Ending an Awkward Day with a Bang

It was Friday morning, Big Mac was sitting at the breakfast table, reading through the mail as he was waiting for the water to boil so he could have his morning coffee. Big Mac had the day off today so he had treated himself to a lie in. Applebloom had gone on a camp with the rest of her class, Granny Smith had gone to town to meet up with some friends and Applejack was busy checking on the vampire fruit bat sanctuary with Fluttershy.

He came to the last letter. This one was addressed specifically to him and was from City Hall. He opened it up to reveal a card with his face on it. It was his official stud licence. While the ring he now wore helped to advertise that he was a stud, he was expected to carry the card and present it if required to prove that he was licenced and to show if he wasgovernment run or working privately.

He stared at the card for a moment. It was funny, after all the effort that had gone into avoiding it, he sort of expected a little more fanfare when he finally got his licence.

"HI YA BIG MAC!" Pinkie exclaimed as she burst into the kitchen.

Sweet Celestia's backside, he had been joking.

"So Big Mac I just had a really great idea," Pinkie said excitedly. "Now that you officially have your stud license, you should start doing singing bangograms."

"How the heck did you already know I got my licence?" Big Mac demanded until the rest of what she had said registered. "What do you mean, 'singing bangograms'?"

"I mean like a regular bangogram except you sing."

"Pinkie, there's no such thing as a bangogram."

"Sure there is, I mean, what else would you call being paid to go to somepony's house and have sex with them?"

"Being a stud?" Big Mac offered.

"Well I think bangogram sounds better. And making it a singing bangogram would be even better." Pinkie stated. "I even came up with a first draft of the song."

"What?"

On cue, Pinkie started singing.

This is your singing bangogram
I hope it finds you well
I brought you my big penis
'Cause it's really really swell

You are feeling horny
So to help alleviate
The itch you just can't scratch
I think it's time to fornicate.

There will be lots of shagging
On the bed or on the rug
And when the pounding's over
We will cuddle or just hug

No need for chains or whips
Just my dick will be enough
Sex is about being intimate
Not all that kinky stuff

I can promise you that once we're done
That you will feel the best
So, please, oh please just let me in.
And let's both get undressed!

The party mare refocused her attention to the red farmer.

"So what do you think?"

Big Mac blinked twice. "I think...I need my coffee before I'm ready to deal with this."

After two cups of coffee, Big Mac dealt with Pinkie and had left for town. He didn't have any deliveries to make before his massage but Rarity had asked if he would be able to stop by to take a look at her washing line. Apparently, one of the posts were now crooked after the last time Sweetie Belle had stayed over. Since there was a strong chance that said damage was caused by CMC shenanigans Big Mac thought it was only right that he lend a hand in the repair.

He would stop by the Carousel Boutique, assess the damage and figure out what needed to be done. Then after his massage, he would go home to get the necessary supplies and tools and then comeback to do the repair. All very simple and straightforward.

He arrived at the Carousel Boutique and headed straight for the back. He didn't want to disturb Rarity if she was busy with clients. He would inspect the line and then be on his way. As he arrived at the back he realised something was amiss. Both posts of the line were perfectly vertical. He stopped when realisation struck.

"IT'S A TRAP!!"

He tried to make a run for it but was enveloped in blue magic and pulled into the Boutique. When the magic finally faded he found himself against a wall with Rarity blocking his escape path.

"Hello darling," she said sweetly. "Sorry for the deception but I couldn't risk Applejack getting suspicious."

"Rarity, I know what you're thinking. Are you really sure you want to do this?" Big Mac asked.

"Yes I'm very sure," she replied. "This is going to be so much fun."

Big Mac gulp. "Listen...I don't really...huh?" He stopped what his was saying when he realised she had draped a couple of fabrics over his shoulders.

"You skin tone is fabulous but it means that colour choice is critical." She stated as she swapped out the fabrics with a couple of new ones. "Both black and white look great on you but we don't want to make you look monochrome. Gold looks great on you but too much would be gaudy." She replaced the fabrics again and appeared to be talking more to herself than to Big Mac. "Green would, of course, look good as well but what shade? Too earthy and it will make you look dull. Too vibrant and it will make you look like a Hearths Warming decoration. And we mustn't forget fabric choice. Silk looks good but cotton is more practical. Maybe a cotton blend."

"Uh...Rarity? I take back what I said about knowing what you were thinking," Big Mac said. "Mind cluing me in?"

"Well, I'm helping you to update your wardrobe."

"Update my wardrobe?"

"Well, you can't exactly go out studding dressed like that."

"Why not?" Big Mac asked, sparing a brief glance at the plaid shirt and jeans he was wearing. Sure it wasn't fancy but he still made the effort not to wear anything with holes or stains into town. "I ain't exactly going to stay dressed for very long once we're doing it."

"This isn't about the sex, this is about the overall experience," Rarity said. "Tell me, as a stud, what do you think the main service you will be providing mares?"

"My penis in their vagina?"

"Aside from that."

"Oral?"

"FANTASY!" Rarity snapped. "You are providing mares a fantasy."

"I'm pretty sure I'm meant to charge extra for role playing."

Rarity glared at the stallion. "You're acting obtuse on purpose, aren't you?"

"Quite possibly."

"Look, even when you are not doing a role play, the mares that hire you are still acting out a fantasy. When you are with them, you aren't simply Big Mac the apple farmer, you are whatever stallion they have dreamed you to be. In their minds, they have this idea of what the perfect stallion to bed would be like and it is your job as a stud make yourself as close to that idea as is mortally possible."

"Sounds delusional," Big Mac commented.

"Think of it like an actor on the stage." Rarity explained. "He gets given role that he knows he's not and to some extent the audience knows that too. But fantasy and theatrics aren't about reality, it's about delving into a new realm of possibilities. If the actor is doing his job right, for however long he is on stage the audience will believe that he is who he says he is."

"So you think that studding is like acting?"

"Exactly, which is why it's so important that you dress for the part. Right now the only fantasy you are fulfilling is the brute ready to have his way with the poor mare and the naïve farm boy." Rarity paused. "Actually, that second one doesn't sound so bad. You could play up the innocence. You are new to the big city, unaware of the mares waiting to corrupt you. You are so sweet but nervous around the ladies, blissfully unaware of how badly they want you. The furthest you have ever gone is a chaste kiss your school sweet heart. You are completely unprepared for seductress that has you in her sights, ready to bend you to her erotic will."

"Uh...Rarity?"

"Don't worry, she'll start off gently. Who knows, you might find you like being her plaything."

Seeing the warning signs, Big Mac started snapping his fingers in front of her face. "Abort that train of thought, Rarity. Abort! Abort! Abort!"

Thankfully it seemed to snap the fashionista out of her daydream. "Dreadfully sorry dear, I got slightly off track. Where was I? Oh right, take off your shirt."

Big Mac went back to snapping his fingers at her. "Abort! Abort! Abort!"

"Stop that!" Rarity snapped as she slapped Big Mac's hand away. "I need to take your measurements."

"But you already have my measurements. And you didn't ask me to take my shirt off last time."

"Those measurements were for the Pony Tones outfits. The were made so that we would look good as a unit despite having different body types." Rarity explained. "What I'm designing now are outfits made to make you look good as an individual. To do that my measurements need to be more intimate."

As this conversation was sending off alarm bells in Big Mac's head, he made a bit of a show out of checking the time.

"You know I would love to but I'm already late for an appointment so-" He tried to leave but was pushed back against the wall.

"Your massage appointment at the spa isn't for another 40 minutes," Rarity replied. "I checked. Now you are either taking that shirt off or I'm cutting it off." To prove her point she levitated up a pair of scissors. "It's your choice."

Big Mac grumbled but relented. He knew Rarity was more than willing to make good on her threat. Especially since she had made her dislike of this particular shirt known in the past. Once he was topless, the white mare started at taking measurements. A notepad and pen levitated nearby, seemingly jotting down figures by its own volition. The measurements started innocently enough, shoulders, arm length, biceps and so on. It was was when she start measuring his chests and stomach. Those measurements seemed to take longer and her touches on his bare skin seemed to linger. It possibly was just in his head but when he was certain he had heard her whisper a husky "Oh yes," at least twice, he cleared his throat to get her attention.

"You sure you ain't finished yet?"

"Patience Big Mac!" Rarity replied with a huff as she straightened herself. "You still have plenty of time before your appointment. The more thorough we are now the fewer adjustments we'll need to make later."

"But why go through all this? You thinking of starting a line for stallions too?"

"Yes, I am experimenting with the possibly," Rarity admitted. "But more than that I consider you a friend and as your friend, I want to help you sell yourself better. The humble farmer is fine and admirable but you are now a stud as well." She placed her hands on his chest for emphasis. "This is your product. You wouldn't take second rate apples to the market so why would present less than the very best of yourself."

Big Mac pondered on what Rarity said. Though his contemplation was cut short when he realized she still had her hands on his pectorals and in fact was giving them an experiment squeeze.

"Be honest, you do weights, don't you?" Rarity inquired. "I know there's a lot of heavy lifting on a farm but these boys are incredibly firm."

Further questioning was stopped when she felt something grabbing her breasts. She looked down and saw it that it was, in fact, Big Mac.

"You have three seconds to remove your hands before I started breaking them." She threatened.

"I'll remove my hands when you remove yours," He shot back.

What resulted next was two minutes of both ponies staring at each and neither removing their hands. Rarity finally broke the silence.

"I believe we are at an impasse."

Fortunately, Rarity and Big Mac were able to resolve their impasse and get the last of the measurements done in time for his appointment. Unfortunately, it meant him having to take his pants off. He was just thankful Rarity didn't design underwear too. It's not that he's self-conscious or uncomfortable with getting naked, it's just that he liked it on his own terms.

Still, the measurements were done and hopefully he wouldn't have to deal with Rarity until it was time to try on the outfits. Now he just wanted to push all of that out of his mind and focus on enjoying his massage.While he didn't go for full spa treatments the way his sister did, he still saw the value in getting deep tissue massages from time to time. While he enjoyed farm work it was sometimes a strain on his body.

His go to masseuse was Bulk Biceps. While some ponies found him to be overbearing, he was the only masseuse at the Ponyville Spa with strength to work Big Mac's muscles properly. The red stallion was face down on the massage wearing only a towel while Bulk was working his back. Normally this would be happening in amiable silence with the masseuse checking from time to time that Big Mac was okay. This was not one of those times.

Turns out Ponyville bylaws state that studs registered within the town are expected to be notified when a new stud is registered. Fortunately, Bulk was not the territorial sort and happily welcomed Big Mac into the fold. Unfortunately, Bulk had decided to spend the time discussing the tricks of the trade.

"Now some guys think that so long as you are touching the clit that the mare will love it but it's a matter of proper technique." Bulk stated as he focused on a particularly stubborn knot. "Proper foreplay is important to help warm them up before you start messing down there. Stimulating a mare should also involve giving some love to other areas like the vulva." He paused his ministrations when Big Mac let out a groan. "Sorry is that spot too painful?"

"No but this conversation is."

"Come on Big Mac. If you're gonna last as a stud you can't afford to be prudish."

Big Mac rolled onto his back and glared up at Bulk. "It ain't about being prudish. It's just that I came here to get a massage. Not to talk shop."

"Hey now. I don't mind a new stud in town but I want to make sure they know how to treat the mares of Ponyville right," Bulk Biceps responded. "Speaking of which, how's the equipment you're packing." Instead of waiting for a response, Bulk simply ripped off Big Mac's towel. "Whoa, nice!"

Moments later, there was a loud crash heard through most of the spa Aloe rushed into the massage room to see what the cause was. To her surprise she found Big Mac fastening as towel around his waist and Bulk Biceps was thrown through one of the nearby walls.

"Ms Aloe." Big Mac said. "I'd like to lodge a complaint."

"I can not apologise enough, Mr McIntosh. Such behaviour is not to be tolerated here in the spa." Aloe said. "I will have a serious talk to Bulk about this. There will be no charge for this massage and the...er...wall. Also, for next time, here is a coupon for a full service, free of charge."

"Thank you," Big Mac said as he took the coupon.

As he stepped out he ran into Bulk. The two stared at each other awkwardly for a moment.

"So sorry about checking out your junk without asking permission," Bulk said. "That was uncool of me."

Big Mac gave the masseuse a hard look before finally accepting that it was pointless to hold a grudge. "Apology accepted, sorry about throwing you through a wall."

"It's cool. The walls here are like tissue paper for stallions like us." Bulk replied. "Though since we're cool, can I offer you one last bit of studding advice?"

Big Mac resisted the urge to groan. "Fine."

"Check out 'Sugar & Spice' down on Stirrup Street. It's an underwear store that caters to both mares and stallions that's run by Lotus and Aloe's cousin Vera. They offer a discount for studs and they really know how to wrap a 'package'. If you catch my drift."

In case Big Mac hadn't caught his 'drift', Bulk empathised his statement by gesturing to his crotch. The red stallion did a mental 10 count before responding.

"I'll...keep that in mind. See ya next time."

Bulk then watched Big Mac walk off to get dressed. He was shortly joined by both Lotus and Aloe. Neither mare spoke until Big Mac was well out of earshot.

"So...how big is he?"

Big Mac sighed as he sat at one of the tables at sugar cube corner. With the day he had been having so far he had considered ordering a shot of tequila and a sledge hammer between the eyes but instead went with a latte and a double choc muffin. He was just thankful that Pinkie was off running deliveries cause he wasn't sure if he could handle a revised version of her singing bangogram

"Here you go," Mrs Cake stated as she placed the order on the table. "So I hear you've gone on the game. Granny Smith finally wear you down?"

"Eeyup."

"Well, no shame in playing it a little wild side while you're young." She replied. "Mr Cake actually worked nights as a stripper to pay for Baking School. It's actually how I met him. Boy he knew how to get the ladies going. Sometimes he still wears a thong if I ask him nicely enough."

Big Mac could only stare at the mare. Before he could respond, Mr Cake arrived.

"I've put Pound and Pumpkin down for their nap honey bun."

"Oh, you're just in time dear, I was telling Big Mac about your stripper days."

"Ah yes, those were good times." Mr Cake said wistfully. "Plus it helped me graduate debt free."

"Oh! Maybe you should teach him a few of your dance routines," Mrs Cake offered. "He may be studding instead of stripping but ladies still love a stallion that has the moves."

"That is true," Mr Cake conceded. "I could even give him some my old gear. The pants would be a bit short but the thongs should fit if you stretch them."

"Cheerilee and I once bought one of your cakes just to have sex on it." Big Mac replied, stunning both bakers into silence. "Now this conversation can be awkward for everybody involved."

The red farmer left Sugar Cube Corner. Glad to be putting some space between him and the Cakes for the time being.

"Hey! Big Mac!"

Big Mac turned to see Hondo Flanks, retired hoofball star and Rarity's father, approaching him.

"So I heard on the grapevine that you've taken up a stud licence."

Big Mac's ear started to twitch slightly out of irritation. Was this really the only gossip-worthy news in town at the moment?

Still, it wasn't as if his day could get any more awkward.

"Eeyup."

"That's great cause I want you to come bang my wife."

He stood corrected.

Hondo brought Big Mac to his home. Once the two stallions were seated in the lounge they resumed their conversation.

"I suppose an explanation is an order."

Considering what had been Hondo's idea of an icebreaker, Big Mac wasn't entirely sure what was in order. Still, he chose just to nod polity.

"It started with my sporting days," the unicorn explained. "Partway through my career, I took a bad tackle. I won't bother you with the specifics but let's just say that the twig to my twig and berries got snapped."

Big Mac winced.

"Exactly," Hondo agreed. "Fortunately for my sporting career, I was able to get back on the field and playing well before the season was over. Unfortunately, it left me unable to have an erection even if I'm properly motivated. Now I know there are procedures that could probably have fixed the issue but at the time they all carried a high risk of leaving me sterile. So you're probably wondering where Rarity and Sweetie Belle came from if I can't get it up. Well, we got them through IVF. Turns out my swimmers work fine, it just the launching tube that is a bust."

"I think you're explaining the wrong details." Big Mac stated.

"Anyway, I had been dating Cookie at the time and even after the accident she stayed with me and not too long after that we got married. Even though we love each other dearly and to this day I think she is the sexiest mare alive, I still can't get it up in order to consummate with her. We worked on alternative means of spicing up our marriage. Oral, toys, watching naughty movies together, sometimes we swap roles," Hondo explained. "You know...she wears a strap on and then-"

"HONDO!" Big Mac interjected. "Could we just get to the point."

Hondo chuckled. "'Point'. I see what you did there."

What Big Mac did was prevent this conversation from being any more mentally scarring than what it already was.

"So long story short, we've been making due," Hondo said. "The problem is that I know my wife. She was always a very sexually active mare. Not insatiable, just highly active. She misses having a stallion rutting her senseless but she loves me too much act on her desires. But seeing as a husband should be able to satisfy his wife I felt this isn't fair to her. So we came to compromise, she would have my blessing to have sex with other stallions so long as we communicated openly about it."

While on some level Big Mac found this admiral, he did not really want to be having this conversation with the father of someone who was both a close family friend and that had him stripped down to his underwear earlier today.

"Now usually we save fun time for when we go on holiday but her birthday is coming up and wanted to give her something special," Hondo stated. "When I heard you were taking on a stud licence, I knew it was meant to be. Not only can I trust you to be discreet about it but let's face it, you are one sexy beast."

Big Mac silently apologised to the universe for whatever he had done to deserve this.

"So what do you say?" Hondo asked. "Are you game?"

By this point, Big Mac was willing to say anything to end this conversation sooner. "Eeyup."

"Great I knew I could count on you." Hondo replied before calling out. "Hey, Cookie! Big Mac said yes."

"How wonderful!" Cookie Crumbles, Hondo's wife, entered the lounge. "Oh you're so good to me."

Hondo stood up to hug and kiss his wife. "Only the best for you sweet stuff."

Cookie chuckled. "Oh stop it. I'll go freshen up and get everything ready."

She gave Big Mac a playful wink before she left the room.

"You want me to do her now?!"

"Well not right now," Hondo answered. "She still needs to get ready. Don't worry, Sweetie Belles away on her camp so you'll have all the time you need. Though if you want to do some freshening up of your own before hand, we do have a spare shower."

"I'm fine," Big Mac replied.

The two stallions sat silently for a while until Hondo spoke again.

"So what do you think of the team the Manehatten Majors have out this year?"

Big Mac just stared at the unicorn before giving a shrug. "Their defensive line needs work."

"My thoughts exactly."

At last, Cookie's voice called out. "I'm ready."

"He'll be right up." Hondo called before turning to Big Mac. "Just upstairs, first door on the right. We use the guest bedroom for stuff like this since using the main bedroom could make things a bit awkward."

Big Mac saw the logic in that but he still found it hard to believe that was what Hondo felt would have made this in entire thing awkward. Hondo meanwhile just stood up gestured to the stairs.

"Best not to keep her waiting."

"Eeyup."

Big Mac stood up and turned to head towards the stairs. He then almost jumped out of his skin as Hondo gave him an athletic butt-slap.

"Go get her champ." The unicorn said in encouragement before sitting down and picking up a newspaper.

Big Mac gapped at Hondo. Rather than confront the moustached stallion he instead and went to the stairs while his mind tried to process the fact that the whole day's events seemed to have come crashing down on him. As he reached the bottom of the stair, he came the conclusion. He was done, he had officially been a stud for less than a day and he was officially done. It's not that he hadn't tried, honestly if one of the elements of harmony had been the element of patience, he would have earned it. He hadn't even gotten to the part of bedding the mare and he was already sick of the whole matter. It hadn't been the worst day of his life, far from it, but if this was what he had to look forward to as a stud then he was going quit while he was behind.

He was going to go up there, apologise to Cookie, go to City Hall to turn in his ring and licence then go home.

With a plan of attack, Big Mac climbed the stairs and made it to the door to the guest room. Ever the gentle colt, he politely knocked and when he heard Cookie call out "Come in" he opened the door and stepped inside. And boy was he not prepared for the sight that greeted him.

Cookie Crumbles was wearing a lavender negligee. She sat at the foot of the bed, legs crossed seductively in a way that could make Big Mac truly appreciate how the negligee stopped at her mid-thigh. It hugged her form enough to give a hint of what lied beneath but was loose enough that it still left enough as a suppress. Meanwhile, the top dipped down, enticingly giving Big Mac a glimpse of the full breasts hidden beneath.

Cookie was a mare whose body could be described in a number of ways, curvy, plump, full-bodied, well-rounded, but in this moment there was only one way Big Mac could describe the mare in front of him.

Sexy as all hell.

"There you are," Cookie said. "You know it's not polite to keep a lady waiting."

On further deliberation, Big Mac decided that it would be needlessly hasty to give up on being a stud without actually studding at least once. Faulty information gathering inevitably leads to faulty decisions being made. So in the interest of making an informed decision, a fact-finding mission was in order.

"Terribly sorry," Big Mac replied. "Hopefully I can make it up to you."

Cookie was silent for a moment, seemingly taking the time to size up the stallion. Finally, she stood up, her hips swaying sensually with each step as she closed the distance.

"You know, I think you just might just be able to."

Taking the hint, Big Mac started to reach for buttons of his shirt.

"No," Cookie said, stopping the stallion's actions. "I like to unwrap my presents myself."

Not one to deny a lady, Big Mac let his hand fall to his side Cookie got to work unbuttoning his shirt. Her dexterous fingers made short work of buttons then she slowly opened the shirt. She let out a soft coo of joy when she saw the chest and abs that had been hidden beneath it. Once the shirt was gone, she ran her hands over his chest and stomach. Gently pushing and squeezing at times to test the firmness.

"Oh you are simply delicious,” she commented.

As if to prove her point, Cookie went in for a taste. She peppered neckline with kisses, licks and the occasional nibble. She descended to the collarbone before she made it to his chest. Once there, she decided to mix up her strategy. Opting to go for long licks across his pecks. At last, her tongue grazed across one of his nipples before she decided to zero in on the hardening little bud. She teased it with a few more quick licks before closing her her lips around it, alternating between sucking on the nipple and swirling her tongue around it.

Big Mac’s mind meanwhile was just trying to process the new sensations. It honestly was a first for him having the mare play with his nipples instead of the other way round.

When Cookie got bored with the nipple she had been playing with, she started to lick along his chest until she found her way to the other nipple and repeated the process. Her being a head shorter than Big Mac meant she play to her heart’s content without worrying about neck strain. But eventually, she got bored with that nipple as well. She released it from her mouth and looked up at the red stallion.

She looked at him through sultry eyes and grab the back of his head before pulling him in for a deep kiss. As their tongues started to get personally acquainted he decided that he was done with being a passive participant. He reached round and ran both hands up the back of her thighs. Getting no indication to stop, he brought his hands slowly upwards, raising the hem of the negligee slightly until finally, he was able to grasp both butt cheeks and squeeze them.

While some part of his mind noted that Cookie didn’t have any panties on underneath the negligee, what he was more focused on how soft and pliable the cheeks felt in his hands and how they were certainly more than a hand full.

Cookie broke the kiss to let out a husky chuckle.

“Eager little colt, aren’t you?”

Big Mac raised an eyebrow before using his hold on the mare to pull her in closer. He kneaded the supple flesh as she was soon pressed against him. Her mouth opened slightly as even through the jeans he was wearing she could feel a very noticeable bulge forming in a certain part. The stallion smirked at her reaction.

“I ain’t that little.“ He replied.

“I guess not,” She said as she, very reluctantly, pulled away from the stallion. “But that reminds me that I haven’t finished unwrapping my present.

Taking the hint, Big Mac released his hold on Cookie, also very reluctantly. She grabbed the front of his waistband and lead him to the foot of the bed. The stallion took a moment to kick off his shoes. Once more she sat down but now with the red stallion standing right in front of him. Though she did get sidetracked, making use of the improved vantage point to show affection to his wonderful abs, she did soon get to work on her main objective.

The belt and the buttons of the jeans offered no resistance. She pulled down the zipper slowly and deliberately. She then pulled them down until all that stood between her and her prize was a pair of black briefs.

“Guess I owe Carrot Top five bits.” She muttered.

Instead of dwelling on that she returned to the matter in hand. Or soon to be in hand, as it were. As she pulled the underwear down, Big Mac’s cock sprang a free and stood to attention.

"Very nice." She as slow stroked the firm member.

"Glad you approve." Big Mac reached downed and tugged meaningfully at one of the straps to the negligee. "Though when does my present get unwrapped?"

Cookie chuckled but still acquiesced. She rolled the straps off her shoulders and brought to down the top of her. Her boobs flowed out in celebration at the sudden freedom. Even from this angle, Big Mac could appreciate the size and natural curve to them. He appreciated them even more when Cookie sandwiched his dick between them. She stood up, letting the negligee fall to the ground as she slowly slid her breasts up Big Macs body. When she was standing upright, she was still pressed hard against him, his dick poking into her lower stomach.

Without a further word, she climbed on the to bed and lay down with her body open and her legs spread. Big Mac knew what she was after and was happy to oblige. But he had something to take care of first. After all, turnabout was fair play and besides, it would be rude not pay his respects to a pair of breasts as big and beautiful as hers. He climbed on the bed and slowly worked his way up her body, stopping to apply kisses to areas like her thighs and belly. Finally, he descended upon the breasts, displaying great affection as his kissed and licked along the soft mounds. Cookie was letting out soft moans of pleasure as Big Mac soon latched onto one of her nipples. Once done with one he moved onto the other one. Finally, once he felt he had paid enough respect, he made to eye level with Cookie.

"You know what I want." She said huskily.

Indeed he did and he wanted it too. He lined his member up with her hot entrance. He entered her in one smooth movement. He tried a few slow deliberate thrusts. He loved the feel of Cookie's pussy around his cock but decided that he could do a little better than simply missionary. Whilst remaining engaged with Cookie, he used his strength to lift her hips as he entered kneeling position, reaching an arm under her to help keep her in place, the hips being raised off the bed causing her back arch slightly. This all took Cookie by surprise, she couldn't remember the last time she had been lifted during sex, even partially. Though when he started thrusting again, the new angle meant he was hitting new parts as well as be able to thrust harder and a deeper. Big Mac slowly increased the speed of the thrusts until he found a tempo he liked and stayed there.

Cookie moaned in pleasure. This position meant that all she could do was lie there and take it but she didn't care because it felt amazing. Big Mac meanwhile was loved the look pleasure on her face and the way her breasts moved when he thrust into her. At last her moans reached a crescendo as she neared her climax.

"YES!" She cried out as the orgasm racked her body.

It didn't register until she was done ridding the high of the first orgasm that Big Mac hadn't stopped thrusting into her or even slowed down. Soon she was hit by a second orgasm that was even harder than the first. As she started building up to her third, Big Mac was getting close. While he would have been fine to finish like this, there was one last thing he wanted to try.

Cookie let out a cry of disappointment as Big Mac pulled out her and lowered her hips back down. Instead of just finishing there, though, Big Mac rolled her onto her front and helped to lift her onto all fours. Once more he lined up his member, only this time Cookie pushed back, impaling herself on his rod. Soon the two made up any ground that had been lost by the brief break. Each thrust sent ripples along her butt cheeks as she also pushed her soft behind back into him.

At last, she went over the edge a third time. A few more thrusts were enough to bring him over the edge. He gave one last thrust as he unloaded his seed into her. When he was done, he pulled out of her as the two collapsed on the bed.

The two lay there, staring at each other as they caught their breath. Finally, Cookie reached out and gave Big Mac a pat on the butt.

"Well played," She said.

"You too," He replied.

After a breather, Big Mac and Cookie gathered up their things and went to get cleaned up. They said their good byes in the bedroom as Big Mac probably had to start heading back to the farm soon. As she left for the main bathroom, Big Mac had a quick shower in guest bathroom. Once he was clean and dressed he went back down the stairs to the main area where he found Hondo waiting for him.

"Ah Big Mac, spoke to Cookie before she went to clean up. She's really happy with the service she got. We may even hire you again sometime."

Not sure what the proper response was, Big Mac settled for a stoic nod.

"Here you go," Hondo said as he handed Big Mac a cheque. "Now, I'm not sure what the rate is for a crown-endorsed stud but this should cover it plus give you a little extra for a job well done."

"Yeah, I should look into that." Big Mac replied. In all the 'excitement' of becoming a stud, he had forgotten to find out how much he was supposed to be charging for services rendered.

He looked down at cheque and his eyes widened. Unless the government wasn’t doing its job right regarding rate control for their studs, that was a really big tip Hondo had left him.

“I can’t accept this much.”

“I insist, you’ve more than earn it,” Hondo replied.

Big Mac, having at least tried to give some of the money back, pocketed the cheque.

“Thanks.”

“No, thank you. I haven’t heard Cookie scream like that since she gave birth to Sweetie Belle.”

Earlier that day Big Mac would have wanted to put his head through a wall at a statement like that. Now with the clarity of mind he often seemed to get post sex, he instead narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”

The unicorn developed a cheeky grin as he shrugged.

“Hey, just because Cookie is the one getting laid doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with this as well.” He gave Big Mac a pat on the shoulder. “Though thanks for being such a good sport about it.”

Big Mac shrugged as he started to leave. “It’s only fair you get some humour out of it, considering your wife is the second mare of your family to have stripped me down today. Take care.”

“You too,” Hondo replied. Moments later he realised what the red stallion had said. “What do you mean second?”

The only reply he got was the sound of the front door closing.

It was late afternoon as Big Mac sat on a park bench on Stirrup Street. Turned out that he still had some time to kill before he needed to head back home so he decided to buy a new journal to collect his thoughts in and use the time to fill in the first entry.

Big Mac's Log, Stud Date 01.
Today was my first day as I explored a new frontier, carrying on the legacy of those who came before me. Though this day, which shall from now own be simply referred to as the awkwardness, had introduced me to unexpected perils of my new vocation, it has also let me glimpse at the rich bounties lying in wait for those that willing and able. And so despite previous misgivings, I will press on, for the honour, for tradition and for how good it feels having my dick in a warm and inviting pussy. Though the mares will remain anonymous, this journal will be my tool to reflect and grow as I enter strange new waters. These are the voyages of the Stud Big McIntosh. My mission? To explore strange new mares, to seek out new bodies and new pleasures, to boldly go where no stud has gone before. As well as a few places where other studs probably have gone before.

Satisfied with his first entry, he packed away the journal. It was then that he noticed one of the nearby shops.

Sugar & Spice

Helping you get intimate with your intimates.

He remembered that had been the store Bulk had mentioned. Pondering for a moment and recalling that Bulk had also said that studs get a discount.

"Eh, what the heck," Big Mac muttered as he went to investigate.