It was already dark outside by the time Big Mac trudged up the farmhouse stairs. Every step brought a fresh yelp from his back, and the only thing keeping him going was knowing there were only a few steps more to go to the bedroom and the opportunity to collapse onto the mattress.
He’d skipped the dinner Granny had left out for him, worried that if he sat down at the table he’d seize up, and getting to his hooves again would be even worse when the time came. That plough was just so heavy some days, and loading the buckets into the barn had finished him off.
He had to hold back a groan as he finally climbed the top step, not wanting to disturb the rest of the household or wake Apple Bloom if she’d already gone to bed. He almost turned left at the top of the stairs out of habit, towards his old room, but remembered at the last moment and plodded straight ahead. How long would it take for him to get used to having the master bedroom?
Married life sure was weird. In most ways, it was just like normal, and the differences all made him smile. But there’d be no use denying it was weird, all the same. Him, in the master bedroom, while Granny had moved to the smaller room at the other end of the hall. And Sugar Belle, his wife, would be in there already, perhaps reading or knitting, waiting for him.
Maybe if they’d moved away, it’d feel more like they were building a new life together. But just going from one room to another, it was kind of more like his usual life continuing except with her there too. Which was nice. The nicest thing he could think of. But definitely weird too.
He reached the bedroom door and quietly let himself in. Sugar Belle was sitting at the desk, writing a letter or somesuch, but set her quill down as soon as he came in.
“You’re back,” she beamed, standing and rushing over to him. Just the smell of her hair as she hugged him set his aches at rest.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t quick enough to contain a wince when she squeezed him tighter.
“Ohh, I’m so sorry,” she backed off at once, “I should have known from how late you are that you’d had a hard day.”
“S’ok Sugar Belle,” he rumbled, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of mane behind her ear, “please don’t go ‘pologisin’ for givin’ me a hug. Been the best bit o’ my day so far.”
“You poor dear,” she said, gingerly wrapping her hooves around him again.
The result was much less uncomfortable than before, but a bit less satisfying, too, and Big Mac told himself the first thing he’d do when he woke up tomorrow was give her a proper hug for a full minute. He usually felt better the next day, after a good night’s sleep.
“Sore all over?” she asked, turning with one arm still around him and helping him slowly over to the bed.
“Pretty much,” he admitted. He clenched his jaw as he sat down on the edge of the bed, twinges shooting up his spine even with how slowly he lowered himself.
“But particularly your back?” She knelt on the carpet in front of him, reaching her hooves around each side of his chest to rub gentle strokes down his spine. It soothed, but not enough to make much difference. He nodded.
She shuffled closer on the carpet, looking up into his eyes as she brought her hooves around to his front. “Did you get everything done?”
Big Mac had a feeling she already knew the answer. The Apple family might break their backs getting their work finished, but they wouldn’t quit until it was. “Eeyup,” he said, grinning despite his exhaustion.
Hopefully the back breaking to get the work done would remain just one of them metaphors, and not something he’d go through.
“That’s my stallion,” Sugar Belle smiled up at him, so sweetly he thought he might burst. Then, without any hesitation or warning, she dipped her head into his lap. Her warm lips were kissing circles around his tip before he even realised what was going on.
This was definitely new! They’d done that plenty of times before, of course, but in the middle of their intimate time together, not unprompted out of nowhere. He felt his stomach sinking. Sugar Belle didn’t have to do that, just because he’d had a heavy day! He moved his hoof towards her, intending to cup her chin, gently lift her face up, look into her eyes and kiss her. But just as his hoof arrived, he felt warmth spread through him, which a look down, through Sugar Belle’s thick, beautiful mane, confirmed was her taking his tip into her mouth.
The thought of lifting her away, breaking it off, could maybe wait just a little longer? He felt like his whole body might just melt into her mouth right there, with how good it felt. He stroked her mane with that hoof instead, letting her know how much he appreciated it.
Even with tiredness down to his bones, in no time at all he could feel himself hardening, slipping out of his sheath into Sugar Belle’s waiting mouth. And of course, when he was still in the process of growing, she made it look so easy to take the whole thing, effortlessly pressing her lips against his balls at the base.
As he approached full length, she lifted herself off, sliding him out of her mouth until only the tip remained. She looked up from her task, into his eyes, and winked. Then Big Mac shuddered and reached out to grab hold of the bed for support as Sugar Belle did something – he didn’t quite know what, but something magic – with her tongue.
She kept looking into his eyes the whole time, while whatever she was doing kept him glued to the spot. His mouth fell open as he tried to work his jaw. Maybe she was wrapping her tongue around his tip? He couldn’t tell, but after a moment decided he was quite happy to call it magic and just enjoy it rather than questioning it.
Then Sugar Belle closed her eyes, angled her face down a bit more, and started to bob her head up and down in his lap. Big Mac hardly even noticed his back complaining as he slumped lower, letting out a low groan.
Each time Big Mac ran his hoof through her hair, he’d brush it away from her eyes, tucking it behind her ears, but her movements would knock it loose again as soon as he was done, hiding her face. But even from the brief glimpses he did get, he could see her expression was of peaceful contentment, like all she wanted to occupy her thoughts with was slipping his cock in and out of her mouth.
Ever since he’d first seen her, Sugar Belle had been the most beautiful mare he’d met. She was still that beautiful, of course, but these days they’d been together long enough that he was used to it. He didn’t mess up farm work because he was too busy staring at her or thinking about her.
Until now. Right now, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. He wouldn’t have been able to look away to plough a straight furrow or buck a single tree. All he could do was just keep staring at the way his dick disappeared between her lips.
That didn’t seem right. Kinda selfish, that being the image he found most irresistible? Not her smile, not how she looked on their wedding day, not–
Sugar Belle pulled his dick out of her mouth with a loud pop and looked up at him. “You know,” she said, bringing a hoof to his cock and starting to pump it before he had a moment to miss her attentions, “if you hold my mane back, you’ll get a much better view.”
Then she sank straight back down onto his cock without another word, but kept her hoof around the base too, working the bottom few inches of his shaft with it while her mouth took care of the top. Maybe that was making it hard to think, or maybe Big Mac was just having a tough time wrapping his head around something so unexpected.
She wanted him to look? But, however much he wanted to watch having his dick sucked, he wasn’t sure about wanting to watch someone suck his dick, if that made sense. There was something demeaning about kneeling down and taking a stallion’s cock in your mouth, and he wasn’t sure about putting his wife in that position.
Obviously she was already in that position. And, also obviously, he did want to watch. His mind would sometimes wander during the day to rutting Sugar Belle in the hayloft, pushing her face down into the bale she was bent over while he pounded her from behind. Or any one of a dozen other fantasies he’d never dream of telling her about.
But if he watched her now, like this, she’d know. His wife would know how much he was enjoying the sight of her demeaning herself. That didn’t sound the sort of thing that would lead to a long, happy marriage.
Gingerly, he reached out his hooves to her fringe, because she’d said, and he couldn’t really just ignore that. He’d do anything she asked anytime, of course, but never more than when she was at that moment .
She looked up at him, into his eyes, her own eyes sparkling in that way he knew meant she was smiling, even though her mouth was stretched into a different shape. He couldn’t help the way his cock throbbed at the sight, and he thought he saw her eyes shine even brighter as she felt it.
She still kept one hoof going on the base of his shaft, but lifted the other to her mane, pulling it up from either shoulder, as well as all of her fringe, somehow gathering it all up at the back of her head with only one foreleg, and without faltering with her mouth or changing her pace. Then she did take the hoof off his shaft, bringing it to his own, and then guided his hoof to the back of her head, passing the big bunch she’d made of her mane into his grip.
The moment he had it firm enough, she let go and took hold of his cock again, working it in tandem with her mouth. Big Mac stayed where he’d been put, keeping her hair out of the way in a tight grip he hoped wasn’t uncomfortable for her. Although Sugar Belle’s mouth was soft and dreamy and made him want to stay there forever, her hoof was much more solid, and he could already feel her strong strokes pushing him up the familiar path that ended in cumming.
And now he could see perfectly, watching the smoothness with which his dick slipped between her lips, seeing how it would shine with spit as it slid back out again. The air in the room felt so cold on his skin each time, a moment of ice before melting back into the warmth of his wife’s mouth.
It was one of those sights he knew he’d remember vividly for a long time, and would see in his mind again and again as he went about his daily tasks. Sugar Belle’s lips around his dick, his hoof on the back of her head, everything he could possibly want in life.
But far too soon, just as that familiar surge inside him was growing, she stopped! Like last time, her hoof took over working his whole length as soon as it left her mouth. It kept him fired up and moving in the right direction, but he needed more.
“Honey, I’m gonna need some help here,” Sugar Belle said, and Big Mac hardly heard her with how much he was having to concentrate on not just pushing his dick into her mouth again while she was talking – not that he’d ever do that, of course, but the thought of it was so good. “You need to push me down, ok?”
Wait, was this really happening? It sounded like something straight out of Big Mac’s imagination, since he was too horny to think in terms of things Sugar Belle might actually say. Surely she wouldn’t really want him to–
...No, she was looking up at him, waiting for an answer. “Are you… are ya sure that’s what you want?” he managed, his best attempt at an answer that might get her to repeat the question.
She gave him a look that plainly said ‘are you kidding me?’ and gestured at his dick with her free hoof. “This is a lot to work with!”
Now that it was a real possibility, nerves quickly took over. “But what if I hurt you?” At that moment he couldn’t have pushed her down if he’d tried, and could hardly believe he’d been so keen on the idea a few moments before.
She leaned her face up closer to him, so her eyes seemed to be all he saw. “I know you.” Like her hoof still going non-stop on his shaft, her voice was gentle but firm. “You wouldn’t know how.”
That was real kind of her to say and all, but Big Mac hadn’t gotten as careful and restrained as he was for no reason. When you were bigger and stronger than most other ponies, you had to watch yourself so you didn’t hurt anypony by mistake. That was just part of life, and he couldn’t just let it go.
...Could he?
Sugar Belle knew him better than anyone. Knew what he could do, if he wasn’t careful. She even knew what he could be like in the bedroom, in the heat of the moment, when it was easy to get carried away.
And she trusted him, and wanted him to do this.
So, almost trembling, he moved his foreleg, hoof on the back of her head pushing her very slowly towards the tip of his dick. She had just enough time to beam a huge grin up at him before it touched her lips and effortlessly parted them around it.
He stopped when she was halfway down, even though he wanted to go further. Definitely best not to, in case she changed her mind. Even if she didn’t, he knew he should give her a chance to get used to it first.
But she gave a little moan as she sunk down his shaft, like it was exactly what she wanted, and then a slightly indignant squeak when he stopped. With his hoof still gripping her hair where she’d placed it, he lightly tugged, just enough for her to get the message that she was to go upwards now, drawing her back up his length until only the tip remained in her mouth.
He waited a moment, looking closely at her and giving every opportunity he could think of for her to ask him to stop. That was important. He still kept his hoof bunched in her mane, though, and he might have been gripping just a bit tighter than he’d meant to, because, although he could absolutely understand Sugar Belle wanting to stop – expected her to, really – a selfish bit of him really didn’t want her to.
But instead she made an impatient noise. Something that could only have been ‘go on!’
So, well, he… he went on.
Just as gently as before, but a little faster, he pushed her head down, length throbbing as he fed it to her. He kept going just a bit lower this time too, giving her a little more. And with how she leaned into it, he could feel how much she liked that.
He still didn’t understand why, or even how, but if she really wanted it, then, well, ok, he’d be ok with trying to give it.
So he set his hoof moving, lifting Sugar Belle’s head up by the hair and then pushing it back down again, matching the depth and pace she’d set when going on her own. It felt different with him being in charge, in ways he couldn’t quite put his hoof on.
Before he’d felt like he was just wrapped up in all the sensations, but now… Now, what had been tantalising before was too slow. Just a little bit faster would be just right, so, watching closely to check she was ok with it, he picked up the pace. Only a tiny bit.
But now that wasn’t quite fast enough either.
A little faster he pushed her, a little deeper. The strong grasp and quick pace of the hoof around his base was just what he wanted, but he needed her mouth to match. That meant a little faster still, a little further down each time. And Sugar Belle picked up on what he wanted and went harder, in a way he couldn’t put his hoof on.
His first instinct was to put that down to her being the best wife anypony could have ever wanted, but his second was to suspect that she also might secretly be a massive cockslut. His third thought was that the first two were just different ways of saying the same thing. Even if he felt bad for thinking it.
It made him feel a bit better, though, about the way he pushed her down on his length again and again, making her swallow his cock and then pulling her up to repeat the process each time in one smooth motion. Less guilty about the drool that matted her fur as it ran down her chin, or soaked his whole groin area after coating his dick.
And it was so hot. Doing that to her, he couldn’t deny – though he absolutely would, if anypony but her asked – was just what his dick wanted. If it was just what she wanted, too? Well, in that case, a stallion couldn’t argue with his wife and his dick. That just wouldn’t work.
So he forced her head down a little further, feeling the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat each time, just hard enough to be uncomfortable. She could still back up anytime she liked, but if she wanted to be used like a sex object, that seemed a good place to start.
At the sight of the flinch flashing across her face, he almost stopped, but that was harder than he expected. A deep sort of hunger kept him going, even when he knew he shouldn’t, needing her mouth to keep slamming down on him again and again until he came. And as he fought against it, which he knew he really, really should, he noticed Sugar Belle’s hooves. One was still pumping away at the base of his shaft, never faltering even as he pushed in deep, which might be a sign she wanted him to keep going?
But her other hoof, he now realised, was between her hindlegs, frantically rubbing herself. She’d occasionally do that during sex, and no doubt did when he wasn’t around – all mares did these days, he’d been told – but he’d never seen her going at it like that before.
He could tell himself all kinds of things about how his wife was asking him to push her, but nothing proved it like that sight. He didn’t even think as he pushed her down further, and harder. Maybe it was seeing the evidence of how much she really did like it, or maybe it was just being so turned on that made him want his whole length in her throat.
Nothing less would do. His body knew that, even if his mind still struggled to accept it.
He just, with all the strength left in him, managed to hold himself back enough to make the change gradual, to stagger it over a few pummels of her mouth onto his shaft, but within a few seconds he groaned as her lips touched the base, flattening against his abdomen.
His eyes felt like they might drift closed or roll around in their sockets, but he still keenly noticed that his wife’s front hoof, no longer needed to help with milking his cock, had now joined its partner even more furiously between her legs. Sugar Belle’s little moans had become a continuous stream, and he wasn’t sure how much was down to what he was doing to her and how much she was doing to herself.
And it felt just as good as he’d imagined it would, having his whole length vanishing into her mouth each time, her lips pressing against him all the way down, rubbing the sensitive path along the bottom of his cock right the way from his tip to his balls. All the blowjobs he’d ever received before, when he’d wished for just a little bit more, and this was it.
And his balls knew it too. He could feel that tingling working its way forward, building up with each thrust downwards.
He was nearly there. He felt his fist tighten in his wife’s hair, making sure she went exactly where he put her, and couldn’t let up when it was so important for her to keep going. Just keep at it, taking it just as deep as she was, just at that angle, yeah. Maybe even a tiny bit faster still…
Spit was flying off his cock in all directions, and the continuous schlicking noises were almost drowned out by the wet smack-smack-smack of Sugar Belle’s lips against his stomach each time he hammered her head down, while she made gagging and gulping noises alongside her almost delirious groans.
He just needed a little more, and… Yes, there it was, climbing climbing climbing, almost, so close, don’t stop…
A distant part of his mind wondered if he should warn Sugar Belle. But surely she knew? He was jerking her violently around, his legs were shaking, all his muscles had tensed and locked up. Of course she knew.
But mostly his body acted on its own, ignoring any input from his mind, and clamped down on the back of Sugar Belle’s head, holding her down as tightly as he could to bury his whole length in her throat and leave it there, like it was the most important thing in the world.
With a whinny he tried and failed to stifle by clenching his teeth, he threw back his head as he came, feeling it surge down his shaft, squeezed out by the tight confines. Maybe he was just imagining it, but he thought he could feel his balls clench, squirting out everything held into the obedient, waiting throat.
After that initial peak he regained enough awareness to realise how he was choking his wife, and so pulled back, drawing her mouth back up his cock until only the tip remained inside, still spewing spurt after spurt, spasms and shudders running through him, though he couldn’t tell if they came from his dick, his balls, or any of his muscles.
When he was finally done, he released Sugar Belle completely, but before he got much more than a glance at her, kneeling between his hind legs, panting for breath, coat matted and mane in total disarray, he felt again the exhaustion he’d first entered the room with, far stronger this time, and he weakly collapsed backwards.
A few moments later, his wife crawled up the bed to nestle beside him, landing heavily. They lay there for a while, saying nothing as their heartbeats slowly calmed to their normal paces. Although Big Mac still found he hadn’t the energy to speak, he did manage to glance down at Sugar Belle snuggled against his side, and she looked up into his eyes. While he knew he must have looked more completely satisfied than he ever had in his life, he couldn’t deny that so did she. Perhaps even more than him.
So with any concerns laid to rest, he cuddled her closer and sank his head back onto the mattress. Within a couple of minutes, he was asleep.
Six Months Later
The weariness in Big Mac’s bones as he shouldered open the bedroom door was balanced out by the eagerness in his groin. Sugar Belle, lying on the bed on her front, smiled as she looked up at him from her book.
The door had barely swung shut and the bookmark only just made it into the pages by the time Big Mac reared up onto the bed, driving his throbbing shaft straight into Sugar Belle’s happy, expectant mouth, hilting right in her throat from the first go. He let out a dreamy sigh before he started humping away at her face, and heard one echo up from underneath him too.
Being married was the best thing ever!
Author's Note
Curious to see how the ratings turn out on a non-futa story.
