Southern Hospitality

by cloppyhooves

Rating: mature
Tags: Big Macintosh, Sex, Hoity Toity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2260

Hoity Toity x Big Macintosh have plenty of gay sex

Spike has found a stallion to suit Hoity Toity's needs: a stallion living in a farm just outside of Ponyville.

I uploaded this to GoogleDocs, DeviantArt, and FurAffinity, and now I'm uploading it here. :3

Originally finished early August 2011.

Published 2013-06-21 00:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-21 00:40:01 UTC

Southern Hospitality

“Spike, are you sure about this?” said Hoity Toity, the nervousness in his voice not evident behind his sunglasses . He didn’t like leaving Canterlot unless he was on business, but he always made an exception for Spike.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. I’ve been doing observations for quite some time, and I’m sure you’ll be pleased with whom I’ve selected.”

“If you say so.”

As they continued past the various shops of Ponyville, Hoity began to sweat a bit. No, not from the chance of being recognized despite his heavy (yet still fashionable) disguise. He knew Spike was trustworthy--his previous suggestions had gotten him a top-of-the-line fashion designer--yet this was different.

The dragon and pony reached the edge of town, yet Spike hadn’t given any inclination of stopping.

“Uh...Spike?”

“Nope, just keep waiting!”

Hoity was at least glad for the beautiful scenery on this trail. He began thinking of ways that he could work some of these elements into a clothing line when he got back to Canterlot in order to alieviate his anxiety. He was cut short, however, by what he saw on the horizon.

“Is that a...barn?”

“Yes sir! That’s where we’re headed!” Hoity felt himself sweat a bit more. Being caught in Ponyville was one thing, but he had no excuse to be out here if his disguise failed him.

“Howdy, Spahke!” The voice snapped him out of his thoughts of doom. Looking up, he saw an orange earth pony clad in a brown hat waving to his companion.

“Hey Applejack! Have you see Big Macintosh around?” answered Spike.

“He said he had work to do in the barn, so ah suppose you’ll find him there. Who’s that with ya?”

“Oh, this is one of my friends from Cant--er, Fillydelphia. By some great coincidence, he ended up pen pals with Big M over here, and they decided to meet today!”

How can he tell lies with such a straight face? thought Hoity Toity, nervous as ever. I sure am glad to have him with me, though.

“Hmm...Ah don’t remember him ever mentionin’ a pen pal. Oh well; welcome to Sweet Apple Acres! Make yourself at home, Mister...uh...sorry, ah don’t think ah asked your name!”

“I’m...uh...”

Spike stepped in. “Oh, stop being so nervous, Silver Streak! Sorry, he gets like this around new people.”

I’m going to have to treat Spike to the finest lunch for this. thought “Silver Streak,” sighing.

Applejack laughed. “Ah know somepony just like that, huh, Spahke? Well, make yourself at home here, Mr. Streak!” And with that she returned back to working the fields.

“That was some marvelous quick thinking, Spike,” said Hoity once the other pony was out of earshot.

“Hey, what’re friends for? C’mon, the barn’s just up ahead.”

Spike opened the door, and the two walked in, shutting the entrance once they were inside. As Hoity’s eyes adjusted to the light, he took notice of the pony standing there...Big Macintosh, Spike called him? He certainly earned that title; Hoity wasn’t particularly short, but this guy was a good foot or two taller.

Hoity continued to look him up and down. His red coat showed off the muscular build of a workhorse, with the cropped tail to match. On his flanks rested his cutie mark: a large green apple. Looking now at this pony’s face, he saw on each cheek rested three freckles, and above it a surprisingly well groomed orange mane. As Hoity took one final glance, his eyes caught the pony’s unshorn fetlocks. He felt himself go weak at the knees.

“This is the pony you were tellin’ me about, Spahke?” said the workhorse.

Mmm...that deep voice. thought Hoity. He realized he had lost his composure, and quickly returned to his typical neutral expression.

“Yup! This here’s Silver Streak, from Fillydelphia,” said Spike, no hint of hesitation this time. “Silver Streak, Big Macintosh. Big Macintosh, Silver Streak.”

“Howdy,” said Big Macintosh, offering his hoof. As Hoity gave his to shake, he spent a good deal of effort trying to not be entranced by the strength he felt in the other pony’s gesture.

“Silver Streak, just let me know when you’re ready to go back to Fillydelphia. I’ll be in the house. Have fun, you two!” And with one final wink, the two ponies were alone.

“Shall we get started, then?” asked Big Macintosh. Hoity could only nod, his heart beating in his throat.

“There’s no need to be nervous. Ah may look big, but ah assure you ah’ll be gentle.” Hoity felt reassured at these words.

Big Macintosh then leaned in and planted his lips on the silver-maned pony’s. As Hoity held his lips against the warm stallion’s, he began to feel himself slowly getting erect. They broke from the kiss for just a moment, and as Hoity looked down, he noticed he wasn’t the only one.

As they returned to their kiss, Hoity felt the strong hooves caress his flanks. They first moved steadily forward, pushing his shirt to his shoulders. He offered no resistance as the other pony pulled the garment over his head, down to his front hooves, and off to the side. Hoity tried to reciprocate, but found nothing to take off, and so just continued stroking the other pony’s body. As he felt the other pony’s warm tongue exploring his mouth, he now felt the hooves move backward , pulling his pants off his hips and down to his back hooves (he was glad for this; he didn’t normally wear pants, so he found his disguise restrictive and uncomfortable), and so he stepped out of them.

At this point he was quite aroused, something Big Macintosh took note of. He lowered his head between the silver-maned pony’s front hooves, and gave the cock he found a good lick. Hoity shuddered in pleasure. From what he had felt on both of his heads, this stallion knew how to work his tongue.

With Big Macintosh farther forward, Hoity seized the opportunity to more firmly massage the other pony’s haunches; they were as muscular as the rest of the pony. Hoity then brought his hoof a bit lower, gently stroking the very base of the red pony’s shaft; this caused Big Macintosh to moan in pleasure. He continued these gentle strokes up the part of the shaft he could reach; in the meantime, Big Macintosh continued to give gentle licks and kisses to Hoity’s now fully erect phallus.

“Lie on your back,” crooned the workhorse. Hoity had no trouble following this instruction, putting his back on the dirt floor of the barn with his hooves in the air and his member proudly showing. Big Macintosh positioned his own erection above the other pony’s mouth, then bent his neck down to Hoity’s eagerly awaiting phallus. The silver-maned pony felt Big Macintosh’s lips over his penis, and let out a loud moan. He felt those expert lips slide up and down his shaft, the workhorse’s tongue stimulating all the right places. Hoity let out another moan.

He then realized he was being selfish. He reached his neck up and took the other stallion’s cock into his mouth. Big Macintosh let out a slight gasp, then returned to moving his mouth up and down Hoity’s shaft.

Hoity began to do the same, letting his tongue run all over the stallion’s flesh. He certainly deserved the name “Big Macintosh,” though he felt he probably wasn’t the first to make that observation. His phallus was quite firm in Hoity’s mouth, and as he continued to fellate him, he felt a few drops of precum drip onto his tongue. Big Macintosh was definitely enjoying this.

The silver-maned pony felt surges of pleasure run up him with every stroke of the other stallion’s tongue. Suddenly, however, the workhorse stopped to grab something with his mouth.

“Here,” he said, giving the bottle of lubricant to Hoity. “Why don’t you go ahead and prep me up?” He then brought his mouth back to where it had been a few seconds prior.

Hoity eagerly took the bottle into his hooves and squirted some of the lube onto them. He began slowly, gently rubbing the liquid along the entire length of Big Macintosh’s phallus, eliciting slight groans from the stallion. He continued to do this, adding more and more lubrication with his long, full strokes across the stallion’s member, anticipating what was to come next.

Big Macintosh made one final move down Hoity’s shaft, then took his mouth off it. He turned himself around, but as Hoity prepared to get up, Big Macintosh put a hoof on his chest and said, “No, not quite yet.” Hoity was confused for a second, then realized the stallion’s intentions and accordingly raised his hips and spread his back legs out a bit more.

Before going any further, Big Macintosh leaned down a bit and gave Hoity’s head a few more licks, eliciting happy groans from the pony. He then stepped forward a bit, and began to tease the other stallion by pressing his member around the edges of the pony’s plothole. Hoity’s legs quivered as he let out still more moans, eagerly awaiting the next step.

Slowly, Big Macintosh began to press his erection into Hoity, moaning as he did. As Hoity felt the member slide into him, he matched the other stallion’s groans with his own. He then felt the erection slide out a bit before pushing in, causing him to moan even louder.

Big Macintosh fell into a rhythm, slowly sliding out before giving a gentle push back in. As he continued, he saw Hoity’s face clearly revealing the pleasure he was in, and decided to see if he could tease him even more. Big Macintosh then lowered his head and began suckling the top of Hoity’s penis, much to the other stallion’s surprise. Hoity was practically melting from the intense pleasure he felt, moaning loudly and letting his tongue hang out of his mouth. His cock started to quiver on the fringes of orgasm.

Abruptly, Big Macintosh stopped thrusting. Hoity gave him a confused (and disappointed) look, to which the workhorse responded:

“Ah can’t let you leave the farm without givin’ you a good, hard buckin’, now can ah?”

Big Macintosh slid out of Hoity Toity, and let him get up on four hooves. Then, using his powerful hooves, he pressed Hoity’s head down, leaving his plot raised in the air. The workhorse then climbed onto and reentered the silver-maned pony, much more smoothly this time.

Hoity felt the phallus return to its rhythm, feeling it push into his insides, and let out a contented groan. This time, however, the red pony began to thrust faster and faster, and Hoity felt the pleasure growing inside him. The thought of what Big Macintosh must be feeling aroused him even more, and his erection began to quiver again.

Big Macintosh continued to pump in and out of Hoity, faster and faster with each stroke, grunting and moaning all the while. Before long, the workhorse was thrusting at a quick tempo, feeling ready to burst inside of the other pony.

Hoity could take no more. With one final, loud moan, he began to orgasm, feeling the pleasure rush throughout his body. His penis quivered, then shot his load in powerful spurts on the barn floor below him. He felt his sphincter clench, causing a gasp from the workhorse who then began to have his own orgasm. Hoity now felt himself being filled with Big Macintosh’s warm semen, each new burst of it punctuated with satisfied moans.

Both ponies rolled over and collapsed to the floor, panting. After some time, Big Macintosh pulled himself out of the silver-maned pony and walked to the corner of the barn, bringing a hose and some towels.

“Feel free to wash yourself off, Silver Streak.”

As he did so, Hoity began to think of his schedule for the upcoming days. When he got back to Canterlot, he would have to tell his secretary to clear all of his appointments next Tuesday. He would be busy doing something else.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Applejack walked into the barn. Big Macintosh and his friend had long since cleared out, so she was free to get the milk jugs that she had been waiting to pick up. As she walked toward them, she noticed a curious stain on the floor.

“Big Macintosh!” she yelled, “Ah told ya not ta overfill the buckets when milkin’ the cows!”

She bent her neck a bit closer.

“Wait a minute...is that...?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rarity opened her copy of the Ponyville Post as she prepared to eat her breakfast. There were routine events listed: diplomatic this, economic that. One story caught her eye, however: Canterlot Fashion Designer Hoity Toity Opening New Boutique on the Edges of Ponyville. She almost spat out her coffee, then dropped the newspaper.

“Opal,” she said to her pet cat, “Do you know what this means? I mean, Hoity Toity does sell some of my designs, but I don’t get nearly as much money from them as I do selling them here in Carousel Boutique.” She suddenly got an idea. “I know! I’ll create a line of clothes exclusive to my store, so the ponies will still swing by here first!”

She ran over to start making preparations for her new designs, but had to stop in her tracks.

“Ooh, but I’ve still got today’s orders to fill.”

She kicked at the ground in frustration.

“Why on Equestria would he want to set up shop there, of all places?”