A Eternity for Two
The evening had been wonderful.
There was just no other way Snowflake could describe it.
They- meaning Big Mac and him- had taken a leisurely stroll through the park. He had never thought that he could enjoy such a thing, but just seeing the big red farmer gazing into at the night sky, his normally stoic expression changing ever so slightly towards the peaceful, had been enough to turn him into a real romantic.
Big Mac had watched the scenery, and he had watched Big Mac, and for a while he had been content like that. Slowly but surely a feeling had spread through his body, at first from his guts, spreading up towards his heart, until it reached his head and made him feel dizzy.
He thought he had a stroke, but he was of the anabolica for good (a feat he had to thank his trainer for) and took great care of his body. What he felt wasn’t the dying pains of his body, but plain and simple desire.
All he wanted was a simple gesture. He only needed to take the first step, it was so very very easy. If only he could get his legs to stop trembling. If only he didn’t blush like a little school filly.
And then as if he had read his thoughts, Big Mac had closed the gap between them. They had spent the rest of the walk pressed tightly against each other and in silence, Big Mac because he had nothing to say, and Snowflake because he wasn’t able to form any coherent sentence.
They had received quite a few stares from other couples who were enjoying the warm summer evening much like them. Some were just curious, and while his heart still raced like crazy he could endure those, but others watched them with open disgust, and it was then that Snowflake wanted to do nothing more than just run away or at least smash their teeth in.
Big Mac wouldn’t let him. Every time he shied away, the large framed workhorse followed, and when he finally felt like he couldn’t stand it any more, Big Mac had laid his foreleg around his shoulder and pulled him in close.
Snowflake had been sure that everypony in the park must have heard the two signal drums that were his heart, but somehow it just wasn’t important anymore. His whole world had been reduced to that powerful foreleg that lay across his back. He was sure that he would never forget even a single hair of the red fur that intermingled with his own white coat.
And then when he had thought that he couldn’t get any happier, the evening had continued.
Dinner at that small cafe, which was the only store in all of Ponyville that accommodated the diet that came with his training regime. How exactly Big Mac had found out about this place he didn’t know, but once again he had proven that beneath the calm exterior, was a sharp, and most of all, caring mind.
Over Salad Snowflake had finally found the courage to start talking, and while it was far from from his normal enthusiastic “YEAHH!” it had been pleasant nonetheless. Unsurprisingly Big Mac was a good listener, and not only did he listen intently as Snowflake elaborated the finer points of weight training, but he also spoke himself, relating his experience from the farm work to the exercises Snowflake mentioned. And more often than not the two found themselves laughing when one treated the other to a particular amusing anecdote of their life.
It was nice, if a little strange. Normally Snowflake felt like a tank under pressure, ready to burst at any given moment. Indeed his habit to yell at whatever was foolish enough to attract his attention had limited his circle of friends to the very patient, or very deaf. With Big Mac however, the words came easy, like a steady stream instead of a bursting dam.
After the dinner they enjoyed a movie together. At this point Snowflake had fully expected a romance movie, but once again Big Mac surprised him. Snowflake was quite sure that he had never seen so many explosions in such a short time (which was really saying something when you lived in or around Ponyville). Both of them had been glued to the action on the screen, but not enough that their hooves wouldn’t meet during a calm moment grabbing onto each other and not letting go until the movie ended. Snowflake thought that he never again would be able to see something blow up without blushing.
And then the evening had neared its end. They had bought a couple of beers and had passed the bottle between them as they strolled through Ponyville, none of them ready to let this date end just yet.
Eventually the bottles had been emptied, and there were only so many streets one could stroll along in Ponyville. Now they stood here, on top of a hill on the outskirts of Ponyville. It would be only a matter of minutes before a good thermic hit and Snowflake would fly back to Cloudsdale. Of in the distance, a lonely lantern showed the position of Sweet Apple Acres.
Big Mac, who had been calm and collected the whole time, suddenly looked like he didn’t know what to say, his hooves pawing at the ground, not that Snowflake fared any better. He stared off into the distance looking anywhere, just not at Big Mac’s face. If he’d look into those eyes right now, his brain would simply turn to mush, and he wouldn’t be able to say anything.
“So...” both began to say only to fall silent, waiting for the other to continue.
They looked at each other.
Then, just for a moment, the corner of Big Mac’s mouth shot upward.
A snort escaped Snowflake’s mouth.
The songs of nocturnal bird were interrupted by the sound of two stallions lying atop a hill, laughing and giggling as if their life depended on it. Every time one tried to regain his composure, a giggle by the other would cause the next salvo of laughter to explode into the night.
…
Two burly forms lay atop a hill, both of them gasping for air. They both looked up into the night sky, their heads lying next to each other.
“Big Mac?” Snowflake broke the silence.
“Eyup?” Big Mac replied in his usual tight lipped manner.
“I really enjoyed this evening,” Snowflake said.
“Eyup,” Big Mac said.
And then they turned to each other.
And then they kissed.
And then the world stood still for the smallest blink of an eternity.
Two hooves buried deep into the ground as dozens of muscles coiled up like springs. Electricity sprang forth from a brain, in exactly controlled patterns, traveling down the nerves, and giving the commands that would convert thoughts into muscle power in a process that even now was far beyond even the smartest unicorns.
“YEAH!!!” Snowflake screamed as he readied himself to unleash the power of his muscles onto an unsuspecting tree.
“Erhem...” came a slightly annoyed cough from the orange mare that stood besides him.
The burly pegasus looked at her sheepishly. Visibly some of the tension vanished from his muscles.
Applejack continued to stare at him.
Some more tension fled from his body.
Finally the farmer gave an approving nod.
“Yeah!” Snowflake screamed decidedly quieter than the last time, before he kicked the tree, carefully as if handling a crate of china. It shook and released it fruity burden into the baskets.
Surprised, Snowflake looked at the baskets that were filled to the brim with apples. His eyes wandered over to Applejack.
At first the mare looked at him critically, but then a smile crept across her face.
“Ah reckon we’ll make an Apple out of yah yet,” she drawled.
The lessons in the academy were on break and during the summer days the weather team was more than overstaffed, so it hadn’t been long before Big Mac had offered his coltfriend to come visit him at the farm. Of course, he had soon grown tired of just sitting around doing nothing while Big Mac was working. He could also feel his muscles melt away while Granny Smith stuffed him with her famous Apple Pie, and so he had volunteered to help out. He met with mixed success, as a few splintered tree stumps proved.
“Big Mac, stop pretendin’ to work an’ get over here, you big lump,” Applejack yelled.
His coat made it impossible to see if he was blushing, but the way Big Mac walked over from the tree he had been bucking for the last half hour said everything that needed to be said.
“Okay, listen up ya two,” AJ said, after Big Mac had finally lined up next to Snowflake. She turned towards the white muscle packed pegasus.
“So far you’ve destroyed more than you have harvested, and I can’t keep looking after you.”
Snowflake shrank visibly under the mare’s harsh, but accurate accusation.
“And you don’t get anything done either as long as you are staring at his flank,” she said as she turned towards Big Mac. The stallions probably weighed around six times what the mare with the stetson did, but could anybody have seen them as they cowered before her, they would have thought that it was exactly the other way round.
“Here’s what you’re going to do. Ya two go into the barn, and make sure that the bar is put in the door, and then you’re going to rut each other silly,” she continued.
The stallions looked at each other then back at Applejack.
“Do Ah have to repeat myself? I want ya back here in two hours, and now git!” she said as she walked around the stallions, bucking them both in the rump and sending them running towards the farm.
“So much muscle mass and not a lick of sense in ‘em both...” she said shaking her head.
Outside, the sun burned down on row upon row of apple trees, but inside the barn only a few stray beams fell through the cracks in the wall. The barn smelled of hay, and apples, and rusty metal.
For Big Mac this was familiar territory, home, but right now he felt just as out of place as the white Pegasus across from him. They could have gone somewhere else, they could have dismissed AJ’s command as a joke, but somehow it had drawn them both in here. Silent nods, and vague gestures only could get you so far, and now they had reached an impasse. They avoided looking into each others eyes, none of them willing to break the silence.
The wooden planks of the barn weren’t all even, and they only managed to dampen so much of the outside noise, but still it felt as if the barn was a different world altogether. A place of eternal dusk, which just for now belonged only to them.
Snowflake made a decision.
Without saying anything he got up and barricaded the door with the heavy wooden strut that had been set aside for exactly this purpose. With the heavy sound of finality, the beam fell into place.
His mind raced as he walked towards Big Macintosh.
Just now, just here, in their special world, it would be him to make the first step.
He sat down in the hay besides Big Mac. The adrenaline pumping through his body intensified every sensation thousandfold; the slight musty smell of the hay, which still carried the memory of green, grassy fields; The short flash of light as a ray of sunlight fell across his face, blinding him momentarily; The feeling of the wooden planks beneath him; and the warmth that radiated of Big Mac’s body even though he was sitting a good bit away from him.
He scooted a bit closer, his large muscles which usually felt like well oiled machinery suddenly felt clumsy and sluggish. He nearly flinched when his flank touched against that of the farmer.
Gently, even more so than when he bucked the tree, he lowered his head until it rested against Big Mac’s neck.
Big Mack smelled of apples... of apples and sweat, and dirt, and grass.
For a moment Snowflake closed his eyes, just taking in the smell of the workhorse, and then he could see it. Sweet Apple Acres. Not the place that had become his domicile for the next few weeks, but the place that Big Mac had helped build up.
He could smell the hard work, and the hardships, but most of all he could smell the love and the memories. Was it Big Mac that smelled of Sweet Apple Acres, or was it the farm that smelt like the stallion. Was there even any sense in dividing the two?
And would the farm one day smell of him as well?
He opened his eyes and left the ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’ behind.
Laying one foreleg around the big red stallion that still hadn’t moved, Snowflake nuzzled his way upwards until his mouth was near Big Mac’s ear. He could feel a small tremble go through the stallions body as his breath hit the flicking appendage.
“I love you.”
Those three simple word hung in the air somehow defying all acoustic laws, and remaining nearly tangible, flying loops and spins around the lovers heads, caressing them with its sound.
Trembling and slowly, the two embraced each other, as if they feared that their strength could break each other should they act too hastily. Snowflake’s square snout found Macintosh’s broad muzzle and for a second they rested like this, their noses touching each other, their eyes slowly getting lost in each other.
Almost unwilling to break this intimate contact, Snowflake tilted his head. Big Mac picked up on what he was trying to do and tilted his head the other way. In an analogy that would have been totally lost on the two, their head slowly aligned with each other, like two spacecraft dancing through zero gravity. Their mouths opened eager to receive the other stallion’s lips.
With an audible “Clack” their teeths hit each other. The two colts recoiled, rubbing their jaws in an almost synchronous fashion.
They looked at each other.
A low chuckle escaped Big Mac’s lips, partly because of the awkwardness, partly because of the surreal situation. When he saw the sultry look on Snowflake’s face however, he stopped laughing just in time to grunt as the white pegasus tackled him to the floor.
Hay filled the air as they settled on the floor. Big Mac was pinned under the other stallion, whose grip held down the red workhorse as effectively as if he had been strapped down with iron chains. There was a fire in the pegasus’ red eyes and when Big Mac caught sight of them, it was as if a spark had fallen unto his mind, and he could feel the blaze as well.
And then they kissed again. Gently at first, holding back the fire in their minds, to enjoy the moment all the longer, but steadily growing more wild, more greedy. Their tongues intertwined, not fighting, but dancing to a fiery bolero, exploring how far they could go without losing each other.
When they broke the kiss, their tongues remained connected the longest, like two lovers that were torn apart by a cruel fate.
But the fates showed mercy and soon they were connected again.
This time they white pegasus dove in for a quick, almost violent kiss, that was gone as fast as it came. Another followed, and another. Each only lasting a second, but the feeling of their muzzles touching each other remained like a electric charge, only waiting to unload in flash of lust and passion.
And when the sensation became too much, Big Mac shook the grip of the muscled pegasus and pulled them together once more. The surprised Snowflake could do nothing but open his mouth as they engaged in their longest kiss yet. They remained like this, Big Mac’s upper body suspended from the white stallion’s muscular body.
They only broke the kiss when Snowflake’s forelegs finally gave in, and the two of them landed in an exhaust heap on the floor, gasping for air.
But the fire soon drove them forward again. Today a kiss wouldn’t be enough.
Still weak and deprived of oxygen, Snowflake only managed to turn his head, reaching for Big Mac’s ears and softly nibbling on them.
Like before a shiver went through the stallions body, but this time Big Mac wasn’t content with only receiving pleasure from his coltfriend’s ministrations. Quickly his nuzzle found the place where Snowflake’s neck and shoulders met, pecking a small kiss on the tightly packed muscles. He had expected them to be hard, but the soft touch of his nuzzle sent a tremor through the muscles, and he could feel Snowflake’s heartbeat on his lips.
With a twist of his body, he threw the white pegasus on his back, now straddling him like Snowflake had done before to him. Again his lip found that spot on Snowflake’s neck, eliciting a moan from the burly Pegasus. The voice of the stallion giving of such a blissful tone was like gasoline to the fires of Big Mac’s passion, encouraging him to be more adventurous.
His muzzle met the pegasus’ neck again, but this time he gave it a little playful lick and was rewarded with another moan. He continued tracing a line of small pecks and licks all accross the stallions neck and chest. Their bodies, hot and covered in sweat, rubbed against each other, their coats tickling their skin, adding yet another layer of pleasure.
Before long, Big Mac could feel the resistance of something foreign being pressed between their bodies. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what it was.
Big Mac looked up at Snowflake, who was blushing as if only now he had realized what this all would lead to. Big Mac smiled at him mischievously, a look that looked utterly foreign on the normally stoic stallion’s face, and drove the breath out of Snowflake’s lungs out of sheer anticipation.
Big Mac kept up the kisses and licks, drawing circles onto the white stallion’s chest. The circles went lower and lower, each centimeter making Snowflakes arousal and anticipation rocket into unseen heights.
Big Mac enjoyed seeing the muscular stallion squirm under his ministrations, and when he reached the pegasus’ hind legs, he summoned all his willpower and kept himself from directly diving in for the main prize. He took care to place a number of kisses upon each of the stallions legs, slowly drawing the circle around the center of this whole play, smaller.
And then he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
He took a look at the half erect member between the stallions legs. A small giggle almost escaped him when he saw that Snowflake’s flat flared stallionhood was almost as white as his coat, but instead he found himself drooling at the prospect of taking it into his mouth.
At first he prodded it with a hoof, playing with it a bit, in an almost catlike fashion. Each time his hoof touched the sensitive organ, it twitched slightly unsheathing another few millimeters of the stallion’s full length and causing it’s owner to let out another moan.
When he grew bored of that, Big Mac reach around the stallions body, caressing both of Snowflake's cheeks with one hoof. He then leaned in and give the length of the pegasus’ shaft a lick.
Snowflake threw his head into his neck, not even trying to suppress the moans that shook his body. Then he forced himself to look down at his lover, not willing to waste any minute they would spend together.
He opened his eyes just in time to see Big Mac lower his mouth onto the tip of his cock. The red stallion looked up at him with an half lidded stare, his face contorted in a mixture of bliss and need.
Then without wasting any time, he took the shaft into his mouth.
It took all of Snowflake’s concentration not to just blow his load here and then. Big Mac was sucking his cock. The love of his life was sucking his cock.
Big Mac’s tongue moved around the shaft in his mouth, trying to get used to the foreign feeling, which was so unlike anything he had ever felt before. His eyes wandered up to Snowflake’s face. The stallion was looking at him, his face filled with need and desire, his eyes almost glazing over from the sensation. But there was also something different, something deeper, and absolutely amazing, which sparked between the two lovers like electricity.
It was then that Big Mac knew what he wanted. Right now, right here, he wanted to see Snowflake cum, screaming and moaning. He wanted to gift his coltfriend as much pleasure as he could give.
Steeling himself for the sensation, Big Mac slowly began to bop his head up and down on the stallion meat rod. Forgotten was all the finesse and playfulness he had shown before, replaced by an almost animalistic need to make his partner reach his climax.
Big Mac didn’t have to wait for long.
With a final effort, he took the white shaft as deep into his mouth as he could, and he felt a tremor run up the pegasus’ stallionhood. Something warm, sticky, and salty hit the back of his throat, as Snowflake screamed his pleasure into the world.
Gagging, Big Mac dove up to catch his breath, causing another few splatters of white plaster on his face and chest.
He coughed and gagged, trying to swallow the load that had been blown straight into his muzzle. He failed miserably, leaving a trail of spunk running down his chin.
In an instant, Snowflake was beside him with a worried expression on his face, knocking on Big Mac’s back to free the farm worker’s breathing.
“Are you alright?” he asked when Big Mac had finally calmed down.
“E...Eyup,” Big Mac replied unsteadily, still a bit shaken by the experience, and a bit ashamed about the way he was probably looking.
Snowflake stared at him and then, following an impulse, he leaned in and licked the white trail that was running down Big Mac’s chin. At first Big Mac only looked at him stunned, while Snowflake continued to clean the mess that he had made, with his tongue.
With a final lick he lapped up the trail he had left on Big Mac’s chest, licking his lip afterwards. Only then he drew Big Mac in for another kiss.
The kiss was salty and sloppy, not like the kisses before, but nice and reassuring, like a promise.
Snowflake looked into Big Mac’s eyes and breathed, “I want to repay you.”
Big Mac’s eyes lit up, and he was just about lean back, revealing that even with the unpleasant intermezzo his dick was already half erect again, but Snowflake shook his head.
on, brushing his body against his coltfriend’s. He took special care that his tail would caress Macintosh’s body as he passed by him, flicking the golden mane under Big Mac’s nuzzle.
Then he cowered down, rearing his behind into the air and shaking it enticingly at the stallion behind him.
Big Mac gulped.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
“Yeah!” Snowflake snorted. Judging by how rock hard the cock of his coltfriend was, Big Mac wanted this just as much as he did, and it was only his concern that held him back. Seeing the massive length of Big Mac’s cock, Snowflake couldn’t help but gulp. Before he could change his mind he swished his tail aside and moaned, “Big Mac, buck me!”
This was the only invitation Big Mac needed.
Hoisting his massive body over the pegasus’ one, he soon felt his dick sliding between Snowflake’s cheeks. With some fascination he watched his coltmeat, as it lay there framed like a haydog between two buns.
Gently he bent down and placed his forelegs besides the white stallions body. As he sat there, he could see the two small wings that lay folded on Snowflake’s back. He brought his mouth down near the base of one the wings and gave it a small peck.
Immediately Snowflake’s body tensed up, but this was different from the tremors of pleasure that had shaken his body beforehand.
“What’s wrong?” Big Mac asked, shocked by the sudden change.
“It’s nothing...” Snowflake hesitantly replied.
off his back, and the pleasurable warmth that had lain between his cheeks vanished. He turned his head to see what Big Mac was up to, only to see the red stallion sitting there with a stone faced expression.
“Ah ain’t continuing until you tell me what’s wrong.” Big Mac exclaimed.
Snowflake sighed and brought himself face to face with the oldest of the Apple family.
“It’s my wings...” he admitted.
“What about ‘em?” Macintosh drawled.
“They are ugly...” the confession had come quietly, almost inaudible, but as soon as the words were spoken, the rest broke out of the pegasus like a tidal wave.
“I mean look at me, I’m a freak, a cripple. I shouldn’t even be able to fly with such little wings.”
The punch came quick and merciless. It hit Snowflake square in the face, and sent him to the floor.
Immediately Big Mac was over him pressing him down onto the floor.
“Listen, and listen closely! Ah don’t let anypony talk like that ‘bout ma coltfriend, not even my coltfriend himself. You’re beautiful, and you wings are beautiful, and everypony that says different deserves to be bucked in the face.” his voice was loud and angry in a way that, secretly, Snowflake had thought Big Mac incapable of. Before he could even think about a reply, Big Mac pressed his mouth onto his, drawing him into another kiss.
Macintosh grabbed the white pegasus and threw him on his belly, much in the same position he had been before. Not giving him any time to protest he mounted the pegasus, his dick falling onto his back. A trail of kisses wandered down his back, ending once again near his wings. Suddenly Big Mac drew himself up to his head and whispered only a single sentence into Snowflake’s ears.
“You’re beautiful!”
And before the white stallion could even comprehend what had been said, Big Mac was back to kissing his wings.
“You’re beautiful!” Big Mac whispered, directly returning to his kisses.
And right then right there the fire inside Snowflake turned into a raging inferno.
“OH CELESTIA, PLEASE, BIG MAC, BUCK ME!”
Big mac only interrupted his kisses for a short moment before he continued.
Snowflake could feel how the flared tip of Big Macs rod pressed up against his pucker, the tight ring offering resistance against the massive intruder. With a grunt of effort, Big Mac pushed against Snowflake’s entrance, eager for the release that the tight passage was promising.
The pegasus winced as he felt the warm, pulsing staff stretching his rear. He gasped as the pain of having his ass mistreated in such a way, mixed with the pleasure of Big Mac’s kisses, and the whispered, “You’re beautiful,” which combined to form into one overwhelming sensation.
Another push by the red workhorse, and he could feel the pucker yielding to the unrelenting force with which Big Mac pressed forward.
Snowflake let out a short unintelligible scream as the feeling proved too much to hold in.
Once again Macintosh let his hips roll back and forth a another few inches found their way into Snowflake’s passage. The white Pegasus could only moan as he felt the hot pulsing meat inside him, well aware that there was more to come. He groaned as he felt Big Mac once again gathering his strength to push more of himself into his ass.
“You’re beautiful,” the faint whisper reached his ear, almost drowned out as he screamed his pleasure into the world.
He was full, so full. It was nothing like anything he had ever felt before. It was pain, it was pleasure, it was love, and it was pure animalistic desire, and if it continued like this, he would lose his mind.
A final grunt, and could feel Big Mac’s balls slapping against his ass with a satisfying smack.
Big Mac didn’t leave him any time to recover, and immediately began sliding in and out of his ass, driven by a wild desire that had erased all rational thinking.
“You’re beautiful.” The whispers still came in a steady rhythm whenever his cock completely vanished inside Snowflake.
Snowflake’s mind went blank, simply overwhelmed by the feeling of getting his ass destroyed in such a thorough matter. All that was left was pleasure as the stallion that he loved rutted his brains out.
Big Mac screamed, no, he growled like a wild animal, a timberwolf.
A last resounding slap echoed through the almost empty barn, and then Snowflake could feel how Big Mac’s warm seed plastered the inside of his ass. Pulse upon pulse he could feel Big Macintosh’s cock stiffening as the load of spunk traveled through his shaft and was deposited in his rear, until he thought he would burst if Mac would keep going.
Both of them tumbled over like felled trees, their knees buckling as if they had just spent an entire day working the farm. Snowflake could still feel Big Mac’s member shoved into his rear, but he was too tired to do anything about it, and it felt nice to be connected to him in this way.
Lazily, he shifted his head so that he could see the red stallion’s face.
“Big Mac, I love you.”
“I love you too, Snowflake.”
And then they kissed again.
The last thing Snowflake felt before he fell asleep was the twitching dick in his ass and the tongue in his mouth.
“What did ah say?” Applejack’s voice echoed through the orchard.
The two ashamed looking stallions mumbled an answer that even the most gifted bat would have had trouble hearing.
“What was that?” AJ asked again, her voice growing stricter with every word. Behind her, the sun was setting.
“That we should be back in two hours,” the two grown stallions chorused.
“An’ how much time didja spend in there?” the orange mare asked in the tone on uses when they already know the answer, but to hear somepony else admit it.
“Eight hours,” the chorus of two reprimanded stallions replied. Both of them had developed a fanatical interest in the dirt between their hoofs.
Applejack looked at them sternly, but then the smallest hint of a smile crept onto her lips.
“Aww, to Tartarus with it, we just gotta make it up tomorrow. Ah can’t very well be mad ‘bout something Ah caused now, can Ah?” she sighed, looking at the two stallions before her.
“Just promise me that there won’t be any funny business tonight, we’ll need y’all fresh and rested tomorrow.”
The two stallions looked at each other, than at AJ, then back at each other. A mischievous grin spread across their faces.
“Sorry, can’t do that.” They both chorused before running off, followed by a wildly cursing Applejack.
