Too Big Mac

Big Mac awoke slowly with pain. His head ached, his dick throbbed, and all of his limbs were asleep. He suddenly noticed he had trouble breathing and his eyes snapped open in concern. He was surprised to see his wife's mane less than an inch from his face. He tilted his head from side to side and saw that he and his wife were still in the exact same position they'd fallen asleep in several hours earlier. He remembered the night they'd spent together and smiled warmly at his little Sugar Booger. She looked so peaceful now, rather than the utter freak she turned into in bed. His soft chuckle turned into a hearty laugh that he couldn't suppress and Sugar Belle was gently rocked awake by his shaking chest. She looked dreamily around, not entirely sure of where she was or what was going on. She looked down and noticed her husband's handsome face smiling at her. She grinned sleepily and mumbled, "Mrrnin Mrrc n chis." The two gave each other Eskimo kisses, both floating in a dream of love and endorphins.

The tender moment came to a screeching halt as Sugar Belle's latter half woke up. The soreness of having her pussy stretched like a prisoner on the rack caught up with her and she clung painfully tight to her husband. She gritted her teeth and had to hold back tears as she groaned, "shower!" Big Mac tried to shift into a sitting position, but Sugar Belle squeezed him tightly to indicate he shouldn't move. She grunted, "Don't. Fuckin. Move." She inhaled and exhaled several times to prepare herself. "Carry me to the shower."

Sugar Belle groaned and grunted every time Big Mac shifted, but he eventually managed to stagger over to the shower and he lovingly bathed his little wifey. After they bathed she tried to stand but winced and slumped down again. Big Mac hoisted his mare onto his broad shoulders and followed her directions to the spa. Upon arrival she waved over the attendants and whispered to them. The only words Big Mac could catch were "honeymoon treatment." She pointed at the pony carrying her, and one of the spa attendant's face lit up red even redder than the past time Sugar Belle had seen her while the other giggled vehemently under her breath.

Sugar Belle was placed on a massage table and Big Mac sprawled out on the one next to her. The two mares were about to begin their massage, but she raised a hoof for them to wait a moment. "Mac and Cheese, sweetie, this is going to look a bit awkward." She nodded and the two went about their business poking and prodding and just as Big Mac was about to say something he heard a dull pop and he saw his wife sag visibly in relief. The two masseuses moved to him but stood awkwardly for a moment looking at how big he was. One exited the room and came back with the giant mare from Stalliongrad and three massuers to help. Big Mac squirmed and grimaced as he was massaged. It was even more uncomfortable to feel than to watch. Finally though, he was bent double and he heard the same dull pop come from somewhere in his body, and the ache from his over used loins faded away as his body flooded with a pleasant warmth.

Sugar Belle giggled and limply reached a hoof towards her husband as she was massaged. He wrapped his own around it and the two shared a long loving look. Their moment was once again ruined as the greeting, " 'Ello Apples! How are we this morning?" filled the spa.

Rather than the limpness that accompanied Big Macintosh's last massage, this time he was fully prepared to stand and deliver. He sent his hoof straight through the massage table as he barked, "YOU!" He rose and carelessly flung the broken massage table off of his hoof. "Y'all gotta lotta nerve showin yer face ta us!"

Sugar Belle rose and joined her husband. "You had the gall to do that to us after we trusted you! AFTER ALL THAT PAPERWORK?!" she shouted.

Throbbing Heart, with the most placid smile on her face. "Yes yes, now let me expl~"

"NO!" Big Mac roared. "We ain't havin no more of yer lies!"

Throbbing Heart's horn lit. "Mr Macintosh if you would please look down," the sex therapist said, still not showing any disconcert at the outrage of her clients.

"Get. Out. Of. Here!" Sugar Belle snapped, holding back tears.

"Yes but if you would just l~"

"GO!" both apples screamed.

Throbbing Heart rolled her eyes and her horn flared angrily. The apples minds were assaulted by the deafening screech of microphone feedback and a voice one would normally hear at a metal show roaring "LOOK DOWN!" The young couple cringed in pain and both cracked an eyelid at the floor. Their eyes snapped open when they noticed there were two Throbbing Hearts on the floor giving them oral sex. Their heads snapped back and forth to the sex therapist quietly giggling at their confusion, and at the ponies who were sucking and licking them respectively.

The two other Throbbing Hearts suddenly vanished and the Apples stared at her in shock. "There, you see! No harm, no foul, as they say!"

"H-h-how did you do that?" Sugar Belle breathed.

Throbbing Heart giggled. "Well I don't have the paperwork with me but you both signed saying you'd allow mental clones."

"Mental?" Big Mac asked.

"Of course!" Her horn lit again and a clone started to poke him on the shoulder. "Mrs Macintosh, do you see the other me?" Sugar Belle shrugged her shoulders in confusion. Big Mac's clone disappeared and Sugar Belle saw a clone poking her husband on the shoulder. "Big Mac do you see anypony poking you in the shoulder now?"

The Apples slumped down to their haunches in shock "So you didn't?"

Throbbing Heart giggled. "No ma'am. I can have Piña Colada and Punch Card testify that I was with them all evening."

Big Mac shook his head, still not quite convinced. "But how could y'all. . . "

Throbbing Heart, consummate professional that she was, continued to placate the young couple. "Mr Macintosh, can you remember what time our little incident happened?"

Big Mac went over the events of the night in his head. "Umm . . . OH! Ah remember! I had just watched the sunset."

"Correct." She turned to Sugar Belle. "And you?"

Sugar Belle's eyes went wide. "Suns~ . . ." She whispered breathlessly. She snapped to her hooves. "Wait you could've actually been physically present at one of our." She stopped herself suddenly. "Incidents."

Throbbing Heart sat down calmly. "How would you have me prove it?"

Sugar Belle was uncertain with thought for a moment then lit suddenly on an idea. Her face grew hard as she said, "Was what you told me last night true?"

Throbbing Heart's eyes snapped open in shock. Her surprise faded into weary resignation. She sighed heavily as she said, "Every word."

Sugar Belle walked slowly towards the doctor. "Show me."

Throbbing Heart stood up in shock. "Excuse me?"

Sugar Belle didn't falter. "Show. Me. Last night you said when you're in somepony's head you can't lie to them correct?"

Throbbing Heart stammered, "W-w-well yes but."

Sugar Belle stepped forward, her face no longer hard but pleading. "Then show me." She took Throbbing Heart's hooves in her own. "I want to believe you but I need you to show me."

Throbbing Heart looked about in uncertainty. "Well Mrs Macintosh,I don't know if I can. I mean the sexual history probe isn't the easiest."

"You were able to take a search for fetishes and turn it into a visible record of every sexual experience. Just use P.K.C. to have me cast the spell on you. I know you can do this." A tear hung in the corner of her eye. "Please."

Throbbing Heart exhaled hard. "I'll try."

Sugar Belle brought Throbbing Heart into a hug. "Thank you doctor."

The sex therapist pushed her away. "I don't promise anything. I have no idea if it'll work, but I'll try." She had the masseuses that had fled bring in another massage table, and had them placed end to end. Throbbing Heart and Sugar Belle lay on their massage tables, horns touching. Throbbing Heart sighed and asked, "Are you ready?" Sugar Belle only nodded. "Okay so I'll show you everything from last night. Both what I did, and both of your clones. Okay?"

Sugar Belle sat up and stared hard at Throbbing Heart. "I need to see her Throbs."

Throbbing Heart's face contorted with shock. "WHAT? WHY IN EQUESTRIA WOULD I?!"

Big Mac stomped a giant hoof once for silence. Sugar Belle nodded. "I have to know. If I can see that, I'll know. I want to trust you Throbbing Heart. Everypony here loves you. If you helped save my marriage I want to be able to trust you. Now." She lay down on the table still looking at her. "Will you give me that chance?" Throbbing Heart took a step back uncertainly, looking between the two apples. She warily resumed her place on her table, and her horn lit. Sugar Belle felt herself placed under her control and her own horn began to glow.

She saw though Throbbing Heart's eyes and heard her voice slightly deeper than how she normally heard it as it screamed. "JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO?! TELL ME!"

She saw Rarity, her eyeliner streaming down her face from crying. "I don't want to talk about this again, I'm going!"

She felt the rage battling the love inside the sex therapist's heart. She felt the anger of wanting to love this pony the way she liked, but this stubborn bitch just wouldn't fucking tell me!" She heard herself scream, "DON'T YOU FUCKING WALK AWAY FROM ME!" She felt her horn light and roughly throw Rarity across the room onto the bed. She heard herself snarl, "You are going to tell me how to FUCK YOU RIGHT!" Her horn lit menacingly and Rarity tried to struggle away, but Sugar Belle felt herself holding the pony she loved to the bed.

Rarity screamed in protest but she wouldn't listen. Sugar Belle felt the desperate need to know. She couldn't let Rarity go. She had to know what she needed to do to please her. She dove into her mind offering everything, ANYTHING to please her, but vision after vision was rejected. The vision narrowed in on the silhouette of a pony, but she knew even without being able to see it clearly it didn't have a horn. She felt the desperation turn to pure rage. This pony. This pony who had stolen her heart then had the gall to lie about it. She had to pay. Sugar Belle felt her horn's glow intensify and Rarity's screams of protest took on a note of anguish. She writhed under Sugar Belle's hooves, but couldn't break free. Sugar Belle felt her teeth clench with hate as she forced Rarity's mind to undergo every torture of the flesh imaginable.

Finally her eyes snapped open at her husband shaking her. She lunged forward clinging to him desperately. She wept bitterly into his shoulder in relief at being freed from the memory by proxy. She heard a dull thud from behind her and she saw Throbbing Heart fallen from the table trying to rise. Sugar Belle moved to her. "Throbs I'm so sorry. I should nev~"

She was cut off as Throbbing Heart slapped her across the face with her hoof. "THERE!" She screamed. "NOW YOU SEE WHAT A MONSTER I AM. I HOPE YOU'RE FUCKING HAPPY!" She wept as she galloped out of the spa. Sugar Belle called weakly after her, but she knew it was too late. She was too weak after performing such a taxing feat of magic to rise, so Big Mac carried her back to their hut and layed her gently on the bed wrapping his forelegs around her comfortingly.

They spent the rest of the day in bed sending for their meals. Finally after being mostly silent the whole afternoon Sugar Belle finally spoke. "Baby Lumpkin? We have to make this right." Big Mac nodded his head, knowing without having to be told what that meant. They kissed softly and drifted off to sleep, both knowing they'd need their rest for the ordeal ahead of them.