Chapter 1: Nailing Fluttershy
"...When they say 'fifth leg,' it's not hyperbole."
"Oh! Goodness..."
Big Mac heard scraps of the conversation as he passed by Sugarcube Corner. He didn't know what had prompted Carrot Top to gossip about him with Mrs. Cake, but they were watching him stroll by with fixed gazes, Mrs. Cake blushing and trying to hide her excited grin. He gave the mares a polite smile, as if he hadn't heard them, and he watched them smile and wave back. Then, he gave them a wink. Mrs. Cake erupted into a fit of nervous giggles before heading inside. Carrot Top followed her, but not without one last lingering look. Big Mac merely continued down the street, chuckling to himself.
He was used to it.
"How's it hanging Big Mac?" Caramel asked him, giving him a friendly elbow as he walked by him on the street.
"Hey there, farm stud," Nurse Redheart said with lidded eyes from a market stall.
"Oh! Big Macintosh," the spa twins approached him on the street. Aloe, the pink one had addressed. "If you aren't busy, you should come inside and let us give you another deep tissue massage again," she said, batting her eyes at him.
The blue one, lotus, rubbed her hoof in his broad chest. "Oh yes. We know how swollen and stiff you can get. Won't you stop by later?"
"Eeyup," Big Mac answered in a husky voice with a waggle of his eyebrows. The two spa mares giggled, but let him go on his way.
No, it definitely wasn't a secret.
Most ponies didn't know that his birth name was just Macintosh. And when he told others, they often didn't believe him. But it was true. He didn't get the name "Big Mac" until shortly after puberty hit him like a ton of bricks. He sprang right up, tall and getting taller, putting on weight fast, and he had the hormones to match. When he was fifteen, before he had thought to listen more and speak less, it hadn't been hard to sweet-talk Junebug into losing their virginities together out in the old barn. Mac told a few of his friends, but Junebug told everypony, especially about how impressive he was where it counted. When he came to class the following Monday, everypony was calling him Big Mac. He didn't know whether to be embarrassed or proud, but soon even the teacher began calling him Big Mac, unwittingly at first. Once word got around, Big Mac began to receive a lot of requests from the other fillies to see the old barn, as well as invites to dances and sleepovers. By the time he was a full-grown stallion, everypony knew one way or another why he was called Big Mac, and the name had stuck ever since.
Not that Big Mac minded. Most ponies had enough sense to use a little tact when talking to him out in the open, especially around his family. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the attention. What stallion in their right minds wouldn't? Big Mac might not have cared much for talking, and he knew that one day he wanted to find that special somepony, probably a mare involved in food service, and fall in love properly, but he was still a hot-blooded male in his prime, after all. His not-so-little reputation had landed him more tail than he could remember, and with each tail he landed his reputation only grew. And it looked like his sizeable friend had just landed him a three-way with the spa girls again.
Big Mac had to admit, it was good being hung. And Big Mac was very, very hung.
Normally, he would have followed the spa girls inside and rutted them senseless, but he did have a job to do today, and their rumps weren't going anywhere. As Ponyville's premier handystallion, whenever he wasn't busy bucking apples, hauling apples, or slapping mares' rumps with his own apples, he earned a modest bit of extra pocket change by fixing roofs, windows, floors, pipes, hips; whatever was broken, he could fix it with whatever was in his trusty tool belt. While it was hard to resist the offer of the spa mares, and even harder to stay in his sheath at the thought of what they had in mind for him, his Pa had taught him well that work always came before pleasure.
So, following the Ponyville river and crossing the bridge outside of town, Big Mac arrived at Fluttershy's cottage to fix her leaky roof.
The shy pegasus was already outside watering her flowers when he arrived. Fluttershy was almost too sweet to find attractive, caring for every creature she met with warm, nurturing love. But it was undeniable that she was cute. Gorgeous even. Long-legged and thin, yet proportioned just right in the flanks, plus those big eyes and long mane, and soft wings were highlights of their own. Fluttershy was nice, but she was definitely a nice piece of eye candy to a stallion as well.
Big Mac didn't say anything as he approached. He didn't want to startle her. But when his shadow passed over her, she looked up and yelped. Big Mac didn't have a threatening face in the slightest, but he was tall and broad and burly. He supposed he really couldn't help frightening her.
"Oh, goodness," Fluttershy said, placing her hoof to her beating heart. "Sorry, Big Mac. I didn't hear you arrive. You've come to fix the roof?"
"Eeyup."
"Oh, thank you. It's very kind of... a big, strong stallion like yourself to... help out a little mare like me." Fluttershy said, hiding behind her mane but still blushing at him.
Big Mac raised a brow, but only replied, "Eeyup."
"Here. Let me get the ladder." Fluttershy floated inside, and Big Mac followed her. She went rummaging around in a closet as a horde of rodents and woodland creatures big and small watched her. She turned an eye back toward Big Mac. "It's just back here..." she said, reaching in further, arching her back and swishing her tail a bit. Big Mac raised his brow again.
She began to pull a big wooden ladder out from the closet, but even holding it in two hooves she began to totter with the ungainly weight of it. Big Mac stepped up to steady her with a hoof before taking the ladder in one of his, holding it over his shoulder with ease.
Fluttershy straightened her mane and smiled at him, blinking sweetly. "Oh, thank you. And look at those muscles! They really are... impressive." Again, she hid behind her mane, and Big Mac raised a brow.
He didn't respond, only offering an easygoing smile as he headed outside with the ladder in tow. Fluttershy followed him and watched him as he set it against the side of her house. "Here, I can steady it at least," Fluttershy said, ducking beneath the ladder to hold it with both of her hooves. Big Mac just nodded.
He began to ascend the ladder slowly. He could feel Fluttershy watching him, sure as there was sunshine. He looked down and her eyes were fixed on his body. Yep, she was definitely checking out his balls. It seemed she was totally oblivious to his noticing of her staring, but Big Mac just had to grin and shake his head a little. He made sure to take the ladder extra slow, raising one leg nice and high and letting it linger, giving the shy pegasus a good view of his heavy sack hanging low between his thighs. When he had climbed onto the roof, he hopped up with both hindlegs and crouched, letting his fat nuts dangle over the edge a bit. Fluttershy gasped, and he stood up, chuckling quietly to himself.
It was clear what the problem was. A recent storm had brought a big tree branch crashing down on Fluttershy's cottage, knocking a big hole in the foundation of the roof that supported all the other carefully-arranged branches to give the appearance of a tree. It would be a simple fix. Gripping his trusty hammer in his teeth, Big Mac set to work.
He had fixed so many roofs in his life, it was easy to let his mind wander. He supposed it was a little teasing to show off for Fluttershy the way that he did, but he doubted it had done any harm. Plenty of mares gawked and stared as they tried to get a look at his bits, even mares he would never bed without stirring up quite a bit of trouble. If a mare couldn't get a look at his pride, getting a look at the Apple family jewels was definitely the next best thing. Big Mac didn't mind. They were too big to keep covered all the time, and by now he just accepted that any pony standing behind him would get to see at least a little bit of sack. And sometimes he would swish his tail aside while walking down the street to give a mare a good look at his plump apples. He wagered it was much appreciated when those mares fantasized later on about his nuts slapping hard against their flanks.
He supposed he was a bit surprised to catch Fluttershy gawking, though. She didn't seem the type, but then again, he supposed a stranger might not think quiet, unassuming Big Macintosh could be Ponyville's top stud. He couldn't quite be sure what she was getting at though. Big Mac had bedded a lot of mares, but he had always stayed away from Applejack's little friends. The last thing he wanted was to upset his sister just to get his rocks off. He was certain they knew of his reputation; everypony did, but he had always been polite with them, and they had never directly approached him about it. Big Mac imagined poor Fluttershy was likely in the same boat as him; passingly curious about the rumors, but not really willing to risk complicating her relationship with Applejack to find out the truth. At least, until the opportunity was dangling right in front of her muzzle from between his thighs.
Well, he hoped she had gotten her fill. The roof was finished with still plenty of time left in the day, and Big Mac had only worked up a light sweat to boot. He climbed down the ladder and headed back inside. Fluttershy awaited him with a glass of cold lemonade, and he informed her the job was done.
As he gulped down his refreshing beverage, she said, "Oh, thank you so much. You got it done so quickly, too! Here, let me get your payment."
Big Mac set down the glass as Fluttershy dug through a satchel on the kitchen table for a hooful of bits. But she came up with a concerned expression on her face. "Oh, no! It seems I don't have any money!" she said, much louder than her usual tone of voice. She turned back to Big Mac, lowering her head and gazing up at him with her sweet doe eyes. "But such a... big, strong, handsome stallion like you deserves payment. Is there, uh... anything else I could do to repay you?"
Big Mac grinned. Mares had run out of money to pay for his work enough times that he knew exactly what was going on. "Eeyup," he said.
He decided not to play coy with her; it was clear Fluttershy was aching to see the goods. He trotted up to her and reared up, planting his forehooves heavily on her kitchen table. Then, his namesake flopped out of his sheath.
"Oh my goodness!" Fluttershy gasped. The sound of cock-shock was music to Big Mac's ears. Even soft, his dick was long enough to reach the flooboards, his flare grazing the wood below, and thick as Fluttershy's foreleg. He gave her a few moments to take in the sight, to overcome the disbelief. Most mares needed some time to process after first seeing it. "The spa ponies weren't kidding..."
"Eeyup," Big Mac said boastfully.
The attention was already helping Big Mac to stiffen up, but after the initial shock, Fluttershy was eager to see him at full mast. "Can I...?" she asked quietly.
"Eeyup." He flexed, his dick smacking against his belly with a heavy thud for emphasis.
Fluttershy approached and gingerly reached her hooves out to stroke them across Big Mac's meaty length. His dick gave another throb as heat and blood rushed to it, and Fluttershy explored it, running her hooves across the entire piece as it slowly stiffened. "Wow..." she said softly. "I heard it was big, but I didn't think it would be this big... Does it hurt when you...?"
"Nope," Big Mac replied confidently. Usually all a mare needed was a few moments to adjust to their insides being rearranged around his massive pole, but once they got comfortable, he had received nothing but praise.
Fluttershy continued to rub his member with awe as it throbbed to life before standing proudly on its own beneath his belly. Big Mac snorted, content to feel the beginning tingles of pleasure run through his loins, but eager for the main event. Fluttershy eventually asked, "H-How do you...?"
Big Mac merely made a twirling motion with his hoof. Fluttershy nodded with understanding. "Oh! You mean, like this...?" she asked, turning around until she was facing away from Big Mac. Then, with a blush on her cheeks, she crouched down, lifting her tail and raising her rump a bit for him. Beneath that strawberry tail, Big Mac could see her buttery lips, her hot, swollen pussy drooling needy juices around her cheeks and thighs. "I'm ready..." she said. And Big Mac could see that she was definitely ready.
Big Mac knew some mares liked foreplay. They wanted to flirt and kiss and tease all night before they'd lift their tails for you. But Big Mac wasn't that kind of stallion. And for most mares, just getting to witness his monster cock was more than enough to leave their nethers soaking wet and ready to be stuffed. Fluttershy was no different. So with an easygoing pace, like he had all the time in the world, Big Mac approached that offered rump with a cocky grin, his cock throbbing stiff below him.
He reared up on his hindlegs and mounted, landing heavily on Fluttershy's back. Then he lined up his broad flare with her moist entrance, and when he felt the waves of heat emanating off her lips, he thrust forward.
"Ohhhhh!" Fluttershy's moan rang out through her cottage, sending several animals scurrying. She was fighting to catch her breath as Big Mac's massive cock sank into her with a wet squelch. She had never felt so full in her life, her pussy stretched to its limits, like Big Mac might tear her in half! Fluttershy was on the verge of pain, but she felt a firm warmth spread through her body, shivers running down her spine. Big Mac felt so very deep inside of her. When she could speak, she asked, "Is that... all of it?"
"Nope," Big Mac answered confidently. Then he thrust again, and Fluttershy let out another guttural moan as more and more of that meat slammed into her.
Fluttershy's pussy swallowed it all, gaping to accommodate the huge girth and the even more staggering length, more than she thought she could ever fit inside of her. She felt like she could feel his cockhead in her throat, and every throb of his shaft made her wings twitch and her clit burn. It was the biggest thing she had ever felt, and she was certain no other stallion in Equestria could wield a bigger dick. Certainly no mare in Equestria could take more. "Oh my goodness..." she groaned. "I can't believe you got it all inside of me."
"Nope," Big Mac said again.
Fluttershy's eyes went wide as she felt another thrust slam into her, inch after inch after inch sliding into her soaking wet pussy, filling her beyond what she thought was her limit, stretching her out completely around his massive stallionhood, more and more and more until she thought she couldn't take another inch. Then, she felt his big, heavy, firm balls against her thighs and clit, each orb its own heavy weight against her backside, and she knew she had taken all of Big Mac's legendary big dick. She couldn't even begin to imagine how big it was, but she was certain it would be more prudent to measure in feet rather than inches. When her breath returned, she was still reeling in pleasure and shock, and all she could manage to squeak out was a tiny, "Holy shit."
That was what Big Mac loved to hear. He knew his dick always felt twice as big as it looked. And it looked really fucking big to begin with. Most mares on their first time with him just couldn't adequately prepare for what the experience was like. How could they? He was double the size of even the other stallions considered to be prodigiously endowed, let alone triple or even quadruple the size of an average stallion. Getting fucked by him almost didn't qualify as sex; taking his cock was an experience that was just on another level completely.
But he was inside Fluttershy now, and no amount of waiting would ever help a mare's pussy adjust to his battering-ram cock. So Big Mac started to ride her. He withdrew his hips, removing nearly half of his cock, but that was enough to leave Fluttershy feeling the gaping absence of his meat inside of her. He thrust back in with his hardy farmer's muscles, bucking into Fluttershy powerfully, a wet and loud smack echoing through her cottage as his hips and balls collided with her rump. Fluttershy could only cry out with pleasure, completely at Big Mac's mercy as he began to set a slow but strong pace with her.
He made sure she could feel the inches slamming into her with each thrust, and he relished the way her soft cheeks rippled when they met his hips. From the way her yelps of pleasure bounced off the walls of her cottage, it was clear she was enjoying herself. The sheer size of his dick guaranteed that he was hitting her g-spot, her clit, and whatever other sweet spots she might have had all at the same time, and if that wasn't enough, then his wrecking-ball nuts slapping into her clit with each buck into her was certain to bring her to new heights of pleasure. At least, it sounded like she was having a good time. Big Mac had never heard her be so loud before. "Oh, Big Mac! Big Mac, yes! Ohhh, Big Mac! Big Mac!!!" she screamed as her felt her body shudder and spasm beneath him.
Big Mac grinned, but didn't slow down his pace for a moment. He hadn't been fucking her for more than a few moments before she was already having her first orgasm. Although, that was common for Big Mac. He knew it wouldn't be much longer before she had her second. Then her third...
The farm stud was truly in his element now, and his true special gift was coming to bear. Not only did Big Mac have a terrifically huge cock, but he knew how to use it, too.
As he slammed into Fluttershy, each pound of his staggering cock knocking the wind out of her, Big Mac had to admit that she felt pretty good too. Nice and soft, and her trembling legs and slender frame only made it easier to hold her down and fuck her brains out. Soon, her forelegs buckled, but Big Mac wasn't about to stop. In fact, the angle only allowed him to reach deeper into her, and he grunted and whinnied in pleasure as her passages clenched around him with her next climax, trying to milk him of his load. With each surge of his hips, he felt like he was going to pound her into a crater on her own floor, but he couldn't deny how good it felt. The heat of her body, the desperate moans from her lips, and her frail body beneath his powerful form all sent his ego surging even more. Fucking a mare always made his balls feel a little bigger. But giving a mare sex she'd never forget was a testosterone high Big Mac lived for.
After her third - fourth? Big Mac wasn't keeping count - climax, Fluttershy could hardly form sentences. Pinned beneath his strong barrel chest, she wailed for him. "Big Mac! Ohh! Please-!"
She didn't have to say it. Big Mac knew exactly what she wanted. He hadn't been on top of her for very long, but Big Mac was accustomed to cumming whenever he pleased. Usually mares were plenty satisfied by then. And he could already feel his cock throbbing. He picked up the pace, fucking her hard and fast, his mighty hips a red blur as he sank his cock deep inside of her, a giant meat piston that slammed Fluttershy's pussy to the core.
"Please!" she begged on. "Won't you- Won't you cum in me?" she asked, her face bright red as she finally spit her words out.
Big Mac grinned. He didn't expect such a naughty request from the shy mare, but he had no intentions of pulling out now. "Eeyup!" he answered proudly. He could already feel his cock throbbing inside of her, his balls tightening, poised to blast her pussy with thick, steamy cum. He kept thrusting, pleasure surging through his muscles, sweat beading his forehead, eager to unload inside of this mare and fill her to the brim with hot Apple seed.
It didn't take long. Moments after he gave his word, he planted balls-deep inside of her, his sack throbbing against her clit and her pussy stretched wide around his base, his stallionhood buried deep, deep within her belly. He gave a rough grunt as he felt the first burst of cum fill her. It was a sensation he would never tire of; fucking the hell out of a mare and jizzing deep inside, his essence stuffing her full and flowing back around his massive dick. Fluttershy wailed in one final climax below him, her hooves wrapped around his firmly planted on the floor, her pussy winking against his sack, as if her body itself was begging for every last drop.
When it was over, Big Mac gave a long, satisfied sigh as he began to pull out. He had to take steps backward to get it all, and soon his heroic, half-hard meat popped free from her pussy with a splatter of cum, his dark shaft stained with a white coating of his essence. It would be a while before it retreated back to its sheath, but Big Mac was content to let his junk buzz for a while longer. He wore an easygoing grin on his face. He always did after getting some tail.
Fluttershy lay there on the floor, her body racked by occasional spasms and jolts of post-orgasmic pleasure, but soon her faculties returned to her. She didn't move, her legs still far too wobbly, but she did look back and blush at Big Mac. "Thank you," she said softly. She even offered a slight smile herself. "All in a day's work, right?"
"Eeyup," Big Mac answered. He stepped past her toward the door, giving her flanks a playful pat on the way out. If it was later in the evening, he would have stayed and cuddled, relishing in her praise. But in the middle of the day like this, he was a busy stallion, and he knew he would be seeing Fluttershy around Ponyville much more often.
All in all, the encounter hadn't taken too long. Maybe an hour, give or take fifteen minutes. By the time he was back downtown, his cock had retreated into its sheath. It was still bright and sunny as he headed through Ponyville out to Sweet Apple Acres to finish his farm work for the day. And just as before, he collected greetings from ponies on the street, just as he did every day.
"Hey Big Mac," Cheerilee called to him while batting her eyes.
Junebug bumped her rump against him as she passed by. "There's my favorite stud," she teased as she passed by, even lifting her tail a little bit as he turned to look at her.
Thunderlane waved. "Hey, I know that grin!" he said, growing his own big smile. "You just banged a mare, didn't you?"
"Eeyup," Big Mac confirmed as he gave Thunderlane a hoof bump.
Thunderlane just chuckled and shook his head. "Man, you are so lucky. I wish I got half the action you did!"
Big Mac was a stallion of his word, though. When he walked into the Ponyville Spa, Aloe and Lotus's faces lit up at the sight of him. "Oh! Mr. Big Mac! Please come in!" Aloe greeted him.
Lotus batted her eyes at him with a flirty smile. "Here for your deep tissue massage?" they asked.
"Eeyup."
Within minutes, Big Mac was lying back on a massage table, his forehooves behind his head and his hindlegs spread wide while the twins fondled and massaged his big package. His towering cock rose before them, and the two cooed and gasped at it. "My my! It always looks more impressive than I remember," Aloe said.
"And that smell... You've been working hard all day, haven't you?" Lotus asked, still smelling Fluttershy's pussy and his stale cum on his shaft. "Let us clean you up before your massage."
"It's our pleasure," Aloe added. Then, the two mares plastered their tongues to his throbbing meat, slowly licking over every inch and rubbing his dick back to a vigorous and firm erection, as if Fluttershy had never happened. He groaned, feeling their worshipful kisses and long licks up and up and up his shaft, from base to tip, all while basking in their compliments.
"It's so big..."
"What a stud you are..."
"I want your huge cock so badly..."
Eeyup. Big Mac had to admit, it was good being hung. And Big Mac was very, very hung.
Author's Note
This is more something for me than for other readers, so I'll work on it when the mood strikes me. Consider it effectively complete now and if/when it ever receives another chapter.
Chapter 2: Pounding Cakes
Big Mac always liked the tinkle of the bell above Sugarcube Corner's door. It was the sound of treats and goodies to be had. As soon as he walked into the door, he could smell sugar and dough and pastries. His stomach rumbled, but he wasn't here to get something for himself. The Sisterhooves Social was coming up, and the Apples were expected to supply the whole town with pies. It just so happened that Sugarcube Corner was the most reliable way to get that much flower and sugar in bulk.
"Hello there, Big Macintosh!" Mrs. Cake said as she poked her head out from the kitchen and stepped up the counter. "Carrot's just getting your cart ready out back." Big Mac nodded in thanks, but Mrs. Cake stayed where she was, looking up at him with a smile and making polite conversation. "Things going well for you, dearie?"
"Eeyup," he answered.
"And things going well around the farm?"
"Eeyup."
Mrs. Cake hesitated. "You haven't found a marefriend yet, have you?"
Big Mac raised an eyebrow. "Nope." It was odd. Mrs. Cake wasn't the type to rib him about his sex life like everypony else liked to do. He supposed now that he was a full-grown stallion, he shouldn't be surprised that friends of the family were pestering him about when he would settle down or have a few foals. Granny Smith told him to get hitched and get busy at least three times a day. But he didn't expect it from Mrs. Cake.
The blue mare chuckled a bit awkwardly. "Oh. Well, that's fine, of course. I bet a stallion in his prime like you probably wants to have a little bit more fun before you get tied down. Sowing your wild oats, and all?"
Big Mac chuckled back. "Eeyup." He was starting to feel awkward.
A long pause hung in the air between the two. Mrs. Cake spoke again. "So... You sow a lot of wild oats these days?" she asked.
"Eeyup," he answered. Things were definitely strange. Big Mac had a keen sense of when a mare wanted a big, fat dicking, and his big-dicking sense was going crazy. But it didn't add up. Mrs. Cake was a married mare. Happily married, too; that much was obvious. The Cakes were easily the most stable couple in all of Ponyville. And she had just had twin foals not too long ago, either! There was no way she would cheat on Mr. Cake. It was unfathomable.
And yet, Big Mac found himself fathoming it. He wasn't accustomed to checking out mares old enough to be his mother, but Mrs. Cake was nice and plump, more so than any other mare he had the pleasure of pounding before. And when a stallion was as big as Big Mac was, some extra cushion for all his pushin' was a valuable asset. He certainly didn't mind a more experienced mare either; he bet she had developed all sorts of dirty ticks after years with Mr. Cake. And she smelled like strawberry frosting to boot. Big Mac liked that. If he was being honest with himself, if she was younger, he would probably have the hots for her. A sweet, plump little baker mare... That sounded like a mare he could settle down with.
But it couldn't be what he was thinking. Why would Mrs. Cake hit on him? Was Mr. Cake not what he seemed like behind closed doors? Was he bad in bed? Did he have a small dick? Big Mac heard that from more than a few mares concerning their exes. But he had never been an accomplice to adultery before. There was no way in Equestria Mrs. Cake was actually hitting on him right now.
And yet, she continued to. She laughed at his blunt answer and said, "Oh, my! Well, I bet you do, dearie. All the mares around town talk about how... erm, gifted you are between the hindlegs," she said. She pointed downward with her hooves, her eyes dropping between his legs, as if he didn't know what she might have meant.
"Eeyup," he answered bluntly again. Big Mac never lied about his sex life or his great endowment. But it felt a little strange confirming it to a mare like Mrs. Cake. And, perhaps, a little exciting.
His simple confidence only made her blush and giggle more, like a young mare would. "Oh, dearie! Aren't you just Ponyville's top stud!" she said, even batting her eyes a little.
Big Mac was about to give a hearty "Eeyup" when Mr. Cake stepped in through the back. The lanky yellow stallion caused both ponies to jump where they stood, but he didn't seem to notice their surprise or their flushed faces. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. "Got the cart all loaded up for you, Big Mac! Bet you've got a lot of pies to work on," he said.
Big Mac straightened up and nodded. "Eeyup."
Mr. Cake smiled at him. "Why don't I follow you out back and help you get hitched up?" he offered, and Big Mac accepted.
Walking alongside Mr. Cake after having such a salacious conversation with his wife was plenty awkward. But things got even more awkward once Big Mac realized that he couldn't just keep a secret about what had just happened. If it were his wife, he'd want to know if she was flirting with other stallions, and Mr. Cake deserved that same courtesy. Plus, Applejack was the Element of Honesty and all, and it wouldn't really look good for him to be keeping secrets.
As they reached the cart piled high with bags of flour and other baking needs, Big Mac opened his mouth to say something, but Mr. Cake beat him to the punch. "So, uh... Did Cup Cake say anything to you?"
Mac exhaled, glad to have some way to ease into the confession. "Eeyup."
Mr. Cake didn't look surprised, though. "I hope she wasn't too forward..." he said, rubbing a hoof into his orange mane.
Big Mac didn't know how to respond, just staring at Mr. Cake with wide eyes.
If anything, Mr. Cake looked excited instead of embarrassed. "Well, I have to say, we are terribly curious. Is... Is it true?"
Big Mac only gave a quizzical turn of his head.
"Well, everypony talks about it when you come up. Everypony says you've got, well..." Mr. Cake faltered, but then drew closer to Big Mac and spoke in a hushed tone. "Everypony says you've got a massive schlong!" Then, with it out in the open air, he looked Big Mac in the face, his eyes shining with excitement. "So is it true?"
"Eeyup," Big Mac confirmed. He would never deny it, but he was still curious what the hay was going on.
Mr. Cake looked more nervous than he was. "Sorry, sorry, I know this is probably really weird for you..." he said.
"Eeyup."
"It's just..." Mr. Cake faltered. "Cuppie and I have been together for a while now, and... You probably don't want to hear this, but we're used to things being pretty wild in the bedroom."
Big Mac didn't say anything. It was hard to imagine such sweet, parental, and frankly boring ponies being kinky.
Yet Mr. Cake went on. "Oh, we've done just about everything you could think of with each other, just about every position in the Pony Sutra and then some! We steal quickies every chance we can get now that we've got foals, but when we were newlyweds, sometimes we'd spend whole days doing nothing but making love to one another..." Mr. Cake said wistfully, but for once, Big Mac was starting to get a little uncomfortable. When Mr. Cake realized this, he got to the point. "You see, Cuppie and I love each other with everything we can. We're always looking for new ways to keep the flame burning hot. And you see, recently, we realized we may be running out of options..." Now he turned back to Big Mac with a slight grin and a twinkle in his eye. "At least, just the two of us. But if somepony else were there..."
Big Mac nodded with understanding. This wasn't entirely new to him, after all. He'd played the cuckold game before - always the bull - and while he didn't get any particular enjoyment out of fucking another stallion's wife, he wasn't the type to turn down consensual sex when it was offered. Hell, he had banged Spoiled Rich three times last week alone, and Filthy Rich had the photos to prove it.
Mr. Cake didn't see a look of disgust on Big Mac's face, so he went ahead with his pitch. "So, whattya say? Would you mind, uh... Coming to bed with my wife, and, um... me?"
Big Mac was taken aback, blinking at Mr. Cake. Whenever he was cucking a stallion before, it was always just him and the mare. Only once before had he allowed Filthy Rich to jerk himself off with the bedroom door cracked open, and that was awkward enough. He wasn't sure he could perform if another stallion was going to be right there watching, let alone the mare's husband.
Mr. Cake sensed his hesitation. "You wouldn't have to do anything with me! I just... Cup Cake is the love of my life, and I want to be there with her, make sure she's alright, and see how much she's enjoying herself. After all, you're a bit of a legend, and... All I need is to know she's having the ride of her life," he admitted with a bit of a blush.
Big Mac touched his hoof to his chin thoughtfully. As long as Mr. Cake didn't interfere too much, it couldn't really be any different than fucking Spoiled Rich when he knew Filthy Rich was only a few feet behind him, watching and masturbating, could it? Sure, he'd probably see a lot more of Mr. Cake's self-pleasure than he did Filthy Rich, but would that really ruin things? Big Mac didn't see a problem with it. Plus, he liked the Cakes. And if they wanted to come to him and ask him to use his giant dick to spice up their love life, how could he say no? It was practically his cutie mark destiny to do so.
"Eeyup," he said with a nod.
Mr. Cake's eyes lit up. "R-Really? You'll do it?"
"Eeyup."
Mr. Cake was stammering more now than before. "Wow, I-I don't know what to say! Thank you so much! I promise you won't be disappointed. Cuppie's a real spitfire in the bedroom, and she's had her eye on you for months now! But I suppose you should come back tonight after the shop's closed. You can use the backdoor so nopony sees, and-"
Big Mac just grabbed him by the bowtie with his hoof and dragged him through the front door.
"Oh! Or m-maybe we could just do it now!" he spluttered with a big grin.
When Big Mac entered with Mr. Cake in tow, Mrs. Cake was still standing at the counter, and her eyes lit up with recognition as well. "Oh! Big Mac, are you...?"
"Honeybunch, why don't you close down the shop for the afternoon and, uh, meet Big Mac and I upstairs? In the bedroom?" Mr. Cake asked with a nervous grin.
Mrs. Cake blushed furiously. "Oh, Celestia! Big Mac, does that mean you're going to...?"
"Eeyup."
Excitement flashed across Cup Cake's face. "You boys go right on up! I'll be right there!" she said as she hurried to flip the open signs and lock the doors for the afternoon.
A wave of discomfort fell over Big Mac when he stepped into Mr. and Mrs. Cake's bedroom at the top of the shop. Luckily, it looked like the twins had their own room by now, so there was little more than the messy bed and the window that looked out over town. Still, it felt like he was invading a sacred, private space that just the two of them shared. But he realized that he was about to invade their marriage, which was the most sacred and private space they shared. He supposed it was part of the job when his job was making Mr. Cake into a cuckold.
Mrs. Cake soon joined them, shutting the door behind the males, and then it was time for the fun to begin. Mrs. Cake looked like her heart was racing, and she fanned herself with a hoof as sweat beaded her brow already. "Good heavens, I can't believe we're really going to do this! I don't think I've ever felt so naughty in my entire life!" she said.
Mr. Cake was already removing his apron and bowtie as he replied with a big grin. "I know. It's such a taboo! And with Big Mac, no less! I don't know if I'll be able to look Applejack in the eye again!"
Big Mac raised his own brow. He didn't know what Applejack had to do with this, but he had his own reservations to voice. "Err..." he started, pointing his hoof toward them.
"Oh, you can call me Cup Cake, dearie," Cup Cake said.
"And Carrot Cake, of course. We're all adults here, after all," Carrot Cake added.
That was all well and good, but there was still a lot to go over. Big Mac opened his mouth again to speak.
"Oh, and don't worry about me!" Carrot Cake interjected. "You just do whatever you would normally do with a mare!"
"Of course, dearie. Think of this as an opportunity to show my husband how a real stud does it," Cup Cake said, approaching Big Mac and drawing a line down his broad chest with her hoof.
Big Mac had to admit, that tightened his balls up a bit. Feeling more in control of the situation, he gave a confident grin and touched his hoof to Cup Cake's, pressing her frog against his muscular body. "Eeyup," he agreed.
Cup Cake blushed, and Carrot Cake's ears perked up. "Well, looks like somepony's eager to take charge!" he said.
"Before we get into things, maybe we should see if all the rumors are really true," Cup Cake said. She went away from Big Mac to her bedside table, where she opened the drawer and found a ruler.
It was Carrot's turn to blush now. "Honey, you want to measure our stallionhoods?"
"Side by side," she confirmed. She sauntered over to her husband and caressed his cheek with a hoof. "We'll see how outmatched you really are in the stallionhood department."
Big Mac winced a little bit. It seemed mean, and he didn't expect Cup Cake to be so forward when it came to taunting her own husband like that. But Carrot Cake just gulped nervously and began to nod his head. "O-Okay then, if that's what you want, dear..."
Big Mac was about to say that he wasn't here to humiliate Carrot Cake, but before Cup Cake had even crouched down, he saw Carrot's cock slip out of its sheath and quickly rise to full stiffness, filling up like a circus balloon. By the time Cup Cake had even pulled out the ruler, he was nervously making tentative eye contact with Big Mac, throbbing visibly below, his cock obviously rock solid.
That was when it all clicked for Big Mac. He understood why Cup Cake wanted this; just about every mare wanted to take a ride on his huge cock at least once. But now he understood that this wasn't just for her, the way Carrot made it seem. This was just as much for him too.
Carrot Cake wanted to be humiliated. He wanted Big Mac to emasculate him by being more of a stallion than he could ever dream of being. Big Mac didn't know why, but it was clear as day in the way his face was riddled with shame and embarrassment, but the way his cock stood so desperately stiff.
Well, if he wanted to be emasculated, then Big Mac supposed he didn't have to worry about hurting anypony's feelings, now did he?
"Looks like... fourteen inches!" Cup Cake said as she stood up. Carrot Cake gave a nervous chuckle as Big Mac looked him over. He knew the other stallion didn't have anything to be ashamed of. Fourteen inches wasn't small - it was perfectly average, really - and while his stallionhood was skinny and reedy, the brown flesh mottled pink, Big Mac knew full well that any mare would be satisfied by that size. But Cup Cake strode over to Big Mac and wrapped her hoof around his shoulder with much more seduction than he would have gave the baker mare credit for. "Now let's see what the famous Big Macintosh is packing, hm?"
"I, uh, think he might need a little help..." Carrot Cake piped up.
"I think I could help with that..." Cup Cake said.
Suddenly, Big Mac felt her hoof against his sheath, stirring him and fondling his heavy nuts. He startled a bit, but he could already feel his monster shaft emerging. Normally, the presence of another stallion would make it harder to get the party started, but a part of him was raring to see their reactions, to see just how utterly he would destroy Carrot Cake in this little measuring contest. Big Mac didn't have a mean bone in his body, but if this what the couple wanted, the opportunity to utterly dominate not just an older mare, but another stallion was all sorts of exciting.
His cock flopped out, and even flaccid it was obviously at least twice the size of Carrot Cake's and three times as thick. The other stallion's eyes went wide. "Holy shit..." he muttered.
Cup Cake looked like a mare possessed. "And he's not even all the way up, dumpling," she quipped to Carrot. She shot him a cruel glance and added, "But he's certainly a lot bigger than you..."
Carrot Cake gulped. "He... He is, isn't he?"
"Absolutely. Just looking at all this dick is making my mouth water..." she moaned, and Big Mac inhaled sharply as he felt her tongue dragging down the side of his shaft, her lips tracing along his veins and ridges from base to flare. His massive meat pole throbbed with growing hardness, showing just as much eagerness as Carrot Cake's did. He could see why Carrot was able to get it up so quickly. He never would have imagined, but Carrot wasn't kidding when he had said that he and Cup Cake had a kinky and very active sex life with the way she was acting. Hell, the plump baker mare was more adept at acting the slut than some of sluts Big Mac fucked on a regular basis.
Cup Cake gave a few more passes along his dick, and Big Mac just gave a cocky snort to Carrot as he thumped his shaft against his belly. Soon, Big Mac was at full mast, and both of the bakers had to stare at it in pure awe. They had heard the rumors, the legends; Big Mac's reputation was known far and wide. But no amount of gossip, secondhand accounts, or sights of mares walking funny as they left Sweet Apple Acres could have prepared their imaginations for the titanic dick that rose before them. It was truly monstrous, a sight that struck equal parts fear and wonder in their hearts. No other stallion could possibly come close. It was a fluke of nature. A miracle. The gargantuan cock was a destiny unto itself Big Mac alone was fit to wield.
Wordlessly, Cup Cake dropped to measure it, only to stammer weakly, "It's... The ruler's not nearly big enough..." She stood and looked at Carrot Cake, who was utterly transfixed by the Apple stallion's towering dong. "I think I have a tape measure downstairs..." she said, quickly hurrying down to fetch it.
Big Mac just grinned and raised an eyebrow at Carrot Cake, still unable to tear his eyes away from the meaty weapon Big Mac wielded. "You... You walk around with that monster between your legs?" he spluttered weakly.
"Eeyup," Big Mac said simply, thumping his dick again for emphasis, watching Carrot's pupils follow the flared head.
When Cup Cake reentered the bedroom with the tape measure, she was again stunned at the sight of it for a moment, as if she had only dreamed the turgid trunk of stallion not a minute before. "Alrighty, let's take a look-see..." she said with clear excitement as she crouched down once more to take stock of the shaft that was about to take her.
Big Mac already knew the number in his head, so he didn't bother to look down. Instead, he made hard eye contact with Carrot Cake. He grinned, letting Carrot watch and listen as they heard the tape measure stretch.
And stretch.
And stretch again.
"T-T-..." Cup Cake stammered, sounding faint. "Thirty-eight inches!?"
Carrot Cake's face went white. "That's- That's not possible!" Soon he was crouching down next to his wife, examining the tape measure crammed up against Big Mac's junk. Sure enough, from sheath to flare, the number on the tape was very clear. Carrot was left utterly speechless.
Cup even wrapped the tape around Big Mac's shaft near the mid-ring, and was again left stunned, mouth agape. "He's almost twenty all the way around..." Big Mac was left grinning even more. It was one thing to be incredibly long in the dick. It was another to be incredibly long and thick to boot.
Carrot looked at Cup with concern. "Can you even take that thing?" he asked quietly.
Big Mac wasn't about to have any doubts though, and he'd had enough standing around and gawking. It was time for him to take charge. He used his shoulder to bowl over an unsuspecting Cup Cake, toppling her belly-up onto her bed. She looked at Carrot with an excited face and said, "It looks like I'll have to, honeybunch!"
Carrot just nodded back as Big Mac placed his forehooves on the edge of the bed. "Let me just... uh, get her apron for ya, Big Mac," he said. Big Mac said nothing, just staring on with his grin as Carrot took the liberty of undressing his wife for the stallion who was about to claim her in his place. Carrot, though, couldn't seem to escape his nervousness, and added, "Just go easy on her."
Cup Cake just giggled. "Carrot's just nervous you'll make me cum with that thing. He's never done it with his dick; always uses his mouth or hooves after he's done," she said to Big Mac with a playful stroke of her tail along his chest.
Carrot Cake blushed fiercely. "But there's nothing wrong with that! Most stallions can't do that!" he said. Then he looked back down at Big Mac's huge, throbbing pride and said, "Well, most normal stallions..." he said.
After having his ego stroked, Big Mac felt less awkward and more eager to see Cup Cake truly naked and splayed out for him for the first time. She was plenty fat, that much was clear. A big pudgy belly, wide hips, doughy thighs; there was no other word for it. Maybe she had been more curvy in her youth, but after the foal weight from the twins, she seemed to have really plumped up. Big Mac had fucked plenty of mares with some extra padding on their rumps for him, but the younger mares didn't really carry the extra weight like Cup Cake. No, Cup Cake would be a new experience for Big Mac: not only his first time cucking a stallion in the room, but also his first time fucking a fat mare. He wasn't sure if he would like it, but he wasn't about to stop now.
There seemed to be a lot to enjoy too, once he really looked at her. She had absolutely the biggest teats he had ever seen, bigger than his balls, with thick, hardened nipples. Beneath her pouch of fat, her pussy was displayed for him beneath her big thighs, the lips plump and oozing wet already. And her ass was by far the biggest he'd ever beheld, and he knew it would be quite a ride to lay into.
Cup Cake looked up at him, her face bright red and the sexy act crumbling right before Big Mac's eyes. "You don't think I'm... too big, do you?" she asked quietly.
Big Mac could tell when a mare needed a little encouragement for her self-esteem - not that he knew what that felt like. So he just flashed his winning smile and said, "Nope." He dove his head down, kissing over her belly, getting a giggle out of Cup Cake.
"Oh! Oh goodness, dearie..." she said, watching Big Mac trail down lower and lower. She fully intended to keep him away from her big belly, but Big Mac nipped and licked over the soft fur and jiggly flesh on his way down to the prize.
Meanwhile, Carrot Cake took a seat on the bed above Cup Cake at the edge, out of Big Mac's direct line of sight for when he finally mounted his wife but close enough he could still touch her. "I'll just be right here..." he muttered, watching intently.
Big Mac heard him, but didn't acknowledge him, instead focusing all his attention on those big, jiggly teats between Cup Cake's hind legs. Big Mac loved a big pair of boobs - what stallion didn't? - and the opportunity to play with a set like Cup Cake's was too good to pass up. And after his display, her fat nipples were already hard and eager for his attention.
Cupping one soft teat with his hoof, Big Mac latched onto the offered nipple and took a good, long suckle, relishing the plump, plush flesh between his lips. Cup Cake gasped and groaned as the sensations of pleasure began, Big Mac's tongue and lips stimulating her arousal. But he startled as he felt a warm sweetness flow into his mouth. He grunted and stumbled backward, releasing the nipple with a pop, only to see a dribble of white on her teat.
Cup Cake giggled, blushing. "You forgot I'm a mother, didn't you Big Mac?" she said. No wonder her teats were so big. He had never noticed them before, but she likely couldn't step out from the counter without those mounds hanging they were so engorged with milk.
But Big Mac looked at her quizzically. The twins were old enough to be weaned, and she should have stopped lactating after that. Which could only mean...
Carrot Cake chuckled too, his erection still stiff as he sat on the bed. "It's a treat, isn't it? After we weaned the twins, Cup Cake still let me have a drink every now and again when we make love. And as long as somepony keeps drinking it, she'll keep making it..." he gave another nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his head with a hoof. "It's sort of... our little secret."
Big Mac was still surprised at how kinky the cute baker couple was. Mrs. Cake shifted on the bed, spreading her rear hooves wider and beckoned to him. "So, what do you think? You want a drink from momma's big hooters?" She even pushed her teats together with her hooves, letting Big Mac watch them squish together so perfectly.
His erection gave a hearty slap against his belly, so Big Mac decided that he was into this. "Eeyup," he said with a smirk, swaggering toward the bed again with redoubled determination. He planted his lips around Cup Cake's engorged nipple and began to suckle, flicking with his tongue as warm, sweet milk began to fill his mouth.
Cup Cake groaned again as buzzing pleasure filled her teats, and she looked down to see Big Mac's strong face licking and sucking on her nipples, his muzzle pressed into her big mammaries, grunting as he drank his fill before releasing her nipple with a pop and aggressively moving onto the next. He threw his head into it, nuzzling her teats, playing with them and enjoying himself as he filled his belly with her milk, and the big mare could already feel her pussy starting to throb. "Oh! Oh, goodness!" she moaned.
Carrot Cake couldn't help but meagerly stroke his member as he watched. Whenever he and Cup Cake got frisky, his pace was playful at most, and usually quite tender and slow. But ever move Big Mac made was so powerful and dominant, so confident and masculine, and he could see that Cup Cake was responding to it. "Look at him go, honeybunch," he said. "At this rate, he'll drain you!"
Big Mac didn't know about that, but once he had his fill, he released her nipple with a pop and wiped his mouth with a hoof. Cup Cake was still beneath him, like putty in his hooves, and he knew it was time to turn up the heat. He mounted the bed, but instead of taking her just yet, he laid his cock over her belly, sliding it between her teats slowly, letting her feel the whole length. With awe, the baker ponies watched his massive stallionhood extend up her stomach, emerging from between her cleavage, showing just how deep it was about to go inside of her, reaching up to her chest. The couple's eyes could only go wide with shock. "Good heavens, that's a lot of stallion," Cup Cake whimpered.
"You know, if it's too much..." Carrot tried to reassure her.
Cup Cake just gave a lidded look to Big Mac. "Oh, I can't wait to be stuffed completely full of dick for the first time ever," Cup Cake said, adding another jab toward Carrot Cake's stallionhood. Carrot didn't respond, giving a whimper of his own as he stroked himself a little faster, seemingly unable to resist.
Big Mac didn't quite know how to navigate that angle, but it was hard for him to resist the soft, pillowy caress of Cup Cake's teats wrapped around his cock. Even with his great girth, his shaft was completely surrounded by her flesh, and it was all to easy to thrust forward, letting out a little groan of pleasure as he felt his cock stroked by those great mounds.
Cup Cake moaned back, turning back to Big Mac as she squeezed her teats together again, hugging his cock with her boobs, moaning hotly as he began to teatfuck her. "Oh! Ohh, goodness, Big Mac," she called out his name, even with her husband mere inches away. "It feels so good to have such a big dick to play with..."
Certainly another sideways jab at Carrot Cake, but Big Mac hardly cared. He began to pick up the pace, thrusting into her mounds, groaning long and loud at the plush, heavenly squeeze of Cup Cake's teats on his cock until his balls were slapping into her clit below. Her juices soaked into his nutsack, more aroused than she had been in a long time with the new thrills racing through her veins, and Big Mac was starting to feel more and more in charge with every buck of his hips into her mammaries.
"That thing's practically a third leg, snickerdoodle," Carrot Cake said. "It'll probably stretch you out more than the twins!"
Odd praise to be sure, but praise nonetheless, which only served to encourage Big Mac more. As wonderful as these teats were, it wouldn't do if he blew his wad all over her belly like this. So he ceased his thrusting, looking Cup Cake dead in the eyes as he positioned himself above her. It was time.
No pony dared breathe as Big Mac, with all the professionalism of a born pornstar, wiggled his hips to realign his cock hooves-free until his broad flare was poised at her heated, wet pussy. Cup Cake's lower lips felt so ready to part and accept him, so plush and plump and needy. Some mares he hesitated on the first thrust, always a little worried he might break them. But it was clear that she could take him. That she desperately wanted to take him.
"You going to show me how a real stallion plows a mare?" Cup Cake teased.
Big Mac snorted, grinning. "Eeyup."
He thrust forward, his flare piercing her folds with a wet squelch, driving the first several inches into her as she gasped. "Good heavens," Cup Cake exhaled as the breath left her, her eyes already wandering. Then came the second thrust, more than a foot of thick, hot, throbbing meat plunging into her body, filling her hole, stretching her out, making her feel more full than she ever had before; the thrust that most mares were certain was the extent of it. "Ohh, fuck..." she said as she gulped in air. Then came the third, forceful buck of his hips, spearing the final foot or so of his long cock inside of her body, reaching into places she didn't know she had, hitting sweetspots that had never been hit before, let alone so forcefully. This was when a mare showed her true colors, and Cup Cake howled in ecstasy, "Yes! Oh, Celestia, it's so fucking big!"
Music to Big Mac's ears. It never got old.
But with his crotch grinding against her clit and his balls plopping against her ass, it was time for Big Mac to really get to work. His strong hips started to get to work, pumping into her, churning her plump pussy with his huge shaft and whipping it into a dripping, frothing mess of arousal as he stuffed her completely full again and again. In this position, only his balls could really feel the plumpness of her ass, but even that carried a nice, meaty smack against his stones that he had never felt before in another mare. He could still feel the rest of her thick backside against his hips, jiggling as he pounded into her, her fat thighs caressing his hips, her fat belly providing a plump cushion for his groin, and her fat ass shaking back every time his nuts impacted with a loud clap against her cheeks. Big Mac snorted again with delight, letting out a loud moan.
There was no denying it: fucking a fat mare was awesome. Big Mac couldn't believe it had taken him this long to find a chubby girl to plow, but now he was a changed stallion. The skinny mares would always be fun to hear squeak and squirm as they stretched around him. But there was nothing like screwing a big, fat-assed mare like Cup Cake. Balls-deep inside of her, he wondered if he would ever go back.
Big Mac was nearly lost in the fat caresses of Cup Cake's pussy, sweat beading at his temples and chest, and only when Carrot Cake spoke up, barely audible over the din of Big Mac's grunts and Cup Cake's squeals of delight, did Big Mac even remember the scrawny stallion was still watching them. "Look at that, dumpling," he pointed.
All eyes wandered down to Cup Cake's belly, watching as Big Mac thrust into her, and they all saw what he meant. It was slight, nearly imperceptible, but unmistakable nonetheless: a bulge, sliding along Cup Cake's abdomen, the imprint of Big Mac's massive cock inside of her.
"Ohh, goodness, it feels so much bigger!" Cup Cake wailed.
Carrot Cake couldn't stop masturbating if he wanted to. "H-how does it feel, honeybunch?" The stallion's face was flushed, his voice nervous, aroused, awaiting a response.
Cup Cake leaned back to look her husband in the eye before she gave the answer he was looking for, "It's so much bigger than yours, sweetie. It feels incredible!"
Carrot looked like he might cum right there, his hoof stroking faster as he gulped, watching Big Mac fuck his wife harder and faster. "Sweet Celestia, what a stud!" he moaned under his breath.
Big Mac looked Carrot Cake in the eye again, and a new wave of excitement rushed through him. Up until that point, he wasn't sure if he was into Carrot's humiliation. It didn't sit right with him; no stallion should feel bad for their bodies. He knew that Carrot liked it, but he had just been going along with it for the other stallion's benefit. But now he was starting to feel the thrill himself. He had heard countless mares call him a stud before. But hearing another stallion say it, a stallion much less-endowed than he was, unable to resist acknowledging Big Mac's incredible masculinity all centered around his massive stallionhood was an ego-trip like no other. Big Mac wasn't just another stallion like Carrot Cake. Carrot elevated him higher, above the rabble of other males. Big Mac was another beast entirely. Big Mac was a stud. And this was what he was born to do.
He wanted to push the other stallion around. He wanted to display his dominance, his superior sexual prowess, and his superior stallionhood. And he knew just how to do it.
Big Mac lurched forward, still buried inside Cup Cake's cunt as he heaved himself up on the bed. This forced Cup Cake to both scoot back but also roll up slightly, her head in Carrot Cake's lap as Big Mac stood on the mattress. He was face-to-face with Carrot Cake, lodged deep in his wife's pussy, and he just smirked. He smacked Carrot's hoof away from his cock and then shoved his head down, toward crotch-level, where Carrot could watch as the bigger stallion's massive dick spread out his wife, plunged deep into her, where the smaller stallion could see just where the difference between the two of them lay.
"Celestia..." Carrot Cake exhaled with a gulp. He couldn't look away. It was too much to avoid.
Big Mac raised his hips before slamming them back down, pistoning into Cup Cake with a mighty buck, a wet squelch and a cry of ecstasy. Big Mac couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure himself. At this new angle, he could feel a lot more of Cup Cake's fat, jiggling ass on his hips, cushioning the blows of his rough fucking, deeper in her than before, and her teats wobbled above her as well. It was all she could do to hold on to the sheets as Big Mac took complete control of her body. His cock was a steel beam plunging into her, and his balls made weighty, loud smacks with every thrust, the bed groaning with each powerful movement.
Carrot Cake look like he wanted to touch himself so badly, gaping, dry-mouthed at the sight of Big Mac's big dick claiming his wife's plump pussy. He was rendered utterly speechless, helpless before Big Mac's powerful display. It was exactly what Big Mac wanted to see. He was certain it couldn't get better than this.
Until Cup Cake wailed, "Oh! Yes! Oh, Celestia, Big Mac! I'm going to cum!"
Both stallions looked down at her, Big Mac not daring to slow down even a bit. "R-really, muffin?" Carrot Cake asked. "But I've never, you know..."
Cup Cake was practically breathless. "Yes, really! Ohhh! He's just so big! I can't help it! His dick is just so BIG!" She looked up at Big Mac and begged, "Do it! Breed me, you stud!"
Big Mac could feel it. The familiar clenches of a pussy winding up for the big finish around his cock, the shuddering body beneath him aching for just a little more, right there. It came naturally to him. He knew just what to do, just where to thrust and how hard to topple a mare over the edge. And if Carrot Cake had never achieved it before, and if she had never been with another stallion, then this would be yet another achievement on his stallionhood, and a whole new world of pleasure for Cup Cake.
Carrot Cake looked like he could cum hooves-free at the declaration. His cock was twitching and throbbing like mad. But even as her body clenched and seized, preparing to explode in a completely new way, Cup Cake couldn't stand to see her husband getting left out, and with her head in his lap, all she had to do was reach a little. The big mare opened her lips and swallowed down Carrot Cake's cock, taking nearly the whole thing in one gulp, as if she had done it a million times before, and began to blow her husband.
"Ohh! Ohhh, honeybunch!" Carrot Cake gasped. He wrapped his hooves in his wife's mane, biting his lip as she slurped on his dick, bobbing fast, working to finish him off as Big Mac took her higher and higher with each thrust, her moans stuffed down her throat by her husband's dick. And it didn't take long.
With a sharp cry, both bakers began to cum. Cup Cake clenched and gave muffled screams of pleasure, her hindlegs shaking like crazy as her body began to spasm and writhe violently with a deep, intense pleasure she had never felt before, every inch of her exploding with carnal ecstasy. Carrot Cake couldn't hold back either, and soon was giving strained gasps, his eyes nearly crossing as his cock twitched in his wife's mouth, his balls clenching as he fed her his pent-up load. Cup Cake tried to swallow it all, but at the angle and in the throes of orgasm, plenty of her husband's cum drooled out of her lips as she sucked him off, the two riding the waves of climax together.
It was a sweet sight, one that Big Mac felt privileged to be able to witness: two passionate lovers, who knew each other's bodies so perfectly, sharing the blissful intimacy of orgasm together. Big Mac felt his own balls tighten, the tingles of climax racing down his shaft as well, throbbing harder and faster as he pounded into Cup Cake just right to draw out her pleasure, pushing her muzzle into her husband's crotch with each thrust, burying his dick down her throat even more. The sight of their pleasure, and the knowledge that it had all come from him, sent him over the edge soon after. He had earned their pleasure, and now it was time that he enjoyed his release.
"Eeyup," Big Mac grunted as he buried himself completely into Cup Cake, feeling the throbs in his massive meat quicken until they burst, an explosion of cum deep inside the mare's body, his fruitful balls gushing gouts of cream to fill her. It wasn't long before her stuffed body began to overflow, a tide of semen frothing and drooling out of her lower lips in a way that Carrot Cake's meager load couldn't hope to measure up to. Yet her fat, soft body provided all the cushion Big Mac needed as he held deep within her, his balls pulsing against her asscheeks, making a mess of her crotch and the sheets below, staining them with his essence, seemingly forever.
When it was over, Big Mac exhaled pleasantly and withdrew before collapsing onto the bed, resting on his back. Without his body to support her, Cup Cake toppled as well, releasing Carrot Cake's dick with a fling of spit and cum as well. All ponies were left breathless, Cup Cake still shuddering for several minutes as she tried to get her bearings.
"Goodness! That was... amazing!" she praised.
"Eeyup," Big Mac confirmed. He just rest his hooves behind his head and laid back, his powerful muscles still taut with exertion, and his massive cock, fat and half-hard, still wet with cum and pussy juice, gleaming in the afternoon light. The other ponies couldn't help but admire it, and the stallion it belonged to.
After a long moment, when Cup Cake could move again, she said, "Why don't I get you boys some drinks?" On wobbly legs, she managed to stand, giving each stallion a peck on the cheek before heading downstairs, trailing cum the entire way down.
Carrot Cake couldn't help but chuckle as he laid back next to Big Mac. "She's something, isn't she?"
"Eeyup."
Carrot Cake sighed. "I can't believe you made her cum. I mean, I can - you're hung like a dragon! - but I never thought it would really happen!" He looked over at Big Mac. "That thing you have there really is a gift," he said gratefully.
Big Mac knew that. He knew his home would always be Sweet Apple Acres, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if his massive wang was his real talent, his real destiny. A lot of ponies could be great farmers, but no pony could wield a giant dick like Big Mac could. And he loved to use it, to please and impress with it. It always felt so very right. He knew he had a gift. A very big, special, powerful gift. And he knew he had to use it to its fullest.
So he just nodded and answered, "Eeyup."
Cup Cake returned with frothy mugs of cider, which both stallions drank gratefully. Normally, Big Mac wouldn't drink before sundown, but the bite of alcohol perked him up as the sweet tang down his throat soothed him, ice cold. Cup Cake really was a hell of a wife.
"Goodness, you boys look like you just had a romp of your own," she quipped absentmindedly.
Carrot Cake laughed. "Celestia, Cup Cake! Like we would ever!"
Then the thought lingered, proofing, cooking. Big Mac looked at Carrot Cake.
Carrot Cake looked at Big Mac. "Unless...?"
Big Mac raised an eye brow.
Cup Cake knew that look on her husband's face, and her jaw dropped in shock. "Snickerdoodle! Do you want to get plowed by Big Mac too?"
Carrot Cake's face exploded into a bright red blush. "I didn't say that! I mean - Big Mac's a handsome stallion and all, but I'm not interested in stallions!"
Now Cup Cake raised an eyebrow. "Are you interested in Big Mac?"
Carrot looked at Big Mac again. He chuckled nervously, trying to reply, but only managing to gulp and struggle for words.
Big Mac was surprised. He didn't expect a turn like this, and it seemed like Carrot Cake hadn't either. Big Mac had never been interested in stallions himself. Spitroasting Cup Cake was the most he had ever done in the bedroom with another stallion. But he couldn't deny that Carrot Cake's presence had added an extra something to the experience. And an asshole would be tight no matter what was beneath it. Big Mac wasn't the type to get hung up on labels or identities; he liked what he liked, and he stuck his dick where he wanted. A stallion would be new territory for him. He didn't think he'd make a habit out of it, but doing a little exploring was starting to sound mighty appealing.
So when Cup Cake asked, "Big Mac? Are you interested in plowing Carrot Cake?" he had only one answer:
"Eeyup."
Carrot Cake erupted into another fit of blushes. "Oh! Oh, Celestia, really? Oh, wow! I- I've never thought about this before, but... Sweetie, are you sure it's okay?" he asked his wife.
"Oh, absolutely! The thought of you, such a small, weak little stallion being shown his place by such a hung, strong stud like Mac," she teased him, using the words that she knew would excite him. "Doesn't that sound fun to you?"
Carrot Cake could hardly respond, muttering a bit mixed with nervous laughter. "W-well, when you put it that way..." He gulped, but then said, "Honey, could you get that lube...?"
Cup Cake was already walking over to the bedside table where she produced an impressively large bottle of clear lube labeled "MAX-GLIDE MEGA MOUNTING," then beneath that it read, "XXX-tra long-lasting personal lubricant." It even had a silhouette of two ponies mounting each other in the middle. Earlier, Big Mac would have been surprised at the size of the bottle, but now it made perfect sense for the horny couple to buy a lube made specifically to withstand a long night of wild fucking. The most interesting part was that the bottle was more than half-empty.
She held the bottle into her mouth and said, "So, how do you want him?"
"Hey, aren't we moving a bit fast?" Carrot protested, but his cock was already throbbing hard again beneath him.
Big Mac just smiled at him. With a nod of his head, he motioned for him to turn over. Carrot Cake nodded and obeyed, his nervous smile still plastered on his face. He laid on his belly, planted his hooves on the floor, and raised his rump toward Big Mac before lifting his cropped tail. Beneath, Big Mac could see his tight little pucker, which was in many ways familiar to him, even if it was perched between a much scrawnier and leaner pair of cheeks than he was used to. But the unfamiliar part was the pair of balls that dangled down below in their yellow sack, looking so tender and vulnerable.
"Be gentle," Carrot Cake murmured below, his shaft twitching against the bed in anticipation. He was belly-down in the puddle of Big Mac's sticky, wet cum her had dumped into his wife, which only reinforced what was about to happen to him.
Cup Cake merely opened the bottle and began to squeeze the lube out over her husband's asshole, coating in a clear, sticky gel that trickled over his sensitive balls, making him shiver. Big Mac shivered as well, watching the way his asshole tightened and clenched in response to the sensation, knowing it would be a tight, tight ride.
"Don't worry about him," Cup Cake said as she put the lube down. "We've played with a few toys before; he's no stranger to being on bottom. He loves this." she said stroking his rump. Big Mac nearly lost his breath. The couple continued to surprise him with their kinkiness. "Are you ready?" she asked Big Mac.
Big Mac looked down. He was still about half-mast, his cock out and flopping down along the length of his belly, but not quite stiff yet.
"Allow me," Cup Cake said. "You could use a cleanup anyway, sweetie."
She dipped down, and suddenly Big Mac felt her tonguing his balls. He groaned, feeling a throb in his shaft as her lips moved along his length, dragging along the pillar of his dick, tasting the stale cum and juices that clung to the flesh, nibbling at his midring, before nipping at his flare with her lips.
He was almost fully hard again, certainly enough to get the job done. But Cup Cake used her hooves and gripped his cock, angling it toward Carrot Cake's ass. Big Mac watched as she prodded his asshole with his dick, his ring clenching, massaging the warm, smooth lube into his flesh. "Feel that honeybunch?" she asked. "That's Big Mac's big, meaty dick."
"Yeah..." Carrot Cake groaned. "I feel it..."
Cup Cake slid Big Mac's dick up further, between his asscheeks, letting the smaller stallion feel how Big Mac's girth spread even his thin cheeks apart, hotdogging the smaller stallion's tiny buns with Big Mac's massive wiener. "Feel how long it is? How thick it is? It's probably the biggest dick in all of Equestria. Think you can take it all?"
"I... I want it..." Carrot Cake whimpered.
Big Mac wanted it too. Cup Cake knew how to turn a stallion on; Big mac was at full-mast now, throbbing with renewed stiffness, ready to plunge into another tight, eager hole again.
Cup Cake turned to Big Mac now, looking up at him, batting her lashes at him. "Are you going to fuck my husband? Show him how a stud does it? Let him feel what a big, fat dick really feels like? Show him what kind of stallion he could be if he was as hung as you are?"
"Eeyup!" Big Mac affirmed.
It was on. Big Mac planted his hooves on either side of Carrot Cake's body and aligned his flare with the yellow stallion's tight little asshole. There wasn't a doubt in his mind now. Big Mac was about to fuck a stallion. No going back after this, but all Big Mac wanted was to plunge forward.
So that's exactly what he did. With a grunt, a grit of his teeth, and a shove, Big Mac started to push into Carrot Cake's asshole. Carrot immediately gasped, his head shooting up and his eyes wide as he felt his butthole start to spread. "Big Mac! Big Mac!" he cried out.
It was tight going, not like Cup Cake's pussy at all. There was resistance, but Carrot Cake tried to relax to let Big Mac in. Big Mac just rolled his hips, working against the hole, pushing and thrusting forward, until all at once, he started to sink in, until his flare entered with a pop.
Carrot Cake collapsed onto the bed with a guttural moan. "Ohhh, fuck! Big Mac!" he gasped again.
The tight squeeze of Carrot's asshole was like nothing he had ever felt before, even a bit different than a mare's ass somehow. But the lube was amazing stuff, and slickened the way for Big Mac to slide himself in deeper, watching the ring of Carrot Cake's hole slowly stretch and gape to accommodate his massive length. Carrot Cake could only howl in pleasure, helpless beneath the bigger stallion.
About halfway in, Big Mac felt some resistance. This wasn't uncommon for a stallion of his length in the slightest, especially doing anal. He began to work his cock again, testing the waters and feeling some give in Carrot Cake's tight, hot insides that clenched and seemed to suck him in deeper. Carrot Cake could take it all. He would just need some work.
While Big Mac massaged his inner walls, Carrot Cake grunted and groaned. His wife joined him on the bed, stroking his face. "How does it feel, honeybunch?"
Carrot Cake looked up at her with a strained smile. "It's so fucking big, muffin!"
"And that's not even all of it," she said with a giggle. Petting his mane, she said, "You like it? Being under such a big, strong, hung stallion?"
Carrot Cake nodded. "Celestia, it's amazing! Almost makes me wish I was a mare!"
Cup Cake giggled again. "Oh, you could be sweetie."
Big Mac felt Carrot Cake was ready for more. It would just take a good, hard thrust. So with a grin on his face, he reached down, gripped Carrot Cake's mane in his teeth like he would a mare he was about to knock up, and yanked backward as he bucked forward.
"OHHH SWEET CELESTIA!!!" Carrot Cake howled as Big Mac sank every last inch of his massive dick inside his asshole, stretching him to his limit, pounding deep inside of him, their balls meeting with a satisfying clap.
Big Mac didn't waste any time. He began to ride, steadily plowing into Carrot Cake's tight, lean ass, his short mane in his teeth, barely giving the other stallion any time to rest or adjust. It was a bit rougher than Big Mac would normally do, but with the way that Carrot Cake moaned, sounding not unlike his wife, it was obvious he loved it.
"Feels bigger than it looks, doesn't it?" Cup Cake said.
Carrot Cake could hardly find the words to answer. "It's- It's so huge! Ohhh, don't hold back, Big Mac! Rut me like one of your mares!" he begged.
Big Mac was happy to oblige. He hooked his strong arms around Carrot Cake's slender shoulders, yanked back on his mane, and began to lay into his hips, each thrust accompanied by a squelch of the lube and a loud smack of hips to ass. Carrot Cake's slim waist was entirely different from his wife, a bit bony and narrow, but tight as a vice and then some, brimming with eager heat that squeezed at his flare deep within. Plus, at his rough and fast pace, Big Mac's nuts swung and slapped against the back of Carrot Cake's own sack. Big Mac was worried it would hurt, but if it did, Carrot Cake only moaned louder for it, and Big Mac found himself really enjoying the pendulous feel of his big, sweaty balls crashing into Carrot's noticeably smaller, vulnerable orbs. It was the most concrete sign of his dominance over the smaller, weaker stallion, a visible token of Big Mac's superior maleness. Each smack was a reminder for both that Big Mac was the better-endowed male, the smack of his virile melons a visceral reinforcement against Carrot Cake's plums, and it left both of their cocks throbbing, with Big Mac hilted deep within Carrot Cake's ass, and Carrot Cake throbbing and drooling precum against the sheets and floor below.
But Cup Cake couldn't watch her husband get pounded by such a handsome stud and not feel anything. She situated herself in front of Carrot Cake and spread her hindlegs, her chubby thighs parting to reveal her cum-stuffed, messy pussy, still leaking Big Mac's runny seed. "Payback time, sweetie."
Carrot Cake couldn't protest before Big Mac used his teeth to shove him forward, mashing his muzzle into Cup Cake's cunt. Both bakers moaned, Carrot's muzzle muffled and soaked with Big Mac's first load and nowhere else to go. But he didn't need to be told twice. He began to eat his wife out, licking at the folds of her pussy, lapping upward at the clit, before diving his tongue deep within and slurping Big Mac's cum out of his wife's marehood. Big Mac watched from above, the pace of his pounding into the stallion's ass increasing, pushing him more and more into the pussy he had claimed.
He was impressed with Carrot Cake's technique, the dexterous way he used his lips against her inner folds, the gentle way he licked at her engorged clit, each motion making Cup Cake moan and pant heavily above. It was clear that Carrot Cake had was an expert at eating out his wife, that he knew all the little twists and turns to drive her wild, all the spots along her plump lips and how to hit them, and how to use his hooves to pull ever so gently at her lips to spread them, how to massage her thighs, how to tease her nipples, all to work her up to a gasping mess.
"Carrot! Oh, Carrot, yes! That's it! That's it, honeybunch!" she cried out for him. Despite the power-trip of the sex beneath him, it was another sweet, intimate, tender moment between them that Big Mac was proud to behold. His dick could have been six inches bigger, but he doubted he would ever know how to satisfy Cup Cake the way her husband did.
But the treat for him was when Carrot Cake couldn't resist the urge anymore, and planted his lips against his wife's inner entrance. His tongue probed outward, his lips sucking in, scooping mouthfuls of thick, potent cum into his muzzle, gulping down cum, swirling cum around his tongue, looking as if he was drunk on Big Mac's cum. His eyes were listless, and his submission was complete, sucking out the load of a superior stallion while that same stud fucked his ass into a paste, battering his own balls with his heavier sack, stretching his asshole to its limit and slamming into him like a piston with his massive dick. It was a whole new way of experiencing that rush of dominant maleness that Big Mac loved so much, and every thrust into Carrot Cake's tight little asshole seemed sweeter than the last.
Cup Cake didn't let up on her dirty talk, though. "Ahhh, you like that, sugar pie?" she asked. "You like tasting Big Mac's cum? There's so much of it, I'm completely full!" The couple locked eyes, and Big Mac watched a grin spread across her face. "Maybe we should invite him over during the next breeding season? I bet you'd love to see Big Mac's balls giving me a big, fat cream filling, wouldn't you sweetie?"
It was the dirtiest thing either stallion had ever heard, the mere suggestion enough to send them both into shock. But in the heat of their lusty fucking, it was exactly what their balls wanted to hear. Carrot Cake's eyes went wide, beginning to howl into his wife's pussy, his voice rising higher and higher as his asshole began to clench tighter and tighter. Big Mac could feel it happening below, the twinges of Carrot Cake's cock, his balls drawing upward, preparing to orgasm. He could feel it himself too, his cock growing hard as diamond, his head feeling light, sweat pouring down his body as his own nuts prepared to unload once more.
Big Mac gripped Carrot Cake's mane in preparation, but the smaller stallion took the chance to really lay into his wife with his tongue. He planted his gaping maw against her pussy, stuck his tongue deep in Big Mac's creampie, and seemed to swipe against a particular spot, swirling that jizz around inside of her, stroking that hidden place that made her eyes light up and her body seize as well. "Ohh! Ohhhh, yes! There! There! Just a little more...! Yes...! Ohhh, Carrot Cake!"
"Eeyup!" Big Mac yanked upward on Carrot Cake's mane, and just like his wife before him, planted himself balls-deep as orgasm took him.
All three ponies grunted and cried out as their climaxes came swiftly, rocking their bodies in powerful waves. Cup Cake was kicking her hooves as Big Mac blasted his seed deep within Carrot Cake's bowels, filling him completely while he whimpered, the smaller stallion's cock pulsing and unloading his thick, drooling white spunk onto the floorboards below, rocked by the overwhelming prostate orgasm he had never achieved hooves-free before. The euphoria was blinding, and he was seeing stars, his lungs aching as his muzzle was buried in his wife's climaxing crotch, feeling warmth spread through his veins as Big Mac's cum stuffed him to the brim.
No pony dared move for a long while after it was over. Cup Cake fell back, letting Carrot Cake breathe while Big Mac released his mane, the smaller stallion slumping beneath while Big Mac's broad chest heaved, trying to catch his breath above. The smell of his sweat permeated the room, mixing with the aromas of cum and pussy juice and lube, Carrot Cake's asshole still clenching weakly around his girthy shaft.
He nodded, spent. A job well done.
He pulled out slowly, feeling Carrot Cake's twitches before finally yanking his flare out, a splatter of Big Mac's seed splashing down to mix with the puddle of Carrot's own cum below, the deluge practically washing away his own meager load, a final sign of Big Mac's great virility.
The bakers could only look at Big Mac, smiling appreciatively at him. They looked at each other, and giggled.
"My... we should have done this a long time ago," Cup Cake said.
Carrot Cake could still barely rise from the sheets as he answered, "You said it, dumpling." He turned back to Big Mac, "I don't know how we can thank you."
Big Mac just smiled down at them, and Cup Cake added, "Maybe we can thank him by having him come back next week?" she asked.
"Eeyup," Big Mac agreed. After the romp he had just had, he would be more than happy to see just how much the interesting couple had to offer in the bedroom, to really see this other, kinkier side of them.
Carrot Cake just laughed at his enthusiasm. "That sounds lovely, but I'm sure we've kept you long enough already. You're a busy stallion, after all," he remarked.
"Eeyup," Big Mac said. He hadn't planned on staying at Sugarcube Corner for more than a few minutes, but here it was nearly an hour later. Applejack was probably wondering where he had gotten off to with that cake. It was more than a good time to get going.
But as he wiped his face, finished his cider, and prepared to leave, Cup Cake curled up under the sheets with her husband, the two cuddling sweetly, their sweat-covered faces smiling brightly. "Don't be a stranger, now," she told him. "Even if you just want to come in for a chat and a muffin, we'd love to keep you company. It doesn't always have to end in us getting naughty, you know." Big Mac smiled, but raised an eyebrow at her. She blushed and added, "Well, I guess we can get a little naughty..."
"At least one of us can watch the shop," Carrot Cake added with a chuckle. "Maybe we can hire you part time. I wouldn't mind putting you in the back with Cup Cake. We could really use somepony who can make a lot of creampies!" he joked.
Big Mac chuckled too. "Eeyup!" he gave his hearty response. These two were truly incorrigible.
As he closed the door, though, he took a moment to adjust his collar, and he could hear their voices. Cup Cake spoke first. "Oh, good heavens, honeybunch, that was amazing!" her muffled voice said.
"I know, snickerdoodle," Carrot Cake answered. "I didn't expect him to go for it like that, but seeing the look on your face when he made you cum was incredible!"
"Oh, and I loved the way you squirmed when I mentioned letting him knock me up!" Cup Cake replied.
Carrot Cake sighed. "Thank you so much for this, sweetie. You're the best wife a stallion could ask for."
"And you're the best husband," she said.
Big Mac thought he heard the sound of a sweet, quick kiss.
"You sure I'm enough for you, though?" Carrot Cake asked softly.
"Oh, sugar pie, of course you are. No stallion could ever measure up to you." Her tone shifted, getting a bit more sultry as she added, "In my heart, you're more hung than all of them combined." Carrot chuckled, but Cup Cake continued, "And you're sure I'm not too much for you?"
Carrot Cake's tone grew a bit more dominant in return. "Baby, you know I'm crazy about you. No stallion - or mare, for that matter - is ever going to change that. You'll always be my big fat hotcake."
"Ooh!" Cup Cake yelped and giggled. There was a pause, and she added softly, "We should probably open up the shop again..."
"Let it stay closed. Fifteen more minutes, baby..."
Big Mac heard some sheets rustling, and Cup Cake yelping and giggling, "Oh, Carrot! Carrot!" Then a pause.... Then, "Oh, Carrot..."
Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak Squeak
Big Mac smiled. It seemed he had stayed too long already. As he headed downstairs, he quietly slipped out the backdoor and hitched himself up to his cart, his pie fixings right where he had left them.
But as he went to leave, he looked up at the top of Sugarcube Corner. He saw the Cakes' bedroom window, and if he looked carefully, he could see the sight of Carrot Cake's slim ass and docked orange tail rising up and down in a hard, rough rhythm. And if he listened carefully, he could hear the sounds of their bed rocking louder, and barely make out Cup Cake's gapsing moans.
"Oh, Carrot! Oh, Carrot, yes! Right there! Right there! Yes!!!"
Big Mac just chuckled. Being hung would always have its advantages. But he would never quite measure up to a stallion who had truly captured a mare's heart and learned her body inside and out. One day, he hoped he could make a mare that happy.
