Zecora's a Big Help

"Oww...ooh--OUCH!"

"Sorry, I---"

"Sweetums, stop! Just...stop. It's not going to fit," Sugar Belle hissed in pain.

Frustrated, Big Mac withdrew from his wife. They had tried everything: Lotion, lubricants, stretches, different positions, ample foreplay, yoga...but there was no getting around the problem.

Big Mac's cock was just too big to fit in his wife's pussy.

"Maybe you'll be able to take it if you relax some more?" Mac desperately proposed. He laid down beside Sugar Belle, massaging her withers. Both of them knew the answer already.

"Oh, no, baby, I don't think it'll do any good. You already got me as loosened up as I'll ever get."

She slumped onto her chest as he continued to rub her shoulders. Big Mac was such an angel. A gentle giant, he always left her satisfied, even though he never got what he really wanted, what he really deserved. Getting her shoulders massaged and her pussy eaten out felt great for her, of course, but she wanted to have sex properly, to feel him inside of her, even one day to have him get her pregnant.

Big Mac hated his predicament just as much. It just wasn't fair -- stallions always joked about having big swinging dicks, but they didn't know the trouble it caused. He'd trade his prodigious penis in an instant if it meant he could fuck Sugar Belle without making her feel like she was being ripped in half.

If by some miracle she stretched to accommodate his girth, there's still be issues. His member was long enough that he'd barely be able to get halfway in before he bottomed out.

That had been why Cheerilee had broken up with him when they had dated years ago. The schoolteacher had proven to be quite the size-queen, but even her experienced entrance had trouble taking his girth. When he finally got inside her, however, his hooves had slipped on the blanket, and he buried himself inside of her past his medial ring.

Her agonized wail had woken up half of Ponyville. Thankfully, they all thought it was a banshee that had wandered in from the Everfree forest. Still, Cheerilee broke up with him practically on the spot. Not to mention, she had called in sick to work for a week after that.

Big Mac and Sugar Belle laid in their bed, Mac's stallionhood standing erect, unspent. Sugar Belle felt awful about getting Mac so worked up, only to be unable to take him. Still, just because she couldn't fuck him didn't mean she couldn't make him cum. She sat up and moved between Big Mac's legs, grabbing his stallionhood in her hooves.

Sugar Belle lavished his pole with oral affection. It was hard work, licking a cock as long as Big Mac's. The trip from his tip to his balls seemed like it took miles. Big Mac watched her in near-silence, only letting out a rare grunt or hiss when she reached his tip.

"Hngg...Aah...Yep, right there...Ohh..."

Big Mac wasn't much of a talker, but Sugar Belle had learned to recognize when he was close. After only a few minutes, she saw the telltale signs: his brow furrowed, he shifted his hips, and he took deep breaths through his nose. Sugar Belle smiled.

She wrapped her lips around as much of his cock as she could, licking his tip like a lollipop. Mac leaned his head back, whispering on the very edge of hearing, "Oh, fuck..."

You like this, don't you, big-boy? Sugar Belle thought, dancing her tongue all over his tip. As if to answer her silent question, his orgasm came.

He bucked his hips up, groaning as his cum flooded into her mouth. She didn't swallow, keeping spurt after spurt of his cum in her mouth.

Once he had finished, he sat up to face her. She knew how silly she looked, carrying his nut in her cheeks like some kind of jizz-chipmunk. She opened her mouth, proudly showing him all the cream he had poured into her maw, then swallowed.

Sugar Belle stuck out her tongue afterward, showing no trace of the messy mouthful that had been there only moments ago. Sugar Belle giggled, slumping onto the bed to snuggle against Mac's massive frame. Returning her affection, he wrapped a foreleg around Sugar Belle, stroking her neck.

Big Mac whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Sugar Belle sighed dreamily, snuggling closer. "I know."

Big Mac held her. She felt him press his muzzle into her mane, tussling her hair while he breathed in the scent of her shampoo. The moment of quiet intimacy was wonderful. She wished it could have lasted forever.

After a long moment, Big Mac added, "I wanna make love to you."

"I know," she replied. "I want that too. But it'd take a miracle for you to fit in me."

Mac stared at Sugar Belle's horn. "It ain't a miracle, but what if we used a spell?" he asked, an idea forming in his head. "You could cast a spell on yer cooch to make it stretchy or somethin'."

Sugar Belle shot the idea down, "My special talent for magic is with desserts, not with my pussy." She added a joke to soften the blow, "Though, from the way you like to eat both of them, I can understand why you'd be confused."

Mac smiled back at her, kissing her.

"Maybe we could ask Twilight Sparkle," Sugar Belle offered. "She's got all kinds of spells in that library of hers..."

Sugar Belle didn't think Big Mac could turn any more red than he already was, but that suggestion had done the trick, bringing a deep blush to his cheeks.

"Nope," he flatly said, "I ain't fond of the idea of askin' the Princess of Friendship to sling a spell at my special somepony's private parts." After a moment of mulling it over, he countered, "What if you asked Starlight Glimmer? She's good at spells."

Now it was Sugar Belle's turn to say no. "Last time Starlight cast a spell on me, it was the one that got rid of my cutie mark. I'm not anxious to let her do any more magic anywhere near my flank. No, it has to be somepony else. But what other ponies around here are magic experts?"

A third voice shouted, "Oh, fer land's sakes, just ask Zecora!"

Both ponies bolted upright, looking around the room for the source of that last suggestion. Sugar Belle stammered, "What!? Who in Equestria--"

"The walls are paper-thin, sugar cube!" Applejack yelled. Demonstrating her point, she tapped on the wall between her room and Big Mac's. The sound traveled through the wall, crystal clear. "Everypony in the whole house can hear yer pillow talk."

Sugar Belle blushed as Granny Smith barked, "That's right, and yer canoodlin' is keepin' me from my beauty rest! And I need all the beauty I can get at this age!"

Just when Sugar Belle thought it couldn't get any worse, Apple Bloom chimed in, "I can hear y'all too! Oh, the things I've heard! Oh, the therapy I'll need!"

By then, Sugar Belle was blushing all the way up to the tips of her ears.

Applejack continued, ignoring the comments from the other Apples, "Anyhow, y'all should go to Twilight fer magic maps and time-travel whats-its and doodads, but Zecora's better than Twilight by a country mile with potions and remedies and such."

It wasn't a half-bad idea. Sugar Belle considered the benefits: Zecora was close enough with the Apples that they could go to her with their problem, but not so close that going to her would be awkward, she was an expert in treating maladies, magical or otherwise, and she lived in a spot so isolated that nopony was likely to infer some kind of scandal from their visit.

After an awkward pause, Sugar Belle asked her husband, "How about it? Should we pay Zecora a visit?"

"Eeyup," he quietly responded.

"Great, it's settled!" shouted Granny Smith. "Now everypony keep yer dang mouths shut so I can get some shut-eye!"

Zecora poured a cup of tea for each of her guests and one for herself before sitting down on a patterned cushion. Big Mac and Sugar Belle sipped timidly at the offered drinks as they glanced at the tribal masks that adorned the walls, staring back at them with empty eyes.

Sugar Belle had never visited the zebra's home before. She had no idea what to expect, and as she took in all the exotic paraphernalia she became more nervous about the question she had come to ask. So, she and Big Mac sat, silent, sipping their tea.

The long silence was broken as Zecora cleared her throat and asked, "You two ponies have come a long way. What can I help you with today?"

Big Mac shifted uncomfortably. Sugar Belle explained, "Well, you know Big Mac is, um...big."

Zecora raised an eyebrow. "That much is plain for all to see, my little pony."

Sugar Belle clarified, "No, I mean he's...too big." Bundling up her courage, she explained the problem as best she could. Pointing at Big Mac's sheath she added, "Big...down there."

It was awkward, but Zecora only nodded gravely as Sugar Belle continued, "He's big enough that it's been causing problems in the bedroom. He...can't fit."

As embarrassed as she felt about their predicament, Big Mac had her beat. Naturally shy, he stared at the ground sheepishly while Zecora's gaze moved to him. His cock was hidden in his sheath, but something about the zebra's eyes seemed to see right through him. Those eyes made him feel as exposed as if he had popped a boner in public.

A hint of a smile reached Zecora's lips. It was a sympathetic smile, though, not a mocking one.

Zecora rhymed, "That makes sense. I begin to see why you two lovers came to me." Turning to her potions, she added, "Fear no longer, Sugar Belle. That you came to me is well. It just so happens that I have a magical muscle-relaxing salve."

After a bit of rummaging around, Zecora produced a bowl filled with a creamy off-white paste and gave it to Sugar Belle.

Big Mac blinked in disbelief. He asked, "You had somethin' that specific ready to go?"

Zecora laughed, "Bedroom trouble is not its only use, by far. I used it once when Pinkie's hoof was stuck in a jar. Spread it where you'll be making a tight squeeze, and anything will slide through with ease!"

Sugar Belle took the bowl. "Oh, thank you, Zecora!" She wrapped her forelegs around Zecora in a hug. "You're a lifesaver!"

She picked up the salve and started to leave, but Zecora put a hoof on her shoulder and sat her back down. Sugar Belle looked from Zecora to Big Mac, confused. "Um...am I missing something important?"

"While this will make the entry less tight, taking Mac's girth is only half the fight," Zecora said. "He'll be able to safely enter your slit, but I very much doubt his whole length will fit."

Big Mac clarified the zebra's rhyming warning, "She means my length'll still be a problem. I don't wanna hurt you none once I start movin', honey-bunch."

Sugar Belle worried, "Oh..." She knew it was unreasonable, but she dreamed of taking Mac's whole member inside of her. Hoping for a solution, she looked back to Zecora.

"There may be hope in an ancient rite," Zecora explained, "and a chant I can recite."

Sugar Belle practically jumped for joy, but Zecora halted her with an upraised hoof. "There is one catch, though, I must concede." Her eyes darted to Big Mac's and Sugar Belle's groins for an instant. "I must cast the spell while you do the deed."

Sugar Belle froze. "You mean...while Big Mac and I make love, you'll be in the room with us?" The newlyweds shared a shocked look as Zecora nodded.

Big Mac asked, "Are you sure there ain't some other way?"

Zecora answered, "No, and once I start casting the spell over your tryst, it would be ill-advised if I were dismissed. However deep inside her you are, if the ritual is ended premature, you'll be able to fit in that far, and no more."

Big Mac looked nervously at his wife. He was a very private, very reserved stallion around most other ponies. The idea of somepony watching him go balls deep into his wife was far outside of his comfort zone. Both ponies wanted to make this work, they wanted it more than anything, but it was shaping up to be a very awkward experience.

Sugar Belle was just as hesitant. She had rarely experimented with anything too spicy in the bedroom. She had certainly never had sex with a stallion while somepony else watched before, and she hadn't planned on changing that any time soon.

Still, she decided to be brave for Big Mac. "We'll do it." Turning to Mac, she added, "It's the only way. Besides, I'm sure Zecora will be discreet, right?"

Big Mac managed a weak smile. "Strictly confidential, huh? Sort of like a doctor?"

Sugar Belle Looked at all the masks and potions around the room.

"Well, more like a witch-doctor."