ColtCuddlers

Big Mac and Soarin' swaggered down the now darkened streets of Ponyville reminiscing on their past and passing a half a bottle of liquor back and forth. The few people that passed the pair stared, either because of the appearance of an Equestria-famous athlete or because Big Macintosh was actually saying more than a single word at a time.

Unconsciously Big Mac had led Soarin' further towards the north of town until they were no longer in Ponyville but rather on the single path that led out towards Sweet Apple Acres. Soarin' smiled when he noticed and taunted Mac about it.

"Eager eh? Thinking about the old times got your fever going?"

"What'do you- Oh, Oh, ah did'n realize..."

Soarin' laughed, and after a moment Mac joined him. They continued along too until the trees started to be fruit bearers. Had they looked into the sky they'd have seen a million little stars burning unusually pink and brighter than ever, the constellations were dancing and the moon spun. A more beautiful night had never been had.

For a moment, the two were silent, an almost uncomfortable silence after they had stopped laughing. They simply looked straight ahead without so much as glancing at each other, but Soarin' stopped suddenly and looked down until Big Mac turned and faced him.

"Mackie..."

Big Mac blushed a little upon hearing his old secret pet name.

"I really missed you..."

Soarin's face had turned a slight red and he bit his lip, hoping the two's jokes hadn't been entierly one sided.

"Ah missed you too featherface."

Mac shuffled about for a second kicking the ground before he slowly took a heavy hoofed step forward. His steps were small and slow at first, and when Soarin' looked up and smiled, Mac was moved. Looking into Soarin's soft green eyes, and seeing the faint stain of blush under his light blue fur shining in the night light...Mac could barely hold himself- so he didn't.

He jumped from a shuffle to a canter and ran into Soarin' the force of their lips colliding making the pegasus lit his head and allow the kiss to happen. The wide eyes slowly and happily closed while their muzzles awkwardly pushed around together. Soarin' backed up and coughed trying to hide a little laugh.

"Mackie you're uh...Plenty of time for practice?"

Big Mac was suddenly thankful of his red fur.

"C'mon featherface- let's go to mah barn."

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They had a little trouble sneaking into the barn, Applebloom had stayed up waiting for Big Mac all night and he had to bring her inside and put her to bed. Soarin' had hid in the dark behind a tree and then sneaked into the barn. He stood looking around patiently for Big Mac to come back

The big blue pegasus had nearly given up hope on Mac coming for him when he heard the large barn door edge open just enough for the wide frame to open before it snapped shut. Soarin' sighed in relief and pecked his old flame on the cheek as they neared each other.

"I thought you were going to leave me Mackie."

"Aw c'mon Soarin' ah'd nevah do that..."

"...Your the one that left..."

"Mackie..."

Big Macintosh braced himself, looking down and away from his mate. Soarin' sat, astonished that Big Mac would say such a thing. His mouth opened in shock and he slowly shook his head. Realizing what he'd done Mac came forward and brushed Soarin's dark night colored mane, and pulled the athlete into a tight loving hug.

They cried.

They cried together for nearly an hour before they stepped back, wiping away their tears in slight embarrassment.

"Ah'm sorry love ah didn't mean it..."

"Aw shut'up..'n kiss me..."

And Big Mac gladly obliged.

His red lips brushed up against Soarin's, his untrimmed whiskers tickled the skypony. Soarin' always loved Mac's rough nature. Mac fumbled about some, not used anymore to a stallion's muzzle after all the mares he'd been with. Soarin' let him play for a few minutes before his growing smile broke the kiss.

"No...Let me show you."

Soarin' pushed up the earth pony, a feat much more difficult than he'd imagined, and knocked him on his back on a pile of crisp yellow hay. Laying atop the auburn apple he gently stroked from the corner of Mac's mouth to the little freckled that adorned all the three farm children's faces. Soarin' pressed himself closer in, and let his lips play against Mac's, guiding them slowly as though he were teaching the workhorse how to kiss.

Mac was embarrassed he once again was following the expertise of another. With mares he was able to take control and they would gladly fall under him. It felt strange to be the submissive one...he liked it.

His mouth fell open to the teasing of Soarin's large tongue. The wide pink pushed Mac's around until he 'fought' back and the two massaged each others mouths. Soarin felt a push and gave a hard suck on Macintosh's tongue before pulling away with an effeminate giggle, which he quickly turned into a deep laugh.

"That was easy!"

He looked down at what was once named 'Little Mac' and gasped.

Back when the two were colt's Mac was still developing, and had started late. Soarin' remembered being much bigger than the other pony and to see Mac's current affair depressed him, until he realized what it would mean for him...

'Little Mac' came all the way from haunches to chest, almost hitting Mac's chin. The big black rod bobbed and shined with a thin veil of wetness. Mac smiled when he saw Soarin's response. Little Mac no more!

The blue pony hesitated as he went forward but he pressed his face down and gave a playful nibble on the lowest base of Little Mac. He licked up the juice that coated the black prod and used his front hooves to rub the top. Mac grimaced a little though Soarin' knew it was not in pain. He gave a long hard lick that left a shining line up from the base before he wrapped his light blue lips around the wide berth and held it there.

He smiled as much as he could looking up at the disappointed look on Big Mac's face.

"Soarin'...Please don't play this game again..."

Soarin' just laughed and in a very muffled voice replied

"oo nu da rulz Makke"

"Fine. Please...Please Soarin' Please..."

Mac sighed out these words and looked down, Soarin shrugged and began to gentle suck the tip and rub his cheeks against the bowled head while playing it's little opening with the tip of his tongue. Macintosh closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation.

Soarin's head rythmitically pumped itself on the gently bucking body and gradually he allowed more to enter his mouth until he was quickly thrusting as much as possible down his throat. Mac three time gave a high pitched gasp in his ecstatic exclamations as Soarin swallowed the several little explosions of his lovers orgasm.

"....Wow featherface...."

"Haven't lost my touch huh?"

Mac laughed and told him he hadn't changed at all, accompanying the comment with a firm slap on the flank.

He then stood and showed off his weighty length. Taking a few undramatic poses he made his way behind Soarin', who laughed trying to wipe his lips. Soarin' still had his flight suit on, and the skin tight rubber easily showed off his growth. Though not nearly as long or as thick as the exposed pony, the pegasus was still of considerable size. He grinned as he wondered what Mac was up to behind him and gave a small shout out and lifted one hind leg when his earth pony lover gave kisses and nibbles on the little bulge of Soarin's sheath.

Soarin' whimpered aloud, chewing his bottom lip and twitching while Big Macintosh continued to massage the pegasus's sensitive spots. Either from enjoying the treatment or enjoying the knowledge that such a stallion as Big Mac would take care of him in this way stopped mattering in Soarin's mind long before he finished, the almost extreme amount of cum darkening the inside of the flight suit as it became caught and dribbled down his still erect shaft.

The pegasus was about to turn and kiss his lover in thanks, but Mac wasn't done yet. He began to push his tongue against the suit, just under Soarin's bushy marine tail, and flicked about. He rubbed Soarin's length while he played, and in no time at all the Suit once more showed a flow of the thick white liquid.

Mac smiled and leapt up on the slightly smaller pony. He wrapped his arms around the others waist and steadied himself, fumbling a little as he searched for his spot. When he found it though, even with the hindrance of the rubber suit Mac managed to just barely penetrate his love. He loved the feel of the suits resistance coupled with Soarin's own twitching. The athlete was expectedly muscular, and the well toned flank had a magnificent, unique feel. Mac, though barely able to keep moving in and out, was giving Soarin' the time of his life, and they both had the same thought.

I got a stallion like no other!

As Mac got closer he moved his hand back and grasped the clothes. He suddenly jerked and tore the material just barely and held it open only enough to quickly force himself in. Their lengths ran together as Big Mac's powerful bucking made the two share their elation.

Together they came one last time, a powerful torrent of their nature. Soarin's suit began to bulge from all their shared fluids, and when Mac relaxed and pulled out he brought his mouth down, licking at Soarin's now exposed flesh and moving the pool of liquid back until it spilled out into his mouth. He drank, and brought the last up to his lover's mouth. They kissed, and shared the flavor of both themselves and the other until Mac pulled back, staggered, and sat in the warm hay bed. Soarin' stripped his suit and lay next to Mac, cuddling up under his lovers hoof and falling asleep with him.