Big MacIntosh felt as if he should salute as he approached the guards posted at either end of the heavy double doors that led to the royal dining room. Canterlot Castle was big and tricky to navigate, and all he wanted was to get in there, set his cart-full of apple pastries down and leave. Already he had passed by several high-society ponies, and they never failed to make him nervous. Like he was still at school and the teacher had called on him.
As the doors parted, he could hear their chatter. It reminded him of clucking chickens. High, affected, and thick with that snobbish accent, he could hardly make out what they were saying at this distance. Not that they weren't lovely, of course. They all reminded him of Rarity in a way; pretty to look at and plenty smart, but they were just from a totally different world.
A dozen or so smiles greeted him, each lady beaming, with varying degrees of politeness. It was off-putting.
"Big Mac, you prefer?" Celestia said, standing. "Thank you for coming."
He could only bow before the princess. Seeing her up close like this was an honor for a simple farm stallion like himself, but it was also paralyzing. He realized he hadn't brushed his mane this morning, and was certain she thought he was a hick.
Luna stood as well, just as radiant as her sister. "These all look lovely. You have our sincere thanks for making the trip on such short notice."
With their magic, they began to levitate the tarts and turnovers onto the serving trays. Big Mac nodded. He supposed that was all, but he felt like they would have asked him to arrive earlier if they just wanted to supply food. With all the ladies here, he hoped he wasn't late.
When it was done, though, he turned to leave, only to find the doors closed. When had that happened?
"Twilight Sparkle has reported many good things about you," Celestia said warmly. "We would be honored if you would stay a while longer. We would ask one more favor of you, if you would, please?"
Ah. The catch. Big Mac couldn't completely guess what they wanted; maybe some quaint little stories from the farm to entertain them? They probably thought he was so exotic. But it seemed harmless. "Eeyup," he agreed.
"Splendid!" Luna bounced toward him. "If you would just stand over here and get up on this bar, then we can begin."
That sounded too easy. The bar was part of some sort of contraption, a kind of pad with all sorts of tubes and a motor and other pieces he couldn't even begin to identify. The simple stallion didn't think anything of it, so he reared up, hooking his hooves over the bar, supporting his weight with his elbows.
Celestia approached now, and he felt a bit of worry run through him as she took some straps in her magic, fastening him to the bar, as well as a shorter bar near his rear hooves. He just gave her a questioning glance. "No need to worry," she said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
What in tartarus was that supposed to mean? Celestia flipped some kind of switch with her hoof, and he looked down as he felt the machine whirr to life, chugging along as the motor and all the parts started to work. With his big chest in the way, though, he couldn't really see what was going on.
He froze when he felt a pleasant buzz on his sheath from some kind of flat, broad tool. Big Mac fought back a moan as he felt his loins stir. He looked at all the ladies. They were watching. He still didn't know what was going on, but his quiet, moral upbringing screamed at him not to get hard in front of a bunch of dignified mares such as these.
He couldn't help it though. His penis flopped heavily beneath him, glad to be free from its sheath, and quickly rose to hardness as the vibrating head stroked along his shaft.
The ladies cooed at it, examining it rather closely, some circling around. Celestia spoke to them. "Tonight our refreshments will be provided by Big MacIntosh of Sweet Apple Acres in Ponyville. I have been told that he is very popular with the local mares, and there are too many rumors about his potent virility to be false."
Big Mac felt like he would drop dead, but fixed as he was to the machine, he couldn't really move, and he was far too intimidated to do so anyway. They appraised him like he was a harvest pumpkin, all in those haughty accents.
"Oh my, what size! And such girth!"
"Yes, and he's quite stiff already. I do not think he's had release lately."
"Oh, that promises good things."
"He certainly has quite the pair of testicles, doesn't he? Very large, indeed."
"Oh, yes, they're absolutely exquisite, aren't they? I quite admire his scrotum as well, just an excellent hang, really, and so smooth."
"I certainly believe we have quite a fine specimen on our hooves."
They all nodded with agreement. Big Mac was filled with confusion about why these mares were so obsessed with his genitals, but all he wanted was for them to stop staring. He tried to hide his red face so they couldn't see him biting his lip from arousal. He hoped he could leave soon so he could take care of this throbbing problem between his legs.
It seemed he wouldn't have to worry about that, though.
"Gah!" he cried out when he felt something warm and wet slip around his flare. It wasn't a mare, he knew that much. Something about the texture felt off, unnatural. But Discord's beard, it was heavenly. He couldn't see, but it felt like it was some sort of sleeve, slowly enveloping every inch of his thick, throbbing cock.
The commentary continued.
"I think we're going to need a bigger sleeve. He's much too large for it."
"The tighter the fit, the better. But I don't believe I've ever seen a specimen quite that large before. It is quite exciting."
Whatever was going on wasn't fazing the mares in the slightest. But Big Mac let out a sigh as he felt his cock totally encased, throbbing against the synthetic flesh of the machine. His hips so desperately wanted to thrust, his cock aching and his balls burning to unload, but that would be so uncouth, he couldn't imagine himself doing such a thing.
Until it started vibrating and pumping.
"Ughh," he groaned deep in his throat. His hips surged forward into the orifice, but it seemed fixed on his shaft, stroking, sliding, sucking, twisting, vibrating all at once at an even, steady pace. The mares just chuckled politely.
"He seems quite eager, doesn't he?"
"Yes, plenty of energy. Another good sign."
He only blushed harder, but he couldn't stop himself from moaning. His cock was singing, pleasure surging through him, like he was receiving the best blowjob of his life while fucking a virgin at the same time. At the very least, he tried to keep his voice down, and keep his hips still. There were no mares to rut here.
As the vibrations became more intense, the pumping and sucking clamping down a little harder, and the rhythm began to pick up, though, it was harder for Big Mac to control himself. His mouth hung open with heavy, lusty breathing, and sweat was beginning to pour down him. His cock throbbed hard, his hips twitching, burning for more, but he was at the mercy of the machine and the ladies.
Their chatter picked up, and he sensed excitement in their voices.
"I do think he's getting close. Very good endurance, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes, impressive. And do you detect that musky aroma of his? Quite masculine, no?"
"Yes, yes, very virile."
Big Mac couldn't take it anymore. Every pump of the machine around his cock made his head spin, and instinct was starting to take over. As best he could, he began to thrust, putting all his power into it, just for the chance at earning his climax. Even if the sleeve was affixed to him and it brought no relief, he just couldn't help himself.
"Oh, dear, I think he's about to ejaculate."
"Oh, I should think so. But my, look at the way his testicles swing!"
"They're drawing upward now- watch him."
A rumbling groan, coupled with a heavy snort issued from Big Mac as his cock started to pulse. He bucked in time with the spurts, firing his load into the sleeve, his eyes rolling upward into his head as the machine clenched tightly around him, pumping with every blast. The mares must have been able to see his output, because they chattered excitedly.
"My, how productive! Such lovely testicles!"
"Mm, yes, good force too. And I dare say the duration is his best trait."
"Yes, altogether a very impressive ejaculation."
Big Mac's face was positively on fire as the ladies began to applaud him gently, tapping a hoof on the tile delicately. They didn't release him, however, instead taking their seats as a very refined waiter in a sharp tuxedo came to him. He sighed in relief when it seemed this stallion would show him about, but he didn't feel the fastenings being undone. His half-hard cock was still in the sleeve, wanting to retreat, but a low, steady rhythm of pumping and vibrating kept him partially hard, his oversensitive head almost burning. Instead, he saw the waiter simply rise with a glass bottle, filled to the brim with his fresh semen.
Celestia addressed them once more from her place at the head of the table. "Ladies, for the first remove, we have fresh, young earth pony semen, likely aged for a few days, and refined with manual labor and a diet of apples. Please, enjoy."
The ladies offered up crystal wine glasses as the waiter came around, delicately pouring his essence down the sides of the glass, filling them only about a third full. Big Mac looked on in dumbfounded shock as the ladies each examined the white fluid, swirling it in the bottom of their glasses and smelling it, their talk incessant.
"Oh, it's certainly fresh, isn't it? Still very warm, straight from the balls, as they say."
"Quite thick- good legs."
"Excellent color, especially in the body."
"A delightfully musky aroma, just like the stallion himself. Very piquant. I detect mosses- are those hints of saffron as well?"
"I find that it's the well-endowed stallions who produce the best semens. I absolutely refuse to drink my husband's."
Big Mac's cock stiffened, throbbing powerfully as the princesses and each of the mares tipped the edges of the glass to their lips. One by one, they took dainty sips of his cum.
They smacked their lips a couple times, their eyes lighting up.
"Oh, you can taste the apples, can't you?"
"Yes, but it's not overpowering in the slightest; just the most delightful hint."
"Indeed, the center certainly has a strong heady flavor, but it's balanced well by the woody hints."
"Excellent texture. Thick, creamy; it sits very well in the mouth, don't you agree?"
"Very complete, I would say. Truly an exquisite semen."
"Yes, a perfect semen I might deem it."
The mares finished their glasses, some continuing to sip and comment , others gulping it down and letting it play across their palates. All of them asked for a second glass. But when they were empty, Luna stood now, speaking eloquently and brightly as ever.
"For our second remove, we have apple tarts served with Prench vanilla ice cream, drizzled with the second semen of a young earth pony."
The mares buzzed as the machine picked up the pace once more, and Big Mac moaned again. Pleasure filled his thick cock, and his balls were churning with the second load Luna had promised. It was all too much for him to take in, but his instincts burned on, and his hips jerked and bucked once more, his fat, heavy balls more than ready to provide the ladies with their pastry glaze.