Dear diary,

Last night was just… perfect… I never imagined I would ever say this, but I think I may have finally found my perfect stallion.

Once we got back to my room, things began to die down a little. I’ll admit, I was still a bit out of sorts from what had happened in the bar earlier, but I couldn’t let this opportunity escape me. Once we were on the bed, I turned the conversation back to Big Mac’s, ah… “big mac” (I know, that’s terrible, but I’m still in a bit of shock, okay?). Seizing the first opportunity, I set about getting him ready to go again.

Once I was able to size him up for real (again, just… wow…), my instincts took over. I tried to go down on him once more but, now that he was completely erect, this proved to be impossible, even with my considerable experience. But it had been enough to prepare him for the main course; my excitement hadn’t faded from earlier, thinking about this moment had me wetter than I can remember ever being.

Of course, even as prepared as we both were, the relative size difference between us proved to be too great to simply slide his girth in. Before I could even tell him that it was okay, though, Big Mac forced his way into me as deep as he could go (which, as it turned out, was less than half-way). Once he had successfully taken me, he wasted no time in hammering me. The intoxicating mixture of pain and ecstasy quickly washed away any semblance of hesitation from my mind.

At one point he stopped, apparently afraid he might be hurting me, but then my submissive nature had completely taken hold of me and I begged him to take me harder. To my surprise (and extreme gratification), his thrusting became even more savage after that, I felt as though he was filling every part of me.

As hard as he was riding my, my orgasm naturally came upon me quickly, but I couldn’t let myself just go until he let me cum (you know how it is when I get like this). Once I had his consent, though, I let myself fall into what was one of the most explosive climaxes I can recall. Meanwhile, Big Mac and his glorious stallionhood didn’t slow at all, as he ravaged my spasming hole, dragging my climax out even further. Before my first orgasm had completely faded, I felt him beginning to cum in me, sparking another orgasm that somehow hit me even harder than the first!

By the time I finally came down I was completely spent. The whole room seemed to fall away from me; I felt as though I was flying (actually, this was better than actually flying in every conceivable way). Somehow I made my way back to the bed (I guess Big Mac must’ve carried me there, my mind was a little hazy from fatigue by this point). I vaguely remember thanking him one last time before I finally passed out…

So, earlier I was thinking about sharing Big Mac with Vinyl before I headed back to Cloudsdale, since she seemed a little disappointed that I was leaving with him (I have to wonder if she was more bummed about Big Mac or me, though). Now, I’m not so sure I want share him, or myself, with anypony else. The big stallion clearly has the instincts of a dominant personality, despite being so seemingly reserved most of the time. With a little urging, he could be an incredible dom, the perfect mate for me; a partner when I want one and a beast when I need it…

Going back to Clousdale is becoming less and less appealing the longer I think about it. I wonder how much it would cost to rent a room out here in the sticks…?

~ Starshadow