Hearts & Hooves Day: It's That Time Again...
The spring sun hung high in the sky, its warmth radiating down to the ponies of Equestria. This was normally accepted well, but there had been a shortage of water this year, fortunately negated by unicorns. There was one small town, sitting amongst rolling fields that led to the foothills of Mount Equus, upon which sat the crown jewel, Canterlot City.
But this town was occupied by mostly earth ponies, being a farming community, with a large pegasi town nearby, but only a few unicorns. They did what they could, sharing out their magic evenly. It was a great help when the newly crowned Princess Twilight Sparkle turned the basement of her library into a freezer, enchanting the ice to stay frozen for as long as needed.
Of course, some of the town’s very few earth pony supremacists said that the unicorns were keeping the most of it to themselves, but the large crimson stallion had respectfully disagreed with them. He finished his deal, and began the gruelling walk back to his farm, sweat beading at his forehead and his long blonde mane matted to the back of his neck in the unusually early heat.
The customary strand of hay in his mouth was rolled from side to side as he continued the trot, looking forward to a nice cool glass of cider in the evening after all of his work was done. He wasn’t looking forward to the next day, however, but not because of the heat. Tomorrow was a day he always feared because of his youngest sister and her friends.
He had to admit though, that out of the mares they had tried, one stood out from the rest, her curly two tone pink mane bouncing around her face, her caring nature, and the way her curvaceous flank... He shook the thought from his head as he crested the hill between Ponyville and Sweet Apple Acres, proudly surveying what he and his sister had turned their parents’ farm into. “Eeyup.”
He pushed the thoughts of the next day from his mind as he got back to work, wondering what his sister and her friends would try, for tomorrow... Tomorrow was Hearts and Hooves Day.
The mare sighed as she grabbed the next report, the multiple fans around the school house doing little to negate the heat flooding the building. She gave a sigh as she flicked the folder open, before her face lit up at the beautifully presented document. This filly was one of three who got easily distracted, perhaps the quickest, and yet hers was one of the best the mare had seen so far.
Her eyes darted back and forth as she read the contents, and she closed the folder with a smile, placing a bold, capital 'b' in a circle on the front. That would get the filly back in good terms with the staff at the orphanage, and especially with the local weather manager.
With those happy thoughts she moved on, frowning when she read the title of the next file, being one of that filly's friends. The one behind that was of the last of the trio, and a quick glance made her frown harder and giggle at the same time. Laying the reports side by side revealed they were exactly the same, and she closed them all.
She crossed through the 'b' on the first one and replaced it with a 'd', giving the same to the other two. She could see that it was their own writing, but they had still used the same wording. Even the grammar was exact, including the mistakes. She added a note to see her on Monday during lunch. She didn't want to, but she'd have to inform their parents/guardians of this latest development.
She glanced at the calendar on her desk with a sigh, thankful that she could spend the weekend locked away in her house. It was nice of the fillies to try and find her a stallion, but they always tried to set her up with the same one. Even though she did like the way his wavy, unkempt blonde mane drifted as far as his shoulders, and she had more than once thought about being held by his big, strong forelegs... With a shake of her head the mare returned to her marking work.
It didn't take her long to finish, and she locked up the school as she left with a wistful sigh, planning to spend the next day shut tightly in her house, hoping she wouldn't run into three fillies and their more than likely heinous plans, for tomorrow... Tomorrow was Hearts and Hooves Day.
“No, Applebloom, that won't work. We tried that last year.” The Cutie Mark Crusaders sat in their clubhouse early on Saturday morning, happy to have a whole day to work on both getting their cutie marks and getting the farm filly’s big brother a marefriend.
“We did? Dang it, well what else can we do?”
“What about my sister?” The stallion's ears perked at that, recognising the voices of his sister and her friends, the unicorn filly of the group having just suggested the town’s resident fashionista. He gave a slight shudder, but then checked himself, thinking it rude to remember their date like that. It's just she was too picky, wanting everything to be too perfect, instead of just going with the flow. “They seem to get on well.”
That was because they had ended the night with disappointment to the both of them, but once they met up a few days after and talked it over, they were as friendly as ever, perhaps even more so. He knew that the three fillies would be at this all day, and chose to put a stop to it now. He started ascending toward the clubhouse, his heavy hooves making the wooden ramp creak, until he could look in through the window. “Applebloom, Ah want y'all to quit tryin' to get me a mare. Ah ain't got time fer a relationship, not with all the work me an' yer sister's gotta do.”
“But Mac...”
“Nnnope, Ah don't wanna hear it. Now, Ah said y'all could have a sleepover 'ere tonight, but only if t' clubhouse was clean an' tidy.”
“IT IS!” He just cocked an eyebrow at the little pegasus, who shrank back as he slid a hoof over the window sill, a long, deep line in the thick dust. “Uh... it sort of is?”
“Scootaloo, Ah had to work hard to get t' orphanage to let ya stay 'ere.” Her face dropped towards the floor, her ears drooping from the clear disappointment in his voice. “'avin' said that, jus' get the place cleaned and we ain't gonna 'ave a problem. Ah'm off fer my mornin' walk now, so Ah will be checking when Ah gets back. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Big Mac,” came the response from all three fillies as they smiled up at him, and he turned around with a nod, making his way back to his beloved sturdy ground. He started heading towards the path that ran along the front of the farm, and into Whitetail Woods, the route he always used to take with his father, but one that he now walked alone.
The three fillies watched him go before darting to the storage box with their cleaning supplies, eagerly getting to work. If Mac had said that it better be clean, he meant it, and they understood his underlying meaning that if it wasn't, the sleepover was cancelled. After a good hour's work, the small tree house looked almost brand new, with just a few nicks and dents on the walls from their enthusiasm. “Right then, who shall we get for him then? Rarity?”
“Nah, 'e told me they're just good friends, nothin' more.”
“What about Rainbow Dash?” Applebloom and Sweetie Belle just stared at Scootaloo, before turning to each other and bursting out with laughter, rolling around on their backs and earning the ire of their friend. “WHAT'S SO FUNNY?” The pair managed to lower their mirth to just giggles, the earth pony being the first to calm down.
“Scoots... do ya know why she spends a lot o' her time at the farm?”
“She likes to nap in your trees, they're comfortable.”
“Ya ever slept in one?”
“No...”
“They ain't comfortable, that's fer sure, an' she's 'ere lookin' at another sorta apple, if yer get my meanin'.” Scootaloo just stared back with a blank face, causing Applebloom to sigh. “Sweets, get... the picture.” The unicorn gave a grin and skipped over to one of the drawers, where she pulled out a slip of paper and set in in front of the pegasus. “That's jus' after the Runnin' of t' Leaves last year.”
“So Dash has her wings tied behind her back, so what? She also has her fore hooves tied behind her back... and her rear hooves are tied together... and Applejack is... WHY IS SHE KISSING RAINBOW DASH?”
“Because they both like t' mares, Scoots.” There was an audible thump as the filly fell to her flank, her eyes wide. “Now we got that outta the way, mah brother. Any other mares?”
“Fluttershy?”
“Datin' Thunderlane.”
“Pinkie Pie?
“Datin'... somepony, not sure who.” The three of them wracked their brains trying to think of other mares who would suit the quiet stallion. “What about one of t' flower mares?”
“Rose is with Caramel, Lily is too young, and Daisy... I heard her talking about her date with Mr Breezy.”
“Wait... how did you overhear them? You don't go anywhere near their place!” Scootaloo shrank back as her two friends advanced with wicked grins on their muzzles. She didn't have the chance to get away as they jumped at her, the trio rolling around on the floor. They finished up with Applebloom sitting on the pegasus filly's chest, whilst Sweetie Belle kept her rear hooves in place. “Going to tell us then?”
“NO!”
“Okay, you asked for it.” The unmistakable sound of a filly's tortured laughing drifting out towards the apple trees, Sweetie Belle being relentless as she tickled the pegasus filly's hooves, which were well known to be very, very sensitive. After a minute of the torture, she was allowed to catch her breath with some residual giggling as Applebloom stared down at her.
“Well?”
“Okay, you win! I... like to go by and look at the flowers!”
“Scoots, you ain't telling us everythin'. Hit 'er again, Sweets.” All it took was one stroke, the pegasus filly shouting at the top of her lungs.
“I'VE GOT A JOB THERE HELPING!”
“Well, Ah wasn't expecting that. Oh well, carry on, Sweets.” Scootaloo couldn't stop her squeals of laughter bursting from her mouth, but the torture was causing another reaction to take place, one she couldn't control, and she did her best to get free. “What's t' matter, Scoots? Can't 'andle a little ticklin'?”
“I'M GOING TO PEE MYSELF!” Applebloom and Sweetie Belle rolled away with laughter as the pegasus shot out of the clubhouse, down the ramp and behind a tree. They regained of thier mirth and giggled as they looked out the window, hearing the sound of liquid hitting the floor, along with a relieved sigh. Scootaloo made her way back and glared at them, before turning her attention back to their list of mares. “We're not getting anywhere, so I think it's time for plan 'b'.” She turned and looked at Sweetie Belle, who nodded at her.
“Plan 'b'.”
“Well, no sense jus' sitting around 'ere waitin' fer Scoots to piss 'erself again, let's go find Miss Cheerilee!” They shared a three way high hoof before galloping down the ramp and towards the town, ready to get Big Mac his mare.
Little did they know that their teacher was no longer at home, having been worried about what time they would show up, and had decided to take matters into her own hooves. She had arrived at the farm in time to see the three fillies heading into town, and quickly slipped towards the barn. She didn't find Big Mac there, but she did find a sturdy rope that would suit her purposes.
After slipping it into her saddle bags, she took off towards Whitetail Woods, knowing the perfect place, not too far from one of the paths. She had seen the stallion walking along that one every so often, and thought it was a bit earlier than that, breaking into a gallop to get there first.
It didn't take her long to reach the log cabin, which is where she had grown up. A quick check of the outside showed it in good repair, so she unlocked the door and trotted inside. The smell made her blanch, and she quickly opened all the windows to get it out. She set about cleaning it to an acceptable standard, until her ears twitched at the sound of a deep, bassy hum.
She grabbed the rope and shot out of the door towards the path, changing her direction to get in front of the stallion. She jumped out of the bushes in front of him, the startled stallion rearing a little, before relaxing when he saw who it was, the mare standing on her rear hooves with a rope draped loosely around her left fore hoof. “Mornin', Miss Lee. What bring ya out 'ere at this time of t' mornin'?”
“Actually, you do.”
“Me? What could Ah do fer ya?”
“Well, I'm sure you've noticed that your sister and her friends try to set us up each year, so I've though of a way to stop that.”
“An'... an' what's that?”
“We're going to stay hidden for the weekend.” Before he could turn and run, the mare had thrown a perfectly formed, perfectly aimed lasso around his neck, pulling it taught. She fell back to all fours and took the rope in her mouth, dragging the stallion into the tree line. He was worried where she was taking him, until a small cabin came into sight, and he stopped resisting, resigned to his fate. Once inside the mare closed the door and turned to face him. “That's part one done, now part two.”
She removed the rope from his neck and dropped to the floor, quickly binding his hooves. She stood back up once done and headed into another room. Mac looked down with a frown and then tried to follow. He could only just move his hooves, the ropes barely giving him any freedom. He managed to shuffle to the doorway and looked at the mare, who was searching through the cupboards. “Uh, Cheerilee? What's this all about?”
“I can't let you leave, not until tomorrow, once this day is over. I'm sorry, but I can't risk the girls getting to you!” He gave a slight hum as he mulled it over, then nodded to the mare. But one thing still required clarification.
“Did ya really need to tie me up?”
“Well, that's just in case you do get out, I can catch you easily.”
“Ah can just break t' rope.”
“It's one of yours.” His eyes went wide at that, the ropes in his barn being specially made so that he couldn't break them, and now it kept his hooves in place. “I haven't got any food, so I will go into town and get some stuff. There's a bed in the next room if you want to lay down.” She trotted past him, Mac turning to watch as she closed the door and locked it.
He gave a slight huff and shuffled next door, lying down on the surprisingly comfortable mattress. He started to chuckle as he realised that he was in what could be a romantic location with a mare he admittedly liked... even if he was tied up.
Cheerilee peeked out of the alley she was hiding in, barely avoiding the terrible trio. Once they had passed, she slipped out into the street, making her way to the next stall. She had enough stuff to survive on, but it wouldn’t do anything to placate their palates or dull their hunger, which is why she was still buying food items. She didn’t notice what stall she was at until the vendor spoke up. “Well, good mornin to ya, Cheerilee. What can Ah do ya for?”
Her head snapped up with wide eyes, as if she had just came face to face with Nightmare Moon, Discord, Chrysalis and Sombra at once. The jingling of bits in her saddlebags snapped her back to reality, and she looked at the price tags to the side. “Sorry, Applejack, I was in a world of my own right then. Could I get three dozen apples, please?”
“Three dozen? Damn, you must be doin' a lotta bakin' this weekend, huh?” Cheerilee just nodded as the farm mare began to load her purchase into a basket, sliding it across the top of the stall. “Well, as yer buin' in bulk, Ah can offer yer a discount. That'll be thirty bits, please.” The teacher handed the amount over, then pulled the basket onto her back. “Careful now, that’s gonna be a bit… heavy.” Applejack was stunned as Cheerilee not only managed to keep standing, but smile at her and trot off as if she wasn’t even encumbered with anything.
“Dang, she’s stronger than she looks. Now where the hay is mah brother? Ah’m gonna be late fer my date if he don’t show up soon, and Ah want mah Wonderbolt Pie.” There was a whoosh of air behind her and she felt a pair of hooves slip over her head, covering her eyes. “Y'all best remove them, or Ah'm getting' mah rope.” The hooves remained over her face, and the farm mare began to smile widely. “That's what Ah thought.”
The latching of the door caused the stallion to wake, his ears twitching as he listened to the mare trotting into the kitchen. He remained lying down, content to let things just happen. He closed his eyes as the door cracked open, the mare slowly coming closer, and he felt a hoof gently brush his mane. “I'm sorry about this , Mac, I really am, but I couldn't think of another way.”
“Ah don't mind.” He opened his eyes and sat up, softly smiling to the mare, who had jumped back against the wall in fright, with a heavy blush on her cheeks. “In fact, Ah could do with getting' away fer a couple of days. Might as well do it now.”
“Yes... well... I've got plenty of food to last us until tomorrow, and I know how you like your apples, so we've got plenty of them.”
“What about drink?”
“...buck! I... I didn't even think about that.”
“If ya head to t' farm, there are some barrels o' cider in t' barn. Reckon ya can carry one?”
“I'll give it a go. Um... I'll be back soon.” Cheerilee gave him a slight smile, then turned and left the cabin once more, locking the door again. As soon as she was gone, Mac looked to the ropes around his hooves. He couldn't help but chuckle as he saw how easily the knots would come undone, so bent down and gripped one end of the rope in his mouth, and gave it a little tug.
His fore hooves became free, and he went to remove the ones around his rear hooves, but stopped for a moment. 'Ah can't betray her trust. What would that say about me?' Standing from the bed, he shuffled his way to the kitchen, and started to look through what she had purchased. He began to grin as he looked at the little stove, seeing a pile of wood below it, and a box of matches to the side.
He set the individual ingredients on the side, lighting the wood and got to work. He was so enraptured that he didn't notice how much time had passed, nor the mare that set a heavy barrel down on the floorboards. “Mac, what are you doing?” He glanced over his shoulder at Cheerilee and shrugged, opening the stove and putting his creation inside.
“Makin' lunch, Ah'm hungry.”
“But I could've done that for you! And... how did you get free?”
“Ah undid the knots, and Ah don't expect ya to do all t' work. Now, you find somethin' to do whilst I finish up in... why are ya shivering?” The mare was doing her best not to, but Mac had picked up on her slight movements.
“That barrel... it's freezing.” Mac awkwardly shuffled over to her side, draping one of his forelegs over her shoulders and pulled her close. Cheerilee froze for a moment, then melted against his side with a soft sigh. They stayed like that until the smell coming from the stove caused their stomachs to rumble, and Mac pulled away with a chuckle, nudging the mare towards the table. He pulled out a delicious smelling pie, and set it down on the table.
They ate in silence, occasionally glancing at each other. After the meal Cheerilee forced Mac out of the kitchen, cleaning the dishes herself. She found him sitting in the lounge with three folders in front of him, and he was glancing between them. “Mac?” He didn't look up as he responded.
“Why didn't ya tell me that mah sister was cheatin'? Ah let her go have fun with her friends when she needs to be punished!”
“Yes, they have all submitted the same reports, but those three actually took the time to research the subject. Take a look at this one.” The mare picked it up, a big red 'f' on the front, and passed it over to him. He cracked it open, his eyes going wide at what he found. “Exactly. Don't forget, we went to school together, you and I.”
Have gave a small chuckle at that, remembering those days well. He was the biggest colt in school, perfect for the sports teams, and yet he had joined none of them, choosing to work on his academics instead. This earned him the ire of the other colts, but instead of focusing on him, they went after his friends. He didn't stand for that, mainly because most of the group were mares. They were left alone after Mac had beat all the bullies senseless about five times each. “So you see, the reason I gave them a 'd' is because they gave the same in, otherwise they would all have 'b's. If it wasn't for some spelling and grammar errors, then they'd all be 'A' worthy.”
“Hmm, Ah see.” Mac leant forward and placed the folders back on the table, before his gaze was drawn to one of the walls, and the well stacked bookshelf. “May Ah?”
“Of course. Which one would you like?” He just gave her a shrug so she picked up a random book and passed it to him. He read the title and shrugged again, cracking open the cover. Cheerilee selected her own book, moving to the couch opposite, and began to read her own book. It was a few hours later, when the sound of an owl in the woods got her attention, that she looked to find Mac had finished his book, and had been staring at her for an undetermined amount of time.
She looked away with a blush as he turned as well, both looking out of the window to see stars through gaps in the trees. With a sigh she stood up and walked over to Mac, bending down and undoing the knots. She then moved over to the front door and unlocked it, holding it open for the stallion. “Well, we've managed to survive the day. I guess you can go now.”
He stood up and walked towards her, then pushed the door shut... with him still inside. Cheerilee turned to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise, happiness and a small amount of fear. “M-m-mac... you're still here...”
“Eeyup.”
“But... you can go.”
“Eeyup.” He moved around the otherside of her, then began to slowly nudge her towards the bedroom. “Ah said Ah could do with getting' away, so that's what Ah'm doing. An' now ah think’s time to go to sleep.”
“But... there's only one bed!”
“Eeyup. Ah ain't gonna do anything, so jus' relax.” The look in his eye told the mare he was telling the truth, so she let her slight resistance drop, turning and walking to the room. Mac headed back to the lounge and extinguished the fire that had been keeping them warm, and downed the rest of his cider, leaving the mug on the table. He then walked into the bedroom, stopping when he saw Cheerilee just stood by it. “Some sorta problem?”
“It's not big enough for two...”
“O' course it is. Look.” He pulled back the covers and climbed on to the mattress, his back to the edge of the bed. He lifted his right fore leg up and beckoned the mare closer, asking her to join him. She did so slowly, all whilst blushing furiously. She tried to stay as far to her side of the bed as she could, but found herself shifting closer when he brought the blankets back up, loosely draping a massive fore leg over her shoulder.
She couldn't help but marvel at the rippling muscles just under her muzzle, and her body gave a small shudder, followed by Mac's deep, gentle voice whispering into her ear. “Cold still?”
“No, I... I... it doesn't matter. Let's... just go to sleep.” She felt her cheeks on fire as he nuzzled the back of her head before laying still, her heart beating like a filly talking to her crush... which is almost exactly what this was, except she wasn't a filly.
“Come on, Dash! Ah said Ah was sorry!” The pegasus mare just sat on the couch, her muzzle pointed away from the pleading earth pony mare. She felt a hoof on her shoulder but shook it off, turning her back to Applejack. “Ah told ya, we can't afford to close t' stall, an' Mac ain't anywhere to be seen! Ah wanted to close, Ah really did, nothin' is more important to me than you are, but we need the bits right now.”
Dash's ear twitched a little, but she still refused to look over at her marefriend. Not until she spoke again. “Ah'll... you can do anythin' you want, an' Ah mean anythin'...” Dash instantly spun around, pouncing forward and pressing Applejack down onto the cushions, their muzzles inches apart.
“Anything, huh? What if I, say... wanted to use a little potion that Egghead gave us. What then?” Applejack's eyes went wide at that, before she closed them with a sigh and nodded. It was well known throughout the town that the farm mare was the dominant one of the pair, and Twilight Sparkle had managed to give them something... extra in their relationship. But it had never been used on the now unusually timid farm mare, and she had never experienced anything like it either. “Awesome. Let's go then!”
Dash pulled her up from the couch and dragged her upstairs, into Applejack's bedroom. The pegasus went right to the closet, dragging a lock box out from the bottom of it. Applejack went over to her bedside table, opened a drawer and removed a key, passing it to Dash. She then climbed up onto the bed, lying down on her front.
The noise of the box being opened hit her ears, and she gave small sigh as Dash started to giggle. Applejack closed her eyes as she felt cuffs snapped around her hooves, and they were each slowly spread to a corner of the bed, stretching her legs out. “How does it feel, AJ?”
“It's... weird. Gonna take me awhile until Ah'm used to it.”
“Hmm, not sure how long you'll be like this, but we'll see. Now open up like a good pony that you are.” The earth pony opened her muzzle wide, allowing Dash to slip a large rubber ball into her mouth, securing the faux leather strap behind her head. “And now... the potion.” Dash specifically stood where Applejack could watch her drink it, and she licked her lips at the fruity taste after taking a generous swig.
“DASPPHHH, LOOPPHH!” The pegasus mare looked between her rear legs, where her fur was writhing about. She could feel her skin pulling taught, and then something started to grow out of her body. She closed her eyes from the slight pain, but opened them when it stopped. Another glance showed that she had something that wasn't doing anything.
“I think it's busted. Wait… why is my voice different?” Applejack gave a muffled groan, then shook her flank as best as she could, getting Dash's attention. The pegasus mare trotted around to where she could see her marefriend’s nethers, a small sliver of liquid dripping down her lips. Dash leant forward and inhaled deeply. She felt something happening, and turned to look in the mirror, where her mouth dropped open in shock. “I’m… a stallion?”
“Thapphh howpphh itpphh workpphh!”
“I wouldn’t know, normally blindfolded, remember? In fact…” Dash stepped back to the box, grabbed a length of fabric, then crawled up behind Applejack and lay across her back. The bound earth mare moved forward slightly, giving a muffled moan as Dash’s new equipment probed at her entrances.
Placing his body weight down onto Applejack, Dash began to grind his knee against the wet crotch, whilst her fore legs slipped the fabric over AJ’s eyes, tying it tightly but gently behind her head. He started to nibble on one of the orange ears, and the mare bucked her hips in response, knocking the blue knee away, feeling the probing organ once more.
Dash gave a small grunt as Applejack pushed back, letting his newly acquired cock slip past her tight lips. “Applejack, are you sure this is okay?” She gave slow nod in answer, so Dash began to slide forward, muffled whimpers coming from the mare under him. He kept going until he felt more resistance, and knew exactly what it was. “AJ… you’ve never been with a stallion, have you?” A shake of the orange head. “So… I’m… about to take your virginity?”
“Juspphh… dopphh itphh.”
“Okay, but this could hurt a bit. I’m gonna get it done fast, so the pain doesn’t last long. Ready?” Another nod. “Okay, one… two… three!” Applejack threw her head back with a muffled scream as she felt something inside her tear, a few tears dropping from the blindfold and down her cheeks. She felt Dash kiss the back of her neck, and then move back up to her ear, whispering into it. “There, it’s over now. Are you ready to continue?”
Applejack lay her head back on the bed with a nod, soft moans escaping from her muzzle as Dash began to slowly shift back and forth, the dick inside her pressing hard against her walls. Even with the blindfold, her eyes were snapped shut from the pleasure being given to her, and her moans started to get louder and faster as the stallion pressing down on her back began to thrust stronger.
Dash was having an amazing time, and having usually been on the receiving end, she knew just how to move to enhance the pleasure, shifting his hips so that he was sliding in at an angle, making Applejack almost scream with pleasure. He began grunting as her walls squeezed tightly, eager for his release, but he concentrated hard on bringing the mare to orgasm first.
Applejack could feel drool drip from her mouth every time she took a deep breath, blowing it away with a loud moan. The feeling bubbling up inside her was completely new to her, and she was loving it, the way the shaft roughly massaged her insides, the way the balls were being slammed against her crotch, and the warm breaths, accompanied by grunts, that blew past her ear.
Dash grinned as Applejack gave a rather loud, muffled scream, her hooves pulling tightly against the ropes attached to her cuffs, and her walls clamping down on his cock, increasing the pressure. He had to work harder to push past the tightened orifice, which pushed him towards his release. He threw his head back with a loud groan as he hilted inside her, his tip flaring, and his seed filling the mare up with his seed.
He pulled out, the mare whimpering as his softening length came free, and he glanced at the mess they had made. He moved quickly, unlocking the cuffs, removing the gag and blindfold, then carried the still shuddering mare to her bathroom, where he started the shower. After giving it a moment to warm up, he set Applejack down on the floor and started to wash her off.
The farm mare took a deep breath after the hooves stopped running between her legs and moved away, and she slowly let her eyes flutter open, getting angry quickly. “RAINBOW DASH! Jus’ cos yer a stallion don’t mean you get to act like one! Use t’ shower, not mah sink!”
The pegasus looked up with a sheepish grin, pulling the tip of his cock from the water coming from the tap, flapping his wings and fluttering past the glowering mare, quickly washing his crotch area. By the time he finished and dried off, he returned to the main room to find Applejack had changed the bed sheets, and was now sitting on the floor next to the bed.”AJ, when does this wear off?”
“Not fer a few hours. Why?”
“Well, you said I could do anything… but for how long?”
“What else do ya want to do, sugarcube?” Applejack patted the bed next to her, and Dash slowly trotted over, sitting on the edge and swinging his legs. “Ah think Ah know of one thing yer want to do.” The mare stopped the blue legs from moving, and pointed her muzzle up, softly connecting it to the larger and more angular blue one, giving Dash a soft kiss. She pressed forward more, pushing him back to the bed, and then started to place kisses on his fur as she moved down his body.
“Applejack…”
“Hush now, sugarcube.” Dash closed his eyes as his body began to react, his stallionhood growing once more. He glanced down past his chest to see the mare looking at it with some trepidation, before she slowly moved forward and licked the tip. She then closed her eyes, placing her lips to either side and sliding it into her mouth. Dash gave a small groan as her warm tongue drifted around his shaft, and then she drew back a little.
“Damn… that’s awesome… keep it up, mare, keep it up.” Spurred on by the encouragement, Applejack started to move her lips up and down his cock much faster. She reached a fore hoof between her rear legs, rubbing over her still sensitive lips, moaning around his shaft. His head fell back to the bed as his eyes fluttered closed, his cock twitching slightly every time she drew back.
Cheerilee rolled over, her eyes fluttering open when she found herself alone in bed. She gave a small sigh, knowing that whilst she wanted him to stay, it was on the previous day where she forced him to be in one place. She went to rise when the bedroom door opened a little, and Big Mac stuck his head through the gap, smiling when he saw the mare looking at him. “Ah was hopin’ you’d be asleep. Ah wanted to surprise ya.”
“Well, you’re still here, so that’s a big enough one. What have you got there?” He pushed the door open the rest of the way, trotting in with a tray on his back. The smell of his wondrous cooking skills hit her nose almost immediately, her stomach letting its approval known with a loud rumble. She sat up against the headboard with a sheepish smile as he calmly trotted over, sliding the tray into her lap, sitting on the floor and motioning to the food with a hoof.
She bent down and took a mouthful, her eyes shooting open from the taste and she gave him a quick glance, then buried her muzzle amongst the apple fritters, gulping them down as fast as possible. She stopped chewing when she heard a deep chuckle, blushing heavily as she looked up to the stallion, who was looking at her with a soft smile. “This was meant for both of us, wasn’t it?”
“Eeyup. Ah can make some more.” There was a scraping sound, the mare pushing the bowl of half eaten fritters towards him. He bent down and picked one up himself, the mare giggling as she saw her teeth marks on the other end of it. If it bothered him, he didn’t show it, knocking the bowl so that few fritters fell into his hoof, and he nudged the bowl back to the mare, who continued eating.
Once finished, Mac slid the tray onto his back and prepared to leave, but a hoof on his shoulder bid him pause, and he turned to find Cheerilee who had an uncertain look upon her face and her hoof slowly made it’s way to his cheek. She didn’t think it possible of this stallion, but he proved her wrong, blushing furiously as she placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his muzzle. Mac pulled back with wide eyes, turning around and walking out of the room unsteadily.
The mare fell back to the pillows with a sigh, knowing that she had just ruined any and all chances she may have had with the stallion. Mac, meanwhile, was trying to stop his heart from breaking out from his chest, and he could still feel her lips on his muzzle. He finally managed to calm down, sliding the dishes into the waiting water, and then stopped. Do Ah go back, or do Ah clean up?
Cheerilee lay on the bed, absentmindedly staring out of the window, watching the woodland creatures moving around and on the trees. She felt something press against the mattress behind her, and the action caused her to roll over, finding the massive farm stallion looking down at her. “Ah hope ya don’t mind me being a bit forward, but Ah… was hopin’ we could… try that again, both of us knowing about it this time.”
He moved closer, his muzzle inches from hers, and she closed her eyes as he closed the gap between them. She hummed happily until he pulled away, and her eyes slowly fluttered open to see the stallion smiling softly once more. “Thank you, Miss Lee.”
He went to get up, but the mare moved her forelegs around his neck, holding him in place. She pulled him back down, their lips meeting once more. One of his rear legs started to twitch, much like a dog’s when it gets its belly scratched, once he realised she was kissing him much more passionately. Her strength surprised him as she rolled them over, so that he was on his back, Cheerilee lying on his chest and stroking his cheek with a fore hoof. “So… is this where we go?”
He met her green eyes, seeing his own hopes reflected, moving his head up and kissing her forehead. “Eeyup.” He couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful mare upon his chest, then blinked in shock, his eyes wide as his body took over. Cheerilee gave a sudden gasp as she felt it too, craning her head around to see what it was prodding her leg. She turned back around with a coy smile, her tail flicking across the probing organ, and she bent down to blow her warm breaths over his ear.
“So, that’s why they call you ‘Big’, huh Mac?” His body shuddered from the whisper in his ear, and his eyes snapped shut as the mare took it in her mouth and nibbled gently. She could now feel him at full length, and stood up on the bed, teasingly lowering and raising her hindquarters. “Do you want some of this, Mac?” He just glanced up at her, and looked away, suddenly very sheepish. “Oh… my. Mac… have you… ever done this before?”
“...nnope.” It was barely audible, but she had heard the whisper. She stopped her teasing and rolled from his chest to his side, making sure to stay wrapped in his foreleg. She started to stroke his chest with a hoof, then turned his muzzle to face her.
“What’s stopping you?”
“Ah’ve.. been told Ah’m too big, that Ah’d just hurt the mares. Ah don’t wanna do that.” His eyes moved to the wall, trying not to look at the mare that finally understood all the reluctance every time she saw him with a mare.
“Mac…” He gave her a quick glance, but then returned to the wall. “...you won’t hurt me. Nopony could be hurt with you around. Now stop being such a colt… I want this.” She rolled back onto his chest, pushing his head into the pillows with a deep kiss. She felt him probing at her once more, but this time shifted so that his cock’s tip slid past her lips.
Mac looked up in worry as she pulled away with a scrunched up face, before she gave a small moan as he slipped deeper, and she began to rock her hips as she slid down his length. He was quite surprised when she opened her eyes with a pleased sigh, and they both looked down, seeing his cock buried to the base. “See, I told you you’d never hurt a mare. Now, let’s get into a proper position.”
He just cocked an eyebrow at her, but she just smiled and stood from him, getting off the bed and walking to the foot of it. She gave a nod of her head and he followed, standing behind her as the mare placed her fore hooves on the bed. She started swishing her tail from side to side, giving him the occasional look at her glistening marehood, and his body gave a shudder as her scent hit his nose.
Cheerilee smiled as she saw two muscular forelegs out of the corner of her eyes, and then felt his chest pressing against her back, his tip probing at her once more. “Cheeri…” His answer came in the form of her sliding down a little, allowing him entrance. He shifted forward until he was once more buried deep inside her, and then stopped. They remained in that position, until she rocked her hips a couple of times. He loved the feeling, but gave a small grunt as she stopped.
“Uh, Mac? You need to move, or nothing will haaaah!!" He did as instructed, pulling back and thrusting forward, Cheerilee’s speech turning to a loud moan. Mac’s ears twitched from the sound, and he began to grin as he did so again, loving the mare’s panting breaths.
He then began thrusting heartily, taking over the movements from the mare, who was now being pressed down into the mattress, Mac’s chest rubbing along her back, sending a wonderful feeling up her spine. Her breathing found its rhythm with his thrusts, taking in as much air as possible each time he drew back.
Right then Cheerilee was in paradise, Big Mac being big enough to reach all of her sensitive spots, but not painfully so. Drool dripped to the mattress from her muzzle as her eyes were blank, no thoughts able to form as her body gave into its more primal instincts. She could feel it close, oh so close, and then Mac bent down and lightly nipped the back of her neck. She threw her head back with a scream, her walls clamping down on him, her body shuddering as she rode through her orgasm.
The stallion inside of her began grunting as he found it hard to move in and out, the friction feeling good along his length, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust in one last time, burying himself deep inside, his tip flaring. Cheerilee gave a small moan as she felt his warm fluids heat her up, and he slowly climbed from her after his body stopped its shuddering.
Cheerilee stood from the bed, still panting lightly as she turned to face the stallion, and placed a kiss on the tip of his muzzle. She moved into a room in the corner, and he realised it was a small shower room, waiting patiently for her to finish. Mac glanced out of the window, watching the woods for a few minutes, until his ears twitched as the mare stepped back out, throwing a towel over his head with a giggle.
He took a deep breath and gave a satisfied hum as her scent drifted up his nose, and he took it down to find she placed a larger towel on the bed and left him alone in the room. He made his way over to the little cubicle and smirked, finding a small wood burner smouldering away. There were a few pipes running across the top, up the wall, and to above a small section of tiles, where a shower head was placed.
Mac had to stand on his hind legs just to fit in the space, and he pulled on the handle with his teeth, warm water cascading down over his head. He let it soak his body, then shut the flow off, grabbing the soap and quickly rubbing it over his body. He then started the water to go once more, rinsing off. Once satisfied he was clean, he stepped out and grabbed the towel, which was big enough to cover his eyes.
He gave a slight jump when he felt hooves on his back, but then smiled as they started rubbing at him vigorously. The towel was kept over his face until the very end, where it was raised enough to reveal his muzzle, and he felt Cheerilee press into a passionate kiss, humming happily. She took the towel away, and his gaze locked on her. “What? Do I have something on my face?”
“No, Ah… Ah jus’ think ya should wear yer mane straight more often. Yer… beautiful.” She turned her head slightly with a blush, which only got stronger as he kissed her cheek. “Ah meant it. Now, ‘ow about some lunch at t’ farm?” She gave him a nod and took the towel to the kitchen to hang up to dry.
He let her leave the cabin first, then slipped out of the door and waited whilst she locked it. He followed the mare, as she knew the way back to the path, averting his gaze every time she turned back to him. It was rude to stare at a mare’s flanks, even if you had just had sex with them.
They emerged from the bushes onto the well-trodden dirt, Mac taking a look around. He nodded to the left and the pair started walking, their tails entwined as Cheerilee pressed happily against the stallion’s side.
“Well, where the hay are they?” The earth pony filly looked back at her unicorn friend and shrugged, having failed to locate their teacher or the farmer.
“Ah don’t know. Mac didn’t come back from ‘is walk yesterday. AJ had to skip out on her date with Dash.”
“Well, when we came in for refreshments, it sounded like they had made up.” It seemed that Scootaloo had gotten over her shock of the revelation about Dash, and taken it in stride. The trio were heading back to the clubhouse after Applejack had told them not to worry, grabbed a can of whipped cream, and then headed back upstairs with a massive smile on her face.
The fillies’ ears twitched as they heard giggling from a mare, drifting from one of the paths. They galloped over to find Big Macintosh and Miss Cheerilee leaning against one another, both smiling. Their mouths were wide open in shock as the mare and stallion entered the farm, walking past their hiding spot. Mac lead the mare to the farmhouse and allowed her access, then turned towards one of the fields.
The fillies followed along, then broke into a gallop to get ahead once they realised where he was heading, trying to beat him to the clubhouse, but they just didn’t have the luck. “Bloom, ya in there?” The trio stopped, peeking around one of the larger trees as Mac stood staring up with a frown. “Bloom, Ah ain’t gonna ask again, where at?” They stepped out, walking over and plopping down in front of him, their muzzles pointed towards the ground. “Were y’all followin’ me?”
“We’re sorry, brother! we was just worried fer ya!” Mac bent down so that he was eye level with his sister, ruffling her mane with a hoof.
“Ah ain’t angry, y’all are safe, an’ that’s t’ important thing. Now… Ah appreciate that ya want me to be ‘appy, but Ah want y’all to stop tryin’ to get me a marefriend.” They all glanced up at him, and then back to the floor, their ears dropping. “Don’t be upset, Ah jus’ don’t need yer help anymore, Ah got a marefriend now.”
The trio looked up with massive grins, then realised who they had just seen him with, all speaking at the same time. “Miss Cheerilee?” He just gave them a nod, and they started squealing and babbling, their words lost to the stallion as they skipped around him. They all stood still and looked towards the farmhouse as a loud scream echoed from the building.
The fillies galloped after Mac as he charged towards the house, finding Cheerilee trying to come out of the door. He wrapped her in his forelegs, looking to the hallway where he could just make out another pony in the shadows. “Aw come on, I was just offering!” The pony stepped forward, revealing a pegasus stallion, his rainbow mane hanging past his…
“Rainbow Dash, why ‘ave ya got a… a…”
“A dick? Because it’s my turn. Sorry, Cheeri, didn’t mean to scare ya. Still trying to work with these new hormones. Now if you don’t mind, AJ is upstairs, tied to her bed, and waiting for me. The offer still stands though.” The mare and stallion outside watched as the pegasus flew up the stairs, proudly displaying his new organ.
Mac looked down at Cheerilee and kissed her cheek, causing the mare to look up at the grinning stallion, then her stomach growled.. “So… ‘ow about that lunch?” He turned to the visibly distraught CMC. “Ya’ll wanna join us?”
Applebloom, whose face took a color dangerously resembling Granny Smith, glanced at her friends and then at her brother again. “Ah… think we jus’ lost our app-e-tites, brother.”
Author's Note
Corwin Freiss 22:30
So what's next? (apart from Pinkie losing the apple farm)
Me 22:31
Lose the apple farm? Well we can't let that happen, now can we?
Pinkie Pie is in trouble
We need to get there by her side
We can try to do what we can now
For together we can be her guide
Corwin Freiss 22:32
A true true friend helps a friend in need.
Me 22:32
A friend will be there to help them see
Corwin Freiss 22:33
A true true friend helps a friend in need to see the light that shines from the true true friend
Me 22:34
Yee-haw! Now that's more like it! What's next?
Corwin Freiss 22:34
The fimfic readers need you, their mood seems to drop
They march around, faces a frown, and never try to clop
Me 22:35
We'd appreciate a lot
If you'd get out there make them cum
From here to Canterlot
Corwin Freiss 22:36
Come on ponies! I have see you squirt!
Pinkie!
Me 22:38
A true, true friend helps a friend in need
A friend will be there to help them spread their seed
Corwin Freiss 22:39
A true, true friend helps a friend in need
to see the clop you write with a true, true friend.
