Entrapment

Big Mac had been enjoying his gloryhole sessions for the last week. Pressure Wave was very good at pleasuring him. He'd finally reached the point where he didn't always require a nap after his blowjobs. He was also enjoying his job more, having finally started harvesting pears today. He had performed the most admirably out of all of his peers, being one of the few that were experienced in orchard work. Not to brag, but instead to bring in the most coin he could.

When he came back to his room, he was met with the view of Jax sitting on his bed with another mare. This one was a zebra. "The vision of loveliness before your eyes is named Zylah, and she's after a prize." Jax stood up and placed his hand of Big Mac's shoulder. "An extra duty has been added to your plate. If you want your relief, then her lust you must sate."

"How exactly do you expect me to do that?" asked Big Mac. Just as he had never received oral sex until recently, he had never given it, either. More importantly, he had never seen this mare. How could he possibly know what she wanted?

"She will tell you what you need to know," smiled Jax. "Take this as an opportunity for your expertise to grow." With a pat on his back, Jax left the room, leaving Big Mac alone with the buxom mare.

"Jax tells me you've never mated before," chuckled Zylah, standing and swaying her hips as she approached him. "I wonder what could lie in store?" She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over to the bed. He could have easily resisted, being more than twice her strength, but he thought it best to do as she asked, unless it went beyond a reasonable thought. He was pushed onto the bed, made to lie down on his back. She began to strip down, tossing her clothes to the floor.

"So, what exactly do you want me to do?" questioned Big Mac, his arousal pushing his loincloth aside.

She straddled his hips, running her fingers along his exposed abs. "For now, I want you to stay as you are. It's all new to you, so I'll lower the bar." She pushed up his shirt, rubbing his chest. He was enjoying it thus far, but he started to enjoy it less when she grabbed his nipples. She gave them a firm tug, eliciting a surprised yelp from him. He looked up at her smirking face, unsure why she would do such a thing. Before he could ask, she pulled her hips up to his face, pressing her vulva against his nose.

Big Mac had taken an anatomy class during his education, and knew what a vagina was supposed to look like. This looked nothing like what he remembered. This one was coal black, even on the inside, whereas he was certain they were supposed to turn pink as he went further in. She had two barbell studs on her left labium, and a single horseshoe barbell on the right, though it did go through two holes. Her pubic hair was shaved into the shape of a spade, such as would be found on a deck of cards, leaving most of the skin exposed to him.

"Start by doing what you think I'll enjoy," she said, pressing her lips to his. "If you're wrong, I'll correct you, boy." Big Mac was unsure where to start, but he began by sticking out his tongue and dragging it along her slit. In response, she began to grind against him.

His hands came up to her hips, giving him an indication of when she would change direction. He started becoming bolder, driving his tongue deep into her hole. She tasted different on the inside than she did on the outside. Better, in fact. Sickeningly sweet liquid began to seep from her folds, dripping down onto his face. She smiled down at him, and he knew he was doing well.

Suddenly, as his nose brushed against her clitoris, she clenched down on his tongue. When it happened a second time, he saw that there was a pattern to it, and tested out his newfound theory by sucking against it. Her thighs squeezed against his head, and she pushed harder against his face. Her left hand gripped at his head, pulling him in by his hair. She bit down on her lip, but couldn't suppress a moan.

They continued in this way for several minutes. She was almost at her limit when she pulled away from him, sliding down his body until her quivering pussy pressed against the tip of his turgid penis. She was very moist, and he was easily slipped inside of her canal. Both of them were close by now, and it wasn't long before he filled her with his virility. She needn't worry about conceiving, as the nation's healthcare made birth control very easy to come by.

She slid up to his face, pressing her pussy against his lips again. "You're an excellent lay, but I digress, it's time for you to clean your mess." Big Mac obediently began to lick her clean between his panting. On her command, he sucked out all of the cum he could reach with his tongue. He was not as pleased with the taste of his own semen as he had been with her flavor. When she was all cleaned and dressed, she stood up and left the room, closing and locking the door behind her. Big Mac had to catch his breath before he could walk over to the gloryhole. He was starting to puff up again, and as he pushed through the hole, he wondered if Pressure Wave would be okay with his sticky cock.

Applejack had been a bit worried about the new guy. He usually came through the hole at about the same time every day, but he was late today. She hadn't been told that he would be late, and she wondered if he had been kept away for the purposes of punishment.

Just as she was about to give up, she saw him push through the wall. He was dirtier than usual, being covered in multiple bodily fluids. She wondered if he was being treated well, or being held down and used. It wasn't her business, she reasoned, setting herself down in front of it and cleaning it with her tongue. He was still wet, meaning that whatever had happened to him was very recent. She admired his stamina.

Pulling out her dildo, she thrust it up inside of herself, submitting to the fantasy she had put together in her head. In it, she would rescue this stallion, carrying him back home to the farm and introducing him to her family. He'd be given a place to sleep in her bed and they would work the farm together all day long. In the colder months, He'd help run the cider press while she brought in the harvest. They'd live a long and happy life together, her and this mystery stallion.

Her fantasies ended as he pumped a hot load down into her stomach. She'd already had dinner, but he had made a pleasant dessert.