Big (Macro)tosh

Big Macintosh stretched his broad muscle arms as his back off of the bed.  A deep  yawned escaped his mouth as his eyes began to open. With a smile on his face, he lifted himself up off the bed,  but stopped as a memory from last night entered his mind.

“I had the dream again.” he said as his smile was replaced with look of concern.  He put his hand over his head and rubbed his temple.  “Sweet Celestia why won’t they go way.”

Why do I keep having that damn dream.  He thought to himself as he put his hands over his head.  After a minute of pondering, he shook his and decided to ignore the nervous feeling in his gut.

They’ll go away eventually. I Know they will.  I just hope I don’t have a problem.  How many other stallions have dreams like that?

For almost a month now he had several dreams involving himself, each one more vivid than the last.  They were all different for the most part but they all shared one common theme.  He had no idea what it meant.

In the first few dreams, he imagined himself being taller, bulkier, and stronger.  He would do work on the farm as if nothing was amiss, occasionally ripping articles of clothing as he did so.  He would often feel a strain in his pants, as his pumpkin sized dick bulged in his pants and brushed against his legs.

With each passing dream his body got larger while his surroundings got more and more surreal.  His body went from being as tall as the apple trees to being able to carry two of them with one hand alone then to being larger than the entire barnhouse.  All the while his muscles ballooned outward in size and strength and his dick and grew in both volume and length.

Last night, he had gotten so big that he was able to put the entire planet into crevices of his immeasurable sized pecs.

Big Mac put his hand to his forehead as sweat dripped off his brow.

Why I keep having these dream about being bigger?  Aren't I big enough?  Why in the name of Celestia do I find these dreams so… so…

With shame, the red stallion sighed as he continued his line of thought.

Why do these dreams make me feel so good?

Even without looking Big Mac could tell that he ejaculated in his boxers again.  The dampness Mac felt between his legs and was a perfect representation of his self loathing.

If his family ever found out about this, hell if any sane pony in their right mind knew how happy these dreams made him feel, they would never look at him the same way again.  Hell, for all he knew, he might have some weird psychological conditions.

He got up from his bed and strolled over to his mirror at the end of the room.

“This isn’t normal.” He said out loud.  These thoughts should not make him happy.  He shouldn't be turned on by them.  Yet he was. Oh sweet Celestia, how he wished his dreams could become a reality.  To caress all of existence in his bulk, to have entire worlds rest on his pecs, to shoot out a load so big that it would put out hundreds of stars in his general direction.

Yet if anyone ever knew how I really felt...

Macintosh shook his head. Deciding not to dwell on his bizarre dreams anymore he set off to start the day. He got out of bed, removed his messy boxers, cleaned the mess off of his legs, put some fresh boxers on,  put on a pair blue jeans and white undershirt, and had breakfast. Afterwards, he changed his wet bed sheets with some clean ones, and head out into the orchard where  Applejack was waiting for him.

As they walked he turned to look at her.  Like him she was dressed in blue jeans and was wearing her favorite red checkered shirt.  Here eyes were looking straight up at the sky as if she didn’t have a care in the world.  Before the dreams started he himself would have looked the same.

“Well I’ll be Mac.” said Applejack has she put her hands behind her head.  “It sure looks like a nice day to get some good old fashioned apple picking done.”

“Eeyup!”  Big Mac groaned half-heartedly as he stared up at the bright blue sky.

Applejack stopped and put an arm on her brother’s shoulder.

“Everything ok Big Mac?” She asked with concern. “You seem kind of reluctant about work today.  Now either you have an upset stomach and are trying to brush it off as nothing, or something is eating at your mind.”

Big Mac looked down with Applejack sighed.  He knew there was no sense hiding anything from here.  Despite being the quiet one in the family Applejack could read him better than a book.

“I’m fine,” he said with a hint of uncertainty. “I’ve just been thinking about Mama and Papa.”

Applejack stretched her hands upward to and patted her older brother on the shoulder.  “Not a day goes by I don’t think about them.” she said with a compassionate smile. “I miss them so gosh darn much.  I know you're not the talking type, but if you want you can talk to me about it.”

Big Mac nodded his head and continued.

“I’m just thinking why’d they add the word ‘Big to my name.” he said softly.

AppleJack tilted her head in bewilderment.  “Why would you all of a sudden be thinking about that?”

Big Mac sighed and lowered his head. “Mom told me that when I was first born they named me Big Macintosh because of how large I was for a newborn foal.  As I’ve gotten older my body has stayed true to this name.  I’ve been one of the few stallions in Ponyville for as long as I can remember.  Hell, the fact that I’ve worked on this  farm all my life has helped me stay in top physical condition, though I’m nowhere near as built as that Snowflake guy.  And I don’t mean to be vulgar sis, but you know how ponies always joked about my… well… you know?”

“Whoa nelly!  Say no more Mac!” Applejack said as she halted him with her hands.  “I know what they say about it!”

“Sorry sis!” he said drawing back his face in embarrassment.  He let out a loud cough to ease the tension and continued talking.  “The point I’m trying to make is that everything about me is big.  I know a lot of pony parents chose names for their foals that tend to fit them perfectly, but lately I’ve had this strange thought.”

“What’s that?” ask Applejack as he leaned a little bit closer to her brother.  Mac could tell from her expression that she was really curious about what he had to say.  While he rather not tell her anything, telling her nothing would make him look suspicious.

He looked up at her and took a long deep breath, as if what ever he was about to say might somehow cause a magical bomb to go off. “What if my size as a foal wasn’t the only reason why Mom and Dad called me Big?  What if they saw something about me that even I didn't recognize about myself?”

The orange mare shrugged, unsure of what to make of what her brother was saying.

“Could you give me a better idea of what you mean?” she asked. “Like, why else would they name you Big other than for your size.”

Big Mac gulped.  He was afraid that Applejack wouldn’t leave well enough alone and he knew lying to her would only cause more problems.  He took a long deep breath as he thought about how he would spill his darkest secret to his sister.

“You see AJ,” he said as he mustered the strength to confess. “Lately I’ve been have these strange dre-”

Before the he could finish his confession, a high pitched scream echoed across the orchard and startled the two siblings. They quickly turned their heads to the sound of which if seemed to be coming from the Everfree Forest.

“Mac!” Shouted Applejack said with her with her eyes staring right at him.  She ran towards her brother and franticly place her hand on his shoulder.  “That sounded like Zecora!  We need to go see if she’s ok!”

“Eeyup!” replied Big Mac just before breaking into a sprint towards the forest.   Applejack tried to catch up to him but quickly lost sight of him when he entered through the edge of the forest.

With the speed of a horse and the endurance of a rhino Mac plowed straight through fallen tree branches and bushes without it hindering his momentum.  Granny always said that he should tryout for the Equestrian games, but right now all that mattered was finding the distressed zebra.

Eventually the earth pony came to an opening clearing.  Zecora had been cornered into a tree by a large of pack of about seven or eight  timberwolves.  He figured she must have wandered into their den my mistake.  No pony new the forest like she did, but he figured that didn’t make the Everfree any less dangerous.

“Oh thank goodness!” shouted Zecora. “I thought I was lost!  Please help me my dearest Macintosh!”

Desperate to help his friend, Macintosh grabbed the largest stick he could find and threw himself into the fray.  With his herculean strength he bashed the wooden spirits into until they were nothing but debris.  One of the wolves jumped and bit Big Macs shoulder only to have it’s sappy teeth shatter into splinters from Big Macs muscular upper body.  Using both his hands, he grabbed the beast by it’s legs and hurled it into another timber wolf, shattering both of them.  Frightened by this hulking creature, the wolves withdrew into the forest.

“Oh Big Macintosh,” said Zecora as she hopped off the tree and began to walk towards her hero.  “You came just in time. I’ll admit, your fighting skills were sublime.”

“I’m just glad I could help.” Mac said he scratched the back of his head as butterflies filled his stomach.  Being as timid as he was he always got nervous around mares, especially Zecora, who only wore small pieces of loin cloth for clothing.  Even through her small brown top she wore abround her ample chest her nippes were clearly visable beath the fabric. As the zebra walked closer, he could feel a stir in his loins.

“I feel must reward my saviour,” she replied as put a she put an arm around his shoulder, “For it only right to return the favour.  Please come back to hut for some nice hot stew, then we can talk about what I should do.”

Big Mac cursed his horney self as improper thoughts popped into his head.

Darn it, these damn dreams are messing me up more than ever.  How could I even think of doing that?  It’s not how I was raised.

“I sense something is troubling you,” Zecora said as she picked up on his discomfort.  “Do you perhaps not like my stew?”

Big Mac sighed as and closed his eyes before looking back at Zecora.  “Your stew is the best in Equestria and you know it.” he said before lowering his head. “I just have a lot on my mind now.  Been having these weird dreams lately and they’re bothering me.  They're kind of strange and more than a bit sensual so I haven’t been able to talk to anypony about it.”

Zecora chuckled.  “Luckily for you I’m not offended by vulgarity. If you tell me your dream I may be able to provide clarity.”

As they walked to Zecora’s hut Big Mac told her about his dreams and how ashamed and horny they made him.

“I just don’t know what’s wrong.” He said, in a jittery voice as they began to approach the door of the hut.  “In my dreams I want everypony to worship my body, to flaunt my fifty foot package for the world to see, to hold a hand full of mares and put them between my abs.  It’s like I want to be a symbol of male prowess and power, with the vitality, strength, and physique of a god.”

Zecora nodded as she opened the door to her hut. “And in these dreams that make you feel shame, to you long to cause other ponies pain.”

Mac sighed.

“No, in my dreams I just grow and ponies around me just expect it.  I’ve fucked the inside of Canterlot Castle and put mares on the top my dick, but I’ve never hurt anypony.  Even when I do get really big I somehow know where not to step.  One time a few nights ago, I painted the entire planet with my dick.  That time, I thought I was killing everypony, but then something weird happened. Well… weirder would be more appropriate.  I could sense that not a single soul had been hurt and I beckoned them to live on my body.  As I began to fill the cosmos with my bulk, girth, and jizz, I became a planet to them, one that just kept growing.”

Zecora sat down and stared at Mac. He sat down in the chair next to her, worrying that he had just lost a friend to his weirdness.

“Mac, thank you for getting this off your chest.  Now there is something I must confess.”

Way to go. Now she going to label you for the freak you are.  Nice going genius.  Spilling out all these damn dreams to a girl. What the hell is wrong with you?

“For you see, these dreams don’t make me feel repulsed or upset...”

Big Mac opened his eyes, not expecting that answer.  “Then what do they make you feel?”

Zecora smile as slowly untied the string of her top and slowly took it off, leaving her delicious striped melons exposed.

“To be honest,” she continued in a seductive tone as she put her hand in her loin cloth and began touching herself.  “They make me feel wet.”

His jaw dropped in disbelief as Zecora began to take her loin cloth off with one hand while gently mastebating with the other.  All the while the golden nipple rings one her black nibbles began to flop up and down as her breast jiggled up and down. As the loin cloth slid off her leg Zecora smiled playfully, her eyes falling upon the growing erections in Mac’s pants.

“Why must you look so nervous?” she asked as Big Mac as his eyes anxiously tried to look the other way.  “Isn’t it your dream for your cock to be serviced?”

Zecora stood in awe at the sight.  Before her stood sixteen inches of girthy cock, already at full mast.  It was easily the biggest she had ever seen, almost three inches longer than the average stallion.

And to think he longs to be bigger. thought Zecora.

Not wanting to wait any longer she yaked Mac’s shirt and tossed it aside. Here tail began to sway has her eyes explored Mac's naked body.  First her eyes looked up at his face, admiring his broad red shoulders and long golden mane.  Straightening her head, her eyes made direct contact with his bulging pecs, his dark red nipples aligned perfectly with her eyes.  Not satisfied with a single perspective Zecora put hand around Big Mac and seductively circled around him like a shark.  After she was done admiring his his toned six pack, she stopped to appreciate his toned muscles much like an art critic would a sculpture.  She brushed her free hand against his tail, giggling as it started to twitch in her hand.

Then at last, her eyes fell on her prize.  She withdrew her hands and sat back in her chair.

“I know a way,” she said. “To make your dreams go away.  But before I tell you, a favor you must do. Come lean forward with your massive dick, and let me caress it with my wet clit.”

While normally put off by such vulgarity in a normal setting, Big Mac found Zecora’s poetic seduction oh so arousing.  He ran to her and pressed his lips against hers, all the while sliding his impressive pole into her totem.

He was gentle at first, slowly thrusting his girth while he fondled her mohawk and played with her ass.  As the moment picked up the two of them started to get rough.  With both hands he picked Zecora up and rested her butt on his knees.  Zecora squealed as she he bobbed up and down on his length.

Suddenly, Big Mac lost his balance and the two were forced to bring their lovemaking to the floor of the hunt.  Mac shifted to the top position and thrust hard into Zecora, who now had half of his cock inside her.

“Harder!” Zecora screamed as her hands explored his chest.  The sex had only just started and already she could feel her nethers on the brink of exploding.

“Are you sure?” asked Big Mac as let out a moan.  “I don’t...Oh!... want to…. OH!... hurt you! This is my first time.”

Zecora eyes widened at the idea as some pony as tall, strong, and handsome as Mac could be a virgin.  Even more surprising was that he was actually doing a very decent job for an amenture.  Even now he was touching her in the right spots, as he rubbed her striped back his meaty hands.

“So kind of you to show restraint,” she said as she lunged forward and pressed her boobs against his bulking pecs. “It makes me feel like I’m screwing a saint.”

Zecora and Big Mac began to chest bump each other with their assets.  His pecs and her boobs pressed against each other, sending ripples through both of them.  Occasionally, they would collide at just the right angle where both there nippes would touch each other.  Big Mac had no idea what the two of them were even doing or if it even had a name.  All he knew was this sensual chest bumping made his body tremble and Zecora apparently more so as he looked down to see that she was lactating.

“Mind if I take a sip?” Big Mac asked seductively as he leaned his head forward to slurp up Zecora's milk.

The sensation of being milked by Mac drove Zecora to an early climax and her fem juices sprayed out of her and onto the floor.  With more lubricant in place, Big Mac was able to get every inch of his apple tree into her.

Now fully inside her tightened folds around his shaft, causing a sizable about of pre to droop out from the tip.  Big Mac panted as he felt he was about to reach his limit, but there was no way he was going to blow his load this early.  He pulled out of her and watted for his hose to calm down, cause Zecora to grunt a bit in annoyance.  However her frustration quickly vanished as rendered her.

After another two minutes of bucking, Big Mac finaly got the entire sixteen inches back inside the zebra. Once fully inside, Zecora yelled something that drove him over the edge. “Indulge yourself and visualise your inner fantasy, only through experience can it become a reality!”

He imagined himself out growing the hut, lifting Zecora up on top of his cock.  He imagined filling her up with so much jizz that her body would have to grow along side him just to take it all. He thought back of his dreams, all the things he wished he could do at various sizes.

But what really turned him on was Zecora’s beauty and her strange but reassuring admiration for something that once brought him shame.  As he felt a tingling sensation at the top of his dick, he let out a loud holler moments before ejaculation.

“I WANT TO GROW!”

They climax in unison as Mac fired a load into Zecora that would rival any ordinary stallion. Zecora squealed as shot after shot entered her, each load bigger than the last.  After five shots Mac pulled out and nuzzled her boobs with his mane.

“Thank you Zecora.” Big Mac said.  “I would love for my fantasy to come true, to be prideful of myself in a way that would be pleasing to others.  But even if you could, would it be right?”

Zecora pet his mane smiled at her prince.  “Pride in one's body is not a sin so long as your modestest to your friends and kin.  Your heart is pure, of this I’m sure.  So before you go, a gift I will bestow.”

Zecora got up, took a few empty vials, and began to scoop up the leftover fluids on the floor.

“I’m not going to have drink my own…”

“Relax!” she said reassuringly. “No need for a commotion.  All this nasty stuff will be absorbed in the potion.  In other words, the bacteria and biomatter will be burned up by other ingredients.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice started to get a little shaky. “Cause I’m really squeamish about that sorta stuff.  One of my cousins told me about this one farmer who cast a spell on his dick and shot a giant load into himself.  Horizontal I think his name was.  Anyways, even if what you say is true, the idea of sperm in a mans own sperm in his mouth - especially mine - really freaks me out.”

Zecora sighed,  as she looked at Mac as he folded his arms and began to shiver a bit, obviously very bothered by her suggestions.

“Alright.” she nodded.  “If you insist, I’ll just use saliva from a tender kiss.”

She leaned forward and locked her lips with Mac.  As the two ravaged each others mouths, Zecora grabbed an empty vial from the table and held it over their lips, being mindful to catch every bit of salva that slid out of the stallions mouth.

With a substitute ingredient in place she poured all the vials except for the one with Big Mac’s sperm into her cauldron.  Waking from cabinet to cabinet she diligently prepared the remaining ingredients and added them into the mixture.  Once everything was in the pot she turned her head back to Big Mac and gave him an apologetic smile.

“Two of the ingredients,” she said, “were love and lust. For this potion to work fluids are a must.  While your seed would have worked, your saliva will do.  Now with that said, I must tend to the brew.”

Zecora started to hum as she began to stir the mixture with a spoon.  Mac decided he should take this time getting dressed.  While getting his undershirt back on was an easy feat he found getting his underwear back on to be a challenge. Zecora was still naked, and his eyes couldn’t help but look at the zebra’s swaying as she churned the brew.  The sight of her caused his dick to spring back up, forcing him to turn away and wait for it to calm down.  After his pole had settled down he waited till he was fully dressed before he dared to look back at the zebra.

At last, Zecora took one final sniff of her brew and scooped it up into an empty flash.

“This potion,” she said “Is called Soul’s Desire.  It will give you whatever wish you require.  The potion’s power is very very old, but for it to work it’s wonder the drinker must have a heart of gold.  If the potion chooses you, your dream will become reality, and you will be the pinnacle of masculinity.”

Big Mac gasped, shocked such a powerful magic could even exist.  While Zecora did assure him that the pony needed to have a pure heart, the idea of a potion that could potentially do anything boggled his mind.  How in Equestria did Zecora make such a potion, and why the buck was she giving it to him?

“I’m flattered Zecora,” Big mac said as he scratched the back of his head.  “But are you really sure I should do this?  What about my family?”

Zecora gave him a warm patient smile and kissed him on the cheek before putting the vile in his hands.

“It’s your choice, but I’m sure they will grow to accept you.  Just makes sure you’re alone when you drink it if this is what you decide to do.”

As Big Mac walked out of the hut to head back to the farm he could hear the zebra’s lustful moans as she began to indulge herself once more.

The remainder of the day was hell. When Mac returned from the field Applejack was angrier than a dragon with out a horde.

“What in tarnation took you so dang long!” she yelled, puffing her cheeks.  “After that talk we had about mama and papa, thought I was never going to see you again.”

Big Mac stretched out his hands to try and calm his sister down, only to have her luge for him in with her first.  While he new Applejack was more fit than your average mare, he knew he could take a blow or two her.  Still, he  jumped backwards to avoid her blows.

“Calm down AJ!” he said just as Applejack was about to go for another swing. “I was never in any danger.” He went on to tell her about his exploits in the forest.  Of course, he filtered the part about the sex and Zecora’s strange but exciting interests in his dreams.  However, much like before, Applejack was as observant as ever, as she pointed a finger at the strange vile in he held in his hand.”

“I see Zecora gave you one of them fancy potions of hers.” she said with a tint of skepticism in her voice.  “Mind telling me what that supposed to do.”

Dammit AJ! He thought angrily to himself. Why can’t you just let things be.

Figuring she could already sense he wasn’t being honest, he decided to respond with  the safest answer that popped into his head. “It was gift for saving her life. Also, it’s private.  She isn’t even a hundred percent sure if it will work.  Anyways AJ, let’s just get back to work. We have alot to make up after all.”

Applejack nodded and the two of them ran towards the nearest Appletree, each one determined to work extra hard to compensate for the lost time.  After an entire afternoon of work, Mac and his sister retired to the farm, had their supper, and retired to their bed.

As Big Mac put on a his night time close, he looked up at the potion he had placed on his night stand.  Once he was all dress, he leaned forward and give the flask a little tap with his finger.  He stroked his chin, pondering whether or not Zecora was playing some sort of cruel joke on him.

Can this thing realy do what she said it would do?  Would making those odd dreams come true really make me happy, or would it only create new problems for me.

His tail swished irritably as he sat down on the bed and eyed the mixture.

Suddenly, his face lit up as a brilliant idea popped into his head.

I’ve got it! he thought as he as he felt his anxiety slowly fade.  Maybe if I tell myself that what I desire most is to get rid of these dreams forever, they will go away.  That would solve everything, and I wouldn’t have to become a freak force of nature.

The promise of finally having a normal night's sleep comforted him mind has he eagerly reached out and grabbed the potion and popped the cork.  Just before he could raise the bottle to his lips however, ideas of godhood, growth, power, and lustful pleasure filled his mind.

“Just focus on what your really want.” He told himself. “If I made those dreams reaily, it would cause a whole mess problems for me, my family, and all of Equestria.  Right now what I wan’t more than anything is to not have these anymore.  I just need to focus on that and nothing else, and hopefully the potion will do the rest.”

Hesitantly he poured the liquid traveled down his throat, he silently  praying Zecora didn’t slip any of his cum into the mixture.  The taste was certainly estranged, like apple cider mixed with pineapple juice.  It was an odd blend, but one that felt sweet as the last few drops entered his mouth.

Putting the empty vial back on his nightstand, Big Mac leaned back and let his head fall onto his pillow. At last he can be rid of those bizarre and perverted dreams forever.  As he his drowsiness overtook him, couldn’t help but feel like his pajamas felt a tad tighter than usual, but he figured it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

They probably just shrunk in the wash? he told himself as his mind fell into a deep sleep, completely oblivious of the small rips that were forming around the sleeves of his pajama top.