Her face was covered in thick sweet cream from the most recent incident with her experimental cake cannon, it seemed like she’d gotten the mixture wrong… Again. This scene had been increasingly more common over the last few days and now it was beginning to get on her nerves; Pinkie Pie was not what the citizens of Ponyville would call a normal girl, but more recently she’d been getting stranger.

In truth the reason for her sudden over eccentricities were all traceable to one man; he was a quiet fellow who preferred to keep to himself, but last week he’d accidently let slip that he found the pink haired woman a little annoying. This was a slip of the tongue that would lead to many, many encounters in which she would obsessively try to make him like her, but no matter what she did the answer was always a disinterested “Nope”. Which led her to her latest plan; she wanted to make him like her by making a giant cake however she wasn’t tall enough to layer it with the cream topping: hence the cannon.

“Awww, not again…” Pinkie sighed as she cleaned the cream off her face, making sure to lick her fingers afterward so as not to waste good cream; it was a motto that afforded her an ample bosom and a curvy, slightly plump figure. Of course she didn’t mind being jiggly, she burned off the calories fairly quickly and it wasn’t like she had a boyfriend to impress. As soon as she’d finished cleaning up her mess she headed to the shower.

“How can I get Maccy to like me?” she thought aloud as the water caressed her naked body. She liked the way the water tickled her sensitive nipples; the way it felt as it rolled down her back and down her legs made her giggle, but still this was only a small moment of happiness before her thoughts returned to the broad, blonde and quiet farmer.

As she rubbed the water over her face it hit her. “I GOT IT!!” she yelled causing the sleeping babies in the next room to wake and start crying. “Ohhhh… this is the bestest mostest amazing idea of ideas if there was ever an idea!!” she continued as she ran naked from the still running shower to get the plan ready; of course she didn’t think about the fact that she was naked or she wouldn’t have taken the route that passed through the front of the shop and through a crowd of gawking male customers as well as a wide eyed MR. Cake: the shop’s owner.

“This’ll make him like me!”
***

Big Mac was a simple man, he liked his silent time away from the other townsfolk, but recently that silent time was had been destroyed by a certain pink haired woman with so much energy that she bordered on ADHD. It started a week ago with an off the cuff comment about her hyperactivity and has since spiralled out of control, so much so that her last attempt to make friends reduced his newly raised barn to a pile of wood and nails; of course this only served to reinforce his contempt with the pink haired woman.

Today was one of those rare days where he had no chores and so he used this respite to take a wander through the town’s market; it wasn’t busy which was a nice surprise, it meant that he might get the quiet time he wanted so badly. He was wrong…

As soon as he’d finished gathering the last of his luxury foods, almost as if summoned by his happiness; SHE appeared.

‘What now?’ He thought as she approached.

Her eyes were fixated on his as she skipped towards him, each hop causing her chest to bounce and her butt to wiggle; she might have been cute if she knew how to close her mouth for more than a second, but sadly that wasn’t the case.

“Hey Maccy what’cha doin’?” Pinkie asked cheerfully.

‘Ah should just tell her ta go away’ he thought, but before he could vocalise his thoughts he found himself mere inches away from Pinkie’s smiling face as her eyes stared into his. She was so close he could smell the cake frosting that she’d handled minutes before leaving Sugar Cube Corner; it was an intoxicating sweetness that almost made Big Mac forget how annoying she was.

“Maccy will you come with me to Sugar Cube Corner? Pretty, pretty pleasssse with a big juicy cherry on top. I promise I wont say a word… except for this one. Or this one. Or this one.” This went on for a few seconds before Big Mac hushed her with a finger pressed against her lips, she stared at him with fluttering eye lashes and a large smile that stretched across her face.

The smell of frosting and the sudden cute smile topped with the fact that for once she was quiet finally broke his will and he reluctantly agreed to give her another chance. “Eeyup.”
***

The confectioner’s was deserted and the smell of sweets still lingered in the air as Pinkie led Mac to her bedroom.

“Surprise!!” She yelled as she flicked on the lights to reveal a room filled with hand made cakes and sweets that she’d personally prepared for the farm boy.

“What…” for the first time Pinkie heard the large man speak something other than ‘Eeyup’ or ’Nnope’; it was strange to hear his voice, but at the same time it made her happy to know that she’d found the way past his silence.

“Ms Pinkie what is all this?” he asked.

“It’s a private party just for you!! Are you surprised are ya? Are ya? Are ya?” she asked as she bounced around the room, but her celebration was cut short when she slipped on some errant cream she’d spilled when she moved the confectionary causing her to fall and land face first in the icing of one of the many cakes.
“Owwie!” she moaned as she tried to get up.

Seeing the hyper girl’s face covered in icing made something inside Mac snap; she looked cute and embarrassed; it was the first time he’d ever seen her in this light and he quickly found himself drawing closer to her. She smelled sweet and delicious; in that moment she was irresistible to him. Before she could wipe the icing from her eyes she felt something caress her cheek; again she felt something wet and slightly rough cross her cheek until it reached her neck.

“Maccy? Wh… what are you doing?” she asked between giggles as his tongue licked her sugar covered neck.

“Shh… Ms Pinkie, Ah wanna enjoy this in silence.” Big Mac whispered as he brought his tongue closer to her rosy lips.

“It’s just Pink…” she was cut off as the large farm boy smothered her lips with his. ‘Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh!! Ohmygosh!!! Big Mac is KISSING ME!?’ she thought as his tongue forced it’s way past her soft lips and into her mouth; now for the first time in her life Pinkie was actually speechless.

“Ms Pinkie just relax…” he said as he gently pushed her to the floor and licked down her neck to her shoulders that were now exposed by her disturbed shirt.

“MMM… Hahhh… Maccy…” she gasped and shuddered as she felt her shirt being opened by Big Mac’s large, but surprisingly gentle fingers.

Finally, she felt her shirt come open followed by her bra; her breasts were like soft creamy mountains that rose and fell with each breath. It was cute to see her blush as Mac ran his hand over her body; suddenly, he stopped and turned to take one of the many cakes that cluttered the room. He took the strawberry from the top and ran it down the surprisingly quiet Pinkie’s bare chest leaving a trail of cream as he did; finally he placed the strawberry in her navel and traced his fingers back up to her nipples. Again he took the cake and dipped his finger into the cream on top; using his cream covered fingers he circled her nipples causing Pinkie to moan as the cold cream made her nipples hard.

“Maccy?... What’s… what’s gotten… intooooo…” she squealed as Big Mac began sucking on her breasts, but no matter how much she wanted to wipe away the icing to see what he was doing next, she resisted; instead her hands snuck under her skirt to stroke the ever growing wet patch in the crotch of her panties.

Big Mac ran his tongue down the line of cream that led from her neck to her belly button as Pinkie grew more excited until her juices began flowing through her favourite pink panties until they formed a pool between her legs.
“Oooohhh…Mmmm…” She moaned and bit her lips to quiet herself as her fingers were accompanied by the large calloused digits of her lover.

Pinkie wanted so badly to scream, but she feared that any loud sounds would cause him to stop and there was no way she wanted that. Finally she felt his fingers probe her soaking pussy and push their way past her soft lips to stroke the slippery walls inside. The gentle strokes of Mac’s fingers made her squeak and she hastily covered her mouth in panic, but to her surprise he didn’t stop; in fact it seemed to spur him on.
He continued to finger her feverishly as he licked the cream off her stomach, but before she could cum he stopped and resumed his food play leaving the unsatisfied Pinkie to whimper in frustration.

She was at her limit; she wanted to cry out for him to finish her off, but she stopped herself. It was his party after all and if this is what made him smile then that’s what he’d get; of course her body had other plans and she began moaning harder until she could take no more.
“Do… you…haaahhhh… like…. Me… aah… now?” she asked as all her moans erupted from where she’d kept them suppressed.

She got her answer as Mac wiped her face to show her his erect cock hovering above her face. Her eyes were wide at the size of it; she’d never been with anyone before him and his overbearing size scared her a little, but she did her best to lick it and even managed to fit some in her mouth before she started to choke. Her tongue wrapped around the member leaving winding strings of saliva dripping from it each time he withdrew from her warm, moist mouth.
Suddenly, it twitched and she tried to pull away in shock, but he held her head in place making her take a few more inches down her gagging throat.

He moaned as he exploded violently into her mouth causing her to choke as the thick, sticky fluid poured down her throat; she tried to swallow it but there was far too much and she ended up coughing some out as he withdrew. To her surprise and horror he was still hard and there was only one place he wanted to go next.

“Maccy… nooooo!” she cried out as the tip of his cock pushed into her tight wet hole; Big Mac stopped as soon as he felt a strange resistance.

‘She can’t be…’ he thought as he probed once more and watched the cute pink haired girl wince in pain. “Ms Pinkie… are you…”

His question was greeted with a small nod and red cheeks as Pinkie bit her finger to muffle her pained moans. Seeing her so helpless and sweet made him want her all the more; he pushed deeper into the soaked slit until he felt her hymen rip and the resistance disappear.

“Owwwie…” Pinkie gasped as Big Mac’s manhood began slowly thrusting into her warm pussy.

Big Mac’s thrusts hurt at first, but after several moments the slow, powerful thrusts began to wrack her body with pleasure; the pink haired party girl shuddered as the large throbbing manhood stretched her pussy and brought her closer and closer to cumming. Mac increased his speed and ran his hands across her quivering naked form until he reached her icing covered cheeks; he lifted her head and began licking her cheeks to taste the sweet nectar formed from her sweat, tears and the sugar. Pinkie couldn’t stop herself from wrapping her arms and legs around her lover’s hulking form; she could feel every inch of Big Mac thrusting into her over and over until, finally, she came fiercely in a silent scream as her hands curled into claws and dug into his muscular back.

The pink haired woman fell limp in his clutches, but he didn’t stop. Mac continued to pound into the still twitching Pinkie until she came again, this time however she wasn’t alone; Big Mac’s penis throbbed and finally exploded in an overflowing wave of sticky white fluid that leaked from Pinkie’s soaking, hot pussy and formed a puddle on the floor beneath her.

“Haaahhh… haaah…. M… Maccy…” She gasped as he laid her on the floor. “Do… you like… me now….?”

“Ms Pinkie… Ah…” He was cut off as she lifted her head and silenced him with a kiss.

“Can… we… haah… do… it again..?” she asked as she broke the kiss; before he could answer she fell asleep, it seemed like he was too rough on her for her first time. With Pinkie’s sweet sleeping smile fresh in his mind Big Mac set about eating the cakes that she’d worked so hard on for him.

“Ah guess she aint so bad…” He thought aloud as he took a bite of the cake.
***

The next day Big Mac was back to ploughing the fields as if nothing happened, but in the bakery across town the pink haired woman was daydreaming about the ploughing she’d received the day before. At first she was surprised and scared, but the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to feel the farmer’s hard body again; it was like having a bite of the world’s greatest cake then never being allowed more.

“Ooh…” she sighed as her hand made its way down her body and into her underwear. Her bedroom door creaked and she hastily withdrew her now slightly wet fingers, hiding her hands behind her back out of panic she turned to face the rather unwanted guest.

“Pinkie dear…” A female voice began as Cupcake: the wife of Mr Cake entered Pinkie’s bedroom. “I’m sorry am I interrupting you?” she inquired as she noticed Pinkie’s red cheeks.

“N…No Mrs Cake, what’s up?” Pinkie smiled as she tried to wipe her hands on the back of her skirt.

“Well, I need you to run an errand for me. You see the extractor fan in the kitchen is broken again and we need you to get Mr Macintosh to come fix it while we’re catering for a wedding…” She began.

Pinkie interrupted the middle aged woman nervously. “W…why Big Mac? Can’t you get those repair guys in?” she wasn’t sure how to approach the farmer after the events of yesterday; she felt both nervous and excited.

“Repair men are expensive and since we already do a lot of business with the Apple family, Mr Macintosh does jobs like this for our day old pastries; although why he doesn’t want money I’ll never know.” Cupcake said whilst stroking her bottom lip in contemplation. “So will you do it?”

Pinkie’s heart raced and she felt the mix of nervousness and excitement that she called nervocited once more. “Of course, I will it’s the least I can do for you, especially after you let me lodge here so cheaply.”

As soon as Mrs Cake left the room Pinkie fell against her door and slowly slid her hands down her body to her hot, soaking loins. She traced her fingers over the wet gusset of her panties, gently stroking her clitoris with each movement; she took a deep shuddering breath as she ventured past the cotton barrier and into the slippery warm hole.

“Ohhhh Maccy!!!” Pinkie’s fingers moved furiously with each gasp until she cried out and brought herself to climax.

“Haaaah… I wonder if he’ll do it today…?” she said as she looked at her sticky fingers.
***

Big Mac stood in the field as the sun rose high over head; he stopped pulling the plough he’d been using since dawn and let the yolk fall from his back, allowing it to hit the floor with an audible thud.
“Phew” he sighed and wiped the sweat from his brow; he’d been working all morning and was glad of the break, but just as he opened his tuckerbag for lunch he heard the unmistakable hyperactive singing of a certain pink haired woman and he sighed knowing his quiet time was yet again doomed.

Strangely though Big Mac wasn’t angry or annoyed, no, he was excited. He hadn’t stopped thinking about the pink haired woman since he lost control yesterday and since the cops weren’t at his door he guessed that she wasn’t too unhappy about it either; he turned to face Pinkie as she approached and he could barely keep his mind off her body as it bounced closer, he had to admit she was very cute.

“Hey Maccy, whatcha doin? I was sent here by Mrs Cake to ask you to fix the kitchen extractor fan, it got broke and she was gonna do it but she was busy so she sent me and because we had such fun yesterday I was happy to say yes, although I am still a little sore… ” Her rambling went on for about three more minutes before she took a breath and looked at Big Mac who was still trying to decipher her gibberish.

“Ya say tha Cakes want me ta fix their kitchen fan?” He asked as he reopened his lunch; his eyes drifted up the young woman’s body before he smiled at her and motioned for her to join him while he ate.

“Maccy, you never answered me yesterday…” Pinkie said with a slightly red face as she looked at the floor.

Big Mac said nothing and continued eating the home made apple fritters as Pinkie inched closer to him; soon her body was pressed against his, resting her head on his shoulder she said it again. “Maccy do you like me?” she felt her heart race as the words left her lips and she placed a few errant strokes along his thigh.

Big Mac wasn’t dumb, he’d been with a few women before and he knew what Pinkie wanted; it was obvious. Again he felt her fingers brush against his leg and he glanced at her from the corner of his eye; she was gently biting her bottom lip and sneaking brief glances at the ever growing bulge in his jeans, finally he spotted her other hand slowly venturing beneath her skirt. Still the farmer remained silent, until the slight brushes drifted up towards his zipper.

“Do you like me Maccy? I mean because we did ‘that’ and all and I like you but you never say anything but Eeyup or Nnope and I really want you to like me because I want everybody to like me…” Pinkie said not even stopping for breath.

All this time Pinkie kept talking nonchalantly about nothing and everything, almost as if she was trying to pretend she wasn’t doing anything; finally Big Mac couldn’t hold it any longer, he grabbed her slender wrist and pulled her onto his lap. She didn’t stop talking even as he positioned her on his lap and began kissing her neck; she could feel his swollen member prodding at her pussy through the denim causing her love juices to soak through to his crotch. He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but he didn’t want to do it in the field where everyone could see; after all he was a man of privacy.

“M…Maccy? What are you doing?!” Pinkie panicked as Big Mac swept her up into his arms like a princess.
***

Within minutes he had the blushing Pinkie sat on his kitchen counter, her legs were spread and her juices were forming a puddle on the worktop.

“Won’t your family catch us?! Oh no what if Apple Bloom walks in and sees us or…” he cut her off with a deep kiss, his tongue was aggressive and tangled around hers forcefully causing her to moan as she felt every rough lick. Finally, he broke his forceful kiss leaving a slight string of saliva as his lips left hers. “Nnope” Mac said and began kissing her neck.

Pinkie ran her hands along his body feeling his chiselled physique as she tugged desperately against his buttons to free his bare flesh; very soon he was topless, his muscular form towering over her as he tore away her top and jacket letting her soft bouncy breasts fall free. He pushed her on her back and played with both of her plump, marshmallow like breasts before taking her nipples in his hungry mouth; her soft skin tasted sweet, almost as if she’d prepared her body just for him to enjoy. He wrapped his tongue around Pinkie’s hardening nipples before lightly nibbling on their sensitive tips causing Pinkie to gasp deeply and cover her mouth; Mac smiled and slowly ran his fingers down her bare stomach and then between her legs.

“MMM… AH!!” Pinkie squealed as she felt his large fingers probing her sensitive slit; his index finger slid up and down the wet lips before stopping to play with her clitoris causing Pinkie to dig her fingers into the farmer’s muscular back. Within seconds Big Mac had taken the pink haired woman’s underwear and slipped them down her silky thighs leaving her soaked pussy on display, Pinkie blushed a deep red and tried to hide behind her hands as her large lover kissed his way down the inside of her thighs until he reached her warm dripping slit.

“Miss Pinkie… could you…” he gasped between each lick.

“Ahh…Maccy?....” her whole body shuddered as he sucked on her sensitive clitoris.

Without any more words Big Mac rolled her onto her stomach so that she was bent over the kitchen worktop. “Ooooh…” she cooed as he gently ran his fingers down her back, suddenly he stopped and she heard the fridge open. Before she could react she felt the cold sensation of cream running down her back and she gasped loudly.

“Maccy what are yoooou?” Pinkie squealed as the farmer’s rough tongue trailed down her back, the constant teasing was too much for the pink haired woman and she began rubbing her already soaked pussy furiously in an attempt to bring herself to climax; but to her frustration Big Mac quickly stole away her hands letting her whimper as he ravished her sensitive flesh.

“Miss Pinkie….” Mac began as he gently slid his hands up her inner thighs, stopping just short of her dripping pussy; he could feel her juices running over his fingers and down her smooth legs. “Tell me what’cha want…” he teased as he brought his hand closer and closer to her sweet spot.

“M..Maccy… please….” She gasped, her voice growing ever more desperate.

“Ah can’t hear ya…” he smiled and leant over her like a stallion about to mount a mare; he could hear her shuddering breathes as she tried to find any words to answer her almost sadistic lover.

“Don’t… make…m…meee…”she cried as tears of frustration formed in the corners of her eyes.

Mac released his throbbing penis from its denim prison and rubbed the tip in her soaked slit, only allowing it to enter the tiniest amount. “Ah wont know if ya don’t tell me…” he teased her again; despite the sadistic teasing he too was struggling to hold himself back and he was desperately trying to make her invite his manhood inside her.

“Give… give it to.. me…. I …want…. Want it!!” Pinkie gasped desperately, letting herself give in to her desire.

Although it wasn’t what he expected, it was good enough for Big Mac and he thrust into the pink haired woman who gave a surprised squeal as its girth stretched her tight little slit. After a few light thrusts Big Mac sped up and gave her a few inches more until she was taking his full length each time.

“Oooh!... wowie!!” Pinkie cooed as she gripped the kitchen work surface, her body shuddered over and over with pleasure as Big Mac thrust deeper and deeper into her soaking pussy; to her surprise her hips began to grind against his body all on their own, it was almost as if her body was possessed as she lost all control and gave in to the pleasure of her own lust.
“Yesss!” she screamed as he pulled her bouncy hair to thrust as deeply as he could. “Plough me… like… a... field!!”

“Miss… hahh… Pinkie… please…” Big Mac began, gasping with every movement of her hips against his twitching erection; he knew he was close to climax, but he didn’t want to pull out, her body just felt too good.
“Unnn…Uhhh!!” he grunted as the first spurt of his thick load flooded Pinkie’s womb and made her bite her bottom lip till it almost bled.

“I guesss… I’m… ummm… creamy pie… now… ahhh …” Pinkie giggled as Big Mac’s cock twitched inside her and swelled up for the next load.

“Macccccccyyy!!!!” the party girl squealed as she felt his warm cum fill her to the point that it overflowed and spilled out onto the floor. Despite the fact that he’d just cum Big Mac didn’t stop or even slow down for that matter and soon Pinkie came to an explosive, shuddering climax.

“Haah…haaaah…Maccy?” Pinkie gasped as she lay limply over the work surface letting the thick white fluid drip onto the floor. “What… what …. What if… I get… hahhhh…Pregnant…” she sighed between breaths.

Before Big Mac could answer he heard the front door creak open. “Miss Pinkie hide…” he said as he pushed her into the pantry along with as many of her clothes as he could find.

“Granny? Mac? Apple Bloom? Anyone in?” Applejack yelled as she entered the porch and took off her mud caked boots.

Big Mac looked around at the mess he and Pinkie had made in their lust; there was no way he could tell his sister that he was sleeping with one of her friends and there was definitely no way he could explain the various bodily fluids that now covered the kitchen work top and floor. He had to act fast; he began cleaning the obvious stuff, but he wasn’t fast enough and his younger sister had almost reached the kitchen as he managed to get his shirt back on. As her steps drew closer he felt himself hastily fumbling with his zipper; just then her steps stopped and began ascending the staircase. He heaved a sigh of relief; luckily Applejack had decided to go for a nap and completely ignored the kitchen where Mac was still frantically cleaning up.

After several minutes Pinkie emerged from the pantry fully clothed but still a flustered, blushing mess. “Maccy… erm… my panties?” she said as she approached the large man.

Mac blushed up slightly as he realised that he was standing on her soaked underwear. “Ah’m sorry Miss Pinkie…” he smiled awkwardly as he handed them to her and returned to cleaning.

The two spent the next hour or so cleaning up the mess they’d made until the kitchen was finally spotless and sterilised as if they were never there in the first place; as soon as they finished Big Mac led the party girl out of the back door of the house and into the fields.
***

‘He still hasn’t said it!’ Pinkie thought as she snorted in frustration. She and Mac had been sneaking around and setting up secret trysts for weeks now, but no matter how much time they spent together Big Mac remained silent on the matter. She knew he liked spending time with her and she liked being with him, he was romantic, caring and he always made her smile.

‘Why doesn’t he say it?’ She wondered as she waited for his next text message.

Just then she heard a knock on her bedroom window. She looked out into the darkness to find Big Mac stood in the back yard; he looked up and raised his hand to call her down. within minutes she’d ran down the stairs and made her way out the back door; as she drew close to her large lover she felt his arms pull her closer and hold her tight.

“So where are we going Maccy?” She whispered as they slipped away into the night.

***

After the events in the kitchen a few weeks ago they’d become a lot more careful about where they indulged their passions, but even so they’d almost been caught a number of times; the most recent of which was a few nights ago when Apple Bloom and her friends were playing in the barn. Big Mac was just about to cum when the Cutie Mark Crusaders burst in and the two had to hurriedly hide in the large piles of hay until the girls left; they were so embarrassed that they’d avoided seeing each other until now.

“Shhh…Miss Pinkie…” Big Mac whispered as he helped her up the trellis and into his open bedroom window. It seemed the only place where they could get privacy was the only place that no one else in town had ever been: Big Mac’s bedroom.

The room was simply decorated with cream coloured walls and almost no furnishings; it was exactly like the farmer himself. Pinkie sat on his king size bed and giggled as she felt Big Mac’s hands slowly wrap around her from behind; his arms were warm and gentle as they pulled her close to his chest.

“Maccy…” Pinkie whispered under her breath.
“How do you feel about… us?” she asked, blushing from the intimacy.

Big Mac remained silent for several moments and Pinkie started to feel uncomfortable, she found her hands searching for his in an attempt to ease her discomfort. After the long silence she felt his heart beating in his chest before he whispered in her ear.

“Miss Pinkie… ”

“Maccy…?” she felt her grip tighten as she turned to look him in the eye.

Her beautiful eyes shone as she looked hopefully into his which only made it harder for him. He was a shy man at the best of times, but the way Pinkie’s eyes stared into his made him choke up like a child with stage fright.

“Ah dunno how ta say this… but when Ah’m with you…”

“Yes?”

“…Ah feel like a little boy again…and Ah think…”

Pinkie’s breath caught in her chest as the next words escaped his lips. “Ah think Ah’m in love with you…”

Without allowing him a second to react Pinkie leapt up and wrapped her arms around him, her lips locked with his and they fell back onto his bed. She planted several soft kisses on his lips and swiftly began unbuttoning his favourite shirt (he mentioned that it was his favourite because it was the one he was wearing when they first kissed).

Big Mac ran his hands over Pinkie’s curvy hips and down to her plump behind; his hand slipped up her skirt, but to his surprise she wasn’t wearing anything beneath her skirt. She blushed deeper as he stroked her sweet spot and she let out a suppressed whimper.

“Maccy… hahhh… that’s… that’s not….mmmm… fair…..” Pinkie tried desperately to keep her whining down, but Big Mac kept teasing her causing her to moan louder.

Finally, his desires proved too strong to suppress any longer and he freed his throbbing hard penis from his trousers; as Pinkie straddled his lap she felt his cock prodding at her soaked slit and she giggled.
She’d wanted to try something new with him for a while now, but she never found the right moment to ask him; this seemed as good a time as any.

“Maccy… ahhh… can we… try…” she gasped as she stroked his cock.

“M…Miss Pinkie?”

As his fingers pinched her clitoris she trembled and finally blurted it out. “Can we put it up my butt?!” she covered her mouth immediately as soon as she’d said it and blushed a shade of red she didn’t know existed.

At first he was surprised, but she was so cute that he couldn’t help smiling.
“Are you sure Miss Pinkie?” he asked sitting up with her still sat on his lap.

“Uh huh…” she nodded, trying to hide her red face. “Its something I heard about from Rainbow and I really, reaaaally wanted to try it…. So… what do you say Maccy?”

Big Mac wasn’t sure what to do; the only other girls he’d ever been with weren’t adventurous in any way so he’d never considered anal and now, here sat in front of him was a beautiful girl willing to try anything he could imagine. With that thought he drew closer and pushed her down, kissing her as he did.

As soon as her head hit the pillow she felt his hand probing at her pooper, first a finger tip then the whole finger.
“Owww… stopstopstop… it…it hurts…” she begged.

“Ah’m sorry Ah’ll stop….” He said as he withdrew his finger.

“No… just gentle… ok?”

It seemed that she still wanted to go through with it even though it hurt so he gently approached again; he decided the best thing to do was to lubricate the hole first. After licking her for a few minutes it looked like she was ready.

She bit into his pillow as he slowly penetrated her; she moaned with each inch until, finally, he was all the way inside.

“Ohhhh…” she sighed as he began thrusting in long slow strokes.

She was so tight it felt like he was being squeezed, but it was in a good way. No, it was better than good; she was so warm and tight, that he thought he was going to cum right there.

“Ahhh… Ahhh…” she moaned as he rubbed her pussy and thrust into her. “Ohhh! Mmmmmmmmm!!! Macccy!!” her screams grew louder as she shuddered with pleasure.

Soon Big Mac was thrusting harder and faster to bring himself to climax. “Eeeeyup!” he yelled as he rolled her onto her belly and pulled her further onto his cock so that he could get deeper.
***
Of course all their yelling didn’t go unheard and soon a knock came at his door, but in their passion the lovers didn’t hear it.

“Big Macintosh what’re yall doin’ up here! Ah can hear ya all the way in the kitchen!!” After a few knocks the door burst open and Applejack stood in the doorway, her face a flustered crimson as she saw what was making all the noise. “OhMahCelestia!! Pinkie! Mac! What the hay are ya doin!!!”

“Oh… uh hi AJ…” Pinkie smiled in embarrassment as Big Mac thrust slower until he stopped in surprise.

“Eeyup….?” Was the only thing that Big Mac could bring himself to say.

Author's Note

so here's the second installment, sorry it took so long.

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