Author's Notes:

This chapters was inspired by the fact that there really is no M/M clop with TF stories. I've never written M/M clop before, but it sounded like a fun challenge.

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Mac Looks for Love - A story about a stallion on Earth, and the human that falls in love with him.

Story Themes: TF, Homosexual, Romance, Pony X Human, Pony X Pony.
'Dark' rating: 0 / 10
Clop?: Yes.

November 1st

Hey Diary, I really need to find some new hobbies or something. Work is just getting so dumb and mindless, and then I come home to an empty apartment and just stare at my TV screen for the rest of the evening. Urgh, this is no way to live! I don’t even know why I keep a diary when I have nothing exciting to say. Sigh... I really need to get out more.

Maybe I can go to one of those brony meetups? Meeting some other pony fans could be fun. Urgh, maybe not, I heard those meetups are total sausage fests. I really, really want a woman in my life. God knows I haven’t felt the touch of a girl in like... well, okay, I technically never have. Maybe it’s time I really try dating?

November 7th

Hey Diary, my boss promoted me today, so that’s kinda cool I guess. I still work in my cubicle, but now I have a few people under me, and I got a raise too. I should go celebrate and share this great news.

Err... hmm. Who can I celebrate it with? My old roommate? No, he left town years ago. Maybe... hmm. Wow, I just realized how lonely I really am. Jesus, this is depressing, I really need to make some new friends.

November 15th,

Hey Diary, work is going fine. Not much else to say. Just writing to check in I guess. Really wish something exciting would happen.

Maybe I should start online dating? Women would like a guy like me, right? Oh who am I kidding, I’m such a loser...

November 16th,

Holy-fucking-hell-fucking-Jesus-H.-Christ!

DIARY, WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE.

DIARY, THERE’S A PONY IN MY APARTMENT!!! Jesus, my hands are still shaking, hold on a second, Diary.

...okay, I just drank some Scotch to calm my nerves. Alright, lets see, I need to catalogue exactly what happened, you know, for posterity's sake. Alright, let me back up and take this from the top! Ah, god, my hands are still shaking, this is so crazy! Okay, I’m ready, here we go:

I got home from work around 6:30pm, as per usual. I was just cooking bacon for dinner when I heard a snapping and popping noise coming from my living room. I thought there was a fire or something, so I moved over there to check it out. But it wasn’t a fire! When I opened the door to that room, I was blinded but what’s best described as a brilliantly glowing “gash” right in the air itself. It was in the middle of the room, as if someone grabbed space itself and pulled on it until it tore in the middle! I was blinded by the glow, but I saw something come out through it! It must have been some kind of wormhole! Or maybe it was a portal, some sort of bridge between worlds (and I know how crazy that sounds!).

Anyway, forget the portal, what’s important is what came out. He landed with a hard ‘thunk’ and a second later the portal disappeared with a crackling snap. The seconds ticked by with my heart pounding, and this pony-like creature just looked around for a seconds while sniffing the air. Then he blinked his eyes, and he looked around my room. I immediately recognized the alien as the pony Big Macintosh from the show! I know that doesn’t make any sense, but it was totally him! His body was, well, impressive to the say the least. I’d never really been around real horses before, and this alien seemed to have taken all the best parts of them and combined them into a more convenient frame. I could make out his massive muscles in his hind legs, and he stood in a proud, strong frame. He was larger than most dogs and probably weighed over 500 pounds of pure muscle. However, since he was standing on all fours, I was still quite a bit taller than him.

He looked around the room as I took in his frame, and finally his anime-like eyes landed on me. I began to wonder if he spoke English, but that was answered as he gave a little smile and asked, “Ah, good afternoon, this is Earth, correct?”

I bumbled out, “No, this is my apartment.” Before kicking myself and saying yes, this was Earth. (Gah, I’m such an idiot sometimes. The first words even spoken by a human to an ‘alien’ will be recorded as my trembling voice fucking up the most basic of questions.)

My retardedness aside, he then introduced himself as Big Macintosh and asked if I could provide him with safe lodging and food for a few days. I immediately said yes, then started to wonder what question I should ask first. You know, questions like, “How did you make that portal... why did you choose my apartment to land in... and are you the same pony I watch on those Saturday morning cartoons?”.

In the end, though, I just asked him why he was here on Earth, and he shook his mane and smiled gently, saying he was here to find a wife to take back home with him. I really wanted to tell him that was a terrible idea, seeing as how there are no Friendship is Magic mares walking around on earth for Big Mac to woo. But then I realized the transdimensional pony probably knew what the fuck he was doing. I figure, if your race masters space and time, they probably know more about their goals than you do. Err, hold on, he’s knocking on my bedroom door. Brb.

Okay, I’m back, he just wanted some apples, good thing I had a bag in the fridge. Right, where was I? Oh, right, sapient, talking pony from a cartoon show traveled through time and space and is now in my kitchen eating my apples and asking if he can sleep on my sofa.

I think I need another drink.

November 17th
Hey Diary, work was really strange today. I spent most of the day staring off into space and wondering if I was hallucinating this whole “Pony is living in my apartment right now and even packed my lunch for me this morning before I left for work”. Side note, while it was nice of him to make me lunch (albeit a bit strange) the lunch was pretty unappetizing. It was a bag with four apples and an entire head of lettuce. Oh well, for a space traveling pony who woke up early enough to make my lunch using nothing but hooves, I guess I can’t complain. It was rather nice of him to do the gesture I suppose.

Anyway, I got back from work at 6pm (I left a little early, hope no one noticed!). I was wondering if Mac would still be in my apartment when I got home, and that question was answered as soon as I opened the door to my place. The smell hit me like a ton of of bricks! My entire apartment reeks of what I can only describe as “horse”. It honestly smells like a stable in here, it’s a mix of hay, dirt, and equine sweat. It’s a pretty distinct smell and it’s just emanating from the red pony now laying across my sofa watching TV. Don’t get me wrong, the fact that a real cartoon pony is living in my apartment right now is amazing! ...I just wish the equine knew what a shower was. Maybe tomorrow I’ll take him in the tub and tell him how it works.

Urgh, how do I tell a new roommate that he smells? Especially one who is really a guest of honor on this planet.

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Updated entry: Hey Diary, I’m writing this from my bed right now. So after I wrote the above entry for the day I went out, did some shopping, then came home and ate dinner with Big Mac. We both watched some TV in silence for a bit and then I told him I was heading to bed and I’d see him tomorrow. I started walking to my room and I heard hoofsteps behind me. I looked back and realized that Mac was following me into my bedroom.

I asked him what was up. Get this, he said he was also tired and wanted to sleep, so he was going to my bed. I told him the sofa was waiting for him, but he calmly stated that he’d rather sleep on my bed since it’s softer. Uh... I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t exactly keen on having a horse sleep in my bed. I’m never going to get that stable smell out of my sheets if he sleeps on my Egyptian cotton! Urgh, anyway, as weird as the request was, I didn’t want to deny my guest of honor. I calmly stated that sure, he could sleep there. So that’s where I am now, writing this entry by bedlamp as I lie under the covers with a 500 pound pony snoring a few inches away from me. Hopefully I remember to shower in the morning, sleeping next to him means I’m going to wake up tomorrow smelling like a horse.

Bleh, tomorrow he’s definitely getting a bath before he gets in my bed.

November 18th
Hey Diary, well, I did it. I told my new roommate that he needs a shower. There was a slight complication, though. You see, I sorta forgot I have a hand held shower, and Big Mac doesn’t exactly have hands. So the only way to get that pony clean is with me in there assisting him.

It was actually kind of fun! He sat in the bathtub, and I kneeled outside of the tub and held the shower head, slowly washing him just like one washes a dog. A muscular, strong, proud dog with red fur and and a brown mane...

Anyway, 99% of the shower went off without a hitch. But at the end Mac flipped on his back so I could clean his underside. And that’s when I was suddenly and awkwardly realized that he’s a stallion true to his name. Big Mac. Diary, let’s just say that his balls were almost as big as my fists. Thank god his stallionhood wasn’t erect, it was awkward enough for me to quickly pass the cleaning sponge over the rest of his genitals. Urgh, I guess I can cross off “cleaning someone’s balls” off the list of things I can claim I never did. Bleh, gross.

At least he’s clean now, having him share my bed won’t be as bad. He’ll just be like this giant stuffed animal that hogs my blankets. Hehe, he’s a giant stuffed animal, it would be kinda fun to give him a hug. I bet his fur is really soft after that shower.

November 19th
Hey Diary, I got demoted from my new job today. The boss’s daughter moved into the city, and my boss gave her my job, demoting me back to my old, shitty job. I was so furious I stormed into his office and told him he can’t demote me over nepotism. Well, some good that did me. He cut my pay 10% for “trying to threaten him” and then told me he could lay me off right on the spot if he wanted to. God damn this job’s market, all the higher-ups think they can treat all of us like shit just because we—
Hold on, Mac is knocking on my door.

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Updated entry: Oh wow, we lost track of time, it’s bed time already. Alright, where was I?

Right, so I was really pissed from work, and apparently Big Mac knew I was upset. As I was writing that entry earlier today he brought me some milk and cookies. He didn’t leave the room either, he sat next to me and asked if I wanted to talk about what happened at work. So I told him everything, and he really listened, you know? Eventually I started crying over all this stress I had, and he gave me a long hug and rubbed my back, telling me that everything was going to be alright.

I didn’t feel like telling him to leave after that, so the two of us went to the sofa and just layed down. There was some movie on but I wasn’t really paying attention, I was just running my hands through his mane and we were... cuddling? No, wait, that would be gay. I was just curled up in his big, strong hooves and enjoyed being so close to him. He’s a really good friend.

November 22nd
Hey Diary, really embarrassing thing happened today. Just when Big Mac and I were getting really close, something awkward happened. Guess what he did today? He opens my bedroom door without warning and trots inside... while I was in the middle of clopping!

He didn’t knock! And I didn’t hear him coming for the door, I was too lost following that new animated clop gif that was posted today. You know the one, it has Button’s Mom bending over that bed? God she’s so hot! Imagine the things I could do each night if she was my roommate instead of Big Mac!

Well... I mean, hopefully she would be as kind as Big Mac is. And as caring, and understanding too. And hopefully she’d always be there to comfort me when I got home and...

Wait, where were we? Oh yeah, Mac walking into my room as I was clopping. I had just barely enough time to shut my laptop lid, but Mac was treated to a view of me, naked, with my dick in my hands. Urgh, great, just great.

He didn’t really say anything, he just stared for a moment, tilted his head, and blinked a few times. I managed to cover myself and awkwardly mumble out a “Oh hey, sorry, I thought you would knock...” Urgh, it was so embarrassing. Thankfully though, Big Mac isn’t really making a big deal of it at all. He’s really the best.

November 23rd
Hey Diary, just lying in bed again. I gave Big Mac another shower tonight, only this time there was a little surprise waiting for me. Err, well, I guess I should say a big surprise. Oh, boy, it was just... yikes.

Let me start from the top. Like I said, I was giving my pal Big Mac a shower again. We were talking about stuff and Mac was asking me to scratch his mane with my fingers, you know, standard stuff between us. Anyway, at the end of the shower he flips over so I can wash his tummy and... wow. For whatever reason, Mac was erect. And I mean fully erect!

I just froze, I’d never seen a full stallionhood before. It was just... how could it be that big? I must have stared at it for a good five seconds before Mac laughed and said something along the lines of ‘Ah, sorry, I was just wondering what that hand sex you were having before would feel like.’ I just laughed awkwardly and went back to showering him, careful to avoid touching his oversized member.

Anyway, after that not much happened and we’re going to bed now. I just still can’t believe how big that thing is. I mean... wow.

November 24st
Hey Diary, work was hard today. I kept getting distracted by thoughts of what I saw in the shower yesterday. It’s not that I’m turned on or anything, I’m not gay! Err, at least I don’t think I am...

I just keep thinking about the size of it, that’s all. I wonder what it would feel like on my hand. I should offer to wash it for him. Damn, I should have done that yesterday when I had the chance. No, wait, what the hell am I saying? I’m not into stallions like that.

I just... argh. I need to go for a walk or something, then I’ll clop to pics of mares to clear my head. By tomorrow I’ll probably get this off my mind.

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Updated entry: Hey Diary...

I uh...

I...

Well, it’s 5am right now, and I had to leave the bedroom. Oh god I can’t believe I just did that in there. Urgh... well, I suppose I’ll share it with you.

We went to bed like normal, and since it was cold we cuddled a little. Eventually, I fell asleep with my arms around him. Everything was great, but then I woke up about 15 minutes ago. I don’t know what woke me up, but I noticed I felt something really warm pressed up against my chest. I glanced under the covers, and oh my god, it was his cock. His giant, erect horsecock was lying right across my chest.

I stared at it for a few seconds and glanced at Mac, who was asleep. He must have been dreaming about mares or something, because wow, was his cock ever ready. I looked down and contemplated what to do with this thing, I certainly couldn’t fall back asleep with some stallion’s cock on my chest! In the end I decided I would reach down and move it off of me. It sounded simple, just grab it with two hands and move it away from me.

So I did it, I reached down and grabbed it with two hands. It was massive, and it felt so warm in my hands. I continued to stare at it for a few seconds as I slowly picked it up and felt its full weight in my hands. It felt really pleasant to the touch too. Strong, yet tender. Hefty, but not heavy. And warm, but reassuringly so.

I ran my fingers over the top of it, enjoying the thin, sensitive skin. It was so unlike the rest of Mac. He was this big, strong, muscular stallion, and this was the one part of him that was vulnerable and tender. I gave it a soft squeeze and naturally gave it a stroke. A long, slow stroke with two hands.

And that’s when he woke up.

“Do it again. Please.” He mumbled softly. I looked over at him and dropped his cock in shock. Both his eyes were open and he was watching me.

Once I dropped it, his warm cock fell back on my chest. I stammered and grabbed the cock again to get it off of me. “Oh, sorry Big Mac, I was just—”

“It’s okay, you can feel it. I love how your hands feel.” He leaned his head over and affectionately gave my cheek a little lick.

I noticed I was breathing heavily and I stared back at the massive cock in my hands. I gave it another slow stroke, than another. “Mac... I don’t know if I should be doing this.”

He nuzzled my neck. “Shh, it’s okay. We won’t tell anyone. If I like it, and you like it, what’s the harm?”

I swallowed nervously, he was right about one thing. I liked this. The feeling of stroking such a massive cock felt really, really good. I had to use both hands to stroke the entire shaft, and it was over a foot long. It felt great to handle something that large. I mean, I was by no means tiny myself, but working on a cock this huge was just something else entirely. So me holding this part of him was enjoyable for of us, I guess. I started stroking the massive cock faster and harder, and Big Mac got his first handjob.

In fact, I was so into it, I totally forgot about how his cock would respond to that much pleasure. I was sitting there, my mouth open from breathing, when all of a sudden I felt the cock tighten up. Before I fully realized what was happening, it happened. Big Mac came, and he came the only way a stallion with balls the size of tangerines can cum.

His cock exploded with a torrent of hot cum, and unfortunately for me, I was holding the cock pointed at my face when it happened. The cum went everywhere. It shot in my hair, on my face, on my chest, and some even went in my mouth. Gah, it was so warm, and it had such a distinctive taste and smell.

Just as suddenly as it began, it ended. Before I knew it, Mac was chuckling, and I was just laying there in shock, cum dripping off my face and his softening cock still in my hands. Eventually Mac got up and chuckled again, saying, “Sorry about that, I’ll get you a towel.”

I took the towel from his hoof and did my best to clean off, eventually I decided to take a 5am shower to get the smell off of me. When I came out of the shower Big Mac had changed the bed sheets, and he was back to snoring on the bed. I needed time to process what just happened so I grabbed you, Diary, and went to the kitchen to write.

So here I am now. I’m not sure how I feel about what just happened. It was pleasurable to feel him like that, but then all that cum, urgh. I think I even swallowed some of it accidentally! That’s so wrong, I had horse cum all over me! That’s really disgusting, isn’t it, Diary? That’s like, a really gross thing...

So why did it turn me on?

November 25th

Hey Diary, man, today was a blur. Ha, I thought it was hard to focus on work yesterday. Today was just insane, I couldn’t go ten seconds without thinking about last night! I mean, I could just close my eyes and practically feel Big Mac’s cock in my hands! Damn, my mind has never been so obsessed by something before.

My only real distraction was lunch. As always, Big Mac packed a lunch for me, and as always I got stuck with four apples and a head of lettuce. But today was different, I actually ate the entire lunch! Apples never tasted so sweet before, and even the lettuce was amazing. I don’t even understand how I could have ever turned lettuce down before, it’s so perfect! Mmm, I even stopped at the grocery store on the way home and bought an entire cart of greens. It was a good thing I did too, I had to throw out all the meat in my refrigerator when I get home. The power must have gone out or something, it all smelled gross to me for some reason.

Anyway, I don’t know why I’m sharing my grocery concerns with you. Big Mac is over on the couch and I want to go cuddle tightly with him. I feel closer to him than ever! Mmm, I hope tonight we can do “that thing” again.

November 26th
Hey Diary! Oh last night was so wonderful. After cuddling for a few hours, Mac nuzzled my cheek and asked if I wanted to go to bed with him. We headed for the bedroom and wasted no time in getting started. Mac just laid on his back and I started giving his hard member a nice massage. Shortly thereafter I turned to ask Mac how it felt, and he leaned forward and kissed me right on the lips! Oh, Diary, I was blushing so hard. He tasted pretty good too, it was a nice, earthy flavor.

Our kiss didn’t last too long (I think he was as nervous as I was), and I went back to playing with his hard cock. I watched it more carefully this time, and I could tell when he was about to cum. Even though I knew what was coming, I didn’t change anything. I left it pointing at my face, and I even opened my mouth a little. Mac came just as hard as he did the day before, and I got an entire mouthful of the hot, sticky fluid. Gah, I don’t know why it tasted so good, but it honestly did. I gulped down as much as I could and then went to rinse off again.

When I got back to bed, Mac was still awake and waiting for me. He told me to take off my pajamas and cuddle with him in the nude. He’s such a sweetheart! He felt so good too, his warm, soft fur on my bare skin. Oh, Diary, I wish we could have laid like that forever. It felt so good, so right, to cuddle up naked with that stallion.

Anyway, as romantic as that was, that was just last night! Today at work I felt like I was in a daze, thoughts of Big Mac entirely consumed my mind and I was just counting down the hours until I could come home to his embrace. I had planned to stop at the shoe store on the way home (my current shoes feel really tight for some reason) but I missed Big Mac so much I couldn’t bare spending the extra time to go to the store. I just drove straight home and ran up the stairs to my apartment. I knew I was home when I could smell him. You know that amazing, amazing stable smell? It’s a mix of hay, dirt, and equine sweat? It’s a pretty distinct smell and oh my god, I love it so much! It just smells so natural, and it reminds me of Big Mac!

Ooo, Diary, I got to go, Big Mac just knocked on my room and said he finished making us dinner. We’re having apple slices, lettuce, sprouts, and alfalfa! Or at least, that what I think we’re having. I can smell those greens all from way over here on the other side of the apartment. Alright, enough writing, I’ll update you tomorrow~

November 27th
Hey Diary, I’m telling you, things are amazing right now! Last night we went to bed, and as soon as I saw Big Mac’s cock I realized I wanted to do something new. I told him to sit on the edge of the bed, and I got on my knees and starting licking his cock! Oh, Diary, I’ve never been so aroused in my entire life. I thought hand jobs were sensual, but this was something so much better! The smell and the feel of his cock on my tongue, wow, just wow.

I couldn’t realistically get that much of him in my mouth at once (he is huge after all) but I used my hands to massage his shaft while I sucked on the head. Eventually he came right in my mouth, and I swallowed as much as I could! After a pint or so though, the cum was just coming out so fast that I had to let him spurt out the rest on my face.

As dirty as I was, I didn’t want to take a shower. So I just sat there and used my fingers to clean my face and swallowed every drop I could. Big Mac was so happy with me that he said we should take our love to the next level. I didn’t know what he meant by that, but I eagerly nodded and told him yes!

That was all last night. This morning I woke up to Big Mac licking my face with his big, sexy tongue. I giggled and we started making out. We really got into it, and I loved every second of it. Diary, have I ever told you how much I love the taste of his stallion saliva? It’s just so exotic! Anyway, after making out for a while I decided I wanted breakfast in bed, so I moved down his body and started licking his sweaty balls. It didn’t take long for my favorite cock to peak out of its sheath, and I quickly turned my attention to pleasuring that. It only took a minute or so for him to cum in my mouth, and this time I managed to swallow it all on the first try! Mmm, it was heavenly.

Anyway, after that my tummy was full, so I drove to work. When I got there I realized I wasn’t wearing any socks or shoes, but that was fine, walking barefoot felt really natural for some reason. I got a lot of stares at work, but no one confronted me about anything. Though, I do think someone was pulling a prank on someone at the office today. People were asking who brought a horse inside the building because the whole floor smelled like a barn. I didn’t see any horses though, so who knows what that was about.

Oh, and there was another odd thing! When I went to get coffee the secretary asked what I was using in my hair. I didn’t use anything though, was she just playing a joke on me? Bleh, I’m telling you, Diary, I don’t like all those people at work. Why can’t I just stay home and be with my Big Mac all day long? Mmm, man, that would be nice. It would really help with my cum cravings too. My body was just craving another load down in my belly. Thankfully, Mac was pretty understanding about it all after I told him how much I was looking forward to sucking his cock. And guess what he said? He told me we didn’t have to wait until bedtime!

I just about squee’d right there on the spot! I sucked him off right there in the living room. Afterwards, he kissed me and told me I could have him whenever I wanted. I’ve never been so happy before! I spent the entire afternoon naked, cuddling with Big Mac. In between our make out sessions he would tell me how much he loved me, and how much he wants me in his life. I would just giggle and tell him I loved him, all the while my hands would idly play with his gorgeous balls.

Mmm actually, Diary, all this talk about Big Mac has got me really aroused. I’m going to go get another taste of him. I’ll update you on things tomorrow!

November 28th

Hey Diary, things were really weird today. Well, not between me and Mac, things are great between us! It’s just, well, other things. I’ve been noticing a few things around here that aren’t making any sense.

For starters, my eyes were blue. Right? They were always blue. Well, not anymore, I have brown eyes. And then there’s my mane! Err, sorry, I mean my hair. My hair is getting crazy long, and it’s even growing out of the back of my neck now! Cosmetics aside, I also put on over 50 pounds in the last few days. It’s not fat though, I actually feel stronger and bulkier than before. But I haven’t been working out, so how did I gain all that muscle mass?

And I know it’s not just in my head. Today when I drove into work the security guy who looked at my ID badge didn’t let me through. He asked me who I was, and why was I trying to break into these offices. I tried explaining I was the person in the ID badge, but he wasn’t having any of it. He said it looked nothing like me and I didn’t match the descriptions for weight, height, and eye color.

Well, what could I do? They wouldn’t let me into work, so I drove back home. At least Mac was waiting for me there. He gave me a massage on the sofa and told me to relax, and everything would work out between us. I really hope it does. I’m fine with quitting my job, but will Mac still love me if I can’t pay the bills? What am I going to do if they kick me out of the apartment for not paying rent? Mac said not to worry, he said he had a plan, and if I loved him I would be safe with him.

I really do love him, I hope he truly feels the same way. I don’t know what I would do if he left me. I just... I need him! I love him so much and he understands me! I better go tell him what I feel and give him some pleasure. It’s the least I can do.

November 29th
Hey Diary... Um... guess who now has a tail?

Yeah, I could hardly believe it myself, but I grew one overnight. I was really, really scared at first, and I screamed when I saw it. That woke up Big Mac, and he was thrilled when he saw me with it. He said it was the most beautiful tail he has ever seen, and he thought it made me look even prettier in his eyes. Dawww, he’s such a sweetheart!

I guess I’m okay with having a tail if Big Mac really thinks it makes me look good. Since I don’t work anymore, I just spend my entire day, naked, in the house with Big Mac. So if he likes how it looks, that’s all that really matters. It’s not like anyone else is even going to see it on me.

November 30th
Hey Diary, another day at home. I stopped looking into mirrors, my body is getting stranger and stranger by the day. Would you believe me if I told you I had fur on my arms? Yeah, I have a light coat and yellow fur. I’d go see a doctor about it, but I think I’m too far gone now. My entire body feels different, and I’m scared of what’s going to happen to me.

Big Mac can tell I’m stressed, he keeps telling me to trust him, and everything will make sense in another day or so. I trust him, I really do. He’s been there for me everyday, and I know he wouldn’t lie to me. But still, I’m going to hold onto him extra tight tonight. I just don’t want him to leave me alone, looking like this.

December 1st
Hey Diary, sorry I’m writing less these days. It’s just getting really hard to hold this pen in my fingers for some reason. Not only that but—

“Hey, Sweetie Buns, what are you doing?” Big Mac trots over and kisses my neck.

I smile and kiss him back. “Hey there sexy, I was just writing in my diary.”

“Well can you put it away for a little bit? I want to try something new.”

“Oh course Mac!” I kiss him on his salty lips, then turn to my desk and close my diary. “What sort of thing did you want to try?”

He grins. “Get down on all fours, honey.”

I raise my eyebrows, “Ooo, something kinky? I like this idea.” I quickly get down on my hands and knees and smile at my lover. “Want me to suck you off while you stand over me?”

“Not quite. Let’s do something I’ve wanted to do for so long.” Mac trots around to my ass and starts licking my plothole.

I look back, surprised. I was almost exclusively the ‘catcher’ in this relationship. Mac licking my ass seemed out of character for our roles. “Honey? What are you doing? You know you don’t have to pleasure me like that.”

Mac lathers up my sphincter with more of his saliva. “Oh, this isn’t supposed to be pleasure, this is just lube.”

My eyes go wide as dinner plates and my tail jerks up. “Honey... we talked about this before. You’re far, far to big for me. I’m just a human, you won’t fit!”

He rubs a hoof over my fur covered legs. “You’re not really a human anymore, sweetie, look at your gorgeous flanks.”

“Aww...” I blush. It was always cute when Mac referred to parts of my body using pony anatomy terms. Come to think of it, he’s been doing that a lot these past few days. I suppose that makes sense, I do have a tail and fur covers over half my body.

“Sugar, I think you’re ready for me. You've gotten big yourself, we can finally do this.”

I look back at his erect cock and see him line it up with my ass. “If you say so, honeycrisp.”

“Tell me if it hurts too much.” Mac grunts as I feel him put his forehooves on my back and start to mount me.

“AAaahhhhhhhhhh~~~” My mouth drops open as I feel his hot, thick cock press into my body. I feel my ass open up for it, and it slides in an inch, then two, then three.

“Oh, sugar, you’re so tight.”

“It, ah! Oh God that feels so good!” I moan loudly as I feel the stallion cock slide past my second sphincter. Being penetrated was nearly indescribably, this was unlike anything I’ve felt before. It was like the pleasure of doing a good “number 2” but much deeper, and the fact that someone else was controlling it made it feel so amazing. My mouth opens on its own volition as I craved more. I so badly wanted to be used by him, “Fuck me harder, Mac, fuck me! Deeper!”

“Mmmhmm,” Mac grunts and plops his entire upper body on my back. A moment later he starts to pound his hips into mine, fucking me doggie style. Or rather, pony style.

“Oh yes, yes, yes!” I cry out in pleasure at being mounted like a fellow pony, on all fours and in this position. The feel of his cock ramming into me just enhances the pleasure I feel all over my body. From the top of my poll, down to my hooves, everything just feels perfect!

Wait, wait a second. Hooves? I glance down at my limbs.

“Um, Big Mac?” My ass continues to glow with pleasure as I look down at my hands, and I watch them turning into pony hooves before my very eyes. “...Mac?”

Mac hesitates. “Yeah, honey, I haven’t been 100% honest with you about why I came here.”

I put aside my own transformation questions and turn my head to look at his face as he continues to pound my ass. “You said you were looking for a wife.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not into mares, never was. I always loved stallions. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner, sweetie.”

“Oh, honeycrisp, I figured as much.” I lick his face, noticing that I at some point developed a pony muzzle and tongue.

Mac returns the gesture. “Well, the problem is, stallions are really rare in Equestria. It’s like 90% mares there.”

I frown. “That sounds horrible, how are you supposed to find a special somepony?”

Mac bites his tongue. “I asked Twilight that same question, and she had the idea to send me here. She said I could find someone who loved me, and then I could bring them back with me.”

My chin trembles. “Oh Big Mac, does that mean what I think it means?” My large, pony eyes well with tears.

Big Mac starts to cry as well. “I was too nervous to ask you about it before. But the more fun we had together, and the more we love we shared, I knew that you were the one I wanted to bring back with me.”

I feel his cock start to flare inside of me. “So, that’s why I was changing. You wanted to turn me into a stallion that you could bring back home with you!”

He cries a few tears of happiness. “Yes! And I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner, I was so scared you would say no. But what do you say? Will you be my special somepony? Will you be my stallion back in Equestria?”

For my answer I kiss him right on the lips, and I send my tongue to dance with his. Moments later, I feel him cum inside of me. We kiss in pure bliss for several seconds, and then my pony ears start to hear a crackle and a pop coming from my living room. “Honeycrisp, is that what I think it is?”

He nods. “Yes, sweetie, it is. It’s the portal back home.”

“A home for both of us?”

He licks my muzzle “Yep! And it has all the apples you could ever eat!”

I nuzzle him affectionately. “I only need one Apple in my life.”