Big Mac's Seduction

Relief

It was Friday morning after the storm, and everyone in the Apply Family’s house had slept in a little because of the roar of the storm waking them up last night. After a quick breakfast Big Mac, Applejack, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were walking around looking for signs of damage. The house managed just fine and because most of the dead and weak branches on the trees had been knocked loose from apple-bucking, there wasn’t much to clean up. Everyone was a little groggy starting out from their sleep being interrupted, but they all perked up as the work progressed.

Big Mac, however, was the exception. It wasn’t so much the storm that had kept him awake as it was the nightmare he had were Applejack had forced him to have sex with her. While the storm moved on and dissipated, the memory of his dream did not. The dream forced him to contemplate his sex life, and his total lack of control over it. Any other colt would think he was crazy; having over half a dozen mares throw themselves at him in less than a month. But Big Mac didn’t like things being so uncertain, and that’s what his dream had forced him to think about.

Big Mac wouldn’t mind the swinger lifestyle if he was more outgoing socially. But everyone liked Big Mac for being so laid back and easy going. Big Mac was worried that eventually some mare would take advantage of him and real consequences would result. Whether that was getting someone pregnant - so far, Pinkie was the only one who used protection – or causing a divorce or feud, he didn’t know, but they all sounded equally bad.

Adding to his problems was his shoulder. It felt fine now because it was still early in the day, but the feeling of uncertainty keep creeping in on him. He needed to work to keep his family afloat, and if things went wrong with his recovery, it could put the farm in jeopardy. At least the work right now was light and would be over soon. Work was one of the ways Big Mac took his mind off his problems; it felt like he was getting things done to get things back on the right track. But this time, working might contribute to the problem. Big Mac tried to favor his left arm, but he felt slow and clumsy. “Please Celestia,” he though, “Please let things heal right.”

Everyone was piling up the last few sticks and branches when Apple Bloom came running up to the group. “Quick!” she said, a little out of breath, “Everyone grab some clippers or a saw and follow me.” She went into the barn to grab the tools while everyone else followed out of curiosity.

“What are you talking about Apple Bloom?” asked Scootaloo.

“The storm knocked a big tree down on Zecora’s hut last night.” Apple Bloom handed tools to Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle as she talked. “We need to go help her before her roof or wall gives way.”

Applejack and Big Mac scowled at their sister. “Apple Bloom!” shouted Applejack, “You were supposed be helping us clean up the farm, not wandering off into the Everfree Forest!”

Apple Bloom looked around trying to think of an excuse. “I was just, uh… We need to hurry!” and she and her two friends bolted off in the direction of Zecora.

“Oh! That filly!” grunted Applejack. Big Mac could tell that if she had stuck around, Applejack would have paddled Apple Bloom. “We’ll I guess I better go after them,” she said. Applejack went to grab an axe.

“I’ll come with,” said Big Mac as he walked over to the tool rack.

“What about your shoulder?” asked Applejack, “Aren’t you supposed to take it easy?”

“I can still use a saw in my left arm, and working will hopefully take my mind of it.”

“Well, if you’re sure. It is the Everfree Forest so we might need all the help we can get.” She handed him a bow-saw and the two of them set off.

Big Mac had been told by his sisters how to get to Zecora’s house but he had never been there himself. In fact, the only time he ever met Zecora was briefly during Nightmare Night. Although he figured most ponies didn’t know Zecora that well. Big Mac and Applejack trudged through the Everfree Forest keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of danger, but in the day it really didn’t seem that bad. About the only unpleasant thing on the journey was all the mud that the storm had made. Big Mac didn’t pay it any mind, the walk was keeping him from thinking about other things, and that’s what he wanted.

They caught up to the girls a little ways before they got to Zecora’s hut. When the group entered the clearing they saw a large tree partially resting on one edge of the hut. It didn’t look like it had done much damage but with another storm or some wind that could easily change. Zecora was hacking away at some of the branches to try and lighten it with a stone hand axe. She had on her brown cloak to keep off the water that was dripping down from the canopy. Apple Bloom led the way over to her. “Zecora! I brought some help.”

Zecora turned to inspect the group, her blue eyes appearing from underneath her hood. She was glad for the large number. “Thank you very much Apple Bloom, we must remove this tree soon.” Big Mac had forgotten about the rhyming.

“We’re all over it,” said Apple Bloom. The Cutie Mark Crusaders immediately ran over to the tree and started clipping of branches as best they could. Their small size and the particular tools they brought – had clippers and small saws – weren’t quite up to the task of taking on a whole tree. Applejack and Big Mac began to work on the larger limbs with loppers, a double bit axe and the bow-saw. Zecora continued to help as well, but the wood was still green and the relatively blunt head of her stone axe bounced off more often than it bit into the wood. The steel edges and teeth of the Apple Family’s tolls however were making quick work of anything they were used against.

The group continued working into the midafternoon. Zecora would bring out snacks and drinks for the group every now and then. Applejack offered Zecora one of the metal hand-axes they had brought but she politely turned it down. At last they had cut off all of the branches and the trunk was now light enough to slide off of Zecora’s roof. Everyone worked together with Big Mac, Applejack and Zecora on the roof to lift up the top and heave it to one side. The trunk crashed into the ground, the Cutie Mark Crusaders cheering as it did. “Glad that’s over with,” said Applejack and she wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Eeyup,” replied Big Mac. He could feel his shoulder staring to burn.

As they climbed down from the roof, Zecora still eyed the tree. “I hate to ask but if you could, please help me make it into firewood?”

Big Mac and Applejack looked at each other, but Apple Bloom answered for them. “Sure we will! C’mon Crusaders!” and the three fillies started hacking at the largest section of the trunk with their ineffectual tools.

“We’ll just do a few logs,” Applejack told Big Mac, “I think we’ve helped out plenty today.” Big Mac nodded, Applejack saying “help” to him reminded him of his dream some. He could still remember it so vividly.

Big Mac got back to work with the saw; his left arm and hand were starting to get tired. After sawing of the end of the tree into one log, he finally couldn’t take it anymore and switched to his right arm. While he stared sawing again, Applejack rounded up the girls. “Alright, young'ins, it’s time to get home.”

“But we’re not finished,” protested Sweetie Belle.

“I know, but you and Scootaloo haven’t been home for over a day. Don’t you think your families are getting worried?” asked Applejack.

“I guess you’re right,” answered Scootaloo.

“Alright, glad we got that settled.” Applejack looked over to Big Mac. “Hey Big Mac, you ready to go?”

Big Mac looked up, “Just let me finish this log.”

“Alright. Y’all better stick with me.”

“We found our way in just fine,” whined Apple Bloom.

“Maybe, but this is the Everfree Forest, you can never be too careful.”

“Careful like the time you and your friends ran through the poison joke?” said Apple Bloom, sounding quite snarky. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle giggled.

“That’s it!” shouted Applejack, “When we get home, you’re grounded!”

Apple Bloom and her friends groaned and started the walk home, Applejack following close behind.

Big Mac carried on working on the section he was on. About half way through, the log shifted and pinched the saw while he was on the up-stroke and it jammed. It felt as if someone had just driven a nail though his shoulder. “Damn it!” he cursed under his breath. He rubbed it far a few minutes until the worst of the pain was over. He felt so stupid, why did he have to tweak his shoulder again? His heart felt heavy as he rubbed his right side, it seemed as if fate was working against him.

Zecora came around to the tree. “Big Mac what is wrong? Have you worked too long?”

“It’s my shoulder,” he grunted, “I tweaked it again.”

“I can see this is not a one-time thing, it looks as though it must really sting.”

“Eeyup.”

Zecora smiled warmly, “Come with me, I might have a remedy.”

Big Mac followed her into her hut, not even thinking about how he was alone with yet another mare. Big Mac stood by the doorway looking at all the strange things that made up Zecora’s belongings. Masks and other trinkets hung on any part of the walls that weren’t covered in shelves that were stacked with bottles and flasks. Charms, wind chimes and several hanging plants were fixed to the ceiling. In the center was a fire pit with a large cauldron over it. At opposite ends of the room was a potions table and her bed. Big Mac hadn’t felt so out of place since he had visited the spa.

Zecora started going through the bottles and containers either looking at the label or opening and smelling the contents. She pulled down her hood so it was not impeding her search. This let Big Mac get her first good look at her. She had a strip of black and white hair that matched her stripes down the center of her head. Despite the humidity and being trapped under her hood all day, it still managed to stand on end in a perfect mohawk. She wore several gold rings around her neck and had earrings that looked like they were the same size of the rings on her neck. She was tall, not quite as tall as him but easily the tallest mare he had ever seen with the exception of the princesses.

After searching a second shelf, Zecora found what she was looking for. “This potion should do the trick. I know it tastes bad, so drink it quick.”

Big Mac took the gourd container from her and sniffed the liquid inside it. It almost made him gag. “What in Equestria is in this?”

“I’m not sure you would like to know, nothing that would be considered evil though.”

Big Mac though for a second, “So no parts from another pony?” Zecora shook her head. That was the major thing Big Mac was worried about. He looked back at the gourd in his hand; he really didn’t see how some little potion could fix his shoulder. “Well, Zecora used a potion to fix Apple Bloom’s teeth that one time,” he thought, “Maybe there’s something to this.”

Big Mac chugged down the potion. Zecora wasn’t kidding about it tasting bad. At least the taste blocked out the pain in his shoulder for a second. He ran his teeth over his tongue trying to get the taste out of his mouth. “Could I have some wa…” Before he could finish, his shoulder, upper back and upper right arm swelled up like a balloon! Big Mac was absolutely terrified; what had Zecora done to him?! But as quickly as it had swollen, that area of his body deflated back to normal size. To his amazement, the pain was gone. He moved his right arm all around and twisted his upper back from side to side. Had he tried this before taking the potion he would have been in unbearable agony, but now it was as if that branch had never hit him in the first place.

Big Mac looked back at Zecora, who again had a warm smile on her face. “How did you…?”

“It’s not that I think you’re thick, but it takes some time to understand magic. But it’s not that much different, if you will, than when a doctor gives you a pill.”

“But, it worked so fast. I don’t think there’s any pill that can do what your potion just did.”

“For a while, that’s how I thought, but medicine can do things potions cannot. For had your shoulder broken through, there would have been little I could do. And no matter how much you drink, they cannot bring life back from the brink.”

Zecora was intelligent, but humble. There was no doubt that she was incredibly wise, even if her rhyming drove Applejack nuts. “Well thanks again Zecora,” said Big Mac, “I don’t know how I can repay you.”

“Your work today was more than enough, you help save my house and my stuff.”

Big Mac nodded, “Well I better head out, Applejack and the fillies are probably home already.” Outside there was a flash of lightning, quickly followed by a rumble of thunder. Big Mac and Zecora walked over to the front door and looked out. It was starting to sprinkle; another storm was rolling in. Fortunately, it didn’t look as bad as the one last night. Big Mac walked over and picked up his saw where it was leaning against what was left of the tree.

“Big Mac, if I may, I would suggest you stay,” Zecora protested.

“It’s only about a mile back to the farm.”

“In your quest to leave so soon, you would likely meet your doom. The river may flood to maximum height, but you’re more than welcome to stay the night.”

Big Mac thought it over. If he made it home, the worst thing that would probably happen would be that he catch a cold from walking in the rain. But Zecora knew the forest much better than he did. In addition, she just fixed his shoulder, and there was no sense dying before he could get to use it. But if he stayed, it would mean being alone with another mare for the entire night. While Zecora hadn’t made any moves on him, it might have been because the others were around. Isolated for a night in the middle of the Everfree Forest, she could do anything and everything with him. The memory of his nightmare was bad enough without the possibility of Zecora acting some of it out.

But in the end, fear for his life outweighed the desire to protect what was left of his chastity. Big Mac hung his head and sighed, “Alright.”

“That I’m glad to hear. Please get comfortable my dear.” Zecora turned and walked back into her hut. Big Mac dragged his way over to the door; it was going to be a long night.

Once inside, Big Mac shook off what water he could from the saw and set it down where it wouldn’t get wet. Meanwhile, Zecora walked over to what looked like a hat or coat stand. After fiddling with the cord that fastened her cloak around her neck, she let it slide down her shoulders and back. Zecora had a perfect hour-glass body. She was wearing a simple top and bottom made out of spotted animal hide which left most of her stomach and back exposed. She turned back around and walked to the cauldron in the center of the room. She had big breasts which only accented her figure. To Big Mac, it seemed like the seduction was already beginning.

The rain outside was picking up; Zecora really knew what she was talking about. She motioned to a chair. Big Mac took a seat while Zecora set about making dinner. For the most part he just sat in silence staring at the ground or his hooves. Maybe if he didn’t cause much of a distraction the whole thing would blow over without incident. Big Mac couldn’t take his mind off his sex life. It kept shifting back and forth between his dream and the mares he had slept with: the spa triplets Aloe, Vera and Lotus, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Mayor Mare and Nurse Redheart.

Dinner was awkward. It wasn’t that the food was bad, even though it was a lot different from what Big Mac usually ate; it was because he felt that at any moment Zecora would say something that would remind him about his dream, but he couldn’t help but think about it anyway. Zecora tried asking about running Sweet Apple Acres and his sisters, but his mind was so preoccupied that he only gave short disjointed answers.

After cleaning up Zecora turned to Big Mac, “Maybe it would help your head, simply if we went to bed.” Big Mac volunteered to sleep on the floor, but Zecora telling him that centipedes and other bugs often sought shelter during the rain quickly changed his mind. The bed was easily big enough for both of them to lie down and not be in contact with one another. Zecora took the side closest to the wall. She didn’t change into anything; she apparently always wore her hide top and bottom. Big Mac took off his clothes but kept on his boxers, quickly sliding in under the covers.

Big Mac lay facing the center of the room on his right side without discomfort, something he hadn’t been able to do in a long time. Comfortable as the bed was, he didn’t feel tired; his mind kept racing. All of his experiences in his sex life had been because it was the mare wanted to, and the realization made him feel spineless.

He and Zecora lay facing opposite directions with little movement for the better part of an hour. Finally, Zecora rolled onto her back and turned her head towards him. “I can tell something besides your shoulder is causing you pain. Perhaps I can help if you care to explain.”

Big Mac didn’t move, “Well…it’s kind of complicated.”

“Matters of the mind can be that way, but I promise to listen to what you say.”

Big Mac rolled onto his other side and faced Zecora. “Alight, if you want to know.” Big Mac then lay his heart bare. He told her about his encounter with the spa triplets after he first hurt his shoulder; trying on outfits with Rarity; the bath with Pinkie; visiting Mayor; and his examination with Redheart. He didn’t give any graphic details, but enough to let Zecora know what happened. Finally, he told her about his nightmare were Applejack raped him, and about how unsure he felt.

Zecora listened intently, not once interrupting him. When he was finished, Zecora thought for a second. “While your encounters, some would flaunt, your problem is you don’t know what you want.”

Big Mac gave Zecora a confused look, “But I know what I want. I want an ongoing relationship.”

“I don’t think you need to start one so soon, you want a relationship, but with whom?”

Big Mac thought for a minute, “I don’t know.”

Zecora seemed glad she was able to impart some wisdom. “It’s nice you have a standard that you will not break; but half a plan does not a goal make. It’s alright if things don’t work out with a friend, you just have to get up and try again.”

Big Mac looked down the bed towards his hooves. “Now I’m even less sure about it.”

“Our desires can change and we don’t know how, so tell me, what do you want right now?”

Big Mac looked up at Zecora as she spoke and then back down at his hooves. He considered every mare who he had been with and some who he was really close friends with. He even thought about Cheerilee, but dismissed the idea of a relationship with her fairly quickly. No one stood out. Everyone he could think of were just friends, business partners, or mares who had a fling with him.

Then he looked back up at Zecora and their eyes met. He hardly knew her. This was the most time he had spent with her and it was less than a day. But there was something about her that just made him feel at ease. She healed his shoulder without a second thought, offered him a place to stay for the night, and put aside his fears about being nothing more than a sex object to women. All of this without asking for anything in return.

Something clicked. Big Mac leaned in so that their muzzles were touching. “I want you.”

Zecora blushed a little. Big Mac didn’t know if it was the closeness and shared breath or that she reciprocated his feelings, but they tilted up their heads until their lips met. Big Mac slid his arms around her lower back while Zecora put hers around the back of his neck and they pulled each other close. They relished the feel of the kiss and how well their bodies fit together.

After a minute they broke the kiss to catch their breath and gaze into each other’s eyes. They kissed again, mouths open and tongues playing with one another. Big Mac and Zecora both moaned at the sensation and hugged tight, each enjoying the taste and feel of the other. It was as if they were one being sharing two bodies.

Again they came up for air. “Though it’s been a while since I’ve been kissed, I didn’t think it feel as good as this,” said Zecora after a short gasp. She and Big Mac retuned to kissing. Big Mac, feeling more confident, slid a hand down her back and grabbed one of her firm butt cheeks. Zecora moaned into the kiss and pulled his head even tighter against hers. She brought one hand around to his chest to feel his muscles while he continued to squeeze her ass. They both knew what direction this was going.

Zecora reached down to his waist and felt the bulge in the front of his boxers. Big Mac pulled his head back and grunted as Zecora ran her hand over him. “I really want to feel your meat. Don’t worry though, I’m not in heat.” Zecora tossed the blanket back as she sat up and took her top off. She had breasts that gave the false impression that they were a little saggy, but it was just how they were shaped. They each has a few black stripes on them like the rest of her hair and fur and capped with a pert black nipple. Big Mac felt something building inside him again.

He leaned forward, grabbing one of her breasts with one hand and pressing his face against the other. Zecora moaned and arched her back and neck. “You’re lovely Zecora,” whispered Big Mac. He lifted one breast so the nipple was even with his mouth and ran the length of his tongue over it. Zecora shivered and moaned even louder. He then then started to suck on her tit while he squeezed the other one with his hand. He switched breasts after a few seconds and repeated his technique.

Finally, Zecora gently pushed back on his head to get him to stop. He looked up into her blue eyes. “You’re certainly good at what you do, allow me to pleasure you.” Big Mac lay back down and pulled his boxers off while Zecora did the same thing with her bottoms. Zecora then got down on all fours over him with her head above his groin. Zecora held his hard black cock up to her face, running her hand over the ring in his shaft. “You’ve been blessed with a wonderful dick; it has such great features and is so long and thick.” She licked around the head of his cock and the end of his shaft, causing Big Mac to grunt and tense. She then took him into her mouth with a pleased sigh. As she bobbed her head while sucking him, she used one hand to stroke the part of his shaft below the ring.

Big Mac opened his eyes as he got used to the sensation. He looked up and could see Zecora’s pussy and ass above his face. Just like her nipples, the flesh of her pussy was black and shiny. She was already starting to get wet. Big Mac grabbed her hips and pulled his face up to her pussy, sliding his tongue over it and tasting her sweet cunny-honey. Zecora groaned around his cock but continued to bob her head up and down on it. He played with her like this a little longer. He then used his tongue to flick her clit and then sucked and pinched it between his lips. Zecora squirmed over him, stopping mid-motion on his cock. He continued as she pulled his cock out her mouth and gasped. “I’m afraid that it feels so good, that I can no longer suck your wood,” she said in a labored voice.

Big Mac continued to lick her for a few more seconds before stopping to look into her eyes again. When their eyes met they both knew immediately what the other wanted to do. Zecora rolled off of Big Mac while he moved to one side of the bed. Zecora laid down on her back with her head on the pillow and spread her legs. Big Mac got up over her and guided the head of his cock to her labia and pressed it lightly against her. “Ready?” asked Big Mac.

“I cannot even begin, to tell you how much I want you to put it in,” replied Zecora. Big Mac closed his eyes and pushed his cock into her black pussy. The fit was perfect; even though Big Mac was large, Zecora was tall. Zecora wailed as he slid into her, gripping the sheet and pillow. Big Mac’s chest pressed against Zecora’s the more he pushed in; his cock going in past the ring and almost to the base. Now as deep as he thought he could go, Big Mac and Zecora looked into each other’s eyes again. Zecora put her arms around the back of his neck and they kissed and Big Mac started pumping in and out her.

There was no doubt that Zecora was enjoying herself with how much she moaned and how wet her pussy was getting. For Big Mac, it was more than just good sex, it felt liberating. All of the anxiety he had been feeling about his shoulder and sex life had vanished. For once, he wanted a mare as much as she wanted him; maybe even more. Zecora was right, he just needed to take a chance and take the initiative in a relationship. He had, and he was now having the most intimate moments with a mare ever, where their bodies seemed built for one another.

Big Mac could feel his climax building inside him, and Zecora’s building in her body. Her cunny-honey flowed out from around his cock as her pussy started to squeeze him. He had his chest firmly pressed against her chest, her hard nipples almost scratching him. Zecora moaned into his ear, “A better cock there could not be, please release it inside of me.” Big Mac lifted himself up so he could get some better leverage. He pulled out his cock enough so that the ring slid out of her pussy and then gave several quick deep thrusts, having his ring slam into her clit and grind along her labia each time.

Zecora screamed in ecstasy and Big Mac grunted as he based his cock into her on the final thrust. He bit the nape of her neck and she clawed his back as he shot his spunk deep inside her and she clamped down onto his cock simultaneously. After four generous spurts of spunk, both Big Mac’s and Zecora’s bodies relaxed and they slumped down against one another. After catching their breath, Zecora looked up at Big Mac, “You give me the shakes. Big Mac, you have my thanks.”

“Thank you Zecora.” Big Mac and Zecora kissed basking in their afterglow, tongues playing with each other. Big Mac could only think, “Thank you Zecora, for everything.”