Sleepover at Apple Bloom's

Big Mac had turned off his light, but his mind was racing too much to even think about sleeping. Had he really just done all that? With Sweetie Belle? His little, little sister’s friend? Of course, he knew he had—after all, he could still smell her and taste her—but she had wanted it, too, right?

The young stallion replayed the events several times, and kept coming to the reassuring conclusion that at each pause, at every junction, it had been the little unicorn who had taken the initiative. She had jumped on him and kissed him; she admitted to having feelings for him; she had pushed his hooves down to her haunches and below. She had even alluded to clopping.

But he was old enough to know better, and although there weren’t any hard-and-fast age rules regarding pony partners, he didn’t think most ponyfolk would condone such an age difference between him and Sweetie Belle. Gosh, how young was she? She didn’t even have her cutie mark, for Celestia’s sake!

There wasn’t any doubt, however, that he loved the little unicorn—though until that night, he wouldn’t have admitted to himself how much he cared for her. He knew, for instance, that he had taken an extra few seconds to frolic with Sweetie Belle before throwing her in the tub, while the other two fillies had hardly even registered on his radar.

Of course, he never would have dared to initiate anything sexual with her; he frankly didn’t think that little fillies worked like that. But there she had been. Bang. Right in his room. Waiting for him. Thinking about him. Maybe even touching herself on his bed. As wet as she was, she probably had been.

Upon reflection, he was sort of surprised that he had never even taken off the towel from around his waist. Maybe that was a good thing. He knew that his member was larger than most; the mares at school used to gossip about “Big” Big Macintosh, and most of the stallions admitted that he was aptly named for both his physical stature and his package size.

Besides, with Sweetie Belle, there just wasn’t any way that his giant dick would—well—fit. Not until she had grown considerably, anyway. They would just have to find other ways to enjoy each other, like they had that night. Though he had been hard throughout most of their love-making, he had somehow put his needs aside and just concentrated on hers. He had been so in tune with her little body that he had shared in her orgasm on sort of a spiritual level.

And it had been a fulfilling experience, there was no doubting that. He had enjoyed it immensely, and there was absolutely no way that a little filly like that could fake such an intense orgasm. She had shaken so violently that he was almost afraid. He was especially blown away by the fireworks at the end. Having never been with a unicorn before—there had been three earth ponies like himself and one pegasus, if anypony was keeping score—he wondered if they all did something like that or if she was just special in that regard.

He thought back to the days when he was just a colt with a blank flank. Sure, he had played some harmless games of “Look Up My Tail” with cousins and friends in the barns, and there was that one time that he and Cheerilee went to the swimming hole by themselves and fooled around a little bit, but he had never done anything as serious as what Sweetie Belle had just done.

Big Mac replayed his favorite moment from their encounter over and over again. The grown-up way she had looked back at him over her shoulder and lifted her tail—yikes—that was just stunning. And what she revealed was astonishing, too. Her tiny marehood had been pink and perfect and dripping wet. He could still feel the heat coming off her flanks, and he could taste the tangy juice from her little lips. He loved the way she squirmed every time he circled her clit, and then jumped when he flicked it with the tip of his tongue.

He promised himself, that no matter what, as long as he needed to, he would always be gentle and tender and let her call the shots, and he hoped they would continue being lovers as she matured.

His hard-on was pretty insistent now, and he knew that he’d have to take care of it before getting any sleep. He flung the damp towel to the floor and grabbed his bottle of hoof lotion and a box of tissues.

It didn’t take long to realize that the night’s action had gotten him pretty riled up. His cheeks were still hot and flushed, and each stroke on his long shaft brought him intense pleasure. The fact that he was picturing Sweetie Belle’s tiny twat waggling in his face helped.

He pictured a not-too-distant future in which his little unicorn had become a beautiful young mare, and they wouldn’t have to resort to clandestine meetings. She’d be all grown up, and a more proper size, and a slightly more acceptable age, and drop-dead sexy, and maybe he’d be lucky enough to still be with her. He let out a snort and bit his lower lip as his body started to tense up. Hopefully one day, uhh, maybe someday, mmh, he would get to really hit that, ahh, he’d grab that little mare and buck her so, mmahh, buck her so hah…

He ejaculated with such force that the first glob hit the headboard behind him, although most of the rest landed nicely on the tissues on his stomach. He collapsed back onto the bed and caught his breath. He let out a sputter of satisfaction, and tried to recall if he’d ever shot his wad that far before.

After cleaning up and putting his clopping supplies away, Big Mac rolled over and closed his eyes. He thought about the little unicorn who was probably—hopefully—sleeping just a few doors down the hall, and he smiled. She had asked if he would wait for her. Next time. There would be a next time. He drifted off to sleep trying to think of ways that he could persuade Apple Bloom to host another sleepover as soon as possible.