It was a beautiful day in Ponyville with everyone walking about, going about their normal lives. It was quiet and serene once again. Everypony knew the peaceful times of Ponyville were brief. At any moment, a random monster would suddenly come barreling out of the Everfree to feast on a few ponies before being defeated by Applejack and her friends. Which was also the reason the orange mare wasn't running the apple cart that day and instead the red stallion she called her brother.
It was a frequent thing now considering all the things that happened in Equestria and this allowed Big Mac to finally get some time off the farm. While he didn't mind bucking apples and helping Granny around the house, it did help to get a day to relax. Selling was easy as everyone was familiar with the products and haggling with a stallion that towered over you was never a wise thing to do. This lead to being rather dull and with his biggest issue being on his feet for hours at a time, which he did on the farm anyways.
His gaze shifted up to the Sun, clocking the time Apple Bloom would finally get out class. It was past its peak and started getting close to the turn towards its mid-afternoon position. Shockingly enough, with his spot, he could see the school building out in the distance. Normally the filly, or well "young mare" as she wished to be called now, would always come rushing out to greet him before running off to something with her friends. After today, finals would be over and the end of her final year would be nearing. He chuckled at the thought of it.
"Time flys by fast." He said to himself.
Apple Bloom used to be able to lay on top of his forearm and now she was a teenager, turning eighteen a few months ago. She was legal now, along with the others of her glass and that worried him a bit. The idea of the filly, which she and her friends would always be in his eyes, were prime to love on ponies in ways he’d rather not imagine. Hopefully, she wouldn’t pop her cherry so close to graduating school. Bloom had been forced to live down the humiliation of that for a while now. A virgin when most of the filly’s had popped cherries and colt’s that had gotten their dicks wet more than a few times, was rather astonishing. Yet, two little fillies, which he could only see as such due to them being the same age as Bloom, had made sure to put her down, even more, when learning of this.
Of course, the source of the teasing would finally be over and she wouldn't need to be tormented by the rich brats on the other side of town. Their teacher, Ms. Cheerilee had lied about not seeing anything when confronted by him, he knew it. The mare always danced around the topic until he or AJ forced the issue. What they got was an excuse made up of stammers and half-baked ideas that should be considered by all as a terrible lie. They knew the mare was scared and all assumed it was because of the funds the little royal pain in the ass' father gave to the school. He spoke to Filthy Rich on a few occasions and while the man was a kind hearted stallion that appreciated their work, but he was rarely ever at home. So, his child would disobey him the moment he stepped foot onto a plane. The Apple Family had briefly thought about talking to the gold digger of a wife before realizing it was not going to change things either.
He gave a small sigh, shaking his head. He knew where these thoughts lead and he didn't need to think about spanking someone else's child, it wasn't his right to do so. Of course, he did know Bloom had gotten some advice from Granny and Granny's advice was always to fight back. Normally it also dealt with using the closest thing within grabbing distance and beat the fear of God into them. AJ and him always told her to run from fights or try to ignore them though their younger sister slowly became more and more distance. Violence would only mean more violence and they would simply have them come back in force.
"We have to simply wait for this to end." He thought to himself just before the school bell rang to signal the end of classes for the day. He turned his head over to the school and soon the students pouring out of the building. It would only be a few minutes until the three fillies "young mares", the thought still assumed him for some reason, would come pass him before heading off.
Then, his attention shifted to a customer.
"One red apple." The stallion said while placing his bits onto the counter.
Big Mac gave him a simple nodded before as he gave the man the apple. Their business over and done, so the customer left and Big Mac placed the bits into his cash register.
"BIG MAC!!!"
He remembered those voices well and from volume alone, he knew something was wrong. His head turned as he expected for the problem to be small, but one look at the girls told him otherwise. Their clothes were ripped in multiple places and bruises all over. They eyes were red and puffy, wet trails of what he could only assume to be tears, and a small layer of dirt that clung to their clothes. Scootaloo even had a black eye along with a bloodied nose. Sweetie Belle looked slightly better, just slightly. She had red marks around her neck along with a few scratches over her cheeks. Both were covered in sweat and given how frantic the two fillies’ breathing was, they had run down to speak with him. They had been in a fight and they lost.
His gaze shifted out to the road behind him, expecting a little yellow earth pony limp her way to him. "Where's Apple Bloom?" He asked the pair, waiting for them to regain their breath.
"Mac...listen...." Scootaloo managed before glancing over to Sweetie Belle as their gazes both shifted to the dirt.
"W-we...couldn't help her...." The stallion felt his heart sink as his mind wandered to the most terrible of things. His gaze shifted over to the school as he saw a crowd had formed over by the side of the building. Bloom was still there! The crowd wasn’t dispersing, so the fight was still going on. The other Crusaders had tried to help fight, but that obviously hadn’t worked out for them.
“It's alright, you two go over Nurse Redheart’s and she’ll take good care of you two. I’ll go get her.” He said before moving past the pair and then moving out into a full out sprint.
"Big Mac no! STOP!!" The two fillies shouted in unison in hopes that their combined voices would finally get the red stallion to stop sprinting down to the school house.
It didn't.
Nothing else mattered to the stallion now. He had to get to his sister. He had to get to her now! In his mind, he knew Granny had been the cause of this. Apple Bloom must have struck Filthy Rich’s brat. Now everyone simply watched her get double teamed, probably with Cheerilee moving far away from the school grounds as possible. No one was going to help his lil Bloom. She’d be left there after her tormentors were down with her. So, he needed to get down there as fast as he could and allow no one to stop him!
Nor did anyone want to as the nearly seven foot tall wall of bulk rushed down the road. The ground started to shake as he zoomed down towards the school. His fear powered speed caused his vision to narrow onto the school and nothing else. Ponies around him were forced to jump out of the way or simply be ran over by what everyone considered to be a red truck speeding down the dirt path.
The closer he got the school, the more he realized how big the crowd really was. It seemed like the entire school was watching the fight. He also noticed a small scrawny pegasus flying above the crowd, constantly changing his position in order to get a better angle. He dipped below the crowd for a few briefs moments simply ascend shortly afterwards. Just moving in a constant spiral though this didn't matter much to Big Mac. He could hear Lil' Bloom cry out in pain. The fear dwelling in his stomach was starting to burn away from his anger. No was doing a thing to help her! The closer he got, he could suddenly hear a chant start to play out.
"RIP IT OFF! RIP IT OFF! RIP IT OFF!" Over and over, he heard them repeat those words. Tears began to well up in his eyes as he pushed himself to go faster! He had to get there before those bitches pleased the crowd. He had to. He simply had to!
His vision narrowed down from the school ground and to the crowd, only the crowd. He had get through the crowd. He had to stop this.
Then, a sudden cheer came from the crowd as a white bra had been tossed into the sky, which had a picture taken by the flying photographer. Big Mac felt empty. His fear came to life and then he was snapped back into focusing on him once he broke through the white fence he had made for the school only a few years before. It was still sturdy despite the time, but the force of a sprinting two hundred and fifty pound stallion was a bit too much for the weather wooden planks that connected two posts together.
The splintering wood shoot forth and the sudden snapping of wood caused the crowd to go silent. Everyone's attention focused on Big Mac as he fell onto his stomach. He slowly stood, his gaze focusing onto the group still. Those in the front started to tremble as he began to move towards him. He was angry, but looked calm. The tension in his body was seen by all. His inhale and exhale helped no one to remain calm. Cheerilee came rushing out, her head frantically shifting between the fence and the crowd, giving a small sigh of relief. Then, she froze and turned.
“B-Big Mac?” She stammered, she suddenly gaining his glare before she decided to not say anything else and headed back into the building. His eyes focused on her as she retraced her steps, head turning slightly every so often to make sure Big Mac wasn’t following her. Her tail frantically twitched behind her. Once the door was closed behind her, things continued the silence awkward silence for a few more moments.
Then, some gave a fake yawn.
"Oh isn't it your big brother Apple Bloom! He has come to save you!" The arrogant and prideful voice of want to be princess said with her lackey chiming in. "Yeah, ain't he your hero?" They taunted as he eyes locked onto them. The young students had made an opening for Big Mac while he focused on Cheerilee, or that’s what he assumed happened. He looked over the pair and he finally saw his sister.
Apple Bloom had been laid out on her back, naked and bare for all to see. She struggled to breathe in her daze. A clear fluid glistened off her mouth, but Mac couldn’t tell what it was for sure. He had a good idea though. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she couldn’t even look at Big Mac, turning her head in shame. The ribbon she used for her bow had been tied around her neck. On top of her were the two little imps. They casually sat on top of her chest and stomach, making it even harder for her to breath. Red marks were littered all over her body.
“So you like our new chair big guy?” Tiara said as she bounced up and down, mashing down on the yellow earth pony’s bruised breasts. A loud cry escaped Bloom, her body squirming a bit underneath the combined weight of two. “She might move a lot, but those sounds she makes?”
The pink mare bit her lip as she pressed flank down hard, easing the beaten filly’s bosom down onto herself. Applebloom screamed for every long drawn out moment that Diamond forced her to endure. His sister’s wounded mounds were forced to compress themselves. The already stinging sensation being magnified a thousand fold from the mere touch simply because added upon be the constant movement. In felt like nails had been forced into her chest and she had been forced to jump up and down, but feeling it all in slow motion. Feeling the pain just last longer that it ever should. The rich filly watched Big Mac as he stood there, shocked by what she had done. What terrified him was how Diamond shuddered as performed her torture on his sister. The brat was enjoying his sister’s agony. How could anypony alive be that cruel?
She licked her lip as she looked at him. He was a fine piece of stallion and she just loved older men. “Just perfect, wouldn’t you agree hero?” She said before finally standing up, allowing him to see his sister’s bright red chest. A small clear smear glistened over her chest as well. His gaze looked over her as he tried to confirm something, but now he was actually looking at Diamond Tiara. The first thing he looked at was her face, but movement caught his eye. Now his eyes drifted down to her chest. It hadn’t helped with a green tie, clashing with her coat and catching his attention, even more, drawing his gaze into her cleavage. The top wasn’t meant for what Tiara was doing with it. Her white collared shirt had five buttons, two of which she had purposefully gone without using, allowing the tall stallion to look at her chest. The slight jiggle she had rubbed against the tie, briefly making him imagine his shaft in between them instead of the tie and even briefly envied it. His gaze shifted down to her black skirt that was far too short for her, barely even covering her flanks. A small trail of clear fluids dripped down her legs, darkening her pink fur and lightening up her black stockings that stopped a few inches away from the end of her skirt, giving him a bit more skin. Her scent flooded his nostrils as she neared him, starting to stir something with him. Something that wasn’t going to help with his shaft already hardening.
“Or maybe you want something you can’t have? Maybe you’re a thief?!” He said as something pressed against his chest. He looked down to see a wooden yard stick, or at least the remainder of it. It had been broken for what he assumed to Apple Bloom’s first strike. Soon his gaze made its over to the mare taking another step closer to him, smirking at him with glint of bad intentions. “So do you want to take a diamond?” She said while pressing herself onto him before pressing her breasts against his chiseled torso, soon feeling her free hand grab his ass.
A quick push shoved her back a few steps, frustrating the filly for a few moments. Only a few as she heard Applebloom cry out in pain. She was being forced to have her flanks up in the air as Silver raised up her lower half, not having any resistance from the defeat Appleboom. Her knees now pressed against her breasts and were forced there as Tiara’s lackey pinned her legs down with own that were wrapped around the yellow earth pony’s folded body. She smiled over to Big Mac, who was slowly moving towards her. He wasn’t thinking about moving and she knew it. She knew he could see where they had placed the other part of the yard stick.
“You like?”
The young mare taunted as her legs clenched down harder onto Applebloom, causing her to scream out once again. She slowly moved her hand onto the piece of the the yardstick that was currently placed in her victim’s snatch. Bloom fought off the tears as she saw her brother, trying her best to seem strong and composed. Yet, each little movement caused her body to ache even more and allowed the wooden stick sink further down into her.
“Oh I like...” She said while smacking Big Mac’s stomach as he tried to move past here, causing him to suddenly pause. His eyes focused on the five foot and seven inched mare, glaring at her like he had down to Cheerilee. Still Tiara smiled and slowly eased her stick down to his own, feeling his cock through his pants.
“If you don’t want a-” The pink filly started before finding a quick backhand from the stallion, causing her to fall onto the ground. A loud smack that echoed through the crowd, making them wince as he moved towards the shocked Silver Spoon.
“How dare you do that to her!” The grey filly said as she finally let his sister go and stood up. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to hit a mare?!”
“They did, but you ain’t a mare. Neither is she.” His head nodding over to Tiara as she picked herself from the dirt. With the aid of the two slits on the sides of her skirt, her one cutie mark. Only one because the other had been covered up with a black mark that Bloom most likely hit with the previously unbroken yardstick.
Silver Spoon stood firm in her position as he walked towards her. Like always, her cotton white mane had been pulled back into a braid that had now fallen in between her shoulder blades. On her face was a powder blue pair of glasses that matched the pearled necklace she also wear. The leather black corset she wore exposed her chest in the same alluring tease as Tiara’s attire gave. The only difference was that the zipper dangled right between her breasts, simply being asked to be pulled. The promise to have the lovely hand filling breasts could be someone’s if they simply pulled down the zipper to see the grey beautiful melons. The promise of the reveal was flanked by crimson groves in the top, angled in a way that it would point down to the filly’s crotch. Covering her sex was a pair of jeans that clung to her form, allowing the colts behind her to see her tight ass without much need to imagine. All the faint lines of her muscles being seen through the fabric, hinting to something the stallion hadn’t noticed. The definition and bulk on her limbs.
They were obvious when one was paying attention, but Big Mac didn’t care about the expanding muscle of a mare readying to push off to launch herself at foe. What little he did see in his quick look over her was more than enough for him, he could feel it become harder to move and become more uncomfortable in his jeans. The big red’s stallion’s attention focused on his sister and how she cried and whimpered behind Spoon. “Move.” Mac demanded as he stood within striking distance of the five nine mare, far out of reach of the stallion that hadn’t even brought up a defense.
His anger was blinding him. He could only see a weak filly in front of him. She wasn’t weak, just not as strong as him. Honestly not many were strong as Big Mac and that power and how it seemed to radiate off his body like heat scared her slightly. She felt her own anger being forced down with curiosity. How strong was he? Was he really strong enough to take her down without taking her seriously?
During this brief moment of thought, Mac assumed her answer and took a step towards her just as he started to bring up his arms. He still had reach over the mare and even with her bulk, just a few hits could put her down. The issue was that Big Mac was expecting a fist fight.
Silver Spoon was smarter than to do something as dumb as that and instead exploited the perfect opening. The tension in her legs were fully released as she shot off towards him, lowering her upper body. The young mare’s legs kept themselves bent in order to avoid the quick jab Mac had sent at her face in reaction to her advanced. His forward movement kept from dodging, soon having the smaller grey filly slam her shoulder into his thick thighs. She wrapped her arms around the stumbling male’s legs to help him fall backwards, even if she couldn’t connect her two hands because of his sheer bulk.
“Can he do it?” She pondered to herself as her hand instinctively ran up the stallion worn down jeans, the color having started to fade from how long he had used them. Her rough fingers felt his bulge and licked her lips as she squeezed onto his growing erection. Still soft, but still bigger than anything she or Tiara had before. They were going to have fun with this, even if he was going to try and fight them.
He had now sat up and began to reach for Silver Spoon who simply smacked his arm away in order to scramble up his monstrous body. Soon her lips were pressed against his and with the stallion’s strong hand grabbing into her breast as he tried to push her off. His forearm was pinned against gut and with her defined torso preventing it from leaving. In a similar fashion, her bulging triceps ensnared his neck as she used her crossed forearms to angle his face in her bust. Still, she could feel him try to shove her away though his pushes were becoming more of a grab by each passing second. His nostrils flared, puffing warm clouds of steam onto her bare chest. He was fighting, thrashing now and she loved it all the more. With their closeness, she could feel his body through their clothes. She could feel his muscles flex against her own toned body. The friction and warmth that slowly built in between them. Soon her legs wrapped around his torso and angled back to bend him over though sacrificing his arm instead.
Big Mac’s hand lightly pressed against the dirt as he tried to steady himself though Silver Spoon had been in the perfect position to dry hump him. She rocked her hips, feeling his cock grow more and more against her. Soft lustfilled moans escaped her as she fantasized about him and what she could do with him. Then, in his ear he heard a soft whisper.
“You’re going to be ours, just like your bitch of a sister.” He heard the pink imp say behind him as she pressed her chest on him, wrapping her arms around him to make sure to fully exploit his position. “I always wanted a good sex slave. Never thought it would be mom’s old fuckbuddy though.” Tiara’s hands now slipped down to his groin and with Spoon suddenly freezing in place before loosening her legs’ hold on him. He wanted to take advantage and fight them off, but he could barely breathe anymore. His face was buried in Silver’s breasts and her arms were bulging right next to his throat. His lust was destroying whatever concentration he had left. Then, he heard a zipper be undone and suddenly he felt something grab his cock.
A small tug lead his cockmeat to be fully exposed to the two fillies, having the flying photographer take a close up for the shot of his pride before fluttering off. Soon he was yanked over to the side, having him finally be free from the grappler. He gasped for air and looked up with his eyes adjusting to the sunlight shining around him. Meanwhile, his body was being forced to lay him on his back and with his legs spread open.
Silver Spoon kneeled in between her legs, Celestia's light shining over her glasses and preventing him from seeing her eyes. He tried to sit up, but his shoulders were pinned down by a pair of familiar hands. "No, it's her time to have some fun with you." The pink imp stated before patting his cheek, earning her a soft glare.
His rod tingled softly as Silver Spoon rested his tool against her stomach. It wasn't rough, but a gentle hand trying to wrap around his thick cock. A bright red blush had formed over the experimenting mare's cheeks as she pressed her sex against his own, soon bringing up her hips.
He could feel the warmth of her juices being smeared on the underbelly of his cock over and over again. With each little hump, the grey mare raised her hips ever so slightly higher. A low drawn out moan escaped her as she continued climbing his mountain of a cock feeling the pulsating flesh against her wet pussy. While she steadily climbed, Big Mac felt her juices slide down his shaft. The clear fluids easing their way down his shaft, bathing it with her love juices and finally pooling down on his balls. The cum inside of him began to churn, slowly moving up his shaft as climax rushed forward.
The slight shudder she had every so often had him gasp as the new movement threw off his concentration. He was already breathing heavy and while seeing the evil grin of Tiara helped steel his resolve, it mattered little with Silver Spoon as she finally reached his cock's peak. Her opening was like a waterfall and had his erection drenched in moments. The filly's steady hand kept his throbbing cock still as she began to bounce over his shaft. Each little bounce teased penetration before denying it, over and over again.
Heaven was being denied. The feeling, the end of the
The suction of her folds pulling him in one moment before being moved away in another. It was maddening. He was so close, he could feel his cum swelling inside of his balls as she tried to prepare to put him inside of her.
A low groan escaped him as he gave a small thrust against her, pushing a piece of himself into her by sheer accident. A thing of pre spurt its way into the filly as her heat was simply unbearable, radiating all around Big Mac's cock. His thickness worked against him now as her pussy contracted to push him out, simply adding to the tightness and wetness pushed down into him.
Diamond Tiara started to count. "Three...two...one...."
Before he could ask the obvious question, Silver Spoon slammed her hips down into his own. His cock spasmed inside of her, threatening to burst inside of her instantly. Oh Celestia, that heat. It was radiating all over him now, choking it with its fluids. "H-he didn't cum." Silver admitted as her pussy quiver over his cock, not even close to coming to something his size though loving it all the same.
"And?" I told you could ride him until you were content and I know you're not content, so ride the hillbilly!" Tiara looked down at him as Big Mac snorted puffs of smoke from his nostrils, smiling down at him as Silver rested her hands into his stomach. He had to endure this, he had to.
Her internal muscles clamped down onto him with renewed vigor and she bounced over his cock. Her toned flanks slamming down on his massive balls as she began to speed up, going faster than he could deal with. He could feel his hips naturally raise to meet her own as he lost himself to his lust, but they were constantly being smacked down the instant their hips met. His force weaker than her own. His mad frenzy being calmed by her own.
Her velvety walls grew hotter by the second, feeling like the Sun burned inside of her snatch. It clamped down like a vacuum seal, seeming to pull his hips up even ever she ascended up his cock. I-It was too much. It was too much for the larger stallion, he couldn't keep up. All he could do is endure this!
Mac closed his eyes and heaved out puffs of steam from his nostrils as he forced himself to last. His entire body bulging out as he exerted himself beyond what thought capable. He had to last! Yet, his body wanted to let loose while his mind demanded it didn’t.
The stallion's balls had his load ready to be fired already. Each little movement melting down his stone hard resistance into magma. Red hot magma for the boiling water that encased his shaft. While the heat rose, so did his seed. It rapidly rose despite Mac's best attempts to keep it down. His massive prick simply trembling as Mac’s body arched back. Sweat poured down his body as his mouth opened up to pant and groan for the filly on top of him.
His cock ached as he tried to keep control over it, finding his control over it waning by the second. His mind couldn’t focus on anything, but her riding him. No terrible image could make him put this feeling out of his mind.
The stallion needed to find a way not to allow the ravenous hole to gorge on his cum. Yet, no matter what resolve he had. He couldn't escape this, he couldn't fight this feeling anymore. She was yanking his cum away from his body, each muscle that he forced to fight her. Her tough, overwhelming cunt easily convinced his body to disobey his commands. He had no control of this anymore.
“Fuck, if you’re going to cum faggot, then let everyone see it!” The grey filly screamed as she slowly pulled her waist up, giving one violent squeeze on his shaft that not only sent him over the edge, but flying. Slow and painful as pulled up higher.
His cum shot spewed inside of Silver Spoon, erupting out of pussy and seeping down onto his waist. She slowly pulled off, allowing his spunk to spurt out onto his body after each string of cum shoot out. His shaft was drenched in his thick cum, barely even see the red rod of flesh with all the cum coating it.
Pictures were taken of him and his tired expression as she unloaded.
Yet, she didn't stop. She had more in store for him. He could feel her pussy manage to the impossible. She slammed down onto him with a vicious clench down onto his expanded cock. In an instant, he found himself spurting more than he had ever done before. His jizz geysered inside of her, exploding out of her sex as she sat on is waist once again.
"Mac, I thought you were a stud, not a little bitch. Ten seconds and you're already gushing?" Diamond shouted, gaining a few laughs from the crowd while he struggled as his orgasm began to calm down. Only a few more spurts. It was odd how much geysered out of him and rapidly turn into a trickle, but he knew it was only because of how much he had tried to fight. The moment she pried his load from him, what had been compacted into his tip was shoved out with little else of his load left afterwards.
After his massive eruption, Silver Spoon quickly began to slow down. It wasn't for his sake, but her own. She wanted to feel his cum churning in her. The feeling of his thick white goo sloshing around inside of her folds gave her goosebumps, warming up her body more than it had been a few moments before. It made her body tingle all over, numbing her mind slightly.
Big Mac's vision started to blur again. He felt a moment of rest, even it was only partial. Silver Spoon gripped his cock hard, squeezing down on it softly as she grinned against his body. The pressure in his loins began to rise again, his cock answering as her hips called for it. It had a semen cocktail it need to feed those greedy pink lips.
“Fantasy time.” Diamond said to her friend as her hand grabbed onto her corset’s zipper and slowly pulled it down. Big Mac couldn’t see the slow reveal as the pink imp’s body shielded it from his eyes. Strangely, the sound of hearing it instead left his imagination doing more for him than the actual sight of her perfect breasts.
He couldn’t help, but look. They bounced slightly as Silver peeled off the rest to the whistles to colts and fillies watching. She possessed bulk and tonnage to make them even more impressive. Yet her chest was just large enough for his hand.
“No restraint at all.” The voice all too familiar to him as his felt his hand wrapped around something soft. His eyes drifted down to see his hand wrapped around the school girl’s breast. It filled his large hand and with some excess to it. The extra flesh pushed up between his fingers and with nipples pressing against his palm.
He pulled his hand away quickly before it was yanked back by Silver Spoon. “No, its Fantasy Time and you will fullfill my fantasy.” Her voice being soft, but a power radiated from it. While he tried to pull away, she overpowered his weak body.
She pulled her legs back in order to get off his waist, his tip being forced to stay in as she placed her knees right behind his rear. Spoon’s inner walls held onto his shaft and kept in place.
Once she was in position the schoolgirl, leaned over him. A bright red blush shining through her grey coat as she placed her free hand onto his calf, squeezing down with a loving roughness. Soft, but desire forcing a harder grip. He could feel the strong muscles being pressed down as she held down even tighter.
Big Mac wasn’t familiar with this position, not one that had his cock angled back and with the mare leaning over him like she was the stallion instead of him. Then, she started to rock her hips.
Now he felt it.
Now he felt everything being pulled away from him.
Now he felt that he was truly weak.
His power was being yanked away from him as Silver Spoon fucked him. It couldn’t be called riding anymore. The cock she was playing with was no longer his, it was hers. Their genders had been reversed. The stallion was plowing her mare with her dick. A horny stallion that had lusted over the mare was now going to do anything for her fantasy.
Big Mac could feel his stallion’s inner walls clamp down onto him with a strength he never thought possible. If the cock hadn’t been so thick, he was sure it would have been crushed by Silver Spoon. Each movement forced a loud cry as he felt both pain and pleasure destroy him. The young stallion was being too rough on him and yet he loved all the same.
If his stallion pulled back, his hips moved up along with hers and if she slid down then his rear smacked against the dirt beneath him as she took all of it. She didn’t dare go slow anymore, gripping down onto his hand to the point he felt as it would simply break in her grasp.
Her motions were too fast for him anymore. His entire lower body bounced as he felt what was once his cock try to fight. He felt it throb with veins he didn’t know it had start to bulge out. It trying its hardest to keep the white substance it contained inside. Just holding on like an open screen door in a tornado. His seed, or well what was once his seed, now splattered as their hips collided.
The former stallion’s hips moved on the whim of Spoon’s desire. That hole clamping down on his cock meat, that it might as well been it apart of it now. Now it belonged in that deep dark pink hole that wanted nothing more to drain the slightly deflated pair of cumholders in between Mac’s legs. Soon the transfer was going to be complete. Soon his strength would flood her like a tidal wave. He could feel it, the last thing that hadn’t finally stolen from him was being dragged to the forefront of his sexual destruction.
His tip flared out and pre spurted in her with the force of an orgasm, poisoning his efforts to hold on to the cliff that was his restraint. A cliff that he wanted to fall off of more and more as the seconds crawled through despite the mare moving in a flurry of motion.
He wanted this to stop, but at the same time, he didn’t. Mac could feel the eyes of the entire crowd being focused on him and Silver, on him and his superior. If there were insults thrown he couldn’t hear them over his own moans.
The red stallion struggled, faintly. His muscles just pushed far beyond his limits. He couldn’t withstand it all. His body felt hot all over, causing his mind to dull even more. The pressure grew far past his ability to control. He knew that it was only a few more moments and he’d cum again.
She could feel his body quake before her, just like the others. His twisted face was as pitiful as the others, no where near her caliber. A disappointment, but he seemed cute while he tried to fight.
“Cum!” She commanded as she hilted his former tool and gave one strong clench to send him flying over the edge again.
Then, he felt it. Then, he felt his limit being reached again. He felt his waist raise up to ensure his stallion’s hole could have it fill from the tap. The thick white magma splattered out like a mare squirting over a massive cock, Big Mac squealed and quivered as he felt the sensations flood through him. He found his hand grabbing down onto Silver’s breast even harder than before, threatening to pop the luscious orb under his tight grip.
Like the first load, it was quickly quelled though the containers that held them were mostly shriveled up now. More cum was placed into Silver Spoon than what remained. Big Mac’s vision blurred for a moment before refocusing onto the panting Silver Spoon. She smiled with a soft, but eager energy pouring out of her now. He was near his limit and she was just getting started, but had a feeling none had come close to him yet.
In the corner of his eye, he saw Applebloom. What was her reaction to her big brother being defeated and fucked like a mare right in front of her eyes?
Unfortunately, Diamond Tiara saw his little glance. With her sneer returning, she yanked on his mane. A quick and rough jerk and his eyes locked onto Bloom. It pained him to look at his sister looking like that.
Tears streamed down his sister’s cheeks, hitting the ground as she covered up her face in shame. “Those runts couldn’t help her and neither could you.” Diamond shouted in his ear to make sure that her words echoed in his ears rather than being some other taunt that was lost on him.
“Come on Maccy, at least try. I’m starting to get bored.” The grey filly cooed as she waited for his reaction. She felt her heartbeat quicken slightly as she waited for something to stir in him. She wanted to see his last push and she if he was even worth keeping
His vision started to blur now. His mind was being pulled into the moment and nothing else. He had to fight though. If not for his pride, then for his sister.
He tried to work against his stallion, trying prop himself up in order to scoot his way out. Yet, when he tried to move, he found himself unable to. His limbs had been sucked for all their strength, all through the dick that used to belong to him and into the insides of the younger pony.
His eyes locked onto Apple Bloom, who simply shook her head as she saw him struggle. Those eyes that pleaded for this to end, for this nightmare to end. Not for her brother to be destroyed by one of her bullies and humiliated by the other.
His eyes locked onto Silver Spoon as a spark of strength burned inside of him. A slow and long inhale as he added fuel to his flame, knowing it wasn’t enough. Nothing he had could topple the schoolgirl that now owned his cock, but he was still conscious and if he was still conscious, he could try something.
His other hand rose, shakily up to the mare that was destroying him. His palm was quickly yanked even closer by the mare herself, the soft breast filling up his hand like the other.
“Damn Mac, already giving in? Right in front of your little sis too? I’ve seen these little shits do better than you.”
The stallion exhaled as his eyes met with the mare that had his cock hilted inside of her, practically claiming it now. He could see her lust burn inside of her like an inferno, engulfing each and every inch of her body. He could feel her warmth radiate of her, it was almost as if she was in heat though the lack of the obvious scent told him otherwise.
The plan was simple. Just get her to roll over and pull out, nice and slow as if he was trying to go in deep. He after that, he didn’t plan to get free. Right now, it was just comforting Bloom. He had to be near her. He had to be with her, whatever was left of his mind wanted to comfort his sister. What kind of big brother would he be if he couldn’t do that?
Surprisingly it didn’t take much to do the roll, Silver Spoon have willingly go with his movements. Once she was on the ground and Mac’s hands shifted away from her body, hearing a soft moan as she shuddered beneath him.
Mac inhaled slowly as he poured his strength into his twigs he called arms. So weak, so close to just collapsing. He could feel his arms burn worse than ever before, but it didn’t matter. Right now, he only to free himself. He had pull out and get to Bloom.
His hips pulled back, soon finding the cumfilled hole to still be tight. Each inch, no half inch? He couldn’t tell anymore. It was just hellish bliss. A little more of his strength, his flame being forced to calm as those walls sucked him in and making him fight for anything he pulled out.
So much power being stolen from him. Did he have enough? Was he strong enough?
The cool air blowing across his bare shaft sent chills through his whole body. His nostrils flared as he continued to pull. His teeth grinded against each other while all his muscles bulged from the strain.
How could a filly be so tight? How could anyone be so tight? How could they work him so good?
Each inch that was exposed to the air was screaming at him, just begging to go back in. It was heaven inside of her. The sensations tingled over his cock, faintly reminding him of what he was missing. He had to pull, he had to get out. He had to get free.
He missed the pink lips that wrapped around his shaft, flexing all over was still trapped. His gaze shifted to Bloom. He needed more fuel for the flame. Yet darkness was creeping into his vision already.
“No.”
The word snapped him out of his focus and suddenly found a pair of toned legs wrapped around his torso. His heartbeat quicken as realized what was happening. Those crisscrossed legs pushed him back down as a pair of arms wrapped around his neck to pull his lips down to their owner.
“No one pulls out of this pussy, especially not some wanna be stud.”
Slowly he was being pulled in, his body jerking side to side in a desperate attempt to break free. His veins bulged out all over as he struggled for freedom. The grey chains and collar were pulling him down. Mac’s flesh versus the filly’s rock hard limbs, there was no contest. He had nothing to fight her with. It was like quicksand, the more he struggled, the harder she pulled him in.
Then her hole sucked him down with more intensity than he ever felt before. His pelvis being sucked in with a heat he never imagined possible. His final climax was nearing all too quickly now. His flame was being put, no it was gone now. He had nothing left to give, but even with nothing he fought his winless battle.
The pleasure being sent into overdrive as the mare set out to overpower him. His body began to grow numb and the darkness in the corners of his eyes began to grown. His girth being smothered in those powerful pink lips, sucking on his shaft as it waited for its last meal from him.
“No. Please no.” He thought as felt his lips pressed against the filly’s warm pair. His mouth opening as he released a moan, soon finding a tongue shoved into his mouth to muffle his noises. The inches he pulled out was nearly all resheathed inside of the mare in a fraction of the time for him to pull it out.
Tears began to fall down cheeks as felt the last bit of restraint fade from him. He could feel the pressure in his loins grow be too much one last time. Mac couldn't handle this next one and he knew it. He was being forced to cum from a small grey filly that had a crush on him.
“Three…” The pink imp said.
“It's fine Big Mac. You just weren't good enough is all. If you want more than I'm sure I can knockout you again.” Silver said into his ear.
“Two…”
He heard whispered into ear before the last piece of him hilted inside of the mare and signaling the last piece of his defeat.
“One.”
Silver Spoon’s inner walls pushed the seed pent up inside of the massive stallion above her towards the tip, allowing that space to relax. She had left one little space of breathing room, just one thing that would allow him to keep struggling. He was cute and could actually be worth her time for another round. She would have to think about it though. Right now, she forced him to look into her eyes.
His nostrils flared and his eyes puffy. He was barely breathing properly and his body glistened with sweat. His body was broken, but she still saw an ember. A little ember that she planned to have fun with another time.
She then tightened around him fully and letting her suction squeeze him hard enough that he thought his flared shaft was going to be crushed. One last eruption of cum flooded her pussy, being swallowed effortlessly as his back arched violently while it was rocked by an earthquake of a climax.
Soon his sack was empty, just a thin layer of skin with nothing else. His vision blacked out completely and his body finally gave up on him, collapsing onto Silver Spoon with a heavy thud.
The crowd cheered at the finale and the torment of Apple Bloom continued.
