Twilight Sparkle’s personal laboratory wasn’t exactly built with spacious designs in mind. Now, living in a magical grand castle made up of Crystals and Sun knows what does have its perks. It let her have a fresh new home after her first was destroyed by Tirek, was built in the span of mere seconds, and was both home and fortress for her fellow Elements and close friends. The transition period to settle in did take a little time, but Twilight had few complaints concerning the vastly larger residence. It had somehow even knew she’d want a room dedicated to her research of all things in Equestria, magic or otherwise.
Now when she’d first set up the room, it had certainly appeared spacious enough to give her plenty of area to work with. After installing new equipment and adjusting little things here and there to her liking - blinds on the windows helped for those experiments that required darkness or a cooler room on a hot summer day - she still could move about without feeling so cramped. But in the midst of her latest endeavor, the Princess of Magic was finding it quite...cramped.
Especially with her fellow Element of Harmony, Applejack, staring her down with folded arms, a stern frown, and a practiced glare Twilight imagined still made Applebloom quiver when she was busted during one of her and the CMC’s shenanigans.
“Y'all wanna try ta run that by me again? Real slow like.” AJ said. Her tone wasn’t harsh on Twilight’s ears, but the apple farmer wasn’t one to mince words when she had to.
“I just wanted to use Big Macintosh for an experiment. A safe experiment!” Twilight insisted, holding her hands up defensively as AJ’s eyebrow rose up in suspicion. “It’s for my research!”
“What kind of research is needin’ mah big bro standin’ in here with no shirt on and you gettin’ all up on him, dressed like that?” AJ questioned, nodding at the alicorn researcher. Twilight spared a glance down at her attire: perhaps the black mini-skirt and short sleeved white shirt were a touch suggestive. The skirt only came to mid-thigh, barely able to go lower on her thick hips. Her shirt didn’t display anything obscene, but with how tight it was on her figure, it left little to wonder just how big Twilight’s chest was now compared to her old self. The pulled back ponytail and half-rim glasses completed the ‘sexy scientist’ look, she realized, and she gave a small tug on her lab coat.
“Now, Applejack, hold on. First of all, this outfit was Rarity’s suggestion, not mine. She wouldn’t stop going on about ‘working what I got’, or however she said it.” Twilight insisted while gesturing a hand at herself, “second, your brother’s shirtless so my instruments can study his vitals accurately; clothing can interfere sometimes.” Twilight walked past her friend to approach the nearby seated Big Macintosh, the red farmer relaxed and silent while a piece of straw dangled from the corner of his mouth. Being without a shirt put the impressive stallion’s physique on display, it was true; Twilight had taken her time in delicately applying her nodes on certain spots of Mac’s forearms, biceps, and pectorals. He’d been quiet thus far short of a few assenting grunts and “eeyup”s to her questions before Applejack had shown up.
“Third; I’m trying to work on an improved and more accurate spell designed to help ponies out. I needed a prime example of a healthy, fit, strong stallion to use as my basis. We really can’t get far beyond Macintosh’s level unless you want me to go borrow Rockhoof and use him instead?”
“...alright, fine, maybe I’m jumpin’ the gun a bit.” Applejack said, resting her hands on her jean-clad hips. “Ah just know ah pay attention ta things round here more than folks think. Watchin’ out fer mah friends’ sakes. Ah know y'all been toyin’ round with some magic shenanigans. Ya went from a twig to a cover girl in short time, Twi. Then Fluttershy went and tangled herself in with some of her boys. Then ah hear Dash braggin’ bout havin’ a buck and tumble with the Bolts after dabblin’ a bit herself in y'all's stuff.”
“...ponies in this town really do talk too much.” Twilight commented, looking aside.
“What’re ya even trying to fix? Ya said this is to help ponies out. Is there some kind of magic bug goin’ round or such?” Applejack asked.
“Look, AJ. What I did for myself, at first, was an experiment in itself. I didn’t expect to become like this, but I got what I wanted. It was by pure chance. And my thorough research, of course.” Twilight explained. “But Fluttershy’s experiences and Rainbow’s told me that it can be a focused, controlled experience. A spell that can be manifested, harnessed, and used to help other ponies. Some who feel lacking, or like they’re stuck in the wrong body. That’s how I felt. And I want to help others not suffer with that feeling.”
AJ’s expression softened, her yellow eyebrows lowering as she listened to her friend and fellow Element. “Well...shucks, Twi. I get y'all's intentions are good n’ all that. But fiddlin’ with magic and ponies is always gonna cause some tricky trouble. Ah’ve had enough of that mah self; Flim and Flam tryin’ ta con the farm out with their magic machine, Tirek takin’ magic fer himself, even that one time ya’ll made all of us gals swap cutie marks by accident. Ya gotta draw some lines, and ah always do when it comes to mah family unless ah got no choice.”
“But that’s just it, Applejack, this is entirely voluntary!” Twilight insisted. “Look, just hear me out on this. I promise, it will make sense. And if you still object to it, then I’ll go to somepony else, and I won’t hold it against you or Mac either.”
Applejack nodded her agreement, leaning back against an empty table. “Go on, then.”
The purple alicorn sighed in relief; Applejack’s stubbornness still reared its head once in awhile, but she was doing better of late in containing it. “What I’m trying to make work here is like...giving ponies the step up from where natural development stops assisting them.” She said while pulling over one of her rolling chalkboards, flipping it over from a side with complex chemical formulas to a blank side she could draw on as she spoke. Her horn glowed as a piece of chalk began to draw on said board while she continued.
“Natural magical development is a process that carries on in everypony, no matter the species or location. The same magic that gives a pegasus flight, that gives earth ponies their strength and health, that gives unicorns their magical talent; it always is a process that must run its natural course inside anypony to ensure they develop from child to adult properly. Interfering in that process can cause hindrances like stunted growth, magical weakness, even physical abnormalities. It’s part of the reason I suspect some pegasi, for instance, grow up with too small wings to sustain flight.”
“Like Applebloom’s friend, Scootaloo?”
Twilight pointed a finger at her blonde listener. “Exactly, yes. So, my theory posits this question: when the natural development process ceases and the individual is left only with outside resources to work with, what can be done to fulfill the gap between where they are, and where they should be?” Twilight’s chalk writing paused, having illustrated a simple depiction of a basic unicorn child to adulthood with a question mark in the middle of the two. “My own experience is a bit more dramatic of a sample, but it did serve to bring the question to mind. I was a mare in an alicorn body that was stunted because I didn’t grow into it naturally; it was one I was summoned into by my magic. But because I didn’t start as an alicorn, my body couldn’t keep up with the change in development.”
Applejack’s brow furrowed, but she nodded.
“So, frankly, y'all are tryin’ ta play catch up with yer magic, cuz it didn’t go as planned. And since you made it work for y'all, yer tryin’ ta see if you can do it fer others?”
“Mmhmm!” Twilight affirmed, then turned to Big Macintosh, silent and watchful. “So, in saying that, I chose to start with Earth ponies first. An Earth pony’s magical development is best demonstrated in their physical well-being. A healthy stallion or mare has many of the traits Mac here exhibits: strong body structure, solid immune system, rich, soft mane,” Twilight noted as she happened to pass her fingers through Mac’s hair, making the earth pony give a snort of notice but keeping quiet still.
“Hands, lil missy.” AJ quipped, making Twilight pause and smile bashfully at Applejack.
“But as we’ve seen, some ponies don’t get to reach full development. They grow up but their magic only goes so far, leaving them lacking in physical departments or in their unique talent. They can work out, use medical products, and other regular means to try and help but that only covers some of it. If their magic isn’t up to par, internally, then they’ll never find that balanced state they want. So my goal is to try and find a way to bring forth that magic and make it be able to be supplied to another individual.”
AJ’s quiet stare left Twilight standing still for several long, drawn-out seconds until the farmer spoke up. “Twilight, ah’m gonna need that in plain Equestrian, please.”
The lavender-colored alicorn sighed and brought a palm to her forehead, albeit gently. “I’m trying to help ponies who need more magic in their bodies by substituting the missing magic from another source. Like...watering crops by using water from another lakebed if your main one is low on said water.”
The metaphor seemed to click finally for the earth pony, whose eyes lit up in understanding and nodded. “See, y'all shoulda just led with that.”
“Yes, because Sun forbid anypony uses words with more than three syllables.” Twilight muttered to herself. AJ didn’t hear her, but Big Mac managed another snort, humored by her muttering before she continued. “What this will do is simple, and procedural. First, these runes will analyze and mimic Mac’s magical signature,” Twilight explained, pointing at said runes that were carved in a circle surrounding Mac’s seat, “Second, my magitech will read the runes’ signature and then attempt to duplicate it from myself. Me being the Element of Magic, I of course have plenty to spare.”
“Uh-huh.” AJ intoned, nodding.
“Then, third, once the readings have measured out a sufficient amount of magic to pull from me, it will then convert said magic from my signature to one matching Mac’s signature, which will be physically presented here in this container.” Twilight finished, nodding at a medium-sized beaker that rested under a glass tube that was connected to her magitech machinery. “Now, of course, there shouldn’t be any pain or harm from this process. If anything, Mac shouldn’t feel much more than a few tingles.”
Mac, quiet as always, just nodded at the science mare’s explanation. Applejack wasn’t as gung-ho, however, frowning once more. “And there ain’t no way this is gonna hurt ‘em, or backfire, or none of that? Right?”
“The chance is literally less than 1%, AJ. I wouldn’t try to deliberately harm anypony, you know that.”
“...alright. Go on, then.” AJ said, taking a seat on the other end of the room. “But ah ain’t leavin’. One wrong move here, and ah’ll shut ‘er down myself.”
Twilight rolled her eyes, but turned her attention to the shirtless Big Macintosh. “Alright, Big Mac. Ready to help further science’s cause?” His nod was all she needed before she slipped her goggles on and her horn lit up. As soon as she did, the runes began to glow as well, mimicking her aura color and shining bright in the room. The red stallion shifted in his seat, straightening up after a few seconds before he gave a small huff.
“Tinglin’ some.” He said aloud, earning a nod from Twilight.
“Step one, complete. Step two!” Twilight’s horn shined brighter, as her tech came to life and coursed with energy. An arcane rope connected from two metal poles atop the machine to Twilight herself, making her coo at the curious sensation before shaking her head, regaining her focus. The magical energy coursing through her focused at a point on her forehead, just about where her horn was she guessed, before seeming to flow out and towards her device. Ten seconds of this passed, and Twilight could see it was starting to work.
...only then did she see her machine beginning to smoke and blink its lights in disorder. The magical pull she was feeling began to fluctuate, smaller then bigger then back and forth. The strain didn’t really take a toll on the alicorn, but her eyes wandered to Mac, whose eyes were wide. He remained in his chair, seeming to be stuck as his arms and chest gave a twitch as if small shocks were zapping him through the readers attached to him.
“Lotta tinglin’!” He declared. AJ took this as a sign to act, the chair scraping on the floor as she shot up and stomped towards Twilight’s machine.
“AJ, wait, don’t do that!”
Twilight’s warning fell on deaf ears as the cowpony took one well-practiced swing of her leg and kicked out at the magitech. It was enough force to knock it off and onto its back, thereby disrupting the entire magical flow going between the machine, Twilight, and Big Mac. Twilight had all of two seconds to throw her hands up over her face before it exploded, kicking up a cloud of smoke that hid everything in the room from view. Coughing, Twilight used a simple burst of magic to both open the nearest window and to banish the smoke out said window. Her vision clear, she could see AJ fussing over her brother, pulling off the readers attached to him while he stood up.
“...why is everypony’s instinct to not listen to the scientist?” Twilight lamented, looking to her machine before addressing the two. “Are you ok, Big Mac?”
“Eeeyup. Ah’m fine now.” He intoned before AJ whirled onto Twilight.
“1% chance ya said.”
“Yes, I did. And mathematically, I was still correct, because it could still happen.” Twilight replied, unphased by her friend’s anger in favor of trying to understand what went wrong. “...perhaps its the machine unable to handle alicorn magic properly compared to basic unicorn magic?”
“Twi, is he gonna grow extra limbs or somethin’?” AJ questioned, bringing the alicorn’s attention back to the present.
“No, no. He shouldn’t. There was a feedback loop but as I said, none of the magic used was harmful or given harmful intent. At most, he’ll feel a bit wired from magical exposure and just burn out the extra energy with exercise or chores at home.” She assured the blonde. “Which is a good thing, I’d think.”
“Hmph.” AJ huffed before folding her arms and looking at the wreckage now of Twilight’s tech. “...sorry ‘bout the machine. I was goin’ on instinct: kick first, ponder later.”
“It’s fine. Knowing our luck, you might have prevented a catastrophe in doing so rather than holding off.” Twilight said, making the apple siblings both chuckle. “If anything strange does happen, Mac, just come find me and we’ll figure it out. You should be completely fine by tomorrow’s end, if not the next day. I’m sure of it.”
Two days later
“I hate magic.” Twilight intoned, her stare - lackluster and deadpan - focused on Sugar Belle seated across from her. Pinkie was present as well, since they decided to meet at Sugarcube Corner. Sugar Belle was red-faced and bashful looking before the alicorn, despite Twilight’s politeness at her arrival. The two had always gotten along just fine since her integration into Ponyville society, and she had even helped encourage her and Mac’s relationship. It had been a source of quiet delight to see the pair being in their own little world when she happened upon them out in town.
She was allowed to like the sappy romances.
“So, let me see if I got this right from you.” Twilight said, rubbing at the bridge of her nose, “Big Mac isn’t in danger, or under harm. He is, in fact, in exceptional good health according to the doctor you took him to. The issue now is that he’s...too big.”
“Mmhmm.” Sugar Belle intoned, tapping her fingers on the table.
“And when we’re saying too big, we’re not talking his height, or his weight. But his…’equipment’, lets say.”
“We couldn’t think of what could’ve made anything change for him except for that experiment he volunteered for you. It’s the only thing that’s been different for him lately. He still eats the same, talks the same, still treats me like the kind gentlecolt I know him to be.” Sugar answered, smiling to herself before her cheeks took a darker shade. “We were...making use of Applejack and the family being in town to just enjoy some time together alone. But um...well.”
“The baguette was too long for the oven? Did he butter the muffin? Put icing on the cheesecake?” Pinkie offered to help her. “The cream was too rich for the batter?”
“Pardon?”
“The rooster was too big for the hen house?”
“I don’t-”
“There was more dough than the oven could handle?”
“We used half a bottle of lubricant and I was doing splits wide enough to win the Equestrian Olympics.” Sugar Belle finally got out before covering her mouth. Pinkie’s eyebrows raised before she giggled.
Twilight groaned and let her head rest on the table in response. The cool material pressed against her forehead was only a brief relief for her headache before she rose back up. Sugar Belle’s concerned expression soothed her irritation, if only enough that she could push it down and put on a more calm face than how she internally felt.
“Well...the good part of this is, at least, Big Mac isn’t in pain or harmed. Was there anything else abnormal you could tell? Aside from the uh...increase in size?”
Sugar Belle glanced aside, a hand to her cheek. “I was still able to get him some relief. I wasn’t going to just blue ball my coltfriend. He uh...let’s just say that I’m very very grateful he keeps the water hose near the barn.”
“So increased release of fluids as well. Interesting.” Twilight noted, partially to herself and for the sake of helping Sugar Belle. “Well...have you spoken to Zecora for any natural remedies? Sometimes, trying to cure magic with more magic doesn’t wind up working out the best.”
“We did. At Big Mac’s suggestion actually.” Sugar Belle told her. “She was stumped as we were. Her words were, and I think I’m quoting it right: ‘The stud’s ailment is too enduring; for my behalf, there is no way for curing. What magic has been done, must be solved before you try more fun.’”
Twilight frowned at the wording Zecora chose, but scribbled it down in her mental notebook. “Recreating the conditions of what happened to Big Mac is simple enough for me to replicate. If I analyze each step of the process and try a few hypotheses, it’s likely I will find the answer to our dilemma. The good news is I won’t need to have Big Mac present to do this; it’ll be better that way anyway.”
Sugar Belle looked a little relieved at the alicorn’s reassurances. “Can you guess how long this may take? He’s handling things fine, so far, but I know we both don’t want this to drag on.”
Twilight did some calculations in her head and paused before offering an apologetic smile. “Uh...possibly two weeks?”
Sugar Belle frowned at this. “That...sounds a little like dragging on. A lot of it, actually.”
Suddenly Pinkie Pie’s head shot up, a lightbulb emanating above her head. Both of the other mares gave a start as an actual lit lightbulb fell from above Pinkie’s head and onto the table but not shattering, thankfully.
“I think I got it!”
“You have an idea?” Twilight questioned. “Involving advanced medical theory and intersecting chaos magic?”
“Yeah! Just smaller words.” Pinkie replied, making Twilight pout before the bubbly mare continued. “Discord told us once how chaos only works to solve itself. You can’t try applying logic to it.” At Twilight’s confused expression, she elaborated. “It’s like my Pinkie sense. You remember trying to debunk that, don’tcha?”
“It made me forever wary of any delivery ponies flying above me, for certain.”
“What’re you getting at, Pinkie?” Sugar Belle asked.
“If we wanna fix what’s going on with Mackie, we need another spot of chaos. So, we give Sugar Belle here a dose of it, she and Mackie do the horizontal tango, and they work it out!”
The unicorn pony shook her head quickly at the suggestion. “No, no, no thank you. I think my life has had enough moments of being given magic from other ponies. Even if it was miss Twilight here. No offense, Twilight.” She apologized quickly.
“None taken. But Pinkie’s theory does hold weight, in a sense. But if not you, what else could be done?”
There was calm for a few moments as both mares pondered in silence, until it was interrupted again by Pinkie Pie.
“I...I could do it.”
“Say again?” Twilight asked.
“I’d be willing to do it. To be the magic guinea pig.” Pinkie said, glancing at Sugar Belle before a nervous smile crossed her lips.
“And why would you do that? Not that you’re not a charitable mare, Pinkie, but this is serious business. Chaos magic could do anything, and-”
“Twilight. Maybe you should let her talk it out.” Sugar Belle interrupted, making Twilight pause and look at her suddenly bashful friend. Pinkie’s fingers were fiddling with one another as she glanced between the two. “But she asks a fair point. Why would you do it?”
“Well...it’s like this…”
Two Days Later
Big Mac approached the spare barn, his calm exterior ever stalwart as he made for the building. He’d finished his chores for the day, an effort that kept his mind off his problems of late. That darn experiment was the cause of it, and Macintosh knew that it wasn’t anybody’s real fault there. In a way, it helped with the chores, since he could do all of them and not even break a sweat now. It was still a source of endless frustration throughout the day, however, that he could never escape the pangs of want within himself. Worst of all was being completely incapable of exhibiting or showing those wants to Sugar Belle, as their last attempt had shown him.
He loved the darn mare to heck and back, he knew. Sometimes he’d pause by the jewelry shops in town when going to market, thinking on the idea of how a ring might look on her finger. It was still a ways off, he knew, and he was never one to rush a decision. But her smile lit up his whole world every time he saw it. It was why he’d been happy at first to see a letter from her sitting in the mailbox when he came in from harvest rounds. The letter was short enough as it was.
Dear Mac,
I know it’s been laborsome lately, with everything going on. I can’t imagine how hard it’s been on you. But I think I found a way to help us all out. I spoke with Twilight and a few others, and we came up with an idea. Come to the spare barn when you finish today, and come inside with an open mind. It’ll be a surprise, I promise!
With love,
Sugar Belle
He wasn’t sure what exactly could solve their dilemma, or need him to go to the barn alone at the end of the day. But if it meant an end to the troubles and a way for him and Sugar Belle to go back to having time together again, he was all for it. Unlocking the barn door hatch, he stepped inside, and let his gaze sweep about the very empty, very non-answer providing barn before walking inside and closing the door behind him. A bit of frustration wiggled itself into his expression at the complete lack of anything being there. Not even a “fooled you” sign in the ground.
“Alright. Who’s the darn jokester? Like ah ain’t had enough trouble lately.” Big Mac complained aloud to the barn. Neither the hay bales or the spare equipment seemed to give him an answer, making him snort through his nose. It wasn’t like Sugar Belle to play a prank on him, given how things had been of late for the beefed up stallion. She’d told him to come inside for a surprise, but there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Same old hay bales, same old stacked up empty apple baskets, same old Pinkie Pie leaning against the support beam.
“Hiya, Mackie.”
Big Mac did a double take and zeroed in on the earth pony mare. Focusing on her, he realized he should’ve really been able to pinpoint her out with how much her pink fur stood out from the usual colors of brown and yellow that would dot along the barn’s expanse. What really got his attention, however, was just how much pink he could actually see. Of course, there was always plenty of pink about a mare named Pinkie Pie, for goodness’ sake. But Macintosh wasn’t expecting to see just this much.
The earth pony had always wore her hair loose, the massive pink curls framing her face and falling down to her middle with little work needed on her behalf. There was a tiny, cute blue bow that was pinned just above her ear, a break amidst the pink that went well with the cerulean eyes she had. The look in those bright blues made him twitch; it was an inviting look he’d seen plenty of times before, but never really on the cute mare’s expression. But if her eyes weren’t the clear invitation, her choice of attire sure made a compelling statement.
Being a big girl already, Mac knew that Pinkie was a standard idea for the image of “curvy beauty”, yet somehow she’d taken things up two notches past that. Her chest stood out prominently, something he could usually ignore out of simple politeness but now seemed impossible just from the sheer size she was packing. The mountains had serious heft to them, their weight making them sag down despite the black and white tiny bra that was being used to help hold them up. How the poor thing hadn’t snapped yet was beyond the farmhand, or how it could still manage to cover the telltale bumps of Pinkie’s nipples yet still expose the darkened areola past the cloth.
Her belly and sides were bare of any other clothing, exposing the pudge of a mare who enjoyed her fair share of snacks from working in a dessert shop. Yet it wasn’t unsightly; with her height helping her, it only gave off a soft, inviting appeal that would allow anypony’s hands to sink into it if they pressed against it. Eyes trailing further down, Mac couldn’t help but swallow at the swells of her hips. By the Sun above, the mare didn’t get known for having a bouncy rump for nothing, but this was beyond sanity! The curve of her hips that led into her rear end could knock a small buck off his feet if she used enough force, he reckoned, and it was all bare to see. The only thing even trying to keep her decency from the waist down was a matching black and white pair of panties that seemed to stretch in defiance of its wearer’s cloth-breaking measurements. Her poofy tail swayed behind her, giving two flicks before settling against her leg again.
“Um,” He eloquently replied back, “Pinkie. You uh...what’re you doin’ in mah barn?”
Pinkie lifted up from the beam - Mac swore he could see it settle a little bit with her not pressing against it now - and made her way towards him. There was a sway to her walk, one Mac was familiar enough with to make his cheeks color, especially as he could literally watch the way her breasts would jiggle and move with her emphasized steps.
“Well, don’t you think this counts as a nice surprise?” she asked.
“...Yep. Color me surprised. Really.” He clipped out, chewing on his spare piece of hay. He shouldn’t be nervous around a mare as friendly as Pinkie Pie. Heck, she’s a friend to everypony in town, no less himself after all the adventures his sister had been on with her and all. But all this was...different. It didn’t help how his groin gave an unforgiving twitch at seeing the mare’s bosom shift with her steps, or even the bounce echoed in her hips. He doubted being behind her would be any more merciful, in fact.
“You’re probably thinking, ‘Gee Pinkie, why are you here in the barn, dressed up like a model for a milk commercial?’” Pinkie said. “Am I right?”
“...eeeyup.”
“Silly Mackie! Like I’d be in any sort of commercial in this getup. I’d be more set for one of Rarity’s secret magazine shoots like this. Y’know, the kind you naughty colts keep under the mattress at home.” She teased. Mac gave a weak laugh at the statement before she continued. “Didn’t you read Sugar Belle’s letter, silly billy?”
“Well, ah did. But it didn’t say nothin’ bout a pretty-er, pink mare here. Just that...well, ah’m definitely surprised, let's go with that.” He told her. “Yer lookin’ kinda different, Pinkie.”
“It’s the blue bow, isn’t it?” She replied, bringing a hand to her head to tap said bow for a moment before her hand lowered to rest on her chest. “Blue always was a nice color for me. Fluttershy said so. But I like white too. And maybe green; but orange is a bit ech.”
“...not what ah’m meanin’ Pinkie.” Mac intoned. “Y'all always been a big girl, but uh...geez. Ya look like somepony threw a can of air at ya and blew ya up some.” It took a moment in Mac’s head to hear how that sounded before he brought a hand up quickly. “N-not that it’s bad! Ain’t bad none. Ya look...um. Real purty.”
Pinkie giggled and came to a stop right in front of Big Mac, bringing her hands down and behind her to latch them onto each other. Of course, it served to push her chest out a bit more, the swollen mounds straining the cloth bikini tie keeping her breasts covered. “You’re always honest with me, Mac. I always have liked that about you, you know. And always a good friend and a helper when the town needed it.”
Mac could only nod before speaking up again. “Well. It’s only right ta help yer neighbors and friends. All of ya are mah friends, one way or ‘nother.”
There was quiet then, a silence stretching between the two ponies as Pinkie stared up into Big Mac’s green eyes, and he stared back. He had to fight to not try another glance down; land’s sakes, it wasn’t fair to tease him with that kind of view. The barn gave a light creak as the wind blew by outside, a slow breeze of afternoon air while the sun still brought light in through the windows and the few holes here and there along the barn’s woodwork walls.
It was Macintosh who broke the stare and quiet, clearing his throat and straightening up. “Pinkie...look. Ah’m in a relationship now. A real deal thing. Ah’m always here ta help and care for y'all, ah always will. But if yer in estrus or somethin’, or maybe some kind of love potion thing, or whatever, ah’ll find somepony to take care of ya.” He gave a small, nervous laugh. “I-it’s probably that, huh? One of the youngin’s probably had ya’ll try some kinda potion or drink, and now here ya are, lookin’ all beautified ‘n such, and-”
“Macintosh?”
Pinkie’s soft tone cut through his rambling like a pitchfork, and he stopped talking. He looked to her again, having glanced away at the wall while he was rambling, and saw the look on Pinkie’s face that gave him pause. She was...nervous. This wasn’t some kind of prank or joke on her part; this was something different. The confidence in her earlier steps was eroded down now to where he was looking and talking to the real mare beyond the laughs and jokes. And she wanted his proper attention. He nodded, and Pinkie sighed.
“I’m not here because of love magic, or some potion, or anything like that. Well. Sort of.” she started. “I know what happened to you from Twilight’s little experiment. You went from being regular stud to...well, a super stud of sorts. Right?”
“One way to put it. Makes chores easier a bit when one buck kick knocks the whole dang tree’s branches loose.”
Pinkie gave a small smile at the remark. “You always were real strong, Mac. Most ponies don’t think about it too much, but we all kinda grew up together. I’ve known it for a long time, ever since we were little.” Her eyes lowered to his chest, reminding Mac he’d thrown off his dirty work shirt before coming inside the barn. Pinkie continued. “Always being a good friend. A helper when a lot of other ponies would say they couldn’t do it, even if they really could. But you’re not just a bunch of brawn.”
Mac stayed quiet while she spoke, seeing a glimpse of the memories play across Pinkie’s eyes as her lips curled up into a smile. “You were always looking out for AJ, and little Apple Bloom when she came along. I always admired that; I only ever saw such devotion to family with the Cakes, before and after the twins were born. Made you a popular stallion around the mares, y’know. I won’t deny I had a few thoughts sometimes, thinking what you’d be like as a partner.”
“Think some of this here muscle might be a bit more padded with cakes and cookies and pies.”
“And a bit of ice cream too, huh?” Pinkie added, making Mac smile at her. “It’s just...I’ve always tried to go out and live life without any regrets, any thoughts of what I could’ve done. It’s kinda why the girls always see me just jumping right into things, even if I have no idea what’s coming. I could play it safe and simple, but...then there’s always that thought of ‘what if?’” Her hands came up, and she rested one on his chest. He allowed it, only looking to the pink digits as they moved amidst the red fur of his pecs.
“When Sugar Belle came along, my Pinkie sense told me that window was closed. She was the mare right for you; kind, funny, a knack for being in the kitchen to cook a good meal. I’ll never forget how I almost dropped a whole carton of eggs because my right leg wouldn’t stop tapping.” She gave a test tap with her foot on the floor, making Mac look down to see her sock-covered foot - again with that black and white splotched motif - knock on wood. It was soft but firm. “Just like that, for a minute straight. It told me right away: ‘Pinkamena Diane Pie, that mare right there is going straight to Big Mac.’”
“Well...I suppose I should thank yer right leg there, huh?” Macintosh asked.
“Don’t expect a ‘you’re welcome’. I think Sugar Belle wants all your teeth in your mouth.” Pinkie joked back. She sighed and stayed quiet for a few seconds, almost prompting Macintosh to speak before she looked up at him again. “Mac...I’m not here to try and step in between you and Sugar Belle. I wouldn’t ever want that. What this is…” She tried to reach for the words, he noted, but seemed to struggle for them, her hands fiddling with the string of her panties in lieu of anything else.
“You have a problem. A magic one, that doesn’t have the easiest solution. We tried to figure it out, me and Twilight and Discord even.” Pinkie told him. “We can’t...undo it the normal way. If we did, it could hurt you bad. Discord said that...the magic’s gotta come out of you the way it’s meant to. And since it’s kinda penned up...downstairs…”
Mac’s groin gave another twitch, making him wince before he steeled himself. Pinkie caught the look though, a touch of sympathy playing on her face. “Pinkie, ah’m doin’ alright, really. It’s gonna go away eventually, all magic does.” Macintosh told her.
“Not this time, Mackie. You and I both know if that was the answer, you’d be better by now with all the work you’ve been doing around the farm and in town.” Pinkie replied. “What I’m trying to get at…” She trailed off, lowering her hand to find Mac’s at his side and bringing it up to hold against her chest, in her grasp, “I don’t want to wonder ‘what if’ anymore. And I don’t want to see you suffer anymore either. I don’t doubt you could shoulder it all, you big lug, but you don’t have to.”
“But Sugar Belle-”
“Mac, who wrote the letter that brought you here in the first place?” Pinkie questioned, making him stop. “I’m a lot of different things, but a homewrecker isn’t one of them. Before this happened, I went to Sugar Belle first. I didn’t lie to her about anything. She deserved the truth. It was her who chose to have me try and come here to help you.” By now, Pinkie’s voice was quiet, almost a whisper but still loud enough to be heard in the otherwise empty barn. “And I’m the one who said yes. So nopony’s playing anything off anypony here. It’d just be me, you, and the hay bales witnessing two old friends giving one another some help.”
Macintosh was honestly floored by the proposal he was being fed here. He knew Pinkie wasn’t deceiving him; the mare’s emotions were as plain on her face as a billboard in Canterlot. Any stallion would be lucky to have a roll in the hay with her, especially with her own self all done up like this. “Is that why you’re...like this?”
“I had Twilight help so I could be able to take the load off you. We offered it to Sugar Belle first, but she had enough magic shenanigans, she said. So I volunteered.” She explained. “But Mac, if you really don’t want to do this, I won’t force you. Rarity might go for the whole ‘theatrical show’, but here and now, I’d just want it to be the real me you’d want. I can walk away, and this won’t be brought up again. I’d Pinkie Promise it.”
The barn stayed quiet as Pinkie’s offer hovered in the air before the red stallion, his lips clamped shut as he ran his mind over and over again on Pinkie’s words. It was true; he needed relief and needed it bad. It kept itching at the back of his mind, every time any thought of a mare would come to mind. But Sugar Belle’s face floated to the forefront of his mind’s eye, and he spoke up.
“Ah don’t question you, Pinkie. But...ah’d like ta hear it from Sugar Belle’s own lips, if that makes sense. It’d put the whole bit to rest for me.” He told her. “Ah know ya’ll ain’t no homewrecker none. After all, ah’m the one whose done pulled a whole house himself, y’know.”
He expected Pinkie to be disappointed or put out by his reply, but the mare surprised him again. She smiled, and nodded. “We both thought you might say that. Here.” With one motion of her hand, she reached into the depths of her cleavage and fished out a small envelope, presenting it to him as if she’d just picked it up off the desk and not an entirely arousing area. Holding it up, Macintosh saw his name on it, in Sugar Belle’s handwriting. A quick swipe of his finger through it opened the envelope, and he unfolded the small paper inside.
“If you got this far, Mac, then you really are the stallion of my heart. Because even with Pinkie as she is, you still wanted to wait for me. And if you’re reading this, then I know the question sitting on your ears and mind. I want you to be happy and healthy, Macintosh. That’s what any marefriend should want for her partner. And considering this unique little situation we’re in, of all the ponies we could ask, Pinkie is our best bet. She’s been one of the warmest faces I’ve come to know in town, in this new life of mine. The fact that she confessed to having old thoughts of you still tells me too, all the more. So what I’m saying, big guy…
Macintosh’s cheeks burned bright red.
...is to take that mare and rut her for all your life’s worth. Give it to her hard and good, and don’t hold nothing back. It’s for us both; you have my express permission.
With love,
Sugar Belle.
Lowering the letter, Mac cleared his throat once to try and find some words to say. When that failed, a second attempt was made but yielded nothing. It was a situation most peculiar to the stallion, and it showed on his face as he looked to Pinkie, waiting before him. The words were for sure Sugar Belle’s, he knew her handwriting plenty well enough. It was always in the L’s: she always added a little loop on them, saying it was something she learned in her youth. Any other stallion would probably be ripping their pants off and jumping in with glee, but Mac wasn’t one to just barrel right into things.
“Y’know...I remember some other things too about you, Mackie.” Pinkie said, taking a step closer. The distance between the two was small enough that her massive mounds could brush against his chest and she’d still be half an arm’s length away. “Did you know that Cheerilee’s a talkative drinker when she’s got some drinks in her?”
“O-oh. Is she now?” Mac asked. His cheeks remained inflamed as Pinkie continued.
“Told any mare who’d listen just how wild you’d be with her when you and her had that fling together. Leaving her gasping for breath every night she took you to bed, how she’d never imagine you to be so fierce…” Pinkie trailed off as her breasts pressed up to his chest, the cloth covers doing little to hide the feeling of her nipples against his skin, “...like a real wild stud, she said.”
“...C-cheerilee always did kinda...embellish things.” Mac muttered before giving a start as Pinkie’s palm cupped the front of his jeans where his groin was. His hips twitched on their own accord, making a small buck motion into her hand as she gave a small squeeze of what her hand could grasp.
“From what I’m feeling, she was being modest.” Pinkie countered, grinning at the bashful stallion. Her own cheeks were a dark red as well, he noted, while she used her other hand to tug down one shoulder strap of her top, exposing more of her breast. “Why don’t you get a feel too? I promise they’re really real. All soft and squishy and bouncy…”
Macintosh licked at his dry lips as he looked down at the offered bounty. He was losing his resistance quick, and chanced another look up at Pinkie’s face. The party mare only gave a wink in reply, before his hand came up and groped at her chest. His hand was large enough to grab ahold of many things, but Pinkie’s sheer mass dwarfed what even his fingers could grasp. As he squeezed, he gave a gasp as they sank into the pink pillow with little resistance, making the rest of her chest jiggle in response to his actions.
Pinkie gave a soft laugh, her palm continuing to rub his jean-covered groin. “Here. Let’s make it easier.” She said before letting go of him to pull on a string at her back where the top was straining. Like a switch, the entire top itself came undone, leaving the busty earth pony in only her straining panties before the shirtless stallion. Every little motion made her breasts shake and bounce, and before Mac could even think of it, his other hand was on the unoccupied breast, squeezing and letting him marvel at what he was exploring. “See? Not one ounce of plastic in these babies.”
“...Pinkie…” Mac groaned out. He felt like this had to be some kind of dream; like he’d wound up falling asleep after his chores and his weary brain had concocted some sort of lewd dream to make up for his lack of intimacy of late with Sugar Belle. “Y'all are sure? Bout all this?”
Pinkie just smiled back at him, and brought her hands up to push on the backs of his own, further pressing him into her mounds. The pink tits were easy to mould and move at his whims while she sighed in bliss. “One thousand percent sure, Mackie. My big pillows are so sensitive now...but we can’t have just me go without clothes.” A quick motion of her hand caught Macintosh off guard, as the fly of his jeans were suddenly undone along with his belt. The garment fell to the floor in a heap, allowing his nethers to feel the bare air and to breathe since that morning.
“...omigosh.” Pinkie whispered as she beheld his cock for the first time.
Mac’s stallionhood lived up to the moniker he’d been born with, much like all the rest of him; even before the accident in Twilight’s lab, he considered himself to be a male blessed with just the right genetics in the reproduction department. Long enough to best any mail-order plastic toy, thick enough to stretch any mare to the point they lost feeling in their legs from sheer ecstasy. Of course, now it almost seemed obscene in size by this point. Limp for the time being as arousal was only just beginning to course through his veins, his member was as thick as an arm, and the tip came to rest on his lower thigh. The solid jet black cock was partnered as well with a pair of swollen, weighty balls that hung beneath it and rested against his thigh for the moment. A simple shift by him was enough to make them wobble, almost as big as the very apples Mac himself harvested daily.
“...” Pinkie seemed to be in a state of stunned silence, making Mac’s groping slow down. At least until she snapped out of it and brought her own hands up to cup Mac’s cheeks. “Mac. You could’ve told me you carried a darn shotgun with you everywhere you went. Those things are dangerous!”
Mac’s response was only a humored smile, while Pinkie just grinned at him. “But, you know...this is a special kind of boomstick.” She noted, her hand coming back down to grope at the length. Her hand seemed too small almost when placed up against it, yet the stud allowed a hum to escape him at how soft it felt against his sensitive tool. She continued to pet it, stroking it with the tips of her fingers as she explored every curious inch of it, as if committing it to her memory through her digits. Mac’s own hands resumed their groping of her tits, making them heft up as he squeezed and kneaded. With little more urging needed, he leaned down and kissed Pinkie, making her eyes open in surprise before she leaned into it, cheeks reddening from it and his hands’ efforts.
A rising need burned between them as their lips parted and tongues came into play. As experienced as Mac considered himself, he knew that Pinkie was a mare with all kinds of surprises inside her. So he knew to just roll with it when he felt the mare’s longer tongue swerve around his with little effort, looking to taste him like he was a newfound dessert for her taking. She gave a sultry giggle into his mouth as his hands began squeezing harder, before giving a quick gasp when his rough palms rubbed against her nipples. He did it again, and Pinkie pulled back with a small cooing sound.
“O-oh...m-my nipples! Can you keep doing that to my little pink peppermints, Mackie?” She asked.
The stallion gave a huff before groping at both mounds of titflesh, well enough that he could give her the teasing friction she was enjoying. “Ain’t nothin’ little bout you, Pinkie. That’s plain as day.”
“N-not too big, am I?”
“Buck no.” He growled before giving her nipples a pinch with his index fingers and thumbs, causing her to squeal. Mac found himself getting more and more into the idea of claiming Pinkie with each passing second, the mare almost drooling - no, definitely drooling - as he played with her nipples. His cock was throbbing to life, swelling against the side of his leg as his lust fueled it. But he ignored it for now in lieu of the entertainment of making more noises come from Pinkie.
He made a game of trying different grips and motions, one nipple being pinched and pulled to the side while the other was pressed between two fingers for him to squeeze as he kneaded her titflesh. He’d alternate, sometimes focusing all his attention on one breast and letting the other hang loose while he toyed with her. At one point, he brought them both up, hefting the heavy weight from beneath them while lowering his head so he could nibble and lick at the erect nubs, making Pinkie gasp and moan, twitching in place under his efforts. It got to the point he could hear her mumbling to herself, and pulled back to let her have a moment’s clarity.
“Like snackin’ on cotton candy at the fair.” He commented, causing the bountiful mare to give him a loving stare before she looked down again. Her quiet made him look down too, to see that he was now fully erect. Pinkie’s earlier joke about a shotgun in his pants seemed almost prophetic: to try and measure it would be a moot point here and now. At best, he could guess that the average mare could handle taking up to a third of him; Sugar Belle had managed halfway before being made into an orgasmic, babbling mess of a mare. If that gave Pinkie Pie any pause, however, he saw none of it as she lowered herself down to her knees to eye his tool up close.
“Kinda gettin’ the idea of why this was a problem, huh?” Mac intoned, but Pinkie didn’t reply. Not right away, at least; instead, she seemed more focused on putting her muzzle up to his tip and giving it a light kiss, making a shock run up Mac’s spine. Pinkie’s red face turned into a mischievous one as she peered past his long member to his face.
“Now, Mackie, if I got scared every time a stallion showed me his big licorice stick, I’d be as spooked as Fluttershy. But this? This is a treat.” She replied before giving his tip another kiss, then another and another as she progressed into a tender makeout with the end of his cock. He could hear the wet sounds of her lips and tongue caressing him, the constant pleasure relaxing him as she held his cock up with her hands. Mac could even hear the small snorting huffs of air coming from her as she seemed to breathe in as much of his musk as she could, the smell driving her onwards.
“Whoo!” She pulled back, tossing her curly pink locks over her shoulder. Her lips were wet with saliva as much as his tip was, though her efforts so far only served to heighten his arousal. “Momma Pinkie’s gonna need to step it up to handle this heifer. But I know just what to do.” Macintosh’s eyes widened as Pinkie scooted back, arms lowering under her massive boobs to lift them up before she pressed in, working to engulf his cock in the deep valley of her cleavage. It was a match of titanic proportions, between his hung member and her bountiful bosom. He moaned: the squish of her titflesh that surrounded his cock was amazing, as if he was engulfed in the softest of pillows that were both warm and fluffed to snuggle up into.
Yet even in her state, Pinkie’s mounds weren’t enough to contain all of him. The end tip of his cock and an extra inch still stood out from the depths of her cleavage, a defiant black spear that poked past her breasts and stood before her muzzle. He clenched his fists as he felt her warm breath wash over his exposed cock; going so long without proper relief had really done a number on his resistance.
“Nice and snug like a bug in a rug.” Pinkie said, her long tongue reaching out to lick at his tip before swirling around it. When she pulled it back, his cock was soaked with saliva that drooled down the sides to vanish into the depths of her cleavage. “C’mon, Mackie. Give these giant tits the rutting you want. These pink pillows need some white frosting.”
“Pinkie...you gosh darn cock teasin’ mare…” Mac groaned before pulling his hips back, dragging the heated cock back down into her breasts before he thrust forward. The bucking motion made the mare’s huge mounds bounce as she giggled, holding onto herself from below while Macintosh’s hands moved to the sides. The team effort not only kept him from bucking her off the floor, but let them both better relish the sinful friction his cock made in her breasts as he fucked her tits.
On every upwards thrust, Pinkie would flash her tongue out and dab his tip with what saliva she could muster, keeping his cock wet and lubricated as he pounded away. There was a satisfying smack sound of his hips bumping into her breasts, a sound Mac honed in on as he worked himself in a quicker pace. The burning need for release grew stronger with the passing seconds, moreso when Pinkie shifted her stance and lowered her tits a little that she could lean in and suck on his cockhead, surrounding it with her pleasantly plump lips. Macintosh relished it, pushing harder to keep as much of her on or around his cock that was working quickly to a climax after the slow buildup of earlier.
For Pinkie’s behalf, she was dripping onto the wood floor beneath her through the thin material of her thong. Macintosh’s musk and the taste of his cock had driven away worries of pace or taking their time: she was being used by the biggest stud in her life and was relishing every second of being the focus of his desires. If she could’ve managed, she’d have had her fingers at work at her clenching, needful snatch. But she wanted to get Mac to the finish line first, and that meant waiting for his creamy finish. Her effective tonguing of his cockhead had changed from the texture of his tip to the taste of pre-cum, salty and warm on her tongue. It was a welcome taste she hungered for more of, suckling when she could on his cock as he worked harder at her tits.
“Pinkie...fuckin...these fuckin’ tits of yers are too good fer me. A-ah’m gonna blow soon.” Macintosh huffed out.
“Too good, huh?” She repeated when she retracted her muzzle from his twitching cock, still thrusting up and down in her cleavage. “Then it's too bad that I want to see how much cum’s in those bad boys of yours. Ohhhh, yes.” Pinkie seemed to purr as she felt him throbbing between her breasts. “You wanna cum, Mackie? Cum all over these huge honkin’ hooters?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” He chanted, squeezing harder onto her breasts, clamping onto them with enough of a grip that he expected her to almost protest. She didn’t; she only moaned from the effort, prompting a wad of pre-cum out of his member to splash onto her tits. “Oh fuck yes.”
“Spray me, Mac. Spray this slutty whorse down with your seed! I wanna go from pink to white!” She challenged him.
Mac’s answer was a strangled groan in his throat before his whole cock seemed to swell between Pinkie’s breasts. His pre-cum leaking tip opened wider, and the first shot erupted from his member like a cannon blast of seed. It rocketed up above Pinkie before arcing and coming back down, raining on her face with an almost heavy ‘smack’ sound of colliding with her cheeks. To Pinkie’s credit, she didn’t recoil, only opening her mouth wider as the deluge continued to erupt from Mt. Macintosh. Each pulsing spray of his cock brought out enough sperm to match almost a normal stallion’s whole mess from start to finish, and he was only just starting. Relief and ecstasy alike coursed through the red stallion’s body as he rode out his orgasm, his eyes shut as he basked in the sensations.
When the flow did finally relent, Macintosh opened his eyes and gazed on his erotic partner. He almost felt sorry for her. Pinkie Pie was now ‘White Pie” from the look of things: her curly mane was streaked white here and there in long strokes, her face splashed with enough cum to be like one of Rarity’s facemasks he saw in the spa once. The excess was splashed across the vast depths of her tits, dribbling down the sides and even hanging off the ends of her still hard nipples. His cock throbbed at the sight of the cum-soaked mare, defiantly still hard despite having just climaxed.
“Uh...Pinkie?” He asked, breaking the silence that had followed his climax.
“Glrfg.” Was the garbled reply that came from the bukkake-d mare before Mac was made to witness Pinkie’s means of cleaning herself. In true Pinkie Pie fashion, the mare’s long tongue left her mouth and began swiping left and right at her cheeks, scooping his cum up in healthy, large sweeps and swallowing it down. There was enough on her to fill a bucket or two, he wagered, but she kept going. That long tongue slapping around her breasts, into her cleavage, even up around her mane in one seemingly impossible loop before she swallowed again, and looked up at Macintosh with a giddy smile.
“Oh wowee. So much cream filling!” She noted, reaching down to pat her bare pink belly lightly. If the sudden intake of fluid had changed her weight at all, Mac couldn’t see it. But when one was dealing with Pinkie Pie, you could never count on the sensible things like logic. “That was amazing, Mac!”
“R-really? Ya’ll ain’t...uh...disgusted none?” He questioned.
“Mac, you’re talking to a mare whose day job means making a mess of herself every day. Though that’s usually chocolate and flour, not stallion spunk.” She teased, getting up from the floor with a soft grunt. “But it’s gonna take more than one fun little tittyfuck to get this snake to calm down!”
Pinkie’s energetic excitement eased Mac’s concerns a little; this really did seem like the sort of thing where he should just go with the flow until the mar herself said otherwise. “Well. Ah ain’t the kind of gentlecolt ta leave a lady unattended none. Want me to maybe return the favor?”
The mare’s grin widened as her cheeks colored, her tail flagging up behind her. “Oooh, Mackie’s getting into it now! You want a peek of Pinkie’s pink pussy, huh?” She teased. Mac just nodded; dirty talking wasn’t the strongest suit for him, and Pinkie could do plenty of talking for them both. “My legs are a little sore from kneeling that long. Do you mind if I take a seat?”
“Sure, just where do you plan on-oof!” The words and his wind were knocked out of Macintosh as Pinkie tackled him over, bringing him to the floor with the unexpected force of her whole body rushing into him. By the time Mac had his bearings again, he realized he was flat on his back, the familiar tickle of straw at his neck and shoulders. What wasn’t familiar, however, was the new aspects occupying his vision above him and muting out the rest of the world.
Pinkie’s ass was beyond any sort of idea of normal, by this point; the mare’s immense behind looked smooth and plush before his eyes, the fat of it shaking with every little motion the mare made as she settled atop him. It was hypnotizing to watch as her tail stayed flagged high, tickling his cheek as it moved beside his head while she sat herself on his chest. He could smell her, being so up close, bearing a sweet smell akin to peppermint and candy yet with the matured tang of a mare wanting. He tore his eyes away from the vast valley her ass cheeks made together to find her watching him over her shoulder, half-lidded eyes both eager and nervous.
“Sorry about that, Mackie. I’ve just always had a fantasy or two like this. Do you mind to try this way?” She asked. Her rear end gave a small wiggle as she asked, getting his attention again.
“Ah’m more n’ happy to, sugarcube.” Mac reassured her. “So longs as your comfortable.”
“Oh, I’m more than comfortable, Mac.” She told him, leaning forward to make her prominent rear end jut out all the more. Using her hands, she reached back and pulled on her massive cheeks, parting them to give Mac a better view of her folds waiting for him. They looked plump and full, begging for his touch from how they shined with her juices. The darkened labia seemed to twitch as the air of the barn touched it, and Pinkie gave a small sound as her tail twitched and brushed Mac’s cheek again. “Just don’t go getting lost in there. It took me a week once to find a missing ball of the twins’!”
Dismissing the curious comment by the mare, Macintosh only licked his lips before bringing his hands up, clapping them onto either cheek of Pinkie’s rear and making her giggle in anticipation. “Ain’t a bad place ta be lost, to be fair.” He muttered before beginning to knead and toy with the mare’s shapely backside. He rubbed and squeezed, his fingers sinking into her much like he’d done with her breasts. It seemed like Pinkie’s new figure was one that served for such ideas, while the mare only giggled as he played with her.
“I can make them bounce for you. If you want. It’s real fun, they’re like big drums!” Pinkie exclaimed.
“Maybe another time. Ah think right now, we both want somethin’ a bit more close up.” Mac remarked. The statement made Pinkie pause in confusion before she was suddenly scooted back to Mac’s head, and the stallion had her ass surround him as he pulled her down to engulf his head into the valley of her ass.
“Oh! It tickles!”
Pinkie’s comment fell on deaf ears as Macintosh nuzzled and moved his head about her rear end, basking in the warmth and plushness that was surrounding him. His vision was only a sea of pink as he pressed further in, his muzzle coming into contact with her pussy’s lips after a moment of settling in. He found by some sort of miracle he could still breathe, every inhale a breath of the pheromones coming straight from her nethers. Mac’s hands resumed groping at her ass while his tongue dove out and into her waiting depths. The taste that greeted him had his tongue tingling in moments; his cock pulsed as he dove in with a new hunger about him, exploring the wet cavern that sat before him.
“Oh! Oooh. Oh good...oh geezums steveums!” Pinkie cried out, her hands on her cheeks as the sensation of Mac’s sliding tongue wandering through her pussy sent shocks of pleasure through her form. It was one thing to daydream on those quiet nights alone of her and Mac doing such things; actually experiencing them now was on a whole different level! “Go deeper, Mac! Give my snatch a good licking!”
Pinkie’s encouragements were faint in Mac’s ears, being lost underneath her massive ass. She was a leaky faucet type of mare, he guessed, from the way she was already making a mess of his muzzle and cheeks with her fluids. It didn’t bother him in the slightest; in fact, it made it all the more arousing to experience as he drank what he could get of her pussy while his tongue continued its work inside her. The earth mare’s inner depths were an enigma of their own; they seemed to twitch and push against his movements as he worked against her, licking and rubbing to stimulate her with the experienced touch he had. Even if it was their first time together, Mac was already mapping out her sensitive spots from the way she’d shake or bounce even atop him. He had yet to touch her clitoris, something that seemed to gradually become more prominent in the mare’s mind.
“M-Mac! Please! Y-you keep...missing it! You goof!” She pleaded. It got to the point that she started bouncing her ass on his head, only a little but enough to drive the point in of her burning need. For Mac, the bounces were stimulating him as much as helping him to get deeper into her, finding it arousing to be buried under such massive cheeks and toyed with. But he was a giving stallion, and on the next bounce, shifted his head so he could engulf her clit with his lips and suck on it.
“OOOH!” Pinkie squealed, going cross-eyed at the lightning bolt that emanated from Mac’s efforts. The light bounces became more forceful, demanding as she rode his face. Macintosh did nothing to stop her, instead reaching up to tug on her tail and evoking another cry of pleasure from her while he toyed with her clit. The needful pearl was bathed under his tongue’s flicking motions, continuing to stimulate her until he decided he needed to push her to a strong climax good and proper.
Letting go of her clit for now, Mac snaked his hands up from under the voluptuous mare and wedged them in to join in pleasuring her pussy. With one hand, he spread her lips with his fingers, widening her nethers to accommodate his three large fingers that were shoved in moments later. Pinkie cried out, and wailed in pleasure as he resumed playing with her nub as his fingers plunged in and out quickly. The sudden surge in activity caught her unprepared, and Pinkie’s world turned to stars as she climaxed with a delighted scream.
For Macintosh, he had the right instinct to close his eyes as Pinkie’s pussy splashed his face with her essence, squirting spurts of femcum onto his muzzle and soaking him in her pussy juices. He bore little resistance other than to keep rubbing his fingers in and out of her clenching marehood, the sloppy sounds making his cock twitch in want as Pinkie writhed atop him, riding out both the climax and his face for several long seconds. He only knew that she’d come down from the high of climax when he could see the barn roof again, Pinkie having lifted herself up to flop over onto her side next to him, heaving for breath.
“I haven’t...out of breath...since...custard creams...buffet…” Pinkie’s jumbled words confused Mac for a few moments before he righted himself, getting up and wiping at his face with his hand to get the excess of Pinkie’s orgasm off of his muzzle. With a grunt, he scooted up beside the large mare and settled for a gentle nuzzle of his cheek to hers, something she reciprocated without thinking about.
“Y’know...gotta admit, tastin’ you is mighty high up on that there list of things ah never reckoned I’d do. But...dang, Pinkie.” He commented, earning a giggle from the red-faced mare.
“There’s a lot of things I never think I do until I do them. Maybe that’s why Twilight tells me to think sometimes before I leap.” She replied before leaning back against him. Instinct guided Mac to wrap an arm around her middle, giving her belly a fond rub of his hand as she continued. “But what if I’m too busy jumping to think?”
“Sounds like a conundrum fer her to solve.”
“She’s a fan of puzzles. I like mine to be simple though.” Pinkie said before looking down and grinning. Mac felt himself twitch and looked down, seeing his own waiting hardness resting against her thigh, the heat of her body pressed into the side of it as they lay there. “...like putting slot A into slot B.”
Mac knew what she was getting at, and truth be told, he was more than ready for it. The only unanswered question was how to do it; he wasn’t a strict follower of going purely missionary, but with his state, he wasn’t quite sure what would be comfortable for Pinkie. He was distracted from thinking further as her hand reached down to caress him, fingers rubbing from the middle to the tip and back in long, slow strokes.
“...gonna be a tough fit.” Mac intoned, a touch of huskiness creeping in as she stroked him.
“Don’t you worry, Mackie. I’m a loosie goosie now after you warmed me up so well.” Pinkie reassured him. “But looking at your trouser snake here, I think we’ll make it work. The only question is, do you want to bounce my caboose, or maybe fluff the pillows?”
Mac’s sex-addled brain couldn’t quite connect the phrases together, prompting a quiet look of confusion that made Pinkie giggle at him.
“I’m asking if you like my boobs or my butt more, Mackie.”
“Uh…” It took a moment’s consideration for the stallion, as both were equally appealing options. But, he reasoned, there was only one part of Pinkie that was unlike any other mare he’d ever been with. “...let’s go with the front. Ah...well, frankly, they’re the biggest damn pillows ah’ve ever seen.”
“Yer darn tootin’!” Pinkie replied, adopting a thick country accent like Mac’s before giggling again. “Don’t worry Mac, you’ll get to see them plenty. And I think the best way is you getting comfortable on your back again. But you’ll have plenty of air this time to breathe instead of my butt!” She assured him.
“I weren’t complainin’ none.”
Pinkie rewarded him with a kiss on the lips before pushing him to lay back flat again, while she hefted herself up. Mac was fine with this, folding his arms back and resting his head on the palms of his hands as the voluptuous mare sat herself in his lap. Mac’s cock was more than responsive to the change of setting, bumping against Pinkie’s rump before resting against the curve of said rump. His length was enough that it poked halfway into her tail’s base, but it didn’t make the mare uncomfortable. If anything, going off of Pinkie’s cherry-red face, she was very eager for what was coming.
“...can’t believe I finally get to do this. It’s...really happening.” Pinkie murmured, brushing her butt against his member as she spoke.
“If you wanna stop at any point, Pinkie, we can.” Mac cautioned. “Ah ain’t gonna force ya none. Ah don’t wanna hurt ya.”
“Aww, but Mackie, that can be half the fun!” She cooed, speaking as she lifted herself up. Her pink curls fell about her face as she looked down towards his cock, her voice growing more excited as she worked to angle herself and him to her pussy’s opening. Even in the dim lighting of the barn, Mac could still see the shine of her juices on her lips, telling him how eager she was for this. “I like being on top as much as the next mare, but you know some mares like having a big, burly stallion…”
She trailed off as his tip finally came into contact with her entrance, making her breath hitch as Mac tensed slightly. Pinkie pressed against him, his size making it difficult at first despite her plentiful lubrication.
“...t-taking a mare...m-making her his own...plaything…” She finally succeeded, his cock popping into her entrance and making her gasp, head shooting up and back as her pink mane tossed about. “...ohgeewillygollymissmollyyou’rebig!”
“J-just go easy, Pinkie.” He urged, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. She was already sliding him further in, and Mac’s thinking snapped in twain as he came to terms with just how tight, squishy, and wet Pinkie’s pussy was around his throbbing cock. It was like he was being sucked in by a force beyond reckoning, as inch after inch slowly entered the lustful mare. Her enormous tits swayed as she never stopped moving, working him into her marehood with soft moans and gasps every couple seconds she could muster.
“D-deeper...m-more! Momma Pinkie wants more!” Pinkie exclaimed, and she gave a grunt as she sank further down, reaching the middle of his length. Already she’d gone further than what Sugar Belle had taken, and Mac was struggling to even try and say anything. It’d been so long without such a good sensation to claim him that he wasn’t sure of what to do. He only got a moment’s respite when Pinkie stopped, seeming to pause as she couldn’t move further.
“Y-you gotta loosen up, Pinkie, you’re squeezin’ so tight!” Mac moaned out to her. He wasn’t in any pain, rather he just wasn’t sure if he could get anymore in with how tight she was clenched on him.
“I-I can fit him fine! He isn’t hurting!” Pinkie declared, eyes rolled back to the ceiling as she had herself propped in a squat position atop him, her thick thighs clenched as she panted for breath. “W-we can go deeper!”
“D-deeper?” Mac repeated, but the question was left unanswered as Pinkie lifted up, extracting a couple inches of his monster cock from her marehood with a wet squeezing sound before she inhaled, and then slammed down hard. The force seemed to break through some sort of barrier; Pinkie’s whole body spazzed for a moment as she now had three quarters of him inside her. It was beyond anything Mac expected of her, and he listened for any sort of painful sounds or things to immediately get her off of him.
When none came, Mac opened his eyes and peered up to Pinkie. The vision that greeted him made him pulse within the pink earth pony; breasts heaving as she gasped for air, mouth agape in a permanent gasp as her tongue dangled out the side of it, her eyes somewhat vacant as she stared up to the ceiling. She seemed to snap from her stupor as if she felt Mac’s eyes upon her, and it was then that she spoke. “Hehe. Look, Mackie. You really...stuck a fork in me.”
He looked down to the mare’s middle, and gasped. It was a little difficult to see, but there it was: the round, thick shape of a cock pressing to her belly from within, and as he felt himself twitch, so too did it pulse likewise. “D...does it hurt?” He asked, concern in his tone.
“If this is pain, I’m a closet masochist.” Pinkie said before bringing a hand down to caress his length, although it amounted to nothing more than a gentle pet of her own belly for now. “I’m so full of your cock, Mac. It’s so...hot. And it feels right.”
Pinkie shifted in place a little, making Mac groan; just about any bit of movement made her pussy clench tight around him. But it didn’t hurt him at all; rather, he threw his head back and let the energetic mare slowly lift herself up from her squat position, extracting him from her depths and making them both moan. Pinkie did retain some degree of speaking ability, though.
“No, no, no!” She gasped out, looking down. Her cerulean eyes looked down at her belly, now without his protruding cock outline. “I-It needs to go back in! I need it back!” And true to her word, Pinkie slammed herself back down, her huge rump slapping against Mac’s thighs as she took him in deep once more. She let out an elongated moan and a love-drunk smile etched itself on her lips once more. “O-oh, yes! Momma likes that!”
It fell to Pinkie to try and set the rhythm of their fucking from there, as Mac could only find the clarity to at least keep Pinkie stable while she was astride him. It did give him the ability to enjoy the view at least of Pinkie’s wobbling, sexually charged body bouncing as she rode his cock in long, slow yet powerful strokes. The momentum of her movements carried into the rest of her body: her massive mammaries wobbled and shook, making a lazy circular motion as Mac looked on. Her hair rose and fell with her, a curly mass of pink that added an almost erotic allure to the farmhand he hadn’t seen before. Then again, he’d never really seen himself in this kind of situation with Pinkie.
It soon settled in Mac’s mind that making Pinkie do all the labor wasn’t gonna cut it, not by his own standards. Wanting to add to her pleasure, Mac lifted up and brought his hands from her wide waist to grope at her bouncing tits, giving both a hearty squeeze that made the mare squeal again. Needing little effort to move closer to the bountiful bosom, Mac brought his head down and captured one of her fat nipples in his maw, suckling from her tit while his finger and thumb tweaked and pulled the other. Both acts served to heighten Pinkie’s pleasure further, if her faster rhythm was any indicator.
Their rough, sloppy lovemaking echoed all throughout the barn amidst their heavy breaths and moans. The usual aroma of hay and dirt that would’ve filled the storehouse instead was swamped with sweat and sex, both ponies having worked up an intense heat between themselves. Pinkie’s marehood kept both of them lubricated aplenty from the wet sounds Mac could hear over Pinkie’s gasps and cries, mixing the noise with the hefty slaps of her ass hitting his thighs. Any lesser stallion would’ve likely been in pain, but Mac was one who could handle it. If anything, the sensation just made his mind’s eye think of that rump bouncing before him, causing him to only harden further inside Pinkie’s tight marehood.
The only thing was, despite all of these fantastic feelings, Mac could sense he still wasn’t getting to that peak he so desperately needed to hit. The entire experience thus far had been more than he could’ve even dreamed, but he still wasn’t there. He suckled on Pinkie’s nipple harder, even nibbling on the sensitive nub and tweaking its partner harder. He was so distracted by this observation that Mac almost missed Pinkie climaxing atop him again, although it was a sight that would be difficult for him to miss. Pinkie’s whole being seemed to tense up, her words failing her as she gave only incoherent sounds as her body was racked with pleasure and shivers in equal spades. Even the mare’s mane and tail seemed to respond, curling even further in Mac’s vision before settling again.
“Oh wowie zowie...c-can’t feel my toes…” Pinkie mumbled, her head swaying as she settled down in Mac’s lap, his massive horsecock still deep within her. It throbbed incessantly, almost taunting the stallion as he’d yet to reach his own orgasm. “M-Mac, you...still haven’t cum?!” Pinkie half exclaimed, half gasped.
“Nope.” Was Mac’s simple reply as he rested his head against Pinkie’s breast. “Ain’t yer fault, Pinkie. This dern monster’s being difficult.”
“W-we gotta...we gotta…” Pinkie panted, trying to think in post-orgasmic bliss that clouded her mind. She looked down at their joining, a couple inches of Mac’s cock still visible between his base and her swollen pussy. “M-Mac?”
“Yeah, Pinkie?”
“You...you gotta go all out. On me.” She told him.
“Ah ain’t exactly been layin’ on the job, ya know.”
“No-no! I mean,” Pinkie trailed off before cupping Mac’s cheeks, lifting his head up to gaze at her as she continued, “you need to push yourself. You had to keep holding back this whole time. I need...you...we, need you to stop treating me like I’m fragile.”
“But ah’m not-”
“Ap-bup-bup!” Pinkie’s thumb pressed on his lips, cutting Macintosh off, “I know my ponies, mister. And my twitching toes tell me you’re just being nice. What I need, what we need,” she rubbed his cheeks as her smile and voice took on a warmer tone, “is for you to straight up ravage me. Make me your little cocksleeve. Or big, really.”
Mac’s cock twitched inside of Pinkie’s depths, making his cheeks color a noticeable pink that the Element of Laughter caught onto. She kissed him briefly for but a second before leaning down to whisper in his ear, as well as push his muzzle into the depths of her sweaty yet soft cleavage.
“You like that, don’tcha? Turning Pinkie’s mind to mush and pounding this fat, huge sausage into me and my naughty cunny. Just thrust that cock in and out all day and night, and claiming me as yours?” Pinkie’s sultry tone was like honey, drawing Mac’s instincts out again as he snorted into her chest. His hands came down from her bosom to grab at her hips, then down to her rump for a better grip. “Mmm...c’mon Mackie. You need relief. I wanna see you go buck wild out the gate, like a rocket out your pocket!” Pinkie wiggled her hips, bouncing herself in his lap and drawing a groan from Mac that echoed in her sternum as he huffed again.
“Is that what y'all really want?” Mac questioned.
“More than an everlasting tub of chocolate sundae swirls.” Pinkie declared before leaning in to whisper again. “Breed me like the sow I am, Mackie.”
Mac’s grip on Pinkie’s ass tightened before he was suddenly moving, making the buxom mare gasp as he rose up and even hefted her up in his arms with little effort. His manhandling of her only turned her on more before she found her back pressed up against one of the beams of the barn. Thankfully, it was a reinforced one, as it gave only a small creak from her being pressed against it. She didn’t get time to think on the matter, however, as Mac pulled back and brought his cock with him, almost withdrawing entirely and making Pinkie whine before the air shot out of her lungs as he roughly pushed back in, a growl leaving Mac’s lips as he started work in and out at a rough, faster pace than she’d been riding him earlier.
“Ya’ll want a fuckin? A real fuckin?” Mac challenged, grunting as he continued to plow into Pinkie’s depths. His restraints had been kicked off and out of mind from her sexual taunting, leaving the mare to be treated to the full extent of his strength. He was giving full on thrusts with his cock now, clearing more inches than Pinkie’s riding had done before and continuing to make a bulge in her pronounced belly.
Pinkie herself couldn’t answer, head thrown back and eyes rolling at the ecstasy assaulting her brain from his roughness. Mac took her silence as an invitation, and moved closer, putting Pinkie’s thick legs around his middle as he continued to rut her against the support beam. He pushed in and out, again and again, Pinkie’s feet clambering to try and hold onto Mac as they found trouble from how sweaty they both were. His mouth kissed and nipped at whatever flesh he could reach with his muzzle against her chest, her breasts squished up against him enough that the feat needed little work on his behalf.
Mac’s heavy, swollen balls swung back and forth in the open air as he continued to plow into Pinkie’s marehood while he kneaded and squeezed her fat rump at will. All of her was his to use, to claim as his instincts had begged him to do. Pinkie gave up on restraint too, it seemed, only able to breathe and scream as she was given the full force of Mac’s pent-up sexual urges. He could feel himself throbbing in her depths, the heat and wetness only enticing him to go harder, faster into her. She challenged to make her his cocksleeve; he was fulfilling that request to the fullest.
“Take it! Good and, ngh, deep! Take my fat cock!” Macintosh bellowed. His thrusting was even making the whole of the barn shake from the impacts into the support beam, dust lifting from the upper banisters as tools and other equipment rattled against the walls. If not for the reinforcement, one could wager the wood would give way if he kept it up for too long. Pinkie only answered by tightening her legs’ grip on his back, trying to bring him in even deeper. It succeeded in letting him sheath the final couple inches of his cock inside of her, making the cock-sized bulge in her belly more prominent as well as evoking a gasping cry from the mare.
“Mac! Mackie!” It was all Pinkie could muster to say, now facing the reckoning of Mac’s sexual lust unleashed. Her energy was more focused on only two tasks now: getting oxygen to her lungs to stay conscious despite the battering ram of Mac’s cock in her pussy, and committing every bit of memory retention to never forget this moment with the stud. She could feel him twitching inside of her, filling her to the brim with his hot, thick cock. It even seemed to be swelling further, making her eyes widen in a moment of clarity.
“Cum. Inside. Me. Mackie!” She begged between breaths of air, her core swelling inside her as she neared another climax as well. To know she was bringing him to that climax urged it on faster, as Macintosh grunted in affirmation. His rhythm was long gone, replaced only by the feral, forceful need to climax. Hot splashes were already filling her tunnel, flowing through her marehood despite the tight seal Mac’s cock made within her. It only let him thrust faster, and Pinkie’s world became blurry as her climax rocketed straight into her brain from her battered pussy.
For Macintosh, the sudden building, almost burning sensation inside his cock made him almost stop, until he saw Pinkie’s cock-drunk face. He wanted to cement that expression on her, to make sure she always knew it was him who made her feel this way. From deep in his throat, Mac groaned, and sheathed his cock into her a final time as his tip swelled within her depths. Only then did the flood of seed begin, blasting into Pinkie’s stretched womb and belly with enough force that one could see her belly shake from the release. More and more cum poured out from his member into her depths, Mac locking himself in place inside her as Pinkie cried out from her own orgasm, squirting her femcum around his cock and onto his lap.
Macintosh’s hefty cum had nowhere to go with him plugging her up with his cock, which served to only swell Pinkie’s belly all the more. She went from being a pudgy mare, to a pregnant mare in two pulses, then carrying twins by the fifth. Yet it caused the spent mare no pain, only a prolonged, invigorating sense of fulfillment as he gave her all the cum he could muster forth. Seconds ticked by, and before long, both had to come down from the sexual high and adrenaline they’d been going off of.
Big Mac withdrew first as Pinkie’s legs loosened, extracting himself and his weakening cock from her depths with an audible slurp of wetness that befitted the massive creampie she’d been given. Thick wads of his seed poured out of her and onto the barn floor as Pinkie wobbled, then sank to the ground with her back to the pole she’d been fucked against. For all her energy she boasted of, the buxom mare was now spent, left gasping for air and moaning as she caressed her swollen, cum-filled belly. It would, in time, return to normal once enough of his essence left her. His own member shrank down, spent wholly of his lust as it rested against his thigh.
A weight seemed to draw itself out of Mac, he felt, and it brought both relief and exhaustion to the farmhand. He found his own seat on the ground across from Pinkie, albeit not as sprawled eagle as she was then. Panting for breath and with sweat falling freely down his back and face, Macintosh breathed in gulps of air before trying to think of what to say.
“Pinkie? Y'all...ya’ll ok?”
“...can’t...word...author’s got no...more…” Pinkie told him back. It wasn’t the simple ‘yes’ he expected, but as far as he could tell, the Element wasn’t in pain or saying anything was bad.
“Now why can’t they get porn shots like that these days?”
The female voice caught Mac’s attention, making him turn and look at the barn doorway. Standing there, cheeks blooming red but bearing a loving smile, stood Sugar Belle. He took one look from her to the sex-dazed Pinkie Pie and back before offering a sheepish look. Sugar Belle only shook her head and came over to him, leaning down to peck him on the lips gently.
“See? Wasn’t so bad after all, once you got to let go.” She told him, making the pony nod before she continued. “Bet you feel a lot more at ease now.”
“Sure do. I love you, mah sugarcube.”
“I love you too, Mac.” She replied, giving him another kiss that he gladly returned before he parted, still out of breath from the earlier sexual frenzy. “Y’know, this kind of thing could come around again sometime. Maybe we could do it for a birthday surprise?”
Macintosh gave her a slack-jawed stare of surprise, but was beat to the punch on commenting by Pinkie.
“Dibs! One thousand percent dibs!”
Author's Note
With that, four of the mane six are done! That only leaves Rarity and Applejack to go.
This was fun for me to write; adding a romantic side to Pinkie like this is endearing and feels right to me for how she is. A lot of the time she's just the silly joker, but underneath it, there's still a mare with a big heart.
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