So then I thought, why don't we have something obvious, like a female human and Big Macintosh in a barn?
And then I wrote it.
He was just so... hot. Was it supposed to feel this warm?
I felt the hay brush against my back as I rested somewhat uncomfortably under the hulking form that was the big red stallion. He wasn’t exactly intimidating, due to his kind-hearted nature, but I couldn’t help but feel humbled under the enormous shadow he cast, blocking the sun’s rays coming in from the open barn door. The way he looked at me, I could feel something other than his usual heartwarming kindness.
The first clue was his obvious blushing. His red fur normally would’ve made it hard to see, but I saw the lightest shade of pink appear on his cheeks, as if he was truly embarrassed to be in this position over me. I mean, I was too, but he was supposed to be the aggressor... at least, that’s what I thought.
He wasn’t old, but he wasn’t young, either. He had the appearance of someone who had “been around the block a few times,” as they say, but here, it was almost like he’d never even gotten this close to anyone before. Was he... shy?
I could see it all there. His soft-spoken attitude, the way his eyes roamed over me cautiously, almost unaware as to what he was going to find if they traveled low enough, and the nervous gulp he eked out in an attempt to speak.
“You-... You scared me.”
So, we ended up there, with his hooves gently freeing my arms from their hold, but showing no attempt to move away. Then there was his body heat. Oh god, it felt like a sauna underneath him. I didn’t dare look over his body, but I could tell he was sweating. Either from the heat of the moment or from his daily routine of working the farm, I couldn’t tell.
I couldn’t really control my breathing, but I had a feeling that Big Mac was worse off than I was. I could feel his hot breath on me, which only served to make me even more excited.
The truth is, I had been waiting for a moment like this to come along since the day I first met the big lug. I thought it would be a bit more romantic, but I knew I was never going to get a chance like this ever again, so I had to take it. I spoke softly as I sat up and brought myself closer to him, causing his face to redden even deeper as his cheeks reflected the embarrassment.
“Do you scare easily?”
At that, he gulped nervously once again. Even though I knew the answer, I just wanted to hear him say it in that thick, slow drawl of his.
“Uhh... Ee- Eenope.”
Looking him right in his bright green eyes, I could tell he was having a hard time looking at me. He could barely even speak to me with the way he was now. I had no idea he would be this nervous around girls... well, human girls.
I moved in even closer, and almost let my nose touch the tip of his snout before I spoke in a hushed whisper.
“Are you scared of me, Big Mac?”
Surprisingly, he responded earnestly, leaning closer and forcing his snout against me of his own accord.
“Ah ain’t scared of nopony.”
This was it. I had him right where I wanted him, I just had to make all the right moves. I wasn’t sure if they worked on him as well as they worked on the last guy I knew, but I had to give it a shot.
Letting out a short, somewhat sultry laugh, I moved to his side and gently blew air into his ear while using my other hand to curl through his short, and fairly messy, blonde hair. I heard a hind leg stomp the floor in excitement before I even said a word.
“I’m not a pony, Big Mac.”
He knew, obviously, but I was using it to get him to give in to my advances. Surely, he would’ve been putty in my hands by now, had it been for one small oversight.
Stallions, even shy ones, are still kind of... forceful.
I mean, he didn’t rear back, and he certainly didn’t deny me in any way, but it’s sort of like he nuzzled himself against my neck right after I spoke. The feeling of his warm fur brushing against me was nice, but I wanted to feel more than just that.
I knew Big Mac was susceptible to touching by how many times I “accidentally” tickled him while we worked, but this was different. I moved slowly, almost deliberately so, as my hand reached behind his neck and traveled along his back. He made no sound, but I could tell he enjoyed the light touch.
I brought my hand back to his head and gently caressed his ear, causing it to twitch, as I expected. What I didn’t expect, however, was the almost silent moan he let out because of it.
I couldn’t suppress a giggle, and the way he reacted soon after only made me want to laugh more. He heard me, and quickly blushed a deeper shade of red, perhaps making his cheek a darker red than the color of his own coat. Feeling the need to tease him even further, I gently let my other hand drift down his side until I could feel his soft underbelly and the same body heat from before.
Showing a hint of resistance, he spoke with broken words as he kept his eyes closed, unwilling to look me in my eyes again.
“Ah- Ah don’t want you touchin' me there.”
“Where do you want me to touch you then, Big Macintosh?”
He only shuddered as he felt my hand drift lower, and I began to grow just the slightest bit more excited when my fingers gently nudged against my prize.
It was... exactly how I dreamed it would be.
Even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel the heat emanating from it, almost enough to feel like my hand was on fire. Of course, I didn’t stop there. The slight shudder he gave from the first contact was enough for me to know that he was indeed very sensitive. I knew he wasn’t going to make any real moves on me, so I had to guide him, at least for a little while.
I continued to blow air into his ear as I watched him for any response to my fondling. I held him firmly between my fingers, trying to compare his length and width to previous partners, only failing all of them in comparison to this massive beast. As I rolled over his flared tip, I couldn’t help but remind myself of what I must be doing to him. Judging by the way he tried (and failed) to avoid whinnying, I think he was enjoying it quite a bit.
I didn’t think I could get the full enjoyment out of this unless I could see it, though, so I decided to see if he’d follow my lead from here.
“Mmn, could you lie down for me?”
“... Eeeyup.”
Aww, even his “eeyups” were hesitant and nervous. I made a note to embarrass him more often so he could be this cute for me again. Still, I was only focused on one thing and one thing only: the absolutely huge member I was faced with as soon as he found a nearby hay bale to rest on.
I thought I was wet before seeing that, but I was practically soaking after feasting my eyes on his appendage less than a few feet away. It was brown, mostly, but it had spots dotted around the fleshy length leading up to that same flared tip that I could tell I would adore if I could just feel it again.
Needless to say, I couldn’t resist getting closer. I knew I had to put on a bit of a show for him (I was sure he’d love it), so I meticulously crawled over, dragging my body along the ground and giving him quite a view of my ample breasts. I had seen him staring when we worked together, long into the night, so I was no stranger to his attention.
My body was just waiting to be ravished, and it could have been his if he played his cards right. Now, I had to make my own moves on him to see if he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
Finally, I found myself faced with Big Mac’s impressive physique. I reached up and immediately began to fondle him gently, resulting in those pleasure-filled moans I had longed to hear. Even my dreams couldn’t compare to this: having the fiery rod just inches away from my face caused me to lose all control. I just wanted him so badly, and I had to have this for myself.
Stroking him up and down, his legs made small kicking motions as he tried to deal with the torrent of pleasure my hands brought him. I guess he could never really experience this anywhere else, so I was more than happy to love him in a way that only I could.
With all this touching, I knew I had to have more. His scent was too alluring, far stronger than any kind of cologne or perfume that I had ever smelled, and I brought my face closer and closer to him in an effort to take it all in... in more ways than one.
Mac seemed to know what I was going for, and quickly placed a hoof on my shoulder, snapping me out of my reverie as he spoke.
“Are- Are y’all sure about this?”
Right then and there, I swear he was so cute I just wanted to gobble him up! But I needed a few seconds to prepare, and to relax him a bit.
“Shh, just relax. Let me do everything and you just sit there and enjoy.”
With a slight nod, he acceded to my request as I leaned in and breathed that glorious scent once more. It was so close, my tongue was lazily hanging out of my mouth in an attempt to somehow draw him even closer.
The heat must’ve gotten to me. There was no way I could have taken him under any other circumstance, but I just couldn’t delay it any more. My lips grazed his flared tip and he struggled to hold back a whinny of excitement. His reaction was just so perfect, so I managed to make that ‘O’ shape with my mouth to hold him between my lips.
I pushed forward and let my tongue slide along underneath him. So hot... I felt like fainting. I pushed for more and he twitched in my mouth. He didn’t taste like apples; that would just be ridiculous. He tasted like warm, aroused flesh, and I had no problem with that.
I was almost halfway there before it hit my throat, and I had to stop for breath from the sudden contact. There I held him and tried to breath through my nose, only releasing more warmth onto him and causing him to squirm. Oh, he was fun to tease.
Moments later, I felt the urge to get him as far in as I could manage. What could go wrong, right?
The answer was a lot. A lot could go wrong. In fact, misjudging the sheer girth of Mac’s tool as it bypassed my gag reflex and caused my throat to bulge out was exactly the kind of thing that went wrong.
As I pulled myself off of him as quickly as possible and attempted to catch my breath, coughing all the while, I could hear him... I think he was laughing.
“There’s a reason nopony tries that, ya know.”
I found it a little funny and smirked back at up at him, but inside I was feeling a bit disappointed in myself. I was hoping to get a little farther than half of his engorged member down my throat, but no such luck. I refused to let it be and brought my lips back to him, not giving him a chance to utter another word before I slipped an inch past his top and sucked. That shut him up real fast.
He may not be exactly rounded, or particularly easy to take, but the shape and heat were enough to convince me that this was the object of my desires at the moment. I dealt with what I could as I ran my tongue along him gently and decided to reach down for the hefty globes resting on the hay beneath him.
A light touch of my fingers earned me another twitch of his hardness, but as I lifted them to get a good feel, he let out a groan that echoed through the barn. I was tempted to ask if he was okay, and a quick look up at him wincing seemed to confirm my worries. I slowed my approach a bit to see if he’d calm down, but he looked back down at me and chuckled. I couldn’t help but blush, remembering the position that I was in.
“Ah kinda liked that.”
I sucked on him a bit harder before I popped off and gave him a warm smile. My fingers returned to caressing his every inch, and his trembling became more obvious as the seconds passed. Calmly, I spoke with just a hint of lust in my voice so I hoped he knew what I was getting at.
“You know what I’d like, Big Mac?”
He blushed a bit more and turned away. I couldn’t tell if he really knew or not, but I wasn’t about to look like an idiot stating the obvious if he could read the mood as well as I thought he could. I didn’t have to wait long, and I watched as he rose from the hay bale before turning and looking back at me, appearing more nervous than ever before.
“Ah never-... Ah mean, ah won’t look if you don’t want me to.”
He turned away again, his face looking flushed beyond belief as he seemed to try to give me privacy in a situation like this. My goodness, he was just too cute. I spared no time in taking off my worn jeans and small t-shirt, feeling almost completely naked before it came down to my bra and panties. Regretfully, I hadn’t picked anything special to wear that morning, but he didn’t exactly give me his full attention during my awkward scramble to get undressed fast enough.
After a few seconds, I felt mentally prepared enough to call his attention back to me, even though I still kept my legs pretty close together. I’m not a whore, after all.
“It’s okay, Big Mac. You can look.”
The bashful stallion jolted in surprise at the sound of my voice, and gulped nervously after hearing what I had said. He gave a tentative nod before slowly turning and allowing his gaze to find my naked body resting (un)comfortably against the same hay bale where he was resting not a minute earlier.
I’m not sure if this was the first time he’d ever seen me naked, thanks to a few unfortunate shower encounters, but it was certainly the first time I’d let him ogle me like he was doing so clearly at this moment. Quickly realizing what he was doing, a strong foreleg swiftly blocked his vision as he hurriedly apologized.
“Ah’m real sorry.”
“No, it’s fine, really. Here, look closer.”
My soothing tone calmed him down a bit. Well, his nervous attitude, anyway. His engorged member spoke volumes about how anxious he was. His leg lowered slightly and I parted my legs a bit so my shame was in full view for him. Even I was shocked at how wet I was, but his reaction seemed to show he was mystified by the sight before him.
Reaching down, I used my fingers to spread open my entrance and show him all that he needed to see. Needless to say, I piqued his curiosity and he began to slowly inch forward. Closer he drew before leaning his head down and coming within just a few inches of my eager sex.
He breathed on it and sniffed the scent, no doubt invading his nostrils with the strength of my desire. I almost wanted to say I didn’t mean for him to get this close, but I knew I couldn’t make a bold-faced lie like that.
With Big Mac, though, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking about. All I knew was that he had never been with a woman before, so did he even know how to... well, maybe not. The stallion near my waist moved in until his snout bumped itself against a very sensitive spot, and soon his muzzle was resting between my lower lips, poised to deliver all the pleasure that I’d hoped for.
I felt no tongue. Nothing ‘passed the border,’ so what did he do? I think he... kissed it. Almost like a gentleman would do on a first date, but with the wrong set of lips. I mean, I couldn’t really complain; it just surprised me. Then, he eased back and spoke again, looking up at me with half-closed eyes and an unsure stare.
“It-... It kinda smells a lil’ funny.”
Not exactly what I wanted to hear, but it didn’t really shock me. We had just gotten done working and I hadn’t showered yet. I thought Big Mac would be more into it, though, but I can’t say I haven’t met guys who don’t-
“It’s a good kinda smell.”
Without warning, he dove in and sniffed again, inhaling the seemingly intoxicating aroma that I gave off. His mouth was right up against me and I ended up shivering a little from the rough contact. He was exploring, which was good, but he just wasn’t quite where I needed him yet. Feeling as if it was my duty to guide him, I whispered to him.
“Try using your tongue.”
He didn’t even hesitate. In a flash, I felt it press deep into me like nothing ever had before. That long... and thick... tongue of his! Oh god, it was incredible! And he just lapped and lapped at my insides, as if trying to gather all the sweet nectar he was gorging himself on. I could barely breathe while I took those relentless, enthusiastic drives with that tongue!
I tried to speak, to say anything that would encourage him for the wonderful job he was doing, but all that came out was a whimper. Not one of pain, but one of pleasure, and I could see that Big Mac somehow sensed that. If he did, he showed no signs of stopping to acknowledge it. I wouldn’t stop him, anyway. He was just so good!
Then things got a little out of hand. I reached for his head and my fingers danced along his messy mane and that beautiful red fur of his. I felt like I was about to explode and I just... let myself go a little.
My head thrown back, I could feel my body pulse, almost endlessly, under his barrage of licking. Once he had seen my wild orgasm come to an end, he let his tongue slide out from my still-clenching walls as my body attempted to hold its composure. My thoughts went to mush in an instant, and I could just make out what he was saying through my brief euphoria.
“You alright?”
I simply nodded and looked down at him before he raised his neck up to meet me at eye level. Like this, I could tell he wasn’t intimidating. He was a big stallion, sure, but he was covered in soft fur from head to toe and full of warm feelings. I... I loved him.
My revelation became even more apparent when I unknowingly wrapped my hands around his head and brought his lips right to mine, not caring that they had just been used to pleasure me. This sensation was a whole hell of a lot more pleasing to me emotionally, that was for sure.
Big Mac’s eyes widened in surprise as his lips settled against mine, but they soon closed as he accepted me warmly and lifted his forelegs up to rest on the sides of the bale I was seated on. He pushed down to lean deeper into the kiss and putting me in a more vulnerable position, but I couldn’t help it. This is where I wanted to be.
The heat burning between our bodies was only making me more excited as his underbelly was only a few inches away from my tender skin. Without realizing it, he may have leaned a little too close as his own arousal pressed against my chest eagerly, and caused me to think about just how close we were.
Was this really going to happen? All my days drifting to thoughts of the stallion in front of me, all the wet dreams spent thinking about this very moment... it wasn’t perfect, but damn if it wasn’t close. He snapped me out of my dreamy reverie once more as he gently eased himself back and released his lips from mine. I wanted more, but right here was a deciding moment. Listening carefully, I stared into his eyes while he spoke in the most tender voice I’d ever heard him speak.
“Are you ready?”
As if he couldn’t tell from how soaking wet I was. I could’ve said something snarky, or at least reveal to him just how badly I wanted him all along and how much I’ve prepared for this single moment when I could tell him “Yes! Make sweet, sweet love to me Big Macintosh!” Sadly, real life isn’t as overly dramatic as fiction. My nervous voice betrayed my body’s needs and I whispered back.
“Uh-huh.”
He attempted to slide his throbbing member down along my body, and, while he was successful for a short while, I could tell he was finding it difficult to get himself properly positioned. I gently assisted him with my hand and aimed the tip carefully at my folds, hoping he wouldn’t miss and poke a new hole right through my waist.
When our lower halves met, however, I felt a spark. Something told me this wasn’t going to work. All my effort and my feeble attempt at seducing Big Mac so I could tell him that I love him was going to end in misery and pain... mostly pain. It was as if all my realistic fears were coming to a hilt in that one brief second.
Then it was over. Big Macintosh was inside me.
I gripped his foreleg with one hand and grabbed at his head with the other, bringing him close to my breasts as I held on as tightly as I could. It was painful, but that was just the greeting. I had a feeling he had much more to give. Judging by the way I looked down and only saw about a quarter of his length actually inside me, I knew he had so much more to give.
He may have been wide and hard to take, but boy was he gentle about it. I had never had a boyfriend as easygoing as Big Macintosh was, (and had never gotten them in bed, either) so I had no clue as to expect this kind of slow insertion.
Every few seconds, I had another inch of his hot, hard shaft inside me, and every bit of it felt as amazing as I thought it would. The pain was just as gradual, but it began to lessen as I tried to contain him. I couldn’t care what my body was telling me to do with this glorious meat, my head was shouting for more and I fully intended to give it what it wanted.
I moaned loudly, unable to hold back anymore as my body shuddered under his weight and what seemed to be the verge of another orgasm. He was driving me absolutely wild, and he hadn’t even gotten it all the way in yet! Big Mac let out a pained groan as he felt me squeeze down on his length. I wanted more and more and more!
Oh god... I was so close, but I couldn’t even open my eyes anymore as the tears streamed down my face involuntarily. I was so happy, but I was in such catastrophic amounts of pain. He said nothing, only choosing to slowly push into the tight fit as best as he could before- YES! Sweet, buttery Celestia, yes!
I looked down and I could immediately tell that it was all worth it. There was nothing left but his hips and the very base of his stallionhood; I had fit the whole thing inside me, right up to my womb! Damn, it felt goooood.
This was it. I could tell him now.
“Big Mac...”
I eked out a weak voice, not able to manage much else with his enormous tool inside me. Not moving, just being lovingly embraced by my insides as I was wracked with an orgasm too strong to hold back. I lifted his head up and saw him pant, looking like he went through just as much as I did to get it inside me. He held his gaze at me, asking with a hint of exhaustion.
“Yeah?”
His length began to slide backwards, out of me and rubbing along my hyper-sensitive walls before only the tip remained and I just had to scream out!
“Ahh! I love you!”
I had no hands to cover my mouth, but I sure wish I did. My face flushed deep red and Mac seemed to notice this... right before he thrust forward in surprise, forcing the entirety right back inside me. Right then and there, I just gave up. My body fell limp under him and my head lolled back, allowing him perfect view of my inability to think under such raw pleasure.
He was fazed, definitely, but his performance just kept on going. His pace wasn’t as agonizingly slow as before, and instead he chose a steady rhythm of getting it all the way in before sliding only a few inches out and thrusting back in. I loved it. The careful stallion eventually felt the need to speak, however, as if he was being troubled by my confession.
“Y- Ya'll love me? B- But ah’m not a-”
“I don’t care!”
My head flicked upward and I grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him into yet another passionate kiss as our tongues met. He didn’t resist anymore, and his speed even picked up a little bit, thrusting right up where I wanted him to fill me with everything he had. He was so beautiful, he was so honest, and caring, and sweet... and what a lover he was.
I’ll be honest. I wanted him to come inside me- no, I needed him to come inside me. I could feel every twitch and throb of his hard muscle and it was telling me he wanted to dump all of his creamy load right in my warm depths. I wouldn’t stop him, and I wouldn’t let him stop it, either.
Our kiss broke and he grunted once more before giving me a final verbal warning.
“Ah- Ah’m gonna blow! Should ah take it out?”
“No! Come inside me! Do it!”
He seemed to be okay with my clear demand for him to release inside, and began to thrust harder, hitting as deep as possible and as fast as he could. Our exhausting pants could be heard loud and clear as our breaths met each other's faces without a care in the world.
I didn't have to wait any longer. My final orgasm brought forth a torrent of fluid that gushed over his length as I held him tightly against me. He couldn't keep me waiting, and I got my reward just seconds later.
A final thrust pushed him over the edge and I felt his member spurt load after load of sticky cum, coating my insides and making me feel that amazing heat that I so longed for each and every night previous to this one. It just kept going and my entire body shook with the sheer force of his finish. His seed leaked rather unceremoniously down my legs but I could care less. I'd ask him to bathe me in it if I weren't so tired out at the time.
Finally, after what seemed like half a minute of my squirming on his shaft and him unable to move outside of twisting his head with each groan, he slid himself out and all the fluid came pouring out. I'd say it was embarrassing, but feeling it oozing out of me like that was just great. My brain might not have been thinking too clearly after I had just been fucked by the biggest thing I'd ever seen in my life, after all!
Nonetheless, he was still so sweet. He lifted his head up from its resting place on my neck and looked me straight in the eye, and with the most caring smile, he spoke yet again.
"How long?"
I was confused by his question for a brief moment, but I could tell he knew more than he led on. He always was smarter than he looked. He wanted to know just how long I had been waiting for this moment, and I only hesitated for about a second before I could catch enough breath to respond.
"Since I met you, actually."
His forelegs reared up and rested themselves back on flat ground, unneeded now that he didn't have to stand over me. I was afraid that he was going to walk away when he turned for a brief second, but instead he let out that hearty chuckle I adored so much.
"Ah kinda had a thing for ya, mahself."
I wrapped my arms around the stallion's neck and hugged him close. His soft fur just felt so welcoming, and I never wanted to let this embrace go. When I looked outside, the sun was already on its way down. I closed my eyes as the fleeting rays of light washed my face with warmth and I lay there, quietly.
I lay there with my big, red love.
Author's Note
So that’s it. I thought we could use some girl on stallion stuff, so I wrote something. Simple as that. If I can't write something over-the-top and crazy, I might as well write something somewhat tender and easy.
