Ponyville Overrun

In his orchard he sat, exhausted and panting. Sweat dripped from his forehead and onto the oddly coloured ground. His muscles ached and his lungs were burning, despite his pristine physical condition and well-toned frame. Around him lay the remains of dark plants, crushed underneath big, strong hooves. As if live, they lay in a pool of their own blood, which bore a sickly green colour. Spots of the very same liquid were mixed with the stallion's bright red coat, making him look wounded.

“Ya better hurry up, sis”, Big Mac thought, even panting in his mind. “The farm needs ya...”

Closing his eyes, he leaned back into the tree behind him with a heavy sight. His body trembled slightly, but his calm breathing kept his limbs in check. A soothing breeze cooled his face and cleared his mind slightly. Left with only the darkness of his eyelids, Big Mac slowly conjured images of large, healthy trees with hundreds of apples hanging from the branches. One by one they popped into the darkness of his mind, eliciting a smile from the exhausted stallion.

“She'll fix this darn mess”, he mumbled to himself, chuckling slightly. “Ain't never let her family down before.”

The world around him was quiet; only the wind itself could be heard. A bit of peace and silence did wonders for Big Mac; the intense shouting and fighting mere minutes prior was not welcomed. Sweet Apple Acres was always quiet, and Big Mac wanted to keep it that way. There was nothing like peace and quiet to keep oneself focused on work.

As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, a quiet hiss forced all images of the healthy trees out of his mind. He did, however, not open his eyes. There was no need for eyes to know what had produced the sound, as he had already seen many of the creatures over the course of the day. Instead, the corners of his mouth turned slightly upwards, and he chuckled quietly.

“Y'all back for round two?” he said quietly. His question was met with another hiss. “Well, I'd be more than happy to dance with ya.”

Opening his eyes, he saw exactly what he expected. In front of him were two of the plant creatures, complete with legs and their sickly, green mouth-looking opening. Big Mac was certain he had seen similar creatures on the covers of horror novels and comic books, but those were only stories. In front of him was the real deal, and he was more than ready to deal with both of them.

“Only two?” he chuckled as he stepped forward. “Y'all are gonna need far more than that.”

Each of the monstrosities hissed, causing the green liquid to drip from their mouths. The vines on which they sat stood upright, raising them up high in the air; far higher than Big Mac could ever hope to jump. From up there, they swayed around in the air, attempting to circle the lone stallion.

“Ya need some new tricks, too”, he chuckled as he confidently stepped towards them. “That ain't gonna work on me.”

Looking back and forth between the two creatures, Big Mac slowly decided which to take care of first. It would take all of his cunning, but taking care of both should be no problem at all. Hopefully, it should be the last of them in the orchard, but Big Mac knew there could very easily be plenty of them hiding about.

As he stared at both of the creatures, Big Mac clenched his muscles and got ready to leap. He inhaled sharply, and chuckled quietly. Just as he leaned back, a split-second before jumping forward, his throat was grabbed by a vine. The stallion fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing, but the vine simply tightened the grip, cutting off all oxygen.

Even with his extreme strength, Big Mac's hooves didn't even dent the vine. In fact, it only seemed to worsen the grip. His eyes went wide as the sight of the two creatures entered his vision, each of them hissing mockingly. Big Mac raised his hoof, ready to strike the either of the two, but as his hoof went high into the air, another vine wrapped it around it and forced it to the ground. Quickly following it came another three vines, each of them gripping his remaining limbs and pinning them to the ground.

He struggled, he did, but to no avail. His limbs moved not an inch, and he was forced to simply watch the two creatures approach him. Crept, they did, towards him like a pair of snakes. Yet fear was nowhere to be found in the red stallion's body; only anger and frustration. As he was firmly pinned to the ground, the vine around his neck loosened its grip, and simply forced his head down rather than strangle him.

“Yer gonna regret this!” Big Mac groaned, but the two creates showed no signs of stopping. “Ah'll destroy ya!”

His words were silenced as the first plant creature crawled onto his body. Its legs were cold, but from within it came a searing heat. Drops of the sticky liquid spilled onto his stomach, warming his body and conjuring a haze around his mind. Big Mac was able to shrug it off, however, though he sorely wish he hadn't. The creature slowly approached his face, hissing harshly at him, and it was getting dangerously close.

“Back off!” he yelled, giving one last effort to break free of his bonds.

The creature approaching his muzzle did not heed the warning. Big Mac opened his mouth to yell once more, but the creature leapt forward, landing right on top of his open muzzle. The liquid inside of the creature immediately began dripping into Big Mac's mouth, sending an intense heat surging through his body. Although sticky and disgusting to look at, the liquid was quite sweet, almost like ice cream. Despite his best efforts not to swallow whatever it was, Big Mac couldn't help but slowly let the liquid seep into his throat and stomach.

“Mmph!” Big Mac's head started spinning. His vision was completely blocked by the black creature, yet he could feel the ground below him moving about. Fear had finally been instilled in the proud, courageous stallion's body.

Although he tried, he could not close his mouth. The creature on top of his muzzle had taken a hold of his jaw, keeping it open and spilling even more liquids into it. Big Mac could do nothing but simply lay there and do his best to avoid drinking, but as his mind went drowsy, he found even that difficult.

“M-MMPH!?!”

Big Mac's eyes shot open as he felt something being inserted into his mouth. A thick, throbbing phallus slid deeper and deeper into his mouth, and finally into his throat. Despite it filling him up completely, Big Mac had no trouble breathing, except for his panicked state of mind. Whatever was inside of him, it tasted exactly like the green liquid, except just a bit more salty. For just a second, he contemplated licking it, but he quickly forced the thought out of his head.

“What's wrong with ya?!” Big Mac berated himself in his mind. “It ain't... good! Ya don't... want this! Ya don't...”

As he argued with himself, the second creature kept onto Big Mac's body, ready to strike. It, however, did not get as far as the first one. Rather than creep up his stomach, the second creature planted itself directly onto Big Mac's groin. In just a split second, its green, liquid-filled mouth wrapped around Big Mac's stallionhood, taking in his entire length with ease.

The sudden stimulation and warmth absorbing his dick left Big Mac moaning into the mouth of the creature on his face. His tongue shot upwards and onto the lower side of the phallus inside of his mouth, sliding along its sticky surface. As he involuntarily licked the limb inside his mouth, it throbbed harshly, expanding his throat and leaking even more of its liquid into his stomach.

Slowly, but surely, it started thrusting deeper, shoving itself deep into his throat. A memory of a particular family reunion flashed across Big Mac's inner eye, leaving a heavy blush on his cheeks. Although he knew whatever was thrusting into his mouth was no pony, he couldn't help but accept it, and even caress the phallus. The aphrodisiac in his stomach left him wanting more, and he moaned quietly as he caressed the limb inside his mouth with his tongue.

While his face was being violated, the creature down below gripped his cock tightly, immediately covering it in the green liquid. Although no thrusting occurred, the pleasure was far more intense than anything Big Mac had ever felt; even at the family reunion. The whole which his dick found itself inside wasn't tight in the slightest, but the liquid seemed to clamp down on his penis, as if it were inside another pony. The heat, however, could never be matched by any other pony in Equestria. It caused his balls to stir and his dick to throb so delightfully, and Big Mac's mind was quickly lost to the pleasure.

“Gosh darn, that's good...”, Big Mac thought. “Just a lil' to the right..”

Big Mac's moaned soared through the orchard, muffled by the creature on his muzzle. The very thought of being found like this by his family had completely evaporated from his mind. In that moment, there was only the intense heat in his body, the phallus thrusting deep into his throat and gentle suckling on his dick. Each of the creatures still hissed, but as his body was filled up with the green liquid, Big Mac only heard the sweetest of moans. Had his hooves not been tied down, he would have gladly hguged the creature on his muzzle and held it tight.

“M-MMPH!” Big Mac's eyes shot open in surprise as another phallus-like objected entered his body. This time, however, it did not enter his mouth, but rather another entrance far down below. Covered in the liquid as it was, it had no trouble slipping into Big Mac's well-toned ass, nor did it stop once inside. It thrust forward, filling the stallion up to the brim and gently massaging his prostate.

He was given no time to adjust to the phallus violating his bum, as it immediately began thrusting into him. The green liquid stuck to his walls, lubricating him with each thrust. His body shook with each forceful insertion, and he loved every second of it. The aphrodisiac blurred his thoughts, and the haze covering his mind kept him smiling and moaning.

Depraved as he was, he sucked and licked the phallus inside of his mouth as were it the sweetest of candy. Even though it thrust far deeper into his throat than he had ever experienced, he loved every moment of it. He dearly wanted it to go further, but the creature only went as far as every other thrust. Liquid kept dripping from the phallus, slowly filling his stomach and heating up his body to the point of boiling.

Suddenly, both of the creatures increased the speed and ferocity of their thrusting. Their liquid-covered bodies slammed against Big Mac, causing sticky slaps to fill the air in the orchard. Along with the red stallion's moans, it was immediately clear to anyone what was going on under the cover of the trees.

The creatures hissed, but all Big Mac heard was once again the angelic moans. As they had picked up speed, so did his tongue, and he sloppily ran it across the lower side of the thing inside his mouth. The encouragement seemed to work, as each lick caused the creature to thrust harder and faster. More and more liquid shot out of its tip, forcing Big Mac to gulp loudly every other second in order to get all of it down.

Much to his joy, Big Mac noticed the phallus inside of his ass had started leaking as well. Each time it buried itself deep inside of him, liquid shot into him. It was immediately absorbed by his body, increasing the heat of the fire burning in his body. The vines around his hooves, too, seemed connected to this very act, as they tightened their grip. Whether the aphrodisiac was playing tricks on his mind or not, he did not know, but each of the vines seemed to throb as well.

Big Mac couldn't handle a second more of the pleasure, and he moaned loudly as his dick exploded inside of the creature. Torrents of semen shot through his long, mottled cock and directly into the liquid-filled mouth. The creature below hissed as it absorbed his seed, drinking every drop of it. It cradled his balls, massaging them with the sticky liquid in its attempt to make him spell every last drop.

As he rode his orgasm, both of the phalluses buried themselves deep inside of him; both his throat and ass. They throbbed and shook, causing intense pleasure to shoot through his muscular body. As if electrocuted, his body shook and twitched with delight, rather than pain. That delight, however, was quickly overridden as vast amounts of the green liquid shot from each of the phalluses and directly into his body. A strange, yet enjoyable, sensation of being filled flooded his body, and Big Mac lost all desire to move. He simply wanted to lay there and have his body be filled, licking and sucking the thing inside of his mouth.

Slowly, each of the creatures lost steam, and the torrents of liquid came to a stop. For just a moment, both the creatures and Big Mac lay completely still, the latter panting and moaning quietly to himself. The attack seemed to be over, yet Big Mac silently wished for more. His was was ultimately granted, as each of the plant creatures hissed sharply and immediately set back into full aggression. Their thrusts continued, as did the red stallion's moans.

As his throat and anus was violated, Big Mac's thoughts wandered to his sister. “Take all the time ya need, sis...”