Too Big Mac

Applejack worked to keep her mind busy. She cleaned out the pig pens, she swept the barn, she organized the apples by colour and size. Anything to keep her mind off of the uncomfortable ordeal in front of her. It had been like pulling teeth to get her to agree to hire a. . . Applejack still shuddered at the title. "Sex therapist." "More lahk a prevert to get mah kin to do all manner of unnatral~"

She was cut off in her grumbling by the second most beautiful pony she'd ever laid eyes on standing less than a foot in front of her, golden eyes staring intensely, horn glowing softly. She was a curvaceous white unicorn, with a body that screamed sensuality. Her cutie mark was of a large topped heart, but it had an odd line half way down the middle that made it look more like something else heart shaped. Her mane and tail were the same dark gold as her eyes, which seemed tired. Her whole body seemed to have a weary grace about it that only added to her charm. Applejack couldn't find her words with her standing so close, but the unicorn backed her up into the wall as she spoke in an intense rising undertone in her seductive voice. "Do what?" she said slowly lowering her head to Applejack's neck.

The earth pony's mind revolted at the licentious scene, but her body yielded without resistance to the mare's advances. "Get them addicted to perverted fetishes?" She kissed Applejack's neck softly. The earth pony failed to stifle a soft moan. "Ensnare then in an adulterous cabal?" She trailed down Applejack's tone stomach, kissing her all the way down to her ever moistening marehood. The farm pony's head was spinning. The unicorn's face was inches away from her exposed glistening lips. She could feel her breath on her crotch as she spoke. "Convince them to watch as their spouses are taken in front of them by strange ponies."

Applejack tried to say something but her body went rigid as she felt the strange unicorns tongue connect with her clitoris. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched as this unknown mare dragged her tongue in small circles around Applejack's under appreciated love button. She dragged her tongue painfully slowly up and down the farm pony's lips. Small moans escaped the earth pony when the unicorn slipped her talented tongue into her marehood and probed around as if searching for something, but not being in any hurry to find it.

Applejack heard a voice in her head. "Let's see what you like." Suddenly visions flashed through the farm pony's mind of all manner of lewd and perverted sex acts. Here her being the center piece in a circle of very enthusiastic zebras, there her being led around on a leash like a dog. As soon as she would picture a scene though, it would suddenly change. As if she was being offered anything that her lewdest fantasies could crave, but her mind kept rejecting what was offered. The tongue sped up it's spiraling movement around Applejack's swollen clit as the intruder in her mind narrowed in on what Applejack's body truly desired. The farm pony didn't even try to resist now, her hips grinding forward, giving full access to whatever this lustful mare was willing to give her. She felt the pressure building as the mental image became clearer and clearer. The mare between her legs seemed to become excited at the prospect of finding what this pent up mare's deepest desire was, and she started to gently nibble on her prey's tender clit. The mental image became crystal clear and just before she was about to climax, Applejack screamed, "OH RARITY!"

The unicorn's ears shot forward and her eyes snapped open, and suddenly Applejack realized there was nopony in the barn but her. She panted heavily, every nerve on edge from being so near to sexual gratification then being denied. She looked around in dumbstruck astonishment. Where did she go? Who was that? Was any of that real? Applejack slowly removed her back from the wall and looked down to the hay on the floor to see a small puddle of her love juices staring back at her.

She jumped at the noise of somepony knocking at the open barn door. "Bienvenue? 'Ello? Miss Applejack are you in- Ah there you are. Hello my name is Throbbing Heart. You may call me T.H. if you like." The newcomer said in a bright cheery tone, her accent reminiscent of the spa ponies or photo finish. Applejack was confounded by having to try to do several things at once. She had to move to stand over the puddle she'd made, she had to snatch her hat off of her head to hide her drenched thighs and legs, and she had to try to stutter a startled greeting to the-

"Just wait a gosh dern second! Yer the pony who just-" Applejack began but was interrupted by Pinkie Pie appearing from behind her.

"Did what? Say hello? Extend a hoof. Walk inside? Huh huh huh?" She said bounding around the mortified earth pony, still holding her hat to her uncomfortably moistened nether regions. "Silly Applejack! That's not where you wear a hat. Quit being such a silly filly and come say hi to the LooOooove Doctor," Pinkie said in a sensual voice, nudging the bright red Applejack with her elbow.

Applejack's embarrassment evaporated at that thought. Her voice dropped two octaves. "Y'all are the sex therapist?" she growled.

"Yeah huh! She's gonna help your brother get his winkie in Sugar's kitchen si-" Pinkie's ramble was cut off by Applejack wrapping her lasso around the pink pony's throat.

Applejack growled malevolently, "THAT'S who we're trustin to assist mah KIN?!" she said tightening the noose.

Pinkie Pie in typical Pinkie Pie fashion coughed. "Yeah huh." In a strangled voice, face turning blue."

Pinkie Pie was saved from being murdered by Rarity levitating the lasso off of her throat. "APPLEJACK! NONE OF THAT!" she barked. "This is already going to be unpleasant enough, and you being fussy won't solve anything."

Applejack turned to snarl at Rarity but suddenly her own voice shouting, "OH RARITY!" echoed in her mind. Her face went beet red and she turned to see the golden maned unicorn's horn stop glowing. Throbbing Heart winked at her and the enraged farm pony was suddenly silenced. Pinkie Pie, having learned nothing, leaned in and in the world's worst stage whisper said, "They used to bang. Don't bring it up!"

All three mares glared at her and she was suddenly snatched away by Rainbow Dash. "Pinkie! Stop trying to get yourself killed."

The pink pony snorted. "Better ponies than them have tried!"

Twilight corralled the six other ponies, and they all crowded into the Apple family's living room. Granny Smith in her rocking chair, the unfortunate couple holding hooves limply on the couch, the mane six standing in a semi circle around them, and Throbbing Heart sitting placidly sipping tea in an arm chair across from them.

Big Macintosh seethed, barely contained fury emanated from him at what was proposed. "We. Ain't. Doin. It," he growled.

Twilight tried to reason with the stubborn stallion. "Now Big Mac, we know this is a bit awkward, but-"

"Y'ALL DON'T KNOW NUTHIN!" he roared. "We don't need no help!"

Granny Smith cowed the raging husband back down beside his wife. "Easy there bucko easy."

Applejack sighed hard. "Brother, y'all can't go on like this. We can't have y'all." She looked up and away. "Hangin out all the time all over the house." Everypony but Sugar Belle and Throbbing Heart looked away from Big Macintosh's once again unsheathed member and Fluttershy fainted. "Now Rarity says." She had to clear her throat at the memory of what had occurred in the barn. "That this here doctor can help, and she ain't gonna do nothin unnatural or immoral 'gainst y'all."

Rarity took up the discussion. "That's right. She's a doctor and is very professional in her work."

Big Mac didn't budge an inch. "This is a private matter, and I don't appreciate y'all makin it everypony's business APPLEJACK!"

"If everypony could leave the room please." Throbbing Heart's voice cut through the tense air of the conversation like a knife. "Mr. Macintosh is absolutely right. This is a private matter, and you are dismissed."

The mane six looked from one to another uncertainly, but Twilight finally said, "Come on girls," and they filed out, Granny Smith taking a concerned look back, then shutting the door behind her.

Big Macintosh begrudgingly thanked the good doctor. "You're quite welcome. Now Mr. Macintosh, I know this is a very tender subject, but I think you'll come to trust me if you know a little more about me and what I do. My name is Throbbing Heart, Doctor of Psychology. I've helped over fifty couples with my counseling, and I'm batting about two to three for success." Her mood darkened slightly. "A long time ago I let sex ruin the very best relationship I ever had, and after that I swore an oath to never let it happen to anypony ever again."

Big Mac sighed. "Now Mrs Heart, I don't wanna be down on what y'all do fer a livin, but taint right to have somepony else involved in the marriage bed."

Throbbing Heart put down her tea and smiled. "That's exactly why I do what I do." She flashed her golden eyes and immaculate smile at the young couple. "I love marriage. I do whatever I can to save relationships. I can tell just how much you love each other, and I'd hate to see the two of you split up by what should be the greatest blessing of your marriage. For the record your problem is the exact opposite of my normal fare. Usually it's stallions attempting to throw a hot dog down a hallway but you two." She chuckled to herself. "Well." She tilted her head in acknowledgement of Big Mac's burgeoning erection. His face went pink, and he tried, and failed, to hide it under his hooves. "Now Mr. Macintosh, I believe you think I'm going to be physical with either you or your wife. Am I correct?"

Big Macintosh's frown grew. He sighed hard. "Call me Big Mac," he said mirthlessly.

Heart smiled. "Thank you Big Mac, now." She removed a few pieces of paper from a small brown leather portfolio she had brought with her. "You and I will both sign an agreement that at no point will I ever touch you or your wife in a sexual way."

Big Mac's eyebrows raised at that. "Well that's very nice ma'am but that's not exactly the issue."

"Please, call me T.H. Miss T.H." she said smiling.

Big Macintosh sighed again. "T.H. it's not just a matter of y'all touchin or observin or nuthin like that it's. . . It's!" He looked up and away.

"You think you're not a good husband if you have to get help," she said plaintively.

Big Mac's eyes started up with tears. "YE HE HE HEEEES." Sugar Belle patted him on the back as he bawled. "WHUT KIND OF A HUSBANS AM I IFFIN I NEED Y'ALL TO SHOW ME HOW TO MAKE LOVE TO MY OWN WIFE?!' His sobs shook the whole living room.

"Mac n cheese?" Sugar Belle cooed.

"Yes." He sniffled. "Sugar pie hi hi hi hi"

She took his hooves in her own. "I want to be a good wife to you. I want to be able to please you, and right now I just don't know how to do that. Now this lady's willing to help us, and I know I need her help. Please husband? Please let me be a good wife to you?" Her eyes filled with tears and Big Mac's heart melted.

"And after we're done your relationship will be healthier, stronger and much." She giggled softly. "More satisfying."