Sweet Apples

It was late winter, with spring only a few short weeks off. The crop last year was perfect for the Apple Family, but this new year brought bleak news. Many of their trees were afflicted with a blight that was only spoken of in the old record books of the family. With Applejack busy, Applebloom still in school, and Granny...being Granny, the job was left on the broad, muscled shoulders of Big Macintosh. The stallion himself was an overly fine example of a male, being around nine feet tall in height with rippling muscle all over his hulking frame. Even though he had this outward figure that positively screamed ‘stud,’ his reserved nature only made him more handsome to plenty of mares. Essentially, the job couldn’t have been placed in better hands than his very own.

Instead of going right for the sensible, a botanical scientist possibly, he knew that Zecora’s potions would offer the best results. She was well known for her remedies of fantastical skill, outdoing esteemed doctors from Manehattan and magical spells from the unicorns of Canterlot. All it took was a simple potion or two to remedy this blight that had struck the crop, and the Apple Family would be safe in surviving off of their products. The only real downside of trying to get a hold of Zecora was the mere prospect of her living out in Everfree. Daytime was the only point where travel was safe for a normal pony, and Big Mac didn’t want to encounter any trouble. Between timberwolves and greedy Diamond Dogs, he didn’t want to waste any of the valuable time.

His arduous trek came to a pleasant end when he came to a clearing in the dense trees. And instead of ending up back where he came from like some stories from Applejack entailed, he could see a cozy little hut with colored smoke of many hues billowing out from a series of small chimneys in the roof. Big Mac walked by a pretty little garden made of various herbs, including some fancy little blue plants that he’d noticed in a book, Poison Joke, and he stepped along a set of stones up to the doors of Zecora’s home. He hesitantly reached out, before lightly knocking on the wooden door.

There was a faint sound from inside, as if he’d pulled the zebra mare away from something that took some thought and dedication, and mostly peace.

Big Mac heard a tad bit of fumbling around from inside, the occasional sound of something being scooted across the floor, and a faint bubbling. The clamoring made it obvious that someone was home at least, and he stood patiently.

The door was opened up, and he looked ahead for a moment. Then he looked down so he’d be able to look at the zebra. She stood at six and half feet tall, his colossal height requiring that he crane his neck so he could make eye contact with the zebra. Instead of having her mane done up in a mohawk, it was down, which he thought was much more attractive. At the moment, she was wearing thin cloth over her wonderfully shaped body. It was a miracle that she didn’t break right through the skimpy outfit. It left little to the imagination. He was able to see the fullness of her oversized breasts, those magnificent, striped mammaries fully capable of outdoing any heifer from the farms. Her birthing hips were just as good at drawing in his attention. It was a surprise that she’d apparently had no children. Someone better change that soon.

Big Macintosh gave a little, wordless grin. Zecora, however, smiled warmly at his silence while gazing up at this marvelous stallion. His handsome looks and even more handsome body were pleasing enough to her sense,”Well hello Big Mac, can you come in back?” The mare went back into her hut and kindly motioned for him to follow in. As she turned, the stallion was able to get a quick look at every bit of her behind. She had this incredibly slappable ass that shook and swayed with every little motion. Her thick thighs rubbed together with each step, keeping him perfectly in a trance.

The red stallion blinked his eyes serially to break from his fantasy, and he nodded,”Thank you ma’am,” he spoke, before leaning a little low so he could get his head in through the doorway. He looked briefly in her hut, eyes darting about to see every detail. Potions on many shelves, dried herbs hanging from the ceiling, and a sizable bubbling cauldron in the center. This was awfully different from what he’d been used to.

“Won’t you please come take a seat. Apologies if things aren’t neat,” she said, as she pulled over a particularly sturdy looking stool that the stallion would be able to sit on. He promptly did, not wanting to reject the zebra’s wonderful generosity.

Zecora brought over a few sliced up apples,”Your trip was long, am I not wrong?” she flashed another smile,”Are you in need? If so, proceed.” Zecora looked up at him in a dreamy fashion. This hunk was in her home, and maybe she could work some extra magic with him.

“Oh uh...well...the trees’re sick with some sorta disease back home. They won’t be ready for the spring if they can’t get bettah. Ah came right to ya, hopin’ you’d be able ta’ help us out ‘ere,”Big Mac said calmly, looking to the zebra with some sort of hope in his green eyes. It was awfully hard to tell what she was thinking.

Zecora laughed,”A simple job for me, you can place your trust in me,” leaving the apple slices on the table for Big Mac, Zecora got up and went along to the cauldron with a few select ingredients she’d pulled from the drying racks and hangers. The zebra looked back, urging him to follow along with her striped hands.

Big Mac had an apple slice in hand, and he popped it right into his mouth before getting up and ambling over to the center of the hut. He stood over Zecora as she went to work, tossing her ingredients in and stirring them right up.

Instead of focusing on the mixture at the front, Big Mac’s gaze moved elsewhere. As Zecora was moving a ladle along through the fizzing mix, her movements constantly jostled her oversized bust. Those mammaries would’ve been so much better in his hands, free from a relatively useless cloth. However, his dirty intentions were potentially bad to act upon in the moment. He needed that potion. His family and their livelihood mattered much more than getting off in that moment.

He was totally lost in Zecora’s striped cleavage, his wants and desires filling his head. Suddenly, a snap brought him back to the real world, and he rubbed his face,”Ah wasn’ starin’...just uh…”

Zecora held up a bright blue glowing bottle, in two hands. This bottle carried what looked like liters of the potion,”My mind is well aware, of what goes on in there,”she said, as she set down the potion upon a table. She turned to face Mac, and pulled at her cloths briefly to show off more of her bountiful grey breasts.

“A-Ah don’t need anythin’ else...got enough mares back home…” he held up his big hands hesitantly, respectfully trying to obscure his own vision,”Only the potion.”

The zebra’s lips pulled back into a smirk, and she suddenly dropped the cloth, completely unveiling her breasts, rivaling those of a goddess. Her juicy kegs absolutely begged to be suckled from. This was positively far too much for Big Macintosh, his cheeks much redder than his fur.

Zecora then rested her hand upon his hefty bulge in his baggy pants,”Oh...I see you might have quite the dick. For it to go unused, I might be sick.”

The touching finally pushed him over, and his hard-on surged to full attention. His pants could only hold back so much, the fabric tearing as a result of his dark red shaft fighting too much against it. Zecora gasped as it nearly hit her in the face. As she stepped off to the side, she sized it up to being around five feet in length. This was like nothing else she’d ever seen before in the entirety of her life.

“I-It’s...titanic...y-you’ve put my heart in a panic!” Zecora uttered out loudly, caring little for the sheepish reaction that Big Mac had. She looked down past his engorged stallionhood, knowing there was much more to this stallion that a dick. In the torn up mess that was the crotch of his pants, betwixt his toned legs, were two watermelon sized testicles. Zecora marveled at them, watching as they churned, no doubt producing virile seed as her thoughts raced.

Big Mac looked down, still beet red in the face with Zecora staring down at his turgid shaft. He reached up to scratch his head,”Ah goodness…”

Zecora practically pounced at the opportunity, pressing her lips in against the shaft and subsequently rubbing her cheeks up against it in complete infatuation,”I can scarcely believe my eyes. No stallion is even a fifth this size!” Without any extra words, she dragged her tongue along the span of his length, surprisingly handling the salty tang of his girth through all five feet of it till she finally found herself nuzzling in against the base of his shaft. She took a sharp inhale of his scent as she moved her hands in underneath his testes, pulling them against her face so she could pepper them in lewd licks and kisses.

All the while, her all around amazing attention to his shaft and constant words of adoration made the feeling of embarrassment give way to a newer feeling, one of pride. He reached down to Zecora, lightly gripping the back of her head as she went at him,”Well...why don’t ya see how much you can take?”

Zecora took no time in moving back along towards the tip of his shaft and pulling her tongue along the tip,being awfully forceful when trying to enjoy his fleshy tip. She opened her mouth, desperately trying to take it into her gullet. A bit of messing with his tip and plenty of her saliva went a long way, and she was able to take the head of his member in. The absent minded look in her eyes showed that she was in her own personal heaven while she dragged her tongue along as much of his swollen dickhead.

“Yeah there we go...you gotta make me proud will ya?’ He muttered softly, pulling lightly against her long mane.

Zecora popped her lips off from the red tip, panting out quietly so she could catch her breath. Even while trying to get fresh oxygen in her body, she held his dick up in the canyon of cleavage between her mountainous tits, perfectly supporting the member in its fullness,”Oh my stallion, my god of lust! I hope I please you with my bust! So please, I beg you, hear my plea...use your monster cock and fuck me!”

Big Mac’s lips pulled back into a smirk, and he moved his grip from the back of her head towards those gigantic breasts atop her chest. He took hold of them from either side, and vigorously began to thrust his entire shaft through the tight space. The forces of both his thrusting and squeezing got her milk flowing in intense sprays that ended up on the ground all around them. Every thrust was followed by Big Mac’s powerful grunts and Zecora’s whorish moans,”You’re gonna beg for this if ya really want it! Beg for me tah stretch and breed your cunt!”

Zecora’s moans were endless. She found herself stuck in the clutches of her god of studliness and breeding, her milk splattering all about and making puddles at either side,”Please oh please Big Mac! Lay me out on my back! Pound me until the dawn, and fill me with all your spawn!”

“That’s more like it ya zebra whore!” Big Mac, now completely stuck in a pride driven, fuck hungry fervor, turned Zecora to face the other way and bent her over. He dug his burly hands into her bubble butt, grabbing immense handfuls of the fatty flesh, and he lined up his dick with Zecora’s pussy. With one swift, skillful thrust, he penetrated her labia. The drenched lower lips stretched out well around his breeding tool, immediately gripping his godly dick like the tightest vice ever conceived by equine-kind. Big Mac intensified his own deviant embrace of Zecora’s striped, all-encompassing ass. His hands squeezed in deep, allowing him more and more loving of the fat flesh as he commenced thrusting. Every pump of his hips was answered with a moan from his zebra slut, and a lewd,wet squelching as his rock-hard cock grinded up against the aroused walls of Zecora’s pussy. The stud leaned into his bucks, pushing beyond a foot of dick into the zebra, her belly bulging as a result. His leaning even pressed her gargantuan knockers into the ground, forcing more powerful streams of milk to surge from her large nipples.

The messy puddle of milk around Zecora’s breasts grew in size nice and slowly as the fuck session continued, Big Mac’s plowing rapidly getting deeper. Soon enough he had past her deepest, most sacred barrier, and entered her womb. This still left him with plenty of his red shaft for Zecora to handle. He lifted his hands from her ass, and wrapped his arms around her midsection to feel his dick bulging out from her belly,”Mmph...it’ll be so fun stuffin’ your cunt till you’re carryin’...can’t wait to see you nice and full around the home…” he wrapped a strong hand around her lower belly as his dick protruded outwards. This protrusion only grew in size as he persisted, his pace gradually become more and more relentless.

The sex eventually grew to be a feral display of skill and endurance. He’d pulled her up to being on her knees, keeping her smaller body against his own incredibly muscular frame as he’d flood her womb with precum. His globe-like balls would smack into her luscious thighs with constant wet slaps, a mix of sweet and other fluids gathering in the space between the two. All the while, Big Mac had this deviant smirk while holding up Zecora’s monumental mammaries, constantly squeezing the underside of them and squirting her milk all about in a mess. For his own enjoyment, he pulled a hand back and put a finger to the zebra’s mouth, letting her get a taste of her lactate. She closed her lips around his finger, moaning to every little touch while her womb was slowly inflated by voluminous amounts of precum.

Finally, Zecora broke. The mare screamed out whorishly as her pussy clenched up as best it could around Big Macintosh’s towering red shaft. Her wave of fluids splashed all over his crotch, coating his shaft and wetting his balls more so than they were from the rough fucking he gave.

And while Zecora constantly panted against her stud, he was about ready to bust himself. His precum had long since stopped surging from his engorged member. The constant churning of his testicles only increased as they tightened up, pulling in a bit more towards his groin as their payload was ready. The quaking throbs of his dick shook Zecora to her very core. With only a few more swift hilts of his shaft, he reached his limit. All the added buildup was too much as copious gouts of his baby batter flooded his mare toy, her already bloated womb further expanding to contain every little bit of the life-giving spunk that Mac gave her.

“Hhmp...there we go you tight little thing…” Mac said, moving his hands down to feel Zecora’s swelling belly as his swimmers went to work, and even then he persisted. There was no way that, in all his studliness, he would leave the job unfinished. That intense swelling was followed by the occasional splash of coming flowing out from Zecora’s gaping cunt, a goopy mess building up on the ground around them along with the milk on the floor.

“Please my stud keep stuffing my womb! I assure you there is more room!” she exclaimed powerfully, happy to handle much more of his cum as her striped belly expanded. She was even able to see it past her breasts. She looked knocked up, very knocked up. She’d heard stories of mares following fertility gods and goddesses and ending up gifted in the breeding aspects, and her she was, with her very own god on earth, plowing and stuffing her womb. No doubt about it, his virility would lead to her carrying many. Maybe a dozen would be good for the farmer and his family.

Big Mac gasped out softly, pulling out as his shaft stopped giving in more deluges of his seed. It was enough to where Zecora was once again weighed out onto the ground, no way she’d be able to move on her own. The red stallion laughed as his shaft slowly grew limp,”Ah you poor little thing...ah’m gonna have tah move yah on a wagon or somethin’,” his smirk appeared once more as he patted her massively filled belly. Mac soon had to lay Zecora back, leaving her to relax and let his cum do the rest of the dirty deed.

The next day arrived, the morning for Big Mac playing out rather simply. He fixed the huge tears in his pants with patches of Zecora’s other clothing, and he got the potion safe in a rucksack. Finally, it came down to moving Zecora, since she was still left worn out from the night before. Oddly enough, her belly had been reduced to a bump like that of any other pregnant mare, but her tits had grown bigger, and her face had this more elegant look that was topped off with a longer mane. So, he took her sleeping form and lifted it in his powerful trunk-like arms. He brought his new broodmare out of the bungalow, and then he found the wagon she’d pull into town every time she would come by. He laid Zecora in, and then he placed the bag betwixt her striped cleavage,”Better keep that safe for me, we got a looooong road back,” he said before bringing a lengthy cord of rope and attaching it to the wagon so he’d pull it along in a nice proximity.

With that final preparation done, Big Mac carried the wagon along through the Everfree Forest. His newfound pride had left him holding his head up more as he’d go along his path. Like last time, nothing bothered him. This trip, however, ended up being a much faster one. The sun had only just started to reach its apex in the sky as Big Macintosh ended up on the farm once more.

Big Mac carried the groggy zebra across his shoulders, and he stepped in through the large front door.

“O-Oh Big Mac...y-you’re home!” Fluttershy was obediently waiting for her stallion. She was massively pregnant, carrying many of his foals and subsequently, her breasts had swollen with milk to be much larger than Zecora’s magically enhanced bust. Mac couldn’t spend too long marveling at his broodmare when she started to ask him a bunch of questions.

“W-Where were you this whole time honey...and why do you have Zecora with you?” She cocked her head,”You took so long out there and...I am a little bit curious…”

Big Mac looked to the side just a bit,”Ya know I wouldn’t be doin’ anything without your permission, Fluttershy.”

Fluttershy’s typically soft gaze hardened to one of anger,”But why is Zecora with you...you did say you were only getting a potion. Don’t forget dear...Iron Will’s lessons still stick. If they don’t come clean with it...you’ve gotta get mean with it,” she started raising her voice in a manner that, despite her cute soprano tone, still made many shy away.

“It’s all good Flutters, dear, let’s have some cider ready fo-” He looked down as Fluttershy ducked down and yanked down his pants. She grasped his hefty red dick, and began licking it.

“Tastes like...another mare’s been on you lately, hun. Must be Zecora…”

“Flutters, ya know that I didn’t do it to hurt you,” he said through a somewhat clenched jaw. He wanted to sound serious even while Fluttershy tasted his rapidly stiffening shaft.

“Heh...oh I know it dear...it doesn’t hurt me at all…” she giggled playfully,”I keep telling you. I love it that my stallion is such an amazing stud that other mares just can’t resist him. In fact,” Fluttershy added, getting up with a lot of extra effort on account of her oversized belly. She motioned for Big Mac to follow, with Zecora still over his shoulder,“We all do.” Fluttershy led him to a room he was all too familiar with, the lounge in which she and the other mares would all have at him. Luckily enough for Fluttershy and her plans, the other mares that Big Mac had won over with his dick were there. Cheerilee and Marble Pie both sat at the two sides of a large couch, the two undressed and showing off their bodies. They were both just like Fluttershy. They had huge, milky breasts that accommodated bellies that were full of foals. The two giggled at the sight of their breeder coming into the room.

Big Mac gently put Zecora down, and she seemed to perk up. After her initial wave of embarrassment cleared up, she whispered to Cheerilee before giving a little nod.

“Come on Big Mac, go ahead and take a seat with the other three,” Fluttershy said playfully, before coming up and nuzzling against his chest,”You owe us all a wonderful day of fun!”

Big Mac nodded, grinning as he sat down on the couch. Zecora moved in behind him, pressing her massive knockers into his back. Marble Pie and Cheerilee then came closer to his sides, and they reached out to grab his rock hard dick. While they kneaded the pole of a dick in their hands, Fluttershy sat at his crotch, now without a shirt.

“Mmm...Big Mac, you’ve kept us all waiting far too long,” the yellow pegasus uttered faintly as she lifted her tits in both hands, grunting as she managed to hold up her weighty breasts against Mac’s shaft. The stallion bucked his hips in reaction to the collective touching all along his massive penis, and his hips smacked into Fluttershy’s massive breasts, making them bounce enticingly.

Fluttershy grimaced a little, her burdensome breasts constantly streaming milk from her thick, pink nipples. She held up her breasts a bit more, keeping them pressed up closely around Mac’s red shaft as he would thrust,”Mmph...faster Big Mac, I...want you to plaster me with every bit of seed you have…”

The buff stallion nodded his head, keeping that prideful smirk as he dug his fingers into Fluttershy’s dense boobflesh, and he pounded against her cleavage with more power. The repetitive smacking of his hips against her mammaries brought plenty of pleasure to the other mares in the room, who were all eager to eventually get their turn with him.

Soon Marble Pie and Cheerilee were both lightly sucking at the sides of his dick. Fluttershy paid them no mind as Mac would thrust against her massive breasts, since she couldn’t get every little bit of dick that her stallion had. She still got to enjoy every powerful throb coming off his manhood, and the constant flow of precum oozing all over her tits only dragged her attention in closer. She leaned her head in and gently licked the underside of his shaft as a salty glob of precum came into reach of her hungering mouth.

“Heh...better be ready, Shy, ah’m gonna paint all three of you,” Mac said faintly, bucking at a faster pace. The copious amounts of precum that had oozed between Fluttershy’s tits made her fur feel so slick against his engorged cock.

“I am still here, my studly dear,” Zecora said, from behind him, gently scratching his neck.

“Oh , there’ll be more’n enough of mah spunk to cover all four of you fine mares, and fill yer bellies with cum as well.” Big Mac moaned out faintly, nearly peaking as the three girls at his dick worked him for every little bit they could.

Zecora nodded quietly as she gently held onto his heavily muscular torso, enjoying the shared warmth as he tended to the three pregnant beauties.

Finally, the red stallion gave a particularly strong sounding groan as his entire dick quaked from base to tip, the veins bulging out as everything tensed up. The three beautiful mares grabbed their new Zebra sister, making her stand with them in the perfect range of Mac’s hose. Finally, the red stallion let loose with a guttural, primal yell, a thick stream of beautiful white seed shooting from his dick, and splashing across the outstretched bodies of his harem. Zecora was amazed by the sheer power of his load, but the others were just overjoyed to feel his hot seed splash across their bodies. They were in a blissful state, trying to let their studly masters seed cover all parts of their body he could reach. His first salvo finally ended, but more followed it, covering each of them in a thick layer of his cream, as well as letting each take loving mouthfuls of his spunk, gulping down his sweet cream. By the time his orgasm ended, each was soaked in his seed, and the room as a mess with his powerful white seed streaks covering nearly everything.

Big Mac sat back onto the couch, panting faintly,”Mm...we’re not done just yet, are we girls?”

There was a collective bunch of giggling as they dreamily licked his seed off each others bodies. Big Mac’s mind wandered, as he thought of what mare he could possibly add into his harem next time he went to do something.