Big Mac had heard the words out of Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis, sat there and listened to every word like he had been brought up to do, but even so he still found it rather surreal how casual they were and how sudden this was.

“So my friend what do you say?” Fancy Pants asked him from across their table as Fleur took a sip of her wine. “Up for the old ‘partner switch’ routine for a night to see if you’d be comfortable with us joining this little Herd of yours?”

It was an unconventional type of Herd that was for sure. Fancy Pants had always known Herds as an old fashioned idea where one male took many sexual partners to please him but Big Mac seemed uninterested in being that self-centered on this, rather he seemed to simply want to gather a large group of sexual partners who could enjoy each other.

Big Mac still just looked at the two. He supposed he should’ve expected this sooner rather than later but it was still the first time a couple had just offered to have sex with him and his marefriend. Not a familiar feeling.

Cheerilee meanwhile was curled up against Big Mac’s side, stroking her hand along his arms and winking at Fleur every so often; she knew her friend would be perfect to get Big Mac used to the idea of sleeping with mares aside from her, Fleur never failed to boast about her skills in bed and she was dedicated to Fancy enough that there was no chance in hell of her trying to steal Big Mac away in the process.

“I suppose. I mean, we could try sugarcube?” He asked of Cheerilee again.

Cheerilee couldn’t help but find it adorable how the stallion who was trying to be dominant in the bedroom for her was still so nervous about upsetting her or anyone else. “Let’s do it honey. If we don’t like it we don’t have to do it again.” She promised him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Splendid. I’ll get us a room then shall I?” Fancy Pants said with a clap of his hands as he went to the bar to ask Berry Punch for a room. The bar mare gave a knowing smirk at the two couples which made Fancy blush a little but she didn’t press the issue and handed over two keys.

“Have fun you lot.” She called after them when they had paid for their drinks and proceeded up the stairs.

“Oh we will.” Fleur called back with a giggle. Big Mac was grateful that his own blush couldn’t be seen under his scarlet coat. It seemed like they hadn’t even taken one step before they were outside their rooms, Fleur now openly hanging on Big Mac’s arm.

“Have fun sugarcube.” He told Cheerilee, giving her a kiss on the cheek before being practically dragged into the room by Fleur. The rooms had an old fashioned feel, a four poster bed, a fake fur rug and a fireplace, all of which he utterly failed to notice with the mare now on her knees in front of him and focused on undoing his belt.

“My oh my…” Fleur cooed to herself as she dropped Big Mac’s jeans, running her hand along his length. “I see the ‘big’ in your name is no exaggeration.”

“Is everypony gonna make th- “ Big Mac was cut off by a sharp intake of breath as he felt Fleur’s tongue dancing along his length; it was a wildly different feel to the familiar comforting touch of Cheerilee’s own tongue, Fleur’s was experienced and moved with a practiced grace like what Big Mac would’ve expected a dancer’s feet to move like.

“Cannot fault them for seeing ze truth.” She purred again, playing up her mostly hidden accent for a moment before putting her tongue back to work along his stallionhood, being sure to lick and coat every inch of him thoroughly; Big Mac could feel himself blush in slight embarrassment when she lifted his length up to use that skillful tongue of hers on his underside and balls.

Fleur eventually stopped her teasing and took the first inch of his length into her warm and eager mouth. She gently bobbed herself forwards and back, looking up at him with eyes glazed over in lust. The same look Cheerilee always gave…

He didn’t know exactly what it was that made him pull out and back away but before he knew it Big Mac had slumped against the wall and slid down to a sitting position. Fleur immediately was beside him, on her knees and looking concerned as she turned him to face her.

“What’s wrong? Did I make a mistake?” She was certain she hadn’t but she wanted to afford him the chance to not share if he didn’t want to. She was still only a friend of his marefriend, not what you might consider a full on friend.

Big Mac struggled to find the words. He wasn’t one for heart to hearts and even less so for expressing himself. Except with Cheerilee.

“It’s jus’.... how can I do this?” He asked simply. Fleur blinked in confusion so he continued. “I mean, I love Cheerilee, so much… and here I am about to have sex with a married mare.” He bemoaned; now that the time had actually come, it had all hit at once just how far they were going to go with this.

Fleur looked for a moment as if she hadn’t taken in a word of what he said. Indeed she almost seemed to ignore him as she unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it off slowly, revealing her lacy purple bra. She gently took one of Big Mac’s hands and guided it to rest on her breasts, holding it there.

“Do you honestly believe that this somehow means you love me more than Cheerilee?” His look of utter denial was more than answer enough. “Exactly. We’re living in a modern world Big Mac; couples having open relationships or just doing partner swaps is not some big betrayal of trust or sign of a weak relationship, heck I’d say it shows just how strong the connection is with you and Cheerilee, and myself and Fancy, that we can be comfortable doing something like this.”

She sat beside him, holding his hand to her chest and rubbing his arm with her other, waiting for him to actually respond. It took a few moments before he looked at her in the eyes.

“You don’t seem like a stallion who would cheat on his marefriend.” She whispered to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Because that’s not what this is; she knows exactly what we’re doing. She wants you to enjoy it Big Mac, the same as she’ll enjoy it herself. If you want me to stop now I’ll do so and we can pretend this never happened but please don’t let this end because of a self inflicted guilt trip over something you’re not even guilty of.” She implored him.

Another moment of silence. She sighed and began to apologise before she felt his strong arms wrap around her and his lips cover her own. With a low hum of delight she returned the kiss, their tongues dancing together in their mouths as Big Mac’s hands unclipped her bra and let it drop, letting her perky breasts rub against his shirt. Fleur pulled back long enough to undo his shirt button by button, flicking her tongue toward his nipples as they were unveiled, before he threw it off and resumed their passionate kiss, their exposed upper halves pressed against each other.

Big Mac finally let himself go and become enraptured with the mare making out with him. All his worries about this being wrong, that he should have been solely Cheerilee’s and that this had been a mistake, all vanished as his tongue fought for dominance in the mare’s mouth and his hands wrapped around to her against him. He had already started to let his dominant side out and judging by Fleur’s moans and coos she had no objection at all.

“Off.” He commanded as he gestured to Fleur’s trousers. The model mare raised an eyebrow as she obeyed.

“Very commanding Big Mac.” She teased as she stood and bent over, pulling down her trousers and panties to give a perfect view of her small, firm flank and her wet marehood. She hadn’t actually had a chance to stand up yet when she felt Big Mac’s hands on her, guiding her forward, until he practically threw her onto the bed.

Fleur rolled over to face Big Mac. The sight of him standing at the foot of the bed, his huge erection in one hand as he gently stroked it and a lustful smile on his face aroused her to no end. She in turn spread her legs to expose herself and flicked her mane with a rather challenging look mixed with all the lust she could feel, slowly trailing one of her fingers down to play with herself.

“Ohhh. Big Mac, such a large, delicious stallionhood you have there. Whatever could you be planning to do with it?” She purred with a devious twinkle in her eyes. Big Mac reached her feet and dragged her to the edge of the bed, producing a giddy giggle from Fleur, until she was sitting at the foot of the bed with his length at eye level; Fleur wasted no time and took him into her mouth again but this time it was very different. Big Mac thrust forward in time with her bobbing and soon his hand pressed to the back of her head, Big Mac actively using her mouth for his own pleasure.

Fleur had no problem with it but she did put her hands on his hips for some security. Big Mac did indeed live up to his name as she had said and there was no way in Equestria she would be able to deepthroat him if he suddenly got any ideas.

Thankfully he didn’t; he was rough in how he thrust her face back and forth but he made no efforts to make her suck more than half of him. Once she was safe in that knowledge Fleur let her hands drop from his hips, one moving to fondle and caress his balls while the other moved further down to play with her dripping marehood. She knew it wouldn’t be long before Big Mac was forcing himself into her dripping tunnel and she would be writhing under him and begging for it.

After a few minutes of this rough sucking they were both distracted by a noise from next door. For the first time since they had started they could each hear their significant other groaning and moaning in delight from next door, as well as the faint sound of two bodies making contact over and over again.

Fleur grinned up at Big Mac from around his length and pulled back, Big Mac letting her go. She turned around and, very slowly, positioned herself on all fours on the bed.

“Let’s show them how it’s done.” She smirked at him as Big Mac clasped her flank cheeks in his hands and lined himself up with her slit. “Told you you didn’t have to wo-” Fleur was cut off by her own gasp as Big Mac pushed himself into her, spreading her out intensely. Fancy Pants wasn’t small by any means and Fleur and he had gotten creative but nothing compared to the girth and length from Big Mac’s huge length spreading her open; her arms quickly
failed her and she slumped forward, her flank still presented to him for him to push into.

“Oh oui oui!” She purred in her accquired accent as he went to town with her, pulling her back and forth to slap their bodies together while his huge cock speared her in and out over and over like a piston. Even though Fleur’s body was toned to perfection for the thin loving world of modelling Big Mac could see the her breasts bouncing beneath her and see ripples across her flank cheeks as he continued.

From next door they could hear Cheerilee’s own moans of pleasure, the sound of bliss coming from Mac’s marefriend. In response Mac circled his arms around Fleur’s torso to fondle and knead her breasts as he continued their union.

Fleur was not inactive and simply something for Big Mac to rut though; her hands trailed down as if to finger herself but instead kept going and caressed and massaged Big Mac’s balls as he had his way with her body, clenching and unclenching her flank in time with his intrusions while thrusting her body back to meet him once the initial shock wore off. Already her mind was flooded with pure, uncontrollable bliss at the feel of a strong, powerful and caring lover using her body to bring the two of them to the very edges of paradise.

A sudden increase in the volume of Cheerilee’s moans inspired action from the two. They would not be shown up.

Fleur could only idly wonder exactly when this became a contest while she was lifted up with Big Mac’s cock still impaling her. She grinned an evil grin when she realised what he was doing as he pressed her back against the door linking their rooms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he resumed his furious pounding, Fleur letting her moans echo of the walls to signal to next door just how much bliss she could feel.

A small bump and the door rattling more than ever confirmed to them that Cheerilee and Fancy Pants had come to the same conclusion.

Fleur could envision Cheerilee and her pressed back to back by the stallions being fucked for all they were worth. She licked her lips at the thought of doing it without a door between them and rode out the standing sex against the door for several more minutes before Big Mac backed off.

Fleur was a little grateful. Arousing as it was it wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the bed to have her back repeatedly pressed against.

Big Mac dropped her back onto the bed and quickly shoved himself into her mouth again; Fleur could tell by the twitching and his grunts that he was about to cum and happily began blowing him again.

She was grateful the farmer had remembered not to cum inside of her. A true gentlecolt.

Fleur kept up the bobbing her head on Big Mac’s length, stroking would she couldn’t fit, until she heard him lean his head back and almost roar. Grinning Fleur popped him out of her mouth, leaned back and continued to stroke.

The sight of Fleur practically taking a shower in his cum aroused Big Mac even as he was in the throes of orgasm. When he was finally finished he slumped back onto the bed. A look to the side showed Fleur covered from breasts to face in his seed.

“Uh, sorry.” He said a little sheepishly between pants.

“Oh don’t be silly.” Fleur grinned, also out of breath. “If there is any place for a stallion to finish that isn’t my husband, it’s on my face.” Mac’s eyes noticeably bulged not only at how blunt that was but also that Fleur was now using her fingers and tongue to lick up all of his seed from herself, opening her mouth with a giggle on the last mouthful before very obviously swallowing.

Done with cleaning herself she crawled up to where Big Mac was and wrapped on arm around him, cuddling themselves together. Big Mac took the hint and pulled the covers over them, up to Fleur’s shoulders and up to his chest.

“This herd idea of yours and Cheerilee’s is already giving you doubts isn’t it?” Fleur asked Big Mac, using her hand to guide him into a gentle kiss.

Big Mac just nodded once the kiss was finished, gently stroking his hand up and down Fleur’s back while she snuggled into his chest. “Eeyup. Just can’t see myself keepin’ a harem if I’m bein’ honest.” The big stallion confessed. His doubts and worries from when they started had vanished, lying here with Fleur in bed was a wonderful feeling even if he knew Cheerilee and him were each other’s missing half, but still the idea of having a large harem for himself didn’t seem to sit well.

Fleur nodded understandingly, giving him another quick peck on the cheek. “And that Big Macintosh is what makes you a stallion I am willing to do this partner swap with; a stallion who would never want to keep a harem, who needs persuasion from more than just his marefriend even to think about it but even now I can tell you aren’t about to try and run off with me instead of Cheerilee.”

“Never.” Big Mac agreed simply and firmly.

“Quite. And the same is true of me to Fancy Pants.” Fleur said with a fond smile. “Sex with you is wonderful fun Big Macintosh, fun I hope to have more than just this one night, but my heart shall always lie with Fancy.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Big Mac assured her as Fleur moved herself up to rest her head next to his, the two lying looking each other in the eyes. “So then…. what do we do about this whole ‘Herd’ thing then? I can’t see myself holding a harem to myself and Cheerilee was wanting it and-” He stopped when Fleur placed a finger on his lips to shush him.

“We will sleep on it. For now, I need a warm cuddly stallion because I can feel myself falling asleep.” Fleur giggled as she wrapped herself around Big Mac, who returned the favor. “Goodnight Big Mactinosh.”

“Goodnight Fleur.” Big Mac whispered back, kissing her one more time before laying his head back and feeling himself drift off.

The farmer’s dreams were filled with Cheerilee, as always, but this time he also saw two other predominant figures. Big Mac could never remember specifics of his dreams but this one he was pretty certain involved Cheerilee, Fleur showing up at the farm and a lot of yelling from his family, especially Applejack.

He had begun tossing and turning in his bed before it was interrupted.

“You seem troubled noble farmer.”

Big Mac shut up in bed… except what had been a bed seemed to have now turned into a hammock in the apple orchard. Looking straight up he could see a familiar, elegant figure sitting above him.

“It’s been some time my friend.” Princess Luna said as she floated down gracefully from the tree to stand next to Big Mac’s hammock. Big Mac tried to get up to bow, nearly falling out of the hammock on his tired legs.

Luna smiled. “The gesture is appreciated but you do not bow to u- me.” She corrected herself, still trying to keep her speech ‘up to date’. “But it seems you are troubled my old friend. Surely a stallion such as yourself who aided the Princess of the Night in crushing her enemies should not be so concerned?”

“Luna. We won events at the fair as a team.” Big Mac reminded her. Luna certainly had an interesting memory of it it seemed. “But yeah… I got a lot on my mind right now.”

Luna nodded and then sat herself down as if on an invisible chair. “I have plenty of time.”

Big Mac looked at her, slightly puzzled. “I thought you had to guard foals’ dreams?”

“I do. And I am doing so as we speak.” Big Mac decided not to question exactly how far Luna’s power stretched and instead got right down to the point, explaining all about how Cheerilee had wanted to experiment and start a Herd, how Fancy Pants and Fleur had agreed to the partner swap, his doubts about doing it initially and how now he didn’t think he could go through with a harem.

Luna nodded as she needed to, obviously paying the deepest attention to her friend’s troubles. “Hmm…” Was all she said at first after hearing him out.

Big Mac took several deep breaths as he realised he hadn’t breathed throughout his entire explanation. “Tell me, have you considered not being the head of a herd?”

Big Mac looked at Luna in confusion for clarification.

“I have been around a lot longer than you Big Macintosh; you are not the first stallion in history to find himself as head of a herd and feel he does not deserve or should not go through with having mares at his beck and call.” Luna assured him. “I would, instead, suggest perhaps that you make a herd that has no leader.”

“Does that even work?” Big Mac asked in genuine confusion.

“Oh yes. In fact I daresay by the time I was… relieved of my duties,” Big Mac forced himself to stay completely silent at the mention of Luna’s banishment, “that herds which were about simply a group of ponies coming together to engage in sexual activity with each other, without having to serve or obey one specific leader, were more common than the more traditional herd setup.” Luna told him, obviously liking being able to talk about her past.

Big Mac looked at her with wide eyes. “That… sounds absolutely ideal princess. Thank you, so much.” He smiled at her while Luna gave him a nod and a kind look.

“Selfless and good ponies are rarer than I would like Big Macintosh, and you are both. If anypony deserves some peace of mind, I believe it to be you.” Luna told him before standing up. “For now I will leave you to your thoughts and dreams in peace, but please think about what I have said. And consider your wardrobe.”

That seemed very odd advice, especially from the princess in full royal regalia. It was only after Luna vanished that Big Mac realised he was still naked in the dream world.

Big Mac could only groan to himself that he had just held a conversation with Princess Luna in his birthday suit for so long considering the next image his mind treated him to was Fleur de Lis in a far too tight cowgirl outfit, with Cheerilee already waiting on a bed behind her.

From above Luna allowed herself to indulge her voyeuristic side for a short time longer before leaving Big Mac to his dreams.

Author's Note

So... yeah, this is late. As in VERY late.

I do apologize to my readers about the delay in this and from now on I will try to get these out faster. I cannot promise but I will do my absolute best.

As always, suggest characters you wish to see involved in the story, if I see enough desire for one in particular I will try to write them into the story.