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Autumn's whispers swept through the trees and fallen leaves were swept up into a formless dance. Winter was approaching as it always had and like every other year, Big Mac had his hooves full. The orchard's operations were winding down into a lull that would turn into watching and waiting for spring; but there was always something that needed to be done. It was a common misconception that farmers just took the off seasons to relax for a vacation that lasted a few months. Big Mac closed old creaking shutters of a barn window. It was a strangely popular rumor that the soft spoken giant hibernated in a shed on the farm during the winter; only to be awakened by the changing of the seasons or if the family needed his strength to clear away large quantities of snow. There was no time off from farm life. There was no vacation to be had. The rest came with breaks, sleep, and the Reaper's kiss.
The brick red stallion who may as well have been made with actual red bricks smiled to himself. It was a demanding life that would eat up all days in Equestria and he loved every single one of them. Every moment of honest labor added up to food on the table. Every day was rewarded with the bounty of the efforts of the clan. Most ponies labored for a weekly or biweekly paycheck and his payout happened every day. Big Mac actually wasn't sure how other ponies lived the way they did. He understood that there was a lot of work to be done and that everypony in society stood up to do their fair share of the work; but he could never fathom the thought of himself doing something like accounting or teaching.
The house needed to have the windows swapped out for the heavier, better insulated barriers to keep the cold out. Wood needed to be chopped and hay needed to be baled. There was still canning that had to be done and he was picked to explain to a few vendors what the winter stock would be and what the going rate was. He also had a new slave to break in.
Big Mac turned his attention to muffled whimpering and squirming occurring behind him. Sugar Belle was in his eye very beautiful and found her to be the most delicious of forbidden fruit. Seeing her in the pose he tied her down in made her all the more alluring. The mare's back hooves were on the old wooden floor and her body was draped over a hay bale. Leather straps were buckled around her hind ankles and led under the bale to her hooves on the other side, anchoring her over the bale. Her barrel rested in the brick dried grass and she looked to have made herself comfortable with the way her cheek was nestled in. Her eyes were covered by a thin black scarf and a thin leather strip was employed as a small belt to keep her muzzle closed. The stallion took a moment to admire her presented rump as well as her resolve. Her limbs were secured enough to prevent her from leaving her position but there was enough slack on the restraints for her to tap the solid floor to signal any need or wanting to be released.
Big Mac stepped closer to his bound mate and slowly ran his hoof down her back. She squirmed under his touch and uttered a muffled whine. Her legs struggled against the bindings. The mountain of muscle grinned at her efforts. All it did was result in lifting her bottom for a better view or lowering her backside to a mountable pose. His hoof continued to trace her mostly helpless body and in his calm and often wise tone he broke his silence.
“Y'all are giving me quite the show. Almost makes me forget all that struggling and fussing you put out earlier.”
Sugar Belle froze as his words landed. As she felt his hoof trace down towards her flank she realized what the fruits of her resistance had been. The attempts at kicking free of the leather around her ankles was replaced by a quick snap of her tail to cover her nethers. Big Mac slowly moved his hoof along her clenched, trembling bottom and moved her tail aside. He could feel his captive squirm and struggle to cover herself.
“Go ahead” Big Mac mused as he soaked up her motions and protests. “Fight me all you want. It ain't gonna mean a lick of difference to me. Ah paid a lot of bits and ah aim to get my money's worth. Go ahead and kick and fuss all you want. Ah’m a patient man. I could watch that flank squirm all day. All y'all are doing is reminding me what was going through mah head when ah saw those cheeks on display in town. Ah bought you so ah own you. That body is now mine to use. The only shot you had at stopping me was back when y'all was kicking as ah tied those hooves down. It didn't work then and it ain't working now.”
Sugar Belle froze up as her lover spoke. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't make an effort to sound any stronger than he was. He didn't sound any different than he normally did. She was tied to a hay bale, blinded, and kept silent by crude methods; and Big Mac was talking to her as if reading facts from a text book. There was no theatrical approach or attempt at any sinister sounding chord; but it worked. The only noticeable difference was the break from his usual accent in places. It was as if he was trying to put some distance between his role as husband and his new role as owner. The illusion of being a sex slave for a pent up stallion was as solid as the buckles on her hooves and muzzle. Big Mac was going to use her however he wanted and whenever he wanted and nopony was going to stop him. The mental image of being dragged onto an auctioneers stage took over the black void in front of her eyes. The thought of her flame dragging her away after vocally declaring her worth to him in coin and nopony left willing to argue burned in her mind. For a moment before he touched her she wondered if he had it in him to humor her forbidden fantasies. His touch and words shattered her doubts more effectively than the sudden creative use of common objects and a hay bale.
“Ah ain't gonna waste too many words on mah new slave” Big Mac said plainly as his hoof gave her left bun a swat. “Ah'm gonna break you and use you. Y'all are gonna take it how ah give it. The only way y'all are getting out of being mah new toy is if ah get sick of your disrespect and sell you off.” A swift stroke landed on her right bun. “Like ah said though: Ah am a patient stallion. Ah got all day to make you learn the ropes.”
Another light swat landed on Sugar's flank and she responded by giving another round of squirming. The bound mare tried to speak out against the stallion's deceleration but only whines and whimpers slipped out of her tied muzzle. Big Mac took his hoof away from the sweet pair of cheeks and gave his focus to his lover's glistening marehood. She stopped moving as his hoof slowly traced her moist folds. She struggled in vain to look back at him. Her master moved his hooves onto the hay bale and put some pressure on the mare's hips.
“Y'all can whine and beg. Y'all can squirm and fuss. The only thing ya can't do is stop me from getting mah money's worth at least once.”
Big Mac gave the flower a slow lick and was rewarded by a flinch and a squeak. His forelegs kept Sugar from shifting away from his muzzle. With firm and carefully placed licks he teased her, savoring the taste of a mare along with her attempts at trying to get away. His senses were kept open for any signal to release her but the small amount of resistance her position allowed were taken as encouragement. Sugar's squeaks slowly turned into muffled moans and her wriggling started to wane. The gentle giant wondered if she got her fill of the illusion of being used while unwilling. It crossed his mind to untie his mate and give her a passionate rutting. His tongue continued to trace her flower and weighed his other option. Big Mac could also give her what he promised to give her. Another slow lick traced her folds as he settled the silent debate. An Apple always settles up with a promise.
Sugar's eyes widened under the blindfold as she felt a tongue start to push its way into her vagina. A more vocal yet still restricted moan came out and her back knees trembled slightly. She tested her ability to tell him to stop before letting herself fall to his actions. The actions of her master were not entirely consistent with what she thought was in store. A rough mounting after more strikes on her rump was what she had tensed up for. Feeling him put weight on the bale seemed like a clear indication that a hard fuck was inevitable. She continued to moan and playfully whimper as the intruder slid in and out of her. It wasn't enough for her pretend owner to use her. He wanted her to accept it. He wanted to break her. He wanted her body to betray her muzzle. The bound mare wondered how much she had bargained for.
The stallion began caressing Sugar’s butt and thighs as he continued to please her. Her squirming was almost intoxicating and the moans she failed to fully sound out were starting to grow on him. The taste of her nectar slowly drifted out of his focus. His powerful hooves relaxed enough to allow more wriggling and writhing. Sugar’s playful resistance combined with her failing attempts to hide her pleasure made him hard enough to perform. Her displayed trust in him made him hard enough to harvest tree by smacking it with his cock. He grinned slightly while firming up the strokes of his tongue. Big Mac actually did it once after a few glasses of hard cider and a bottle of apple scotch. His lover didn’t know the extent of his physical strength but she had a pretty good idea. The amount of trust she had in him was more arousing than having his tongue in her. The thought of mounting her was very appealing but she wanted to play her game. An idea slowly took shape and he gave her rump a playful swat. He looked up from his labor and saw the new distillation tank. He didn't pay it any mind while setting up but the polished surface presented an opportunity. Sugar Belle made another attempt at trying to get free. He wondered if she was pretending to resist or if shifting her butt teasingly was a silent protest of him stopping.
“Ah ain’t letting ya up” Big Mac said firmly as he gave her squirming bottom another strike. “All that struggling is just making me harder.”
Big Mac continued to taunt his captive with his tongue. Her protests and struggling had noticeably turned into restrained moaning and squirming. With a satisfied hum he added a bit more pressure to his work. Sugar softly whined through her locked down muzzle and her glistening love tunnel snugly clamped as if trying to keep him inside. Strong hooves left her sides and started caressing her butt and thighs. The mare offered no resistance to the change and let herself settle into the hay bale. Her limbs flexed as the pleasure continued to mount. A jolt of raw euphoria shot through her body and the thin leather strap that kept her mostly silent prevented her from calling out. Her knees trembled and her breathing became heavy as the afterglow of an orgasm shrouded over her. Through the haze she found herself drawn to a single thought : her master had taken a victory. She could resume fighting and kicking but her lover had another tool to employ to enforce the façade.
A sudden clap on her rump made her flinch and writhe. Another landed on the opposite cheek and she snapped back to attention.
“Did ah say that you could do that” The stallion said in a firm tone as he traced his hooves along her still vulnerable bottom. “Ah bought y'all for mah pleasure. Ah own you. Y'all don't get to enjoy it like that unless ah decide ya can.”
Sugar Belle slightly trembled as he spoke. Big Mac always somehow spoke with confidence and authority without raising his voice. Sometimes it felt that he could reduce a thundering cloud into a humble puff of fog laying on its belly to beg for forgiveness. A hoof traced along her bum and she shivered under it. Her cheeks clenched in anticipation and her brain fired off mixed signals. A spanking might sting but it would for the right reasons. On the other hoof, a sore bottom was still a sore bottom. Her mind skipped at step as she felt her hind ankles being released. A confused grunt was uttered when her front legs were set free. The blindfold was removed as well as her muzzle strap and she found herself caught in his stoic stare.
“Ah aim tah punish you for lettin go without mah permission; but ah ain't decided how hard or how much yet. Get up off the bale and seat yerself in front of it.”
Sugar Belle blushed and slowly complied. Her barrel left the hay and her bottom slowly rested on the floor. Her eyes widened slightly and her blush deepened as her mate positioned himself on the bale. The man with the role of her owner sat with his back hooves on the floor, front hooves on the bale, and his back straight. The towering presence of Big Mac seemed to be more than it used to be. The sturdy stallion was always confident and ridged with everything he did but this powerful pose made all memories of before seem like he was always slouching. Her eyes drifted down to escape his penetrative gaze and fell on a more traditional tool of penetration that stood as straight and solid as he did.
“Ah'm givin yah a chance to show me that y'all are gonna be making an effort tah learn yer place. Do as ah say and the punishment won't be as harsh as it could be. Use that pretty muzzle of yours and pay me back for that orgasm that ah didn't say you could have. Y'all are gonna take care of mah cock until ah cum and you ain't gonna spill a drop. Y'all also ain't gonna swallow what ah give you until ah say so.” Big Mac gently used a hoof to lift her chin, directing her eyes back onto his. “Get to it before ah change man mind and get a strap.”
Sugar Belle trembled slightly as he spoke. The situation she walked into was as exciting as being bound and bent over the hay. What was more arousing was the declaration that she had deserved the direction their session had taken. On top of that was the notion that although she wanted to pleasure her mate because she loved him, she also wanted to because of the illusion of being compelled to. Big Mac could have easily helped himself to her muzzle while she was still over the bale. He could have helped himself to a blow job at whatever pace he wanted. Instead of using her; he elected to put her in a position where she had to do it on her own. Big Mac wanted his cock sucked and she had to lean down and do all the work instead of surrendering and taking it. Not only that, but she was doing it as an apology for a transgression. Sugar Belle the slave had to do it if she wanted to be able to sit down after he was done.
Sugar Belle leaned closer to her master's throbbing organ and hesitated over it. She knew that realistically speaking; it was the same size that it always was. Being seated in a submissive pose under his authoritative presence somehow made his girth a little intimidating. Her muzzle slowly descended until the tip brushed against her. A hoof went through her mane and another lightly pushed down on her right shoulder. With a playful whimper she licked the end of the shaft and received a large dollop of precum. The stallion tapped her shoulder and as if responding to a command and she took him into her mouth.
Big Mac let out an exaggerated groan of pleasure as he felt her lips slide down his cock. The sight of her head descending further outshined the slight view of her rump. The sensations of her mouth and tongue made him breathe a little deeper and louder than he normally did. His playmate whimpered softly and sucked down a little harder. The stallion took a moment to take in the pose and actions of the mare seated in front of him. He wondered if he surprised her as much as he surprised himself. He did feel just a little embarrassed for imposing himself over her even if it was consensual. Years of being taught to be mindful of his strength and to be a shining example of what proper chivalry looked like was a difficult mold to break for an afternoon. Having his mate play the part of a slave to be trained to serve him was oddly liberating. Feeling her warm muzzle pleasuring his solid snake was usually a treat that he felt embarrassed to ask for. Behind the closed doors of the barn, he felt unshackled by the reputation he built for himself. He let out a carnal growl and gently pushed her head down to half his length.
Sugar Belle uttered a muffled squeak as a strong hoof guided her down. Big Mac had never once dared to touch her head whenever she went down on him. The unspoken order to take more cock in her muzzle was a very new experience. Her front hooves were free to tell him to stop but her body wanted a little more. Even after making her choose to submit under pressure of a harder punishment than what was already coming, he was still gentle with her. On top of her continued arousal and the weight of his dominance stood a firm confidence that he would never stop respecting her body or limits. She murmured wordlessly while bobbing on his length. Sugar couldn't name anypony she would consider giving that much trust to. Her muzzle continued to slide up and down his length and her sex yearned for it to be somewhere else. The mare imagined being mounted by the mountain of muscle while pinned to submission.
Big Mac lightly gripped his lover's head and moved her up until only the head remained in her mouth. With a very vocal groan, he shot a serving of his seed into her. Sugar's cheeks slightly puffed out as the throbbing cock gave her a second and a third spurt. Her mouth had already gotten filled by the taste of his dick and fluids but being literally full of them was entirely different. Big Mac moaned deeply as he guided her off his cock. He looked down at her with a satisfied grin as she looked back blushing, full cheeks and a surprised expression. The stallion nodded as if giving her approval. This was the first time he decided for her that he was going to get off in her mouth. Her decision to not tap her hoof told him that his surprise deposit didn't push past her limits. The sudden worry about having gone too far was replaced by a new surge of confidence and desire. His mate and slave for the afternoon whined slightly and he nodded again.
“Go on an swallow it” he said in his usual tone. “Ah accept yer apology. Ah ain't gonna be too harsh with you. Y'all are making progress with learning the ropes and ah decided tah wind it back a bit.”
Sugar slowly swallowed his thick cum with a few shallow gulps. His hoof gently caressed her cheek as he continued.
“Y'all better get used to that. Ah aim to use that pretty muzzle at least once a day.”
Sugar Belle's blush deepened. It sounded like he was very serious. It was obvious that his power over her wasn't leaving the barn but the was he was committed to the role was almost as arousing as he was. She watched him get off the bale and pat the surface with his hoof. Without a word she bent over the brick of hay for the second time that afternoon.
“Ah ain't gonna tie you down for the rest of this. A good slave will lay there and take what her master gives her” the stallion said firmly as his hoof caressed her bottom. “Y'all take some deep breaths for me and relax. What happens next will be easier on you that way.”
Sugar Belle nodded and shuddered. She flexed her legs and steeled herself for an imminent spanking. Her breathing betrayed her excitement and she wriggled in place. The hoof moved along her bum and brushed her tail a few times. Gradually her rump relaxed and she whimpered softly. Big Mac was waiting for her to surrender once again. She shifted a little for comfort and playfully whined slightly as the hoof on her bottom was removed. The tip of something slick and smooth push against her anus. Her body trembled and her breath became labored. With a grunt and a squirm she inched forward. Big Mac continued to carefully push the lubricated object up her butt. Sugar started to wonder where exactly he got it from when he spoke.
“The penalty for doing what ya did is to have that flank trained early. Ah was gonna make it a nice and easy session all to itself in a few days after y’all got used tah having that muzzle and pussy worked by mah stallionhood but ah gotta take steps. When ah bought ya, I took up the responsibility of teaching you proper. Do what ah said and relax. Y’all are just gettin the toy this time. Put up a fight and it will be mah cock.”
Sugar Belle squeaked in response. Big Mac's gradually more dominant and lustful desires made for a very clear sign that he got comfortable in his role. They experimented with anal before but nothing like this. Sugar Belle rather liked being wanted as much as he was letting her know. The toy snugly rested in her plot and the stallion resumed caressing her bottom. She put on another display of squirming. Typically he was actually shy about penetrating her forbidden hole. This was the first time that he made the first move. With a satisfied grin he appreciated the view of her soaked marehood and the plug in her ass. With a low growl he firmly planted his front hooves on the hay bale and lined himself up with her quivering opening.
Big Mac uttered a low groan as he slowly pushed his girth into his mate. She soundly moaned before shifting and pushing her muzzle into the hay to muffle herself. The penetration continued until the intruding stallionhood rested fully inside her. Sugar scrapped her hoof on the floor and tried to move off the bale. Her lover and pretend owner lowered himself and pushed his weight onto her back just enough to hinder her ability to leave her mountable pose. He pulled back his hips, withdrawing to the tip. With an equally paced motion he pushed back inside. Sugar soundly called out into the bale. She felt a leather strap trace around her neck and heard the solid click of a buckle being secured. A light tug lifted her from the hay and her eyes met the barn. A subtle pull guided her into looking at a large meal tank that had some purpose that she wasn’t familiar with. Sugar knew it had something to do with turning apples to alcohol but that was the end of it. She couldn’t quite focus on what it was for. The reflective surface displaying her being mounted was very distracting. A strong blush came over her as she recognized a collar around her neck and an attached leash wrapped around one of Big Mac’s front ankles.
“Get a good look” Big Mac said firmly as he gave her another solid thrust. “Ah want ya to feel as well as see what ah bought ya for. Watch me fuck you. Don’t look away.”
Sugar Belle squeaked as her gaze caught Big Mac’s eyes in the makeshift mirror. The stallion worked into a rhythm of strong, composed thrusts. Being made to watch her being dominated was a new layer of embarrassment that she wasn’t prepared to explore. She considered tapping out and asking to be turned away from the tank. She lifted her hoof and froze as her vision caught something else. It was difficult to make out since it was on the edge of the curved surface but once she saw it; it was as clear as the rest of the picture.
Sugar Belle stared at the reflection of Applejack who was crouched behind a stack of hay bales. She had no idea how long the mare had been there or what she had heard but it was fair to say that it was abundantly clear what was going on. Applejack’s blushing face and focused stare testified the farmer’s embarrassment but also a vivid curiosity and interest. Big Mac kept thrusting and Applejack kept watching. Sugar Belle’s head filled with fog and thoughts. Her hoof slowly came back down without a sound and she grew a little more vocal in her moaning. Her owner started thrusting a little faster and their spectator kept watching. Clearly the show was being enjoyed and Big Mac was unaware. She squirmed and her mind raced as she tried to find a good way of saying that they had an audience. Big Mac gave a hilted thrust and leaned closer to his mare’s ear.
“Ah know...ah just noticed” Big Mac softly whispered as he rested. “Ah caught her watching me and Marble awhile back too. Ah’m sorry...ah ain’t sure how tah handle it.”
“Should we stop” Sugar whispered back as her focus drifted from the reflection and onto her mate.
“Do y’all want to?”
Sugar Belle’s blush deepened. The question had several implications that echoed in her head with much more clarity than the crude mirror.
“N...no” she squeaked as she looked back at the skewed image of Applejack’s face on the tank.
“Marble said the same thing” Big Mac said as he gave the leash a playful tug. “Guess ah got this in common with both mah mares. Ah might not always say yes to making y’all mah property but ah ain’t one to turn away a peeper.”
Sugar Belle squirmed under him while playfully trying to look away from the metal. Big Mac kept the leash taunt, preventing her from looking away. His thrusting built back up and her nerves ignited. Sugar could say confidently that she had no interest in playing with his other mate or a threesome but having a witness to their rutting was very much fair game. She wondered if Marble had snuck a peek at them before. The gravity of being observed by her lover’s sister came down like a brick made of stone and guilt. Her moaning grew louder. Sugar Belle didn’t care how wrong it was. She looked directly at the image of Applejack and winked. The pony behind the bales clamped her muzzle shut and stared a little more intently. A sensation that felt like victory shot through her. The urge to play the part was rekindled. With a newfound level of adrenaline, she made another attempt at trying to get out from under her master. His raw strength reduced her struggles to petty squirming. Big Mac simply dove fully inside her and waited for the resistance to cease.
“Ah told ya that ah expected you to take what ah give you” Big Mac said coldly as he pulled out. “Ah made it clear that disobeying me earned ya punishment.”
Sugar Belle grinned as her planned retort echoed in her head one last time before she fired the shot.
“You’re no cowboy. You can’t even commit to the accent. First chance I get and I’m gonna get away. I’ll never submit to a weak little runt like you!”
Big Mac’s hoof traced along her rump. The mare winced in anticipation of a solid stroke across the butt. Sugar watched Applejack’s reaction and found it to be delectable. She grunted as the plug was suddenly pulled out of her backdoor. Big Mac admitted to himself that his usual mannerisms clashed with his attempt at showmanship. After a moment he realized that he indeed had been accidently inconsistent with his speech. He mused and elected to laugh about later. Big Mac gave a slap on her flank the moment he caught her relaxing her cheeks. She gave out a surprised yelp and whimpered into the bale.
“Y’all shouldn’t have said that” he said as he slipped the toy into the hay bale. “Y’all are gonna get it now” Big Mac reached around until he found a small bottle of lube. “Ah was gonna train ya nice and slow like” he mused as he applied a generous amount of liquid silk to his cock. “Y’all ain't gonna be doing much walking or sitting when ah’m done with you.”
Sugar Belle playfully whimpered as she felt the tip of her mate’s cock press against her anus. She looked at Applejack’s reflection and wondered if the crouched mare could see her face on the tank. Big Mac gently penetrated her tightest hole and let out an exaggerated groan. Sugar Belle responded with a restrained yelp before burying her face in the hay. A muffled scream came out as the intruding girth pressed deeper. She couldn’t see the look on Applejack’s face but had a pretty good idea of what her expression was. Wordless pleading was muffled by the hay and the stallion started rocking his hips back and forth. Shallow thrusting slowly got deeper and deeper and Sugar Belle’s fake cries got louder.
Big Mac groaned loudly as the forbidden passage gripped his dick. He glanced at the distiller and noticed the absence of his sister. The stallion shrugged absently as he focused on Sugar’s sweet ass as well as her front hooves. Hind legs were kicking and the hay bale was getting harder to keep in place but the signal to stop wasn’t being used. The urge to give her his entire cock was actually easy to ignore. It might feel good physically but his partner’s experience was his priority. Having her whimper and writhe was fun. He enjoyed putting his muzzle to work on her as well as her muzzle working on him. Diving his stallionhood into her hot, wet marehood was a divine sensation and having his penis up her ass seemed to feel better because it seemed wrong. All of those things he found pleasure in but pleasing his wife was what Big Mac wanted. His own satisfaction wasn’t his goal; it was a reward for giving her the rutting she wanted.
“Y’all could have been given ah more gentle introduction tah anal” Big Mac grunted as half his dick claimed his mate’s snug butt. “Y’all brought in on yerself.”
Sugar Belle felt the tug of the leash and her eyes caught their reflection on the tank. Big Mac towered over her like he had never been inside her rump before. The pleasure in his face mirrored her own organic reaction. His restrained pace in pumping her pucker with his pecker clashed with his pose and commanding tone. She didn’t see Applejack anymore and was a little disappointed. Her lover and master maintained his pace along with how careful he was. With an almost primal bellow her body was overtaken by a familiar rush. Her legs trembled and her heart pounded in her chest. Her vagina and anus clenched along with her muzzle. The brief yet powerful orgasm shook her body more than they were rocking the bale. Sugar Belle looked at the tank and saw her lover’s face strain as he growled. He withdrew from her bottom and fired his load onto the bale. Sugar Belle grinned as she watched his expressions as he released. Watching him cum was slightly more fun than actually making him reach his peak. She lay on the bale as Big Mac removed the collar. She heard him stuff the restraint into the bale. With careful motions she climbed down from the hay and lay on the floor.
Big Mac gently nuzzled his wife while stroking her mane. He took a fair amount of time listening to her breathing.
“You really got into that” Sugar mused as she returned the nuzzle. “And you thought that you might not like it.”
“Ah was unsure tah start” he replied in a stoic tone. “Glad ah tried it but more importantly is that ya liked it. Ya did, right?”
“I did” the spent mare said softly as she leaned into the hoof in her mane. “It really surprised me when you told me to go down on you. I didn’t think you’d get that demanding on your first go.”
“Was it ok” Big Mac asked softly while making eye contact. “Ah didn’t push too far?”
“Not at all” Sugar breathed before giving her gentle giant a soft kiss. “I’m actually glad that you’re comfortable with me enough to be open about it.”
The stallion blushed faintly. He never once actually asked her for a blowjob and never imagined that he would be bluntly propositioning her for one. He blinked as he received another kiss. Sugar Belle stood up and playfully slapped his muzzle with her tail before taking a step towards the barn door.
“I’ll keep in mind that Applejack likes to watch and that you apparently like anal more than you let on.”
Big Mac felt his cheeks burn a little hotter as he watched his mate leave. He stretched idly and slowly reminded himself of his chore list. Hoofsteps almost didn’t register in his mind until they got close enough to be right next to him. Applejack was as obvious as a ghost's shadow and equally blunt. There was an obvious effort to act like she wasn't watching and Big Mac elected not to call her out on it. The silence was broken by the mare as they reached the barn door.
“Since y’all got yerself a new slave; can ah have yer old one?”
“Ask her yerself.”