Stiff Offers

by LoreLove

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Sex, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life, Doctor Whooves, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin
Length: 9309

When a new casino pops up near Ponyville, Big Mac decides to see what's so special about it. Blackjack isn't that interesting, is it?

There's a brand new casino that recently opened near the outskirts of Ponyville. Filthy Rich may have implied more than what's known, but does Big Mac truly care? A small peek may not hurt. He does have the rest of the evening off, after all. Maybe something good could come of it.

Contains: Male on male

Cover art and image by: Sidekick

Published 2015-09-06 14:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-09-06 14:40:01 UTC

Hard Deals

With the last batch of apples finally stored, Big Mac let out a sigh of relief and sat down for a moment. His green eyes looked over the barrels of fruit he had managed to buck over the week, giving it all a nod of approval. He had done well. Applejack would likely get to the rest after she got back from her friend's place.

There had been a few barrels sold over the last few days which gave them some spare money to relax with for once. It hadn't been a whole lot, but he was proud to catch up on most of the work that had been needed around the farm. The strange thing about it all was when Filthy Rich, the pony who had ordered the fruit, mentioned to him the new building on the outskirts of Ponyville. Supposedly, it was a new casino of sorts and Filthy Rich owned every bit of it.

When asked about it, Big Mac had been told that it catered to those with even the littlest bit of money. The only thing that made the big stallion wary was the odd look he got from Filthy Rich after that statement. It gave the slightest hint of implying far more than just some card games at a table. Macintosh wasn't sure what to make of it, though he'd be lying if denied his interest to learn more.

The stallion stood in place, juggling his thoughts for a while until finally settling on having a little fun with the extra funds. He wouldn't need all of it, and AJ would surely be okay with him spending a little as long as he didn't waste it all. The only thing that worried him was the fact he hadn't played many card games in quite some time. Blackjack and other poker games were the only ones he had spent time to learn.

A turn and a kick to the barn door shut it tight with a loud slam. The red stallion smiled as the wooden beam fell into place from the shock and held the doors closed. He enjoyed being good at his job. The orange mane gave a light bounce as he began to trot from the barn towards the house, taking his time to get ready and see the new building.

While he stepped into the house, Applebloom was bounding around, talking away to herself at how she planned on getting her cutie mark next. Big Mac took the liberty of nudging a tipped over bucket out of her way while she wasn't looking so she could continue her idea. She always seemed to be one full of energy. It was hard for her big brother not to smile at her eagerness and bouncing around the living room.

Once he had some room, the stallion moved along and let his little sister bound hop around his legs until he was out of the room. His hooves moved along the hardwood floor into the kitchen as he began making himself something quick to eat. A simple sandwich should stick to his ribs for a while. Lucky for him, they had enough bread and some spare lettuce to make himself more to it.

It didn't take him long to fix a nice tomato and lettuce sandwich with some pickles and a few strawberries. May not have been the most wholesome but it was certainly tasty. There wasn't going to be a better meal for a while anyway. Granny Smith would end up making dinner within a few hours or more, so he was free until then.

During his relaxation, Big Mac pried off his yoke by using his forelegs and decided to hang it up in his room. He wouldn't be working until the next morning which meant no need for his working gear. A good stretch of his neck helped him feel a bit more limber and at ease. Oddly enough, without his yoke, he felt a tad naked, despite always being so.

“What're ya doin', big brother?” Applebloom's voice chimed in from the doorway.

Macintosh gave a smile and rubbed her head with a hoof, grabbing his saddlebag.

“Goin' out?” the little filly's voice asked, giving a giggle to his playful nature towards her.

“Eeyup,” the large stallion answered to his youngest sibling and pulled her in for a quick hug. Something he always did to let her know he loved her.

“Try not stayin' out too late. Granny's got a meal she wants to make when she gets back from town!” Applebloom said, letting her large bow brush against him in the hug.

Big Mac gave a nod to her as he let her go and watched her hop along once more. She seemed to be continuing her ramblings about getting a cutie mark once more. The red pony kept moving along until he made his way out the door and looked up to the sky. No more than a few hours should be plenty of time to check out the local casino and be back for a late dinner.

With the extra bits in tow within the saddlebag, he began heading out and making his way into Ponyville. The building had to be built on the other side due to Sweet Apple Acres consisting of so many trees on their farmland. A thought occurred just before reaching the end of the orchard as Big Mac gave a tree a light kick and held open the flap to a bag. Once a few apples dropped inside, he was right back to moving.

-

It took him longer than he wanted to reach the other side of town, but he had finally made it. The building itself looked about the size of Sugar Cube Corner, though it was clear that it held vastly different tastes inside. The name on the sign, Bits For Bits, gave the impression there was some exchange taking place.

The entire structure looked a bit more unwelcoming than the more colorful houses within the town. The wooden boards were merely coated with a protective finish instead of fully painted. The swinging doors on the front did seem to leave a more welcome approach, at least. Big Mac could even hear the busy nature within the building, though it was muffled more than he thought it would be.

Upon nosing the doors open, he was met with a few new things all at once. One of which was the scent of a more warm nature. Surely, the casino hadn't been opened long enough to warrant a more flavored aroma within itself. The hint of an idle cigar or the wooden beams themselves were lending to something else he couldn't quite place.

Another thing seemed to be the few tables around the area. It may not have been a huge structure, but the inside appeared cramped, yet open. It could have been something to do with the numerous chairs around each table or possibly the dimmer lighting in the setting. Whatever it was, it had space but it just didn't feel like it to Macintosh.

The few faces he recognized gave a light nod and warm smile as he entered. Thunderlane stood at one of the tables in a blue vest with some white cuffs as he dealt a stallion some cards. The lack of music made each shift of the boards and light grunts he heard a little more amplified. While he moved along, he noticed one of the tables unoccupied with a brown stallion standing on his hind legs, front hooves resting on the table in his patience.

“Oh, yes! You look particularly ready for a rousing game of blackjack!” the blue-eyed dealer said, waving over to Big Mac.

The red stallion halts in place and looks around before motioning to himself with a hoof. A raised eyebrow indicates he's unsure.

“Yes! Yes! You, my good stallion!” the pony said, beckoning Macintosh over again. The accent was something Big Mac hadn't noticed until just then.

Slowly, the visiting stallion moves over and looks back to check on the other patrons of the room. None of them seemed even slightly interested in what was going on around them. Some looked fatigued while others appeared to be highly invested in their game. Perhaps more ponies liked poker than he had originally thought.

“Yes, sir! Welcome to Bits For Bits, where you pay for what you enjoy!” the pony said, being a little exuberant in his simple welcome. “Have a seat! I'll be your dealer for the evening. The name? Oh, Doctor is fine,” he told his new player.

The strong pony took one more look around before nodding and climbing up onto one of the seat and getting comfortable. His hind legs draped down beneath the table as he let those thick thighs parted when he leaned forward to rest his forelegs on the table. The saddlebag from his back slid off and hit the floor behind him as he forgot he had brought it along for a moment.

When he tried turning to reach down and grab it with a hoof, he blinked in surprised as a sky blue head popped out from under the table. The pegasus leaned forward and grabbed the bag with his teeth before looking up with a smile, flight goggles resting on his brow. There was a moment while they looked to each other before Big Mac lifted the bag with a hoof and set it on the table. He knew that stallion easily. Soarin, the daredevil of the Wonderbolts. What was he doing hiding below?

“Enjoy the game,” Soarin whispered and grinned wide before slipping back underneath the table and being out of sight again.

The red earth pony was still confused about how he had entirely missed the pegasus hiding below until he saw one of the apples roll out onto the table. Whatever the reason, it wasn't his problem and he didn't want to be involved if the cute guy wanted to hide. Big Mac watched the apple until his hoof stopped it and lifted it up. A crunch into the juicy fruit seemed to help calm him down a bit as he listened to the rules of the game.

“Now, as you know, it's a simple twenty-one to win. You go over, you… Hm, judging from your look, you seem to know how to play,” the Doc said, rubbing his chin with a hoof.

“Eeyup,” Macintosh answered, giving a nod and taking another bite of the tasty apple.

“Well, in that case, we can easily head into the game. Oh! There is one extra feature our casino has that none other has managed to gain permission of doing,” the dealer said, tapping a hoof to the table.

The strong, red stallion tilted his head, slightly perturbed as to what was implied. If there was a special offer or some other kind of business being run, he should have heard about it. Usually, rumors run wild through the town, so he wasn't sure what he was missing. That was, until he felt a light brush to his loins.

The sensation of having another pony touch him in such an area quickly had him sit still. A glance down showed Soarin looking back up and nosing at the two plums nestled on the seat cushion. While he watched, the Wonderbolt below continued his loving nuzzles, being as gentle as could for the big, red stallion. Every nudge and brush made it difficult to concentrate at what his dealer was saying before forcing himself to look back up.

“That's just his way of welcoming you,” the Doctor mentioned, smiling and giving a nod. “Now that we got formalities out of the way, I guess you're curious about why our dear Wonderbolt is tucked away below, yes?”

Big Mac nodded, still feeling a light breath along his lap from how close the pegasus was.

“He's our little distraction for our game. If you think you can keep from letting distractions get to you, maybe you'll stand a chance,” the dealer told him, giving a wink.

The second the explanation ended, there was a warm, wet feeling rolling over those two apples in Big Mac's lap. His ears tilted back as he felt Soarin's tongue roam his hefty orbs for a moment until a small kiss was placed at his sheath. It was going to be a rather interesting game, he had to admit.

Once things settled again, the stallion listened to what sorts of payment options there were. It was strange to hear of high and low bets along with other factors involved. When placing a high bet, more attention would be paid towards his loins. Low bets would have smaller amounts of affection to his genitals but gradually increase with the amount of times they were placed.

The other side of the betting was that a certain percentage would be cut towards Soarin for his own services under the table. Everything was to remain professional above the table while the more interesting twist of the game stayed hidden from most eyes. The only issue with the whole idea was that Macintosh hadn't exactly done anything so publicly before.

“Now, if we're to get started, maximum bet is five bits. Minimum is one. It's just so nopony walks away too quickly. To shake things up, heads or tails?” Doc asked as he tossed a bit into the air and then covered it with a hoof on the felt table.

Big Mac stayed silent, not sure what was being asked before giving a shrug.

“I'll say you get heads,” the dealer pony says and reveals the bit. “Congratulations! Enjoy that talented and daring mouth for the duration of our game.”

Another lick to his sheath made the red earth pony shiver and feel himself swell a bit. He wasn't going to be able to keep from getting aroused at the table at all. His legs nearly tried to close until he felt the soft cheeks of the pegasus along his inner thighs. A soft nuzzle to those strong legs made him relax a bit more in his seat. At least Soarin seemed nice enough to help him ease into such a new idea for a game.

Deciding to play it safe at first, Big Mac pulled a single bit from his bag and put it forward. The cards were dealt along with a knock to the table edge. Instantly, that tongue began grazing the heavy pouch of the seated stallion, making him give a small squirm. His mind almost lost focus on the cards right away.

What he couldn't see was Soarin smiling wide and watching each reaction that he managed to coax out. A lick here or there made such a strong and stone-walled stallion almost buckle. There was no cheating, as any patron could easily get up and leave when they wish and all rules were given prior to any money being placed. It was just a nice bit of fun.

There were a few silent moments as Big Mac kept a straight face to the few laps against his sheath. The stirring he was sensing below was an obvious one, knowing he was bound to get erect from such attention sooner or later. The cards in his hooves may as well have been invisible with how focused he was. A few blinks and he slowly began adding numbers before knocking the table.

He almost let out a grunt when he felt Soarin's muzzle bury itself into his crotch, kissing his tender pouch carefully. The brush of that mane against his sheath was enough of a tease to begin drawing out that thick end of his member. He wasn't sure exactly why he let himself into the situation, but he wasn't against this kind of treatment by any means.

“Good show!” the dealer said, shoving some bits towards him. “Of course, regardless of winning or losing, Soarin will need his own fair share.”

The two above the table exchanged a smile before Big Red nodded and let a bit move off to the side. It was only fair for the treatment he was receiving. He seemed to have increased his money anyway. Not by much, but several more games might have him make a large sum.

There was a cool breeze that made his boys below feel much colder due to the saliva coating them. Another bet was placed and the stronger earth pony increased his odds. Three bits should help out and he could have more spending money for later. Then the knocks came from the dealer.

A very eager Wonderbolt moved forward and ran his tongue directly over the peeking head of that member before him. Big Mac widened his eyes and gave an audible grunt as he let the pegasus begin working on the end of his slowly growing member. Each roll of that tongue made him feel more and more ready to keep playing.

Another set of cards and they were quickly back to their game. The steady amount of licks to the growing rod only seemed to be making Macintosh lose focus much faster than before. His length was quick to grow once he felt the attention applied to it more. Each inch that became visible for Soarin was another inch that became showered in affection. Licks and kisses seemed to be working on drawing out all that girth as the two above played their cards.

It was a much tougher round for the red stallion to keep his mind on. Each second that passed felt like he might just have to tell the pony below to just indulge. He was becoming more interested in his own pleasure than the money in a steady pace. One of them would eventually have to outweigh the other.

“Doing all right?” the brown earth pony asked, his own hips shifting below that vest and the table.

Big Mac gave a quick nod and stared intently at the cards for a moment. While he did, it seemed the dealer was having his own bit of fun as he waited. That spandex-clad rear of the daredevil beneath the table was firmly pressing back against that bare lap. Each little movement sent a roll of pleasure moving up the Doctor's back as he felt the smooth fabric caress his own member between those warm and supple cheeks. The adorable tail of the Wonderbolt seemed to add a lovely tease at each toss from side to side, making it brush over the firm end of the dealing pony's rod.

Soon, the red pony gave a signal to keep his cards and waited for the turn out. Another win, but barely. He felt lucky for the bust on the dealer's end. When he felt a tender nibble to the end of his shaft, Big Mac felt he'd have to bust soon enough, too. There was only so much teasing a stallion could take.

The session to relax between his bets was shorter as he felt Soarin run his tongue along the bottom of that swollen girth, nice and slow. It was a deliberate tease to keep the farm pony alert and trying to make him buckle under the rising pressure. For sure, it would end up with him having to call it quits at some point, but he was still enjoying it plenty.

When Macintosh looked up, he saw his smart-sounding dealer biting his lower lip and shifting slightly. The two locked eyes, knowing exactly what kind of special privileges they got for working there and where it would be headed soon. The thought of raising his bets to the maximum amount did cross the stallion's mind before he decided to hold off for the moment. Maybe just a little more before he shifted focus.

The next set of cards came out as he waited and let the knocks sound out before feeling that tongue press against the belly of his length. Big Mac gave a slightly louder grunt and leaned forward, throbbing from the touch. His hips wiggled in his seat as his tail swayed from side to side, starting to really enjoy himself. It was rare he got the kind of attention to his body that Soarin was offering.

Another slow lick from the base of his musky shaft traveled all the way up once more. It seemed to take in more details of his rod while he felt it move along him. The moment it slid over that medial ring, Big Red gasped and quickly stifled himself, giving a light throb in reaction. That seemed like quite a weakness to exploit. Oh, did Soarin exploit it, too.

The Wonderbolt smiled and leaned in, giving a nudge to that thick ring around the cock of such a stud. His nose drew in the arousal that seemed to be rising more by the second. The taste of that thick tool was so strong with just slightest hint of apples. He loved it. As he did, the horny dealer seemed to be grinding more against that perky bottom during the wait.

More of the oral work on that stiff length had the farm pony give a twitch and bead some of the silky pre-cum from the tip. The pegasus was hard at work as he licked around that sensitive ring, tasting the stallion from multiple angles and teasing him repeatedly. The seated stallion drew in a slow breath, trying to steady himself while he felt his pleasure rise as time began to draw out. He knew he wouldn't want to leave the table sporting such a large issue between his legs.

A stifled moan across the area brought Big Mac's attention over as he looked to where the source came from. It took a moment before he landed eyes on a familiar stallion that came by the far not long ago. Trenderhoof was hunched over the table, glasses askew and panting rather hard as his hips were lifting off the seat. It was hard to see what stallion was below, but Macintosh knew somepony was there. He'd have to invite the cute guy over again sometime, he thought.

A suckle to the ridge of that flat head made the farm pony glance down and back up again. His erection gave a lift as he dribbled some of his clear pre out and felt it get cleaned up by the eager pegasus below. It was amazing how good such work done to his loins felt. Being hit on by Trenderhoof when Applejack wasn't around had seemed strange at the time, but now he wished he hadn't turned the stallion down. An invite back soon was sounding like a great idea.

Once the end of his knob was cleaned rather thoroughly, a few kisses were placed down the underside of that member. Big Mac could hardly keep a straight face, losing his focus on the cards almost instantly each time he looked at them. A ten and a four? No, that was an eight. His eyes stared intently at the numbers before he chose to stay.

The dealer let out a light grunt, stopping his motions for a minute before checking his own cards. A draw, then another grunt. It seemed Soarin was getting needy. The pony behind the table gave a chuckle as he looked to his customer and winked.

“Looks like I bust again. You're on a lucky streak, Mr. Macintosh,” he stated, dividing the bits once more and waiting.

The red farm pony certainly felt lucky with that tongue. His hips shifted as he thought for a minute and slowly pushed forward his next bet. Five bits. He was very ready to receive whatever seemed to be in store for him. Those hind legs parted in his seat as he licked his lips and saw the dealer smile.

Instead of knocking, the dealer eased back from the table for a second, using it for support as his front hooves stayed at the edge. There looked to be some nodding and light whispers before he looked back and leaned forward to rest his waist against the table. It was strange seeing his forelegs reach down and move a bit, then hear a light rip.

What he didn't see was the suave Doctor reach below and use his hooves to tear the back of that flight suit open. It wasn't a big rip, but enough for what he intended to use it for. After all, that zipper only went down to just above Soarin's cute bulge of his plums. There was a small shift as he let his erection lay between those cheeks, loving how the bare contact felt of that sky blue rump against the belly of his member.

“Mm, there we go~” the Doc stated to himself as he looked up. “Sorry, sir. Just had to get myself comfortable as we keep playing.”

Big Mac nodded in understanding as he saw the cards move towards him. The moment the last card was on the table, he felt that tongue trace around that thick crown of his cock, making him keep his ears back while he moaned out lightly. It was so sensitive to any sort of touch. Especially that wet utensil tasting it.

How long would he last if it went further? Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the strong earth pony didn't have to wait to find out. The snug warmth of that mouth slowly enveloped the end of that stiff member and had the red Apple groaning more than he intended. Each portion of that large pole easing into Soarin's mouth just made the seated stallion more anxious to keep enjoying that hold on him.

The cards were long forgotten on the table as he leaned over and closed his eyes for a bit, just letting the Wonderbolt savor his musky flesh below. The pulsing of that large girth was a constant answer to just how good he was feeling. More of that sticky pre drooled out and onto the back of the tongue cradling his member. Each gulp from the pegasus seemed act like a massage to the end of his pole.

As he continued enjoying the blowjob hidden from view, Soarin was busy enjoying himself. The winged pony had been sporting his own erection for most of the game, unable to do almost anything with it due to his position and the fact it was trapped in his suit with him. The outline of that spandex suit was as lewd as it could possibly get. Most of the details could be seen easily if one were to take a look.

Soarin's head began a slow but steady push down onto Macintosh's shaft, swallowing as much as he could before pulling back up to just the tip. His lips stayed snug around the rod, rolling down and back up, making it more slick with each pass. If it got quiet enough, they could even hear the subtle suckles of that muzzle going to work below the felt topped table.

“Enjoying your game?” Big Mac's dealer asked, giving a few, deep breaths as he watched the big pony react.

“E… Eeyup,” the red stallion answered, trying to add the numbers while looking at the cards.

“Mm, no need to hurry, big guy. Take your time,” the Doctor said softly, getting his customer to lay the cards back down.

The vest-clothed pony stood back a little, reaching one hoof down and angling his thick lust stick towards that adorable rear of the pegasus. A gentle prod made Soarin perk his hips up some, trying to make sure he was at a proper level before that drooling tip spread those cheeks slowly. The oral work being done on Big Mac came to a halt, but only temporarily.

It took a few presses to have that puckered hole give in the slightest bit. The issuance of the leaking tip seemed to help as the pony behind the table gave a grunt and tried forcing himself into that small orifice. The lubrication of his own pre seemed to make the friction more slick as that member slipped free and glided up between those cheeks. The feeling caused them both to shiver.

“Sorry,” he told Macintosh, trying to keep himself upright on the opposite side of the table. “Ooh~ Forgive me, sir.”

His hips gave a few movements that Big Mac could only assume were eager thrusts. He was correct in his assumption, too. The stallion dealing cards drew his hips back and waited until that dripping head caressed that perky bottom before giving a push forward. Each time, the resistance was too great to penetrate that supple star hidden between those cheeks.

Upon the fourth or fifth thrust, that dark brown member missed its mark once more but did manage to ease under the opening of that flight suit. The comforting press the suit had around his shaft and that sky blue coat along the underside had him stop and hold his place for a bit. The warmth of Soarin's back and the feeling of that stretchy material hugging his tool seemed to be amazing as he started slow humps while smearing his pre along that cute back.

Big Mac was having quite the time as well. His firm phallus had been tended to wonderfully by the one and only Soarin of the Wonderbolts. That mouth slipped back and forth over a good third of that flesh, sucking it tenderly and making sure to give small twists to accompany a few of his bobs. Nothing had really felt quite like that, and he was thankful to get it.

Several long minutes passed before Macintosh finally looked at his cards again and tried his best at basic math. The task was far harder than normally done so, but he did manage and tapped a hoof to the table gently. It took longer for the next card to come out for him, hardly able to read it until he felt that warm muzzle pull off his length and leave him panting. He wasn't sure he managed to hold out, but he was glad it wasn't over too quick.

The two stallions topping the pegasus hardly had much breathing room as it was, in terms of relaxing. It was surprising how warm the room was getting so quickly. Or, had that been Big Mac's imagination just because his own body heat was rising? He couldn't tell but he did enjoy the services he was being offered so graciously.

The dealer kept up a few motions until he slowly calmed him and pulled his hips back. There was a very soft sound like a gentle slap of damp fabric before he chuckled and wiped his brow. The brown stallion was clearly enjoying his job. It took him a bit to maintain his composure until he straightened cuffs and cleared his throat.

“I do apologize for any improper display on my part, but we are free to enjoy ourselves as well,” he explained to Big Mac with a smile. “I'm sure you know that by now there's only one way we're going to end this game~”

Indeed, the farm pony sure did. His aching stalk was nearly begging for attention as he sat there and waited for the Doctor to work on his own cards. The blue eyes moved along every card on the table before he dealt himself another, then another. The look on his face went from whimsical to almost begging.

“Bust, heh,” he stated and muttered out, “Oh, how I need to.”

The next betting took place and it was another one the red stallion wanted to max out on. No knocking on the table took place from the dealer. Instead, his hoof reached down, giving Soarin's rear a few pats before coming back up and quickly giving cards. Big Mac could hardly care about the game any longer.

That mouth kissed the crown of his tip, licking around the thick and drooling head as he moved down to tend to that beautiful medial ring. His lips gave the most tender of suckles to it, tracing around one side and then the other as his tongue moved from that point and dragged all the way back up. Where the pegasus learned such things, anypony could guess.

Without being told, Macintosh took his time in paying attention to the cards. Of course, he was hardly remembering where he was when that mouth slipped back over the end of his twitching rod again. There was no use in trying to keep a straight face with how amazing he was feeling. Not after being teased up to that point.

The Doc seemed to be just as happy to get his mind off the cards as he reached down again and positioned his pole down once more. The slick end spread those cheeks and kissed the winged pony's pucker before he prodded lightly. It was tough to find just the right angle for what he was looking for. The inability to look away from the cards in case of cheating kept him from finding the proper position. Until one more press made him gasp out.

That tight rear finally accepted the insisting knock at Soarin's back door, spreading around that thick, flat head and over those ridges. The grip on that invader was beyond what most ponies could expect. It seemed as though the athletic daredevil knew just how to work a pony entering him. The consistent drooling of that clear pre would have been proof of that.

Even though Big Mac couldn't see it, the pegasus was having a hard time controlling himself beneath the table. As much as he wanted to tug his zipper down and let that shaft spill free, he kept the suit zipped up and let the stretchy fabric caress against his very obvious hard-on. Each push into his backside made his member give a twitch in the spandex, leaking into the fabric quickly as he felt his prostate getting quite the massage from the lucky dealer.

The red Apple pony gave a slight whinny as he felt that talented tongue cradle the belly of his shaft and that head begin more bobbing motions into his lap. He finally knew what that scent as when walking in as he pulsed inside Soarin's mouth. The more masculine scent of such musk from various stallions in a public grouping had lingered long enough in the air to flick all the right switches on for anypony entering the building.

It was a clever thing, keeping stallions around long enough to let their natural aroma mingle in with the structure and air. It would hook in plenty who came for a simple a game and keep them in their seats until either their funds or their balls were empty. In the case of Big Mac, it seemed he was aiming for the latter. There was no reason to hold back, though he realized that it wasn't him keeping himself from hitting his desired release.

As daring as Soarin was, he also knew how to be careful. Keeping a pony on the edge or just teetering on the brink to an orgasm was something he had learned early on. Every time those red thighs moved up and the strong stallion tried to fit more in that mouth, the pegasus would lean back and let more of the card dealer sink right inside. A few clenches of that puckered ring around the invading shaft and he was moving forward to keep teasing their client once again.

The frustration of not getting close enough to his climax was slowly eating at Big Mac. He could feel his pleasure rising dramatically at times before easing off and keeping him at a constant drool from the end of his throbbing horse cock. That mouth had him right where it wanted him, no matter how hard he tried to fight it. Those lips and the wet tongue within kept coaxing out small bits of pleasure as he tried keeping himself seated.

“Mmf, got a good idea on what you want?” the brown stallion asked, rolling his hips nice and slow.

Macintosh, as much as he wanted to, couldn't answer as he felt the warm mouth slip down his shaft again. The new sensation of that snug throat began working on the end of his heavy pole, massaging it incredibly well as he let a rather loud moan slip out. He could hardly keep himself quiet at the rate he was enjoying himself. Whether or not other ponies heard him didn't even cross his mind.

It was as if Soarin had been waiting all day for the big Apple himself to sit down in front of him. That head tilted and twisted, working as many angles as he could while tasting the erect shaft in his wet mouth. His tongue lapped and teased as best as it could when not pinned to his jaw from how thick dear Big Mac was.

Each suckle and swallow of that drooling flesh had the red and orange stallion panting as he tried to keep some form of composure. With a male below the table and sucking him off, it became a real struggle for him to even keep from hunching over. When he tried to adjust himself in his seat, Soarin took advantage and reached up with a hoof to lift those hefty plums a little. The touch sent chills up and down Big Mac's back, loving every bit of it.

Of course, Soarin was enjoying himself just as much. With such a nice shaft planted deep inside of his perky rump, it was hard for him not to be. That thick member of his own was easily staining the belly of his flight suit with the amount of his own stringy pre seeping into it. His outlined member gave various throbs while he savored that tasty meat stick in front of him and purposely backed up against the one behind him.

Most of the leaking liquid into the flight suit slowly started dripping out, dropping to the floor below and beginning a little mess. The Wonderbolt moaned lightly around that tasty shaft, bobbing his head a little faster until he felt those familiar throbs and eased up. His lips stayed around the girth but refused to roll up and down the pole until he knew their client wasn't going to blow his load right then. It was a personal thrill for the pegasus to keep his partner on the edge for a bit. It always resulted in the biggest and best orgasms he had seen.

The bucking hips of the Doctor began going at a nice and steady pace. That slick cock pumping into that tight rear with those cheeks caressing around his member seemed to be doing great for both of them. The prodding and massaging of Soarin's prostate had him lifting a hind leg while he let the male rut him nice and proper. Each dip into his perky backside had that tight hole rolling back and forth over the pleasure rod going to work in him.

Their own table seemed to be generating a small bit of noise with the grunts, groans, moans and wet slurps, yet barely audible from the next table over. The three males were in quite the passionate exchange of pleasure. Each of them kept up their own end of the trade between the act, doing their best to enjoy it while offering what they could. Most of all, they couldn't stop, even if they wanted.

Big Mac huffed as he felt the skilled mouth work his member as if it were the only thing privileged enough to grace it. The delicate teases and more deliberate presses to certain areas had the red earth pony lowering his head as he almost closed his legs together. Those plump apples of his own lifted slightly as had started to draw close to his orgasm once again. His hips shook as he spurted some of his clear and stringy pre-cum against the back of the pegasus' throat, making the sky blue pony widen his eyes in surprise.

The red stallion grunted and let his green eyes droop in his sexual stupor. Nothing had driven him on such a needful release while keeping him on the brink of that climax the he just knew would be big and messy. It was all just a matter of time. His hips tried rocking some but it became impossible for him to thrust into that amazing muzzle the way his competitor was across the table.

The thought made him smirk slightly, giving an eager throb to that tongue and letting Soarin go right back to work on his lap. Each dip and bob was like magic, making him tense and relax while keeping him from being thrown over the lip of that blissful state. Despite playing against his dealer, they were working together below the table and trying their hardest to give it their all when allowed.

More humps against that upturned rear were coming from the brown equine across the table, audibly making sounds from each thrust. The wet squelches of his member repeatedly assaulting that tight pucker were far more lewd than the groans but so hot to them. Doc's lap pounded away at that great rear while Big Mac parted his legs more to allow more attention to his groin. Hungry slurps came from Soarin's throat as he worked down on that pulsing stick before pulling back up.

“R… Ready to make a… d-decision?” the horny, humping dealer asked.

Macintosh gave a few grunts as he felt the mouth pop off his shaft but not without slinging some saliva and pre-cum across the Wonderbolt's face and along the floor. Various kisses were once again adorning the thick rod as he waited on the stallion to answer the card dealer. Those lips eased down along the shaft, teasing every inch of the way until that nose nestled right into that full pouch resting on the seat.

There was no way he could keep his focus enough to add up his cards properly. Instead, the red pony just taps at the table a few times and looks down at his lap. A pair of green eyes look back up at him with those flight goggles above having a fresh glob of his quick spurt from moments ago. The cards were given and then he heard the outcome.

“Bust,” the dealer says with a slight chuckle, still rolling his hips and pushing that length into Soarin's body. “Mmf, sorry about the cards, but feel free to lose that load, too.”

A hoof from the brown pony slipped down under the table and have that perky bottom covered in the taut clothing. Mostly, anyway. That member dipped in nearly to the hilt, pressing the base of his shaft right against that warm, gripping pucker. He loved how great such a well-known rump felt to bury himself into.

The pegasus gave a moan out that sounded a bit louder than most of the other noises in the casino. His faces nuzzled into that hefty pouch full of two, perfectly ripe apple ready to offer their juice. Soarin kissed and nosed his way over each orb, doing his best to be delicate and not hurt the handsome client. His own member was giving his suit a generous soaking, loving how each movement accentuated the pleasure of having the smooth material run along his naked form beneath.

Big Mac's hips scooted forward as he panted out and gave a nod to the winged pony below. Without missing a beat, Soarin scooted back, practically impaling himself onto the Doc's own shaft, before moving up just enough to lick around the dribbling head offered to him. Each pass of that tongue over the opening of his cock made Macintosh gasp out and shudder. He wanted it so bad.

Despite losing his last card draw, the large, red stallion was clearly getting lucky in the evening. Those lips nursed at the tip of his member before spreading around and accepting that firm flesh into that mouth. He loved how good it was and knew he would be in for the best release in quite some time. Each inch that was swallowed by that talented mouth and throat just made him yearn for that point of no return.

Every second had Big Mac's head swirling in a euphoric state, placing his forelegs fully on the table as he used it to keep himself upright. That head below bobbed at a much more swift state, slurping and moaning around the pleasure pump in his mouth. It started getting the farm pony going much faster as he let the cute pegasus do his work. Those thick, sensitive balls lifted lightly from work, rising to occasion and ready for when he hits his mark.

The brown stallion seemed to be giving it his all just as much. Those hips rocked and pounded at the snug pony below, trying to get himself to that same point. The table started shaking under the constant movement of those energetic thrusts. The bits shook, cards beginning to scatter, and a few spare apples rocked to and fro.

It slowly began rising into their own little earthquake section of the casino. A few patrons gave a glance over, smiling at the excitement before returning to business. The thick scent of musk from three, very horny males would linger for a while after all was said and done. For the moment, they were beginning to reach the brink of ecstasy.

The cock that continued to piston into Soarin's tight body kept up a quick and constant massage to the gland within. Each push inside sent the winged stallion into the throes of passion, twitching like crazy in his suit as he felt that length lube up his anal walls with so much pre. The sky blue pony muffled out a moan as he knew what was surely going to happen with the repeated work to his prostate.

Despite them all trying to achieve that wonderful moment, Soarin was the first to reach it. The pegasus coughed a bit in surprise as he had the Doctor's lap hammering away at his backside. It didn't help that each thrust caused him to bob his head further onto Big Mac's shaft, nearly choking on the stallion. That battering ram to his sweet, vulnerable rear just simply seemed like too much.

Soarin's forelegs raised up as he let his hooves rest on the seat in front of him. They gave encouraging nudges to Big Red's private orchard as he continued to suck and slurp hungrily. The moment hit him hard and instantly. Zero time to prepare and he was left accepting his needed fate.

That enveloped shaft against the Wonderbolt's belly would give jiggles and slap his stomach from a few hearty thrusts. One of which was just enough to hit every possible point he needed to send him flying in his mind. It had been the perfect combination of the size of those shafts, the taste one and the insistence of the other, and just loving the smallest bit of pleasure to his own cock that did him in.

At first, he thought it was going to be a quick orgasm to be able to focus on the other two. Then it hit him. His body tensed, clenching down on that thick length trapped inside of him. The wing pony's mouth gave nursing motions around the male in his muzzle before the first burst of his own seed finally spilled out.

The fabric of his suit was meant to cut down on wind resistance. It had not been designed to catch creamy globs of male lust. His semen sprayed out and through the colorful material, spattering the floor as he simply rode out his orgasm with the male rutting him in such a primal way while eagerly trying to keep up the oral tending on the kind-hearted Big Mac. Burst after burst of that love fluid came from his outlined shaft and added to the growing pool on the floor.

It was about his fourth, diminishing glob that the eager pony behind him finally started to let loose. The Doc huffed and groaned, leaning forward over the table and letting his hips get to that last bit of arousal until he closed his eyes and gave a nod. There may have been a phrase of some sort muttered under his breath but none of them heard it.

The feeling of that perfectly tight ring milking his shaft made the brown earth pony shudder and nearly go weak in his hind legs. It was the best he had ever been able to enjoy in a while. Those ample orbs stopped their repeated slapping to the cute, covered pouch and rose up quickly. The head of that cock buried nearly to the hilt flared and spread those walls even more right as he moaned and let his body take over.

First heavy rope was easily the deepest to mark its territory. The white spunk flooded in a very fluid fashion, almost like a constant, unending strand being unloaded into the pegasus. Everything it touched was painted white in his spectacular fill of the stallion below. That flared head did its job at keeping nearly all of that liquid bliss in the male until they both shuddered.

The twitch from such a movement, coupled with the light pull from Soarin, resulted in a nice backwash of hot, white earth pony seed to gush out from between their temporary meeting. The thick lust made quite a heavy slap onto the wooden floor while the rest managed to coat Doc's lap and Soarin's mostly exposed rump. The winged pony could even feel it seeping into his suit and along his snug package.

That left only their client to go. Big Mac was easily lost in his own haze of bliss while Soarin's mouth kept working that throbbing length. Those hooves lifted and caressed those plump plums at the red stallion's lap, making him groan and start to tense up. He was clearly on the edge and only needed just the right push to send him over.

“Th-that's it,” the dealer stuttered, leaning over and wincing as he felt the grip milk his shaft from that pucker he was still planted in. “Just… Bust. Go on~”

The worded encouragement wasn't what Macintosh needed, but it clearly helped as he felt the pacing of that blowjob quicken in tandem. There wasn't anything left for the large stallion to keep him back. His hips lifted just a bit as he felt the approaching orgasm and opened his mouth as that moment drew nearer.

“That's right,” the brown stallion encouraged, reaching over and rub one of those large, red forelegs. “Fill him right on up! G… Give it to him!”

Big Mac tilted his brow as he groaned and finally felt that mental wall break. Everything within his mind came to a grinding halt as that heavy girth lifted and the end flared up. Soarin barely managed to pull back just enough to keep from suffocating on him until he saw those red hips tense and felt the first rope hit the back of his throat. Another thick rope and that mouth was quickly filled to the brim.

Macintosh's ears stayed pinned back as he rode out that climax the entire way. More of his thick, slightly apple-flavored load blasted the cute pegasus' mouth until he had to pull off to swallow. The sweeter taste of the stallion's cum had Soarin licking his lips as his wings splayed out. It was just in time to have him look up and catch a wad of that flavored lust across the muzzle and onto the goggles above, glazing the sky blue pony. The next arc of Apple seed nailed the bottom of the table from the throb that cock made before launch.

Soarin's head moved as he lapped up and down the underside of the orgasm induced rod, letting their client freely paint beneath the table in all his strong, wonderful glory. White sprays hit the Wonderbolt's face, back, mane and tail easily. He'd smell a bit like apples for a while, that was for sure. The rest of that orgasm was spent slinging other pearly white ropes against the Doctor's own hips and hind legs where possible.

The brown pony gasped a bit in surprised but smiled widely at just how pent up their own patron was. Had they made a satisfied customer? The proof was everywhere under the table. They both knew they would be spending a bit cleaning up after but for a load of that size and how nice Big Mac was, they wouldn't mind.

Minutes began to pass as they all settled back down, trying their best to calm their frantic hearts and pulsating shafts. It took Macintosh a bit longer but he managed. Once things were finally settled and they were able to relax again, the red stallion took a glance around out of worry. Was he too loud?

Doc seemed to tell the worry from the expression and smiled. His hoof gave a light pat to Big Mac's foreleg as he assured him that nopony would bother him about enjoying himself. It took a few more words to finally coax the bigger stallion into letting the worry leave his mind.

“I don't suppose you'd be up for another round right now?” Doc asked, raising a brow.

“Nope,” Big Mac stated, though he couldn't hide that large grin on his face.

“I don't blame you. I think we got our fill for the rest of the evening,” the dealer mentioned and drew in a deep breath. “Do come by again, though.”

Before the red farm pony could answer, the pegasus leaned in to look up at the stallion. Soarin nodded quickly and smiled, still spattered in the mess of cum but treating it like it was nothing. It was far too cute with how eager he was. There was only a slight hesitation before a verifying nod came from Big Mac with a chuckle.

“Awesome!” Soarin stated, kissing the shrinking length and making sure not to mess up the red coat around it. “Gotta make sure you don't head home looking like me,” he teased.

After a moment, Macintosh gathered his winnings, not minding the loss of one round, and slipped the flap of his saddlebag closed. The two apples left on the table stayed put as he scooted off the seat and slung his bag over his back. When the Doctor tried telling him he was leaving some belongings behind, the red stallion shook his head and motioned to each of them.

“Thanks!” the pegasus said, crawling out from under the table and getting one of the tastiest apples ever.

“Thank you very much,” spoke the Doc before taking the other and munching on it as the let him go.

Despite not coming out with a huge increase in his bets, Big Macintosh felt as though he won far more than just the extra money. Stepping outside revealed Luna had drawn up the moon and the cool air was rather refreshing. He was possibly late to dinner but he would still eat a hearty portion of what was left.

While walking away, he looked back at the sign and smirked. He would most certainly be back soon.

Author's Note

Think I'm finally getting back into the swing of things. To commemorate, have some stallions enjoying each other!

Art was done by the awesome and very kind Sidekick! Go check them out!