Not So Big Macintosh

On a crystal clear night in Ponyville, one would hear the sounds of owls hooting and the rustling of tree branches in the distance. One would also see the lights in the residents' houses flicker off, which was a common occurrence for ten o' clock at night. However, some houses would still have one or two rooms lit up. This may have been for business reasons or maybe a party. Sometimes, however... They were on for other purposes. One of those purposes would be for a night of passion and love. Two lovers entangled in the sheets of a bed, having a very romance filled night.

For our good fellow Big Macintosh, this was the case for tonight.

Having been to the local pub during his time away from the farm, the lucky dog had caught the attention of the mare. A gorgeous white earth pony mare with a dirty blonde mane and oh so stunning blue eyes, to be exact. One thing led to another, and she had escorted him back to her lovely little home.

The two were currently in the bedroom of her one story home. The light was on, but the window was thankfully closed. The pair would hate to interrupt their love time just to close a window blind.

The mare sat atop of Big Macintosh, her eyes closed and her head leaned down to his. Both pony's tongues intertwined and danced in their mouths. Big Mac's eyes were closed as well as his hooves stroked along the luscious curves of her body. Her flank was the perfect size for him. Not too big and not too little.

Mac's work collar had been tossed about when they first entered the room. It always felt nice to take it off every night, but it was especially nice when he had the help of a mare to do it with him.

With a slight pop, the mare brought her head back up and used her hooves to stroke the stallion's masculine chest. A small stand of saliva that connected their mouths fell to his chest, damping a small bit of his chest fur in the process.

She looked lovingly into his eyes, and Big Mac could only blink and smile lovingly back. He had no words for what was happening. In fact, he really couldn't believe this was happening at all. It was quite rare for him to get any time away from the farm. When he did manage to get some free time, he usually never spent it with a mare. This was certainly a special occasion for him. He had plenty of pent up energy inside him for tonight.

"Mmmm, Big Mac... I bet you can't wait to get between my legs, you horny, horny stud~" The mare giggled and leaned down to kiss his chest. It put Big Macintosh is a state of bliss, and they haven't even gotten to the sex yet. She was right, too... He was certainly more horny than usual. All that work on the farm had kept him away from his Playcolt stash for a few days.

Big Mac watched as she began to trail down his chest inch by inch. The mare kissed him all over, leaving her mouth nice and wet for what she was about to do to him. The mare's lips became more moist the more she kissed him. She knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself much longer.

The stallion had already been aroused from the start. Not being able to blow a load for over three days was torture for him. Now he could finally have the sexual release he had been longed for.

Big Mac took many deep breaths the closer she got to her prize. Seeing how anxious he was to be touched, she decided to reach a hoof down between his hind legs. The mare had yet to see his member, and was in fact quite eager to even touch it. She kissed just above his tummy as her right hoof rubbed down his side, slowly reaching for what her hoof had sought out.

However, when her hoof had reached it's destination, something didn't feel right. She kept kissing, despite not being able to find his member. She simply shrugged it off and brought her hoof back up. She giggled, thinking that maybe he wasn't fully erect and out of his sheath yet.

But the problem was, he was already erect and out of his sheath.

This worried Big Macintosh. His eagerness began to turn into nervousness. He really hoped that a certain scenario wouldn't happen. A scenario that he had been through many times before. He, just like she did, shrugged off the thought and let her continue on.

By now, the mare had kissed all the way down to the bottom of his belly. She was so close, and he was so close to feeling that anxious, wet mouth of hers. She quickly looked up with a smirk, showing off her almost soaked lips. Her tongue ran across her upper lip, smearing saliva on the area just above her upper lip.

Big Mac blinked and moaned as he watched her. Imagining that mouth on his pleasure rod almost made him faint. The stallion just hoped that she would get on with it already.

Looking back down, the mare finally kissed as far down as she could go. Her kisses had left a literal saliva path down his body. Now she was just above his waiting member, preparing herself for a mouthful of hot stallion meat.

Finally, in a moment that seemed to take forever, the mare looked between his legs.

For a few seconds, there was silence.

Seconds after that, the mare looked up at him. "Big Mac..." She simply said.

"Yes?" Mac replied, uttering his first word since he had entered her home.

"Um... Are you... You know... Up?" The mare asked, looking back down at his member. Boy, she really knew how to kill the mood pretty quick.

Big Mac's member gave a twitch in response to her question. Not only was he hard, his tip had a large bead of pre-cum formed on top of it.

The mare's expression went from shocked, to disappointed, to just downright emotionless.

Mac couldn't help but look away. Now he really wished he hadn't even met this mare.

"Oh... So... You are up... Um..." She was speechless. Never before had she dealt with such a... Tiny problem.

The stallion sighed and looked back at her. However, he couldn't even make eye contact with her. Ashamed of himself, he wiggled his left hind leg away from her. "I should go..." Mac simply stated, giving up and knowing that this wouldn't work out.

"Mac..." The mare replied. While she didn't exactly object to him leaving, she really didn't have much to work with.

In his mind, he knew she was dissatisfied with his size. Most mares he had been with were, and some weren't afraid to show it. From being kicked out, to being turned down just before a blowjob (similar to what had happened just now), he knew he was the laughing stock when it came to size and sex.

"You don't have to leave... It's okay." The mare tried to reason with him.

He shook his head and moved away from her a bit. "It's... Okay... I'm used to it." The stallion blatantly admitted. He sat up, leaving the mare to stay in the same position she was in just before she was about to take him into her mouth.

"Mac, it's not you." Again, she tried to reason with him.

"Then what is it?" He simply asked in return.

The mare tried to find an answer other than the obvious one, but she couldn't.

Without saying another word, he stood up. The stallion was sure to grab his work collar before he left the room. He could tell she had gotten out of the mood as soon as she saw his privates.

"I can understand if you want to leave, but... I don't want you to be mad." She said.

"I'm not mad. I just... Really dislike when this happens. How am I supposed to feel like a stud when this happens?" Mac protested.

"You are a stud, Big Mac! I think any mare would fall for those big ol' muscles of yours... Even your voice. So deep and oh so sexy..." She smiled, hoping to cheer him up.

"But they won't fall for anything else I have." Mac responded boldly. With that, he began to walk towards the front door of her home. He didn't even bother looking back or checking out the nic nacs around her home. He did, however, put his collar on as he walked away. The mare got up and followed him, obviously feeling bad and wishing she could help somehow. However, neither of them were in the mood now, and it would be best to wait.

"Big Mac, I still like you. I hope you know that." She tried one more time to get him to stay.

"I like you too... I'm sorry about what happened." By now he had reached the door. He slowly turned the knob and opened it, letting the cool night air flow into her home.

"It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself." She stood and watched as he walked outside. The bulky stallion turned around, facing the mare as he began to reach for the door.

"Please, Mac... If you're going to leave... At least come back soon..." The mare said softly, saddened by the fact that he wanted to leave.

"...I may..." With that, Big Macintosh closed the door. A rush a cool breeze hit the mare as he closed the front door. She sighed quietly, sitting on her couch as she thought what had happened. She somehow felt that it was her fault. If she hadn't have been so picky about his size, everything would be okay. They would have been having the night of their lives right now.

She glanced around her home, hoping and praying to Celestia (or Luna, considering it was nighttime) that he would come back. Hopefully it would be soon.

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The chill of the night hit Big Macintosh as he walked home. Right now, he was feeling worse than sick. He felt like he wanted to throw up a hundred times in a row. As many times as he tried to tell himself everything was okay, it really wasn't.

His journey back to Sweet Apple Acres didn't take long. Her house wasn't too far from the farm, which made things slightly better for Mac. He wouldn't have to stay as cold as long. Still, that didn't change what he was thinking... And it didn't change his size either.

Big Mac wanted nothing more than to be accepted by just one mare. He wanted a mare who was actually okay with him being as big as he is. The stallion fell silent as his thoughts flashed back to all the times he had been ashamed of his member. He fell more depressed the more he thought about it.

The red stallion decided it wasn't best to think about that right now. All he really wanted to do was lie down in his nice fluffy bed and get some sleep. Thankfully, Sweet Apple Acres was only a couple hundred hoofsteps away now.

Once he reached the farmhouse, Mac wiped his hooves on the decorative mat that read 'Howdy, Y'all!' on the front. Even in his darkest moments, he still went through his usual routine with everything.

Mac turned the knob, ever so slowly opened the door. The night light shined in on the dark household, and not a creak was heard from the door. It was a good thing he replaced the door hinges a week ago. Otherwise it would have creaked loud enough to wake the entire farm.

Once inside, he shut the door gently and quickly, but quietly headed upstairs to his room. He was able to sneak past Applejack and Applebloom's rooms with no problem. He knew when to be light on his hooves. After all, he learned the secrets of walking on his tip hooves when he came home late from his various activities like this.

Once his room door was within hoof's reach, he grabbed it and opened it quickly. Again, he was sure to be quiet as a mouse as he snuck into his room and closed the door. Mac was sure to fix his door to make it as quiet as possible. He even kept a spare hinge in his collar drawer.

The room in his window was closed, but the blinds were open. It was the way he usually liked it. He would always know if Granny ever entered his room, because she always closed the blinds when she would go in.

When it came to his Playcolt magazine time, he didn't have to worry about the blinds being open. His bed was back enough to where he couldn't be seen in his bed through the window. Right now though, he didn't feel like looking through any of his Playcolts.

He walked over to his dresser. Among the four drawers it contained, he pulled out the top one, which was empty. Inside was a door hinge, and nothing else. He took off his work collar and gently placed it inside the drawer. Once it was inside enough, he slowly closed the drawer and walked to his bed.

The stallion hopped into the bed with a quiet thud. His room was the farthest back in the house. If he made a noise, he knew the others wouldn't hear it as much as he did. Big Macintosh pulled the covers back, revealing a fresh sheet that was placed there when he made his bed that morning.

He got into his usual comfy position. Mac recited his prayer to Celestia and Luna that he always said before he went to sleep. This time, he added a passage that included a reference to a certain area of his body. All he wanted was to be bigger, even if it was just a little bit. Heck, he was praying to Celestia, so that must've meant something.

Once he completed his prayer, he fluffed his pillow a bit and laid his head back with a quiet sigh. His eyes slowly began to close as he thought about the night's events. He could only hope that those thoughts wouldn't haunt his dreams tonight...