The Trial of Golden Harvest Showers
The Trial of Golden Harvest Showers
It was five o’clock, the sun was hanging mid-way across the sky, and Big Macintosh, the strongest workload force in the apple family farm, had just finished up and trotted over to the barn. He was tired, sweaty, thirsty, and had to use the little colts’ room. He'd relieve himself by the wall out back real quick, wash himself down by the spigot next to the barns’ West wall before going back to the house to relax on the porch with a tall glass of apple juice and a generous slice of apple pie from the icebox. But before he got there a pink-maned, butter-colored pegasus with the most beautiful, bashful smile greeted him. All of those plans were forgotten as his heart melted at the familiar sight of her face.
“H-Hi Big Mac!” She stammered, her face flush just from saying hello. Big Mac felt his own cheeks hurting from how much she made him smile every time he saw her.
“Oh—H-Hi Flutters,” he spat out in reply. It was hard to tell if he was blushing, but he was. As awkward as they still were, they had opened up a lot, far more than they did with most ponies. They felt a special connection. To most ponies Big Macintosh was so reserved and introverted, he barely spoke a two-word vocabulary, but around Fluttershy his heart gushed, and he could talk his mouth off. Big Mac looked around uneasily, then remembered his family was all in town, and sighed with relief.
“Oh hey! I’ve got something for you!” she said, nuzzling into her saddle pack, “I-I made you some homemade sunflower butter spread!” She said, pulling a jar out.
“Some what?” Big Mac inquired.
“Oh, um, sunflower butter! It's from my garden.” Fluttershy was always concocting interesting new edibles from her cottage garden, many of which Big macintosh didn't take immediate interest in trying. He had numerous unopened jars of her special recipes stored in his room, but any gift from Fluttershy was special. The two of them loved and adored each other, but all was not well in their magical pony world.. Their love was forbidden, and they had to conceal it.
Big Mac’s family had arranged for him from foalhood to marry Golden Harvest, daughter of the financially secure carrot farmers in the sixty acres next door. Despite being lifelong neighbors, Big Mac hardly even knew Golden that well, and the few arranged playdates and meets between them were awkward, quiet, and had no chemistry to them. In fact, to Big Macintosh, Golden Harvest seemed rather stuck up for someone who grew up on a farm just like him. Must be something in those carrots, or her family.
Big Mac took the gift basket from Fluttershy and looked at a labeled card on it. “For you, my big red stallion. Spread it on whatever you like.” --Flutters
“Big Mac, I've got... I've got...” Fluttershy was having a lot of trouble getting this one out, she finally paused, took a deep breath and spat “I've got one more thing for you, but, well... I can't give it to you out here.” she said, looking around bashfully.
“Okay.” Big Mac said. They stood around for a few seconds in the quiet grove. He was clueless.
“Can we maybe go somewhere secluded?” Fluttershy whispered, eyeing him suggestively.
“Oh. OH. OH! Eeyup. Uh, how 'bout tha barn?”
“Are-- are you sure that's safe? Where are Granny Smith and AppleBloom?”
“Ah they're all out in town right now at the market.”
“Um, okay! Let's go!” She chuckled, coming in close to him and wrapping a hoof around his own.
They walked together over to the barn, their initial awkwardness smoothing into a warm, intoxicating comfort in each other's company. Big Mac, forgetting his usual routines, and feeling giddy and excited about what Fluttershy had in store for him, went straight to the barn's back door and entered with her into the quiet space where livestock lived part of the year. Right now though, it was unoccupied. It contained nothing but a bare, dusty floor.
“Just a sec, Flutters.” Big Mac said, reaching for the lantern. But it wasn't there.
“Hello, my dearly beloved. Care to explain what she's doing here with you?” Said a harsh voice. They both jumped. It was the voice of Golden Harvest.
“W-what are yah doin' here, Golden? That's trespassin'! How did yah get in?” Big Mac yelled in shock.
“Ah invited her, along with the other witnesses.”, said another voice in the dark. Big Mac cringed. It was the crotchety, sour voice of his own Granny Smith. She was apparently NOT in town, and she sounded very grim.
Someone lit a lantern and the room lit up, and with a gasp they saw that a whole herd of ponies were present in the room, a few familiar townsfolk, Lyra and Bonbon, Berry Punch, Cloudchaser and Flitter, Vinyl Scratch, and at the end of the room, Granny Smith, Mayor Mare, and Auntie Anise, the eldest matron of the Carrot Family. Flanking these three elder authorities on both sides were their family lawyers, two unicorns with near matching suits, pale skin and dark maroon hair. They all stood around the room, looking to each other to wait for one of themselves to speak. This could not be good. Fluttershy whimpered and huddled against Big Mac.
“Granny, what is this?”, Big Mac demanded fearfully.
“...Ah'm sorry, Big Mac. But as Matron of this family, it's mah responsibility to uphold our family's contractual obligations. Our two families had an agreement, Big Mac, you are to be married to the firstborn daughter of the carrots, Golden harvest, when both of you are matured. But you and Fluttershy here are accused of betraying that agreement. And ah'm afraid ah have no choice now but to serve justice to ya both.”
Fluttershy trembled, hugging in closer to Big Mac, who sheltered her under his chin and foreleg.
“Here are the witnesses to your violation.” said Auntie Anise.
Lyra and Bonbon spoke first, looking at each other for support. “We... yeah, we saw them in the alley behind Sugarcube corner after Pinkie Pie's Law and Order: Saddle Inspectors Unit marathon party, they were kissing and heavy petting with excessive force!” they said.
Berry Punch looked a bit odd, her eyes seemed a bit glazed over, but her face looked tense and serious. “They get it on most every night, when that old moon gets so big and bright, they keep it loose they keep it light, EVERYONE WAS DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHHT!”
“That’s quite enough, Miss Punch.”, said Mayor Mare.
“AH OBJECT YOUR HONOR! THAT WASN’T EVEN A TESTIMONY, THAT WAS JUST KING HARVEST LYRICS!”
“Silence, Mr. Macintosh, there are still more witnesses.” said Mayor Mare.
“Yeah-- Um, Like, speakin’ of music, I saw them come into my record store, and they bought a Blondie record together! A male and female pony don’t do things like that together unless they’re totally getting serious with each other.” said Vinyl Scratch with a weird upward inflection.
“HEY!” Big Mac angrily retorted, “THAT IS A BOLD-FACED LIE, GRANNY, WE BOTH HATE BLONDIE, WE BOUGHT A HEART RECORD, AH SWEAR!”
“Silence! The witness stands.” said Mayor Mare.
“Why-- why do y'all have to be here like this? Can't-- Can't we settle this privately?” Big Mac pleaded to his Granny Smith.
“They were witnesses to the crime, they will be witness the punishment.” said Auntie Anise icily. Big Mac glared at her for answering.
The ponies all blushed and looked around awkwardly, but none of them denied it. Of course. Everypony knew why so many average folks just couldn't be trusted, and would snitch on an act of contractual adultery. It all came down to the fact that they were perverts. It was that season of the year when everypony had an itch to scratch, and one easy opportunity to get into a free mare party, with particularly depraved potential displays, was to snitch and claim witness at a family trial. They were here to witness their punishment, watch them being humiliated for arousal, and clop to it.
Big Mac looked for anything he could. “Tha, tha other elements won't stand for one o' their own bein' treated this way! Celestia won't either! We want a civil trial for this!” he argued. The other five of the mane six were currently away at an antiquing expo in Hoofston. Fluttershy wished she had decided to go with them, but goddess she hated the humidity there.
“Now Big Macintosh, These laws are clan established, they go back farther n' some magic friendship bracelets. These are even older than the alicorn princesses 'emselves. These are blood-bound laws of matrimonial order from the original herd clans. Ya can't disobey them!” scowled Auntie Anise. “And if you do, you have to serve under their justice.”
“You and Fluttershy dun goofed, an' this is the time honored way ter set things right from it.” Granny Smith said with a sad, but serious tone, looking off to one side, not able to look her grandson in the eye.
The attorney ponies pulled Flutters away from Big Mac, and nudged both of them to stand before Granny Smith and Auntie Anise. The two elder ponies quietly discussed with each other for a few moments, then nodded to one another. They both signed and handed a scroll to Mayor mare, who was presiding over the family trial as judge.
Mayor mare read aloud:
“We two families, from the witness accounts, declare Fluttershy and Big macintosh guilty of adultery, in violation of previously established contractual marriage agreement, and declare that in order to set things right again, Big Mac and his rightful betrothed, Golden Harvest must delay no further and consummate their contractual obligation with a full rut to be held before the presiding court at a mare party to take place immediately at the present location of the verdict. Big mac, as punishment for breaking your vow to Golden Harvest, you must do everything as Golden Harvest instructs you at this party, and are barred for life from consummating with Fluttershy, even as secondmare, and Fluttershy, as punishment for your unfaithful interference with Big Macintosh and Golden Harvest's union, are barred for life for consummating with Big Macintosh as secondmare, and for the duration of the proceeding mare party, you will play the role of fluff, and must fully comply with any request Golden Harvest makes of you, in order to best serve her, big macintosh, and the other party guests, under the strict condition that you cannot in any way touch Big macintosh's genitals.”
Fluttershy sobbed. It was going to be a rough evening. Big Mac tried to comfort her, but the attorney ponies both activated their magic, and a magical aura wedged its way between them and pushed them apart, to their great distress.
“We will now begin the consummation. Big Macintosh, step forward and approach your to-be for orders.” read Mayor Mare.
Big Macintosh struggled to reach Fluttershy through the barrier field, but it held him back like glowing saran wrap.
“Hhhmmm....” said Golden Harvest, walking up to them both and circling like a spoiled cutesinera filly looking over her gifts, “This is all rather rushed, We haven't even had the time to freshen up. But no matter, I've just found a use for Fluttershy here. Fluttershy, come and please freshen up my bits for Big Mac.”
Fluttershy idled hesitantly up to Golden Harvest, looking at her fearfully.
“Well get on with it.” she ordered, starting to get a feel for her new power. Fluttershy approached her rear end. Her smooth goldenrod coat was only a slightly creamier tone than her own, her rich carrot orange mane was curled and luxuriant, her olive eyes gleamed with arousal and malice. Even in this context, Fluttershy found her body a little enticing.
Harvest lifted her tail, exposing her dark-skinned, equine vagina and anus. It was a little dry and sticky looking, and a few of the hairs from her tail were stuck to it. Fluttershy nudged the hair with her nose and combed it into order with her teeth, nicely coiffing it together so it hung neatly up and over the front of her haunch, and, with harvest's eager rump-shaking, stuck out her tongue and began to weakly lick at her. She licked up the radiating lips and parted them, licking and salivating on them to make them slick and wet, licking and nudging around the pink folds beneath and tasting them.
Fluttershy hated admitting to herself she found a tiny bit of arousal in it. She felt them twitch and tremble at her tongue, lapped across the clitoris and felt the first juices flowing, salty and fishy, but not bad, if not a bit too familiar. She was straight, never having been with another mare, and eating this one out was a completely different experience.. She had only a few experiences before with males at mare parties her friends had insisted going to, but even at the parties she never got past a bit of fondling as second mare, she hadn't rutted with a male yet, or done anything with a female. Now she was having her first lesbian experience through an exhibition of rape to an eager audience.
It was humiliating performing for a group and having to do it through force, but it was not unbearable. Fluttershy breathed deep and swore to herself she and Big Macintosh would get through this. Hoping she had done enough, Fluttershy pulled away, a tiny string of saliva hung between her mouth and Golden's cunt before she wiped her mouth with a hoof. Golden put her tail back down and rubbed her haunch, eyeing her seductively, and turned her gaze back to Macintosh.
“Big Mac, turn around and let me see your ass.”, she requested.
Big Mac, glaring at her, slowly turned about.
“WHEW!” Geez you smell. But where are my manners? Of course, you just got back from putting in a hard day's work and haven't even had the chance to bathe before we threw this party for you. No worries! Fluttershy! Be a dear now and clean off his swamp ass with your whore mouth to make him proper for me.”
Trembling with all eyes on her, Fluttershy walked over behind Big Mac. Her face hovered for a moment right behind his tense red buttocks, staring forward at them. Big Mac turned and glanced at her apologetically and stared back down in shame. Her nostrils flared and lips curled a bit as she got a first whiff of his sweaty musk. Wincing her eyes shut, she dove into the crevice of Big Macintosh's sweaty, grimy nethers, parting his red asscheecks with her pert yellow nose. Big Mac shut his eyes and sucked air through his teeth. He felt terrible standing there subject to Fluttershy being forced to do this with him, but he also felt-- it felt so... so... Her little pink tongue peaked out of her mouth and slurped up and down Mac's crack. His body odor wafted more from her actions, making the witness ponies across the room catch a whiff and reel a bit. It was like sweaty ass cheese sprinkled on a rotten apple sundae. Fluttershy was right in it, not only smelling it, but tasting and consuming it. Raking her tongue across it like a wipe, tongue-bathing him like a bitch and her pups.
The ponies in the room had clearly found what they had come to really see. They leaned in from where they sat, eyes lit up, mouths agape, hooves moving towards their crotches. It wasn't long until they were shamelessly sitting where they were pleasuring themselves to the sight of her degrading exhibition. Mac's powerful masculine funk from 10 hours of hard outdoor labor became intoxicating. Vinyl Scratch peeked over her superfluous sunglasses and began to play the vagina DJ, her cheeks as red as her eyes. Cloudchaser began cooing as she watched with her lip almost bleeding from biting down, and reached down her friend’s front and began to schlitter with Flitter’s clitter. Berry Punch hiccuped, giggled and just hoofed herself awkwardly, and Lyra and BonBon made true on every rumor about them.
Fluttershy licked up and down, and, by Golden Harvest's persistent egging on, eventually stopped and lingered on Big Mac's greasy asshole. She worked her tongue around and around its tight ring of muscle, exploring every bump and crevice, and diving into its inner center where it went from black to pinkish. She strained her neck to push as far as she could into it, until every bit of it was covered in spit, every bit of sweat and oil licked up. Fluttershy's whole face was now covered by a grimy, grainy sheen that smelled like the underside of a cast.
Despite this, she was starting to forget how humiliating this was supposed to be for her, though this was definitely not something she would have proceeded with normally, it wasn't so bad, she thought once the initial shock went away, at least she was with him, doing something nice for him. Some serious arousal began to take hold, and Fluttershy began exploring her boundaries. Even Fluttershy didn't know she had it in her. She moved her way up the bare black skin of Big Mac's perineum, her face covered by the orange tuft of tail hair as she trailed underneath it.
As Flutters tongued Mac's dirty ass, Harvest, aroused by the sight, and seeing the guilty pleasure Big Mac was getting from it, wrapped her forehoof around his shoulder and kissed him passionately. The feeling was not mutual. Big Mac barely moved his mouth in return, his face paying no attention, lost in the ecstasy of Fluttershy's pucker-pleasuring tongue-work. He was annoyingly moaning into her mouth from it, his eyes rolling back, oblivious to her, his lips like stone. Big Mac’s tail involuntarily flicked at Fluttershy's face, tickling her nose, making her giggle a bit from behind him, which made Golden Harvest furious.
How could she be finding some sort of enjoyment in this?! Harvest fumed.
The five witness mares in the room continued hoofing themselves off at the sight. Mayor Mare was blushing and had her legs crossed and hooves resting awkwardly against her lap. Even Granny Smith and Auntie Anise, witnessing their own grandchildren being forced to perform obscene sexual acts in front of them, were getting hot around the collars. Too old and dignified to do something so shameful in front of others as clop, they pulled out fans and fanned themselves, red in the face and sweating.
Granny Smith was truthfully horrified inside to see her grandson subjected to this, but she respected the old herd laws, and couldn't stop it. But she averted her eyes from looking right at he son, it broke her heart to see him so humiliated. Auntie Anise relished the sight, seeing her granddaughter getting ‘justice’ for the Apple families' unfaithfulness to her.
Big Mac's whole rear side was starting to look and smell a lot cleaner now, it looked like all of it had now transferred itself onto fluttershy's filthy face. Her breath smelled like ass cheese. Big Mac was reeling in guilty pleasure, standing tense and perky, his dick unsheathed and rock hard underneath him as she worked at his sphincter and dock. He was blushing so hard his face looked a little redder. Fluttershy, forgetting the terms of her punishment, or that she was even being punished in her heat of passion, moved downward, starting to lick the sweat and salt off of Big Macintosh's rotund scrotum...
“--UH-UH!” Golden Harvest snapped, breaking her attempted kiss with mac. “We said there will be NO touching of his goods by you, you cuckolding little slut. Ah saw you back there trying to sneak in a teabaggin'. Ah said to lick his chocolate donut, not his salted nuts! Just for that-- Ah'm giving you a front row seat to the very moment you were hopin' you could steal away from me!” She angrily fussed, starting to pace the floor frantically.
“Ah, well I do see your dirty work has made my Big Mac good n' ready.”, she said, staring at Mac's erection. Good job, Fluffershy. Now ah'm giving you the honor of assisting us in our first rut!”
Big mac and Fluttershy hung their heads in defeat.
“Here, ah don't want to make a mess of the barn floor, so you just lie right down in the dirt under us and make sure to catch any mess we make. Don't you dare let a dollop of it hit the floor.” she said with a wicked smile.
“Not a single dollop!” shouted Berry Punch, guffawing dumbly, prompting an order of silence from the attorneys.
Fluttershy, looking horrified, went to the spot Carrot Top pointed to on the barn floor and rolled onto her back, looking straight up. Golden Harvest stepped over Fluttershy and positioned herself to stand directly above her, her backside hanging over her head and her front hooves by her backside. Giddy with glee, she toyed with Fluttershy's back legs, holding them and bending them back a little against her belly, making her bottom stick out, round and pout, exposing its own moist nethers. Harvest bent her head low and took in a subtle whiff.
“Heh... Ah can tell you've been a little turned on by all this? Was it from cleaning my sweaty cunt or slurping Big Mac's dirty butthole? You're a nasty lil' slut, aren't you? Your kind make the perfect fluff. Ya act all modest an' quiet but ya know you were born to be a doormat. You love it.”
Golden stood up and arched her back, flexing and stretching, feeling her own arousal setting in strong as she readied herself to take on the big Mac. Exposed, prepped and positioned, and standing over her humiliated rival like a subdued beast. It was a sensuous storm for her. Her black-skinned dripping mare vag was winking, already drizzling a light patter of thick fluids onto Fluttershy's face below. But Big Mac's cock was still erect from Fluttershy's rimjob, and he stood over her head now, behind Golden Harvest, looking down at his love with helpless remorse and guilt. Golden Harvest stood prostrate in front of Big Mac, her tail lifted, exposing her radiating, winking mare vagina to him.
“Like what you see, Big Mac?” She jeered.
But Big mac wasn't even looking at her. He was looking under her, at Fluttershy, who stared affectionately up at him, face pattered with Golden Harvest's juices, red with tears in her eyes at her current situation, but he brought a small smile to her face just being there with her through it.
“Big Macintosh, is this your first rut?”, cooed Golden, looking back at him biting her lip.
“Eeyup.” he said unhappily.
“Do you know what to do?”
“Nope.” he huffed.
“Just put your front legs up over my back, and I'll take it from there.”
Big mac's dick was starting to go limp, and hanging down. His cock wasn't touching her, he was just resting on her. He felt like he was leaning over a table visiting the doctor's office, nothing was remotely sexy about this to him.
Harvest turned her head back at him impatiently. “Well come on, Big Mac, you're already this far, fuck me!”
“Nope.” Big mac blurted.
“...What did you say?” she said in a dangerous tone.
"Ah... Ah said nope."
"Why?" She growled.
Big Mac searched about. The whole room was watching tensely, the lawyers and his grand elders of both families looked at him disapprovingly, expecting a reason. He searched for words of righteous rebellion, of utter defiance, 'because fuck you, that's why!' he felt like saying, but his bashful heart gave in. He just couldn't. All he could think to say was,
“Because Ah- ah gotta pee!” Golden Harvest closed her eyes and trembled with an impatient rage, but glanced back down at Fluttershy, quietly weeping below. A wicked grin spread across her face.
She composed herself and said, “Now where are my manners again? How rude of us, not even giving you a break first. You and Fluttershy are both excused.” She said deviously.
Big Mac dismounted and backed away from Golden Harvest uneasily, and Golden stepped off from Fluttershy. Fluttershy gathered herself up, looked up at her and went over to the edge of the wall on one side of the barn and cowered, filthy and wet from Golden's leaking fluids. 'Big mac won't want to hold me like this, I'm disgusting.' she thought to herself pityingly. Big Mac went to comfort her and was stopped by another field.
"Visitation is not allowed, Big Mac, you were granted a bathroom break, not a visit." said the attorney.
"No, it's okay, miss attorney. In fact that's exactly where he needs to go." said Golden with an evil smirk.
The room quietly looked about in confusion for a moment.
"Go ahead, Big Mac. The urinal's right there. Let's see how yellow this pony can really get."
"Nope...." said big mac, shaking his head fiercely at her.
"Yes." she hissed lustfully.
“Now just wait a darn--”
“USE. HER.” Golden said forcefully.
Big Mac snorted with rage and tried to buck at Golden Harvest but was stopped and restrained.
“NO! Ah ain't gonna do it, I'll just go right here!"
Big mac began to pee where he stood, a powerful stream falling to the floor, but it stopped an instant second later. He felt a shocking feeling as a field of magic squeezed down on him the last place anything should have. He squealed and looked around, and saw one of the attornies focusing her magic on him. The fucking lawyer pony was pinching his dick closed with her magic so he couldn't pee!
“Aah! why?!” Big Mac yelled, in a much higher pitched voice than he wanted to.
“Now now, Big Mac, manners! You don't go on the floor in your own barn! Use the proper facilities!”, she said deviously, turning to Fluttershy, who looked on in horror at Big Mac.
“Get in position, Fluttertrine. Your stallion needs to piss. You're wasting his time." said Golden Harvest.
“Ah—Nah listen, I know our laws, and I know what we did was wrong, but this is going too far! Ya can't make us do this!" he roared.
Granny smith had her head in her hoof, shaking her head in shame, but she reluctantly announced,
“Ah'm afraid there's nothin' to it, mah hooves are tied, it's permitted. As the Fluff commanded by Firstmare, Fluttershy has to comply. Sorry, Big Mac." she said sadly.
“Ah-- Ah don't have to go, Ah'm fine.” Big Mac said, trying to stand properly even though he had to go so bad he couldn't keep his legs still or spread anymore.
“It’s okay, Big Mac. I'm here for you. I don't want to see you hurt yourself holding it anymore.” Fluttershy whimpered.
The field lifted, and Big Macintosh was allowed to proceed and be close to Fluttershy again. He was desperate to be near her, but not like this. Not for this.
The room looked on quietly, the air was thick and sweltering.
Fluttershy sat hunched over on her haunches by the back wall, and as he approached her looking helpless and desperate she looked sadly, but acceptingly up at him, and sat up and leaned her back against the barn wall, belly-up, head leaned back to him. Big Mac didn't know how to do this, or what he was doing. He tried hiking his leg, but it didn't seem right, so he bucked up and rested his hooves against the barn wall, looking down at Fluttershy. His black, speckled equine cock rolled flaccidly out of his sheath. He held it up in one hoof and awkwardly aimed it down at her.
Big Mac just stood over her and waited, but nothing would come out. He was horrified to start. He hated even trying to pee in public, with others seeing him waiting in line behind him at the urinal trough. This was far, far worse than that. He couldn't think about that. He had to think about apples… Or that he was just out in the field like normal, behind the trees taking a leak in the bushes like any normal day with no one around.. Finally, a stream of piss sprayed out. But instead of harmlessly pattering onto the ground, or into a ceramic trough, it made a weird sound as it landed against a pony’s body. He aimed low, pattering against one of her legs. dark stream flowed across her fur. she cried softly as it hit her.
Golden Harvest looked impatint. "That won't do, Big Mac, it's going to waste. Look, her face is still filthy from cleaning your asshole. why don't you wash it off for her? Do it now, Big Mac, or I'll have the rest of the guests here do it for you." she said in a harsh tone.
Big Mac cringed, teary-eyed as he moved his stream upward across her belly and chest. Fluttershy wasn't ready, and winced, wimpered and squirmed as his stream reached her face. He moved it around, horrified but a little mesmerized by the look and feel of his thick stream hitting against her nose, eyelids, forehead, and soaking into her beautiful hair, before flowing warmly down her chin and neck and trickling down her front. Tears welled in her eyes and mixed into the urine.
Big Mac regrettably realized he hadn't really drank enough fluids to stay hydrated that day, and as a result, his urine was thick, hazy, and dark orange in color. Its consistency was more like melted butter than water. It looked like their family's special reserve cider, but it certainly didn't smell like it. It had a strong, stinging odor that Made Big Mac want to turn his head to avoid getting more whiffs of it, he couldn't imagine what it must have smelled like for Fluttershy. She gagged and blew loudly to blow it out from her nose.
"No, no no, you're still getting it all over the barn floor! Shameful. Open your mouth, you whore. He's giving you something, accept it!" ordered Golden tauntingly, in the middle of massaging her cunt to the sight.
Fluttershy gulped, her eyes widening, and looked up at Big Mac fearfully, but acceptingly, and opened her mouth to him. Big Mac gulped, temptuous adrenaline rushig through him at the sight. She waited as Big Mac hesitantly aimed his stream directly at it. Big Mac was filled with more self-disgust as he filled her mouth like a cup, her tongue submerged and writhing around in his urine. The wet, spashing ambience of urination echoed through the tense room, amplified by the hollowness of an oral cavity. Big Mac shuddered with feelings he didn't want to be getting from this experience.
Fluttershy opened wider and looked up at him in a daze, flaunting her gaping maw, full to the brim and overflowing with his dark, murky piss, like a backed up urinal. A bit of scummy foam hung over the edge of her lips.
Big Mac felt the horrible pinch of magic closing down on his dong again, stopping the flow.
“Aah! What are you doing?!” Big Mac yelled like a soprano.
“No, what are YOU doing? Ya don't just keep pissin' into an overflowing toilet! Ya gotta flush it first!” said Harvest with a wicked smile. She turned to Fluttershy.
“Swallow, you bitch.” she hissed through gritted teeth.
Eyes red and watering, green in the face, but no longer gagging or sobbing, Fluttershy looked back at Golden Harvest's eyes with a determined scowl, closed her mouth and swallowed it.
Big Mac vomited into his mouth at the sight, and fought with himself to swallow it back down so he didn't ralph all over Fluttershy. That was the last thing she needed to top everything else off. Most of the ponies in the room, already shamelessly pleasuring themselves while watching, loudly sighed and moaned in arousal at this event, a few audibly ejaculating at the sight of the depraved display.
“Oh Bonbon you should do it more like she does.” Lyra moaned to her friend while sucking on her creamy neck, which she may have said louder than she intended, by the look on their faces s everyone turned and glanced at them.
“Keep going…” Golden Harvest ordered in an aroused ecstasy, eagerly flicking her cunt-soaked hoof at them.
Aside from his nausea, Big Mac still stood there in sharp pain, still needing to go badly but having his flow held back by a field of energy pinching down on his cock.
Fluttershy saw his discomfort and looked up at him sympathetically.
“M-more.” she stammered, opening her mouth again for him. She couldn't stand to see Big Mac suffer.
To Big Mac's relief, the magical grip released and he was allowed to pee once more, the pressure of being held back sprayed like a firehose on Fluttershy's face for a second or two before he directed his aim back at her mouth.
“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Berry started to chant.
Fluttershy looked up at Mac as her mouth filled to the brim again. But instead of stopping and letting it overflow, her neck lurched and she managed to swallow the next mouthful of piss without closing.
“Good, good job, my little toilet. Drink him down.” moaned Golden, red and dripping from arousal, stroking herself like a purring kitten.
Fluttershy continued on, her red eyes staring dazed at Big Macintosh as she guzzled mouthful after mouthful down the back of her throat. She got better with each swallow, trembling and gagging less until around what must have been the twelve mouthful she looked practically thirsty for more. He looked down in guilt, green at the gills himself. Her breath wafted up to him through her nose, blowing the acrid odor of his own urine back up to him.
Big Mac was awash with remorse. He should have known better than to be so reckless, risking being seen with her around town, taking up with her knowing full well the consequences of breaking his family's pact, of pulling her into his family's harsh, brutal ways of doling out “justice”.
He also wished he had stopped and gone more during the workday and not held it in the whole time, he now had to go so badly he felt like he must have stood there for over a minute, whizzing relentlessly into Fluttershy's waiting mouth, wishing he could stop but couldn't. She must have had to have guzzled over a litre of his micturition down as it steadily spouted from his dick.
He felt horrible for what unimaginable trauma he must have been putting her through. He almost cried right there, but kept his face strong as he looked down at Fluttershy with apologetic eyes. He wanted to look away from her in shame, but he couldn't abandon her, and her expression relayed to him no ill feelings. 'We are going to get through this,' her eyes seemed to say, hurt but determined.
An even worse guilt was coming to Big Mac. Seeing his Fluttershy drink all his piss down was making him hard, and the flow was starting to restrict from it. He pressed down with his hoof to keep it facing at her but it was becoming difficult. With everyone closely watching, he knew they noticed. He tried to think about other things to let it loosen so he could finish. His stream finally slowed to a trickle, and he shook himself off across her face, knowing Golden would demand it, and kicked back down from the wall.
Fluttershy was a wretched sight. Her whole face and front were sodden and stained orange with piss. She fell forward back onto all fours, looking very sick. She belched and dry-heaved.
"Excellent show, delicious to watch. And don't you dare throw it all up, or I'll make you the only available bathroom facility for everyone at this party." said Golden.
He knew there was no more resistance. In all of his stalling for time he realized he had only made things worse by delaying, in the worst sort of way imaginable, the inevitable. He would have to rut the mare he didn't love right in front of the mare he did love. He hung his head low and faced Golden Harvest.
"Now, you're all relieved, are you ready now?"
Big Mac didn't say a word. He didn't look at her.
"Very well. Fluttershit, get back over here."
Fluttershy half crawled over to her and laid back down on her back under Golden Harvest. Golden wrinkled her nose at the smell, and avoided touching her, but grinned in satisfaction at her pitiful state.
"Come over here, Big Mac. And take me." She said alluringly to him, her tail flipping back over, exposing a dripping, winking cunt.
Big Mac glared at her, then bucked up, slamming down onto her back with his front hooves, throwing his weight onto her without holding back. She almost buckled under him but held firm. Fluttershy winced underneath, but was not kicked or touched by the brutal action.
“Oooh! Oh Mac, you're like a freight train! Yesss.” Golding weakly said, clearly having had the wind knocked out of her, but trying to hide it.
Big Mac's cock hung down, but wasn't firm or standing.
"Ooh... still a little soft, eh? Well let me help you with that. Fluttershy! Open your mouth just one more time.... I've got something for you both."
Fluttershy tremblingly opened her mouth.
A yellow shower sprayed out of Golden Harvest's urethra and drenched Big Macintosh's phallus, flowing down and trickling off the end into Fluttershy's unwilling mouth. She had only thought the watersports part was over. She choked and sputtered as urine splashed across her face for the second time in minutes. The 'Golden' in her name must have not been namesaked for wheat.
Big Mac craned to look down at his Fluttershy, in agony over her torment. But he was also overcome with another feeling, the warm cascade of Harvest's micturition washing over his member was making his head swim, he fought and resisted but as horrible as he felt for fluttershy, the sensation was incredible. He rested himself against Golden's back and tried to resist the electrifying feeling overcoming him, making his urine-soaked dick harden again. Fluttershy wretched and coughed below, but his head was in a wreath of fuzzy euphoria, the feel of Golden's piss flowing over his rock hard member, the warmth radiating from her vulva and haunches, the feel of the soft fur on her back, the expectant room surrounding him waiting for him to make his move, the urging eyes of his enemy turned around looking back at him...
No. He couldn't. He couldn't betray Fluttershy. She was right under him, witnessing all of it firsthoof! She wouldn't just see him betray her, she would be right up under it! But tingling stars filled his head. Maybe just one little thrust and then I'll dismount and run away. He flexed his haunches and thrusted, and felt his head touch warm flesh. Eeyup. He thrust again, and felt more, and again, found his way in and slammed and plunged his way into her vagina. The feeling was unimagineable. Lust and fire filled him, and time seemed to lose its tension as he lost his mind in a flurry of fucking.
Feeling like he had blacked out at some point, Big Macintosh rested on Golden Harvest's back heaving with each breath, and felt his member soften, and fall out of Golden Harvest's softened pussy with a plop. He then remembered in horror that Fluttershy was under them. He heard the splat of a thick creampie of cum and vaginal juices land on Fluttershy's wimpering face. Mac dismounted and saw Fluttershy nearly unrecognizable under a thick layer of cum, fluids, and mud from the dirt floor.
Golden Harvest stepped back and turned to face them, glowing from Big Mac's rutting.
“Good show, good show. Decadent, deliciously depraved.” said Golden approvingly. Her voice was liquid, she had clearly gleaned an immense amount of pleasure from all that she had put them both through. “Let it be known, cheaters never prosper!” Golden Harvest yelled, her body wracked with a final shudder as more cream dripped from her end.
Berry Punch, sloppily kissing Flitter while having her cunt gobbled by Vinyl, blurted out,
"Aww Yeah, I hear that, Goldie! hic! Just like that time we gave Flim and Flam hummers aboard the super spider squeezer 400 and then and we both got confused which was before we fucked and you got all mad--"
“WHAT?” yelled Granny Smith, and Big Mac simultaneously. Old Mrs. Smith sat up straight from where she sat.
“Care to explain further?”, Smith pressed Berry Punch. Golden Harvest went from pale buttermilk to marshmallow white in color. Her eyes were like dinnerplates. She was silent with horror.
Berry Punch was just realized she had said something wrong. “Wait a minute, I mean, no-- you were second mare, so it's-- wait, no, uh, hic you were FIRST mare, which is okay, so-- uh, someone help me, how does this system work again? -hic-”
“...She's lying! She doesn't know what she's saying she's a drunken idiot! I TOLD her not to drink before your testimony!” Golden Harvest spewed out in a panic.
Auntie Anise was livid. “Get that drunk mare out of the courtroom. I mean barnroom! She's delusional!”
“That drunkard was one of your key witnesses!” Granny smith retorted. She put one hoof over her eyes. “That's it, pending this new witness info, Apple and Carrot family trial is hereby dismissed until further notice. If new evidence is taken, then results of trial are null and marriage contract is voided. Dismissed.”
“YOU IDIOT! YOU STUPID BITCH YOU JUST LOST ME MY DOWRY!” Golden Harvest shrieked, running towards Berry Punch and bucking for a kick. Her own attorney's fields restrained her before too much damage was done and Flitter pulled a black-eyed Berry punch away.
Big Macintosh and Fluttershy both jumped up and seized one another in a firm embrace of hooves and nuzzling. Fluttershy whispered, "I told you we'd make it through this." into his ear. They cried and comforted one another.
"Don't claim victory yet. We still need ta confirm Berry's and find three more credible witnesses." big mac whispered.
"Trust me. I have a feeling Harvest has already had more horses in her than a Rohirrim cavalry. We'll find some more 'witnesses' who'd like to testify at her trial." whispered Flutters.
Granny Smith tensely approached tehm. Big Mac turned away, unwilling to face her.
“You and Fluttershy are still in trouble, my dears, but you dodged a bullet. If we can find more witness testimonies of Golden Harvest's unfaithfulness to your betrothal arrangement, the document is voided. Ah'm not sayin' you can marry Flutters, but you’re not barred from seein’ her no more.” Granny Smith said grimly, but with an inflection of hope.
Big Macintosh and Fluttershy still held each other. She was sopping wet with Golden's bodily fluids and his own, but that was the last thing on his mind. He wrapped a hoof around her sodden head and held her in under his chin as she wept relief. Tears streamed from his eyes too, partly out of relief, but also for what he had done to her. She would always tell him it was okay, it was not his fault, but his greatest pain would be his own remorse.Though their undying love would heal their wounds, only time could make the scars fully fade.
One week later
The entire Apple Family and Fluttershy sat together in a clearing at a picnic of apple-jelly-and-sunflower-nut-butter sandwiches.
“So Big mac, as I hear it, from the witnesses y’all brought in they found that Golden Harvest has had more horses in her than a seventies cigarette ad?
“Eeyup.”
“Are you kiddin’? Ah could ‘ave gone and testified that, Ah sure wish I ‘ad been there for the trial, sneaky ones, them Carrots, holdin’ that trial just when we’re off. If ah had been there, I’d have…” Applejack fumed.
“Ah’m so sorry, to both of you…”, said Applejack, reaching a foreleg around Big Mac and Fluttershy and hugging them tightly.
“So does that mean you can marry Fluttershy?” asked Applebloom.
Big Mac looked uneasily at Granny Smith, who looked down at the ground sternly.
“We aren’t havin’ that discussion just yet. And it certainly ain’t one for a lil’ filly like yerself!” said Applejack.
“...............……….So Miss Flutters, did Anise and Granny really make you have to drink mah brother’s peepee for an audience?” asked Applebloom.
"WHAT?!" Stomped Applejack, her eyes livid at her grandmother.
“Now Applebloom,”, said Granny, changing the subject, “Don’t you put too much jelly on that sammich, or the bread’ll slide right off the other one. See? Now what’d I just tell you? No, don’t get another bread! Pick up the dirt one and eat it. Eat your mistakes!” said Granny to Applebloom.
“Ah gotta say, Big Mac, Why didn’t you tell me Fluttershy here made all these amazing jarred nut preserve concoctions all on her own? They go great with jelly!”
“Th-Thank you, Mrs. Smith.” Fluttershy mumbled.
“Flutters, do ya think you could make alot more of this stuff? Ah think the apple family has a place for you if you can ramp up production of this “nut butter” stuff as you call it to large-scale agricultural levels!”
“I… I think so, sure.” she answered.
“Is that all it’s about with you, Granny? If she can yield a profit? Is that the only way you can approve of a mare for me?”, said Big Mac, eyeing her as he lifted the sandwich plate over to her.
“Now Big Mac…” Granny Smith said, picking up a sandwich and biting into it, “someday when you’re old enough to run a farm, you’ll understand how important a strong, Equestrian work ethic is and--” she stopped suddenly, her face going sour as she stopped chewing.
“Big Mac, why is this sandwich so soggy?”
“Because ah peed on that one, Granny.”
“WHAT IN TARNATION, DID YOU REALLY?!” shrieked Granny smith, spewing out the sandwich and gagging.
“EEEYUP.”
