Little to Big

by 5thWriter

Rating: mature
Tags: Gilda, Big Macintosh, Sex, Human, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Zecora, Romance, Trixie
Length: 2067

The origin of how Macintosh gained the nickname, Big Mac.

Macintosh Apple wasn't always known as Big Mac. There was a time, when he was a timid and shy fellow; who need to be made into the stallion he is today.

Contains: huge breasts, f/m/f/f foursome, large cock, pierced nipples, and gratuitous amounts of sperm

Cover art by clemikinkajou and clemikou

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Published 2015-07-12 01:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-07-12 01:10:02 UTC

Little Mackie

Author's Note

I hope everyone enjoys reading this story. Before you complain, however, I would like everyone to be aware that the clop will be in the next chapter. This chapter is setting up for it.

Little Mackie

Slowly, he treaded through the city; the world seemed to bare down on top of him. He knew he shouldn’t complain. After all, he had so many things going for him; he had his health, his family, and he wasn’t in jail. He just wished others would stop calling him, “Little Mackie.” He loved his parents dearly, but Macintosh Apple had really grown to hate that nickname lately. He knew he wasn’t big, but he didn’t need to be reminded of his short four foot ten inch height.

Ponyville wasn’t a large city and was fairly clean as most of the citizens preferred to walk. Plenty of the ponies knew each other. So, when you happen to be part of the family that owns the largest and only apple orchid closest to the city; a lot of ponies knew who you were.

“HEY MACKIE!” A voice yelled from behind him.

‘Oh, come on.’ Macintosh thought to himself. ‘Not today of all days.’ It was finally the down time at the orchid, so Macintosh had been given a free day. He was hoping to spend it wandering around the city, but if this was what he thought it was; his day was about to take a downward turn.

‘Just ignore them,’ Macintosh thought as he sped up his walking. ‘Maybe they’ll think you’re busy and leave you alone. After all, you’ve been busy every day for the six months.’

Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be. In a matter of minutes he felt a firm hand on his shoulder and, with a yelp, was dragged down an ally. A moment later he was shoved hard into the wall of a building.

“Long time no see, Little Mackie,” said the same voice that had called out to him earlier.

Standing threateningly in front of him were Ace Powers, the one who called out, and Caramel Song. Both of them were taller than Macintosh; Ace being five feet six inches and Caramel being five feet eight inches. Ace had long messy brown hair and a thin straggly goatee. He wasn’t fat, but he wasn’t fit either. Ace thought he was a genius at sports, even though he was really only okay at tennis; he sucked at all the other sports. Caramel had short, light brown hair that was slicked back. Caramel was a bit stockier and used not only his form to intimidate ponies, but also his mother’s position. Macintosh didn’t know what Caramel’s mother did for a living, but the last pony who tried to correct Caramel soon found themselves fired.

“Here’s the thing Mackie,” Ace continued. “I find myself a bit short on cash at the moment and since you’ve been so busy. I figure you surely must have some cash on hand to let your dear and important friends borrow.”

“But I don’t have much money guys,” Macintosh replied. A second later his unprepared stomach met with Caramel’s fat fist and Macintosh doubled over in pain. A few moments later he was able to straighten back up.

“Now come on, Mackie. We just want to borrow it. Surely that’s not too much to ask?” Ace asked as he leaned in closer.

“You should learn to be more charitable and giving, Mackie,” Caramel added.

“Y-you’ll pay me back?” Macintosh gasped out.

“Of course,” replied Ace; who then quickly demanded, “Now get out your wallet.”

As Macintosh reached his hand into his jacket’s inside pocket to retrieve his wallet, Caramel continued say by saying, “You should have just done that in the first place.”

Just as Macintosh had his wallet nearly all the way out a new voice rang out at the end of the ally. “Hey! You dumbasses stop that.”

“You brutes should feel ashamed for picking on a weakling,” added a second voice.

“The police’ll catch you and send you sorry fucks to a prison in Sibearia,” a third voice called out.

By the time the third voice rang out the three guys were looking down the short ally and saw that it was three dark skinned girls who were yelling at them. Other than the females in his family, Macintosh didn’t have much experience with the opposite sex, but even he knew these three girls were hot.

The girl in the middle was the shortest, but easily topped Macintosh in height. She appeared to be six feet in height. Her complexion was a nice smooth brown. She had snow white hair with her tips dyed purple. Her hair was tied back into a fancy ponytail bun and held in place with some hair sticks. Her eyes were bright gold in color. She had her lips covered in a bright yellow lipstick.

The girl to the right of the girl in the middle was the tallest of the three. She looked to be about six feet eight inches. Her complexion was also a smooth brown. She had long straight hair that was dyed a light blue. Her eyes were a dark violet. Her lips were covered with a bright blue lipstick

The last girl was truly unique. She was between the first two girls in height; standing at six feet four inches. Her complexion was a dark black. Her hair was unique in both color and style. Her hair was striped black and white. The hair on the top and back of her head had been formed into short three inch mohawk. The hair on the side on her head had been braided back into several small ponytails. A small bit of hair in the front, which hadn’t been braided or styled into the mohawk, was styled forward and covered the left side of her forehead. Her ears were pierced with large gold hooped ear rings. Her eyes were a lovely shade of cyan and her lips were covered in a lightly glittering white lipstick.

What was also unique about the three girls was the clothes they had on. All three of them were wearing the exact same thing. A white dress shirt with a purple necktie, a purple plaid skirt that showed off a generous amount of their legs above the knee. A purple button down cardigan, accented by white trim and on the left breast an insignia was stitched into the cardigan in the shape of two small ‘L’s, one crossing over the other and enclosed by a wreath. Their outfits ended with them wearing white knee socks and dark purple flats.

It took a moment, but Macintosh recognized their clothes as being part of the uniform for Ponyville’s Lady Luna Academy. The city’s most exclusive all girl’s boarding school. The school had a graduate rate of a 100%, roughly 98% of the girls who graduated went on to college. His own great-great-grandmother had given the land, for the school, to Luna the first and for the kind act all her future female decedents were allowed to attend for free. Currently, along with his own sisters, the school had an enrollment of 842. Many of the school’s graduates had gone on to be mayors, governors, sport’s stars, singers, actresses, and other famous ladies of note. Many of these girls came from families of power and were not to be crossed.
Unfortunately, Ace and Caramel seemed to not realize any of this in the few moments that they had been staring at the three girls. For right then, the staring ended when Ace yelled out, “Why don’t you neons, fuck off!”

“Get lost, bitches,” added Caramel.

This, was apparently the wrong thing for the two of them to say.

“Oh yeah!?” Shouted the girl in the middle. She grabbed the bottom of her cardigan and shouted, “Cora!”

“We really doing this?” the mohawk girl to her left asked as she grabbed her cardigan in the same way.

“Trix!”

“Yes!” The light blue haired girl replied as she too grabbed her cardigan in the same way.

“Let’s do it.” The girl in the middle yelled and began to lift up her cardigan, the other girls following right behind her. As the cardigans lifted and naked flesh was revealed time seemed to slow down. Each girl was trim around her stomach. The blue haired girl, known as Trix, had a white star tattooed around her bellybutton; while the mohawk girl, who had been identified as Cora, had her naval pierced. As the girls lifted their cardigans further up, their heaving bosoms came into view. The middle girl had a light yellow bra with a small pink bow in the middle, Trix was wearing a lacy silver bra, and Cora had on a small bright red bra. Macintosh knew that the older of his two younger sisters was a DD cup in breast size. It was plainly visible that these three girls were much larger than she was.

‘Looks like two Fs and an H,’ He thought as he took in the sight before him. However, want happened next made his blood freeze.

“RAPISTS!!!”

“SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!”

“HELP WE’RE BEEN ATTACKED!”

Not even fraction of a second later, two large police officers were rushing forward.

“What happened here?!” One of them asked.

‘Oh, shit,’ Macintosh thought to himself. ‘I’m going to be accused of rape, bring shame to my family, and never be able to show my face in public.' However, before his thoughts could descend to far into despair a beacon of hope seemed to shine forth as the girl called Cora answered the police officers.

“Those two brutes there attacked us,” she replied. “They tried to violently rape us, but that kind fellow there saved us. Now, those curs are attacking that gentle fellow who came in our moment of need.”

Before his mind had even fully registered what Cora had said, the two police officers tackled Ace and Caramel to the ground.
“Raping mares in broad daylight?! You pieces of filth,” one of the offices yelled at them.

As Ace and Caramel tried to protest their innocence, Macintosh quietly slipped away towards the entrance of the ally, where the three mysterious girls were calmly making themselves presentable again.

“I said, SHUT UP!” one of the officers behind him shouted, before a distinct whacking sound was heard behind him.

A moment later, the two police officers where hauling an unconscious Ace and Caramel out of the ally.

“We’ll take this two pieces of filth down to the station,” one of the officers said to the four of them. “Are the four of you alright?” he asked.

“Oh yes, officer,” replied girl who had been in the middle of the group. “Thanks to our brave rescuer here,” she continued as she grabbed Macintosh in a hug from behind; her breasts pressing in and covering the back of his head. Macintosh did his best not to panic at the action. “And the continuing dedication of the Ponyville Police Department,” the girl finished.

“Thank you ma’am,” the officer replied. “The four of you stay safe,” his partner added as they began to drag Ace and Caramel away.

Once the officers were far enough away, Macintosh was released from the hug as the girl said, “Severed those two fuckers right.”

He turned around to look at the girls who were starting to walk away. “Thank you, for saving me.”

“You’re welcome, cutie,” the girl called Cora replied.

“It was nothing,” responded Trix.

“Cha, no big dweeb,” the middle girl replied.

“Umm… Could I at least buy the three of you lunch?” Macintosh asked them. Macintosh didn’t have many friends and none of them were female, so any amount of extra time he could spend in the presence of a mare would be wonderful and he would use any excuse to do so. His offer seemed to intrigue the three of them. They turned to look at him for several seconds before glancing at each other.

The wait for an answer was starting to worry Macintosh. Just as he was about to apologize for the offer, when the mysterious middle girl replied. “Okay you can take us out, dweeb,” As she walked up to him and laced her left hands fingers into the fingers of his right hand.

“I’m Gilda Griffion.”