Octavia took a deep breath in. The cool night air was crisp, but like all the air at Sweet Apple Acres, it was tinged by the smell of apple juice. It was to be expected of course, as the orchard was beyond successful, in part because it managed to produce thousands of apples a year.
The smell was especially noticeable to her, as she’d spent many nights memorizing the smell. Not because she had simply walked through the orchards, but because the smell clung to the family member. It was slightly different for each, sure. Applejack smelled just like the air, while Apple Bloom must have spent too much time with rotten ones, as her scent was always a little sweeter, but acidic.
And then there was the addition of sweat that she put in it subconsciously. The drops that became ice in her veins, and a fire in her nethers.
Big Macintosh’s scent. The last one she should ever smell, but the first she sought anytime she was back in Ponyville. It drew her in, called to her, lit a fire unlike any other within her prim and proper core, and…
Octavia glanced down at her suitcase, her eyes blinking rapidly as a bit of dust got into them. She was just going to stop by, say hello, take care of her business, and then leave. Just like… just like every other time.
She broke through the treeline, now able to see the homestead of the Apple family. The barns, the house, its silos, she’d been to them all. Nowadays though, she only came to the house. It was only when she was at her worst that she went anywhere else, and she usually left wanting to throw up.
Of course, she never did. Every time she went on tour, like these past two months, she told herself that she’d never come back to this place. She never would never act on those words. Big Mac was a pony she would never think about. A remnant of her past that would just stay there.
She never did though, Octavia thought as she pulled a key from her pocket. Big Mac always meant to take it from her. Stop her from coming when she needed him. He never did though, because he was just as weak. He even made up excuses to sleep by himself for her. How disgusting could a pony be?
Then again, she’d been the one who’d called her romance a passing phase. The mare who thought that the weird DJ was just satisfying a passing curiosity. So what was the harm? They were best friends. Sure, they’d tried dating a few times, but it was never right. They found a different satisfaction in each other.
Of course, she thought as she opened the door to Big Mac’s bedroom, that was the harm. You weren’t supposed to need others. You weren’t supposed to think of them ravaging you when you were in bed with another. When you said “I do,” that was supposed to be it. Nopony else, just them.
Octavia took a small breath in, clearing her mind with it. It wouldn’t do her any good to dwell on those thoughts at the moment. They hadn’t stopped her for almost three years now, why would they stop her tonight? It just made her leave unsatisfied, and so she would be back sooner, and that was the last thing she wanted.
No, she would enjoy herself, just like every other time.
Fwump.
Big Mac’s breathing paused for just a moment as he heard the sound. He knew she was coming back tonight, so he hadn’t been able to sleep too deeply. Not while his mind had waged war with itself. One part of him had wanted him to go bed his wife in the other room, make this impossible for this all to happen, but the part that dragged him here hadn’t even twitched at the suggestion. Instead, it was the reason the picture frame next to his bed was turned over, and a gold ring sat on it.
He could hear Octavia’s hooves as they made their way quietly across the floor. For a moment, he remembered when they were younger. It was a secret to everypony that they’d ever slept together, and back then she’d learn to walk quietly so as to not wake anypony else up.
That had always been their arrangement, hadn’t it? She would risk having to come all the way here, and getting to him, but in return, they did this in his house. Not that the location entirely mattered. If they were ever caught, it would be all over. They both knew this even. They loved their partners too much to lie if they were asked directly how many times they’d done this, so they could never let that happen.
Big Mac’s ear twitched as he heard Octavia put her own band next to his. His fingers were too large to allow them to mix the two up, but it always felt like poor taste to put them together like that. It was almost as if they were mocking the very things they had with the action, because in any right world, he would be married to Octavia.
But he didn’t feel that way about her. The main thing he ever felt towards her was the thing that was slowly causing his cock to unsheath itself. He could feel it extend down his leg. Octavia was petite, a beauty in every way, and she’d been the first to ever face his girth without fear. Nowadays, no one could handle it as well as she could. Not after all of her practice.
Big Mac frowned slightly as he heard her slip under his covers. No, he felt more towards Octavia than just that. He’d helped her hundreds of times through problems, and she’d done the same for him. In fact, no matter how many times they said they couldn’t see each other, they still went to the other for support.
But, they also ended every one of those conversations with sex. It was unavoidable. One of them would touch somewhere they shouldn’t, and it would be on. And, as Big Mac felt her hands go along his thighs, he knew this was technically his last chance to stop her.
Technicalities didn’t matter anymore though, not when their cravings made there be no chances. When they were together, there was only one outcome.
Octavia’s lips came against the tip of Big Mac’s member. It was already halfway down to his knee, but she knew it would get longer. She wished she could blame his size for her desire for him, but she never felt like that was the most appealing thing. In fact, she never could place that. Then again, if she could, maybe she could stop this.
Instead, she continued with her practiced movements. A slide along the top of his cock, a peck over his balls, before letting her bare breasts hugged his shaft. It was humiliating to think that she would never leave him without this much, not when feeling him from her collarbone to her the bottom of her chest exhilarated her so.
She slid herself along him for a few more moments, a light moan escaping her lips as she oved. Every twitch and spasm of the now fully erect cock made it push against her rather impressive chest. In turn, every movement of her brought friction to the twitching dick. When it began to leak, just like her own nethers, she shivered from the slick liquid that slid along her body.
It left a trail right down the middle of her. It coated the sides of her breasts, and in turn was pushed back onto the cock. It’d take more than this nowadays to make him cum, sure, but it always thrilled her to feel how much he enjoyed her body still. It was confirmation that her drug wasn’t gone.
However, the two didn’t do things like blowjobs anymore, or twice overs. No, their hearts didn’t allow them. So, instead of putting her hands to her breasts, and letting the beast that was against her come up to be licked and suckled, she moved her entire body up. Every inch of her felt that hard cock twitch and spasm against her, wanting more than what it was getting. Wanting what it knew was coming.
And, almost unceremoniously, it slid into her pussy a moment after it reached it. It wasn’t much, just the tip, but it spread Octavia open, forcing another small moan out of the composed mare. Sweat dripped off of her as her legs pushed her up, her greedy groin keeping itself wrapped around Big Mac’s tip as if it couldn’t live without it. In a way, she supposed, it was correct.
Big Mac reached up, noticing just the slightest wince on his drug’s face. It made sense. They hadn’t been together in a while, and he was still considered large as far as stallions were considered. He never rushed her though, in memory of the close friendship they had… That they still had.
His hands slowly cupped her chest, and he let out a small groan as she began to slide herself down. She was as tight as ever, never stopping her workouts so that she kept her figure, no matter what happened in her life. It was something that had at one point amazed the two of them, but now just helped speed this along.
Big Mac’s thumbs came up, pressing down on Octavia’s nipples, pushing them down hard. He could feel the tremor run through her body from the tease, and she was suddenly all the way down his shaft, her legs having failed her as an orgasm ripped through her body. There was once a time when her sensitivity to him made him try to be superior about all of this. That he wasn’t in the wrong when he only came once.
Unfortunately, he still let this happen, and whenever he saw her, he felt his one time be retriggered. It was really just that she could leave before he needed more, while she was willing to stay and satisfy him too, before he sought her out.
He let out another grunt as his hips slammed upwards instinctually, tired of letting the mare do all the work. They wanted to make sure they were as deep as possible, and her nethers called for them to reach further. It felt amazing, and looked almost as good. If it weren’t for his hands, her breasts would be bouncing almost up to her face while his cock inflated her stomach slightly.
Instead, while his throbbing member pushed against her skin, stretching her insides, his hands continued to cup her bouncing bosom. Just like Big Mac was considered the peak of stallion physique, Octavia was similar. Slender hips, wide thighs, and large breasts that had a nice, smooth curve, small nipples that easily came out to play, and never seemed to sag. They truly were beautiful.
As he felt his cock begin to throb and spasm, delivering more and more of his viscous liquid into her womb, a show of what was to come, his hands clung to her breasts. They seemed sized just for him, his large work hands barely able to make their way around her heaving chest. With every shift and change in his grip, he knew his calloused palms teased her relentlessly, made worse by knowing just where to put his fingers as they dug into her vulnerable flesh.
It was disgusting, and the big thing that made him realize that he was just as depraved as her. Despite the fact that she no longer screamed like in their youth, he couldn’t live without forcing her small squeaks and moans, even if just that made him fear about waking up his wife. If he didn’t cause them with a brutal fuck from time to time though, he would start imagining them. They’d be at the back of his head, and all he could hear while she danced in front of him if he tried to get rid of the erections the ghosts caused.
And so, this was the only way to fix it. He almost didn’t even care about cumming himself. He needed to, sure, but it was only a little better than when he flooded his wife with his seed.
No, as he emptied his balls, it wasn’t the hot, thick cum mixing with her own aroused fluids that made him want to cum inside of her. It was every part of the show that came with it. The view he would never tire of. How her belly gained the slightest, cutest bulge from his cum, or how her back would arch back far enough to let her breasts point to the sky.
It was her keening scream as her whole body shook that beat them all though. It was almost better than when she would have to bite something if she didn’t want to wake the whole farm. It was also something he heard in her voice every time they spoke, even if he knew it was impossible.
Octavia panted as his cock slowly slid out of her, her legs barely working as she pushed herself off of Big Mac. She tried to slide gracefully off the bed, where her sweat and his seed would be easier to clean, but it ended up as a clumsy collapse as she fell to the ground.
For a moment, everything was silent except their combined panting. Both sets of eyes were on the door, waiting to hear something. Waiting for it all to go wrong. Waiting for their greatest fears to come true.
It didn’t come tonight though. Nopony heard the thud but the two of them, who quickly looked to each other, before looking away. Octavia said nothing as she moved, knowing she didn’t need to. Big Mac knew she would have something to make sure she didn’t get pregnant, simple birth control today, and she knew he would get everything cleaned up.
What they were both there to do was done now though, and she had to go.
She only slipped on her shirt, loosely buttoning it up before slinking towards the door. Her coat was dark enough to make somepony think she was in dark pants from a distance, but her bare breasts would give her away. She also didn’t want to spend another second there though, as she had other things to do before she could finally go home. At least, so long as she didn’t want to smell like she’d just had wild sex.
Still, as she opened the door, her eyes couldn’t help but glance back. It hurt to look at him, but it was something her body wanted. It wanted to be able to sit and talk to her friend. To wait for him to be ready again, and to have its way with him.
The same thing that Big Mac thought as his head turned slightly so he could see her in his peripheral and take in his friend’s barely covered body.
However, with the practiced force of will that comes with doing it a thousand times, the two turned away from the other, leaving the other in darkness as that door closed, and they were left to try to focus on making sure this didn’t happen again for as long as they could.
But still feeling the twitch of excitement that confirmed that it would indeed happen again.
