Big Mac's Seduction

Delivery

Inspired by Lil’-Miss-Jay

It was Monday, two weeks since the Apple Family’s trip. Everyone had had a great time and Big Mac was able to forget about what had happened with the spa triplets and Rarity. Now he and Applejack were out apple-bucking, making up for lost time. It was about mid-day and the sun beat down relentlessly, despite the shade offered by the trees. Fortunately, it was about time for lunch, and both Applejack and Big Mac were ready for a break.

Off from the direction of the road they heard a muffled clunk followed by someone shouting in pain. Big Mac and Applejack looked at each other, set down their baskets and hurried off in the direction of the noise. They hopped the waist-high cobblestone fence between the trees and the dirt road to find a pony siting in the dirt rubbing his lower leg. It was obvious from his blue uniform and the cart he was pulling he was a delivery pony.

“What happened mister?” asked Applejack, “What’s wrong?”

“I was on my way to Ponyville,” the colt grunted in pain. “This is a delivery of flour and sugar for the Cake’s. But I stepped in that rut and tripped. I think I’ve twisted my ankle.”

“Here,” said Applejack walking over to him, “We’ll get you taken care of.” Applejack and Big Mac lifted him up and set him on the back of the cart. They worked together to pull him and his delivery to Ponyville Hospital. Applejack went in to get someone to take care of him while Big Mac waited outside.

The delivery pony tapped Big Mac on the shoulder, “Hey, buddy,” he said with a Brooklyn accent, “Could you please get this to the Cake’s? They're good friends of mine and I’d hate to let them down.”

“Eeyup.”

“Thanks. Tell ‘em Express sent ya. If ya want, I can split the pay with ya?”

“Don’t worry about it,” replied Big Mac. Applejack returned shortly with two nurses who brought a wheelchair out with them. Express hobbled into wheelchair with the assistance of the nurses while Big Mac explained the plan to Applejack.

“Alright then. I’ll see you back at the farm. I’m sure the Cakes will treat you to lunch,” said Applejack, “Say high to Pinkie for me.”

Big Mac nodded and they parted ways, Applejack heading back to the farm and Big Mac going to Sugar Cube Corner. He pulled the cart up to the front and knocked on the front door. Mr. Cake answered, “Hello Big Mac, I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“I have a delivery for you.”

“Alright?” said Mr. Cake looking at the cart a little confused. “Where’s Express?”

“He hurt his ankle back by the farm. AJ and I just dropped him off at the hospital.”

“We’ll I hope he’ll be alright, I’ll have to go see him later. Nice of you to bring this by anyway. Would you mind bringing it around to the back?” asked Mr. Cake.

“Eeyup.” And in no time flat, Big Mac had the cart behind the shop and was helping Mr. Cake unload it into the kitchen. Before he could walk back out to grab a second bag he was stopped by Mrs. Cake who offered him some croissants and a cup of coffee.

“Carrot Cake told me what happened, thank you so much dearie. Here, on the house.”

Big Mac nodded in appreciation and ate quickly so he could help Mr. Cake finish unloading. After getting all of the bags in, he assisted in placing them up on the shelves. When they were about finished, he and the Cake’s noticed Pinkie Pie darting around the kitchen and rummaging through some of the drawers and cupboards searching for something with a serious look on her face. Big Mac and the Cakes looked at each other before Mrs. Cake asked the obvious question, “Um, Pinkie, what are you doing? You’re supposed to be watching the twins.”

Pinkie looked over at them and her face lit up, “Oh! Hi Big Mac!” Big Mac gave a small wave. Pinkie became more serious again, “The twins and I are playing hide and seek. They hid, so I’m seeking.” She started going through the kitchen again, “I’ve already checked everywhere upstairs, even my super-duper decoy hiding spot in the top of the closet I told them about.”

“Why would you tell them about a great hiding spot?” asked Mr. Cake.

“So they would hide there and I could find them. Duh.” Big Mac and the Cakes looked at each other again and shrugged. Big Mac and Mr. Cake finished the stacking as Pinkie continued to search. Suddenly, Pinkie stood up and started looking around, her ears flapping wildly. “Ear flop? But there’s nothing around that could make a mess.” Everyone else took notice and stared looking around as well.

In an instant, the sprayer nozzle to the sink animated and shot a torrent of water at Big Mac. It hit him before he had time to react and drenched him from head to hoof. He, Pinkie and the Cakes were so surprised that they didn’t notice the fluttering sound approaching the shelves behind him. Using the momentum from his flying charge, Pound Cake knocked one of the newly placed bags of flour open, causing it to pour down onto Big Mac’s head. The flour and water turned into a thick dough the instant they hit each other. Pumpkin Cake pushed open one of the cupboards under the sink where she had been hiding and rolled out on the floor laughing, still holding the sprayer nozzle with her magic. Her brother glided down to join her, both rolling around on the floor and laughing so much it seemed they were about to cry.

No one else seemed to think it was funny, though. Mr. Cake walked over to his kids, who stopped laughing when they noticed him. They both shrank as he gave him that stern look that only a father can. “I think it’s time for two ponies to take their naps,” he said firmly, scooping them up and taking them upstairs. The twins both had shamed looks on their faces.

“Well, it looks like playtime’s over,” said Pinkie as Mr. Cake went out of view.

“I’m so sorry Big Mac,” Mrs. Cake pleaded, grabbing some paper towels for him to wipe his face off. “After Pinkie showed them that, they try to pull that trick on anyone they can.”

“Yeah, that was not one of my better ideas,” stated Pinkie. Mrs. Cake just rolled her eyes.

“We’ve got to get that dough out of your clothes and hair, otherwise it will set up like concrete,” explained Mrs. Cake. Both she and Pinkie thought for a minute. “Go on upstairs to the bathroom and run yourself a bath. Put you dirty clothes outside the door and I’ll take them to the cleaners, alright dearie?”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac replied and he trudged over to the stairs. Anything to get the dough out of his hair.

Mrs. Cake turned to Pinkie, “I imagine Carrot Cake might go to see Express, so if you could clean up and keep an eye on the twins please. But remember, they’re in time-out right now; so no playing.”

“Yes mam!” answered Pinkie giving a salute. She headed over to the corner to grab some cleaning supplies.

Mrs. Cake followed Big Mac to the bathroom carrying a rag, doing her best to clean up any bits of dough that fell off Big Mac. She waited outside the door as he changed out of his shirt and pants and had a plastic trash bag for him to place them in. Big Mac kept his boxers even though they were wet, just so he would have something to wear if he finished washing up before Mrs. Cake got back.

Big Mac let the water run for a bit without plugging up the tub to wash the dough off his arms, hands and lower legs. Even to the short hair on his body the dough stuck like glue and he could tell getting it off his head and the back of his neck where he couldn’t see was not going to be an easy task. He forced the stopper into place and added some soap to the tub and in a minute the bath was nice and foamy for him. He hung his boxers over an empty towel rack and slid in. He couldn’t help but think that this tub was huge; it seemed like he and his sisters could all fit in it. Using a large plastic cup on the shelf with the rest of the bath supplies, he dumped the water over his head a few times while working his fingers though his hair. The tenacity of the dough was surprising, as it still managed to cling to his hair. Even as he repeated the process he continued to find clumps that he somehow had missed.

There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Eeyup?” answered Big Mac.

The door burst open and Pinkie bounced into the room. “Hi Big Mac!” She didn’t even seem to care that he was in there.

“Pinkie!” Big Mac covered himself up in the tub as he could manage. “Aren’t you supposed to be watching the twins!?”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got Gummy covering it.” Big Mac could just imagine Gummy pacing back and forth in front of the nursery door with a pot on his head and holding a wooden spoon in his mouth.

“Then what are you doing in here?” Big Mac asked.

“Oh. Well, while I was mopping up the floor I accidentally got some of the dough on my tail, see?” She held up her tail to show him. The first three inches were covered in dough but that was all. “So I figured since you already have bath ready, I would just come up and wash it off with you,” and with that Pinkie pulled off her shirt. Big Mac’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, he wanted to say something but his mouth moved without making any words or sounds. Pinkie continued to talk as she stripped down.

“It was so funny, because while I was mopping, my tail suddenly stated twitching and then when it stopped I had another ear-flop. So I was like, ‘Is the mess going to fall on me?’ So I turned around to grab my umbrella-hat and I slipped on the wet floor I had just been mopping and my tail fell into the puddle of dough. See? I was the thing that fell into the big mess!” By now Pinkie was already in the tub sitting across from Big Mac and had almost finished cleaning her tail already.

“Pinkie,” said Big Mac sounding a bit annoyed, “You had so little on the end of your tail, why didn’t you just wash it off in the sink?”

Pinkie stopped what she was doing and rubbed her chin, “I didn’t even think about that.” Big Mac buried his face in his hand; Pinkie could be so absent minded sometimes. When he looked back up she was giving her tail a final once-over, “All clean!” and she started giggling. Big Mac sighed and went back to pouring water on his head and blindly running his fingers through his hair. Pinkie looked up to see what he was doing, “Oh, let me help you with that.” She stood up and scooted over to him, grabbing the cup out of his hand.

“Pinkie! I can get it myself!” Big Mac protested, “You don’t have to…”

“Trust me,” said Pinkie cutting him off, “when this first happened to me I had to soak my whole body for an hour underwater and breath through a straw. If you do it by yourself it will take forever. Don’t worry, I’ll get you clean in no time!”

Big Mac relented and let her carry on, Pinkie scrubbing different places on his head and humming as she did. Big Mac could only think about how disgusted he was about the whole situation; he had just tried to do the right thing but here he was. Oh well, it would all be over soon. Looking back up, he got an eyeful of Pinkie’s breasts.

It would have been hard to not catch an eyeful of Pinkie’s breasts, they were absolutely huge! He tried to guess her bra size but he didn’t really know what came after double-D. Big as they were they looked incredibly firm each capped with a nipple that was one shade darker of pink than the fur around it. He also noticed that pinkie had some of the biggest thighs he had seen as well. He used to think that you only got big thighs if you were a bit chubby, but Pinkie was proving him wrong. What they say about cake going straight to your thighs must be true.

Pinkie’s voice brought him back to reality. “All done!” she said cheerfully and patted him on the head.

Big Mac stated to get up, “Thanks Pinkie, I’m not sure how long it wou…”

“Oh!” exclaimed Pinkie as her tail and hair stood on end. She and Big Mac looked down between them at the same time. Big Mac could only stare in disbelief; his long black manhood was hard as a rock, and as he stood up the shaft had hit Pinkie right between her legs. He looked back up to see Pinkie’s blue eyes staring into his, a questioning look on her face.

“Pinkie! I can explain!” “Explain how?” he though. Honesty was the best policy so he told the truth, “When you were washing my hair all I could really see was your chest and I guess it got me a little…” He didn’t know how to go on.

Pinkie smiled, “If you wanted to fuck, you should have just said so silly!”

“What?” Big Mac wasn’t sure if he had heard Pinkie right.

Pinkie used one hand to grab his shoulder and the other to grab his side. She then crossed her left leg in front of her right, squeezing Big Mac’s cock between her firm thighs. Big Mac stood up straight and grunted, clenching his eyes closed as he did. Her body felt amazing. Pinkie began to move forward and backwards, running his cock between her legs and pussy. “I call this ‘Pinkie Pie’s Thick-Thigh Treatment’. Like it so far?” He could feel every detail of her thighs, labia and clit running over his cock, particularly when they hit the fleshy ring in the center of his shaft.

Big Mac gave a labored “Eeyup,” through his teeth. He put his hands on Pinkie’s hips to give her even more stability. He had never heard of doing this before but he loved it. Pinkie must have been enjoying it too, she smiled with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.

After a minute she stopped, much to Big Mac’s disappointment. She hopped out of the tub, yanking on Big Mac’s wrist to get him to do the same. He stepped out onto the bath-mat, hoping Pinkie would go back to rubbing him with her thighs. Instead, she got down on her knees in front of him. She held his cock up along his chest, finally getting a good look at it. “Wow Big Mac! You’re really big! You’re even bigger than…Ops! Almost told a secret there!” and Pinkie giggled. Big Mac was initially surprised to hear she had done this before, but then realized with her skill and confidence she must have.

Pinkie closed her eyes and ran her tongue up the bottom of his cock. Big Mac spread his legs and grabbed the edge of the tub for stability. When she reached the end of his cock she swirled her tongue around the head, causing him to grunt. She then took him into her mouth and he let out a pleased sigh. Pinkie hefted her huge tits up on either side of his cock and slapped them together. Big Mac would have keeled over had he not been holding onto the tub, it felt that good. Pinkie giggled through her nose and started to bob her head up and down on his cock, having her breasts follow the motion. The sensation was unreal; it was the combined feeling of her thighs plus her sucking him off. Big Mac had never been tit-fucked before, but he would have stated a long time ago if he knew it would feel this good.

Big Mac felt his stomach staring to clench and knew he couldn’t last much longer. “Pinkie,” he grunted, “I’m…”

“Wait!” said Pinkie, pulling herself off of his cock in an instant, “We’re not done yet.” Big Mac was getting sick of this; Pinkie would be a great fuck if she didn’t keep blue-balling him. “I just need to find something,” she said as she poked around the bathroom. She soon found what she was looking for. “Here it is!” she said as she held up a condom wrapper. “I keep condoms stashed all over Ponyville, in case of sexy-times.” She tore the wrapper open and placed the bright red condom of the head of his black cock and rolled it onto him. It only made it down to the ring in the center of his shaft, but that was as far as it needed to go.

Pinkie walked over to the wall and bent over, placing her hands on it for stability. “Come on Big Mac! You started it so you get to finish it!” Pinkie wiggled her ass at him and spread her legs. Big Mac could see that Pinkie had enjoyed the session as well, her pussy was practically dripping. Big Mac walked over, not even thinking that he was about to fuck one of his sister’s best friends. He grabbed her ass with one hand and used the other to steady his cock against her pussy. He then pushed in, his head meeting some resistance but the rest easily slid in. Pinkie moaned in pleasure, her tongue hanging out of her open mouth. Big Mac continued until he reached the end of the condom, taking a second to rest. He felt Pinkie squeeze down on him a little, causing some of her juices to run out around his cock.

Big Mac started pumping into her, slowly at first but then pinking up some speed. Pinkie moaned and grunted all the while. She turned some to look at Big Mac, “I’ve never felt anything like this before! Even Rainbow Dash’s ‘Cunt-Buster 3000’ toy isn’t as big as you!” Big Mac looked down at Pinkie, his eyes falling on her breasts, jiggling every time he pushed into her. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to have them!

Big Mac reached down, both hands grabbing one of Pinkie’s tits and squeezing them as hard as he could. Pinkie cried in pleasure as he pulled her back up to his chest, continuing to pump into her all the while. “Pinkie!” he grunted, “You’ve got the best tits I have ever seen!” Big Mac felt like an animal, totally controlled by his primal urges.

Big Mac forced Pinkie against the wall for his last few violent thrusts. He and Pinkie came together, with Pinkie streaming juices around his cock. After catching their breaths’, Big Mac set Pinkie down and pulled out of her. Big Mac’s condom had managed to hold despite what it had been though, the end blown up like a balloon full of his spunk. Pinkie sat on her knees and watched as he pulled it off, Big Mac being careful not to let any of his spunk drip onto the floor. “Ooh,” said Pinkie as he pulled it off the head, “Wow Big Mac, you came a…” While her mouth was still open, he forced the end of his cock into her mouth so Pinkie could clean the head. Pinkie was a bit surprised at the move at first, but the taste of his spunk hitting her tongue got her going. She lapped up his head and gave one final suck to get the rest of his spunk out of his shaft. “Juicy!” she said as she pulled her head back.

Pinkie had finished dressing by the time he had even gotten his boxers on. She told him to wait in the bathroom for Mrs. Cake to get back, and she bounced out the door to go check on the twins. Mrs. Cake arrived back before he had finished draining the tub. She handed him his neatly folded clothes through the door and was waiting for him downstairs by the time he dressed. “So sorry again about what happened, dearie.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he answered, “Kids will be kids.”

“I guess you’re right. Good buy Big Mac.” Mrs. Cake turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Just before he opened the door, Pinkie stopped him, “So, how did you like it?”

Big Mac swallowed, but answered honestly, “You were great. But, um, could you please keep what happened between us?”

Pinkie launched into her whole ‘Pinkie Promise’ routine, “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!”

“Thanks,” said Big Mac. Suddenly, he remembered, “Oh, AJ says ‘Hi’.”

“Oh! Thanks! Tell her ‘Hi’ back for me okay?”

“Eeyup,” and with that, Big Mac turned and left. When he got back to the farm he found Applejack bucking not far from where they had left off. “Pinkie says ‘Hi’,” he said as he walked up to her.

She glared at him, “What the hey took you so long? Did the Cake’s serve you a three course meal?”

“The twins sprayed me with water and dumped flour on me”

Applejack lightened up, “Oh, sorry to hear that.”

Big Mac thought about what happened for a second and answered, “It wasn’t that bad.”