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Time no longer existed because entropy no longer existed. All clocks were still. The sun would hang in the same spot forever. Big Mac wandered the streets and into houses, sleeping whenever he felt like it, wherever he felt like it. He ate whatever food was in front of him whenever he was hungry and sometimes when he wasn’t.

Big Mac found the blue magician, Trixie on a small stage at the far end of the market. On or off stage, she was easily found, an eye catching unicorn in his opinion. She was performing but he couldn't tell what exactly she was doing. Something with a big box just to her right.

Big Mac circled around the audience to step onto the stage and get behind her. Suddenly something pierced his nostrils. It was something he hadn’t whiffed in quite a while. He could smell pheromones wafting up from Trixie's marehood and it was short-circuiting his brain. The natural aphrodisiac engorged his dick and suddenly he was draped over her back and prodding at her entrance. He shivered, exhaled as his entire cock slid right on in, all the way down. For a moment he was paralyzed with pleasure, drool pooling behind his lips. She was already wet. The only explanation he could think of was that she became sexually aroused from performing on stage. That boastful, smug look on her face said it all.

Big Mac groaned softly as he began sliding his stallion meat in and out of her heavenly pocket, her blue lips wrapping snugly around his girth.

The audience watched in silent wonder as the magician received her great and powerful pounding. The only sounds in all of existence were Big Mac's grunting and his balls slapping against Trixie's plot.

With one last thrust, he pushed into her as far as he could go, squeezing his legs around her to keep the two of them anchored in a standing position. He shot his seed into her deepest regions. His hind legs buckled in ecstasy and he slid off of Trixie's rump, becoming a puddle on the stage. He didn't know if it was because she was ready to go or that he'd just realized that he enjoyed the act of rutting in front of a throng of gawking onlookers or if Trixie's marehood was just superior somehow but that orgasm was mind-blowing.

Big Mac sauntered into the schoolhouse where a dozen foals sat attentively in their desks for a lesson that he didn't care to figure out. Welp, guess it's about time, he thought.

He began by scooting Silver Spoon's bench up next to Diamond Tiara's. Then he turned the two fillies' heads to face one another. He teased their mouths open, maneuvered them closer, pressing their lips together in what looked like a deep, passionate kiss. He felt his dick growing again as he leaned in to join in their kiss, reaching around the backs of their heads to keep them from being pushed away in his vigor. His tongue intruded into their mouths in turn, tangling with their own tongues, back and forth from one filly to the other. Big Mac pulled away and stood up on two legs. He thrust his massive erection right between the girls faces. He held their heads together, their parted lips tightly cradling either side of his cock. He began to pump in and out, closely watching their mouths slide together up and down his shaft, their lips working in tandem to massage him. He stared into their bored, emotionless eyes as he sped up his thrusts, making sure the two fillies covered all the way from his tip to his base where his balls would bump against their cheeks. Pressure rose quickly within him as he pushed their lips around him more forcefully. He was on the cusp.

He slipped the tip of his cock into Silver Spoon's mouth just as he released a flood of semen. Holding the top of her head with one hoof, he panted, watching the backflow of thick white stuff spurting back out of her lips. It gathered in fat globs on her muzzle and in a ring around his shaft but strangely did not drip. it seemed that when it left his body it was no longer subject to the spacetime rules which governed only him.

He wiped his dick clean with Silver's braided mane. Then he ate the lunch out of her saddle bag and fell asleep on a beanbag in the reading corner.

When Big Mac awakened, he had a bad case of morning wood which was just fine with him. He scanned the room, mulling over which filly was going to assist him with his predicament. He looked back at Silver Spoon, sitting there, her mouth pumped to the brim with cum for all eternity. Then his eyes fell on Diamond Tiara and he knew that he just had to wreck her. She was always so smug and clean, a high class elitist. To be a lowly farm pony sullying her would be amazing. He'd already resolved to penetrate every filly in the room eventually, (barring his sister,) but he'd make sure to pay special attention to Diamond.

The lonely stallion yawned and drifted over to the little pink brat. He sat down on his haunches beside her with a thud. Then he nonchalantly plucked Diamond out of her seat in his forelegs.

For a muscular stallion like Big Mac, a filly was light and portable. Diamond's body was rigid and lifeless in his grip. Almost seemed more a fucktoy than a pony. He turned her around to face him. Then he shimmied her rump around, rubbing her slit about on his tip but was thwarted by the incredible size discrepancy between the two of them. Big Mac chuckled to himself. "Welp, had to try." He didn't think it would work right off the bat and even if it did, he was so long, she could probably only accommodate half his length. No matter. He'd get in there one way or another.

Big Mac flipped her upside down in his hooves so that her plot was right in his face. He blew her little tail aside with a puff of air and gave her pussy a long, sensual stroke with his tongue. He went up and down her entrance, pushing inside her little by little, eventually enveloping the whole of her slit with his lips in a vigorous one-sided make out session. He swirled his tongue inside her hole until it was slathered in saliva. He paused to lick his lips. Her flavor was subtle, mildly metallic.

He flipped her right side up again and positioned her over his skyward cock once more. He pushed her down, inching his tip into her tight little cavern. He closed his eyes and bit his lip as he squeezed his flesh into hers. "Unf," he grunted. "Holy shit…" Her outer folds gave way suddenly and he felt the amazing warm embrace of her interior. Success. He began bouncing her up and down slowly on his pole, brazenly working her further and further down on the shaft until he felt his tip butt up against her cervix. He was a little over halfway in. Not bad. Definitely more than enough to get the job done.

Big Mac paused momentarily to steal the tiara off of Diamond's head and place it atop his own. Then he continued to ram the door of her womb. He grimaced at the sustained intense tightness. Her vice-like walls were going to suck every last sperm out of his balls.

He picked up speed, plunging her up and down on his rod like he was working the fastest butter churn in Equestria. As he plateaued, he threw his head back, tongue lolled out to one side. His cock pulsed, pumping Diamond's core full of hot cum.

He pulled her off with a squelch and a satisfied sigh. Then he set her back down at her little desk, posing her as close as he could to her original posture. Why, he had no idea. It was nice to keep things orderly.

He pulled over her saddle bag and devoured her lunch. Then Sail's lunch. Then Scootaloo's lunch. By the time he was full from eating enough of the students' diminutive meals, he noticed that his erection persisted. He looked about again for another helper. He didn't want to try smashing another filly until he had a supply of lube on hoof. A mare would suffice though. Their teacher Cheerilee was right there.

She stood smiling next to the chalkboard. With a bit of effort, Big Mac was able to drag her over to her desk and lay her out, face up atop it. His dick was still drenched with his and Diamond's juices because nothing evaporated anymore. Hoping it would be enough to get his meat inside Cheerilee, Big Mac braced himself on the desk with one hoof planted on either side of her, hips between the teacher's legs. Without too much trouble he pushed inside, parting her slit. Once he had her fully impaled on his shaft, he began pounding away at full speed into the edge of the desk. He wasn't sure why but in his brain he knew that rough and fast would have been how she wanted it.

Drawers and office supplies ratted violently as Big Mac railed the teacher without mercy right there in front of his sister, her friends and classmates. When he finished, he collapsed on top of her, resting his head on her chest while he caught his breath. He had a sudden longing for her to stroke his mane as they melted together in a mutual afterglow. To be touched back in a loving, nurturing way that only Cheerilee could. She'd get caught up in the moment and murmur something embarrassing about her childhood while he just grinned and listened dumbly, staring at dust motes passing through the rays of the Sunday morning sun. Those little things. He'd never feel that sort of closeness again.