Big McIntosh gave a huff as the muscular stallion finally removed his harness, setting the plow down in the barn. The sun was slowly settling into the hills and treetops of Sweet Apple Acres, the vibrant oranges showing through the soft, smooth greens in the horizon as light painted the sky. Gentle breezes set the red dotted apple trees into rhythmic swaying under that tapestry of a sky. A deep sigh left the stallion as he began trotting toward the gate to the farm, his coat shifting in the breeze. This was his favorite time of the day: the moment where the farm calmed down and prepared for the evening to come and the whole world seemed bathed in peace and silence.
But Big McIntosh’s day was not over. He still had some work left on his plate. The only difference was that it was not farm work. He smiled to himself as he passed a sleeping Granny Smith, the old mare snoring and rocking in her chair on the porch. He trotted along, happy to see her resting, his short tail bobbing as he continued on his way. He’d check up on her when he came back for the night.
Mac was a quiet pony, not prone to shouting or raising a fuss, and he preferred it when his life was quiet and calm to match. As he exited the farm, he took in the beauty of his surroundings and the sky and enjoyed the peace and calm. His powerful body seemed to drink in the serenity and turn it into energy. Any normal pony would have been flopped on their back, panting and wheezing after an 8-hour day of non-stop plowing and farm care; but not Big Mac. His powerful legs weren’t tired in the least, carrying him yard after yard as he made his way deliberately toward Ponyville. His healthy lungs pulled in gusts of wind to charge his body and expelled hurricanes of sweet, apple scented breath.
He was a paragon of strength and still fit to burst with energy and power after a long work day. As he passed through the streets mares and colts alike smiled and waved, even his fellow stallions showing the power house of Ponyville some respect. Many of them knew the purpose of his movements. They may have not known where he was going, but they could be certain he was off to do yet another job. His stamina was something even his sister, Applejack, had marveled at from time to time.
The ponies surrounding Big Mac as they went about their business gave him knowing glances, though nothing looked out of place. Mac looked like the same quiet, calm stallion they knew. Those who didn’t know him well probably wouldn’t even notice that he was in a bit of a hurry. Those who did know him could sense his urgency behind his relaxed expression.
Big McIntosh was, of course, a stallion. More importantly, he was a bachelor stallion of Ponyville. That alone made him somewhat rare. The majority of the Ponyville populace was comprised of mares, many looking for that special somepony, others simply going through life trying to fulfill their destinies. Yet no matter what the young bachelorettes were looking for, one fact remained in ponyville; a fact that rang true for ponies all over Equestria. Everypony needs relief.
It wasn’t common knowledge when or why Big McIntosh started his second job, nor did anyone choose to interrogate him for that information. All that mattered was that he did the job; he did it for anypony in need, and that was no secret. If you had the bits, there was a stallion ready to satisfy you, and he wouldn’t judge, blab, or spread rumors. Even stranger (and somehow even more appealing) was the fact that there were no ties when the job was done. No commitments or obligations, no need, even, to say anything. For those who wanted to speak and wanted affection when the deed was done, it was given in ample supply.
As Mac came to the wooden doorway of a familiar, small cottage, the large stallion halted himself, raising a hoof and giving a surprisingly gentle knock. The door swung open a short second later, opening just wide enough to show Fluttershy’s blushing features. “Oh, Big Mac,” she whispered, smiling kindly and opening the door a bit more, letting the light of the setting sun bleed into her home. She let out a soft, “Oh my,” as she stared at the large scarlet stallion, taking in the beautiful sight of the orange light radiating off of his sides.
He was so large, so gorgeous in the evening sun that he stole her breath away. The way the light turned his mane radiant gold, entranced her and she leaned in to take him in with her eyes. The slow, powerful, deep breaths he took reminded her of a wild beasts, and as he stood there, unmoving in her doorway, she let herself be drawn in and press to his chest. The feeling was glorious.
His heartbeat shook her with it’s slow rhythm and she nuzzled her way into his overpowering warmth. He smelled like oats and apples, the richness of the odor enough for her to drown in. All of him was overbearing in the right ways. It took her a second to realize she’d begun rubbing him up in her doorway and a second more for her to pull herself back with a blush that matched the hue of his coat. “Please, c-come in,” she requested, closing the cottage door behind him as he stepped in and then turned, making her the center of his attention.
“I-I left the bits on the table and I made us tea if you were thirsty and-,” she began, nervously speaking before he cut her off with a kiss, melting her thoughts with the fierce passion behind the kiss. He knew what she wanted and he intended to give it to her. She always made tea and tried to hold herself back, but he’d learned it was best to skip the tea and let her give in to her urges. He stepped forward into the kiss and Fluttershy stumbled back onto her rump with a cute, timid squeak. Her squeak was followed with an enthusiastic moan as he insistently invaded her mouth with his tongue. He was sweet and powerful in everything he did to the point that Fluttershy quivered in anticipation, her wings spreading as her excitement climbed.
Their tongues were dancing privately within their lip lock, the mare tasting the stallion as he took control of the situation entirely. Then he stepped forward again and she was on her back, wings spread wide along with her haunches, her silky pink tail pinned under the cushion of her rump. He was over her, and she could see him in his entirety. His powerful, thick legs held him with no effort over her as his muscular torso angled him down to her. His eyes were closed in a charmingly soft way that made Fluttershy flutter her own closed and give in to him as he loomed over her.
Breaking the kiss, he looked down into her cerulean eyes, his calm, confident smile continuing to calm her mind as he looked her over. There was no denying that Fluttershy was cute, her adorable eyes and nose framed by her pink mane. Mac had always liked the way she smelled, a subtle, flowery aroma always lingering wherever the timid mare happened to be. Looking down her with his deep green eyes, mac took in her subtle, reserved curves, thinking about her fitting softness and how it reflected her persona so perfectly. Lifting a hoof he ran it down her, putting a little weight behind it to press her down the way she liked.
Mac ran his hoof over her fine, soft fur, down to the slight swell of her tummy, eliciting soft gasps and moans from his plush mate. She was looking down between them, her large eyes locked on his hoof as it neared her apex. Drawing the hoof away, he hooked it under her chin and arrested her in another kiss, this one deep and brief, before he pulled away and stared down at her again. Her fireplace crackled, the fire providing the only light within the cottage as the light from the sun waned. In the orange light, Fluttershy's tame beauty seemed to turn wild, the soft, light tones seeming deeper.
The thought of a wild and aggressive Fluttershy came to Big McIntosh’s mind and he smiled a little wider. It was an interesting and arousing mental proposition. He stared into her eyes, seeking out her desires as he stood over her, feeling the familiar swelling begin in his loins. He would play the part of her lover for the evening, and it would be a good idea to find out if she wanted anything special. “What can I do for you tonight, Fluttershy?” he asked in his deep, reverberating bass voice.
She stammered, trying to say something until she felt something hot brush against her midsection. With a surprised squeak, she looked down to find the stallion's hardening thickness hanging beneath him. She swallowed audibly. Each time she saw Mac he seemed bigger than she remembered him being. His length seemed as thick as her foreleg and the length made her want to swoon. She might have drooled if not for Mac cupping her chin again and leveling her eyes with his.
“Do ya want that, Fluttershy?” Big Mac asked, his voice and breath feeling her world. She nodded enthusiastically, letting out a soft, panting moan. She wanted, no by Celestia, she needed that throbbing meat. She wanted Big McIntosh’s swollen member in ways she would never admit.
Big Mac pulled back and stepped off of her and let her up, standing before her in all of his glory. He was guessing she would stand and present her marehood, but as she pushed herself to her hooves she moved forth dragging her deliciously soft mane and back along his underside. The feeling of her body running along the stallion's only added to Mac's arousal as she came face to face with his member. Wiggling under the stallion, Fluttershy eyed the titanic shaft, hardly able to believe something so thick had entered her twice before. She could feel the slow, hypnotic and comforting breath of Big Mac above her as she forced herself to confront his hardness.
Fluttershy was well aware of how males looked. She was also well aware of how mares looked, having seen herself and a few other mares around Ponyville. She'd also been privy to the sight of the members of various other animals in her line of work. But Mac was a masterpiece. Mac froze, a bit surprised, but not wanting to harm her with any sudden movement. He was about to ask her what she was doing when he felt soft, pursed lips come in contact with the head of his prodigious member.
“Fluttershy,” Big Mac started beginning to pull himself away, his shaft twitching in protest, “I told y'all you shouldn't strain yourself. I'm here to make you feel good. Let me get you ready.” His protests fell on deaf ears as she lunged forth and kissed it again, pressing it to her lips and then using her tongue to lick at it. Mac grunted, his body giving a shudder of approval that made Fluttershy moan in sympathy.
Mac was confused with her eagerness to please him, though not displeased. He remembered the first time Fluttershy had requested his assistance; she'd been terrified of his stallionhood, afraid even of being mounted. He hadn't minded not having her warm him up. He rather preferred to only have foreplay for the mare. Prepping the stallion made no sense to him, as he was already hard. Sighing, he relaxed and let Fluttershy lick and kiss as much as she wanted, deciding that it was her choice and she could do whatever she wanted to him for the evening.
Fluttershy was relieved when he didn't pull away again, so happy that he let her examine this intimate place. She had felt terrible the first two times when he had pleased her with his thick tongue and she had failed to return the favor. Yet this time it wasn't the same. This time she had been prepared for Mac's delicious, pulsating mare pleaser. She panted, her hot breath running along the shaft before she let her tongue draw down its hot length. Even though Big Mac remained silent, she could tell from the powerful beating of his heart that she was pleasing him. The catch that came in his breath whenever she put her lips onto the thick meat only aided her arousal.
Mac steeled his will, remaining as still as possible as Fluttershy teased and pleased his member with her tongue and lips, his instinct telling him to thrust into her mouth. He held firm as she breathed and licked all along his needy beast, holding in any moans he might have let out. He wouldn't deny that it felt amazing, but the inconsistent stimulation only served to frustrate him more. Yet somehow, the frustration only made it better as she continued.
The soft, smooth feathers adorning her wings tickled his sides as she moved under him, her plush lips running over the smooth, hot, painfully rigid flesh. Fluttershy let out soft, soothing coos whenever she wasn’t attached to his member, finding it cute that its throbbing matched his heartbeat above her. Everything about him turned her on from way it twitched in reaction to her touch, to the way he still stood firm over her, not making any sudden movements. The whole experience made her feel safe.
Brushing her back against his underside like an attention seeking cat, she opened wide and took the blunt, unflared head into her mouth and began so suck the tip of his shaft. It was so intimidatingly big, the head alone made her feel as though she was unhinging her jaw to take it. Yet she wanted more, wanted that thick meat that was marinated in sweet flavors and scents to surge forth and find its way deeper into her. She moaned into the long, thick, male extension at the thought, her beautiful voice vibrating up through it. His heat above her and his deep breath made her want to sink onto him and bask in that comforting feeling. She did the next best thing, sinking further on the hot, richly scented shaft and lifting her body to rub more firmly against him.
As her tongue ground along the underside of his tense meat and Big Mac’s struggle to handle the situation quietly grew in difficulty. The way she wiggled her cute little body against him made some deeply male part of him rear in excitement. Fluttershy noticed just how hot this was making her as well. She could tell she was nearly dripping with need as she squeezed Mac’s shaft with her mouth. His smell was drowning out her thoughts. His size was overwhelming her fear. His powerful breathing was provoking whimpers of need from her. Needy as she was, she didn’t want to stop, and as she finally heard him give in and moan for her she thought of something else that she wanted. She wanted to please him like he’d pleased her each time before. Wanted to make the quiet pony call out in that deep bass voice as he flooded her mouth with the white cream he had denied her before.
Yet even as these thoughts passed through her mind, Mac pulled back and out of her mouth. Fluttershy’s tongue followed his now dripping shaft as he rested it from her, her lips parting from the twitching length with a kiss. The creamy precum she managed to catch was soon licked away as she gave the meat a hungry glance. She whimpered, slightly dejected as he stole himself from her confines, wanting to lunge forth again, but then she heard him speak. “I’m ready, Fluttershy. Get your cute little flank up here so I can return the favor,” he commanded his deep voice rumbling through his chest and down into her body, nearly vibrating another moan out of her. His voice left no room for protest or back talk, even if she’d wanted to. He was in control again.
Stepping back slowly and on wobbling legs, Fluttershy pulled herself from under Big McIntosh, always keeping a part of her body pressed to him until she hand to pull away. She swirled and presented herself to the mighty stallion, her silky, pink tail shifting to the side to expose her slick need to the male. He'd done this twice before, and yet the thought of it alone had her so wet and eager that she thought she may be dripping her sweetness onto the floor.
She heard him moving behind her and shifted, raising her rear as an offering. Fluttershy's thighs were quaking in anticipation, her body tense and ready for the delights Mac would give her. She could feel his hot breath on her flanks. Her hooves pawed nervously as the hot, moist air ran over her soaked sex and she let out a cute whimper that made Big Mac smirk as he licked his lips. Then he leaned in and the squeaking began.
Fluttershy was soaked and trembling when he made contact, and the tiny yellow pegasus only managed to get wetter as his tongue drew over the soft, wet lips in slow, broad strokes. He teased at her lips, not invading her just yet as he waited for her to declare her need. Fluttershy rolled her hips desperately against his licking, but he just continued to tease as the pawed at the floor. A blush rose on her cheek as she tried to gather the will to ask him to press deeper with that big tongue. She knew he would tease until she asked him to give her what she wanted, yet each time she took enough of a breath to beg, he would draw his teasing tongue gently over her pink pleasure button, and she'd lose her breath and her mind for a second. Every second she stood there moaning was an eon of maddening pleasure as for minutes on end he tortured her with that skillful tongue, waiting with his typical patience for her to collect herself or go insane for him. Was this a punishment or a reward for her pleasing his shaft? Did he just enjoy seeing her body and mind lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy? Or maybe, just maybe, did he know how good it felt to be forced to request what she needed after all the time she spent putting others first and sometimes neglecting herself.
By the time she finally managed to beg Big Mac, her lusty marehood had his chin drenched in her nectar and she was panting her knees weaker than ever. “P-please, Big Mac, oh please... I need...” was all she could manage in that state, feeling like a tightly wound spring about to snap. Mac recognized this; he reveled in it with a knowing smirk on his face as he gave her what he knew she wanted. The normally quiet pony was very vocal when it came to her pleasure, unable to stop her voice from escaping as that big tongue invaded her depths like bears invaded beehives, taking the sweet honey without fear. Big McIntosh’s tongue was thick and slippery in the most delightful of ways, perfect for plundering her honey. It wiggled and ran along her tightly clinging walls and drew its way back out, past Mac's lips with each long, mind-blowing lick he gave her, and she serenaded his performance with screams, her thick liquid pleasure coating his tongue and lips.
Fluttershy knew she had to have cum already, as nothing felt this intense on the past instances when she had pleased herself with her own hoof, yet there was no reprieve, no catharsis to speak of. The pleasure rose and thrummed in her depths as her voice rang out in the heated air of her cottage. The world was a haze of light and heat and pleasure. She couldn't make out shapes, couldn't tell what she was screaming or what she wanted to scream. Big Mac continued to lick, no matter the noises the little pony made in front of him, resolute in his task of sating her. He took deep breaths of her feminine scent as he pleased her in one of the best ways he knew how, the scent itself keeping him at full mast as he doted on her.
As the mounting pleasure hit a new threshold, Fluttershy forelegs began to wobble in a dangerous fashion, almost ready to give out as she began to teeter. Remaining calm, Big McIntosh stepped forward, not slowing his deep licking or parting from her, he guided her until the insensate mare's torso was rested partially on the couch, her displayed haunches hanging off. She hung there, slick and ready for him, her hooves dangling mere inches off of the floor. Seeing that it was time to move on to the next step, Mac drew his tongue back, licking his lips and soaked chin before he mounted her, giving her very little time to calm down. With a show of expert accuracy, Mac aimed his raging thickness and rolled his hips forth, meeting and kissing her wetness with it before, with a wet pop, he entered her.
Standing still in the warmth radiating from the fireplace and all through the cottage, his hooves digging into the cushions of the sofa, Big mac stayed stalk still as Fluttershy's climax took her over. He could feel her already tight insides clamping around the broad head of his shaft with a tightness that made him groan, her honey slathering his already wet love pole as she screamed her pleasure into the open room and writhed under him. Her wings were strained and spread with her arousal, twitching and flapping as she screamed for him. Fluttershy kicked her cushions as the tight little mare simply lost control.
Mac stood, rather impressed with himself as Fluttershy slowly calmed down. Her panting died down with her convulsions, and Mac slowly felt her milking grip on his cock ease off into a welcoming, wet hug. Taking that as his cue, the Stallion began to move his hips, shifting forth to sink himself more deeply into her. Fluttershy squeaked as she took even more of his shaft. It was massive, fit to tear her pelvis in half but her body wanted, no, needed more. Then she felt the stallion's medial ring at her lips, the bold bulge making her whimper.
Big McIntosh pressed himself into Fluttershy as far as he could remember her taking him the last time seeking only to sate an please her. She was hot, her core hugging and milking the walls of his even hotter shaft. His cock twitched inside of her, the pulsating member as hard as a band of steel. A little over a quarter of his length remained outside of Fluttershy, yet he felt the tender entrance to her womb barring further passage. Drawing his hips back, Big Mac sank back into Fluttershy with a purposeful, calculated thrust. Fluttershy screamed, as he kissed her womb again, her tired wings giving feeble flaps as the stallion behind her began to pump away. It was like he was melting her insides with heated metal, turning her into a pile of slack, utterly pleasured pegasus remains on her couch.
Mac never slammed into her womb, never plowed into her with violent, desperate thrusts. He remained contained, always just kissing her tender insides with his thick, long member. Even with the majority of her mind back under control, Fluttershy's mouth refused to work or make words. She couldn't tell Mac how insanely good he felt inside of her, yet she could tell he somehow knew what he did to her. Smiling with a firm confidence he worked her over, leaning down and kissing her neck as he loved her.
The sweet little kisses on the side of her neck drove her wild and she managed to moan his name as he thrust home again and nuzzled her core with his shaft she pawed the couch with her hooves. This was the kind of love making she wanted, that she so desperately craved. Mac didn't stop for an instant. His hoof ran gently down her side in a display of balance and control as he ran the hoof along her coat until it was gently massaging her cutie mark. The tight hug of her marehood only became tighter as his loving turned her on more.
There was an audible dripping as her juices hit the floor, her tail flicking against his firm, powerfully muscled midsection. Her wings began beating air and cushion as the pleasure rose. He was licking in all the right places along her neck, humming so sweetly against her body. She could smell that thick, overpowering aroma of apples all around her. Her eyes began to roll back as his lovemaking took her to the peaks of pleasure mountain. She was on the edge, staring into a sea of pleasure.
Mac noticed her quivering and leveraged his weight onto his hind hooves settling his hooves on her cutie marks. Caressing her in gentle circular motions over the tiny butterflies he sped up his thrusts, being a touch firmer with her. The new speed of his powerful motions alone was enough to set the mare off again. Fluttershy came again her wings nearly lifting her from the sofa with their frantic flapping, though Mac held her down with minimal effort. Continuing to pump his hips as her torso lifted up, Mac kept her body pressed to his while he ravaged her. Fluttershy's declarations of ecstasy were music to his ears, and he continued to gently prod her womb with his shaft on each inward thrust.
Fluttershy thought he had started pounding his way into her like a wild beast, intent on skewering her on his stallionhood. She felt as though his shaft was literally digging through her thin, tiny pony body and into her head. Her eyes had begun to roll back into her head as she panted, making wild noises while Big McIntosh’s meat pounded her thoughts away. Even with her tightness clamping on him in a way most stallions would have found painful, Mac simply pumped onward, not slowing or straining himself.
Mac was a drill intent on passing through Fluttershy until she gave in, forcing her through one climax and right into the next, the mare's vision begining to blur. Her incoherent screams turned to coos and babbling as she lost her mind to the constant thrusts he gave her. There was no relief just as it had been when he used his tongue. This was overkill in the sweetest of ways. She was seeing stars and sparkles and all sorts of fantastic things as her mind went haywire, her hips shook as she tried to take more up him and her tongue lolled free from the confines of her mouth. Above her Mac began to break a sweat the exertion obviously beginning to strain him. His face was a mask of focus and deep concern as he looked down and observed her wings. They still beat the cushions and air, but there was a feebleness in their motion that told Mac all he needed to know. Behind him, his tail raised as he leaned himself in and kissed her neck again, driving her wild as he began to thrust faster still.
She'd long since drenched his shaft and her floor in her orgasmic honey. Her thighs dripped as well, plastered in their mixed physical approval while Big Mac gave himself a work out. His tail bobbed behind him as he placed his hooves next to hers on the sofa and thrust. His mane rose and fell in the orange light of the fire while he pushed scream after pleasured scream from Fluttershy's body. Reality seemed to fade in and out of focus in Fluttershy's mind as Mac teased her womb and mercilessly pleasured her marehood into a confused frenzy. Her wings finally fell limp as she finally felt the girth of Mac's stallionhood shift within her, scraping her soaked insides insistently. His flare had finally filled, the size enough to push her into a euphoric darkness.
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By the time Fluttershy came to, Mac was no longer inside of her. Looking around herself, the mare found that she was in her bed, Mac's powerful chest pressed to her back and his legs around her. She didn't move for a long time, feeling too safe and warm to be bothered. Eventually, she felt Mac sigh and begin to pull away. “I best be going, Fluttershy,” Mac said softly before he pulled himself away from her, “Farm work to do tomorrow n' all.”
Fluttershy only nodded, giving a gentle sigh. It was a shame he had to go so soon. It was a shame he could never stay more than for the evening. He was always so excellent and kind. He never left her wrecked in the living room or left while she was knocked out. She almost wished he'd stay and truly be hers, even if just until morning. But she knew the rules. Mac had to go.
Mustering the little energy she had in her body, Fluttershy rolled to face Mac. She tried to get up, but her body would not obey, her haunches slack and barely moving after the taxing love making she was in bed to recover from. Slumping back onto her side, she looked at Mac with her large, kind, cerulean eyes. “Be careful on your way home, Big McIntosh,” she said with a smile, “and please tell Applejack I say hello in the morning.”
Big Mac smiled and nodded, trotting back over to the bed and gently kissing her one last time before he turned and headed down the stairs and toward the door. He didn't forget to take the bag of bits from the tiny table near the door, shutting it behind him as he left. Sighing, Mac took in the cool night air an looked up at the starry sky. As the freshness of the night filled Mac's lungs he began his march home, wondering what fantastic experiences tomorrow might have in store for him.
Author's Note
This is the first in a serious of erotic tales following the adventures of my favorite guy pony. ^_^ Look for more in the future.
The door to the room was slightly ajar, light bleeding into the hall through the space between the thick, wooden barrier and its frame. From beyond that door, loud pleading screams could be heard just over the sounds of loud, harsh slapping. A mare with a night blue coat hurried to the door peaking in through the opening to see what the commotion was and as she stared inside, she let loose a quiet gasp at what she witnessed. Beyond the door, half-strewn over a mattress were two ponies engaged in rough, yet startlingly passionate love making, the mare's legs kicking the air as they dangled over the shoulders of the stallion rutting her.
Silver Spanner was a wreck on the bed, mewling and screaming in ecstasy as she was mated, driven into her mattress by the powerful thrusts of the red stallion that had her pinned to it beneath his red body. Her eyes were screwed up and unfocused as Big McIntosh worked his magic, his huge shaft fitting so perfectly inside of her and his heavy male jewels spanking her shapely flanks. Her hooves stroked the sheets as she searched for some purchase, some small amount of leverage to push back into his mind-shattering thrusts, but he kept pounding.
Spanner’s tongue lolled out, saliva dripping to the sheets as the mare screamed and came again. She lifted her arms stroking his broad, heaving chest with her hooves. Her slick marehood was clamping down on Big Mac’s shaft in an attempt to coax his seed from him, but he just kept thrusting, his toned, fit body pumping like a steel piston into her fluttering folds. As Big McIntosh worked her over, her horn began to spark and light up, magic accumulating in the magical extension. Sweat dripped off of both of them, the pair looking as though they'd been at this for quite some time.
As the energy swirled within Spanner, Mac leaned in and kissed her face before catching her lips. His pounding thrusts seemed to redouble in force and speed. Outside, the spectator shifted, her haunches burning with unexpected need and her cheeks tinged red as she watched with rapt attention. She watched as Silver Spanner tensed under Big Mac, her climax obviously building again, too fast for the mare to handle.
The spectator watched on in awe as Big McIntosh worked over the working mare with his powerful body, unable to take her eyes away as before her Silver Spanner climaxed both vaginally and from her horn, the concentrated burst of magic splashing onto the wall and starting growth there. Her eyes screwed up as Mac continued thrusting, unaware that her climax had caused vines and leaves to sprout from the wooden wall. Finally managing to avert her eyes from the very private event going on in the room, Luna turned away and began to exit Spanner’s dreams.
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“That’s the fourth time tonight,” Luna commented as she soared through the deep blue sky, the blush still on her cheeks as her powerful frame danced through the air, sailing on currents with alien grace. She’d been patrolling the night since the moon had taken its rightful place in the sky a few hours hence in order to guide and aide those within nightmares or those who found themselves stuck in dreaming quandaries. Yet whenever she had entered an adult pony’s dreams in the past few months, hearing screams, or simply to check on ponies who had been lonely or depressed, she now found another dream-hero of sorts already on the scene, comforting them in the most primal of ways.
Big McIntosh had invaded the wet dreams of most every pony in Ponyville, and some well outside the limits of the humble village as well. These fantasies happened on a nightly basis as pony after pony seemed to fall to the male’s talents. It was quite perplexing to see one pony appear in so many dreams. Luna normally didn’t take interest in mating, nor did she try to kill time by pursuing sexual flings. But she was honestly intrigued with these sightings of Mac in everypony's dreams. What was the cause of this sudden flux?
A more paranoid pony may have suspected Mac of some plan to sexually take over the village of ponies, or concocted some other theory, like earth pony magic that was unknown to ponies. Luna, however, knew it was nothing of the sort. None of the dreams had been tampered with or magically influenced. Though she hoped by hope that Big McIntosh’s size and strength within them had been exaggerated. If not, then Luna believed Mac was more well-equipped to mate grown dragons than pony mares. The thickness and sheer length she had seen in those dreams was startling, and yet, part of Luna found it to be attractive.
Turning her thoughts from Macs alleged proportions, she focused on the pony himself. She’d been inside of McIntosh’s dreams a few times before, and not once had she found any reason to suspect he would be interested in mating the whole of ponyville. Most of his dreams revolved around his farm life. The most risqué thing she could remember was a dream date with Cheerilee in which the two ponies kissed. So what had brought on so many perverse dreams about the pony in recent memory? What had sparked this flame?
Were ponies, just starting to notice Mac now due to the coming mating season or the fact that he was accomplished and single? No. If that were the case the dreams would be more focused on dating Mac, or living with him, rather than… well. Maybe Mac was simply flaunting his attractive body more when he was in town. He was powerfully built, fit, responsible, large in a multitude of ways, and had a nice, country charm to him…
Luna noticed, a bit late, that all of this thinking about Big Mac and breeding had gotten her worked up as well, her marehood noticeably moist as she glided over clouds and homes silently. Deciding she’d had enough patrolling for the night, Luna turned back, soaring toward Canterlot and her balcony.
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Sitting in her room on the large, plush expanse of her bed and annoyed with having had to stop her night patrol for the third week in a row, Luna heaved a sigh of frustration. Tia was raising the sun, and Luna should have been preparing to rest, but she couldn’t sleep. She was too confused. She couldn’t understand how the frequency of these dreams was increasing so rapidly. The princess of the night found herself seeing flashes of the new dream invader in her off time and when she blinked. She’d been overexposed to the sight of McIntosh in action to the point that even her own frustrations were mounting.
Luna wanted to pace about the stone halls of the castle, wanted to shout to the moon in frustration, but she couldn’t do so. She could have if doing so wouldn’t have exposed her arousal. However, the princess of the night was indeed aroused, and Luna was a well-composed mare who knew better than to expose herself in that way. She was a princess of the utmost caliber, but even she had her own limits. Night after night of traveling the realm of wet dreams had left its slick, musky mark on her plump haunches.
“How in Equestria am I supposed to rest like this?” Luna asked, her tail flicking as she stood to pace, huffing and looking around for some distraction, yet there was none. Her room was bare and plane, a testament to how little time she truly spent in it. Outside, she knew her guards stood vigilant. Then, as the dark thoughts mounted, she shuddered and approached the door, sliding it open with her magic. Sighing, she ordered them to leave her door, and to guard further down the hall, not justifying their questioning glances with an answer. She needed her privacy.
Closing her door, she spread her large, elegant wings, flapping them to gain a sense of comfort and relax the tense feelings stored there. Trotting to the bed in a hurry to catch some relief, she gave a powerful flap and left her royal slippers behind on the floor as she sailed into bed, landing gently on the sheets.
Flopping onto her side, Luna let out another sigh before she raised her hind leg and allowed a hoof to slip down her freshly bared chest. Closing her eyes she allowed the dreams to flood her thoughts. Thoughts of that big, red stallion pounding into tight, squealing mares, filling them utterly. She let her mind linger on how sopping wet his shaft had been upon exiting, thin clear strands of sexual approval and beads of pleasure dripping from his soaked, pulsating girth.
Luna gasped as she felt her hoof find her moist flower, thin streams of her own nectar quickly coating it. Her other hoof, having unconsciously moved to her midsection, was stroking and pressing to her tummy as she imagined how his hooves would feel holding her in place, pulling his body flush to her back as he teased her with the blunt head of his stallionhood. The thought made her gasp as she prodded her sex with the hoof, trying to simulate his girth pressing to her.
She must have been in her own dream world, because she could feel him as her mind set to work. His heat was kind and noticeably strong, but not consuming. His breath was sweet in the air as he moaned into her ear. His powerful body was gentle with her in ways she did not expect. It was magical. Luna could almost hear those moans as she pressed into her slickness a little more... It was going to be an exhausting morning.
~~~
It was hours into the afternoon and still Luna's lust waged on, gripping her in paroxysms of intense sensation only to tell her that she needed more to attain that sweet relief. Her hooves were tired from her vigorous stroking. Her sheets soaked in the evidence of her mindless self indulgence. Luna's chest was heaving from exertion even her immortal body recognized as excessive.
“H-him...” she panted, slumping into the sheets, too tired to continue, her ruffled wings shifting feebly against her matted coat, “ I need him... I need to know what it's actually like.”
~~~
Big Mac huffed, dragging the last bale of hay into the barn and setting it in neatly with the rest, his powerful frame huffing hurricanes of air as he sat down to rest. It had been a long day with AJ gone into town to enjoy her day off, leaving Mac to take care of the work. He didn't hold it against her, not one to be so petty, but he was relieved to be done for the day. Taking a moment to stretch, Mac got up and readjusted himself. He had no appointments this evening, so he figured he'd shower down under some fresh, cool water and relax.
Just as he was about to head 'round to the back of the barn to rinse off there came a rapping at the barn door.
Tap tap tap!
Mac turned eyes a bit wide as he searched for the pony making the sound. His big, green eyes did not find a pony.
“Hiya Big Mac, how's it going?” Spike asked, waving his little purple claw as he stepped in, scales shimmering in the evening light as he approached Mac. “We got a letter for you from the castle, so Twilight sent me right over to deliver it.” Holding out his hand, Spike gave Mac a deep navy envelope with what looked to be a wax seal with the royal Canterlot crest on it.
Mac told Spike that he was fine, not one to complain about an ache, before thanking him and taking the letter. Moving over to a work bench in the Barn, he broke the smudged wax seal and began to read.
Big McIntosh,
You are hereby summoned for an official audience with Princess Luna in the castle of Canterlot. This appointment is to be private and as such you should bring no guests. An all-expense-paid train pass to Canterlot is enclosed in this envelope. Please report to the Castle post-haste.
Luna
Mac didn't really know what to say, tongue tied at the thought of being summoned to the castle. He'd never received a personal summons to the castle before. It must have been something rather urgent or important. Could he have done something wrong? Not that he knew of... It was making him nervous, so much so that Spike took a look at the letter just to see what was bugging the big stallion so much.
“Oh boy...” Spike said, not one to hide his thoughts, “This is big, Mac. You'd better get going. The train for Canterlot is probably leaving soon! Don't worry about telling AJ or Granny Smith, I'll do it! You just go!” The baby dragon began pushing Mac toward the door with his tiny claws to emphasize the urgency of the situation.
Mac nearly jumped, thanking Spike before running out with the ticket, charging purposefully to the gate of the estate, his golden mane and tail billowing after him as he kicked up gusts.
~~~
Luna was growing impatient, her stressed mind showing intense flashes of that big powerful frame as though to taunt her. Her mane was a mess, her tail flicking and waving in agitation. Raising the moon had never been so agonizingly slow, nor could she remember feeling so pent up. What was taking the pony so long? Was the train broken down? Did he not receive her letter? Would Twilight Sparkle not have had it delivered in a timely manner? All these questions and more were beginning to pester her as she paced about in her room.
It wasn't until there came a knocking at her door that she stopped her pacing, breaking into a trot and swinging the door open. On the other side stood a nervous guard who bowed and began moving to the side. “Your Majesty, the stallion you summoned has arrived,” he said, as Big McIntosh stepped into the doorway, a confused look on his normally calm features. He'd never really felt relaxed in the company of Royalty, but he bowed just the same as he came into her view.
“Fantastic,” Luna said as she looked him over. Even while bowing before her, he looked immense and powerful. The dreams hadn't properly depicted his wild, powerful charm. “You are relieved of duty until such a time when I need your assistance again, guard. Tell the other knights that I would like this hallway cleared until morning,” she commanded, not looking at the guard she had addressed as she continued to observe the blonde mane and powerfully set features before her, “Come inside, Big McIntosh. I would speak with you.”
Following her into her room, Mac nodded, the door closing behind him with a soft whump. He was curious about what was going on, but the princess didn't seem angry with him, so he guessed that there was nothing to be nervous about. “I'm sure you are aware that I am capable of moving through dreams, Big McIntosh,” Luna began, turning back to face Mac after lighting up the room with her magic, “If you weren't, then now you know. I pass through the dreams of my subjects in order to help them face their nightmares and sometimes themselves. Do you know what many of the ponies across Equestria have been dreaming about for the past few weeks?”
Raising an eyebrow, Mac took a short moment to think. Most of Mac's dreams were about the farm and expanding sweet apple acres. The rest of them were about making sure his family was happy and safe. He couldn't imagine the dreams of city ponies were much different. “Well... I think they might be dreaming about their daily lives. Finding a special somepony or their talent?” Big Mac answered in his deep, rumbling, country pony voice. Luna could tell he wasn't joking or being coy from the tone in that comely voice.
“No, Big McIntosh. I wouldn't have summoned you here if that were the case,” Luna said, smiling kindly at the stallion, “All across Equestria ponies have begun dreaming about you, Big Mac.”
This came as a genuine surprise to Mac. “What in Celestia's name could I be doing in everypony's dreams?” he thought aloud, before an answer came to him. Luna watched as his eyes turned the size of apples in front of her, the realization visibly dawning over his features. “Err...” he began, not knowing what to say to try and excuse himself.
“No need to explain yourself or apologize, Big McIntosh,” Luna said, cutting off anything that Mac would have tried to say, “You are well within your rights to do as you wish with your body, so long as nopony gets hurt. I'm not trying to discipline you or get you to stop. On the contrary, I would like to request your services.”
Mac barely kept his jaw from smashing into the stone floor of the castle as he stared bewildered at the Princess. It wasn't uncommon for a pony to pass by the farm and request to be put on Mac's schedule, but to be summoned to the castle for that particular kind of work by a princess...This was new. With his eyes wide and his jaw slack, Mac began to notice the signs that this was what he was there for.
He could smell lingering lust all over the room, could see the tell-tale flicking of the Princess's tail as she stood there awaiting his answer. His trained eye caught the lust hidden in those dark reserves and the way she shuddered when he looked into her. “Err.... This'd be... just like a job?” Mac asked, less nervous and more curious now that he was returning to his element. Yes, this could be just like a job, and nothing that would come up later to bite anyone in the flank.
“Actually, yes, though I would like to know the rules and specifics of your service before we start,” Luna replied, her hooves pawing at the stone floor. Now that she had him in the room, she felt calmer. She had him where she needed him to be and soon enough she'd have him where she wanted him.
“The rules are simple: you agree, and I'm your stallion for the evening. I'll do what you like and what you ask me to for the most part. I will not tell anyone what happened here or use it as some kind of blackmail. I will not pursue you romantically. If you decide to speak about what happens here, any backlash from that is your fault and your problem. I won't come inside of you. When I leave, I'll take the bits with me and that will be the end of it unless you make another appointment.”
He hadn't lied. The rules themselves seemed crystal clear to Luna, she promised him money, and in exchange, tonight he would put her to sleep. Fair enough. “You have yourself a deal, Big McIntosh. I agree to your terms of service. Would you kindly... serve me for the evening?”
Big Mac gave the princess a wild country smile that only seemed to make him feel bigger in the room as he stepped forward, moving into her bubble as though he owned it, and uttering one solitary word: “Eeeyup.” Suddenly Luna was soaked again, wet and needy like she'd been hours before. He was close now, his lips inches away as his scent, powerful and intoxicating, overtook her senses. Sweet apples and oats on fresh night air was all she could smell, and it made her mouth water, her lips parting as her tongue slipped out to draw across them. Her tongue didn't get the chance.
In seconds, Mac's lips were pressed to hers, smothering her in a passionate kiss that had the princess' knees wobbling. He was experienced, that much was obvious. The way his tongue teased over her, swirling and caressing like a dirty dance partner to her own. Her eyes went from wide to half-lidded to closed in mere seconds as a heated moan rose in her throat to be smothered by the heated kisses already in motion.
Mac broke the kiss, a lustful gaze painting his features as she panted. Looking behind her, he could see her tail raised and flicking, almost wagging in excitement and anticipation. Recognizing this sign, Mac jerked his head to the side twice in gesture toward the bed before stepping in that direction. Luna had never been spoken- er... gestured to in such a nonchalant fashion, but she followed, the informality making it all the more erotic.
With a simple, sweeping motion of her large, elegant wings, she was on the bed before him, her flanks in plain view of the stallion and her need very apparent. Before she could turn and ask him what was next, his lips were on the round cheeks of her plump flank, inspiring feelings the princess hadn't felt in her long life. She'd never indulged in this kind of foreplay before, and was pleasantly surprised as she found she liked it; she had been expecting him to mount her like some eager colt, and yet here he was teasing her plot with his lips and tongue.
Luna was in half a mind to back into him as the stallion continued, his hot, slick tongue running over the smooth navy of her cutie mark. He traced her curvy rump with kisses, drawing forth sweet gasps and moans that only spurred him on. Mac continued to tease and please her raised, royal hindquarters, his forehooves stroking and caressing her thick thighs. Luna reveled in each touch and kiss, her tail flicking over his head as she let out lusty cries to her ceiling.
Slowly but surely, Mac's wet, lusty kisses traveled lower, slipping under the princess' plump cheeks until he was nearing her slick lips. Luna quivered in anticipation, more than wet enough for the stallion but eager to be pleased. She could feel his hot breath on her needy slit, the moist heat forcing another loud moan from her lips. She could almost feel his tongue against her, only for him to move on, his lips running over her thighs instead. A whimper of need rose in her throat and she nearly choked on it as the big, attentive stallion teased her.
Mac let his sweet, lingering kisses and licks grace every inch of those beautiful, dusky alicorn haunches except where he knew she wanted them the most, watching as the princess just got wetter and wetter. He could taste her sweet, strong nectar on her thighs whenever his muzzle was down there. Luna grew desperate as Mac continued to tease her, shifting her hips to try and make him lick her sex. She was beginning to whimper between her moans, tears of frustration threatening to bead in the corners of her eyes as the tension became too much.
“B-Big McIntosh, please,” Luna finally managed before she let out a sudden groan of satisfaction, her hips quaking as Mac drove the wet thickness of his tongue into her. Every taste bud along his tongue felt like a little fan soothing the flames of her frustration with sweet pleasure. Luna was in heaven with those lips and that wide muzzle pressed utterly to the lips of her sex, and most importantly, her pleasure button.
Mac pinned back his ears to drown out her pleasured wails as he drove his tongue into the tangy sweetness of her love-canal. Gentle slurping reached her ears as he made out with her needy love-box. Her body wiggled, making him follow her with his mouth as her body sucked out more stimulation. Reaching up, he held her hips still with his powerful grip, pressing his hooves to her flanks, grinding his tongue against her walls. Luna's body told him all he needed to know; she was so close after being wound up like a spring by his teasing.
“M-McIntosh,” Luna called out, as he drove her to the extremes of pleasure with his tongue, scratching the internal itch she'd only been aggravating all day, “I'm g-going to...”
The Princess didn't get to finish her sentence as there was a sudden and audible smacking sound that rang through the room. That one, harsh smack to her flank set Luna off and she went silent for a second, almost giving Mac time to worry. Then the princess squealed, her folds clamping down on the powerful muscle wiggling within her as she gushed out her juices onto Mac's face. Her entire body quaked with the intensity of her own climax as her eyes shone moon white with her intense magical power.
Mac didn't stop licking, stroking the area where he'd struck Luna's plot with his hoof as he worked her through her climax. He was used to unicorns loosing control of their magic when they came, and didn't falter when the room shook a bit from Luna's immense power. Instead, he simply licked his maw and dug in, making sure that the princess would be nice and well prepared for his entry. Smirking at her reaction to the spanking, he rubbed her royal rump with his hoof to soothe any minor pain he may have caused.
“M-more!” came a voice from ahead, and Mac obediently complied, licking her deeper and kissing her clit. In a moment, Luna pulled away a bit, panting between labored moans, “N-no! Strike us more, Big McIntosh. Do what you did again!” The princess' demanding tone left no room for argument or question.
Mac did neither, instead nodding and backing away to give her royal highness another loud smack on the flank. Her crescent moons rippled with the force of the slap, and the princess called out, trembling as her horn sparked, her sex leaking approval. A blush rose to her elegant cheeks as she turned to look at him, her eyes ablaze with lust. Mac knew just what she wanted. Another smack rang out through the room, followed by a long, dawn out, thick moan.
Mac didn't make any comments on her tastes, nor did he judge. Everypony needed something special. It was his job to give it to them. Leaning in, he gave a sweet kiss to the area he had just slapped so forcefully, licking over the plump roundness to the princess's delight. Her moans rose in pitch as he kissed and gently nipped the flesh of her plot before drawing away.
Mac waited. He needed to test her, to see just how much of it she wanted him to do. He looked the princess over, admiring her curves, the arch of her back and the beautiful way her legs carried her, presenting those violet tinged cheeks before him. He gazed at the undoubtedly tight marehood beneath those encompassing buns as she began to flick her tail in need again. She shifted those powerful, gorgeous haunches, wiggling and moaning as he teased her, hoping to provoke a little more stimulation from the stallion. It had only been a few seconds and she was already getting desperate. It was apparent she wanted much more than just two slaps.
The princess was about to turn back and demand more before another smack rang through the room, followed by more. The sharp, biting sting of each slap was followed by a burst of searing heat from her area and a shower of sparks from the Alicorn's horn as she received this dark, strange form of pleasure. With each blow, Luna could feel a little more of herself sinking into the intoxicating pleasure of intimacy. The way that delicious, thrumming pain bled into her ecstasy only made her want it more. “Yes! Oh yes, Mac!” the princess cried out, encouraging the stallion as her wavy mane and tail moved more sporadically.
Luna raised her hips and rested her chest against the mattress, panting heavily as she wiggled her hips as though to beg for him to continue. Big McIntosh obliged, spanking the princess to her request to a chorus of “Ah!” and “MMMN!” It wasn't until his own steel hard band of stallion meat slapped against his midsection that Mac realized just how sexually thrilling he found all of this. Luna was gorgeous, high above his status, and right now he was spanking her like a naughty filly, her wide, jiggling, moon-clad rump dead in front of his face while he spanked her and made her shower magic onto the sheets along with her juices.
Luna's eyes were clamped shut as she clung desperately to the few threads of self control she had yet, wiggling her hips like a mare in heat while McIntosh bestowed this heavenly torture upon her backside. Mac continued without hesitation, turning the plump, deep navy cheeks bright with his spanking, watching as she slowly soaked the bed beneath her, panting and sparking across her sheets as she became more and more aroused with each passing second. She was dripping like a leaky faucet by the time Mac began to slow down his slaps.
As Big Mac stopped to assess the situation, he leaned in and began to kiss and lick those tenderized buns with a tenderness that almost made the gasping, panting mare 's tongue loll free from the confines of her mouth. She called out in a cry of agonizing euphoria whenever his tongue brushed against her sex. Luna would have checked to see if he had been using unregistered dark magics if she had been in any mental condition with her horn spurting magic and bursting with a pleasure that numbed her thoughts in waves.
Raising his hooves, he stroked her cutie marks, watching as her curvaceous body yielded to his touch. Her softness on his tongue was unparalleled in recent memory, and the way she shifted spoke a thousand words to his body. His shaft was a bomb of pleasure waiting for deployment on her word. Her body quaked, followed by the trembling of the room as he continued to stimulate her rear, his tongue working shapes and letters over her royal hinds. His nips made her spine arch and her wings flutter like a butterfly's, body contorting from the intense, pleasurable torture. Her haunches were shaking like the legs of a rickety table about to collapse.
Soldiering on, Mac continued until he heard words coming from her panting mouth. “S-so close,” the Royal Alicorn panted out as she shifted her hips, obviously on the edge of her own peak, “J-just... a little more... Mac... Big Mcintosh...” Mac didn't know exactly what else he could do, but he had a feeling that jamming his tongue into her depths wouldn't pass for a second run. Luckily, an idea surfaced quickly in his mind as he pleased the royal rump with his mouth.
Rearing up on his hind legs, Mac mounted the princess with ease, his hooves coming to rest on her haunches as he flexed his kiegel muscles and let his endowment come to rest between her moon-accented rear. Swinging his hips forward with all the force he could muster without harming himself, he thrust his hips.
The resulting scream as he slapped her ass with his hips was nearly enough to throw Mac off balance as the princess came, gushing her juices out and coating the full pouch holding Mac's family jewels. The blast of magic that came after it and the accompanying rumbling was enough to throw Mac off course, and the pony fell to the side, watching the spectacle in detail as Luna came for a second time. Sprawled onto his back, Mac watched as Luna seared the ceiling with a hot blast of magic, her whole body a released bundle of twitching, writhing pleasure.
Luna was in heaven when her horn stopped firing bursts of mystic heat, collapsing atop the sheets with a long, satisfied sigh. Individual sparks still shot off of the tip of her horn, some hitting the bed in a residual effect while the magic-scorched ceiling above slowly changed to show the night sky above through the stone.
From behind her Mac got up, slowly approaching. With Unicornsm this normally meant that they were sated, however, he didn't know how much an Alicorn could take. Mac, being the hard-working pony he was, wasn't about to leave with the job unfinished. His lips laid a path of kisses up her spine, the stallion avoiding kissing her majestic, floating mane as he traveled up her neck.
Her gentle moans seemed approving, and so Mac continued to kiss her, his solid hardness settling across the wide softness of her flank as he bathed her back in tender affection. Luna was exhausted, her body taxed by his expert stimulation as well as a day of desperate self-pleasure to hold her need at bay. That need had been doused down from a roaring, mind consuming fire to a tiny candle's flame. As the princess felt those sweet kisses on her back, she knew that Big McIntosh was here so make sure that even that tiny candle was washed away in a sea of utter satisfaction.
Tired as she was, part of her said to protest, to tell him he had done more than enough and send him back to his home with a small mountain of bits. She held her tongue, though, as curiosity got the best of her. After all, Mac had yet to mount her.
Hiking up her rump on her still teetering legs and pulling her tail to the side, the tired princess did her best to make herself look appetizing to the stallion. Mac was more than impressed. As he moved behind her and reared up to move over her, he paused for one tiny moment to marvel at the beauty of the princess. His eyes wandered over the supple curves of her plot and up along the smooth, curved arch of her back. The elegance of her spread wings captured him as he saw them through the glimmering stars of her mane. That was all the motivation he needed. He placed his hooves on her cutie marks to guide himself and with one practiced swing of his hips, he entered a tight heat so familiar and yet so alien to him that small stars popped into his vision. Or maybe that was her nebulous mane?
Mac groaned, his deep voice overtaking Luna's heady moan as half of his astonishing girth sank into her, inch after staggering inch. Luna's eyes screwed up at the sheer stretch his shaft was causing in her saturated depths, finally beginning to understand the looks she'd seen on those mares' faces. Mac moved his hooves onto the soaked, silken sheets instead of her flanks, his broad chest and powerfully built underside pressing to the alicorn's back as he drove his shaft the extra distance into the princess.
To his pleasant surprise, by the time he bottomed out, he had made it the majority of the way inside of the moaning mare. Only a few, spare inches were left until his base might have ground into her hot sex. She was a sweltering mare on the inside, but what had Mac moaning was the plush grip her royal love tunnel had on his member. He could have sworn she was actively hugging and squeezing him inside of her, pulling him deeper.
Below her, more of her slick nectar dripped down onto the sheets as Luna trembled, her insides working his heavy member with their velvety parapets. This was it, the massive girth she had fantasized about all this time. McIntosh’s hips drew back, raised up so as to drag his thick tip along he inside of her milking cunny. Her slick walls fluttered around him as he worked his hips with knowing technique, grinding all of the sensitive areas he could find along her utterly stretched insides. The effect was a series of drawn-out moans as the princess nearly bit her tongue in an attempt to keep herself from screaming.
When his soaked, sticky member was half-exposed to the cool air in the room, Mac drove himself back into Luna with one powerful thrust. The thick ridge of his medial ring slammed into her, grinding over her pulsating pleasure button and into her sex with each bed-quaking thrust. The head of the bed slowly began to bang against the wall due to all of the motion. The drive behind his force was the beautiful mare under him, her dusky hues turning him on more and more as he shared his heat with her plush body. The only sound in his head was the sound of her moans as he continued on into her depths, kissing her womb with each of his jolting thrusts.
Luna's wings beat slowly as she tried to comprehend all of the signals firing off in her head, the sheer distraction of his girth had her doing the splits to try and compensate for some of the girth being forced home inside of her while she leaked arousal onto her soiled bed. His kisses and licking weren't helping her focus. Neither was the gentle, brain-melting satisfaction that came when he began stroking and massaging her tired wings.
Luna's cries could no longer climb in volume without being defined as shrill shrieks. Mac was afraid the guards would barge in as he tried to push her to that final peak. The stallion huffed and pulled himself out of her suddenly as he thought of a solution to the princess' vocal nature. The princess almost couldn't comprehend that he'd left her empty for a second.
“AH! M-MCINTOSH, SO D-” she shouted before realized that she was no longer being railed by that amazing mare-breaker. She stood immediately, turning and about ready to demand that he enter again. Her frustrated stammering was halted instantly by a deep, mind numbing kiss. It might have been that Mac was exerting himself as he stepped forth, tripping the princes as the two of them continued an intense lip-lock, but Luna was drowning in the potent scent of apples and oats.
The built pony was insistent as he walked into their kiss, pushing the princess onto her side and then partially onto her back. As she finally ended up in the position he wanted, the stallion pushed himself back into her, keeping his lips to her, even as she bit him lightly. She could barely comprehend what was happening, and that was fine by Mac as he drove himself into her with the force and speed to almost knock the wind from her.
The princess bit down harder, a screaming moan vibrating into Mac's jaw while he bucked his hips. Her mind was going fuzzy again, and the mare went wide eyed, staring in astonishment as the bed groaned and slammed into the wall. One of her legs Kicked at the air as Mac powered into her like a plow through soil, the other kicking at the sheets with the potent weight of his masculine jewels ran against her thigh.
The princess was a mess of sweat and arousal as her mane stopped its mystical flowing, sporadically shifting and flapping about with her tail. The crimson stallion was amazing, a god of pleasure mating with a celestial goddess to create symphonies of pleasure inside of her. Luna was fit to burst again, and yet she couldn't some unknown force holding back her release only to drive the pleasure higher.
Maybe it was the fact that she'd come so many times before, maybe it was how rough the knowing stallion was being with her, or maybe the position change had somehow aroused her more than before. Whatever it was, Luna was in love with the overwhelming sensations. She felt like she was burning up, fit to catch flame from all the desirable friction. Her ears were deaf with the banging of wood against wall, the rumbling tempests of McIntosh's breath, and the squeaking protests of mattress springs fit to snap in surrender to the strain. Her eyes were drowning in crimson and gold as they watered from the sweet chaos in her mind. Her nostrils were flared, taking in one lung full after the next of the toxic aphrodisiac that was Mac's spicy apple scent. The princess' tongue was saturated with his taste and her horn was fit to fly off of her head while he stallionhandled her across her own mattress.
He was a battering ram, beating her into her sheets while he smothered her like the sweetest of assassins. Luna's horn was burning azure, and the room trembled, though the ponies could no longer tell if it was Luna's magic or Mac's thrusting that would be the demise of bed and room alike. This pleasurable abuse was sure to end in an explosion the likes of which the castle hadn't seen since the royal wedding, and that end was nigh upon them.
Big McIntosh could tell from the way she was hugging his shaft, arms unknowingly wrapped around his neck and fit to strangle him, that the princess was about to finish. Breaking the kiss before she took his lip off, he let her scream to the stars showing though her bewitched ceiling and buried his face in her mane while he grit his teeth and sped up a little more to drive her over that edge. He only hoped he'd survive the backlash as he focused on not emptying himself into that velvety, hot, royal purse of love.
Luna's dam broke with a peeling crack of lightening that seared through the roof and struck the bed, the flash alone making the stallion tense as he thrust forth, forcefully hilting his shaft inside of the princess as her insides clamped down. Her scream was drowned out by a boom of energy leaving her horn with such force that the bed, her room's interior and the roof flew away in a dazzling, dream-like bloom of force.
Mac couldn't flinch or twitch as he became stalk-still, the fear of being thrown away by the force of her pleasure holding him stationary. He was sure that he was disappearing with the upholstery while beneath him, the princess played subject to the whims of her body, her eyes shining pure white in the normally soothing light of the moon. As another torrential pulsation of power slammed into Mac while Luna screamed and held him to her, Mac heard a powerful voice over the cacophony. As he lost consciousness, McIntosh's bore witness to a brilliant flash of white, and the cry, “LUNA!”
~~~
When Mac came to, the sun was shining in, warming his crimson sides as he slowly opened his eyes. His head felt sore, as though he'd fallen asleep on a bunch of bricks in the barn. Groaning, he moved to raise his head.
“He wakes,” came a resonant, lovely voice, a voice mac had heard before. He recognized its owner immediately as he woke up to see Princess Celestia seated with her sister before him. The princesses both looked at him, smiling; Luna blushing more-so than her sister, though both of them were as they looked him over..
Blinking and staring at the pair of them as he wondered where they were looking, Mac followed their gaze to his haunches, where he saw his morning check-up was going on. Sitting up he covered himself with his hooves apologizing with a deep, earnest, “Sorry 'bout that.”
“Not at all, Big McIntosh,” the pristine, white princess said, smiling with a warm, calm expression, “ It is a natural part of life; nothing to apologize for. I'd honestly say I'm impressed by your kind actions within Equestria as of late. It takes an exceptional stallion to take the burden of loving those ponies in need. I will ask, however that you... try doing a less thorough job in the future.” With that, the princess chuckled, looking over at her sister.
Now that the drowsiness left his eyes, he saw the effect that last night had had on the princess. Luna's mane and tail were not billowing in their usual elegant fashion, instead hanging like that of a normal mare. Her body seemed noticeably tired, though she wore the most content of smiles on her face. Big Mac wasn't sure what he'd done, but he instantly felt like he'd done something wrong. “I'm sorry,” he started, his farm pony accent coming out loud and strong, “I never meant any harm to ya, Princess. Will you recover? Can I do anything for you?”
His flustered apologies only made Luna smile harder. “While I am glad that you care, Big McIntosh, you've no need to worry. I am fine. Simply worn out. I will be back in my prime in little to no time once I've had some rest.”
Mac sighed in relief, looking around to see the desolation their coupling caused; it was enough to make him think a small war had taken place in Luna's bedroom. He blushed at the thought that he had caused that amount of damage. “I'm sorry about the room...” he said, looking down and searching for something to say, very nervous in front of the two goddesses before him.
“No need to be. Luna shall have it fixed even better than is was before,” Celestia assured the pony, not blaming him for the damage to the castle. “No, you may simply be on your way. With your payment of course. I daresay you may be putting your prodigious strength to the test, though. Luna left you quite the tip."
Author's Note
Phew, what an adventure our well endowed friend just had. ^_^ Hopefully the good times just keep coming.
This one took me a long time to finish. I really wanted to capture some scintillating, arousing moments, and I finally feel like I did that. Hope you all enjoy.
