-------------- Request Chapter: Big Mac --------------

The following takes place several years after Maggie's has opened.

"Another one? Really?" Lily peeked over Maggie's shoulder as her manager scoffed, looking over a sheet of paper in her hand. "I swear, that's the fifteenth this week." She went to shred the paper, but Lily stopped her with a hand on her arm.

"Let me see." She said, taking the nearly-doomed sheet of paper. She glanced it over, catching a few key words that made her even more interested. She started reading in-depth. It was, essentially, a request to work for Maggie's. Currently full-up on women and backed up with reservations, requests, and guests, Maggie's was flourishing. Lily had fallen more into the role of a co-manager and less of a worker. She and Maggie had a good amount of contacts to speak with, meetings to arrange, and as always, the bank had an issue with the massive amount of cash they were making. Still, Lily managed to join the other girls now and then for a little fun. Though to be honest, it hadn't happened as often as Lily would have liked as of late. She finished reading the de-facto resume and sighed.

"Well?" Maggie said, sipping at the scotch she had poured for herself.

"I gotta admit, she sounds nearly perfect. I'd hate to say this, but do you think I could schedule... Well... An interview?" Maggie blinked.

"Like, fuck her? See if she's any good?" Lily blushed.

"Maybe not THAT, but I certainly want to meet her. She very well could replace Megan. Poor girl just doesn't have her heart in the work. Maggie nodded sagely and set her scotch down, now empty.

"I know what you mean. I'll have a talk with Megan, see if there's anything else she wants to be doing with her life. We can send her off in style, with all the extra cash laying around..." The bank wouldn't accept deposits of cash more than $5000 from one account in a day, so Lily and Maggie had contracted a security company to swing around once a day, take $5000 from their ever-growing stash, and deposit it at the bank. They were quite literally making too much money.

"You do that. I'll wait until she's decided to talk with this new girl. For all we know, she may very well not be interested by that time. Gimme some of that." Lily poured herself a shot of scotch and kicked her feet up, groaning inwardly. "I swear, I don't know how you do it, Maggie. I can't keep up with the kids these days."

"You forget, I'm much younger than you give me credit for." That's right... Despite the withered, cracked body, Maggie was hardly 40 years old. A serious cocaine obsession and neglect had left her a shadow of her former self. Lily sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes. She had been poring over the books the entire night so far, and her eyes were beginning to itch. Rubbing them slightly, she stood back up and downed the scotch.

"I'm gonna go check on the girls. I'll be back later." She said, smiling as Maggie waved her off. She slipped out of the office she and Maggie kept, padding down the stairs and into the lounge. As usual, things were lively. Guests that weren't off having fun in one of the rooms were sitting in here, chatting, laughing, enjoying the atmosphere. Since the recent success, Lily had put in a bar, giving the customers something to do while they waited for the next girl to show up. She found out, though, many guests came just to talk, laugh, and have a good time. Off in the shadows sat the burly security guard Lily had hired, a quiet man who handled guests that were unruly, made sure negligent customers paid their tabs, and generally kept things from getting out of hand. He gave Lily a slight nod as she glanced at him, indicating all was well. She smiled and slipped into the crowd, mingling easily.

"Lily! Come here, I want you to meet someone." She was pulled into a conversation with some businessman who was clearly more interested in the other girl than he was with Lily, though she did enjoy the conversation they all shared. She was actually in the middle of sharing a personal story from a few short years ago when a gasp drew her attention. Looking up, she saw what she guessed to be a boulder ducking in through the door. Then it stood up. All she saw was muscles, a head of brown hair, and more muscles. The big man spoke in a deep voice, one that Lily suspected shook the very foundations of the building.

"Ah'm lookin' fer Lily." He said. Everyone was quiet. The hulking mass of a man was easily 6' 10", 300 pounds... And all of it had to be muscle. Still, that southern drawl was hauntingly familiar... Lily slipped away from the group to approach the man.

"Big Mac?" She asked, smiling as the man nodded, his own lips curling into a grin of sorts. She looked him up and down, planting her hands on her hips. "Now what, pray tell, brings you all the way out to Canterlot?"

"Tha's a story fer a differen' time. Can ah talk with yeh? Privately?" He asked, leaning in just a little bit closer. Lily nodded and gestured down the main hallway, shooting a playful glare at the whispering people behind them. She and Big Mac moved down a few hallways to a room fairly well-removed from the others, slipping in and shutting the door behind them. Big Mac looked down at his feet and grumbled as Lily turned to face him.

"So I have to ask... Why are you here? I'd have figured you'd be working, or something like that. I mean, Canterlot isn't just right next door." Big Mac looked up with a sheepish smile.

"Truth be told, Ah'm here cos I need to get laid." Lily blinked. Twice. "Applejack went off on me fer messin' up the harves'... Found out 's 'cause I haven' been with a woman fer... Hell, ten years... She sent me your way. Said you cin help." Lily stood there, contemplating the repercussions of servicing Big Mac. He wasn't called "Big" without reason... Swallowing hard, Lily spread her arms slightly. Like it or not, Big Mac was a customer and deserved to be treated as such.

"Very well, Mac... Is there anything you'd like me to know?"

"Ah like gettin' rough... Bites, scratchin', stuff like that..." He admitted with a blush. "Ah cin take it iffen you can dish it out, jes... Well, I'll be more gentle than usual." Lily smiled and advanced to lay a hand on his scruffy cheek.

"Don't you dare hold back on me, Big Mac." She said softly, standing on her tiptoes. He leaned down, and their lips met for a rough, delightfully scratchy kiss. The way they were angled, Lily had to strain to reach his mouth, and he was bent over quite a ways. Still, she could feel his desire within his pants, large and ready. Her hands slid down inbetween them, eagerly working at his belt buckle. He helped, popping the catch through the hole and unbuttoning his jeans. Lily broke the kiss, her lips pressing against his chest. Much to her surprise, his big hand lifted to run through her hair. Lily had no doubt the big man could be gentle if he really wanted to... That wasn't the goal tonight, but she had no doubt he could.

"Wait, wait..." Mac groaned, gently pushing her away. "Cin... Cin we take our clothes off first? Ah don' like fumblin' around with underwear when ah wanna get to it..." Smiling in her devious way, Lily just stepped back and started pulling her dress off. Big Mac started popping buttons on his flannel shirt, as his jeans had already fallen to the floor. It took them a short while, but soon enough, both were standing perfectly nude before the other. Lily with a smile, Big Mac respectfully averting his eyes. Gently, Lily reached her hand up, turning Big Mac's chin to her.

"You can look at me, you know." She teased, leaning forward to kiss his hairy chest. He was extremely well-toned for such a big man. Usually, a man of his size would have had a rather large gut. Not true with Macintosh. He sported a tight 6-pack and firm pectorals, bulging biceps, and all-round firmness. Lily shivered at the sight, the feel of him. Truth be told, she was a sucker for a hunky guy like him. Those big, muscular arms wrapped around her, lifting her off the floor like it was nothing. She squaked slightly, laughing as he kissed her neck on the way to the bed. When he laid her out, it wasn't the rough toss she had been expecting. Smoothly, he laid down at her side, his weight making the bed creak. She turned into his embrace, their faces now on an equal level. Never mind that her feet barely extended down to his knees, they could kiss normally now.

And oh how they kissed. His lips were only slightly chapped, and actually felt rather pleasant against hers. When he opened his mouth, even his tongue was more muscular than usual. It moved with finesse, though, only using force when he wanted to move deeper into her own mouth. Where he was big and strong, she was agile and flexible. She would show him soon enough. That is, if the pressure against her thigh had anything to say about it. She hadn't taken very long to look at it before, but now, the thick rod of flesh pressing against her was almost too disctracting. One more tongue-filled, moaning kiss later, she was pulling away, pushing him onto his back. She just had to get a feel for how big he really was. She pressed a kiss to his chest before sliding her lips all the way down, making sure to linger on his flat, toned stomach for a moment. The response she got was actually rather surprising. Big Mac, true to his clipped statement earlier, pushed her further down with two hands on her shoulders. Her vision was filled with him, suddenly, the massive throbbing shaft quite the spectacle.

"Holy shit." She breathed, trying to take it all in. How the fuck was she supposed to lick this? It'd take two hands to even wrap around the thing! Never mind that, how was she going to put it in?! Swallowing hard, she glanced up at him, just as he looked down at her.

"Is it...?" He started, but she cut him off with a shake of her head.

"No... Not TOO big... And you forget, I'm a changeling. Worst-case, I'll... Well, you'll see when we get to it. But I can't change my mouth that easy. Do you still want me to...?" When he shrugged and laid back, she took it as him saying 'sure, why the hell not?' Working up some saliva in her mouth, she hesitantly pushed her tongue out and dragged up the underside of his shaft. The whole process took a lot longer than normal, and she had to breathe halfway through. The groan she got in return, though, was worth it. Smiling, she wrapped a hand around him, surprised it even fit. She had to stretch slightly, and using only one hand meant she had to squeeze to get her fingers to touch together. Still, she managed it, and slowly began stroking him up and down. The reaction was one to remember, his face screwing up as he fought to hold it back. Apparently, ten years was a long time to go without.

"Close?" She panted, her hot breath washing over his stomach, his shaft. He nodded and writhed some more, flexing powerfully. The force of it actually pushed her hand away. She kept stroking, though, urging him on. "Don't hold back. Let it all out." A few more smooth, even strokes and it happened. Lily nearly gasped as she felt the first jolt of hot cum hit her chest. It splashed against her bare breasts audibly, the ricochet landing on his stomach. Even more came out after that, gushing and spurting onto the sheets, her stomach, his stomach, his thighs... Goodness, he had really been holding back. Smiling, she wiped a strand up and licked it experimentally. The taste wasn't all that bad, but certainly not that good, either. She made a mental not not to let him cum in her mouth. Not that he could ever fit in there, anyways. Smiling, she walked up until she was straddling his waist, still holding his throbbing shaft gently.

"Ah'm good. Keep goin'." He breathed, his hands resting on her sides. They almost reached up to her breasts. She felt like she was not making love to a man, but a mountain instead. She was already quite wet from the whole ordeal, let alone the feel of his sticky cum on her flesh. His head brushed against her wet lips, spreading the juices around. He was still really hard... She had to be careful not to hurt herself. Slowly, she pushed herself down onto him, taking a moment to change herself downstairs so she was more loose, easier to take him... Nothing disproportionate, but certainly not as tight as she was normally. It was a tight fit still, and it took a lot longer than it really should have, but soon enough the head of his member parted her lips, started gliding in ever so slowly...

"Oh... Fuck." Lily groaned, feeling him slide deeper. Not only was he thick, but long as well... Though she supposed if he were... Well, normal-sized, it would have been an average proportion. Still, the flooring matched the drywall, as it were, and she found herself struggling to fit all of him. Nope, not gonna happen. She wasn't even able to settle fully on her knees. He was all the way in, resting against the very depths of her womanhood, and still had at least three inches to go. "I-I can't... Ngh, go any... AAH further." She panted, the waves of pleasure and subtle pain pulsing through her in equal measure. "It's... Oh my... I'm gonna cum already..." It was an entirely different sort of pleasure, the kind she was feeling now... The type of being filled up so completely, overflowing, even...

Big Mac sat up, his muscular hands lifting her up just an inch. The pleasure subsided as he pulled out marginally, but quickly returned as he pulled her down once more. A small bit of him slipped in, she felt her very insides stretching as another quarter of an inch of his massive cock pushed into her. As requested, though not entirely by her choice, she dug her nails firmly into his shoulders. The groan she got in return was one hundred percent pleasure.

"Gonna... Cum..." She panted, feeling him repeat the motion once again. He was pushing deeper with each thrust, but only marginally, stretching her out, working his way inside. She dragged her nails down his chest, gasping as her orgasm gripped her. Pleasure thundered through her veins, punctuated by the tingle of blood loss in her legs. He was so deep, so hard within her, he was actually cutting off the circulation. Shivering and moaning, she repeated the motion with her nails, more firmly, leaving stark white lines across his chest. He grunted as she inadverdently flexed, cutting off all movement within.

"S-stop." She whimpered, her skin breaking out in a flop sweat. "I-I can't AHN!" She gasped as he pushed in anyways. It was either relax or get hurt, so she let it happen, surrendering to him. Her hands clamped his shoulders, eyes closing as the pain hightened, but so did the pleasure. She was pushed to the edge, breath caught in her throat as he started thrusting again. He was relentless. She was able to relax and wrap her mind around things as he laid her out on her back, spreading her legs further with an insistent hand. She allowed him, thankful for the few moments she had to readjust underneath him. Finally ready for more, she was not disappointed.

"HNN! Oh, FUCK!" She gasped, feeling him start to slide in and out rather rapidly. Subconsciouly, she thanked herself for being so wet... Otherwise, this would have been an incredibly painful and difficult experience. Instead, it was actually kind of... Nice. While he was firm, he wasn't really pushing her boundaries. She felt comfortable moving on each time, though it certainly came as a shock whenever he pushed deeper than he had been. Feeling warmed up, relaxed, ready for more, she realized he was pushing in all the way to the shaft now. She was taking it all... A woman maybe half his size, and she was able to handle it. She hadn't even changed, not since the first time... He was just very good at spreading her apart. One leg up on his shoulder now, he leaned forward, towering over her as he started sliding in and out.

"Is it okay? Cin I cum inside?" He asked a few short moments later. Lily nodded, her arms stretching over her head. She couldn't really speak, outside of unintelligible animal moans anymore. She gave a few more of those now, grunting with the effort of not cumming herself. Ultimately, she failed... Just as his massive shaft started pulsing another huge load deep into her, she released herself. Usually, she would tighten up, her muscles straining, toes curling as she came. She couldn't do that with him inside of her... Instead, she let it loose, and gushed a massive, squirting orgasm against him. He rode it out, holding his pulsing shaft inside of her as she spurted and leaked out around him.

"Fuck." She breathed, the only word she could really formulate in the moment. He slid out, pulling a few thick, gooey clumps of seed with him. She felt more of it leak out, staining the sheets, puddling underneath her oozing crotch. She sat up on shaky arms, feeling the swirling, gooey mess inside of her shift and move. "I mean, really... Fuck..." He was breathing heavy, but not quite sweaty yet. Not like her. She felt exhausted already, and she had really only been on the recieving end. Still, he was hard, and appeared to be ready for another. Something to be said about endurance in addition to strength and size. She looked up at him just as he got it in his head to do another.

"N-no, Mac! No! NO!" She started to fight him off, but he muscled through it, grabbing her arm and pushing her down onto her stomach.

"Stick yer ass up." He grunted, one hand pushing her face down into the sheets. She squirmed, but he twisted her arm behind her back. Crying out, her back arched, which inadverdently pushed her rear up into the air. He scooped one hand underenath her rising hips, pulling her upwards. She turned her head to the side, about to scream at him, when he pushed into her once more. This time from behind. It was a lot tighter than before, but she had quite a bit of lubrication still inside of her. Oozing more of said lubricant onto her thighs and the already-stained sheets, she whimpered as he went to town. Thrusting smooth and deep into her pulsing center, Mac really let the wheels come off. Each thrust slapped his sac against her clitoris, punctuating the rough motion with a lancing bullet of pleasure. While it was rough, it wasn't painful... He slid in and out, filling her, depleting her strength reserves, but not hurting her. It was rough, it was sweaty, it felt like it lasted forever, and for the sweet love of Celestia, it was fucking amazing.

Fifteen minutes and one grunting, shuddering orgasm later, Lily felt Big Mac pull out and shoot his third and smallest load all over her rear, her lower back, and onto her thighs. Small was an understatement, it still dripped down her skin in rivulets, but it wasn't nearly as large as the first. She collapsed, the strength gone from her muscles. He slid down next to her, smelling of sweat and sex, his chest rising and falling smoothly. One hand scooped her up, pulling her half onto his chest as Mac quickly slipped off to sleep. Lily was so tapped, she couldn't move, couldn't do anything but join him. She could have slept on a bed of jagged rocks and stone, and still rested as much as she did. In comparison, the rumbling snore of Big Mac lulled her off, and she slept extremely well.

When morning rolled around, she woke up alone, the sheets stuck to her flesh. She peeled herself apart and went to sit up, but got dizzy right away. There was, mysteriously, a pitcher and a glass of water next to the bed, in addition to an envelope. She managed to sip at the water and rest until she felt strong enough to stand. She did so shakily, still not entirely recuperated. She felt sticky, smelly, but above all else... Surprisingly sexy. Limping on a numb left leg, she managed to make it into the nearby bathroom, where she filled the tub with steaming hot water. A long soak and scrub later, she felt much better. Another glass of water made it's way into her system, and she left the bed to be cleaned later. She did, however, take the envelope. She was loathe to think of how they would proabably have to replace the mattress... Whatever time it was, there was no one in the halls as she went back to her room and dressed. When she went to the lounge, the usual morning crowd of girls stretching and relaxing was there, all of them joking about last night's endeavours. Maggie brightened upon seeing Lily.

"Heard you took that big guy in last night. How was it?" She asked. The rest of the girls looked at her with devious smiles. Giving a tired, sheepish grin, Lily tossed Maggie the envelope and collapsed onto the couch.

"I could tell you how I had trouble walking, how I'm dehydrated and exhausted, how he was so big none of you could possibly have handled him... In short, Maggie, I'm going to tell you that he came three times and left a happy customer." Lily twirled a hand in the air above her as she stretched out, groaning as the feeling slowly began to return to her legs.

"I'll say. Take a look at this." She pulled a massvie stack out of the envelope, waving it back and forth. Lily counted at least eight bills, and all of them looked to be hundreds.

"Is that...?"

"A thousand dollars. Twice even our most expensive price." Maggie answered the question right away, smiling at her.

"Fuck me...."

"I'm guessing he did!" They all had a good laugh as Maggie replaced the cash in the envelope and went off to file it. The rest of the girls started asking questions, laughing at the tired, half-baked replies Lily was giving them.

"It was like..." She paused for a moment. "It wasn't like fucking a man... It was like having sex with a mountain. A very large, aggressive mountain, but a mountain nevertheless." She groaned, closing her eyes.

"Lily?" One of the girls aksed. Lily grunted but remained somewhat quiet overall. "I think she needs help."

"I'm fine..." Lily managed, waving weakly. "Just... Gonna sit out the next few nights..."

"Why's that?" Maggie asked, returning to her spot, envelope and payment gone.

"Let's see you fuck a mountain and stay tight." They all laughed.