Author's Notes:

Warning: More than a little gay out of nowhere, starting about halfway through.

Hopefully this would be the last time I walked out of a place with a staggering gait.

My libido was shot. Even with hours of free time, I couldn't think of a single sexy way to spend it. That in itself was a good thing – it meant a break from the temptations of the last day or so – but since it had been my compass for as long as… pretty much from the beginning, suddenly not having it had me up a river without a paddle.

"Pascaaaaal!" I heard from somewhere up above me.

I looked up just in time to nearly get bowled over by a flying, topless mare. Thankfully, she just stopped short, sending her big, naked boobs wobbling in just the right way to make me… not react at all. Dammit.

"Derpy?"

It was her, alright. Hard to miss. She still had her delivery cap and pants and bag, but she had completely divested of anything that could possibly cover up those unminimized gazongas.

"Yep!" the wall-eyed anthro mare replied with a big ol' grin. "Just wanted to say hi and thank you!" She jiggled her huge breasts in front of me, knowing full well that I wouldn't be able to look away. "I used your permission, and guess what? It completely worked!"

"I… can see that!" I tried to say evenly. I was too sore to get aroused, but I was definitely getting a little excited for other reasons; this was very useful data. "Tell me more."

"Well, almost nopony reacted or even commented on it. I got some weird looks, but those were mostly ponies who hadn't known I'd been minimizing. There were a few ponies who came up to me and asked why I was naked, not in a mean way, but more like, 'Huh? Why?' And I said, 'Oh, the human, Pascal, said I could.' And they just accepted that!" She clasped her hands excitedly. "I'm topless and big-boobed and no one minds!"

Then she flew forward and gave me a big smooch on the lips, crushing her breasts against me. It lasted for only a quick moment, but it left me in a daze.

"Thank you, Pascal," she said again.

I cleared my throat. "Uh, so… Nopony minds, a couple of them asked questions, you telling them I gave you permission reinforced the effect…" I considered her for a long moment. "What are YOUR thoughts on this?"

"Oh, me? Well, there's a part of me that thinks there's nothing special about you telling me I can be naked whenever I want…" Derpy gave me a conspiratorial grin. "But the part of me that knows about your spell thingy? It's reeeeally excited. 'Cause if I think about it really hard, I can remember what the regular reaction should be, and the difference just drives me… mmmph, wild."

Derpy started to caress her big breasts right in front of me, right in the middle of the street, in plain view of passersby. I chuckled awkwardly. "Well, uh, that was basically my experience yesterday. It's a trip, huh?"

"Oh, totally!" She sighed and let go of her boobs, which came to a rest in a heavy but perfectly rounded shape that didn't affect her hovering at all. "I totally get what you were talking about now. It's great!"

"Well, enjoy it as much as you like," I said. "I'm still trying to adjust, myself."

"Sure. Well, just wanted to say thanks a lot, Pascal. I've gotta get back to my route." Derpy flew upwards for a second, then dropped back down to me. "Oh, one more thing! A couple of mares asked if they could go topless too, and I said I didn't know if you thought it was okay. Is there a way to make that happen?"

I went a little pale at the image Derpy was describing. A group of mares asking aloud if they could get rid of their clothes, too, and then walking around town topless or naked like it was nothing. I could just walk around town, and every so often I'd run into a big, naked set of breasts, just hanging out without a fuss.

"Um… Wow. That is tempting," I admitted.

Derpy blushed. "I know. But some of the ponies who asked – I know they would feel much better if they didn't have to pretend like their… assets didn't exist. You and me, we could make a bunch of ponies a lot more comfortable, and nopony would mind. So… can we?"

Insanity. That was the only reason. I had gone insane and started hallucinating. There was no way I was this fucking lucky.

I squinted hard, and fought back my imagination. She had a point, but I didn't want to go overboard. "Um… Alright, this should be a special exception thing. If there are a bunch of naked mares walking around Ponyville, I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. So… go case-by-case. If it seems like it would really make a personal improvement in their mood and their lives, go for it. But don't give it to everypony."

Despite my restrictions, my words made Derpy's eyes light up. "So… I have permission to give permission?!"

I took a deep breath. "If you follow those guidelines, yes."

She gave me another crushing titty hug. "Thank you, thank you!" She pulled away again, but not as much as last time, keeping her breasts in contact with my upper chest. "Um… Gosh, can't believe I'm saying this, but is there anything I can do to…" She pressed herself against me a little harder, her nipples thickening up rapidly. "…thank you?"

I gulped.

"Sorry, but… This has been exciting me since last night, and… I know that we could do it right here and nopony would mind…!"

"Nnnngh," I groaned in anguish. "Derpy… I'm sorry, but Twilight just took 'samples' from me and went way overboard. The tank is empty!"

Derpy regarded me with a mix of pity and disappointment. "Awww… Okay…"

God, there was no resisting those eyes. They filled me with sudden determination, and my hands found my way to the sides of her bare tits, causing her to moan.

"Ah… ah…!"

"Consider this my rain check!" I half-shouted, before lifting one breast to my face and latching onto a nipple. A few hard sucks later, and I was enjoying fresh pony milk to wash down my pancake breakfast.

Derpy landed on the ground to keep her balance. "Nnnn! Pascal… Master…!" She looked around frantically. "There are ponies around… They can see me…!"

I pulled off and swallowed my current mouthful of milk. "Yeah. Welcome to me, yesterday." I switched sides and sucked on her other breast, which was already dripping from my hand stimulation but felt just as full as the other one. Part of me was glad I hadn't asked for more pancakes; I had more room for this!

"Ohhhhh, Luuuunnaaa!" Derpy cried out. "Oh gosh, they can see us, but… Ah, some of them are turning away! They don't care! You're milking me to an orgasm in the middle of the street and they just… just…!"

Her babbling reached a fever pitch, and suddenly her breasts wobbled and went into milk-production overdrive. Derpy collapsed against me, and I did my best to soften the fall as she pushed me to the ground, her tits smothering my head and shoulder. The last shock seemed to send her over the edge, and she started bucking her hips against my leg, moaning out for all the street to hear. I gulped down as much milk as I could, switching from one areola to the other until her rivers of milk finally ran mostly dry.

As she slowly came down, I licked my lips of any excess milk. It was still amazingly delicious and nutritious, even though I was expecting it this time. I had to wonder what the culture around breastfeeding was in this world – this stuff seemed to have everything a person needed, and some mares produced so much of it!

Derpy's breasts stopped shuddering and she collapsed against me, pushing her tits into the grass on either side of my head. "Ohhhh… That was even more amazing than last time…"

I parted her tits just enough to peek out and see her face. "Didn't take you for an exhibitionist," I mumbled, my voice slightly muffled by boob.

"You're NOT?!" Derpy exclaimed. "How?! It's… such a wonderful feeling…!"

"Hey, it's hot, but the main thing is you liked it, and I liked that you liked it so much," I explained. "I guess you could say... giving ladies strong orgasms is a new fetish of mine." The word 'ahegao' came to mind, but I didn't say it. I removed my hands from her tits and let them smother me again. This right here? This moment? This was nice.

Sadly, they were lifted away from me as Derpy, panting for breath, rose up to a sitting position. "Oooooh. You're too good, Pascal. Too good to me." She reached for the mound between her legs, groaning as she realized she'd drenched her panties and stained her work pants. She got up and slipped them off, hanging them over her arm. "Seriously… If this is what you're like with me, I can't wait to see you at Pinkie Pie's welcome party…"

My head rose up in alarm. "What?"

Derpy panicked. "Oh shoot! Uh, have a good day! Bye!" She zoomed up into the air and out of earshot.

I stayed where I was on the ground, looking skyward as her curvy naked form took flight and rode the air currents to another part of Ponyville. I was painfully non-aroused, covered in quantities of milk, and slightly confused. Pinkie Pie's party? Was she going to be there? And what did all this have to do with it?

I was suddenly looking very forward to that party.

Even more confusingly, after Derpy left I heard the sounds of clapping from several places around me. I got up and looked around to find I'd gained the attention of a small audience, and they were all quietly clapping or cheering – not uproariously, but merely as though I'd performed some public magic trick or something.

Chuckling nervously, I brushed some of the milk off my shirt and took a bow. "Uh, thank you, thank you! I… guess that was impressive?"

"It certainly was."

"Yes, most entertaining."

Most of the ponies turned away and moved on after my 'victory speech,' but a couple of them stayed behind. I turned towards the two accented voices and found myself staring at the spa twins, mirror images of loveliness smiling at me. Their figures were about the same; hourglasses with head-sized breasts, thin waists, and wide hips, all contained within white one-piece dresses that left their silky arms bare and highlighted their incredible curves.

And they were approaching me to speak. I had to mentally reboot a bit to not look like a doting fool. "Uh… That's nice. How so, exactly? I didn't mean to put on a show…"

"It's more the principle," the pink spa pony replied.

"Yes. A stallion driving their marefriend to… well, satisfaction, without so much as undressing or getting anything in return?" The blue one blushed but gave me an encouraging smile. "I'd say you earned some respect today, from the stallions and mares who saw it. Selflessness in matters of love is a treasured quality."

I shrugged helplessly. "Don't give me too much credit… I would've taken some pleasure if I could, but I was exhausted. Just… totally drained."

The sisters – I assumed they were sisters – gave each other a conspiratorial look, communicating with their eyes as though it were telepathy. They looked back to me in unison, and the blue spa pony offered her hand. "Lotus Blossom."

I shook it, and the pink pony followed up. "Aloe."

"Pascal," I replied. "Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all ours," Lotus said in a tone designed to butter me up for a sale. "Pascal, we were just on our way to open the Ponyville Day Spa. Such a chivalrous human, so exhausted, so early in the morning; that is just not acceptable, don't you think?"

"We have but one appointment for the morning," Aloe explained. "Plenty of room for a walk-in, if you are interested."

It was hard not to listen to their sexy accents and not imagine some kind of 'happy ending' scenario, but I quickly realized that this could be exactly what I needed. Without my libido in play, this was a perfect opportunity to relax, kill time, and deal with the stress that had been building up since my arrival in Equestria. I smirked at the spa ponies and said, "Sure, but only if you don't mind making my treatment complimentary."

The spa ponies looked crestfallen for a second – Aloe in particular – but they seemed to come to terms with it quickly and went back to smiling. "Of course, Mr. Pascal," Lotus agreed. "That should be no problem at all."

"A human who's been through so much deserves some good karma," Aloe reasoned.

The three of us started off down the street to the spa. I took the opportunity to ask some questions, since I'd never been in a spa before. They gave me what seemed like their standard customer pitch; how their spa had a wide variety of services ranging from massages to skin treatments to salon care. They described a few of the treatments, some of which sounded perfect for my flabby body.

I had to wonder aloud at the point of some of it, though. It seemed like every mare I met already looked flawless and beautiful in their own way. What could a spa treatment possibly do to improve on that?

They replied that while, yes, most mares didn't worry about their bodies from a medical or maintenance point of view, the spa ponies had no shortage of paying clients who wanted to go above and beyond the already stellar average. Softer skin. Luxurious hair. Every last detail primped and pampered to perfection.

To demonstrate the long-term effects of regular spa treatments, they had no problem letting me feel their bare arms and hands, which were exceptionally smooth and silky to the point of opening up a whole new realm of erotic interest. It was a compelling argument.

And it wasn't helping my anti-erection.

Thankfully, we arrived at the spa shortly after that, and the twins opened up the store. As they turned the lights on and started their setup, I found myself in a very welcoming lobby. The theme of the decor was flowers, and the colors were bright and energizing. I knew in the back of my mind that any decent spa would have its front-end designed to evoke a certain kind of mood, but I found myself interested in how well it did its job.

I took a seat on a bench and picked up a pamphlet with a list of services. Since I was getting this for free, it was hard not to go for the most expensive packages, but I tried to actually consider what I actually wanted in the time I had.

While I was still considering, the bell over the door rang. It had to be the single appointment they'd mentioned.

A red brick wall of a stallion in a flannel shirt and overalls walked through.

"Ah, Big Macintosh!" Lotus called out from behind the counter. "Here for the 9:30?"

"Eeyup."

"Excellent. We'll be ready to receive you shortly."

Then the tall, broad stallion looked around and noticed me. We made eye contact and lingered for a little while. Our relationship before the Normal had been… strained, at best.

Here and now, however, Big Mac just regarded me for a few moments longer and then took a seat on the bench next to me. He looked straight ahead, not really paying me much mind.

I let out a sigh of relief.

From this angle, however, I had a close-up view of the crotch pouch built into his overalls. It was truly massive, resting on his thighs as he sat. It gave away no specific shape, but the sheer bulk of the cock and balls contained within had to be ridiculous.

Why was I staring at a stallion's junk? I looked up to see Big Mac catching me in the act and probably wondering the same thing.

I glanced away. "Sorry."

Big Mac had no comment.

My eyes found their way back, though. It was just so… there. The pouch nearly extended as far as his knees, and his thighs were lifting it up so that it basically dominated the central portion of his lap. To have it presented so casually, to know this was the norm around here…

It was hard to describe the way this fueled my lust. I just didn't swing that way, no matter how curious I was, not while boobs existed and not while the thought of putting anything in my rear remained a complete boner killer. But big dicks like that… They stimulated my imagination.

I wanted that big package to be my own. I could only imagine the sexual escapades someone like Big Mac was capable of, and so I would. I'd imagine a pony like Big Mac or some other absurdly well-hung character in my fantasies, and then I'd put myself in their place, with a dick of their size.

Women with big boobs, me with a big cock… Both essential components of my juvenile dreams. And even the stallions here seemed designed to appeal on that level.

So it was lust, of a sort, and envy; but not directed at them. Just toward the very concept of 'bigger is better.'

Big Mac had caught me staring again, and I just shrugged this time. "I'm not really into colts, but…" I spread my legs a bit and gestured. "Well, look at me. I'm average for my species, you know that? It's hard to look at you guys and not be a little envious."

The big red stallion got a bit flustered, to my surprise. "Oh," was all he said in that deep bass of his. He went back to looking straight ahead.

I was Normal, but I had the sense to realize that Big Mac was probably shy and that I'd brought up a potentially sensitive subject. "Sorry. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. Especially before your spa appointment."

Big Mac just nodded.

It was coming up on the time to start, so Lotus approached us. "Pascal, have you decided on what service you want?"

I pointed to a spot on the pamphlet. "I'll go for the, uh, Paradise in Ponyville Deluxe Special, I guess." I couldn't resist; I had to go for the total package treatment. Sauna, massage, seaweed wrap, salon, facial – I was going to get everything worked on and revitalized for a little under three hours. I'd compared the prices; individually, that was over 500 bits of work, and even the package deal only dropped it to about 350. Yet I was getting it pro bono.

I took a mental note: Find a way to pay Lotus and Aloe back. Getting a free combo meal was one thing…

"Excellent choice," Lotus replied with a smile. "No doubt exactly what you need. And you, Big Macintosh; your sister arranged for just the sauna and the massage."

"Eeyup."

Lotus considered us for a moment. "Hmm. Since your treatments overlap, we can tend to you two as a group for that portion, if it doesn't bother you. Though you would be nude or at least partially undressed for a portion of it. We also have plenty of space to keep you separate if that makes you more comfortable."

I looked up at the pony about a head taller at me, and he looked down in return. I shrugged at him; I didn't mind spending time with the gentle giant now that it didn't look like he had a reason to punch me into next week.

Big Mac shrugged back at me.

"Sure," I said to Lotus. "We'll go as a group."

"Very well. Follow me, please."

We got up, and Lotus led the two of us to a changing room where we could store away our clothes and put on the complimentary Ponyville Spa bathrobes. Each of us went behind a folding screen to swap clothing. I couldn't help but notice that the robes by default were very large – I ended up having to ask for one of the smallest sizes they had, since I had neither a huge rack nor immense package to cover up. Thankfully, we ended up finding something that fit me perfectly.

I stepped out from behind the folding screen around the same time as Big Mac. He'd had the total opposite problem; he needed the biggest they'd had. Fortunately, the spa was nothing if not accommodating, and he'd been able to find something that managed to cover his entire bulging frame and reach down to his ankles. I noticed he wasn't bulging it out so much, so… was he letting his endowments just hang, now?

We packed away our clothes into nearby lockers and followed Lotus through the facility. A hallway and a corner separated the lobby from an immense central atrium of sorts, containing the main bath, massage, and salon facilities. Branching off from that were more specialized rooms, one of which Lotus was leading us to: a sauna room.

She gave us the basic pitch on how it worked since neither of us had experienced this before, then retrieved a set of towels. "Now, it's standard for me to accompany you as your saunameister, but I can just as easily leave you be and let you manage the temperature yourselves."

Big Mac thought for a second, then shook his head. "Nope."

"You'd prefer to maintain your privacy, you mean?"

"Eeyup."

Lotus looked at me expectantly, and I shrugged. The thought of Lotus getting sweaty with us appealed to me on a very specific level, but with my dick out of service there wasn't much point to getting all worked up about it. "Sure, we'll go it alone."

We went into the sauna room, already filled with a dry heat. Lotus showed me where the water and heated rocks were, and demonstrated how to use them to create steam and keep the heat of the room at an optimal level. "That's all you need to do. I'll check on you every 10 minutes until your time is up. And let us know if you start feeling dehydrated; we have drinking water available if you need it. Other than that, enjoy!"

Lotus closed the sauna doors, leaving Big Mac and I alone in the now quite hot room. Turning away from each other, we disrobed and wrapped towels around ourselves. I sat down on one side of the room carefully, expecting to be burned a bit, but the wooden benches turned out to be reasonably cool.

I looked back to Big Macintosh. Without his clothes or his robe, his towel only served to keep his massive endowments modest. The rest of him was a bodybuilder's dream.

The stallion cut an astounding figure the likes of which I'd never seen before. He was broad and tall and his muscular definition was without flaw. Thick, corded muscle in his neck. Huge, firm pecs. Washboard 8-pack abs. Bulging biceps. Even with the towel covering his lower half, what little I could see of his calves looked big enough to kick down trees. He didn't look freakishly emaciated like some bodybuilders could get, either. He had just enough bulk to go with the muscle to imply that his incredible strength came from a hearty diet and daily hard work. And on top of all that, the face above all that was downright handsome, rugged, and approachable.

You'd think I'd get more jealous, but it was Big Mac. Hard to stay mad at the guy.

I looked down at my own half-naked body. Flab, flab, flab. Practically atrophied except for my pear-like middle. "Note to self: Get a personal trainer," I thought aloud.

Big Mac adjusted slightly, trying to reduce his profile to me and failing.

Now that I was done taking in all that was the big red stallion, a thought occurred to me. "Wait… You asked Lotus to go away, but we're still here together. You're more comfortable with me than her?"

The stud looked away awkwardly. "Eeyup."

"Are… you attracted to stallions?"

Big Mac jumped a little, but shook his head. "Nope." I tried to detect any signs of denial, but he sounded confident enough to be telling the truth.

"You're definitely attracted to mares."

He nodded repeatedly. "Eeyup."

"So… It's just a matter of being more comfortable with me personally than her professionally."

After a few seconds of thinking about it, his response was, "Eeyup."

"Well, that's progress I guess," I muttered. I adjusted a bit as the heat started to make me sweat in full force. "Hohh. I gotta tell ya, you were the scariest guy I'd ever met for a while, and all you'd ever done was glare in my general direction. Couldn't blame you, being… protective of Applejack like a big brother should." It'd been hard not to stare whenever that particular pair of apples were in town. "But now, though: Are we cool?"

Big Mac took a deep breath of the hot air and, for the first time since we arrived, seemed to visibly relax. "Eeeeeyup."

I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "Good." I leaned back and relaxed against the wall.

Getting sweated out kinda felt nice in a sapping sort of way, but there was a part of me that was getting a little too sweaty. Without saying anything as warning, I decided to just throw off the towel, set it under me, take off my underwear, and let my crotch breathe as easily as the rest of me. I watched for Big Mac's reaction, and other than a little curiosity towards my smaller package, he didn't seem to mind at all.

My prick was still in its soft, compact state, which hardly looked like anything at all. "It, uh, gets about six inches erect," I said to Big Mac, feeling the need to clarify for some reason. "That's a pretty average human size. Probably nothing at all compared to ponies, and definitely not to someone at the top of the curve like you, I bet."

Big Mac nodded stiffly, but didn't seem keen on giving me a verbal – or visual – confirmation.

I had no followup to that, so we returned to silence. I busied myself in actively relaxing and occasionally pouring another dose of water onto the rocks to generate more steam. The room was quiet and tranquil, probably even soundproofed against any outside noise. I was really starting to get into it. And so was Big Mac, it seemed. His eyes were closed and his hands were behind his head.

After a while, the door opened a crack and Lotus stuck her head in, not reacting at all to my nudity. "Ah, good, the temperature is just right. Is there anything I can do to improve this for the two of you?"

"Nnnope," Big Mac replied contentedly.

"Nah, we're good."

The spa pony smiled and closed the door again. For another couple of minutes, I tried to relax and wait for something to happen… Why was I waiting for something to happen?

I grimaced as I realized what my unconscious mind was up to. I was severely curious about Big Mac's hyper-dick now, and I'd been on the lookout for an opening to see it. But between his natural shyness and orientation, there was no way it was going to happen organically. By default, he was simply more comfortable sitting in the sauna with the towel on.

A number of scenarios ran through my head; a variety of ways I could persuade him to be more comfortable for me or outright show off for me. But I didn't want to have a lasting impact on his personality, so after a while I decided on the truth.

"Hey, Big Mac…"

He opened his eyes and regarded me stoically.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just deathly curious about our differences now. I know it's not your thing, but… Would you mind… helping me… compare… down there?" Not exactly eloquent, in retrospect, but at least it was honest.

A painful silence followed as he mulled over my request. He looked more than a little hesitant, but then…

He stood up, removed the towel, spread it across the wooden bench behind him, and then tugged on his overstuffed boxers. After a bit of shoving and adjusting, they came all the way down. He then set them aside and sat back down, utterly nude.

My jaw fell open. Yep, that was an enormous horsedick.

Before I had the conscious idea to, I was already moving to seat myself right next to the naked stallion. Big Mac shied away just a little bit as I sat back down, but didn't stop me from getting into position to observe every detail close-up.

I took a deep breath, and I caught the scent of apples, soil, and male musk, made all the more cloying by the heat. I was starting to go a little crazy, but considering this was the other half of a lot of my fantasies, I wasn't terribly surprised.

The length of it, still soft, was ridiculous. Without the confinement of clothes, the red shaft curved over his testicles – which had to be the size of volleyballs, packed into a smooth, soft scrotum – and drooped down to where the flare-shaped head hung below his knees. It had a thick medial ring that was situated just past the edge of his balls. The thickness? I'd need one and a half hands to get around it, easily, and it was still soft and malleable. I could only hope he was more a shower than a grower.

"E-Eeeeyup," Big Mac mumbled, as if to say 'yep, there it is.'

I noticed how he was scooted back and spreading his legs so that his heavy balls could rest on the bench. "So, uh…" I started hesitantly. My mouth was dry, so I swallowed. "Do… Do they chafe at all? When you walk? I'd imagine, at that size…"

Big Mac shook his head slowly. "Nnnope."

That was what the pouch in their clothing was for, I realized. It project and support them so that the larger stallions didn't get crushed between their thighs or bumped around too much by their knees. But wait, they didn't really need the support, did they? It was like the mares' magical, titantic breasts – they didn't stretch, sag, bruise, cause any back pain… I had no trouble believing at this point that a full-grown stallion's sack was probably bulletproof.

I half-considered breaking away to put on some more steam or something, but then I decided I was heated enough. "Okay, Big Mac… I'm probably going to touch it."

Though he still looked sheepish, not only did the big lug not object, he spread his legs a little wider to give his dick more clearance.

I reached out and grasped it, laying my hand across the top of the shaft, a little bit below the middle. Big Mac gasped and groaned. I moved my hand back and forth as if I was petting it, my hand rolling over the bump of the medial ring, getting a feel for the unfamiliar anatomy. My other hand reached down to his balls and cupped one of them from beneath, a futile task that resulted in my fingers getting smothered by sloshing, sweaty ballsack.

Big Mac seemed to be trembling, especially around his pelvic area. Couldn't really blame him; this was basically the restaurant situation in reverse, but with the same principle: 'Congratulations! You're getting stroked off by a stranger out of nowhere!'

Then I realized what was going on with him down there. "Uh, Mac, uh… If you're holding back, don't feel like you have to. I kinda want to see…"

The huge stallion gasped and suddenly lost all tension in his pelvis. At the same time, the length of dick I was touching started to move away from me, fattening up. I pulled my hands away and just watched for a little while. I could almost see every pulse of pressure firming up his dick, straightening it out, raising it up until it was level with his knees… then a little bit higher…

I had to wonder how turned on Big Mac was, how much lust he was holding back, because he went from totally soft to rock hard in less time than I was expecting. And rock hard was an apt description; when I went to feel it again, it had lost all of its prior floppiness. It had only gained a bit of extra thickness compared to its soft state, but the sheer firmness of it completely changed its presence. The blood pumping through this thing had to be unreal, impossible even, but I was staring at a completely erect dark red horsecock that had to be as long as…

How long was it, anyway? It looked all-consumingly big up close, but I had no idea how that converted to… feet, let alone inches. All I had to work with was the comparison to his body, and even that was obscene. It looked as if, were it to be pressed flush against his chest, it would probably still poke an inch or two above his mane, covering most of his face in the process. Big Mac's cock was so big that autofellatio looked like a challenge without really bending the fucking thing.

I was so fucking jealous. And aroused. I shifted closer to Big Mac, rubbing against his side. If I did that, I could get that dick closer to the center of my view, so I could pretend for one feverish second that it was mine… Although in a certain sense it was mine – mine to play with.

"Well, here we are," I said breathily. "Probably gonna stroke you to…" I stumbled over the words coming out of my mouth. "...to orgasm now. Hope you don't mind."

Big Mac took in a shuddering breath, and groaned out, "Nnoooope."

I put my hands on the beast, and at first it seemed daunting. This had to be over three feet of thick cock to work with. I gave it a few double-handed strokes.

The red stallions hands panicked for a few seconds, not sure where to put them, before finally deciding to land behind him so he could lean back and give me some more room. He groaned as I ran a hand up and down the softer underside, and I could feel a tiny pulse as a stream of precum escaped from the slit at the top and dripped down the shaft, coating some of my fingers in the process.

I winced. Somehow I'd irrationally hoped to avoid getting any fluids on me, but I was too far gone now. My only hope now was to… make him cum soon and get it over with, I guess? My priorities were getting weird in this situation.

In this position, stroking Big Mac's humongous dick as though it were my own, I thankfully had a secret weapon of sorts. A masturbatory technique for when just stroking and squeezing wasn't really enough for me.

I wrapped my hands around the shaft from both sides and started tapping my middle three fingers gently and rhythmically against the spongy tube along the bottom of his cock while my thumbs rubbed along the top in circles. Since there was so much to cover compared to my own dick, I also periodically switched the positions of my hands to stimulate a new section of the stallion's cock.

This got Big Mac going quickly. The relative trickle of precum had increased to a periodic pumping, globs of it either spilling onto the wood flooring or making a valiant effort to drench the considerable surface area of the shaft. I could hear Big Mac panting, feel him shaking… I panicked, speeding up my ministrations to get him over the edge faster…

With a strangled, sustained roar, Big Mac's hips pumped with incredible force, nearly throwing me off in the process. In that same motion, his humongous balls pulled tight, his shaft bulged with the first shot of seed that took agonizing seconds to travel from the base to the now super-wide flare…

An inch-thick stream of gelatinous semen rocketed out of the tip of that cock, currently pointed at an upward angle towards the other side of the room. It crossed the entire distance without even trying and splatted against the opposite wall. The stream of cum, all still the first shot of his fresh orgasm, sustained itself for a few moments before there was finally a pause. Then the second shot came, adding to that mess. Then the third, then the fourth. I stopped counting the seconds as his orgasm threatened to drag on to a minute without losing intensity…

I barely noticed the door to the sauna opening. Lotus stuck her head in, saying, "How are you doing in–" and that's as far as she got. She stumbled upon the sight of me jerking off Big Mac to a nonstop climax and was transfixed.

It had to be over a minute now. The wall across from us and the bench beneath it were completely drenched, and only then did Big Mac's cumshots start to die down. His dick jerked up and vibrated, sending cum spraying haphazardly. Some of it landed on the hot rocks, the liquid component evaporating immediately and filling the room with Big Mac's inescapably male scent.

Finally, Big Mac let out a sigh, and his pulsing dick at last calmed down. It had only softened a bit, though – no doubt that with just a bit of stimulation, he could get back up for another round in no time. Fucking pony stamina.

Lotus cleared her throat, and we looked at her. Her face was practically turning purple with the red of her blush mixing in. She pulled back outside and shouted, "Aloe! Bring the mop! And some towels! And bring in the hose from outside!"

Both Mac and I had the decency to act sheepish as the spa twins came in and started cleaning up after that epic cumshot. I looked down at my hands, the perpetrators of this mess. There were still remnants of thick cum that had dribbled onto the shaft and my petrified fingers.

It was with more than a little trepidation that I raised them in front of my face, sniffing them a bit. Didn't smell all that bad… Well, fuck it. This was the last piece of data I needed to satisfy my curiosity, and I'd had multiple mares ingest MY cum… Quid pro quo, I thought, and I stuck a finger in my mouth.

Okay. Not bad at all. Sweet. Fruity, even. Downright tasty.

It wasn't the gateway to cockslut-dom I had feared/read/imagined. It was better than tolerable, sure, but there was no awakening desire to get more and more. In fact, the revelation about the taste was more than a little troubling.

I now had a fairly extensive picture of the more nuanced sexual characteristics of ponies. I'd been treated to a smorgasbord of carnal delights that pleased all the senses. Wonderful scents, delicious tastes, exquisite sensations, and of course the sights that had tempted me so much in the first place. There wasn't a single thing about these ponies, not one mechanism or characteristic, that was not ideal for the purpose of fucking, except maybe for their culture and attitudes about it.

Individually, it was fantastic, but as a whole, it was worrying. Like when a nice student gets 100% on all his tests for the year – you'd like to take it at face value when you see it, but that just doesn't goddamn happen. Something about all this was really fishy all of a sudden.

By the time I'd come to this conclusion, Aloe was busy attacking the walls with a mop, and Lotus had handed us some wet towels before attacking the cum on the floor with a garden hose. Thankfully, there was some drainage in the room for the unreasonably thick cum to slowly gurgle through.

I looked at Big Mac as I wiped my hands down. He was leaning back against the wall, an uncharacteristic grin on his face. At least I'd made him happy.

We sat there in awkward silence for a while. Eventually, the spa ponies had managed to get the worst of it off the sauna surfaces. Aloe took out the mop and bucket, both sticky with cum, while Lotus addressed us, still blushing furiously. "Well, um…" she stammered, "while we have no objections to, uh, what you just did… That was a very reckless thing to do when you're in a sauna. For your own sakes, I wouldn't, uh, recommend making a habit of that."

Big Mac and I both lowered our heads. Yeah, we'd dun goofed, and we knew it.

Lotus nodded and said, "You should probably use your remaining sauna time to… finish relaxing. I'll get you some waters." And she hurried out of the room.

While we waiting, we finished cleaning ourselves off. Big Mac wiped down his cock, which I feared would bring about a second round, but his dick seemed to be softening for good even as he manhandled it. Looked like he was reining it in, even though he probably had stamina to spare.

Lotus came back with two water bottles each, then rushed out of the room again. I had to wonder what she was thinking of all this, with everything being Normal and all. What was she inferring? What was her reaction?

I looked back at Mac's enormous soft dick again. I didn't feel the incredible compulsion like the first time I'd laid eyes on it. The thought and sight of such a big cock even existing still excited me, but it didn't demand my curiosity anymore. And thoughts of giving oral or catching anal (yikes!) on general principle didn't really arouse me. I'd gotten the initial frenzy out of my system, and found little else. Looked like the verdict was in: I remained straight with a side of size envy. Oh well.

For a while, we just sat there, cooling down from the crazy experience we just had. Even though most of the cum was gone, the smell of sex still permeated the air, making it hard to forget what we'd done.

I glanced up at Big Mac to see if he had any input on the matter, only to find him looking down at a very particular spot on my body. I followed his eyes, and quickly wondered why he'd noticed it before me.

"Oh, for Pete's sake," I muttered at my mostly hard cock. "Sure, just recover when I'm not looking. Just ambush me, why don't you?"

Big Mac gently placed his big hand on my thigh, which caught me off guard. Then he… got off the bench and started to kneel?!

"Uh…!" I backed away a bit when I realized that Big Macintosh was pushing my legs slightly apart, staring down at my junk with a meaningful, determined look in his eye. "Um, Mac, what are you doing?"

He said nothing; all he did was give me a knowing look with his eyes before leaning down and giving my cock a lick.

My hips trembled. I had no idea what was happening. "I… I thought you didn't like stallions."

"Eeyup." Lick.

"You still like mares, right?"

"Eeyup." Liiiick.

"So – ah! – you're doing this out some sense of… what, reciprocity?!"

"Eeeeeyup." He opened his muzzle wide and gobbled my entire package into his mouth, balls and all.

My immediate response was to hunch over, and my eyes crossed for a second. "B-Buh… But she said we shouldn't… in the sauna…!"

Big Mac reached to the side and tapped one of the water bottles Lotus had left for us. 'Then rehydrate, genius,' he seemed to be saying.

I made a half-hearted effort to reach for one of the bottles, but a long, slow suck from Big Macintosh froze me in place while he stimulated everything I had with his mouth and tongue alone. He had me trapped, but strangely not in the same way that I was taken for a ride by Golden Harvest. Big Mac was inexperienced, but his gentle nature shone through, never going too hard or too fast. The pleasure was still paralyzing, but not overwhelming. This giant of a stallion had pinned me in place… using only his mouth.

This was what I needed, weirdly enough. Sure, I was aroused, but the pain from the draining I'd gotten still lingered somewhere in my system. A faster approach would have brought me discomfort, but Big Mac's method was deliberately slow, just drawing pleasure out of me with utmost patience, letting me rise closer and closer to the point of climax at my own pace.

When I did finally cum, a few minutes later, it was not some explosion or even a snap. I just groaned softly as cum pulsed out of me in modest waves – no need to impress or make a show of it; just getting it done. I had to marvel at how very Big Macintosh it was.

A few quick pulses, and I was already done. I hadn't generated all that much in the hour or so since Twilight's extraction. Still, Big Mac got up with a smile and went back over to his towel.

"Th-thanks, Mac," I stammered.

The big lug gave me a kind of adorable smile. "Not a problem."

I looked up at him in shock. Big Mac, saying more than two words at a time? He knew the significance, too, and started laughing. I rolled my eyes and chuckled back. Of all the things to bond over…

At last, the two of us did as we were told and got to relaxing, making the smallest of small talk as the sauna sweated our troubles away.