Hi! I'm Twilight Sparkle, and I love Big Macintosh.
I love him more than anything.
He's so strong, and stoic, and tall. I--
Sorry. I'm getting short of breath just thinking about how attractive he is. Oouh and his embrace. Eek! I'm so embarrassed! But you should agree when you see him. I just can't believe what a wonderful, perfect stallion I have.
And it almost didn't happen.
I should start with a story he told me. Would you like to hear it?
A few weeks ago, he visited Zecora's hut in the woods to get a gift for his special somepony at the time, and he asked about aphrodisiacs. He was shocked by what Zecora offered him. She even looked around for potential eavesdroppers before uncovering some glittering bottles.
"Her loyalty you shall assure, by using this love draught on her. It can be given in a covert way, quaff it down then supply a lay. Your seed shall impart my brew, and she will be in love with you. I guarantee eternal bliss, that is why I seek a price like this. A thousand bits is all I ask, for this most auspicious flask."
Big Mac would never have gone there if he knew that she was a peddler of dubious probably-illegal potions like that. He's too pure for that. But he was already there, so of course he set about trying to make the situation into something positive. Deep down, he has a courageous heart.
But first, he at least wanted to know exactly what he was buying. He held the flask to look it over, and said, "Price awful steep. Does it only work once? Can I get more than one?"
Zecora chuckled but snatched the bottle back. I don't know why she had to be so rude to Big Mac. "This is not to claim every mare you see. You must decide on your one and only. And never shall I sell you more, so think hard who this is for."
Big Mac wasn't about to be tricked so easily by Zerora's wicked ways. He knew a sneaky trick when he saw one.
"But I reckon you got more. Don't you?"
Zecora was pretty intent on being unfair to him. "My supply is infinite, but for you this one is it. I seek to spread pure love and joy, not to give you endless toys."
Even the most gentle-hearted, caring stallions can get a little angry sometimes, but he held back his annoyance like the gentlecolt he is, and put down his thousand bits, gently accepting the potion back again.
He didn't tell me why he brought so much money. Maybe it was a coincidence but I bet Big Mac just has that kind of clever foresight that somepony like me wouldn't understand.
"How long it last?"
"To complete the act you have one day, and no refunds if it wanes away."
Big Mac is a stallion of action. He had no doubt at all that he'd be able to coax his love into sex before the time ran out. Not even a second's hesitation. He drank it then and there.
But he tells me it tasted really awful.
"I wanted it for Sugar Belle, if'n you're wonderin'."
Zecora counted her bits and grumbled. "I would rather not have known, the filly that you wish to own."
"Yer protectin' yourself. In case I use it on a filly what doesn't want it? Like one of my sister's friends?" He looked at the empty flask and considered. "Ain't got no soul, do ya?"
"If I were a heartless monster, would I limit you to have just her? Surely if I did not care, I'd sell you all I had up there. A care for others I do not feign, my potion's love brings mares no pain. The love they'll have brings deepest bliss, the truest and most honest kiss. They may not wish to lay with you, but they will be glad when they do. A moment's struggle and when it's over, a life of heaven lies before her."
"Sell me another one."
Zecora turned away, more interested in counting her money than talking to Big Mac. It makes me so angry thinking about how awful she was to him. "Apparently you do not hear. It is done and paid, get out of here."
Big Mac wasn't about to let the abuse continue, though. He walked around Zecora's table and approached her. She was quite surprised, I bet. I know when somepony as big and heavy as Big Mac... mm it's just... it's intimidating, really.
Hahh~.
Sorry. The story. Right.
"The potions are not activated yet, steal them and it's misery you get. A potioneer is a dangerous enemy, so it is best I assume you did not just challenge me. I know that--"
She froze when, rather than reaching for her merchandise, he set his hoof gently on her chin and leaned in for a kiss.
Zecora actually had the nerve to hit him at this point, even after he offered her something so wonderful. And then he saw her reaching for a specific potion from her shelf. Of course he thought fast, and crashed into her.
Oh what a feeling. What an incredibly pulse-pounding feeling it is to be smashed into by Big Mac when he really truly intends to make love to a you, especially the rough ones when you don't even realize you want it yet.
I'm told some of the bottles that spilled in the struggle caused beanstocks to rise up. A few others caused blue mana fire to creep around the room and stare at them in the way mana fire does. There were a few gentle explosions patter-pattering around them.
Her own disorganized shelf and its mess of effects are what ultimately cut Zecora off from her weapons. And even if there were a few phials not yet barricaded by the magical mess unfolding around them, she still didn't stand a chance really. I doubt she could worm an inch away from where she was laying. My dear sweet love is just bigger and stronger than she is.
Thinking about it, I imagine she might not be used to being overpowered, since she's pretty big herself. Maybe it's the first time she had ever been pinned in her life. I just got goosebumps thinking about it.
The bitch even screamed at him during sex, and not the good kind. She pretended to want someone to help her get away. Even after she had already seen how... uh... endowed. Hehe. E-endowed, he is. His penis, I mean. Felt it, even, on her belly, down her inner leg, across her... place.
He told me that he leaned a hoof on her neck and shoulder painfully, so she knew he meant business, like he could choke her. I don't really know what he means by that, but I guess it was to help her relax somehow. She stopped struggling.
Crying tears of joy, she said, "I will sell you all my stock, please take away your cock!"
He embraced her lovingly, pushing aside some mane from her eye. "Yer gonna make 'em for me." he said. "Cuz you'll be in 'heaven.'"
She wailed the moment he said that, with so much giddy excitement rushing through her. "N-no! No don't! Please tell me you won't! I hate you and I hope you die, I do not want you to be my guy." She was very bad at dirty talk.
She trembled incredibly hard, thrashing with shivers, teeth chattering and everything, gasping for air and shedding tears, still struggling in little fits and convulsions. What other stallion could reduce a mare to that kind of sheer arousal? And so quickly!
C-copulation can be hard if a mare is so worked up that... you know. He can't ... you know... 'thread the needle' if she's wiggling around too much. Hehe, so he asked her, "Hold fucking still or you'll regret it!"
He tells me the struggles died down after he started p-penetrating her. And that's when he was finally able to be more gentle with how he was pinning her. She started to get more limp, sobbing, just letting her limbs flump to the side, eyes going empty and distant with happiness.
"How many times you think you made this happen to some other mare?"
Her sobs of joy got even harder coming out in one long wail, teeth gritting. "Noouh no no no," she shouted, voice trembling. "Take it out, please take it out."
"You can't rhyme 'no' with 'no,' an 'out' with 'out.' Now yer just gettin' lazy."
The poor guy. I'll tell you a secret but you have to keep it to yourself. He... admitted to me that he didn't last long. Oh my goodness I can't believe I told you.
He's so honest with me, even when it might be embarrassing. He's not normally premature or anything, just something had him extra aroused that time. I guess he must have been really nervous, since it was his first time with that particular mare. What a face she must have seen. He told me he locked eyes with her when it happened. She got to see all his pleasure, his delight.
"What's it like? Last couple seconds of freedom?" he asked, as the first... you know, splash... bulged out his urethra and traveled up toward the tip. His jaw dropped, groaning, looking far away, huffing with relief.
He spasms a lot when he climaxes. I think it's kinda cute, even though it makes his hips slap kinda hard.
She didn't answer him until it was already too late, I guess.
I should ask him if she still kept the money. He used it for her, so she should have given it back, or at least split it, right?
Author's Note
For once I actually have a few chapters in my head already. Maybe I'll continue if y'all like this smut for some reason.
If you'd like to send me anything on typos or grammar please PM it so it doesn't sit in the comments embarrassing me forever.
