Adjusting to a New Life

Hello! I just wanted to say that this is going to be my first time attempting to write an accent. It's going to be difficult for me and I'll probably mess up a lot, so bare with me!

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It was most likely six in the morning when I heard the rooster start its crowing. "Dammit....just ten more minutes...." I heard myself mutter under my breath. Since my unfortunate arrival in Equestria by unknown means, and the Apple Family kindly taking me in, most mornings had been like this. I've been in Equestria for a month, and believe me, while I was on earth, I spent my days sleeping and my nights gaming. It's a hard transition, getting rid of most electronics and actually working during the day.

The next thing I knew was the big red stallion who was the first to offer me a stay in there wonderful home. "C'mon Partner, we got a lotta work to do today." the red stallion I'd come to know as Big Macintosh said in his deep, smooth voice. I groaned loudly, pulling the pillow over my head. He laughed and lifted me up onto his back.

I was still in the Pajamas Rarity had stitched together for me. "Uggghhh, at least let me change..." I moaned, rolling off his back and onto the floor.

I stood up slowly and drug my feet over to my dresser, pulling out more clothes that Rarity had made for me. Macintosh took a seat on my small bed, waiting for me to change. I really didn't mind since we were both men. And he was a horse, so why would I care if he saw my underpants? Then again, he was always intrigued by my changing. I guess if I met a new creature who wore clothing daily I'd be a bit interested too. I threw on a simple garb of jeans which I had instructed Rarity on how to make, and a flannel shirt.

The flannel was red, and when I looked at myself without my "Cowpony" hat as the inhabitants of Equestria called it, I reminded myself of a Human Big Macintosh, if he were a brunette who hated mornings.

"You ready, partner?" Macintosh asked as I grabbed my hat from the stand near my door. I yawned and patted my mouth, using my other hand to open the door. "As ready as I'll ever manage to be..." I told him, stepping outside my door. I followed the hallway to a staircase which led down to the dining room, where a apple-based breakfast awaited me.

The mare Applejack and the young filly Applebloom sat at the table already eating, both were the younger siblings of Macintosh. "Well howdy, partner!" Applejack said as she finished her Oatmeal-with-apple-slices, which was inevitably what I would be eating.

Adjusting to the all-vegetarian diet was a bit hard, too. I mostly ate just vegetables, fruit, oats, etc.. "Hey Applejack." I said, yawning once more. Applebloom was too focused on her food to say anything, which I didn't mind. I didn't exactly feel like talking. I picked up the spoon that sat next to my bowl, which was kindly hoofcrafted by Big Macintosh. I ate quickly, eager to get my work done and over with. I had grown used to the taste of apples to the point of my breath starting to smell like the bloody things, which actually bothered me a little. Macintosh walked past me, patting me on the back as I slurped up the last of my food.

"Ah'right partner, you've eaten, let's get to work." he had said to me, being the first out the door. I quickly put my things in the sink, running to catch up with him.

I had learned that Macintosh was a very, very quiet stallion, usually not saying more than he needed. Many'a pony told me that I seemed to get him to talk, which to be entirely honest made me blush.

"Okay, James," Macintosh began, slowly thinking his words over carefully. "since ya can't buck trees for the life of ya, yer gunna put the baskets on the cart which I'll pull back when we're done..." Macintosh continued on towards the inner area of the orchard while Applejack sent Applebloom off to school and started on the outer rim. I was a good ten feet behind Macintosh, which made me feel as if I were slacking off, so I quickly ran up to his side, which made him smile faintly.

Though I had been through this same pathway ten times over, I still marveled at how the early morning sunlight ricocheted off the tree bark and ground to create an absolutely dazzling display of lights that naturally lit up the orchard.

I was not paying attention to what was in front of me nor of how long we'd been walking, making me walk straight into Macintosh, who toppled over with me on top of him. Some how in our tumbling I ended up on his stomach, my face landing perfectly into his muscular chest. I could feel my thigh rub up against his shaft, which made him shudder a little.

By some miracle I had narrowly avoided ramming my knee into his testicles, which made me feel better. I lifted my head up, my hat laying off to the side while my curly brown locks covered my eyes. I looked forward at the blushing Macintosh who made no move to push me off of him.

"M-Macintosh, I'm so sorry, I just..." I was stopped by his hoof being gently pushed against my lips, telling me to stop. "'S'ah'right, partner, no harm done.." he said, waiting for me to move. I, the stupid man I am, did not realize this and just sat there staring into his eyes. Those big green pools that threatened to drown me, I got lost.

"Ah-hem..." he coughed, cocking his head as a gentle sign to get off. I blushed even harder, rolling off of him. "S-sorry!" I exclaimed, standing back up with my hat-in-hand. Macintosh stood back up, nodding. I stayed a right next to him now, focused on what's ahead of us. I occasionally shot glances towards Macintosh, who seemed to be busy looking forward. But one of the glances I noticed he was gnawing on his lower lip rather heavily.

From what I had learned about Mac, it wasn't like him to pretend something wasn't bothering him. He threw a glance at me while I was looking at him, which immediately resulted in us averting our eyes in unison. Another mile or so without us speaking or looking at each other passed when we reached the spot we would start bucking.

There were stacks of empty buckets and four empty carts of a rather large size, all meant for Macintosh and I. "Okay, Macintosh." I decided to break the silence, going over to one of the stacks of baskets. I lifted as many as I could at once, bringing them over to a batch of trees which Mac had already started bucking. I set the group down and picked just one back up, walking around picking up the un-bruised apples.

I often found myself stopping in the middle of a task, staring at the Stallion's powerful legs, his fur sweaty in the now burning sunlight. His small grunts of power made me tingle, and soon enough my member started to grow ever so slightly. I blushed madly before smacking myself in the face, forcing myself back to work.

The jeans I had on were incredibly tight so that I wouldn't trip over them, so my growing bulge was apparent. I watched Macintosh and picked up the apples simultaneously, biting my lip at every flex and sweat bead that rolled across his well defined equine muscles.

God, this is so wrong.. I had begun saying to myself in shame, occasionally 'readjusting' myself to a more comfortable position.

After a good ten minutes of me trying to hide my bulge Macintosh looked back at me, sweat dripping down his face and beading up at his chin. I didn't realize it but he was looking at my lower half, still smiling. I had quickly dropped to my knees with my legs clenched tight, hiding my crotch. He laughed, walking over to me with a smile.

"Ya dun need to be ashamed, James." he said to me, using his powerful hooves to spread my knees from each other, giving him a better view of my constrained bulge. My mouth was hanging open, which gave him the chance to lean in and plant one on my lips.

The smell of his musk was intoxicating, and when I felt his large, wide tongue slip across the roof of my mouth I cooed. "M-Macintosh.." I groaned while he rubbed my crotch, nipping lightly at my neck.

Macintosh was the last person I'd suspect of being a-a-....what was the word these ponies used? Coltcuddler? Yeah, coltcuddler. He used his other hoof to lay me back on the ground, ending up on top of me.

He fiddled with the buttons of my flannel shirt, not being able to undo the buttons. He coughed, nudging my hand towards the buttons. I grinned, undoing the first three before he began to just tear open the flannel. He resumed kissing me, and soon enough I felt something nudge its way past my clenched thighs. I glanced down during our kiss and sure enough a long, wet-looking black rod nudged past my jeans, rubbing up against my dick.

It stopped growing after it touched Mac's chest, it's girth being rather wide. I slid my hands up to his shaft, making him whinny, and began rubbing up and down. It took both my hands to completely wrap around its girth, making me shudder at the thought of it penetrating my asshole. I felt one of his hooves tugging at my pants, so I removed one hand from Macintosh's shaft and undid the button, slidding my pants down.

All that was left were my drawers, my member poking through the hole in the front easily. Macintosh looked down at my member, breaking our kiss. He looked at it expectantly, then back up at me.

"Is that it?" he asked, making me blush. "Y-yeah...humans are not as big as horses..." I said, embarrassed. Macintosh smiled that calm, accepting smile and brought his muzzle to my trousers. "Don't matter..." he said, wrapping his lips around the tip of my shaft, swirling his tongue.

Out of instinct I arched my back, silently begging for more. Macintosh obliged and took the band of my boxers in his mouth, pulling them down to my knees. He took my entire member into his mouth easily enough, and began stroking the sides of my shaft with his warm, wet tongue.

I bit hard on my lip, cutting it open a little, as he sucked. I was coming close to my climax, and somehow Macintosh could tell. He removed his mouth from my shaft, a string of saliva and pre still connecting us together. I could feel on my pelvis that his pre had begun pooling and dripping out as he kissed me once more.

I brought my hands back down to his shaft as we exchanged saliva and as I transferred some of my blood into his system. The iron taste didn't seem to bother him, so we just kept kissing as I felt more pre from his cock drip out onto me. I, with all of my strength, attempted to roll him onto his back. He didn't budge at first, then he realized what I was trying to do and rolled over. He giggled at my flushed expression, I felt weak.

I broke our kiss, giving little nips at the fur on his chest, not taking me long with my little kisses to reach his shaft, giving me what he gave me. His ebony cock was very wide and long, definitely too big to fit it all in my mouth. Gulping lightly, I took the tip of his large cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue as he did. He whinny in pleasure, putting his hooves upon my head. I went a bit deeper into the blowjob, taking more of it into my mouth, eventually reaching the entrance of my throat.

I didn't dare go any deeper, but Macintosh had thrust upwards as he brought his hooves down, ultimately making me cough and sputter. Macintosh continued to thrust, not giving my air nor a break from his large cock. Telling from his grunts of pleasure, he was about to-

"Nnng~!"

His hooves left their place and he slumped against the ground, panting as I rolled over and began coughing out his sweet semen. I had swallowed some, but wanting air I had choked on the rest. Macintosh shuffled next to me, putting a hoof on my back. "Are ya okay, partner?" Macintosh asked, chewing his lip. I turned over and kissed him, giving him his answer.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Mac?" I asked, caressing his mane.

"Eeyup."

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Well, there we are, my first attempt at Clop and my first attempt at an accent! I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!