Work on the Apple Farm was tougher than usual for Big Macintosh, but not because of anything relating to the workload. It wasn’t the constant bucking of his back hooves against the many, many sturdy apple trees or hauling large wagons loaded up with buckets and barrels full of produce. No, the hardest part of the work was getting through it with his sister Applejack. It would take a lot to keep Applejack inside while it was harvesting season and that held true for this year. But it just so happened that the harvest this time aligned with her heat cycle. She was persistent on working, even while producing a scent that was advertising to all the nearby males that she was prime for mating. 

Unfortunately the only stallion on the farm just so happened to be her brother. Usually Applejack would be mindful and keep a distance from her brother when the heat came about for obvious reasons. But her pride in working, sense of duty, and even a bit of stubbornness had her out and about. Big Mac was doing his best to seem unbothered by the tantalizing aroma that hung in the air but that was proving itself to be a greater challenge than he would have assumed. It wasn’t the kind of issue that he could just brute force his way through. Carrying on like everything was normal, Applejack was rushing about, keeping everything on track: doing some bucking of her own, checking the stock and quality, and testing a few for flavor. It was looking to be a plentiful harvest, which would bring in a lot of revenue. 

Big Mac was more than glad when the work day was over. But that was just the first of many more to come. He was barely holding himself together, actively fighting to not gain an erection in front of his family. It had never been so hard to keep his usual demeanor, even hiding the strain in his voice when he was talked to. Knowing this couldn’t continue, Big Mac waited until he was out of sight to run away from the farm, as quickly as his strong legs could take him. 

The residents of Ponyville were more than surprised to see the large red stallion racing down the streets towards Twilight’s castle. But all Big Mac could think of was seeing someone that would surely help him out. He approached the castle and almost feverishly knocked at the door. And to his luck it opened rather quickly and the one who was there...it was just who Big Mac had been hoping to see. 

“Big Mac? What the heck are you doing?” Spike asked with surprise in his voice, stepping out beyond the door. By now the purple scaled dragon was an adult but still had plenty of physical growing to do before reaching his full size. Big Mac could easily remember when Spike barely reached higher than his knee and now the dragon could match his eye level, being just a bit taller than the red coated stallion. 

“H-Hurry up and let me inside!” Big Mac said, his eyes frantically darting back and forth. 

“Alright, alright,” the dragon agreed, knowing that if Big Mac was speaking like this, it was because of something serious. He let the thick bodied pony inside and Big Mac rushed in, hardly waiting for the doors to be closed again. 

“Let’s go to your room,” Big Mac said, already leading the way. 

“Big Mac! Wait! What’s going-” His friend was already too far away. Just to catch up Spike had to unfurl his wings and fly after him. Huffing to himself, he flew down the corridor, landing in front of his room and walking inside. Closing the door, Spike approached his friend and crossed his arms, going from surprised and confused to downright annoyed. 

“Alright, Big Mac. What is going on?!” Spike demanded, stomping his foot to the crystal flooring, glaring at the horse that was sitting almost innocently on his large bed, gently prodding it with his front hooves that sat between his hindlegs. 

“This is what’s going on!” Big Mac matched Spike’s tone, his deep voice laced with frustration, moving his front legs first and spreading the hind ones, fully revealing his sheath that was already swelling to let out his tip, which slid free with the rest of his inches following. Just letting himself get erect was such a relief in itself that it made Mac groan, feeling it pulse hard enough to make the rest of his body tingle. 

“Whoa! That must mean...” Spike trailed off, the pieces finally putting themselves together. 

“It’s Applejack,” Mac explained. “She’s in heat but still wants to work and her smell is driving me nuts!”

“Well I can see that,” Spike almost chuckled, coming in close to reach out and palm Big Mac’s heavy balls, feeling them already churning. He was really riled up. Sliding his touch upwards from there he traced along the sheath, causing the pony to huff again. That’s what Big Mac had come here for after all and they had become firm friends with benefits. Spike was always willing to have a good time with Big Mac and this wasn’t the first time he had to help the stallion out when he was affected by Applejack’s heat. But this one was different. He could sense that Big Mac was really aching for it. 

“Can you help me get rid of this, little buddy?” Mac asked. The desperation had him talking a lot more than usual. 

This time Spike couldn’t help but chuckle. Even being taller than the large equine, that nickname still stuck. And how could he resist the pleading look that he was given, along with the sight of Big Mac’s cock, which was already huge in both length and thickness, being nearly two feet long, really putting the ‘Big’ in Big Macintosh. 

“Of course,” Spike said with a wink, wasting no time with sliding his hands up the length and down again. Big Mac started to melt right away. It wasn’t just the stimulation but the unique feeling of the dragon’s hands. Smooth scaled fingers and palms that were tracing and teasing his shaft, giving him a sensation he didn’t usually get to experience. But the touching was also teasing in nature; only doing so much and only reaching so many of his inches, leaving him wanting more. 

Hearing the moans coming from Mac, feeling the strong pulses against his moving hands and seeing veins bulge against the dark skin....that was more than enough to excite Spike as well. As his mouth started watering, Spike caught the sight of a thick ooze of precum leaking out from the opening. Spike moved and touched his tongue to the tip, catching the wide bead and then the spurt of pent up fluids that came right after. Mac gasped from the feeling while Spike hummed, leaning even more into his own lust, loving how pent up the stallion was and what it was doing to him. These shots of pre could be mistaken for cumshots, the pre-seed itself coming out so hot and sticky. 

With the taste on his thick and long forked tongue, his mouth watering all the more because of it. Spike found himself unable to wait, opening his maw wide, showing off his fangs. But he was experienced and knew what to do, pushing the tip in and welcoming the thick inches. The moan that came was even louder and deeper. For now his hands were still stroking the lower inches while his tongue was already lapping around the tip and the inches that were sliding over it. 

More precum came out from the tip, filling up his maw, giving him the chance to really savor the taste of it, which he swallowed and then hummed because of it. He didn’t hesitate to take in more of the huge cock. It wasn’t just his own size but also his biology that made it pretty easy for him to handle even a cock like Mac’s. 

The stallion’s hindlegs were trembling, feeling the viscous saliva coating his shaft along with the unique heat that could only come from a dragon. Spike chose to take it gradually though he could handle slamming it all down into his throat. Spike just wanted to feel the firmness of the massive erection, the strength of the pulses against his tongue, and the spurts in his esophagus. His lips sliding over the medial ring, his throat visibly bulging against the erection’s girth, Spike was still handling it without issue and he even started to purr, the vibrations bringing even more feeling. 

His maw crawled forwards still until his snout was pressed to the equine’s crotch, allowing him to take in the scent of Big Mac’s arousal directly, along with the scents of apples, and some light sweat from his work. He took it all in, feeling his lust rising further, which he used as fuel while sliding his muzzle back, having his tongue pressed against the shaft, all the way until the tip was just past his lips again. 

From there, Spike proceeded to push his way down, all the way until the tip was back down into his throat. But he pulled back up afterwards, having no issue in deepthroating the big horse’s length, and doing so with a smooth ease, making use of his throat getting further lubed with more precum in addition to his already naturally slippery saliva that helped gem shards go down easily. With Big Mac’s moans that came out freely, there were also the repeated sounds of sucks, licks, gulps, and muffled noises of delight coming from the purple dragon. When Big Mac looked down, Spike’s green eyes were making contact with his own. 

Big Mac was more than happy to just let these feelings take hold, no longer needing to talk. Spike knew what he liked and the dragon was already eager to perform. He watched how Spike just kept receiving his cock, taking it like it wasn’t so huge, making the inches repeatedly disappear past his scaled lips. In time with those pushes was the added pleasure of his throat engulfing his inches, surrounding them in an extra warm sleeve, the strength of the dragon’s throat muscles keeping an amazing hold on him. 

But wanting even more, Big Mac bit his lip and dared to put a hoof on Spike’s head. The dragon looked up at him, giving his approval for Mac to proceed. Big Mac did and used his own strength to push Spike down even further, giving him even more of those incredible sensations: the heat, tightness, slick saliva, and his own precum. Spike adjusted and let Mac control the pace of the blowjob and how far it would go. Having the control did much for the pony, causing him to huff, making sure that Spike was taking every inch, swallowing all of the precum that came from his overfull-feeling balls. Speeding things up, he could feel his limit approaching rapidly. 

Big Mac’s chest was heaving as the pleasure was getting stronger with every push and pull of his hooves. Knowing that he was having a dragon take his cock was an added thrill in itself. Spike was acting perfectly in time with all of this, his licks sending more waves and his swallows increasing the tightness. Enduring all of this a few more times was all it took for him to be pushed past his limit. It felt so good that he couldn’t speak even if he wanted to, leaving him unable to properly warn Spike. 

All the same, the dragon was made very aware upon feeling the large cock pulsing much harder in his mouth and throat. The already wide tip flared out further before it started to spray out hot and thick stallion seed that Spike began swallowing. There was so much of it that even the dragon felt his cheeks swell when the seed was coming up to fill his mouth, coating his tongue in its delightfully dense flavor. His throat was bulging even further as well. Even with him swallowing in time with the gushes, he was kept on the verge of it still spurting out past his lips. But Spike didn’t want a drop of the extra large climax to be spilled, doing his best to pull it down to his stomach, which started to expand outwards a bit. 

It did get to a point that Spike felt like he was fighting a losing battle. So he embraced it and pulled back, letting the swelled tip pop from his lips, keeping it close as he started stroking the cum-coated shaft right away, keeping the pleasure going and being rewarded with fat ropes being launched and striking him, coating the spots they were hitting, marking his face, chest, and neck in layers of the stuff. Spike just basked in it, letting himself get bathed in his friend’s essence, all while hearing his climatic groans. 

“S-Sorry about that...” Mac managed to get out as he came down from it, letting out the last of his climax, looking down at the mess that Spike was, along with the floor. He really was more pent up than he thought, which was boosted by his body responding to Applejack’s heated smell. 

Spike just smiled and licked his lips, collecting more seed with it. “Looks like you still need more,” he said, bringing attention to the still-hard cock. Getting up from his kneeling position, the dragon crawled up alongside Mac as he got onto the bed, positioning himself to have his belly pressed to the bed but his backside jutting out, his tail lifted and to the side to show off his slit that was spread around his own draconic erection and the hole that was winking above. “I think this will do it...” 

Big Mac listened to his raging lust and maneuvered himself to get behind the waiting and presented dragon, feeling the persisting pulses of his cock as the tip was pressed against the entrance. Still coated in cum, the shaft was starting to be pushed in, causing Spike to groan and grasp the bedding in his hands, feeling his other end getting stretched around the thick tip, the pressure of his walls parting to fit it. Just like his mouth and throat, the dragon’s back entrance welcomed Big Mac in. Using all the seed that coated his shaft, Big Mac continued to push and insert his way in further, groaning from the even tighter hold and heat that surrounded him. 

It felt so good that the horse couldn’t help but thrust his way in when the medial ring was pressed against the rim, shoving in multiple inches at once, getting a gasp from Spike, feeling the first clench of his hole. Once he started going, the equine found it hard to stop. His strong hips pushed in the last of his inches, his crotch knocking into Spike’s rump. Already going at a pace, Mac was pulling and pushing his cock within Spike’s depths. With his lust driving him, the equine was thrusting hard enough to rock the dragon’s body along with the entire bed, leaving Spike still panting and gripping the bedding. 

Leaning more of his body on top of the dragon’s, Mac felt his belly rubbing against the scales, his thrusts keeping up their strength but already speeding up, his voice coming out in dominant grunts and huffs while Spike continued moaning with an increasing pitch. It just so happened that Twilight was away so there was no need to be quiet. All he could do was moan as it felt too good for Spike to think of what to say. The only thing he could focus on was the long and thick flesh moving about, its firm flesh grinding so roughly against his tender anal walls. 

Increasing his pace, his thoughts focusing on how much he needed this, how hard it had been to keep himself in control and contained while bombarded with Applejack’s smell. He felt the tip on his length tighten further, the dragon’s inner strength being just as prominent as his outer strength. It felt like Spike’s passage was actually trying to milk out the fluids he had left to release. As best as he could, he worked in time with them to get as much as he could, listening to the wet noises of his cock plunging in and out, the meaty thumps of his balls knocking into the scaled backside. 

Now more determined than ever to relieve himself of these feelings, Big Mac was really ramming into his friend. Spike was taking it all, receiving nothing but pleasure that had his own cock throbbing and leaking so much of his own precum onto his sheets. Like before he could feel the balls smacking into him churning so hard with the contents that remained, readying themselves to release it all. 

As best as he could, Big Mac got a stronger grip on Spike, pressing his body down and keeping them as close as they could be. He just couldn’t get enough of the dragon ass that kept itself so tight around him and Spike was making it all the better by purposely clenching his passage, making it all the better, rocking his body back to meet these incoming pushes. And Mac responded by going even harder, enough to make Spike consider that he would be walking funny for the rest of the day. 

Planting his back hooves firmly to the bed, Big Mac was bucking his hips hard and fast, making them ache a bit from how much he was putting into it. But this was all keeping his slipping and out of the hole that was so hot and sopping with so much fluid; every thrust being paired with a thick, sloppy sound whether the shaft was being tugged or shoved in. The rhythm was brisk and loud, just as their moans and grunts were. 

The only sound that was louder was Big Mac’s bray as he was struck with the crescendo, his eyes rolling and his balls tensing up against Spike’s backside just after the last thrust that had all the inches buried inside. Like before, Spike felt the tip thickening even further before a surge of cum was unloaded into him, happening with force that propelled the thick jet even further in.  

Making it even better was Spike’s hole still squeezing his shaft while he was expelling so much cum. It kept him bucking his hips through the blissful rush of unloading his seed. Big Mac resumed his thrusts, working against them to keep shooting and drain his balls of the contents that had him so pent up. And with so much blasting out, Spike was feeling his guts getting filled up and inflated further than before. 

Big Mac was still huffing and snorting, rocking his hips back and forth against the smooth, silky walls, feeling every rush of cum running through his inches, flowing back to coat the cock it came from but also spilling out past the clenching rim, it spilling down the stallion’s fat balls. The sensation of cum rushing into him, the pulses and strong thrusts against his prostate, Spike was all but roaring out from reaching his own limit, his cock throbbing and shooting ropes of seed onto the bed and his own swelled belly. 

Big Mac’s thrusts ceased again but his cock was still unloading cum in large but lesser powered gushes, further seeding the dragon. He was panting and sweating from the feeling that he couldn’t describe. This was prolonged until Big Mac started to ease back, being truly satisfied from blowing such a load. With a sudden heave, Big Mac tugged his cock free, doing so with a loud ‘pop’ sound that was followed by a thick spill of cum that flowed onto the bed. 

The stallion then laid down beside him with a smile on his face. The dragon rolled his body over just enough to have his back pressed to Big Mac’s front and the pony wrapped his front legs around to hold and cuddle against the dragon. 

“You know... I’m not doing anything,” Spike suggested. “So I could go back with you to Sweet Apple Acres and lend you some help. Hehe. In more ways than one. That sound good?” 

“Eeyup...” Big Mac said with a nod, finally feeling like himself again...