The Horse Collar

Gasp!

"Two hoof twitches? No! Three! And a tailswirl! A whole swirl! Do you know what this means?!" Pinkie Pie shouted while bounding alongside Big Macintosh.

Big Mac sighed, but it was barely audible over the gentle rumble of the carriage full of apples he was pulling. "Nnope."

"Neither do I! And I knew that I wasn't going to know because my pinkie sense told me that right before! I was hoping you would know!"

Big Mac replied, "Nnope." He had his suspicions, though.

Pinkie Pie hummed, lifting a hoof to her chin and curling her lips to the side in thought. "I know it has something to do with love. I know! You love apples!"

Big Mac blinked. This was getting too close for comfort, but he certainly couldn't deny that. "Yeeup."

Pinkie Pie bounded for joy, hopping gleefuly ahead of Big Mac while he sauntered down Ponyville Main Street at a leisurely pace. She started walking backwards so she could face him. Now she was getting too close for comfort in a literal sense too. Pinkie Pie was a very physical creature. You never know when to expect a sudden hug.

"So now you can cheer up! Because you have lots of apples!"

Big Mac gradually slowed down the closer Pinkie got to him. "Cheer up? Ahm doin' just fine Ms. Pie."

Pinkie Pie lunged forward, and Big Mac came to a sudden stop, sending a couple of apples spilling down over his croup. He stood stiffly, and drew in a shocked breath as Pinkie Pie closed in to within inches of his face.

With a gentle puff, he released the breath trapped in his lungs; eyes wide. Pinkie Pie was staring at him from inches away, scrutinizing his expression. "Hmmmm!"

Okay Big Red. She's sizin' you up. Last thing you need is somepony else to find out what's goin' on. Relax. Don't think about mares. Don't think about what will happen if she touches you. Don't think about Fluttershy. Don't think about how you just thought about Fluttershy because you were trying not to think about Fluttershy.

"Nope! Definitely way down in frown town, mister!" She gasped, and backed up a few paces, as if posing herself square within Big Mac's field of view. "Do you know the very very best thing for when you're feeling low?!" she asked with a delighted beam.

Big Mac waited for Pinkie Pie to answer her own question for an awkward moment before finally deciding that it wasn't rhetorical. "A party?"

"No silly! Talking about it!" She blinked. "Why would you want to throw a party when you're sad? You're a pretty silly guy Big Mac!" She zipped in close to Big Mac again, this time coming to rest alongside him. At some point in transit she ended up wearing a lab coat and a head mirror. "Doctor Pinkie is ready to listen!"

Big Mac blinked at her for a moment, and then started to move off. The cart behind him rumbled to life as he dragged it along with him. "Nnope."

Pinkie Pie developed an exaggerated expression of dejected worry. She ran back out in front again and resumed her backward walk, having somehow shed her doctor's uniform in the interim. "But!" she called out pleadingly. "How am I supposed to make you happy again if you won't tell me why you're sad?"

There was no sense denying it anymore. "Thankin' ye kindly, Pinkie, but ah'll be fine."

Pinkie's ears sank to the sides of her head, and she pouted, letting her muzzle hang low as she came to a stop, allowing Big Mac to pass by.

Big Mac took a slow breath. He felt bad, but it was for the best. He needed to be alone with his thoughts.

"Is it a tummy ache!?" Pinkie Pie called out, popping her head out from a nearby alleyway.

This couldn't be good for Big Mac's heart. "Pinkie Pie!"

She smiled, "Sure am! I bet it's a tummy ache."

Big Mac kept on walking with a soft grumble. "Nnope."

"Are you lonely? You don't have to be! Pinkie Pie is here and she's gonna stay with you all day if that's what it takes," she insisted with a cheerfully resolute voice.

That was definitely not what Big Mac wanted. "Nnope."

"Is it because you got into an argument?"

Big Mac was not happy about it, but she was getting warmer. He looked across town. He could make a run for his destination, but it wouldn't achieve much. He was delivering the apples to Sugar Cube Corner where Pinkie works, and even if he wasn't, nopony ever outruns Pinkie Pie.

Pinkie proffered another guess. "Is it beacuse you somehow ended up with a cursed ebony magical horse collar and you're giving mares super duper hot sexual feelings just by touching them anywhere and you don't want to give them orgasms like giving orgasms to your sister by accident and then sometimes you do want to give them orgasms but then that doesn't work either and now everything's all messed up and you're scared and you don't know how to get it off?" She heaved a sharp breath to replenish all the air she just lost with her guess.

Big Mac stopped, and stared at Pinkie, blushing up a storm.

She was grinning from ear to ear.

Big Mac looked around, to see if anypony else heard her 'guess'. Thankfully nopony was listening. "Lucky guess?" he asked.

"What? No silly! Applejack told me. How could I possibly guess all kinds of details like that?"

Big Mac wondered, then, why that wasn't her first guess. "She prolly dun want ya talkin' ta anypony about that."

She smiled and replied with her usual sing-song intonation. "You nutty buddy! I'm not talking to 'anypony' about it. I'm talking to you!"

Big Mac resumed walking, picking up his pace a bit and looking around nervously. "How 'bout we git inside before we talk?"

"That's a super duper great idea!" Pinkie cried out excitedly. "Once we're inside we can try it out and we don't have to worry about anypony looking! This'll be great!"

Big Mac's eyes were pinned wide while walking down the street. He knew he wanted to run, but he didn't know whether he wanted to run toward, or away from Sugar Cube Corner. "Wut?!"

Pinkie Pie's worried expression returned. "Oh you don't want to?"

He didn't say that.

His pace increased even more. He was practically galloping now. Pinkie Pie didn't seem to care, perfectly matching his pace.

Pinkie continued, "Because, I wouldn't want you to do anything you don't want to do."

She furrowed her brow, "Oh no! Now I've super duper embarrassed you. I'm sorry."

Big Mac came to a smoking halt behind Sugar Cube Corner, nearly upsetting the apple cart enough to spill his load all over the back door.

Big Mac wanted to say something. He wanted to tell her no. He wanted to tell her yes. He wanted to ask her what in the dickens had gotten into her.

Ultimately, he focused on his work, however. He hauled the enormous apple baskets onto his back, and opened up the chef's entrance. He sighed with relief when he saw that none of the Cake family seemed to be around.

Pinkie followed Big Mac, still carrying her worried expression with her the entire way. "Are you sure you don't want to talk? We can just talk, if that's what you want."

Pinkie furrowed even more as Big Mac ignored her and kept going about his work. He stocked the kitchen's apple supply to the top.

Pinkie was starting to worry. "Are you mad? I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."

Big Mac shook his head, and finally responded, "Nnope, Ah just din' know ya felt that way about me."

Pinkie's expression only got more worried. "Aw. Big Mac. You're so super nice. I know that you're just thinking about me and... Big Mac sex isn't like that for me."

Big Mac turned to look at Pinkie. He had an idea of where this conversation was about to go. Was she really offering this to him?

He never once thought about it before, but now it was crowding out all his other thoughts: Pinkie was a beautiful mare. She was sweet, energetic, fun, and she had killer looks.

Pinkie continued, "It can be... Maybe it will be some day and I really really hope so... but it's also something for friends too."

Big Mac couldn't help but feel that Pinkie has made this speech before.

Pinkie walked closer to Big Mac. She was moving much more slowly than she usually did, and Big Mac found himself stepping backward in lock step until his haunches pressed back into one of the pie oven handles. "Pinkie, how long ya bin... like that?"

Pinkie smiled brightly at him, and gave him an intensely sensual stare. She was close enough now for him to tell she had cherry licorice for breakfast. She was almost whispering now, and it seemed so completely unusual for her, of all ponies, to be this quiet. "That's crazy. I'm not 'like' anything. I'm just Pinkie Pie! There's nothing wrong with me being Pinkie Pie is there?"

Big Mac could feel his heart beating in his chest. He felt a rush of nervous tingles down his body. She was right, of course. He was raised to look down on promiscuous mares, but he never believed it himself. Those were his grandmother's words in his mouth. "Ah'm sorry. Ah din mean to say there's anything wrong with you."

Pinkie's lips were getting closer now. He drew in a timid, sharp breath, staring back into the other earth pony's sky blue eyes. She wasn't just fooling around. She was trying to seduce him. She clearly knew exactly what she was doing, because every time Big Mac would make a nervous twitch or take a shaky breath, she would smile with amusement, and just kept watching him. Big Mac couldn't help but wonder how many stallions she had done this to.

She heaved a whispered version of one of her trademark gasps. "This is your first time isn't it?"

Big Mac's heart was hammering in his chest, and he was overcome with a heady wave of euphoria. How did she figure that out, and she was calling this a 'time'; his 'first time'? Sweet Celestia, this was really happening.

He had the power of the collar at his disposal, and this time there was mare in front of him who was truly willing and eligible. "P-p-pinky. Ah. You. What are ye askin' for?"

Pinkie Pie's confident amusement grew. "The Cakes won't be back until the storefront opens. We have hours."

Big Mac's eyes widened, and he leaned in to allow Pinkie's lips to touch his. She twitched and sputtered at the feeling of his lips, drawing away from him quickly, and breathing heavily.

Wide eyed, she lifted her forehoof up to her muzzle. Her forehoof gently ran across one lip, then the other. She almost stared 'through' Big Mac's face. The confident, controlled, seductive look she had just seconds earlier was replaced with shock.

She leaned in quickly, trying to lock lips with the bashful stallion.

Big Mac drew away. "Pinkie Pie wait!"

Pinkie exhaled sharply. She was barely able to stop herself from jumping on Big Mac and ravishing him. She took a trembling step back away from him.

"Yer mah sister's friend. Innit weird? And... Pinkie, sex is like that for you, but it's not for me. I dun love you, Pinkie. I jus can't. It wouldn't be--"

Pinkie pressed her muzzle into Big Mac's mouth, and took in a deep breath through her nose, filling her lungs so she could keep her lips locked to his, but she barely lasted a second before the breath crashed out of her chest and onto his lips, followed by a lust soaked moan.

"Ye stop that right this second, Pinkie!" Mac demanded. His voice was muffled by Pinkie's lips.

Pinky pressed in close, drawing her cheek up against his and nestling it down on his withers. Big Mac's scruff stood on end. She felt incredible. She was squeezed up neck to neck with him, and she was so soft. Her quivering breath puffing against his scruff filled him with warmth. He knew she was drawing rapidly toward an orgasm with each quiver her body made against his. He knew he could pin her to the counter top right now and it would be the most incredible sex she'd ever felt.

Big Mac gently shoved Pinkie away, and she gave him a crestfallen expression. "Pinkie Pie ahm tellin you, no! Ahm tired of bein' somepony's toy!"

She finally stopped trying to touch Big Mac, and hung her head. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pressure you. I never wanted to do that. I'm not... like that," she said, repeating Big Mac's earlier words back to him. She was ashamed of herself, and her precious smile was gone; wiped away.

"You would never just be my toy, Big Mac. Never ever ever ever. And, I'm not just your sister's friend. I'm your friend, Big Mac. I'm your friend."

Big Mac stared at the floor. He didn't respond to her.

Every second that passed without a word was like a needle in Pinkie's heart. What had she done to him? What did he think of her now?

Big Mac stepped away from Pinkie, and she almost reached out to him. She wanted to beg him to stay, but she stayed her hoof, drawing it back to her neck and hanging her head.

Big Mac stepped over to the door.

And locked it.

Pinkie's smile returned, brighter than ever as Mac turned around, trotting back toward her with a salacious grin.

He approached, walking slowly and staring lewdly at Pinkie, much as she did to him moments ago; saucy and playful. In kind, Pinkie pie was the nervous one now. He started to circle around her, staring down her body appreciatively. She stood perfectly still.

She drew tremulous staccato breaths of anticipation, and looked backward when Mac got behind her. She didn't turn her entire body. This was what she wanted. She wanted her behind to face him, with her tail twitching and flashing brief glimpses at Pinkie's prize.

"T-touch me," she begged.

Mac was high on a wave of lust now. He had never felt so virile and powerful. Just moments ago, Pinkie Pie had him wrapped around her hoof. He was terrified of her greater experience and casual comfort with sex. Now she was so desperate she could barely see straight. She needed him bad.

What in the world did that collar make him feel like?

"Buck me," she begged.

By now, Mac had forgotten all about his scruples. Pinkie told him that it's okay because they're friends, and in his lustful stupor it seemed as though there could not have been a position more logical and sensible than that.

"Pleas--" Pinkie began to whisper, but her voice was cut off by the sudden feeling of being lifted into the air by Big Mac's powerful forelegs. She drew in a sultry gasp, beaming a glorious and contented smile. "Anh! Yes!" she wailed.

Big Mac gently dropped her chest onto the counter top and slid her forward until her hindquarters were dangling off the edge before him. Her body forced aside some partially kneaded pie dough, sending it to the floor with a splat. He mounted her body and pressed his muzzle into the side of her neck, listening to the sounds of Pinkie's lust.

His cock was already stiff now, and it was teasing at Pinkie's opening, but he wanted to wait until her first orgasm to slide himself inside. He listened closely.

She was close. First, she drew in a quick breath, then another, then one more without exhaling. Her body lifted under Big Mac's barrel chest with the pressure of her lungs as they filled to capacity. She breathed out slowly, and through her vocal cords came a soft, whining, almost pained sounding slow moan.

Big Mac smiled at what he was doing just with this simple embrace. He could feel her stretching her body out as stiff as it would go, then curling sharply, twitching again and again. She used the last of her lungs' worth of air to blaspheme the sun goddess, "Annh Celestia!"

Mac could feel squirt after squirt of something slick hitting his inner stifles and dripping down toward his fetlocks, and in that moment he plunged himself deeply within Pinkie's flower.

Pinkie was overcome with more and more pleasure. She brought her forehoof to her head, almost dizzy with the incredible feelings now saturating her loins with tingling. She dropped her jaw and pressed her open muzzle into the loosely strewn all-purpose flower that coated the counter top, airily crying, "A-another?!"

Big Mac knew they would keep coming. He could make her feel as many as he wanted, and the sensation was incredible. There's no way using his hoof could compare to what he was feeling now. Pinkie may claim to be promiscuous, but she was anything but loose, and that's even before the pleasure made her clench. He was tingling down to his bones in ways he never imagined, and he needed more.

The pots, pans, and silver bowls atop the counter slid in rhythmic resonance with Big Mac's, now fast and desperate, thrusts. He loosed a guttural groan that made Pinkie giggle and beg for more.

Big Mac cut off her pleas by leaning forward to press his muzzle into Pinkie lips kissing her passionately. He was just in time to feel her kiss become sloppy and slack jawed from the sudden onset of her second orgasm, shooting deliciously tense relaxation through her body. She winced and wailed out against his smiling muzzle.

Bic Mac drew back, setting one forehoof on each side of Pinkie's head, and started to drive her deeply and quickly with his additional leverage.

Pinkie had never been fucked by so much raw weight. "Yes!" she cried, "Anh yes!"

He groaned out louder and louder, building toward a crescendo of deep voiced cries. "Hahh! Hahh! Nnh! Unnh! Ahhh!" he bellowed as he hilted Pinkie deeply, firing shot after shot of seed into her depths. Pinkie's cunt clenched tightly for her third, and now simultaneous orgasm, milking Big Mac's throbbing cock for every drop of thick seed.

Mac slid his cock free, and slumped down on his side against the counter top, untangling himself from the energetic pink pony.

Pinkie was smiling and laughing with her eyes closed, guffawing with disbelief at the intensity of what she just felt. "Whoa. Whoa. Wow." She said, sliding her hoof up through her mane. "Touch me again?" she asked with a cheery sounding voice.

Mac smiled. "Yeeup."

He slid closer to Pinkie Pie; cuddling up tightly. The feelings of sexual pleasure from Big Mac's collar were coming slower, taking longer to work her up to orgasm. She knew it might take a several minutes until the next one, and even longer until the next, but, despite the fact that the counter top could barely hold them, neither of them were going anywhere for a while.

The watched each other's eyes, nose to nose, as they relaxed.