Chores and Guilty Pleasures

by etherealunessence

Rating: mature
Tags: Human
Length: 1718

Big Mac takes care of a fairly routine chore and indulges in a guilty pleasure of his.

Big Mac takes care of a fairly routine chore and indulges in a guilty pleasure of his.

This is my entry for My Little Fetish's Dog Days of Summer contest.

Trigger warnings: [spoiler] Humanized Big Mac, incredibly sloppy seconds and beastiality [/spoiler]
If this isn't your thing, then please, carry on not caring about this story.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-07-29 15:30:01 UTC

Every Once in a While

Every Once in a While

Big Mac was up early one Saturday morning with the sun not even lightening the sky yet, as was usual. He had something planned for himself and didn't want to wake up Applejack any earlier than he had to, especially since he had sneaked into her room and shut off her alarm and would be spitting fire when she realized what he had done. She worked hard enough around the farm and deserved her rest every once in a while, just as he didn't mind her sleeping in as it gave him time to indulge in his guilty pleasure this morning.

There weren't too many major things on the list of chores today, aside from working on the old work truck that only seemed to want to run three days out the month, was cleaning out the barn and breeding one of their mares, along with the rental of one of their neighbors stallions. Well, the truck could wait like it had all week. The barn wouldn't take too long and then he could deal with the breeding by himself. With his mind made up, he veered off in the direction of the barn and made his way inside with a slight smile. He flipped on the light, its tarnished gold light giving him enough light to work by in the dusky interior and began rummaging around the small tool closet on his left for the scoop shovel and pitchfork.

Setting the pitchfork aside for the moment, he went to the end of the barn where they stored the larger tools in the stall at the end and took out the wheelbarrow and began cleaning out the stalls closest to him. By the time he had finished cleaning up after their five horses, the barrow was full as he took it out back and upended it at the edge of their compost pile before returning it to the stall. Grabbing the pitchfork from where he had left it, Mac climbed up to the hay loft and began tossing down hay to replace what he had carted off earlier. When he was satisfied with the quantity, he climbed back down and spread it around in short order.

With a sigh, he straightened up and arched his back with an audible pop that made him let out an involuntary groan of satisfaction. He looked around and blearily shook his head as the feeling left him before walking to the tack room for a small bucket, antibacterial soap, a worn washcloth and warm water from the work sink in the back corner. After gathering his supplies, he made his way to the stall that housed Rose, the last mare they had to breed that year. Letting himself in, he raise his free hand and scratched her along one side of her muzzle which got a nicker in response.

Moving around to her rear, he trailed his hand along her side so that she knew where he was at and wouldn't kick out of surprise. Once he had circled around to her rear, he sat the bucket down and pulled out the washcloth from the bucket before squeezing out the excess water. He lifted her tail out of the way, revealing her moist vulva that winked at him every few seconds, showing off the bright pink of her marehood that exuded the faintly musky odor that was common enough after the many years of raising horses. Taking the washcloth, he gently began cleaning her vulva so that when he brought in the neighbors stallion, there would be less of a chance for an infection after the breeding.

It wasn't long before he was satisfied with her cleanliness and dropped the cloth back in the bucket. He took it moved it outside the stall before turning back to Rose, taking her lead line and turning her around in the stall so that she would be presenting herself to the stallion when he brought him in. Tying the line off on one of the rings and left the stall open as he took the bucket and went outside to the side of the barn where the stallion was being kept. Mac saw him grazing peacefully in the middle of the paddock and let himself in, clucking his tongue to get its attention. It nickered and walked over, snuffling around Mac in search of a treat. Mac laughed and gave the stallion a few pats before grabbing its lead and taking it over to the gate but stopped to tie it to a post.

He took the washcloth and moved back to give the stallions sheath a vigorous cleaning which made its member begin to drop as it knew what was coming next. Mac quickly ran the warm cloth up and down the rapidly expanding member and tossed it back once he had cleaned it. He put the bucket down briefly to untie the stallion, leading it inside the barn where he gave a brief neigh as he caught her scent which got a visible reaction from Rose as Mac saw her tail flag high. The stallion sped up a bit and Mac hurried follow along, sloshing a little water from the bucket in his other hand. Once they reached the stall, the stallion reared up and mounted Rose, giving Mac a brief moment to reach under her and pull her tail out of the way before he moved back a step and set the bucket down in the corner.

Mac watched the stallion give a few thrusts as he sought her hot warmth and Mac felt a familiar surge in his pants as well. The stallion hit his mark and sunk half his length into Rose's depths, causing her to let loose a quick burst of the sticky, hormone rich urine that spurred him on to rut her furiously. He drew back and thrust his entire length into her slick depths again and again until he gave one last thrust, fully burying himself as he released a torrent of his seed within her. A few moments later, he slid off and out of her, his exit bringing a short flood of pearly white semen that dripped and clung to her flanks. The sight brought Mac's arousal to new heights as his member throbbed against the restraining fabric of his pants. Mac quickly took the stallion back outside and left him in the paddock before returning to Rose.

He traced a couple fingers up her rear, just avoiding her messy vulva that still winked in arousal. Mac moved to the side and kicked his shoes off while his hands unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He let his pants drop around his ankles and stepped out of them before hooking his thumbs under the band of his strained boxers and slid them off as well, his member bobbing slightly as it was set free. He moved behind Rose, his throbbing member held loosely in one hand while his other rested on her flank. Mac slid in close enough to rub the head of his member up and down her marehood, slick with her juices and still overflowing with semen. He lined himself up and thrust into her as she winked, his eight inches being engulfed as he buried himself to the hilt.

Her heat and velvety walls caressed him as he held himself there, getting accustomed to the sensation. Once he got used to the feeling, he began slowly thrusting, wet noises coming from where they were joined as the mild suction drew out the excess semen from within her. It dripped down his length and coated his scrotum in gooey warmth as the mess began to smear around more and more. He thrust faster and faster until he heard nothing but the steady sound of wet slapping as he buried himself again and again, her hot walls writhing around his girth. It wasn't long before he felt a familiar tension building near the base of his member as he continued his current pace.

He began thrusting harder as he continued his current rhythm, the suction from their joining pulling out even more hot semen until Mac couldn't take it any more and buried himself one last time as the dam finally broke. His member throbbed and pulsed as he added his own thick ropes of seed to the mess within her. He held himself there until the last pulses of his orgasm had faded and slowly withdrew his messy member from her. Looking down at himself, he saw that he was liberally coated in pearly semen before he grabbed the washcloth and began cleaning himself of the mess. Once he was satisfied, he redressed and began wiping down Rose's backside of the sticky coating of semen.

With that taken care of, Mac untied Rose and unbridled her so that she could rest for the day. He went back to the tack room and emptied the bucket in the sink before putting everything away. On his way out, he grabbed a couple apples for Rose and the stallion, who ate their treats in a few bites. With the rest of the day mostly free and clear, Mac went back inside for a nap and found his oldest sister coming down the stairs, yawning.

“Why'd ya let me sleep in?” Applejack asked with an annoyed glance at her big brother.

“Figured you could use the rest,” he replied. “Took care of cleaning the stables and bred Rose, so the day's free for ya.”

She gave Mac a grumpy look before it softened a moment later. “Thanks,” she said grudgingly. “You gonna work on the truck today?”

“Planned on it,” he replied. “You can just go on and visit with your friends, sis. I got it covered.”

“Thanks,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “Next time, don't let me sleep in. You can't do everything all the time.”

“I know,” he said with a smile. “Just figured you would appreciate the rest.”

“In that case, I'm going back to bed,” she said as she turned to head back upstairs.

Mac just gave a small chuckle as he walked over to the couch and stretched out, groaning in lazy satisfaction, falling asleep a few moments later.