Big Mac's Seduction

Examination

It was Thursday morning and the Apple Family was getting ready to put everything away after a good harvest after a week and a half of hard apple-bucking. All but one member of the Apple Family that is. It had been about a month since Big Mac had hurt his shoulder and had gone to the spa, which led to its own adventure with the spa triplets. Everything had seemed fine the next day but he had tweaked it three more times since then; not as bad as when the branch fell on him but still enough to feel very uncomfortable. Afterwards he would take it take a hot bath and do some easier work and the problem would seem to go away. He had considered going back to the spa for a “stronger” bath, but with what had happened there and with a few other mares he decided not to. Yesterday he had twisted it for the third time.

Granny Smith tried to get everyone psyched up during breakfast, “Y’all ready for finishing up harvesting season today?”

Applejack and Apple Bloom both looked over at their brother. Big Mac shifted in his seat; he knew what they were thinking. Applejack broke the awkward silence, “Well, I know the two of us are, but Big Mac has an appointment at Ponyville Hospital today.”

Both Granny Smith and Big Mac looked surprised. “He does?” asked Granny Smith.

“I do?” asked Big Mac.

“Yes. I scheduled it last night because I know you too well. You’ll just suffer in silence when there is something really wrong with your shoulder.”

Big Mac wanted to tell her otherwise, but he knew that she was right. He sighed, “What time is the appointment?”

“It’s at 11:00 this morning. That should leave you with plenty of time to get there.” Applejack sounded quite pleased with herself.

“But whose going to go through all the apple bushels to pull out all the bad ones and sticks? Not to mention all the packaging for shipping and winter that needs to be done,” asked Granny Smith. She may have had doubts about his injury, but everyone knew there was real work to be done.

Apple Bloom spoke up, “I know, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle could come help out.” Big Mac wasn’t sure if that was such a good idea, but they did fix the fence with no problems. Maybe Apple Bloom was destined to work on the farm after all.

During his walk to Ponyville Hospital he saw that way off over the Everfree Forest it was looking like a storm might be rolling in, but the Pegasus ponies would probably stop it if rolled into Ponyville. After a while Big Mac made it to the hospital and checked in and was promptly told to wait for Dr. Stable, who was with another patient. Big Mac looked up at the clock as he sat down; he was a few minutes early but I seemed like no matter how close to your appointment time, or even if you were a little late, doctors and nurses made you wait. Fortunately, patients was one thing Big Mac had plenty of. Besides, a lot of the other ponies in the room looked like they had things worse off than he did. There were a few that were sick, some had broken limbs, while a few looked like they were in for more serious treatments like chemo. Suddenly his shoulder problems didn’t seem so bad.

About ten minutes later a voice called out, “Big McIntosh.” He stood up and raised his good arm. He walked over to the nurse who had come to get him. She was white with her light pink hair up in a bun, had blue eyes and wore the standard white shirt, skirt and cap. She introduced herself as Nurse Redheart and led him to an examination room. She had him sit down on the padded table and the quizzing began. She asked him if he was on any medication, the last time he was sick, what he was allergic to, when and how he hurt his shoulder, and what range of motion he still had. Redheart also measured his heart rate, listened to his breathing, and took his blood pressure and temperature. Big Mac realized she was just doing her job, but most of these tests didn’t seem to be getting them any closer to fixing his shoulder.

Her checklist full, Redheart went to fetch Dr. Stable. A short while later they returned and the testing really ramped up. Dr. Stable had him take off his shirt so he could better feel what was going on in Big Mac’s back. Big Mac though that “poke and prod” would have been a better statement, because that’s what it felt like the doctor was doing. Dr. Stable would have Big Mac move his shoulder a little, move his arm all around, ask him if it hurt, and relay some information to Redheart who was jotting it down on a clipboard and the process repeated itself. Big Mac just did as he was told, but if modern medicine was so great, why did it take so long?

Not satisfied by what he could feel, Dr. Stable asked Big Mac if he would be alright to have some x-rays taken. Big Mac agreed; anything to make the process go faster. He had to fill out a short questionnaire to make sure he didn’t have any problems that would make x-rays out of the question; fortunately he was all clear. Dr. Stable and Redheart took him to a back room with what looked like a whiteboard and camera in it. They tied a lead-lined skirt around his waist and lined him up along wall between the camera and receiving board. They left the room and shortly thereafter there was a buzz and pop from the camera. Big Mac felt fine but what he had heard about radiation made him a little nervous. He just had to trust that the experts knew what they were doing and that he would be fine.

Big Mac had three x-rays total. Dr. Stable was going over Big Mac’s file to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. Something on the sheet seemed to catch his attention. “It’s going to take about an hour for the x-rays to develop. In the meantime, I see you are almost due for your hernia follow-up.”

“I thought I was finished with those,” said Big Mac. He had tried to forget about his hernia, not because it was painful or left a bad scar. Quite the contrary, it was small enough that the doctors were able to use an endoscope for the surgery, so he had practically no marks left at all and he had healed just fine. He had tried to forget about it because that was the year Applejack had tried to do all the apple-bucking by herself and all sorts of chaos ensued.

“I’m not surprised that you think that,” said Dr. Stable. “The schedule for those checkups is one week after the operation, one month after that exam, then three months, then six months, and then finally a year after the last exam. Don’t worry, this is the final one.” The trio walked out of the x-ray room and Dr. Stable looked up at the clock. “I need to go see another patient right now, but Nurse Redheart is more than qualified for the procedure.” Big Mac’s heart sank; he was being left alone with a mare and he remembered how they test for hernias. “I’ll meet back up with you once I get a chance to look at those x-rays.” With that, he walked off and disappeared around a corner.

Redheart led Big Mac back to the same examination room they were in earlier and quickly went to pick up some new papers. To spare him going through the same trivial testing again, she just used the same measurements as before. She then put on some latex gloves while Big Mac tried not to think about what he was sure was going to happen. She felt his chest where he had had his operation, asking him to inhale, exhale and flex while he was sitting, and then repeated the commands with him laying on his back.

Now came the part Big Mac was worried about: the “turn your head and cough” part. With him still laying on the examination table, Redheart asked him to undo his pants so she could have access to his groin. Big Mac did as he was told, praying that she would be professional when he was exposed. Thing seemed to be off to a bad start already; when he pulled down his pants, he realized that him thinking about what Redheart might do had already started to make him hard.

Even if she was thinking about it, Redheart didn’t say anything. Once Big Mac had pulled his pants down far enough she asked him to lay down flat and turn his head one way. Big Mac was sure this is where it would all go wrong. She gently lifted his balls with one hand and pressed two fingers underneath them where his sack met his body. “Cough please,” she asked, and he did. “Turn your head to the other side and cough again,” and he did. “Alright,” she said taking her gloves off, “Everything… seems…” her voice trailed off.

Big Mac propped himself up to see what was going on. Redheart was standing still, gloves still in her hand just staring at his crotch. Big Mac suddenly realized that her grabbing and poking had made him fully erect, and his thick, back cock was throbbing against his chest. Maybe she was just surprised or embarrassed; it was a strange place for him to get aroused. But then he noticed something. Redheart was slowly licking her lips. It seemed like one half of her wanted to go down on him while the other half wanted to stay dedicated to her job, and the two feelings were battling it out with no clear winner.

Big Mac wasn’t sure what to do. Anything he did might send her one way or the other. But then, he remembered what Mayor had said. “Hey,” he said to get her attention. Redheart seemed to snap back to reality and her eyes met his. Big Mac chose his words carefully, “If you want it that bad, just go for it.”

Redheart wasted no time. “Thank you,” she gasped as she dropped the gloves she had still been holding and grabbed his pulsing cock. She held it vertical and took him into her wet mouth. She mixed bobbing her head up and down running her tongue around the head and shaft. As she did, she slid one hand under her skirt between her legs to play with herself.

Big Mac closed his eyes and gave a pleased sigh and slowly kicked off his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the floor. “I can’t believe I’m letting this happen,” he thought to himself. But he was so lost in the sensation he couldn’t see how it could have any backlash. Redheart was the one who wanted sex, and he just didn’t put up a fight. Everyone seemed to benefit. Resistance didn’t stop any of the mares before Redheart, and trying to deny her might not have worked either. Maybe it was just best to roll with it.

While Redheart was making some progress on Big Mac by sucking him off, she seemed to be going too fast on herself. She let his cock slip out of her mouth, a strand of saliva hung between her lips and his head as she caught her breath. “More,” she gasped, “I need more.”

She reached both hands under her skirt and pulled down her pink and white striped panties. She must have really been enjoying this because the crotch was soaked. Big Mac sat up and slid back on the examination table while Redheart lay down on her belly with her head at the other end of the table. She hiked the bottom of her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs. She had a red medical cross with a heart in each corner on her flanks. Big Mac got a nice view of her juicy pink pussy. He moved forward and guided his cock to her labia, pressing his head against it. “Wait,” she said reaching back and pulling his cock up out of alignment. Big Mac looked at her questioningly.

Redheart looked down at the table. “It’s the end of my heat cycle, so I don’t know if it’s safe,” she answered. “You’ll need to put it in my ass,” and she reached back and spread her butt cheeks, revealing her pink pucker. Big Mac suddenly had a flash of inspiration and got off the table. “Big Mac? What are you…” She didn’t have time to finish before Big Mac drove his face into her ass and ran his tongue up along her anus. Redheart arched her back as she gasped; Big Mac had caught her totally off guard.

Big Mac remembered how much Rarity had enjoyed getting her ass licked and it seemed to be the case with Redheart. She squirmed under him as her started to move his tongue in little circles around her anus. “Oh, it feels good,” she whimpered, and she pulled one knee up under her making her ass more accessible. Big Mac pressed his tongue to center of her anus and tried to spread her a little. Redheart couldn’t help herself. She pushed down on the back of head to try and get him to push deeper.

Big Mac pulled his head back and got back up on the examination table on all fours over Redheart. She spread her ass for him as he used one hand to guide his cock to her anus. When the tip of his cock was in line, he pressed in. Redheart bit her lip and tried to relax her ass but she was so close that once his head poped all the way in she came. She moaned loudly and her ass squeezed the head of Big Mac’s cock. “Are you alright?” asked Big Mac.

Still panting, Redheart looked back at him. “I’ll be fine. Keep going.” Big Mac nodded and resumed slowly pushing into her. She was looser than Rarity was and he was able to slide in up to the ring in the center of his shaft. Big Mac watched Redheart’s face closely, to make sure she didn’t start to cry. But she just continued to bite her lip and dug her fingers into the padding of the table. Now that he had a good length of his cock in, he started to pull out. He quickly realized that he would have to go slower than he would if he was fucking her pussy because of how much her ass clamped onto him and it wasn’t as wet.

Big Mac started to ride Redheart; slowly at first, but picking up speed as the secretions from his cock and her ass started to lube things up. Once she got used to his size, Redheart reached between her legs with one hand to rub her clit and shove her fingers in her pussy. Her playing with herself caused her to tense up and have her ass squeeze Big Mac even more, adding to their pleasure. They were both starting to get close. Big Mac was pumping harder despite how much Redheart was clamping down on him.

Finally, neither one could take any more. Big Mac slammed into her, the ring in his cock grinding against her anus as it slipped in. Redheart arched her back, pulling her head even with Big Mac’s as she screamed. Big Mac grunted, his eyes and teeth clenched shut as he felt his spunk squirting deep inside her. Once their climax had subsided Redheart flopped onto the examination table. Big Mac took a second to regain his composure before pulling his cock out of her ass. Her anus still squeezed down on him, milking the last bit of spunk in his cock from him. His cock came out with a wet pop and he got up on his knees to give Redheart some breathing room. He saw she still had two fingers buried in her pussy and a puddle of juice between her legs.

Big Mac used a sanitary wipe to get himself clean while Redheart was getting back to reality. “Oh my god. I’ve never felt anything that amazing.” she panted, “I hope you enjoyed it as well.”

“Eeyup,” answered Big Mac, starting to put back on his clothes. Redheart smiled and pulled herself up off the table. Still laying down, she reached into one of the front pockets on her skirt and fished out what looked like a rubber egg with a stem and an oval base attached. Big Mac didn’t know what to make of it. “Ummm…”

“It’s to keep anything from leaking out,” answered Redheart before he could ask anything. She then reached back and stuck the egg portion into her ass and made sure the flat base was seated nicely against her anus. Big Mac finished getting dressed, including his shirt, while Redheart used wipes to clean up the table and between her legs before pulling her panties back on. She looked up at the clock before filling out the last few things on her forms. “Dr. Stable should be finished shortly. I’ll let him know you are ready.”

“Eeyup.”

Redheart moved in close and whispered in his ear, “Thank you so much, my cycle was killing me. Sorry it couldn’t be the more ‘natural’ way.” Big Mac gave her a quick hug before she left the room.

Dr. Stable came in a few minutes later with a large manila envelope under his arm. From the look on his face, he did not have good news. “Big Mac, I’m not sure how to tell you this, so I’m going to give it to you straight.” He pulled out two of the x-rays, one of his back the other of his front and put them up on the light-board and flicked it on. Big Mac didn’t know much about x-rays but he could gather a little. His left shoulder blade looked fine with smooth contours and even colors. The right shoulder blade was a different story. Towards the middle he could see a dark line running up about half the width from the bottom, flanked on either side by brighter areas of bone.

“It looks like when the branch hit you it cracked your shoulder blade,” and he traced the line with his pen. “It’s started to heal, but each time you overused your shoulder you opened the crack back up a little. What’s happened is you now have an area of excess bone,” he said, outlining the light areas around the crack. “If they continue growing it could cause your shoulder blade to widen and start interfering with the muscles around it. If it gets big enough, it might start to tear them.”

Big Mac’s heart felt like a rock dropping to the bottom of his stomach. Everything else Dr. Stable said seemed to blur together. What this meant was that Big Mac might not be able to work on the farm as he had. Short of “your arm needs to be amputated” this was about the worse news he could have gotten. Big Mac had a lot of responsibilities at Sweet Apple Acers, and if he couldn’t do the work, who would?

Dr. Stable outlined a course of action: Big Mac was only to do light work and try to favor his good arm. He was still to exercise his right arm, but more in the style of stretches rather than weight lifting. In a month’s time he would come back to see how his shoulder was healing. If everything looked fine, he was free to go back to what he had been doing. If the ridge of bone continued to grow, or the crack wasn’t healing, surgery may be required to either remove the excess or close the crack with a plate. Neither one sounded like a good option.

Dr. Stable prescribed him some stronger painkillers and wished him the best of luck with his recovery. Big Mac trudged home, a dark cloud hanging over his head. The storm he had seen earlier over the Everfree Forest was making its way into town, so there was no one on the streets to ask him why he was so down. At the moment though, he didn’t feel like talking.