ColtCuddlers

by Starkie

Rating: mature
Tags: Soarin, Sex, Big Macintosh, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3852

It's my first attempt at this sort, you'll kill me without mercy

Well I decided to try out coltcuddling stories so...
Starts with Big Mac and Soarin. I might add more- doubtful.

Published 2012-04-03 12:14:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-04-05 02:18:47 UTC

Chapter 2

Two powerful auburn legs pounded into the dark trunk of a thick apple tree causing several little green fruits to fall. The red stallion sighed and began to pick them up and drop them one by one into the wagons he filled daily. His sister ran by, having finished her work early thanks to a little help from her friends. He smiled back at her when she waved and continued on working, as he always does.

Day in and day out, nearly everyday of every week since he was a young colt trying to impress his father he worked hard on the farm. Even these many years after he'd lost his parents he still went on working; bucking apples, managing ledgers, selling cider. He did his best now to keep the orchard going and his family well and alive.

He finds joy in knowing he's done a good job. That he earned his bits and that he can keep the family well. Big Macintosh enjoyed the sweat on his brow, and the hard ciders and whiskeys tasted better after a good day of work.

He was the quiet kind, though more than simply educated. He had a few years in school but dropped out to work on the farm early when his family had issues. He taught himself, sometimes with Granny Smith's help, through textbooks from the library and that he'd found in the attic.

Somehow that made him seem desirable to a lot of mares. He had a marefriend now, somewhat- Cheerilee Ponyville's very own teacher. They weren't really dating but they were getting together often for dinner or theater, and occasionally they would have sex. Rumors got around about his...Big Mac...So he was 'hooking up' a lot lately. For whatever reason, Big Mac didn't care either way about it.

He was apathetic about sex, and he didn't know why. It wasn't always this way; his first few mares were incredible, but it somewhat rapidly declined after that until he just went along with the act. It just no longer interested him. Not that he would stop. He was always happy to make someone else happy.

Today Big Macintosh had been working slow, his muscles were stiff from a lack of sleep of late- for the imagined reasons. Usually he met quota halfway between noon and sundown and kept working until the evening. Now, it was just after he usually stopped working and he'd just barely made his keep. He hooked himself up to the carts and began to walk, thinking back in his deep ways as per usual.

When he unhitched from the last cart and walked out of the barn where he'd disposed them all, Macintosh paused. He felt something in the air, something different. He sniffed a few times before trotting off towards his usual bar.

Like normal the pub was nearly empty, Caramel sat with his head against the counter with a little bit of drool pooling out. Mac shook his head at his drunk cousin- once a good strong worker now reduced to a stumbling sob. Carrot Cake pushed over a bottle of whiskey, a signal for Big Mac to join him at his little table. The red pony nodded and came over, pouring a glass and looking around at the others while Carrot informed him of the few new going on's around Sugar Cube Corner.

There were just three others in the pub, besides the tavernmaster. In the corner sat another poor drunk, Diamond Tiara's father- Filthy Rich. At least he was rich before, the family had some pretty hard times and almost went bankrupt, when they did Filthy's wife left him. In the divorce she got the house, the money, the stock, and full custody of Diamond. Poor Rich had nothing left to do but drink himself to the grave, and nobody was able to stop him. At least they gave him severely watered down liquor.
Spike sat at the bar as well. Mac always wondered why he was allowed inside but he just assumed dragons didn't really fall under the pony age base- even if they did he was nearly as old as Twilight Sparkle and she was old enough to drink. He wasn't ever given much, just a few light beers a week and some milk. He came to the bar all the time anyway though (Whenever he could sneak off from Twilight) Mac remembered the first time she came to the bar and saw him. Everyone- especially the tavernmaster, hid from her. He didn't want to get into detail but almost all the bar's in Ponyville and surrounding areas had to be rebuilt and nobody saw Spike or Twilight for days.
The last pony caught Mac's eye though, and an unfamiliar twinkle returned. Mac looked over the blue pegasus who mulled over a glass of bourbon. He had a powerful looking build, something unusual for a pegasus- they were usually more lean and agile than they were strong. His wings were folded but obviously rather large, Big Mac guessed that they were able to thrust him pretty well.

Carrot Cake looked at Big Mac for awhile before he grinned and chuckled a little. Dropping a few bits on the counter before going he called out to his amusing friend.

"Hey Mac, Cup Cake'll be waiting for me early tonight- it's date night! I'll see you around."

Big Mac waved him off and carried the bottle of whiskey over to the table where the depressed looking pony sat.

"Hey...You're Soarin' Aren't you?"

Soarin' chuckled dryly without looking up.

"Not feeling that way right now friend...But yeah. I'm him."

Mac sat down and took a swig, filling the near empty cup of bourbon for the racer.

"Tell me about it?"

"I guess."

They sat there talking, Soarin' told about his issues with Spitfire- Big Mac had to hold in laughter when he heard who Spitfire was with (Applejack now owed him 50 bits.) But Mac never talked until Soarin' said "But it'll all get better soon yeah?"

"Eeyup"

The pegasus paused, his ears twitched and a smile began to form about his lips. He knew that voice, something from way back in his bast, something he couldn't dare to forget.

"MACINTOSH!"

Soarin' flew out of his seat-literally, and threw Mac into a big hug. He laughed and smiled as he led Big Mac out of the bar and into the night. They began talking about how they'd been and what they'd done since all those years ago.

When they were dating.

Chapter 3

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."

^^^

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.

Chapter 1

Soarin' was flying out of Canterlot at a breakneck speed. Enough is Enough he thought. I've had it with stupid Spitfire and her stupid tantrums. They'd been fighting a lot lately and he just couldn't understand why.

Of course he knew why, he just couldn't understand it.

Years and years they'd been together, happily in love he thought. Sure they had some issues to work out. He guessed he did cause a good number of them.

Like how he flew away when she thought she was pregnant or how he flew away when her parents talked about marriage or...Really whenever there was a problem he flew away- and he flew a lot.

I can't help it, I'm just not a fighter...She yells and I panic and well, fight or flight...

But she did too.

Like when she kicked him out of the Wonderbolts for a few days when she was having a bad day, or when she came back drunk from a party and called him a coltcuddler because he wouldn't have sex with her while she was intoxicated.

He sighed restlessly and deep, flying slower now than when he'd initially left. He looked down at the ponies running around below on the ground and thought back as to why he had flown away this time.

^^^

The big blue pegasus happily trotted through the halls of Canterlot castle towards the room he and his marefriend: Spitfire captain of the Wonderbolts were staying while the team of aerodynamo's were preforming for one of Celestia's annual festivals. He didn't know what the fair was even for, something about honoring the stars? Whatever, didn't matter much- Celestia had asked them to put on a show and they were of course going to.

He nodded hello to everypony that he passed along the way, smiling wide and carrying a large bouquet of blazing orange roses and little red mums, they matched Spitfire even in shade, in his teeth. He knocked on the large door of his temporary room before he pushed it open wide.

His steps forward were slow and short, stumbling along in a stupor.

"..Sp-Spitfire...How could you!"

"No Soarin' it's not what it looks like!"

"-It kind is..."

Soarin' looked on in horror at the detailed sight before him. His love- his one love- lay coated in various patches of saliva and semen. Next to her was a cyan pegasus mare whose spectrum mane and tail shot out in several directions and her muzzle and hooves were drenched with more than just the scent of the captain. She'd been the one to admit what they were doing before Spitfire could try to explain.

Giving her an angry look before getting out of the wide bed, trailing a large blue blanket to cover herself with, Spitfire walked up towards her mate looking both apologetic and slightly ashamed.

"Soarin' please don't be angry- this is only the first-sec-fifth time! I'm sorry really but I have some needs that you just can't fulfill!"

"And That makes it okay? That she's a different gender? It's okay to cheat so long as it's not another stallion!?"

Soarin' made wide gestures, pointing at the now empty bed as the third had sneaked away. He was angry- as angry as he could get anyway. They'd been together for so many faithful years and now he finds out it was a lie?

As soon as he began to raise his voice though, Spitfire took control. She was known for being calm and cool despite her fiery outlook, but inside she had a burning passion easily let away. Her voice rose up above his and her words quickly went from pleading to cruel. Her harsh tongue lashed him with insults and taunts.

He looked down, he knew she didn't mean anything- she was just mad, but the words still hurt him. She said he never cared, he wasn't there for her when she needed him. Worst of she called him a coltcuddler.

"You don't even like to fuck me! Why don't you go back to HIM!? COLTCUDDLER!"

"...Fine."

And with the Soarin' was gone.

^^^

He now lay on a cloud staring down at the ground again. He never let anyone know how much it hurt him to be called that.

When Soarin' was little he had a few 'encounters' with other stallions. Just experimentation. But he'd had a hard time because of it.

Equestria's population was very one-sided, the mares outnumbered the stallions at nearly 30:1, and because of this females have rather different rights. Put simply lesbians are very much encouraged, but two men together- sometimes they get executed. Given that is the more extreme of punishments but that isn't to say that it isn't uncommon. His family turned on him, and his friends and neighbors would often throw stones at him. The poor colt had to run from home and find a new town where he could start over.

Soarin', under a different name, once lived in Ponyville. He had friends and family- a lover too who stayed behind. He hadn't been caught, he got to stay. When he left, Spitfire found him. She gave him food- apple pies that reminded him of the best times of his life, and she helped him stay alive. Eventually she found out about his past- and didn't judge him. They grew together, and fell in love eventually.

So yes, he was always hesitant to have sex. While he did find her beautiful, and he loved her very much...Soarin' could never really bring himself to simply have sex with her. He grew to fear it, and though they did occasionally shag, and it did feel wonderful for the both of them, It simply wasn't right to him.

Soarin' believed that sex made love disappear. All the hate thrown at him for his love permanently scarred him, and in his mind by having sex with Spitfire he risked losing her. He was terrified of that more than anything.

But it was different...

It wasn't like when he was with another stallion, not just the sex but simply being there with them.
Who'd have thunk that Spitfire was like that?
Maybe...
Maybe she wouldn't mind if he DID go back...
Just this once...
Just a little...