Not So Big Macintosh

Big Macintosh's alarm clock beeped for what seemed like forever. Dawn had finally arrived, which was really the only time Big Mac had to himself before the working day began. The stallion turned over and tapped the top of his alarm clock with his hoof. He had done this a bazillion times before, and didn't need his eyes open to do it anymore. The remaining light of night shined through the window and into Big Mac's blackened room.

His eyes opened up immediately after his alarm clock fell silent. The stallion looked up at the ceiling for a minute or two, thinking about the work that had to be done today. Flashbacks of last night also entered his mind. Thankfully his dreams weren't haunted by the night's events. He would have woken up in a cold sweat if that had happened.

Mac turned to look at his clock. The same hoof he used to turn it off was the one that turned on the small lamp that sat next to the clock. The dim light that it produced was just enough for him to see in front of him and to his sides. The time on his clock read six o clock. That gave him plenty of time to shower and prepare himself for the day ahead.

With a deep and throaty sigh, Big Macintosh lifted the blanket off of him. The cool air flowed between his legs. His room always got a little chilly at night, but he didn't mind. He actually kind of liked it. The stallion looked towards the window, seeing the little bit of light that the sun produced before it fully rose up.

The stallion looked down and in front of him. While the sun hadn't risen yet, he saw something else that had risen.

His member was much more awake than he was. It stood up, looking him in the eyes as Macintosh looked at it with a blank expression. It gave a soft twitch and a small throb. Having not had an orgasm for four days, he was now feeling the effects of it all too well. His plump red balls hung down until the bottom of them touched the bed. To Mac, they felt like balloons ready to pop at any moment.

Being the stallion that he was, he always had a solution to every problem.

While playing with himself wasn't the first thing on his mind every morning, this was much different than usual. His urge to cum was far too strong at the moment. For all he knew, he could've had that erection all night long. He didn't really want to call it erection, though. Not even a boner, either. It was more like a 'boney'.

The door to his room always stayed unlocked. He knew his sisters didn't wake up until six thirty or seven o clock. This gave him plenty of time for a quick wank to fulfill his sexual desires. Not even thinking about last night, the stallion sat up quickly. He leaned to the side of his bed, reaching down and under his bed. It payed to have long hooves when it came to situations like this.

His hoof shuffled around in the space underneath his bed. Mac's hoof made contact with a cloth like item. He quickly pulled out the crusty, dirty rag. Once he had it out, he reach back under the bed. Next to his rag, he pulled out the newest edition of Playcolt magazine. He was thankful that nopony was around when he checked the mail that morning. Placing the rag on top of the magazine, he picked up the book and sat it down on his belly.

While most stallion's had a cum rag, Mac's was much different. He may have been a shorty, but cum would burst out of his cock like a faucet. This meant that his orgasms were fiercely strong, sometimes lasting well over ten seconds. He always kept one rag, though. When it was his day to do the laundry, he always made sure to somehow sneak his special cloth into the daily load of blankets and sheets.

Big Mac's member twitched once again, letting him know that he needed to cum as soon as possible. Mac wasted no time flipping to the 'Mare of the Month' section in the Playcolt. It was a lovely spread of a brown pegasus standing on all fours.. Her rump was stuck up in the air a bit, revealing her tight flankhole and marehood. Big Mac shook a little every time his eyes fell upon it. While he enjoyed looking at her ass, her pussy was the most perfect one he'd ever seen. It looked oh so tight, and oh so delicious. He'd lick the page just to get a taste of it.

Using one hoof to keep the book open, he placed the rag on his belly, just above his pride (though he didn't have much pride in it, anyway). When it came to masturbating, Mac usually liked cumming on his tummy. Feeling his warm seed trickle through his fur sent chills down his spine. However, it also required a long and time consuming cleanup. Mac didn't have time for that right now. He'd have to settle for cumming in his special rag.

Readying himself, the stallion aimed his dick down at his belly, his other hoof never leaving the page on his magazine. He could already feel the tension building as he stroked his first stroke. He started off slow, picturing himself tasting and teasing the mare in the magazine. His member happily went along with it as he kept up his slow movements.

The more he went on, the closer he got to his precious orgasm. He was only about a minute in, and his member was already oozing pre-cum like a leaky tub spout. Having that cloth under his cock was a good idea after all. The clear substance trickled down his head, dropping onto the cloth below like a bead of honey dripping into a bowl.

He continued his hoof motions, letting out quiet, deep moans along with it. He couldn't make too much noise, or he'd wake up his sisters. And that would be embarrassing if one of his sisters caught him in the act. Big Mac wouldn't be able to look them in the eye for weeks.

Mac started feeling the tension growing in his member and his balls. He could smell his own thick musky scent the more he went on. The muscular stallion would drive himself crazy with even the littlest bit of scent he could conjure up.

By now, the pre-cum was doubling in quantity as well. He stared at the picture, being in a completely different world at this point. Mac couldn't take any more of it. Stimulating only his sheath wasn't enough now. Big Mac tossed the book to the floor, never stopping the stroking of his cock. He used his free hoof to touch his dangling sack. He rubbed gently, feeling the creases and wrinkles of his sack as his hoof massaged over them.

His hips began to buck in little motions. He was ever so close. His heart starting beating faster than it had before. His hip bucking began to sync with the movement of his hoof along his pleasure rod. The cloth was ready to catch the glorious load he was about to blow. His other hoof lifted his balls a little, rolling them around on the tip of his hoof.

Mac's eyes closed as his head reeled back. His pre-fluid had formed a tiny puddle on the rag. If he really wanted to, he could use his own fluids as lube just because of the sheer amount he had. Biting his lower lip, the pressure was just becoming too much for him to handle. Feeling like his groin was getting ready to explode, he finally let loose.

He kept his member flat against the cloth as the first shot of his seed was spit out of his tip. His first strand of cum was the one that was shot out the farthest. Thankfully his rag caught it. His eyes were closed so tight that his face twitched a bit. His next few bursts of semen were just as powerful, but didn't travel as far. Mac couldn't help but let out a low and quiet moan as he rode out his amazing orgasm.

Twelve seconds later, his dick had stopped flinging cum, and his orgasm was over. The stallion lie there, panting softly and breathing deeply through his nostrils. He looked down and opened his eyes, seeing that he had made a puddle of cum on the rag. With such an explosive orgasm like that one, he knew he would produce more than he usually did. The testicle stimulation helped him out with that as well.

His dick pumped out the last of his cum, right down to a trickle. A look of bliss formed on his face as he stayed still. His member seemed rather pleased with his exhilarating release. It already started to return to it's flaccid state, and go back into his sheath. This was definitely one of the better orgasms he's had in a while.

With a deep breath, he sat up and picked up the rag. He was careful not to spill any of the cum. Big Mac admired his cum for a moment, amazed by how much he had pushed out. While he had a few thoughts about tasting himself, he knew he would hate the thought of cold semen in his mouth. If he was big enough, he knew he'd love to suck himself off and pump a creamy load in his own mouth.

However, he knew it wouldn't be possible. While it made him a bit sad, he knew there were other ways to get off. Mac folded the cloth in half, and then folded that in half. Being careful, he threw the rag back under the bed. The magazine lie on the floor, it's backside facing up.

Mac was getting ready to swat the magazine back under the bed, but something on the back cover caught his eye.

A picture of a yellow unicorn stallion with an orange mane was sitting on his rump, mares surrounding him from all sides. Above him, there were many sentences that Mac could relate to. He began to read the lines from top to bottom.

Are you lacking that one certain thing in the bedroom?

"...Eeeyup." Mac said to himself as he kept reading. Though the magazine wasn't too specific on that certain thing. Guess he'd have to read a little more to find out what was up with it.

Are you experiencing premature problems or decreased libido?

"...Nnnope." He said again. According to the activity he had just been doing, he sure as heck wasn't having any ejaculation problems. And being a stallion, he was always horny anyway. Wait, was he actually answering these questions out loud? The ad must have really grabbed his attention.

Are you a stallion looking to live large?

Mac leaned his head in more. Did he read that question right? He must've, because he was nodding his head up and down without even thinking about it. His eyes scanned the page for an answer to the question. Below the photo of the stallion and the mares, he found the answer to his question.

Come on down to P.H.C. Stallion Clinic! The experts at our facilities will help diagnose and treat stallions with any sort of sexual health problem. We have three facilities, each one located in Ponyville, Horseshoe Bay and Canterlot. Office visits are only 50 bits starting from the 1st to the 30th. This is a limited time offer, so come on by and see us soon! We guarantee you'll see better results or your bits will be returned, no questions asked!*

*results may vary depending on individual and diagnosis

Big Macintosh thought for a moment. He was actually considering going through with this. They did ask if he wanted to live large, right? Surely that meant that they would take care of his little problem. He read a bit further down, noticing a square that was made up of dotted lines. Underneath the square, there was a note that let him know what the square was for.

Present this coupon at the front desk to receive an additional 5% off your office visit!*

*offer valid from the 1st to the 15th

He put a hoof to his chin, knowing that today was only the ninth. Mac knew that his sex life would be in jeopardy forever if he didn't do anything about his problem. Many thoughts raced through his mind. How would life be if he didn't get it fixed? But what if something went wrong? No, nothing could go wrong. They were experts, after all.

Mac picked the magazine back up, setting on his bedside table as he sat up completely. He stretched out his muscular hooves and let out a yawn. At least his little private time had woken up more than his privates. Still sitting up, he turned his body to the side and put his hind hooves on the floor. The stallion shook his head a bit and finally stepped all fours onto the floor.

He looked back at the magazine before looking at his room door. By now, the sun had only come up a little more than when he had woken up. Mac still had some time to do whatever he wanted. Though if he really wanted to start 'living large', he'd have to start as soon as possible. Mac had already made up his mind. Besides, he also had the bits to do it. All those odd jobs around town had really payed off now.

The red stud walked over to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer. That was where he kept his tools and nic nacs. He never knew when he'd need something that wasn't around. Right now though, he was looking for a pair of scissors.

Reaching around the drawer of junk, he almost jabbed his hooves with the pair of scissors. He quickly fished them out of the drawer, closing it once he had a good grip on them. Mac smiled a bit as he walked over to his table, picking up the magazine. As much as he hated to ruin his magazine, this was a life changing opportunity for him.

He cut along the dotted square of the back page, being careful not to cut anything else. Once he finished, he dropped the book and slid it back under the bed with his front left hoof. The stallion held the life saving ticket in his hand, looking at it like it was a gift from Celestia herself. Finally, his prayer had been answered.

Looking around, he swiftly went back over to his drawer. He opened the top drawer and pulled out his trusty work collar. Mac set the coupon on the top of his drawer, and placed the collar on top of that. The coupon was now securely hidden until he needed it. Mac glanced at his clock, and the time was six twenty-five. Sucking his teeth in for a moment, he marched to his door and very slowly opened it.

Peeking out the door, he noticed that neither his sisters or his grandmother were awake yet. It was the perfect opportunity to shower and get ready. The more he thought about it, the more he thought how much time he had to himself. It irritated him a bit that he could've had the chance to cum on his bare belly. It was one thing that he really enjoyed, almost like a guilty pleasure.

Big Mac just sighed and shrugged it off. The stallion tiphoofed to the bathroom, which was only a few doors down. Once he arrived there, he cracked the already open door open a few notches until he was able to fit inside. Once he was there, he proceeded to hop in the shower and clean himself off.

While he showered, he thought of a way to get out of working today. While he was never a stallion to say no, today was a lot different than the others. Sure, he had gotten out of work for a minor injury, but- Wait... There was the solution. All he had to do was fake an injury, and he'd be able to get out of work scotch free.

Just as long as his acting skills were still up to par, of course...