One Bottle Will Do The Trick
In the late hours of the night, a stallion and mare were in an embrace, kissing under the moon. Big Mac lowered his denim jeans, ready to pleasure his marefriend until…
Hoopla sighed, “Again?”
He blushed in embarrassment, staring down at his limp noodle of a dick, which had just been hard as stone. This had been the seventh time in a row. Before this ailment struck him, Big Mac could go for as long as he wished to. Unfortunately, like his great grandfather, he had suffered from erectile dysfunction. His underwear was all soggy and sticky from his release, which should have been filling the disappointed mare’s mouth and nethers.
Grumbling, Hoopla pulled her shirt back down, covering her breasts, and pulled her pants back up. “Look, I think we should see other ponies.”
“Huh, why?” questioned Big Mac. “Ya mean yer leavin’ me?”
Without another word, Hoopla simply nodded and left, leaving the heartbroken farm pony to wallow in his misery. This wasn’t the first time he had been dumped because of his condition, the mare he dated before was always hinting on a sexual session; only after his crown jewels. When they found out he couldn’t get it up, they usually ended it quickly. In the case of Hoopla she had sadly gotten into his heart before she had gotten into his pants. She had really torn his heart apart, just because she was disappointed.
Gathering what dignity he could, that was not dribbling down his leg, Big Mac walked out to the laundry pile by the barn and threw his jeans onto it. Thankfully the rest of the family were asleep, so they couldn’t see him naked, or so he thought.
“No luck with the ladies, big brother?” A sympathetic voice asked him. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen was Applejack, chewing on a midnight snack; a lettuce sandwich.
Shaking his head solemnly, Big Mac slumped his shoulders and dragged his feet to the bathroom to wash off his shame.
Avoiding eye contact with his nether regions, Applejack followed. When Big Mac closed the door behind him, Applejack leaned up against the locked door. “Ya know, ah think ah might know a mare who might help.”
“Thank you for the offer, but nope,” he answered from inside, rubbing his leg with a wet towel.
“Not in the way yer thinking,” she chuckled. ”She makes remedies of every kind. Heck, she fixed my twitchy wrist with one of her fancy witch-brews. She might even have a remedy for yer problem,” she clarified,and took another bite from the sandwich.
“Ya mean Zecora?”
“Bingo!”
It would probably be a good idea, but what he was worried about what side effects her magical brews could have. But at this point, he did not have much of a choice, he considered regular drugs far riskier and much more uncertain on their effectiveness. Weighing his options, Zecora was the best choice, considering the other option was viagra. That stuff he avoided like the plague, he had heard that they could last for many, many hours, and cause excruciating pain in the penis.
“Alright, I’ll go over tomorrow.”
“Good luck,” giggled Applejack, walking off to bed.
Morning, usually known as working hours, but for Big Mac it meant he was finally going to get this issue solved. Waving goodbye, he strolled down the dirt path in a fresh pair of denim jeans and his favourite grey t-shirt. Though the cowpony boots were a bit much now that he thought about it, oh well, no turning back now.
The Everfree was… for lack of a better word, creepy. Actually, there could be a whole slew of words from the dictionary to describe this place, creepy was simply stating the obvious.
A warm glow emanated from the distance, illuminating a hut built out of a tree, with potions hanging by ropes from the branches, and a tribal mask decorating the entrance. Taking a deep breath, Big Mac approached. As he came near, a bright red light shone out through the open windows. Panicking, he dropped to the ground, arms over his head, shielding himself against whatever horror might be in there.
Peeking through his fingers, Big Mac was met with Zecora staring down at him with an amused smile. This was the zebra who Apple Bloom hung out with in her free time, when she wasn’t crusading? She was practically naked, only covered by a loincloth and a strip of the same material wrapped around her breasts. Blushing so deeply that his own red fur couldn’t hide it, he covered his eyes.
“It is good to finally meet I assure, have you come to my hut for a cure?” she rhymed, her voice was slightly more masculine than he had imagined, but with an exotic timbre to it.
“Eyyyup…” Big Mac mumbled, he lifted himself up and met her gaze. The first thing he noticed, other than her voluptuous figure, was how tall she was, she was about the same height as him, well, if you discounted her mohawk.
Tilting her head to the side with a confused glance she simply asked with a concerned voice, “Is there something the matter? You seem to have trouble on your platter.”
“Erm, well uh… ya got pretty eyes?” Big Mac half-lied to get out of the awkward situation, only to dig himself deeper when the zebra blushed. “Sorry, ma’am. I ain’t much good with words like you are.”
“That may be so, Big Mac, I hear you put it all into your back.” Zecora stepped aside and motioned him in.
Nodding thankfully, he stepped into her home. There was a cauldron there, and the warmth from its fire made him feel right at home. Her hut had a much better vibe than the forest outside. How did she even survive out there?
A single bottle sat on the table, releasing a red fume that seemed to create… hearts? “That ain’t the love poison, is it?” He warily approached. “I’ve had some unpleasant business with it.”
“Not all at all my well endowed friend, this is a different sort of blend,” Zecora assured.
“Well endowed? Where in the hay did that come from?”
Zecora gave him a look. “Just drink and do not think.”
Already terrified from her stern cyan eyes, Big Mac didn’t dare question her. He grabbed the bottle and started chugging it down. Zecora watched him intently, arms folded over her ample breasts, squishing them together. Big Mac couldn’t help but notice her breasts; they were huge and he had to take a peek. He shifted his eyes, ever so slightly, till they were in his view. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, he started sweating as he continued downing the potion.
After finally drinking the last drop down, Big Mac placed the bottle down with a satisfied puff from his lips. Looking over to Zecora, she was cupping her muzzle with one of her hands while staring down at him. Following her line of sight, he was met with the huge lump that looked like it was ready to tear through his trousers. “Ah…ah gotta go!” Big Mac stammered and sprinted for the door.
His sprint to the door got stopped by a long, striped and gold banded arm, that wrestled him to the ground. “It is quite rude to leave so quickly, yet it is suprising you can move so with your thing so thickly.” Zecora gave him an icy glare that sent shivers up his spine. She rolled her shoulder and stretched her arm.
Not only was she smart and tall, but powerful. Then again, it should be quite obvious considering how toned her body was, despite having ample breasts and buttocks.
He growled, sitting up and returned with his own glare. “You’d better have a good explanation for this, without them fancy rhymes either!”
Sitting on the floor in front of the confused stallion, Zecora rubbed her eyes with her index finger and thumb. “It gets really lonely, with ponies who are too afraid to approach you casually.”
“Yer not treated like a witch anymore, remember? AJ told me about what happened.” He chuckled. “I'll never let her live that down.”
Zecora sat down to his eye level, and pulled her knees to her chin, and gave him an angry look. “And do tell me, is there anypony brave enough to come to my hut and ask me out on a date? No. I have tried dating services and even going on blind dates, looking for the right stallion, but guess what they are always after?” She stood up and gestured to her body, face scowling.
Big Mac chuckled. “I know how ya feel, it’s the thing between ma legs that makes mares want to be with me. What happened to all those stallions you met then?”
“I’ve never had a stallion in my life, but I did plenty of rejections.” She sighed. “It gets worse during mating season or your Hearts and Hooves day, sometimes I would make a brew that would let me sleep through it all and avoid the hassle.”
Gazing sympathetically to the zebra, Big Mac scratched the back of his neck. All things considering, they were both kind of in the same situation. They faced their share of hardships when it came to finding love, and it was all because of one major factor: their bodies. “Y’know, from what Apple Bloom tells us at the dinner table every night, I hear yer real nice. Though ya kinda have a mean left hook.” He chuckled and rubbed his sore arm.
“Sorry, my nerves can get the better of me sometimes.” An awkward silence grew between them. “Can I rhyme now?”
“Oh! Apologies, ma’am.” Big Mac bowed his head apologetically.
“Do not be on your guard.” She waved dismissively. She looked down and her eyes went wide. “By the heavens is that thing still hard?”
“Eeyup…” Grunted the stallion, the pain from his erection was catching up. It had been so long since he had an erection that did not fall limp in three minutes. “I’d best, oomph, be gettin’ home.”
Zecora placed a hand on his, staring determinedly into his eyes. “Please, allow me, I want to set your stresses free.”
Porno magazines? Or is the mare offering to help herself? His brain was arguing with his crotch, whether or not he should bury himself between those thighs and buttocks. “Well… ah’m sorry but…” he trailed off, realising what was going on.
Was she offering to be his marefriend in the most forward way possible? He raised his eyebrow at the possibility.
Zecora could see what he was thinking, she smiled and nodded. “The choice is yours to make, I do not wish your decision to be fake.”
“By all means, ma-“
“Please, Zecora is my name.” She smiled, crawling towards him with bedroom eyes. “Now I have a monster here to tame.” Pinching his zipper, she pulled it down and allowed his erection to burst through. Stroking it softly, she felt it throb in her hand. Big Mac clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut from the sensation, he was so sensitive. Teasing his member with her tongue, she swirled it around before taking the tip into her mouth.
Groaning softly, he threw his head back while Zecora sucked the tip slowly. Stroking the shaft with one hand, she used the other to cup his balls and squeeze them. She let out a muffled giggle from his reaction, pushing her head down to swallow more of the shaft. From there she began bobbing her head up and down, while her tongue poked out between his cock and her bottom lip. The slurping sounds she made, each time she pushed downwards, drowned out Big Mac's moaning.
“H-How’d you be this good without having a- agh!” groaned Big Mac.
Zecora bit it softly, then pulled away from it, a long strand of saliva connected her mouth to the tip.Taking a second to catch her breath, she stroked his cock to distract him. “A secret that I keep, a plastic friend I throat so deep.”
Bending down further, she licked his sack upwards, all the way up his shaft till she reached the tip, then she swallowed the entire thing. This time, her lips touched the base with his cock going down her throat, creating a lump.
What am I doing? They both thought.
Zecora bobbed her head faster, getting Big Mac to groan loudly.
What would the Apple family think?
Do I even like him?
They both stopped, thinking to themselves in their own little world. Getting a glint in both their eyes, they both locked and stared at each other.
Ah don’t give a damn!
Yes, I do!
Pulling away to catch her breath, Zecora crawled up his large figure until her hips met his. Closing her eyes, she undid a band in her mohawk, causing the black and white mane to fall down her shoulders in long silky strands. Big Mac gawked at this, his heart thumping in his chest. “Before we continue and in our passion get immersed,” she whispered, leaning closer; “I must confess, you are my first.”
“Then ah’ll be honoured.” Big Mac grinned, fighting the temptation to slide inside her. Her eyes though, her alluring eyes, seemed to beg him to do it.
Taking the task into her own hands, Zecora slid upwards, her wet slit dragging itself along the top of his shaft. Moaning slightly, she felt the tip of his long cock push against her. Grabbing the loin cloth that was impeding her, she tore it off. She took a hold of his cock and guided it up to her wet folds and then allowed herself to be penetrated. Clutching Big Mac in an embrace, she tightly shut her eyes and bore the pain, allowing a tear to escape.
“Are you okay?” he asked, returning the embrace once he sat up, still inside her. “If ya wanna stop, ah won’t argue.”
Zecora panted, opening one eye with a small smile. “I’m okay, do not hold back, I can take the fury from your pack.” she encouraged the stallion, giving him a deep kiss while she shifted her hips in a circular motion. Pleasure shot through both the stallion and zebra, Big Mac felt every inch of her vaginal walls while she could every inch of his cock. Getting down to business, she raised her hips and dropped down, in one fast singular motion. “Ooh…” she moaned, and raised her hips again.
Planting a kiss on her lips again, Big Mac thrusted his hips upwards into her. Their moans escaped the confines of the hut, both lost in their passion. Lapping at his tongue, Zecora’s swirled around Big Mac’s tongue as she rode him.
A warm sticky substance dribbled down his cock, making him blush in embarrassment. Not now, didn’t the potion fix him? Fortunately, he could feel that he was still rock hard. “The potions effect is interesting, isn’t it?” Zecora smiled, raising herself off of him. “Now let’s make your cock fit.” Flicking her semi-bound tail aside, she showed off all of her bountiful striped ass. Positioning his member up against her hole, she sat down, swallowing the entire thing. Gasping, she fell forward onto her knees.
Seeing this as an opportunity to show her his legendary stamina, Big Mac positioned himself to look like he was pinning her down and thrusted with all his might. Biting her bottom lip, the zebra held back her screams of pleasure, while her ass got rammed hard by her new coltfriend. Sliding his cock until his equine tip was about to pop out, Big Mac held.
Looking over her shoulder, the zebra gave a confused stare, wondering why he stopped. A kiss on her back surprised her, with a sudden deep ram for extra measure, the force of his thrust forcing out all the cum from her pussy, spilling onto the floor, while she held a silent scream of sexual ecstasy. “A-Ah-Ah…” Zecora moaned, drooling. “M-Mac… please more,” she begged, her long, monochrome mane hiding her face. Even rhyming through her ecstasy, Zecora begged again, “Make me forever yours.”
“Eyyup!” Grunted Big Mac, picking up the pace. Gripping her glyph mark on both sides, he pressed her ass cheeks together. He climaxed multiple times inside, yet his cock showed no signs of limping. After a few deep thrusts, Big Mac felt some build-up, his cock throbbing as a result. His final climax was ready.
“Do it,” Zecora beckoned with a smirk, her ears flat against her skull. She was out of breath and could barely moan anymore, only able to gasp deeply. Only between Big Mac’s deep thrust could she speak. Arching her back, cock still in her ass, she held her arm up and wrapped it around Big Mac’s neck, nuzzling his chin.
Plunging inside, the red stallion groaned with a look of pure satisfaction on his face when his sticky mess was released inside. With the amount already filling her, the cum bubbled around the rim of her ass until it began dripping out. “Was ah too rough for yer first time…?” panted Big Mac, sliding himself out.
“No,” she answered, “well a little.” She shifted and sat down on her knees. “I loved every moment for I’m not brittle.”
Sighing with a smile, Big Mac hugged the zebra in his strong, red furred arms. “Ah hope AJ doesn’t mind this, she can overreact. By the way, what was in that potion?”
Zecora giggled, flicking her tail. “Ice tea and a bit of spice; it was just to make you think twice.” she answered, trying to hold back the amusement in her voice.
“…What?” gawked Big Mac. “Whaddya mean? Ah saw smoke shaped hearts fer cryin’ out loud.”
“Mac, you’re marefriend–” She gestured to herself. “–is a shaman. Adding effects to tea is easy for a layman.”
“Ah would question how you knew ah was comin’ to make it, but mah real question is, why did it work anyway?”
“Oh dear Big Macintosh, though the pool to your stamina may be bottomless, you were lacking one thing that made you panic: confidence.” Zecora poked on the muzzle. “Best you be on your way, isn’t it still your work day?”
Big Mac rolled his eyes, barely wanting to move, let alone leave after such an amazing time. He wanted so badly to stay and talk more, get to know her a little better. But she was right, if he missed any more of the day the weight of the workload would be on Applejack. That would be selfish of him. “Fine…where and when could we meet again?”
“We can talk by pen and ink, till a way to tell your friends and family you can think. On the day that you do, more dignified clothes I must wear, this is true.” Zecora’s legs quivered as she tried to stand, she reached for a staff resting near the door and used it for support.
“This is what you wear under that cloak?” Big Mac asked, and let her lean on his shoulder for support.
“Yes,” she admitted, smiling in appreciation for his kindness. “Now off you go, before the sun hangs too low.”
Opening the door he stepped out, slinging his sweat stained shirt over his shoulder, his jeans giving off a musky odour. Best to saturate it with sweat and mud from a hard day’s work, before throwing them into the laundry, so as to cover his tracks, and work someplace far away from the others.
Stopping mid-step out the door, he quickly turned around to give Zecora a parting kiss. As quickly as it had happened, it ended with him leaving for the orchard, waving goodbye.
Aiming his sights at the sturdy oak tree, Big Mac hunched down and reared his shoulders like a beast, getting into a running position. Charging forward, he rammed the trunk with his shoulder like a pro-footballer, making the the tree shake like a tuning fork. Apples left and right fell into the barrels below for this week’s shipment while he dusted the bark off his shoulder and his mane.
“Big Mac, why’re ya farrmin’ over there?” Applejack enquired. “Did Zecora help fix yer problem?”
“Eeyup.” Her older brother smiled, preparing for another charge.
She held out a letter, catching his attention. “It’s from Zecora.”
“Uh, thanks.” Big Mac took the letter. “I’ll open it later,” he lied, putting it into his back pocket.
Shrugging off his odd reply, Applejack headed back to her area for the rest of the barrels. Once she was out of sight, Big Mac scanned the area for any nuisances that may come by. Opening envelope, he slid out the letter, and read.
Dear Big Macintosh,
Sorry to write to you so soon, but I’ll be in Ponyville on thursday noon. I have an errand at the market to run, if possible we could meet and have some fun. It would be nice to see you again, I want so much to see my red and strong coltfriend.
With love,
Zecora.
One Bottle Will Do The Trick
Extra Chapter: Maybe One More Bottle?
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.”
