The stallion looks down on you, he's easily taller than you, and twice your width. His doleful eyes seem to harbor no anger, merely disappointment that you would steal from him. You can't help but notice, between his calm, quiet eyes and chiseled body, that this stallion is a major hunk.
"Well?" He says, not bothering to repeat his earlier question.
"I, um," You find yourself tripping over your words, partly because of guilt, but mostly because of how enamored you're with him you are, "I'm just a naughty little thief, and I'm awfully embarrassed, I swear."
"Er..." he clearly wasn't expecting that, and judging from how he's started to blush, he wasn't expecting the thief to be such a cute little thing.
"I should be ashamed," You keep up the act, trying to corner him with your words, "If you wanted to punish me I wouldn't blame you. I wouldn't even fight back."
"N-now miss I-" he starts, but you cut him off,
"Orange Cream, sugar. My name is Orange Cream."
"I... Well, Miss Orange Cream Ma'am, I don't think that's necessary. Just three bits for the Apple you stole would be f-fine." He's so cute when he's flustered.
"Oh, but what if I don't have that sort of money? There must be some way to compensate you. Anything at all I could do?" You flutter your eyelashes at him, and he bites his lip. You've got him eating out of your hoof now. He nervously clears his throat and his eyes dart downward. He almost says something, but you put a hoof to his lips
"What's your name?" you whisper. He swallows hard.
"Bi-Big McIntosh."
You smile a devilish smile and quickly slip between his legs. The big guy's already semi-soft from your words alone, and a quick glance at the equipment tells y you immediately why they call him BIG McIntosh. You nuzzle your snout up against his ballsac, he's clearly been out in the fields for a while, because they're nice and sweaty, not to mention dripping with his dominant musk. You take a deep sniff and feel yourself start to lubricate. You put one of the apple-sized testies in your mouth and swirl it about, expertly polishing it.
You hear a soft gasp from above, and soon Mr.McIntosh is flying full mast. You reposition yourself at the tip of his cockflesh, his fully flared tip is almost as big as your head! You wrap your lips around it and begin to suckle, jerking the foreskin on either side with your hooves. He starts breathing deeper, and his member is throbbing.
You slip your tongue inside his peephole, just for kicks, and push against the contracting muscles. He gasps, clearly not expecting that, and leaks precum into your mouth. You suck it down with all your might, and desperately wish he would penetrate your needy pussy.
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