Black Coffee In Caramel's Bed

You stagger out of bed, glancing all around the cozy bedroom for Big Mac. You pop open the double-doors to the massive closet, picking out a simple green Hoofington Orchestral Society t-shirt and matching dark green shorts. "No use looking un-presentable," you mutter. You think back, though, that the ponies here had only seen the occasional human. You have no doubt that you could prance around naked, manhood flopping in the air, and nopony would care that much. You giggle.

You scan the fancy mini-beach house, complete with big wicker chairs and flowing white drapes alongside tiny wooden tables, and let out a happy sigh. Big Mac has to be somewhere right around. No worries. You pop in the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth and grabbing a glass of sparkling water from the mini-fridge. You know that this will be your last day at Maresville's 'Seaside Promenade', and you hope to do something special.

"Really special," you whisper as you step outside. You gaze at the long beach, the barely touched sand stretching out almost endlessly around. The water calmly ripples up again and again at the edge. You put your hand over you eyes, smiling. You suddenly hear a little grunt.

You spin to the right, smiling even wider. Big Mac leans back in a shiny white rocking bench, eyes focused right on the horizon. You step over, putting a hand upon his back. You rub it upwards over to that amazing mane of his, the contrast between his fur and your skin bringing tingles of pleasure like always. He looks so stoic, unresponsive.

He blinks, hooves rubbing up against his legs. "Applejack's probably needing me right now," he murmurs in that tender yet powerful voice of his. "So much bucking to do."

"We've been through this at least a hundred times too many," you reply, sitting down besides him. "The winnings check was enough to hire somepony else as well as save ahead. Besides--" You snuggle a few inches closer, your shoulder nudging his strong, muscular side. "AJ insisted that you take the vacation."

"And she hired Fluttershy, of all the ponies in Ponyville," he comments, sighing. "For the life of me, I can't understand why. So what if she wanted to learn new things?"

"Just forget about her," you say, bringing your shoulder against his. Your arm goes around his shoulder, and you face rubs up against his name. You love his strong, farmer's scent-- that musk-- that he never seemed to lose despite three days of vacationing. "I know it's easier said then done, but we're here, right now. Together. That's what counts." You brush your head a little bit higher, your mouth speaking right into his ear. It flickers, looking so adorable.

"Eeeeeeeeeeyup," he replies.

Fluttershy has long been a sore spot with Mac. Their relationship fell apart, just like every other relationship that he had tried from Cheerilee to even Rainbow Dash, and he never got over them. Every little break-up carved a scar in his soul, and those numerous hurts added up-- time only dragging the pain on rather than healing them.

You've long suspected that, deep in his subconscious, every mare had to measure up with Applejack in each possible way and never could. Silly colt, never trying a guy before! You chuckle. For your part, Applejack saw some kind of deep, inherent honestly inside you and welcomed you to Sweet Apple Acres to stay just minutes after you appeared, dazed and confused, on the outskirts of Ponyville. She became like a protective shield, as close to you as a shoe to a foot.

"Let's get some breakfast," you comment. He locks eyes with you. You can't help but gaze forwards for a long time. That's what you fell in love with-- those eyes attached to that handsome face. He conveyed such strength and yet such gentle, tender feelings from those green wonders, looking like emeralds in the sharp beach sun.

He nods and walks alongside you. You step along the light concrete to the 'Food Hut', Mac following in toto. He drops back with each step. You glance backwards before moving on. He slows down even more, moving like a snail. You glance every several seconds, feeling as if you're playing some game with a kitten or something. Finally, you come to a complete stop. You shove your hands into your pockets, laughing.

"What... what is it?" you ask, trying to keep yourself to just a low giggle. "You're not hungry?"

"Ah am," he says, his country accent becoming thicker than usual. He prances in place. You can't believe how adorable he looks, body rubbing up against the ground. "Ah just... feel awkward."

"Why?"

"It's not my place," he says. You step over, putting your hands into his mane and sliding down. He loves it when you do that. He feels almost ashamed at it, acting so girly as he whines at having his mane brushed and handled, but he leans his head over to your side and smiles at your touch. "There's all of these Canterlot ponies there. Big business types from Hooftington, too. The factory slave-drivers from Coltsville pop in. They've got their trophy mares." He takes a deep breath. "I love being here with you. Please, I just..." He hunts for the right words. "I can't relax here if I'm around those ponies. I'd rather be back on the farm. Shoot, I belong there. They're hurting without me."

"We're not required to be friends with them. We're just eating there and then going back to our part of the beach," you say back. You understand, not much liking the snobby vacation-set ponies much either. They gawk at humans and mumur as if they're walking museum pieces.

"Eyup." You sit down and let your hands wander all over Mac's body. You scratch along his fur, fingers drawing figure-eights across his back and over to his chest. He blushes at the public affection, his cheeks somehow becoming purple-ish red. You press your face against his cheek and make a sweet kiss.

"Let them have their fun. Them and their trophy mares. We'll just eat."

He looks at you blankly.

"Besides, aren't I your trophy mare?" You run your hands through your hair, sucking in your cheeks.

He snorts with laughter, looking the happiest he's been for days. He nods and walks into the hut with you. Sure enough, the crowd breaks way for you both. You tune out the numerous comments, many just curious but a lot words worth fighting over back on your planet, scampering around the room.

Mac eyes the stacks of waffles. For your part, the massive tray filled with scrambled eggs almost seems to call out at you-- a heavenly aura going over it. The chocolate cupcake desserts don't look too shabby either. You seize a huge paper plate and start filling it up. Mac watches you make a second plate for him, adding the same delicious assortment as yours.

Mac's head rubs up along your side. The touching drives you crazy. You can't wait to finish your breakfast and get started with the "good morning pick-me up" that you and Mac always had. You force your breathing down, trying not to make a scene with the posh-type horses around you. Mac locks eyes with you once more, and he gestures back towards your mini-beach house. A silent understanding goes through your mind immediately

You both head out of the food hut, you carrying the plates with Mac holding a huge jug of iced tea in his mouth. You step forward past him once again. Oh, what now? You rub your face with your hands, setting the plates on the path, before flipping around.

"Big Mac? Really? Wow!" shouts an unfamiliar voice from somewhere. It reminds you of Mac's country accent but more emotional, softer, and younger.

"Caramel?" says Mac, dropping the pitcher and just barely catching it a second later. His eyes swell up with wonder.

"What are you doing here?" says Caramel, stepping over from behind a stack of folding chairs besides the foot hut.

"Same to you!" Mac replies, stepping off of the path and onto the sand. Caramel trots over and embraces Mac. You size up the new stallion, eyes moving up from his golden-yellow hooves up to a light, white shirt he's wearing and over to his poofy brown mane. He has a curly, gently looking face. You almost picture him as a mare in a stallion's skin or vise-versa. He appears so sleek and so lanky.

"Your friend is?" Caramel asks, putting a hoof through his mane. He side-steps, standing in between you and Mac.

"My friend's... name is..." Mac starts to say, looking a little overcome all of a sudden.

"Your boyfriend's name is..." you correct him. You show a pouty-face of mock anger, although in truth you're already a bit miffed at seeing this other stallion get all of Mac's attention.

Mac leans over and whispers your name into Caramel's ear. He nods, stepping over to you. You must admit that he has an incredibly pretty face, the sun sparkling across his back and along his fluffy brown tail. Caramel and Mac do an interesting little move where they tap cheeks and then tap flanks before intertwining their tails. Your eyes grow big as you watch.

"That's an interesting mane for a pony," Caramel says. He stops, shrugging. "I mean, that's-- ya'll ain't a pony. You're, uh, with that name. I guess that's--" He blinks, ears twitching. "That's a pretty standard name for a human, then?" You mock being offended, eyebrows moving up. "Oh, I guess it's a fantastic name for a... an anything, partner." He holds his mouth open, slanting to the side. His confused expression seems even more adorable than a second ago.

"Nice to meet you, Caramel," you say as you lean over and extend a hand. He meets it with a hoof. I think I'm going to like this colt after all. Your fingers rub up against his body fur for a second, feeling rather odd.

"A-ha," he squeaks, which you also find adorable. You stand back up.You eye Mac who's already picked back up the iced tea. He points over towards your place.

"Well, Caramel, I guess you're still having breakfast?"

"Just had 'breakfast proper', or whatever ya'll might want to call it." He shrugs, wiggling his tail against the path. "I can't resist grabbing dessert, now can I?"

"Well, grab that and finish having breakfast with us at our place." You smile, and he reflexively smiles back. You gesture the way down the path. "See you in just a moment."

"It's a, uh, date," he replies. He winks before trotting over into the food hut.

I can't believe that I invited him to be with us. Is he going to touch base with Mac for hours, now? Stupid get-together-type stuff, endless talking with me just sitting there silent like a potted plant? Mac looks at you, making an odd sort of dance with your eyes. You take a little breath and head back to your place. Well, I don't know. He seems so nice. And maybe I wrong with his relationship with Mac. Are they cousins? Ex-boyfriends? What the hay?

You step into your bedroom and set up the plates, crammed full of all kinds of sweet treats, across a big white table. You pick up a some extra, smaller plates from atop a nearby dresser, fingering some glasses as well. Mac parks himself down on one of the wicker chairs, leaning his head far back.

"Tell me the truth," you say, standing over Mac. He looks up at you, making a blank expression like a statue. You try not to sound concerned or jealous, feeling mostly just curious. "You and Caramel. What's your relationship?"

"When he changed jobs, hopping from Appleoosa to Coltsville and elsewhere, I just lost track of him. He's like Fluttershy's heart and Twilight's mind in Applejack's body." His eyes seemed to flash back, legs curving underneath the table in front of him. "He's the nicest colt on the planet."

"I mean, your relationship..."

He waves a hoof in the air, sliding it along an imaginary plane. "Off and on. Mostly 'off' until I started having eyes for Cheerliee. Then, just 'off'." You can see the absolute truth in his eyes.

"Off?"

"Off," he says with conviction. He pauses and then shrugs. "Unless that's somethin' that... I ain't... I don't know. Does it bother you?"

"No, I doesn't. I just need to know." you say. You really mean it. Things feel more weird than anything. You've spent a lot of time with Fluttershy, Cheerliee, and other ex-marefriends of Mac. You've had issues with them related to being a human, but nothing with respect to their relationships with Mac. If anything, that made you understand them better. Still, though, you hadn't ever thought of Mac as a lifetime coltcuddler. You figured that you were his first guy as well as his first human.

"I mean," he comments, searching for the right words. He pours himself an iced tea as he looks out in the distance, the waves still flowing as they always had. "He's the type to turn things 'on' at the drop of a hat-- ain't need to do anything else 'cept ask. Funny, if you were to ask, he'd jump at the opportunity of bringin' you in"

"What!" you call out, spotting Caramel heading over in the distance.

"Well, he likes you. That's as clear as a bottle of cider." Mac chuckles. "Not to mention that you stared with a face lookin' awful funny when we did our little greetin', touchin' cheeks and flanks."

He's totally right. You have the oddest feelings bubbling up deep inside of you as Caramel opens the door. For the past several days, you and Mac have already tried every position you knew in every part of the bedroom, going at each other once every few hours. And you felt electricity coming from Caramel, even just from touching your fingers against his smooth hoof. Goodness, I'm not jealous at all. Nope, I'm... I'm... wanting.

"We'll see how things go," you muttered, a sea of emotions flowing into your mind.

"Eyup."

To Be Continued...