Twilight Sparkle's Dirty Writing Secret

The Struggles of the Stallion

It’s not easy being a stallion in this town.

I mean, you figure with as many mares as there are in Ponyville, the place would be heaven. Being able to see all of those juicy butts wiggling back and forth as the girls trot by. Oh, if it’s one thing I always hear, it’s that Ponyville has the best mares to ogle at.

And yet, there was just something that they didn’t have. Something that I couldn’t find.

Sure, I’ve had flings with a couple of girls.

Cheerilee, she always had a thing for me. Called me her “after school project”. Sometimes she would be the professor and sometimes the naughty schoolgirl I had to punish. Being a stallion of few words, I was a bit tongue-tied in a fancy education-like situation. Fortunately, she caught my tongue for me. And a few other parts too.

Nurse Redheart, with all the times I’ve found myself in the hospital. Working the farm is hard business and I get myself hurt more than I’d like to admit, even with all the help from my family. Redheart though, sweet as pie. She would patch me up and then take care of me with her soft touch. Oh, her hooves and tongue are like magic. And if I didn’t break anything that week, she’d ride my like a cowpony all night during her rounds.

Even had a thing with Mayor Mare one night. It was a Nightmare Night party and she had this crazy pink mane. A few ciders later, I felt really good about that color and we decided to have a little getaway to the barn. ‘Course, she wouldn’t want me gabbing about any outside political relations. So who else to roll in the hay with than the quiet stallion?

But y’all don’t want to hear about those days. No, this is the story about a stallion that wanted nothing more to be loved. And being a stallion outnumbered 10 to 1 with mares in heat around the year, forgive my crude speech, you’re nothing but a throbbing cock to them. And lucky for me, with the help of three little fillies like my sister, I found that perfect mare.

Big Mac strolled back into the village on the outskirts of Equestria, hauling a large shipment of apples straight from Sweet Apple Acres. Everypony waved as he trotted by, smiling with that quiet, reassuring expression on his face. Big Mac looked down the street between the buildings and made his way to a modest shop with a sign of a cupcake hanging from the side. With a big grin on his face, Big Mac knocked his hoof on the door.

The door swung open as a pale pink unicorn mare looked up at Big Mac. An equally big smile crossed her face as she went up to hug the stallion in front of her.

“Big Mac! Oh, I’ve waited for so long!” Sugar Belle hugged his neck tighter, wrapping her hooves around him eagerly.

“Eeyup!” Big Mac replied, feeling his windpipe getting slowly crushed by the mare’s affection. Sugar Belle giggled and let go of Big Mac, looking over at the cart of apple crates that Big Mac was towing behind him.

“Ooh, are all those apples for me?” she asked, knowing that Big Mac was a stallion of few words.

“Eeyup.”

“And did you bring anything else?” Sugar Belle asked, pressing her hoof against Big Mac’s chest. The stallion looked up, deep in thought, trying to remember if there was anything he might have forgotten.

“Uhhh…” Big Mac stuttered, starting to feel a sweat come on as his heart started beating faster in nervousness. Sugar Belle giggled and smiled at him, calming him down slowly.

“Don’t worry, Big Mac! It’s not anything you can lose,” Sugar Belle commented as she passed him by to examine the apple barrels and crates. Suddenly, Big Mac felt a hoof press up against the tender area between his hind legs. He blushed heavily before turning his head around to look at Sugar Belle using her magic to pick up an apple from the crate.

“Come on, let’s get this delivery indoors!”

After a few hours of the heavy lifting of the crates and barrels, Big Mac and Sugar Belle stumbled into the modest bedroom above the bakery that Sugar Belle owned. Big Mac collapsed forward onto the ground as Sugar Belle fell back on the bed, her horn sparking from the overuse of magic she used for the carrying tasks.

“Mmm, all those apples!” Sugar Belle sighed, wrapping her hooves around herself.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac said, muffled as his muzzle pressed against the floor.

“I can’t wait to make some tasty treats with all those apples. Like apple fritters, apple pastries and of course…”

Sugar Belle trailed off as she quickly jumped off the bed, leaning down towards Big Mac.

“Apple cream pies,” she said seductively, holding the stallion’s face in her hooves. Big Mac’s tired eyes grew wide as an audible thud was heard against the hardwood floor. Sugar Belle giggled, using her magic to help Big Mac stand back up.

“Uhh, Sugar Belle?” Big Mac asked, crossing his forelegs in front of him as he watched Sugar Belle move towards the bed.

“Yes, Big Mac?” Sugar Belle smiled before leaning over the bed as she spread the sheets with her forelegs. Her tail flicked as Big Mac caught a view of Sugar Belle’s hot, slick marehood.

“Ah… well…” he began, blushing like a tomato as rubbed his hoof against the back of his neck. Sugar Belle gave him a sly look before pressing her hoof against his muzzle.

“We both know words aren’t your strong suit so why don’t you stop talking?” she winked as Big Mac closed his eyes.

The images from the countless times that mares had taken advantage of him came flooding into his mind, with the last image being of Sugar Belle sighing contently over a messy red stallion and another hoof mark on the bedpost next to her.

“No!” Big Mac boomed, much to Sugar Belle’s surprise. Forcefully pushing her hoof away from his chest, Big Mac stood tall over the mare, his eyes filled with determination. Taking a long breath, he composed his thoughts.

“Ah know ah’m not the best at talkin’. And ah know ah’m a stallion. And ya bein’ a mare. Beautiful and, well, downright cute. Ah’m not gonna turn down a lay with ya, Sugar Belle. But ah want ya to see me more than a piece o’ meat! Ah had enough mares take me over a barrel because of their feelin’s and such. Now, ah know that ya got that feelin’ and ah love ya, Sugar Belle, but ah don’t wanna be another stallion for ya. Ah wanna be your stallion. Your one and only.”

Sugar Belle looked up at Big Mac as he uttered the largest amount of words in her presence without it being a song. She smiled and rested her hoof on his cheek, looking deep into his eyes.

“Big Mac, I had no idea you felt like that. Whatever those mares did to you, I’m not gonna be like that. I mean, you’re handsome and well, I know why they call you big after all.”

Big Mac blushed as Sugar Belle couldn’t help to giggle.

“But just because I have some strong feelings doesn’t mean I’m gonna take advantage of you. You’re my special somepony and I don’t want you to forget that.”

Big Mac nodded, out of words from his big speech.

“And just because I want you to rut me like a bull and fill me with that big, black horsecock of yours...” Sugar Belle continued, holding her hooves against his face in a strong-willed fashion as she sat closer in front of Big Mac. “...doesn’t mean that I love you any less.”

Big Mac smiled and hugged the mare as she wrapped her hooves around his neck. After giving her a long kiss, the two broke away as they looked longingly into each other eyes.

“From behind?” Big Mac asked.

“Eeyup!” Sugar Belle chirped in response, mimicking Big Mac’s signature phrase.

Several minutes of foreplay later, Sugar Belle presented her dripping wet pussy in front of Big Mac’s rock hard horsecock. Leaning over the bed, she spread her hind legs as her tail flicked behind her. Having his shaft tugged on by Sugar Belle’s magic, the stallion went over and mounted on top of her, rubbing his tip against her soft opening. Sugar Belle moaned as she wiggled her cute little butt against Big Mac’s lap, begging for that hot, thick rod to push inside of her.

Grunting loudly, Big Mac gripped onto Sugar Belle’s shoulders with his large hooves and slipped his shaft into her slick slit. Sugar Belle neighed, gripping onto the covers of the bed as her hind hooves slipped from underneath her. Big Mac snorted as he thrust into the mare’s tight pussy, feeling his cock stroke the walls inside her. Rocking into her, Big Mac moaned as his sac slapped against her pussy, giving him an exuberant sensation. Sugar Belle moaned as Big Mac pumped his rod deep inside of her, pressing up against her soft womb.

“Yes! Oh, Big Mac! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” she cried out as his cock thrust up deep into her.

“Sugar-!” Big Mac let out, gasping as he felt his shaft rub inside of her. Using a hoof to balance himself on the bed, Big Mac grabbed onto her mane and pulled it towards him. Sugar Belle moaned as she felt the stallion grab her, using magic to tease at her spot as it rubbed against Big Mac’s member.

“Fill me up, Mac! Make me your apple cream-pie!” Sugar Belle yelled, biting her lip as pushed harder back against his cock.

“Ahhh! Sugar-!” Big Mac moaned out, letting his hot cum fill up Sugar Belle’s pussy. The mare moaned loudly as her juices squirted out of her slit, soaking Big Mac’s shaft. Closing her eyes, she panted as Big Mac pulled his member out of her, falling on his back. Squeezing her hind legs behind her, Sugar Belle felt Big Mac’s hot, sticky cum drip out of her slit as she moaned happily. Big Mac panted and knocked his head back, leaving his dripping cock standing at attention on top of his stomach.

“Mmm… thank you, Big Mac.”

Big Mac opened his eyes, expecting to see Sugar Belle leaving him to wash up after getting hot and dirty with her. He was instead surprised to see Sugar Belle’s muzzle in front of him, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Eee… eeyup!” Big Mac coughed out, smiling back at Sugar Belle while she wrapped her hooves across his chest, cuddling his side on the floor.

“Don’t you think the bed would be more comfortable?” she asked, running her hoof down his chin.

“Eeeyup.” Big Mac groaned, the pain of his back and head hitting the floor finally reaching his cloudy mind. Sugar Belle giggled as she closed her eyes, nuzzling softly into his neck.