Meeting the Family (Pt.3 - Final)

Goldie’s jaw went slack, and her eyes went wide with shock as his strong, farmer’s fingers wrapped around her shaft, before squeezing firmly, making her visibly involuntarily jerk and spasm from the grip around it. It was mean, unforgiving, and all-business as he pulsed his arm up and down; his biceps and forearms bulging from the effort, as if he were handling a stubborn cow. Her cock bounced about wildly, flecking specks of translucent fluids that glistened in the sunlight. The poor mare moaned, gasping for dear life as her body was wracked with mind-numbing pleasure, and she found herself increasingly unable to focus as her mind became clouded by the sweet tinge of lust. Drool began to pool in her maw and run along the side of her limp lips as she groaned and moaned, reduced to a trembling mess on Big Mac’s lap.

“That’s it, let it alllll out, baby girl.” Big Mac cooed as he continued milking her like a cow, giving her a humiliation of a lifetime as she writhed and whimpered, before the inevitable happened…

And it came as no surprise, considering the big stud had barely focused on ensuring that she was entirely subdued before trying such a daring move on her. She swallowed her pride and rolled forward off his knee, causing him to gasp and lose his grip on her throbbing cock; the combination of being slathered repeatedly in her pre-cum and the sweat on his palms made it difficult to grasp. With a rough and unelegant tumble, she flopped off the bigger male and rolled across the hay like an amateur gymnast, before coming to a stop amid the guffaws from Big Mac.

“Yuh should see yerself, cuz!” He tried to supress a smirk to no avail as he wiped the spunk off his palm on his hip, before rising to full height once more in preparation for another potential attack from the exhausted, aroused mare.

She turned and shot him a deathly glare, before unleashing a barn-rattling battle cry and charging him with the speed and, with all the muscle she was packing, the force of a freight train. He barely had the time to brace himself before his world exploded with a mass of sheer power, and a face full of big, beautiful titties...and his back would explode in pain as well as the duo was sent crashing into the side of the barn wall, smashing clean through it and sending both nude, bruised, battered and sweat-matted fighters tumbling down a slight incline amid a shower of wood chunks and splinters. 

Yelps and cries would echo through the orchard, before they were promptly muffled with a wet and slooshy noise as the duo rolled into a pit of mud in the shade of the barn. 

“Aggggh!” Goldie yelled in disgust as her blonde mane was left caked with it, before being promptly bodyslammed into the wet dirt, making her squeal loudly as the hulking mass of the big, red stud covered her, scrambling in the grime, Olympic wrestling style, trying to squrim about to try to take full control of her. The poor mare, mighty and gorgeous as she was, was unable to quite recover from the shock of the sudden sludge infusal into the highly charged, sexual brawl, and she found herself pulled into a rear naked choke.

A bar of iron, at least, what felt like a solid bar of iron, slammed against her neck and squeeeezed hard, and almost instantly, she gasped and reached up with both hands to find herself grasping at Big Mac’s forearm. 

“Glurk!” She babbled as he lay down on the cool, somewhat refreshing clump of wet mud, easing into a position where he couldn’t be easily dislodged and she couldn’t easily escape...and then he squeezed, HARD, making her eyes bulge and her tongue to lol out from her mouth from the pressure. With a whimper, she wiggled from side to side, trying to get out from the potentially devastating hold, which did little to help as her pert, luscious ass ended up teasing the life out of Mac’s cock, making the already hard cock all the harder...the more she moved, the more he did the same, trying to get a solid angle up in her to jam every inch of his mighty man-meat up her rear.

He didn’t even need both hands to choke her out, such was his strength; and with a free hand, he reached in front of her to firmly squeeze her flailing cock, making her yelp loudly as the juicy shaft was roughly flopped about by his hand. 

“Y-you fucker, let go!” She wheezed, only to scream as his own cock found its target, plunging in between her lovely ass-cheeks and roughly invading her taut, tight rear, busting her tailhole apart by the sheer force of his masculinity alone. Tears ran down her eyes as pain and pleasure rocked her, and she was literally rocked as he pumped his hips upwards, giving an almighty thrust that shook the poor mare and nearly threw her off the male. That throbbing, merciless cock of his would invade every inch of her personal rear space, making her groan loudly as her ass muscles tightened around his cock.

“Somethin’ the matter, hon?” Big Mac sneered, before giving her another thrust whilst jerking his cock-grabbing hand at the same time, earning him a lovely, lewd moan from the once proud, mighty brawler. She writhed and panted, lungs burning with effort as she sought to wheeze and alleviate the strain on her body, to no avail. There was no way she could wiggle herself free from the big brute of stud, and prying herself loose was certainly quite out of the question. All she could do was take it like the mare she was, and take it she did. 

Big Mac did what he did best; bucking those mighty hips and pistoning his mightier cock up her cunt with reckless abandon, drilling her a new one and making her scream in wicked, lustful bliss. The pounding rocked her muscular body so violently that she looked more like a weak school hallway filly being shaken down by the friendly neighborhood bully. Her cock was practically flying up and down, smacking against her abs and sending glimmering specks of pre-cum all over the place; herself especially. They were like barnyard animals, lewdly rutting in the mud amid a cacophony of erotic moans and strained grunting. He began to viciously jerk that wild cock of hers, giving her a rowdy handjob that was made easier with the mud on his hands and the pre-cum slathered across and along the entirety of her cock. It was a messy affair for all intents and purposes, and there was nothing poor Goldie could do to alleviate the increasing tightening of her cock was creamy seed began to pack it full, causing it to swell and throb all the harder. She tried to bite down on his arm, and she all but regretted it; it was like gnawing on sinew built from iron!

It wouldn’t last...she couldn’t last, not with the assault on two fronts. She’d been outflanked, and now she was paying the ultimate price, slowly being reduced to a babbling, drooling mess as she was pounded and handjobbed into sexual oblivion. She wheezed, writhing one last time, before going stock still and freezing in place, her muscles tensing so hard her body, once a wonderful feeling gyrating against Big Mac, now felt more like a marble statue...and all at once, her body loosened, and she let out an awe-inspiring orgasmic scream that sent every winged creature (Rainbow included) napping on the branches of trees in the orchard zooming to the skies in terror. Gouts of creamy, thick cum began jetting out of her cock, gushing and arching high into the air in a marvelous, almost amazing display, with one frothy rope followed by the other in quick succession. That cock of hers bounced like mad, jerking about like a broken fire hose and squirting cream so thick and pearly that it might as well have had come from Pinkie’s stash of the ‘good stuff’ reserved for the royal sisters. She spasmed, frothing at the mouth as her mind shut down from the sheer overwhelming impact of the orgasm. Mac himself was having quite the rodeo, her ass was ramming against his cock repeatedly, be it voluntary or not, and it was making him groan as he held on for dear life and rode the beast of a female orgasm.

Eventually, the splattering noise of cum dropping back to earth had to stop, as did Goldie’s violent orgasmic spasming...her arms dropped at her sides, and she let out a glurking gasp as Mac finally let her neck go, to which she bucked her hips suddenly as her body found itself in sweet relief from the air rushing back into her lungs...Big Mac let out a Minotaur-like groan, before cumming mightily up her ass, pumping her full of virile Apple seed and filling her up in record time, so much so that her abs were visibly swelling from the cum packing her belly. The rest, with no where else to go, gushed from between that tight, abused tail hole and the violating cock, spurting wildly and messily onto Mac’s lower body and the mud below…

His vision went black, but he fought it, willing himself to rally through the brutal orgasm and weather the storm. Sheer Apple virility and power kept him in the land of the conscious as the bells stopped ringing in his head, and his vision went from black to fuzzy...all he could do was remain in the cool mud, panting, gasping for air as the unconscious brawler lay limp atop him. It was done.

He didn’t know how long he lay there, but he had an inkling, based on how far the sun had moved by the time he had found the wits and strength to push the woman off him into the drying muck, her unconscious form limply flopping into the dirt..and he eyed his handiwork with satisfaction. With that, he lifted the woman up on his shoulders, and carried her through the hole they’d made through the barn earlier. 

“H-heh...Better luck next month, cuz.” 

***End***