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.