The Nightmare Potion

Second Close Call

Big Mac was glad it was Sunday. It was by far his lightest work day and he needed it after the incident yesterday. At least three times a year Derpy would crash while delivering the post and total the mailbox and part of the fence. But today he just had to get a few crates of apples out for Applejack to sell in Ponyville and then he had the rest of the day to himself.

Big Mac wandered off into the orchard to find a shady spot to sit and read. He had hardly progressed two pages after finding a spot when he heard a familiar voice, “Well I have to say, I was hoping to see you today.” Big Mac looked up to see Zecora smiling at him.

“Zecora!” he said getting up. They gave each other a hug, “What are you doing here?”

“I’d like to be sure my potions qualities are at their best, and I had a new potion I had to test. Twilight with her scientific eye, volunteered to give it a try.”

“What does it do?”

“It was meant to help ponies with disturbing dreams cope, but for its success I don’t hold out much hope. It may be my worst potion yet, for it seems to have the opposite effect.”

“Well that’s too bad.” Big Mac didn’t really know what to say to that.

“If it fails I’ll let it be, now I’m off to the market, care to join me?”

Big Mac was hoping she’d ask something like that, “Eeyup.”

Zecora and Big Mac spent the better part of the afternoon wandering around the farmer’s market in Ponyville town square. Zecora only had to get a few things but they spent so much time talking that progress was slow, not that they would have cared if they noticed. Zecora told Big Mac about life in the Everfree Forest and some about mixing potions. She also repeated the questions about the farm and his family she had asked earlier, but this time Big Mac gave clear answers not that his mind wasn’t occupied by his shoulder and perceived infidelity.

In the small amount of time they spent listening to the word on the street, everyone was chatting about Shining Armor being in town. They didn’t really pay it much mind, Big Mac had only heard about him second-hand from Applejack and Zecora didn’t know anything about him at all. Despite all of their wandering they didn’t bump into Applejack or any of her friends. Just as well, Big Mac thought it might be awkward if he and Zecora were seen together.

As they headed back to the farm a few hours before sunset, Zecora seemed to have something on her mind. “Before I head back home, is their someplace we could be alone?” Big Mac had a guess about what she wanted to do, but he was fine with it. He led Zecora to the barn and up to the hay loft. He moved a few stacked bails out of the way to reveal the area they were blocking off. Big Mac had a space out of sight with some blankets that could act as a spare bed.

“I made this for when Applejack or Apple Bloom get a bur under their saddle and won’t stop pestering me,” explained Big Mac. “When I was younger I, uh, had a few fillies ask to join me…” He wasn’t sure how Zecora would react to that but she didn’t seem to mind.

The two of them lay down and snuggled up to one another. The barn trapped the heat fairly well so it was plenty warm lying in the hay. Things started progressing much like they did the first time: snuggling lead to kissing, which led to tonguing, which lead to feeling and the removal of clothes. Before he knew it, Big Mac was about to pull off his boxers when Zecora spoke up with some hesitation in her voice. “Big Mac, if it’s alright to ask, could you do it in my ass?”

Big Mac looked at her for a second, “Alright, but why?”

Zecora thought for a moment, “When I told you about my failed brew, what I said was partially true. While for its purpose it’s not the best, it seems to show the desires of the flesh.”

“So what’s the connection?”

“I had a vision that first night, that you took me with all your might. Based on what happened in my dream, I’d like anal it would seem.”

Big Mac thought the idea was more than a little tenuous, but he wasn’t about to let Zecora down. Zecora rolled onto her belly and spread her ass. Big Mac could tell she was already getting worked up; her pussy glistened in the fading light. Rather than take her right then and there, Big Mac gave her anus a playful lick. Zecora shivered and gasped. Big Mac ran his tongue all around her tight hole trying to get her to relax and lube her up. It was painfully obvious that Zecora had never done this before; she reacted a lot to everything he did. Big Mac finished off by pressing his tongue against the center of her anus to try and spread her some but she didn’t make it easy for him. He began to have second thoughts if this was going to work.

Zecora panted and rolled onto her side as Big Mac finished getting undressed. He slid down beside her as she raised her top leg. “I know it’s going to be tight, but if you’re wet with my juices it should be alright.” Big Mac figured it was better than nothing so he took is cock and began to run it along her wet pussy. Zecora was almost dripping now; the anticipation must have been killing her. One he had a thick coating of her cunny-honey on his cock he slid it back between her firm but cheeks to her anus, both of them gasping when the tender flesh met. Using his hand to steady himself, he began to slowly but firmly push himself in. After what seemed like an age, his head finally slipped in Zecora gasping as it did.

Zecora’s ass was the tightest hole he had ever fucked; it felt like it was about ready to pinch his cock off. Big Mac grabbed Zecora’s thigh to get some better leverage and started to slide further in. Zecora winced in a mixture of pleasure and what was surly more than a little pain. She reached one arm out to support her and the other slipped down between her spread legs to rub her neglected pussy.

Eventually Zecora began to loosen up and Big Mac began to pump into her faster. Big Mac talked through his teeth, “Zecora…I’m…gonna’…” On his final thrust he kept pushing in going deeper and deeper. Zecora screamed and contorted as she came. Her twisting sealed it and forced Big Mac to shoot his spunk deep inside her ass. Zecora collapsed onto the blanket and leaned back against him exhausted. Big Mac took a few deep breaths before hugging her and asking, “As good as your dream?”

Zecora smiled, “As rough as this first time might have been, I would be fine to try it again.”

The relaxed in each other’s arms until the sun went down. Big Mac was concerned about Zecora heading back into the Everfree forest at night, but she insisted she would be fine. Big Mac watched her walk off into the darkness before heading back to the house. After getting there he realized that maybe going with Zecora would have been the better option. Apple Bloom was up on her soapbox about Diamond Tiara. Big Mac had never had problems with classmates when he was in school, so why couldn’t Apple Bloom find a way deal with it? To make matters worse, he had got home late enough that Applejack and Granny Smith were practically done eating, so he was the lone audience member to Apple Bloom’s rant. In a gesture of sympathy he offered to do her dishes so she could go unwind, but in honesty it was so he could get some quiet.

While Big Mac was enjoying the silence, Applejack came into the room and pulled a glass out of the cabinet. She then went over to a large jar that Big Mac hadn’t even noticed yet. Applejack filled the glass with some of the burgundy contents of the jar before turning to him. “Hey Big Mac, Twilight is doing an experiment and I was wondering if you could help out.”

“Is that the potion Zecora made?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

Big Mac paused for a second before answering. He hadn’t told Applejack, or anyone for that matter, about him and Zecora. Big Mac’s mind raced to find a quick, believable answer. “I saw her today and she told me about it,” and he quickly went back to what he was doing.

“So would you be willing to give it a go?”

“Eeyup.” Big Mac didn’t want to bother with washing another glass and just drank the rest of the potion from the jar. Big Mac could tell that Applejack wasn’t quite sure about what the potion was going to do, but Big Mac had the idea that if Zecora was willing to try it, it couldn’t be that bad. The potion didn’t taste all that great; Big Mac was beginning to suspect that there were no potions that went down good.

Big Mac still had a bit left to do in the kitchen. The timing seemed to work out just fine because he could hear his sisters bickering upstairs after Applejack left. By the time he had finished everyone else had already gone to bed seemingly out of frustration. Big Mac quickly cleaned up and got to bed, lest he incur his sisters wrath. Big Mac found his imagination taking him back to his day with Zecora, the pleasant times happily putting him to sleep.

***

Big Mac opened his eyes to find himself sitting in a chair. A single lamp hung overhead and he was in the center of its circle of light. He started to look around to see if he could recognize his surroundings, but as he did he noticed he was naked. Embarrassed and confused to say the least, he stood up to find something to cover himself with. Or rather he would if he wasn’t tied to the chair.

Now things were starting to get a little scary. His ankles were tied to the two front legs of the chair while his forearms were tied together behind the backrest. Big Mac struggled but quickly realized his attempts were useless. About the best he could have done was tipping himself over onto the floor.

“Oh good, you’re up.” Cheerilee walked up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders. “It’s nice to see you again Big Mac.” She started walking around to his front, showing him that she was naked as well.

“Cheerilee! What’s happening!?”

“I need your help with something,” Big Mac knew where this was going. “And you’re just the colt for the job.” She got down on her knees in front of him.

“Cheerilee stop! I’m not comfortable with this!”

“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine,” reassured Cheerilee. She lifted his cock up a bit and ran her tongue in circles over the head to start getting him hard.

Big Mac tensed and wiggled in his bindings. “Did you drink some of that bad potion again?” he grunted though his teeth.

Cheerilee stopped and looked into his eyes, “No. This is for something else.” Big Mac was now fully erect and Cheerilee started to explore it’s length. She prodded and ran her tongue along every detail and crease she could find; taking note of what made him flinch the most. “Isn’t it amazing how some colts react to different things than others?” she asked. She slid the tip of her tongue around the ring in his shaft as well as where the shaft met the head. Next she flicked and prodded the opening of his cock, an experience new to Big Mac. Last was licking the base while fondling his balls in her hand.

All Big Mac could do was wait for it to be over. He couldn’t break his bonds and they didn’t loosen all his struggling. “Just make me come and be done with it!” he thought.

Cheerilee stopped her teasing and ran two of her fingers over the head of his cock as she stood up. “A good amount of pre already,” she said as she watched Big Mac’s fluids form a drip on her hand as she held it up. “That will help lube things up,” and she took and rubbed his juices between her legs as she started to straddle him. She reached down between them and gently held his cock upright. She looked him right in the eyes and asked in a completely straight voice, “Are you ready?”

Big Mac knew he couldn’t change anything. “Just get it over with.”

“Alright. At least try to enjoy it,” she said as she sat down. He slid inside her pussy fairly easily. Cheerilee was able to take him down to the middle of his cock where his ring was and started to bounce on him. Big Mac wasn’t really into it. It felt good, but Cheerilee’s affection was so one-sided. At least with all of the other mares he had felt some spark, but it was missing this time.

Cheerilee on the other hand was having a good time. She moaned and gasped and she rode him; her breasts bouncing between her arms which she had on his shoulders for support. Eventually he could feel her pussy start to tighten down on him. She leaned forward and put her arms around the back of his neck and hugged him. “Big Mac, please come for me,” she begged in his ear. If it was going to get her to untie him, he would do it. Big Mac tried to concentrate on the building sensation and he could feel his climax start to rise. Cheerilee went back to her previous position and started moving faster.

Finally, neither of them could take anymore. Cheerilee slammed down on him, his ring grinding against her clit into her and another inch of him slid into her. Then, instead of letting him come inside her, she lifted all the way up off of him. The sensation of sliding out of Cheerilee and the cool air on his wet cock sent Big Mac over the edge. Big Mac’s cock sent four gushes of thick spunk arching through the air while Cheerilee stood screaming over him; her pussy raining down cunny-honey onto his cock as she came.

Within seconds Big Mac was back to his senses. “Can I please go now?” He had had more than enough of this.

“Just a moment,” said Cheerilee and she took a few steps over to the edge of the lamp’s illumination. She reached out and grabbed something.

“And that concludes our demonstration on the male reproductive system,” she said as she pulled open the blinds, lighting up the school house. The classroom was packed full of students at their desks. “Any questions?” asked Cheerilee. Every filly in the class raised their hand.

Big Mac felt his heart stop from shock, and not start up again.

***

Big Mac opened his eyes. The second he realized he was lying in bed he sighed in relief. Zecora wasn’t fooling about the potion causing bad dreams. From out in the hallway he could hear his sisters talking. He couldn’t really make out what they were going on about, but he guessed it was about the potion.

Big Mac started thinking to himself if it meant anything. Zecora told him it showed users their desires but he couldn’t make any connections. The part about being tied up reminded him of the nightmare where he was pinned down by all those mares, but that had been the worst dream he ever had.

Big Mac lay back down to go back to sleep. He could still hear his sister in the hallway. Whatever their dreams were, they must have been worse than his. Despite everything, Big Mac felt fairly relaxed. He may have just had a nightmare, but this time it didn’t seem to mean anything.