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Big Macintosh's heavy footsteps made the dusty, earthen floor of the Sweet Apple Acres barn vibrate. Each impact of the farm stallion's enormous hooves was a heavy, meaty, yet lazy thud. Big Mac looked exhausted. It had been a very hard day's work, dedicated to picking apples and tilling the land. Big Mac's massive feet had been constantly pounding the ground, leaving deep, prominent footprints, the grass flattened and bruised beneath his indifferent stride, unconcerned with anything small, including the tiny insects that often swarmed about. What mattered was focusing on the work, helping with the most tiring and physically demanding tasks, not wasting his precious attention on things that were irrelevant, much less things much smaller than the size of an imposing stallion. As he walked through the barn, he left his hoofprints imprinted on the floor, visible to any outsider.
Big Mac, sweating profusely and breathing heavily, lay back and settled comfortably on some bales of hay stored in the barn. He felt a wave of relief wash over him; a good rest was well-deserved after all the hard work he had done. The family would be gathering for dinner soon, but for now, Big Mac wanted to relax and unwind. The stallion let out a deep sigh.
"Eeyup... finally a good rest... It was needed."He murmured calmly and simply, closing his eyes.
Barely a minute had passed when a familiar face appeared at the barn for Big Mac: Sugar Belle, the greatest love of his life, standing by the entrance.
“Oh, ¡hello Big Mac!”
The mare's gaze lingered on Big Mac's eyes, filled with that serenity and calm that she so admired and that characterized him. However, her gaze was drawn to what stood out most about her favorite stallion: his enormous hooves—fleshy, dirty, and sweaty—already resting on the ground after a long day's work. A light blush began to tinge Sugar Bell's cheeks. Big Mac, for his part, felt at ease seeing his beautiful mate arrive unannounced at his home, something that didn't bother him in the slightest, as her presence was always welcome.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you today, Sugar Bell.” said the stallion, in a calm “Did you bring apple pies?”
"Of course!"she exclaimed“I have all the cargo out here. But I also wanted to see how you were doing,” Sugar Bell said. “I can see you’re tired.”
“Eeyup”Big Mac nodded gently.“I’ve been very busy. I wouldn’t mind spending some time alone with you, darling.”
“Oh, of course!”
Sugar Bell walked deep into the barn and approached Big Mac. The stallion's muscular, toned body—the result of so many years of hard work—hypnotized her. But Big Mac's enormous feet stood out above the rest, a fascination and attraction to those stomps that drove her wild, but not to the point of losing her composure. She wasn't good at hiding her peculiar tastes. Big Mac noticed, and he understood. He wasn't stupid; he knew, and it was obvious, that his mare felt something quite special for his feet, which they trampled so much every day with their heavy strides. It wasn't even a secret, one that hadn't been properly concealed, but that wasn't a problem.
“Your feet… look very dirty and tired…”Sugar Bell said, in a low but still audible voice.
“Eeyup.”Big Mac responded "Will you do me a favor?"
Sugar Bell nodded without hesitating for a second, as she was already beginning to anticipate what was going to happen.
Raising his enormous foot, Big Mac placed it on another bale of hay near him, and especially near Sugar Bell. The weight of his massive red stamp shifted slightly as he put his weight on it. Sugar Bell froze when she got a close look at the sole of Big Mac's foot. She found a dirty, dark brown surface, clumps of dust and dirt, grass stuck together and worn down from countless steps, and ants battered and squashed like the insignificant creatures they were—those tiny beings who dared to enter territory that rightfully belonged to giants like Big Mac, who paid no attention to such trivial matters. Beads of sweat trickled and danced across the damp sole, reflecting the faint sunlight of the late afternoon filtering through the windows. Big Mac wiggled his toes, a provocative and deliberate movement.
"Sugar Belle... come here, darling..."he says in that deep, slow voice"Will you clean these feet for me?"
The mare didn't respond, but the look seemed to be the answer Big Mac needed.
"Yep... they've been sweating all day, they're really dirty and tired... and that face of yours tells me they drive you crazy when they're like this~"he whisper in the last part as Big Mac wiggles his enormous toes a little in front of Sugar Bell's face, just a few centimeters apart, letting the strong, earthy smell envelop her, unhurried, totally relaxed on the hay.
Sugar Bell turned bright red; there was no point in hiding it. She felt a powerful urge to stick her tongue out and make direct contact with the fleshy, powerful sole of her favorite stallion's penis, an idea so exciting she was about to make it a reality.
But in a remote corner of the depths of the layer of grime and filth that covers the width and length of Big Mac's sole, a small group of microbe-sized humans lay crushed, their bodies unrecognizable in flattened masses, their clothes torn to shreds, their weapons and supplies disintegrated into a powder so fine you'd say they'd disintegrated, covered in a paste of dried, coagulated blood—a grotesque human puree that has gone largely unnoticed. This is all that remains of an unfortunate human reconnaissance team, sent from planet Earth to explore the world of Equestria in search of new horizons to expand into. Their end was as abrupt as it was swift and painless, for while they explored what appeared to be a forest of colossal apple trees, they only saw a massive mass of sweaty, filthy flesh descend upon them until everything went dark. In a matter of minutes, a mare's tongue will dissolve into oblivion the crushed and flattened remains of this failed expedition.
It was a very bad idea to go out when the red giant was on working hours.
Big Mac, sweating profusely and breathing heavily, lay back and settled comfortably on some bales of hay stored in the barn. He felt a wave of relief wash over him; a good rest was well-deserved after all the hard work he had done. The family would be gathering for dinner soon, but for now, Big Mac wanted to relax and unwind. The stallion let out a deep sigh.
"Eeyup... finally a good rest... It was needed."He murmured calmly and simply, closing his eyes.
Barely a minute had passed when a familiar face appeared at the barn for Big Mac: Sugar Belle, the greatest love of his life, standing by the entrance.
“Oh, ¡hello Big Mac!”
The mare's gaze lingered on Big Mac's eyes, filled with that serenity and calm that she so admired and that characterized him. However, her gaze was drawn to what stood out most about her favorite stallion: his enormous hooves—fleshy, dirty, and sweaty—already resting on the ground after a long day's work. A light blush began to tinge Sugar Bell's cheeks. Big Mac, for his part, felt at ease seeing his beautiful mate arrive unannounced at his home, something that didn't bother him in the slightest, as her presence was always welcome.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you today, Sugar Bell.” said the stallion, in a calm “Did you bring apple pies?”
"Of course!"she exclaimed“I have all the cargo out here. But I also wanted to see how you were doing,” Sugar Bell said. “I can see you’re tired.”
“Eeyup”Big Mac nodded gently.“I’ve been very busy. I wouldn’t mind spending some time alone with you, darling.”
“Oh, of course!”
Sugar Bell walked deep into the barn and approached Big Mac. The stallion's muscular, toned body—the result of so many years of hard work—hypnotized her. But Big Mac's enormous feet stood out above the rest, a fascination and attraction to those stomps that drove her wild, but not to the point of losing her composure. She wasn't good at hiding her peculiar tastes. Big Mac noticed, and he understood. He wasn't stupid; he knew, and it was obvious, that his mare felt something quite special for his feet, which they trampled so much every day with their heavy strides. It wasn't even a secret, one that hadn't been properly concealed, but that wasn't a problem.
“Your feet… look very dirty and tired…”Sugar Bell said, in a low but still audible voice.
“Eeyup.”Big Mac responded "Will you do me a favor?"
Sugar Bell nodded without hesitating for a second, as she was already beginning to anticipate what was going to happen.
Raising his enormous foot, Big Mac placed it on another bale of hay near him, and especially near Sugar Bell. The weight of his massive red stamp shifted slightly as he put his weight on it. Sugar Bell froze when she got a close look at the sole of Big Mac's foot. She found a dirty, dark brown surface, clumps of dust and dirt, grass stuck together and worn down from countless steps, and ants battered and squashed like the insignificant creatures they were—those tiny beings who dared to enter territory that rightfully belonged to giants like Big Mac, who paid no attention to such trivial matters. Beads of sweat trickled and danced across the damp sole, reflecting the faint sunlight of the late afternoon filtering through the windows. Big Mac wiggled his toes, a provocative and deliberate movement.
"Sugar Belle... come here, darling..."he says in that deep, slow voice"Will you clean these feet for me?"
The mare didn't respond, but the look seemed to be the answer Big Mac needed.
"Yep... they've been sweating all day, they're really dirty and tired... and that face of yours tells me they drive you crazy when they're like this~"he whisper in the last part as Big Mac wiggles his enormous toes a little in front of Sugar Bell's face, just a few centimeters apart, letting the strong, earthy smell envelop her, unhurried, totally relaxed on the hay.
Sugar Bell turned bright red; there was no point in hiding it. She felt a powerful urge to stick her tongue out and make direct contact with the fleshy, powerful sole of her favorite stallion's penis, an idea so exciting she was about to make it a reality.
But in a remote corner of the depths of the layer of grime and filth that covers the width and length of Big Mac's sole, a small group of microbe-sized humans lay crushed, their bodies unrecognizable in flattened masses, their clothes torn to shreds, their weapons and supplies disintegrated into a powder so fine you'd say they'd disintegrated, covered in a paste of dried, coagulated blood—a grotesque human puree that has gone largely unnoticed. This is all that remains of an unfortunate human reconnaissance team, sent from planet Earth to explore the world of Equestria in search of new horizons to expand into. Their end was as abrupt as it was swift and painless, for while they explored what appeared to be a forest of colossal apple trees, they only saw a massive mass of sweaty, filthy flesh descend upon them until everything went dark. In a matter of minutes, a mare's tongue will dissolve into oblivion the crushed and flattened remains of this failed expedition.
It was a very bad idea to go out when the red giant was on working hours.
Category Artwork (Digital) / My Little Pony / Brony
Species Pony (MLP)
Size 2179 x 1691px
File Size 4.29 MB
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