Dear Princess Celestia

Dear Princess Celestia,

I used to think I knew everything about friendship. After all, me and my best friends have always loved doing everything together. I can’t even count how many people we’ve helped with their friendship problems over the years. But today I found out that I still have some things to learn. For instance, that there are some things that friends can’t do together, the kind of things you need to wait till you’re older when you’re ready for that experience.

Because as much as I loved Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, it’s not like they could help me learn how to make out with Big Macintosh, right? No, I had to do that on my own. And besides, can you even imagine how embarrassing it would be to get advice with them watching?

Well...

You don’t have to, because that actually happened!

It was a week after my 18th birthday when Big Mac had asked me out on a date. Big Mac is...um, you’ve seen him, right? He’s so big! Even now that I’m all grown up, I still don’t even come up to his shoulder, and his hands are so huge that whenever we’re holding them together, mine gets all swallowed up.

I don’t know why, but that’s so exciting!

So when I showed up for my date at the Apple family farm and he met me in just his overalls, his fur all stickin’ out and sweaty, I might have gotten just a little bit over-excited. I don’t get it. Most of the time when a guy gets sweaty, they’re supposed to just stink up real bad, right? But with Big Mac...he smelled soooo good!

He must have seen how funny I was looking at him, because he gave me that big, easygoing smile of his and rubbed my head, “Sweetie Belle, do you wanna step inside the barn, let me show you somethin’?”

I wasn’t hungry at all, but for some weird reason, just having his hand on my head made my mouth open and start watering even more than when I waiting for one of Pinkie Pie’s pies to cool. So much that my tongue was hanging out of my mouth and there was even a line of drool slipping out. It was so embarrassing!

I shut my mouth long enough to wipe the drool off my chin, then answered, “Sure, Big Mac! If you want to!”

He put that great big hand behind me, gave my bottom the gentlest squeeze, then guided me inside the barn. I didn’t know what it was he wanted me to see, but I couldn’t wait!

Well, Princess Celestia, you might have already guessed it, but let me tell you, it was even more amazing than I had been imagining!

“Wow…! Is it always that big?” It was huge! Long, red, and thick, bigger in every dimension than my forearm. I didn’t know if it would fit in me but it was making me totally soak my panties just looking at it.

(Um...Celestia...if it’s not 100% clear, I’m talking about his penis)

“Only when I’m about to have some fun with someone as cute an’ sexy as you.” Big Mac told me.

He thought I was cute! Well, I mean, I’ve always been cute. But sexy! That made me feel really proud of myself, and extra glad I’d had Rarity help me get dressed for the date. She’d insisted on the extra short skirt, the ones that wouldn’t stop flashing my panties any time I bent over. Or walked faster than a snail. Or turned around. Or really, just about anything. I wanted to wear some really lacy and fancy black panties underneath at least if everyone was going to be seeing them, but she’d told me that the simple pink thong would work best. I was so glad I’d listened to her advice!

“What...what kind of fun are we gonna have, Big Mac?” I’d never done this kind of thing before with anyone.

(Kissing practice with the other Cutie Mark Crusaders didn’t count!)

“We can do whatever you like.”

“Whatever I like?”

That was super exciting! But soooo nerve-wracking! This was our big date and I wanted it to be perfect. I didn’t want to act like a little kid in front of Big Mac, so I wasn’t sure just what to do. With him showing me his...you know...what I really wanted to do was just feel it deep inside of me, to get bounced around by it like I’d spied Rarity doing that one time. And Pinkie Pie. And…

Okay, don’t tell anyone, Princess Celestia, but me and the other CMCs might have three secret peepholes we use whenever we saw Big Mac “showing something” to one of his female friends. It’s a secret, okay?

Moving on!

Right then, I wanted to do what all the other girls had done. But I didn’t know if I’d be any good at it. I was nervous. What if it didn’t fit? What if I was no good at it? So instead, I asked him, “Can I...can I kiss it?”

Nervous and fretful as I was, just looking at his big easy smile was enough to make me relax, “Eeyup.”

This was my chance! Because little did he know, I’d been practicing! Every night when I was in bed, I’d practiced kissing, licking, sucking, and even swallowing with a dildo, getting ready for the day when I had a real live boyfriend...before using it for the...you know...other stuff.

But when I had both my hands wrapped around Big Mac’s big thing, I wondered just how much all that practice would help. He was sooo much bigger! And harder. And his felt so super warm compared to the stiff silicone one.

Hoping I could do a good job, I started out with kissing, smacking my lips from the top to the bottom, pushing my tongue out to taste each time . He didn’t have as strong a taste as I’d always imagined, but I still couldn’t keep my tongue off of him.

Once I got to the tip, I gulped nervously, then stretched my jaw open as wide as it’d go and wrapped my mouth around it. It was super tight, of course, and I worried I even hurt Big Mac when I grazed my teeth on it a little... but he gave me another one of his super relaxing headpats and things got a lot easier after I calmed down.

I spent more than a minute with just the tip inside my mouth. I was using my tongue to slide up and down, go around in circles, everything I’d ever practiced, but I knew that if I was going to really show him I’m no little kid, I needed to be able to fit in more than just the tip.

So I took a great big deep breath in through my nose, then relaxed my throat and pushed my head down. It was tough, kind of scary, and it hurt just a little bit...but I did it! I could tell Big Mac was super impressed with me too from the way his cock got all twitchy too, pulsing and throbbing against my throat.

Now that I’d done it, the rest was almost easy. I just let my do what it wanted, and it wanted to make him feel amazing. I went up and down, up and down, nice and slow, then faster than I even ever did with my toy.

It was all so hot, I was getting so wet, that even though I was wantin’ to make him feel good, I ended up reaching underneath my teeny-tiny skirt and rubbing myself over my panties. We weren’t being quiet either.

Well, okay, Big Mac is almost always quiet, but he was letting out this deep rumbling kind of a growling sound the longer I went at it. I couldn’t make that much noise when I had my mouth so full either, but the big moans I was making must have been loud enough to have been heard outside for sure.

It felt super fast and like forever until Big Mac came, and when he did, I swallowed almost all of it! I’m not saying that a little kid would have just choked and spit it out, but I bet I looked super sexy as I ran my tongue over my lips, licking up the bit that did dribble out, then nuzzled my face against his shaft to start cleaning him like a good girlfriend should.

Nuzzling him like that, looking up at him, I felt just silly for all the worrying I’d been doing. Big Mac and my friends didn’t care how childish or mature I acted. They liked me for who I was. I didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about!

“Sweetie Belle?! Big Mac?! How could you!”

Just as I was coming to this very important friendship epiphany, there, standing in the doorway to the barn, was Apple Bloom. And worst of all, she looked like she was about to cry!

Don’t worry though! Things worked out okay! But I left telling that part to Apple Bloom.