Big Mac: Licensed Stud Farmer

After a fairly uneventful weekend. Monday finally arrived. Big Mac treated it like a normal day. He got up, had breakfast with his family and went to have a shower while Granny Smith took Applebloom to school. Only instead of changing into his farm clothes he instead put on a shirt and tie. While he liked his plaid shirts or overalls, Big Mac had learned long ago that how you dressed affected how people responded to you. So when you were heading to somewhere like the bank or City Hall, they were more likely to take you seriously when you looked ready to do business, not ready to harvest the south field.

As he came back downstairs he saw Applejack waiting for him.

She looked up at her brother. "You sure you're alright with this?"

Big Mac smile down at her, more for her sake than for his own. "Eeyup."

"Okay. But remember I've got your back, the moment you want to call its quits just say the word and that will be the end of it."

Big Mac pulled his sister in for a hug. "I know."

When Applejack had found out that Granny Smith was reapplying pressure about the stud licence, she had had a similar reaction as Big Mac.

Though considerably louder.

"WHAT IS THE HAY GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO FORCE BIG MAC INTO THIS!"

"APPLEJACK THIS IS RITE OF PASSAGE FOR HIM!"

"GETTING A CUTIE MARK IS A RITE OF PASSAGE, BUCKING AN APPLE TREE FOR THE FIRST TIME IS A RITE OF PASSAGE. FORCING HIM TO GIVE OVER HIS BODY TO ANY HUSSY WITH BITS TO SPARE AIN'T RIGHT!"

"LISTEN HERE YOUNG LADY! YOU MAY BE SOME HERO OF EQUESTRIA BUT I AM STILL THE HEAD OF THIS FAMILY!"

"THEN DAMN WELL ACT LIKE IT!"

"ENOUGH!!"

The two mares turned to see a very displeased Big Mac.

"You are both acting like foals." He said in a calm but stern voice. "This family has survived through things that could break other ponies because we stood as a family. I refuse to let this be what tears us apart."

He turned to his sister.

"Applejack, I appreciate what you're trying to do but how about we take a moment and face facts? I am a consenting adult that isn't in any sort of relationship. This ain't a death sentence and acting like this is somehow beneath me is dishonouring the stallions that came before me."

He then turned to his Granny.

"Granny, I get that you want to uphold the family legacy but remember, those stallions were also your father, your husband and your son. They poured their heart and soul into this farm and this family. How do you think they'd feel about you acting like the mares of this town had some Celestia given right to our bodies?"

Granny Smith showed genuine remorse as realisation struck.

"Now thankfully Applebloom wasn't here to see this shameful display." Big Mac said. "So this is how this is going to. I will get my stud licence but I when I've had enough of being a stud..." he gave both mares a meaningful look. "...and it will be me deciding, no one else, I will retire and that will be the last we ever speak of it. Have I made myself clear?" Both mares nodded. "Good, now you two hug and make up."

Luckily the tension had lightened by the time Applebloom returned from her sleep over so none of the family was stuck having a conversation with the young filly they weren't ready for.

Big Mac released the hug. "Come on, days a wasting. Don't forget, you've got brunch with your friends at Twilight's castle."

The two then headed out. One to go to town and the other to get the morning chores done.

The large stallion entered the town, the knot in his stomach growing as he approached City Hall. Despite his firm stance to go ahead with this, he was a lot more apprehensive about this than what he had been after his 'pep talk' with Cheerilee. Though truth be told sex with Cheerilee tended to make it easier for him to see the glass as half full.

Now, left with time to stew before things became official, doubts were starting to creep back in. It was one of the other reasons for him deciding on a shirt and tie, maybe the change in what he normally wore would mean ponies wouldn't recognise him. They would just think it was some other bright red, blonde haired stallion of above average size and build.

Yes, his logic was flawed but what it lacked in common sense, it made up for with a stubborn refusal of reality.

Big Mac sighed. There was nothing for it, he said he was going to get registered and he was stallion of his word. Still, he wouldn't have minded a brief distraction from the thoughts swirling through his head.

"Did someone say 'distraction'?!"

Big Mac ground to a halt as he came face to face with Ponyville's perpetually positive party pony, Pinkie Pie.

"Er...nope." he replied.

"Well shoot. I just got the party cannon tuned up and I wanted to test it. Oh well." She packed away said cannon. "So what brings you to town?"

Big Mac hesitated, he didn't like lying to ponies, especially since this would soon be public knowledge. It's just that he really wasn't sure if he was ready for Pinkie to know. So he decided on a compromise. "I need to head to City Hall and fill out a SL491 form." That was the official name of the form he had to fill out to get registered.

"Oh," She replied. "Well you better going, Town Hall gets crowded later on."

"Thanks for the tip. See ya later."

As Big Mac left, Pinkie stood there thoughtfully. "SL491...SL491...why does that sound so familiar." She then snapped her fingers in realisation. "Of course, that's the form you fill out for a stud licence."

Happy with that mystery solved, she started to head towards Sugar Cube Corner but then stopped and gasped.

"OH MY GOSH!" She raced over to a flyer she had just noticed. "TWO FOR ONE SALE ON SCENTED CANDLES!!! GUMMY WILL LOVE THAT!!!"

She then disappeared in a cloud of dust and confetti.

Big Mac entered City Hall and headed straight for the information desk, sitting there was Tadwell. A brown stallion with thick glasses, buck teeth and a blue bowtie.

"Welcome to Ponyville City Hall." Tadwell said cheerfully. "How may I be of service?"

"Hi, I need to fill out a SL491 form." The apple farmer explained.

"SL491?...Oh! You want to register for a...grk!"

Big Mac clamped a hand over Tadwell's mouth to silence the clerk.

"You finish that sentence and I finish you." He warned. "Now you are going to go get the form for me to fill out and you're only going to refer to it as a SL491. Are we clear?"

Tadwell nodded furiously. Big Mac released his grip and let the smaller stallion run off to get the necessary form.

The red stallion waited patiently when he heard footsteps he looked up and saw the mayor approaching.

"Hello McIntosh." She said cheerfully. "Tadwell informs me that you're here to fill out a SL491."

"Eeyup."

"Wonderful, if you would like to come with me we can get everything sorted in my office."

"Your office?"

"There are some questions I need to ask you regarding this and I assume that you would rather this conversation be kept quiet for the time being."

Big Mac smiled gratefully. "Thank you."

"My pleasure, now if you would follow me."

She lead the way with Big Mac following closely behind, more than a little part of him enjoying the view.

Big Mac had to admit that for a mature mare, the mayor looked fantastic.

A green business skirt hugged her shapely hips and behind. Not enough to look promiscuous but enough that you could tell she still had a great figure. Topping it off was a white blouse with a cravat that managed to help her look professional but also draw attention to her ample bosom.

Simply put she looked like she could rock your world and run it equally well.

They arrived at her office. As she let him in she paused to tell her personal assistant that she wasn't to be disturbed.

"I don't want to be taking up your time." Big Mac said.

"Not at all," the mayor replied. "In fact you're a welcome distraction." She pulled out some forms from a nearby filing cabinet. "Now to the matter at hand."

Filling out the form was fairly straightforward. It asked the usual contact information but also covered the stuff like when was the last time he was tested and whether he had any medical conditions that could impair his work. She also did explain the need for discretion regarding his clientele. Big Mac was never one to kiss and tell but he respected that it was a part of the disclaimer that had to be covered.

Finally they came to a pivotal part of the registration process.

"So were you planning on going private or being a government run stud?"

"Government." Over the weekend, Big Mac done some research into both options. Being private meant that everything he made from this would go into his own pocket but then he would have to sort everything out himself. Working for the crown meant that 40% of his earnings went back to the crown and there would be a cap to what he could charge for his services. However, working for the government meant that they would handle all the logistical, administrative and legal aspects of the job. Plus he would receive a modest salary on top as well as be allowed to keep any 'tips' he made so long as he declared it on his taxes. So while not as potentially lucrative as being privately run, it was a lot more stable. "If you're willing to hire me." he added.

The mayor's smile widened. "Absolutely." She pulled out another form. "I will just need to fill this out as well."

Big Mac looked it over and saw that it was mainly covering the types of 'services' he was willing to provide his customers. Some were straightforward, some he hoped to high heaven were just there to be thorough and not because someone in town actually requested it. He finished filling it out before handing it back to the mayor. She looked through it and once she was satisfied that everything appeared to right she returned her attention to the stallion.

"Ok so before we make this official let me be clear about something. I ride my employees hard." the mayor explained. "As the mayor it is my job act jovial and welcoming to the public but it's also my job to get things done. I have been called strict by my employees in the past and quite rightly so but that is because I am holding them to a standard I believe they're capable of. That will include you." She stood back up and walked over to Big Mac with an outstretched hand. "Think you can handle it."

Big Mac stood up and took the hand. "I'll try my best."

"Wonderful. Now you'll receive a formal contract by the end of tomorrow which you can get looked over before signing. Once these forms are processed your stud licence will be posted to you in the next few days. Any questions?"

Big Mac rubbed his chin thoughtfully before answering.

"Nope."

"Good...now strip."

Big Mac blinked for a moment.

"So when you were saying were going to ride me hard, you actually meant..."

Big Mac was cut off by the mayor grabbing his tie said pulling him down to eye level.

"The question session is over." She said icily. "Strip!"

Taken aback by this sudden change in demeanour, Big Mac complied. He undid his tie and shirt before casting them aside. He then took off his shoes, socks and pants. The mayor meanwhile got comfortable sitting on her desk, nibbling one of the ends her glasses as she enjoyed the show. When he got to his underpants he paused. The mayor raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to stop. Taking the hint, he took a deep breath and pulled them down in one single motion.

So there he was, completely naked in front of the mayor of Ponyville. Definitely not how he normally spent his Mondays.

Without a word the mayor stood back up and starting circle Big Mac, taking the time to drink in every part of the nude stallion. Big Mac's first instinct was to cover his front with his hands but he realised that by this point it wouldn't probably hurt his dignity instead of help it. So instead he decided to just own his state of undress though he wasn't quite sure how to feel about the fact that Mac Jr was starting to stir.

So that's something new you've learnt about yourself today

Once she finished circling she pressed her body against him. Suddenly most of Big Mac's higher thought processes shut down as his full focus went to the soft chest press against his own.

"Here is rule number one of being one of my studs." She reached around, using both hands to grope his butt cheeks and then squeeze them as if to test how firm they are. "This magnificent piece of ass and everything attached to it belongs to me. Sure I may let you rent it out to some of the mares in town but don't forget who owns it. Are we clear?"

Mac's survival instincts told him that right now the best path was the one of least resistance.

"Eeyueeeeep!" His normal response was cut short by the mayor swinging hand back to the front, grabbing his balls and squeezing.

"You will speak to me clearly and respectfully or not at all." She warned. "Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

She lighten the pressure on his balls but didn't release them. Instead she started massaging them.

"You see Mac, I've learned the value of a firm hand." She said, pretending to be oblivious to what she was doing with her hand. "Not to purposely hurt those under me but to remind them who's in charge."

Big Mac started to pant slightly. She finally stopped in her ministrations and took a firm hold of his shaft.

"So Mac, who's in charge here?"

"You are Ma'am,"

"Very good Mac, and do you what happens to good studs that know their place?"

"No Ma'am."

There was a sharp intake of breath as the mayor shifted to a better angle and started to pump his cock.

"They get rewarded."

Mac was completely at the mercy of the mayor as she continued to work his shaft. Her breasts now pressed against his back and side as her hand skillfully went up and down his cock. He start to groan as the pleasure built up.

"So Mac," the mayor asked in a husky tone. "Do you like being rewarded?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to be good stud?"

"Yeess."

"Are going to make your owner proud?"

"Yeeeesssssss" Big Mac was so close.

"And who is your owner?"

"Yooooouuuuuuuu."

Just as he was about to hit his limit, she stopped.

She let go of him and circle back to the front of Big Mac, a look of satisfaction in her eyes, both at the stallion's answer and at the look dismay on his face.

"That was very good Mac," She then grabbed his chin. "But you don't get to finish until you've earned it."

She released Big Mac and sauntered back to her desk. With a wink, she kicked off her shoes and slowly unzipped her skirt before letting it fall to the ground, revealing a black garter belt as well as matching lace panties. She then leaned against the desk as her skillful hands undid the clasps of the garter belt and then ever so slowly she started to remove her panties. Once they were part way down she bent forward to complete the journey. She finally stood back up, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy in all it's glory.

She sat back down on the desk, keeping her legs spread. She then beckon him closer with a finger. Big Mac came closer until his approach was stopped by the mayor's outstretched palm.

"On your knees." She ordered.

Big Mac complied, resulting in him being face to face with her rosie center. It didn't take a mind reader to know what she had in mind but she cleared any doubt by grabbing the back of his head and pulling his face into her core.

"Get to work."

Big Mac eagerly complied. He kissed, licked and sucked all over the pussy. The mayor mewled in pleasure as Big Mac continued his ministrations. It then turned into a squeal as he shifted his attention to her clit.

She leaned back and closed her eyes as she let herself savour the satisfaction of having a handsome stallion eating her out. Finally and with more than a little reluctance she push Big Macs head away.

"As much as I'd like to keep you down there we don't have the time. Up."

The stallion complied, his member standing to attention, having a face full of the mayor's pussy had done nothing to ease the erection that her early actions had brought on. The mayor reached over and to the top drawer of her desk. When she sat back up she was holding a condom.

"Can't have you making a mess." She explained as her talented fingers applied the condom. "Now, fuck me like a stallion."

She was a little surprised when Big Mac hold of her hips and lifted her slightly to move her pussy into position.

"I plan to." He growled.

He then thrust into her with in one fluid motion. The mare gasped out in joy at the sensation of being so completely filled. Big Mac then pull out almost completely before thrusting back into her. He repeated the process several times, each time getting faster.

As much as he would have liked to pound her like a jackhammer, once he found a good rhythm he stayed there. He was loving how it felt having his dick buried into her warm centre.

The mayor meanwhile was practically swimming in sensations. Their earlier fun meant that she was good and ready by the time Big Mac penetrated her that it wasn't taking much to get her close. In fact it wasn't long until she started to get close. After five more minutes she arched her back and orgasmed.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS"

As she came down from the natural high she lay back down on the desk. It took a moment for her pleasure addled brain to realise that Big Mac was still thrusting into her. He wasn't finished yet and he didn't plan on stopping unless she asked him to.

The mayor however made no indication wanting him to stop. Infact, aside from her saying 'yes' over and over, she was borderline incoherent. Her pussy was now hyper sensitive after her first orgasm that she was no longer swimming in the sensation, she was drowning in it.

"YesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesYEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!"

Her inner walls contracting on his cock as she reached her second orgasm was enough to finally push him over the edge. He gave one last thrust then came, filling the condom with his seed.

The two rode that final high together. As the two came down, Big Mac pulled his softening member out of the mayor. Being mindfull of what she had said about making a mess, he removed the full condom, tied the end closed with a knot and dropped into a nearby waste basket. The mayor then let out a happy sigh.

"It's true what they say," she commented. "Apples really are good for you."

Big Mac rolled his eyes but didn't respond. Instead he sat down on a near by chair to rest a little.

"Hey Mac."

He looked up and was blinded by camera flash.

"Sorry," The mayor said as she put the camera down. "I forgot we needed a photo for the your stud licence. Don't worry it will just be from the neck up."

When she started to put her panties back on and reclasp her stockings, Big Mac started to get dressed as well. She finished getting dressed well before Mac so while he was putting on the last of his clothes, she went over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a small wooden. As Big Mac finished buttoning his shirt she clear her throat to get his attention.

"You won't be able to get to work until you get the licence and sign the contract but you might as well get your stud ring fitted."

She opened the box to reveal some simple looking silver rings and a small wooden stamp.

Once upon a time studs would wear an ear tag to signify their profession, nowadays stallions that were studs advertised themselves such by wearing a pinkie ring. If he was a private stud he would just get one of his own, however as he was going to be working for the crown he needed an official one.

"It is customary for a stud ring to be worn on the pinkie of the stud's dominant hand." The mayor explained. "That way it's prominant without obstructing one of the 'business' fingers." She placed the box down and removed a single ring as well as the stamp. "If you would."

Big Mac held out his right hand. As the mayor placed the ring on his pinkie, he couldn't but notice that it was a few sizes too big. He was about to ask if she had any in smaller sizes but stopped when she touch the ring with the stamp. The ring shrunk down until it was the perfect size for his finger and the previously blank face morphed into the ponyville coat of arms.

"Neat trick."

"Yes, they are quite impressive." She put away the box and picked up Big Mac's discarded tie and handed it to him. "I'll let you know if there are any issues with getting the contract or the licence sorted."

Big Mac looked at the tie and decided to just pocket it instead of putting it on.

"Thanks, you have a good day."

"Thanks to you I shall." She replied with a wink.

Big Mac decided now was probably a good time to get out of there. He started to leave but then jerked to a stop as the mayor pulled him back by the base of his tail.

"Just another heads up," she said. "As my employee you will receive regular performance reviews and if there is room to improve you can expect some rigorous training."

She planted a kiss on Big Mac's cheek.

"Welcome aboard Mac, I think you'll be wonderful addition to my staff."

She then sent him on his way with a playful smack on the butt.

As he left the office he noticed the personal assistant was still sitting at his desk, going through some paperwork. Said assistant didn't look up or even verbally acknowledge him. Instead he just pushed a bowl of mints towards him.

Big Mac stared at the bowl but in the end took one.

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it," the assistant replied.

As Big Mac walked down the hall he paused to look down at the ring he was wearing. It was official. Big Mac was now a stud. As he processed that fact a faint smile appeared on his face.

There were certainly worse ways he could be spending his time.

Back the assistant's desk the mayor appeared and gave the assistant her camera.

"I have photo here that needs to be developed." She stated. "I need a cropped version for Mr Apple's application and a full sized copy for my private collection."

"Understood ma'am."