Zecora's a Big Help

"Ooh, that tickles!"

Sugar Belle tried to keep still as Zecora smeared the salve on her belly, painting a pattern in the shape of the zebra's cutie mark: A spiral with sunbeams radiating from it. The pair were sitting on Zecora's bed while Big Mac watched them, trying not to think about the bizarre situation he and his wife had gotten into.

To help them relax and build the mood, Zecora had lit some incense. That had been nice, but Big Mac and Sugar Belle had been taken aback when she pulled a collection of carved fertility idols from a chest to "help channel the spell."

The little antique wooden figures depicted a wide variety of sexual imagery: a zebra sporting an erection longer than he was tall, a pregnant zebra with a belly that dwarfed the rest of her body, a zebra with enormous testicles mating with a mare.

There was one statue, a zebra head carved out of hard wood so that he had a long, smooth, even phallic snout. It looked like it had been regularly polished, too, and Sugar Belle privately suspected the "fertility idol" pulled double-duty as a dildo.

As surprised as Big Mac had been at the blatant sexuality of the statuettes, Sugar Belle couldn't help but feel amused at how badly he hid his curiosity. He kept staring at them when he thought nopony was looking. Her husband was more of a pervert than he usually liked to let on, she knew.

Meanwhile, Zecora finished painting the pattern on Sugar Belle's belly. "This next part can be a little intense." Preparing another dollop of the salve on her hoof, Zecora explained, "I have to apply some of this directly to your entrance."

"My...Ooh!!"

Sugar Belle yelped as the zebra moved behind her and laid her on her back. Her hind legs flopped apart, giving a clear view of her marehood to all parties present. Zecora's and Mac's eyes fell on her pussy, and Mac couldn't hold back an instinctive stamping of his hooves as his nostrils flared, catching her scent.

Holding the dollop of salve in one hoof, Zecora positioned herself so that her hind legs stood astride Sugar Belle's head. The position gave her as clear a view of Zecora's pussy as Zecora had of her own. The zebra's tail had shifted up and to the side, unveiling a beautiful, pitch black marehood nestled between a pair of striped flanks.

Sugar Belle had to admit that the zebra was a beauty, made even more attractive by her air of exotic mystery. She was clever, direct, and open-hearted. Sugar Belle had never seen Zecora with a special somepony, but she supposed that anypony would be lucky to have her.

Her train of thought was derailed when Zecora brought her hoof down to Sugar Belle's groin. The salve felt warm and tingly as Zecora massaged it into her mound. As the zebra's hoof gently explored her most precious parts, moving down her slit and parting her pussy-lips, Sugar belle tried to pretend at first as if she were just at the doctor for a checkup.

She's just applying the salve, she told herself. I don't have anything she hasn't seen before. She'll finish up soon, and then Big Mac and I can finally have sex like a normal couple.

That clinical outlook on the situation got harder to maintain as Zecora's massaging went on. There was only so much pussy-rubbing a mare could endure before she started getting aroused. Especially when the mare rubbing her was as talented with her hooves as Zecora was.

"You're getting quite wet between your thighs. And I think your mate's passions, too, have begun to rise."

Sugar Belle looked through the space between her body and Zecora's, and saw that Big Mac's penis had dropped from its sheath, slowly growing to its full size. He tried to play it off, but his eyes were locked onto her pussy with a hungry look, eager for the moment he could enter her at long last.

Sugar Bell teased back, "From down here, it looks like you're enjoying yourself too." True enough, from where she was situated Sugar Belle could see Zecora's marehood was wet with arousal. Her striped tail moved about, wafting the feminine scent of her dew at Sugar Belle.

"Oh!" Zecora exclaimed. The zebra forced her tail down, covering her privates from view. She withdrew her hoof from between Sugar Belle's legs.

"My apologies. I know this situation is already hard. I didn't mean to make it even more awkward. Truth be told, I've been going a bit overboard. It's just that...it's been a while since I've...you know..." -- a blush reached Zecora's black and white face -- "...scored."

Sugar Belle immediately regretted mentioning anything. She had been callous. She was so focused on how strange their predicament was for herself and Big Mac that she hadn't considered that Zecora was also way out of her depth. The zebra was just much better at hiding how flustered she was.

She practically tripped over her own words in her rush to apologize, "Sorry, forget I said anything, dear! I think it's safe to say that we're all on unfamiliar territory here."

When Zecora looked over her shoulder at her, she realized what she had said. "Oh, that rhymed!"

Zecora agreed, "Indeed, you were a poet, and you didn't even know it!" Everypony giggled at the bad joke, and Sugar Belle was grateful to see that Zecora was beginning to relax again.

Big Mac spoke up, "Really, there ain't any reason fer you to feel embarrassed, Zecora. Anypony would feel a bit randy from watchin' this. I mean," he cleared his throat, "I've got to admit, this girl-on-girl stuff is kind of doin' it fer me, too."

Sugar Belle could see the evidence of that, clear as day. Mac's cock had grown to its full size, hanging between his legs like a big, under-mounted cum-cannon. Harder than ever, it bobbed up and down, as if it were pointing back and forth between Sugar Belle and Zecora.

For a moment, Sugar Belle wondered if she should feel at least a bit jealous of Zecora. Maybe she should, but she could hardly blame Big Mac for watching them so ardently while her own wetness was still on Zecora's hooves. Besides, she knew that Big Mac's heart belonged to her, and hers to him.

Giving Sugar Bell a wry smile, Zecora teased, "I suppose not many stallions could hold back their stares when presented with the sight of two beautiful mares." At that, she moved from her position atop Sugar Belle and lifted her up into a seated position, her legs still spread wide.

Zecora sat next to her, concluding, "As much as Big Mac enjoyed our little show, if we don't get him inside you soon, he's likely to blow!" The ladies looked at the stallion, beckoning him to begin the main event.

He didn't need much convincing. Big Mac approached his wife, his cock swaying with each step. Throughout all the times they had tried to do this before, all the failed attempts, the size of that penis had been an intimidating challenge. Knowing that in mere moments it was finally going to fit inside of her, that size only seemed awe-inspiring.

Mac came to a stop between his wife's legs, bringing his forehooves up onto the bed on either side of her waist. Face to face, they stared into each other's eyes and blushed. They were as eager, as enthusiastic, and as ridiculous as if they were a couple of teenagers.

"Hello, handsome," Sugar Belle said.

Big Mac responded, "Howdy, good-lookin'," a goofy smile forming on his face.

Sugar Belle loved that smile -- He smiled at her like that every single morning, as if he couldn't believe his good luck that he had married her. Nopony else in the world could make her feel as loved as Big Mac did when he gave her that smile. She couldn't help but smile back, grinning like a school-filly at her crush.

"I can't believe we're finally getting to do this." She gave a deep breath, calming her nerves, "I'm so ready. Are you ready?" she asked.

"Eeyup."

Both ponies looked down, not wanting to miss a moment of what was about to happen. Sugar Belle gave the go-ahead.

"Fuck me."

With all his strength, Big Mac pushed his hips forward. He might have thought to drag out and savor the moment, to enter slowly and deliberately, pushing through her folds one millimeter at a time. But Big Mac was used to not fitting in at all, let alone with no effort.

Pushing with strength that he really didn't need, he nearly bottomed out with a single thrust.

The pair stared at where they were joined, mouths agape, looking as if they had just seen somepony with two heads.

Big Mac commented with characteristic brevity, "It's in."

Sugar Belle agreed with his assessment, "It's in."

"It is, indeed, in," Zecora noted. "And now, the spell can begin."

Zecora started chanting under her breath, working her magic on Sugar Belle. The zebra closed her eyes, but a faint magical glow shone through her eyelids. One by one, the eyes of the figures in the fertility idols shone with the same green light, channeling Zecora's magic.

Everywhere Zecora had spread the salve on Sugar Belle started to tingle, like a million tiny feathers were tickling her belly and her mound. "Hoooh, baby," Sugar Belle moaned, squirming her hips in pleasure. As she moved, another inch of Big Mac's cock slipped effortlessly inside of her, clear evidence that the spell was working.

Her walls gripped Mac's shaft tightly, yet when he moved they offered no resistance as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of her. Just like magic, they were a perfect fit. Every new inch inside of her was met with a moan from either Sugar Belle or Big Mac, both of them still staring at the place where their two bodies became one.

Big Mac fed his length into his wife slowly, but every now and then the pleasure got the better of him and he bucked his hips forward. By then, the incense that Zecora had lit was completely overpowered by the smell of sweat and sex. Zecora's scent was in the air as well, her tail lifting again to let the smell of her moist sex pervade the room, even as she chanted her spell.

The magic made the hip-busting size of Big Mac's shaft no problem at all. Even now, his tip was within striking distance of Sugar Belle's womb, and he hadn't even gotten his medial ring in yet. She bit her lip, stifling a groan as Mac jammed more of his length into her, pushing his whole body deeper between her spread legs. When he finally halted, it was when his medial ring mashed against her entrance.

She gulped, bracing herself. They were at the next big hurdle. "Do you really think it's going to fit?" she asked, eying the fleshy ring, below which his cock only got even thicker.

Big Mac stared back at her hungrily, licking his lips as if he were sizing up a juicy apple pastry. "Eeyup," he answered.

He leaned forward, pushing her harder against the bed as he drove in. He put his whole weight into his next thrust, pressing harder, harder, spreading her wider, wider...

"GGGHYYYYAAAHH!!!"

Big Mac knocked the wind out of her, driving the air out in a loud moan as their bodies slammed together. His medial ring was in. Big Mac rammed forward, pressing their sweat-covered bodies together as he fit the final, widest inches of himself into her until his entire member was snugly buried in the warm embrace of his wife's pussy.

Propping himself up just a little, he showed that even with Sugar Belle's generous love handles, the shape of his massive cock filling her was visible. The bulge was enough to distort the pattern painted on her belly.

"Oh, gh--guh--Goddess!!"

Sugar belle shrieked as she came, her splayed legs twitching around her well-hung hubby. Her spasming muscles pressed her cervix against Mac so hard that even his broad tip could penetrate it.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she rode her orgasm for all it was worth. Big Mac had entered her, completed her. She was like a lock that finally had its key, a puzzle that finally had the missing piece. She had dreamed of this moment for so long, and it was just as good as she had hoped.

Her pussy milked him for all he was worth, her Kegels going berserk with orgasmic energy. Every part of her body pulled him closer to his own release, but Big Mac just furrowed his brow and clenched his jaw, making a desperate effort to hold on.

He was determined to not cum just yet. He had finally fit his entire length inside Sugar Belle, a seemingly impossible achievement that he had fantasized about since they had started dating. Now that it was a reality, he intended to enjoy it for as long as possible.

Zecora stopped chanting, staring amazedly at the pair of lovers. "I am awestruck, I must admit. Even with my spells, that is an impressive amount you've fit."

Strictly speaking, Zecora no longer needed to remain in the room. She had cast the spell and served her purpose, now that Belle had stretched enough to fit all that Big Mac had to offer. However, she lingered and watched. She would see this performance to its grand finale.

Neither Big Mac nor Sugar Belle complained about Zecora staying. They were occupied with more pressing matters. Big Mac started moving again, pulling his hips back before slapping them back into his wife's tight pussy. Her lips gripped onto him as he pulled out, giving him as much resistance on the way out as she had given him going in.

"Fuck, you're going to turn me inside out!" Sugar Belle moaned as her walls dragged against Mac's dick. Every time he pulled out of her it felt like she was being hollowed out, only to be filled again as he pushed back into her.

Mac's testicles swung into her rump, slapping against her cushy bottom every time he pounded into her. His thrusts grew more and more savage as she mewled under him. She loved getting fucked by him, finally bringing their long-awaited dream to reality.

Zecora quietly watched the two of them, rocking anxiously. She knew her role here was just to facilitate her friends' lovemaking, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy, seeing how deep in pleasure both ponies were. Silently, she leaned back and parted her own legs, neither of the other ponies seeing her expose her hot, wet zebra-pussy.

Primal equine instinct seized hold of Big Mac. He dug his hind hooves into Zecora's floor as he quickened his pace. Every juicy "plap" of his crotch meeting his wife's dripping delta was accompanied by a wild grunt from the back of his throat. He wasn't just a pony anymore; He was a stud, and he was about to breed his wife.

His mate.

His broodmare.

"Cum...Cumming! Cum!" were the only thoughts that Mac could manage to articulate, the words coming through clenched teeth. It was his first time fucking his wife properly, but he was going to cum inside her. Any hesitation he might have normally had about cumming raw in his wife was pushed from his mind by the feral need to mark his territory. He would fill her, breed her, and make her his.

And she couldn't have been happier.

"Yes, baby! Give your Sugar-Pie a nice cream filling!" she shouted, wrapping her hooves around him. He would have been hard-pressed to escape that embrace, not that he cared to try. "We've got to make up for all those times you had to settle for finishing in my mouth. Do it inside!"

Sugar Belle was just as wild as her stud at that moment. Horny, hungry, she howled, "Fuck me full of Big Mac-batter and put a fucking bun in my oven!"

The need to breed lit up in Mac's mind like a supernova. That fire inside him burned away every thought but one: Cum. Cum hard, cum lots, and cum in his broodmare's pussy.

"Yes," Zecora said, reminding both ponies she was there. "Do it, Big Mac -- Fuck her good! Finish inside of her, just like a real stud should!"

The poor zebra couldn't hide her arousal -- Sugar Belle saw that Zecora was absolutely dripping between her legs, having so deeply enjoyed their sexy show. And who wouldn't, she thought. I'm getting fucked by the sweetest, manliest, sexiest stallion in Equestria!

"You heard her, Maccy-Waccy," Sugar Belle squealed, "Show Zecora just how much you love me!"

Big Mac's thrusts bucked wildly as she gave him a few final words of encouragement.

"Give me a nice..."

*Plap!*

"...big..."

*Plap!*

"...ooey-gooey..."

*Plap, plap, plap!*

"...creampie!"

"FF-UUUUUCKK!" Big Mac roared as he filled her womb. His seed sloshed into her, her pussy milking wave after wave from him. This was everything she ever wanted; Big Mac -- her Big Mac, was buried to the hilt inside of her, filling her with his cum. His hot, virile cum.

She cooed in delight as her belly was pushed to the limit, the cum locked in by the tight seal of Big Mac's big shaft. Not a drop escaped her box until Mac reflexively bucked his hips forward, pushing out a thick rope of jizz that splattered onto Zecora's sheets.

Mac would have happily stayed like that for hours, his body entwined with the love of his life, but the pressure of his firehose-like ejaculation slowly pushed him out. With an obscene *Plorp*, his cock dragged out of her vagina's grip. A messy flow of jizz trailed along with it out of her entrance, gaping now from the girthy cock it had taken. One final rope of cum sprayed from his flare, landing across the pattern painted on Sugar Belle like a ribbon of white ink.

Sugar Belle shuddered on the bed, her frame wracked with post-coital bliss. She supposed that this was what it felt like to be a cream-filled pastry. She'd never be able to fill an éclair at work again without remembering Big Mac piping her full of his sticky, white load.

They were both exhausted, but not too exhausted for Big Mac to crawl on top of her, kissing her deeply and passionately as their bodies pressed together. Zecora's salve was smeared around as they rubbed against each other, mixing with the white froth of cum and lather of sweat, Mac's cock sandwiched between them. As his weight bore down oh her, another creamy stream of seed oozed from her pussy, soaking into the bed.

Sugar Belle was so caught up in kissing her husband that she didn't realize Zecora had moved over to take a closer look at them. She was staring at Belle's pussy, appraising the volume of cum she had taken.

"I never knew so much cum could come out of one stallion's cock," she said. "If he doesn't get you pregnant, that would be a shock."

"I hope so," Sugar Belle giggled. Bringing a hoof up to nudge Big Mac's balls, she added "The Apple family has strong seed, don't they, honey-bunch?"

"Eeyup," Big Mac chuckled, nuzzling into his wife's mane.

Sugar Belle laughed with him before turning back to Zecora. "I think we might have ruined your linens," she apologized. The sheets were drenched in sweat and cum, but Zecora didn't mind.

"There's no need for either of you to apologize. Seeing two beautiful ponies show their love for one another was a treat for my eyes," she rhymed.

"There has to be something we can do to repay you," Sugar Belle protested. "This was so wonderful, and we'd never have been able to do it without your help."

Big Mac agreed, "You've been a true friend. It ain't right not to do somethin' to show our gratitude."

Sugar Belle looked at him warmly. She loved that earnest streak he had, a trademark of the Apple family. Zecora shook her head at both of their offers.

"Do my statements go unheeded? Please, no payment is needed. Being here to witness your lovemaking is enough. I don't need you to give me any more stuff."

However, Sugar Belle noticed that as Zecora spoke, the zebra swatted her tail down, trying to cover her engorged marehood. The baker was embarrassed -- not because Zecora had seen the most intimate moment she'd ever had with her husband, but because they had gotten Zecora so aroused only to then leave her in the lurch.

It didn't seem right, she thought, to give such a good friend such an inadequate reward.

Wheels were turning in Sugar Belle's head. Wheels that had never turned before. Zecora didn't deserve to be blue-balled, she thought. She's so lovely, and so riled up. She deserves a roll in the hay with a good stallion.

Nay, the best stallion.

"There must be something you want," Sugar Belle asked, "a favor, maybe?"

Zecora met her gaze, and the zebra's cyan eyes widened with the realization of what Sugar Belle was offering. Maybe it was just because she was caught up in the horny atmosphere, maybe letting another pony watch her have sex had stripped away her inhibitions, maybe it was hormones, maybe she had just gone mad, but Sugar Belle's implications were clear.

She was offering to let Zecora have a turn with Big Mac.

After a silent, pregnant pause, she answered. "If you really must inquire, there is something that I much desire..."