Return to the Big Apple

Big Mac picked up the pace, almost at a trot as Scootaloo rolled along beside him. It wasn't much longer before they reached the area he had prepared that morning. It consisted of a small clearing that contained a small barrel. On the far end of the clearing was the bank of a gently flowing river, its clear waters shimmering in the midday sun. Some towels hung from a nearby branch, as well as a bucket containing a variety of soaps and shampoos.

"You really thought this out, huh?" Scootaloo spoke as she looked around.

"Eeyup."

Walking over to the barrel, Big Mac popped a cork off the top. Scootaloo gave it a curious sniff. "Huh, is this lube?"

"Eeyup, still sure you're up for this?"

"Yep, let's do it." She answered in a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Needing no further encouragement, Big Mac unceremoniously lifted the barrel and poured its contents over Scootaloo, the slick oil quickly soaking her mane and tail, and wetting her coat with a glossy sheen. Fortunately it had been sitting out in the sun for a good part of the day, and was pleasantly warm and soothing as she made sure her entire body was thoroughly coated.

"Ready?" She asked, looking up at Big Mac.

"Hmm, almost. Could ya rub some of that on mah backside?"

She nodded and held out a hoof, allowing him to pour another generous portion of lube onto it. Setting the barrel down, he turned around and flagged up his tail. While it technically wasn't the closest she had ever been to his backside, it was the first time she had gotten this good of a look at it. In contrast to her previous glances, it almost seemed tiny. The donut shaped hole bulged out a bit from the hairless dark red skin around it, seeming to quiver slightly in anticipation of what was to come. As impressive in size as it was in comparison to the average sized pony, it was still a bit smaller than her hoof. Cautiously, she reached out her foreleg and touched it. It felt warm and soft as she slowly rubbed her hoof over it, getting it nice and slick, causing excess fluid to drip down in a few places and dampen the fur on his thick haunches. She pressed a little harder as she rubbed, spreading it slightly and giving her a peak at the pink depths that lay nestled just inside. Waiting for her.

Satisfied, Scootaloo pulled her hoof away and sat down, a sense of anticipation building in her.

"Ready!" She yelled.

Lining himself up, Big Mac slowly began to lower his backside over her, spreading his rear legs as wide as he could. In response Scootaloo lifted her forelegs over her head, bringing her hooves together to assume a strange kind of seated diving pose. The sun was blocked out as that puckered ring got closer and closer. Just as it was about to make contact with her outstretched hooves, she heard rushing hoofbeats bolting toward her. Just as she turned her head to see what was happening, she heard somepony scream "Watch out!" Something slammed into her hard, knocking her into one of Big Mac's legs, and everything went black.

Well, she wasn't unconscious, Scootaloo realized as she felt slick flesh kneading her face. It was warm and tight all over her body, but something was wrong. Pressed to her side was something that was decidedly neither soft nor gentle, as it harshly kneed her in the belly.

"Ow! What the hay!"

"Scootaloo!?"

"Sweetie Belle!?"

********************************

Big Mac lay on his back. Darn his clumsiness, he was trying to be so careful, but it seemed he had managed to fall on his ass and give poor Scootaloo expedited shipping. He hoped she was alright in there. In any case he hadn't crushed her if the squirming in his bowels was anything to go by. In fact, that movement was having the desired effect as his stallionhood all but jumped out of his sheath. In no time it had fully extended, and slapped against his belly as if it demanded attention. He eagerly obliged, stroking a hoof along it that immediately sent a bolt of pleasure through his entire body. The movement in his gut was constant, pummeling his prostate like a punching bag without mercy. He was so over stimulated even a slight touch to his member would threaten to put him over the edge.

He decided to forgo using his hooves at all. Either way any attempt to delay the inevitable was futile as his head flared and load after load of hot cum shot out, painting his chest, and a good bit of the ground around him as he moaned. His body was wracked with spasms as bolts of pleasure shot through him. It was so intense he couldn't even form a coherent thought, able to do nothing but ride it out as he writhed on the ground for several minutes, even after his balls had nothing left to give.

After what seemed like an eternity it was finally over. When Big Mac forced himself to stand, he was breathing deeply, drenched in sweat and his own seed to such a degree that he must have resembled a mare from one of those strange Neighponese snuff films. Tired and weighed down, it was all he could do to shamble over to the water and clean himself up.

********************************

"How did you manage to end up in here again?" Sweetie Belle groaned as she struggled to find some semblance of comfort in the cramped chamber, managing only to elbow Scootaloo in the muzzle instead.

"Ow! I'd be able to explain if you'd quit hitting me!" She groaned back, shifting her side and driving her shoulder into Sweetie's ribs.

This back and forth went on for some time until they came to the mutual conclusion that there was no way to get reasonably comfortable, and the only way they'd be able to have any kind of conversation would be to remain as still as possible. With that figured out, Scootaloo was able to recount her conversation with Big Mac.

"Ok...I still don't really understand it, or why you would go along with it." Sweetie Belle mumbled.

"Yeah, well it seemed like a good idea at the time. How did you find us, and why did you try to tackle me anyway? Scootaloo replied.

"I thought you guys were taking too long, so I came looking for you. I didn't know what was going on when I found you, it looked like Big Mac was going to fall on you or something. By the way, how long are we going to be in here?"

Scootaloo would've facehoofed if her forelegs weren't pinned to the side of her head. "You know, I never thought to ask."

*******************************

Finally cleaned up, his massive orgasm out of the way, and the struggling finally subsided, all Big Mac was left with was a massive amount of weight and pressure in his rear that was starting to become very uncomfortable. It was past time to let Scootaloo out. He trotted over to the center of the clearing and lifted his tail. As he grunted and pushed it quickly became apparent that something wasn't right. No matter how hard he pushed, the weight in his backside refused to move. He was getting ready to squat down and redouble his efforts, when he heard a series of small hoofbeats galloping toward him. Quickly he lowered his tail and turned to face whoever was approaching.

Applebloom galloped into the clearing. Stopping, she looked around briefly before looking him up and down and sighing. "It happened again didn't it?"

"Eeyup."

"Have you seen Sweetie Belle?"

"Nnope."

"Well she went looking for Scootaloo. Let me guess, she's still up yer rear?"

"Eeyup."

"Can you let her out?"

"Nnope."

"Well why not!?"

"Ah think she's stuck." He replied, looking down in shame.

"Dangit, dangit, dangit!" Applebloom spat. "Well, as much as I hate to say this brother, ah'm gonna hafta help. If I can birth a calf, how hard can this be?"

Big Mac assumed the position once again, hiking his tail up and widening his back legs as he pushed. This time Applebloom stood behind him and watched as his pucker widened obscenely. As it pushed out a little more, dark red flesh giving way to the pink interior, she spotted not one, but two sets of rear hooves side by side, pushed out far enough to be visible, but refusing to budge any further.

"Well there's your problem. Applebloom muttered. "I found Sweetie Belle."

Marching up, Applebloom grabbed each of their legs, doing her best to press them together as tight as she could before giving them a firm yank. Unfortunately, all that weight combined with his awkward position caused him to fall flat on his ass, not even giving her time to scream as she was forced deep inside.

"Well, so much for that. Big Mac groaned. "Ah don't even want to imagine what Twilight's gonna say when I try to explain this one."

****************

Darkness, heat, and crushing pressure surrounded Applebloom. But...on the bright side she was still holding her best friends' hooves. On the other hoof, they had now been shoved twice as deep as they were before. Groaning, she heard Scootaloo's muffled voice in front of her. "Ow, who's touching my hoof?"

"Heh, hey girls."