, and most of all, that lack of the prettiest thing about her: the smile. And she had every right to be angry; I was an idiot.

The decision I had to make was hard. Harder than anything I had ever had to decide before. I sighed, already feeling the regret begin to well within me. I made my decision and was going to stick with it.

“Hey, Spike,” I said.

He looked up from whatever he was doing. “Yeah?”

“I need a favor to ask you…”

Author's Note

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