Return to the Big Apple

Big Macintosh panted heavily as he sat on his bed. A cool autumn breeze rustled the curtains of a nearby window causing him to shiver as it washed over his sweat drenched coat, but doing little to cool the fire that burned inside the massive red stallion. A burning desire for release consumed him as he stroked his hooves along his aching stallionhood, running them from its flared head, down to the base, and back again. At the same time as he thoroughly worked his member, he rocked on his haunches, bouncing up and down as he worked an oversized toy deep into his tailhole.

Big Mac couldn't say he was partial to stallions. Not in the slightest. In fact he had even taken a liking to a cute unicorn mare that he regularly ran deliveries to in a small remote village. This seemed to strike a strange contrast between his usual preferences and the massive artificial cock currently lodged in his backside. It had been a particularly painful experience for him when he had gone to buy it, the poor guy, already a stallion of few words, might as well have been completely mute trying to hide his embarrassment while the salesmare idly rang up his purchase.

There was a reason behind Big Mac's strange new fixation. A few weeks ago an unfortunate accident during one of Scootaloo's high speed stunts had ended with the filly being lodged deep inside his rear. Her panicked struggles inside of him had had the unintended side effect of stimulating his prostrate in a way nothing else could, creating an unimaginable sense of bliss that lead to a mind blowing orgasm the likes of which he had never known before or since.

In the time after the accident Big Mac hadn't been able to get the memory of that feeling out of his head. As the days dragged on this obsession had spurred him to do anything he could to chase that high. At first he had simply tried clopping, but no matter how carefully or vigorously he stroked his member, or how long he edged himself in desperate attempts to come close, nothing even remotely compared to that one event. Further attempts had led him to explore his neglected rear. That area had always been an unspoken taboo for the prudish farmpony. It was for one thing, and one thing only. Anything else would be unthinkable and dirty.

Any reservations he had once had were long gone as he once again settled back on his haunches, plunging the toy deep into his rectum. As he did, the detailed flare that adorned the tip of the toy pushed against that wonderous spot inside him, causing his own tip to flare. He let out a gasp as he finally reached his peak; however, it was short lived as the pitiful orgasm came and went with only a few short spurts of cum to show for it.

With a sigh Big Mac slumped onto his back, letting the toy slide out with a wet *plop*. His efforts were no use. No matter what he tried, nothing would be able to replicate that experience. His mind raced as he cleaned himself up. He was going to have to replicate what had happened, and it would require Scootaloo's help. As strange and embarrassing of a thing as it would be to ask, his mind was made up. It was the middle of the harvest and tomorrow was going to be a particularly busy day. Due to this, all three of the Cutie Mark Crusaders would be on the farm to help out with the various chores as the Apple Family worked to get everything done. It would be the perfect opportunity to ask her, and he began to plan exactly how he would do that as he slowly drifted off into a restless and fitful sleep.

The Next Day

The morning had gone by in a flash. Getting up before the rest of the Apple Family, Big Mac had begun to put his plan into motion. He had prepared everything he would need, and set it up in a remote part of the orchard. It was all done so early, the sun wasn't even up yet by the time he got back to the farmhouse and began his morning routine as the rest of the family began to rise.

Before he knew it the sun was high in the sky, beating down on him as he bucked another tree, causing the apples to rain down into several buckets he had staged with a practiced efficiency gained from a lifetime of experience. As he worked, moving the buckets over to load onto a nearby cart and heading to the next tree, his ears swiveled, picking up the chatter and laughter of a certain group of fillies nearby. This was his chance!

A moment later three fillies appeared, walking between the trees with a cart of their own being towed behind an orange pegasus on a scooter, while an earth pony and unicorn walked on either side of the cart.

"Hey Big Mac!" They greeted him in a cheerful chorus.

"Hey girls," he returned the greeting. "How's the work comin' along for ya?"

"Great! We're already headed back with our third cart full, and it ain't even noon!" Applebloom replied with a nod at the cart piled high with apples.

"That's what ah like to hear." He replied before turning to the pegasus. "Hey Scootaloo, would ya mind helping me out with somethin'?"

"Uh...sure. Whaddaya need?"

Big Mac briefly considered making up some kind of excuse, or outright lying, but that just wasn't the Apple Family way. As desperate as he may be, he wasn't about to compromise such an important value.

"Well...it's kinda personal. I mostly just wanted to talk to ya about the...uh, accident we had a while back. There's something that just ain't sittin' right with me."

"Oh...uh, yeah...no problem." Scootaloo answered nervously, a slight blush darkening her cheeks as she recalled the time she had spent trapped in the massive stallion's...hindquarters.

Nevertheless, she unhooked her scooter from the cart and wheeled it over to him, giving the other crusaders a nod as she stopped beside him. "Go ahead on without me, I'll catch up with you later."

As the other crusaders hooked up to the cart and headed out, Big Mac began walking and motioned for Scootaloo to join him. For a few moments they walked in silence, Big Mac plodding along, while Scootaloo wheeled her scooter along beside him, occasionally falling back and catching up again as they passed through some parts that were more overgrown than others. Eventually Scootaloo was the one who broke the awkward silence.

"So, what's going on?"

Big Mac sighed. "Well, ah haven't seen ya at all since it happened, and I know you've probably been avoiding me all this time, but the thing I wanted to say is..." He paused, taking a deep breath and letting it out before continuing. "The thing is I really liked the feeling of having you...inside me."

"What? But...why?" Scootaloo asked, tilting her head puzzledly.

Big Mac was aware Scootaloo was older, and sexual topics were a thing that wouldn't be beyond her at this point. That said, she was still a filly. It just didn't wouldn't feel right explaining to her that she had stimulated him in such a way.

"Well...I'm not sure. It was such a strange feeling, I just....can't stop thinking about it. But, what I really wanted ta ask is....would you be up for doing it again?"

Scootaloo halted abruptly. "What!?...EWWWW! Why would I want to do that!?" She all but yelled.

However, even as she voiced her objections, she couldn't help but think back to that time. The soft warm walls cradling her from all sides, the dull thud of his massive heart surrounding her. Despite the fear and confusion she had felt at the time, had it really been all that bad?

Silence surrounded them once again as they continued on. Scootaloo fell back a bit as the path narrowed, and she couldn't help giving Big Mac's rear a look as she followed. Those muscular haunches dwarfed her as they swayed and flexed, and as his tail swished lazily side to side, she caught sight of the puckered ring that lay beneath it. She gulped as her eyes fell on it, seeing it in a new light. Knowing it could swallow her up with little effort. It was terrifying, yet oddly alluring in a way she didn't fully understand. She broke her gaze to meet Big Mac's eyes as he spoke again, looking back to her with his ears down and cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"Forget I said..."

"I'll do it!" She piped up, cutting him off.

"Really, ya will?" He replied as his ears perked up, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"If it means so much to you...yeah, I'm in." She answered with a giggle.