Chapters Big Macintosh was a humble apple farmer. He never sought for notoriety. He was content to buck apples with his sisters on Sweet Apple Acres, but even Big Mac knew that one does not simply refuse a commandment from Celestia.
“But why you, for pony's sake?” Applejack asked as she and her brother carted apple to their barn.
“But nopony has been commanded to practice polygamy for generations,” Applejack said, “I'm worried 'bout what folks'll say.”
“Whatcha all gonna' be practicin,' big brother?” Apple Bloom asked as she skipped beside her siblings.
“Polygamous marriage,” Big Mac said, matter-of-factly.
“What's polygonal marriage?” Apple Bloom asked, clearly confused.
“It means your brother's gonna' be takin' more than one wife,” Applejack said, a note of disapproval in her voice.
“Ya'll mean yer gonna' have several special someponies?!” Apple Bloom asked excitedly, “How come you can do that? I thought you couldn't have more than one special somepony.”
“It's the will of Celestia that I have several mares,” Big Mac said, somberly.
The three Apple siblings continued to move towards their barn, as the afternoon sun started to set in the west. Over the hill, Apple Bloom's two friends came roaring up on Scootaloo's scooter.
“Hey, Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle said, “What's goin' on?”
“Big Mac's telling me all about polygonal marriage!” Apple Bloom said, excitedly.
“What's that?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Ya'll remember your scripture stories?” Big Mac asked, “You remember reading about the Prophet Moseys who parted the Red Sea?”
“Yeah,” Apple Bloom said, “Twist's parents taught me all about him last year when she invited me over for Ha-neigh-kah dinner.”
“Well what most ponies don't know is, Moseys was also commanded to practice plural marriage,” Big Mac said, “The Prophet A-bray-ham also had multiple wives. Over the centuries, Celestia has commanded certain stallions to be polygamists.”
“Gosh, Big Mac,” Sweetie Belle said, impressed, “Does that mean you're a Prophet of Celestia, too?”
“Nope,” Big Mac said humbly, “I'm just a simple work horse who's been given a new task to perform.”
“Hey!” Scootaloo said, “What if being polygonalist is our special talent?”
“Now hold your horseshoes,” Applejack said, “Ya'll three can't go getting' hitched to the same colt, jus' 'cause ya' feel like it.”
“So who are your wives gonna' be?” Apple Bloom asked.
Several months had gone by, and a lot had changed on Sweet Apple Acres. Three new homes had been built next to each other, on what was once a vacant field beside the Apple family barn. These cottages housed Big Mac's three wives.
From left to right there was a newly-built yellow house with a butterfly painted above the door, a purple house with a flower over the door, and a white house with a diamond above the door.
Rarity was helping Fluttershy unpack her things.
Fluttershy whimpered.
Once school had let out for the day, Cheerilee headed home to her little cottage on the farm. Rarity and Fluttershy had just finished getting the new house in order, when Cheerilee walked inside.
“This place looks great!” the purple mare said as she surveyed Fluttershy's newly-furnished cottage.
Fluttershy sat and listened. Not having any school-aged children in her life, the yellow mare never had much of a reason to get to know the school teacher better. Now she was sitting here with Cheerilee, a stranger. The pegasus felt her usual shy self. Fluttershy suddenly felt very grateful that one of Big Mac's wives was Rarity. At least the yellow mare already had somepony here she knew well.
“So Fluttershy,” Cheerilee asked, “What is it that you do?”
“Fluttershy is excellent with animals,” the unicorn said.
“I can see why we were all chosen,” Cheerilee continued, “With my teaching abilities, I'll be able to instruct the fillies and colts Big Mac will give us. Rarity's love of fashion and attention to detail will help keep the farm looking beautiful. And Fluttershy can care for the animals, while being a wonderful, nurturing mother at the same time.”
The three mares then went next door and set to work preparing dinner in anticipation of their husband's return.
Sweat dripped down Big Mac's brow as the work horse returned after a long day of applebucking. As he approached the cottages, the lights were on in Cheerilee's home and Big Mac saw three mares milling about; making last minute preparations.
The red stallion smiled. He was ready to eat.
When their husband entered the purple cottage, Rarity and Cheerilee were there to greet him with a kiss on each cheek. Fluttershy blushed, watching all this happen as she stood in the kitchen doorway. She felt more comfortable around the other wives, but the yellow mare was still nervous around Big Mac.
“Let me get your yoke,” Cheerilee said as she removed the harness from around Big Mac's neck.
The stallion was about to take his place at the table, when he saw Fluttershy trying to hide herself in the kitchen. The pegasus had hoped that if she didn't say anything, everypony else would forget she was there and start eating without her.
The four ponies gathered around a square table. Fluttershy sat across from Big Mac. Cheerilee was on his left, and Rarity sat to his right. Before them sat a large alfalfa casserole.
“Well, let's get started,” Big Mac said, “Bow your heads. Let us pray.”
“Dear Celestia,” Big Mac began, “We thank you for the (ooh!)”
What Fluttershy couldn't see, was that under the table, Rarity and Cheerilee were each rubbing one of their hind legs along big Mac's stallionhood.
“Oh Celestia,” Big Mac, moaned, trying hard to focus on the prayer, in spite of the stimulation his loins were receiving, “we thank you for the sunrise.”
Fluttershy jumped when she heard a thump sound during the prayer. It caused the water in the glasses to ripple. Unbeknownst to her, the sound was caused by Big Mac's erect cock hitting against the underside of the dinner table.
“And please bless this food,” Big Mac said, sweating, “That it will help us grow big and strong.”
“In Luna's name, Amen.” Big Mac said, through clenched teeth. The stallion then let out a gasp; amazed at his levels of self control.
“Amen,” his three wives echoed. Fluttershy had never heard such an eccentric prayer before in her life.
Big Mac's cock remained hard all through dinner. The pain was excruciating. He desperately needed release.
Soon the three mares came out with three small chocolate bundt cakes. Rarity directed the other mares to sit down to the left of Big Mac. From left to right it was Cheerilee, Fluttershy and Rarity. The first two wives held their cakes in their forehooves, raising them up to where they were just under their chins. Fluttershy saw this and imitated them.
“Big Mac loves my bundt cakes,” Cheeilee said, proudly.
“But darling,” Rarity said in a stilted delivery, “Where's the icing drizzle? It's just not your famous chocolate bundt cake without the icing drizzle!”
Fluttershy had no idea what was going on, but she played along.
During the whole bundt cake conversation, Big Mac had been staring at his wives as he stroked his meat. Hearing the magic words from Fluttershy, the hard stallion stood up from the table. The timid pegasus gasped when she saw Big Mac's mammoth tool. Their husband's cock was pointed directly at them.
“Here's your icing, ladies!” Big Mac said with a grunt as he proceeded to blow his load all over his three wives.
Cheerilee and Rarity giggled like drunken college fillies as the last spurts from Big Mac's balls shot down their throats.
Fluttershy trembled, still holding her cum-covered cake over her face. Big Mac took it from her and set it on the ground gently. Then, lifting up the confused pegasus, the spent stallion gave her a big kiss on the lips. Breaking the kiss, Big Mac looked into her eyes.
Once Rarity and Cheerilee had successfully cleaned each others faces, they looked down at the spunk-speckled chocolate bundt cakes.
Having finishing processing what she just saw, Fluttershy had some questions. Having never been married before, the pegasus just assumed that this was something married people did. That excuse didn't make the experience seem any less gross, though.
“How often do you do this?” Fluttershy asked, dreading the answer.
“What, the cake thing?” Rarity asked, "I suppose never having been with a stallion before, this whole thing must have seemed shocking. Don't fret though, this was just a one-time-only special performance."
“Now if you're wondering about the typical nightly schedule,” Rarity said, pulling out a chart, “Today's Wednesday; Big Mac's conjugal day of rest.”
“Cheerilee and I used to alternate our nights with Big Mac,” Rarity said to Fluttershy, “But now that you've joined us, we've added you to the rotation!”
Under the Thursday for that week there was a big red 'F' that was circled. Friday had a similar red 'C' and Saturday had a red 'R'.
“Oh...my” the yellow mare said, apprehensively.
"And Fluttershy's never been with a stallion before," Rarity said to her sweaty husband, "So you'll be the first to break her in."
After dinner was over, the four ponies went to their respective homes. On Wednesdays, Big Mac slept in his old bed in the Apple family home. The other six nights of the week, he was guaranteed a warm bed to sleep in.
Fluttershy went home and took a long bath, scrubbing her hair clean of jizz. As she sat in the warm water, she thought about her husband's hot, throbbing cock, and lazily began teasing her pussy.
“I don't know,” Apple Bloom said, “Are you sure it's okay for us to have some of Cheerilee's chocolate cake?”
The CMC cut off one large slice to share.
Setting the big slice of cake on the back of a notebook, the CMC ran to a quiet corner of the playground to enjoy their sweet treat. Their young mouths watered as they stared at the moist chocolate cake, dripping with gooey frosting.
"Chocolate apple bundt cake!" Apple Bloom said as she leaned in to take her first bite.
Just then, the two biggest bundts in the whole class walked up: Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.
“What do you blankflanks have there?” Diamond Tiara asked nosily; her lackey Silver Spoon followed close behind her.
"Is that a slice of chocolate bundt cake?" Diamond Tiara said, circling Scootaloo like a shark, "You blankflanks shouldn't be eating such rich desserts. When it makes your butts bigger, your lack of cutie marks will be more noticeable."
The pink bully shoved Scootaloo to the ground as she dragged the slice away from the CMC. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle went to help their friend up.
"I'm doing your a favor," Diamond Tiara said, "You should thank me."
The CMC watched as Diamond Tiara split the cake slice into two pieces and gave one to her friend.
The pink filly made sure all eyes were on her, before she took a big bite. She was determined hype how delicious this cake was, and taunt them for not having any.
"Blech!" the pink pony said, retching, "You twerps tricked me! This cake smells like my dad's underwear drawer!"
Their conversation was interrupted by a lustful groan.Silver Spoon was enjoying her portion of the cake a little too much.
"No!" Diamond Tiara said, curtly. If there was one thing the pink pony would not tolerate, it was giving something of hers away to a pony that wanted it. So, suppressing her gag reflex, Diamond Tiara forced herself to finish her half of the cake, opting to follow through with her plan to make the CMC jealous.
The CMC smiled, they could tell Diamond Tiara was having a miserable time, and they wanted to prolong it.so good."
Silver Spoon had long since devoured her piece of cake and was busy licking the last drops of icing from off the back of the notebook.
Diamond Tiara sat on the ground, looking sick.
The CMC looked at each other. They all had similar thoughts. When Cheerilee comes back and finds out her cake's been tampered with, it won't be their fault.
Cheerilee was on her way back to the school. During recess, she popped into town to pick up a few things for her evening tomorrow with Big Mac.
Walking over to the blackboard, Cheerilee was surprised to find Silver Spoon lying on her back underneath the desk. Her mouth was covered in chocolate. Icing dripped from her nose, and she was crying quietly.
Cheerilee looked down at the filly and, after thinking for a moment about how to react, she smiled.
"With an appetite like that," Cheerilee said, "in a few years you're going to make a lot of colts very happy."
“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.
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.
“Please come in,” Fluttershy said, beckoning her husband inside.
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.
“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.
“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.”
“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.
“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.
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.
Big Mac rubbed his cock head against her pussy lips.
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.
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.
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.”
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.”
“But what's the problem?” Fluttershy asked, “Am I just too small?”
“Then why can't I stretch myself for you?” she asked, on the verge of tears.
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.”
