From Farm to Fame

The night air became a bit more chilled, as time marched onward. Big Mac stood leaned against a lamp post, as he reapplied his lipstick and fixed out the mascara that had leaked down his cheeks from the last stallion he had sucked off wanted something just a bit rougher but paid extremely well for the red stallion to suck on his cock. Mac was elated that he had gotten so many customers coming to him after his encounter with Soarin. They all seemed more than happy to pay his prices and even a few tipped with how good his work was.

As Mac was applying his mascara again, he failed to notice the limo that had pulled up beside him as it slowly crept to the final set of windows on the vehicle. The window rolled down on it as a voice called out from it towards him. "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be Lady Orchard would you?" A siren-like voice drifted from the car to Mac's ears.

Putting away his mascara quickly, Mac put on a smile as he dropped to his hooves and turned towards the Limo, his eyes being hit with the lavish car as he approached toward the open window. Inside sat a (insert description) of baby blue with pink chitin and a pair of small orange horns growing with solid pink eyes that glittered in the light of the limo. The seats were a white leather with a soft carpeted flooring of the back area of said limo. It had a welcoming feel that had Mac swallow a bulge of surprise that had stuck into his throat before he shook himself out of his stupor. "Ahh... yes, I'm Lady Orchard. How can I service you tonight, my fine gentlecolt." Mac put on his finest acting with his nonchalant attitude as to not come off as someone so desperate for anything.

"Perfect, I've been looking over the streets for you for the past hour and was having little luck. I thought you may have packed up and went home. I've heard some good things about you." The changeling had a genuine smile growing on his glowing face. "I'm not fully looking for your services for tonight, but I am hoping that we could speak. I believe it may benefit you greatly based on the words that have spread like wildfire in the past few hours." He got off his seat and opened the door to the limo holding it open for Big Mac to enter.

Looking into the limo and back to the changeling, Mac felt a little hesitant to enter into the vehicle without any knowledge of what was happening or going to happen. His hoof hovered over the threshold as he had a slight tinge of fear building up. Knowing things could still go wrong but his mind wondering what benefit he could receive from just speaking to the changeling, he forced himself to step into the limo and took a seat on one of the side seats while the changeling re-entered the limo and took his seat at the back again.

The limo began to move as the two passengers sat in silence for a few minutes before the changeling spoke up. "I sense you are a bit nervous and I can assure you that you have no need to fear anything. I am Halymo, and I certainly mean no harm to you at all. I was hearing word of a new girl on the block from patrons of the local clubs and I had to go see myself. Certainly they had not lied about how well you looked." His tiny fangs popped out from behind his lips with his grin.

Mac gave a nervous chuckle to himself, as he held a friendly smile as best as he could. He knew he was no girl and was hoping that this wasn't going to backfire in his face. "Well I... you see..." he began to say as he was cut off with a hoof held up towards him with a silencing gesture and head shake from the changeling.

"Don't worry, it is quite obvious that you aren't really a mare. I'm no fool, but that's why I would like to talk with you. I'm a producer for a company; we run strip clubs, escort services, and even adult films. With your talent for how you present yourself and from what I've heard, you know your way with those lips of yours I think we might be able to have a place amongst our establishment. You would only be starting at the entry level work but it still pays well and depending on where you work for the day you can keep tips that you earn. We make sure all our workers are kept safe in all ways from emotional to sexual, as we want them to be at their top game." He got up from his seat and went to a small fridge sitting against the driver side of the limo and pulled out a couple brown bottles, opening them and handing one to Big Mac, before taking his seat again.

The stallion looked down at the bottle as it began to sweat, with a sweet smell wafting from it that seemed all too familiar; it was Apple Family hard cider that had been placed in front of him. Taking a swig from the bottle he began to relax his tense muscles. He sat and pondered the offer of working at such a place before looking himself up and down, acknowledging that he had taken a dive into the deep end of the pool tonight not knowing what would happen all in hopes of saving his home and now he had done that. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the smell of the cider to focus himself and seek for answers within his own desires. A part of him wanted to just be a normal farm boy and continue on the family tradition, but another part of him nagged him to embrace himself and go further into this tunnel to find what else could there be. Opening his eyes he turned to Halymo and said, "I'm not sure right now, but could you go more into detail of what things would include in terms of payment as that is my only big concern for now."

Nodding to the stallion, the changeling took a sip of his cider to clear his own throat. "I don't see why that would be a problem. The way we do things is we let our workers switch around the type of work they want to do as long as it falls into their status within the business. So if you were at main stage level you could be the main actor or actress on a film set, or a headline dancer at the strip club or one of the very expensive escorts for our VIP customers. At your level though working on set would be relegated to being either a fluffer or background character, at club level you would be doing side booths or private showings and if you wish to continue on the streets then you would be at the bottom of the totem pole as you are now. However you would have protection in terms of one of our "guards" watching you from a distance to make sure things didn't go wrong for you. In terms of pay, we would be offering three hundred bits just for working the night as base with room for growth if you can prove yourself and as said any tips are yours as well." His cheeky grin had grown back onto his face as he watched Mac fondle with his bottle thinking over the words.

Mac's mind was boiling with thoughts as his heart battled for control to scream to the heavens to fully indulge into more of his deeper loves that had been kept secret until tonight. He felt liberated doing this work and more like himself instead of following his parents footsteps. "I do have one more question for you. Would it be okay if I were to try it out first before fully committing. I'm conflicted right now and not sure what I should do but I would at least like to see and try this stuff out at least once." His voice shook a bit with nervousness as he asked his question.

Halymo stared at him for a few seconds, the smile gone from his face as he looked the stallion down. After a few moments of silence he cracked out in laughter as he shattered the quiet tension. "Now that is something else that I haven't even heard from somepony's lips before. I guess we could let you do that. You already know what it's like to be on the streets so how bout we do a day as a stripper and a day as a fluffer. From there you can decide on what you want to do. Just remember if you decline that will be the only offer that we will make and you would have to go through the long process of even applying for a second time. This is a direct offer right in without any of the hassle." He sipped more of his cider.

Licking his lips clean of the leftover taste of cider, Big Mac nodded to the changeling. "I understand, I think that's all I need. So where and when can I do these things?"

"Don't worry about those, you'll receive that information in the mail. We know who you are considering we buy from your farm. Now I do have one thing to ask you myself. To seal this agreement, how would you feel about giving my cock a nice ride to see for myself." Halymo shifted himself to spread his legs open giving the stallion the view of a small hole beneath his chitin where a dark blue shaft started to slide out like a snake wriggling out of its den.

Big Mac watched in amazement as the blue dick wriggled it's way out and stood at full attention without any work on his end. His eyes remained locked on the changeling's schlong as he slipped himself off his seat and slowly crept forward toward it. His voice tripped over itself as he spoke "I... that's... no problem...".

Halymo chuckled at Mac's mental performance as he watched the dazed stallion's movement toward him. "I trust that you are okay. I wouldn't think one cider would be enough to get you that drunk." He gave a cocky grin as he wiggled himself to make sure his glory was completely on display.

Shaking his head to clear the confusion from his mind Mac snapped himself out of his stupor. "No no, of course not. I've just never seen something that big, let alone so oddly shaped. It's like too smooth and with no ring or flare glands." His face got closer to the cock, and gave it a light poke with his hoof, as he looked it over like a toddler discovering how to walk.

"Well I can fix that, considering that's what we're known for as changelings. Just watch." Halymo concentrated on his dick and it morphed in a bright purple flash into a horse cock right before their eyes. "See, it's as simple as that. Though I'm sure you are quite familiar with this one, it isn't one of my favorites, this one is." Again he focused and with the purple flash his dick changed into one of a canine. With a pointed tip and small knot ready to go deep into Mac's juicy round ponut.

The red stallion’s eyes grew wide in surprise from Halymo’s ability to transform his dick at a whim. Something that he never thought would be possible let alone being proven wrong about it. “I.. um… now that is interesting.” He stared at the changeling’s junk more, seeing if he was hallucinating or it was real. Opening his mouth he went to put it in his mouth when he was stopped by a hoof to his forehead.

Halymo’s hoof was pressing against him while the changeling shook his head in a negative way. “No need for that, we have glands that can produce all the lubricate we need.” A clear film began to form around his junk and dripped slowly towards his groin. “This is all you will need to go with it.”

Still in awe at how a changeling had everything at hand without needing anything, Mac got himself off the limo floor and turned around showing off his green pantied bubble butt. He wiggled his ass in a swaying motion, as he felt the changeling take hold of his undergarment and begin to pull it down, revealing his thick, juicy, jet-black ponut. “I hope this is satisfactory,” he nervously said as he backed up closer to Halymo.

The changeling’s tongue whipped around his lips as his eyes stared into the void that was Mac’s ass. His throbbing cock aching to dip deep down into the hole that looked oh so tight and warm. His mind melted at the sight leaving him only the ability to nod in agreement to the stallion as the ponut got closer to him inch by inch. Each second leaving him wanting it more as he felt the warmth emanating from the red rump.

With a few more steps back, Mac lined up his backdoor with Halymo’s canine shaped cock and slowly lowered himself down so the tip prodded into the hole’s entrance. The odd sensation of the small tip poking sent shivers down Mac’s back as it was weird having such a thing near there. The only other time he’d seen such a thing was when Winoa was used for breeding and even then it looked pleasurable but he wasn’t going to go around and sleep with some animal. Now was his chance to try something new like this and he wasn’t going to rush it. He wiggled himself downward as he slipped the dick into his ass with the sticky warm lube easing the movement of the organ into his asshole with minor stretching.

A tight enveloping hole had begun to swallow the larger sized dog dick leaving Halymo wordless as he closed his eyes as the pleasure rush smashed him in the head. Letting out a low satisfied moan as Mac lowered himself more until he stopped at the flaccid knot and began his rise again. The slow motion was one of the bigger teases he had received in a long time, and this stallion’s ass was going to be the death of him with the grip it had. Each time the stallion lowered himself and pushed against his dick that rush came back as a flooding tide. He reached out to Mac’s cheeks to give them a gentle rub in a circular motion as the red stallion kept up his movement on his cock.

Mac bit down onto his lower lip, as his insides tickled with the strange dick penetrating his depths. The different shape and texture compared to other stallions was sending him into a new state of mind, with each stroke making him purr like a kitten enjoying its head being scratched. Eventually he sank down over the knot at the base of the shaft, letting the bulbous part push his walls just a bit further apart but having it act like a buttplug that he could pull in and out that gradually increased in size. Each time he pushed himself down onto it he let out a moan of joy as the popping it made felt great.

Halymo gave a slap to the red rump of Mac with his hoof, filling the coach of the limo with the sound of flesh being hit. His ears enjoyed the sound of it along with Mac letting out a little yelp at it. Again he slapped the stallion as his eyes watched as the ponut he was pounding began to move faster up and down his shaft. “Fuck, you are such a tight little slut and with an ass like this you certainly could go places.” The changeling hummed his delight as he felt the stallion start to slam his ass down onto him. “Go on and pick up that pace. Such a warm and tight hole needs a good stretching too, so let me help with that.” He focused himself and enlarged his dick by fifty percent so Mac’s insides stretched more giving him a filling feeling.

With the increase in size, it caused Mac to let out a wail that would make a banshee blush as his brain overloaded with both pain and pleasure. Tears rolled from his eyes streaking his mascara, staining his face with black lines down to his neck. The sudden bolstered stretching of his ass had caused a shock to his system, but his enjoyment only sharpened as it felt as if two stallions had penetrated him. Sliding up and down the cock had become much tougher to start with but as his body adjusted to the bigger size, it became much harder to swallow the knot with his ponut.

The grin on Halymo’s face grew wider as the sounds emanating from the stallion brought joy to his ears. Rhythmic motions of the red ponut consumed his new, enlarged cock, giving the most sensual feeling as the tightness of Mac’s tunnel had increased and scraped along his length. “I can tell you like this, my stomach is filling with the pure lustful joy that is permeating off of you.” Winding up his hoof he slapped Mac hard again and felt his anus clench around his dick sending himself close to the edge of orgasm. “Fuck - can’t last much longer” he swore under his breath.

Mac, now sore as could be, gave a few more rough slams with his rear until the bigger knot popped into his bowels. As soon as the new knot entered in it grew a bit more in size, this time not from the changeling’s magic but from its canine properties imbued into it. The last of his anal stretching pushed Mac over the edge just as much as Halymo. His orgasm exploded into the crotch of his green panties, staining the fabric with his sticky stallion seed. Each rope flew into the building pool to drip down onto the floor of the limo and onto his black sack.

Gripping onto the stallion’s hips, Halymo’s orgasm raged with a fevered desire to fill the red rump to the brim with his cum. The jolts of pleasure shooting through his body as each time his cock twitched inside the stuffed stallion was invigorating him as their lust filled fuck had begun to create too much for him to handle. For every load he launched into Mac, he was drowned with the flood of lust that for a single changeling was too much. His mind became hazy in both euphoric bliss and drunken stupor to the point he nearly passed out. In his haze though he lost focus of his shaping magic and his cock shrunk back to normal size and shape, freeing Mac’s anus from the stretching menace. His last string of cum weakly dribbled from the tip of his dick as his stallion partner had collapsed to the floor.

Drowning in his own orgasm rapture, Mac lay on the floor as cum pooled around his rear legs and down his ass to groin. His ass was gaping from the rough but enjoyable anal he had just received from Halymo. Cum dripped from the hole fast at first but slowed as it emptied out onto the stallion and floor. His tongue lay hung out as he panted for the sweet oxygen to fill his aching lungs. His eyes grew heavy with sleep as he tried to comprehend the events of the evening. In total he was done for the night and couldn’t go on after such a bang of an ending to it.

The changeling being first to recover, picked himself up off the seat and sat next to the stallion on the floor. He rubbed his back to comfort his partner while gazing forward to the front of the limo. “See, I knew you’d like that. Though that is only a taste of what can come working for us. I think it’s best we get you home though because you don’t look like you can walk another step for now and I do like my workers at peak performance.” He gave the stallion a joyful smirk before tapping on the window at the front and talking with the driver before returning to his side. “We’ll be at your drive in about fifteen minutes, that should be enough to recover to get in the door.”

Mac closed his eyes after the last of the words touched his ears. His mind now blank as could be, with nothing more able to penetrate the wall that had been set up in his snooze.

The sound of the rooster crowing and his alarm bell ringing woke Mac up instantly. Sitting up in his bed he looked around the room trying to deduce where he was. His head still slightly clouded from his deep slumber. Looking down he was still dressed in his attire from the night before with his heels at the side of the bed. He must have traveled up the drive and right into bed without realizing what he had done. Slipping out of his warm cocoon of blankets, he quickly got himself undressed from his clothing and stuffed them away in the closet, along with his purse and heels. Next was getting the makeup off as quickly as possible so he wouldn’t be seen with it on at the family breakfast.

A knocking came to the door shortly after he began to wipe clean his messy face with the familiar sound of his little sister. “Mac, breakfast time. Get your butt in gear, it's market day,” Applejack hollered through his wooden door.

“Be down shortly ~ just cleaning up,” he replied in the same tone. He let out a yawn as he let his mane and tail fall free from the elastics holding them tied. The messy maned stallion was back and Lady Orchard had been put away for the day. Grabbing his saddlebags, he put in the bits and the check he had gotten from the night, ready to pay off Spotty as soon as he could when they arrived in town. Today he was going to be a free stallion from the diamond dog’s grasp on the farm.

The morning sun had risen up over the houses of the town, filling the streets with it’s warming glow. The shops were opening and the market square filled with ponies from the town to buy the local produce and wares that others were selling. The Apples had been doing business as usual until it slowed down for the afternoon lunch period. Mac looked around with a bit of anxiousness as he hadn’t seen the diamond dog all morning and time was getting short. His dancing in place had gotten the attention of his sister after a bit.

“Mac, what in tarnation is your problem today? You’re more worked up than a hill of ants with a sugarcube in tow.” She stared at her brother with a sharp gaze.

“I just… well I gotta use the washroom. That’s it, gotta go badly.” He gave his sister a wide innocent grin trying to bluff his way from the stand.

The orange mare narrowed her gaze as she looked into the white smile her brother was putting on. “Well why didn’t you just say so. Go and come back as quickly as you can. The afternoon rush will be soon, and Applebloom should be back shortly with our food.”

He grabbed his saddlebags and took off running into the streets from the sight of his sister. His head swung side to side as he galloped around looking for Spotty, knowing that time was of the essence. Each street he turned down led to another one with no sign of the canine anywhere until his last turn where he ran directly into the chest of the animal.

“Ouch, watch where you are going you stupid pony.” Spotty rubbed his chest as his eyes opened to the sight of the red stallion. His complaint went from a frown to a big smile as he smirked. “Ah it’s mister silly pony. I bet you don’t have my money for me and come begging for more time, isn’t that right.”

Reaching inside his bag, Mac threw a leather pouch onto the ground with a loud jingle of metal hitting each other. “I have your money right here. Now you can leave my farm alone,” he huffed as he stood his ground.

Their eyes stared for dominance of each other as the time ticked by in the little showdown. The streets seemed eerily silent until Spotty reached down and picked up the bag of coins. Shifting through the bag he counted everything until satisfied with the result. “Well then, you’re lucky this time. I was hoping to dig through the farmland but a deal is a deal. Now be gone from my sight, you stupid horse.” Spotty pushed his way past the stallion with a huff and trudged along his way to his next victim.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Mac took a seat at the side of the street as all his built up stress dissipated into the ether. A smile came to him that felt right after so long of faking them to make sure the family stayed happy. As he began to stand a tap came to his shoulder. He turned around to see the grey mailmare hovering with a letter in hoof.

“Mail for you, Mr.Macintosh,” she said with a large happy smile while holding her hoof out with the letter.

Mac took it from her and offered his thanks, as he waved her off. Looking at the letter it had a red wax seal stamped on it. The front side had From the Office of Adult Specialty Studios in black quill writing. Knowing what it was he stuffed it into his bags leaving it unopened for now. With his first trial out of the way and wanting to enjoy the rest of the day, he ran back to the family stall to carry on business as usual. The letter sitting at the back of his mind along with the night’s events stewing around still. Later he would open his letter and see what was going on to further a career in the adult industry.