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There was a small hut situated deep in the bowels of the Everfree Forest and constructed within a living tree. It was so far off the beaten trail that nopony would find it unless they knew exactly where to look, and its sole resident generally preferred it that way. The ponies that mattered knew where to find her, but she still had plenty of privacy. She considered it a good arrangement.

One of those ponies was there now, in fact. Macintosh Apple had come stumbling out of the underbrush not five minutes ago, and was sitting quietly in the hut's only chair while Zecora lit a fire under her cauldron. "It looks to me like you've had quite a fright," she said. "My dear Macintosh, is everything alright?"

The huge earth pony stared at the ground, refusing to look her in the eye. "It's a b-bit of a s-s-sensitive issue," he said.

Zecora nearly sighed, but she knew it would hurt his feelings if she seemed frustrated. They had been friends for over a year now, and she knew that poor Macintosh wasn't very good at talking to other ponies. His immense size made him self-conscious, and an old speech impediment from his childhood still gave him trouble when he was nervous. He was normally able to compensate for it, but sometimes he got flustered and forgot to take his time.

That wasn't to say that the apple farmer was antisocial. He had plenty of friends that he visited, including the zebra herself. He was just naturally shy, and preferred to avoid crowds if he could. Zecora understood perfectly, as she was of a similar mind.

Zecora smiled reassuringly. "As your friend I will keep your secret, but I cannot solve a problem if I cannot see it. When you found me you looked anxious and hurried. Tell me, Mac, what has you so worried?"

Macintosh gulped. "Ah c-can't rightly explain it," he said. "A while back, on m-m-mah last visit to C-Canterlot, Ah had a real w-w-weird dream, and and-"

Zecora's hoof touched his lips, and he froze mid sentence. "In your haste, your speech will spoil," the zebra said. "Take your time while the water comes to a boil. Don't worry that you won't use the right fraise. Relax, and let the words fall into place."

After gathering his thoughts, Macintosh began again. Several weeks ago, he had gone to Canterlot to negotiate a better price for the farm's produce. On his last night in town he'd had the dream. In it, he was tied up and taken before a pony he'd never seen before. Things got a little fuzzy after that, but he distinctly remembered watching as his "unmentionables" shrunk right before his eyes. When he woke in his hotel room everything had seemed more or less normal, and he had put the dream out of his mind.

This morning had caused him to rethink the "it was all a dream" explanation. He had discovered during his morning shower that his stallionhood had somehow grown overnight. He was about two inches longer, though it was hard to tell without measuring. It was an unsettling reminder of his Canterlot nightmare, and he wasn't sure if he should be worried about it.

"I see your concern, and it concerns me as well," Zecora said after he had finished. She looked around her hut and began selecting the herbs she needed for a potion. "You are worried it will shrink again, rather than swell."

Macintosh nodded shyly. Zecora noticed his discomfort, and trotted over to wrap him in a comforting hug. "Do not feel shame," she said. "All is well. Soon we'll get to the bottom of this spell. This condition is strange, and I share your concern. Once this brew is done, we'll see what we can learn."

He looked much better as she pulled away. His embarrassment, combined with the frustration that usually came with trying to express himself around her, had shaken him up very badly. She was glad that she could help him feel a little better about such a sensitive problem.

Macintosh watched her move around her hut, fetching several bottles from various places. While she worked, she thought about her quiet friend's odd problem. Most stallions would have been too excited at having gained a few inches to be worried at all.

Then again, Macintosh had probably never felt inferior in that department. Zecora had caught a glimpse of his equipment on a few occasions -purely by accident, of course - and knew that he could put nearly any stallion in Ponyville to shame. Several times, while he had been busy hitching himself to a wagon full of her wares, she had wondered how large such a powerful stallion would be when erect.

Zecora shook her head to rid her mind of errant thoughts. She had a job to do, and daydreaming would only slow her down. She bent to retrieve a bottle that had rolled beneath a chest of drawers, and heard Macintosh shift uncomfortably in his chair.

"I'm bending over right in front of him!" Zecora thought. She straightened up so quickly that she bumped her head on a low shelf and swore in her native tongue. "Oh, this is so embarrassing! I'd bet my tail was even twitching to the side while I thought of him."

She went back to work, doing her best not to look at her guest. She knew that she was being rude, but she didn't want him to see her blush. "He must have been looking," she thought. "Why didn't he say anything? Is he just too shy, or was...was he enjoying the view?"

Zecora tried an experiment. She let another bottle roll into the same place, farther back than the last one, and bent to retrieve it. While she was bent down on the floor, she gave a little wiggle with her rump.

Macintosh coughed uncomfortably. "M-Miss Zecora?" he asked. "There's...ah, there's somethin' Ah ain't t-t-told ya."

Zecora spun around, hoping that she didn't look as embarrassed as she felt. "Ah'm t-tryin' to hold it in," Macintosh whimpered, his hooves between his legs in an attempt to preserve his modesty. "It's...Ah've b-been feelin'...uh, f-frisky since it grew. Ah can't help it. C-Can't hardly keep it, uh, under w-wraps."

"Well, now you've done it," Zecora thought. "You've gotten what you wanted, didn't you? Shame on you. Look at how uncomfortable you made the poor thing." "A-Ah'm s-s-s-sorry!" Macintosh stammered, trying his best to cover up. "It's j-just...Ah c-c-c-cant...oh, p-p-ponyfeathers!"

Zecora grabbed his hoof, and Macintosh suddenly forgot what he had been trying to say. "Once again, you are moving too fast," she whispered. He leaned back in his chair as she stepped closer, until he had no room left to retreat. "Don't try to speak. Just let this moment last."

"W-what're ya doin'?" Macintosh asked.

"This is it," Zecora thought. "As Applejack would say, now is the time to pony up. Is this really what I want?" "Take. Your. Time," she whispered, for once giving up on her usual cadence. She moved forward just enough to brush their lips together. "It is," she thought as she tenderly kissed him. "It's absolutely everything that I want, and then some!"

They moved closer as the kiss grew hotter, and by the time they parted for air she was clinging to him. A strand of saliva connected them at the lips. "Ah l-love you," Macintosh said, his mouth turning up into an uncertain smile. "Have for a l-long time."

Zecora stared into his deep green eyes and slid her hoof down his chest. The feeling of his rock-hard muscle made her weak in the knees. "Macintosh, I love you as well. Being around you makes my heart swell. You've made this lonely hermit's life so much better with every second we've spent together."

Macintosh pushed forward and captured her lips in another deep, satisfying kiss. She hummed in surprise, then slowly began to relax into it. Her tongue caressed his lips, asking for entrance and soon receiving it. He pulled away suddenly, and she worried that she'd made a mistake. Were courtship rituals different for ponies than they were in her tribe? Had she done something wrong?

"Uh, speakin' of s-swelling," Macintosh whispered shyly. His stallionhood had finally broken free of his control, and was extending proudly from its sheathe.

The next few minutes were a bit of a blur. Zecora was kissing him, then guiding him to the bed, and then...then something was prodding at her entrance very insistently. She was lying on top of him, looking up into those gorgeous eyes again, and shivering with anticipation. "One small delay is all I'll abide," she said as she reached for the bedside table. Macintosh watched as she opened one of the drawers and pulled out a small bottle of clear liquid. "I'll need this to help me fit you inside."

Macintosh happened to catch a glimpse of what else was in the drawer before she shut it, and stared at her in shock. "I...a hermit's life can be very lonely," she said. "I would be grateful if you didn't tell anypony."

She knew that her face was almost as red as his at this point. Macintosh wrapped his forelegs around her and brushed a strand of mane out of her face. "Not a word," he said. "Promise."

Zecora squeezed a generous helping of clear gel onto his shaft, causing him to twitch in excitement. "I believe we're ready to begin," Zecora said as she lined up his head with her pussy. "Please be gentle, and I'll try to fit you in."

Slowly, the pressure against her opening increased. Macintosh spread her open more and more, until finally his tip popped into her. Zecora squealed in surprise and clenched around him. She had to wait for a while until she got used to being stretched so wide.

After lubing up again, Zecora sank down a few more inches. Her passage slowly grew accustomed to his size, and she was able to fit about half of him in. "Goddesses," Macintosh murmured. She felt his strong chest trembling beneath her, and his hooves rested on her hips. He didn't try to force her down, but he was obviously tempted.

Zecora could take the rest of him. She was sure of it. "I've done all that I can do by myself," she said, and rested her hooves on top of his. Her hind legs were beginning to shake with the effort of supporting her, but they would be able to rest soon. "I think, for the rest, I will need your he-AAAAH!"

Macintosh took the hint, and pushed down on her hips. His shaft plunged into her, filling her more tightly than anything else she'd ever taken. Zecora was dimly aware of their hips meeting as she collapsed on top of him and screamed. Her hind legs squirmed, but he held her securely while she rode out the wave of pleasure and pain that came with being penetrated so deeply. "Are ya alright?" he asked.

She breathed deeply, trying to relax her inner muscles. "I will be fine in a moment, if I can rest. I knew I...mmm...could take it all when pressed." She stayed still for a long time, enjoying the scent of his coat and the feel of his legs around her. Finally, she tried to pull back a little. She moved just enough to feel him moving inside of her, then sank down again. "It seems that you've finally broken me in. Now, my love, we can truly begin."

The earth pony grunted as she bounced on top of him, only moving a few inches at a time. She moved a bit more with each bounce, until he was being pulled halfway out of her. His hooves groped her hips before sliding back to squeeze her rump. Her jewelry jingled cheerfully as she moved, accompanying each quiet slap as he bottomed out inside of her.

He had always wondered if making love to a zebra would be different than with a pony. She was powerfully built, and had a backside that could have been sculpted by the goddesses themselves. Zebras tended to have a bit more "padding" than ponies, and Zecora was no exception. She was passionate, soft, and warm, with plenty of gentle affection to compliment the crazed lust rushing through them both. In an odd way, he was looking forward to lying with her afterwards just as much as his looming orgasm.

They rutted for a long time before Macintosh finally had to warn her that he was getting close. His size increase apparently came with an improvement in stamina. "Ah'm almost there," he grunted as Zecora slammed their hips together one more time. To his surprise, she paused just as he was about to cum.

"I can see that you are almost done," the zebra said seductively. She leaned down and kissed him before carefully raising her rump into the air. His cock slid free, and she climbed out of the bed on shaky legs. "However," she said as she rested her front hooves on the bed, "you are not the only one. Don't just lie there and stare. Mount me like I deserve, and make me your mare!"

Macintosh's huge frame settled on top of her, exactly as strong and commanding as she had always imagined. His stallionhood bobbed underneath her, and she reached a hoof back to help him find his mark.

Surprisingly, his first push into her was very gentle. "You ready for me to get rough?" he asked, concerned for her comfort even when he was so desperate for release. Zecora nodded, and he gripped her mane between his teeth.

"Gods above!" Zecora screamed as he thrust into her. He pulled back on her mane, just hard enough to let her know that it was his turn to be in control, and pumped his shaft into her depths with every bit of his considerable strength. She was pressed into the mattress, held tightly against his chest by his weight and her weakness while he ravaged her.

It was divine. Zecora had given up on words altogether, and could only alternate between moaning and screaming as he rutted her like an animal. He had become something primal, and he was staking a claim that nopony would ever be able to challenge. She gave herself to him gladly, and could only drool into the sheets while he took her.

Finally, after an eternity that was entirely too short, Zecora came. She screamed even louder than before and writhed underneath him, begging for mercy while praying that he wouldn't give it. She gushed over the base of his shaft, her fluids running down his legs to pool on the floor.

Macintosh wasn't far behind her. "Here Ah go," he grunted. "Out, or in?"

"In!" Zecora begged. "Oh, gods above, in!"

She got her wish moments later. Macintosh removed his hooves from the bed and used both of his forelegs to pull her back onto his throbbing cock. He released her mane, afraid that he would pull on it too hard if he held on any longer. His head flared inside of her, spreading her just a little wider, and he smashed his hips into hers a final time. Her lips pressed against his base, and she squirmed in a futile attempt to take more of him in.

There just wasn't any more to take. She had it all. Macintosh bellowed above her, claiming her for his own.

A gush of seed painted her cervix, and Zecora moaned happily. Her vaginal walls clenched around his shaft rhythmically, milking every last drop of cum from his potent foalmakers. His load pumped her full and kept right on going, stretching her until she thought for sure she would burst.

"Celestia have mercy," Macintosh sighed as he began to relax. He put one of his hooves down to help her support their combined weight, and lifted one of his hind legs onto the mattress. Zecora squealed in surprise when he climbed onto the bed, carrying her along for the ride. He laid her down as comfortably as he could, still buried inside of her, and held her tightly against him. The last few spurts of his seed filled her, and the orgasm left them both weak.

Macintosh held onto her even after she had fallen into an exhausted sleep. He had waited a long time for this, and he wasn't about to let go now.

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I think the picture for this chapter is from blindcoyote, but I can't find it in his gallery. Oh well. Anyway, I nearly used this one, but the characters aren't anthro. I said that I could go gay for Mac, right? Like, just him. No other person, real or fictional. Because damn, just look at him. Big Macintosh is my fetish.