Author's Note

A little gift for the 200 likes, sorry about the quality, enjoy.

Extra Chapter: Maybe One More Bottle?

Ponyville’s streets were full this season, with winter coming soon the market was teeming with citizens desperate for that last sale. Of course there was one stall that never seemed to run out: the Apple family stall. Tending the stall was Big Macintosh — clearly having a bad case of morning fatigue — handing out bags of juicy red apples from yesterday’s harvest. Yawning tiredly, he handed the next bag over.

“Well, didn’t expect you of all stallions to show your face after being exposed to all mares who fawned over you,” Hoopla mocked, leaning against the stall after the customer had left.

“Are you even gonna buy anythin’?” he asked with irritation laced in his voice.

Hoopla tapped her chin, staring at the stall and the apples. “Why yes, I am,” she said with a snide smirk. “My new, better boyfriend will be buying,” Hoopla added, resting a hand on her hip and an elbow on the counter.

Knuckles being cracked distracted Hoopla, followed by voice with an exotic timbre. “That will not be necessary, he has the right to deny service to such an accessory,”

“How dare you-“ she spun on her heel to deliver her threat while pointing with an aggravated finger, but the words died in her throat. Towering above her was Big Mac’s saving grace, covered in a sleeved cloak.

“If this mocking of my coltfirend you continue, your broken muzzle will need more than a tissue,” Zecora threatened while folding her arms. Her piercing cyan glare terrified Hoopla - who’s coltfriend was gawking nearby - into submission. Nodding slowly, the mare stepped back and bowed her head in a pathetic display of an apology before sprinting off past oblivious shoppers. Relaxing, Zecora stepped behind the stall and hugged Big Mac. “I apologise for being late, my legs refused to cooperate,” she hinted to their last session, winking.

“Ah missed you,” said Big Mac, returning the hug. “Lemme guess; yer not wearin’ anything under that cloak?” he presumed with a raised eyebrow after his arms felt the cloak hug her figure.

Zecora blushed, “Only sandals bound with straps, the rest is bare for you under these wraps,” she clarified, a bare thigh escaping the confines of her cloak to tease him. Thankfully the stall was large enough to cover her act of public semi-nudity from her lower half, so the ponies passing by — as well as the other vendors — were none the wiser. Squinting her eyes at his, she asked with concern, “Your eyes have little light. Did you have trouble sleeping last night?”

Big Mac nodded, yawning. Zecora gave an amused chuckle, knowing precisely why. In all fairness, it has been a while since they last had fun. Scanning the area around the stall, Zecora slipped under the stall. “Uh, what are ya doin’?” he asked while his zipper was being pulled down. “W-We can’t here, not yet,” he whispered with an alarmed tone.

“Do not be daft, there is always a time where I can please your shaft,” the zebra licked her lips at the sight of his equine cock throbbing in front of her face. Placing her handbag to the side, she rummaged through it before pulling out a long, thick, floppy and phallic object. Giggling with glee, she placed it on the ground next to her.

“Yer one heck of a marefriend, ya know that?” complimented Big Mac, keeping an eye out for ponies who might want to buy.

“I like to think I am full of surprises, while you are my lover you can consider the bonuses,” Zecora grinned, removing the cloak. Flicking her tail aside and raised her hips; placing the dildo under her. She slowly allowed her striped ass to descend. A loud, wet pop was heard when she got it through. Moaning quietly, Zecora forced her hips further downwards until the silicon testicles of her toy pressed against her. Panting with her tongue hanging out, the zebra did not bother with the fellatio licking foreplay like before; instead she engorged Big Mac’s cock and held his hips to deepthroat him.

Mustering all his strength to not groan in pleasure, Big Mac clenched his teeth while his red fur concealed a blush. With a plastered smile, he handed a bag of apples to a customer. “Thank you for yer purchase,” he grunted, taking the bits and placing them into a jar. Zecora’s mouth felt far better than last time, she came prepared. Try as he might, not even the mighty Big Mac could hold back this. “Oomph!” he grunted, sweating bullets.

“Are you okay, sir…?” his customer asked, tilting her head.

“Ah’m fine, ma’am. Just stubbed mah toe,” Big Mac lied, trying to not groan again.

Giving him an odd look, the customer walked off. Zecora stopped sucking and looked up with an awkward smile while scratching the back of her neck. “Sorry,” she simply said.

“It’s fine,” Big Mac whispered.

Shifting her legs, Zecora positioned her feet over the large testicles of her toy to hold it in place. Raising her hips, her feet kept it in place before she settled her buttocks on her calfs; hot, steamy breath left her lips. “Now that I am sexually prepared, I will make sure no sperm is spared,” she giggled, sliding his penis down her throat.

Zecora’s gag reflex was practically non-existent. She pulled back and slid him back in at intervals so she doesn’t lose her breath, all the while bouncing her ass on the dildo now covered in her juices. Her striped mohawk bounced to and fro, held together by a pin shaped like her glyph mark. Zecora’s burning breath turned her mouth and everything beyond that into a warm blanket of pleasure. Big Mac was going crazy, he had to find a way to do something without standing there and looking like a complete idiot wetting his trousers and enjoying it, fast. Leaning over on the stall with an elbow, he clawed at his orange mane with shifting eyes which were now the size of pinheads. The shop vendors were closing for lunch, of course! Trembling, he leaned over the edge of his stall and scanned left and right for any last minute customers. None in sight, thank Celestia. One half-hour lunch time all to themselves.

Pulling up a stool he pulled the curtains shut, leaving a sign saying ‘out to lunch’ on the front. Carefully, Big Mac situated himself on the stool, Zecora following his movements by lurching forward when he finally sat. With her bent so far forwards, the dildo stuck out upwards like a shorter extra tail once her bountiful ass was raised. Sighing with a quivering smile, Big Mac quietly groaned, drowned out by the slurping coming from his marefriend. Pulling away with a strand of saliva connecting her bottom lip to the tip of his cock, Zecora wrapped her soft breasts around it and emulated the feeling of her thighs grinding him. “Where is that glorious cum shot? Give me all that you have got,” Zecora panted, bouncing her breasts on his throbbing cock which was red as his fur from the pressure building up to his release.

Throwing his head back, the red stallion released a sticky load all over her face in three quick spurts. Licking her lips to taste it, she giggled. Wiping the rest off with a rag, the zebra stood and positioned his cock ready to enter her wet folds. Big Mac held her hips to assist in her descent, his shaft entering with little resistance while scraping her sensitive clitoris on her way down. Moaning, Zecora wrapped her legs around his hips and held his shoulders. Both lost in each other’s eyes, the zebra rode him with her toy still lodged deep in her rectum. With both his cock and her toy side by side inside her, Zecora gripped his shoulders and let a pleasured whimper escape. “You don’t have to push yerself fer me,” Big Mac comforted, his breath now a hot steam as well.

“I am fine, just happy that destiny made our paths intertwine,” she replied, increasing her pace.

“Allow me,” he smiled while gripping her hips. Moaning in surprise from a quick thrust from her lover, Zecora clasped her mouth to not make too much noise.

His thrusts were quick, yet rhythmic. Every time he pumped his hips upwards, his throbbing testicles would press against her. Big Mac’s equine tip breached her uterus, now his cock was a lump displaying itself proudly as a lump on her belly. Curling her toes in a mixture elf pain and ecstasy, Zecora opened her mouth to moan loudly out of instinct. Thinking quickly Big Mac kissed her deeply, the moan instead going down his throat. Beads of sweat dripped down both their faces at the thought of being caught. The feeling of being caught however drove their pleasure even further, making Big Mac pin her to the ground and ram his cock against her even harder.

Wrapping her legs around him again, Zecora refused to let him slide out until his load was filling her to the brim. “Ya do know if this happens ah might take you pregnant,” Big Mac grunted, his eyes squeezed shut.

Taking a deep breath to focus her mind and not moan Zecora replied, “Before I arrived to our special fling, I took a special brew this morning.” Those words were like heavenly choirs singing into his ears, if he got her pregnant this would mean a lot of complications in both their families. Whatever family Zecora may be from and where they are. Losing her was the last thing on the farm pony’s mind.

“Ya know,” he began, slowing his pace so they can both focus. “We should come clean to AJ, it would be best fer our relationship in the long run.”

Reaching out, Zecora stroked his face with a striped hand. “But what if Applejack can not handle the truth? It would probably unleash a language from her most uncouth.”

“Ah don’t care,” Big Mac hissed, picking up the pace again while pinning Zecora down by her wrists. “If it comes to that, ah’ll keep on badgerin’ her until she does let it happen.”

Big Mac’s hips continued their onslaught, a red furred and denim jean blur was all that could be seen by the naked eye. Not long now, his balls look like they’re ready to blow at any given moment. A darker shade of red covered his entire head, as if he was holding it all back. His cock and balls gave a few quick spurts, making Zecora moan quietly at how hot it felt. Grinning and allowing lust to briefly overtake her, she tightly gripped his stallionhood. He cried out, needing Zecora to cup his mouth with a shush. Dragging his head closer the lovers shared a deep, passionate kiss while they both moaned quietly through their shared orgasm. The eruption of semen was comparable to that of a volcano, filling her to the point of cum bubbling out.

Pulling his hips back, Big Mac’s now floppy cock slid out. “Ah think ya need a shower,” he pointed out, staring at the viscous waterfall dripping down his marefriend’s entrance which split into two at the dildo still tightly clutched by her asshole.

“Our fun was amazing and not a bore, but that statement I could not agree more,” Zecora panted, resting her head on the ground and staring back up at Big Mac.

“Crap… lunch break ended fifteen minutes ago.”

After selling the rest of the apples to confused and disgruntled customers and a stop by the lake, Zecora and Big Mac assisted each other in dragging the apple cart full of gold bits in the sacks previously used to hold the sold apples. Ponies always wondered why they had such a simple lifestyle despite gaining cartloads of money every day, but they forget that the Apple family need to keep the orchard healthy.

“Ok, so this is how we break it to her?” asked Big Mac, pulling the left arm of the cart.

“Honesty is the best policy,” simply replied Zecora with a nod, her body hidden under the large cloak with the hood down.

Approaching the farm, Winona sprinted up to one of her owners and barked happily. Turning her attention to Zecora, the collie sniffed at her before gazing up confused. Sniffing Big Mac again, Winona shook her head and sprinted off. “Ah think she smelled me in ya,” he chuckled as his marefriend blushed. “Alright, here we go,” gulped the red stallion, opening the door with Zecora close behind. The first sight to welcome them was the kitchen clearly seen through the living room, Applejack cutting cucumbers with her back to them. Clearing his throat, Big Mac said, “Ah-uh, we have somethin’ to tell ya,” he stammered, closing the door behind him and Zecora.

Applejack had her knife raised, ready to cleave the cucumber into paper thin slices, at least attempt to. “Go on,” she replied, cutting into it with a loud crunch, probably cut a wide slice.

Profuse sweat gathered on Big Mac’s brow while he stumbled to find the right words. “Well, it starts off when ah went to get mah problem fixed and, uhm… one thing led to another and- Oh darn it all! I’m datin’ Zecora!” he finally confessed, making Applejack stop mid-swing with her knife. Both the stallion and zebra gulped when the blonde-maned cowpony turned to face them, her signature stetson hat covering her face.

Knife still in hand, Applejack approached, her hat still covering whatever emotions she had. Zecora’s stripes seemed to disappear along with Big Mac’s red hue. Stepping backwards towards the door for an escape, it was closed, and it would be too late to get out by the time they open it. They were trapped. In front of Big Mac, Applejack raised the knife and used it to push the brim of her hat to reveal an amused smile. “What the hay made you think I wouldn’t find out anyway?”

“We thought you were out of whack, you nearly gave us a heart attack!” Zecora exclaimed, her chest heaving for breath.

“Sorry, kinda thought it would be funny to scare ya,” Shrugged Applejack. “Besides-“ she spun the knife in her hand and held it up. “-plastic, I ain’t dumb enough to use actual dangerous stuff.”

Big Mac slapped a hand to his forehead and exclaimed, “Heavens to Betsy! Before ah begin givin’ ya a right deserved noogie on yer noggin, how did ya know?” A single piece of paper was his answer: Zecora’s letter. He must have left it in his room before heading out to the market. “…Oh.”

“So you are saying you are not enraged? Or to hide your true feelings towards the matter your current feelings are staged?” asked Zecora who was previously hiding behind her coltfriend.

“Ain’t even mad, in fact, best he finally met somepony who actually cares enough about him. Though it will be kinda awkward at the next family reunion with a zebra walkin’ around,” Applejack admitted, an awkward silence growing between them. “Sorry…was that racist?”

Zecora held up her hands and shook her head. “No it is quite alright, you can not help being forthright.”

“Alright, well, wanna stay for dinner?” asked Applejack, grinning cheerfully.

Zecora blushed, gazing over her shoulder to her backside. “If you have extra less revealing clothes that would be nice, and a bathroom so I can remove something-“

The cowpony got the idea, and held up a finger to interrupt Zecora’s rhyming explanation, “Say no more, bathroom’s on the left upstairs. I’ll get ya some spare clothes when I’m done.”

“You are most kind, it will be quite a journey to be one with a family so refined,” she smiled, heading up the stairs while Applejack turned to Big Mac and pointed to Zecora’s ass while mouthing ‘a toy?’. He nodded, blushing at the memory of their obscene act.

Taking the time to make sure Zecora was fully out of view and earshot, Applejack tried to not laugh. “Heck of an evenin’ huh, big brother?”

“Eeyup.”

“Maybe we should let her move in, we got an extra room with a chimney she could use for her witchcraft hooha. Or would you rather her sleep with you in your room?” Applejack gave him a knowing stare.

Pondering on the choice, Big Mac sat on the bottom step of the stairs. Zecora needed her equipment, but no doubt she would want to snuggle next to him for a good night’s sleep. “Ah’ll ask.”

“Do not bother, I already have an answer,” Called out Zecora from above. “If possible can I sleep with Big Macintosh while my potions and brewery stay in your spare? Does that sound fair?”

“Whatever floats yer boat!” the cowpony called back up, walking up the stairs past her brother. “Gotta give her somethin’ to wear.”

Half an hour later.

Resting his chin on his palm, Big Mac snored while waiting for Zecora to finish dressing up so they can go to collect her things. Feeling a tap on his shoulder, his little dream bubble popped to see Zecora standing over him with a cheerful smile. She was dressed in a low cut t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts, it was the only thing that would fit besides Big Mac’s clothes. But she did mention something to Applejack about ‘free movement’. “I apologise for being late sincerely, but finding clothes to fit was difficult without them feeling tight or flimsy.”

“It’s quite alright,” yawned Big Mac, standing. “Ya look good though,” he chuckled, giving Zecora peck on the cheek.

Zecora giggled, shaking her posterior as a taunt towards him while standing in the doorway. “Maybe when we’re done, we can some some midnight fun.”

“Yer insatiable aren’t ya?”

“My libido may go above, but it’s reserved only for who I love,” she reassured, swaying her hips as she hopped on a cart.

Shrugging with a smile, Big Mac held both arms of the cart and dragged it behind him. “Works fer me.”