Good for the Eyes
The torrential rain refused to let up as night drew closer; a late scheduled storm had been called in for the evening. Carrot Top looked sadly out at her crops, a fresh field of new carrot crops that were now suffering in the downpour outside.
“My beautiful carrots…and I don’t get another seed delivery until next week; how am I going to make up for this if this rain ruins them all?”
She grunted in frustration, stamping her hoof as craned her neck in the window, to see how the rest of the neighborhood was fairing. Her eye immediately caught sight of Sweet Apple Acres nearby. The Apples had apparently had the resources, and foresight to use a large quantity of rope and tents to hold their trees in place, and prevent damage to their crop.
“Hmph. I’ve been their neighbor for years and they didn’t even offer me a warning about this storm they apparently were prepared for. I give them several bunches of carrots every year, no charge, and they don’t see fit to even pay me a kindness and save my business? Well, we’ll see if I’ll be giving them any deals any time soon…”
Carrot sighed, and moved to put on her raincoat and galoshes.
“Well, I’m not just going to sit here and take this from life! I’m going to grab it by the horns, and say neigh! My business will not be destroyed by ridiculous weather and incompetent pegasi!” After placing a goldenrod-colored rain hat over her hair, and donning her coat and boots, she trotted out the door, the wind practically blowing her back inside as she opened the door.
“Eek! It’s even worse than it looks out there!” Her face turning stony and serious, she braced herself for the weather and moved out the door, past the steps and out to the gardens.
“Alright now, Carrot…you’ve handled worse before…remember the bit with the Wendigoes conjured by that amateur unicorn student a few years back? Taught me to background check the help…but this is nothing compared to that…right?” She gulped.
Before her was a nightmare of a gardening emergency. The storm had uprooted several rows of carrots, and the earth was flooded to knee-high levels. In addition, a couple trees had somehow fallen without her knowledge, and smashed down onto her gardening equipment. Her plow was dented and broken, and her fertilizer was bent clean in the middle.
“Just…just remember Carrot. What was it that Grandpa Carotene used to say? ‘Carrots help keep your eyes nice and strong, and we Tops are the tops at seeing if anything’s wrong.’ She frowned. “I’m…not sure how that’s supposed to help me here. I can clearly see the problem…but…”
Carrot squinted her eyes, and scanned around for anything she could use to her advantage, and finally spotted it.
“A-ha! Carrot dashed through the storm over to a large tarp that had been hiding underneath the now damaged and “relocated” farming equipment, gripping it in her mouth and pulling it back with her. She placed it over parts of the yet-undamaged carrot patches, and pressed a hoof in to hold it down.
“Ok! Fantastic! Now I just need some stakes…” She squinted again, noticing that some of the damaged farm equipment and trees had left wooden shrapnel lying around.
“Perfect! I just need to be careful, and…” She gripped a piece of shrapnel in her mouth, and tried to move it around gingerly with her teeth, to position it to where it was pointing at the tarp. She placed it, and in one swift movement slammed it down with her hoof, successfully pinning one part of the tarp to the earth.
“Yes! Score one for you, Carrot! Now we just have to do a few more of those and we’ve at least saved part of the garden!” With renewed vigor, she placed her makeshift stakes into the other corners of the tarp, and did her best to secure them against the weather.
“I’m not sure if those will actually hold, but I’ve got other things to worry about he-…”
*CRASH*
As if on cue, an enormous tree crashed down into her garden and nearly collided with her, tearing through her fresh handiwork and opening multiple soil patches that were almost immediately filled with rain.
Carrot groaned, and roared defiantly at the sky above. “Do you know who I am, world? I am Carrot Top, owner of the Golden Harvest ranch, and heir to the greatest empire in all of Equestria!” Carrot started cackling madly as she stood in protest against the storm, her body soaked to the bone, her rain gear billowing in the winds and providing no protection at all.
“You think flooding my fields is going to dampen my spirits? You’re in for a rude awakening, nature. Celestia, Luna, whoever as my witness, I will replant these fields! And those crops will laugh in the face of all danger, as they become the greatest, most delicious carrots to ever be grow-…EEK!”
Carrot’s tirade ceased as she noticed another flying tree heading right for her, and, unable to move in time, she ducked, waiting for an impact that never came. As she looked up, she noticed a figure standing before her, looking heroic and powerful amidst the storm, a splintered tree behind their readied hooves.
“Ah think y’all best be moving inside. This ain’t any regular ‘ol storm. Eenope.” Big Macintosh Apple looked somber, complete focus on his face as he stared at Carrot Top, who simply gaped at the powerful stallion, before regaining her composure.
“I didn’t need any help, Macintosh. I’m a mare that is quite capable of handling herself, and as you can see, I already had a handle on the miserable situation out here. “ She gestured at the now-ruined tarp.
“See, absolutely nothing to worry about, why I-…” She ducked as Big Mac swung his hooves around again to kick an incoming tree, that also splintered uselessly, having already rotted a bit.
“Miss Top, all due respect to yer ability to manage yer own farm and all, but like ah said, this ain’t your usual storm. Now can’t we talk about this inside or somethin’? He frowned.
Carrot Top huffed, gazing around at all the devastation. “Fine! Come inside, if you’re going to insist on saving me from flying trees, but I’m not done giving you a piece of my mind, Macintosh, remember that.”
“Eeyup.” Big Mac simply nodded, and hurried inside Carrot’s shack, along with the mare herself. The pair of them made to immediately barricade the doors and windows with furniture and other knickknacks around the house.
“Ah think we better stay here…if’n y’all don’t mind me squattin’ here while the storm’s goin on. It seems to be gettin’ a might more dangerous, but when I heard y’all shoutin’ and hollerin’ at the moon like a madmare, I knew y’all needed my help.
Carrot frowned at the words, and blushed momentarily before regaining her composure. “Hah! I assure you, Macintosh, that I was in full control! Somehow, it seem the situation got the better of me though, and I still insist that your help was not necessary.”
Big Mac just stared, dumbstruck.
“Honestly! What I don’t understand, is that you Apples are all prepared for an event like this, and yet you don’t see fit to offer any help to your neighbor? I’ve given you carrots for years!”
“Ah see. That must be what all the posturin’ is about, eeyup.” Big Mac nodded sagely. “Well see, Miss Top, we actually had all the tree supports up already for the family reunion happening this coming weekend. Y’all know how ridiculous it gets around there with so many of us Apples around that farm? We knew about as much about the storm as y’all did, but we just happened to be accidentally prepared. Ah was gonna come over and make sure y’all was alright beforehand, but Granny Smith got all riled up and wanted to call out the troops on the pegasi that whipped up the storm, so I had to make sure she didn’t get hurt first, I hope y’all understand.”
Carrot blanched, and fell back on her haunches. Well…I…I assumed that we were back to feuding or something. You know how our families were back in the day. I’m sorry, it was silly of me to make so many ridiculous assumptions, but as the only one who runs the farm, I get under a lot of stress. I apologize. And yes, you may stay here tonight, since it would be downright evil of me to make you go back outside in that.” She smiled warmly at Big Mac for the first time that night. “Once again, I apologize for all of that mess earlier, it’s downright embarrassing to think about, now.” She blushed.
“Thank ya kindly, and it’s alright. We all do silly things under pressure, y’know?” He returned the friendly smile, now back on his own haunches and relaxing as the storm raged on outside.
“Would you like something to drink? I just realized I haven’t offered anything. All I really have is, well, carrot juice; its oddly fitting I suppose, but I might be needing a change, I think.”
“That sounds lovely, ah’d love some carrot juice, that sounds great right about now. And ah’ll see what I can do about bringing you a few kegs of our next batch of cider. How’s that sound?” He smiled at her.
“That sounds great! I can’t ever get enough of the cider, a bit like everypony else in town. But to be offered a personal stash! My Celestia!” She grinned widely, and quickly stood up and moved to her kitchen to grab a couple glasses of juice.
Carrot shed her rain clothes as she moved, and Big Mac couldn’t help but find his eyes drawn to the mare as she moved away, watching her soaking flank rock into the kitchen. He quickly shook this off, and accepted a glass as Carrot came back into the room.
The pair of them weathered the storm chatting and sipping carrot juice for the rest of the night, eventually falling asleep inadvertently upon one another.
THE NEXT DAY
Big Mac and Carrot Top awoke to a knock at the door, and Carrot groggily moved over to open it, Big Mac assisting her in moving their barricades. She watched him work, hefting entire dressers with just his forehooves.
“Wow, he’s such a strong stallion. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone quite as strong as he. He’s such a kind stallion too, I can’t believe I berated him so much last night. Nasty, nasty Carrot Top…” Carrot thought to herself. She smiled, and opened the door, and had to dodge out of the way as a hoof came swinging by her face.
“Whoa, nelly! Sorry Carrot, Ah thought Ah saw Big Mac come in here last night and Ah was wonderin’ if maybe y’all could tell me where he’s gone…to…” Applejack’s jaw fell slack as Big Mac sauntered up to Carrot Top’s side.
“Mornin’, AJ! Ah was just keepin’ Carrot company last night, she had a bit of trouble with the storm, an’ ah could be of some help to ‘er!”
Carrot nodded. “Yes, I got a bit crazy about my gardening, and Big Mac knocked some sense into me. He’s really great company, I can’t believe I haven’t spent any time with him before.”
Applejack’s mind was still putting two-and-two together, until finally the signals fired. “What in tarnation are y’all still doin’ here?” She pointed an accusatory hoof at Big Mac. “Assistance. Hah. Ah bet ah know what kind of assistin’ y’all was doin’. Shame on you, Big Macintosh, I thought y’all knew better! Y’all better be glad I asked Rarity to pick up some seeds for me today, she’d be here too, and ah’m sure there wouldn’t be an end to this!”
Carrot Top blushed, her yellow coat turning a bright orange as Applejack’s implications hit her. Big Mac came to the defense.
“Now look here, AJ! We just had some friendly conversation, and spent the night together because, if’n y’all hadn’t noticed, there was a terrible storm last night. Ah don’t rightly know how it ended up that way, but it’s because of that situation that Carrot and I stayed here last night. Y’all can keep your filthy accusations ta yerself.” Big Mac huffed, and Applejack visibly deflated under the weight of Big Mac’s subsequent glare.
“Ah…ah’m sorry Mac…and Carrot; Ah guess I got a little overprotective of my big brother there. I didn’t mean ta imply nothin’ about y’all’s character.” Applejack dug at the ground with a hoof to escape the weight of awkwardness hanging over the carrot farm.
They all turned their attention, for lack of something to focus on, to Carrot’s ruined farmyard. Trees, uprooted carrots, flooded soil left the fields and plots in ruin.
“Well this is quite a mess y’all’ve got here; Ah’d be glad to help ya in any way ah can, Carrot, to make up for my behavior earl-…”
“Applejack! You’ll never believe who I saw together in the market today! It was Lyra and-…” Rarity skidded to a halt in front of Carrot Top’s door, her eyes locked on Carrot and Big Mac, her mind already turning the gears in the direction both of them hoped against.
“Oh my! How long have the two of you been an item? I must say, Miss Top, you’re a very lovely mare, and I might’ve heard Big Macintosh mention you once or twice in passing, for something or other, but to imagine the two of you together? Well I must say, you’ve landed quite a catch, Miss Top. Unless of course, this is a one-time endeavor? That would be mildly disappointing, there’s far less to write home about!”
“Now look, Miss Rarity…” Big Mac spoke up. “Carrot and I just had to bunk together last night on account of the storm. With all due respect, y’all shouldn’t go makin’ assumptions about what you don’t know the full truth of. Carrot Top smiled at this, looking at Big Mac, before turning to the other pair.
Carrot nodded. “Absolutely. Macintosh and I just got to know one another. Friends, acquaintances…you know, that sort of thing!”
Rarity beamed. “Oh my! So delightfully modest about it! I know there was quite a storm last night, but I can see the looks on your faces, and that smile she gave you. And she called you Macintosh. Are you shortening eachother’s names now?” Rarity srunched up her face in excitement, scarcely able to hold it in, before dashing off without a word.
Applejack gave chase, “Ah don’t like that look she had. Y’all know how she likes to gossip…” .
Big Mac and Carrot were left standing in her doorway, and blushed at one another, moving to clean up the mess in her yard.
As the hours went on, the pair of them silently worked to clean up the lawn, trying to avoid bringing up the awkward events of the morning. Carrot occasionally assisting Big Mac in heavy lifting, and often offhandedly shooting him a blushing smile.
“He’s just so helpful. Why is it I never spoke to him before?” she thought.
Big Mac occasionally noticed these, and would turn, if possible, a deeper shade of red, especially when he also considered the “scandal” that was now surrounding the pair of them.
Scores of ponies had already come by upon hearing about their “pairing” from Rarity, passing their approvals or judgments as they saw fit.
“So the farm pony ended up with another farm pony. Are they going to live in that mess of a yard? With that wreck of a house? Scratches everywhere! Seems so fitting…”
“Here I thought Big Macintosh was going to meet a nice girl in the Apple business. Such a shame, really. Carrots…detestable…”
“Um…I…I’m really happy…for you both. If that’s OK with you…”
At the end of the day, Big Mac and Carrot, tuckered out from the day’s cleaning, and having successfully removed all the muck and debris from Carrot’s lawn, and sent an angry letter to the weather factory, went to their separate homes.
Later, Applejack and Big Mac talked about the day’s events.
“Y’know, Mac, I don’t want to sound contrary to what I said earlier, but she honestly did look like she enjoyed your company, and I don’t mean in just a friendly sort of way. An’ I coulda sworn y’all was sneakin’ looks at her rear. Pretty sneaky there, Mac.
Big Mac blushed. “Ah don’t know what yer talkin’ about, AJ. We’re just friends is all.”
“Hah! Well, why don’t y’all and yer “just friend” go to the big Ponyville dance on Friday? Ah’m sure she’d be willing to go with ya. An’ I think, in light of today’s events, y’all could use somethin’ like a couple’s dance to diffuse som’a the rumors. Except for a few of ‘em. Amazing how fast things like “Big Mac’s big red secret” spread around town. Ya know what kinda things ponies are sayin’? It’s just plain wrong, eeyup.”
Big Mac chuckled at her imitation. “Alright. Ah did enjoy the time ah spent with her, and under the table, she is a very pretty mare; ah’m just not sure if ah want to…y’know, go through with it an’ all. And a “couples dance” coming up so soon after all these rumors started spreading? Don’t that seem mighty convenient?”
“Eeeyup!” Applejack quipped again. “There’s a reason fer that, Mac. Y’all know who’s holdin; the dance?”
“Uhh…”
“One guess, she’s prissy, whiny, and looks an awful lot like a marshmallow.” Applejack burst into laughter.
“Eeeyup, that’d explain that then.” Big Mac’s face soured. “Ah guess I’ll go ask Carrot tomorrow.”
THE NEXT DAY
“Couples dance? This seems awfully convenient.” Carrot Top stared suspiciously down at a flyer she had been handed haphazardly by a passerby in the market earlier in the day.
“This all seems like some kind of setup. Well, I did enjoy my time with Big Mac, and I’d love to see him again, I’m just not sure…then again, I doubt he’ll even ask me. I’m sure he wants to forget the whole situation and get back to being neighbors again. It’s a shame, it was great talking to somepony for once; it’s very lonely on this ranch, and aside from being an attractive stallion, he’s such a good listener.” Carrot sighed, and then caught herself.
“Look at you! Braying like a schoolfilly over a stallion who just helped you put all your things back together. And now you’re acting like he’s going to come over in a suit and ask to take you to a-…”
Suddenly Carrot’s keen eyes caught a figure approaching her ranch from a distance, a big, red and black figure.
“Well I’ll be a changeling’s aunt. He’s coming to ask me!” She squealed in delight. “Wait! Get a hold of yourself, girl! You’re a grown mare, and you can’t just give yourself over so easily! You’re supposed to be friends and neighbors! You’ve got to play it cool…” A knock came at the door. Carrot reached for carrot, and readied herself, opening the door.
Big Mac stared, as Carrot stood in the doorway, propped up on her hind legs against the side of the door, looking at him as if bored, half-munching a carrot. “Eh…what’s up Mac?”
Big Mac was dumbfounded. “Ah…ah was just comin’ to ask if y’all knew about that dance that’s being held tomorrow evening. Ah was wonderin’ if, in spite of all the goin’s-on lately, y’all might want to go with me?”
Big Mac smiled, and held out a single rose.
“I don’t know…I might be busy that evening. Living alone on a carrot farm is such busy business, and I have so many other places to be and people to see. I don’t think I’d have time to actually hit the town and go to a dance..far too much sitting around here and watering crops to do, you see.”
Big Mac still looked confused.
Carrot Top burst into laughter, her orange mane shaking wildly as she giggled. “Of course I’ll go with you, Macintosh; this sounds like fun! What to wear, though…” She turned around and grinned.
She trotted away, waggling her flank as she did so. “There’s just so many fitting choices…I’m in a bit of a tight bind here…”
She giggled again, as Big Mac tried to avert his eyes, feeling himself getting hotter in his suit, his face reddening again.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Macintosh!” Carrot giggled, and moved to her room to begin working on an outfit.
THE NEXT DAY
The doorbell to the Golden Harvest Ranch rang, and the door opened. Big Mac stared plainly at an empty doorway, as if the door had just opened on its own.
“Uh…hello? Miss Top? Anypony there?” Big Mac stepped gingerly over the threshold, as a call came from further in the house;
“Oh! Macintosh! Just a minute, I’m getting ready…” Carrot Top called from her room.
Big Mac stood in her living room, the same where they had bonded the other night, and shuffled uncomfortably as he waited, once again wearing his jet black suit that fit him extremely well.
After ten or so minutes, a trot could be heard in the house, and soon a figure stood before Big Mac.
Carrot Top stood before him, in a full pink and black gown, with carrot emblems and various flowers of pink and red covering the dress itself. Her mane styled and pulled up into a neat, compact design that accentuated curls, rather than hanging behind her. She also appeared to have netted stockings to accompany the ensemble, which gave her a more classic look.
“Do you like it?” She smiled at him. Big Mac grinned, and nodded. “Eeyup!” he said simply. Together they walked from Carrot’s ranch to the Ponyyville Town Hall, where Rarity’s “Ponyville Couples Ball” was being held.
Big Mac couldn’t keep his eyes off of Carrot Top as they walked, his eyes drawn to how the dress accentuated her features. He spent so much time trying to focus his mind off of Carrot Top’s body that he hadn’t realized they arrived at the ball. Together they moved into the hall and were immediately greeted by a bevvy of faces.
“Oh! Hi! I baked the two of you a “Best new couples” award cake! I don’t think there’s any kind of award ceremony, but I wanted to give you this anyway, because if there was, I think you’d win. Just sayin’.” Pinkie Pie beamed at them.
“Oh, darlings! I’m so very glad you could make it! Everypony has been so anxious to see you!” Rarity smiled at them, and gestured to an enormous group of ponies, who all seemed completely fascinated by Big Mac and Carrot’s being there, especially together.
“So you’re still together? Two days! It might last after all…”
“So have you…done it anymore? Can I have pictures?” Carrot resisted a strong urge to buck the owner of that comment straight in the teeth.
“Um…I think you look lovely, Carrot Top…” Carrot actively moved to hug Fluttershy, thanking her for a kind word, rather than slander at this point.
As the night went on, the pair of them began to be swamped with more and more ponies asking mundane questions.
“So is it true your name is Carrot Top? Does the carrot match the top, so to speak?”
“Is your name really the only thing that’s big here, Mac?
“What’s a carrot?”
“Are you really an evil harvest witch?”
“Gah! We can’t even dance with all these ponies around! Where’s the exit?”
“Ah don’t know! Ah’ve been lost for an hour or so, just holding on to ya fer safety; so many ponies is makin’ me uncomfortable!”
“I’ll find us a way out…just gotta remember Grandpa’s words…” Carrot squinted her eyes and honed in for the exit, and found a small fire exit between two wallflower ponies, a couple that apparently was too afraid to dance, even with one another.
“There!” Carrot Top pointed at the exit, and she and Big Mac shuffled out without notice, even beneath Rarity’s nose, as she herself had gotten caught up in conversation with Fancy Pants, who was visiting Ponyville again for a business trip.
The pair of them made their way back to Golden Harvest Ranch, and snuck inside, once again barricading the door in the same way they had done during the storm.
“Whew! We can just have a nice evening here, away from all the crowds and nosy ponies…”
“Eeyup.” Big Mac nodded.
“You know Mac, I really appreciate that we have similar tastes, it’s nice to meet somepony else that just likes quiet places to talk. We should’ve guessed the dance would’ve turned out that way. Oh well! Thanks for taking me…I had a nice time.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“Eeyup.” He nodded. “Uh…did you say earlier that your grandpappy’s words helped you find us a way out of there?”
“Oh yes! My grandpa Carotene always had the best solutions for things, and taught us Tops how to use our eyes to find just about anything. Carrots are great for your eyes, you see, and he loved to remind us about that. I don’t know where I’d be without his advice.”
Big Mac couldn’t help but smile. “Ah mean, ah don’t know where ah’d be without Granny Smith; even though AJ an’ ah do all the work, Granny kinda holds the family together, and family’s important, y’know?”
Carrot Top nodded, and felt a warm sensation in her chest. “If you’ll excuse me, Macintosh, I think I need to go change into something else really quickly, this dress is a bit stifling…”
Big Mac nodded, and Carrot Top left. Mac noticed her waggle her flank again as she left, and suddenly felt himself getting hotter again, and his suit suddenly felt a lot tighter than before. He shuffled uncomfortably, trying to avoid discomfort without just stripping in the middle of Carrot’s house.
Finally, he decided to just slip off the suit, but panicked as he heard trotting, and saw Carrot enter the room. She was now completely bare, save for the netted stockings still covering her legs, and she had apparently applied orange lipstick. Her Cutie Mark seemed to be glowing.
“Y’know…ah…ah think yer right. Carrots do wonders for your eyes!”
“Need a little help there, Macintosh?” She smirked at him, and moved to help him remove the rest of the suit.
Big Mac gulped, and tensed up as he stared at Carrot’s figure, whose curves were being accentuated by the stockings, and she seemed to be bobbing her flank more overtly.
Suddenly Carrot moved in and kissed him, her lips locking with his and taking him by surprise. Big Mac welcomed the kiss, and pushed back, tasting her lips as they locked. Carrot-flavored. They broke the kiss for a moment.
“Ee…eeyup!” Big Mac grinned and he and Carrot locked lips again, their hooves wrestling as Carrot found her way on top of him.
“And that’s why I’m called Carrot Top.” That and…”
Suddenly she felt something push up against her thigh.
“Oh my; and that must be why you’re callined Big Mac. It’s…enormous!” She grinned, staring down at the enormous member as it finally made itself known.
“Uh…eeyup!” Big Mac grinned.
“Well let’s see what Miss Carrot Top can do for you, Macintosh…don’t be afraid to take charge now; I’m not as fragile as a carrot.” She giggled, before lowering herself to face the gigantic member and wrapping her lips around it, her carrot lipstick leaving a mark as her lips began to slide up and down the helm of the member.
Big Mac grunted and pushed his member a ways past her lips, until he felt the head touch the back of her throat. Carrot coughed, and nearly choked, but did not let up, as she began to bob faster up and down the head, coating most of Mac’s thick cock with saliva and lipstick, taking more and more of the length as she worked. Her tongue danced across the slit, eliciting a moan from Big Mac, who fought to hold himself together. He grunted and bucked against her oral onslaught, as she assumed total dominion over his length.
Eventually she removed her lips from the shaft, suckling a bit of precum off of her lips, as more dangled loosely, adding to the lurid image before him. Carrot Top smirked. “Ready for a real ride, cowpony?”
Big Mac’s member stiffened at her words, and Carrot herself turned around, presenting her flank for him. “I know how much you’ve loved to watch it bob. I know that look, Macintosh. Now it’s all yours…” She turned her head to wink at him, taking a second to spread her hind legs and reveal her moist, yellow slit.
Big Mac stood up and placed his forehooves on Carrot’s shoulders and moved his crotch up to her rear, his cock probing to find the entrance to her sopping snatch. Finally, his cock found its resting place, and the tip pushed its way into her folds, but stopped before it could push any further.
“Ah…do…do you want it all in there? Ah…ah’ve been told it’s too big before…”
“Hah! Mac…you…you’re talking to the girl who works with carrots for a living. That’s not carrot, but I’m sure I can handle it!” She bucked against him, her snatch hungrily trying to pull his throbbing Mac-member in further.
“Eeyup!” He pushed and succeeded in guiding the helm, as well as most of the rest of his member into Carrot Top’s pussy, fitting nearly the entire length inside of her, with still more to go as she bucked against him.
“Ah! You know, that’s…that’s definitely not a carrot. Mmm…it feels so different; it’s been such a long time, Macintosh; and I’m glad I can share this with someone I actually want to spend time with.”
“Mmm! I…it’s so deep; how are we going to get it out?” She giggled, wrapping her hindlegs around Big Mac as their bodies twisted around and he ended up on top of her.
She leaned up to kiss him again as the rest of Mac’s member nearly pushed itself inside of her. The shaft had reached the entrance to her cervix, pushing firmly against the walls. Her juices flowed freely around the invader as her walls tightened around it.
“Mmmm! It’s so tight! More…have…have you got any more?” She lightly kicked his rear with one of her legs, which made him jump.
“Eeeeyup! Ah think so!” The rest of Big Mac’s member, as it fought through the flood of Carrot Top’s snatch, pushed itself past her cervix and into her womb.
“Uh!” Carrot Top whimpered as her body convulsed and an orgasm rocked her, sending her into spasms as more of her juices flooded past Big Mac’s cock. She moved to kiss him again, and he shuddered.
“Ah…Miss Top…ah think I’m gonna…should I…should I p-…” Carrot Top moved a forehoof to his mouth to silence him.
“Shhh…call me Carrot, Macintosh…” She winked. “And…n-no…don’t…just…let it go…”
“Eeeeeeennnnope!” Big Mac grunted, the dam breaking and releasing torrents of his cum into Carrot’s tunnels, spilling into her womb and filling her to the brim. For a few minutes, nothing was said, as sperm continued to flow from Big Mac’s firehose into Carrot’s garden. Eventually, Big Mac collapsed on top of her, and they kissed.
“Y’know, I spend my life fertilizing carrots; it’s a bit of a shocker when they do it to me!” She giggled, pulling Mac into another kiss as their fluids coalesced inside of her.
Eventually, Big Mac removed his member, and Carrot Top’s collection began oozing out of her. She put up a hoof to stop it, and repositioned herself so that some of it would drain back in, but raised her hoof up to her mouth, covering her tongue with leftover cum, allowing it to drip and stick to her as she savored the flavor, drops falling from her lips as she smacked her chops.
“Huh. So I do taste like carrots.” She giggled, and looked up at Big Mac.
“Macintosh! I think…I think we should see eachother more often. Infact, I think we should add some truth to those rumors. I haven’t…ever…had a stallion I actually cared about around the house…and we have so much in common. And that…that was perhaps the best evening of my life, and I hope for more…can…can we be together? For real?”
Big Mac smiled back, and said simply, “Eeeyup!”
