BUCK

“Oh honey! I love you! I love you!” His Cheerilee screamed in ecstasy “Nff! Ahh!”

Bnk. Bnnk. Bnnk.

Cheerilee’s knocking awoke Big Mac from his dull daydream. He speeded his way through his common emotional bouts and trotted to the door, in an almost-drunken yet ecstatic funk.

The big red pony opened the door to his beloved, his very special somepony, in a beautiful dress. The dress was a lovely sky blue, which beautifully complimented her natural pinkish purple; and to top it off, it was strewn with deep red diamonds. Big Mac felt like he took an eternity to take in her beauty.

“Good evening, dear!” she said, “Happy Hearts and Hooves Day!”

“Eyyup,” he said.

“Do you like my dress? It’s a gift from Rarity. She said you would, ‘find it absolutely darling’. Do you like it?”

Big Mac wanted to write sonnets and endless songs to express how absolutely captivating her dress was.

“Eyyup.” He turned before she could respond, to literally bite his tongue.

Behind him was a quaint, small dinner Big Mac had prepared, consisting mainly of Apple Pie and Cider.

“Oh, Big Mac! But it isn’t even cider season!”

“I reckon’d we’d cheat.”

Cheerilee trotted to the small table and began gulping down her glass of cider. Big Mac settled too, and started to eat his apple pie. As he pulled the spoon into his mouth, Cheerilee chimed in, “I love you, shmoopsy-poo.”

The red pony shied back, and found the nerve to shoot Cheerilee a pie-crust-covered smile. Cheerilee giggled and began to eat herself, leaving behind the oxymoron that was small talk with Big Macintosh.

* *

Pie gone, Big Mac and Cheerilee leaned over the table for a nice, apple-flavored kiss. This went on for a few minutes, and Big Mac began to invade Cheerilee’s mouth with his tongue. The beautifully dressed mare broke away.

“Oh, Big Mac. We should take this somewhere more private,” she said, in a hushed, seductive whisper.

Cheerilee climbed over the table and started to press her lips against Big Macintosh again, both of them walking out the door, leaving their messy plates.

The couple trotted, playfully, merrily, across the fields of Sweet Apple Acres to the deeper recesses of the trees. They fell together and began to kiss again, passionately, at the basin of a tall and shady apple tree.

Big Mac found moments like these wonderful, yet dreadful. As far as looks go, Big Mac couldn’t ask for a more perfect other. Cheerilee was one of the most beautiful ponies in ponyville, bar a few others. Big Mac’s inner conflict came from the self restraint he had to exhibit in these sexual encounters. All the things he wanted with all his heart and mind to do, but couldn’t. The things he wanted were bad. Big Macintosh wanted things that would feel good at the moment, but they would hurt him. Even worse, he wanted things that would hurt his Cheerilee.

The red stallion took his role and tore off Cheerilee’s dress, then tossed it up into the branches like so many lost kites.

“Ah! Big Mac, so... to the point!” Cheerilee was excited by Big Mac’s forcefulness, and it showed.

The beautiful, naked pink pony turned herself and and presented herself to her special somepony, widening her legs and showcasing all that was between them. Big Mac stared at her marehood, drawing himself closer to it, and mounted her with all the force of the strong pony that he was.

He paused for a moment, drawing anticipation. This was almost the best part for him. The torture of waiting for it.

“Oh, honey... do it...” she said, with a shudder.

Big Mac lightly pressed the tip of his head into Cheerilee’s moist opening, just applying a small bit of pressure.

“Ahh!” Cheerilee gasped in heat, “Oh... I’m ready for it...”

Big Mac ended her waiting, slowly plunging himself deep into her.

“Ahhh!” shouted Cheerilee. She shuddered under him with every slow stroke.

Big Macintosh thrusted and thrusted, rubbing her at every angle, hind legs quivering. She was so tight; tighter than any mare he had ever been with. Her body was perfect at every turn.

Cheerilee turned her head to face Big Mac, and their tongues met yet again. He twisted and slipped his lips around his counterpart’s with skill.

If Big Macintosh never asked, he would never get his answer. Tonight was the night to go for it, if there ever was a night.

“Mmh... Big Mac... keep going...” Cheerilee said.

Big Mac pulled out. He made a short promise to himself that he would stop if anyone got hurt; but he knew inside himself that that was a promise he wouldn’t keep. He nudged himself against her a little, then began to press up; searching for a new, interesting vessel.

“Ahh! Oh my! Wow! I never thought you to be that kind of person, honey!” Big Mac let out a small breath and pressed a bit harder; speaking with his actions. “Mmhh... I’ve always wanted to... experiment like that...”

Big Mac’s primal, pleasure-driven mind didn’t delay a second. he immediately began to plunge into her in that strangest of ways. He could feel her clenching around him as he barely inched his way in.

“Ahhh! Mnn!”

Cheerilee only enticed Big Mac with her moans. The red pony plunged all the way into her. Then out. Then in. Celestia, it was good. Big Macintosh felt so in tune with Cheerilees body and he became completely one with her. He became enraptured in thought of further “experimentation” and he began to love her faster and faster.

“Ah! Big Mac! Stop! It hurts! It’s too fast! Too big! Ahhhhh!” Cheerilee shouted.

But Big Macintosh was long gone. He had gone too far to ever stop until he finished, which, incidentally, he was about to do.

Big Mac picked up even more speed, rubbing raw against her inside. He fought the friction and pressed harder.

Cheerilee found herself pinned down by Big Mac’s hard figure. He wasn’t stopping. Her heart burned with hate and fear; but especially hate. Friends didn’t do this, and very special someponies certainly didn’t do this. Most certainly not on Hearts and Hooves Day.

Big Mac wasn’t planning on pulling out. He was in this for the long haul; he would explain later. In a way, he had been waiting for years through strange thoughts and missed opportunities, all to have Cheerilee in worse ways than this.

The big red pony rested his front hooves on Cheerilees back

Lifted his hind legs.

“I love you! I love you! I love you!” The stallion grunted in shock, anger, joy, remorse.

Buck.

“Ahh! Oh, ahh! Oh, no, ahhh! Stop! Ahh!” Big Mac held his pose over Cheerilee, leaning forward, pressing down on her back, emptying himself. The pink mare rubbed her forehead raw on the tree bark in her pain and embarrassment. Her back cracked and splintered under Big Macintosh’s weight.

The big red stallion fell from his pose and backed out of his beloved Cheerilee, still in a half-daze. The mare was still sobbing and gasping after being violated. She fell over, and huddled into herself, reveling in a quiet hopelessness.

“Nnhh... punkin’.. pie?” said Big Macintosh, gasping.

Cheerilee slowly rose, both physically and in vocality. “You... I hate you! I’m going home! I can’t be around you anymore! I... I’m not going to call the police, but I never want to see you again!”

No, this was all wrong. Cheerilee just couldn’t say these things. This would ruin Big Mac’s life; he just couldn’t lose his Cheerilee.

The strong red pony ignored the further chastisement of Cheerilee and thought fast. He rose his front right hoof. Sweeping it to the left, he hit Cheerilee in the temple and gave her a black eye. Cheerilee fell to the ground, out cold. Big Mac felt slightly sorry, but it had to be done.

Big Macintosh looked down on Cheerilee’s brilliant pink body. It was lifeless now. Still breathing, heart still beating, but not doing anything unexpected. Totally controllable. Big Mac liked this new Cheerilee best of all.

The big red pony began to formulate a few new fantasies.