Black Coffee In Caramel's Bed

You nod as Caramel steps into the door, nudging his plate crammed full of chocolate cupcakes and sprinkles-loaded vanilla puddling onto a dresser. "Wow, ya'lls place looks so spacious," he says, eyes bulging as he trots around.

"Sure is," you say, stepping over behind Caramel. You're not quite sure what you want to do here. Yet you see Caramel blush, feeling awkward at having you so close to him. You realize that he has to find you pretty handsome, or maybe he just has a thing for humans.

"How on earth could ya'll afford a cozy beach house like this," Caramel asks, turning to Mac. The red stallion picks himself up out of the chair and slides his head to the left, grinning. "Seriously, no foolin', I'm staying at in a room that ain't a room, more like a closet by comparison." Caramel side-steps closer to Mac, his tail rubbing up against your bare legs. You let out a little breath, loving that sensation.

"Loyalty for three years dutiful subscription to The Canterlot Times," Mac replies, passing over a glass of iced tea. You take it. Caramel's been eyeing the thermos of black coffee, and you toss that over to him.

"Whoa, wait a moment," Caramel comments, plopping down on the bed and having a sip. You gaze upon the stallion as his legs straddle the pillows. Hmmm... he's already acting like he owns the place. so masculine, so assertive. "That's all it took? Some kind of reward service."

"Heh, I wish," Mac says, stepping behind the table. It takes you a few seconds to put two and two together, and you pick-up the right side. You both lift the table over and perch it right besides the gigantic bed. Mac leans up next to you, his hoof locking with you leg. "My guy here helped me solve their little logic puzzle last month. You know, that big sweepstakes game."

It's your turn to blush. Something about 'my guy' always felt wonderful coming from Mac, even though humans dropping into Equestria seemed to be disturbing more common than one would first think. You pick up your glass and gulp it down, in truth, you want to get to the smorgasbord besides you as soon as possible.

"Yowza!" Caramel calls out, his face lighting up with even more cheer than usual. You feel like pecking in the cheek right then and there. "So, you two were 'the couple from Ponvyille' that the paper talked about last week. I'll bet you got the green-suited mares showing up at Sweet Apple Acres with the pony-sized check and everything." He giggles as you nod.

Big Mac slumps himself up on the bed, slinking close to Caramel. Not to be outdone, you hop onto the edge and scurry to Caramel's left side. Finding himself in a male-sandwich, the brown-maned stallion lets out a torrent of nervous breathes. The tension feels pretty thick, you can almost see it like a fog through the air, but you simply reach in front of you and grab a muffin.

Mac comments something about Applejack's latest project, and how exactly he plans to spend the reward monies. You tune slightly out, although still nodding at times. You feel pretty famished, and mounds of scrambled eggs practically teleport into your mouth. Besides, you've heard it all before. Mac, oddly enough for such a demure stallion back in Ponyville, talks the importunately to talk on and on. The stallions zip through the breakfast as well, barely less hungry than you feel.

You see Mac's legs rubbing up against Caramel's, and you wiggle your head side to side. Two can certaintly play at that game, Mac! You reach with your foot and bring it against Caramel's hoof. You've got a big advantage though, with some dexterous toes, and you play across Caramel's fur. He blushes even more, Mac not yet the wiser.

Mac finishes up, heaping a stack of potato wedges into his mouth. You keep on wiggling against Caramel, making him moan ever so slightly. He seems rather overwhelmed at the dual attention. Caramel discusses a few things about his new job, this time probably staying for good in Appleoosa. He relays some funny stories about Braeburn as well, noting with great surprise how Braeburn and a new human assistant have gotten along like surrogate brothers.

"Ah, now that's where it comes from," you whisper to yourself. "Poor ol' Caramel feels jealous. Maybe he thinks we're 'exotic' or something." I guess I am, though. You nestle you very human hands, fingers rubbing into his fur, along Caramel's sides. He pauses, blushing so much that you wonder if he'd pass out, before finishing up.

"Hey!" Mac interjects, looking right at you.

You freeze, having paid very little attention to the whole conversation. "Uh, yes?" You see Mac's mane curling along Caramel's shoulders. No doubt, his hooves are having fun right now as well.

"Time for dessert?"

"Eeeeeeyup," you respond, smiling from cheek to cheek. You catch his drift pretty quickly as he picks up a little cup with melted chocolate sauce. You snuggle just inches away from Caramel, your hands digging all along his chest.

"Oh, ah... I'm... uh... glad that you... feel this way, about me," Caramel mutters. You can tell that he's not sure if he should be enjoying what's happening, even though his body is screaming at him too. "And, boy, I'd love even more dessert."

"How about some chocolate covered caramel?" Mac asks.

"That would be aweso--"

He stops as the sauce drips down onto his cheek. He shivers for a moment, mouth open wide in surprise. You lean over and give him a sloppy kiss on his other cheek, smothering your own cup of chocolate onto his chest and down onto his belly. He starts to groan, his hooves rubbing up against your back as well as Mac's back.

Mac slides up with his legs and pushes the table a few feet away. You watch intently as he lines up, standing over Caramel's side. You finish off the chocolate along Caramel's belly and over to his thigh. His enjoyment causes a certain part of him between his legs to spring up, sticking out at full length and throbbing in just a second. You pant for a second, not expecting him to be this well-endowed, just barely falling short of Big Mac.

Mac's hooves clutch Caramel's leg, rubbing up and then down in a smooth massage. He curls his head along and begins licking up the chocolate, wet slurps traveling from Caramel's cheek in spirals down to Caramel's colthood. Your hands flicker along the brown-maned stallion's thighs as well, moving up to his large sack and cradling it for a moment.

Caramel makes a torrent of feminine whines, begging you both to go faster. You gaze upon his open mouth, tongue sticking out, and almost giggle at his adorable expression. Your fingers rub his sack and move up his shaft. He digs his head into the pillow behind him, eyes getting wider by the moment. Mac, for his part, turns the slurp-filled licks into passionate kisses, determined to peck every last inch of Caramel's body almost.

You stroke up and down Caramel's colthood, starting to pant hard. Your own thing between your legs has gotten incredibly jealous, and you shove your shorts and briefs down with your free hand. You lean up, scooching your sack against Caramel's, and your fingers dance up Caramel's rod up to the tip. You lean back, picking up the last cup of chocolate, and douse it on the things in front of you.

Mac's kisses have driven Caramel out of his mind, ripples of pleasure going through the brown-maned stallion's body. Mac meets eye to eye with his ex-coltfriend, leaning in to lock lips. Their messy making out has you rather jealous, but you can hardly stop stroking Caramel's amazing rod. Your fingers curl around the tip, making the stallion twitch and groan.

You've had more than enough foreplay, and Mac's gigantic, throbbing colthood also cries out for close attention. Caramel instinctively understands as Mac breaks the kiss. You press your hands against Caramel's chest, your fingers scraping down hard into his fur. Your eyes feast upon his handsome face, you can tell why Mac fell really in love with him once upon a time, and you kiss him. His lips taste so totally delicious. You coo, your tonuge playing slipping along the sides of his mouth. Your heads slant side to side, and you savor the moment.

Mac makes a very loud grunt. You lean up, standing atop the bed. Caramel's eyes lock on the thing between your legs. You feel a little self-conscious at your relative lack of size, but he seems more in shock than anything. I guess I really am exotic game to him. You chuckle as you step a little bit backwards.

Mac scooches upwards ontop of the pillows. You look on intently as Mac's enormous colthood rubs up through Caramel's mane onto his cheek. The brown-maned stallion lets out a gasp, mouth going into a big 'O'. You put your hands against his legs as he flips slowly over. His tail wags with anticipation against your manhood, making you almost grit your teeth with anticipation. You can't resist moving your hands up and running them through the cute fur, the tail now bobbing against your shirt.

Mac's thing shoves up against Caramel's face. The red stallion smiles, eyes turning upwards as the licking starts. Caramel devours Mac's colthood, lips wandering along the shaft and tongue wiggling out. The slurps turn into kisses, coupled with whining like noises.

You gaze at Caramel's small, snug looking tailhole below you. You lean over, picking up a little can of melted butter, and you dose your manhood with it. You coat your fingers with it, forcing yourself not to lick them, and you rub up against Caramel's entrance. He feels so warm. He also seems totally ready, hungry on the inside. You stick two fingers a little bit inside, and the golden-yellow stallion makes a very loud gasp.

You open your mouth, taking in a very deep breath. You line up perfectly, hands pulling against his tail, and you close you eyes. Mac, for his part, seems to have stopped to watch you enter paradise.

*Thrust*

You cry out, knees buckling. You cannot believe the smoothness, the wetness, and the snugness. Your thing moves in right to the base, pulsing inside of the beautiful stallion's body. You collapse forwards for a moment, hands going up along his sides. The ripples of pure bliss shoot through your body and almost burn into your mind. You feel Caramel's fluffy tail up onto your face, and you bury it inside.

You hear the endless slurping and sucking sounds right in front of you, Mac clearing having the time of his life as well. You can't really think. You're lost in your own little nirvana. You lean out, face still rubbing up against the golden-yellow stallion's tail and fingers curling along his back, as your manhood pulls out. Inch by heavenly inch, you try hard not to blow your load right then and there.

You plunge back forwards. It feels like some kind of electricity shooting from your hips. You lose it, the constant cascade of pleasure upon pleasure making you turn into something animal. Your body topples down, fingers scratching all along Caramel's back, and you pump time and time again. Thrust goes into thrust with seamless motion, your body unleashing a huge groan.

Mac moans as well, his hooves suddenly perching against your shoulders. You keep on thrusting, the pure bliss putting you so incredibly close to the edge. Mac's hooves jiggle against your body, moving over to your chest. His moans grow incredibly load, so loud that you know ponies can hear from quite a ways away outside. You almost bit your lip, trying not to scream at the top of your lungs. You press yourself in all the way to the base, feeling Caramel's sack slapping against your legs. That wonderful sound seems indescribable, the emotions driving you totally insane.

"It feels... so... good..." you screech.

Mac's head suddenly goes up against your shoulder. You feel your face inside his mane, and he puts his face upon your bare neck. You somehow manage to kiss each other's bodies, sharing in the total bliss. His body jitters, almost out of control. He's about to unload himself. He knows it. You know it. Caramel.

The brown-maned stallion keeps on groaning. For all you know, he's been in one continuous orgasm for the whole time. You're determined to make the moment count, and you hands shift down to Caramel's colthood, feeling his sticky pre-cum pooling onto the sheets below.

You stroke him as you and Mac both thrust even faster than before, moving at total abandonment. Finally, you can't hold it in anymore. Caramel's cozy tailhole seems to suck you in, his sack rubbing up onto your skin. You press in as deep as you possibly can, hearing yourself start to scream. Mac pounds his hooves onto your shoulders, tears of pleasure dripping from his cheek onto your hair.

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Mac hollers, so loud that they could probably hear it back in Ponyville. Caramel shivers uncontrollably, thick filmy goodness squirting all over your hands. You pant as you thrust yourself out of the handsome stallion, hands waving in a daze. You tumble down, half on the bed and half on the floor, with you mouth hung wide open. Your eyes seems to fade.

You can't believe the orgasm, your mind floating up into the sky and sailing off to the moon from the sheer bliss. You nudge over to the side, trying to gaze upon Mac. The red stallion smacks his back against the wall, topping a lamp onto the floor. You see his hard thing blowing thick trails into Caramel's mane, white mixing with brown. He leans over, eyes shutting tight, as his enormous colthood begins to withdraw.

Caramel, coated with sticky love, flops over with this belly in the air and his hooves prancing upward as if he wanted to walk on the ceiling. He sucks in air, trying hard to catch his breath. Your eyes drink in the stallion's pretty body before locking upon his flanks, his tail curling over in a sudden burst of modesty. You hear your white stuff bubbling out of Caramel's flanks onto his fluffy tail, and you can't help but smile.

It feels like years until you three climb-down, but you do. You do a sort-of group snuggle, kisses going all around. Mac says something about telling the hotel staff to wash the sheets twice, and Caramel refers to the broken lamp as a "trophy" that he'll "cherish forever". You laugh, hands moving into both their manes. So different, yet so alike... and both so beautiful...

The Next Morning...

You lean your face against the glass, taking in the wonderful scene from outside the train's window. Shimmering mountains stretch out into rolling valleys with huge rivers, crystal clear blue water flowing through them in such a picturesque way. Your mind flashes forward to the next several days of especially hard work on the farm, at the end of the season.

You can hardly pretend to be looking forward to it. On the other hand, both Applejack and Big Mac understand your particular preferences at work; knowing that you're far from the lazy type. There are plenty of things that hands, feet, and a six foot three body with an even longer reach can do that an earth pony can't, and vise versa as well. Your mind flashs back to Caramel, still, and you sigh.

You wonder what on earth that letter that the brown-maned pony gave you says. He insisted that you wait until you had reached Ponyville to open it, but you can hardly stand to wait another second. "Maybe a just a peek," you mutter.

You open it up, gazing at the message inside. You also finger some kind of tiny golden cardboard slide with red embossment at the bottom of the letter. You take a deep breath, and you start to read.

Hey, partner,

I know that you're hearts with Big Mac, and I can certainly understand why. There's a lot of wonderful things about that stallion, too many to think of let alone jot down here. Still, I feel like I had a connection start that didn't quite "get complete", or so they say. Look, I'm not so good at this sort of thing. Let me be honest.

I felt something. I feel something. You and me. I'm not competing with Mac, Celestia knows. I'm just hoping that, instead of working as a team to please that big red lug, how about you and I have some kind of special fun together? Let's just say that, compared to Mac, I'm more on the 'open-minded' side.

Sincerely,
Caramel

You glance at the golden thing, seeing the title 'Appeloosa House of Folk & Country'. You see the fancy lettering, declaring that the holder can spend a two days at the hotel slash bar absolutely free, and you nudge it deep in one of your cargo pants pockets. You look out the window again, and you smile.

The End