Big Macintosh looked down at the coupon and sighed. He didn’t want to do this. Of course he couldn’t just go back to the farm and tell AJ that he hadn’t gone. He would never hear the end of it. The sign in the window said they were now open. He might as well go in, get the whole thing over with early, and then get back to work.

Big Mac picked the coupon back up and walked through the front door of Ponyville’s most luxurious spa.

There was a pretty little filly behind the counter. She was just a delicate little thing with a pink coat and a blue mane. She had probably never done a hard day’s work - let alone one of a farm - in her life. Big Mac bet she didn’t even have a single callous on those dainty little hooves of hers. She must have been French or something.

“Uhhh,” Big Mac drawled. “Excuse me?”

“Yes, sir? Can I help you?”

Big Mac knew she wasn’t French, based on her accent, but he couldn’t quite place where she was from. He set the coupon down on the counter.

“I got here a coupon? Says one half off regular spa service. I’d like one of those, please.”

“Very good, sir. And have you been a client with us before?”

“Nope. I’m just a simple farmer. Ah ain’t ever been to no fancy spa before, or any fancy big city thing, really. It really ain’t my thing, no offense intended. To be honest, I was a little skeptical coming here. It was my sister that made me do it. She came here maybe a few months back. Ah guess she enjoyed herself because when she came back she was grinning ear to ear. And she was darn near useless for the rest of the day. I told her I didn’t want to go on account of that, but she’s plenty bull-headed, and didn’t give me much choice in the matter.”

Aloe smiled. “No need to be shy about it. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself her at our spa. Your name was?”

“Uh, Big Macintosh.”

“Meester Macintosh, right this way please.” She led him through a swinging door. “Have a seat, please.” Big Mac sat down in a kind of reclining chair. His four legs were stuck up in the air. “First, we will give you a pedicure.”

“You’re kidding,” he said.

“No, why?”

“I wasn’t expecting no pedicure. Yer ... yer not going to paint my hooves too, are ya?”

“Ha, ha, no, Meester Mac. We will only file them and polish them. You can relax.”

“You sure?”

“Meester Mac, relaxing is exactly what you’re supposed to do here.”

It was a little hard for Big Mac to relax when she brought out the orbital sander. The crowbar she used to pry off his shoes was understandable, but when she put on the welding mask to protect her face from the sparks it seemed a little over the top.

Her sister came out to help her. She was just as pretty but her colors were reversed. Once they were done, and the blaring of the electric tools died away, Vera asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Honestly?” he asked. “More than a little silly.” He felt even sillier a little while later when they gave him a mud bath. He never did mind wallow in the mud too much, especially during a good game of pick-up hoofball late in the season when the rains came. Yet the idea of it being fancy, and paying money for it, insulted his sensibilities. He couldn’t see why AJ had enjoyed this so much.

After they showered all the mud off, they stuck him in the sauna. He sat and admired the carpentry of the cedar walls. It was much better craftsmanship than the smokehouse which he had built a couple of years ago. It was just as hot as his smokehouse and a whole lot muggier, but it lacked that rich smoky atmosphere.

They took him out a little later and had him take a dip in the cement pond. It wasn’t until they got him onto the massage table that he really began to understand what AJ had been raving about. It felt just wonderful. He had to give it to the twins, they knew how to work their hooves after all. He liked it best when they really dug their hooves in. He had big muscles, and they ran deep. Big Mac couldn’t remember the last time he felt so relaxed and so good.

After they were done with his back and flanks, they rolled him over to work on his chest. They were away for a moment to get massage oil or something out of a cabinet. Big Mac heard them whispering to each other in their native language. It sounded like maybe Danish, but he wasn’t sure. Then they started giggling to each other.

Big Mac found himself tensing up again. “Am ah supposed to do something other then lay here? Cause I feel a little foolish on account of y’all knowing something that I don’t know.”

“Oh, we are sorry, Meester Mac,” the pink-haired one said. “My seester and I were just discussing something. Your time at our spa is almost done now, and we are getting the sad. So we thought that maybe you would like to have the ‘Happy Ending’.”

“Oh no, I would not,” Big Mac said adamantly. “This is how they getcha. Get you in, get you all gussied up, then they sell ya the bells and whistles. I came in here for a regular service, with the coupon, and I ain’t payin’ one bit extra. Nosiree.”

“Oh, Meester Mac. You don’t understand. We like you as a custoomer very much. We were hoping, for repeat business, actually, so we thought we would give you a ‘Happy Ending,’ how you say, on the house? We were discussing which one of us would give you the ‘Happy Ending.’”

“Oh,” he said. “I didn’t mean to snap at ya. Free, you say? Well, if you want, why can’t you both give me the ‘Happy Ending?’” The twins looked at each other, smiled, and giggled. “What is the ‘Happy Ending’ anyhow?”

The twins giggled again. They decided to show him rather than explain it to him. The sister with the pink hair stepped over to the end of the table where his hind leg’s were sticking up. The one with the blue hair stepped over by his side. She lifted up a hoof, placed it over his sheath, and began to play with it. It was a big, soft, velvety piece of skin that folded and smooshed under the weight of her hoof. Big Mac threw his head back and moaned, instantly knowing exactly what a Happy Ending was.

The pink haired one, the one with her face between his legs, she had a little tube of hot massage oil between the teeth. She stuck the tip over it over the top of his sheath. Then she squeezed. A long, thin gooey viscous cord of it dribbled out, and poured down into it where it pooled. His erection came sliding out a few seconds later, now covered slick with oil. Big Mac moaned again. It burned. It wasn’t a painful burning, but a wonderfully erotic burning. It was like biting into a meal with just enough chilies and it had just the right amount of heat, but now that heat was all over his dick.

The pony by his side placed her hooves on his cock, one hoof on the top side, the other half on the bottom. She was sliding them up and down the entire length of his shaft, from the base all the way up to the rim of his head. His cock was so slick with oil, her hooves just slid up and down frictionlessly. The more pressure she applied, the faster her hooves slid. Her sister got in on the action. She placed her hooves on the sides and jerked him off in time with her twin. Sometimes they would go up and down together, sometimes they would alternate, one going down while the other going up. Big Mac’s flanks would occasionally jerk and twitch in pure pleasure.

The pink haired one, Big Mac thought her name was Aloe, she took her hooves off his cock and started to play with his big pink balls. The edges of her hooves were coated with hot oil. Now the oil was rubbing off on his sack. It instantly got that burning, tickling sensation. His balls started to ascend up into his body in shock, but quickly descended again because it felt so good. She rolled them all around, sometimes hefting up one, sometimes the other, sometimes both. They were enormous, bigger than her own hooves.

The Happy Ending usually provided by the Lotus Sisters’ spa was a hoofjob, and no more. The client would get jerked off, cum in a warm towel, pay his bill, and be on his way. They rarely broke from this rule. Yet Big Mac’s cock was so big, such a perfect model of stallionhood, neither could resist.

“Meester Mac,” said the blue haired one. “Eets so big! I want... I want to kees it!”

So she bent her head down and kissed it. She kissed it right on the head, right where the little nub of flesh stuck out around the hole. She kissed, and pressed it between her lips, and ran her tongue around the edge of it, and even stuck her tongue a little inside. Then she sucked the whole head into her mouth. It was hot, but she didn’t mind. She gobbled it down her throat as far as she could. Her stretched lips made it about halfway, where that fleshy ring ran around his cock like a rib. Where she failed, her sister took over. She cocked her head, planted her lips on the base of his shaft, and sucked on him sideways. She ran her face up and down all of his shaft where her sister couldn’t reach.

Big Mac grunted in pleasure. It wasn’t the first time he had been sucked off by two fillies at the same time, but it had never been so expertly done before. Aloe backed off a bit, licked her stinging lips, then blew on his wet skin. Suddenly, his skin was icy cold at the same time that it burned. He gasped in surprise.

Aloe squealed, delighted that she could please him, but also because she was intensely frustrated. She hopped away from the table and turned around. She lifted her tail, exposing her bright pink pussy and ass. Her pussy was glistening and dripping wet. She flexed her muscles, twitching her large clit at him, trying to tempt him.

“Oh, Meester Mac. Please, fuck me, Meester Mac. I want you to fuck me so hard.” Big Mac tried to sit up, but her sister wouldn’t let him. She still had his cock stuffed halfway down her throat, and she was greedy with it. “Oh please, oh please, oh please,” Aloe begged.

Big Mac snorted, then placed his hooves on her sister’s bulging cheeks and slowly pulled her off. Big Mac hopped off of the table, then immediately hopped up on top of Aloe.

He lifted his cock up to her cunt, then immediately plunged the whole thing in between her flanks. She screamed in surprise and a little bit of pain. She had never taken such a large stallion before.

“Oh, it burns, Meester Mac. Oh, it burns so good. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Big Mac never hesitated. He was slamming it into her as hard as she could take it. Her whole body was shaking. Her butt slapped with each thrust, a ripple of shock ran up her curved round flank each time, and every time he slammed it home she let out a short, high-pitched scream.

Her sister was forced to watch. She didn’t even realize it, but her own tail was raised high in the air, on instinct and in lust. Her hips were shaking back and forth; she had her front hoof shoved back between her hind legs, playing with herself while she watched her sister getting fucked by the biggest cock she had ever seen. She couldn’t take it anymore.

Vera walked up and pushed herself up to Aloe’s side. She rubbed her flank across Aloe’s, as if trying to bump her sister out of the way. “Fuck me, Meester Mac. Fuck me instead. I want you so bad. My pussy is even better than my seester’s.”

Taking her on her word, he pulled out of the first one, hopped over, and stuck it in the second one. Now she moaned in pleasure as he pounded away. Big Mac wasn’t sure if she was any better, but she was at least her sister’s equal, and that was pretty damn good.

Now it was Aloe’s turn to be impatient. She clopped her hooves loudly on the floor, one hoof at a time. She shook her mane in frustration. She slapped her flank up against the fucking couple. Big Mac fucked the second sister for a few minutes before switching back to the first one. After awhile, he switched again. Big Mac lost track of which sister was which, and how many times he had fucked the other. One was blue with a pink mane, the other was pink with a blue mane. He knew he liked to fuck them, and he knew they loved his cock. Each time he fucked them, he fucked for a shorter and shorter period. Sometimes he only used a few dozen thrusts before switching to the other sister.

The twins started to cum. He would be fucking one, and her screams would become garbled. Her body would writhe and he could feel her clit rubbing around, her muscles contracting around his shaft. When she was done cumming, he switched over to the other sister and then she would quickly cum too. Now he was confused about how many orgasms they were having. They were each having multiple orgasms, three, maybe four. Rapidfire orgasms, one right after the other.

He was fucking the blue one with the pink hair when her sister must have decided she had enough. She left her sister’s side, turned around, and went behind Big Mac to suck on his balls while he fucked her sister. The sisters rarely made love together. That had been more of their thing when they were teens and experimenting. Now her nose was inches from her sister’s pussy. She watched his big fat cock driving in between her pussy lips. Sucking on his balls wasn’t easy. Each filled her mouth, but he had given her so much, she wanted to repay him in pleasure. She heard her sister talk to him while she sucked his nuts.

“Meester Mac. You fuck so good. How much longer can you last? When will you pop?”

“Any time you want, sweetheart. Just tell me where and when.”

The sister with his nuts in her mouth let the go with a wet smack. She ran around and sat down in front of them. “Right here, Meester Mac, oh please. Right on my face. Please?”

No sooner had he dismounted than the sister he had just been fucking sat right down next to her. They pressed their cheeks together, both wanting him to blast them in the face. He reared up on his hind legs, neighed wildly, and shot his load. Great thick white ropes of hot semen shot out of his dick and landed all over their eager, open-mouthed faces. He shot a number of spurts. Their faces were covered with it by the time he got back down on all fours.

As he came down from his orgasm, he watched in amusement as the two twin sisters made out. They kissed. They licked his seed off their faces, swallowed it, and shared it with each other.

They all dove into the pool to cool off. Their weightless bodies drifted as they caressed and groped each other. The sisters started chattering away in their language and taking occasional glances at him. It was obvious they were talking about him.

“What is it you fillies are up to now?” he asked.

“We had a question, how often do you think you would be able to do what you just did?”

“Dunno, I guess my personal record is maybe half a dozen.”

“Oh my.”

“Before lunch.

Their eyes bulged. “Meester Mac, as luck would have it, me and my seester have been discussing expanding our business. We were thinking of adding a position, and we were wondering if you might be interested in applying for the job.”

“But I’m just a just a simple farmer.”

“You’re more than that, Meester Mac,” the other sister said. “You’re are a perfect lover. A fantastic stud.”

“But I don’t know anything about massaging or pedicuring or... Did you just say stud?”

“We want you to be a, how you say, gigolo. We get a lot of lonely female clients. You could satisfy their needs wonderfully.”

“You want to pay me to fuck your clients?”

“Fuck them just like you fucked us. We’d all be reech.”

“And mares, right? You’re only talking about mares.”

“Yes, of course. Some might be a little older. Some might be a little chubby. Is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all,” Big Mac said. He thought about it for a moment, then laughed. “Nah, nah, forget it. I’m just a farmer. It’s a full time job as it is. I should already be getting back.”

“We can pay you a thousand beets, Meester Mac.”

Big Macintosh thought a while longer then shook his head. “We could really use an extra thousand bits a month out on the farm, but I think I’d just be over worked.”

They looked at each other and then back at him. “No, Meester Mac, we can pay you a thousand beets per day.”

They both struggled to pull Big Mac out of the pool and give him mouth to mouth when he passed out in shock. The worried faces of the twins came into focus as he looked up at the ceiling. Fuck the apples, Big Macintosh had finally found his purpose in life.

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