Big Macintosh was a simple stallion. He had three desires: the completion of his work; the satisfaction of providing for his loving family and marefriend; and getting a nice, fat, slobbery blowjob from the aforementioned marefriend.
Sugar Belle was more than happy to deliver on that front. The instant a tired and sweat-slicked Big Mac had shuffled into the barn, Sugar Belle was waiting for him.
“Surprise,” she purred, the mare laying on her side atop a haybale, one hoof propping her head up as she gazed at her stallion with lidded eyes. Big Mac stopped in his tracks, eyes wide.
“Sugar Belle? The hay are—”
Sugar Belle raised her free hoof and Big Mac fell silent. “What, aren’t you happy to see me?” she teased.
“‘Course I am,” Big Mac said, walking into the barn, smiling at Sugar Belle. “I just wasn’t expectin’ it, is all; usually y’all have the good sense to wait for me inside the house while I finish up my work.”
“Yeah, but I couldn’t wait today,” Sugar Belle said, fluttering her eyelashes. Big Mac smirked and sauntered up beside his marefriend, giving her a small kiss on the cheek.
“Well, I ain’t got much of a problem with that,” Big Mac said. Sugar Belle raised a hoof to feel Mac’s powerfully muscled side. Mac flopped himself down against the haybale, forelegs resting on its sides while he let his hindlegs splay openly, giving Sugar Belle a perfect view of his sheath. His plump balls rested against the floor of the barn, gleaming with the dampness accrued from his hard work.
Sugar Belle wasted no time, and slithering like a serpent she slipped off the haybale and positioned her head between Big Mac’s thighs, nuzzling his sheath with the side of her muzzle. Big Mac lifted one of his large hooves, gently pressing Sugar Belle’s face against him.
Sugar Belle let out a heavy exhale, Big Mac’s heady scent filling her head. His sheath gave an enthusiastic twitch, and soon his massive cockhead was beginning to push itself on outward. Her mouth popped open slightly, eyes wide and fixated on the emerging member. A strand of saliva leaked at the edge of her mouth for a moment before she plunged her head downard, not even waiting for Mac to fully finish hardening.
Big Macintosh let out a surprised yelp, his erection hardening to its full, throbbing, powerful, battering ram force, hard-as-steel size in a matter of moments. And I do mean moments.
“Ah!” Sugar Belle squealed, clutching her eye with a hoof as she was thrust back by nearly a foot.
Big Mac cringed. “Sorry! Aw, dammit.”
“Eager, aren’t we?” Sugar Belle stuck her tongue out playfully, but her eye was clearly watering beneath her hoof.
A sheepish grin cross Big Mac’s muzzle. “Again, ‘m sorry.”
“I’ll just have to do you one better, won’t I?” Sugar Belle purred huskily. Licking her lips with the vigor of a filthy bathorse predating a rotten mango, she gently clasped the bottom of Big Mac’s cock between her hooves. This exposed her eye, which was more than a little bloodshot.
Big Mac shivered. Sugar Belle tried to give him a comforting look, but what with the eye and all, this did not do much to assuage Big Mac’s unease.
“Maybe just uh, keep yer head down?” he said, focusing on the wooden ceiling beam above him.
“That’s probably for the best,” Sugar Belle agreed. “Besides, I should be keeping my head down for a whole different reason, as well.”
With a little smirk, she closed her eyes, and wrapped her mouth around Big Mac’s head, sinking down. But instead of that scrumptious, thick, pulsing mast of turgid meat, she was greeted with a deflated damp worm.
“Pleh.” The limp cock slipped from her mouth and feebly drooled a small bit of pre across her chin. “Aw, really?”
“I’m sorry! That eye thing is really bad.”
“You’re the one who did this to me!” Sugar Belle tightened her hooves around the base of Big Mac’s cock as her lip curled for just a moment. Big Mac yelped, and she immediately loosened her grasp. “Yikes! Sorry!”
“M-Maybe we should just—” Big Mac began, but Sugar Belle shushed him.
“No, I got this. Let me show you why they used to call me ‘Sucker Belle’ back in Our Town.”
“Wait, who—” Big Mac’s eyes went wider than should be physically possible, and indeed, his eyeballs bulged slightly from the sockets as he felt Sugar Belle plunge the entirety of his flaccid penis into her mouth. With the force of a thousand vacuum cleaners on cocaine, she put every single ounce of her mortal energy into sucking Big Macintosh’s cock. Her throat flexed; her cheeks flattened; Big Mac let out a feral whinny as his cock slid down into his marefriend’s throat, forming a visible bulge as the slippery stallion sausage slithered southward to her stomach.
Pop!
Sugar Belle furrowed her brow. The cock was nearly down into her belly, poised just above her cardiac orifice, but she did not feel the usual slightly bulbed, pulsating heft of Big Mac’s cockhead against it, threatening to burst through into her defenseless stomach at any moment; she instead felt two round, slightly oblong protrusions bulging uncomfortably against the aperture. Big Mac also appeared to be in either the most intense ecstasy or utmost agony; his gaped jaw, stretched facial muscles, and bulging eyes made it difficult to place exactly what he was feeling, no sound escaping from his mouth.
Sugar Belle furrowed her brow further. Swallowing once, she noticed how the bulges seemed to shift and twist around in her throat, as if not fully tethered in place. So it definitely wasn’t his cockhead...
A raspy, tortured whine began to emanate from Big Mac’s gaped face-hole, the stallion quaking in agony; in addition, his eyes appeared to be beginning to sink back into his head as oppose to bulge.
‘Right, definitely pain.’ Test concluded, Sugar Belle regurgitated the dick. Big Mac let out another apocalyptic howl as his cock slapped against the floor of the barn, and it now became quite apparent as to why.
Two wrinkled, greyish-pink orbs were hanging out of the end of the stallion’s member; they pulsated slightly every few moments--strangely enough, almost in time with the throbbing of Sugar Belle’s swollen eye.
“Are those your testicles?” Sugar Belle asked slowly.
Big Mac continued to howl in pain.
“Okay, okay, calm down; I’ll just pop them back in—” Sugar Belle pushed her hoof gently against one of Big Mac’s plump, exposed testes, and the stallion arched himself backwards so that his spine formed a perfect inverse “U”, his agonized squeals pitching upward by several octaves.
“Alright, suppose that’s not gonna work.” Sugar Belle tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I mean, actually... it completely would if you would just hold still—”
Big Macintosh thrashed and clawed at his face with his hooves.
Sugar Belle took a deep breath. “Alright. You’re not gonna like this, but it has to be done. I’m gonna give it one more try, okay? Just... push really firm, and quick, and it’ll all be over in a second.”
Even if Big Mac could protest, Sugar Belle didn’t leave him any time to. Quick as a ~~dick~~ ~~clit~~ ~~anus~~ whip, she jammed her hooves at his exposed nuts. Big Mac gave an involuntary jerk, and Sugar Belle’s hooves aimed slightly too high.
The noise Big Mac unleashed from his throat was indescribable itself, but if I had to make an attempt, I would likely place it as some unholy combination of a landslide and a paper shredder. The force from Sugar Belle’s misaimed thrust managed to yank on the poor stallion’s seed canisters even more than they already had been. In addition—
Pop! Pop!
Big Mac fell over, no longer able to make any more noise to adequately express his agony.
“Okay, that didn’t work either. Hrm...” Sugar Belle tapped her chin thoughtfully while Big Mac contorted and writhed like a half-crushed beetle. “I’ve got it! Since this ended up happening because I sucked too hard...” A grin of dawning comprehension spread across her face. “But of course!”
Sugar Belle heaved in a deep breath, and attached her mouth around Big Mac’s distended testicles and flare like she was about to take the fattest slonk off a bong that you ever did see. And with the force of a blown tire, she let all that air out against Big Mac’s balls.
To Sugar Belle’s credit, Big Mac’s testes did make some leeway back into their proper place. However, as previously mentioned, Big Macintosh’s length was nothing to crack an ass at; twenty-two and a half inches (that’s 57.15 centimeters for the geographically impaired out in the audience) of stallion meat was quite the journey for testes the size of oranges to make back down a narrow urethra. Still, this literal blowjob she’d given had pushed her stallion’s nuts back down to about the medial ring. The cock shuddered and constricted slightly around the massive bulge; Big Mac emanated a squeal so high pitched that Winona (as well as every other dog, bird, and some species of cricket) sustained permanent hearing damage.
Sugar Belle wasn’t the type of mare to give up, much to Big Mac’s dismay. With a few more puffs from her, and a few more wildlife-destroying trills from him, Sugar Belle was able to pulls her lips from Big Mac’s flare and smile.
“There! Snug back in the scrote.”
“That’s dandy,” Big Mac croaked. “But there’s still one tiny problem.” He turned his head to her, his eye sockets still conspicuously empty.
Sugar Belle cringed so hard she slightly displaced one of her ribs. “Eugh! Ow. Well, one more blow should do the trick.”
“Wait, I don’t think that’s—”
Pop! Pop! Pop!
She’d really outdone herself this time; it seemed the two previous blows were merely warm-ups for Sugar Belle, for when she delivered this mighty burst of air into Big Mac’s peehole, the resulting pressure not only forced his still-loose testes to pop out of his eye sockets, but also allowed his prostate, barely holding on by the thinnest thread, to come rocketing out of his once-puckered-but-now-gaping asshole.
Sugar Belle blushed, truly embarrassed by her faux pas. “Whoops.”
Big Mac’s pain had transcended description, as well as most aspects of time and space. It transmuted into raw energy, shooting a burst of gamma radiation through space directly at a small planet third from its star in an arm of the nearby Milky Way Galaxy. But that’s a story for another time...
“Wait a second,” Sugar Belle said, frowning slightly. “I coulda sworn I popped your nuts back into place just fine! Look, your sack is all bulged out just like before this whole... event happened.”
It was at this point she noticed the small trickle of clear fluid from the end of Big Mac’s cock. Was that... pre? Was he actually getting off on this?
‘Could just be my spit, but only one way to tell.’ Sugar Belle leaned over her writhing companion and experimentally extended her eating extremity to get a lil’ taste of just what was dribbling from the end of that dick. Upon tasting its watery, but undeniably salty composition, it all made sense.
“They’re tears!” she exclaimed happily to Big Mac, whose testicles flopped about his face as he beat his hooves so hard against the floor the whole barn shook. “Your eyes must be in your scrotum!”
The support beam above them splintered, and crashed beside them, flattening the stacks of hay bales. Sugar Belle yelped and jumped to the side, hoof sideswiping Big Mac’s balls as she tumbled over his head.
“Guess we should just see a doctor,” Sugar Belle groaned, coughing up a clump of straw.
Big Mac whimpered.
”By Celestia’s ingrown teat hairs, this is one of the most intense cases of spousal abuse I’ve ever seen!” Doctor Horse yelped.
”What?” Sugar Belle glanced at her reflection in the linoleum, catching sight of her black eye. “Oh fuck, no! This was an accident!” She looked back at Big Mac. “All of this!”
Doctor Horse merely gave them a sly wink. “Ah yes, trying to keep things civil in public; don’t mind me. We’ve doctor patient confidentiality anyway, so long as the wheel is greased...”
He curled his hoof awkwardly in on itself a few times, the universal equine sign for extortion.
Sugar Belle stared at him in disbelief.
Doctor Horse cleared his throat. ”Need I remind you I’m the only doctor in town besides the pediatrician and the zebra homeopathist?” The way he said “zebra” suggested he wanted to use an entirely different word to describe Zecora.
Sugar Belle sighed and pulled out her coin purse, counting them out onto her hoof for a moment before a pale blue aura snatched up both coin and purse in their entirety.
Doctor Horse chuckled, slipping the coin purse into one of his lab coat pockets. “Ah yes, another win for the little guy thanks to market capitalism.”
Sugar Belle scowled. “‘Little guy’? You make five hundred thousand bits a year!”
“Let’s not get caught up in petty semantics.” Turning to Big Mac, Doctor Horse levitated up a plunger, a circular saw, and a melon baller.
“Alright, let’s get to work on that ball situation of yours!”
“What’s goin’ on?” Big Mac asked. “I can’t see.”
“That’s probably for the best,” Sugar Belle said, but her voice was drowned out by the screech of the saw blade.
