The sun in Ponyville seemed so much brighter than it ever did in Canterlot, Twilight Sparkle mused to herself as she looked up at the bright blue sky. The air was clearer, too, fresh and invigorating. She supposed it was because there were fewer stoves burning wood, fewer piles or bins or boxes of trash that had to be cleaned up by the unicorn magic that was all-pervasive in the nation’s capital, fewer people pressed so close together, taking up space, and demanding a piece of yours just by being there.
No, Ponyville felt free, and the mulberry-coated filly felt as though she was finally taking a breath she hadn’t even known she’d been holding.
Of course, there were certain disadvantages to having so much space to oneself. One of those disadvantages right then was being all alone with almost a dozen very large crates of books that needed to be hauled into the Golden Oak Library, where Twilight Sparkle now resided as the town’s new librarian. They’d all been dumped there less than an hour ago by a deliverypony straight from Canterlot’s Royal Library, a deliverypony who’d been far too busy to linger any longer than was necessary to get the crates off his cart; as he’d explained (very, very briefly), he had other deliveries to make.
Under normal circumstances, Twilight would have been able to lift and carry the books herself, using her unicorn’s telekinesis on stacks of them, while Spike handled his own share, book by book, until everything was in its proper place. However, just the night before, Twilight had been infused with the Elements of Harmony, using her body and those of her friends as a conduit for the talismans’ primal powers. With their combined energies, the six new friends had faced every threat the dread Nightmare Moon could throw at them, and finally confronted that dire foe directly, overwhelming her with the magic of Friendship, cleansing the frightened filly Princess Luna of the darkness she’d allowed to overtake her so many centuries past.
Needless to say, that sort of thing took a lot out of even a talented student of magic like Twilight Sparkle. Right then, just lifting one book with her magic was a little troublesome, and she knew there’d be no way she’d have all of them inside before nightfall, especially not if she had to move them physically. While not out of shape, and actually fairly toned from a regular exercise regime, since she’d read that regular exercise helped your brain function more efficiently, there was no mistaking Twilight for anything but the bookish nerd she was.
But, of course, she had friends now, didn’t she?
“Spike,” she called out, the purple-and-green dragon immediately scurrying forward, quill and scroll in hand, showing just how good an assistant he could be with his readiness to take notes. “Check these books, please, and make a list of what titles we’ve received. I’m going to go get some help moving them all, and while everyone else is getting the books inside, I’ll check your list against the requests I made to see what the Royal Library was actually willing to let us have.”
“Sure thing, Twilight,” Spike immediately answered, hurrying over to the nearest crate and hopping on top, showing surprising leg strength, before he began grunting away in exertion as he sank his claws into the seam of the lid. “Um…this might take a while,” he admitted, smiling sheepishly at Twilight. “I’m sure I can have it done by the time you’re back, though! I, uh…I think Rarity said something about everybody going out to Sweet Apple Acres,” he added with a slightly dreamy expression as he mentioned her name. “Something about seeing the local sights, I think is what she said.”
Twilight Sparkle couldn’t help but grin at the expression on Spike’s face. They’d only been in Ponyville a day, and already he was head-over-claws for the white-coated fashionista-turned-Element of Generosity. Ah well, a young male, whatever his species, was allowed a crush or two while growing up, wasn’t he?
“Thanks, Spike,” was what Twilight actually said. “Sweet Apple Acres is a little bit of a walk, but as long as everybody isn’t out in the deep orchards, I should be able to find them quickly enough and be back here before lunch.”
“See you soon, Twilight,” Spike called after her, even as Twilight heard the soft creak of nails very gradually giving way at the baby dragon’s concentrated effort: Spike was surprisingly strong for his size.
Trotting down the street with her usual bouncy gait, Twilight felt strangely light of step even with her magic exhausted. That exhaustion didn’t apply to her body, that was for certain, just the magic her horn could put out right then. Actually, using the Elements of Harmony had energized her, making her feel so very alive. That, of course, and the wonderful feeling of being in this beautiful, peaceful, out-of-the-way place called Ponyville. A place that seemed to accept everyone, no matter where they came from, or what they…
Twilight blinked as she saw a black-coated and white-maned pegasus pony zip by overhead. Well, he was certainly in a hurry, wasn’t he? Ah well, Twilight supposed that not all of Ponyville could be sleepy and serene all the…
Another blink, and this time there were two more pegasus mares that flitted by, one a light turquoise, the other a lavender blue color, not quite as fast as the black stallion, but nevertheless obviously in a rush to get somewhere. Well, for such a sleepy town so early in the morning, Ponyville was starting to seem rather a lot more active than Twilight had initially…
Once again the young unicorn’s thoughts were interrupted, this time by several short clusters of ponies, unicorns and earth ponies together. The impression that Twilight got, watching the polite stampede of ponies from the safety beneath a nearby shop awning, was that the little groups of ponies seemed to be pretending that they weren’t going in the same direction, but were instead simply going somewhere with their friends, and that somewhere, quite by chance, just happened to be on the same route as the other little clusters of ponies. So new to town, of course, Twilight didn’t have a hope of identifying every single pony in the scattered groups, but there looked to be about a dozen of them, give or take, including a few pegasus ponies that were walking rather than flying, apparently preferring to spend time with the ponies on the ground, their friends, rather than sacrificing sociality for speed like the three who’d buzzed by above.
Huh, well this was certainly interesting. Arching a quizzical eyebrow, Twilight Sparkle stepped out into the main street of Ponyville and looked around. Despite the sudden rush, it actually appeared that most of the town’s residents were going about their normal daily routine, rather than joining this strange exodus up toward the green hills of Sweet Apple Acres. That was where they were going, of course, as Twilight soon realized with a slight start. Could there be some event that everypony had forgotten to mention to her? Not unlikely, since she was the new filly in town, and if it was a tradition, then probably everypony had simply assumed everypony else knew about whatever it was without needing to be informed.
Intrigued by the mystery, Twilight Sparkle took a step out into the middle of the thoroughfare once more…
…and immediately came nose-to-nose with Pinkie Pie!
“Twilight!” exclaimed Pinkie, giving the mulberry unicorn a joyful embrace that forced the air out of Twilight’s lungs, her eyes bugging out. “I’m so glad I found you. I was just thinking, what a great day to hang out with everypony, because of course everypony knows that today’s the day to head up to the back fields at Sweet Apple Acres, but then I realized that everypony didn’t know about that, and the one pony who would have been forgotten was you, Twlight, and I just couldn’t bear the thought of you being left out of the fun, so of course I came back and went all over Ponyville looking for you, and here you are!”
Had the above words been a more literal transcript, of course, they would have been presented sans commas, because Pinkie Pie never slowed down while she was talking, not even for a moment. There would also have been multiple exclamation marks at the ends of the few sentences that did end properly. Twilight had to add in the little expected pauses in her head as she thought through the words that she’d just heard, forcing her to hesitate for several seconds before finally puzzling out that something was apparently going on up at Sweet Apple Acres, and Pinkie Pie had come to fetch her so that she could take part.
“That’s very nice of you, Pinkie,” she said as soon as she’d figured out what she’d just heard (and, to her credit, she’d managed the task in far less time than most ponies ever did, even after years of knowing the bubblegum-maned filly), falling into step next to the bouncing party pony, her step still lively, though of course nowhere as lively as the gravity-defying prance of Pinkie Pie. “I was just coming up to Sweet Apple Acres to see if anypony was able to give me a hoof moving a load of books into the library; I’m afraid my magic is a little worn out after the confrontation with Nightmare Moon, and so I…”
“Say no more, Twilight,” Pinkie exclaimed, actually slowing down her words a little as she gave her dear and most-beloved friend of almost a full day the most heartfelt smile of reassurance. “Big Macintosh has been plowing the fields since before sunup, so I’m sure he’s only got maybe an hour or two left before he’s done for the day. Then I’m sure that he’ll be happy to help you. I know you’ll need Big Macintosh, ‘cause I saw those crates out in front of the library, and while Applejack’s pretty tough, especially around the flanks, if you need something moved, Big Macintosh is your stallion.” She giggled, and Twilight was certain she saw Pinkie Pie blush, though it was a little hard to tell on her bubblegum pink coat. “He certainly ‘moves’ a lot of us!”
Huh. Well that was an enigmatic comment if ever there was one.
“Wait,” Twilight suddenly said, still trotting alongside her new friend as she put all the pieces together, her brilliant mind making a leap of deductive reasoning. “You mean that all those ponies heading up to Sweet Apple Acres are going there to help Big Macintosh plow the back fields on the farm?”
“Oh no,” Pinkie Pie answered with a bright, innocent smile, though Twilight was still sure she could detect what was almost certainly a blush. “They’re just there to watch Big Macintosh plow the fields by himself.”
“But…”
“Most of us have offered at one time or another,” Pinkie continued, answering the question before it was completely asked. “But all he ever says when he’s asked if he wants some help is ‘Nnnope.’” The imitation was surprisingly accurate, though Twilight didn’t know it yet, having never heard the big red stallion speak before, though she did remember him from when she’d first arrived in Ponyville…especially those shiny green apples on his majestic flank.
Blushing herself, Twilight was more than a little ashamed that she’d have focused so much on another pony’s ‘assets’ like that, objectifying him in a way that was surely degrading. Twilight’s parents had raised her and her brother to be liberal-minded, and Twilight felt that stallions deserved the same rights as mares, even if there was a vocal minority of traditionalists in Canterlot who believed otherwise. She certainly didn’t believe they were supposed to serve as eye candy for fillies. To have been so distracted, even for a moment, by staring at Big Macintosh’s firm, sleek, supple, perfectly-muscled, rippling rear end…well, that was simply inexcusable!
“Big Macintosh likes to work hard,” Pinkie Pie was still talking, even though Twilight had phased out for a moment in her personal thoughts, though she quickly gathered that all she’d missed was some additional high-speed conversational fluff, typical of Pinkie Pie, before she started slowing down to a more normal rate of speed as she expended some of her boundless energy. “That’s one of his big things.” She giggled, then, and this time Twilight was sure she saw the other pony blush. “Hee! Big things…but anyway! He’s always working away whenever he’s awake, and we’ve asked him if he minds if we just stand around and watch, and he’s said ‘nnnope’ every time. So we asked Applejack if she minded us watching her brother at work, and she said that ‘Y’all can waste yer time doin’ whatever yer little hearts desire, so long as it don’t interfere none with the chores around this here farm.’ So then I got the idea to ask Granny Smith if she minded if we watched her grandson at work, and she said ‘Consarn-it-all, you young whipper-snappers and your peeping eyes. Back in my day we had to walk three miles uphill in the snow if we wanted to watch a handsome stallion getting all hot and sweaty!’ And then I told her that I had walked three miles uphill to reach the back field, but then she asked me if it was through the snow, so of course I had to tell her no, and she said ‘Well thar you are, then!’ and I had to admit she had a point, but…”
“Wait, Pinkie,” Twilight suddenly spoke up, blinking several times as she stopped trotting, and instead began to walk at a slower pace, allowing her to think more easily…and also allowing Pinkie Pie to begin bouncing around her rather than beside her, using the additional motion as a way of working off some of her ever-present excess energy. “You mean, everypony I just saw going up to Sweet Apple Acres is just going to…to ogle Applejack’s brother?”
Pinkie Pie blinked her cerulean eyes at the question for several seconds, actually stunned into a temporary silence. Then she cocked her head, looking at Twilight as though she’d asked the single most silly question ever, one that was so strange and offbeat that it really shouldn’t need an answer. Luckily for Twilight, Pinkie Pie was a patient sort of pony, and was willing to answer questions, even those from the terminally obtuse.
“Well, duh!” she replied. “We all kind of take turns, right from the moment he starts work, up until he quits in the afternoon, most days. Everybody who wants to, anyway. Which is most of the ponies in Ponyville, actually. And some from Cloudsdale. And the occasional trainload from Canterlot. And sometimes a few from Manehattan. And…”
“But Pinkie,” Twilight explained as gently as she could, trying desperately to get the concept across to her friend without hurting her feelings. “It’s not right to look at a stallion as though…as though he was just a piece of meat.”
“And what a piece of meat it is!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie exuberantly, making Twilight Sparkle wince despite herself, realizing just how completely she’d failed to get through to the bubble-haired filly. “Oh, but why should I spend time telling you all about it when we’re already here? Now you can see for yourself!”
“Pinkie Pie,” Twilight began again, blinking in confusion. “There is no possible way we could have reached Sweet Apple Acres already. And even if we had, there’s no way that I’m going to…look…at…”
Her words trailed off as she turned her head, just in time to realize she was about to walk straight into a split-rail fence, and stop herself just an instant before. Of course, she’d have come to a complete stop anyway at the sight that met her eyes before she could even consider looking away: Big Macintosh’s full, round, apple-sized balls.
All her life, Twilight Sparkle had seen maybe…one stallion naked, and that was her brother right as he was coming out of the shower, and she’d been smaller and not really sufficiently aware of social boundaries to know she shouldn’t go barging in before he’d finished drying himself off. There were jokes, of course, about how popular clothes were among the ponies of Equestria when they were all essentially nudists (Rarity claimed she’d heard them all many times over), but the honest truth was that ponies were extremely modest, especially in the big cities, like the capital city of Canterlot. While not all ponies wore clothes, exactly, it was generally expected that you “wore” a censorship charm in public, a simple piece of magic that “blanked out” all the naughty essentials.
Censorship charms had been around since before the Sisters had arrived to take charge of the beleaguered ponies of Equestria, if Twilight Sparkle recalled her history right, as she’d had it explained to her back when she, like so many little foals, had objected to having to go through the bother of covering herself up. Clothes that covered you completely, of course, were generally impractical on a quadruped, since they would almost always get in the way when you ran. All the same, when ponies had first become self-aware, they’d also become aware of their nakedness, and looked for a suitable way to overcome the issue without hindering their abilities to run or fly. The censorship charm had been the perfect solution, a little bit of magic so simple, even an earth pony could do it, binding a little piece of power into a stray article of clothing, which could be anything from an elaborate ball gown to a simple hairpin, or even just woven into the way you styled your mane and tail. With its introduction, ponies adopted one of the hallmarks of civilization – clothes – without actually needing to wear a whole lot of visible cloth. Of course, many of them (especially in the more civilized regions, again, like Canterlot) liked to put on more clothing than was strictly necessary as a way of signaling various social cues, but the censorship charm was considered the “bare” minimum by everyone at all strata of society. No pony would think of leaving the house without one in place, any more than they would think of mating in public.
As the censorship charm was improved over the years, other features were added, to the great benefit of all Equestria. One of the most important was that it not only removed all visible signs of your anal-genital region, it actually removed the need to urinate and defecate as well. Well, not exactly, but close enough: it removed all those bodily wastes, and sent them to designated places, like the great drying racks next to the central rail station (which burned dried dung to power the great steam engines of their locomotives, making for a constantly renewable resource), or magicked them into their component (non-smelly) particles, which were immediately integrated into the soil of Equestria, with a preference for those parts of the land that needed it the most. That was a big reason why the parts of Equestria populated by ponies were so green and fertile, even though farmers didn’t spend much time spreading fertilizer over their fields.
Raised as she’d been in the capital city, of course, Twilight Sparkle was completely unprepared for the sight of the perfectly-proportioned red stallion now presented before her, his hind quarters pointed straight at her as he dragged a plow along behind him, cutting deep furrows in the rich, dark earth of the field. With every ponderous step of those massive hooves, each looking at least the size of a dinner plate to the dazed Twilight, his mighty rump tensed, then swayed, his short-cropped tail doing next to nothing to obscure the view. And those testicles! Twilight Sparkle had to remind herself of the proper, technical term, using it as a makeshift shield against their mesmerizing bob and bounce, each of them so swollen, so full of virile, potent promise…
“I admit, they are impressive, darling,” came a familiar voice, making Twilight give a short ‘eep!’ of shock as she jerked up, rigid and straight. “But a true connoisseur knows that, to gauge the staying power of a stallion, you should look just a little higher, at the…what were they called again, Fluttershy?”
“…the perineal muscles.”
“Yes, the perineal muscles, right between sac and tailhole.” Rarity motioned with one soft white hoof to the indicated area, and despite herself, Twilight followed the pointing limb, her academic curiosity aroused (and that was the only thing aroused! Definitely. Absolutely. Nothing else.) as she frowned studiously. “See how prominent they are on dear Big Macintosh? Why, they’re positively engorged.”
Twilight could indeed see the muscles Rarity indicated, and lifted one hoof to the side of her head, rubbing her cheek thoughtfully.
“I really had no idea those even existed,” she admitted; part of learning was admitting where your knowledge was lacking, and Twilight Sparkle was a fantastic student.
“Part of being the leading fashionista of Ponyville,” Rarity replied airily, gracing Twilight with a smile that actually was less one of condescension, and more that of a teacher making a point for an apt pupil. “One needs to have a firm grasp of anatomy for such work, after all. Big Macintosh is one of my best male models, actually. When I can pry him away from the clutches of his sister, that is.”
“Wastin’ his time with yer froofy ways, you mean,” Applejack sneered, reared up on her hind legs to lean her back against the split-rail fence, resting her elbows on its long wooden lintels. She had her hat tilted forward, covering her eyes, and seemed to be making a rather significant show of not gawping at her brother in the same way the other five fillies at that spot on the fence were (Twilight among them, though of course she didn’t think of it that way, however much she might be staring: this was research!).
Twilight didn’t pay much attention to the sniping that went back and forth between Applejack and Rarity after that. Right then, she was far too busy admiring the physique of the flawless male specimen in front of her. He’d reached the far end of the field at last, a deep furrow in the soil behind him, and starting to turn, putting him in clear profile, letting her properly look him over from yet another angle. Rarity’s words had reminded Twilight that she actually did know next to nothing about pony anatomy, especially stallion anatomy, having been far more interested in more esoteric magical studies, especially those dealing with matter-energy manipulations. And here, now, was indeed the perfect model for her to study. He certainly didn’t seem to mind, for as he reached the far end of the field, he paused, heaving a great sigh, rolling those mighty shoulders, and letting his whole body just relax for a long moment, all of him visibly settling, the tension flowing out of him and down into the earth, or so it seemed. And along with the rest of him settling down, so did…
“I gotta admit,” said Rainbow Dash, her voice a muted sotto, while Twilight Sparkle was rendered utterly speechless, as was Pinkie Pie, resting her head and forelegs on one of the nearby lintels of the split-rail fence like a filly at the plate glass window of a candy shop. “This is the part I like best: I mean, look at the size of that thing!”
As Big Macintosh relaxed, in full profile to Twilight Sparkle, she could see his sheath clearly, the girth of it almost as big around as one of her forehooves. Then, after a moment, the rest of his male equipment relaxed as well, and a long, floppy length of smooth red flesh dropped into view, dangling like a limp firehose, only just barely not touching the ground as it swung pendulously above the clods of earth Big Macintosh had broken up with his plow.
“We’ll continue this discussion another time,” Applejack suddenly declared, breaking off her squabble with Rarity as she grabbed the handle of a nearby bucket filled with water in her teeth. “’Scuse ee,” she finished with her mouth full, before cantering off to the other end of the field.
Only now did Twilight realize that the field was surrounded by more than just the split-rail fence: there were other ponies all around as well, most of them the ponies she’d seen on her first day, right before the Summer Sun Celebration got fully underway. There were too many faces without names, though she did her best to memorize those faces for later investigation; after all, it was obvious they all shared a common interest, and wasn’t that a good basis for future friendship?
Even if that common interest happened to be Big Macintosh’s uncensored flanks!
A quick motion dragged Twilight’s attention away from trying to puzzle out a few of the names she’d thought she’d heard before (that cute one with the brown mullet-mane and the light-colored coat was Caramel, of that she was pretty sure, and that one with the yellow coat was Golden Harvest…or was it Carrot Top? Maybe she’d seen another mare that looked like this one…and was that a jenny donkey way over near the back of that one cluster? Goodness! Ponyville must be accepting if they allowed donkeys to check out their stallions!), just in time to watch as Applejack upended the bucket over Big Macintosh’s head and then down over his back, all the way to his tail.
For a moment, Twilight’s jaw actually did drop, specifically at the moment when Big Macintosh, after waiting long enough for Applejack to get clear of the splash radius, shook himself vigorously, his lustrous mane and tail tossing back and forth, while his mighty thews shivered and rolled, the droplets making a spray that glittered in the bright late morning sunshine, sending little rainbow sparkles scattering across her field of vision. The moment seemed to last an eternity, playing out before her view in slow motion, every little detail, every texture and nuance of the moment crystallized in her memory for all time.
Drawing in a long breath, Twilight let it out in a long, dreamy sigh. She was a little startled, though, to hear the same sigh echoed by Rarity, and Pinkie Pie, and even Fluttershy from where she was huddled, half-hidden behind the purple-maned fashionista! Of course Rainbow Dash, being far too cool to moon over some stallion, didn’t sigh. That sound she’d made had just been breathing exercises. Good for the circulation!
That was her story, and she was sticking to it.
“Um, actually,” Twilight Sparkle finally managed as she tore herself away from watching Big Macintosh sporting his wet mane look, right when he started walking back toward the end of the field where she was, the huge plow slung casually over his shoulders, Applejack by his side, that floppy length of his essential stallion bits bouncing between his hind legs as it gradually retracted back into its sheath, “I came out here because I needed some help.”
In the background, Twilight Sparkle was vaguely aware of the other ponies gradually filing off the same way they’d come, in twos and threes, sort of pretending that they weren’t all there for the same thing. There was some light chatter, and most of the pegasus ponies were walking now. Actually, now that Twilight paid a little more attention, she could see that the little clusters of ponies were pressed more closely together. Flanks touched, and voices were lowered, more intimate. Being around Big Macintosh, it seemed, had awakened something in these ponies, something they intended to share with each other later, when they were out of the public eye. What that might be, of course, Twilight Sparkle only knew about in a vague, half-formed sort of way.
She needed to do some serious research on this topic! And for the sort of research she was sure she’d need, she would have to send off to Canterlot for more…
“Books!” she blurted out, the thought only half-formed before it escaped. Fluttershy ‘eep-ed” at the sudden verbal ejaculation, and Rarity raised her eyebrows, but covered the social faux pas with a sisterly smile.
“I take it that you’re trying to fill the shelves at the Golden Oak Library?” she queried, not unkindly.
“I…yes, that’s right,” Twilight stammered for a moment, then collected herself at last. “All the books arrived just a few hours ago, and I’m too drained from…well, from what we all did last night to be able to lift more than one book at a time, let alone several crates worth. But then I remembered that I had friends now, and so I was wondering…”
“Say no more,” Rainbow Dash declared proudly, standing up on her hind legs to pose with her forehooves on her hips like a comic book superhero. “When you need a job done…”
“My brother’ll be happy to handle it,” Applejack broke in, giving the rainbow-tressed pegasus a wry smirk. “You know you’ve got rain-making duties around here right after lunch, R.J. Big Macintosh’s been workin’ since before sunup on this field, and now’s that’s he’s all done with that field, he’s on break. Shifting a couple crates of books should be just what he needs for a cooldown. Isn’t that right, Big Macintosh?”
“Eeyup,” the big red stallion said with a light shrug as he stepped up right next to his sister, so close to Twilight now that she could see the beads of lingering moisture still on his forehead, could feel the heat radiating off of him, which was surely the reason for the bucket of water earlier: all that hard work had left him close to overheating! For a moment Twilight felt this masculine presence almost overwhelming. But then she glanced down, as surreptitiously as she could, and felt herself relaxing more than she’d thought she would at what she saw, or rather what she didn’t see: Big Macintosh had reactivated his censorship charm, which was probably tied up in the collar he always seemed to wear, and all the distractions between his legs had quietly vanished from sight.
“Um, actually,” Twilight continued, “it’s a little more than that. I really need someone to help me get all the books onto the shelves. Organization would be nice, but it’s secondary to just getting them all in a place. Once my horn is working again, I should be able to handle all the proper sorting myself, with Spike there to keep track of the indexing. Just, well, right now I’ve run completely dry.”
“Today’s one of our lighter ones,” Applejack continued. “Not too many chores left around here for most of the day. Maybe a little fixing fences, but that’s pretty constant, and sloppin’ the hogs, and a few other minor things, but I can handle all of that just fine. Mostly we’re all just resting up for when we start the big annual apple harvest. If you need Big Macintosh for the rest of the day, I believe we kin spare him around the farm for a good ol’ while. That sound agreeable to you, Big Macintosh?”
“Eeyup,” answered the big red stallion, casually sauntering over to where Twilight stood, looking up at him with wide eyes, her lips slightly parted, as though she meant to say something, but had completely lost whatever thoughts had been there.
“You know, darling,” Rarity suddenly chimed in, giving Applejack a knowing smile, “don’t you think it would be neighborly if your dear brother helped Twilight, mmm, ‘settle in’?” She glanced over her shoulder at the awestruck mulberry-coated unicorn, who genuinely seemed at a loss of what to do now that she had a completely biddable stallion, quite possibly the most physically perfect one she’d ever encountered (which was saying something: her brother was pretty awesome himself!), at her beck and call. “After all the excitement we went through yesterday, I’m sure our new friend really needs something to help her relax, and having a stallion around the house for a few hours, tending to whatever little things she might have ‘pop up,’ would be exactly the thing for a healthy filly like our Twilight.”
“For such a prissy pony,” chuckled Applejack, “you sure do have some dirty ideas sometimes. But yeah, that does make sense, I suppose. You up for giving our hero, Twilight, a day of rest and relaxation, Big Macintosh?” she added, glancing at the big stallion, who casually towered head and shoulders and change above the petite unicorn filly who’d come into town only yesterday.
“Oh, I’m just here to try and do my part,” Twilight tried to deflect the ‘hero’ comment, but Big Macintosh was already turning, using his immense size and strength with gentle yet irresistible force as he pressed his body against hers, turning her with him with just the lightest touch of his shoulder, even while he was returning another “Eeyup,” to Applejack’s question. From the confused expression on Twilight’s face, it was fairly obvious that she didn’t really understand what was being discussed, though neither Rarity nor Applejack seemed to notice. Fluttershy probably did, but she seemed unable to speak up right then, not wanting to interfere with the plans of her friends, especially when she knew that Twilight would benefit from them. After all, she could have her own time with Big Macintosh later.
“Lucky punk,” snorted Rainbow Dash as she watched the receding flanks of the pair, before she blushed furiously. “Not that I’m interested or anything!” she added quickly. “I mean, I do just fine on my own, up in the clouds! I’ve got stuff going on. In fact, I’ve got some stuff going on right now! Bye!”
With that, in a puff of dust and a rush of wind, Rainbow Dash was gone.
“That is one filly who’s too cool for school,” Pinkie Pie giggled, before bouncing off toward Ponyville proper. “Don’t you worry, Rarity, Applejack: I’ll make sure everybody’s busy today, so nobody interferes with the party at the library. I know how important parties are, after all.”
“Not that it should be much of an issue,” remarked Rarity casually as she also started down the trail leading back to the town. “Everyone should be working until evening, especially with the cleanup after the festivities and…other things yesterday, while Twilight will only start working once she’s got the library opened. Sadly, that includes myself: I would dearly have loved to check in on those two, but we all have to make some sacrifices.”
“And I’ve got those last chores to sort out before I’m done for the day,” Applejack added, turning in the opposite direction that Rarity had taken, pointing her nose toward the main farmhouse of Sweet Apple Acres. “Maybe it’s easy work, but it does take some time. See you around Miss Rarity, Miss Fluttershy.”
“Actually,” Fluttershy finally managed to get out, “I’m not sure Twilight is aware of what she’s been given. In fact, she seemed completely naïve about almost everything to do with sex. I’m definitely sure that she has no idea that Big Macintosh is one of the top studs in Equestria, and since she’s from the upper classes of Canterlot, I’m almost sure that she’s had little to no education in mating practices, let alone what a stud is supposed to do: those people in Canterlot are so prudish about that sort of thing, even if they’re also some of Big Macintosh’s best customers. What would probably be best is if Applejack sat down with her, and explained her brother’s role as a stud stallion. Everything would be even better if Rarity also sat down with her to give her a full talk about the Facts of Life, since she knows how to speak in a way Twilight is more likely to understand. You’re both probably the best for those roles, and when you’re done, I think Twilight could make a properly informed decision about whether she wants to make full use of the free services you’re all so generous and kind to offer her.”
Having said her peace (and also having left out her own kindness and generosity at sacrificing some of her own time with Big Macintosh), Fluttershy looked around, blinking her soft green eyes. The only sounds audible were those of the various beneficial or benign insects that made their homes around the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres. She was completely alone.
“Oh,” said Fluttershy, scuffing a hoof in the dirt. “Shoot.”
*
“I know there are a lot of them,” Twilight started to apologize as she looked at the stack of crates stuffed with books, only about a fifth of them properly opened, while Spike lay with his back against the side of the Golden Oak library, panting hard, his eyes heavy-lidded as he fought to stay awake. He might be a hard worker, and he might be determined to please Twilight in any way he could, but he was still, after all, just a baby dragon, and there were certain practical limits to his ability to serve that simply couldn’t be shrugged off without consequences.
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh agreed with Twilight Sparkle, doing a slow trot around the pile of book crates, studying them with a contemplative eye. Twilight followed slightly behind him (definitely not looking at his flanks as she did so!), similarly assessing the extent of the situation, and how hopelessly massive it seemed without her magic to help her, or at least a squad of ponies, when she finally noticed her number one assistant in repose.
“You poor thing!” exclaimed Twilight, rushing over to the prone dragonling, and gently getting her neck underneath him, allowing the small dragon to grip on tight while she lifted him. “Don’t worry, Big Macintosh: I’ll be right back. Poor Spike’s just so exhausted right now, I’m sure he needs a snack and a nap.”
“Rubies, please,” murmured Spike, not so exhausted as to be insensible of the possibility of cashing in some sympathy for a few of his favorite gemstone treats.
“Eeyup,” said Big Macintosh to nobody in particular as he watched Twilight enter the library, his eyes following her trimly-toned mulberry flanks with the same contemplative expression he’d used when studying the problem of shifting the books, though this one was softened slightly with a small, pleasant smile.
Not very much later, Twilight returned, having tucked Spike into bed with a bowl of rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and even a few opals on the side; gemstones were extraordinarily common in Equestria, provided you knew where to look, but getting them was still a hassle, and so Twilight typically reserved feeding them to Spike as a supplement rather than the majority of his feed, except on special occasions. Occasions such as when she felt guilty for working the poor little guy to exhaustion trying to help her out.
When the bright-eyed unicorn filly stepped out of the Golden Oak library door, however, she stopped, her jaw dropping for the second time that day. As it turned out, Spike wasn’t the only one who was a hard worker: Big Macintosh was as well.
Looking around, walking almost in a daze, Twilight observed all the crates, which had all been opened, their lids stacked in a neat pile by the library mailbox, another pile made up of the nails that had been dislodged by the effort. Obviously Big Macintosh didn’t believe in wasting anything, a useful trait in a farmpony, where resources could be scarce if you didn’t conserve everything you had available.
“I…uh…wow,” Twilight Sparkle stammered for a moment, before her brain kicked back into gear, processing the impossibility before her at about the same time it linked the evidence of her eyes to the powerfully-built stallion standing by her side, an expression of deceptive relaxation on his handsome freckled face. “Uh, I guess you’re ready to start moving those into the library then?”
“Eeyup,” replied the laconic stallion, before he ambled over to the nearest set of crates. As Twilight watched, purple eyes wide, Big Macintosh wrapped a thick forehoof around one crate, the muscles in his bicep twitching visibly, before he hoisted it upward, then let it settle onto his broad back, his collar’s protrusions (sometimes called the “ears,” though Twilight didn’t know that) acting to steady the crate. Soon he did the same with another crate, resting it on the other side, both of them now balanced on his shoulders, with the collar’s presence acting to keep them from overbalancing. Huh, Twilight mused to herself as she automatically held open the door to the library, letting Big Macintosh pass inside, so that’s why he wears it all the time.
Following behind the towering red stallion, Twilight did her very best to focus only on that collar, and on the crates it held in place, and not on the shiny green apples set so temptingly before her nose…no matter how plump and sweet and juicy they might appear! No, she was a responsible, liberal-minded filly, a modern mare, and hardly one to reduce a stallion by objectifying him. Except, well, she only barely realized how much she wasn’t concentrating on Big Macintosh’s apples when it dawned on her that he was looking at her over one shoulder, his eyebrow raised inquisitively.
“I believe stallions should have the same rights as mares!” Twilight blurted out, to which Big Macintosh raised his other eyebrow. “I mean…it’s not…I wouldn’t…I was raised properly by my parents, and they taught me to be respectful to stallions, and not treat them like they were…were wild animals, but since I was always at school while growing up, I never really got much chance to interact with them that much – stallions I mean – and I’ve read in a few places how there’s only maybe one colt for every six fillies born, sometimes more, sometimes less, depending on exact location, but that’s still no reason why stallions should have to endure rude treatment, or being treated like they were second-class citizens, or that they’re supposed to serve the whims of whatever mare wants their attention, or…”
“Miss Twilight,” Big Macintosh gently broke into the poor, flustered filly’s babble. “Where did you want me to put the books?”
“The…the books?” Twilight blinked several times as she processed the question, having to shift quite a few layers of different mental gears in order to reach the appropriate level of comprehension. “Oh! The books! I…let’s see,” and now she trotted forward, her analytical mind almost immediately back in charge, and in full swing at that, while the big red stallion casually observed her flexing flanks, not at all ashamed of making it obvious: if she didn’t want him looking at those pleasantly petite curves, after all, she’d surely let him know. “The right crate was mostly fiction,” she mused to herself, “and the left looked as though it was mostly magical studies. Hmm…so I guess that crate can go here,” she pointed, first to the crate in question, then to the indicated spot, “and that one can go here.”
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh agreed amiably enough, settling the crates down exactly where he’d been told to put them. He started once more toward the door, obviously intent on the next load, but then suddenly stopped mid-stride. A slight frown crossed his handsome features, and then he turned, noting that Twilight’s eyes had once again started to stray into embarrassing territory as soon as the need for her higher-brain functions has passed. Of course he didn’t mind: he’d have let her know if he did. “Miss Twilight?” he began, breaking into the intense struggle Twilight was enduring as her upbringing warred with her hormones.
“Oh!” the young unicorn started, her attention immediately riveting onto Big Macintosh’s deep green eyes. “Y-yes, Mister Macintosh?”
“Just Big Macintosh,” the well-formed stallion gently corrected her. “Or Big Mac if you want. Or just plain Mac.” He paused after speaking, as though it took a lot of effort out of him to expend so many words in a single go; the stallion’s sudden verbosity had certainly startled poor Twilight into silence! “Would you like it better if Ah turned off mah censorship charm, Miss Twilight?”
There were few words that Big Macintosh could have used that would have more thoroughly broken poor Twilight Sparkle’s brain. Instantly her mouth locked up, then her legs locked up, and she just stood there, trembling slightly, swallowing frantically as she tried to stop herself from drooling as Big Macintosh, taking her silence for assent, turned his head just enough to bump one of the knobs on his collar’s pommel, which instantly brought the full, rounded sac between his legs back into view.
“You seem kinda confused about what you want, Miss Twilight,” Big Macintosh explained with a gentle smile, before he ducked outside, leaving Twilight still standing where she was, her eyes fixed on those lightly bouncing orbs until he turned around and returned, two more crates on his shoulders. “Ah just figured maybe you’d relax a little more if we went without any illusions between us.”
“You…you mean,” Twilight finally managed to get out, licking her suddenly dry lips, “you mean, you take off your censorship charm, and I…?” Big Macintosh nodded, and her purple eyes widened as she realized the full implications of this offer. “But…but then we’d be naked, and alone, and…and…”
“Ah’m sure you’ve heard what we stallions can be like,” Big Macintosh continued in his deep, pleasant baritone as he almost casually let the heavy crates settle into the floor by the library shelves without a sound. “Especially us earth pony stallions. Ah’ve heard what all the high-society unicorns say about us, after all: when we’re not carefully controlled, us earth ponies are like starving beasts. Savage. Uncontrolled.” Twilight was frozen in place as the big red stallion circled her, his movements so casual, and yet so confident, they belied the raw animal magnetism that radiated off of him in overwhelming waves that rooted her to the spot, her legs trembling so badly now she could hardly keep standing. “Especially when we’re alone with sweet, innocent little unicorn fillies who can’t make their magic work.”
“Eyah!” Twilight cried out as she felt Big Macintosh’s muzzle close over her cutie mark, his teeth nipping her flank. The bite hadn’t been hard, but it had surprised her, and more than that, it had sent a powerful jolt of raw sensation that hit her right in the pit of her stomach, making her entire body tense up with a powerful contraction, while something right below her tummy felt as though it were sliding up and down like one of the elevators she’d heard were now in use in Manehattan’s tallest buildings. And it was up and down, rather than forward and back, because the moment he squeezed her delicate mulberry flesh between his broad, strong teeth, her forelegs had completely given out on her, thrusting her dainty flanks upward even as her chin sank nearly to the floorboards.
On the heels of her failing strength, Twilight felt her censorship charm fail utterly, the magic that had been holding it in place giving out on her just as surely as her horn had failed her that morning. She couldn’t keep from mewling adorably as Big Macintosh began to nibble and then to suck on her left cutie mark, using his strong lips to trace each of the extending bursts from her central star, before closing his muzzle wetly around each of the smaller sparkles surrounding the six-pointed star in the middle. And he was humming to himself as he did it, not a care in the world on that handsome face! Didn’t he know what he was doing to her!?
But then Big Macintosh pulled his muzzle away from Twilight Sparkle’s left buttocks, replacing it instead with one massive hoof, the fleshy frog on its underside tensing and squeezing her fine filly’s flank almost like a suction cup, while his muzzle moved to her right flank to continue its diabolic licking and nibbling and suckling. This was just too much! Giving a soft wailing moan, Twilight’s chin sank to the wooden floor, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she felt her entire body start to clench, especially in the place right between her hind legs, that special spot she’d never really bothered to explore or learn about more than was absolutely necessary during her time as Princess Celestia’s prize student of magic. She’d been busy. But now that part of her was demanding all her attention, overwhelming her body and her mind utterly at it pulsed and quivered and almost blazed with a gushing wet heat she’d never even considered could be possible.
And it felt good.
Sweet Celestia’s sun above, it felt good!
After a few more minutes of this treatment, Big Macintosh lifted his head, smiling pleasantly down at Twilight Sparkle as she lay on the floor in a puddle of her drool on one end, and sweet juices on the other. Her rump was thrust upward most invitingly in this position, and he did so appreciate how tight unicorns were, their tailholes a tiny star, quite unlike the rounded “po-nut” of many earth ponies (like himself), who often hearkened back to more primitive times in their anatomy, or the slightly vertically-elongated “faux cloaca” of a pegasus’ tailhole. Actually, he noted with a light smirk, its shape wasn’t that far different from one of the little sparkles surrounding her cutie mark’s central star, though purple rather than white. He also quite liked how little Miss Twilight had a nice, snug-looking slit, sweet and tight and absolutely sopping wet, visibly different from the more teardrop-shaped cunny expected from earth ponies like Pinkie Pie or his sister (though not all earth ponies, of course: a good many had interbred extensively with the more overtly magical types, after all).
Truthfully, Big Macintosh had always liked unicorns best of all the breeds of pony (barring alicorns, of course, but that was hardly a fair comparison), at least as far as mares went. Earth ponies were sturdy, and their inner muscles were strong, making for a smooth, clean ride that would grip you nicely (especially when they came), and you didn’t have to worry much about causing any serious damage no matter how rough you got. Pegasi were tight, and they stayed tight, every beat of their wings flexing their entire bodies, ensuring that they were constantly getting a full-body workout every time they took to the air, their bodies packed with dynamic energy; even a poor flyer like Fluttershy made for a sweet ride, tight enough Big Macintosh had to be careful unless she was really turned on, though in her case, she was a rare beauty with a great many other charms…to say nothing of her flawless flanks! Unicorns, though, they tended toward the dainty and snug, even the stallions, their magic giving them a similar full-body workout to a pegasus pony’s flapping wings, except it produced a lean sort of muscle, refined and aristocratic, inside and out (as Big Macintosh could attest from personal experience). And they were sensitive, really sensitive, more sensitive than any other type of pony, especially when you knew their weak spots.
Naturally, Big Macintosh did.
Giving poor Twilight’s tushie a gentle pat, silently reassuring her that he’d go easy on her for her first time (he’d spoken more words so far to Twilight Sparkle than he’d used the whole rest of the week, and it was taxing his reserves mightily), Big Macintosh let her rest up a bit while he went back outside. After all, it wouldn’t do to leave those books out in the open air, especially when Rainbow Dash was on cloud control duty. She might be the best at her job, but that was only when she wasn’t goofing off somewhere, taking a nap in the clouds rather than working.
When Big Macintosh finished his work, focusing on one task at a time, as was typical for him, Twilight Sparkle was only just starting to lift her foreparts, though slowly and very shakily, blinking a lot as she tried desperately to recover some of the mental faculties Big Macintosh’s presence – and then his actions – had stolen from her. Setting the last of the crates down by the shelves, where it would be fairly easy to unload them, Big Macintosh walked toward the still-dazed unicorn, taking his time, letting her process his approach, her eyes widening as she began to realize that he wasn’t finished with her. Not by a long shot!
“I…I’m sorry Big Macintosh!” she blurted out, her horn sparking a few times, an unconscious side-effect as she fought to get her mind back under control of her body, much like the flashes from a faulty pilot light. “I didn’t mean to treat you like an object, or to be disrespectful, or…ooh!”
Casually, Big Macintosh wrapped one fetlock around Twilight’s horn, smiling as he felt it pulse beneath his touch when he squeezed it gently, and smiling a little wider as he looked down at Twilight Sparkle’s eyes, now crossed from the feeling of getting her first hornjob. Leaning down, he kissed the very tip, his fetlock stroking up and down the intricate curling length, and then lifted his head slightly, licking his lips: they tingled after the charge he’d felt still in her horn! Obviously little Miss Twilight wasn’t as depowered as she’d thought…or maybe she was getting some of it back as he was literally “turning her on.”
Amused by these thoughts, Big Macintosh leaned down a little further, and kissed Twilight’s cheek, and then her lips, finding her unresisting to the first, and more than willing to accept the second, though obviously inexperienced. A lot like her brother on his first time, actually…ah, but that was a story to recall fully later. Right now, he was focusing on the one he was with, completely and utterly, and she deserved his total attention. When his tongue slid into her mouth, and started to caress her own tongue, well, that sparked quite a reaction as, coupled with the foreleg stroking her horn, Twilight almost immediately shuddered all over, a small orgasm shaking her right to her roots.
“You don’t gotta worry ‘bout hurtin’ mah feelings, Miss Twilight,” Big Macintosh murmured softly in her ear as he broke the kiss, every syllable of that sweet baritone making her heart flutter like a trapped songbird. “You ain’t so far, by the way. You’re young and inexperienced; this is all new territory for ya. A chance to learn somethin’ entirely new. Ah’m gonna take this slow’n gentle, and be sure to loosen you up nice and thorough before Ah slide mahself inside. If anything hurts, that means Ah did somethin’ wrong, and you should tell me right away so Ah stop and don’t hurt you worse. If you feel uncomfortable about whatever Ah’m doin’ to ya, or just want me to stop for no reason that you’ve got words for, again, just tell me to stop, and Ah’ll stop, and Ah won’t be mad or nothin’: this is about you, and Ah want you to feel good. If you’re not feelin’ good, Ah won’t feel good either. All right?”
All Twilight could really do was nod, her mind and body still too dazed from those sudden shocks of pleasure for her to be able to do anything else. She’d liked what Big Macintosh had done to her. No, she’d loved it! Maybe she’d change her mind later, once her conscious mind had been given a chance to catch up with the flow of events, but right now, her whole body was tingling with more energy and glowing, brilliant life than she’d ever felt before, and she didn’t want it to stop. Not ever!
“Please, Big Macintoooosh!” she finally started to get out, only to have the last syllable get drawn out into a rising crescendo as the big red stallion easily wrapped his lips around the tip of her horn, and began to work his strong, dexterous lips into its slightly fleshy folds with just as much skill as he’d previously exerted on her defenseless flanks.
Shuddering all over, making a host of adorable whimpering moans, Twilight was rooted to the spot as Big Macintosh started to work his mouth down her horn, taking his time, using his tongue to explore the intricate spiral of the delicate magical instrument. A unicorn’s horn had to be infused with nerve tissue, to allow for the fine manipulation of magical energies, like telekinesis, and so it was generally considered rude to touch a unicorn’s horn, since even the lightest of touches, performed incorrectly, could cause a unicorn a great deal of discomfort, or even pain. But the way Big Macintosh handled Twilight Sparkle’s horn, bobbing his head now, nice and slow, his hooves resting on her shoulders as he flexed the frogs of his feet, kneading her tensed muscles at the same time he was putting the tension into them – and the rest of her body besides! – the feeling was anything but uncomfortable. It felt wonderful!
Under his tongue, Big Macintosh felt Twilight’s horn trembling, not just because of the rest of her was trembling, but because of its inner power. He’d done this to plenty of unicorns in the past, and so he wasn’t too concerned about “premature discharge”: the worst shot of raw magic he’d taken to the mouth (incidentally also from her brother) had left him with a sore jaw for a few days, and once he’d gotten a black eye when he’d turned his head wrong (though Rarity had been more than generous at making it up to him after that little incident), so while he knew being incautious might sting a bit with a youngster like this sweet purple filly, as long as he kept his head out of the way, he should be just fine. Especially since she’d been depowered from her exertions yesterday: that’d keep the mana jizzsplosion down to a minimum, or so he figured.
Secure in his relative safety, Big Macintosh took the time to savor the way Twilight’s magic made his tongue tingle. Pinkie Pie had given him some candies that produced a similar effect, this sort of rock candy that popped and crackled while it was in your mouth. The effect could get a little bit much after a while, but taken in moderation, it was kind of fun, actually. Twilight’s seeping magical discharge had a flavor to it, too, not quite as strong as he knew the flavor of her juices would be when he got back to that end of her, but present all the same, a sweet and tart tang that left him craving more. Since she didn’t taste like a sort of apple (or a type of cherry for that matter, but once again, that was something to remember another time), he couldn’t place the flavor right away, but he knew it would come to him shortly. After all, being a farmer meant spending a lot of time around the produce of other farmers…and around their fillies and colts as well.
Finally releasing Twilight’s horn with a slick, wet slurp, giving the very tip a final kiss-and-nibble, Big Macintosh looked down at Twilight from his position half-vaulted on top of her, which meant he was looking almost straight down, while standing like a biped, most of his weight resting on his powerful hind legs. She looked up at him, her mouth open, eyes out of focus, her sides heaving as her mind tried desperately to reconcile what was happening to her body. For a filly with as much book-learning as poor little Miss Twilight, Big Macintosh realized that she’d probably never been so overwhelmed by her own feelings before, probably never even thought that such a thing were possible.
“You all right, Miss Twilight?” he asked, still working his big hooves into her shoulders, making sure only to use the softer bits, never touching her with any of the metal of his shoed hooves. While it took her a while to respond, she eventually managed a shaky nod, which he answered with a reassuring smile. “You’ll probably wanna put your head down like before, Miss Twilight,” he warned her. “Tuck your forelegs under your chin to give you extra support. This next bit’s gonna be kinda intense, and Ah want you positioned so you don’t hurt yourself none. Or me,” he added as an afterthought; while a unicorn’s horn was mostly fleshy, it did have a spur of bone at its core, and that could be a mite painful if it jabbed into delicate places.
Waiting until Twilight had obeyed his request, setting herself into the triangle formation she’d taken quite by accident before – perhaps one of the most stable lovemaking positions for a quadruped, actually, which made it a great one for a beginner like Big Macintosh’s unicorn lover – the big red stallion leaned down, still facing toward her, and began to nibble along Twilight Sparkle’s mane, stroking it with one big hoof, then sucking on the delicate flesh right at the roots, where she was most sensitive. Her long, aching moan from beneath him told him right away that he was doing it right, and he continued the action, soon reaching the base of her neck. Eyeing Twilight’s slender shoulders, Big Macintosh allowed a naughty smirk to spread on his face, since he was sure Twilight couldn’t see it, and then opened his muzzle wide.
“Big Mac!” Twilight almost screamed as he slowly sank his broad, strong teeth into the fold of flesh right between her shoulder blades – her withers – her whole body bucking beneath him. He hadn’t really hurt her – that spot was fleshy enough to be able to take a decent amount of punishment – but he’d hit the very spot where the ancient ancestors of stallions long past would bite their mares as they serviced them, a delicate place that called up so many primal body memories, it could shake even the most reserved of fillies right to the core!
Releasing his mating grip a little reluctantly, Big Macintosh continued his way down Twilight’s spine, using his big hooves more than his muzzle now, giving his mouth a little bit of a break to better work the softer bits of his hooves into Twilight’s supple flesh along her back, right up to her croup. Once he reached her dock, her tail flicked to one side with instinctive immediacy, baring her aching little cunny and tiny tailstar once more to his calmly eager eyes. Yeah, he had plans for these parts of little Miss Twilight. Plans he hoped she’d love at least as much as he would.
For her part, Twilight had been almost reduced to a puddle of pony by that point. Big Macintosh was good at giving massages, just as good as he’d been at giving her a hornjob. Never in her young life had it ever occurred to her that her horn could provide so many wonderful feelings, such a tiny bit of her controlling her entire body, making her belly quiver and her…bits, back there, shudder and tense and lurch with each and every little nibble and curl of that powerful, talented tongue. If he’d continued his work on her horn, Twilight wasn’t sure what would have happened, but she’d felt something building inside of her, something overwhelming, and she’d known instinctively that whatever it was, it would have blasted her completely, body and mind and soul.
Not that where he was heading was likely to end up doing anything different! Poor Twilight couldn’t stop herself from squirming, her back arching into each of Big Macintosh’s talented touches, her supple flesh rolling easily with each of his manipulations. And when he planted both of those huge, dinner-plate hooves of his right on the points of her rump, and pressed inward, nice and slow, her eyes snapped open wide, her whole spine arching, and she couldn’t hold back a loud wail, or a wet, messy squirt of slick cunnyjuice from splashing onto the floorboards beneath her.
Being so…so lewd right in front of another pony was so embarrassing!
Oh, but it felt so good as well.
As her vision came slowly back into focus, Twilight Sparkle became gradually aware of something big and red right in front of her. The object in question, as it turned out, was Big Macintosh’s full sac, and his as-yet tucked in sheath. Fascinated, Twilight lifted her head just a little, enough to get a good look at that sheath just as Big Macintosh leaned in, his nostrils blasting searing hot breath across her delicate, swollen cunny lips, making her body seize up once more, though not quite as powerfully as the last few times. As soon as he’d taken her scent straight from the source, Twilight watched with great interest, more than a little of it genuinely scholarly, as his sheath filled out rapidly, then disgorged its more-than-ample contents, the smooth length of his semi-flaccid penis extended right before her.
That was just the start of the show, however, as Big Macintosh squeezed Twilight’s petite, toned little buns between his heavy hooves (though, of course, he made sure to keep most of his weight up on his hind legs, so as not to overtax the dainty filly beneath him), rolling them inward and then out, making a snug circle of it, making her whimper despite herself, her cheeks blazing at how utterly exposed that made her feel. His muzzle moved forward, then, as he spread her tushie wide, and Twilight drew in a sharp gasp as she felt his broad blunt muzzle just engulf her tender little quim. She had a good moment to watch as Big Macintosh’s penis stiffened before her eyes, accidentally giving her nose a little “boop” in the process that made her blink in adorable surprise, before he tensed up his lips, making a tight seal around Twilight’s slit…and began to feast.
“Mac!” squealed poor little Twilight as her ears were suddenly filled with the sounds of gooey suckling and delicious, succulent slurping as Big Macintosh gave up all pretenses of holding back anymore. She wasn’t even able to form his full name, the force of sensation was so strong! Vaguely, she was aware of tasting his preseminal fluid as she instinctively licked her nose to clear the little dab of liquid he’d left there, and thinking how much it tasted of sweet, fresh apples…and how much she wanted to taste more of it.
As Big Mac turned his head, sawing his powerful tongue sideways through the folds of Twilight’s squirting fillyquim, Twilight dazedly lifted her head, her muzzle parting as she instinctively sought out the throbbing red organ before her. Some part of her knew what it was, knew that a penis was meant to give pleasure, and foals, and ultimate fulfillment, and unbidden her mind suddenly filled with a clear image of the soon-to-come future. She could see herself, as though she were an outside observer, dainty, trimly-toned aristocratic unicorn tushie thrust eagerly upward, making a perfect platform for the powerful red stallion behind her as he mounted up, his hooves squeezing her bottom tightly, spreading her cheeks wide as he stood almost straight up, all the better to look down at the sweet sight before him.
And what a sight it was! Twilight’s heart gave a lurch as she saw Big Macintosh’s cock – not a penis, a cock, like she’d seen scrawled on the walls of the locker room at Celestia’s school before the janitors came in and washed such bad language away at the end of each day – as thick as her foreleg, smooth and deliciously suckable, except for the swollen medial ring at its middle, and the even more swollen flare at its tip. That tip spat several hard jets of precum right onto the dream-Twilight’s impossibly tiny-looking cunny with wet splashes, and both Twilight and her imaginary self cried out as a powerful orgasm shuddered through them both, before they both suddenly felt themselves frozen in place by instincts more ancient than recorded time at the moment Big Macintosh moved his hips forward, the flared head of his cock nuzzling against the yielding folds of dream-Twilight’s exposed, vulnerable, tempting little slit.
“There’s no way,” murmured Twilight, so caught up in the dream – or vision of the future, if one believed in such things – of watching the size difference between her dream-self’s virgin cunny and dream-Big Macintosh’s immense stallionhood, made all the more obvious as the very tip nudged her outer lips open, that she never even realized how close her own little mouth was to that same real-life glans, not yet swollen into a full flare, but getting there quickly at the feel of a filly’s soft breath against its sensitive thickness. “There’s just no way it can fit.”
But it did!
At the very moment Twilight’s imagination pictured Big Macintosh’s gorgeous flanks starting to tense beautifully, the achingly swollen head of his flared erection wrinkling as he put his unstoppable strength slowly – and yet still gently – behind his first long, slow thrust into the wriggling, squirming, squealing little filly under him, the whole length bending a little right at the medial ring, as though she were indeed just too tight for it to fit, the real-life Big Macintosh tensed his jaw for a final slow push…and parted Twilight’s hymen with the very tip of his tongue.
All Big Macintosh’s oral efforts had been building to this critical moment, getting Twilight’s sex as slick and swollen and aroused as possible, while his muzzle, thrusting forward and back, along with his tongue, continuously put pressure on her hymen, stretching it without tearing it. Finally, once she’d been stretched enough, and was wet enough, he’d managed to work one of the natural perforations in her hymen enough so that it would accept his tongue, first the tip, and then the rest of its thick, smooth, muscular length. He still had to be careful, of course, but the worst was now past. All the rest…was stretching.
POP! Just like that, Twilight saw the big red cock in her mind’s eye straighten out, the swollen head sinking right into her dream-self’s cunny. Big Macintosh’s flawless flanks flexed and tensed as he plowed into her just like he’d plowed those fertile fields this morning, stretching her right to the uttermost limits of her body. When his medial ring rasped against her dream-self’s cunny before popping inside as well, right as Big Macintosh’s upper lip did the same in the real world, both Twilight-in-vision and the flesh-and-blood filly whinnied their ecstasy, the sound primal and wild in their ears, the only possible sound that could fully describe the ultimate sensations now gushing through their veins…and gushing out of their cunnies at high speed, soaking the dream-Mac’s balls, and splashing against the real Big Mac’s chin.
“I…I can see it,” whimpered the poor, overwrought purple filly as Big Macintosh happily gobbled up every drop of her berry-flavored, slightly fizzy fillyjuice, nodding in some satisfaction to himself as he began to pull his muzzle back, having properly stretched Twilight Sparkle’s hymen until it wouldn’t be a problem anymore, clearing the way for the next stage of their shared fun. “Oh sweet Celestia…it’s making a bulge in my tummy every time you thrust into me, Big Mac! I can feel it up to my lungs, bumping against my heart, making it pitter-patter until I think it’s going to explode, that I’m going to explode, and…and…oooh,” she heaved a moan that was as much a sigh as she caressed the side of Big Macintosh’s big, beautiful penis with her cheek. “It smells so good, Big Macintosh. I…I have to taste it…have to feel it on my tongue…OH!” Her whole body started then, rump clenching and eyes going wide right as Big Macintosh gently teased the very tip of one hoof into Twilight’s tender tailhole. “B-big Macintosh! You…you’re not going to…to put it…?”
“Eeyup,” declared Big Macintosh, utterly unashamed of his intentions. “After.”
Wild visions, frightening in their clarity, immediately flooded poor Twilight’s overwrought, overheated brain. She could see herself clearly now, sweat bathing her young body, what had to be gallons of potent, virile stallioncum gushing out of her cunny, while even more gallons were still inside, billions upon billions of powerful, healthy sperm heading straight for her vulnerable womb (sweet Celestia, he’s going to get me pregnant!), panting like a bitch in heat, like some pedigreed puppy that slipped its leash, and then got gang-banged by every filthy mutt for blocks around, exhausted, spent, her body as limp as a used and wrung-out dirty dishrag.
Big Macintosh’s tongue began to tease her tailhole in the real world, while one big hoof covered her little clitty, rubbing it rapidly, not letting her cool down fully, but instead rekindling the flames of her next orgasm, which began to rise, hot and hard and fast. Within her fantasy – or vision – Twilight saw the dream-Big Macintosh give a slight grunt as he yanked his still-dripping cock from her clenching depths, a few more hard jets of cum splattering over her quivering cunny and exposed purple tailstar, marking her as nothing more than his property, as befit the proper status of a slutty little filly like Twilight Sparkle. Her will was broken utterly, and she was now Big Macintosh’s willing slave. He’d marked her as his now, and she’d serve him, bear his foals (and there would be so many of them!), cook his food, do whatever chores he gave her, and serve the mighty scepter of his magnificent cock in any way he wanted for the rest of her life.
Such as with her tailhole!
Without pausing, without softening in the slightest, the dream Big Macintosh mashed his still-bloated cockhead right up against Twilight’s tender little tailhole, smearing it thoroughly with his cum and her copious juices, and the real-life Twilight couldn’t hold back a despairing sob: her tailhole was even tighter than her cunny had been!
He couldn’t!
He wouldn’t!
He mustn’t!
But he did!
Grunting like some primal savage, a beast out of the cruel past, whose instincts told him to dominate the mares of his harem, to keep them too worn out with pleasure and passion and just a little pain to even consider resisting his will, the dream-Big Macintosh thrust forward with all his might, his magnificent sac swinging forward, both of the big eggs of his balls clearly visible through the velvet-soft purse of flesh encasing them, before they smacked, loud and wet, against Twilight’s tender, sperm-leaking quim, while his shaft was stretching her so wide, turning the snug star of her tailhole into a near-perfect “O” from the powerful girth of his penetration.
Outside the vision, Big Macintosh was happily diddling Twilight’s clitoris, and had just begun to work his tongue into her tailhole, penetrating her squeaky clean little pucker for the very first time…when everything finally became too much for the young unicorn.
There was no possible way that Big Macintosh could have known just how Twilight Sparkle had been changed when she’d accepted her role as the center-point for the Elements of Harmony. She didn’t know it herself; didn’t know that she’d become a conduit for the power of friendship, and for other positive emotions as well.
Positive emotions like those of a big, well-meaning stallion putting his entire honest attention to work on giving a cute-but-inexperienced filly a truly wonderful first sexual experience. Her body had reciprocated, magic building up at the same time her pleasure did until it all reached the breaking point, with nowhere to go…but out.
BOOM!
While Twilight Sparkle wasn’t sure at first how long she’d been unconscious, judging from the clock on the floor (the one that had been on the wall), it hadn’t been more than a few minutes. The damage to the room was, surprisingly, not nearly as extensive as it could have been: just a few stray items, most of them on shelves, had been knocked to the floor, and poor Spike got woken up from his nap upstairs at the noise, but nothing really permanent.
The reason for such little damage, of course, was because Big Macintosh had taken the brunt of the magical burst. Right in the underside of his barrel as he’d been covering Twilight, reverse-style, his penis close by her head, his barrel right above her horn, his mouth busily working around her tail. Now he was slumped on his back, having just slid down the far wall.
“Huh,” he grunted, then coughed slightly from the effort, taking stock of the damage with all the experience of someone who’s been hurt before, and knows what signs to look for. “Lucky your horn was aimed up, Miss Twilight,” he got out, his voice a little hoarse as he grinned through the pains of several cracked ribs and a mild hernia. Fortunately the shelf he’d hit hadn’t been filled with books yet, or he might have had a concussion as well when they landed on him. “Little lower, and that might’ve been a mite painful.”
“Oh Big Macintosh!” exclaimed Twilight, rushing to him, or at least trying to, but her legs were still too wobbly for her to really make any good speed just yet. “I’m so sorry! I thought…I mean, I couldn’t…it wasn’t working this morning, and…”
“’s’all right, Miss Twilight,” Big Macintosh reassured the flustered filly with a gentle, if slightly pained, smile, while he stroked her pageboy-cut mane away from her eyes. “But, um, could you please head on down to the clinic, and have ‘em send a stretcher by?”
“Spike!” Twilight called out, seeing the little purple dragon already on the middle of the stairs, pen and quill in his claws. “Make sure Big Macintosh stays safe. I’m going to run over to the clinic and get him some help.”
“Okay, Twilight,” Spike agreed amiably, before he suddenly blinked, and then covered his eyes with one hand. “Um,” he pointed with the other claw at the frantic unicorn’s hindquarters, “but are you sure you want to go out like that?”
But Twilight Sparkle had already raced out the door, having completely forgotten to put her censorship charm back into place.
“Hoo boy,” Spike said with a sigh, shrugging his narrow shoulders. “I guess some folks around Ponyville are going to get an eyeful.”
“Eeyup,” said Big Macintosh.
