Author's Note

Fetishes Contained In This Chapter:
- Masturbation
- Cum Fetish

Tempting Times

Big Mac wasn’t surprised that he had gotten a letter from Pinkie Pie. He was used to getting letters all the time for Cuteceañeras and birthday bashes hosted by the pink party pony. He usually had to decline the invitations because of the work that constantly needed to be done on the farm surrounding the apple harvest. After all, a farmer’s work is never done, and with one sister out saving the world every other week, the other going to school to learn what she needed to succeed in this world, he usually worked alone. He knew he wanted to attend the parties and meet the eligible ladies of Ponyville, but he just hadn’t had the time.

So seeing how this was a few weeks into the winter season, he was excited to attend any party or get-together he could. When he picked up the mail that morning and saw the distinct streamer-laden stamp he knew that there was a good chance of a get-together. A smile perked up on the work-horse’s face when he got into the house and dropped the mail on the dining room table.

“Now what’s that there?” Granny Smith perked up, jumping awake from the sound of the letters hitting the table.

“Just the mail, Granny,” Big Mac responded, separating Pinkie’s letter from the other two he had flopped down. “Look’s like Apple Rose sent you a letter.” He picked up the letter before trotting over to Granny Smith and handing it off.

“That’ll be her weekly update of everyone at Golden Harvest Ranch,” Granny replied, slowly opening the letter. “I hope they got control of their fruit bat troubles.”

“Eyup,” Big Mac said, walking back to the letter from Pinkie. Only when he took the time to fully read the front did he notice that the letter was addressed to him, not the entire Apple Family. “Hmm,” he mumbled, gripping the top of the letter in his mouth. Pressing a hoof at the bottom he skillfully tore the top neatly off and let the letter itself slide out, a pink heart-shaped wafer falling out alongside it. Setting it aside for a second, he read through the contents of the letter.

Heya Big Mac,

It’s Pinkie. I haven’t seen you around in a while and I figured I’d send a letter your way to see if you were still interested in having that date you proposed a while back. I figured since you guys were all done with the harvest and with AJ and all the girls out solving friendship problems we could get some... private time... if you know what I mean. ;)

Meet me tonight at Sugarcube Corner. I’ve got some recipes I’d love to try and I’d need your help with them.

See You Soon!

-Pinkie Pie

P.S. The heart is some special candy just for you. Hope you love it! <3

Big Mac gave a chuckle at the letter. It had been quite some time since he and Pinkie had tried to date last. He remembered waking up the next day in bed with the cute party animal. The night had been such a blur, and the alcohol certainly didn’t help the farmer’s memory. Despite his quiet nature, he clicked with Pinkie’s opposing and constantly hyper one. He looked forward to meeting the pony again, only hopefully being able to remember the date this time.

Putting the letter back down on the table, he looked over to the candy heart still lying there. Leaning over, he gave the heart a sniff and could almost feel the sugar rush simply from the smell of it. Sticking out his tongue, he picked up the small sugar confectionary and with a swift couple of crunches, the heart crumbled into sugary nothing in his mouth. The sweetness overloaded his tastebuds for a few seconds and as he swallowed the heart, he felt a tingle rush through his body, coursing from his tongue all the way to his tail.

As the surge rushed through him, a sudden warmth flooded his nether regions. A completely new feeling of arousal hit him as he suddenly realized that he was in mixed company. His stallionhood pulsed and grew with his speeding heartbeat, sweat forming on his brow. He hadn’t had sudden urges like this since his teenage years. Quickly, he looked back to Granny Smith who luckily was still reading over her letter.

“Granny,” Big Mac commented as casually as he could, his massive penis threatening to show itself at any moment. He took a quick gulp before continuing. “I’m going to head upstairs and grab myself a quick bath before I head out.”

“Yeah yeah,” Granny Smith said, still absorbed in her letter. Big Mac merely nodded before glancing around the room to make sure nobody was about to pop in on him in such a delicate situation. His shaft was now starting to poke out of his sheath and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He could feel heat coursing through his massive testicles, almost as if he were preparing to take on a mare in heat.

“Oh, Big Mac,” Granny said, stopping him dead in his tracks at the bottom of the stairs. He stood frozen, his penis now fully erect underneath him. He could feel the tip brushing his stomach and knew that if Granny looked his way there was no way he could talk his way out of the situation. “Don’t use up all the hot water again. My creaky old bones can’t stand the cold stuff like they used to.”

“E-eyup,” Big Mac responded, the tip of his cock quivering against his fur. He swore he had never been this aroused before. He could feel a pressure building in his plump nutsack, constantly growing with each step he took. He nearly flew up the stairs, feeling as if he had a potential cannon growing beneath his haunches.

He hit the top of the stairs like a lightning bolt and zipped towards the bathroom, struggling to keep his cool. Every step he took, his massive member swayed in the cool air and every sway brought on an onslaught of tremendous feelings. He could feel the precum dribbling from his cock and was biting his lip as the doors flew past him. He just needed to make it to the tub.

With only a few steps to the door, he slowed himself down, his penis lightly rubbing up on his stomach once again. He could actually feel his balls churning and they felt heavier than they ever had before. Before he could stop himself, a small grunt escaped from his lips, his mind melting with the buildup of pleasure. He knew he needed to get inside the bathroom at the very least before he let go. If he gave in now, there was a good chance someone might catch him cleaning up his mess.

Finally reaching the bathroom door, he kicked it ajar and ran over to the tub, slamming the cold water faucet on. With his vision blurring, the feeling of it all overcoming him, he managed to push the door closed before leaping into the tub, letting the water stream hit his back. The sudden chill of the not-yet-warm water tingled his spine and he finally succumbed to the dirty feeling.

With a loud moan, he let his load go, pumping his semen into the tub and into the drain. He twitched, opening his eyes to watch as wave after wave of semen shot from his tip, more than he had ever seen come out, even during the dry spells of his early years. He felt the sticky, warm liquid hit the back of his legs and watched as it started to coat the bottom of the tub. Standing for a second, he twitched as the last few expulsions overcame him, panting at the amount of energy that he had just released.

Suddenly, his body felt too heavy to hold up and he slowly laid down awkwardly in the tub, not caring that the water hadn’t yet washed away his spunk. His head even fell into the stuff, but he knew that the shower water would easily rinse it off once he regained enough energy to stand back up again.

As he laid under the cold running water, a sudden sweet aroma hit his nose, almost as if someone had baked fresh pastries. They sugary smell was almost identical to the one from the sugar heart wafer that Pinkie had sent over. He smiled at the cozy scent when he had a realization, lifting his head. Lifting a part of his hoof that had been covered in his episode, he gave a sniff, the scent stronger than before. The smell was his semen.

Pausing for a second, he considered what he was about to do. He had tasted his semen once before after hearing from his classmate that it was super sweet. He remembered distinctly learning his lesson that his friend was a dirty liar. It was one of the saltiest things he had ever tasted. But something was off about this time. His semen wasn’t as sticky and stringy, nor was it that off-white color it had always been.

This spunk that was resting on the back of his leg was whiter, lighter, even fluffier than he had ever recalled seeing during his sparse sessions. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, cringing already at what he expected to taste. His tongue lightly touched the white ejaculate, but the taste he was expecting never came.

His cream didn’t taste like salty muck, but rather like cream. It tasted exactly like the cream one would find in an eclair. He opened his eyes to see that the water had yet to wash his legs clean of the stuff, and it was caked on heavily. He took a big lick and tasted the sweet cream, smiling at the alluring flavor. He almost forgot that he was eating his own cum it was so enticing.

Coming back to his senses, he connected the dots with his sudden explosion in arousal and his suddenly sweet semen. Whatever was in that wafer that Pinkie had sent over had done this. That couldn’t have been any ordinary wafer, and it was meant specifically for him. He was just glad that nopony had caught him in the middle of his experience, because not only was the result tasty, but his mind had been going haywire.

He suddenly grew curious if what Pinkie had planned for the night was going to be anything like what had just gone down. Standing back up, he finally switched the hot water on as well, having failed to do so in the middle of his sensual meltdown. The warm water scattered onto his head and body, washing away the sweet stuff as he had time to think. Despite what he had just gone through, he felt more energetic than ever, a sort of sugar rush overcoming him.

He got his soap out and started his usual scrubbing when he heard a knock on the door to the bathroom. “Big Mac?” he heard his little sister’s voice penetrate the wooden door. Apparently AJ had gotten home from whatever trip she and her friends had gone on. Why she was trying to talk to him while he was showering was beyond him.

“Eyup?” he called as casually as he could, nervous that Pinkie had let slip their plans for the night.

“Y’all alright in there?” she asked. “Granny says she heard you shoutin’ out up here.”

“E-eyup,” Big Mac replied, trying to come up with a story for his loud moaning. “Just banged up my hoof a little getting into th’ tub.”

“Alright,” she said, the skepticism clear in her voice. He heard a muffled shout that could only have come from Granny. “Granny also says stop usin’ up all the hot water,” she echoed what Granny must have shouted just then.

“Eyup,” Big Mac said a third time, slightly relieved. At the very least the conversation was only about the water and nothing more. He turned off both faucets and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry himself off.

“Hey Big Mac,” AJ said through the door. “Pinkie needs you to deliver some Zap Apple Jam for some small get-together tonight. Might want to get packin soon.”

“Heh, Eyup,” Big Mac chuckled, drying off most of his coat before looking into the steamy bathroom mirror for a second, making sure some of the sugar-cum that he had just plastered all over the tub wasn’t still stuck to his fur anywhere. Tonight was certainly going to be an interesting night.