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Work on the Apple farm was hard for Big Macintosh but not for the usual reasons. It wasn't the constant bucking of his hooves against sturdy apple tree trunks or hauling wagons full of produce. The thing making his work difficult actually had nothing to do with the red stallion. Rather it had everything to do with his sister, Applejack. The mare had gone to heat and with it came that scent advertising to nearby males that she was ready to mate. Unfortunately this scent was getting to the only actual stallion on the farm. Big Mac did his best to ignore the luscious scent that wafted through the air but he found it increasingly difficult because of Applejack. Rather than sitting the day out, Applejack was adamant on working through her heat. Carrying on like everything was normal, Applejack was rushing about, checking stocks, apple quality and testing a few for flavor. It was looking to be a plentiful harvest, promising to bring in a lot of revenue.

Big Mac was more than glad when the work day had ended. The first thing he did was bolt from the farm as quickly as his legs could carry him. The residents of Ponyville were surprised to see the red colt bolting down the streets towards Twilight's castle. But all Big Macintosh could think of was seeing someone he was sure could help him out. He approached the castle and knocked fervently at the door. To his luck the creature he was looking for popped his head out of the doors.

"Big Macintosh? What the heck are you doing?" Spike asked, stepping out onto the castle steps.

"S-Spike you gotta help me, buddy!" Big Mac said, his eyes wide. "Hurry up and let me inside!"

"Alright, alright," the dragon huffed, letting the stallion inside. Big Mac rushed past the dragon, hardly waiting for the doors to be closed behind him.

"W-we gotta get to your room," Big Mac said quickly before darting off.

"Wait. What's going-" But before the purple eldritch creature could finish his sentence, the equine had already disappeared around the corner. Huffing to himself, Spike walked down the corridors towards his room. He met Big Mac there and found the horse innocently sitting on his bed, looking around at his room. Spike closed the door behind him upon entering and crossed his arms.

"Alright, Big Mac. What the heck is going on?" Spike demanded, stomping his foot to the crystal flooring.

"This is what's going on!" Big Mac grunted, spreading his lower legs wide. Spike's eyes widened as the equine's throbbing length was in full view. All the while the stallion sporting it had a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Whoa! What's got you all hard?" Spike asked, understanding his friend's strange behavior.

"It's Applejack," Big Mac explained. "She's in heat and it's driving me nuts!"

"Well, I can see that," Spike huffed, coming close enough to run his scaly hands against the thick sheath. Just doing so made the cock even harder, forcing a deep huff from the stallion's throat.

"Can you help me get rid of this, little buddy?" Big Mac pleaded, his cock was so engorged that it was starting to become painful.

"Gladly," Spike winked, rubbing his hands up and down the length. He lowered the cock to his level and flicked his forked tongue across the flared head. Seeing Big Mac shuddering under his touch filled him with pride. The stallion was already squirming as the thin tongue flicked against his flare, smearing spit against his tip. It was only made all the better by the dragon parting his maw and sinking the fat tip in his mouth easily.

Big Mac practically melted as his cock was sucked with loud slurps and moans from Spike. The throbbing meat had the heavy flavor of sweat from the stallion's hard day of work. The tip was soon coated in spit as Spike more of into his maw, taking the cock all the way to it's medial ring. The flesh pipe was smooth and leather, pushing heavily against his tongue. A shudder ran through Big Mac and the cock flexed, spurting a dollop of pre onto the servicing dragon's tongue. The flavor was bitter and earthy. With a hard swallow the pre was deposited into his stomach. But that was only the beginning, the dragon wanted more and that's what he was going to get.

Big Mac was groaning as his cock was being swallowed to the medial ring. The smooth, scaly lips caressed at his sheath. A hot wet mouth engulfed his tip and started to bob down the rest of his length. If the horse had hands he would have been clenching at the blanket draped over Spike's bed. The dragon was now huffing through his nose as he gagged himself on the pulsing horse cock. Spurts of hot pre coated his tongue and shot down his throat but he wasn't deterred in the least. He could feel that Big Mac was close and it was his duty as a friend to help him out.

For the big finish Spike gave Big Mac another wink before he twisted his snaking tongue around the horse's twitching length. It stretched and wrapped around the member, slipping up and down the length. A deep moan escaped Big Mac's lips as he could feel himself being stroked off with the hot, slimy tongue. Adding to the pleasure, the dragon reached his hand outwards and rubbed at the other half of the horse cock he could not fit into his mouth. Biting his lip and doing his best to hold back a howl of pleasure, Big Mac squirmed and jerked his hips against the dragon's action. Between his legs, the pair of fat, rubbery balls were starting to churn. With a stifled whinny, the stallion came. His tip flared against Spike's throat and his cock swelled as the flood of seed waiting to be deposited inside a mare in heat was finally shot out of his tip.

Gulping and swallowing, Spike drank down the warm load that filled his mouth. There was so much of it, with each swallow came another spurt from the cock tip to flood his maw all over again. All the while Big Mac was seeing stars. That pressure in his lions had finally been released down his pal's throat and he couldn't be more grateful. With a snort his climax died off and his cock began to soften, slipping free from the dragon's coiling tongue. Spike smiled, a layer of cum coating his fangs.

"There? That any better?" Spike asked, wiping the spunk leaking down his chin.

"S-sure is, Spike. Thanks..." Big Mac huffed.

"Anytime..." Spike hiccuped, feeling the hot load sloshing deep in his belly. "Now. While you're here how about we play some Ogres & Oubliettes?"

"Sounds good to me."