Big Mac fucks a pile of apples
What's red and tastes great with cum?
Big Mac was not having a good day
As a matter of fact, saying he was having a bad day was an understatement.
He was having a fucking awful day.
First he wakes up with a dick that practically bored a hole into his mattress. Then he tripped going down the stairs when his dick got caught on the first step.
Bruised and battered, he ate breakfast and went to go about his daily farm chores.
Well, he would have. if his dick didn't catch on the hay bales he was currently in the process of stacking.
***
"Okay Mac this... This is probably going to hurt a lot"
...
*Prick*
"Fucking Hell Applejack!"
"It wouldn't hurt so much if you stopped squirming! Celestia damn it, You're a solid two hundred pounds of muscle and you can't handle a fucking hay-splinter to the dick?"
"Eeyup. You grow one and see how it feels!"
"Ah'll take a pass on that." Applejack was sitting in front of her brothers lap, Pulling out the splinters, one by one, from the thick column of meat that belonged to Big Mac.
"Jesus 'Mac" she sighed, "What did you do? Fuck a haybale?"
He growled in reply "No Applejack I did not fuck a hay bale. I was stacking them and I got caught on one."
She giggled and apologized a second after she was struck with a withering glare
"Ah'm sorry 'Mac but that's just too funny! Ah mean, what do you want me to do? Kiss it to make it better?" She fluttered her eyelashes up at him and giggled.
Big mac could only cross his front arms, blush and pout until the last splinter came free
"There you go big guy." She breathed and stood up "All better."
Big mac only huffed and mumbled a "thank you"
Applejack smiled and patted his flank "How's about this? Since this was so very amusing to me, Ah'll take care of the rest of your chores for the day. But! You still have to buck your apple quota. Sound fair?"
Big Mac just grumbled and and nodded while Applejack strode out the door laughing
***
Place buckets, buck tree, collect apples, empty buckets into provided cart, go to the next tree.
So was his life For the next three hours.
By the end of it Big Mac was, for the first time in quite a long time, tired.
Finally, after three full hours, his last tree and by process of elimination. His last four buckets of apples.
Buckets? Lined up. Tree? Currently unbucked, but that would be fixed in short order.
Rearing up on his front legs, he compressed his back like a spring, aimed his hoofsies at the tree and let his back uncoil, his hooves connecting with the tree with a loud smack. All this taking place within the span of about 5 seconds, after which he promptly fell on his side from exhaustion.
'Mac just layed on his side, panting hard as he listened to the plunking of the apples methodically falling into his buckets.
Finally after a few more moments of rest the final apple had fallen into the final bucket, landing rightside up in a neat pile.
Don't think about it too hard.
With a groan and a sigh he got himself back to his hooves. Popping his back in the process.
"Thank Celestia that's finally over. Now ah'll I need to do is get these buckets into the cart. Then ah can go home and jack off or something" He mumbled tiredly.
Bucket meet cart, Bucket two meet cart, Look out number three, Here's the cart!
Finally the fourth and final barrel sat waiting to be emptied.
He approached it. Picked it up in his front hooves, only a few feet away from the cart and closing before...
"Ok... Almost there... Now... Wha- EUGH!"
It was almost as if gravity turned off for a moment and time slowed to a crawl. In the distance a subdued boom could be heard, along with an expanding circle of rainbow.
Through the air, Big mac twirled. The basket of apples flying out of his hooves and missing the cart entirely, instead choosing to roll down the hill the tree was sitting on.
After it was all over, Big Mac could only groan and rub his temples, sore not just in his boy bits but everywhere.
"Ah fuck... I'm done... Celestia strike me down now..."
When he slowly blinked his eyes open he could see why his body was so sore.
He landed, belly flop style, right on top of the pile of apples in his cart.
And that thick column of meat? Nowhere to be seen.
An attempt to get up alerted him to exactly where it was hiding, as a blush slowly crept across his face.
It was lodged into the pile, deep. Grazing the wood bottom of the apple cart.
He tried again to get up, only for the apples below him to shift. Causing the smooth skin of the apples to rub up against his hot and twitching member in all the right places.
Big Mac let out a throaty moan, collapsing flat back onto the bumpy surface as his body started to shake from unreleased lust.
Starting to pant, he shakily stood back up and thrusted downwards, causing a spike of euphoria to go straight up his spine.