"Ya sure are tall, mister human," said Apple Bloom as Brett bought a bunch of apples from her sister's stand. The little filly was sitting behind the counter observing, as she had no school on the weekends and her friends were apparently busy doing something else.

"Now, Apple Bloom," admonished Applejack, "that wasn't very polite."

"Why not?" asked the filly.

"'Cause callin' him 'mister human' makes him seem like some weird creature. What was it Twilight called it? Deperson..."

"Depersonalizing?" offered Brett.

"Yeah, that's it! It's depersonifyin'."

"Depersonalizing," he repeated, correcting her.

"That's what Ah said." Her eyes narrowed at him. "Are you callin' me a liar?"

"What? No, I was just—"

"Ah'm just messin' with ya, buddy!" She punched him playfully on the shoulder, then returned to business. "Now that'll be six bits for the apples." Brett found his bag and slipped the appropriate number of coins onto the counter. He silently cursed Equestria for using coinage rather than more easily carried paper money. The bag constantly weighed down on him like a rock in his pocket.

"Thank you," he said, turning to walk away.

"Hey, before ya leave, I was wonderin' somethin'."

"Oh?" he said, turning back.

"Ah heard ya were gonna start boardin' with Ditzy." Brett's eyes widened a bit in surprise.

"Wow, news travels fast around here," he said.

"Well, Ah mostly know 'cause Pinkie told me."

"How did she know?" he asked. Then he realized.

"Pinkie Pie," they said in unison, Brett nodding at the realization.

"So anywho," she continued, "about what Ah was gonna ask ya. How'd you like ta come over for dinner at our house tonight, as a kind of housewarmin' gift? Ya can meet mah cousin Braeburn; he's gonna be visitin' from Appleloosa."

"Well, I've got a lot of work to get done—"

"Aw, shucks, it's the weekend! 'Sides, ya can always get it done later. So whadaya say?"

"Um... sure."

"Alrighty, then! Ah'll tell the folks ta set up another spot at the table! Bye, now!" She waved as Brett walked away, bag of apples in hand.

Later that evening, Brett walked along a dirt path, his feet scuffing the soft reddish clay as he walked. Over a hill in the distance he saw the barn of Sweet Apple Acres poking into the sky, along with the farm's eponymous apple trees. He walked through the archway entrance and noticed an extremely muscular red stallion toting hay bales. He was almost as tall as Brett's shoulder.

"Hey, there," Brett said when he got close enough. "What's your name, big boy?"

"Mac," he said succinctly.

"You workin' hard, Mac?"

"Eeyup."

"You don't talk much, do you?"

"Nope." Before Brett could ask the question on his mind, he was interrupted by Applejack.

"Brett! Yer here!"

"In the flesh," he said, turning to see her standing just outside her front door waving to him.

"Well, c'mon, soup's on!" She went inside and Brett ran over and followed. "Apple Bloom won't be joinin' us today; she's had somethin' scheduled with her friends for a while and Ah didn't want to be the one who dragged her back here."

"Understandable." As he entered the Apple family home, he noticed that it was, of course, quite rustic. And the first thing he smelled upon entering was the sweet smell of a certain round fruit. That same fruit was lumped in baskets along the walls, and as he came to the kitchen, he saw that they were also piled on the kitchen counters in various degrees of intactness.

"This here's the kitchen," Applejack said in an introductory tone, waving her hoof in front of her.

"Gee, that was quite thoughtful of you to point that out," said Brett dryly. "I never would have figured that out on my own."

"No need to get smart," she said. "Ah'm givin' ya the grand tour; Ah should be expected to show ya everythin'." She waved to the elderly mare standing at the counter apparently rolling dough, most likely for pie made from the-fruit-which-shall-not-be-named.

"Hey there, Granny!" Applejack said in what could be interpreted as a loud voice.

"Huh, whazzat?" she said in a shaky voice, glancing up slowly. Her eyes settled on Brett and she grimaced. "Oh, it's one o' them 'hoomin' things, ain't it? Now look here, missy," she scolded, shaking a quite threatening-looking rolling pin above her head for emphasis, "ya best be careful o' them. They don't got no Harmony and no Friendship, and they kill each other fer sport; there's no tellin' what they'll do to ya if they getcha alone!"

Well, thought Brett, I have some idea. He wisely decided, however, not to voice that particular thought.

"Now, Granny," said Applejack angrily, "Ah normally tolerate yer rants, but that was completely uncalled for!"

"You mark mah words, Applejack," she continued, pointing the rolling pin at her. "One o' these days, they're gonna cut ya up and serve ya with an apple in yer mouth at one o' their meat feasts!" Applejack wrapped her hoof around Brett and hurried him away from the crotchety old mare.

"Sorry 'bout Granny Smith," she said.

"You didn't tell her I was a human?"

"Well, uh..." Applejack looked mightily uncomfortable for a moment. "Ah-Ah, uh... Ah technically did. Ah think."

"What did you say?"

"Ah said ya were a visitor from outta town," she said quickly, promptly looking as if she had just kicked a puppy. Brett groaned, but said nothing. He sat down at the table, noticing a spot on the end of the table piled with applesauce and other soft foods and making a mental note to sit as far away from it as possible without being directly across from it.

Suddenly, he heard a scuffling sound from the stairs. He glanced up to see the source of the noise, and after a moment it revealed itself.

It was an absolutely gorgeous stallion, with a shining golden coat and striking green eyes. He had a strong jawline, accentuated nicely by his brown stetson hat. He had a vest to match the hat with expert stitching, and behind it on his muscular rump was a cutie mark of a single large red apple. His tail and mane were a beautiful compliment of light orange and blond, and they flowed gracefully down his legs and neck, respectively, seeming to point directly to his ass like a series of arrows saying "insert here."

"Hey, AJ," he said in a less pronounced variant of Applejack's own country drawl, "where are the towels? I was thinkin' of gettin' in a quick shower."

"In the closet a couple trots down from the bathroom, top shelf."

"Thanks, cuz." He cantered back up the stairs, leaving Brett staring at the spot where his ass had previously been.

"Just as fair warnin'," said Applejack, "Ah'm not sure what ya'll humans accept, but Ah think Ah should let ya know. Braeburn's one o' them stallions what lives the 'alternative lifestyle,' if ya catch mah drift."

"You don't say?" he muttered, ideas suddenly blossoming in his brain. He turned to Applejack. "So where's he from, again?"

"Well, he's originally from 'round here, but most recently, a couple years ago, he moved to Appleloosa. Tiny little frontier town, quite a ways south. He's always been a wanderer; probably gonna leave Appleloosa 'fore too awful long. Ah keep waitin' for him to meet some nice stallion and settle down, but that don't look to be happenin' anytime soon."

"So, you're okay with his sexuality?"

"Are you kiddin'? One o' mah best friends goes both ways and Ah've been, uh... leanin' a bit mahself in recent years."

"You come by that honestly," he said. She put a hoof to her chest.

"Ya'll forget who ya were talkin' to? Ah literally am Honesty!"

"Of course. It's an honor to meet you, by the way, if I hadn't said that already." In the background, one could hear the water start running upstairs, signaling the beginning of Braeburn's shower. Brett managed to quickly pull his mind back to reality before it had a chance to wander far.

"Well, thank ya kindly." She tipped her hat to him.

"Personally, I identify as bisexual," he said with a grin. "It's nice to know there are gay ponies, too." Applejack chuckled. "Mind if I explore on my own?" he asked. "I'm better at remembering spaces if I go through them myself.

"Sure, go ahead. Just make sure not to touch anything that looks important. Ah'll go help Granny with the food." She turned and walked toward the kitchen, giving Brett free rein. He wandered around the house, finding various rooms on the first floor, namely a bedroom which probably belonged to Applejack's grandmother, a closet full of rainbow-colored jars that looked extremely important, and a bathroom with a porcelain tub.

As Brett was heading up the stairs, he heard the water shut off in the upstairs bathroom. He was passing by the door and noticed that it was cracked open. Ignoring all common sense, he looked inside and was immediately greeted by the beautiful sight of Braeburn's toned rump. The gold-coated colt had just pulled back the curtain and was leaning on the tub and drying himself off with a towel, his rear end facing the door.

He looked even more beautiful without the hat and vest in the way. His wet mane was stuck to his neck, the water dripping slowly down his sexy body. His tail quivered and dripped water on the floor as he slowly moved the towel back and forth over his ass. If Brett did not know better, he could have sworn Braeburn was doing it on purpose.

As the towel moved down his legs, he slowly revealed his body. First came his asshole, which came into plain view as his tail flicked to the side, followed by his plump, round balls. The skin was smooth save for his perineum, a thin line running from his hole all the way to the base of his slightly-unsheathed cock, which was quite an appealing shade of brown.

The stallion turned, and his eyes widened as he froze in mid-towel stroke, and Brett realized he had been caught. He jumped back and tried to run away, but the stallion had other plans.

"Hey!" he said, bursting out of the bathroom. "Wait!" Brett stopped and turned around to see Braeburn glaring at him, but not with as much venom as he would have thought.

"What?" he said cautiously.

"T'ain't nice to peek in on ponies like that." Brett sighed.

"I know. The door was cracked and I... guess I couldn't stop myself." He smirked a bit. Just a bit.

"So, uh..." Braeburn shuffled a bit on his hooves. "You're into stallions?"

"Well, mares too. But yeah."

"I've, uh... never met a human that... swung that way. 'Specially not a guy who went for stallions."

"Well, it's kinda hard not to go for you," said Brett, causing Braeburn to blush adorably.

"That's awful nice of ya, Mister... Aw, shucks, I don't rightly know your name."

"Brett Matheson. Just call me Brett."

"That's nice of ya, Brett. But I don't know if I..." He trailed off, but Brett picked it back up.

"...know if you want to do something with a human?"

"Well, uh..." Braeburn was looking strictly at the floor now, his cheeks glowing a fiery red.

"Tell you what. How about we try it, and if you don't like it, then we can stop whenever you want?"

"Wha—Now?" Braeburn was genuinely surprised this time. "But AJ and Granny are downstairs!" Brett smirked.

"So we'll be quiet. You wanna do it?" Braeburn visibly hesitated, obviously trying very hard to make a decision. Eventually he did.

"Well... alright. But we gotta do it real quick-like." He hurried back toward the guest bedroom and Brett followed, his dick already straining against his jeans. It seemed as if it was ready to pop out like one of those aliens if he didn't get his satisfaction soon.

As they entered the bedroom, Braeburn moved toward the bed. Brett began to undo his jeans, but his fingers were having quite a bit of trouble being their dextrous selves due to his heightened state of arousal. Finally, though, he managed to work the button and pull down his jeans and briefs, and Braeburn immediately knelt down in front of him.

Braeburn leaned in close and sniffed the human's junk, inhaling the exotic aroma. It smelled noticeably more musky than the average stallion, and he supposed that it had to do with the fact that humans wore such restricting clothes so often.

The shaft was similar to a stallion's in length, if a bit shorter, but with no medial ring. The tip had barely any flare at all, and the urethra did not protrude as with a stallion's penis. The balls were also not nearly as smooth and did not hang quite as low. It reminded him of a picture he had seen once of a minotaur's equipment, though this was much more girthy and appealing.

He looked up at Brett and, while maintaining eye contact, turned his head sideways and wrapped his deft lips around the shaft. He started at the base and slowly worked his way to the tip, then moved back down again, jerking the human's cock with his mouth.

Then he finally broke eye contact to start working properly on the shaft. Braeburn suckled briefly on the tip, then moved down, gradually sinking more and more of the shaft into his mouth. Soon, it reached the back of his throat. But Braeburn was an experienced cocksucker. He suppressed his gag reflex, enabling him to swallow the member in its entirety. As his lips reached the base, he moved his lips in rhythmic motions around the shaft, kissing the skin with the thin coating of bristly hair.

Meanwhile, Brett grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged upward, pulling it off in one smooth motion, revealing his muscular torso. He threw back his head and groaned as the head of his penis passed the back of Braeburn's throat. He could feel the moist tube relax as the stallion opened his throat to take in Brett's manhood. Already, he could feel a pressure building in his balls, and he knew he was getting close. Man, this colt was good.

Not one to fall into a rut, Braeburn reached up a hoof and brushed against Brett's hand. Brett moved in response and his hand was guided to the back of Braeburn's head, where he began to play with the stallion's amber-orange locks. He ran his fingers through the mane and Braeburn moaned quietly in response.

"You like that, Braeburn?" he asked. The colt nodded and gave his affirmation around the dick in his mouth.

"Mm-hmm." Braeburn's own erection had become hard as rock by this point and was practically pouring precum onto the hardwood floor, but it was left unnoticed as he tended to Brett's sexual needs. One of Braeburn's little quirks was that he actually got sexual pleasure from giving oral sex. Even with no direct stimulation to his own parts, sucking off somepony, or someone, went a long way toward his climax. If he tried, it would only take a minimal amount of stimulation to set him off.

Brett, however, was rapidly nearing his orgasm from the stimulation that he was receiving. His hand left Braeburn's head and clenched into a fist, but the earth pony quickly placed it back where it was.

"Oh, you like that?"

"Mm-hmm," Braeburn said again. He grabbed the hand on his head and pushed it down, signaling Brett to be more forceful.

"Oh, so you're into domination?" Braeburn did not verbally reply, but he looked up at Brett's face and the glint in his eyes told him everything he needed to know. "So you like it when I do... this?" Brett suddenly shoved Braeburn's muzzle down onto his cock, driving it deep down his throat. He finally felt and heard the stallion gag, but he quickly recovered.

"Mm!" mumbled Braeburn with greater vigor.

"I'm really close to cumming, babe," said Brett. "You want me to cum in your mouth?" Braeburn mumbled in affirmation again. Brett grabbed Braeburn's head with both hands and began pumping away, hammering the stallion's jaws with hard, powerful thrusts. The pressure continued to build and was close to being released.

"You like that? You wanna taste my cum?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"Well, that must make you a cumslut. Are you my little cumslut?" Braeburn finally began working his cock, jerking the hard rod vigorously with a hoof. He could instinctively tell that Brett was close, and he wanted it all.

"Mmph! Mmm!" He whined out his need, sucking with all his strength. The pounding of his muzzle was more erratic, and he knew his partner was right on the edge.

"Aw, I'm gonna cum!" said Brett, forcing Braeburn's mouth down to the base of his cock. A thick stream of creamy jizz shot out of his dick and straight down Braeburn's eager maw, bypassing his taste buds and going directly to his stomach. Braeburn pulled back for the next few squirts, however, in order to taste his prize.

"Yeah, suck up that cum," said Brett, rubbing Braeburn's head. "Eat it up like a good little slut." And Braeburn obeyed. He sucked up the thick, virile seed like his life depended on it, then slowed down and rolled it around in his mouth, savoring the taste like a wine connoisseur. A bit bitter, but with a pleasant creamy aftertaste. The thickness indicated that he had been eating plenty of veggies, and the taste suggested a diet high in protein.

Once Braeburn had swallowed the remaining drops of Brett's semen, he lifted his head, fully ready to leave and forget the whole thing. However, not one to be outdone, Brett reached down and lifted him up, surprising the colt. He set Braeburn down gently on the bed. Laying on his back, Braeburn's hard cock was plainly visible to Brett, standing at attention. The pony looked at him, surprised, and he grinned.

"You didn't think I'd hit and run, did you?" he said. He knelt down at the edge of the bed, greedily eyeing Braeburn's needy cock. He then lowered his head down, wrapping his lips around the tip. It tasted pretty much like a human's member, but not quite as musky.

His right hand came up and grabbed the shaft, holding it steady as he started bobbing his head up and down, sucking on it. Though he was not nearly the expert on deepthroating that Braeburn obviously was, he tried his best, taking almost half the length before having to pull back up for air.

As his right hand stroked the shaft, Brett's left came up to fondle Braeburn's heavy balls, massaging them for their seed. He looked up and saw Braeburn's face contorted in pleasure, writhing as he neared his orgasm.

Braeburn could feel the pressure building, and he knew that he was about to blow. Despite his inability to deepthroat Braeburn's entire length, the human was remarkable with his tongue, wrapping the appendage around the shaft and flicking it over the urethra. Soon, the pleasure grew to be too much for Braeburn.

The head of Braeburn's dick flared, plugging Brett's throat. As he jerked the shaft more quickly, he could feel the balls and member twitch. Brett looked up at Braeburn, eagerly awaiting the coming flood.

With a grunt of ecstasy, a thick stream of jizz shot out of the earth pony's cock. Brett moaned in pleasure and swallowed, sucking down the creamy equine cum. It tasted oddly sweet, with only the slightest hint of bitterness. Several more shots followed the first somewhat less forcefully, splashing against the inside of Brett's mouth and throat and coating it in translucent white seed.

Finally, after about ten seconds of riding out his orgasm, Braeburn collapsed backward, laying out fully on the bed. He sighed in satisfaction, a dazed expression gracing his face. Brett pulled his mouth off the stallion's softening cock with a pop, then laid his chin on his partner's lap, looking up at him.

"Well, it was good for me," he said with a grin. "How about you?"

"Yeah," sighed Braeburn dreamily.

"Has it been a while since you've gotten a blowjob?"

"Long time," replied the cowpony. He finally sat up and looked down at Brett, who simply remained with his chin on Braeburn's lap, the side of his head slightly smeared with the stallion's drying cum.

"Well, if you're ever in town again, maybe you could come over to my place and we can do this properly." Brett got up and sat on the bed next to him.

"I think I can spare some time at the next reunion," said Braeburn with a grin.

Suddenly, they heard hoofsteps from downstairs. Then a voice floated up to the room that could only be that of the one producing the hoofsteps.

"Braeburn! Brett!" shouted Applejack. "Soup's on! Where are those two...?"

"Oh, shit!" hissed Brett, running for his jeans and racing to put them back on. Braeburn jumped to the floor and sat down, wiping away the cum on his lips and trying to hide his softening but still visible boner.

Brett finally got his jeans buckled as the hoofsteps were heard ascending the stairs. He sat on the bed as if he had been talking with Braeburn, when the stallion's eyes widened.

"Cum in your mane! Ya got cum in your mane!" he hissed, gesturing to the right side of Brett's head. The human quickly wiped it away, and not a moment too soon. Several milliseconds after the seed had been wiped away, the door opened to admit Applejack, minus her trademark hat. Most likely it had been hung up on a hat rack somewhere downstairs.

"There ya two are!" she said. "Ah've been lookin' all over the house for ya'll."

"Braeburn here was just telling me about Appleloosa," said Brett, taking the initiative. Also to save poor Braeburn the stress.

"Y-Yeah," confirmed Braeburn. "I, uh, just finished the story about the trifle with the native buffalo!" He forced a smile, and Applejack seemed to eye him with suspicion.

"It was a pretty exciting story," said Brett.

"Well then," said Applejack, turning to him, "what was yer favorite part?" Before the human could start floundering for an answer, Braeburn cut in.

"He seemed to like the part about them stealin' Bloomberg from the train," he said, still maintaining his forced smile. Applejack's expression immediately softened.

"Poor Bloomberg," she said. "How's he doin'?" Braeburn let out a breath he had not realized he had been holding.

"He's doin' great! I just recently cleared him up of an apple aphid infestation and he seems to be bouncin' back fine!"

So Bloomberg must be an apple tree, thought Brett. They can't talk too, can they? Everything else seems to. Seemingly satisfied, Applejack looked back to Brett, and her face contorted in confusion.

"Brett? Where's yer shirt?"

Oh, shit!

"Uh... Well, it was getting kind of hot. Humans take off their shirts when they're hot."

"Why don't they just sweat?"

"Uh, w-w-well, they do, it's just that, uh... it's easier?" Applejack gave him the stink eye for a moment, then looked away and instantly brightened.

"Well, what are we waitin' for, then? Let's go eat!" She turned and trotted back downstairs, and Brett and Braeburn both sighed in relief.

"Phew!" said Braeburn. "For a minute there, I was afraid for my life!"

"No kidding," replied Brett, finding his shirt and slipped it back over his form. "Thank God she bought it." Braeburn gave him a weird look.

"'God?' Who's that?" Brett facepalmed.

Author's Note

Finally, it's done! And finally, a gay chapter! Don't worry, more gay to come. But next chapter is going to be straight. I left a hint in another chapter; you probably know who's next.