Penny (Hot)Pocket

I walked up the path to the farm, purse in hand, with a slight feeling of trepidation. “Oh, calm down you silly girl” I said to myself. “This time, there will be no disappointments”

Nervously I peeked in to my purse to check I had everything I needed. It wasn't much, but to see the glass vial unbroken and sealed was a relief.

I increased my pace as I neared the barn then stood stock still to allow myself the chance to listen for any of the other farm ponies that may be working nearby. It was around the time that they would be bringing back their carts with their haul from the mornings hard work.

There was a clatter in the barn, then the sound of reigns being cinched.

I waited.

From the barn Applejack strode. Giving herself a quick once over to make sure the cart was secured correctly.

I ducked behind a tree.

I longed to go over and hug the plushy pony, but restrained myself admirably.

It only took a minute before she was off again, so I waited for an extra minute before emerging from my hiding place and casting a glance for any other unwanted attention.

Satisfied there was no ponies around I sneaked to the barn door and opened it, before ducking in and closing it behind me.

I was panting and sweating with nervous tension. A hunger from two days of fasting gnawed away at my tummy. I gave it a gentle pat. “Not long to go, Penny” I said “then you shall be all full up!”

I giggled a little at the terrible thought of what would soon be filling my tummy right up!.

I cast a look around the barn looking for something I could use. I knew that I was not strong enough to mate like a pony does, let alone take a stallion in the way a pony does. My body was simply too small and too fragile. My feminine channel to tiny by half.

I spotted a pair of bales of hay in the corner of the room so I tippy-toed over to them.

'It will be itchy on the skin, but I can work with this' I though to myself as I puzzled out my next move.

I bent down and dragged one of the bales to the centre of the barn and returned to the other, doing the same, then I reached down and pulled, stacking them atop each-other.

“Yes, this shall do nicely” I muttered.

It had been two days since I had worked my body and I had been unable to think of anything since. The thought of the stallion mounting me and taking me to be his mare was utterly burned in to my mind. I took a couple of panting breaths and loosened my dress, before kicking it off then hiding it behind the bales.

I pressed my hands in to the top of the stacked bales to test that they would be stable when weight was put upon them, then I lowered my torso.

The dried grass scratched and pinched at me. “This will simply not do Penelope” I said as I cast a glance around the barn, my eyes drifted to a musty looking sheet in the corner of the room. I dashed over to grab it. It was not soft like the fabrics Rarity works with, and certainly not clean, but I was wishing to get a little 'down and dirty' to claim my stallion, it would do the job, I thought.

I dragged the sheet to the bales and spread it over them. Dropping my chest back to the bales with their new covering. “this is just the ticket.” I muttered out.

I heard some sound from outside so I dashed stealthily to the crack in the door. Applejack was in the doorway to her home, probably talking to Granny Smith about something inconsequential. I froze and watched, hoping she would be off to work in the orchard again soon. It would not do to be disturbed.

Thankfully she moved away, shut the door and headed back out to the trees in the eastern fields.

The time was quickly approaching.

I removed my brazier and undergarments and hid them with my dress then moved back to the door to wait. It would not be long before my stallion arrived, and with Applejack heading off to the fields it would be some time before she was ready to bring in another load of apples from the harvest.

My hand snaked between my thighs as I stood at the door to tease myself and prod at my lady lips. Ponies had a quite miraculous sense of smell for these things. I was certain the dampness I was making would get my strong stallion hot and bothered. I took a moment to press my clitoris and prod a finger in to myself, I was burning quite profoundly.

I heard hooves in the distance. Heavy hooves. Oh such manly heavy hooves tramping upon the ground.

It was time.

I dashed back to the bales of hay and picked up my purse, pulling the vial out. The hoofsteps were thudding ever closer, so without further ado I popped the cork and bent over at the waist.

It was a little awkward as I bent over the bales I had stacked and teased my bottom open with a finger, then two.

I poured the lubricant as well as I could with my other hand, then used the two fingers in my bottom to push and massage the liquid in to myself.

The hooves were close now, so I poured the last of the liquid as quick as I could before tossing the vial to the corner of the barn.

Everything was just tickety boo.

I was ready.

My stallion was at the door now, and I am sure my scent was all the invitation he would need. I flipped my messy fingers to the musty sheet and quickly wiped them off and took up a stance, bent over at the waist, resting my upper torso and elbows on the bale table I had created. I spread my legs to a little under shoulder width.

I was the perfect height for him to take.

The door of the barn creaked open and I could hear a snuffling noise from my stallion.

I looked over my shoulder.

Big Macintosh stood at the entrance to the barn in all his wondrous glory, yoke around his neck and cart behind him. The thick fur on his chest curled with sweat.

Oh how I swooned, I could almost feel the weight of his strength in the air, the air pressure seemed to increase and the heat in the barn exploded.

“Oh, Big Macintosh” I called to him “I have been waiting for you” I called over to him.

I could see him reach down to release the straps of the cart from the yoke, before he discarded the yoke to the floor and kicked the door shut.

“This will not be like last time my dear” I said as a flush rose to my cheeks. “your mare is ready to be claimed.” I said. It had been three months since the last time I had tried to take this stallion, three months ago I had seduced the towering wall of strength.

Three months since I had failed to part my lady lips and allow him to take me. Three months since my mortified former self had ran away in tears and embarrassment.

I was simply too small down there, too slight, there was not enough space for him to fit.

Three months of using toys to expand my bottom, for that was where I was going to be taken, enough to allow his girth to fill me. My lady lips, I knew, could never give to his size.

This time would be different. With a little compromise and a little work I was going to give myself to my stallion and be his mare.

I rolled my hips, hoping that my now more plush rear would excite his pony mind.

Oh, I was not disappointed. His nose spread and he took two huffing sniffs at my musk from across the room. His gargantuan penis descended from its sheath. A drop of moisture descended the cleft of my labia.

I rolled my hips again.

“Miss Penny” he mumbled out “Ah' aint seen ya fer months”

“Oh, Big Macintosh,” I purred “don't you worry about a silly thing like that, rest assured that you have been on my mind a great deal” I delighted in the fact that my words stiffened his rod causing it to slap against his belly most spectacularly. “would you like to claim your mare?”

“Ah, reckon' ah do Miss Penny” he said with a little more firmness and a nod. “if yer sure t'aint no problem for yer”

“Oh I assure you Mr Macintosh, I am most ready”

He walked over to me and took another deep sniffle as he approached. “Don't reckon ah was 'spectin you bein' in heat again Miss Penny”

I suppressed a smile, I did not go in to heat like a pony does of course. But my appetite was great and the excitement between my legs was enough to give the appearance.

“Only for you, my handsome stallion” I purred over my shoulder.

His rod I realized, now that I was close enough to judge it after so long, was larger than any toy that I had back at home, and a small spike of worry gnawed deep in my gut.

But I would not fail today.

Today he would be my stallion.

The bales were stacked at the perfect height, his waist would meet mine perfectly. He reared then placed his hooves either side of my hips on the bales then shuffled forwards bringing his penis to my mound. I could feel it press against my lady lips and smearing my moisture, I almost allowed him to thrust in to me but there was no way he would fit there.

“Allow me” I said as I reached down and, unbeknownst to him, brought him to my back passage. “take me!” I said holding him there.

He thrust in to me. It was fast and sharp, he sank in a single moment more than three inches in to me. He was spreading my sphincter in a way that stung sharply, the pain shot through me and I shuddered.

It was so incredibly vulgar.

But oh! how my body gave to him!.

I felt him re-position and bring his fore-hooves up to either side of my head, so I moved both of my hands to grab on to them. The thick fur around his fetlocks tickled through my fingers.

He thrust again, more of his spire pushed in to me, only stopped by the medial ring on his most perfect length.

“Ahhhhnn!” I gasped out, it was so large. Larger than I had expected. I was spread so wide I felt I may break. It was an almost spiritual experience.

One more thrust and the medial ring insisted upon entrance to my depths, another stinging pain like a hard slap on the bottom crashed through me.

“Tight” he said simply.

“I am all for you” I replied.

One more thrust and the farmer ploughed my depths with the entirety of his tool. “AHH!” I screamed out a keening wail. “OH, YES!” I shouted, caring not if I disturbed any passing ponies “MAKE ME YOUR MARE MISTER MACINTOSH” I called.

His head dropped to my hair and he took two huffing sniffs before he took a mouthful in his mouth and tugged.

Stinging, exhilarating, sharp, vulgar and welcome pain at both ends of my body caused me to shiver around his length buried in my dirty cave. I was so incredibly full “Oh Macintosh, claim your mare”.

“Eeyup” he said simply before withdrawing, his medial ring brought another pain filled gasp from my mouth before he slammed himself back in. Once more he did the same and once more he retreated.

Then he slammed with all his immense strength, tugging my hair and pressing his entire weight down upon me. I felt his heartbeat through his rod, pushing, parting and separating my innards.

Wait.

Wait just one moment.

Big Mac was huffing and panting in to my hair. His rear legs shuddered. And his rod was pulsing.

He was ejaculating in to my bottom.

After three thrusts.

I was mortified, three months of training myself to take his length and girth. Three months of dreaming about taking him, of him making me his woman, his mare.

For this?

He panted and lifted himself up, pulling out slowly, my rear holding tight, I could not help it, he was simply so large.

“Is... are you quite done?!” I said in exasperation as his girth plopped out of me and I moved to cover myself with a hand so he could not see my gaping abused sphincter. It felt quite raw.

“Eeyup” he said as he trotted back to the door of the barn. His semen was dribbling out of me and squelching between my fingers.

I opened my mouth as if to tell him exactly what I thought of that performance!.

Then something slithered in to my mind,

'Oh darn!' I thought 'of bloody course!, he is a bloody horse!'

"Drat!"