The basement of Berry’s home was her sanctuary.

Simultaneously a place of great accomplishments and the stage of her greatest failure. Berry had realized over the grueling months of guilt and shame, that working here was a privilege, not a right to be squandered by half heartedness. Brewing required dedication and she had lacked in that department more and more in the past. The small amount of remaining common sense she had prevented her from handling the dangerous machinery in poor mental and physical condition, until one fateful morning, the lack of sleep and overabundance of liquor had eroded it enough to made her do something really stupid.

“Sugar and two drops of milk?” said a deep voice beside Berry and a steaming mug was held right under nose.

“You know it,“ Berry said and took the mug out of the big red hoof with a thankful expression. Everything that drove the unpleasant thoughts away was a welcome change in her schedule. She took a sip from the hot brew and hummed in satisfaction as her tastebuds and nostrils got overwhelmed by the wonderful flavour and aroma.

Big Macintosh Apple, Berry’s new and not so little apprentice, had mastered the art of making her morning coffee to the utmost perfection. Small mentions and reactions from drinking had been enough for him to find the necessary adjustments to her new favourite beverage.

Progress had been slow but steady during his stay. He was trying to learn as much as possible without distracting Berry from her own work. If she had to choose one of his many qualities above anything else, that's what she would’ve picked for his greatest strength. He listened, observed and adapted. When Big Macintosh did something, he focused on never making the same mistake twice to an astounding success.

She put her cup on the table and approached the boiler for the routine check while Big Mac continued to stack the various boxes and barrels with ingredients. Early on, he had realized there was nothing to gain from watching her back while she operated the machine. He knew the ins and outs of the the simpler task by heart now, but the fine tuning and expertise for working with this monstrosity eluded him.

Hoofmade, seven feet tall and unique in all of Equestria, Big Mac got nervous butterflies from the staggering amount of switches and buttons alone. The sight of her pulling, pressing and making notes with lightning fast motions was something astounding to behold. Usually, the lethargic mare seemed sluggish and deliberately slow in her movement, until she touched her little baby and the awakened maestro went to work with insane glee in her eyes.

Big Macintosh had found other ways to be useful.

Being thoughtful without being intrusive: Carrying and lifting things for her easy access without request, having a chair for her to sit on when she got close to fainting from exhaustion, putting a blanket over her sleeping form at the desk after another night shift and waking her up with a nice cup of coffee.

Just to mention a few.

“You work very hard, Mrs. Berry,” he said, putting down the last box for storage and pouring a cup of coffee for himself.

She rolled her eyes at his formality. “You’ve been working here for almost a week. Is that still surprising to you?”

“I figured you for a different pony,” The large stallion sat down and looked around, biting his lip in search for the right words and realizing too late what he was about say. “Something more like…”

“A deadbeat failure of a town drunk?” Berry replied without taking her eyes away from a pressure indicator, scribbling notes of every change on the a small clipboard at the large distiller. “The village bitch for a quick romp outside at the dumpsters after a cheap drink as a bribe?”

“A whorse? A bum? A loser?” She found herself checking the same gauge for the third time and the pen in her mouth almost cracked under the pressure of her teeth. Doing checkup that often wasn’t necessary to ensure safety, but almost losing the most important pony in your life to a stupid mistake changes your work ethic.

Berry spit out the mangled pen and turned around to look at a very uncomfortable and helpless stallion. “Miss Berry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”

She sat down with him and gave him a reassuring smile. “A few months ago, most of those descriptions would have been accurate.”

Accurate to a certain degree at least. As with everything told second or third hand, details and bulletpoints get distorted, washed out and misremembered. Stories morph into exaggerated parodies of themselves and become truths when enough ponies start to spread the tale.

Only kernels of truth remained. For example, Berry couldn’t remember ever being in a wild orgy with two dozen stallions and mares, something ponies on the street treat as fact about her, although there certainly had been experiences with both genders and sometimes more than two ponies involved.

Berry didn’t consider herself a whorse. She never had sex with anypony for personal gain and even more so never for something as small as the promise of an alcoholic beverage. She was a brewer for Celestia’s sake! She could make her own stuff!

This doesn’t mean spontaneous hip to butt bonking hadn’t occurred for other reasons that many would consider shallow or loose.

Reasons as simple as a nice butt in the barstool next to her.

“Doesn’t matter,” Big Mac said in a firm tone and a matching frown. “My Pa taught this colt better than to insult a lady in her own home.”

Berry had to hold down a laugh. Stallions and cheeky colts had called her many things before, flattering and unflattering to varying degrees, but lady was most definitely a new one.

“I never met an Apple that needed to learn manners. You’re upstanding and honest folk, but your family really needs to dial back a bit about that apple obsession. Not that I complain, it’s making me money hand over fist when those crates barely leave my lawn before they gulp it all down.”

Big Mac blushed behind his raised mug. “You’re exaggerating…”

She lazily lazily leaned against the back of her chair and grinned slyly at his shifty eyes. “Oh, really? You became my assistant, because your sister tried to drink directly out of the distiller on her first day. No mug or glass. Straight from the faucet. The immense pressure from that boiler aside, do you know what improperly distilled homebrew could do to a pony?”

He couldn’t argue with Berry. That was exactly why Granny had replaced her granddaughter with Big Mac and relegated Applejack to simple apple delivery. Things had gone well for a while, until Berry woke up on the third morning with a giant mountain of apples on her lawn that you could see from Canterlot. The appleholic had worked overtime to litter every inch of free space for the fruit tower of Babel, leaving large parts of Sweet Apple Acres barren as a wasteland. Big Mac had informed her shortly after about his sister’s forced vacation from overwork.

Berry took her mug and watched the brown liquid with interest. “You’re the only pony of your whole kin that knows how to control himself around this stuff. Even your granny helps herself to the produce when she thinks I’m not looking. Are you adopted or is this green thing on your flank actually an unripe tomato?”

He took her jab with stride. “Oh believe me, I’m tempted, but controlling myself results in more for my family in the long run. Anticipation is half the fun in everything as my Pa used to say.”

The astoundingly eloquent words of a good and law abiding citizen. A bit pedestrian and dull maybe, although Berry wished she could be a bit more like that.

The distiller ran stable and needed no further supervision for a while, so Berry remained seated at the table and took another sip from her coffee. The temperature was now low enough to drink it in larger gulps and Big Mac watched her eagerly downing his brew with a proud smile.

“Do you like it? I can make more.”

Berry finished the cup and gave him a smile in return. “It tastes wonderful. The milk and sugar are a great addition.”

“What did you add before?” Big Mac asked, taking the first sip from his own cup of coffee.

“Painkillers and bourbon. Lots and lots of bourbon.”

You could hear his swallowing sounds in the awkward silence. “Is it hard to live without it?”

“Of course it is,” Berry said with a frown. “Some days, I would kill to be the drunken frat mare for one more night. I miss the taste on my tongue, the warm burning in my throat, the way it made the world look simpler and more fun, how it could make total strangers to drinking buddies, just everything!”

She stared into the distance, reminiscing on past endeavours and humming a chipper tune from a song he didn’t know.

“And the dancing!” Berry grabbed one of her hindlegs and raised it into the air. “This nicely shaped little baby and her twin sister have danced on the counter of every bar and tavern from here to Yakyakistan!”

She let go of her leg and slumped into the chair like a sack of flour. “Ponyville is dry and dreary in comparison to some other places I’ve been to. Pinkie Pie always boasts how wild her parties are. Judging from the total lack of booze and adult fun at any of them, I say she’s got no clue!”

The returning dullness in her eyes was hard to watch and Big Mac reached over the table to touch her hoof. “Do you think that’s healthy? Completely denying yourself something that makes you this happy? Why not enjoy it in moderation?”

“Oh geez I don’t know,” Berry said sourly. “Never thought of such a groundbreaking concept. Drinking a little and not everything. Thank you very much for your valuable input!”

More sarcastic and snarky comments begged to be released from her mouth, but his folded ears and the retracted hoof made Berry hold her tongue. This wasn’t his fault and he meant well.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just not that easy.”

Big Mac understood her somewhat. He had seen it often enough in himself and ponies close to him. Temptation and the following guilt were hard to put down and let go. It makes you scared of doing the same mistake again and you start to desperately search for a distraction from it.

Like drowning yourself in work.

“Something else you miss?” he asked softly, drinking from his mug to give her time to think.

“The sex.”

Big Mac’s mouth spit out a fine brown mist of coffee and saliva. Berry watched with amusement how he tried to regain his composure through deep gasp of air between hacking his lung out.

Time to go one better. “Nothing got me more relaxed than a good lay after some strong drinks in good company. Unfortunately, stopping to socialize made this a lot more difficult. I haven’t seen a juicy cock for months.”

She emphasized the words ‘juicy cock’ by lowering her voice to a purr and licking her lips.

“You made love with ponies for stress relief?” Big Mac asked wide eyed and a sudden dryness in his throat. She had showed him a glimpse from a very different mare. The inviting tone sent a shiver down his spine and made him wonder, how much of those outlandish rumours were actually true.

For more than curiosities sake.

“Making love?” She made condescending air quotes with her hooves. “You’re so adorable!” The faintest tint of a blush came through the red coat on his face. “But for the record, sweetheart; Yes, I had sex with many stallions that didn’t interest me beyond the physical appearance.”

“Oh...” The ever present wheat in Big Mac’s mouth twitched randomly and she wondered how it had stayed in his mouth during the spit take.

“Does that disgust you? Having such a loose mare as your boss? Do you want to quit?” The possibility of losing her capable assistant stung a bit, but Berry would get over it. Ponies leaving after getting to know her wasn’t anything special anymore.

“No, I’m just surprised,” he answered in a thoughtful tone. “I always figured mares are looking for something stable and lasting with a stallion.”

She nudged him playfully in the chest. “Believe me, we mares are not so different from you stallions. Many of us are even worse when it comes to a nice piece of flank. Or don’t you pay any attention to the looks you get in town?”

A proud smirk on Big Mac’s face answered that question. Of course he knew about his status as a hunk. The mares in this town aren’t really subtle about anything. The rugged apple farmer was a walking drool inducer of a stallion and most of the interested singles in Ponyville would more than willingly open their hindlegs for him if given the chance.

So why didn’t he?

That question plagued Berry’s mind as he kept rambling on about the playful and meaningless nature of those advances, and instead of listening to his current words, she rummaged through her brain to get clues from earlier in the conversation. Funnily enough, Berry didn’t have to go too far back to find her answer.

“... mares are looking for something stable and lasting… “

Just a minute at most.

“Oh, you poor, sweet gentlecolt,” she thought with a soft expression. “You don’t want to break their hearts and give them false hope.”

“Would… would you have sex with a stallion like me for stress relief?” Big Mac asked meekly, almost choking on his words to get them out. The lovable country pumpkin could be eloquent and well-spoken, but not a single flourish or flowery mannerism marred his speech as a source of misunderstanding.

She had thrown the possibility of casual sex into the room and he asked for it.

Simple as that.

“Someone or exactly you?” Berry decided to play dumb for a while longer, but turned on the heat by getting up from her chair and slowly sauntering in circles around him, occasionally brushing the frozen stallion with her tail. “Either way, I can’t see why not. You’re very easy on the eyes and well equipped where it counts to satisfy a mare’s needs.”

Big Mac gulped and began to shake in his seat. “You can tell?”

“I can see it,” Berry replied with a deadpan expression, turning her head towards his lap to stare directly at the building bulge under his sheath. Honest stallions were so easy to read. They wore their heart on their sleeves, mind on their tongue and desires out of their sheaths.

Sadly, they often tried to hide it. “I’m sorry Mrs. Berry… I didn’t mean to…”

“Face me and spread your hindlegs,” Berry said calm but firm, prompting his red rump to obey and turn him on the chair towards her. His hindlegs put apart like a sitting dog, the two frontlegs stood firmly together on the seat to hide the already obvious from her curious eyes.

Something that wouldn’t continue. “Lean back and let me see...”

The big stallion obeyed again, deciding to face the consequences like an adult. At best, she would fire him and inform Granny Smith about his ungentlecoltlike behaviour. At worst, his employer believed in a more hooves on approach of punishment. Big Mac stayed calm and waited patiently in spite of the approaching doom. He only allowed himself to close his eyes to avoid her staring and lessen the pounding feeling of embarrassment.

“Look at me…” A leniency she didn’t give him as her gentle hoof rubbed his chest. Forcing them open, he saw her sit down in licking distance between his legs and lower that hoof towards his nethers. “Good colt.”

Big Mac’s desperate effort to keep it in was as clear as day on his face. The gritted teeth, nervous shudders and ragged breaths made her heart flutter in excitement, shattering his flimsy resistance with glee by simply drawing his sheath aside like a curtain with a loving tap.

Big Mac exposed his growing length under a bassy moan to the cold air of the little basement brewery.

“You’re excused for your misbehaviour…” Berry said breathily, transfixed at the dangling red spire between his legs. Big Mac was bodily gifted and well endowed. Not as humongous and exaggerated as the silly gossip of lonely mares in Ponyville made you believe, but still above average and fitting for his impressive physique.

A quick caress along the darkish brown base and it revealed the building hardness and strength of his impressive muscle. “More than excused…”

An impressive cock for an impressive stallion.

The conviction and moxy behind that massive pleasure tool was much meeker, proven tellingly by the barely audible mumble from his quivering lips. “Could we do it?”

Silent prayers to Celestia were uttered to grant her the strength to resist the temptation. She could barely restrain herself from cuddling the insecure stallion like a huge, red teddy bear. The poor guy somehow still wasn’t sure she wanted his cock, leaking precum and barely holding it together under the warm touch of a mare. How much more confirmation did he need to read the mood?

A mare that would go that far just for teasing was a monster in her eyes.

His insecurity about her willingness was cute though. “You just want to fuck me and nothing more?”

Big Mac looked away in shame from her bluntness, but the slight twitch of the stallionhood in her caressing hoof betrayed his true feelings. “Eyup...”

He still sounded too guilty about it for her taste. Berry saw no point in having sex with a stallion, if he was ridden by self doubt through the whole experience. They needed more professional distance, turning this into a less personal thing and more into something they both understood as business owners.

A deal.

“No quitting once it started, no halfhearted attempts to satisfy me and you promise not to use it to further the cider agenda of your family,” she said sweetly, tracing down the stiff underside of his rod and cupping the balls beneath. Her hoof hesitated for a moment as his cock spurted a trail of clear droplets that ran down the shaft. The large amount and relative ease it took to produce showed how pent up the poor guy was, making her look at him with sympathy. “We both get a good fuck out of this and nothing else.”

However unlikely with a nice stallion like him, she could think of a few scenarios where fooling around with a potential business partner could strongly backfire and hurt her business. The average fifteen minutes of heaven wasn’t worth that, no matter the size of the cock who brought it.

Big Macintosh almost used his signature phrase again, stopping himself short as he felt the grip tighten around his swelling orbs and a thousand yard stare into his soul. “Do you agree to these terms, Mr. Macintosh?”

“I do... Just sex… and nothing more!”

The vice around his privates loosened and turned to playful dangling, rubbing and stroking the hanging sack with practised ease. His promise was enough to mollify the last remaining doubts and open her horny floodgates. Berry’s grandfather always said to never bother writing a contract with an apple. Their word is stronger than any liquor and three times as clear.

Under his nervous gaze, Berry pranced to the large table in the basement and climbed on top. She sat down like a dog, facing him and her hindlegs spread. First a smidge, then more and more under his bulging eyes. Only her forelegs remained planted on the table to obstruct his sight to her honeypot in similar fashion like he had done before.

Then they parted like a curtain as they sensually brushed along her inner thighs. “Then have at it, farmcolt.”

“Here and now?!” The divine powers at work had something in mind to make Big Mac’s coat red. Otherwise, the furious blush creeping down to his hooves would be all the more noticeable.

Having this much effect on a stallion was a real turn-on for Berry. “You never said when,” she said innocently in singsong voice, tracing her hooves back to her crotch and rubbing over her exposed entrance to widen it ever so slightly for him to examine. “The deal expires in the next ten seconds, so think fast.”

The bulging head between his legs was willing and raring to go, but the stubborn one on his neck needed more convincing. Berry began to count, slowly and drawn out, stroking herself until her puffy lips and rosy flesh glistened from moisture and filled the room with the scent of her arousal. He still was just staring like in trance, his nostrils flaring wildly from the entering fragrance.

“You changed your mind?” Berry took her wet hoof away to messily lick off the dripping juices, sighing in mock disappointment and slowly close her hindlegs. “Pity. I think we both could have…” She trailed off with a victorious smile as two massive red hooves on each thigh stopped her from moving.

“I accept.” Forcefully, he pushed her legs back open and even further apart until she almost made a split. “Let me have a good look first. You saw mine, so it’s only fair, wouldn’t it partner?”

Somepony suddenly got motivated.

“You don’t have to do this for our deal,” Berry said uncomfortably under his approaching muzzle. She had expected of him to skip the aperitif and go straight for the main course. “I had a lot of stallions down there...”

Foreplay had become a bit of a rarity in her life. The reputation as loose mare preceded her among the male population and given the opportunity, most of her past lovers skipped gladly the part of using their mouths on a place where dozens before them had their way with.

Nobody really liked used goods.

”You look lovely,” Big Mac said matter of factly, before the warm mouth connected with her wetness and opened wide to draw his tongue across with a hum. “And you taste lovely too.” The loud smacking and licking of his lips managed to get a blush from her. “Why would I leave something valuable like that on the table?”

Berry averted her eyes and took a deep breath. “Your choice…”

Her slight embarrassment about his licking wasn’t strong enough to conceal for long that Big Mac wasn’t very good. Extremely enthusiastic and dedicated like a dog slobbering your face, but not skilled enough to push the right buttons to really get her going. The big tongue on her folds felt more comforting and caring than actually bringing sexual pleasure. It felt nice though, so she let him continue until he had enough, burying her hoof into his strawy mane to stroke it gently.

“Whenever you… ugh!” The small moan out of her mouth came out of nowhere and she almost ripped a tuft of mane from his head.

Berry began to feel real good.

So good in fact, that the sudden waves of pleasure took her completely by surprise and had her writhing like a snake on the table. Berry’s hoof went to her mouth, getting bitten to stifle more moans from coming out. A fruitless attempt, proven when a flick of his giant tongue made her actually gasp and spit it out.

Big Mac was learning. As everything he’s done so far for her in his employment, the silent stallion had observed and adapted to her liking. The seemingly complete random licking and sucking had followed a pattern: Continue what worked and avoid what did not.

Like finding her perfect cup of coffee… only handling her delicate mare bits.

And he was getting better by the minute, mapping her reactions to his actions and focusing on bringing the biggest out of the mare under his muzzle. Many stallions shape up nicely and have a huge cock, but disappoint when it counted in prowess. Big Mac on the other hoof had barely any experience and already made leaps and bounds of improvement.

What endless potential was buried behind this unassuming shell?

What kind of stud could he become?

What kind of pleasure could he bring her?

The last thought broke the haze of lust she was currently riding. She had an golden opportunity presented to her, an opportunity from which both of them could benefit greatly. Berry would get possibly the best sex of her life after a bit of fine-tuning, and he would get some real life experience for his future wife.

A very happy and sexually fulfilled wife.

For anything of this to happen though, his timidness with her body had to go first. The stallion was way too delicate in handling the flesh under his hooves, always careful not to exert too much force on anything and relenting by the tiniest bit of resistance. She watched him tenderly line up his massive erection on her entrance and gingerly press against it with the tip, flinching away several times halfway through the first inch.

“Come on…” A slender hindleg tapped him lightly on the muzzle to get his attention. “Right here…” Both hindlegs grabbed his shaft by the base and led its tip to her entrance, where her forelegs were already widening it to invite him. “Shove it all in, big colt. I can take it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

She didn’t let him speak further and pulled. Instinctively, he thrusted deeply into her love tunnel and reveled in the warm tightness around him, while Berry equally savoured the sensation of being filled up to the fullest with his pulsating stallionhood. She had greatly underestimated the size from his earlier, half-erect state. Fully stiff, Big Mac’s shaft had grown a couple of unaccounted inches and gained significantly in thickness.

“See?” Berry cooed into the large head resting on her shoulder. “Nothing to it. Doesn’t that feel nice?”

Big Mac hummed in agreement and descended on her neck, burying his muzzle in the small crook to inhale deeply before whispering into her ear. “That’s an interesting smell. Are you wearing perfume?”

“Eu de Bum.” Big Mac caught the fleeting tone of sadness in Berry’s voice and raised his head to look her in the eyes. “It’s no perfume, just a memento from years of bad decisions,” she explained to him with a wry smile. “The stains of wild night outs will eventually wash out from your coat, but the odor of spilled wine and hard liquor stays with you for life.”

The strong acidic smell was a symptom that every alcoholic pony had to face at some point in her life. Many are lucky enough to get off the bottle before any lasting effects manifested on them, but unrepentant ponies like her were burdened with the nasal reminder of their escapades that will never go away.

A stigma, Berry will always be recognized by.

She hated and avoided closed off spaces for that exact reason. Nothing ruined a day more for Berry, than hearing the sniffing sound of a pony in her proximity that wrinkles their muzzle after they realized the source.

Berry squeaked like a mouse from the large red snout sniffing in a straight line towards her navel. “I like your smell,” Big Mac said, his large head placed snugly on her belly as he looked at her with fondness. “The tingling in my nostrils feels nice.”

His twitching muzzle wandered further down for another sample of her intoxicating scent, until firm hooves on each temple stopped him and pulled his face upwards for a passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled and danced, wiping any unpleasant thought from her mind and leaving a single one on his:

Her lips tasted like wine.

“Stop being so sweet and hump me, you goof...”

Like a thick blanket, he laid on top of her and began to buck his hips. First slow and deliberate, then fast and frantic with grunts of frustration. He couldn’t get deep enough. The table was too high, making his thrusts awkward and less intense as she wanted, how they both wanted, clear from his frustrated snorting through his nostrils.

And the yawn out of her mouth that came without warning and possibility to stop it.

Big Mac’s ears twitched as they laid there motionless for a few strenuous moments. His body pulled away from her and robbed Berry of his warmth. She thought everything would end right then and there, but something fierce flashed in his usual kind eyes. Before she could react, two strong legs scooped her up and pulled her off the table. Big Mac stood on his hindlegs and she wrapped both of hers around his hip and her frontlegs around his neck while getting another kiss.

This time it was bolder, angrier. She almost melted into his embrace as his mouth attacked her hungrily for attention and satisfaction. Still connected with each other, he sat down on his haunches without warning, spearing the cock inside Berry deep enough to slap his balls against her buttcheeks.

At first it hurt so much, like the initial pain of a dip into scalding hot water to sensitive skin, but once it subsided, she felt a familiar warm glow and tingling pressure take its place. Nothing she knew could beat or fully replicate the sensation of a rock hard cock from an eager stallion. Equally eager, Berry wiggled and coiled to improve into the perfect fit until every possible inch of her felt full and strained to the brim, a feeling she has had seldomly even in her vast experience with other well endowed stallions.

They rarely knew how to use their large pleasure tool. “Just let me do the work.” Berry groaned through the pleasure in her sitting position, putting both hindlegs on the ground to raise herself and start pumping away.

With a snort, Big Mac got a firm grab on her plumb buttcheeks and stopped her hips from moving. She mustered him in confusion, until she melted blissfully into those hooves that kept squeezing, roaming and grabbing her anywhere. Berry wasn’t the most fittest mare and leaned a bit towards the pudgy side, but for a stallion like Big Macintosh, she had the extra pounds at all the right places. Mainly her amazing plump ass, he kept massaging and kneading with his large hooves before he lifted Berry inch by inch off his dick.

“Besides enjoying yourself, you won’t do nuthin,” he said, pushing Berry back on his shaft with an audible slap of her butt against his groin. Her eyes turned to pinpricks from the sudden thrust against her insides as the force of gravity and the rippling strength of his chiseled body combined to a bloodcurdling rhythm of motion. She was as light as a doll for him, moving her up and down in his strong legs without any signs of strain.

A single trail of drool ran down her grinning mouth. “So you know what you’re doing… ”

Big Mac neighed loudly from the a pressure around his cock, milking rhythmically for his last remaining spurts of seed and sucking him into her needy depths.

“Then I won’t hold back!”

“So tight…” he croaked as she began to ride him, both frontlegs placed on his muscular chest for a steady grip. Berry let herself completely sink into him, their bodies pressed against each other and exchanging the glistening sheens of sweat on their coat.

Only her lap continued to pull away and slap into his amazing cock with unchanged fervor while he kept completely still, overwhelmed by the intensity of Berry’s riding skill. Twitches ran through his hooves on occasion from an especially hard slam against his groin and Berry instantly knew that something wasn’t right

She saw this stallion carry barrels heavier than three times his own weight, so Berry doubted that even her whole body could have limited his movement that much. “Why are you holding back?” Berry used her lower body strength to tighten around him even more. “I’m not made of glass, so put that huge schlong of yours to good use!” She could see that he desperately wanted to let loose. “Or is your sister Applejack the pony with the big balls in your family?”

She leaned away, with a sly smile bending the cock inside with her under a throaty groan. Sitting now completely straight and in balance, Berry could reach behind her for his balls with the unoccupied frontlegs, cupping the heavy sack tenderly to stroke it with her soft underhooves. ”I wonder if these puny cherry tomatoes even have enough spunk for another round?”

He frowned and firmly closed his eyes while Berry had the urge to punch herself in the face. The taunt had come out nastier than intended. No matter the outcome, she would stop agitating him after this and call it a day. Berry already felt like shooting way too far below the waistline with her quips against his masculinity. While nice looking, the averagely sized ballsack didn’t quite match to his massive cock.

His little Mac’s almost seemed miniscule in comparison, and could be a source of insecurity for stallions as gentle as him. Her next line would be a compliment about his giant penis and prowess to satisfy her needs as a mare, before segueing into a final round in missionary position and some afterglow cuddling as apology.

A plain cup of vanilla is sometimes enough.

PUNY?

All of a sudden, she was laying on her back. Dazed and disoriented from the forced position change, Berry didn’t manage to get her bearings before everything happened in lightning speed. Powerful legs flipped her petrified body around and pinned Berry onto the wooden floor. One large and red hoof on the back of her head kept pressing until she felt the grain of the floorboards dig into her face. Her ass got roughly raised and presented by the other to the large shadow bearing down on her with a growl.

… I’LL GIVE YOU PUNY...

By Celestia, this voice made her hair stand on end! His manly tone had become deeper and more menacing, devoid of the warmth she was so used to hear and Berry became actually a bit scared of what Big Mac would do.

And she got excited about it!

Putting one red hoof on each buttcheek, Big Mac plowed into her with resounding slaps and guttural grunts. The hot air from his nostrils blew into the back of her neck while he mounted Berry like an animal, sliding in and out of her in wild and erratic intervals of less than a second. Endless stamina seemed to fuel this pace of relentless thrusts, garnered by a lot of pent up frustration.

There was nothing pretty or graceful about it, just raw and animalistic fucking to satisfy needs. And the satisfaction from her body still didn’t come fast enough for him, pulling her hips roughly against his lap to meet the thrusts halfway with wet splatter noises as their fluids sprayed in all direction.

Berry was little more than a toy, used and manhandled to bring him pleasure. Her needs and enjoyment had become secondary as shown by his roughness and lack of care for the mare under him.

He pulled and groped, yanked and spread how he pleased.

She came and he didn’t stop or acknowledge it, fucking her without regard for the warm squirts leaking around his cock and running down her shaky legs. He was selfish, careless and only had a mind for the sweet release she could bring as a tool for his pleasure.

The thought gave her warm shivers all over and she presented herself more in spite of the soreness in her loins, giving up the last shred of control by touching her buttcheeks and spreading them apart for him. The massive stallion approved and put his hooves on hers to spread her even further.

Big Mac ceased the relentless motion against her aching insides only after his own orgasm came.

He went limp, allowing the last bit of his seed to seep out on the ground beneath their hooves. Somewhere in that delirious haze of afterglow, Berry felt him roughly pull on her mane and turn her head for a sloppy tongue kiss.

Not for romantic reasons, just to taste her.

He wanted more.

His tongue kept tasting, his hooves roaming over her body to drink her in and reinvigorate his lust. All too soon for her weary insides, Big Mac’s cock began to grow again and restarted his thrusting. The one-sided kiss continued through his pounding, sealing her petite mouth completely with the rough and chapped lips of a farmer.

She desperately needed air and the merciful break for it never came. He literally was taking her breath away with his kiss! She bit his lip in reflex and gasped for the life-giving gas, but her dominating lover didn’t grant his companion this small respite for long.

Angry and shocked from the sudden pain on his lip, Big Mac’s massive hoof came down like a jackhammer, shoving her head back into the floor with an audible thud when the hard rim of his hoof pressed into the back of her skull. Pain, humiliation and a sense of powerlessness filled her mind. She tried to keep those feelings bottled in, extending the heart pounding adrenaline high for as long as possible, but the sniffing muzzle on her neck broke Berry’s concentration.

She let out a whimper.

Big Mac stopped dead in his tracks as if somepony had pushed the pause button on a remote. The thrusting, the roughness and his whole aggressive aura just vanished. Gone was the ravaging hulk that dominated her, and In its stead, stood a deeply shook stallion like a little colt that had broken something valuable.

He tried to back away.

But Berry wouldn’t let him.

No matter how hard he tried, his cock wouldn’t slip out of her warm depths and she clung to the pulsating flesh like a bottle around the cork. Berry held him in place by sheer tension, massaging him with her tight inner walls. Sobs and whimpers turned to moans, going hoof in hoof with the grinding and rhythmic squeezing. Her face turned to him, and for a moment he froze again, seeing a trail of blood running down her lip and soiling her coat.

“We’re not done here.” She licked it off with a lusty smile and savoured the metallic taste. “Spank me…”Her plump ass shoved itself into his groin as deep as possible, swallowing his cock all the way to the base and rubbing her buns against him. “Spank me like a whorse and make me your bitch!”

It would be a cold day in tartarus before Berry would give up the best lay of her life because of some moral anxiety by her new sex god in training. Big Mac had showed so much more promise and prowess than she could have ever hoped and with a delicious streak for darker things to boot. Berry didn’t care how, but she would get him out of his shell. She would make it abundantly clear to him how horny she was from his roughness and beg him to continue if needed.

“Make me squeal…” She lowered herself deeper to the ground, raising her stuffed ass further and smacking herself on it in demonstrative fashion, purring and cooing at him as incentive.

Tentatively, he raised his right hoof and took aim at the jiggling mass under it, still at odds with himself.

Berry’s eyes lit up. “Do it! Strike me and don’t hold back!”

Big Mac took a shuddery breath and closed his eyes before letting the hoof come down on her. A hearty slapping noise rang through the basement, quickly followed by a loud gasp and moan of its victim. He saw her right cheek jiggle in protest and turn a darker shade of plum from redness as the grip around his cock increased two-fold.

“Again…” More grinding and humping on her part, gushes of liquid running down his cock and her thighs. “Oh Celestia please don’t stop!”

He obliged.

Many times.

Every time he struck and made her squeal in delight, it fed the rush inside of him and numbed the nagging doubts. Another strike came down on the right, then two on the left cheek, before grabbing both mounds of flesh roughly to feel the heat radiating from her rosy buns.

The thrill was unimaginable.

Newly invigorated, Big Mac positioned himself firmly on the ground, each front hoof on one of her reddened cheeks, pushing into Berry as deep as possible. Nothing could compare to this new level of tightness, shaping her pussy around him for a perfect fit and making it difficult to even get a rhythm going without using all of his strength to his advantage.

Throughout his steady pumping he kept spanking, even pulling her mane and bending down to bite Berry’s neck and ears under more squeals and moans that sent shivers down his spine.

This was his doing. The sweet moans of pleasure, the twitching and gushing of her insides around his shaft, the mask of pure ecstasy on her drooling face. Berry behaved so dirty and he took great pleasure from his power to make her look and sound this way. Maybe other stallions would do the same to her in the future, but at this moment, she only had him to make her look this beautiful and lost in carnal lust.

Thoughts that could drive a stallion crazy with desire.

Thoughts that could get a honest stallion addicted.

“Berry… I… hnng!”

“Shhh, no talking!” Berry pleaded and intensified her grinding. “Just… just keep going! Don’t... Stoooop!” She came for the second time and gifted the rabid stallion mounting her with another one as well during her erratic contractions.

Big Mac went limp for good this time. The adrenaline rush ebbed away and slowed his pounding heartbeat. He was cooling down already, feeling the warmth of her juices seep into him where they were still connected. He lowered himself on top of Berry with wobbly legs to get more of this warmth and felt themselves sticky to the touch through the various layers of sweat and fluids between them. The all encompassing funk of sex hung in the small basement like a blanket, mixing itself out of the fumes of two ponies in blissful afterglow.

Big Mac took deep breaths to burn this smell into his mind and never forget it.

Berry did something similar with the feeling of his protective shell of warm flesh around her, radiating body heat like a stove and marking her coat with his musk. She curled up smaller and he tightened his grip around her.

Nuzzles, licks and kisses from him peppered the mare in his embrace with affection all over. “Cuddling isn’t really my thing,” Berry said weakly, fighting against the drowsy comfort of his tenderness. She didn’t want to get too attached, already getting weird feelings about him through her mammal nature. “Come on … stop… hmm... Let's get clean and back to work...”

He licked her ear and Berry’s resolve almost melted away from the intimate touch.

But just almost.

“I… warned… you… “

A long and disappointed sigh from under him was the last thing he registered before everything became a blur. A sharp poke in his chest, lost footing from a sweep on his left hindleg, a tug at his right foreleg and Big Mac’s whole body was suddenly moving without his input. In one solid throw with a hard landing on the nearby table, Big Mac suddenly found himself laying on his back and Berry holding his hoof with a victorious grin.

“You’re a very dangerous stallion for us mares, Macintosh Apple.”

She had her lips locked with him before he could put together how he got in this position. The taste and feel of her lips and tongue were the same as before, but now, she was in control of him while he barely reacted to her advances. Their fierce upside-down kiss brought a whole new dimension of butterflies in Big Mac’s stomach. He could feel his throat bulge from her exploring tongue while Berry’s saliva ran down his throat in huge gulps with the familiar flavour of spicy wine.

A heavenly taste.

”Don’t look so surprised.” She released his lips with a long trail of spit, giving him another chaste kiss to cut that connection. “A lady needs to know how to fend for herself.” Berry licked over his muzzle and winked at him. “Right?”

”Right…” Big Mac replied, still dazed by the sudden impact on his back and the unusual kiss.

She wordlessly led him upstairs and shoved him in the shower cabin, entering herself after his teeth stopped clattering and signaled her that the water had gone from freezing cold to tolerable. Berry wasn’t made out of money and showering together saved a lot of hot water, let alone helping a lot to get to the hard reachable places. No need to be coy about being smart. Shame and self-consciousness didn’t factor in the decision making anymore once you touched naughty parts with that somepony in your shower.

Both ponies were sexually spent and needed rest, but that didn’t mean there was no time for some fondlings during their cleaning in this comfortably small space. Him being reared up against the wall while she lovingly lathered his genitals with soap, counted as much towards that as giving him a steamy thank you kiss after cleaning her nethers gently with his hoof and warm water from the shower head.

And despite their lust almost boiling over again from close proximity, Berry knew when to put on the brakes for both of them.

She has had her fun for today and felt the aftermaths.

“You’ve missed a spot,” Big Mac said in thought, wiping soap from her cheek.

Unfortunately, the stray caress across her face made her hiss in pain and turn away from him, bringing his attention to something she wanted to keep a secret. Big Mac cupped her face in worry and took a good look at Berry. Under the plum coat, he could see the blueish hue of a nasty bruise shine through. He did the same for the rest of her body, seeing multiple places with the same signs of physical abuse.

His abuse.

Big Mac’s heart sank to the depths of tartarus. What had happened to him? He was an honest and hardworking pony, who considered himself down to earth and levelheaded in all matters of life. This was none of those things. This had been violent, loud, frantic, crazy, depraved and perverted.

“I’m so sorry… I…didn’t mean… I would never...”

“None of that unsexy bellyaching, you hear me?!” She bopped him painfully on the nose. “I like my stallions rough and asked you for it during every possible step!” Berry threw the moping stallion a towel to dry himself off. “You didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to and experienced firsthoof what happens if you try.”

So spoke a mare that would let herself be dominated like an animal for the thrill of both of them. “We clean up our mess in the basement and make a small trip to the bank afterwards. There’s still all that cider money laying around in the house and I want it somewhere safer than my broom closet.”

“I could get our apple cart to bring it there,” he said, standing beside Berry and helping her get dry on the harder to reach places with his own towel.

“You already feel up again for hard labour?” Berry asked with a content hum as his towel gently wiped the moisture from her coat.

He did feel exhausted, but in a very good and fulfilled way, resting his chin on a freshly dry spot on her neck and smelling the strong shampoo in her coat. The spicy scent was already coming back and made him smile from the familiar tingle in his nose.

She watched his antics out of the corner of her eye with worry. Despite his earlier promise, he was already getting more clingy and mushy than she was accustomed to from her lovers. Berry didn’t think he was doing it on purpose though, merely believing that the big lug was still riding of his afterglow and getting the last remnants of it out.

She would have to keep more distance in the future. “Your money is a real blessing for us. My brother and I didn’t do so good financially. After the hospital bills and repair costs for the house, we were scrounging on the verge of poverty. I can’t imagine how humiliating it would have been to beg our parents and other relatives for help.”

Big Mac smiled and was really glad that his sister had failed so spectacularly in helping out. Given their similar prideful personalities, Applejack would have gotten along splendidly with Berry and he might never would have gotten the chance to experience her company. He acknowledged how childish and petty that thought was, but with Berry he allowed himself to feel that way.

She was special.

“Then why don’t we tell your brother the good news?”

“When would that be?” Berry asked, scouring her mental calendar for time and finding nothing. ”Brewing for your family keeps me busy the whole day!”

“Aren’t there a few hours near midnight when the apple stock has to settle without disturbance?” he asked. “We can visit your brother tonight and I carry a case of cider as a present for him.”

She narrowed her eyes dangerously. “You wouldn’t by chance want something in return for your help outside work hours?”

He couldn’t lie to her.

“I liked doing ‘business’ with you, Mrs. Berry.”

And she couldn’t lie to herself.

“Same here, Mr. Macintosh.”

Author's Note

Proofread and edited by McStuffins