Stress Relief

>Dinner's done, the dishes cleared away and now it's just you and Big Macintosh down in the kitchen cum dining room.
>There's cups of coffee between you two but few words to be said.
>Instead you're content to simply enjoy his company and he slowly starts to lean from his cushion over to you.
>"Thanks again for the rub down, part'."
>You just smile in response and rest your head against his.
>Really, it was unfair how hard he was expected to work and not have someone to take care of him.
>"If you'd let me, Ah'd like to thank ya for that."
>He nuzzles in against your cheek, leaning closer so that his chest is now against yours.
>Quite suddenly, one of his hooves run up along your leg and rests just below your stomach, slowly rubbing back and forth.
"Uhh, Mac?"
>He doesn't stop but instead rubs a little harder, drawing a gasp from you. If this was his idea of a rub down you didn't really want him to stop.
>"AJ 'n' Applebloom are abed, Granny's a heavy sleeper. Just you 'n' me, part'."
>With his head still pressed against you, he kisses along your neck, gently nipping here and there.
>"Now you take those silly ol' pants off so Ah can give you a proper rub down."
>Though your hands are shaking you still manage to unbuckle your belt and get your pants open, Mac's hoof doing the rest.
>"Yer takin' yer sweet time gettin' all hard." His hoof slips under your penis to fondle your balls. "What's it gonna take to..."
>He slowly trails off, looking down.
>Your fully erect penis is clear for him to see.
>Just as clearly as you can hear him start to giggle.
>"Is... is that it?" Mac gives it a little poke, unable to contain his laughter as it swings back. "Alright, you just sit up on the table."
>Feeling a little hurt you start to stand, facing yourself away from him.
>That big mouth of his might even come in use if he wants to make this up to you.
>"Ah'm gonna show you what a real cock looks like."

>He's not sniggering now at least but he does wear a devious grin as he slowly turns about to face you.
"Look, Mac, I don't-"
>Big Macintosh lifts a hoof to your mouth, gently shushing you.
>"Don't you worry, little filly, Big Mac's gonna take good care of ya."
>What did he just call you?
>You've no time to make an objection before he puts his fore legs on the table, to either side of you, and brings himself in close.
>Angled as he is, you can't help but follow the lines of his muscled chest and stomach down.
>And there it is, pressed tight against his stomach and throbbing lightly - longer than any you'd seen on any human or pony.
>Your own looks embarrassing against his giant and he waddles in until his cock is pressed to yours, giggling again.
>"Now what's a sweet little filly like you doin' with a thing like that? Wouldn't ya rather get those hand things on mine?"
>Mac wiggles his hips, cock waving from side to side and you can't take your eyes off it.
>Pink mottled with black near the base, the slightly flared head, the way it oozes pre onto you...
>Without another thought you grip the top of it in your hands, gently squeezing it.
>Macintosh gasps loudly in response, bucking his hips and sending a thin line of pre shooting onto your shirt.
>Your own penis throbs, begging for attention but you content yourself with just rubbing against Mac, too taken up with stroking this beast.
>"Th-That's it, show your stallion what you've got."
>Spreading his legs he starts to slowly undulate his hips.
>"I bet a filly like you's never seen anythin' so big up close, huh?"
>Leaning in close his hot breath washes over your face.
>"You just say the word an' Ah'll take care of ya."

>You can't quite form the words, so taken up with his cock as you are.
>Every time your hands stroke down far enough to touch the medial ring another little drop of pre forms on the head and rolls down the shaft.
>It's making your job increasingly easier but being able to speed up starts to get you a little more excited.
>You want this stallion, you want to feel more of him, all of him.
>Your legs hook around his waist, holding him off from moving any further as you start to grind yourself against him.
>No longer working the shaft you just hold it down, tight as you can against your own cock.
>Even when you extend yourself to the fullest there's still a couple of inches that you can't quite reach.
"Mac," You mutter.
>Down, then back up, lifting one hand to his chest.
"Mac, please."
>Even his breaths are driving you crazy, heavy and ragged like he's run the length of the orchard.
>Chest rising and falling before your eyes and you can feel his heart beating stronger and faster against your hand.
>Macintosh doesn't answer though, he just grabs hold of you and falls back onto the cushions.
>You let out a yelp of surprise and again he giggles, leaning up to kiss your nose.
>"You're a real silly filly. Think Ah'd let anythin' happen to ya?"
>Only now do you realise how close you are - you're pressed right against his body, legs still wrapped around his sides.
>The heat and firmness of his abdomen do nothing to dull your still climbing excitement.
>"Ah think you were havin' fun doin' what you were doin' but this is a better position for it. You relax and let me return your kindness."
>He's developing a pattern of interrupting you, kissing you as he does.
>Those firm, moist lips pressed tight to your own leave you struggling not to make a soft little moan but when his hoof lowers to press your back down and your front in against him you can't stop it.

>Bracing his hind legs against the table he starts to slowly rock his hips back and forth against you.
>That long pole between his legs, so well lubed up, easily slides against your own cock, drawing shuddering gasps from you with each of his gentle thrusts.
>His other hoof joins the first, holding tight to your rear and stopping you from making a move of your own.
>True to his words, Mac is being insistent that he's the one who treats you to a good time.
>"C'mon now, part', let it all out."
>When he broke the kiss you'd settled yourself onto his chest, trying not to make too much noise.
>A hoof snaking down to poke at your rear elicits a loud "Oh" of pleasure from you.
>And then he starts to move enough that you feel the medial ring of his cock rub against your own, from base to tip.
>He's not the only one left with a wet stomach at this stage and you tap his back with a hand, struggling to hold out.
>"Now what does mah little filly want?"
>You shiver, rubbing your legs against him to try and work off some of the tension that just won't go.
"H-Harder, please."
>You hate yourself for even asking it but Macintosh doesn't giggle this time and he does speed up.
>But it's still not enough and you lean back from him, sitting onto his lap but keeping your cock pressed against his.
>It's enough that you can at least start sliding on him.
>The medial ring makes a great point to concentrate your efforts and you slide a hand around it, holding your own cock close so that each thrust grinds against it.
>Mac twitches each time, as do you, feeling yourself inch ever closer to orgasm.
>You can't keep both hands there and spare one to rub the top of his shaft, taking some joy in his own low moans.

>Still, it's not enough.
>You lift your legs up so that you're now straddling his cock rather than the entirety of his waist.
>And instead of holding yourself against him you take hold of the shaft and pull it against you.
>It's heavenly, finally finding a stallion who can match up to your needs.
>You don't care that he pokes fun, you really are small compared to him but that only leaves you driving yourself in harder.
>For the first time that night, though, you take control and reach down to pull his head up so you can kiss him again.
>It's all coming to a point, as you slide further and further up his cock.
>The pre that splatters from his own you use to lather your member, grunting as it slides to the side of his but you keep going.
>You try to break the kiss but he holds you fast, intent on finishing this off.
>Your hand grips the heads of your cocks tightly and with each thrust you're more sure that you can't hold on.
>Even when you finally feel that first jolt of pleasure, Macintosh won't let you break the kiss.
>Your semen splatters over his cock and chest but he holds you, still not having reached his own orgasm.
>And you can only fall against him, letting him take up the slack which he dutifully does.
>Your whole body twitches and shakes with each wave of pleasure and your hands feebly struggle to hold onto him.
>Still, you don't feel his cum being added to your own, nor even the throbbing of his penis beyond what it's been until now.
>When finally Macintosh breaks the kiss and you're allowed to gulp in air he just smirks.
>"Feel better?"
>You nod, smiling and kiss his chest.
>"Afraid Ah didn't join ya but... do ya think you could help me out with that?"

>Still shaking a little, you scooch back on his member and look down.
>There's a small pool of pre on his stomach after all that attention you've been giving him and he looks more than ready to show you what he's got.
>"Ah'd really like if you used those hands of yours, Ah've never felt anythin' like 'em."
>With the entirety of his cock perfectly on view you hesitate momentarily when you go to reach down to the head.
>It's flared out more than earlier and you trace a finger along the edge.
>Macintosh hisses, hips bucking up against you.
>He'd evidently enjoyed all that just as much as you, there's no need to tease him any more.
>So you resolutely wrap the rest of your hand around the tip and squeeze it.
>"Celestia!"
>You both jump at his outburst and hold your breaths, listening for any movement.
>It's a tense moment but thankfully there's nothing and the anxiety hasn't dulled Macintosh's arousal.
>On the contrary, his cock throbs angrily in your grasp and you quickly return to your duties.
>With one long, slow stroke you run your hand down the shaft until it rests just above his balls.
>The whole way he lets out a low moan, bucking his hips.
>Macintosh props himself up on his fore legs, looking down at you.
>"Now... Now you just keep doin' that. Sweet little filly like you shouldn't tease her stallion."
>It's too large to tackle with one hand so you slide the other over the head and start to build up a slow rhythm with the two.
>You can feel every vein along the shaft, twitching and throbbing as you keep a tight squeeze on it.
>The little trickle of pre has turned into a flow, providing ample lubrication.
>Macintosh bites his lip, looking down at you but still manages to only let that same moan escape.
>You twist your hands in opposite directions on the head and he falls back onto the cushions, whimpering.

>You'd be taking good care of him, just like he'd asked.
>But it feels like such a waste to let all of his fluids just go to waste.
>So while his eyes are still on you, you lean in and gently kiss the tip of his cock, a shiver running through Macintosh.
>The muscles along the stallion's stomach ripple with each little swipe of your tongue, scooping up more of that alkaline pre.
>If you'd been sure of getting him off before now, you're driven to do it.
>The promise of how much more tasteful his semen is sure to be is what keeps you coming back to kiss the tip of his cock each time your hands reach the base.
>And each time, one of his hooves rests against your head and holds it down, struggling to keep you there as the pleasure leaves him distracted.
>"C-C'mon, part', you know this ain't fair."
>It really isn't. A big stallion like him needs more than just this.
>So drawing yourself in closer you start to speed up your strokes, squeezing the head every time your hands pass up and leaving one at the base to squeeze it tightly.
>Macintosh grunts, angling his hips up until you've no choice but to leave your lips pressed to the tip of his cock, licking and sucking at it.
>Your hands furiously pump the shaft, drawing more of that fluid out; slathinering your tongue over and around the tip only leaves him writhing around on the cushions, bucking irregularly.
>Each time he tries to force his cock past your lips but it's no use, the head's too flared to possibly fit.
>You still keep your lips tightly sealed over his urethra, ready to catch every drop.
>His rough hooves could never have compared to your hands, nor could they have worked his cock quite so strenuously, rotating, squeezing, holding all of it, even rubbing a thumb over and back on the medial ring.
>That's what sets him off, a loud cry coming from the stallion as his hoof holds your head firmly against his cock.

>The first spurt is easy enough to swallow but from there it's hopeless.
>It's a veritable flood of semen that doesn't let up at all.
>You gulp down each load as it comes but you still can't stop and trickling down out of your mouth.
>It's thick, slightly salty, filled with his masculine musk... it's perfect.
>Maybe it's the way your hands still stroke his shaft that has him cumming still or perhaps it's simply all that pent up frustration from having waited so long to do this.
>Whatever the case, when you lift your head off to take a breath a few strings of semen land on your shirt and his chest.
>You can only lick along his shaft from base to tip, hoping to clean him off as the flow finally starts to slow down.
>He's still tensed up, his whole body arched high and shaking.
>When you gently push down on him he flops back, panting heavily, leaving you to lick the last lines of semen from his chest.
>When that's finally done you just look up and share the gentle smile he gives you.
>His hooves come down and draw you in close, one final kiss being shared.
>You could make up some excuse in the morning, you're sure, not even really caring.
>You're finally in the hooves of the pony you love and neither of you could be happier.