Big Macintosh glared at his sister. Normally, his glare was a scrutinizing and powerful one, but the red stallion was far too nervous to glare effectively.
“Just forget it, sis.” Big Mac pleaded, looking to the barn door behind him. “This is an awful idea.”
“You did ask me for help, didn'cha?” Applejack shot back, soundly outglaring her older brother. “Just how long are you gonna keep draggin' yer hooves about this whole Caramel thing? It took you four months just to tell me, yer own sister!”
“Didn't want to tell you because you'd make fun of me.” Big Macintosh muttered.
“The first thing I did when you told me was promise that I'd help you talk to him.”
Big Mac held up a hoof in protest. “First thing you did was make fun of me.”
“Only a little!” Applejack put her hoof on Big Mac's shoulder. “Now remember, you can do this. Just remember what you said to me about him. Shoot, if a colt said those things about me I would be too flattered to know what t'do with myself.”
Applejack turned to leave the barn. Big Macintosh called out one more desperate time. “You're also a girl. What am I supposed to do if he starts telling everypony in town about me? Or when Granny Smith finds out her grandson's a-”
“That colt rebukes your advances in any way that ain't cordial or courteous, he'll have me to deal with. Buck up, big brother.” Applejack said with a wink before tearing off into the orchard.
The stallion stood in silence for a moment before planting his rear on the ground, defeated. His sister did only have good intentions, after all – the chances of him actually confronting Caramel on his own were pretty slim. But telling him to “buck up”, using the phrase he'd used whenever Applejack complained about her chores so many years ago, that was just unfair.
But she had a point. Stomping his hoof in dirt, Big Macintosh rose up. So maybe it'd be awkward. Maybe he'd freak out Caramel and he wouldn't want to help out with harvests anymore. He still had a job to do, and giving up on a pony as sweet as Caramel was unacceptable.
This bravado completely vanished when Mac heard hoofsteps approaching the barn. He had to act natural. Be doing something. Without much thought, Mac picked up a bale of hay in his teeth just as Caramel pulled the barn door open.
“Big Macintosh? Applejack said you needed me for someth-” Caramel stopped midsentence. Holding a bale of hay in his teeth and staring at Caramel like a deer in the headlights, Big Macintosh's plan to act nonchalant had reached a decisive failure.
“Everything okay?” Caramel asked cautiously.
“Uh,” Big Mac started, dropping the bale. “Yup. Um. Fine.”
The statement hung in the air as the two stallions stared at each other. Big Macintosh tried his best to ignore his heart pounding, or how hot his face felt, or how he really needed to leave and be absolutely anywhere else for the rest of his life.
“Is this about the bushel I threw out?” Caramel sighed, looking down at the dirt. “I told Applejack they looked pretty rotten, so-”
“No, no that's not it.” Big Mac blurted, trotting closer to Caramel. Their eyes met again. There was no way out now. Macintosh heard his sister in his head once more – Buck up, big brother.
“I sorta like you.”
Mac saw Caramel's eyes widen, his mouth droop open just a bit. “I'm sorry. I know this is awkward, but I just needed to get it off my back.”
Caramel stammered. The poor stallion looked absolutely taken aback.
“Please, I didn't mean to worry you. I won't bring it up again, I promise. And if you don't ever want to speak to me again,” Big Mac tried to swallow the lump in his throat, “well, I'll understand.”
“Are you kidding me?” Caramel tried his best to hide his smile, but it kept forcing its way through. He took a few nervous steps toward Big Macintosh and looked him right in the eye. “I could have sworn you were into mares. I just never said anything 'cause I figured you'd probably hate my guts.”
“Sorta in the same boat, weren't we?” Macintosh chuckled. His face felt hotter than ever. Caramel was smiling his shy little smile, the one that he rarely ever let out. Thinking that perhaps he himself had something to do with that smile, it felt only natural for Big Macintosh to kiss it.
It was soft. Gentle. Beyond all else though, Big Macintosh was overwhelmed by the simple warmth of it. Caramel kissed the bigger stallion tenderly, every once in a while letting out short little moans. Big Macintosh wasn't quite ready for those little moans; he began to kiss more and more hungrily.
Their kiss broke into feverish nuzzling. Mac felt Caramel's soft kisses (and to his surprise, soft bites) on his neck. He inhaled deeply, letting Caramel's musk flood his nostrils. The pony had been working out in the hot sun all day, and Macintosh felt only a little shame in taking pleasure in the scent of sweat – and just the tiniest hint of creamy caramel.
The stallions' lips met again, briefly, before they both pulled back. Both had realized their own arousals were probably very prominent. Indeed, they were. Caramel had to try very, very hard to keep his eyes off of Big Macintosh's generous endowments. He didn't do an exceptional job.
“If we're in here much longer,” Caramel spoke in a low voice, “your sister will definitely know what we're up to.”
Big Mac nodded. He poked Caramel's nose with his own, then turned around and hunched down on his front legs. His tail was in the air, showing off his large balls, his hanging erection and his little pucker. “Let her.”
Despite fantasizing about this too many times, Macintosh wasn't quite prepared to feel Caramel's hungry tongue travel up his shaft. The yellow stallion briefly suckled Big Mac's flared tip before traveling up and gently giving his swollen testicles a few long, lascivious licks.
Macintosh felt Caramel back away. He closed his eyes, inhaled, and prepared for-
“Hey.” Caramel was standing in front of him. Mac raised an eyebrow. Caramel responded by simply walking over him and dipping his hips, bobbing his swollen erection in Big Macintosh's face. “You may want to get me a little wet. Don't want to hurt you, after all.”
Big Macintosh all too eagerly obliged. Taking Caramel's stallion cock in his mouth, he sucked and licked at the hard, throbbing flesh. Caramel began to let out his cute little noises again, prompting Mac to only suck harder.
Caramel moaned loudly, stomping his hoof as he thrust into Big Macintosh's mouth. “W-wait Big Mac, if you keep that up, I'll-”
Big Mac let Caramel's cock slide off of his tongue slowly. “Just makin' sure you're good and ready,” He smirked.
Caramel trotted back into position behind Big Mac. “Oh, I've been ready for a long time,” Caramel spoke breathlessly. The stallion hopped up, his hooves holding tight against Macintosh's midsection. Big Mac felt a few misguided pokes at his buttocks.
“Need a little help back thAUGH--” Macintosh cried out, only realizing thereafter that there may be ponies within earshot of the barn. He had to bite his lip and ignore the immediate pain of Caramel stretching his tight passage. With each frenzied thrust, the pain began to dull, giving rise to a strong and rhythmic pleasure that seemed to pulse in time with Caramel's heartbeat.
Caramel continued to thrust into Big Macintosh like a pony possessed. Macintosh could tell by his moans that he was getting close, and it took him a moment to recognize the tenor moans that joined Caramel's as his own.
Big Macintosh's eyes shot open. He felt and even heard the first spurt of cum erupt from his cock, splattering against his underside and dripping to the ground. Rope after rope of thick, hot semen gathered in the puddle beneath the red stallion. Feeling Macintosh's release, Caramel gave one final thrust. Big Mac let out a final, blissful moan as he felt Caramel flood him with his creamy seed.
The two stayed there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. Big Macintosh squirmed as Caramel gingerly pulled out of him, letting a few squirts of Caramel's cum drip out of Mac's rear and over his ebony balls.
Big Mac heard Caramel collapse behind him. He turned to see the stallion laying on his back, cock in the air, legs trembling out of sheer sensory overload.
“We can't go out like this.” Caramel stated hoarsely.
“Suppose not.” Macintosh concurred. “Best we could do is keep busy in here, hm?”
Caramel tilted his head up to Big Macintosh, the disbelief in his eyes almost as apparent as the simultaneous excitement.
“What do you say,” Macintosh turned, presenting himself once more, “up for another ride?”
