The Sticky Grind

With the sun rising high in the sky, Caramel kept up a brisk pace as he pulled along his heavy cargo. Big Macintosh trotted nearby, keeping a careful eye on critters that might be looking for an easy meal this close to the Everfree. Caramel on the other hand, wasn't expecting any creature, big or small to be bold enough to attack so close to Sweet Apple Acres, but he pretended to appreciate the company. Not that Big Mac noticed, silent as he always was. He ignored Caramel's casual attempts to break the ice. Big Mac could have just let him go off by himself but the farm stallion apparently felt the need to accompany him.

Which was a little strange when Caramel remembered who he was dealing with.

Despite the fact he hires farmhands to help with the dozens of errands which often needed supervision, Big Mac acted like he wanted them to anything and everything by themselves in groups of threes. And in this case, there was little reason why he didn't move these goods himself as big as he is. It made him wonder if Big Mac thought of him as a employee that needed a personal touch. If that was the case, Caramel knew he should try to stay out his headlights for a while.

Favored employees are trusted, not watched.

Crossing over a slowly moving stream and into the denser parts of the woods that served as a divide between the farm and the ominous Everfree, Caramel thought about the boxes he was hauling in the wagon. They were full of tools and scrap wood from the farm but he had no idea what they were going to be used for. Or why they were going so close to the Everfree in the first place.

The Apples, Big Mac in particular, didn't seem like the littering type so Caramel drifted in his thoughts. Eyes wondering over to Big Mac's husky and well-toned frame, watching his flanks move up and down in a hypnotizing fashion. Despite his lingering and through inspection, he had no answers but he couldn't say he didn't enjoy the sight.

“Say Caramel, what are you looking so hard at?” Big Mac boomed, causing Caramel to skip a step and nearly trip over his hooves. Caramel hastily looked away, quickly coming up with some bland lie.

“Nothing but the cl-clear blue.” He managed to stuttered out, wincing at the sound of his voice.

Big Mac didn't reply. Caramel ducked his head in shame until-

“Is that true?” Big Mac actually snorted, slowing his pace as he looked down at Caramel. “I swear I saw some yellow-belly staring too hard at something he oughta know better to.”

Was that, after all these months of working under the farm stallion, the first full sentence Caramel ever heard from him? Was the world ending already?

“Well, this yellow-belly know better...” Caramel trailed off, quickening his steps to stay out of Big Mac's range.

“You calling me a liar?” Caramel paled, desperately trying to save himself. Why now did Big Mac feel the need to let the world know he could talk and did it really have to over this? Guys checked each other out all the time! Big Mac should be used to it, the big galoot!

“Mr. Apple-” Caramel started off, trying to fill in the blanks of his planned apology.

“Big Mac.” The farm stallion corrected.

“Mr. Mac.” Caramel conceded, laying it thick. He decided that the best course of action would be to change the subject. “Have we arrive... Ow! OW!” Caramel screeched as something pierced his back hoof, causing him to buck wildly and swerve out of control.

“Relax, Caramel. I got you.” Big Mac rapidly caught up to his mad dash, unhooking Caramel from the wagon and securing the goods before going after him. The farmhand stumbled for a few more feet, running on fumes before tripping over his spaghetti legs. He collapsed on the ground, left leg sticking up in the air like a flag, trying to shake off whatever was grinding into his tender sole.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Caramel rambled as he struggled under his waves of agony, tears running down his face as he howled against the injustice. In the thick of it, he forgotten that he wasn't alone and indulged in as many swears he could come up with. Seeing Big Mac approach quickly reminded him of this fact and he got in a 'shit' before returning to his tirade of fucks.

“Relax your wagging tongue, I've seen these things before.” Big Mac explained, already rolling him onto his back and grabbing his hoof. “It's one of them wood wrakes. They like to make homes in trees and it seems this one mistook your foot for a tasty hoof.” The farm stallion paused, making Caramel think he had some terrible news to tell him. “You should watch your steps next time.”

“You should watch your steps, you big dick!” Caramel snapped. “Get me to a fucking doctor! I'll sue you-”

Big Mac slid his naked tongue against Caramel's writing hoof. His tongue danced around his the source of the pain, a white snake-thing balled up and clinging to his hoof, gently picking at it.

“I'm doing you a favor.” Big Mac said in between licks. “I got to get the wrake out before carves itself a new house. Don't you want to keep having a hoof?”

“Yeah,” Caramel replied grouchy, leaning back and watching the farm stallion's tongue sloppily apply its magic. With Big Mac mostly distracted, Caramel glared and mentally called his boss, a dirt-chomping hick. Sure, this treatment would save his foot, according to the farmer, but excuse him if he wanted a second opinion from a real doctor with a degree and training.

Caramel found his eyes closing, his body relaxing as the pain faded and some distant, hazy pleasure took its place. “Did-Did you get it?” He breathed out, sighing out all the tingles he felt racing across his body.

The farm stallion was quiet as always and Caramel rolled his eyes, wondering why he even bothered. He laid down, sight upon the sky and yellowing trees shading them. Oddly, he felt his breath getting tight, quicker. Caramel tilted his head to the side, letting lose a soundless moan. His hips buckled as he felt Big Mac focus on another spot.

“Did you get it now?” He asked, trying to ignore the heat curling around his neither region and the sight of his own member rising with excitement. “Ah,” He squeaked out and suddenly Big Mac stilled. Caramel blushed beet red, his mouth moving without a explanation flowing. “Aha!” He came up on the spot. “I spotted a blue jay. Who knew they lived around here, huh?” He babbled.

Big Mac harrumphed, for lack of a better word Caramel could use to describe this supercharged air around the two of them, and continued to slither his tongue around Caramel's trembling hoof.

“And since I'm talking,” He started off, hoping to get an answer this time. “Are you done now? I think I'm having a reaction.” Caramel stressed, wiggling his hoof for good measure.

Big Mac couldn't just ignore him.

“I'll get done when I'm done.” Big Mac stated, his hot breath causing tremors as Caramel's member writhed. “You ain't in no hurry to leave, are you?”

And so failed that plan.

“Yes...” Caramel replied impudently, taking his ire on the idiot in front of him. Why couldn't Big Mac be more helpful and reassure him? Caramel had no idea who he was working with. No trust of his own to give. “Yes, I am-”

Big Mac bit deeply into the sole of his hoof, Caramel's hips rocked back and forth and he came, surprising his stilted cries out of him, gooey cum splattering all over his and Big Mac's coat.

“I am so sorry.” Caramel cried out, hiding his face in his forehooves. “I-. Oh Celestia, stop.”

“My name's Big Mac.” The farm stallion smirked, sweeping both of Caramel's legs together and pushing them over his belly. Caramel's tail twitched, struggling to get free from his underside to cover him as Big Mac took a drawn-out look at Caramel's dick and full cheeks.

“Big Mac.” Caramel pleaded, repeating the name over and over as the farm stallion perched over him, his own large, throbbing dick rubbing against Caramel thighs and ass.

“That's lovely music.” Big Mac replied before returning to Caramel's hoof, grinding his dick into Caramel's ass and member. “Got any more songs I can wring out of you?”

“Ah~” Caramel screamed out before everything went white.

Caramel woke up to the back of the wagon, out of breath and again to Big Mac's pulling them along.

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“You-!”

Big Mac laughed.