I trotted into the barn, shifting my cyan wings uncomfortably. The feeling of having a roof above my head makes me terribly unhappy, and today was no exception. "AJ! Where are you?!" I growled, pacing around the room. "Hold yer horses! I'm-a comin'!" I heard a familiar country voice call from the other end of the barn, near the trees. "Right over there, Mac!" the orange pony directed, pointing her hoof towards the left corner as she walked into view. Oh, wow! I thought as the view of a sweaty, muscled Big Mac pulling a wagon of hay entered my mind.
He sauntered inside, the sweat glistening off his toned shoulders. He grunted, flipping his short, dark orange mane to the side and dropping the load of hay on the wooden planks. "H-Hey, Big Mac!" I laughed awkwardly, approaching him. "Eeyup. Howdy, Dash," he said, his smooth gaze landing upon my magenta eyes. "So, how d'ya like the clouds?" I asked, keeping the special heart cloud I had formed over Sweet Apple Acres in mind. "Uh, they're cloudly al' right!" he joked, wiping his brow and panting.
"C'mon, everypony! It's time to finally harvest the zapapples!" Applejack cheered, hopping out of the barn, Big Mac and I in pursuit. "Yeah! Don't you just love zapapples? I love the coloring," I said, protesting the tone of ditziness in my mind. You're SUPPOSED to stay cool, you wuss! I thought sternly. "Eeyup!" Big Mac chuckled.
I walked over to a tree, unsure of how you buck a tree. I put a back hoof on the tree, not exerting enough force to make the apples fall. Big Mac's aloof eyes stuck to the area under my thigh, and I blushed fiercely, dropping my leg. "For the love of Cee-lestia! Big Mac, teach 'er how to buck a tree!" Applejack interrupted, having already bucked four trees. He snapped awake and approached me, his own face turning red (although it was hard to see on his already crimson coat).
"Uh, so ya put yer back 'ooves in the air, and then ya..." he trailed off, putting two hooves on my flank to guide my legs to the trunk of the tree. Seven huge, ripe zapapples fell to the ground, one knocking me on the head. "Ow!" I yelped, the strike taking me by surprise. "Careful, Dashie!" he guffawed. Upon hearing him call me "Dashie", Pinkie's pet name for me, my hopes of us sparked ever more.
*****
I bucked the last tree, the lightning bolts on my flank glistening. I returned to the central base outside of the barn, the cool summer breeze ruffling my underfeathers on my wings. Big Mac was waiting, the crimson stallion propped upon a well. "Finished already?" I asked, exhausted and in need of the water in the well. "Eeyup," he replied, letting me gain access to the well's frigid water. After a few gulps of fresh, pristine water, Applejack trotted into the clearing. "G'bye, y'all! Fluttershy just told me Angel led the bunnies out into the forest, and now I gotta go an' wrangle the critters! Have fun!" she said through a rope in her mouth her hat settled unbalancedly on her blonde mane.
"Bye, AJ!" I muttered, her already out the door. Big Mac shifted his balance, staring hungrily at my long flyer's legs, and I returned the stare, biting my lip. "So, Big Mac..." I trailed off, crossing my forehoof over my other. He took a step closer to me, seeming tall to me, and gave me a longing look. "Uhm... Dash, I--" I cut him off, enveloping his lips in mine in an act of unconcious lust.
After a moment of shock, he wrapped his tongue around my own, exploring the depths of my mouth happily. I sucked on his bottom lip; it seemed as if he'd done it before from the level of pleasure that ensued. "Uh, Mac, I-" I moaned in between kisses. He wrapped his front leg around my neck, and I let him hold me in a tight embrace. I pulled away after quite a while of french kissing, and from the look on his face I could tell he wanted more. He winked and led me up the stairs and into AJ's bedroom, keeping me not too far behind.
He threw me on the bed, biting my rainbow mane sexily. I looked up at him, tracing my eyes across his body. My eyes were transfixed upon his soldier, which was standing straight up almost yearningly. I felt a heat grow in between my legs, and I crossed them teasingly once I noticed where his stare was directed. "C'mon, Dashie. Don't be such a tease..." he grinned, spreading my legs with his hooves and kissed my lips passionately. I gasped against his lips as he slid his thigh against my own, the warm skin pressing against my labia.
"Mac..." I groaned, hugging him tightly. "Dash..." he moaned, the tip of his manhood grazing my leg. He was on top, and he obviously didn't mind as long as he was getting some. I watched him slowly move his amazing, muscular lips from mine to my neck... then my shoulder... and they tickled my stomach, making me giggle until his mouth was at my nether reigons. I grimaced, the pleasure radiating through my body from the tips of my hooves to my soft feathery wings.
"Mac, you are NOT a virgin!" I managed to murmur through moans of ectasy. He grinned, removing his tongue from my clitoris long enough to say "Eeyup." He licked up and down, around in circles, diagonally, any way you could imagine. And it felt more than amazing.
I had loved him ever since... well, ever since I was a filly. The thoughts of young us galloping through the rolling hills of Sweet Apple Acres and playing hide and seek in the old tree-house (what is now Twi's house) warmed my memory like a sweet, old-time-y, Granny Smith original apple pie.
I felt an orgasm start, and I began to pant widly like I had flown one of Spitfire's training lessons. "Mac! I... I'm cumming!" The feeling escalated in between my hips and instantly, I felt 20% cooler. Squirts of rainbow-colored liquid spew out of me, staining the bedsheets. Big Mac looked up to me with a sexy smirk and said "Now it's my turn."
I smiled deviously and kissed his neck, leaving a thin trail of saliva from the spot I began to the finish line. I took his heavy balls in my hooves, fondling them carefully, and pecked his head. He gasped, his pupils shrinking and his tongue hanging out. "My Celestia... Dashie!" I continued to slightly lick and tease his soldier mischeviously. "Dash, please..." he pleaded, holding my head in his hooves.
I suddenly took the entire cock in my mouth, down to the base, and sucked it gingerly. Mac moaned audibly, bucking his hips forward in time with my sucks. Bobbing my head forward and back, forward and back...
"Dash... can we..." He slowly moved his hips so they aligned with my own, changing postions so we're ready to go missionary. I removed my muzzle from his reigon and brought my head back up to his lips.
His dick slowly entered my vagina, making me gasp in surprise. He was so straight-forward; something that I liked in a man. The waves of pleasure began, and once they did they didn't stop. He pushed forward, stopping every once in a while to ask if I was okay. I grasped the apple bedsheets, feeling like such a rebel; after all, I was having sex with my best friend's brother on my best friend's bed. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, much like a sonic rainboom.
He was called Big Mac for a reason.
"Uhh!" He cried, pumping faster and faster, making the lust and romance between us grow. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I grew limp, but he was still going. Orgasm rushed through my body, and I felt like that one moment in the morning stretch times twenty.
SLAM!
"Oh my Celestia! Rainbow... Mac...!" Applejack screamed upon opening the door and seeing us on the bed. I opened my eyes, and Big Mac stopped abruptly. "Uh, I, um..." Big Mac climbed off of me, and at that moment, he came. Ropes of sperm erupted from his penis, the sticky liquid covering Applejack's and my faces. She looked at him, the fury burning in her eyes.
"Rainbow. Dash. Get. OUT!" she growled, stomping her hoof on the ground. "Big Mac, stay here. Celestia, what if Applebloom walked in..." I winked at him, as if to say Continue this later?
And he smirked ,as if to say Eeyup.
Author's Note
My first fic, much less a clopfic! Hope you liked it :) Looking for critique!