Big (Mac) Love

“I can't do this! I can't do this!” Fluttershy said, as she stared at herself in the mirror, hyperventilating, “This was a mistake!”

Fluttershy's heart pounded as she paced nervously in her cottage. She wanted to be with Big Mac, but she was so inexperienced. “I want to make him happy,” the pegasus thought, “but I don't know anything about how to please a stallion!”

The pegasus stared at herself in the mirror, taking several deep breaths.
"Calm down," Fluttershy said to herself, "Celestia picked you for a reason. You can do this."

There was a knock at the door. “Eeep!” Fluttershy squeaked. It was dusk. Big Mac had come for his virgin wife.

As Fluttershy timidly opened the door, she stared up at Big Mac. He looked down at her with loving eyes. His shaggy, light-auburn mane whipped around his head; carried by the warm evening air.
“You smell...nice,” Fluttershy said, blushing.
“I bathed,” Big Mac said, “I couldn't let you're first time be with some smelly work horse.”

“Please come in,” Fluttershy said, beckoning her husband inside.
Fluttershy had butterflies in her stomach as her husband moved past her. She looked at his thick, muscular legs; Strong legs that had spent a lifetime knocking apples off of trees. Those legs that would soon be used to drive his hard shaft into the accordion folds of her virgin marehood.

Big Mac had taken the liberty of preparing himself during his bath. His cock was already rock hard.

“We should probably keep things simple for your first time,” the stallion said.
“Okay,” Fluttershy replied, quietly, “Whatever you want to do is fine.”

“Just so you know, Rarity and Cheerilee have some...interesting quirks in the bed room,” Big Mac said, “Over time I've become good at indulging my wives in their fantasies. Is there anything you fantasize about?” Before she knew what she was doing, Fluttershy blurted out an answer.
“I've always wanted to be a tree.” she said, “Eeep!” The yellow mare covered her mouth. She blushed that Big Mac had found out her secret fetish.
The red apple farmer smiled at his wife.
“So, you want to be a tree, huh?” Big Mac asked, smiling.
Fluttershy didn't dare say a word, lest her mouth betray her again.
“Fluttershy, you're such a loudmouth,” she thought.

“Everypony knows that all the other trees are jealous of the apple tree,” Big Mac said as he picked up an apple off Fluttershy's table, “because they know that apple trees are the most beautiful.”
Walking back towards the bed, the stallion leaned in close to his wife and moved her hooves down, revealing her moist lips.

“My beautiful apple tree,” Big Mac whispered as he leaned in close and kissed Fluttershy. She could feel his hot breath against her cheek. His tongue pushed into her mouth, fondling her tongue with his own. The feeling was electric, and both ponies could hear Fluttershy's heart pounding in her chest. The yellow mare let out an involuntary moan, its sound muffled by Big Mac's delicious lips.
Breaking the kiss with an audible pop, Big Mac pulled his head back. Fluttershy leaned forward with her tongue out. She kept her tongue attached to his for as long as was possible. The pegasus sat there dazed, with her lips loose and limber. Big Mac took the apple and put it in Fluttershy's open mouth. The yellow mare bit down on it; holding it in place.

“Now you look like an apple tree,” Big Mac said proudly. He stared at Fluttershy. The deep crimson in her cheeks matched the apple she gripped tight in her teeth. She lay on her back with her legs open, exposing her privates for him. A small line of juice from the apple slid down Fluttershy's chin as she held it in place.

Big Mac walked away, then turned to look back at Fluttershy, as though he was seeing her for the first time.
“My my,” Big Mac said, getting into character, “I must have walked this orchard path hundreds of times, and don't remember ever seeing this apple tree before.”

Fluttershy's heart beat faster. More apple juice dripped down her chin. She sucked on the apple; trying to swallow the juice. She couldn't take her eyes off her husband.

“I've never seen a more beautiful tree,” Big Mac said as he circled around the foot of the bed, “Such full and shapely branches.”

The stallion rested his head on his wife's chest. He listened to her heartbeat, before slowly moving his tongue down her chest and over her stomach. Fluttershy's body tingled. The stallion kept heading southward until he arrived at her nether regions.

“Why I'll bet this tree's apples are the juiciest in all of Equestria,” Big Mac said as he stared at her glistening mound, “This tree is so juicy, that she has juice coming out of her knothole!”

Fluttershy moaned as Big Mac started to lap at her glistening sex. She was glad she had the apple to focus on. Concentrating on keeping it in her mouth helped her cope with the maelstrom of new sensations swirling within her body.

Big Mac teased her clit. Fluttershy's whole body twitched.
“I think this tree's ripe,” Big Mac said, “One swift round of applebucking and it should surrender its precious fruit.”

Big Mac rubbed his cock head against her pussy lips.
Breaking out of character, Big Mac addressed Fluttershy.
“This is your first time, so it's going to hurt,” the stallion said, “Once it's in, I won't move again until you're ready for me to keep going. Understand?”

Fluttershy nodded, the apple still in her mouth. She was scared, but she wanted this.

Big Mac pressed his cock against her virgin marehood. The stallion was struggling to make an impasse.
“She's tight,” Big Mac thought, “Too tight. Can I even get this in?”

The stallion leaned forward, trying to penetrate Fluttershy's unexplored snatch. Building up one large thrust, Big Mac rammed as hard as he could. The assault proved fruitless, and Fluttershy's cooch held firm.
The feeling of this hard object ramming against her private parts was a painful experience the pegasus hadn't counted on. The pain caused her to bite through the apple, sending it tumbling down her chest and onto the floor.
“It's too tight,” Big Mac said, as the sad realization dawned on him, “I can't get inside at all.”

Big Mac knew his third wife was shy,but he didn't anticipate her marehood to completely close up at the prospect of sex.

“You're so nervous, your body's tensing up,” Big Mac said, “If you're not in the mood, we don't have to do this. We can just cuddle.”
“Not in the mood?” Fluttershy thought indignantly, “What does he mean by not in the mood? I psyched myself up for him! I was ready! I want this!”

Big Mac sat beside Fluttershy on the bed. He put his arms around her as her lip began trembling.

“I don't understand,” Fluttershy said, “I want to be with you, Big Mac, I just don't know why my body won't corporate.”
“I think that even though you're ready up here,” Big Mac said, tapping her forehead, “You aren't ready down here.” The stallion then patted the top of her thigh.

“But what's the problem?” Fluttershy asked, “Am I just too small?”
“There's no such thing as a vagina that's perpetually too tight,” Big Mac said, knowlingly, “You're meant to bear foals, which requires much more serious stretching of your inner walls then what's required for a stallion.”

“Then why can't I stretch myself for you?” she asked, on the verge of tears.
“You're body isn't ready for sex,” Big Mac said, compassionately, “You're too stressed to open up your body for me.”

Fluttershy had never felt more mortified in her life. Even though she was willing, her body was unable to accept her husband's stallionhood, because of her crippling shyness.

The inaccessibility of his wife's pussy had killed Big Mac's boner. Both ponies felt sad and emotionally drained.

“It's alright,” Big Mac said as he lay beside his wife, “Let's just go to bed.”
Big Mac closed his eyes and quickly drifted off to sleep, exhausted after a long day of apple bucking. As the stallion dreamed, Fluttershy lay awake beside him. The pegasus put her arm across her husband's barrel chest and hugged him tight. Tears streamed down the mare's yellow cheeks as she quietly sobbed.
"I'm sorry, Big Mac," she whispered, "I'm sorry."