Big mac was at his usual mundane routine today, beads of sweat dripping lightly down his toned face and his tensed muscles in his hind hooves bucking the last few apple trees for today. He wore quite the melancholy expression, his sweat dripped face showing no other emotion, like usual. But inside, the red stallion felt empty... crushed and alone. He sighed, walking past Applejack in the orchard. She was also just finishing up her turn as the sun began to fall, her coat glistened and her muscles seemed a bit strained. Ol' girl pushed herself to much sometimes.
"Y'all finished with yer turn Big Mac?" The orange coated mare asked, taking off her hat to wipe her forehead. "Yah dun look so well, feelin' all right thar?" She asked with a look of concern on her expression. Applejack could always tell something was up with him, always moping now a days for the past few weeks. She was his sister after all, it was her job to be concerned.
"Eeyup." Was all the stallion could reply, his own agendas for the rest of tonight were to go to bed and get a good night's sleep for tomorrow's bucking. He walked down to the farm house, taking one more look over the orchard before sighing and trotting inside the mesh door. He surveyed the all familiar living room, a staircase up that led to the bedrooms with his being at the end of the long hall. Applejack raised a hoof to protest but nothing could be said.
Applebloom wasn't anywhere to be seen, she was spending her time having a sleepover with the crusader girls in the tree house for tonight. Granny Smith was out cold in her bedroom and Applejack would go spend the night with Rarity. Big Mac always wondered why they were drawn together, but alas, this was not there story.
Big Mac shut the door to his room quietly, looking around the dull living space. "Calm... relaxin'... silence." He had a bed, nightstand, wardrobe, and desk with stool. Above his desk he had a few crappy made drawings. At least he tried. He trotted over to his bed, thick red blankets adorned the top above the white sheets. He groaned, ideas of what to do racing to his head.
"Nope nope nope! Not ever again." He said in his hushed melancholy tone of voice. He shook his head, sitting up on his bed and looking around the room. The big pony bit his lip, a trail of desperation on his expression as he lent over the side and pulled out a box. "This is gonna be tha last time..." He choked a bit on his words, opening the box and pulling out Mrs. Smartypants. "Ah thought ah was done with yah, yah varmit." He said with spite on his tone, then his expression grew apologetic. He hugged the doll, crying light tears. "Ah love yah, Smartypants... but ah wish ah knew how tah quit yah..." He kissed the doll's wool lips passionately, his tongue gliding over each stitch of the doll. He continued to tongue fuck his lover, holding him in one hoof and holding his ever growing fuck stick, jerking it now and then.
He broke the kiss with the doll, his massive erection throbbing as he sat against the bedpost. He pulled the pants off of the doll, revealing a little hole in the back where the anus would be. He held Smartypants close to him against his tummy, each of the doll's stitched legs on either side of his massive member. "Yah ready?" he gave a coy smile, laying the doll into doggy style and holding him with his forehooves, his cock penetrating deep into the torn mock anus of the doll. Big Mac gave a whiny to the softness of the plush insides around his dick, shoving his fuck stick in more and more till his stallionhood's flare pressed against the temple of Smartypants. Big Mac kept his steady pace inside of the doll, violating it's tender insides. He pulled Smartypants off, dribbles of precum oozing out of the top of his huge erection. Big mac began to wrap Smarty in a jerking manor, using the rough and scratchy doll to jerk himself off as the doll got covered in his sticky love. Big Mac tilted his head back, his eyes crossed and his cock thumping back and forth as he leaned against the bedpost and reinserted himself into the doll, small stitches popping loose as he fucked Smartypants vigorously, leaving no cotton un-creamed. After a good steady twenty more minutes, the red stallion couldn't hold it anymore.
"Oh! Oh Smartypants! Yer so tight! Ah think ah'm gonna cum!" he moaned out, blowing his load inside of the makeshift anus of the stuffed toy. He pulled his now soft cock out, setting Smartypants into his box and pushing it under the bed. Big Mac chilled back, and had a lovely sleep.
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"Ew! Your brother is weird!" Sweetie Belle held her tongue out, scraping off the bad images with her hoof. It was obvious that Sweetie Belle was quite mentally scarred from the whole experience and will not be playing with any of her plushies for a long while.
"Pfft... Applebloom, you never told me your brother fucks dolls!" she laughed, spinning the telescope around and away from the direction of Big Mac's window. She trotted around the room, chucking menacingly now that she had dirt over Applebloom. Just a little bit of something to persuade her later.
"Yah never asked..." The young farmpony looked away, feeling quite shocked and embarrassed for her big brother. He could be quite the doofus but this time sure did take the cake.
"Excuse me girls, but I think I need to go throw up now..."
Author's Note
I honestly can't believe I wrote this. 
"Sweetie! Oh geez..." Applebloom groaned, the squeaky filly taking a step out to puke. "C'mon y'all. Dun be to judgmental bout this..." She said to her two friends. Scootaloo was just now slowing down her laughing fit, wiping a slight tear out of her eye. "Awe come on Bloom! This is some pretty funny stuff! I mean, how long has your big brother been doing stuff like this?" The young pony said with a crude chuckle. "I don't know Scootaloo! Just leave it alone, alright?" Bloom snapped back in defense, Sweetie stepping inside with a more pale complexion then she normally would have. "Girls. Don't fight, please. We can't have our friendship ruined by Big Mac's fetish. And Scoots, just drop it."
Scootaloo rolled her eyes in objection, but managed to simply respond, fine.
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(WIP)
