It was Friday afternoon on Sweet Apple Acres. Big Macintosh, or Big Mac as he was more commonly referred to, was sitting at the kitchen table going through the figures of this week's earnings in peace and quiet. His sisters were currently out—Applejack had finished her share of the chores and had gone to spend some time with her friends, while Apple Bloom had gone to have a sleepover at the house of one of her fellow Crusaders. Said peace and quiet was interrupted by the entrance of Granny Smith.

"Figures lookin’ alright?" she asked.

"Eeyup."

"That's good." The was a poignant silence until she spoke again. "So Apple Bloom's got her cutie mark. About damn time."

Big Mac glowered. As proud as the family was of Apple Bloom's achievement, this was one conversation that Big Mac had not been looking forward to.

"Ah know what you're gettin’ at, Granny, an’ the answer is nope."

The Apple family matriarch gave him a glare of her own.

"Ya promised that when Apple Bloom got her cutie mark, ya would go get registered for a Stud license. Ah've been patient, but it's time for ya to hold up yer end of the deal."

"Ah said Ah'd think about it, an’ ah have. Ah've thought about it an’ Ah don't want to become a Stud." Big Mac was not usually one to go against his granny's wishes but this was one time he had to draw a line. "Look Granny, if the farm was short on bits ya know Ah'd do anythin’ to keep it afloat but the fact is that the farm has never been more profitable. Applejack's fame has gotten us a boatload of more customers, an’ her friends helpin’ with cider season means we can finally meet demand, not to mention that the seeds and guano we collected from the vampire fruit bat sanctuary has increased our yield by at least 40%. We. Don't. Need. The. Money!"

"This ain't about the money! This is about duty." Granny pointed to the nearby wall where the family photos were hung. "Every stallion that has called this farm home has been a stud. Mah father, mah husband before we married, even yer father took up the cause. By refusin’, you're disrespectin’ their memory."

"Look Granny, how about we compromise? Ah'll make start makin’ regular donations to the sperm bank. That way Ah'm doin’ my part to help provide a diverse gene pool for mares wantin’ to become mothers."

"This ain't about spreadin’ yer seed, it's about servicin’ the mares of this town," the elderly mare scolded. "Some of ‘em have gotten so starved for male attention that they've started doin’ each other."

Big Mac rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Damn it, Granny! That ain’t how lesbianism works."

"That ain’t the point. The point is that maybe if mares in town had a decent outlet for their frustrations, maybe things wouldn't be so crazy around there."

"But do Ah have to whore myself out to relieve their frustrations?"

Big Mac was answered with a hard whack on the back of his head.

"Don't ya ever use that word!"

"Sorry, Granny."

"Now either ya do yer duty as a stallion an’ get registered or Ah will start using any time we spend together regalin’ ya of mah past sexual exploits."

Big Mac's eyes widened. "You wouldn't..."

"Ah think doggy style was mah favourite. Sure it made eye contact hard but ya could get some real nice piston action goin’. An’ when yer grandad was feelin’ frisky he'd reach round and..."

"Alright!" Big Mac exclaimed. "Ah’ll go first thing on Monday an’ get registered."

Granny Smith beamed. "That's mah boy."

After that fiasco in the kitchen, Big Mac told Granny Smith that he needed to get some air and would sort out his own dinner. He loaded up about half a dozen bottles of hard cider before heading in to town. Despite being considered shy by his sisters, Big Mac was in no way short of friends. However there was were only a few friends he considered close enough to share his problems with.

He gave the door three hard knocks. The door opened shortly after to reveal Cheerilee.

"Hello, Big Mac. How are you?"

"Been better," he admitted. "Are ya free to talk?"

From the look on his face and the cider, Cheerilee deduced this wasn't a social visit.

"Come in, I'll order pizza."

After a couple of ciders each and devouring the pizza that had arrived, Big Mac had brought Cheerilee up to speed. Meanwhile, realising she wouldn't be going anywhere that night, Cheerilee had changed out of her work clothes and into an extra large t-shirt and boxer shorts. The two were now sitting on the couch, discussing Big Mac's predicament.

"You know that getting her to agree wait until Apple Bloom got her cutie mark was just a stalling tactic."

"Eeyup, Ah just hoped by that point Ah’d have gotten a decent counter argument."

Cheerilee smiled sympathetically.

"Look, Big Mac, let's be frank. This is ultimately your body and no-one, not even your family, can force you to do something with it that you're against. If you feel this is going against your principles then stand your ground. Granny Smith won't like it but in the end she'll have to accept it. But before you start a fight about this, you have to ask yourself, are you actually against the idea of becoming a stud out of principle or is it because Granny Smith is forcing you to?"

Big Mac though for a moment and answered, "A little of section A, a lot of section B."

"Okay then, and what exactly is it about being a stud that you're against? Do you think it will damage your reputation?"

"No." If Big Mac's reputation had survived steamrolling a group of mares over a doll and wearing his granny's girdle it was going to survive anything short of genocide.

"Are you afraid of catching something?"

"No." Modern magic and medicine made STDs a thing of the past.

"Scared of being objectified?"

"Ah’m already objectified by a lot of the mares in town."

Cheerilee shrugged; Big Mac wasn't wrong.

"Do you have performance anxiety?" She held up her hands in surrender when she saw the glare Big Mac was giving her. "Just had to ask. So what is the problem? Studs are legal, government endorsed and we are living in an enlightened age. Plus let's be honest, when word gets out that you're on the market mares will be lining up for a turn."

"That's the problem."

"But you love sex."

"Yeah Ah do," Big Mac admitted. "But that doesn't mean Ah want to have it all the time and with every mare that's willin’. Ah mean, think of film critics, they get into the business ‘cause they love movies but now it's their job. They have to sit through movie after movie, including ones they wouldn't have gone to normally, until finally goin’ to the movies is gonna just be a job instead of a pleasure. The same could happen to me except with sex instead of movies."

There was a moment of silence that was then broken by Cheerilee snorting.

"Sorry," she said. "I just got the mental image of there being such a thing as a sex critic."

Big Mac stared and then after a moment he let out a snort. This soon became a chuckle and outright laughter as Cheerilee joined in. This continued as the two started to making up critiques.

"Lady Cummerbund," Cheerilee said a mock critic voice. "Despite the hype I found the experience to be long and arduous with an unsatisfying climax. I give her one dick out of five."

"Sharp Turnpike," Big Mac pitched in. "Was overly formulaic, relied too heavily on classic techniques which, while not unpleasant, failed to truly excited me. Ah give her three dicks out of five."

"Lacy Nightgown. Good technique, brilliant pacing and the right amount of variety. The only thing preventing a perfect score was her yelling out her father's name as we finished. I give her four dicks out of five."

This went on for a good five minutes. Just the two good friends leaning against each other and laughing. This was why he had come. The two had been good friends for a while now. After the love poison incident they had even tried dating but soon realised that they worked better as friends rather than as couple. Still, he could always count on her to help raise his spirits.

"Thanks," Big Mac said as the laughter finally died down. "Ah needed that."

"Good humour makes a world of difference," the teacher replied. "And maybe that's the key to this. Just enjoy yourself. Sure you didn't chose this and not every mare you sleep with is going to be a memorable experience. That doesn't mean this has to be a death sentence. Who knows? You might find you like it."

Big Mac thought for a moment and then nodded. "You're right. Besides, it might be good for me to spend some time away from the farm. Thanks, Cheerilee."

"My pleasure." She then proceeded to straddle Big Mac. "And speaking of pleasure..."

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

Cheerilee shrugged. "What? This may be the last night where I'll be able to get it for free."

A funny thing had happened after their failed attempt to date. Even though they had realised they were better as friends they had also realised that they really enjoyed fucking each other.

Before Big Mac was able to reply, Cheerilee put her lips to his. Big Mac soon caught up and as they made out, Cheerilee began to do a series of slow deliberate grinds against his jean-covered bulge. Soon she had to break the kiss as she let out a hiss of pleasure. The boxers stopped her pussy from getting rubbed raw against the jeans but was thin enough that each grind was sending pleasure through her. The expanding bulge told her that Big was also enjoying this.

The stallion then decided to go on the offensive. While the entire night he had tried to be a gentle-colt and not draw attention to the fact that Cheerilee wasn't wearing a bra, now it was fair game. He grabbed hold of her cloth-covered mounds and started to massage them. While she was by no means what you would call top heavy, Big Mac was always appreciative of gaining access to her pleasantly firm handfuls.

The low moan she let out and the increased pace of her grinding told Big Mac that she was pretty appreciative as well. She leaned back and closed her eyes as Big Mac continued to fondle her. As her nipples hardened and started to poke out against the fabric, Big Mac took great satisfaction rubbing his thumbs over the hardened nubs.

Soon a damp patch started to appear on the crotch of her boxers and his sharp nose picked up the unmistakable musk of Cheerilee’s arousal. Finally it all became too much for Cheerilee. She stopped grinding and wrenched away Big Mac's hands.

"Bedroom! Now!"

The excited mare got off Big Mac and pulled him to his feet. She then led him to her bedroom. Once inside, she turned around and started making out with him again. As they were making out, Cheerilee's hands started making short work of unbuttoning Big Mac's flannel shirt. Open, she took great pleasure in running her hands up and down Big Mac's toned chest and stomach.

Finally, she broke the kiss in order to remove her shirt but just as her head popped free, Big Mac pounced. Kissing her with renewed vigour, he used his left hand to keep her arms trapped above her head. Lost in the kiss, she didn't question what he was up to until his right hand snaked into her boxer shorts. She then let out a gasp as his fingers started to tease the outer lips of her sensitive opening.

"Oh you bastaoooooh!’" She exclamation died off into a moan was cut off as Big Mac ran single right up the middle of her opening.

"What's that?" he asked mockingly. "Want me to stop?"

"Don’t you dare," she growled.

Needing no further encouragement, Big Mac got back to work. At first, he was content teasing Cheerilee’s opening. Slowly, running his fingers around the wet entrance. Then stroking along the folds of her needy lips. Only occasionally would he dip a finger in slightly before returning to the outer edges. At long last, he slid a finger all the way inside her. Again he was slow and deliberate as he started thrusting his finger in and out of her. Only when he was certain that the teacher was ready to threaten him with bloody murder did he pick up the tempo.

Meanwhile, there was nothing Cheerilee could do as Big Mac’s torment continued. He hadn’t released his grip on her arms, which were still up above her shoulders. Even with it being two arms against his one, she had no leverage and wasn’t about to win a test of strength against a stallion she was convinced could lift a stove single handed.

Any potential escape was dashed as Big Mac pulled her onto his muscular body and started peppering her neck and collarbone with kisses. It was safe to say that she was effectively trapped and completely at Big Mac’s mercy.

And she was loving every minute of it.

Big Mac added a second finger to his ministrations. Cheerilee knees buckled as the fingering soon became full on finger fucking. All sense of restraint seemed to leave the mare as her moans became more vocal. Her hips bucked forward as she tried to urge the stallion on by effectively humping his hand.

This all reached a climax as she did. Her legs felt like they were about to give out as a wave of intense pleasure racked her body. Big Mac stopped the movement of his fingers but he kept them inside her as Cheerilee’s pussy clenched around them and drenched them with her fluid.

The crotch of her boxers had gone from damp to completely soaked. Big Mac continued to hold her, offering firm support as she rode the last of her climax and slowly came back down to earth. It was only as her breathing returned to normal that he released his grip and slowly removed his fingers.

He finished removing his shirt and started to undo his jeans as he asked, "now did ya want a minute or..."

He was cut off as Cheerilee shoved him onto the bed. He then looked and saw she was making short work of removing his jeans.

"So you like to toy with mares? Well guess what?" She pulled down his underpants and the grabbed hold of his member. "You're my toy now!"

Big Mac could only lie back and pant in pleasure as Cheerilee starting moving her hand up and down on his shaft. Her hand movements were slow and light, stroking Big Mac’s cock rather than actually pumping it. Then, as she kept hold of the base, she closed in and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft before focusing her attention on the head. She started with a kiss on the tip before taking the head into her mouth. She alternated between sucking gently and swirling her tongue while she continued to lightly stroke the shaft.

All during her torment, she took care not to over-excite the stallion. While she would occasionally finish Big Mac off with her mouth if he had been an exceptionally good boy, her goal this time was to get him ready. When she finally removed her mouth, Big Mac’s cock stood to full attention and was practically throbbing under her touch.

"You like that?" Cheerilee asked mockingly. "You like being my toy?"

"Ee...yup," Big Mac managed.

"Good, because I'm not done playing with you yet."

Satisfied that he was hard enough, Cheerilee removed her well-moistened boxers and climbed on top of the stallion. She briefly used the tip to tease her entrance but being as impatient as Big Mac was she lowered herself onto it slowly, putting her hands on his abdomen as she took time to savour being filled up. Once she was as far down the shaft as she could manage she paused and let out a pleasurable moan.

"Oh, I never get tired of this."

She then raised herself until it was almost out of her but then she came back down. She repeated this motion, increasing the speed until she found a rhythm she liked. She continued to ride Big Mac as the two got lost in a sea of pleasure. While some part of Big Mac wanted to get back to playing with her now exposed breasts, he really loved watching them bounce so instead he chose to occupy his hands by grabbing hold of another part of Cheerilee he considered a set of pleasantly firm handfuls.

Despite having to sit down for extended periods like when she was marking tests and planning classes, a job that had her on her feet and chasing school children most of the day had helped her keep a pert and simply delectable backside.

Big Mac kneaded the taut flesh as Cheerilee continued rise and fall onto his member. The mare was still the one in control, so he was more offering encouragement than actually guiding her. Not that she needed encouragement.

As Cheerilee rode the stallion, she had been reduced to grunts and squeals. Her pussy, already extra sensitive after Big Mac’s previous actions, craved more as it hungrily devoured the hard cock. The hard member was fully drenched in her juices as it slid in and out of her.

“ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! AH! AH! AH! AAUGH!!”

Finally, Cheerilee's body tensed and her inner walls tightened as her body was racked with a massive orgasm. She continued several more thrusts, as she tried to stretch out the climax for as long as possible. This was enough to send Big Mac over the edge. His hips surged up as he released his load into her.

Cheerilee managed a few more thrusts before she collapsed on top of Big Mac. There was a wet pop as the now softening cock slid out of her pussy. After a few breaths, she was finally able to roll off of Big Mac and lie beside him on the bed. For a while the two the just lay staring at the ceiling until they had enough energy to do their traditional post coitus fist bump.

"Great as always,” Big Mac stated.

"Likewise,” Cheerilee replied. "So you're feeling better?"

The red stallion let out a content sigh before responding. "Eeyup."

After a brief rest, Cheerilee managed to roll onto her side to face Big Mac. "So you're going to give being a stud a try?"

Big Mac looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully for a moment before turning to face Cheerilee. "Eeyup."

"Ok then, I think you're gonna make a lot of mares very happy."

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it." Cheerilee replied, then another thought crossed her mind. "Also don't let me find out you're giving other mares post-sex fist bumps. That's our thing. Are we clear?"

"Eeyup."

Cheerilee stared at the ceiling until realisation dawned on her. "You know, we probably have the weirdest friendship in town."

"What about Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie?"

"Point taken."

Author's Note

Thank you for getting this far, hope you enjoyed it.

So where to from here? Well, this is going to be my attempt at light hearted smut filled fun as we explore Big Mac having fun with characters from both show and the comics that he doesn't usually get paired with as much. I'm not saying never to the non incestuous members of the mane 6 but to be honest that field has already well been tread by far better clop writers than I so I'm more inclined focus on the characters less utilised (yes Big Mac/Cheerilee action is relatively common but screw it I had to start somewhere).

I included a few mares I intend to use but I don't intend to stop with just them.

Feed back and suggestions are welcome.

Until next time, thanks for reading.