Big Mac's Seduction

Trunks

It was Thursday morning, and things were a buzz at the Apple Family’s house. Everyone was packing their bags, eager for their trip to visit their relatives the Strawberries. It was an annual vacation and even though they were only distantly related – something about being Granny Smith’s 2nd cousin – the families got along great. The best part was the location. Because of how much water strawberries need to grow, the Strawberry Family lived at the junction of a river and lake, and had the best swimming holes you could ever imagine. It’s seemed that swimming was what everyone did for fun around there and was half the reason for going. Applejack spearheaded the packing efforts, reading off the list of items to bring and only moving on when everyone had everything.

Finally she reached the end with the most important item. “Swimsuits!” she called out, “I’ve got mine.” After a bit of rummaging both Apple Bloom and Granny Smith yelled back saying they had found theirs. Big Mac poked through the drawers in his dresser trying to remember where he has last seen or used his swim-trunks. Come to think of it, the last time he had worn them was when they were with the Strawberries last year. Finally he spotted them at the bottom of his miscellaneous drawer. The time had not been good to them and they almost seemed to fall apart at the seams as he picked them up.

Still waiting Applejack started walking down the hall to his room. “Big Mac, you find yours?”

“Um, sort of,” he answered. He got up and walked to his door to show them the unfortunate garment. Granny Smith and Applejack both gave worried groans while Apple Bloom was less subtle.

“What are you going to swim in now?” she asked.

“Maybe you could borrow a pair when we get there,” Applejack offered.

“Wearing another ponies clothes? That’s nasty!” said a disgusted Apple Bloom.

“You get my hand-me-downs all the time and it doesn’t bother you,” Applejack responded.

“But swim-stuff is like underwear. And wearing someone else’s underwear is just gross!”

“Never bothered me when I was a kid,” said Granny Smith, almost sounding proud about it.

“Eeew!” exclaimed Apple Bloom while Applejack and Big Mac shuttered. One thing about Granny Smith was she told it like it was, regardless if anyone wanted to hear.

Just as she usually did, Applejack already had a suggestion. “I know Big Mac, you should go see Rarity. I bet she’d be able to whip you up some new trunks lickity-split.”

“Doesn’t she just make dresses?” asked Apple Bloom.

“Mostly,” answered Applejack, “But she does a little of everything.” She turned back to Big Mac, “Just be sure you tell her what you want. Rarity can go a little bit overboard on clothes sometimes.”

The walk to Ponyville was uneventful but a bit dusty on the farms dirt road. The wind was picking up, rustling the trees and tossing Big Mac’s hair. It didn’t really bother him but he hoped the weather would hold out for when they had to get to the train station tomorrow morning. On his way to Rarity’s shop he passed the spa. It had barely been more than a week since he went in for his injured shoulder and had gotten jumped by the spa triplets. He suddenly got a worried look on his face; Rarity and Fluttershy went to the spa every Wednesday, which meant that Rarity was there yesterday. Big Mac really hoped that the spa triplets had a sense of confidentiality and didn’t tell anyone, it might damage the good reputation of his family. Big Mac walked by on the other side of the street without even looking in.

At last he came to the shop, Carousel Boutique. From what Applejack had said about getting outfits from Rarity in the past, he didn’t think he was going to enjoy this. It sounded like taking ten minutes to try on and outfit with a lot of accessories, only for Rarity to find something wrong with it and start the whole process over again. But, a whole weekend of swimming with the family outweighed an hour or so of trying on outfits.

Big Mac knocked on the door before letting himself in. Inside Rarity was seemly working on two different dresses at once, each over a wire-frame mannequin. She was wearing a white button-down shirt with a knee-length black skirt and black stockings; she also had her work glasses on. All the windows open to air out the shop after being locked up and stuffy all night, the curtains fluttering in the wind which seemed to be picking up. Everywhere he looked there were dresses and outfits of all shapes and sizes. Big Mac couldn’t help but think that he wouldn’t want to be caught dead in one of them. Rarity stopped when she heard the bell ring above her door as it opened. “Oh, Big Mac. I wasn’t expecting to see you today. I’m so glad to hear that your shoulder is feeling better.”

“Eeyup. Um, look; I need a new pair of swim-trunks for our trip tomorrow, and AJ told me you would be the one to see.”

Rarity’s face lit up, “Oh! I have just the thing!” Using her magic, she pulled open a drawer and dug out a tiny neon-green speedo. It was what Big Mac didn’t want to see. “With your physique, this should be…”

“Nope!” Big Mac cut her off. Rarity was taken aback a little; she had never heard Big Mac object so much. “Look,” he said, “I’m looking for something more like boxers or shorts. You know what I mean?”

Still a little surprised by his quick rejection, Rarity put the speedo away. “Sorry, I guess I jumped to conclusions. I do have several other options that you might like.” She pulled out a dozen pairs of more acceptable swim-trunks. “Why don’t you try some on and we’ll see what works. If you find one you like I can tailor it to make sure it is a perfect fit before you leave.”

She handed him the first pair and motioned to a changing rooms. Big Mac thought the term “rooms” was used a bit loosely as it was more or less a corner with some dividers and benches against the wall with curtains rather than doors. Big Mac changed quickly, particularly between taking his underwear off and putting the trunks on. He then stepped out at Rarity’s request – it was after all her work – to let her see how they looked and fit. She had him go through a whole routine of turning around, sticking his arms out, turning around again and probing him with questions like how did it feel, was the waist too tight, or if one color in the pattern should be changed out. The process then started to repeat itself. Big Mac really liked the third pair, but Rarity insisted that he try on the remaining nine. Big Mac stated to understand why Applejack didn’t like shopping with Rarity.

Changing out of the fifth pair, Big Mac had half a mind to tell Rarity that enough was enough and he was getting the ones he already found. He wanted to get back to the farm and finish getting ready to leave. Suddenly there was a huge gust from outside. The curtains blew almost parallel to the floor and several dresses fell off the wall. Before Big Mac could react, the curtain of his changing room was forced to one side by the wind. He looked up wide eyed and saw a shocked and blushing Rarity looking at him, her hand clapped over her mouth. They stood in silence for a second before Big Mac pulled the curtain shut again.

“I’m so sorry!” exclaimed Rarity as she used her magic to shut all the windows at once. By the sound of her voice Big Mac could tell that she was embarrassed too; he knew he would be after accidentally seeing another pony naked.

“Eh, it’s not your fault,” he tried to reassure her as he pulled on the next pair of trunks, “Maybe when we get back, Applejack and I can help you put in some of those sliding closet doors so this doesn’t happen again.”

“Oh, if you could that would be great.” From inside the changing room he could hear her cleaning up the shop, “This isn’t the first time this has happened with a client.”

When he stepped out to model the rest of the trunks, she acted as if nothing had even happened. That made Big Mac feel a bit more relaxed. As he shut the curtain to change out of the last set, he couldn’t help but think that Rarity was truly professional about this kind of thing, even if she was overly concerned about what he was going to look like when he would just be spending time with his family.

Without warning, Rarity pulled the curtain to the dressing room open. Big Mac had just taken of his trunks and was completely naked. Rarity stepped towards him with a purposeful look in her eyes, magically shutting the curtain behind her. “Rarity! What are you…” She grabbed his head and silenced him with a forceful kiss, her tongue finding its way past his lips. Big Mac grunted into the kiss as she pushed him down onto the bench and straddled him.

After a few seconds, Rarity let up. “Sorry Big Mac. I’ve been so pent up for the last few days and my vibrator just isn’t cutting it. I need this!” She reached down between them and grabbed his black hardening manhood. Big Mac gasped and tensed as she did. Rarity giggled and started stroking it, taking note of its size and how it had a nice fleshy ring in the middle of the shaft. “Don’t worry, I think you’ll enjoy it too.” Big Mac’s eyes were clenched shut in disbelief; how could this be happening again?

Reaching behind her and putting her hands on Big Mac’s knees, Rarity leaned back. Using her magic she undid her shirt as easily as he would pull down a zipper and then neatly hung it up on a spare hanger in the dressing room. She was wearing a lacy black bra and while she wasn’t as gifted as the spa triplets, her breasts were still good handfuls. “You’re lucky,” she said as she stood up off of him, “This is the first time I’ve done this for a walk in client.” She unhooked her bra with her hands and she used her magic to unzip her skirt and pull it down with her matching black panties, now standing naked with the exception of her stockings. Again, she neatly hung the rest of her clothing up on hangers as only Rarity would think to do in this kind of situation.

Rarity straddled him again but stayed more upright this time. Gently grabbing the back of his head and chin, she brought his mouth close to her pink nipples. “Lick them,” she said in a soft but stern voice. Big Mac slowly took one in his hand; Rarity’s breasts were firm and pert. Hesitantly, he leaned in and ran is tongue up the length of her areola and over the nipple. Rarity tensed and dug her fingernails into the back of his neck. He swirled his tongue around her hardening nipple as she arched her head back and moaned in pleasure. After a few more seconds of this he moved over to her other breast and repeated his technique. It didn’t even occur to Big Mac what he was doing; he was so lost in the feel of her skin and breasts.

Big Mac gently took one of Rarity’s nipples in his teeth and rocked his jaw from side to side, twisting her nipple a little as he did. Rarity pulled her head back up and groaned, “Ooooh! That feels so good!” She felt behind her and found Big Mac’s cock now fully erect. Big Mac gasped a little as she grabbed it and then went on to squeeze her other nipple in his teeth. While he did, Rarity pushed his manhood between her firm butt cheeks and began to slide back and forth on it. It was getting hard for Big Mac to concentrate on what he was doing. Big Mac sucked hard on her breast and then pulled his head back releasing her nipple with a wet pop. Taking a second to catch his breath, Rarity saw it was time for the next step. “You like it, don’t you Big Mac?” she said smugly. Big Mac didn’t answer; he knew he couldn’t lie to her.

Grabbing Big Mac’s shoulders for stability, she stood up on the bench, giving Big Mac a close-up view of her womanhood. She was pink, just like the spa triplets, with a small bright purple patch of hair just above her pussy. She was already wet. Rarity grinned down at him, “Alright Big Mac, eat my pussy.”

“Rarity, we really shouldn’t,” he protested, “If someone found out it could…”

He didn’t have a chance to finish before Rarity pushed her pussy against his mouth, his eyes opening wide. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to taste my pussy?” said Rarity and she started rocking her hips back and forth to get him stated. Big Mac gave in; he rasped his tongue between her labia, Rarity letting out a satisfied “Yesss…” Rarity was hot and slick, and the flesh of her pussy was supple and easily gave way to the force of his tongue. She became even wetter, though Big Mac couldn’t tell it was from her or his saliva. Her juice had a certain spice to it; it was tangy with a bit of sweetness. On one hand, he was surprised with his own skill, having never done oral before. But at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to resist; it was if he had no will at all.

“Lick my clit,” Rarity ordered and she pulled back a little. Big Mac looked at the glistening bump at the front of her pussy before running the length of his tongue over it. Rarity’s knees buckled some and she stuck one arm out against the wall to help her balance while grabbing her chest with her other hand at how good it felt. Big Mac started to use the end of his tongue to flick her pearl, making her groan even louder. After doing this a few times, he grabbed it between his lips and pinched it softly. Rarity shuttered and grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. They gazed into each other’s eyes for a second, both breathing heavily.

Rarity got down off the bench and snuggled up to Big Mac again. “You’re really good at that you know,” Rarity chuckled. “Maybe you should quit working the farm and become a gigolo.” Big Mac looked away, it was bad enough he had let Rarity so easily seduce him, and now she was teasing him. “Anyway, let’s get back to business,” she said stroking his cock. That got his attention and he again tensed up. Rarity spread her legs and rubbed the head of his cock against her wet pussy lips, getting it ready to slide into her. “I haven’t had a cock in weeks. Oh, I’m going to enjoy this.” The anticipation was killing him; why couldn’t she be like the girls who went down on him at the farm and just fuck already? At last she lowered her hips and he felt a ring of fire slide down his cock. Rarity moaned loudly, her tongue lolled out one side of her mouth. She continued to slide down him until her pussy lips reached the ring in the center of his cock. Rarity stopped to catch her breath for a minute.

“Scoot back a little,” Rarity ordered. Without thinking, Big Mac did as he was told while Rarity scotched forward to get better purchase on the bench. Putting her hands on his shoulders to help her get going, Rarity started to bounce up and down on him. Big Mac placed his hands on her waist to help out as best he could. Rarity slid her arms around his neck and pulled her head alongside his. “Oh, I’ve never had a stallion that was this big before. You're stretching me out so much, I don’t think I can go very long.” Rarity continued to ride him for a few more minutes, all the while repeating the phrases “Yesss…” “It’s so good,” and “Fuck me,” into his ear.

Rarity came, moaning loudly and clamping down on him, causing a small trickle of her juice to run down the underside of his cock to his balls. Big Mac gathered his resolve and held back his orgasm. His tryst with the spa triplets without protection was uncertain enough, and he didn’t want to get one of his sister’s best friends pregnant. “You didn’t come?” Rarity panted.

“Nope.”

“Well, I can fix that,” Rarity slid off him, his cock, still slick with her juices put up little resistance. She grabbed his wrists and pulled him off the bench. “Sit on the ground,” she sounded as if she was taking to Sweetie Belle. Big Mac only partially cushioned his fall, he couldn’t believe his idea failed so badly. Rarity turned around, stuck her ass out and spread her cheeks, “Lick my ass.”

“What? You mean you want to…”

“You’ve never done anal?” asked Rarity as she slipped her middle finger into her anus. “Perfect. It’s sure-fire to make a guy who’s a virgin to it blow his load. But you’re so big, I need some lubrication and get loosened up. Put that wonderful tongue of yours to work.” Rarity moved towards him as she pulled out her finger. Big Mac grabbed Rarity’s hips and slowly ran the tip of his tongue over her anus. Rarity bit her lip and giggled out her nose, pleased at what he was doing. Big Mac had expected it to be disgusting, but Rarity’s ass was perfectly clean. It could have been that the scent from her still soaked pussy was just covering things up.

Big Mac began to trace the outside of her anus with his tongue, Rarity’s eyes rolled back in her head and she drooled a little. “Push your tongue in,” She asked, “Curl it up a little if you have to.” Big Mac formed his tongue into a U shape along its length and pressed it against the center of her anus, forcing it open a little. Rarity grunted in ecstasy and pulled his face against her ass using his hair. Big Mac clenched his eyes shut and forced his tongue deeper, hoping Rarity would be satisfied and let up.

And let up she did. Rarity let go of his hair and moved her hips forward. She looked back at him with a wicked smile, “I’m ready now. Sit down on the bench.” Big Mac pulled himself back up onto the bench. Rarity backed up until her ass was pressed against him. She took his cock and rubbed it against her pussy for some extra lubrication. She then stood up tall, leaned forward and using one hand pulled her left butt-cheek to the side while guiding his cock to her anus with the other. “It’s going to be tight,” she warned as she pressed his head against her opening.

Rarity then started to sit down on it. She firmly held onto his cock, knowing it would otherwise slip away. Big Mac clenched his teeth and Rarity bit her lip as the tip of his cock started to spread her. Just as the head of his cock reached the half-way point, the rest suddenly slipped in. Big Mac grunted and threw his head back while Rarity’s eyes shot wide and her mouth fell open. It seemed that Rarity wanted to scream, but Big Mac was so big she could only manage short whiny gasps. Rarity regained her composure and tried to slide down further.

She only managed another two inches before it looked like her legs were going to give out. “Big Mac! Help me!” she cried. Big Mac reached down and grabbed the bottoms of her thighs and lifted her legs up. She fell back against him and reflexively put her arms behind his head. He then started lifting her up and letting her fall back down on his cock; a feat of strength that would be difficult for any normal colt, but not Big Mac. Rarity cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her cunny-honey leaking out of her and running down to Big Mac’s cock. Big Mac grunted every time he let Rarity sink back down on his cock, even the few virgins he had jump him on the farm didn’t feel this tight.

At last, neither one could take any more. Big Mac lifted Rarity up one last time and then let her fall harder than before. Rarity screamed as she climaxed, her juices gushing out and soaking Big Mac’s balls. Big Mac squeezed her thighs as he shot his hot spunk deep into her ass. When he was finished, he slowly lifted her all the way off his cock, which her ass continued to squeeze. He set Rarity back down on his lap, some of his spunk flowing out of her ass onto the base of his cock and balls. They both panted, neither one of them expected it to be that intense. Rarity nuzzled his cheek, “That was amazing, darling.” Big Mac didn’t know if he should feel good or ashamed of himself for what just happened.

“So, you liked the third pair? They’re yours. There’s a restroom next to the register where you can wash up. I need to go take a bath so just let yourself out. Do come by again soon, even if you’re not putting in those sliding doors.” Rarity got off of him and took the hangers with her clothes on them, magically opening the curtain to the changing room. As she walked away, trickles of juice and spunk ran down her legs and stockings from her pussy and ass.

Big Mac wiped himself clean using some towels in the restroom before putting on his clothes. Taking the pair of trunks he liked, he walked out the front door noticing that Rarity had switched the “Open” sign to “Closed” before she walked in on him.

When he got home, Applejack greeted him in her normal upbeat tone.” Howdy, Big Mac! Rarity must have had plenty of trunks lying around, you’ve been gone almost three hours.”

“Eeyup,” answered Big Mac, hoping she wouldn’t want him to go into more detail.

“Well the rest of us are all packed up. Go on and finish so you can help us with the last few things we have to do, alright?”

Big Mac nodded and went upstairs to his room. He finished packing his bag, putting his new trunks at the bottom for now, out of sight, but not out of mind.