Hot Coco

Chapters

Setting the table
Amuse-bouche
Main Course
Second Helping

Setting the table

Coco Pommel was losing it.

The prim little mare danced on her hooves, her heart completely aflutter as she flipped between anxiety and excitement at the thought of what she would be doing later that night. She gleefully smiled and shivered with nervous energy as she escorted the last customer out of the Manehattan boutique, flipping the sign on the door over to ‘CLOSED’ as she locked it.

Coco let out a deep sigh, before chuckling and racing to the back of the store, where a small door had been installed which led to a staircase that ran up to her apartment. It was rather incredible being able to live and work in the same building, a blessing that she had to attribute to her employer, Rarity.

At first Coco was simply incredibly happy to be chosen by the famous fashionista to run her world-renowned haberdashery, but when the element of generosity had learned that Coco commuted two hours in each direction every day on Manehattan’s aging transit systems to run the store, she’d surprised Coco Pommel with a lease to the upstairs apartment.

Formerly a dancing club, now bought out and converted into a red-brick studio-condominium, Coco was living a dream come true, and at a price she was sure that Rarity had to be losing her shirt on. It was just one more reason that the blue-haired young mare would be loyal to her teacher until Equestria froze over.

Those thoughts were only at the back of Coco’s mind as she pranced to the bathroom, which was well designed with a luxurious soaker-tub and walk-in shower. There, waiting on the vanity, was the small package she had picked up from the apothecary earlier that morning… a discrete package with the text: “Madame Collette’s Colonic Cleanser” carefully emblazoned in unobtrusive and diminutive text, such that the entire thing could be easily mistaken for some other medication or vitamin… and not the precursor to rather… interesting other activities.

Coco quickly tore the top off her package and caught the two small gel capsules in her hoof. She paused only briefly to turn the sparkling, magically imbued elements before tossing them into her mouth, swallowing them, and chasing them with a muzzleful of water from the sink.

Without missing a beat Coco trotted into the shower and turned the spray to a warm and powerful cascade. It had been years since the last time she’d had any sort of… accident when using these magical cleansers… and Madame Collette had far superior quality control than the off-label medication responsible for those unpleasant events… but it still paid to be cautious. Coco had learned a long time ago that you can’t party where manure lives without expecting it to show up… unless you prepared first.

Coco felt a small rumbling in her stomach and intestines as the magical mixture of potion and spell-work quickly took effect. A shining twinkle rattled through her guts, magically scrubbing and renewing the mare’s gastrointestinal tract, sanitizing and sterilizing all her lower tract, effectively making her insides cleaner than a plate at Celestia’s table.

The spell completed with a playful tendril of spell-energy escaping from under Coco’s now soaked tail with a small ’poot’ before it burst into a magical rose… only for the sparkles to be washed away by the shower. Coco was well-used to the effect, a playful addition to the spell which signaled to the user that the effect was complete.

“Excuse me.” Coco said demurely, out of habit.

She chuckled to herself as she worked a good lather into her mane with the fragrant shampoo. She loved the clean feeling that the cleanser gave her - a feeling she made sure to experience every time before her ‘personal time’ on ‘special nights’ when she would raid the ‘toy box’ hidden under her bed. Not that she wouldn’t clean her toys afterward… Coco was an extremely sanitary mare… but being clean all around just made the whole process so much more enjoyable. Sometimes Coco would even use a douche to make herself even more fragrant, or just for her own pleasure… but there was no time for this now...

Because tonight she had a date!

And not a date with one of her toys, a heated exercise involving a bath, a steamy romance novel, a half-bottle of wine… and an absolutely exquisite finale… but a real, living, breathing, actual stallion!

Coco squee’d to herself as she stepped out of the shower, shaking her fur like a dog before taking one of her towels and draping it across her shoulders. Prancing on her hoof tips with excitement she danced over to her mirror, quickly picking up a brush and getting to work on her short mane.

Coco chuckled as she looked into the mirror. She knew that most mares her age would chide her for getting so excited to meet a stallion for the first time, acting like a school-filly going to her first dance. But she wasn’t like most other young mares. Coco had always been a bit reserved. Not timid or shy… but not equipped to deal with the aggressive dating scene of Manehattan, where mares outnumbered stallions four to one and females were expected to be almost predatory in their advances toward stallions… if they hoped to join a herd before they became old spinsters, that is.

Even worse, Coco knew that her… interest would almost certainly disqualify her from most stallions’ consideration. Whenever she’d heard the topic of… alternative activities discussed among her mare-friends, it would always be casually dismissed as “only for those perverts…” or “that disgusting colt-cuddler practice…” or “the refuge of street-mares who have loosened out their other bits.”

Coco sighed with nervousness as she straightened the last few curls of her mane with well-practiced applications of hairspray. Even the few stallions she’d tried (in hilariously awkward and rambling ways) to probe on the subject had been confused… “why would any stallion go in there? Is he really... undersized?” or “ugh… no thanks, I heard from another guy that there’s no grip down… there... why mess with perfection?”

Coco put the brush down with a small harrumph. Why mess with perfection indeed?’ she thought to herself. It wasn’t her fault she had this… passion. Ever since she’d been a young filly and her mother had used an old brand thermometer whenever she was sick… one that went in a non-standard orifice (and not her ear)... she’d been fascinated with the experience.

Many a time young Coco had requested a temperature check, only to be assured by her mother that her internal temperature was perfectly fine… once the well-lubricated, cool metallic tip of the thermometer had slipped into the filly, each time making her squeak with the strange tingling sensation. Coco’s mother was worried that she might be raising a hypochondriac… before young Coco had discovered she could ‘check her temperature’ herself.

As she grew older, Coco realized that some of the toys meant for her other bits could be useful for her ‘alternate hobby’. When she’d requested (with great embarrassment and much blushing) that her mother purchase her smaller, more ‘slender’ coolers for her early heats, her mother kindly obliged, simply assuming that the filly took after her mother in the size department.

But Coco’s hobby had stunted her romantic development. It certainly didn’t help that she heard so many negative opinions of the practice, but her relative neglect for her flower had made her worry that she would be unsuitable for any but the smallest of stallions.

Coco steeled herself, scrunching her face up as she stared herself down in the mirror and reached for her makeup and lipstick. ’C’mon Coco! Stop acting like this is your first date! You’ve been out with plenty of handsome stallions!’ Coco thought to herself, plucking herself up and puffing up her chest with confidence…

Before reality crashed back over her and she deflated… ’Yeah… if by plenty you mean three… and by ‘go-out-with’ you mean went out for coffee once then never spoke to them again once they found out you weren’t going to simply hike your tail for them...and by handsome you mean any stallion you could get…’

Coco groaned.

’This date was a bad idea after all. ‘Maybe I should simply call the whole thing off… ‘

She applied the red lipstick to her lips expertly despite the tremble in her hoof.

“Hmmm… really dear, I think that red isn’t your color… you’d look much better au naturelle!”

Coco sighed, lifting a handkerchief and clearing the lipstick from her face.

’Yes, they have a point… it really does look much better when I don’t wear… wait… WHO?’

Coco nearly jumped out of her skin as she came to the realization that she was not alone in the bathroom. Her head turned at whiplash-inducing speed to her right, where she saw a chuckling alabaster unicorn, tittering in amusement at her antics.

“R-rarity!?”

“Yes! It is I, dear Coco!” Rarity chucked, as she ignited her magic to help finish Coco’s aesthetic preparations, with blue flashes of magic swirling about the stunned and agape pony, lifting brushes and puff-pads to primp and polish the stunned little earth-mare. “I do hope you’ll forgive my intrusion! I had hoped to catch you before closing, usually you’re in the store so late! What’s the rush my dear protege?”

Coco stammered slightly, her mind still racing to try to adapt to the situation as Rarity finished by placing Coco’s trademark flower into her mane.

“Hmm… my dear Coco, if I didn’t know any better I might surmise that you were preparing for a date, hmmm!?” Rarity grinned, leading the railroaded mare into her apartment bedroom.

Coco’s blush further contributed to her flummoxed state as she strained to respond. “I… uh… well… yes... but I...”

“Ooooooo! How lovely!” Rarity squee’d prancing about the room, to Coco’s disdain. “Do tell my dear! Who is this stallion of yours? Why haven’t you told me of him before? How long have you been seeing each other? Is he a perfect gentlecolt? He had better be! I wouldn’t accept anything less for my lovely little Coco!” Rarity’s stream of consciousness was almost uninterruptible, but Coco was well acquainted with her employer’s flights of fancy.

Coco pawed shyly at the hardwood floor, unable to meet Rarity’s eye. “Uh… well… actually… tonight was going to be my first date with him.” She smiled demurely up at the unicorn.

“Oh, how wonderful!” Rarity chirped, patting her friend’s leg. “What is his name? How did you meet?”

Coco chuckled nervously, “well… actually Rarity… I don’t know his name.”

Rarity paused, her head cocking slightly to the left in confusion. “Oh? A case of late-night revelry and only a telephone number then? Where did you meet this fellow?”

Coco’s blush became even deeper. “W-well… I… I don’t… I’ve never actually met him either… in person…”

Rarity’s look became one of knowing understanding. “Oh… OH… a hired companion for the evening? Which service do you use? My preference is Embe-”

“No! No.” Coco quickly corrected. “It’s not a comfort-pony service stallion.” Coco sighed. “I’d be far too embarrassed to use somepony so experienced… no I met him on Flinder.”

Rarity’s eyebrow arched. “Flinder? What is that dear? Some new bar or restaurant in the city?”

Coco chuckled and shook her head, hopping over to her dresser where her smartphone sat. “I guess you don’t have the service out in Ponyville yet. It’s all the rage in the city right now!” Coco sat on the edge of her well-made bed, patting next to her as an invitation for Rarity to do the same so that she could see the screen. “It’s a dating app developed by a pair of entrepreneurs… brothers I think… it shows you pictures of other ponies, you swiped left if you’re not interested, or right if you fancy them.” Coco showed Rarity how it worked, quickly flipping left through a few grinning stallions. “If you and the other pony both swipe right on one another… it opens a chat between the two of you!”

Rarity’s eyes sparkled. “Th-that’s… marvelous!” She squee’d once again and looked down to inspect the app more closely. “I really must meet these brothers! I would love nothing more than to try this out for myself… mama needs a new stallion, too…” Rarity uttered the last part under her breath, then pointed at the screen again. “Oh! Is this the chat with your date for this evening?”

Coco blushed, starting to turn away from the unicorn to shield her phone from her vision. “Y-yes… b-but… I.”

“Oh, come now dear! Let me see!” Rarity whined, trying to look over her blushing friend’s shoulder.

“R-rarity… I… cut it out, it’s… it’s embaras-”

Coco was cut off, Rarity had tired of dodging this way and that… instead snatching Coco’s phone from her grasp with a quick flash of her magic field.

“Ah, that’s better… now let’s see…” Rarity began to scroll through the chat, as Coco desperately tried to get her hooves back on her phone. “What’s his name… ‘Aspiring Fudge Packer?” Rarity’s eyebrow arched up again. “Is this fellow trying to break into the confectionary industry?”

Coco’s face was on fire with how red and hot it had become. “R-rarity… p-please! Don’t read…”

“And your name… Backdoor Babe... oh… OH. Oh my!” Rarity giggled.

The chat revealed the just how salaciously accurate the euphemistic names truly were. Rarity couldn’t help but chuckle as she scrolled through the conversation, imagining the timid little mare she’d known for years now saying some of these things aloud. Coco could only bury her face in her pillows, mortified that her chat was currently being read by someone who knew her personally.

...

Aspiring Fudge Packer: So… we’re on for Friday then? I’m going to go out and get my train ticket now.

Backdoor Babe: You bet, big boy. Mmm I can hardly wait, this week is going to be so hard.

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Hehe… no I’ll be the one who is so HARD this week… thinking of your ass as I work my plow.

Backdoor Babe:I’m getting soaked now… thinking of you plowing my ass.

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Damn BB. Tell me more.

Backdoor Babe: So naughty. Let’s just say I’m typing with one hoof, stud. Mmm… I’m looking over my set of plugs right now. Thinking about whether I should put one in through the week to get myself ready for you. What size should I stick up my rear, Packer?

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Wew. You just gave me a hardon. Do I need to send you a picture?

Backdoor Babe:I’ve still got the one you sent last week. You big… bad… boy. I’m looking at it right now. Mmm… definitely need the XXL plug.

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Do you actually wear that through the week?

Backdoor Babe: Can you imagine? I’m talking with the rich and elite of Manehattan… all the while a BIG… THICK… silicon plug is spreading my TIGHT little butthole… my pussy is winking and dripping….

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Keep going BB.

Backdoor Babe: Hmm… are you touching yourself now, Packer?

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Yep.

Backdoor Babe: So am I… I’m also using a suction cup cooler-dildo, the biggest one I could find... It’s halfway in my ass right now. I’m going nice and slow… so don’t stroke yourself too fast. I want you to imagine my tight little ass… bouncing up and down on your BIG, BLACK, COCK…

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Fuck BB. I’m close.

Backdoor Babe: Mmm… we’ll have to work on that… I’m sliding all the way down my cooler now. It’s all the way in my butt. Just imagine how hot and tight it will be around your dick. I want you to squeeze your big stallionhood as hard as you can and think of me sitting on your lap, riding you.

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Shit. I’m flaring.

Backdoor Babe: Bad boy. I’m close too. Think of me as you cum, I’m doing the same.

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Yup.

Backdoor Babe: You done?

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Yeah, just cleaning up, I think I shot some right into the hayloft.

Backdoor Babe: LOL. I just soaked myself. Good thing I was in my shower.

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Jeez BB. I can’t wait for Friday! Are you still sure you want to do this? I know I’m really really big… so… if it doesn’t work for you…

Backdoor Babe: Hey! No backing out now, Packer! Just because none of the mares in your small town have the guts to take a larger stallion in the backdoor doesn’t mean anything… I’m a sophisticated city mare!

Aspiring Fudge Packer: ...you already told me this will be your first time doing anal BB, lol.

Backdoor Babe: Lol, yeah… but I’ve practiced a LOT, OK? Celestia hear me… I’ll make it work on Friday, one way or another! We’ll get that big shaft of yours in my butt!

Aspiring Fudge Packer:: Man, I hope so! Even if it doesn’t work out though… I’d be happy to just admire that beautiful butt of yours BB.

Backdoor Babe: Stop! Flattery will get you nowhere.

Aspiring Fudge Packer: Well… it’ll get me up your rear. But it’s true.

Backdoor Babe: Cut it out, you’re making me blush! Now get to sleep, and dream of Friday!

Aspiring Fudge Packer:: It’s all I can think of.

Rarity read the last parts of the chat aloud. part way through reading the salacious commentary she had cruelly decided to delight in torturing her poor protege by giving an oral recitation of the transcript, replete with falsetto versions of Coco’s parts and gruff tones for her male counterpart’s elements.

Coco groaned and kicked her hooves futilely against the top of her bed, hoping to somehow drown out the embarrassment.

“Oh Coco… you’re so adorable!” Rarity giggled, pulling the mare out from her hiding spot, buried in her fluffy pillows. “You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about! That was one of the most precious things I’ve ever read. I didn’t know that you had it in you dear!”

Coco grumbled. “It’s so embarrassing! It’s like I’m another pony when I’m on the chat”

“Mmm… yes, that’s not an uncommon occurrence from what I understand. The mask of anonymity can give even the meekest of ponies the ferocity of a lioness. But you shouldn’t shy away Coco, I love girl talk… especially if it a bit spicy!”

Coco blinked, looking over at her mentor and friend. “Y-you don’t find it weird that I like… b-bum stuff?”

Rarity began to laugh. “B-bum stuff?” Rarity caught her breath, clearing tears of mirth from her eyes. “After some of the things you wrote to that stallion you call it ‘bum stuff’? Hahaha! Dear you are far too precious!”

Coco grumped, puffing her cheeks out a bit. She was not a fan of being an object of mirth.

“But, no dear. Of course not.” Rarity’s eyebrows waggled a bit and she got a sly look before continuing. “Madame Rarity is an artiste when it comes to love. And those who would be so foolishly as to neglect such an important erogenous tool are no more sophisticated than a filly hoofing at herself for the first time… truly those naysayers are unsophisticated, uncultured, boors.”

Coco’s ears perked up and she looked over at Rarity with a small glimmer of curiosity. “So… you’ve…”

Rarity smiled generously. “Of course... my dear. You haven’t? Strange for somepony who seems so enamored of the act!”

Coco sighed and looked depressingly at the bed between the two of them. “No… I haven’t… I mean… I’ve done it plenty with ‘plastic’ stallions… but never anything real. I’ve never been with a real stallion... “

“Ever darling? Not even in the more… ‘conventional’ method?” Rarity asked.

“No.” Coco groaned. “I’m such a lose-”

Rarity put a hoof over Coco’s muzzle, stifling her. “Ahp ahp ahp…. I’ll hear nothing of the sort my dear. You are a beautiful and exquisite flower! The fact that you bloom a bit later only means that you are even more rare and delightful!”

Coco smiled meekly. “Th-thanks Rarity. Still… I have no idea how I am going to get the courage to go through with this. Now that I think of it… I think I should call Packer and shut this whole thing down. I’m nowhere near the confident mare from that chat.” Coco groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “I mean look at me! I’m ready to melt a hole in the ground from blushing… then happily bury myself in said hole!”

Rarity chuckled and picked the phone back up. “Well dear… I have a bit of… experience with these sorts of things… if you will. Let us simply say that ‘Madame’ Rarity refers to more than simply my experience with haute couture… I would be more than willing to assist…”

Coco perked up and sat up with interest. “R-really? Y-you could help?”

Rarity’s eyes grew wide as she clicked on Aspiring Fudge Packer’s Profile, showing her his photo for the first time… as well as the photos he had sent Coco.

“Darling… I believe it would be my privilege to help.

A few hours later

Big Mac nervously scratched the back of his head as he loitered outside one of Manehattan’s many coffee shops. This particular shop was well situated, across from the wildly famous and popular “Rarity for You” boutique. It was also right across the street from where the red farm-pony was due to meet his Flinder date.

Big Mac had originally been extremely nervous to use the new-fangled dating app. Heck, he had just bought a low-end smartphone a few months earlier and barely understood how the thing worked. On top of that, he had nothing to complain about when it came to the dating scene in and around Ponyville.

Well… almost nothing to complain about.

It was true that he was renowned as the country village’s top stud. Certainly, no other stallion compared to his… size... and/or stamina. There was a time when it was well known that mares could drop by the Sweet Apple Acres barn at 7PM on a Tuesday night, enter by the back door, and leave fully satisfied 15 minutes later. Heck, some Tuesdays there was a line-up!

Applejack had eventually put a stop to that, scolding her brother about appearances and the family name… about how he was setting a bad example for Applebloom, who would soon be old enough to understand many of the euphemisms and rumors that Ponyville mares shared about the farm-pony. The only reason AJ had even allowed his behavior to that point was that Mac had been quite careful to avoid any trysts with her closest friends, the elements of harmony.

Still… it didn’t prevent Applejack from finding out from the loud-mouthed Lyra Heartstrings or the otherwise prim and proper Octavia Melody about some of the more salacious details of what went on in the family hayloft. To quote his sister: “Ah really didn’t need ta know that yer load is as thick as Bon Bon’s cream-fillin’... or that ‘yer longer then Octavia’s cello bow.”

It had been funny at the time to see his usually uptight sister blush at having to speak about such things with him. Funny up until she’d locked the barn and banned any further Tuesday night romps.

But Mac had recovered.

A few months later he had fallen for a baker from another village, and after a few perfectly harmless and romantic dates, the two had fallen head over hooves for one another. Sugar Belle had even moved to Ponyville to be closer to her beau…

But Sugar Belle was a traditional mare. She refused to ‘go for a midnight hay wrestling session’ before the two were properly hitched. Mac had whined and cajoled and begged, trying to make it clear to the beautiful baker that he was built to sow his oats, and it was agony not to.

Sugar Belle had simply chuckled and shook her head. She was good enough to give him the green light to ‘plow some fields’ before their marriage if he really had to… (in fact she’d encouraged him to actually do so as a means of auditioning recruits for their future herd) ... but it would not be her rear up in the air.

She also made it very clear that once they WERE hitched, that would signal the end of any of his gallivanting, so it was best for him to get all his wicked fantasies out of his system now.

So, Mac had started to date around Ponyville once again. More carefully selecting which mares he would go to visit, being more discrete with the ponies he partnered with. Over the course of the past summer he’d ticked off every fantasy in his book. Blowjobs, hoofjobs, magic-jobs, two mares at once… teen-mares… milf-mares… mayor-mares… he’d done them all. Except for one outstanding checkbox:

Anal sex.

It was his own fault - there wasn’t a mare within a hundred miles o Ponyville who didn’t know about the legend of Big Mac and his ‘not-so-little’ Mac. Every proposition ended with a cold shut-down, often accompanied with laughter or disbelief.

He’d shared his frustrations with his future wife, Sugar Belle when they were snuggling together one evening.... He was grousing about how he’d have to wait until they were married before he’d get to experience the sensations of a mare’s plothole, when Sugar Belle had simply chuckled and pushed him away.

Looking down at his groin with a pointed glance, she’d simply smirked and shook her head. “And you think I’m going to put that in MY tailhole? Hun… I’d be sent to the hospital… nuh-huh… that ain’t happening!”

So, Mac had turned to one last refuge: Flinder.

With the help of his darling sweetheart, they’d swiped through hundreds of photos, expanding the range of candidates larger and larger. Every time they got a hit, after only a little bit of chatting it would quickly become clear that the mare was NOT interested in doing THAT particular sex act… and the few that were curious quickly became ‘not-so-curious’ when he shared pictures of himself… in ALL his glory.

Until he’d matched with Backdoor Babe, that was.

True she was in Manehattan… a long way off from Ponyville. But chatting with her was incredibly sexy. Sugar Belle and Big Mac loved the raunchy texts this mare would send his way (Sugar Belle particularly enjoyed watching her crush get off to them - without helping of course… despite how much Mac would beg).

So it was that Big Mac had a bag and lunch packed for him by his darling marefriend, who saw him off at the train station with a hug and a wave… and a whisper to “give Backdoor Babe a ride that won’t let her sit for a week!” As the train had pulled from the Ponyville station, Sugar Belle had run down the platform shouting after him: “Oh, and don’t forget to ask her what she thinks about herds!”

A few hours later, Big Mac found himself outside of the boutique, mere meters away from his dream-mare. Well… one of his dream-mares.

So why was it that he was getting cold hooves!?

He was as nervous as the first time he’d bucked an apple tree! He was already fifteen minutes late to his date, just staring across the street at the door to the shop. How could he possibly go face that sophisticated, sexual, city-mare now?

Gulping with a sigh of resignation, Big Mac made to turn around and leave the coffee-shop, head to the train station, and return to Ponyville in shame. Perhaps some dreams were too big for a simple farm-stallion like him… or more accurately… some dreams were too tight.

Just as he made to leave, the watched door burst open, and an awfully familiar white unicorn with gorgeous purple locks shouted across the street to him.

“Mr. Big Macintosh, sir, get over here. This. INSTANT!”

“H-huh?” Mac stammered, now inside the store. “R-rarity, what are y-yew…”

Rarity huffed, shutting the door behind him and tapping her hoof impatiently. “Quiet down darling. Really! Making a poor filly wait like that! And don’t deny that you were making to abscond when I called you over! Really, Big Mac, such actions could make a poor mare’s heart break to stand her up like that!”

Mac’s head swirled as he tried to understand exactly what was happening. “W-wait… YOU are BB? Y-yah don’t look anyth-”

“Oh pish posh, Big Mac. I’m not your damsel. Merely… her coach, shall we say. It was a happy accident that finds us in such a serendipitous situation. I was asked by your lovely date to be the… shall we say… inverse-chaperone… for the evening. More aptly, I will be the mistress for the evening.”

Mac’s face scrunched in confusion. “I… I d-don’t…”

Rarity sighed and rolled her eyes, as she prodded the larger stallion along toward the back of the shop. “I had planned to use this time to go over in detail exactly what the arrangement would be and set out some very detailed ground rules for us to follow, perhaps even over a nice bottle of red wine.” She began to growl, “However, your simply uncouth tardiness forced my hoof, and poor Coco is waiting for us. So instead I will simply ask one question.”

Rarity paused and looked Big Mac directly in his eyes.

“Are you ready for me to give you and Coco Pommel a night of the most mind-blowing, tail-swishing, eye-rolling, tongue-lolling, mouth drooling sex you’ve ever experienced - including the unique opportunity to cum in Miss Pommel’s ass?”

Mac’s heart skipped a beat. Then two beats. Actually… he was quite sure his heart had just stopped. He thumped his chest several times to try to get it working again as he coughed in shock.

“Darling, that reaction is such a cliché. Miss Pommel awaits upstairs. She already said yes.”

Mac finally found his voice, his big powerful heart beginning to thump in his chest once again and letting him speak.

“M-miss Rarity… I… I don’t know what to say…”

“Say yes, darling.”

Author's Note

Hahaha... what if he just said no?

Amuse-bouche

“Say yes, darling.”

In no time at all, Mac was quickly trussed up by the smaller fashion mare. With flashes of her magic and a well-practiced eye she had teased out his hair. Running a brush through his fur and combing out any burrs and knots in his red coat, leaving him shining like a new penny.

He’d gotten ever so slightly uncomfortable when Rarity’s magic had pushed apart his hooves ever so slightly, forcing him into a more exposed, splayed posture.

“Rarity - ah’m not so sure we need tah do all-”

Rarity harrumphed, suddenly floating a small black eye mask over her face and levitating a riding crop from her nearby saddlebag. She held the crop menacingly in front of the larger stallion’s face and spoke in an icy-clear tone. “I shall allow you one infraction my little stud. But the next time you shall be punished. For the rest of the evening you shall refer to me as mistress.”

Big Mac gulped. Seeing Rarity in the mask, hearing her use that tone. It was… exciting. He’d heard about mares who could dominate in the bedroom but had never run into one during his time in Ponyville. Little did he know that Rarity had driven all competition out of town.

“Hmm… I think this one will do nicely.” Rarity mused, as she brought a bridle from behind the counter up and over Mac’s head. Big Mac wasn’t unfamiliar with the gear. Bridles were sometimes used on the farm to give an extra ‘oomph’ when pulling extremely heavy ploughs. But these straps… the quality of this leather… the soft bit that fit into his teeth… this was pure comfortable pleasure.

“I think I shall forego any saddle for you, stud. This evening you’ll be ridden in an entirely different manner.” Rarity chuckled, while bringing up a wrap of black tape. Her horn lit again and took hold of Mac’s hay-colored tail, yanking it upwards with a tug.

Mac softly nickered, surprised at the sudden exposure of his rear as Rarity stalked behind him. He felt his butt clench in nervous fear, as if he could feel the unicorn’s gaze trace over his stallion-bits. With well-practiced skill, Rarity looped Big Mac’s tail into several well-coiffed folds… then began to wrap the base of his tail with tight coils of tape. Big Mac couldn’t help but grunt slightly, he noticed that Rarity was careful not to pull any of his sensitive hairs from his dock uncomfortably, but the feel of chilly air against his exposed plot was entirely new to him.

“Hmm… yes…” Rarity mused, as she tucked the last wrap of tape into itself. “Very nice.”

Mac shivered as cold leather pressed up against his hanging testicles, lifting the heavy orbs contained inside the charcoal-dark skin. Rarity’s crop handle was lifting him… testing the weight of his most sensitive sack.

“Yes… I think we’ll get an exceptionally good performance out of these tonight, don’t you think?”

Mac swallowed, desperately trying not to become erect. A moment later he felt a sharp stinging pain on the side of his thigh.

“I asked you a question, stud. Answer.”

“Y-yes!” Big Mac squeaked. Another small stinging pain next to the first point of impact.

“Yes, what!?” Rarity growled.

“Y-yes… mistress!” Big Mac grunted, as he felt his organ begin to slip from its sheath, the small head of his unerect cock peeking out into the world.

“Mmm. Better.” Rarity chuckled, her crop returning to its prodding inspection of the stallion’s nethers. “Tonight is all about obedience.” With the word, Rarity jerked the bridle, forcing Mac to lift his head and assume a pose similar to that of a Royal Guards-pony on watch-duty. “...and reward...” Rarity released the bridle’s pressure ever so slightly, and Mac felt a small cloud of magical energy wrap around his balls, massaging them ever so playfully, so lovingly. He felt himself begin to slip even further from his sheath as his erection began to overtake his ability to restrain himself.

“About power.” Rarity’s field tightened, making Mac whimper at the pressure against his delicate testicles - before the blue magic slid up to his shaft and began to pump the base of his growing cock. Mac’s whimper became a groan. He’d never had a magic-job even close to this level of skill before. The subtle swishing play of warm vortices as they danced along his expanding shaft and under the sensitive ridge and glans of his cockhead turned his groan into an open-mouthed moan.

Rarity smirked as she felt the cock she’d heard so much about droop heavily out of its sheath as it filled with hot, boiling stallion-blood. She didn’t let Mac see her lick her lips as the now fat, black, cockhead briefly touched the store’s floor before the massive shaft began to pump up, rising slowly in its full glory... unfurling the last of its veiny, throbbing meat past the medial ring as it stretched to its massive 18-inch length. Rarity marveled internally at just how long her magic had to travel to complete a full pump of the massive black organ… of just how wide she had to stretch her field to encapsulate the impressive girth of the big earth-pony… the legends were true.

“...and restraint.” Rarity purred, bringing her magic back to tug Mac’s balls down with an aggressive yank, making the long cock-shaft slap up against the stallion’s belly. While the big black orbs were being pulled away from his body, Rarity slid a specially crafted magical leather harness-ring set into position. She quickly snapped the joined concentric rings in position, fastening them carefully so that they would be snug, but not overly tight. In the end, one ring was securely fastened (though at the limit of its design) around the base of Big Mac’s heavy cock, and the other ring was around his scrotum, keeping his big, fat balls pulled down and away from his groin.

Big Mac groaned softly through his bit. The strange feeling causing him to rush with excitement and a strange mix of discomfited pleasure. The ring around his cock was particularly strange. It allowed hot blood to rush into his shaft, but only permitted the barest of trickles to escape it. The net effect was what felt like a swelling balloon underneath him. Each throb of his heart pumping his cock to a thicker, hotter size… stretching and straining the very skin of his head and shaft as he filled to an unstoppably larger size. He sensed his cock droop from the extra weight away from his belly, though it was harder than it had ever been before.

“Mmm… yes… I really did need to restrain such a big stud, didn’t I?”

“Y-yes, m-mistress.”

Rarity chuckled, softly stroking Mac’s mane with a hoof as she tickled his cock with her magic. She nuzzled into his neck and cooed into his ear. “Would you like anything else before we begin, darling? A plug or a vibrator in your bottom?” Rarity hovered a small metallic buttplug in front of Mac’s bridled and stunned face. “Any potion or drink?”

Mac’s eyes widened with fear. “Uh… I… in m-my!?”

Rarity chuckled and shushed him. “Easy Big Mac, easy. You’re new to this, I see. Not to worry - these accoutrements will more than do for now. Do try to remember how you just felt about even the thought of something this small going into you… when you shove this...” Rarity flicked the end of Big Mac’s heavy stallionhood with her magic, “into Coco’s tight little tailhole… she’s a brave mare.”

Big Mac gulped. His nostrils flaring open and shut.

“No water then?” Rarity hovered up a small glass of water, which Big Mac declined with a shake of his head. “Alright darling, I shall resume.” Rarity’s bright eyes fluttered, and she jerked the bridle, making Mac stumble forward. “Come. Stud.”

Rarity opened the door leading to the stairs that went into Coco’s apartment above the boutique. With Dainty and confident steps, Rarity climbed the staircase, always leading Big Mac by the leather bridle, as if she were pulling along a non-sapient livestock animal.

Big Mac saw little droplets of liquid on the dimly lit stairs. He glanced up briefly… and saw Rarity’s beautiful plot right in front of him. A small leather wrap held her tail into a tight bun and was itself tied to a small half-corset that rested tightly around Rarity’s beautiful hips. It provided a perfect purchase to lift the fashionista’s dock high and out of the way, exposing her completely.

The mare’s shapely ass was framed perfectly by the constraints of the black corset, just plump enough that it looked firm and full, without being overly pudgy or large. Beneath the hiked-up tail was Rarity’s slender ponut, a tight ring of white muscle that truly looked like a small, fleshy donut… except for the bright diamond jewel adorning the plug which filled its center. A beautiful pair of silver chains ran from small rings on either side of the plug, along the outsides of her puffy mare-lips, framing the engorged pleasure-flesh from the inside of her thighs. Mac’s gaze lingered on the beautiful alabaster lips, already wet and gaping with arousal, twinges of pink clearly visible beneath… but quickly it was drawn to the fat nub of pink flesh just below.

Rarity’s clitoris was stuck out in a permanent state of extruded winking, held there by a diamond stud-ended silver bar which pierced through the deep base of her love-bud, restricting it from retracting back into the soft folds of her pussy, holding it out in the wet, humid air like a small, throbbing filly-cockhead. The silver chains ran to each end of the beautiful studded bar, completing the heavenly vision. Mac had never seen anything like it.

He blushed as he looked down and away, trying to avert his eyes.

“Ah ah ah…” Rarity scolded from in front of him, as she looked over her shoulder. “It is meant to be looked at, my stud…”

Mac kept his nose pointed demurely toward the ground and glanced up with his eyes, he could see little rivulets of Rarity’s juices trickling along the inside of her labia, trickling along the throbbing bud of her clit, trickling off the ends of the piercing, and falling to the stairs below her.

“I said LOOK, stud.” Rarity admonished, her crop levitating under Mac’s chin and lifting it up so that it was mere inches from her beautiful ass.

Mac’s nostrils flared, taking in the heavenly scent of lavender perfumed musk. He swallowed deeply, the gasping intake absorbing a trickle of Rarity’s essence from the wet humidity of the air. Mac felt his cock throb, his own pre-cum beginning to trickle from the overly swollen head.

“Mmm… yes.” Rarity licked her lips, “Good stud. Come along then.” She continued trotting up the stairs, pulling her animal along with her.

At the top of the flight, she paused at a nearby door, and knocked once.

“Are you ready, my little broodmare?” She sang out like a songbird. “I have my breeding stud ready.”

“Y-y-yes… M-mistress Rarity.” Came a soft voice from inside.

Mac’s heart rate jumped up: ‘BB!’ he thought to himself… ‘Or was it Coco? Was this really happening?’

Rarity grinned and pushed the door open.

Soft flickering amber light illuminated the spacious bedroom, tongues of candlelight danced in solemn jars spread liberally, adorning the dressers and shelves. Big Mac’s nose picked up immediately on the soft hints of fragrant incense wafting from the smoldering wicks, but even more so he caught the vanilla scent of feminine beauty, something intangible which he could tell was no manufactured perfume… but a natural musk that stirred his most masculine of impulses.

Rarity continued to tug him gently into the room, and he instantly focused on the most beautiful object in the room. A diminutive, cream colored mare, standing on the hardwood floor by the old-fashioned four poster bed.

She had soft blue hair, cut in a bob-style, with the most striking eyes. Even more noticeable was her outfit. Like him, Rarity had affixed Coco with a well-designed bridle, except a half-hitch tied her lead to one of the bed’s posts. Also, unlike Mac, her bridle had a pair of flaps near that came off the straps that crossed her cheekbones, a set of blinders that prevented her from seeing anything but what was directly in front of her.

Mac followed the curve of her slender neck down to her shoulders, where a small black saddle rode along her back, neatly poised along on the graceful arch of her spine. It seemed to be well cinched in, forcing the mare to bend slightly tilting her hips upward so that her ass stuck slightly more prominently in the air. And to that end, a strap came off the rear of the saddle, cinched tightly to a small leather slip around the mare’s dock, which was held in place by a long length of tail wrap, that went nearly a foot along the cerulean tail, before it let the remaining length of tail hairs free in a fountain of blue, raised high into the air. Mac could see that the setup forced her to have her tail permanently hiked way up into the air, like a hungry slut waiting to be bred.

“Mmm… good little brood-mare… I see you’ve stayed hitched to your breeding post while I was getting my stud ready for you.”

Coco nodded meekly, “Y-yes, mistress.” She stayed stock still, facing away from Mac and Rarity, not having made eye contact with either of them because of the blinders on her eyes and the direction she was facing.

“Good, good.” Rarity chuckled, still leading Mac into the room.

“Good evenin’ Miss Pom-”

*Thwack*

Mac’s mouth shut as he felt a sharp sting lay across his snout, a precision strike landed by Rarity’s crop.

“No talking.” She hissed, stalking around to face Big Mac. “You two are animals in rut. I am a breeder. As far as you are concerned, you, stud, and my brood-mare are two ancient, prehistoric horses - whom I am choosing to breed at my pleasure.” She traced the crop menacingly along the underside of Mac’s neck. “Such prehistoric horses did not talk, or think… they simply ate, slept… and fucked. If they were around today they would need a strong mistress to care for them.” She stalked around Mac, her eyes invading every part of his exposed body, lingering on his exposed penis. “You both will do the same. You are my animals… and will obey. If I am so kind as to grant you speech, you may answer briefly. Nothing more.”

Mac nodded, as did Coco.

“Mmm… very good my darlings, very good.” Rarity chuckled and walked over toward Coco. “Now, the most important thing for breeding animals is to prepare the female. She must be well aroused before any mating should occur.” Rarity tugged on Mac’s lead. “I think a small display would be a clever way to start, hm? Over here stud.” Rarity tapped a spot on the floor where Coco would be able to see Mac.

Mac began to walk over, careful to take light steps so he wouldn’t make thudding hoof-falls… and to avoid having his heavily engorged cock bounce obscenely and embarrassingly below him… only to be yanked jarringly in place by Rarity, stopping him cold.

“No no no. This is a display my stud. You must show your masculinity to your mare. I want a good proud, trot! High knees and a tall chest. Project those muscles!” Rarity clicked her tongue and tapped the floor again.

Once again, Mac started to make his way over, this time lifting his powerful legs to trot in place, like one of those show-ponies. The heavy thuds of his hooves slamming into the floor cracked through the bedroom as he pranced forward and into Coco’s field of vision. He blushed slightly as he felt his large, stiff stallionhood bouncing in heavy, wet slaps underneath him as he paraded in front of the cream-colored mare… as his big heavy balls bounced up and down against the ring weighing them away from his body.

“Yes, yes. Good, now stop right there stud. Head up, shoulders straight.” Rarity positioned Big Mac so that he was standing side on to Coco, displaying all his rugged strength in its fullness.

Mac saw Coco’s beautiful eyes flash along his body, her gaze tracing up his powerful legs… lingering on his heavy equipment, then meeting his face, her beautiful blue pools of vision pouring into his with quiet embarrassment… and burning desire. He started to turn his head to stare back at her… only to receive a sharp jolt on his reigns for his attempt.

“Ah ah ah. Eyes forward. Focus. You are being judged.”

Mac stared straight ahead, careful not to rouse Rarity’s sterner admonitions. He strained to his utmost with his peripheral vision to see what Coco was doing.

“Yes… very good hm, my broodmare?” Rarity stepped alongside the powerful, large, red flank. “Just look at these thick, bulging, muscles… trained from years of hard labor. He could crush you with a whim my little broodmare... “ Rarity traced the end of her crop along Mac’s side, dipping down under his belly, resting the end of the crop on the top of his throbbing penis, currently running parallel with his stomach, before she pressed down, making it bob away from his body.

“And just look at his organ. Impressive.” Rarity stated, clinically. “He’ll sire strong foals in you, broodmare… if you can even take him.” Rarity traced all the way down the onyx skin, bumping over the medial ring. She watched Coco’s face, filled with wanton wonder and fear, until she finally rested on Mac’s large balls. “I doubt you could handle what he has in here, hm?” She snapped the end of her crop against the left testicle, making Mac whinny and stomp his right rear leg against the floor with a loud crack.

Rarity sidled up to Coco, speaking into her flicking ear. “Just listen to that power, my little broodmare. He will ruin you. Speak: tell me what you think.”

Coco swallowed. “Y-yes mistress. I agree.”

*Thwack* Rarity laid a small hit on Coco’s left flank.

“No!” Rarity growled. “I didn’t ask for your agreement. I asked… what do you think? An animal like you can only think of lust when seeing such a stallion. Tell me what you like most about his body.”

Coco’s sweated, her eyes racing across Big Mac’s body, his slightly damp barrel… his mane… his bulging muscles… his flicking tail… his fat cock. But always her eyes traced back to his face, still staring straight ahead, as she tried to overcome her terror and shyness at her emotional exposure to him.

“M-mistress… I l-like his beautiful eyes-”

*Thwack*

“Liar.” Rarity scolded, jerking Coco’s bridle. “Tell the truth.”

“I-I like his muscles… h-he’s so strong… and big.” Coco shivered, her body and mind simultaneously excited and terrified.

“Yes… and what else?” Rarity whispered, sliding in close to Coco now. Her horn illuminating once again.

“H-his power… he’s h-huge… I…” Coco panted slightly. She could feel something gently rubbing her plot - teasing her.

“Tell me everything dear. Don’t hold back - he’s just an animal.”

“H-his… p-peni-”

“Cock.” Rarity corrected. “It is a cock, dear.”

“His cock.” Coco groaned, the word sound hard and naughty coming from her mouth. “His b-big cock... I can’t take my eyes off it. He’s so big. And his b-balls… he’s… he’s a real stallion.” Coco squeaked slightly as the magic field pressing at her nethers slid along her crevice one last time before withdrawing. Coco mewled slightly, quickly looking to Big Mac’s face with fear, only to see that he was still staring straight ahead… though perhaps standing a bit taller than before.

“Very good. I want you to think about that big cock sliding into you. Fucking you.” Rarity grinned. “Say it: say ‘I’m thinking about that big cock fucking me.”

Coco swallowed, her eyes resting on the huge cockhead which throbbed with Big Mac’s heartbeat as she tried to imagine how it could possible fit into her small body. “I-I’m th-thinking about that big cock f-fucking me."

“Mmm… do you see what’s coming off the end of his cock, little broodmare?” Rarity asked, pointing with the end of her crop.

“Y-yes m-”

*Thwack*

“I did not say you could speak.” Rarity scolded. “You are once again a mindless horse in rut. But you do see that delectable, precious fluid dripping from my stud, hm? I know you can smell it. I can.” Rarity sniffed the air. “So sweet… so pungent. I think you want a closer smell.”

Coco swallowed slightly as Rarity unhitched her bridle from the bedpost and led her forward. She did want to get more of that taste in the air into her body. She trotted forward, her head swimming with adrenaline and excitement as she approached the big stoic stallion.

“Mmmhmmm… just look at that size my little broodmare. I doubt you even need to bend to get under his barrel. He could mount you while keeping all four hooves on the floor.” Rarity chuckled as she led Coco closer to Big Mac’s rear. “Take a deep breath of that musk.” Rarity pulled Coco her nose was nearly touching Big Mac’s taint.

Coco could feel the heat coming off the stallion’s nethers, the damp, earthy aroma of his balls and rear. She loved it… it was so… authentic… but before she could linger, she was dragged to his side.

“And now the main course, my brood-mare… smell that cock… that pre-cum… thick as molasses.” Rarity’s riding crop gestured at Mac’s drooling, dripping cockslit.

Coco felt her nostrils flare, and her head explode with chemical reactions of pure lust in response to the olfactory onslaught of male pheromones hanging thick in the air.

“Now… take it into your body - his juice. Taste him.”

Coco began to lean forward instinctively, wanting to take that wonderful scent onto her tongue. She opened her mouth slightly and began to extend out toward the throbbing, dripping cock head…

Only to be correctively jerked down by Rarity. “Ah ah ah… We aren’t so far along yet, my dear. You can taste him from the ground.” Rarity pushed Coco’s face into the wood floor, where a small pool of Mac’s precum had pooled beneath him.

It was embarrassing and demeaning… but a part of Coco’s mind was already breaking… she liked this treatment… and she wanted this taste. She dragged her tongue through the puddle, lapping up the sticky saltiness of Big Mac’s pre-cum. It felt like a warm hug spreading through her body, making her feel hot and tingly throughout… and especially… down below.

“Good, now over here my little broodmare. Your inspection is finished.” Rarity yanked Coco back over to the bedpost and hitched her tightly to the bed. “Back to your breeding post. It’s the stallion’s turn now.”

Rarity clicked her tongue and snapped her riding crop against her own hoof. “Over here stud. Now.”

Big Mac snapped his attention back over to Rarity and made his way over, bobbing along all the way. Rarity took his bridle and wheeled him around Coco.

“Now your turn, my stud. You’ve impressed your little mare - so now you get to inspect your conquest.” Rarity ran her crop down Coco’s side. “Look at how delicate she is. Beautiful lines, hm? That little mouth and those big eyes. Lovely.” She traced down and across the mare’s little arched back and across her flanks. “And just look at this pert little ass.” Rarity almost growled. “She almost makes me jealous. So prim and tight. Such lovely little teats.” Rarity bounced the small mounds that rested underneath Coco, both of which sported aroused, erect nipples. “But so strong - she must work out. I think she could take a pounding, stud, don’t you?”

Mac snorted and nodded.

“Yes. Quite a pounding.” Rarity continued to lead Mac around until he was behind the little mare. Sliding the riding crop along the left glute of the quivering mare and using it to lift Coco’s wrapped, raised tail. “Just look at that plot.”

Mac’s eyes widened as he looked down the base of Coco’s little dock. Just beneath the muscular little tail was a perfectly apportioned, tight, white little tailhole. A thick ring of quivering muscle, with four perfect wrinkles. Compared to Rarity’s, Mac could easily tell that it was stronger and larger, truly a spectacular little pucker. His eyes were drawn away from the beautiful asshole only by the sudden quiver and clench of the lips just below. Two slender lips, thin and dark with engorged arousal twitched with excitement. A burning pink glimpse of interior lips peeked from the outer labia, as little juice-drips fell from the fat mound at the bottom of her pussy. Mac swallowed with awe.

“Closer stud… take a good whiff of that musk.”

Coco clenched her eyes, trying not to think about the big stallion right behind her, smelling her, his giant erection bobbing underneath him… then she felt his warm breath from his nostrils across her marehood. He was right there! She felt something deep within her shudder… a primal urge driven by millennia of instinct that she wouldn’t be able to stop.

She tried to whine and warn Mac. “M-mistressss I’m… c-carefu-”

*Thwack*

“Silence! Horses do not speak… they simply give in to their instincts.”

Coco groaned and felt her hips splay as she squatted slightly.

Mac watched with wonder as Coco’s hot-pink clitoris winked in and out of her pussy. It was smaller than Rarity’s impressive bud by far, but far more energetic. Winking in and out with desperation as it spread her lips wider and wider. Then… she sprayed. A heavy splatter of marecum fell to the ground, with droplets splashing across Mac’s wet nose. Inadvertently Mac licked his wet snout, taking the incredible taste of Coco’s hot nectar onto his tongue.

“Hm hm hm… I see I don’t need to encourage you, my stud… nor should I have to encourage you to need to take in the rest of her little offering for you…” Rarity nodded down at the puddle between Coco’s hooves.

Mac nodded with trepidation… hesitating only slightly before Rarity’s magic pushed his head down. He lapped up the puddle of hot marecum, each tongueful making his body hotter, more rigid… throbbing more and more. He nickered slightly as he flexed his groin muscles, making his cock slap up against his belly again and again with each squeeze of his muscles. Mac found himself reacting instinctively, he stamped his forelegs a couple of times and started to walk forward. Something in him broke… he had reverted to his original ancestral instincts: he had to mate... to shove his cock into Coco’s snatch and FUCK her. He began to rear up to try to mount...

“HEEL” Rarity’s command echoed through the room. A sharp and powerful magic field slammed Mac’s hooves back onto the floor… but Mac simply thrashed his head and whinnied. Rarity’s magic made short work of that - grabbing the bridle and cinching it painfully tight to reel him in… while simultaneously taking grasp of Mac’s hanging balls with a warningly tight grip… which finally brought his wanton, rambunctious fit to a halt.

“Unacceptable.” Rarity said coldly, yanking Mac’s bridle so that the stallion was looking at her. Having returned to his senses Mac’s eyes now showed fear. “Completely unacceptable - it seems I must train this beast to behave like the stud I need him to be.”

*Thwack* *Thwack*

Rarity lashed a pair of vicious strikes that landed across Mac’s delicate orbs, making him flinch and cower.

“It seems we’ll have to show you how to be a tender stud… now pay attention to my direction, you cad.” Rarity scolded, her eyes glaring under her mask. “You shall kiss exactly where I direct with my crop - nowhere else. Understood?”

She touched the nape of Coco’s neck. Mac leaned in carefully, his lips brushing the soft, fragrant fur as he planted a little kiss. He could hear Coco sigh as she let out a small bit of the tension she’d been holding back.

The crop touched a similar spot slightly further along her shivering neck… Mac followed with another light kiss.

Then under her jaw.

Behind her ear.

Coco wanted to giggle. It was so cute… each time she would feel a small press as the crop gestured to a spot… followed by a set of unsure, lips, leaving a small wet touch on her body.

The crop stopped before going along her face. It seemed that Rarity didn’t want her and Mac smooching just yet… instead she reversed direction, heading down her flank, further and further back. Until things got interesting.

The crop touched the base of her dock. A moment later, she felt the wet press of Mac’s lips. Coco could feel her heart thrumming in her ears… what would happen next!?

A touch on her tail hole.

Coco waited breathlessly. And then, she felt Mac as he planted a soft kiss on her ass. She wanted to squee, to jump for joy… but she restrained herself, focusing instead on the sensation.

Rarity touched the top of her marehood… Mac kissed her again, slightly deeper, sucking as he pulled away.

“Mmm… very good.” Rarity cooed, as she gestured down Coco’s slit.

Coco’s eyes went ‘Derpy’ and she smiled with a dopey grin as the kisses covered her marehood, each one wetter and sloppier than the last, as Big Mac worshipped her plot with his mouth… She couldn’t help but wink out with clitoral joy again and again as the excitement started to build within her… then she felt the prod press a bit deeper - parting her lips slightly as the cold leather rested against her hot, throbbing clitoris.

There was a pause as Mac looked quickly at Rarity for guidance.

“You saw where I put it, stud.” Rarity growled. “Get in there.”

A moment later Coco felt a set of lips and a tongue slide in between her tight lips. A wriggling heat exploring her pussy as it kissed and suckled at her clitoris.

“Get in there, I said!” Rarity encouraged, as she grabbed the back of Mac’s head and the leather wrap around Coco’s tail and pushed them together, smashing Big Mac’s face deep into her pussy.

Coco groaned as she felt her second orgasm of the night overtake her, the big wet nose of Mac smashing against the tight entrance to her cunt. She no longer felt embarrassed as she came on his thrashing tongue, spraying all over his face and onto the floor below.

“F-f-fuuuuuck!” Coco mewled out.

*Thwack*

“Quiet, broodmare. If you must… you may whinny.”

Coco obliged - whinnying like a beast as she writhed on Big Mac’s tongue… before she felt a new press of the crop, which interrupted her exhortations… the crop slipped into her tight pucker.

Coco’s eyes shot wide and she stood straighter and stock still with … this was all her dreams, coming true: could this really be happening?

She felt something hot, wet, and alive snake into her asshole. Kissing deeply and aggressively as it explored her anal cavity, all while a powerful set of sucking lips wrapped around her ponut and lavishly worshipped her backdoor. Coco moaned again as she relaxed into the kissing sensations of another pony being in her ass, screwing her silly with his tongue. She humped backward slightly, trying to get Mac’s tongue deeper into her bottom, her dock wagging with joy back and forth.... When suddenly, her mistress withdrew the stallion.

“Naughty, naughty mare.” Rarity tsked from behind her. “I give you a wonderful gift and you demand more and more. Well… I’ll need to punish you for that.”

“Stud,” Rarity commanded, tapping her crop against Mac's side. “Sit.”

Mac did as he was told, letting his haunches hit the cold wooden floor, his fat balls plopping on the ground even as his cock bounced against his breastbone.

“Good boy. Now, lay down. No not like that… on your side… good. Now roll over, onto your back.” Mac did as he was told, rolling over so that his was supine, keeping his legs and forelegs drawn together to keep from being too exposed. “Tut tut,” Rarity used her riding crop to push Mac’s haunches apart, revealing the big black cock sitting between them, the heavy obsidian shaft resting against his body, “don’t hide from me.”

Mac swallowed, then let his forelegs droop to either side, completely helpless under the gaze of the more powerful mare. He watched with trepidation as Rarity unhooked Coco’s leather bridle from the bedpost turning her around so that she was also looking down on the big red farm-stallion.

“Quite a sight, hmm my little broodmare? To see so much masculinity and power completely at your mercy?” Rarity chuckled, whispering into Coco’s ear. “But we mustn’t keep him waiting, that would be cruel… no… you must reward his obedience - with your punishment.” Rarity chuckled as she let Coco right between Mac’s lower legs; Coco could feel the heat rising off the big stallion’s throbbing genitals. “Now, where I touch the crop… you, my dear broodmare… will lick.”

Coco’s heart pounded with excitement. She’d barely even kissed the odd stallion she’d gone on dates with… and now she was about to lick this absolutely hunky… stud? She felt like her mind and body had been in complete autopilot for some time now, and she found herself going with the flow, leaning forward toward where the crop had motioned: a small patch of belly close to his inner thigh.

Mac shivered slightly a small giggle dying on his lips as he felt the tepid, little lick of an unsure filly on his belly, as light as a butterfly landing. It was an incredible sensation: the small wet touch of a little warm tongue, leaving the small impression of a wet trail behind. The crop gestured to his inner thigh, then up his side… directing Coco to lick and lick and lick. He craned his chin down as much as he could without risking a rebuke from his mistress, fixing his eyes on Coco’s blushing face. Their eyes would meet again and again, before she would have to focus on the next spot she needed to lick… and throughout Mac noticed that her eyes couldn’t help but dart from the head of his big fat cock.

She was adorably cute.

Rarity’s crop touched the underside of Mac’s chin: a distance much further ‘up’ Mac’s body than any before. Both he and Coco froze for a moment, pausing to try to understand how exactly the smaller earth-pony would be able to reach up to make her mark on the position indicated. A small growl from Rarity hinted that her time for contemplation had ended… so Coco did the best thing she could.

With careful steps, Coco placed her forelegs on either side of Mac’s barely, standing awkwardly over him on all fours. It was no easy task. The comparative sizes of the two ponies meant that poor Coco had to keep her legs spread wider than she was used to… and this combined with Mac’s larger size meant that their bodies were separated by mere inches… or more accurately, Mac’s cock was separated by less than a hoof-width from Coco’s belly.

Mac felt small wet drops pitter-patter on his lower shaft, his brain racing with excitement as he realized that the little mare was dripping on him as she awkwardly shuffled forward.

“Carefully darling… you wouldn’t want to… slip.”

Coco squeaked as she felt Rarity suddenly press down on the back of her saddle, making her fall slightly backwards… sitting down on Big Mac and making contact with him. With her tail hiked up and out of the way, and Rarity’s skillful application of downward pressure, the effect was unavoidable: Coco’s drooling, hot pussy kissed the fat, throbbing cylinder of Big Mac’s stallionhood.

Coco mewled slightly again. She could feel the hot flesh pressing against her swollen little clitoris, which had already winked out against the newfound downward pressure. She felt her slimy mare-juices spill down her lips, coating the thick, hard organ she was being ground against.

“Well, what are you waiting for my little broodmare… your stallion awaits his lick.” Rarity scolded from above, her crop still touching the underside of Mac’s chin - all while still pressing down on Coco’s back, making sure that she was forced upon the stallion beneath her.

Coco looked up at her target, realizing now what Rarity intended: Coco would need to slide up Mac’s pole to reach her target.

With a puff of awkward exertion, Coco began to shuffle her way forward, inching up the belly to belly cock sandwich as she tried to get her tongue within range of the larger pony’s chin. She flinched and whimpered with each movement, as her sensitive marehood dragged along and over each vein, each bump… with a particularly violent shudder and wink occurring when she overcame the fat bump of Big Mac’s medial ring.

Finally, she was reaching the end of her task, she could feel her teats comfortingly pillowing around the massive bulge of Big Mac’s cockhead - but she could finally reach up… and extended her tongue… and give Mac the cutest of licks just under his powerful jawline.

The pressure released on her back, and she was finally able to stand up. Coco could feel a long thin gossamer thread of her sticky juice connecting Mac’s shaft to her pussy, keeping them connected even as she began to shuffle back away from his smiling face.

“Oh my… look at the mess you’ve left on my prize stud’s stallionhood!” Rarity exclaimed. “That simply will not do, my little broodmare. It must be cleaned.” Rarity grinned evilly, and pointed her crop along the slick, shiny underside of Bic Mac’s penis, gesturing to the snail trail that Coco had left behind.

“Lick.”

Mac’s eyes dreamily bobbed in their sockets as he felt Coco’s soft tongue touch at the base of his shaft, then begin to slowly trace up his impressive length, lapping softly from time to time, carefully covering every bit of his organ with due care and precision, all at Rarity’s explicit guidance. Then he felt the crop touch his ridge.

“Here.”

Coco swallowed, her panting, drooling mouth excited and exhausted with the task it was performing. Tasking the strange mixture of Mac’s musk and her juices was intoxicating… she wanted more. Perhaps the head of Mac’s dripping cock would be able to provide what she was looking for?

Mac watched with wonder as the small mare began to lick out at his well-defined, thick ridge, the darting licks of her tongue exploring the crevices where shaft met head and timidly testing his reactions.

“Mmmhmm… get in there darling… it won’t bite.” Rarity chided from her position as observer.

Mac had to clench his eyes in resistance to the overwhelming wave of pleasure as Coco brought her tongue up to his large cockslit, the end of her tongue traced up and down the slit’s length, pushing in slightly as it tried to lap up even more of the pre-cum that his body seemed to be producing in copious amounts. His hoof began to move instinctively, looking to hold the back of Coco’s head and control the amount of overwhelming sensation that bombarded him. Rarity quickly slapped it away, forcing him to return it to the hardwood floor and simply endure the onslaught of sensation.

“Come dear… no. No no.” Rarity scolded, suddenly getting closer to the action. “I can’t believe I shall need to teach you.”

Mac managed to open his eyes for a moment in awe as he watched Rarity bend forward and open her mouth as wide as she could, taking one side of his cockhead in a deep, suckling, kiss… even as Coco still worked on the other side of his head with her little ice-cream cone licks.

Mac grunted and thrashed as he felt his balls begin to boil. Somepony’s hoof was stroking him now… pumping his shaft even as the two mares lavished his cockhead with oral ministrations.

Rarity broke her suckling kiss for a moment, though she never failed to continue pumping her hoof up and down Big Mac’s heavy shaft. “Off! Off dear! Down here… work lower.” Rarity directed her crop between Mac’s balls, and Coco quickly obliged, lapping and doing her best to wrap her tongue around the bouncing orbs as they moved in time with Rarity’s furious pumping.

Mac had almost regained his composure. Then Rarity caught his eye. “When you cum, you may only whinny, stud. Do not speak.” She then dove forward, planting a deep prench kiss right on the glans of his cockhead, sucking and ravishing him with her well-practiced tongue, while pumping harder and faster than ever before.

Mac whinnied.

His cockhead flared immediately. Rarity pulled back and watched with a satisfied awe as the already large head throbbed outward, tilting and flattening out as the ridge expanded to the size of a small saucer plate. She watched the whole mass of cockflesh jump and buck as it prepared to release its heavy load… saw the cockslit spasm and expand to a fat, elastic ‘O’...

And then…

Nothing.

Author's Note

I really feel for Mac here...

When I write these, I sometimes get a bad case of epididymal hypertension, I would be pissed if Rarity shut down my attempt to nut!

Main Course

And then…

Nothing.

Coco pulled back away from his testicles, a strange glow having suddenly frightened her. The leather ring binding Mac’s balls and the base of his shaft glowed yellow with powerful magical energy. Absorbing the orgasmic convulsions...Coco watched with fascination as Mac’s balls grew slightly, expanding a few millimeters larger under the glow… his shaft widened imperceptibly, straining the leather contraption… all while Mac bucked futilely at the air with a powerful whinny.

“Hmm… hmm… hmm. You didn’t think I would let you waste any of my precious stud’s batter, now did you?” Rarity chuckled, rolling up and wiping her mouth, always making sure that she was prim, proper and in control.

Coco stood back up on her hooves, looking down at the wheezing Mac… who seemed to be stuck in some sort of mix between ecstatic, orgasmic pleasure… and horrifying denied agony. She couldn’t believe just how massive his flare was. Easily the size of both her forehooves held together!

A yank to her bridle quickly pulled her away from the spectacle.

“Come now broodmare. All the pieces are in place now. Things will happen quite quickly - almost violently from here.” Rarity warned, with a smile.

Coco’s eyes sparkled with concern and excitement: what could possibly come next? Her fear hiked up a notch when she felt Rarity hitch her even more tightly to the bedpost, before turning her rear so that it was pointing toward the panting, wheezing stallion, who was now trying to roll to his hooves.

“Because now, my broodmare… it is time to breed.”

Mac wasn’t Mac anymore.

Mac had retreated to the depths of his brain. All his memories and morals and emotions and experiences locked away, protected from the overwhelming explosion of biochemical hormones, endorphins and sexual chemistry boiling through his brain. In its place, that primitive instinct had taken over, assuming command of the farm-stallion’s body.

He rolled to his hooves, his lungs taking in huge lungfuls of air through his flaring nostrils to try to re-oxygenate the blood that was throbbing throughout his system from the incredible orgasm he had just experienced. He felt the almost painful tightness of his cock’s skin, strained and stretched as he was stuck in a permanent state of flare… of over-engorged erection. His nostrils sucked in the potent mix of a mare in arousal, and instantly calculated:

He needed to bury his cock in a mare’s vagina. Now.

He clattered about on his hooves, eyes searching through the dim light frantically. They crossed over a white unicorn and he took a step toward her, making ready to get behind her and mount as quickly as able… but a crop slashed through the air as the unicorn made strange noises at him, and he whinnied in response, kicking out one of his rear legs to show that he meant business.

Then another filly caught his eye. She was already facing away from him, her tail hiked high up in the air, exposing her winking mare flesh to him. That was where the heavenly smell was coming from!

He stamped over to her, wasting no time as he rose up on his forelegs, placing them on either side of the bed, his heavy hooves falling on either side of the little mare’s ears with heavy thuds. Nickering aloud, he thrust vainly at the air hoping to connect with his penis, only to feel it slide off and slap up against the underside of the filly, but he couldn’t help himself as he vainly bucked his hips again and again, slapping her rib cage with the huge heavy arch of his fully flared cocktip.

Coco’s eyes were racing in excited terror. She could hear the snorting, incoherent horse-noises coming from the huge stallion all around her. His huge bulk was pressing into her, his massive, thick muscular limbs surrounding her on every side, his frothing body heat dripping against her fur where her barrel pressed against her back, and where his inner-thighs pressed against her outer glutes.

She had felt a volcanic heat touch and slide off her marehood, despite how full and engorged her clitoris felt - as it desperately tried to allow the invader to enter her. Instead the huge penis was slapping futilely against her underside. She couldn’t help but notice that his incredible length almost reached up to the bottom of her ribcage, the ridge of his massive flare stretching slightly above her belly button.

A small twinge of panic grew in her breast. She knew that Rarity had given her a safe word, something she could easily mutter or shout and Rarity would instantly take control. For the first time, she considered using it. Mac was so wild… so uncontrolled... she was scared.

But excited. So excited.

And turned on.

It was like she was a boiling cacophony lust of desire, suspended all over a lava-lake of danger… held up by the reassuring control of her mentor, Rarity. She was safe. She could do this.

She wanted this.

Now!

Whinnying herself, Coco pushed back, vainly trying to angle her hips, even though the cockhead was well beyond the proper point of penetration. She squeezed her body, willing her cunt to open as wide as possible to let the stallion in rut enter her… fuck her.

“Well well… my animals truly are feral now… hm…” Rarity chuckled, watching the two ponies incoherently snorting and humping at nothing. “I suppose I should play the good Mistress…” Rarity ignited her horn, struggling with her magic to draw Big Mac backward along Coco’s back, even as he kicked and writhed in protest. With a careful and deft hoof, she reached in and grasped the huge sausage of erect horseflesh, and carefully angled and aligned the 18-inch beast with the gaping cunt-lips of Coco’s burning need.

Mac felt the wet kiss of a mare’s pussy and began to buck and thrust forward. With a quick pull and grasp of Rarity’s magic, the huge flare agonizingly strained, compressed… and suddenly sank past the stretching inner lips of the small mare with an obscene squelch as he drove forward, trying to hilt poor Coco with his first effective thrust.

Coco bucked out instinctively. The sudden pull had become a desperate stretch. Her eyes had exploded in heart-shaped pupils of complete wanton satisfied desire as Big Mac’s huge flare sank 7 inches into her with his first hump. She couldn’t believe how full she felt - she’d played with large toys before… though she usually preferred her rear. But this? This was perfection... it felt like her whole essence was built… was designed to be bred by such an incredible cock.

A wave of orgasmic pleasure roiled through her… neurochemicals boiling her brain as she flooded with joyful satisfaction that overcame and discomfort… as she whinnied and came hard on the stallion’s fat cock.

The grasping, winking pussy helped Big Mac on his next thrust, which came under a second after the first. His primitive mind barely registered the feel of Coco’s over-exerted love bud winking and grinding against his cock-shaft, instead only picking up that he had more room to drive deeper into his mare-cunt, to plow into her womb before spilling his seed and filling her with his progeny.

HIs thrust again, sinking another 6 inches into her, driving the fat medial ring past her vise-like lips as he rammed his monstrous flare against the end of her vaginal canal, slamming it pleasurably against Coco’s cervix. There was no way that he would be able to enter the previously virgin mare in his current flared state, so he had reached the filly’s deepest point.

Coco was completely despondent now. Each thrust triggered a new orgasm, something she didn’t even think was possible. Her body had somehow been perfectly poised on the precipice of a multi-orgasmic state by her mistress… and now each slam of heavy hot, horsecock against her womb’s bastion triggered a writhing, whinnying, nickering orgasm. It felt like her body was emptying itself, as she sprayed mare-juice, her boiling hot-love nectar, all over the still exposed base of Big Mac’s stallionhood as she winked on him, clenching and milking him as she came again, and again… and again.

She began to pass out. Her higher consciousness (what was left of it), winking out, leaving only the boiling sensation of raw orgasm... as she bit into the sheets of her bed, even while the stallion brutally fucking her tried to thrust her right through it, slamming into her with heavy slapping thrusts again, and again.

Finally, something changed. Mac bucked into her and held himself deeply in her, smushing as much cock into her clenching, velvet tunnel as he could. She felt a painful bite on the back of her neck, a sharp contrast that was a welcome signal that Mac was about to flood her womb with his thick stallion-cum.

She craned her head up, eyes rolling back, awaiting the flood of fullness that her biological need demanded…

Nothing came.

Instead she felt her belly bulge out slightly, the flare of Mac’s cockhead getting even larger... his cock, only two-thirds of the way into her body straining her abused pussy as it throbbed to an even girthier width.

Coco’s conscious mind flickered in for a moment as she remembered: the cockrings! Then a crashing wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her… and she passed out.

Mac fell back from the limp, completely well-fucked mare with a cry of anguish. He dragged the poor unconscious pony partially backwards with him, their tight union prevented from separating because of the raw suction of her marehood on his penis, as he sat back on his rear, propping himself up on his forelegs.

“W-why can’t I CUM!!!” He screamed, slamming one of his hooves against the floor.

“Back with us now, hmm?” Rarity’s voice came into his ears as she walked into view on his right, her magic carefully igniting to undo the hitch that held the unconscious Coco standing. “You lasted quite a while in that feral state, Big Mac.” Rarity chuckled. “Sometimes it takes a stallion a while to get their head back straight once I’ve prodded them to it.”

Mac watched with a blush as Rarity took his wider than normal cock in her hoof, carefully extracting it, inch by tantalizing inch from Coco’s dripping pussy, until, with a final effort, she pulled his head from the well-stretched cunt with a loud pop. She waggled her eyebrows playfully at Big Mac while she carefully lowered Coco to the floor, putting the unconscious mare on her side in a comfortable position as she checked her to make sure she was OK.

“Is-is she alright?” Mac asked, sweat pouring down his face from the exertions he had just gone through.

Rarity sighed, floating the mask off her face. “Yes… quite fine. You literally ‘fucked’ her silly…” She glanced up at Mac over the tip of his huge bobbing cock. “Naughty boy… but it truly was not what I had hoped for. The poor dear was actually hoping for somewhat of a different finish… a different orifice, as it were.”

The memory rushed back to Big Mac, he’d almost forgotten about why he’d come here in the first place. “Oh… ah… yep.”

“Ah you’d discussed it hm?” Rarity chuckled, reaching a hoof out for Mac and lifting him shakily to his feet, guiding the tired stallion over to the bed, then taking a seat next to him. “I was saving you for a big finish that Coco would never forget.”

Mac groaned, touching his painfully throbbing flare. “So th-that’s why I can’t…”

“Mmm… one of my more exciting ‘tools of the trade,’ Starlight helped me with the research. It takes orgasmic energy and redirects it, making the subsequent orgasm far more powerful. Though…” Rarity giggled as she touched the huge flare of Mac’s penis, “...I’ve never seen it have quite the effect that it has with you. Shall I take it off then?”

“P-please…” Mac groaned, flopping backward onto the bed and spreading his legs to give the unicorn easy access to the two rings.

“Hmm… although...” Rarity chuckled, flipping over herself and crawling up next to Mac. “Watching you and Coco in rut was quite exciting Big Mac… and it has really been so unfair that I have been so long denied an experience with such a legendary fixture of Ponyville…” Rarity pouted, fluttering her eyebrows, “and it would be such a waste to simply spill all that noble Apple-family seed over the floor… wouldn’t it now?” Rarity straddled over the supine stallion, sitting backward such that her beautiful rear sandwiched itself around the thick pole. “I wonder where else you could finish…?” Rarity waggled her ass, grinding the cock against the diamond plug in her tailhole.

Big Mac swallowed with a loud gulp. “O-ok… w-what sh-shou…”

Rarity’s eyes dropped until they were half-lidded, and she reached forward with a hoof, covering Mac’s mouth.

“Shh shh shh, let Mistress Rarity drain your poor…” Rarity wiggled her asscheeks, grinding into the pair of fat black orbs, “heavy…” another wiggle, “balls.” With her last word Rarity slid back and up, letting the heavy black pipe slide between her cheeks, the sensitive flesh sliding against the cold, hard diamond jewel of the buttplug. as she stood up onto her hind legs. At full extension she was just able to position herself over the huge cockhead.

Mac looked up with uncertainty at the beautiful fashionista as she pulled the eye mask from her face. He’d had mares ride him in this way before… but never when he was in this state! Rarity must have seen his concern because she simply looked back at him with a wicked smirk.

“That’s adorable... you’re worried about me! Ha ha ha…” Rarity giggled. “Now this evening you showed me that you know how to rut like a beast… but let Mama show you how a pony FUCKS.”

Rarity bit her lips as she squatted onto the massive cockhead, causing the huge hunk of meat to squish up against her white pussy lips, mashing them apart as her cunt planted a sopping wet kiss on Mac’s stallionhood. Agonizingly slowly, Mac felt the puffy marehood spread wider and wider, engulfing the huge ridge of his permanently flared cock. He watched as Rarity’s clitoris, still stuck in a never-ending wink with its diamond-studded bar piercing quivered with the tantalizingly slow slippage of her pink labia as they strained to admit him.

“Mmmmm hm hm hm…” Rarity chuckled, “there we go… you really are a big boy…” Finally, Rarity felt the massive cock slide into her marehood, the bulge of the huge cockhead spreading her nethers and showing prominently as a small bulge in her pussy as she continued to slide down the fleshy pole of stud-meat.

With little gyrations of her hips, she slid downward… inch by tantalizing inch. Mac’s mouth began to open in awe as Rarity sank past the halfway point, already on the knees of her hind-legs…. Where was she fitting it all? She was so tight and hot! Mac could feel the churning, milking walls of Rarity’s exquisite pussy and it tossed and coiled around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into her beautiful cunt.

He watched the pink flesh of Rarity’s inner pussy bulge and strain as his fat medial ring paused… then slipped into her volcanic heat.

“F-f-fuck… R-ra…” Mac grunted, as she continued downward… no mare had ever taken so much of him before! Only a few inches remained.

“Mmm hmmm hmmm….” Rarity growled, looking down at Mac. “Call me mama now, my little colt… you’ve earned it. And don’t you worry, mama’s going to make sure… every…” Rarity sank another inch, “...inch…” and another… only a hoof-length was left now, “of your little colthood is wrapped in her pussy.” With the last exhortation she was stuck… only a half-hooflength left, then 4 inches... before finally Rarity shuddered as the huge flare hit something deep inside her.

Mac groaned and tossed his head back in joy. His whole cock was wrapped in heavenly sensation of milking, grasping mare-cunt.

“No no no… this simply won’t do, my little colt.” Rarity furrowed her brows together and lifted herself up, the grip of her pussy as she slid up a few inches on Mac’s cock almost excruciating. “Mama made a promise!”

Rarity almost jumped, sliding the inches she had just withdrawn back into her, ramming against the huge, penetrating rod. She felt that barrier inside her give, as she knew with well-practiced experience that it would, as her cervix parted around the massive flare to allow her to drive the remaining inches into her body and hilt herself against Mac’s belly, with even the remaining ring of the leather retainer embedding itself into her cunt lips.

“Unnhhh…. F-fuck….” She groaned, tossing her head back for the first time that evening. “Mama needed that.”

Mac almost choked with sensation as he looked at Rarity, clenching around his shaft. Somehow, she’d made the huge organ ‘disappear’... though the fat bulge that traced up her taut belly gave some hint as to where he had gone.

Rarity wasted no time however, leaning forward, she began to grind her hips forward in little twerking motions. Not bouncing up and down like so many of the Ponyville mares like to do… but humping against him, using the full power of her hips and abs and back to grind the massive snake buried inside him under the force of her impossibly sexual gyrations.

She looked down at him with a predatory smile as he gasped for breath under her. He tried to sit up slightly, hoping to grasp Rarity in a hug that would allow him to slow her humping down. But Rarity quickly placed both her hooves on Mac’s shoulders, pushing him back and pinning him to the bed, hovering over top of him and letting her purple locks drape over his snout, all as she continued to hump against his groin.

“Ah ah ah… Mama said she was going to FUCK you… just take it…” Rarity smiled, as she continued to milk and clenching her internal muscles, massaging Mac’s hardness with every part of her body, molding her innards around his stiffness. Rarity’s eyes fluttered as she felt an orgasm coming on - one she’d been waiting for. Without even hesitating she slammed her muzzle against Mac’s, thrusting her pink tongue deep into his throat, kissing him with abandon as her loins released for the first time that night.

Yet it was Mac who groaned into Rarity’s muzzle. He could feel his whole crotch soaked by an explosion of mare-cum. Rarity was soaking the mattress even while she pounded pressed her pubic bone hard against Mac’s belly.

“D-damn m-mama...” Mac chuckled, once Rarity finally withdrew, sitting back upright, 90 degrees to his body as she continued to grind into him. She simply raised her eyebrows and licked her lips.

“Mmm… are you getting close my little colt? Ready to give mama your big… sticky… load?” Rarity chuckled.

Mac nodded his head vigorously.

“Well mama’s not quite done yet…” Rarity shifted her hind legs, which to this point had been planted on either side of Mac’s hips. Carefully she pulled up slightly and twisted, even though Mac was still deep inside her. Mac clenched at the bedsheets with his forehooves as he felt the most incredible of sensations with Rarity’s innards shifting all around him.

Rarity grabbed Mac’s right rear leg with her arms, her body now side saddle on Mac, before she lifted the leg up and pivoted her left knee under the powerful, heavy red hindleg she had just lifted. With one of Mac’s legs giving a cushion for her pillowy bottom, and his other leg resting straight up against her shoulder, Rarity had positioned herself like filly-fooler did when they scissored against one another… except she had a very fat cock still wedged in her.

Mac grunted with slight discomfort, the strange angle of his cock bending to stay buried in Rarity’s snatch feeling odd as it snaked into the fashionista. After a moment’s adjustment though Rarity had sorted everything out, and now found herself in a much better position to actually thrust into Mac’s cock, as if she were the stallion!

Mac stammered slightly, looking down at the aggressive grin of the alabaster unicorn. Before he could say a word, she growled at him.

“Now mama’s gonna FUCK you.”

She began to thrust against his cock, slamming her pubic bone against his, using his suspended leg for leverage as she withdrew a couple of inches before then slammed back into him.

Mac felt totally powerless, completely dominated by the smaller pony… even though it was HIS cock she was impaling herself on… it was HIS shaft buried almost to the hilt in her! Still, it felt like he was a little filly, getting ploughed by a much more aggressive, powerful pony.

A good sweat was building up on Rarity’s brow, and she stuck her tongue out in concentration as she continued to pound into the farm-pony with methodical and precise thrusts. “Unf… hunf… you… you like that?” Rarity gasped, her breath starting to come more sporadically now with the exertion she was putting out.

“Y-yes Mama!” Mac groaned, thrashing under her.

“Yes… oh m-mama… mama just came!” Rarity huffed, as she felt herself soaking the top of Mac’s groin again. She wasn’t like some tawdry town-mare though, she continued to pound and dominate right through the throes of her squirting orgasm. “H-huff… o-oh… oh C-celestia… a-are… are y-you ready… to stuff mama’s belly full of your cum?” Rarity teased, igniting her horn, and grasping the leather rings that prevented Mac from erupting in her.

Mac was almost incoherent. “F-fuck… R-rarity… I’m… I’m going to… c-cum…!”

Rarity felt Mac’s flare throb and convulse once again, futilely straining in her womb to spurt and flood her womb with his potent seed, as she pounded a final thrust deep onto him, holding herself against him with all her might, her body shaking and twitching from a sympathetic orgasm.

“L-let me… c-cum!”

Rarity shut her eyes and was about to pull the ring off the stallion, just as the magical redirection fields were starting to activate…

“No.”

Mac screamed. As he felt yet another ruined orgasm wrack his body with spasms, the swell of his balls and cock a painful reminder that he now had over three full orgasms stored in his gut, a dam of magical orgasmic energy fit to burst if only he could get the sweet relief of release.

He pawed at the leather bindings, though they were magically clasped and would not respond to his desperate attempts to free himself. “W-why?”

Rarity gasped, catching her breath, then rolled carefully off of the despondent stallion, sliding her twitching marehood off him with a long, gripping, dripping, squelch.

“Because darling… it seems that you have a chance to fulfill Coco’s desires after all.” Rarity gestured over to Mac’s left where a recently roused Coco looked with awe at the spectacle of Rarity’s fucking.

Author's Note

What the F#<{ Rarity!?

Like, I know you're trying to be a good wingmare here... but damn... they're gonna call him "Bigger" Mac if you keep this up!

Second Helping

Mac slammed his hooves against the bed with anger as he sat up, letting his legs drape over the edge of Coco’s (now soaked) bed.

“Uh uh. No. Nope.” He growled. “I’m done.” He continued to try to remove the restraints from his body, his cock now easily 20 inches in length, with considerably thicker girth and full, large, pendulous testicles. “I’ll hoof myself off in the street if I have to. I ain’t goin’ through this anymore.”

Rarity sighed, sitting next to Big Mac, and patting his lap. “Poor stallion, I am ever so sorry. I did intend to let you finish in me just now… but when I saw that Coco had roused, I had hoped…”

“Rarity,” Coco suddenly piped up, in a calm voice. “Y-you should just do what Big Mac wants… this is really not fair to him.”

Mac’s grimace softened slightly, as he looked over at the cute mare sitting on the floor near him. She blushed as she smiled at him, before looking down and pawing at the ground. “H-he’s done so much already…”

Mac felt his heart melt slightly, as absurd as it seemed. After everything he’d been through.

“W-well...” Mac uncrossed his arms, “I ‘spose it would be a darn shame ‘tah go back empty-hoofed.”

Rarity clapped her hooves together with joy and hopped up off the bed. “Oh you are a gentlestallion, Big Mac!” Her horn lit up and within a flash, Coco and Mac’s bridles, saddles and tail wraps undid themselves and whisked away from the pair to land neatly in a bag surreptitiously stashed in the corner of the bedroom.

“H-huh?” Coco asked, looking at her mentor with confusion.

“Oh Coco, you two should take your time with this… no need for accoutrements for such a special occasion.”

“I-I… kind of liked them.” Coco whispered, shyly.

“That’s ‘cuz you didn’t have the ones that stop ya from blowin’ your load.” Mac chuckled, gesturing at the two remaining leather accessories still wrapped around his throbbing genitals.

“Oh hush, Big Mac… you’ll see soon enough why those are so fun.” Rarity chided playfully before turning to Coco, “Well, darling… it seems that you are developing a taste… we’ll have to get you even more accessories for next time…. For now, though… hooves up on the bed, please.” Rarity patted the edge of Coco’s bed, motioning for her protege to clamber halfway up, which she promptly did.

“L-like this?”

“Yes! Perfect!” Rarity clopped her hooves. “This bit should be as vanilla as can be… you two should enjoy some nice, romantic slow tailhole-sex, after all you’ve been through.”

Mac hopped to his hooves, his big erection bobbing up and down under him, smacking against his chest further up his belly than had it had ever reached before.

“Now Mac, your forehooves right here, if you please.” Rarity gestured to the correct spot. “Yes, perfect. Coco, scoot forward… a bit more, yes… just let your hips rest right on the edge of the bed, no weight on your hindlegs at all. Perfect.” With Rarity’s direction, Mac had mounted over top of Coco, his bulk once again dominating over her, though he now tried to avoid touching her in any way, as if she were a delicate flower.

Mac felt her should brush the inside of his left fore-leg, and shifted quickly to avoid touching her, which brought his bouncing cock to slap against the side of Coco’s left Flank.

“S-sorry!” Both Mac and Coco said at the same time, before blushing and looking away.

“Really you two?” Rarity rolled her eyes. “Not half an hour ago, you two were rutting like savages, and now you’re playing the blushing virgins? Coco, turn your head and look up at Mac.”

Coco grimaced slightly, twisting her neck and looking up at the stallion over her.

“Now Mac… tell Coco how you feel about her.”

Mac paused for a moment, trying to assemble his thoughts as he looked down at the blushing mare. “Y-you’re b-beautiful Coco… I’m lucky to be with ya.”

“Thanks, Big Mac… you’re incredible too… and… real handsome…” Coco giggled.

Rarity clopped her hooves. “Very good… now Mac... kiss the filly already.”

Mac leaned in, closing his eyes, as Coco looked up at him and did the same. A tantalizing moment of eternity seemed to pass, before the distance between their two snouts closed, and they connected. It wasn’t a deep or lustful prench kiss, but it was romantic. A gentle kiss where the two lips enjoyed playing and parting with one another.

Mac felt himself wrapping his forelegs around Coco’s shoulders, leaning more weight onto her and pressing more closely against her. Coco, for her part, stroked at one of Mac’s forelegs, softly petting him with caressing strokes.

Rarity carefully chose her moment… using the barest amount of magic, as little as she could manage, she carefully hefted the massive horse-sized cock hanging from Mac’s groin, carefully positioning it so it would shortly press against Coco’s plump little pucker. Simultaneously, she levitated a bottle of specially crafted lube from her bag, an eclectic blend of fragrant oils, moisturizing lubricant, and magical elastifiers… and deftly dribbled a liberal amount on the huge flare approaching Coco’s ponut. She then twisted the bottle, pressing the spout against Coco’s tailhole and massaging a good dollop into her folds.

Mac naturally pressed forward and felt the tight sphincter against his burning cockhead. Coco began to groan more noisily into their unending kiss as her tailhole resisted his huge shaft, stretching inwards as he pressed with more and more intensity, wanting once and for all to bury his dick in a mare’s tight asshole.

“Gentle… gentle Mac… she’ll open… slowly...” Rarity cooed, carefully observing their union.

Mac slowed his advance, letting Coco’s tailhole simply press against his flare, as she writhed and grunted into his lips… Ever so slowly he felt the ring grow, and a BURNING, TIGHT, heat began to engulf his cockhead. Like rolling on a condom three sizes to small, the incredibly small but elastic ‘O’ unfurled and expanded around the point of his cockhead, rolling back and back and back, wider and wider… until… *pop*! Her ponut slipped over the thick ridge of his flare, and suddenly… he was embedded in her.

“Yes… yes.” Rarity cheered softly. “Just rest there now… just feel it, how tight she is… how hot… how smooth. And how full you are Coco… your bottom strained with something so naughty… never meant to be put there.”

Coco giggled into Mac’s kiss, finally breaking it, her eyes fluttering open and looking at Mac’s smiling face demurely, before she turned and faced forward… then began to wriggle on Mac’s cock… feeling the incredible size of his dick buried in her asshole.

Mac tightened his grasp around the writhing little filly and began to slowly press forward again.

Rarity carefully applied more lube to the huge black pole as it slid… impossibly, into Coco’s tight little asshole. Mac’s girth was so wide, that he was pressing into the muscular, pert flanks of Coco’s haunches… and yet still he somehow sank inch after inch into her tiny body.

“Yes, good pace… slow and steady…” Rarity cooed. She watched carefully and saw Coco quiver as Mac pushed his 7th inch of thick stallionflesh into her. “Stop! That’s it for now Big Mac. No more.”

Mac snorted slightly but nodded, carefully squeezing Coco’s hoof with his own to let her know that he wouldn’t go any further. Coco squeezed back, whispering a tiny, “thanks…” as she did so.

“Just enjoy the moment you two…” Rarity sighed, watching with envy.

Mac and Coco were in heaven, just drunk on the sensations. Mac wrapped in a burning vise-like tightness… and Coco filled to the brim with horsecock, her ass completely stuffed. Minutes passed, the two ponies simply breathing and nuzzling with each other, sometimes giggling together, sometimes mewling or moaning. Mac would rub his chin on Coco’s head, only for her to nuzzle his neck… then both would let their lips find each other, as they played and enjoyed the sensation of being stuck together in such a taboo way.

Rarity was about to give her next command, when… at the same time… Mac began to slowly pump in and out… right as Coco start to softly gyrate back and forth. She smiled to herself, happy that she didn’t need to interrupt such a sensual and slow lovemaking session.

She simply watched with happiness as the slow travel of fat stallionhood ground in by two inches, and out by two inches, over the course of ten seconds… again and again… a slow and methodical assfucking that had Coco’s head thrashing about, grinding into the bedsheets as her passion built and built.

Rarity had to admit that Big Mac was a natural backdoor salespony… his cadence and rhythm soon making Coco’s clitoris wink in and out of her dripping marehood. Rarity had worried that she might need to provide the little mare with some additional stimulation to coax her over the edge… but after only a few minutes, Rarity saw the tell-tale spasms roil through her young protege.

“Oh...oh…. B-big Mac!” Coco groaned out, the first words to pierce the silence in what felt like forever. Her rear lifted, spasming with little gyrations as she desperately tried to stuff more of Mac’s cock into her… before she let loose with a large splashing torrent of juice from her pussy that coated Mac’s oversized balls. “F-fuck!” Coco shuddered, before a second spasm wracked through her… sending another squirt of her nectar spraying backward.

‘Now that was unexpected!’ Rarity thought to herself. ‘Multi-orgasmic on her first tailhole penetration? Perhaps my little Coco really is an anal slut.’ Rarity chuckled to herself.

Mac’s hips were starting to buck involuntarily a bit too. The squeezing throbs of the little filly cumming on his cock were coaxing him to his own peak, and Rarity could see that the building wave of shakes rushing through Coco would be the last that Mac could endure. She’d made a promise to the stallion, and he’d done far more than could be expected of any stud this evening… he had earned his climax.

She carefully watched and prepared her magic, gripping the releases of the fasteners on the leather rings barely constraining Mac’s balls and cock.

“Get ready Coco, Mac!” Rarity warned.

Neither could hear her.

Coco had been drooling incoherently into her soaked sheets for minutes now, turning her head left and right as her body shuddered with orgasm after orgasm. Her butt felt so full, so complete! Her ponut had stretched to take everything that it ever possibly could, strained to its utmost… it was everything she ever dreamed… she let out one last lingering groan as her final orgasm washed over her…

Mac’s gritted teeth could do no more to save him. The impossible milking strength of Coco’s tight little ass showed itself in another series of savagely intense convulsions as she came for the final time. Mac felt his own bucks intensify, fully out of his control now, as he drove forward with desperate humps in the agonic-throes of his own climax. Shoving every millimeter of his cock into the burning hot tunnel of Coco’s ass, he felt his flare throb and expand to even more massive proportions, and just as he felt the magical glow threatening to interrupt his ejaculation once again, the much-hated energy fields beginning to kick in…

The two rings released, suddenly pulled away from his body.

…

Mac’s lungs emptied, he was winded. He couldn’t even hear that he was screaming at the top of his lungs.

…

A massive surge tore through his body, racing through the delicate plumbing of his seminal vesicles, vas deferens and ejaculatory ducts. Aided by the magic of the released spell-work… the dam holding back Mac’s flood burst.

He came.

Buckets.

…

Nipping onto Coco’s neck for purchase, Mac felt a bulge course through his shaft like a fire hose, expanding into Coco’s ass… then absolutely erupting from his huge flare. It was less a rope of thick batter than a huge, power-washer intensity stream, that thudded out of him for a full two seconds. Mac’s eyes rolled back in his head at the blissful feeling of pure release at the initial mugful of cum that spilled into Coco’s guts.

But he was just getting started.

Not half a moment after the first stream finished, the second slammed through him.

Then the third… and the fourth… and the fifth…

Coco moaned, her orgasm subsiding just enough for her to regain sensation and awareness of her surroundings… she could feel her belly filling, stretching with the magical cum that Mac was dumping into her with surge after surge, sloshing into her and filling her like an obscene balloon.

And the ninth… and the tenth… and the eleventh…

Coco squeaked in slight fear, her butt now lifting off the edge of the bed from the cum-stuffed bulge in her tummy, the warmth spreading throughout her body as Mac pumped his firehose-like torrent into her. “M-mac!” Coco shouted, fearfully… But Mac couldn’t hear anything… and even if he could… he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself.

The sixteenth… the seventeenth… the eighteenth finally a bit weaker than the others.

Coco grunted, her belly now as large as a pregnant mare, she could feel little squirts of cum escaping from the tight seal between her tailhole and Mac’s throbbing cock, like a water-balloon over-filled to bursting. She groaned in fear… could she… would she… pop?

Finally, with the twenty fifth ejaculation… Mac’s orgasm subsided...

He tottered slightly, falling backwards without any strength left in his body, caught gently in Rarity’s blue magical aura and gently allowed to fall to the ground. As he fell away, his exhausted and rapidly shrinking cock… which had been stock hard for the better part of two hours now, quickly retracted and diminished, slipping out of Coco’s strained tailhole with a nasty splorch, leaving a small fountain of his cum trickling from her rear like a popped champagne bottle… before her asshole finally closed and retained his deposit.

He lay on his back, shuddering and twitching, looking up at the ceiling with a goofy smile, all sounds and sensations only coming to him distantly… as though through a filter that was muffling everything.

“Careful dear… I fear you’re fit to burst, that’s it… one hoof after another.” Rarity’s voice dimly rang in his ears.

“Oh Celestia, Rarity! Look at me! I look like I’m pregnant with triplets! How am I going to open shop tomorrow!?” Coco’s groan came from the other side of the love-drunk farm-stallion.

“It’s Friday darling, you have the whole weekend… I find the spell usually clears up in a half-day or so…”

Mac heard two sets of hoofs trotting over toward him.

“Just look at him… typical stallion!” Rarity chided jokingly, “leaving us poor mares to clean up the mess as he basks in his conquest.” She prodded him in his side, using a bit of magic to lift his head up so he could see the two mares standing over him, one a complete sweaty mess, the other with a belly so stuffed with cum that that it nearly touched the floor. “Well? Look at what you’ve done you rogue,” Rarity chuckled playfully, “just what do you have to say for yourself?”

Forcing his eyes to uncross and refocus, Mac stumbled with his heavy, unresponsive tongue, remembering the one thing that he had been told by his future fiancé should the evening prove successful.

“H-h... how… how do yew two feel about herds?”

Author's Note

Awww!

I hope you all enjoyed this (not so) little fic.

I started out writing this as something to publish just before I do my interview with the lovely community podcast: The Barcast!

I hope you come hang out at 7PM EST tomorrow in the Discord for some good times and a few laughs.

That being said... this fic quickly got a life of its own... going from being originally a small 5000 word fic... to the monstrosity it is now!

As I kept writing, I found Rarity's domming to be incredibly hot, and just had to keep expanding the scenario... am I a closet BDSM fetishizer? Maybe!

Anyway, I hope you liked this little journey as well, where I continued to use giant stallionhoods to absolutely destroy mares... it's such fun!