Chapter 1: Ya Gotta Buck The Bob
“So, you two are alright with stayin’ home all by yer lonesome?” Applejack asked.
The two colts—or rather, young stallions, telling by their age—shared looks of disregard while trying to hide away smirks.
“Please, Applejack, ain’t nothin’ to worry ‘bout,” Apple Buck remarked, grinning confidently at Applejack. The youngest sibling of the Apple Family couldn’t help but have a bit of cockiness in his smile, his scrawny yet toned body and short stature brimming with bottled up excitement.
Bob Seed nudged him on the shoulder, nearly sending Apple Buck tumbling over. The much larger and muscular stallion couldn’t help but snigger, standing nearly a head taller than his smaller cousin. “Yeah, what Buck said. We can handle a farm alright with no help whatsoever.”
“I’m trusting y’all with the farm fer just one night,” Applejack reminded the two, the burly stallion’s glare locking onto the pair with a judgement that could shatter mountains. “With no trouble either. Got it?”
“Trouble? What trouble?” Apple Buck asked, passively waving his hoof at his older brother. “There ain’t gonna be no trouble, Applejack. It’s just one night. Not like things can go to Tartarus in less than twelve hours.”
Applejack grunted and rolled his eyes. “I’d beg to differ.”
“‘Sides, Jack, yous got me here to watch over things,” Bob Seed said. He patted Buck’s head with a rough hoof, much to the chagrin of the younger stallion. “I’ll make sure Buck here don’t cause too much of a rodeo wit you an’ Mac gone.”
“Macareina and I are only gonna be gone for tonight, ya hear? Once we’re done deliverin’ them apple shipments to Appaloosa, we’ll be back lickity-split in the mornin’. Pappy Smith is off visitin’ relatives in Dodge Junction, so there’s only ya two here.”
“I dunno why ya had to drag Bob down here to watch me,” Buck complained dryly, directing a sideways glare to the much taller and muscled stallion. “I can take care of myself. I’m practically an adult.”
“Apple Buck, yer barely an adult,” Applejack replied, sighing under his breath. “An’ we ain’t havin’ this discussion again. Bob was visitin’ down here and it was the right thing to do to take him in, like family is supposed to. Besides, him bein’ the more responsible one, I can trust him to keep an eye on ya.”
Buck threw his hoof up in the air in exasperation. “Oh, come on! Bob Seed is more irresponsible than I’ve ever been!” Apple Buck complained.
Bob tugged at Apple Buck’s red bandana tied around his neck, catching him off guard. “Says the guy who was found blasted outta his mind on top of the water tower one mornin’.”
Apple Buck withdrew his bandana from Bob’s grip and shoved his hoof away. “That was never proven!”
“Listen, both of ya, zip yer traps!” Applejack commanded, the stallions quick to shut their mouths and listen. Out in the distance, they spotted Macareina load the last crate filled with apples into the family wagon, waving to Applejack for them to depart. Returning his attention to Buck and Bob, Applejack said, “Now, I gotta shove off, but seein’ how the both of ya are so adamant ‘bout braggin’ they’re the more responsible one, then let’s just see who does the better job at makin’ sure the farm doesn’t burn to the ground in only a night. An’ I except to come back to this place bein’ as spotless and in tip-top shape as I left it, ya hear?”
Both stallions nodded and gulped under the harsh glare of Applejack. Letting the glare last a second or two longer, Applejack smirked and slapped both of them with rowdy approval on the backs, nearly breaking their spines.
“Glad to hear it! Have fun, and don’t do anythin’ I wouldn’t do!”
With that, Applejack trotted to his sister, the two fast to leave behind the barn and make a head-start for the train station to catch a ride for Appaloosa.
As the two stallions waved their goodbyes, Apple Buck leaned close to Bob Seed and whispered, “So, nothin’ Applejack wouldn’t do, eh?”
Bob chuckled, still waving as Applejack and Mac departed over the hill. “Well, that sure leaves plenty of options open, don’t it?”
“Sure does,” Apple Buck agreed.
“You know where Applejack hides the booze?”
“Sure do.”
“And ya managed to get the key to the liquor cabinet?”
Apple Buck withdrew a key from his bandana, a devious grin growing on his face. “Sure did.”
Bob eyed that key like a golden invitation to an all around good night. “Well, now’s the time to see whether a city slicker can beat a country bumpkin in drinkin’.”
“I suppose,” Apple Buck agreed, going back inside. He stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder at Bob, winking. “But we already know the answer to that one, don’t we?”
“Man, yous is such a frickin’ lightweight!”
“I ain’t!”
“Yous ain’t no heavyweight, I can tells ya that!”
“Just shove it up yer ass, ya stickin’... stickin’...” Apple Buck groaned, falling out of his chair to the floor.
Bob Seed looked up from his position on the couch, searching all around for the sudden disappearance of Apple Buck. The two were in the Apple Family’s living room, filled with quaint furniture, a fireplace, and the new resident of opened and freshly drained liquor bottles lining the coffee table and floor. Grunting, Bob slided off the couch and fell flat to the floor, now eye to eye with Apple Buck. Although, it wasn’t exactly eye to eye, considering Apple Buck was currently upside down.
“Ha, I knew ya couldn’t handle yer booze,” Apple Buck jeered, a silly grin on his face.
Bob Seed stuck his tongue out, attempting to get back on his hooves without the world throwing him off like a spinning top. “I can handle my booze tens time better than yous can handle it, ya bumpkin.”
“Least I ain’t no slicker,” Buck replied, sticking out his tongue.
“See, now ya got it all wrong. Bein’ a slicker is great.” Bob managed to support himself against the side of the couch, now back on four hooves, for the most part. “Bein’ slick means, that I’m cool, unlike a bumpkin like yous. All the mares always comin’ for a slicker. Ain’t never heard of no mare comin’ for no bumpkin.”
“That means ya just haven’t been out much,” Apple Buck said. The younger stallion didn’t even bother to try and get up, his unruly red mane splayed out beneath his head. “Here in Ponyville, the bumpkins get the most bumps, if ya catchin’ my drift.”
“Only drift yous got is a piece of driftwood travelin’ down the river of not gettin’ any.”
Buck narrowed his eyes, tapping a hoof to his chin in pause. “Actually, Bob, that don’t make a heck of a lotta sense.”
“Ain’t supposed to, I’m drunk.” Bob Seed got back atop the couch he had just fallen out of, reaching out to grab another bottle of liquor as well. Twisting off the cap with his teeth, he lifted the bottle with both hooves and guzzled down a quarter of it without stop, ending in a great sigh of relief. “An’ I’m plannin’ to get more drunk before mornin’.”
“Dear Solaris, we’re gonna have the worst hangover’s in the world tomorrow,” Buck realized. “It’s gonna be like Applejack buckin’ our brains out over and over and over and over again!”
“Well, then there’s only one solution to that. Get more drunk.” Bob Seed held out a new bottle to Apple Buck, shaking it to entice the stallion to come forward. “See, if we’re already gonna get really bad hangovers in the mornin’, the only way to get through it is to get so drunk that we’ll still be drunk tomorrow. Meanin’ that we’ll be so shitfaced that we ain’t even gonna realize we gots a hangover!”
Apple Buck shifted onto his stomach, groaning loudly from protests his body signaled to his brain over just the slightest movement. “Hey Bob, the drunker ya get, the less you make sense.”
“It’s a special gift. One I’m sure yer jealous of.”
With a grunt, Buck managed to drag himself atop the couch, sliding next to Bob. Uncorking his bottle, Buck rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure am, Bob, sure am.”
“Yous always been a bit jealous of me, ain’tcha, Buck?” Bob asked, sniggering under his breath.
Apple Buck halted his binging of booze, casting Bob Seed an uneasy sideways glance. “Whatcha talkin’ ‘bout, Bob?”
Bob Seed shrugged, relaxing in his seat with both hooves behind his head and legs splayed out before him. “Well it’s pretty obvious, Buck, that yer jealous of me.”
“Jealous of what?” Buck asked. “I sure as hell ain’t jealous ‘bout not bein’ a big dunderheaded moron from the city.”
“Try to deny it, Buck, but it ain’t gonna work on me.” Bob flexed out a foreleg, showcasing an impressive physical physique and bulging bicep. “Fer one thing, I got ya beat in the muscles department.” Tapping his own light brown cheek, Bob Seed winked. “Not to mention, these good looks. Yer practically burnin’ with jealousy.”
“I ain’t!” Apple Buck said, his yellow cheeks turning as red as his mane.
“Sure do. Anypony with eyes can see it.” Chuckling mildly, Bob swished the remaining booze in his bottle and tipped it back in one back gulp. “Well, at least the mares do, seein’ how I get more flank than a cutie mark.”
“Please, the only flank ya can get is yer own. An’ at this rate, I’ll be surprised if ya can even manage that.”
Bob looked to Apple Buck, his tongue wiggling itself in his bottle to collect the last drops of booze. Withdrawing it, he snorted. “Yeah, just like I thought, jealous.”
“Is yer skull as thick as the side of a barn? I already told ya, I ain’t jealous!”
“Jeeeeeeeeeeeealous!”
Apple Buck gritted his teeth. Getting his back hooves up, he pounced on Bob Seed, throwing either of them off the couch and over the back end to fall in a pile on the floor on the other side. Laying on top of his, Buck slammed his hoof weakly against Bob’s foreleg. “I ain’t jealous, ya stupid dolt! I can get way more mares than ya anyday of the week!”
Grunting, Bob shoved Apple Buck off himself, now standing above him, trapping the smaller stallion underneath him.
“Really now? Big words comin’ from such a small colt,” Bob sneered, their noses so close together Buck could smell the booze from Bob’s breath, and Bob likewise.
“I ain’t small where it counts,” Buck said through gritted teeth, wiggling beneath Bob’s grip to escape.
“Oh really now?” Bob asked. Leaning closer so that his lips brushed against Buck’s ear, he whispered, “Well, let’s make a little wager then, eh? Whoever is the smallest is the one jealous of the other stallion. Deal?”
Narrowing his eyes, Apple Buck sighed and nodded his head. “...Ya know, I ain’t even gonna bother to make sense of ya anymore, let’s just do it.”
Backing away, Bob Seeb sat on his rump, spreading his legs out. “Great. We ain’t got a ruler, so we’re gonna need to eyeball it.”
“No way, I ain’t gonna eyeball yer dick!” Apple Buck exclaimed, sitting up to only cover his eyes with his hooves at Bob Seed’s shameless display.
Bob rolled his eyes, rubbing a hoof against the bridge of his muzzle. “Oh fer cryin’ out loud… just do it, ya yellowbellied coward!”
“I literally have a yellow belly, so that ain’t gonna work on me!”
Groaning, Bob said, “Listen, just look! Unless you’re scared ‘bout bein’ smaller or somethin’.” Smirking, Bob shrugged. “Maybe yer just afraid to lose?”
Peeking from between his hooves, Apple Buck frowned. “I ain’t afraid of nothin’.” He lowered his hooves, his eyes traveling across Bob Seed’s well toned stomach and thighs to his groin.
“We’ll just see ‘bout that, Buck,” Bob chuckled, wiggling his hips.
Bob Seed’s sweltering pride was standing to full attention in just few moments, the added effects of alcohol having lowered his inhibitions like the water level in a lake during a drought. The shaft was long and thick, twitching every now and then in the dim lighting of the living room. Spitting in his hoof, Bob rubbed his dark brown length with a devious grin on his features.
“Well, Lil’ Buck, whatcha got to compete with this?”
“Uh…” Apple Buck blushed, holding his hooves over his shame as he stared down to check it. “N-not much…”
Bob Seed snorted, shuffling over with his dick dangling with each motion. “Come on, lemme take a looksy.”
Buck turned away, his face growing redder by the second. “N-no, you won, okay? There ain’t nothin’ to see!”
Bob grabbed Apple Buck’s back leg and forced his legs open while slapping his hooves away. All of this to reveal Buck’s flaccid dick, hanging limply in his hoof.
“Whoa, um… uh… er…” Bob Seed blinked, scratching his head. “That’s… somethin’.”
“I can’t perform by myself when I’m drunk, okay!” Buck admitted, hiding his face in his hooves with a sob. “I get shitfaced and then I get shitdicked!”
Bob patted Buck’s back. “Hey now, Buck, just relax now. It ain’t no big deal.”
“Yes it is!” Apple Buck sniffed, wiping his muzzle. “Now yer gonna tell everypony in town, and then I’ll never get laid fer the rest of my life.”
Bob smirked, his hoof traveling down Buck’s back. “Well now, I can’t be declared the winner ‘til the actual competition has started now, can I?” His hoof had reached Apple Buck’s shaft, slowly playing with his balls like a pair of toys while teasing the tip of his length. Already Buck’s cock was becoming simulated from the activity, steadily hardening due to Bob’s expert hoof skills.
“B-Bob, whatcha doin’?” Buck asked, his nerves shouting at him to jump, yet his hormones begging him to stay. “Fuck… what the fuckin’ hell, Bob?”
“Hey, I’m just helpin’ my cousin out. What’s family for?” Bob whispered in Buck’s ear, his hot breath running down Buck’s sweat soaked neck. “‘Sides, we can’t find out who won ‘til we get ya up ship-shape, now can we?”
“This is so—hrgh—so weird!” Apple Buck winced, his legs shaking for but a moment as his spine trembled at a particularly sensitive spot in between Buck’s shaft and ballsack. “What’ll Applejack say?”
Bob Seed ran his tongue down Apple Buck’s neck, his saliva coating Buck’s coat while Bob collected his sweat. “He don’t need to know nothin’ ‘bout this. Same thing with the booze. We keep our mouths zipped, have a good time…” Bob’s hoof-rubbing grew more vigorous, Buck’s length now nearly at full extension, “an’ get laid in the process. What’s a better deal than that?”
Buck gulped, feeling Bob’s own hardened shaft poking into his leg, his saliva making his cock slick against Buck’s coat. “But we’re… we’re cousins. Ain’t this taboo?”
Bob turned Buck around, pushing him to his back. Then, directing his own head to Buck’s stiffened glory, he smirked, never halting in his constant stimulation by rubbing it. “Yeah, and so’s doin’ this.” Bob Seed leaned forward, slowly trailing the tip of his tongue around the head of Buck’s cock, circling it several times before poking the very tip in a swirling fashion. Moving back while smacking his lips, Bob Seed looked Apple Buck right in the eyes and said with a huge grin on his face, “But yous don’t here me bitchin’ ‘bout it, do ya?”
Without another word, Bob Seed returned to his work, collecting the head of Buck’s dick in his mouth while twirling his tongue around it like a hoola-hoop. Saliva dripped down Buck’s shaft, the pleasure of Bob’s hot breath on his head making his back tingle and his muscles ache for more, much more. Buck had to bite on his bandana once Bob began to take in more of his dick in his mouth, his shaft hardening in Bob’s mouth with each bod of his head. All while this was going on, Bob Seed never stopped playing with Buck’s balls, taking each testicle in a hoof so that he may squeeze them or fumble them together, taking Buck’s breath away with each tug or pull.
Bob’s lips finally reached the base of Buck’s dick, the tightening sensation of Bob’s mouth squeezing his shaft nearly sending Apple Buck off end in terms of bliss. Moving his tongue along Buck’s length like a snake, Bob slowly pulled out of the deepthroat, taking a monotonously long time while licking Buck’s shaft every inch of the way. Finally reaching his head, Bob gave it one last tongue lashing before licking his lips, voicing a sigh of content.
“Well, ain’t that tasty!” Bob laughed. “Though, I was expectin’ more of an apple flavor to it. Yer sure yous a true Apple, Bucky boy? Ha!”
“Oh fuck me, I just got a blowjob from my cousin!” Apple Buck exclaimed, holding his face in his hooves.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck ya later. First thing’s first though, we gotta see who the winner is.”
Without further adieu, Bob Seed shifted his legs on top of Apple Buck’s own, their dicks towering between the two and touching together in the comparison contest. After some adjusting, Bob grabbed ahold of both trembling shafts, pushing them together at the base to make sure they were even. While this was all going on, Apple Buck was flustered to high hell, drool running down his lips as he felt every twitch and sensation between his dick and Bob’s, the sensation sending wave after wave of pure, hot, sweaty ecstasy to his brain.
Peering close, Bob furrowed his brow and hummed to himself. “Let’s see… we’re both as erect as we’ll ever be, so only thing now is to see who’s longer…” Bob Seed’s eyes widened, his jaw hanging agape. “Yous gotta be fuckin’ me!”
As plain as the sun in the afternoon sky, Buck beat Bob. Only by less than half an inch, that is, but Apple Buck’s dick just beat out Bob’s shaft in the length department. Even though Bob Seed’s dick measured wider in girth, it just came shy to being longer than Buck’s.
“I… I won?” Buck whispered. He clapped his hooves together, pumping them repeatedly towards the sky. “I’m bigger than Bob! That means yer the one jealous of me!”
“That ain’t true!”
“It sure is true!” Buck said, crossing his hooves together and smirking. “Remember our bet? Whoever was smallest was jealous of the other. And since I’m bigger, you’re jealous of my huge cock.”
Bob gritted his teeth, almost shaking in anger. “I… yous… uh… fuck you, Bucky, just fuck ya!”
With a smile as wide as a mile, Apple Buck stuck his tongue out at Bob. “Didn’t ya say ya were gonna do that to me anyhow?”
Bob’s frown quickly turned upside down to a grin that put Buck’s smile to shame. Grabbing ahold of either side of Apple Buck’s hips, Bob nodded. “Actually, now that ya reminded me…” Using his superior strength, Bob Seed lifted Apple Buck’s smaller body a foot in the air, positioning the tip of his own dick along the outside edge of Buck’s asshole, “I did tell yous that. An’ I’d just hate to be a liar and not live up to my word.”
Staring down with worried eyes, Buck asked, “Uh, Bob… yer not really serious, are ya?”
Bob loosened his grip, the head of his penis probing a bit deeper into Buck’s anus.
“C-cause yer a bit on the dry side…”
He lowered Buck a little bit more, the entire head now enwrapped inside Apple Buck’s asshole.
“F-fuck, Bob, that ain’t all gonna fit in there!”
Smirking, Bob pulled away his hooves, saying, “We’ll see.”
With an eep, Buck fell, half of Bob’s shaft filling him up. Already he felt his anal walls stretch to accommodate Bob’s wide girth and impressive length, the feeling a weird mix of unformtableness and pure pleasure shot straight into his brain. Holding his hooves against Bob Seed’s hips, Buck tried to slow down his descent, but to no avail. Every movement only caused more of Bob’s length to worm its way inside him, inch by inch of his shaft fitting itself inside Buck’s asshole. Before he knew it, Apple Buck had reached the base of Bob Seed’s dick, the entire length shoved right up his asshole, filling him up like never before.
Grunting at the tightness of Buck’s hole, Bob tapped the tip of Apple Buck’s hardened shaft. “Well, looky here, someone’s excited to be fucked up their ass.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, too much, Bob, too fucking much!” Apple Buck muttered, his legs shaking uncontrollably now.
Laughing, Bob pushed upward with his hips, forcing Buck to jump and then fall back down, ramming Bob’s dick right back up his asshole. The tightness alone made Bob groan with pleasure, his cock feeling like it might explode within Buck right there and then.
Thrusting his hips upward again, Bob guided Buck’s body up with hooves on either side of his hips, only to drag his bottom back down so hard Bob’s balls slapped against Buck’s ass. “Come on, Bucky, live a little. This is yer reward fer the wager, so take it like a stallion.”
Each thrust lifted Apple Buck higher and higher, only to drop him down again, penetrating his asshole over and over again with Bob’s cock. Each thrust caused Buck’s erect cock to flop up and down against their chests, precum squirting out here and there as Buck’s moans grew louder.
“Fuck, ouch, fuck, ouch, fuck, ouch!” Apple Buck repeated, his tongue hanging out of his mouth with a mindless smile splayed out over his face. His asshole never felt so good, every movement, throb, twitch, and even penetration from Bob’s dick setting his ass in a blissful inferno that beat against his skull until he became a broken down wreck riding high on ecstasy unlike anything he’s felt before.
Likewise, Bob’s cock was fully enwrapped within the warm, pleasurable warmness of Buck’s hot ass. Every movement was a difficult process itself, but did it ever pay off. His dick never felt so good shoved up someone’s asshole before, and his pace quickened and his thrusts became more uncontrollable and rapid, Bob Seed knew he didn’t have much time left.
With a final generous pick up almost to the head of Bob’s dick, Apple Buck fell with a mighty scream to the base of Bob’s shaft, all his muscles tensing up as he felt a hot tide of Bob Seed’s seed exploded within him.
Bob heaved a sigh of relief, his end nigh and already passed. As Apple Buck sat on his cock with an expression between pure joy and complete obliviousness, Bob Seed just kept on pumping load after load of jizz up Buck’s ass. He actually felt Buck’s anal walls tighten around his length, just milking him for all he was worth. A torrent of semen discharged in a flood of white goo up Apple Buck’s tight asshole, dripping out in a small trickle after overflowing inside Buck.
“Well… fuck me, Bucky, that was a hoot!” Bob cheered, a grin of victory creeping up on his cheeks. “If I had know yous was this fine a lay years ago, I woulda fucked ya at the last family reunion!”
“G-good to know, Bob,” Apple Buck replied. Slurping up some drool that hung down from his open mouth, Apple Buck picked himself up gingerly from Bob’s cock, grateful it had become somewhat flaccid so the process didn’t result in more difficulty on his end. Right away, a blob of white goo dripped out of Buck’s asshole, streaming in a small pool of jizz that had formed between the two cousins. “Shit, how we gonna clean this up?”
“Ah, ain’t no big deal,” Bob assured Buck, getting up as well. Bending over to give the pool of hot, sticky whiteness a sniff, Bob Seed shrugged. “We could always get a rag or somethin’ to wipe it up later. In fact, since I gave yous such a good time, you can clean it up yerself. Sound fair, Bucky?”
Bob’s eyes grew wide when he felt the sudden presence of a long, large object prick the outside of his asshole. Checking over his shoulder, Bob stared eye to eye with Bucky, who had clamoured onto his behind when he wasn’t looking while bent over, already lining up the head of his shaft over Bob Seed’s asshole.
“Actually, Bobby, I think it’d be more appropriate for ya to clean it up yourself,” Buck said, that same confident grin and swagger etched in his smile. Forcing a bit more of his dick up Bob’s ass, Apple Buck added, “Lick clean, I might add.”
“Yous crazy, Buck? Why in th—fuck!” Bob bent down further, his back knees weakening when the entire head of Apple Buck’s dick penetrated him.
“That wasn’t a suggestion, Bob,” Apple Buck said. He slapped Bob’s ass, forcing the much larger stallion to go further down so that Buck’s stance would actually allow his back hooves to touch the ground. “Lick or I’ll flick it.”
“Flick what?”
Arching his back, Apple Buck quickly pushed the rest of his even more impressively larger than Bob’s length right up Bob’s ass, reaching the base and causing Bob to jolt in surprise. Bob Seed could feel every throb of Apple Buck’s length inside him, like a heartbeat, just raring to go to run a full marathon at the drop of a hat. With a single hoof, Buck reached down to Bob’s rehardened cock, pulled it down, then let it go to slap against Bob’s stomach, the effect both pleasurable and a bit of the painful side for the larger stallion.
“See, Bobby, I mentioned before whenever I get shitfaced I get shitdicked. This also means it takes me a bit to cum. And I ain’t cum yet, have I?” Pulling out at half length, Apple Buck rammed his length back into the glorious tightness of Bob’s asshole, the tight sensation of his anus bringing a chipper smile to Buck’s cheeks. “Also, might as well as reward ya fer givin’ me a good time in the first place, am I right?”
Before Bob could reply again, Buck was on the move for another thrust, gleefully pounding into his ass with a vigor one wouldn’t expect a much smaller stallion Buck’s size to have, especially considering the much larger partner he was currently shoving his cock up the ass of. All Bob Seed could do was comply, his muscles tense with each thrust Buck’s long dick managed to fit inside him. Taking a couple of licks of the white mess on the floor, Bob smacked his lips. “Hmm… slimy, yet satisfyin’.”
“Tight, yet refreshin’,” Buck added on, his hips like a storm, dick like a jackhammer. Short, rapid bursts, then a steady pace of short and longer lasting penetrations, then back to more and more bursts that made Buck’s dick tingle in enjoyment and Bob’s asshole sore with pleasure. Before too long, the short bursts were becoming one long, uninterrupted one, each thrust quicker than the last and more filled with energy than the first.
Apple Buck grunted, holding onto Bob’s sides with all his might as he felt the pent up fire within him burn with a searing inferno of release that just had to come or else he’d burn out. Slapping Bob’s flank, Buck shouted out, “F-f-fuck, gonna cum!”
“Fer cryin’ out loud, do it up my ass! I’ll have less of a mess to clean up then!” Bob yelled, cringing as he prepared for Buck’s release.
Apple Buck pounded Bob Seed’s ass a few moments longer, the build up finally climaxing to an orgasm that nearly knocked the smaller stallion off his hooves. With one final shove, Buck came right up Bob’s asshole, the fresh wave of hot, sticky goo causing Bob Seed to fall flat on the floor while Buck continued to fill him up. Stream after stream shot off into his ass, the bigger stallion clenching his teeth as he bore through the warm, pleasurable experience. His cock throbbed underneath him, Bob’s asscheeks clamping down hard on Buck’s dick just to squeeze out every last drop that he could.
On Apple Buck’s end, he was practically laying on top of Bob in utter, sex-addled bliss, his dick cumming so much he was sure he’d bust a nut at some point. Bob’s asshole was overflowing with semen, which spilled out his hole in a search for release any way it could. With a final tingle up his spine signaling he was spent, Apple Buck slid off Bob’s back, falling on his own with his erect cock quickly going flaccid the moment it was pulled out. A few strands of cum had spilled on Bob Seed’s back during the move, splattering his brown behind with lines of whiteness.
Both stallions didn’t say a word for a few seconds, too busy panting and drawing in much needed air. Finally, it was Apple Buck who broke the awkward tension in the air, saying, “So, uh, wow. That was… weird.”
“What? Ain’t nothin’ weird ‘bout cousins fuckin’.” Bob sniggered, his face covered in his own cum that was still a pool on the floor. “Hell, it’s even a stereotype. An’ every stereotype has a grain of truth in ‘em somewhere.”
“Dear Solaris, we’re butt-fuckin’ southern cousins!” Apple Buck held his face in his hooves and groaned. “That is literally one of the worst stereotypes to be in!”
“Save yer breath, I’m from Manehatten. I ain’t no country bumpkin like yous.” Bob Seed struggled to get back onto four hooves, blushing at the leakage going on from his rear end. “‘Sides, we both had some fun tonight, had some family bondin’. All in all, pretty nice visit in my opinion.”
Looking from between his hooves, Buck asked, “So what now? Things ain’t gonna be weird between us… right?”
“Not unless yous make ‘em weird, bumpkin Buck,” Bob Seed replied with a smirk. Licking a loose strand of semen from his cheek, he turned around, sauntering off with an enticing shake with his flank for Apple Buck’s eyes. “An’ if ya need me, I need to take a shower. Semen is tough to get outta yer coat. If ya wanna join me, I suppose we can help each other out with washing away the jizz.” Looking over his shoulder, Bob Seed winked. “It is the family thing to do, after all.”
As Bob Seed trotted upstairs, Apple Buck looked up at the ceiling, his dick thoroughly impressed and his ass even more so from that quite enjoyable anal poundage with Bob from earlier. Mulling over his thoughts, Apple Buck got up, and followed Bob up the stairs for a shower.
“Yay, only a family as weird as this one thinks helping to clean up jizz outta yer coat is the family thing to do.”
Author's Note
I had this song playing the entire time I was writing this story, on repeat endlessly. Real good stuff. Also, yaaaaaaay, first M/M clopfic. Was a good amount of fun, will have to give it another shot sometime. Hope y'all enjoy it!
