Big Mac's Unusual Day On The Farm

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Written by: Oneimare

Preread and edited by: Jay Tarrant

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Act II

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Rainbow Dash’s strong exhale turned into a chuckle—that was intense!

With a wide grin, she wiped her aching hoof on the apple tree's bark, though with little success. She’d sneaked into the orchards for a nap, but she wasn’t going to complain about being rudely disrupted from her dreams—she got a real thing to watch instead. The surprising performance of the most unimaginable duo got her so good, she even blacked out a bit at the end, sharing the mind-blowing crescendo with the actors.

It was time to applaud them.

She all but slid from her clandestine alcove amidst the creaking branches, trying to decide if she was going to tease or congratulate her shy friend. However…

“Hey, where did they go?”

A strong red hoof froze a hair apart from the door to the forlorn cottage. Though animal life allured by transcendent kindness teemed all around like one huge organism, nothing betrayed the holy presence there right now. The critters seemed to have no interest in the demure house and only the ambience of condensed nature disturbed the warm song of the nearing sunset.

His raised limb offset the balance of his entire frame, threatening the basket of apples on his wide back, and he was forced to half-heartedly tap the weather-worn wood.

Big Mac didn’t even bother to strain his hearing—that place rarely answered knocking. Yet his hooves didn’t carry him away when no sound came from within. He remembered not only the sweet moments in the orchards, but also the reason why Fluttershy had ended there in the first place.

For a few nervous heartbeats, Big Mac was torn between leaving the fruit to the mercy of the animals or invading the abandoned home. Finally, he pushed the door with his muzzle and found it open.

The cosy living room met him with its absolute emptiness and almost ringing silence. Wondering if Fluttershy always left her door unlocked or if the pegasus was so distraught that she hadn’t bothered to take care of it as she fled to her bedroom on the second story, the stallion cautiously stepped inside.

Trying not to make a sound, he went deeper into Fluttershy’s dwelling searching for a place to put the basket down so the cottage’s owner would see it from anywhere.

While their last meeting had gone splendidly, at least in Big Mac’s mind, he was reluctant to meet the mare again. The situation was so bizarre, he had failed over and over to simply draw conclusions from it, needless to say—take any actions.

The best course was to pretend it had never happened and cherish that memory, hoping Fluttershy would do the same.

The large stallion stopped between a couch and the coffee table, the latter standing right in the middle of the room—the perfect landing for his apple delivery. One apple roguishly rolled from the basket as it was lowered down.

When he turned to pick it up, his namesake rolled back, bouncing off a yellow hoof.

Two pairs of wary eyes met momentarily before they both averted them.

In the deafening silence, Big Mac and Fluttershy stared at the fallen apple, neither eager to pick it up.

“I…” they uttered at the same time, the single word fading into nothingness.

“Big Mac, I…” Fluttershy said.

“Fluttershy, I…” said Big Mac.

Their eyes were like panicking beasts, big from fear, dashing around the room and latching onto anything but each other in a vain attempt to find an exit. The moment when they would meet again was inevitable.

Two hearts thumped in their erratically breathing chests, as the stallion and mare gazed at one another, blood rushing to their faces. They frantically tried to formulate some coherent thoughts, to come up with words, any words, but the only thing in their minds was the recent memory—the taste still lingering on their tongues.

That, and registering the proximity of their bodies.

Big Mac tried to break the spell, to flee the scene before the next act, whatever it might bring, began.

But he was too late.

He had no chance to even avert his eyes because Fluttershy leaned forward and locked her lips with his.

Well, that wasn’t exactly how her action should be described. The passion was there, yet she practically bumped her mouth into that of Big Mac. The awkward contact lasted only as long as the heat of his blazing face naturally melted Fluttershy’s mouth into a proper kiss.

And then they locked their lips. However, it wasn’t meant to last forever.

With his body already beginning to shift away and further imbalanced by the unexpected coupling, Big Mac felt himself dangerously leaning. While he had no idea how to proceed with the unfolding events, falling to his side wasn’t in the plan.

Instead, he fell on Fluttershy.

In repositioning his body he had tried to take a hasty step, instead slipping on the rug. The first rule of visiting a pegasus’ home—don’t trust the floor or anything on it.

Big Mac’s broad chest ploughed forward, effortlessly pushing Fluttershy who clung to it with a yelp. She futilely flapped her wings as the stallion’s hooves loudly clopped trying to find solid ground on the treacherous alliance of wood and cloth.

When the pandemonium settled down, the pair found themselves on the couch, Fluttershy tightly pressed to it by his massive scarlet body, her escape routes denied by the columns of Big Mac’s thick front limbs towering from the soft pillows.

The two ponies were sweating profusely, but not only because their touching skin radiated unbearable heat.

Between their stomach areas, contracting like the bellows of a crazed smith, the iron rod of Big Mac Junior was sandwiched, ever hardening with each searing rub.

Blushing noticeably even under his red coat, the horrified stallion tried to pull away, but experienced a chilling sense of déjà vu—he couldn't.

Meekly but unwaveringly, Fluttershy held him by his yoke with her hoof.

Quite shocked, Big Mac met her eyes, the pleading, almost teary expression. But in the twinkling teal depths a fire burned, an insatiable flame spreading across her entire body.

For the second time that day, the slightly confused stallion capitulated to Fluttershy, relaxing on top of her.

As their bellies touched, she wrapped her hind legs around his waist, cementing the victory. The hoof tugging on Big Mac’s yoke refused to relent in its insistent pull and taking the hint, he answered Fluttershy’s demand for another kiss.

Fueled by purpose rather than chance, it possessed the anxiety of inexperience and lacked confidence. Blazing as it might be, the tender touch of Fluttershy’s delicate lips reminded Big Mac how fragile and vulnerable that pegasus was. Though his throbbing stallionhood required immediate vigorous action, he was afraid to do anything but softly caress her with the faintest of contacts.

Yet as their mouths barely skimmed off each other, the mare shuddered and quietly whinnied. A single heartbeat passed before her hoof, still clutching his yoke, twitched, trying to move the unmovable force. When her insistence proved ineffective she simply pulled herself closer, pressing her mouth against Big Mac’s wary lips with unexpected force and a muffled moan.

Though there was no depth of motive to her attempt to escalate the situation, she succeeded anyway. The sudden burst of passion reminded Big Mac how surprisingly incentive Fluttershy could be and what kind of appetite she had hidden inside from everypony.

Still, he held himself back… to a degree.

Trying to ignore the wetness gathering between their bodies that wasn’t only sweat anymore, he refused to part away from her needy mouth. However, he relented to its plea and once more his tongue parted Fluttershy’s lips.

Wide and hot it broke into her mouth without resistance to be instantly and eagerly met with its opponent.

Whatever expectations of meekness Big Mac had were instantly crushed by inequine dexterity and flexibility. While Fluttershy might not have the smoothest tongue when it came to talking, it was marvellous nonetheless—not like she needed to prove it after the performance she gave under the shadow of apple trees.

However, she wasn’t the only one who compensated for meagre declamatory skills with another application of their mouth—and showed to be a master of it.

Thus, it was a battle of equals.

Their saliva, mixed into a sweet lube, coated two tongues furiously dancing and rubbing inside their hot mouths, aiming to overcome each other. Every attempt was met with failure, yet none grieved that loss, only throwing themselves into the fight with more ardency and urgency.

Though Fluttershy no longer needed to be hanging from Big Mac, she still gripped him tightly with both of her hooves—and not by the indifferent wood of his yoke, but ruffling his damp from effort coat, stroking his mane.

The air, no longer a commodity, grew heavy with passion and was sharply inhaled with quick, almost annoyed, huffs. The throaty breaths came out of gasping mouths as warm humid moans whenever moist lips parted.

Very soon another sound joined the duet singing the steamy prelude—Big Mac’s reserved grunts.

Edged between burning and undulating bodies, his stallionhood practically screamed to be placed somewhere more warm, wet and tight. Big Mac could swear the mare underneath squirmed on purpose, rubbing her silky underbelly slick with his arousal against the sensitive tip. Each such movement, even though minuscule, drove him insane as it always ended prematurely, leaving behind nothing but a grand promise. Surrendering to the merciless teasing he couldn’t help but begin moving his hips back and forth slightly.

Big Mac’s seesawing of Fluttershy’s stomach grew wider and wider and he was suddenly met with a soft resistance on one slow swing. The leathery ring marking the middle of his length rubbed something equally engorged—the pegasus’ nipples.

A gasp escaped Fluttershy’s mouth as he flicked her teats’ tips without a moment of hesitation. Her hooves dug into his coat and a moment later she returned to assaulting Big Mac’s mouth with her tongue. The insatiable mare didn’t stop at that, however—she arched her back and, as much as her position allowed, rocked her body to and fro, prompting the stallion to continue.

Big Mac didn’t need to be asked twice.

The stallion’s hips became a clock pendulum, though instead of melodious chimes, his movements produced wet slaps as his taut apples met with Fluttershy’s crotch. The mare’s responses varied from soft whinnies to cries of passion whenever Big Mac’s gentle spanks coincided with her winking.

Her tail, barely able to dry itself in her retreat from the farm, was soaked again. The hind hooves of both ponies also glistened with splashes of her arousal, the base of Big Mac’s stallionhood as well. The slick love juice was carried forth to her puffy udders, rendering regular swings ever-widening and more frantic.

So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when at one point Big Mac’s lower body moved back far enough to let his entire pulsing and craving length hang in the air. Before his mind could comprehend how it would change the trajectory of his endowment, he rocked again.

Both ponies instantly stopped as his dewy head knocked on the leaky gates.

Save for the heaving of chests, neither pony moved a muscle. Their gazes interlocked anew, but where the half-lidded eyes of Fluttershy were full of blazing passion and restless anticipation in equal proportion, Big Mac’s expression gradually morphed into that of indecision. The fire of passion that lit them up mere heartbeats ago seemed to migrate to his coat, adding vibrancy to the deep scarlet.

This time it was not only the fear of giving the mare underneath more than she would be comfortable with—she was clearly eager to take on that challenge.

Though harbouring numerous and elaborate fantasies, at the end of the day Big Mac was a stallion whose life belonged to his family down to the last second. The only times he could let himself unwind and take a well-deserved rest were the fabled Apple Family reunions, and that kind of an event poorly contributed to the opportunity of having a happy time with some lucky mare.

The awkward pause came to the point where the hesitation caused him more and more embarrassment, resulting in a wicked feedback loop. And yet, between the two, Fluttershy seemed to be more crimson with overwhelming shame.

Biting her lip, she let her hoof drop from Big Mac’s massive and strained neck. Timid, it snaked down her body, unnoticed by the stallion until its tough tip gingerly touched the sensitive skin of his impatient ram awaiting an order to begin the siege. It twitched in response, pressing itself tightly to Fluttershy, almost in.

That reaction aside, Fluttershy might as well have prodded a statue.

A bead of sweat rolled from Big Mac’s forehead onto the cushion, but his attention was glued to Fluttershy’s face practically glowing with a profuse blush. Rendered speechless, she mouthed a single word:

“Please.”

Big Mac considered himself a stallion of stalwart will, but nopony could refuse the Element of Kindness’ plea. If she wasn’t so naively unaware of her profound influence, it could be called blatant cheating; a threat to civilization, even.

Fluttershy could only produce a single squeak before her body spasmed in wild ecstasy, back arching and hooves digging into Big Mac so desperately, he had to clench his teeth.

The stallion’s entrance was restrained yet unyielding, spreading the mare without mercy. With her eyes rolled back so only the whites were visible and her throat emanating a low barely audible croak, the pegasus trembled with pleasure so hard, she seemed to be about to pass out at any moment.

After what felt like an eternity (not like nopony minded), Big Mac stopped impaling the mare with his length—the leather ring on it touched Fluttershy and he decided to not push his luck with how much she could take.

A shuddering breath escaped his mouth—the writhing pegasus was fiercely inclined to crush him, her marehood constricting from novelty and pleasure. Big Mac’s endowment readily replied in that wordless language of fire, pulsing on its own.

However incredible that moment was, everything had to pass and ever so slowly Big Mac leaned back on his hooves, the glacial movement leaving behind void craving for hot flesh. The desolation was met with a low, almost disappointed whinny.

Before his length could be exposed to the chillness of evening, the stallion changed the direction, producing a yelp from the quivering mare in doing so. He wasn’t silent himself—from his mouth came a grunt of bliss mixed with a hiss as Fluttershy all but tore at his coat with her fervent hooves.

As Big Mac stretched Fluttershy to her limits, he embarked on the journey back. The fervid mare used the moment of aching anticipation to throw herself on his muzzle to grace it with a sloppy wild kiss.

She fell back to the cushions, moaning and convulsing when the insatiable emptiness inside her was dispelled, the salivating maw under her tail placated for a time being. The moment of fulfilment ended up being almost too short, yet the return of Big Mac came sooner as well, the relentless girth barely fitting.

Out of lustful curiosity, Fluttershy reached down with her hoof and felt it met with a soft bump under the skin of her stuffed insides. The inquisitive limb then went lower to take care of her teats, their nipples being constantly teased by the stallion’s coarse fur. The release of pent-up pleasure was celebrated with a sharp inhale when her hoof flicked the sensitive tips.

Yet Fluttershy’s gasps and content squelching of her marehood were drowned out by heavy breathing—the slow and precise movements began to take their toll on the massive stallion. His front limbs shook from exertion, the aching joints demanding respite.

Big Mac’s aim was to simply bend his hooves, but it never came true. Already precarious by the merit of its silky nature, and on top of that slick with his perspiration, the velour cushion offered him no purchase. The stallion became a victim to the insidious pegasus’ home anew.

Fluttershy echoed his strangled cry with a sonorous shriek as they both were caught in the whirlwind of his fall.

To his immense relief, Big Mac found himself intact a heartbeat later. At least it felt like that—his eyes had been screwed shut. Blinking them open, he was met with a rain of yellow feathers and for a moment his heart clenched. Then his mouth opened in surprise.

Fluttershy, her muzzle ablaze from being put in the spotlight, was on top of him, still skewered with his stallionhood.

Silence and stillness held reign, disrupted only by the winding down panting breaths of both ponies and occasional twitches of semi-unfurled ruffled wings. The owner of the feathery appendages was hiding behind her mane, her front hooves tightly pressed to her heaving chest.

Big Mac’s outstretched hoof moved the curtain of pink hair aside and the mare tried to shy away, but the stallion reached for her hot with embarrassment cheek, gently stroking it. Fluttershy took his hoof in hers, and met his eyes, finding them full of admiration and care.

She was slowly guided down, shuddering as that made Big Mac also move inside her, and was pulled into a kiss. Her frazzled mane cascaded down like a waterfall, casting their muzzles into a pastel twilight where two pairs of lips sensually caressed each other.

However, before the war of tongues could start anew, Fluttershy parted her mouth from Big Mac, straightening herself, her hooves firmly planted onto the wide stallion’s chest.

Biting her lip, she tentatively shook her hips.

The gentle rocking movement not only made Big Mac shift inside her, but regain its partially faded hardness, once again filling the tight recesses of her marehood. Fluttershy squeaked with a jolt, the tips of her hooves digging into the red coat, prompting the stallion to wrap his limbs around hers.

The silent support was enough to convince Fluttershy to continue, to rise and lower her lower body, each move accompanied by moans and yelps depending on the direction. Her nethers answered readily by catching on fire and at the same time trying to extinguish it; of course, only making things worse.

Soon enough, the mare’s motions lost their trepidation and gained confidence. As her hips began to pick up speed and swing, she broke eye contact, for her eyes began to roll back. Following the demands of her lungs, she was forced to open her mouth to pant, tongue lolling out of it.

Lost to the pleasure, she was barely aware of Big Mac melting into the cushions, grunting each time Fluttershy all but slammed herself down, riding his length with an intensity and passion he didn’t know a mare could possess.

The moans suddenly rose in pitch, with the stallion’s groans following suit, marking the start of the homestretch.

The unmistakable sounds and the overwhelming pleasure drove Fluttershy to a nearly feral state, the movements of her hips growing relentless, grinding the fervently pulsing and engorging hardness until it turned into steel with a powerful throb.

The mare howled when the stallionhood lodged deeply inside her flared itself, up taking every possible space. Then when she thought she had no more room left, Big Mac started to fill her up with his hot seed, still plenty even after their adventure in the orchard.

Her legs shook in response and she clenched around the stallion, producing a whinny from him. The stream of her climax became mixed up with Big Mac’s love juices, dripping onto the poor couch.

Fluttershy fell on his chest, resting her cheek against the cold wood of the yoke only for it to suddenly be yanked from under her. With a clutter, it landed somewhere behind the couch and a pair of strong hooves brought her closer to a panting mouth for a kiss, exhausted but not devoid of affection. Wrapping her hooves around the stallion, she snuggled into his chest with a contented sigh.

Rainbow’s eyes shot open—somepony had called for her.

She whipped her head around, but only the ephemeral presence of the furtive nocturnal critters could be more sensed than seen in the crepuscule that claimed Fluttershy’s cottage. From inside of it only the gentle snoring of two happy ponies whispered. Their relaxed into each forms were bathed by moonlight, where the shameless pegasus peeked into the window again.

Yet she was sure her name was just uttered and nearly jumped as the night’s silence was cut by a bitter question:

“Where is she when we need her the most?”

The posh accent betrayed it belonging to Rarity.

Rainbow’s just woken from slumber brain futilely trying to comprehend the reason for the seamstress to be at Fluttershy’s past midnight—not that her presence was justified. To further confuse her, another voice joined the conversation, Twilight whispering in concern:

“Maybe we shouldn’t wake up Fluttershy?”

That suggestion was instantly met with Applebloom speaking worriedly, “But we’ve looked everywhere!”

“She would understand,” came Pinkie’s dejected comment—the alien quality to her tone, worrying by itself.

Sighing despondently, Twilight joined the conversation again, “We do need a pair of eyes in the sky.”

“And we have no time to lose!” said Applejack. “I’ll kill him for making all of us worry!”

Judging by the clop of her hoof on wood and the creak of hinges, the agitated sister didn’t bother to knock on the door.

The pieces of the puzzle finally clicked in Rainbow’s head and she realized that right now, during the moment of stunned silence, it was her chance to escape unnoticed.

Panicked birds joined her retreat into the dark sky as an enraged yell ripped the night’s peace to pieces.

“What in tarnation!?”

Author's Note

If you notice any mistakes sneaked in through the editing, let me know.

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