Meeting the Family (Pt.1)

Gold Tier Gift 03 (Part 1): Big Mac vs. Goldilocks 

A bit of friendly family feuding between Ponyville's most well endowed stud, and his equally well-endowed cousin. 

*Futa warning*

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Goldilocks wasn’t amused when she found herself flat down on a pile of hay; her big, supple breasts were pressed into the warm, fresh bed of gold that matched her flaxen mane, leaving a rather noticeable imprint there after she got back on her feet. The wonderfully muscular, yet sensually curvaceous mare curved her back and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, before crossing her arms at the chuckling red stud, who had taken a seat on a haybale a few feet away. 

His legs were parted, showing off the big, juicy bulge under the incredibly tight fabric of his worn jeans while he sipped an ice-cool cider in the sweltering heat of the day. It was coming to the end of Spring, and the heat was just about ramping up as the days went on and on, making the timely meeting today ever more so urgent before it became impossible to meet in the confines of the barn. Roomy and airy as it was, it still couldn’t hide from the heat from the sun outside. Beads of sweat pearled on Goldie’s forehead as she took a seat on an opposite haybale, parting her legs to show off a similarly intimidating, powerful bulge on her cut-off daisy dukes. 

“Cousin Goldy.” Big Mac nodded cooly, dressed in naught but a singlet and his jeans, trying to keep as relaxed as he could in the heat.

Goldie had opted for something a lot more risque; going for those shorts and a checkered shirt two sizes too small, tied just above her belly to expose a swathe of glistening abs, just waiting to be worshiped. She could have put Applejack to shame; and in fact, she did, once, impaling the slightly smaller, though no less muscular mare by the mud pits with nothing but her cock and her opponent’s pussy, leaving her arms free to flex for the hooting crowd while the Ponyville farmer dangled and jizzed herself repeatedly. 

Riding on her victory high, it made perfect sense to go after the other toughest Apple Ponyville had to offer, the big stud of a brother of Applejack’s, and a cousin of hers. One thing led to another, and, after two romps in the bushes and one by the lake, it was finally settled that the duel should take place at noon this very moment, with the winner getting to take control of the farm and everything (and everypony) on it, until the very next month where the loser would be allowed to duel the winner again. Wagers were always something that excited Apples, that was for certain, and this was no different; adding much needed flavor to the fun things they tended to indulge in when no one outside the family was watching.

“Cousin Mac.” Goldie brushed a piece of hay off her gorgeous brown-furred coat; the color of the finest, decadent mocha, before she promptly removed her top with a flick of her fingers and a pop of her buttons, making her big, juicy breasts bounce outwards amid a flicker of glimmering sweat. Her thick, pinkish-brown nipples, like the finest pieces of cherry chocolate, stiffened almost immediately as she rubbed her own chilled bottle of cider over them as if to cool herself down.

Mac steeled his jaw as his cock bounced, ever so slightly, throbbing very visibly in his jeans, before he crossed his legs and took another long, hearty swig of his drink, before chucking the empty bottle to the side. “Alright ‘en, ya wanna get this started? I’ve gotta finish up in the orchard after thrashin’ yuh.”

Goldie’s lips curled into a snide smile, before she set the bottle down. “Psh, thrash me, like how I thrashed your darling little sister?” She chuckled and sucked on her index finger. “Mmmph, what a cowgal she was, trying to ride me into submission...ended up riding herself to exhaustion!”

The big red stud rolled his eyes and stood, casually unbuttoning his aged, but comfortable shirt, before undoing his belt and pulling his trousers down, revealing a pair of boxers that were equally worn and loose...the bulge, however, remained as if he were wearing the tightest thong, a testament to his gifted size. 

Not one to be one-upped so easily, the blonde beauty licked her lips, and casually popped her top with a firm yank on the front, exposing her big, succulent tits as they bounced wildly, taking more than a while to finally stop jiggling as she moved to tug her shorts off and kick them aside, leaving the muscular, yet wonderfully curvaceous mare as nude as the sweating stallion in front of her. 

“So how d’yuh wanna do this, huh? Bare knuckles?” She would raise her fists and go into an orthodox boxing stance, bouncing on her heels a little, inadvertently causing her heaving melons to bounce like the two hanging apples between her legs, causing a major distraction for her opponent. “Submission wrestling?” She went lower, spreading those toned, muscular legs and stretching her arms and fingers out to grapple. “I can take yuh either way and still win. In fact, I’ll let you decide how you want tuh lose, cuz.” She all but grinned, tensing her marvelous body and making her rock-hard muscles bulge. Glimmering beads of sweat flickered off the smooth, shaven curvature of her delightful form as she shifted slightly, trying to ease her way into a comfortable position as she began to slowly circle her opponent in a predatory manner.

Mac was already harder than a tent pole as his cock pitched the tent of champions, going so far as to smack his abs once or twice when he involuntarily tensed his lower body, trying not to let the pearly gob of pre-cum on the tip of his dick grow any further...at least, for now.

“Ah’d say a bit of both. Yuh do what yuh want, sugarcube.” Big Mac would go into his own wrestling stance, tensing his muscles with his arms raised in front of him to his sides, preparing to lock up with the big mare.

Goldie rolled her eyes, before coming to meet his invitation, moving into his grasp like a seasoned professional...only to swipe her arms down inches away from Mac’s fingers, before twisting her body to the side and coming in with a brutal uppercut, smashing into Big Mac’s chin! His head snapped upwards with a loud, satisfying ‘ppprrrbrbttt’ of spit that glimmered with a fine, diamond-like mist in the sunlit barn. He groaned, stumbling back as the other mare followed up fast with a brutish hook to his abs, impacting hard with a low, wet THUMP, making him wheeze and double over. Goldie could really pack a solid punch, about as solid as the cock that was swinging wildly between her legs. She backed up with a satisfied sigh, curling her fingers into a ball and hooking them together so she could deliver a crushing axe-handle blow to the back of Mac’s head, sending him down to the warm, fluffy hay and unforgiving wodden floor that lay under it.

“Urgggh!” He grunted; it had been ten seconds into the fight and he was already a drooling mess, much to his shock. He grit his teeth and shook his head, trying to clear the fuzz and annoying buzz in his ears, before looking up to see a most glorious sight; Goldie looking down with a smug smile, balancing on one leg, with the other raised high in a stomping motion, leaving her juicy cock and succulent balls to bob temptingly above. He blinked, before rolling to the side with a yelp as Goldie’s foot slammed onto the ground below, making the ground shake a little and a gust of hay to fly about. 

He swept out with his arm, catching her by the ankle and smacking her off her feet, sending her flat on her ass with a loud whump, and just like that, Mac was on her, rushing in to first throw all two hundred plus pounds of chiseled, manly muscle on her via his elbow, crushing her washboard abs with a loud battlecry! She shrieked; or at least, would have, had her cheeks not been puffed out and her lips been flapping from the rush of air escaping her lungs. Stunned, she failed to move as he slid over, grabbing her neck with his forearm and hooking her into a sleeper hold. Her eyes bulged and her jaw went slack as he tugged and squeezed, trying to choke her out good and fast. He was already back on his knees, bracing himself on one foot, taking a dominant position with her still flat on her back; her upper body slightly raised as he lifted her by the neck in the chokehold. 

“Urk….!” Goldie gaped and gasped, her arms reaching up to claw at his forearm, which to her felt very much more like an iron bar pressing into her gorgeous neck. He grinned, leaning down to nip her ear sharply. 

“Yuh give? I can be done with yuh by supper, so tap already, yuh-HURRRRRK!” It was Mac’s turn to choke, the words catching in his throat as Goldie slid a hand behind her, and skillfully grasped his glistening, juicy balls...and squeezed. 

His entire body froze, the vile act of those lovely fingers on him, in any other situation, would have been heaven, but she was squeezing about as hard as one would do to juice an apple. Apples, in this case, and Mac soon found his voice again in the form of an agonizing groan.

She tapped on his forearm to remind him that he could spare himself the misery by simply letting go, and his pain-addled brain finally picked up the hint. He let go with an almost desperate sounding whine, letting her gasp for air and turn around...with her hand still on his nuts and crushing him. The big stallion made the best of a bad situation as she gave him a shit eating grin, and he wiped said grin right off her face with his balled-fist, straight to her nose.

Her snout paid the price for her betrayal, and she was sent flying back from the force of the punch. “UNRRGGGH!” She groaned, sliding a distance away, before giving him an angry, pained glare even as a dribble of red leaked down her nose. “Fuckin’....unrrgghrrrggghh…” She wiped the mess off with her forearm, before slowing getting back up on her feet, unsatisfied of the outcome of the first round, while Mac, on trembling knees, got back up and rolled his shoulders, before raising his fists and giving her a ‘bring it on’ motion with his fingers, serving only to enrage her more as she snorted audibly. 

His balls ached with a throb from the earlier crushing, but he fought the pain and remained focused, not wanting to show any sign of weakness so early in the fight. The two would stand off sharply, within striking distance of one another, but not quite engaging. A bead of sweat dribbled from Goldie’s forehead, catching her in the eye and forcing her to blink suddenly. 

“Ng...OOOOOOOOOF!” She would open her eyes again to see Mac’s fist sink into her bruised stomach with such force that her cock would smack the underside of his forearm, before he followed up with a hook to the side of her cheek, sending her sprawling to the side and slamming into a large wood pillar. 

Mac went after her, reaching out to grab her by the hair, only to get a solid backhand to the jaw as she spun around, smacking him silly with a brutish strike, before shrieking and jumping him...literally, plowing into him, chest to chest. Plush, supple pillows of heavenly titflesh would collide with a rock-hard, wall-like chest, and it was easy to see who suffered more in the collision.

Her breasts ached, but it was to pay off as the duo slammed to the ground, giving her an opportunity to mount him by taking a seat on his stomach so she could deliver two rocking hooks to both cheeks, leaving them bruised and leaving him stunned from the savage strikes. She smirked, before placing both arms on his chest to brace herself for an impromptu half-handstand, just so to gain the height and momentum to bring her knee into his balls, smacking them flat against the hay and floor below with a loud, wet thud. She laughed, and rolled off immediately after the blow, if only so she could watch him squirm on the ground after the blow...and squirm he did.

“NRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Mac didn’t scream, but he most certainly did let out an absolutely garish groan as he cupped his pride and curled up into a ball, rolling from side to side as if to soothe the explosion of fire between his legs. Tears formed in his eyes, and he wheezed and coughed on the ground. 

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Part 2 on its way...!