A Ponytones Affaire

by Hyperstorm_h

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Romance, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life
Length: 6970

Big Mac has a wardrobe problem minutes before a Ponytones performance at the Rich's house. Rarity, as the group manager, will do her best to deal with such problem.

This fic is anthro despite the pic used. There aren't many anthro drawings of the Ponytones, unfortunately.

Rarity is well known for her generous side. As the main manager and creator of the Ponytones, she has always tried to solve all the problems that arose in the group personally.

Right before one of their performances at the Rich's house, Big Mac turns out to have a slight wardrobe problem, and Rarity will do whatever it takes to make the huge farmer presentable for the number again.

Whatever it takes.

Contains: Anthros, huge endowments, blowjobs, straight sex and more cum than it should be possible.

Published 2021-07-13 22:50:04 UTC
Last updated 2021-07-13 22:50:04 UTC

It takes one good dressmaker

"Is everything okay, Big Mac?" Rarity asked, somewhat concerned as she knocked on the door of the room that was acting as a dressing room. “We have to act in ten minutes, dear”.

The dressmaker-turned-singer looked nervously at Torch Song and Toe-Tapper, who returned a similar look. All three were dressed in the same clothes: white shirt and pants with green v-neck jumper and green bow tie with yellow stripes. A simple and classic set that Rarity designed for the musical group that they formed: the Ponytones.

The ensemble was formed by Rarity as a simple diversion far removed from the profit motive, but the generous unicorn soon saw that they had the potential to help with the monetary problems of cultural and charitable organizations by collecting donations with their acts. Sometimes they also performed at birthdays and private parties for a small commission. Just enough to cover the few expenses of the group.

The initial idea began to hatch when Rarity caught Big Mac singing while he was on his way to the market to sell apples at his stall. The farmer was a shy pony, so hearing him sing was uncommon. Big Macintosh's deep, powerful voice dazzled Rarity immediately. It was rare to hear such a clean register in such a deep voice, so the designer suggested that they could practice a song as a duet. Not that she liked to brag about it, but Rarity was aware that she had a lovely singing voice, so she thought they could do something together.

Big Mac wasn't too sure at first, but he was having a hard time denying Rarity such a simple favor, so he finally agreed. It also helped that Rarity was a close friend, so spending time with her to do something together was a plus for him.

After practicing for a few weeks they made a lot of progress, and they were already able to sing some duets almost perfectly. During that time, Rarity saw the opportunity to perform in public during the cider party that was being organized at Sweet Apple Acres that year. Big Mac was reluctant to sing in public, but Rarity eventually convinced him. After all, livening up the party with their songs was going to be good for business, being one of the hosts.

Fortunately, the performance at the party was a success, attracting the attention of Toe-Tapper and Torch Song; a pair of earth ponies who were dedicated to singing and showponyship.

After getting some advice from the couple and learning a little more about their background, Rarity thought that the four of them could get together to create a vocal group. Toe-Tapper and Torch Song were delighted and immediately agreed. After a few rehearsals in quartet, they decided that the imposing voice of Big Macintosh would be the main one in the songs. The experience of Toe-Tapper and Torch Song was very useful when it came to understanding the group and guiding the harmonies in the songs, and after working hard for several weeks, they managed to compose a suitable song that combined the different voice registers of the quartet.

The group had only just begun singing publicly, but the few performances they had had been a success. They really only had one song in their repertoire for now, but everypony loved hearing it.

That day they were going to sing for Diamond Tiara's birthday. Filthy Rich asked it as a personal favor to both Rarity and Big Mac, and they gladly agreed. Both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were not amused that a pony as cruel and self-centered as Diamond Tiara was receiving such favorable treatment from her older brothers, but Diamond's father was a very influential person and a well-known philequid, and both Rarity's and Big Mac's families were on good terms with the Richs, so there was no compelling reason to refuse.

"Big Mac?" Rarity insisted on the door. She managed to hear Big Mac whispering through his teeth as he struggled with his clothes.

"Rarity, I think I'm going to need your help," Big Mac's voice said from inside the room. “Can you get in alone?”.

Rarity looked at Toe-Tapper and Torch Song again and motioned for them to leave. She then entered the room and closed the door.

The bedroom was very standard. There was a single bed with a few shelves of diverse books, a classically designed nightstand, and a wardrobe that matched the rest of the furniture. It was probably a guest room. Big Mac was sitting up in bed, hunched forward as he hugged one of the bed pillows against his broad chest.

"What's wrong, Big Mac?" Rarity asked, sweetly. “Don't tell me you suddenly have stage fright. I know it was hard for you to start singing in public, darling, but I thought you were over it. And it is a private party, so there won’t not be that much public”.

"N-No, it's not that," Big Mac replied nervously. “It's another kind of problem.”

“What is it, then?”

Big Mac wanted to answer but he hesitated. "Truth is... It is very embarrassing…”

Rarity sighed in exasperation.

"Please, Big Mac, you're not a foal!" She walked over to the farmer until she was within inches of him. Even though he was sitting on the bed, Big Mac was so big that Rarity barely had to look down at his face. “We are two adult ponies. If you have any problems, let me know and I will try to help you, darling.”

Rarity sat down next to him, on the edge of the bed, and Big Mac reflexively moved almost a foot away from her, placing the cushion between them without separating it an inch from his chest. The dressmaker couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"O-Okay, okay," Big Mac blurted, eventually. “The problem is that my pants have ... ripped.”

Rarity stared at Big Mac poker-faced for a few seconds, then tried to suppress a giggle with one of her delicate hands.

“Is that all? That's nothing to be ashamed of, dear. It happens more often than you think,” Rarity assured with a smile. She pointed to Big Mac's pants. “If you show me, I could see the extent of the damage. Hopefully it will just be a burst seam and I can fix it right away.”

Big Mac didn't move an iota and was silent for a few seconds. Rarity thought she understood what was happening.

"Oh, come on, dear. You don't have to be ashamed,” Rarity said, trying to downplay the situation. “I remind you that you had to be in your underwear to get your measurements taken for that same outfit you are wearing, so I'm not going to see anything I haven't seen before.”

“Well, the truth is that the problem is more than just some torn pants... On second thought, I think I should retire and leave it for another day-”

“What?!” Rarity interrupted Big Mac with a loud screech. “That won’t do! No way! If you withdraw, the whole group withdraws. And we can't put it off for another day because Diamond Tiara's birthday is today. What excuse am I going to give to Filthy Rich?”

"That ... I am indisposed?" Big Mac answered with a nervous smile.

This time, Rarity glared at the huge farmer. They were supposed to be ready outside to start singing and they were still there discussing the mysterious issue that Big Mac refused to share. Rarity used to be patient with the ponies around her, but time was short on this occasion.

The dressmaker got up from the bed and stood in front of him. Without a word, and in a sudden move, she tried to take away from Big Mac the pillow that was using to cover his chest. He, however, did not let Rarity separate it from his body and clung to it like a limpet clings to a rock.

"Drop the cushion!" Rarity yelled as she tried futilely to grapple with Big Mac. “Show me your problem at once!”

The farmer was physically stronger than Rarity by a good measure, so once he was able to raise his guard so that she wouldn't take his protection in a slip, he no longer had to exert too much effort to hold it in place. Rarity, however, did not give up in her efforts, and each time she tried to pull the cushion harder, looking for different points of support, until at a certain moment she pulled with such force that the carpet she was on slipped between her hooves, losing her balance and falling onto the parquet floor on her side.

Rarity massaged her hip to try to ease the pain and tried to get back up.

"I'm so sorry, Rarity! Are you okay?”

Rarity was still concentrating on the pain until she realized that Big Mac's towering figure had risen from the bed and was offering her a hand to help her up. She wasn't sure if Big Mac had noticed, but he was no longer holding the cushion, exposing the problem. And it was a huge problem.

Just like Rarity said before, she had already seen Big Macintosh in his underwear. The farmer was quite a physical marvel, six feet and four inches tall with swollen, prominent muscles but not as comically sized as Bulk Biceps. Unsurprisingly, the day she took his measurements for his suit she also had to take into account the size of his bulky package. His very bulky package. She, of course, maintained her professionalism throughout the process, but she couldn't help but marvel at what he had to have underneath his tight boxers.

In that moment, not only she was seeing what was hidden beneath those, but she was seeing him in all his brutal and complete glory. A gigantic, fully erect black cock loomed over her, pulsing and adorned with thick veins that ran the entire length. There were many rumors circulating in Ponyville about Big Mac's enormous tool, but what was in front of her had exceeded even her hottest expectations. Despite the large size of the farmer, somehow that cock seemed even too big for him, proportionally.

Rarity was so distracted by that huge length that Big Mac eventually realized his carelessness.

"Oh shit!” Big Mac blurted out as he quickly reached for the pillow to hide the corpus delicti.

The farmer's gesture made Rarity get down to Equestria again. She got up on her own, cleared her throat, and tried to brush the dust off her pants as if nothing relevant happened.

"I see the problem is not just that your pants have ripped," Rarity said, blushing, "but also what has, let's say, caused them to rip."

Big Mac nodded silently, also red-faced. Redder than usual, at least.

"Can you take them off? I need to see the extent of the damage,” Rarity insisted, then turned onto her back, closing her eyes. “Let me know when you are ready, dear.”

Big Mac thanked Rarity's gesture for respecting his privacy. He quickly removed the garment and held it in front of the unicorn as he tapped her on the shoulder. Rarity opened her eyes, took his pants and spread them out before her.

"Luckily it's just a burst seam, as I said. Although pretty… big, yes,” Rarity commented as she studied the pants closely. She couldn't get out of her mind that the reason for the ripping was Big Mac's prodigious member. Like a beast that was impossible to cage. “It will only take a few minutes to fix it. I'm going to warn the Rich of the delay, get a needle and thread, and will be back in a moment, darling.”

"O-Ok."

Rarity left his pants on the bed, went to the door, and left the room.

As soon as Rarity was gone, Big Mac sighed with relief and relaxed. He tossed the pillow aside and glared at his massive phallus. Despite being so big and fat, it managed to lean up at a slight angle.

"Why do you always have to get me in trouble?" He mused as he watched his huge member and placed it before his face. It was so long that if she held it against his torso it would almost reach his pecs. “It’s always the same thing with you…”

His member was feeling especially sensitive, so he released it before he started doing something he might regret later.

Big Mac was a pony with a specially high libido. Every morning he had to masturbate at least a couple of times if he didn't want a cheeky erection to appear during the day. Usually, for his day to day, that used to be enough to keep the beast asleep. However, ever since he started practicing for the singing group alongside Rarity, his member could woke up during the day at the most unfortunate of times, even after having done his couple of morning releases. And it was at those times when he had to leave quickly to take care of that impertinence.

During the heat season these situations were standard for Big Mac. Hormones were in full swing during those spring months, and the Ponyville mares were much more receptive, so keeping his member under control was a near impossible task. However, it was autumn, so the problem was far from being that.

His problem was Rarity herself. Or rather, her incredibly hot body.

Most of the young (and not-so-young) mares in Ponyville were really attractive, but Rarity was easily among the most beautiful. She had big and beautiful blue eyes and a violet mane with ringlets to which she would surely dedicate hours of care; wide hips and a big and rounded ass. And along those, some big and firm tits that, in one way or another, always stood out in the outfits she wore. They weren't the biggest he'd ever seen, not even in Ponyville, but they certainly stood out in her lush figure.

Still, he felt bad thinking of her as a "problem." Rarity was a charming, very insightful pony, and helpful like no other, in addition to having a divine voice that she used exceptionally well when it came to singing. She was also very altruistic, although that side of her wasn't a surprise since everyone knew that the young unicorn was the bearer of the Element of Generosity.

A sizable drop of pre came out of Big Mac's urethra and it slid down his penis after it throbbed a few times. Celestia, thinking about her so much made his huge rod even harder.

"Rarity…" he murmured as he instinctively slid a hand down his cock. “I can't get you out of my head.”

"O-Oh dear…”

An icy chill ran down Big Mac's spine. He looked up and Rarity was there, under the doorframe. She was holding a sewing basket in one hand while having the door knob in the other. They both stared at each other for a few seconds, as if time had stopped. Quickly, Big Mac reached for the pillow again to try to cover his embarrassment and, in turn, Rarity stepped inside to close the door again, this time pulling the latch.

"I'm sorry, I… uh…" Big Mac stammered completely flushed, trying to explain himself, but Rarity cut him off.

"Ahem, Filthy Rich has already been warned. I told him that you had a little wardrobe problem and that I would take care of it myself.” Rarity put the sewing kit down on the nightstand. Her horn lit up a sky blue hue and her telekinesis lifted the pants that were still on her bed to place them before her. “They'll be ready in a moment, dear.”

The seamstress opened the basket with her magic and floated the needle and thread, working skillfully in the air and with her back to Big Mac. There wasn’t a suitable surface, but she had enough experience to do some small kinetic sewing in the air without a problem. She threaded the needle and began to sew the crotch.

Big Mac silently watched Rarity work, until his gaze dropped to the unicorn's butt. The trousers in that outfit fit perfectly around her figure, making her smooth, bulging buttocks stand out on her garment. Rarity's long wavy tail flapped from side to side, as if drawing his gaze. Maybe she was moving it because she was enjoying every minute of her sewing, or so he wanted to believe.

Eventually, Rarity took one last stitch and looked at her work from various angles to make sure it was done correctly.

“Perfect! Now it’s fixed,” Rarity said with a smile without taking her eyes off his pants. “How are you doing your… ahem… problem?”

Big Mac gulped.

“It's still there…”

"Then something must be done. Don't you think, darling? “Rarity turned her gaze to the farmer with a mischievous smile. “Or else you won't be able to put your pants on.”

A bead of sweat trickled down the farmer's forehead.

"Y-Yes. I think I should go to the bathroom and… freshen up a bit.”

The dressmaker approached Big Mac with a ravenous smile. After what she saw she couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

"We could do something else. Tell me, Big Mac: Do you find me attractive?”

"Uhhh… Well, I doubt there's anyone in Ponyville who doesn't find you attractive."

Rarity walked over to him and placed a hand on his pillow, still held firmly against his chest.

"You're such a sweetheart," she said in a honeyed voice as she felt for the cushion and tried to highlight her already generous bust. “So what do you think if I help you solve your "little problem?”

"I… I don't think this is a good time. The Rich are still waiting for our performance.”

"Oh, I'm aware of that, darling." Rarity took a more serious gesture, but she didn't take her hand one iota off the pillow. “But you can't go out there with this boner, and we can't sing without you. Besides," she added with a giggle, "maybe I exaggerated a bit when I told him how long it would take to fix your pants, so we have more than enough time.”

Seconds ticked by as Big Mac tried to make a decision. The two of them had been alone practicing almost every day for several months; they had many occasions to reach this step. And there was Rarity, determined to have sex with Big Mac in the middle of a birthday party, while everyone was waiting for them to do their musical number. It was not the ideal moment or the most discreet, but given the circumstances, this should do.

The truth is that the rumors that circulated around Big Mac during these last years always picked Rarity's sexual curiosity. Some mares gossiped about him having an obscenely-sized member, similar to what you could see in porn magazines specialized in giant cocks; and an overwhelming sexual prowess with which she could satisfy several mares at once. She just confirmed the first rumor, and she expected to get a good sample of the second one. Golden Harvest, Cheerilee and Berry Punch attested that all that gossiping was true. Rarity still remembered Cheerilee's gleeful face; limping for a whole week after spending a night with the farmer.

Big Mac didn't say a word. Hesitating, he finally pulled the cushion off his body, tossed it aside, and spread his legs to allow access to Rarity.

The dressmaker licked her lips at the sight. Big Mac's massive rod loomed before her, furious and imposing. She had already seen it before her for a few seconds, but this time she tried to take a closer look at the details of such a beast. Despite being as thick as Rarity's forearm, and so long that it reached his chest, Big Mac managed to keep that behemoth upright in the air without difficulty. The virile cock pulsed with each of its beats as if it had a life of its own. Obscenely thick veins were marked in the member with each pulsation, nourishing it with blood to bloat its size to the limit. Its wet tip gave off a heady, manly scent and a pearl of pre adorned his urethra until it danced down the massive body of the tool to the base of his testicles. Goddesses! They were gigantic! Rarity had already seen Big Mac in his underwear, and she was sure that that size was much larger than what she could intuit through his garments that day. In fact, she was sure that at that size his current clothes couldn't contain them. Those balls were so big that she would need two hands to hold each one of them.

Rarity began to undress, starting with her green sweater.

"I wonder who is responsible for that boner," Rarity asked with a giggle as she pulled the V-neck sweater over her head, making her large breasts jiggle before Big Mac's lustful gaze. She took off her bowtie and began to unbutton her shirt. “Was it my fault, darling?”

"M-Maybe."

"Oh? ‘Maybe?’” Rarity finished unbuttoning her shirt and took it off. Then she did the same with her bra, exposing her huge, perky breasts. “You were touching your dick while saying my name, dear.”

Big Mac, who hadn't taken his eyes off the dressmaker's tits, flushed deeply and looked away.

"D-Did you hear me?"

"By accident, but yes." Rarity pulled her white pants and panties down to the floor at once and stepped aside to shake them off. Completely naked now, she walked over to Big Mac and sat on his lap, causing the gigantic member of the earth pony to snake between her legs. Their torsos were so close that Rarity's big tits were pressed firmly against his chest. The dressmaker could feel Big Mac's cock throbbing against her already wet lower lips. “You still haven't removed all of your clothes.”

Rarity put her hands under his sweater to help him remove his garment. She couldn't help but groping and stroking his hard torso, licking her lips as she did so. Those muscles were pure granite. Big Mac allowed himself to be guided and in a few seconds the garment was off. Shirt was next.

She had barely started to undo the buttons when Big Mac launched himself to bring his lips to Rarity's. That took her by surprise, but the gesture was well received and she accepted the dance with the farmer's huge tongue as he held her firmly by her shoulders with his large hands. The fiery kiss seemed eternal to Rarity, but after a few intense seconds, her lips parted to get fresh air.

"Why *uff* haven't we done this before?" Rarity asked as she tried to catch her breath.

"I didn't think you were that interested in me until now," Big Mac replied. “Romantically, I mean.”

"Oh, darling… I'm sure almost every mare in Ponyville would want to spend a night with you. Or more than one. However, I was and still am interested in moving the Ponytones project forward. If I had taken this step in the early days, it might have made you think that the group was just an excuse to *ahem* get inside your pants.”

"Ah, so it wasn't?"

“What? Of course not!” Rarity straightened herself with some indignation in her voice. “I was genuinely surprised by your singing that day! You don't even have to take my word for it. You are the lead voice of the quartet and people rave about our numbers! It should be proof enough to…”

"Yeah, yeah. I was just kidding,” Big Mac interrupted with a wink as he brought his hands to Rarity's broad buttocks and squeezed them firmly. “We better hurry if we’re doing this.”

"You ruffian..."

Rarity traded her slight indignation for a mischievous smile. Gently, she removed Big Mac's hands from her bottom and pushed the farmer against the bed. “But you're right. Let me take care of everything, dear.” The white unicorn turned around to face the farmer's member. It’s colossal size was something to be amazed with. Lying down helped Big Mac's cock to stay vertical, making it face Rarity as if it was a third companion. She caught it between her hands and began to gently massage it, feeling it between her fingers. He was so thick that she almost needed both hands to encircle him completely. “Good heavens... How could you have all this stuffed in your pants?”

"It's a lot more manageable when it's flabby. If it’s not, that’s another story.”

Rarity brought his cock against her breasts. Despite its base being Rarity's crotch level, the gigantic member protruded above her hefty tits. Being a dressmaker as she was, Rarity had a good eye for calculating measurements on the fly, and she was sure that that cock must have been about sixteen inches long. It was terrifyingly thick too, but Rarity's large melons were more than enough to cover it completely.

She brought his cock eagerly to her muzzle and licked the wet tip with passion. A strong pungent apple-tinged scent invaded her tongue. She couldn't take it anymore; although it was going to be difficult due to the intimidating size, she wanted to feel that cock in her throat, so she opened her mouth as wide as possible and introduced it inside her. She could only handle three inches in her first try, just barely his glans; so she still had at least a foot more to swallow. Rarity had never tried to give such a big cock a blowjob; not even among her assorted sex toys was there one that approached that size, so she had quite a challenge before her. She felt Big Mac's moans behind her, who was ecstatic to feel Rarity's silky mouth on his phallus. She redoubled her efforts and began to lower her head to try and swallow more cock. In her position, she could only gobble it up to a certain extent, so she took her plump tits with both hands and hugged his cock to massage it as she raised and lowered her head.

Suddenly, she felt Big Mac's strong hands squeeze her buttocks.

"I'm not going to sit still while you do all the work," the farmer commented as he harshly massaged Rarity's firm ass.

She raised her head to remove his cock from her mouth with a loud hickey and replied: "Did I already tell you’re a sweetheart, Big Mac?"

"Just a few minutes ago," said the big farmer with a mischievous smile.

Rarity giggled and went back to work on his monstrous phallus, bringing it back to her mouth. As she continued to face-fuck and tit-fuck the hulking specimen, Rarity's horn lit up, encircling the farmer's fat balls with her magic to fondle them.

"Oh, fuck…" Big Mac gasped, trying to follow Rarity's seesaw with his pelvic movements. “I'm going to cum if you keep up like this.”

Rarity was proud to be able to satisfy such a virile and supposedly sexually experienced pony. The truth is that keeping the rhythm while using her magic at the same time took some practice, but she had time and several occasions to try and improve that kind of sex games with other ponies. Rarity wasn't exactly an amateur; she had relationships with both Ponyville residents and ponies from out of town. Still, most of them were one-night stands, and she didn't get to forge any serious relationships outside of casual sex.

Suddenly, Rarity felt Big Mac's obscene cock swell even more, constricting her already tight throat. The thought that such a large member could grow even more made her so horny that she came abundantly on the farmer's pubis.

"Rarity! I'm ... I'm going to cum!” Big Mac announced urgently.

She pulled his cock out of her throat until it was at her lips and she released her tits to grip the rod with her hands.

Rarity expected Big Mac's jets of cum to be abundant and powerful… but what she received from it was a crushing discharge, so powerful it almost forced her lips away from the tip. Almost. The semen came out so explosively that Rarity couldn't swallow it or keep it in her mouth after the second salvo, so she finally had to let the cock free, leaving the viscous liquid to flow at its wim. As soon as she did, a powerful salvo shot several feet into the air, permeating the ceiling with the virile substance. Big Mac continued to shot what appeared to be gallons of potent cum into the air, causing it to fall on both ponies' naked bodies with a slimy, obscene splash. The virile stallion's urethra continued to pour cum for almost a minute, each rope with less force and quantity, until only a shy drop bubbled from that colossal rod.

Rarity wiped off some of the cum that had fallen on her face and gazed at their bodies; she didn't know if she was feeling more surprised than excited. The amount of semen that was on the ceiling, on the bed, and sticking on their bodies was worthy of a bukkake scene, but all that slimy substance had come out from a single orgasm of a single pony. If she was already aroused before the virile promise of such a majestic cock, now that she had met and exceeded all her expectations she felt hornier than ever.

"Good heavens!" Rarity exclaimed as she took the huge cock back in her hands. He had barely deflated and was quickly reaching his full size again. “How can you still be stiff after cumming so much?”

"Well, I've always been very productive," Big Mac commented as he lifted one of his huge balls with one hand. “But I don't think I've ever felt them so swollen.”

Rarity's primal instincts were starting to overwhelm her reason. The strong male smell that Big Mac exuded, his powerful semen, his chiseled body, his gigantic virile parts… She couldn't take it anymore; Rarity just wanted that huge specimen to fuck her like no one had ever fucked her before; for him to hold her and possess her with his gigantic cock; there and now. She got off Big Mac's body and got on all fours on the other side of the bed, showing her ass to him and spreading her succulent buttocks to present her soaked hot pussy.

"Big Mac… I can't wait any longer!" Rarity urged as she wagged her tail like a puppy. “I need you to fuck me with that beast between your legs!”

The farmer visibly smiled. He sat up and knelt before Rarity's spectacular ass. He grabbed his phallus and rubbed it between Rarity's big buttocks, which despite having a good size, could not completely cover his mammoth cock.

"Rarity…" Big Mac said in a more serious tone. “Are you sure you want this? You can see that I am very big, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

The red stud was right to worry. Considering that his cock was almost as long as Rarity's torso, he was sure that it was going to give them some compatibility problems. But that didn't matter; if there were other mares that were able to endure a fucking of that monstrosity, she wasn’t going to pussy out. He needed to feel that humongous cock inside her.

"Big Mac, darling… I need it now," Rarity pleaded, practically hyperventilating. “Don’t worry about me. I-I just want you to fuck me like the beast you are.”

That was all Big Mac needed to hear. He took his cock in one hand and brought the tip against Rarity's wet sex. If this were another situation, he would have felt the entrance in a mischievous way to make his partner beg a little more, but he couldn’t forget that they had a performance to do, and he didn't know how much extra time they had before the rest of the guests or their group mates wondered what were they doing.

Finally, Big Mac thrusted himself, slowly but firmly, making Rarity's pussy accept the thick cock, inch by inch. Despite her enthusiasm and how excessively wet she was, Rarity's body struggled to accommodate the huge member inside her.

"OooOOoooOoOOh, Goddesses!" She yelled. “I-It's the fattest thing I've ever felt in my pussy!”

“If you want I can take it out and…”

“No! "Rarity wasn't going to allow it in any way. If Cheerilee had been able to tame that beast, she would be no less. “Keep pushing, damn it!”

He didn't want to make her more desperate, so Big Mac continued to insert her rod bit by bit.

Rarity clung to the sheets and clenched her teeth, trying to resist the colossal yet divine pressure inside her. The closest to that size that she had inserted into her pussy was four inches shorter and at least a couple thinner. At that time she thought it was a huge cock, but Hoity Toity couldn't even compare to what was penetrating her right now.

That pressure kept building and growing until Big Mac stopped his advance.

"I’m already half in," he announced. “I'm going to start mov-…”

"OoOoOOoooOoOhh, Big Maaaaac!"

Rarity yelled the name of her lover as she felt an immeasurable burning in her belly and her vagina began to convulse. The orgasm washed over the half of Big Mac's cock that was inside her, and a few salvoes of her vaginal fluids shot out hard from the slightest chinks of her pussy against his swollen balls.

When she finished she thought she heard Big Mac announce something, but she was so engrossed in the pleasure of the post orgasm that she couldn't make it out above her own gasps. She then noticed how the farmer's member withdrew a few inches from her pussy and then introduced them again. Big Mac caught her by her hips and began to thrust Rarity, slowly at first and at a faster pace later, each time inserting more and more cock into her love tunnel. Due to the height difference, each piston stroke pushed Rarity down at an angle. That, added to the massive size of Big Mac, gave each thrust an overpowering force that Rarity had never felt in an intercourse. The outline of that cock was already protruding several inches in her belly, and was beginning to invade her cervix.

The stunned unicorn was drooling and babbling unintelligibly. Her world was nothing more than that moment. Her business, her family, her friends, her musical group… All of that was nothing more than a haze in her mind; she could only think of that monumental red beast making her his mare and filling her completely with his potent seed.

"MoOoOoore! MooOooOOOore!” Rarity screamed, completely gone. “Fuck me hardeEEeEer!”

Big Mac gripped her hips tighter and began to fuck her with brutal intensity. He had already gone so far as to insert her cock fully into Rarity's pussy, which not everyone he had slept with could tell. He sometimes found it hard to believe how flexible some mares were. The loud, obscene splat of her colossal balls against Rarity's calves filled the room with every push. He was sure that Rarity had come two more times as he rammed her into the bed with enormous force. After a few more minutes of uninhibited pounding, the already colossal farmer's pole began to swell more, and the stud announced: "I'm going… I'm going to come again, Rarity! Where do you want it?”

“Inside! I want it all inside!” She answered without hesitating for a second.

Big Mac gave one last push, penetrating Rarity all the way, and the first copious jets of cum began to flood the tight interior of her tunnel. More and more salvos of cum began to visibly swell Rarity's gut as an exit to the outside was impossible. Twenty seconds later, he was still coming with almost the same abundance of his first rope. Slosh Splash. It wasn't until almost a minute that the volume began to diminish, and finally the cock stopped convulsing and expelling its fluids.

The panting couple were drenched in sweat and cum, still bound by their sexes. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes, their bodies relaxed, enjoying the shower of endorphins from their respective orgasms.

Rarity's gut had grown to an imposing size, more like a pregnant mare when she was about to give birth. She put her hand on the huge bulge and caressed it. She was so full that she could feel the cum splashing through her skin.

"Holy Celestia…" Rarity gasped. “You were right; you are ... really productive. Luckily I'm not in heat, or you would have made me very pregnant, darling.”

"With that gut it's almost like you are," Big Mac commented with a mischievous grin. ”I'm gonna take it out…”

Rarity felt a bit upset. She still wanted to stay close to her lover, but she didn’t want to complain. There would be better chances.

Big Mac carried out his warning and took out his stallionhood. A veritable cascade of semen gushed out of Rarity's insides with a slimy gurgle, and the bed got permeated with gallons of Big Mac's abundant cum. Rarity couldn't help but gape at the fact that all that semen was inside her mere seconds ago.

"Good heavens…" she exclaimed, looking at the mess on the bed. “It is really impressive.”

Knock knock knock.

The couple looked towards the door, then looked at each other. Uh oh.

"Is everything okay over there? How is the wardrobe problem going?”

It was Filthy Rich's voice on the other side of the door. Rarity recognized him on the spot.

"It’s going fine! I’m almost done!" Rarity replied after clearing her throat. “Just a few more minutes of sewing and getting ourselves dre- I mean, get Big Mac dressed and we're good to go! You can't rush art, you know! Ha ha…”

The handle could be heard turning, but Filthy couldn't open the door with the deadbolt.

"Did you close the door, Miss Rarity?"

A chill ran down Rarity's spine as Big Mac stared at her with shrunken pupils.

"Oh…! Sorry, it's just… I don't like interruptions while I'm sewing! It's a job that requires concentration, dear!“

“It's fine, I understand. I know you told me it would take a while, but I can't find the other two performers and I thought they would be with you. Do you know where they are?”

Rarity gave the farmer a questioning look, but he shrugged.

"They're not here, Mr. Rich. I thought they would be waiting with the rest of the parents,” she replied. “Maybe they went out for a moment to get something? In any case, it shouldn't be long before they come back. Please be patient, sir.”

Rich got quiet for a few seconds.

"Very well, I won't bother you anymore, miss. See you later. “

Filthy's hoofsteps faded away from the door.

The couple sighed at once. They were safe for now. Rarity didn't even want to think about the embarrassment if someone had caught them, and it would be even worse if it was Filthy Rich.

"Ahem… We have to hurry up and get ready for the performance," Rarity warned, to which Big Mac nodded as he still held his rod in his hands. Fortunately, her beast had shrunk and didn't look like it was going to stiffen again. His testicles also seemed to have returned to their normal size after his last discharge. Still, their coats were positively drenched with the sticky seed of the studly farmer. “I think we should take a quick shower, darling. We cannot present ourselves like this.”

She looked around for her clothes and lifted them with her telekinesis to check them. Fortunately, they hadn't been stained by Big Mac's copious discharges, so they didn't need to get washed. Still, the bed was a mess, and they couldn't leave it like this; it would be pretty clear that someone had fornicated on it.

"And I'm afraid we have to change the sheets, too. Come on.”

Rarity was lucky enough to find spare sheets in the drawers on that same bedroom. They removed as much semen as they could from their bodies using the dirty sheets and threw them under the bed. Luckily they wouldn’t find them before all this was over. Then they put the clean ones; making it seem at first glance that nothing had happened. The stench of sex was still in the air, but one perfume spell would be enough to mask it for a good while. Rarity wasn’t very skilled with spells but she knew a few useful tricks for moments like this.

Finally, they both grabbed their clothes and left the room to go to the nearest bathroom. Everyone who came to the party was in the garden, so they did not expect to find anyone on the way. They sidled up to the door without a hitch and Rarity opened it.

In the bathroom, however, there was already someone. Two ponies they knew very well.

Torch Song was leaning head-on against one of the bathroom walls, her pants and panties at her ankles, while Toe-Tapper was grabbing her hips and pushing his cock against her partner's love tunnel, making an obscene sound of meat against meat.

Faced with the uncomfortable situation, silence fell and the four ponies stopped short, staring at each other for a few seconds.

"Ah… Hahaha…" Torch Song broke the silence, blushing and avoiding the gaze of the couple at the door. “Well, it could have been worse.”