She was, by far, the most beautiful specimen he’d ever laid eyes on.
It was safe to say that the portion of the soirée that preceded her appearance wasn’t exactly the most exciting for Big Macintosh. Those that had thrown the party couldn’t possibly be faulted for his disinterest; it just wasn’t his kind of thing, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why Applejack had invited him along. Big Mac was a simple pony who enjoyed the simple things in life. His type of party typically consisted of family and close friends relaxing in a low-key location, with low-key activities going on in a low-key manner. No fanciness, no frills. Just a good old-fashioned shindig. Everything that this hoity-toity party was not.
The only outlier to his usual predilection for simple things was his taste in mares.
This wasn’t to say that Big Mac was some sort of snob. Stunning good looks were not a requirement for garnering his interest. He was simply a sucker for a pretty face and a lovely form, and there was nothing wrong with that. And as it turned out, the mare that had caught his eye possessed both those things.
She had to be a model. If she wasn’t, she very easily could have been. She was tall, nearly as tall as he was. Her coat was a pristine white, and her lovely face was framed by a cascading powder pink mane. And her body...those long, slender legs, that tight waist, the gentle curve of her rump...every single little detail screamed out to him, rendering him practically lovestruck before he’d even found the opportunity to move closer to her, let alone speak to her.
She hovered amongst the elite, those hoity-toity ponies, as if she were a beautiful angel touching down from the heavens to brighten up the crowd. Every move she made, Big Mac’s eyes followed. His conscience attempted to step in and inform him that staring like this was a tad uncomfortable, but its efforts were so fruitless, it might as well have been speaking to a wall. The mare was clearly in Big Mac’s sights, having wormed her way flawlessly into his mind. Now it was just a matter of convincing his legs to activate and trod him in her direction.
And then, as if fate had insisted upon it, her attention turned towards him.
Big Mac’s first instinct was to look away. Surely, she would find it odd that he was just staring at her like this. He could very easily pass it off as a quick glance while turning in another direction if he reacted fast enough.
Despite his instincts, Big Mac did nothing of the sort. He knew he wanted to talk to this mare. Coming off as shy would likely get him nowhere. So instead, he steeled himself and made eye contact. Even that little bit of eye contact threatened to weaken his knees. Those purple eyes bore into his own green ones, almost as if they were daring him to try and look away while attempting to hold onto his gaze at the same time. Big Mac wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it certainly felt like an eternity, or at the very least, long enough for the prolonged eye contact to become awkward.
And then she smiled.
Big Mac only just barely noticed the smile. He was too lost in her eyes to look elsewhere, but its radiance shone brightly enough to nudge into his peripherals like an all-too-welcome invader. It begged to be reciprocated, and he couldn’t leave a lady begging. The corners of his mouth crept up into what he certainly hoped was a smooth grin, one which grew when he finally realized that she was walking in his direction.
The mare strode towards him with unparalleled grace, and the kind of confidence that convinced those in her path to move out of the way without a single word needing to be said. Big Mac’s nerves were screaming out at him to abandon ship, but his heart, as well as another integral part of him, refused to let him do so. Those long, beautiful legs of hers made short work of the ground between them, and Mac quickly found himself face to face with the prettiest mare he’d ever laid eyes on.
“Bonsoir,” the mare purred, her voice deep yet perfectly feminine.
Mac panicked inwardly. Of course he would pick the mare who spoke a different language. He took a breath, trying to remember back to the Prench classes he’d taken in school.
“Eh...mon panier est plein d’anguilles,” Mac replied, keeping his smile up. The mare stared at him, a playful half-smile crossing her face.
“Did you just say that your cart is full of eels?” she asked, clearly trying her best not to laugh.
“Guess I did,” Mac replied, a bit of sweat collecting on his brow. “I...uh...Prench ain’t really my strong suit.”
“I know that now,” the mare said, clearly amused. “It was cute of you to try though.”
Mac silently thanked Celestia for the fact that his red coat made it hard to make out a blush. He took another breath and smiled, holding out a hoof. “Big Macintosh.”
“Fleur de Lis,” Fleur responded, placing her hoof daintily in his. “Enchante.” Mac stared down at the pristine hoof, his mind practically screaming at him to make a move, but not sure whether it was appropriate or not. All the romance novels he’d certainly only read out of boredom had very specific instructions on what to do when meeting a mare and holding her hoof.
“Oh, go ahead and do it, dear,” Fleur said, giving him a knowing look. “I know you’re thinking about it.”
The mare was quite intuitive, it seemed. Mac nodded, then abided the silly thoughts in his head, lifting her hoof up and giving it a gentle kiss. He watched as Fleur smiled a coy little smile, catching the slightest hint of red on her cheeks.
“Such a gentlecolt,” Fleur said, giving him a wink. The pale purple eye shadow accented her perfect features, and Mac was starting to feel like he never wanted to stop looking at this face. “So what brings you to this event tonight?”
“Sister dragged me along,” Mac replied, lowering her hoof from his face but unwilling to let go of it. From the looks of it, Fleur didn’t seem too opposed to his refusal to relent. “Her marefriend’s busy hobnobbing with the upper crust and all, and she thought it’d be good for me to-“
“Dear, I’m terribly sorry,” Fleur suddenly interrupted, leaving the stallion a bit surprised. “I’m afraid I can barely hear you over the music here.”
“Really?” Mac asked, glancing back towards the orchestra. To say that they were playing quietly was an understatement. Mac could practically hear the conversations between ponies all the way across the room.
“Indeed,” Fleur said, giving a gentle nod of her head as she lowered her hoof back to the ground. “Perhaps we should relocate to somewhere a little...quieter.”
Mac raised a brow. Maybe the mare was just hard of hearing?
“You sure?” Mac asked. “I mean, I can hear you just-“
And then he caught sight of the look in Fleur’s eyes. A deep, meaningful look, piercing his beauty-induced ignorance and staring directly into his soul. A positively hungry look.
“I mean...what?” Mac said, a smidge louder as realization struck. “Couldn’t quite make that out.” The mare rolled her eyes and smiled a satisfied smile.
“Come come,” Fleur said, turning tail towards the nearest exit. Mac hesitated for only the briefest of moments, but even that was long enough for Fleur to light her horn and give him the tiniest of pulls in her direction with her magic. This mare was something else. She was willing to take what she wanted, and that turned him on immensely. His hooves quickly moved to follow the angel wherever she was leading him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his sister and Rarity watch him depart, and was certain he’d caught a glimpse of a smirk from Rarity and a glare from Applejack, but none of that really concerned him at the moment. All he was focused on was Fleur.
Mac couldn’t believe his luck as Fleur opened a door to lead him into an unoccupied guest bedroom. He tried to suppress the impure thoughts he was having about the beautiful creature who seemed to have taken as much interest in him as he had in her.
“Ah, peace and quiet,” Fleur said, turning to Mac to give him another award-winning smile. Mac’s attention was immediately drawn to those gorgeous, full lips of hers. They were dotted with a tiny bit of lipstick that matched her eye shadow, and Mac could think of nothing more than the idea of feeling those lips against his.
“Eeyup,” Mac agreed, doing his best to shoot a roguish smile back at her. Flirtatiousness did not come naturally to the farm pony, but he was more than willing to try. He watched the mare glide across the room as if she were secretly an alicorn who had learned to hide her wings from sight. Every move she made exuded grace, even the way she sat down on the plush bedspread. He was so hypnotized by the way her perfect rump sank into the mattress that he barely noticed her hoof pat the space next to her.
“Come sit with me, Big Macintosh,” Fleur said, batting her eyelashes. “I do so enjoy having a handsome stallion by my side.”
If Mac could have teleported to her side, he would have done so in an instant. Instead, he had to make due with the speed of his stride as he walked over to meet her. The bed noticeably groaned under the weight of its new occupant as he sat next to the beauty. A part of him remained nervous and insisted that he leave a small space between himself and Fleur, but he ignored that part. The feeling of her soft coat against his side was almost as intoxicating as the smell of her floral perfume, and as if by instinct, he slipped a hoof around the unicorn. He normally wouldn’t be so forward, but having been invited to a bedroom by her already, he figured it wasn’t too unwelcome.
“Goodness, Macintosh, those forelegs are rock hard!” Fleur swooned, leaning into him and practically draping her lean frame over his thicker one.
“Heh...I do a lot of farm work,” Mac chuckled, quickly growing quite happy with the feeling of the lovely mare in his grasp.
“I do like a stallion who’s rock hard,” Fleur whispered into his ear.
Mac’s cheeks managed to burn bright enough to even be noticed on his red coat. He turned to look at Fleur and attempted to throw a flirty line back at her, but such efforts were silenced when he felt those full, luscious lips make contact with his. Any attempts to speak were quickly abandoned as Mac wrapped his other foreleg around Fleur, sighing happily into the kiss. The way that Fleur took the lead in the kiss amazed Mac, and even though all those romance novels had talked about the big, strong stallion being in charge, he was beyond okay with Fleur usurping that position. Nothing turned him on more than a mare in charge. Well, few things.
“Mmm,” Fleur sighed as she pulled away from the kiss, positively beaming as her hooves ran up and down Mac’s back. “Oh, I’m very happy we met, Big Macintosh.”
“Eheh...y-you can just call me Mac if you like,” Mac said, grinning like an idiot.
“I’ll call you whatever I like, dear,” Fleur said, with a degree of authority that drove Mac wild. “And from the way you’re reacting, I’d imagine you’re quite alright with that, aren’t you?”
“Heh...eeyup,” Mac admitted. He bit his lip as he tried to adjust himself to be more appropriate. Things were moving very fast, but he was still a gentlecolt, and felt the need to attempt to hide his growing erection from the dominant mare.
Fleur, however, would have none of it. Mac felt her hoof suddenly make contact with his chest. Like an obedient dog, he allowed the smaller mare to have her way as she pushed, letting her topple him onto his back.
“You’re quite the pushover for such a big stallion, you know,” Fleur cooed, her perfectly-manicured hoof still pressing lightly on his chest. “You really like letting a mare lord over you, don’t you? I could do anything I wanted to you and you’d allow it without hesitation, wouldn’t you?”
Any hope of Mac hiding his erection from Fleur were dashed once he fell into this position. He blushed intensely as it stood at full attention right there in front of Fleur. From the way her eyes focused directly on the prize and the sight of her tongue darting across her lips, she was obviously a fan of what she saw.
“I asked you a question, Big Macintosh,” Fleur said, pushing a bit harder against his chest with her hoof. There wasn’t a lot of strength behind her frame, and Mac could have easily pushed her out of the way, but he had no desire to. He was putty in Fleur’s hooves.
“Y-yes, ma’am!” Mac stammered out. He wasn’t quite sure where the “ma’am” had come from, but it felt just fine, and Fleur seemed to appreciate it, if the grin that crossed her face was any indication.
“Oh, you’re going to be a lot of fun,” Fleur said, lowering herself down and draping her frame over him. Mac nodded in agreement, bringing his forelegs up to hold the mare close. Fleur shifted her hind legs to properly straddle her catch, and the stallion shuddered with delight as he felt her body rest atop his raging erection. His hooves couldn’t help but explore the beauty atop him, running up and down her back before one came to rest on a cutie mark.
“Heh...” Mac chuckled, letting that hoof slide along Fleur’s delectable curves. “I...uh...I don’t usually move this quickly with a mare...” He couldn’t quite pinpoint why he’d chosen to tell her that, but it was out there now.
“Then I must be quite the special one, hm?” Fleur teased, before giving him a peck on the lips. “I promise you I’m the same, but I saw you across the dance hall and just...well, I suppose I was smitten. But from the looks of it, so were you.” She giggled softly and shifted ever so slightly. Her belly, soft yet beautifully tight, felt wonderful against Mac’s stallionhood as it heaved in and out, and he couldn’t help but shift his hips ever so slightly to rub against it.
“Aren’t you the eager one?” Fleur teased, giving the stallion beneath her a playful wink as she put a little more weight down on his shaft. “Rubbing against me so intently...you were such a gentlecolt moments ago, but look at how lewd you’ve suddenly become.” She leaned forward to bite gently at Mac’s ear, then gave it a lick before pulling back. “Not that I’m complaining, of course.”
Mac shuddered with delight at the bite. There was no way Fleur could have known it, but that was a typical move of his when he found himself atop a mare. Her dominance over him was further solidified by that little action, whether it was intentional or not.
“Heh...can’t help it, ma’am,” Mac said, biting his lip at the pleasure he was receiving just from humping her belly. “Not when you’re more beautiful than all of Celestia’s sunrises put together.” He managed a roguish grin as he watched Fleur blush and giggle at the compliment.
“Oh, you’re just adorable,” Fleur sang, nuzzling at Mac’s neck and licking him there as well. “I could just eat you up.”
Mac’s shaft wasn’t the only part of him that was stiff after that comment.
He knew that she must have meant it innocuously, just as one of those things one pony said to another. She seemed the intuitive sort, but there was absolutely no way that she had guessed that kind of thing. Intended or not, that one little comment had sent his mind racing.
Big Mac was, by most intents and purposes, a rather normal pony. Other than his interest in a dominant mare, his tastes were rather vanilla. This, however, was only referring to feasible acts. When it came to that of pure fantasy, all bets were off. He was never quite sure what caused this interest to spawn. He wasn’t sure if there was even a reason at all. All he knew was that the idea turned him on immensely. That was the way it had been as long as he could remember.
He caught himself staring at Fleur’s lips, and the way her tongue ran across them. Lewd images danced in his mind, completely impossible scenarios. The idea of her meaning that previous sentence quite literally, of those lips opening up to accept him, to wrap around him and-
“Oooh...you’d actually like that, wouldn’t you?”
Mac’s eyes widened. He’d been silent for far too long. Of course she’d picked up on it. The stallion stammered a bit, the growing grin on Fleur’s gorgeous face not helping matters.
“Wh-what?” Mac spat out, taken aback but still rock hard under the mare’s body. “What do you...I have no idea what you’re...I mean...”
A white hoof rested itself over Mac’s mouth. Fleur was absolutely beaming as she stared down at Mac, quite pleased with herself.
“Shh,” Fleur said, winking at Mac once more. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you tensed up when I said what I said. Now, I’m going to remove my hoof from your mouth–after you give it a kiss, because I do rather like the attention–and then you’re going to admit what you were thinking after I mentioned how I could just eat you up.” The mare placed a meaningful emphasis on each of those last three words, staring into Mac’s eyes like she was attempting to peer into his very soul.
Mac was dumbfounded, but he couldn’t bring himself to disobey a request from the thoroughly dominant mare. He gave the hoof a gentle kiss, trembling ever so slightly as it was removed from his mouth. He had never talked about this to anypony, but he could tell that she already had him dead to rights and knew it to be so. There was no getting out of this.
“I mean...” Mac started, his shaking somewhat soothed by the way Fleur stroked his mane with a hoof. “It’s just...I have no idea how I got interested in the idea, but...I dunno, just the idea of a pony...y’know...”
“I know, but I want to hear you say it,” Fleur said, still using that hoof to attempt to calm him down.
“Y’know...” Mac repeated, interrupting himself with a little gulp. The correlation was entirely unintentional. “...Eating another pony.”
The concept sounded even more crazy to Mac now that he’d verbalized it than it did when it was simply a thought. Every single part of him wanted to run and hide. Or at least, almost every single part, as his stallionhood was as stiff as ever.
“Mhm,” Fleur said, smiling brightly. “Good colt, listening to me like that. I know that must have been very hard for you to admit, and I’m very proud of you for doing so.” She leaned in to kiss the stallion softly, then pulled back with a smile. “And you know, that interest isn’t quite as uncommon as you might think.”
“It’s not?” Mac asked. The concept of anypony but him having thoughts like that was alien to him.
“It’s not,” Fleur repeated. The mare rested her front hooves on Mac’s chest, crossing them daintily. Then she licked her lips, making them nice and wet. “I bet you’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you? Why, you’d love it if I just gobbled you up like a common snack...savoring in your taste, before tucking you away in my belly for who knows how long...”
Mac had never been brought to orgasm by words alone, but this was certainly the closest he’d ever come to it. Hearing her voice his most niche of interests with such raw desire was almost more than he could take. The big, strong stallion squirmed under the lovely mare, cheeks burning so brightly it was a wonder his head didn’t spontaneously combust. The hooves that had been exploring Fleur’s rear end now traveled back up to her midsection, holding it tenderly as the idea of taking up residency there danced in his head.
“Aren’t we worked up?” Fleur asked, before giving Mac’s cheek a lick. Clearly the girl was good at keeping up the appearance of composure, because Mac’s nose had already picked up the scent of aroused mare.
“Heh...” Mac chuckled, nodding a bit. Being teased like this about such a topic was still embarrassing, but at least it was all good-natured. “Shame it ain’t...y’know, possible.” He grinned awkwardly at Fleur, expecting a comment of agreement. Instead, he was met with what appeared to be a devious gaze.
“Who says it’s impossible?” Fleur asked.
Mac stared at the mare as if she had three heads, none of which were capable of performing the act that she had been teasing him over.
“I mean...” the stallion said, still rubbing at Fleur’s sides. “I...uh...don’t rightly think I could fit in there.”
“Not at the moment, no,” Fleur answered. “But you’d be surprised at what magic can do.”
It was starting to dawn on Mac that maybe, just maybe, Fleur was being entirely serious. It seemed impossible, but Fleur was speaking with such certainty that it was hard not to believe her.
“You’re serious...?” Mac asked dumbly. Fleur giggled and gave his lips a little lick.
“Very much so,” Fleur responded. “I take it this is something you’re interested in? You certainly are delicious enough, if these tastes I’ve been taking are any indication. I would love to begin referring to you as Big Snackintosh.” The mare hummed and rolled over, remaining on Mac but now with her back to him. She placed her hooves on his and brought them down to her delightfully fit middle. “Don’t you want to go in there, sweetheart? All cozy and warm, safe in the confines of my belly?”
Mac’s hooves felt like they were moving on autopilot as they rubbed Fleur’s belly, her hooves still resting on them. His mind was stuck on the whole concept, no matter how illogical it seemed to be.
“But...wouldn’t that...y’know...hurt?” Mac asked, patting Fleur’s midsection idly. “I mean...when you eat something...”
“Big Macintosh,” Fleur said with authority, glancing back at him. “I’ve grown very fond of you in this short time together, and I plan on spending much more time with you. Do you really think I would be talking about doing this if you would be harmed by it?” One of her hooves reached back behind Mac’s head, lovingly stroking his mane. “Do you trust me enough to let me fulfill your fantasy?”
Mac gazed into Fleur’s beautiful eyes. She seemed so genuine in every word she said. It was nigh impossible to not believe her, even in the face of something which was certainly supposed to be impossible. His hooves now grew still, remaining on her belly and marveling at the gentle motions that came with the cadence of her breathing. It was clear how much she wanted him to trust her, and the promise of experiencing the one thing he always wanted but never thought he could have was addicting. The choice seemed obvious.
“I trust you,” Mac finally replied. “But I gotta admit, I still don’t get how it would work...”
“Then allow me to show you!” Fleur practically sang. The mare rolled off of Mac, eyeing him hungrily as she pulled herself to a sitting position on the bed. And “hungrily” really was the proper word to describe it, given what was allegedly about to happen. Mac bit his lip, erection standing tall and proud as he looked up and down that perfect body, though the majority of his focus bounced between her luscious lips and her tight midsection. How in Equestria did she intend to fit him in either of those two places?
Mac suddenly felt a tingling from the tip of his ears all the way down to the soles of his hooves. A quick glance at Fleur revealed a glowing horn. Not a surprise; she had implied that she would be using magic earlier. The question lied in what spell she was going to be using. Was she going to teleport him straight inside her? That seemed like it would be rather uncomfortable for both parties, although probably a bit more for her. Maybe she was going to perform some manner of body horror trick? That didn't seem too feasible, as her body was anything but horrible.
Mac raised an eyebrow as he looked at that non-horrible body. It seemed...a bit bigger than before. In fact, everything was starting to look a whole lot bigger.
Mac wondered why he hadn't considered this possibility as the magic took effect, shrinking him more and more as the seconds passed.
The list of things that scared Mac was pretty short, but this had earned the distinction of ranking among that list. For a pony who was used to being larger than the average pony, even to the point of having the word "Big" in his name, suddenly being not big was more than a bit unnerving. By the time the tingling had stopped, the bed he was sitting on was massive, the pillows at the head of it seemed like they could crush him, and Fleur...
"Maybe we shouldn't be calling you Big Macintosh for the time being."
The mare was huge. The perfectly-manicured hoof that had previously felt small against his chest was now resting in front of him, looking more like a perfectly-manicured mountain.
A part of Mac's mind had already gone into fight-or-flight mode, but he valiantly fought that instinct off. As frightening as the situation was, he had told Fleur he trusted her and meant it. He found himself unceremoniously plucked from the bedspread by Fleur's magic.
"Oh, you're so cute like this!" Fleur bubbled as she flopped onto her back, making sure to hold Mac safely in the air so as not to accidentally harm him. The tiny stallion flailed his legs impotently before he was lowered back onto the soft white bed. It took him a few moments to remember that the blankets on the bed were actually purple, and only a moment more to realize that he had been placed on Fleur's proportionally-tremendous belly.
"I certainly think you'll fit now, dear," Fleur purred. She giggled softly, and the soft belly that Mac had been placed on–the belly, he quickly realized, that would soon contain him–began to bounce. Mac tried his best to hold on, but was met with a distinct lack of places to do so on her perfect body. He found himself tumbling for the briefest of moments before his hooves finally found a place to hold on to. He breathed a sigh of relief as he gained his bearings, trying to figure out just what the fleshy protuberance that had saved him was. Once he caught sight of Fleur's tall white thighs on either side of him, he had a pretty good idea.
"Naughty colt," Fleur chided as Mac felt her magic lift him once more. "You can play with those another time."
Mac floated through the air, gazing down upon the pristine alabaster expanses of Fleur's body. Now that he had a moment to process things and wasn't falling headlong into a faceful of teat–not the worst way to go, but startling nonetheless–the reality of the situation was starting to dawn on him. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought that being eaten by a beautiful mare would be possible. It was one of those insane, off-the-wall concepts that he’d dismissed long ago as nothing more than a fantasy. As he was brought ever closer to the tremendous and stunning face of the lounging Fleur, he found himself shuddering with anticipation at a dream about to come true.
“Oh, you look just delectable,” Fleur cooed, making sure to keep her voice down. Any louder would likely have hurt the miniature pony’s ears. She positioned her catch right in front of her mouth, and Mac watched with rapt attention as her tongue, larger than him by itself, darted across those full lips. “I hope you’re ready for a nice stay, Little Mac, because I’m going to slip you right between these lips, savor every single bit of your flavor while you’re in my mouth, and then swallow you down into my belly. And you’re not leaving until I say so. Do you understand?”
Mac attempted to respond, but the very tip of Fleur’s hoof attempted to rest over his lips. The size difference resulted in his entire face being covered.
“Shh,” Fleur whispered. “Food does not talk.” The mare grinned naughtily, then shifted slightly. “And now I’m worked up as well. Maybe I’ll have to handle that while you’re inside. I hope you don’t mind, but you’re not exactly in the position to take care of me like that.” Then she tapped a hoof to her chin. “Although maybe that’s an idea for another time...”
Mac felt about ready to explode at the implications. The whole situation already had him on a hair trigger, and the picture that Fleur’s last comment injected into his mind had him ready to burst.
Mac’s inner monologue was interrupted by a sudden warm wetness, as Fleur’s massive tongue pressed itself between his hind legs. The pint-sized stallion shuddered with delight as he was licked straight up the middle, only just barely able to keep from climaxing right then and there. He was thankful for this fact, as doing so might have made quite the unfortunate mess when Fleur’s tongue licked over his face.
“Tres magnifique!” Fleur swooned, momentarily forgetting about keeping her volume down. The booming voice shook Mac, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. “Oh, I can’t wait to have the whole thing!” She gave Mac a wink. “Go ahead and take a nice, long look at where you’ll be going, dear.”
Fleur opened her mouth wide, and even if she hadn’t told Mac to stare, he would have been doing just that. The tongue that had just caressed him was lying in wait to have him once more, and that was only the beginning of what felt like miles of Fleur’s inner flesh, dripping wet and waiting to accept him. Her pearly white teeth lined the beginning of it, but past those, it was a very long and very slimy way down. Her breath, delightfully minty fresh, bathed him in warmth, and he wanted nothing more than to get in there.
“Almost time now, Little Mac,” Fleur whispered. “Almost time to make a snack out of you. Just a liiiittle while longer, and–“
And then, without warning, Mac was plunged inside. That Fleur was a tactical genius, waiting for his guard to be down before thrusting him towards his destination.
Mac found himself resting on the tongue that had just sampled him moments ago. He considered trying to gain his footing, but that consideration quickly went out the window. He chose instead to nuzzle his face against the strong, slick muscle, reveling in the moment and the knowledge of what else to come. Fleur let out a hum of delight and approval, a sound which echoed all around her little morsel. Mac turned to take a look at his surroundings, still illuminated due to his captor’s mouth hanging open. Looking at the outside world from inside a mouth was a unique experience. His entire world at this moment was framed by her dripping maw, strands of saliva connecting from the tips of her top row of teeth to the very surface he was resting on.
"Resting" soon became a poor word to describe Mac's present state, as Fleur's tongue began to move. The mare giggled quietly to herself as she began to play with her food, rolling the small stallion over her tongue. She was quite talented with that tongue–a feature which Mac often liked in mares, but he usually discovered this talent in a completely different fashion. The sides of Fleur's tongue rolled upwards, the slick muscle now cradling his body. Mac had landed face down, and the poor worked-up stallion couldn't help but rub his stallionhood against the slightly-bumpy surface.
Mac heard another giggle from all around him as Fleur very likely realized what he was doing. The next thing he knew, her tongue lurched upwards, pressing him carefully between it and the roof of her mouth. The light from outside was snuffed out as the mare closed her mouth, leaving Mac in total darkness. Still, he continued to hump against that tongue, addicted to the feeling of warm wetness surrounding him. He felt an odd pulling feeling around him, and quickly deduced that Fleur had started sucking on him as if he were some manner of hard candy. As a fresh wave of saliva soaked Mac’s face, he couldn’t take it anymore. The stallion cried out in ecstasy as he climaxed, coating that small section of Fleur’s tongue in a white that was soon washed away and down her throat. The idea that he would soon be following wasn’t lost on Mac, but he was too overtaken by pleasure to do anything about it.
Mac found himself nudged off to the side by Fleur’s tongue, rolling past her teeth and against the inside of her cheek. The tip of her tongue rejoined him there, giving him a few nice licks to clean up the bit of seed that remained on his coat. He was then deposited back on the tongue, and his vision returned as Fleur opened her mouth once more. This lasted long enough for Mac to get one more look down the long, tight passageway that was her throat. Then her mouth closed again, and Mac found himself tumbling towards the back of her throat. The mare swallowed, and down he went.
The feeling of being held between Fleur’s tongue and the roof of her mouth was nothing compared to the tightness of her throat. Its walls hugged Mac tightly, all the while pushing him down with no concern for the fact that he was a living being. For what seemed like an eternity, although it was likely only a few seconds, Mac was pulled down that snug tube, completely unable to move even a single limb. Finally, he found mobility once more as he was unceremoniously dumped into Fleur’s waiting stomach.
Compared to Fleur’s throat, her stomach was incredibly spacious; a strange thought considering how trim she was. When Mac was this small, though, everything was huge to him, especially the cavernous gut which would house him for who knew how long. The pint-sized stallion rolled along the smooth, taut surface until he reached the pit, coming to a stop and finally getting a moment to gain his bearings. It had finally happened. His fantasy, one which he had long ago written off as impossible, had become reality. His hooves rubbed wantonly against the inner lining of Fleur’s stomach, hugging the flesh affectionately. At the same time, he felt that surface push in against him.
“Mmm, c’est délicieux...” Fleur mused as she sat on the bed, one hoof playfully pushing against her belly, then kneading it. She was certain Mac had landed somewhere around there, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of jostling him around inside there. “I’m terribly sorry I didn’t speak to you during the process, dear, but a lady does not speak with her mouth full.” She gave her belly a pat, a satisfied smile crossing her face. “I’m not even sure you can hear me properly in there, my little morsel. I’ve never been on your end of this.”
The voice boomed around Mac, but unlike when he was in front of Fleur’s face, her words weren’t very clear. Everything was muffled, but Mac could tell by the sound of her voice that she was very pleased with herself and was likely teasing him once more.
“Go ahead and rest in there, Little Mac,” Fleur said with a happy sigh. “The spells I’ve cast on you will keep you safe and sound until I’m ready to let you out. But I’d guess you’re in no rush to leave, are you?”
Mac was sent tumbling once more as Fleur pulled herself to a standing position. The idea of being a helpless passenger inside such a beautiful mare’s body had him almost ready to burst once more. Soon, the gentle motions of Fleur’s gait began, and as Mac snuggled up against the walls of her stomach for a nice comfy nap, he couldn’t help but think about what a lucky little snack he was.
As Fleur returned to the party, she let out a happy sigh. It had been quite a long time since she’d found a stallion to do this with, and such a handsome one at that. Mac reminded her of a more down-to-earth Fancy Pants, right down to his interest in occupying a nice belly. She glanced surreptitiously from side to side before rubbing her belly with a hoof. She’d probably give him a good hour or two in there and then teleport him out. It seemed like the best way to do things.
After all, they could always save the full tour for round two.
