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- >You and Big McIntosh find yourselves back in the barn, where your fateful smooch changed everything just a short week ago.
- >You're idly swinging your legs up and down against your hay bale,
- >and Big Mac is toying with a tankard of apple juice. No more cider for you two.
- >"Well…"
- "Yeah"?
- >"Oh, Ah don't know..." he demurs, and looks yet again into the well of his cup. He really is a quiet stallion.
- "Come on, Big Mac, we've got all the time in the world. There has to be something you do for fun.”
- >"Ah really don't know... Ah used to do all the chores 'round here, but with you around to take care of the barn,
- an' Applebloom tendin' the house, Ah just don't have much goin' on."
- >You think you understand. Still, two introverts with few hobbies but their work make for a rather unexciting couple.
- >You imagine Twilight and Fluttershy hooking up, and shudder.
- "You’ve got me."
- >His cheeks go red and you walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling his mane,
- >before pulling back and kissing him for the fifth time that day.
- >As your tongues twist in the heat of passion, Big Mac grabs you by the waist and brings you down to the ground,
- >growing more forceful in his kissing until his tongue is freely roaming your mouth, before he breaks off,
- >leaving you panting and sweating as you lie beneath the crimson farmer pony.
- >Out of nowhere, he dives into the crook of your neck, nibbling and teasing you with his tongue,
- >as you giggle with delight and playfully struggle against his affections.
- >Unfortunately, you’re every bit as ticklish as he is.
- >His playful roaming gets more serious, and as he begins planting kisses down the front of your body,
- >you unbutton your shirt, so creatively fashioned by miss Rarity, to allow him full access to his conquest.
- >A particularly slow and strong kiss over your sternum elicits a soft moan,
- >and you run your hands through his soft, flowing mane.
- “Big Mac?”
- >”Yeah?”
- “D’you want…”
- >”Eeeyup.”
- ***
- >Having locked the barn door and climbed up to your loft, you’re lying on your bed with Big Mac on top of you,
- >while the pair of you kiss and embrace without a thought in your head.
- >You’re in your underwear, and the sight of your nude human figure has sent your coltfriend into a frenzy.
- >You don’t think he knows quite what to do with you, though,
- >and he’s currently playing with your right nipple, licking and nibbling such that you’re squealing with laughter.
- >You’re his to take; let him explore you on his own.
- >Still, he’s been playing with your chest for a very long time now.
- “You can go lower, baby.”
- >He raises his eyes to you while suckling on your tit, and responds by sucking harder.
- >”Ah’m takin’ my time here.” You bite your lip to suppress a moan as his tongue swirls around your perky nipple,
- >overwhelming your senses as his hoof brushes over the other one.
- >Finally he pulls away, and stares at you from above.
- “Well?”
- >”Uhh… now what?”
- >As dominating as he tries to be, his naiveté is rather cute.
- >You push him up, and take charge for the moment.
- “Show me what I’m dealing with. You relieve yourself, don’t you, Biggy?”
- >”Uhhh…” your coltfriend begins sweating. You roll your eyes and stare expectantly. “Ah suppose…”
- >You can’t help grinning at every little thing this introverted hunk reveals about himself.
- >”O-okay, Ah guess…” Your partner spreads his legs, rubbing between them with a forehoof as you look on in appreciation.
- >Before long, a ruddy, spotted stallion-prick has emerged, and you see Big Mac timidly stroke its length.
- >”Hey… could you, maybe, lay out for me? Gimme somethin’ to look at?”
- >Not once in a million Equestrian years did you ever think you’d be able to indulge your exhibitionist streak again.
- >You lay out on your bed, hands laced behind your head on your pillow,
- >and reveal every inch of yourself (barring your underwear) to your admiring coltfriend.
- >His little buddy stiffens up further as he scans you, which you greatly appreciate.
- >Big McIntosh gets to work, pumping his dick as he continues staring,
- >gazing up and down your slender, lightly muscled figure, while you bat your eyes and lick your lips in anticipation.
- >After about half a minute of this, he’s fully erect at what you judge to be around 13 inches.
- >Hoo boy.
- “You can stop, now, Big Mac.”
- >”Huh? Why?” Poor thing.
- “’Cause it’s my turn… to help you.”
- >Sauntering over to his end of the bed, you motion for him to sit up, and you’re soon presented with your prize.
- >Looking deeply into his eyes, you spit into your palm, and rub your hand up the side of his shaft,
- >eliciting a shudder from the recipient, before you slowly get into a rhythm of gently pumping his massive pony cock.
- >As soon as he starts leaking, however, you get tired of the simple handjob,
- >and glom onto his head with your mouth, swirling your tongue around and bobbing up and down as far as you can take him.
- >He’s a fucking stallion, of course, so you keep up your pumping in tandem with your blowjob,
- >rubbing every inch of him that you can manage, and exulting in the bitter,
- >salty flavor of his seed that you had missed so much since arriving here.
- >Without serious practice, though, you can’t take more than a few inches into your throat,
- >and even your long-conquered gag reflex is rearing its ugly head.
- >Still, you dutifully service the stallion, as he lovingly pets through your hair in appreciation of your effort.
- >You stay as slow and relaxed as you can, however, delaying his inevitable climax as far as possible.
- >A punishment for his nipple fixation from earlier.
- >Still, after several minutes of pumping your sticky hands in a practiced rhythm,
- >and sucking as deeply and tenderly as you ever have on a dick, you feel the telltale tensing of his muscles.
- >As much as you love the idea, swallowing it straight down your throat is out of the question. You’d choke yourself.
- >Might as well give him a show.
- >You extract him from your mouth and pump his entire length furiously,
- >closing your eyes and sticking out your tongue, until before long…
- >”Uuuuhhhh!”
- >You hear a low, equine whinny, and feel pulsing globs of warmth beneath your fingertips.
- >Thick ropes of warm, gooey pony-cum coat your face, hands, and tongue,
- >and you savor the warmth of his seed on your skin and in your mouth,
- >before opening your eyes to begin cleaning yourself up.
- >Big Mac is drained and visibly exhausted, having fallen onto his back after his orgasm.
- >Still, you make a show of sucking your fingers, licking off every drop of your salty reward,
- >and wiping it from your face to do the same. You even bathe his wilted prick in your tongue,
- >cleaning up your mess like a loyal boyfriend should.
- >Slipping up beside him and turning his head to yours, you present your mouthful to his hazy eyes,
- >before languidly swallowing his seed, savoring its aftertaste as it settles in your belly, like any other meal.
- >”Wow… thanks a bunch…”
- >Giggling, you kiss him, allowing Big McIntosh to share in his own leavings on your tongue.
- “Y’know, Big Mac…”
- >”Yeah?”
- “It kinda tastes like apples.”
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