Big Macs estranged experience with Sex.

by HIFHSDIOFH

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Rarity, Big Macintosh, Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2635

Bic Mac doesn't... see things, quite like others. Content to be alone and work hard, he still can't help but find himself with a fine Mare or Stallion every so often, despite what he tells himself about his own feelings. ((Anthro ahead))

Big Macintosh prefers to live by himself, despite others residing at the farm at which he lives. However, he often contents himself with hard work and long days with nothing but the thoughts in his own head. Which isn't to say he never enters Ponyville, or... other things, certainly.

He's had affairs with numerous Mares and Stallions, both local and tourists. Few can resist the silent, 6'5" mass of muscle as he gently lopes through the town with a grace almost ill befitting his... Oh, but I'm spoiling it! If you're intrigued, give it a read.

Published 2015-08-08 15:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-08 15:40:02 UTC

A reunion with Rarity.

The sky was a dark grey around Ponyville. Winds blustered heavily, turning windmills and causing signs to creak and flap, a small din just loud enough to set off the many pets of the town, adding their own disquieting cries to the cacophony as a tall man with straw-blond hair wandered through the empty streets. He looked up and squinted, frowning. Of course it had been today that the Pegasi of the town had scheduled a storm. Not that it wasn't needed. The crops he so regularly tended were in want of some watering, and now was as good a time as any to get it. Unfortunately, he'd also drawn the short straw on an apparently necessary grocery run, although he suspected that some name-brand marshmallow based cereal didn't count as a necessity in any regard.

Sighing, he continued to walk through the disquieting noise. He'd have been plenty content staying that way, when the first fat drop of rain fell square between his eyes. His mouth tightened around the corners as he rubbed his face, other droplets starting to fall around him. He was sure Pegasi weren't really that good at aiming, but in the back of his mind, he suspected Rainbow Dash might be above that heavy cover, laughing at his discomfort. Shaking his head, he walked a little faster, determined to at least get home with out a cold, when an entirely different distraction caught his eye.

He'd been walking past the Carousel Boutique, looking in the window. Lights on, of course. Rarity was more than likely working hard on some tall order, fingers flying and horn ablaze as fabrics and instruments flew in a calm tornado above her head, oxymoron that those words happened to be. Or he thought that she had been. That train of thought had been interrupted by the door swinging open, light flooding out into the porch as rain started to fall in earnest. already soaking through the flannel shirt Macintosh preferred. Rarity leaned against the doorframe, a worried look on her face as her eyes met Macs, instantly beckoning him over. Mac, for his part, sighed into the rain and walked over, at least thankful for the cover her porch gave him.

"Macintosh, what are you doing out in this weather? You'll catch your death of cold, you must come inside and I'm not taking no for an answer! Didn't you check the forecast? The Pegasi are planning a rather big storm and they expressly warned against getting caught in it!"

Tutting, Rarity bustled Mac inside, with his consent or otherwise. For his part, Macintosh was a little uncomfortable. People weren't his strongest area, but the Boutique was warm, and the soft light comforted him as his eyes adjusted. Surprisingly, a lack of clothes were to be seen, something that raised an eyebrow on his face as he turned to face Rarity. A conspicuous droplet of water ran down a cheekbone and fell to the floor with a soft, but noticeable thump, and the sound distracted both of them from their reverie, Rarity recovering quicker.

"You're absolutely soaked through! Just how long were you out in that rain, oh, you're going to need warmer clothes, maybe even a shower! And you're not leaving until this accursed storm is over, that much is for sure."

Big Mac, for his part, blinked. He'd never really been gifted with words, most of his conversations being woefully one-sided against his favor. He nodded, heading a little further inside and looking about again. The Boutique had always been a homely place. He'd visited before, several times. Sometimes for clothes, sometimes... Well, he'd have continued thinking about that, but Rarity was in his face again, tutting as she looked at his shirt, which certainly wasn't getting dry soon.

Rarity looked up at Mac, trying to ignore the feelings stirring up. It was no secret that Macintosh was a desirable man, despite his apparent obliviousness to that fact. Tall, muscled and definitely handsome, it was difficult not to bite her lip as water cascaded off of him. Well, not cascaded per se, but... well, there was water and it was... running onto her fine carpet. Her attraction vanished like a light being flicked off as she pulled him into a bathroom.

"Would you get that shirt off, darling? Not to be rude, but you may have just cost me quite a sum in carpet repair and I'd rather you be in clothes that won't make you sick for a week."

Big Mac sighed, nodding. He hadn't really minded, but he knew that he'd have gotten sick if he'd stayed clothed. Unbuttoning his shirt, he let it fall onto a clothes rack, shaking a little as the warm air rushed over his bare skin, rubbing his chest as Rarity took a step back. She'd definitely seen him without a shirt, or clothes in general, but she couldn't help blushing as she took in his visage again. Big Mac was built, there was no way to deny that. His arms were corded with muscle, veins in stark relief from his shoulders to his wrists. His chest was smooth and defined, pectoral and abdominal muscles clearly shaped and rock-hard, something she knew from experience. His hips created two lines angling below his pants, a line she was comfortable following...

Macintosh was certainly enjoying his own view. Rarity was a perfectionist, something that extended past her fashionista career. Her body was lithe and drew the eye. even through a thick fur coat shaded a rich purple. Her curves were evident, chest large and hips that Butch Hartman would turn red at the sight of. Frozen in place, he watched as her eyes roved over his body, her high cheekbones turning pink as she studied him. He felt his own face heating up just a little as he stepped forward. He didn't much like dealing with people, that much was obvious. However, when he inevitably found himself in situations like this, baser desires took over. He was a creature of flesh and blood, and he had desires just the same as everybody else.

Rarity noticed him step forward. It was rather difficult not to see, especially in a situation like theirs and she certainly didn't mind, feeling herself move forward as well, breath quickening in her chest. She and Macintosh had a history, but no relationship to speak of. At least, not in the traditional sense. She was a woman with no time to devote to a man with his own wants and needs, and Big Mac was a man who was barely interested in sex, let alone a full-fledged agreement to care about someone else. However, the two of them inexplicably always found the time to end up in the Boutique, going at it like a pair of wild timberwolves.

She'd have continued thinking like this if Big Mac hadn't placed those damned big hands of his on her shoulders. He was the personification of a Gentle Giant outside of bed. But there was strength, there was so much strength that he had, and it drew someone like her as though magnetized, and soon her chest was against him, hands running down his waist as they leaned in close, staring at each other, Neither had any misgivings, and their lips crashed together, heads tilted at different angles and mouths slightly open, tongues indulging in the taste of the other as their hearts beat into overdrive.

Big Mac let his hands fall down her back, caressing her rear with a gentle firmness as his tongue entered her mouth, exploring the familiar territory as his hands explored her outer body, gently undoing the coats fastenings and letting it fall to the floor, Of course she was wearing a figure-hugging shift underneath, with a pencil skirt to accompany. Big Mac didn't have any kinks to speak of, but Rarity in an outfit like that was more than enough to set him raring to go, a noticeable bulge in his jeans making itself known to Rarity, who smiled. She was certainly the type of woman who enjoyed thinking her partner was wrapped around her little finger, and he found it easier to just let her think that way.

Rarity gently let a hand down to his jeans, caressing the bulge with delicate fingerwork, before unbuckling his pants with one smooth, practiced motion, fingers almost fluttering as they unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his jeans, finally letting them pool around his feet and leaving him in nothing but a pair of plain black briefs. God, but he was hot like this. She bit her lip as she drew her hands to her chest, unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall to the floor, heedless of the material hitting the tiles. Her impressive bust was held in place by a relatively simple bra- White cotton, she remembered, and it actually matched her underwear this time, thank god. This may have been an impromptu roll in the hay, but she would not appear completely off the rails.

Macintosh smiled, as he knew she'd like. She thought him handsome, so he may as well, do as much for her as he could, even if it was something little. His hands came to the skirt, finding the clasp and zip and undoing them both, letting the fabric pool with her shirt. Her lingerie left him reddening, hands coming to her waist and stroking softly as they came in close once more. He picked her up by the rear, watching her eyes flash as she smiled at him with half-lidded eyes, nodding silent consent as he took her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed and straddling her waist.

Rarity let her hands come to Macs lower back as he loomed over her. God, but he was some kind of Adonis, especially from this view. Muscled, blushing, handsome, and about to fuck her like nobody else could, the bulge in his pants a certain sign that his name wasn't just referring to his height. She felt her cheeks redden again as his hands came to her bra, undoing the clasp with ease and dropping it off the side of the bed, her breasts freed for him to do as he wished.

Just that Mac did, hands coming to her chest and grasping with a firm fervor, kneading and rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger as he did so, feeling his cock twitch just a little as his hands worked. It wasn't long that it went without attention though, as without his notice, Rarity had slipped a hand between his legs, stroking at him through his underwear. Finally, it was enough, and he pulled her underwear away, expression a strange mix of calm and serious as his own soon met hers. His hips lowered, and the head of all eight inches of his member poked at her slit, almost inquisitively. Macintosh may have been a little book dumb, but the female body was something he was intimately familiar with, through numerous torrid affairs. A hand slipped between her legs, cock moving away as his fingers parted her slit, stroking up and down softly to part them further before a finger slipped inside, curling up around the familiar nub where her G-spot lay, something she'd made sure to tell him about.

For her part, Rarity arched her back and moaned, hips pushing against the large finger curled inside him, bucking softly as quiet moans escaped her, chest rising and falling in quick pants as Big Mac slipped a second finger inside, stretching her within just a little, the ridged fingers against her slick tunnel causing her to properly moan for the first time that night, hips arching off of the bed before softly coming in contact with the sheets again, her resolve finally getting back into her head as her hands grasped his shoulders, pulling him level with her.

"Enough of this foreplay nonsense, get on with it!"

Big Mac certainly wasn't loathe to comply, fingers leaving her gently, replaced once again by his length. His head gently parted her lips, and he slowly started to push into her. He moved slowly, methodically, and every so often, he'd pull out a little, making sure she felt every inch of him, as he knew she wanted. Finally, their hips met, eliciting a groan from Macintosh matched with a breathy moan of Raritys, their voices harmonizing just for a second before Macs hips slipped gently back, pulling to halfway, before pushing back in again.

Rarity gasped as slowly, but with strength, Macintosh began to thrust into her, hips making smooth rises and falls as his cock pushed into her, each time reaching deep, pushing up against all her most erogenous, sensitive places again and again, her breaths coming quicker as her hips rolled in time with his thrusts, His attention to her chest eliciting louder groans from her as he began to thrust harder, a little faster, still keeping a rhythm unique to him, hips meeting hers with soft, perpetual noises now, his lips coming to her shoulder and leaving little kisses that turned into soft bites, leaving impressions that he would trail over later with his tongue, moving from her collarbone to her delicate jawline, her every sound egging him further, causing his hips to move quicker, almost struggling not to abandon reason. As it was, the force of his thrusts was beginning to shake the bed, the bead tapping against the wall gently as their collective moans became louder, stronger.

The sound of the storm became more evident, the fury of the storm almost in tandem with the pairs arousal as they got nearer to climax, Macintoshs length twitching as it continued to thrust into her, the bed shaking in earnest now, rain pummeling the window as the pair abandoned restraint. Rarity threw her head back and moaned as loud as she could, hips rolling hard and fast to meet Bic Macs thrusts, his hands almost pulling at her chest and nipples as his lips met hers, kissing at each other with a passion near-born of desperation, the rhythmic slaps and moans echoing around the otherwise quiet shop.

Rarity came first, with a howling cry that Big Mac was internally thankful the storm drowned out, her legs almost robotically looping around his waist and clamping his hips against her as ejaculate shot against him, leaking out around their thighs and onto the covers of the bed, A few more thrusts and he, too, tipped over the edge, ropes of seed shooting deep into her and mixing with her fluids on the sheets as he pulled out slowly, falling beside her and breathing heavily, arms wrapped around her. The storm continued to rage around them, sky darkening even further. It was late in the evening and the sun wasn't coming out for a long while, and so the pair stayed on the bed, eventually retreating under the sheets in the cold rather than clothe themselves.

Come morning, Macintosh would clean himself up, grab his dried clothes and head on his way, possibly before Rarity had even awoken. As the lust faded, he felt his familiar discontent with being so close to someone emerging once more, and his body retreated from her as far as he could without falling off of the bed. He was too tired to do anything but fall asleep, and that was what he did, but not without doing what he could to make sure Rarity didn't fall into him as they slept.

Author's Note

Bluh, I wrote this in like two and a half hours, sorry for the poor quality. I did make sure to profread though, so it's not a total blight on your eyes.