Whoah.
This, this is all too much. You feel like you're losing your mind, one moment you're clopping alone and feeling lonely and the next you're being swept up by a handsome stallion. It's like destiny! You can practically hear your heart beating out of your chest. You need air, if you don't find some way to clear your muddled head you're certain you'll faint. You push off of Big Mac, leaving him looking disappointed.
"What's wrong, ahm I bein' too upfront? Too soon?"
"No, no! I just, umm.." You do feel like this is moving too fast, but you think you like it, "I, am I in love?"
Big Mac's eyes go wide, "Love? Who said anything about love? We're just talkin' about fuckin', ya don't need to be in love to fuck! I mean heck, I ain't in love with my sister AJ am I?"
You think you just heard your heart shatter. He just wanted to get inside your saddle. You can't believe this, that he would be so beastly towards you, like you were just a slab of meat to be fucked. He's nothing but a horny stallion, you bet he'd fuck his own sister if you gave him half a chance and- wait, did he say that he'd... He implied that he, oh Celestia that is wrong!
"But, uh, if you're not up to it I..."
You cut Big Macintosh off, by lashing your back hoof out between his legs and pound one of his apples. He screams out, sounding very much like a little girl, and you proudly watch him collapse into a broken heap at your hooves. Smiling, you trot around his backside, examining his bruised scrotum. He's too weak to cover it, and you take advantage of the fact to pummel his apples into mush. Every little tap makes him shout out in pain, and then, once you're done you pop him a one last kick to the nuts and he cums, his bruised testicles spurt out a puddle of jizz in front of you. What a pig.
Still, now that you take a good look at it, his cream filling does look pretty enticing. You dip your hoof into it and sample a bit, it's as tasty as you hoped. Perhaps he'd be good fodder for one of those stallion-milking farms you heard so much about.
In any event, you leave Big Macintosh to writhe about the ground in pain, while you find somewhere else to spend your afternoon. You were hoping for some peace and quiet, but before long you run into...
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