From Top to Bottom: A Novelization
Based on the comic by Braeburned
Warning: The following fic contains explicit sexual content between two male ponies. Also keep in mind that I am inexperienced in writing said sexual scenes between two males.
Big Macintosh was in awe as he stood before the Royal Palace. Spending most of his time working in his family’s apple orchard, he had only seen Canterlot from a distance, the palace looming over the small town of Ponyville. Indeed, he made no reservations of being able to go to the seat of power for the Kingdom, and he was content with that fact.
However, that changed when he received a peculiar letter in the mail the day before.
Unbeknownst to his sisters and grandmother, Big Mac had another form of income, one of a purely secretive sort. Since he was a colt, he had always been fond of making other ponies happy, whether through manual labor, or by giving them pleasure; he was especially fond the second option. For him, making other ponies (stallions being his major preference) feel good always made him smile.
Over the years, he had made quite the name of himself, attending stallion clientele as far as Appleloosa. They would greet him with drinks, food, embraces, and kisses, lots and lots of kisses. Some wanted to get to know him better, others wanted him to take him right then in there. Some wanted it in their bedrooms, some on the floor, some in their offices, others in some inconspicuous motel. Some wanted him to be gentle with them, holding them, kissing them. Others wanted him to be rough, rutting them against the wall until they screamed in pure ecstasy as they climaxed. Big Macintosh was more than happy to fulfill all of their wants and needs. As long as he left them satisfied and happy, it was well worth the effort.
The extra bits certainly didn’t hurt either.
Even so, his clients were almost always ponies such as himself. There were, occasionally, one or two higher class ponies that sought his services, usually business ponies dissatisfied with their sex lives. However, he never believed for once that his “services” would be sought after by any pony in the Palace.
That letter proved him wrong.
As he stood before the gates of the Palace, he looked at the piece of parchment again, trying to determine whether this was some sort of prank. The contents had a fine look to it, most likely written by magic. The paper itself also seemed to be of high quality stuff. Silently, he began to read what was written on the letter.
Dear Big Macintosh,
I formally request your presence at the Royal Palace. As a great admirer of your work, I would like to personally experience your services. I have a private bedroom set up just for the two of us. I have already made the guards aware of our little “meeting;” just tell them I sent for you.
I cannot wait to finally meet you face to face. I have been dreaming of this for some time now.
Regards,
Shining Armor, Captain of the Royal Guard
Big Macintosh was honored, to say the least. The thought of being able to please the Captain of the Guard was quite a prospect. Stashing the note away, he approached the large ornate gates. Standing vigilantly in front of the entrance were two guards. As he neared the the doorway, Big Mac managed to get a good look at the two. One was an older brown pegasus, a veteran judging by his looks. The other was a younger unicorn stallion, most likely fresh out of training.
They eyed him with an intense glare, which somewhat unnerved him. Clearing his throat, he began to speak.
“Ah’m...Shining Armor sent fer me,” he said in a cautious voice. They continued glaring silently at him, and Big Mac was starting to think that this was some sort of elaborate prank.
Eventually, however, the older guard signalled the younger one with his head. “Follow me, please,” said the recruit, turning towards the gates. Big Mac obliged, following the admittedly cute stallion.
As he stepped into the entrance yard, he stood in awe. Outside the gates, the Palace already looked amazing, but now it looked even more majestic. However, he did not have time to admire the sheer beauty as the guard ushered him into a doorway on his right. The entrance led to a long hallway, decorated with statues of mares and stallions in armor. Big Mac assumed they were previous Captains, given that somepony went to the effort to construct each figure.
As they walked, Big Mac noticed that the young unicorn was occasionally glancing back at the farmer, looking away when they made contact. Sometimes, when their eyes met, Big Mac smiled and winked at him, causing the recruit to blush heavily.
Eventually, they reached a plain, brown door near the end of the hall. “Here we are, citizen,” the guard said, “don’t cause trouble.” As he passed by Big Mac, the farmer flicked his tail against the unicorn’s flank, causing him to let out a cute eep. The recruit would most certainly have some very nice dreams tonight.
Not wanting to waste time, Big Mac knocked on the door. Almost immediately, it flew open, revealing a rather excited white unicorn stallion. His mane was composed of both a light and dark shade of blue and emblazoned on his flank was a cutie mark in the shape of a shield. Inside the shield was a purple starburst that looked eerily similar to her sister’s librarian friend’s cutie mark.
“Y-you came! Awesome!” the stallion exclaimed, literally shaking with glee. “I, uh… I love your stuff! Not that anypony knows.”
Big Mac had to admit that he’d never seen anypony get this excited to seeing him. It was as if he had been visited by one of the princesses.
“I’m so glad you got my letter! I’m Shining Armor, though you probably already figured that out. You should probably stepped in, before anypony sees us.”
Big Macintosh did so, passing close enough to Shining Armor that their coats rubbed together. As soon as he was in the room, the unicorn shut the door behind them. He turned towards the large earth pony and studied him intently.
“Wow, you’re bigger than I expected. That’s far from a bad, obviously.”
Big Mac chuckled. “Ah take it ya like what ya see?” he asked.
Shining Armor nodded hard. “O-of course I like. I like you very much.”
“Glad that Ah’m to yer likin’.” Big Mac began to close the gap between the two.
“Uh, thanks for coming. It’s not often that I invite strangers over, but I am glad to make exceptions for an idol, which you are for me.”
Big Mac felt absolutely flattered. No pony had ever really seen him as something other than a companion, much less an idol. Now, he was extra determined to make his visit memorable for the fan.
“I just wanted to meet so bad and chat and-” Shining Armor was cut off as Big Mac stopped inches from his face, a seductive smile upon his muzzle.
The unicorn twitched nervously, which made Big Mac smile even more. He noticed that Armor’s stallionhood had grown hard as they conversed. The stiffening between his own hind legs showed that he too was getting aroused.
“Uh...the bed’s over there,” said Shining Armor, signaling his hoof towards a simple brown bed at the end of the room. “We don’t really need it though.” He rubbed his leg nervously, biting his lip in anticipation. “I, uh, haven’t exactly done this before so, uh, please be gentle?”
Big Mac took that as his cue to make his move. With a small step, he finally closed the gap between him and the cute stallion, planting his lips upon the Captain’s own. Shining Armor almost kissed back with such a fervor that surprised even Big Macintosh. It was rather sloppy by his standards, but Big Mac didn’t mind. He enjoyed this kiss, more so than the other times he and his clients kissed.
Eventually, they split up, much to their mutual disappointment. “W-wow,” said Shining Armor, “that...that was awesome!”
“Glad ya liked it. But, Ah think we shouldn’t burn anymore daylight.” Big Mac made his way to the bed and sat on the end, exposing himself to his fan. “Now, mind if ya do some ‘preparation?’”
Shining Armor nodded quickly and stood before Big Macintosh’s pride. He looked somewhat apprehensive being faced with the earth pony’s massive stallionhood, but a simple caress by Big Mac’s hoof against the side of his face allayed his fears.
Without hesitation, Shining ran his tongue up the large stallion’s length up to the very tip. The unicorn planted a few kisses on the head, causing the earth pony to gasp in pleasure. Eventually, the Captain decided to go further, taking the entire head his mouth.
“Mmmm, good boy.” Big Mac moaned. Shining took that as his cue to begin bobbing his head up and down Mac’s member. It was sloppy, yes, given his inexperience. Even so, Shining made up for this with his eagerness. Try as he might though, he could not fit the entire thing in his mouth, so he decided to his hoof to stimulate the rest. He was rewarded with globs of pre-cum, that he happily drank as he sucked on the massive piece of meat. Saliva began to coat Mac’s stallionhood, surely providing some needed lubrication for the main event. The unicorn certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, as was Mac.
Not bad, Big Mac thought, running his hoof through Shining’s mane, occasionally pushing his head down as far as he would go. He had been sucked off countless times, but this one felt different somehow. Maybe it had to do with the unicorn’s idolization of him and his eagerness to please him that made it feel, well, better. If he could, he’d have the Captain suck him off all day. Indeed, it was so good, that Big Mac begin to feel the slow buildup that was the prelude to his ultimate climax.
Dang, he mused, the pressure building up slowly, about to blow.
As much as he didn’t want to stop Shining, Big Mac knew of a better way to benefit the both of them. With his front hooves, he stopped the stallion’s bobbing head. From the look on his face, Shining understood what was coming next.
“There’s some lube in the counter right there, if you want to use it.” Quickly, the unicorn positioned himself upon the button, presenting his well toned plot.
“Ah think ya lubed me up enough.” Big Mac climbed up behind Shining Armor, pressing the head of his dick against Shining’s plot hole. “Ya ready?”
The pony below him opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he merely nodded, ready for what was to come.
“Ah promise ya, Ah’ll make sure tonight will be a night ya’ll never forget.”
Slowly, he pushed his stallionhood firmly against the puckered hole until the head popped in. So far, so good, he thought as Shining whimpered softly. “You okay there, Shiny?” he asked. The stallion eeked out a simple “yes,” which only encouraged Mac to keep pushing.
“Damn, so...tight.” Indeed, Shining’s inner walls were clamping down hard on his cock. Inch by inch, he felt his pride stretching out his partner’s hole, allowing him to push even further. Shining continued to groan below him; he certainly seemed to enjoy this. Eventually, he managed to get half is his member into Shining before he began to pull out, leaving only the head inside. Shining craned his head back, most likely to voice some sort of protest. However, whatever he was going to say was cut short when Big Macintosh slammed his dick into him, this time with more force than before. Shining Armor squealed, grabbing the sheets tightly as he began to pant harder.
Big Mac pulled out and slammed into him again, and again, and again, until he found a perfect rhythm. Each time he thrusted, he felt the unicorn’s plothole clench on his member tighter and tighter. Phew, he wasn’t kiddin’, he thought, ass like this, Ah’m surprised nopony’s rutted him before. It had been a while since Big Mac had taken a virgin like Shining Armor. It almost felt like the unicorn had saved himself just for him.
He wasn’t gentle, not in the slightest. If he had been, then perhaps his visit would not be as memorable as Shining intended. He thrusted harder, his heavy testicles slapping against the unicorn with a wet sound. Each thrust was accentuated with a satisfied grunt, along with a series of moans coming from the white stallion.
“Ah, Mac!” he exclaimed, “fuck me!”
Big Mac obliged him, pounding him even harder that before. He noticed Shining’s own erection standing proud and leaking vast amounts of pre-cum. Not wanting to leave him unattended, the farmer reached a hoof down and began stroking Shining’s member, which seemed to greatly please the Captain.
“Don’t you dare stop! De...deeper!” he continued shouting, which caused the large stallion to give it his all. He leaned down and began to nip and lick at Shining’s neck, all the while still furiously jerking him.
“There! Right there!”
As he continued rutting him senseless, the pressure in his loins was starting to reach its bursting point. A part of Big Mac felt somewhat disappointed, he was enjoying pleasing this particular stallion more than any other pony.
“Gettin’ close, Shiny,” he warned, slamming into him in slow, powerful thrusts.
“Fill me, please. Give me all of it,” Shining pleaded. Immediately after saying that, he whinnied as he finally climaxed, the combination of both the hoofjob and Big Mac inside of him too much for him to bear. Rope after rope of his seed shot unto the blankets, some of it hitting his own breast.
This sight proved to be the final straw for Big Mac. “Brace yerself, here it comes.” With a loud grunt, he buried himself completely, his climax coming at full force. He emptied himself completely, filling Shining’s insides to the brim with his own potent seed. He thrusted softly, making sure not a single drop was wasted. Eventually, Mac found himself spent, and he exited Shining with an audible plop.
Immediately after, Big Mac kissed the unicorn once more. “That was fun,” he said after breaking the kiss, “now, Ah reckon Ah better clean the mess.”
He turned Shining until he was on his back, then kneeled at the end of the bed. He stared hungrily at Shining’s plothole, his cum leaking onto the sheets. Without hesitation, he began lapping it up. He had done this so many times, it had become routine. Waste not, want not, as Granny Smith always said.
“Ah take ya enjoyed enjoyed that?” asked Big Macintosh, swallowing the fruits of his labors.
“Mac, that was incredible,” answered Shining Armor, still recovering from his idol’s rutting, “you’re incredible.”
Big Mac chuckled slightly. “Yeah, that’s what folks tell me.” He continued to scoop up his seed with his tongue.
“Hey...uh, Big Mac?” Shining suddenly said.
“Hmm?” Big Mac looked up curiously at the pony above him. The unicorn looked back with that nervous face he had shown before they started.
“I...uh, I was wondering if I could, you know, return the favor?” he explained. “I mean, I don’t you if you’re the type to take it or not but… it’d really mean a lot to me. Plus, I really, really want to…”
That was certainly new to Big Macintosh. Never, not once in his career, have any of his client ask him if they could be the one on top. Every single one of them always wanted to be the submissive pony, taking every inch of him.
“Um...well, that’s new.” The idea made him rather reluctant; he wanted to make his number one fan happy, sure, but he never put much thought into being a bottom. “Ah’ve never done nothin’ like that,” he explained, trying to get around it, “most ponies always seem to like me toppin’ ‘em anyways.”
That only made Shining Armor smile, apparently not bothered by the subtle refusal. “Oh, this isn’t about me! I mean, you saw how much I enjoyed that. I just wanted to show how amazing that felt!” He made a face that looked like a puppy that had been scolded. “Please?”
Mac couldn’t argue with that logic. The poor stallion really wanted him to feel as good as he did, and he felt that if he refused, he’d hurt his feeling. For Big Macintosh, that was unacceptable.
Plus, he couldn’t deny that there was a small part of him that was curious as to why everypony he visited always wanted to be on the receiving side. With sigh, he smiled at the eager pony. “Alright, ya convinced me, Ah’ll give it a shot. Just, go easy on me, hear?”
Shining Armor’s face lit up, like a foal receiving a new toy on Hearth’s Warming. “Great! Just bend over and lift your tail for me while I get set up. This is gonna be great, I promise!”
Big Mac obliged him, taking position and lifting his rump up. To his side, he saw Shining retrieve the bottle of lubricant he had mentioned before. With his magic, he squeezed a good amount of the bottle’s contents onto his stallionhood, spreading the substance all over his length.
Once he was fully prepared, he made his way behind Big Mac. “Ah...Ah'm not gonna regret this, right?” the farm pony asked, still a little apprehensive of the situation.
Shining Armor placed his hoof on his left flank, caressing it in a calming gesture. “Course not, I wouldn’t have you doing this if I didn’t think I could make you like it,” he said.
That seemed to calm Big Macintosh somewhat. “Well, that’s a relief, Ah guess.”
“It’s pretty intense though. You sure you can handle it?”
Big Mac scoffed; if he could handle Harvest Day, he could this. “Oh, Ah’m sure Ah can-AH!” Before he could finish, Shining climbed on top of him, pinning him down for a short duration. The pressure on his back receded as Shining leaned forward to plant kisses on the back of Big Mac’s neck.
“You ready?” asked Shining, his voice gentle and pleasing to Mac’s ears.
“Ah think so. Just go easy on me, hear?”
He felt the unicorn press his lips on the side of his muzzle. “Don’t worry, if you feel uncomfortable, just say the word and we’ll do something else.”
Big Mac nodded. “Alright, Ah...Ah’m ready.”
Shining pulled Mac’s head towards him, kissing him once more on the lips. “Okay, just relax now.”
Big Macintosh winced as he felt the head of the unicorn’s stallionhood pushing against his own plothole. Even with the lube, it took a bit before it slid in with a loud pop, causing Big Macintosh to gasp.
“Alright, just the head,” Shining Armor said, “now, the rest.” The rest of the organ managed to slide in with relative ease compared to the head. The unicorn continued until he was completely buried inside of the farmer.
“O-oh wow, this is amazing!” exclaimed the Captain, “how are you feeling?”
Big Mac was still processing the sensations he was feeling. In the end, he could only come up with a single word. “F-full.”
“Oh, I love that feeling. Do you like it?”
He couldn’t really say for certain whether or he really like this feeling. On one hoof, Shining’s initial entry brought about some pain, pain that he wasn’t used too. On the other hoof, that pain soon subsided, being replaced by a different feeling that was, for lack of a better term, nice.
“Ah...Ah don’t know. Ah think Ah do.”
“Awesome! Trust me, it’s gonna feel a lot better.”
He felt the Captain begin to pull out of him; he knew what was coming next. “Alright, just go slow. Ah don’t know if Ah’m-” Before he could finish his sentence, Shining slammed into him, causing his words to merge into a drawn out moan. This was a new feeling, a very powerful feeling. And it only got stronger as Shining began to work up a rhythm. It was indescribable, it was strange, it was the best feeling he’d ever felt. He did not have time to adjust, sure, but he did not stop him. He didn’t say anything, no words would come out, only a tapestry of pleasured grunts and moans. He was not expecting all these new sensations he was feeling, sensations that he had yet to explain. All he knew was that there were all lot of them.
And he wanted more.
He mumbled something into the sheets, which did not go unnoticed by the stallion that was so wonderfully rutting him at the moment.
“You say something?” he asked, pausing briefly. Mac answered with more mumbling. “Mac?” he questioned again, the thrusting having come to a full halt.
Mac finally found his voice, a voice not even he believed he was capable of making. “AH SAID RUT ME!” he screamed, which signalled the unicorn that he needed to keep going lest he face his wrath. Shining Armor obliged, and Mac felt himself enter that new world of pleasure once more.
***
Big Mac laid on his back, the afterglow finally starting to dissipate. The mind started to clear, processing everything that had happened up to this point: The letter, meeting Shining Armor, rutting Shining Armor, getting rutted by Shining Armor.
He turned to his side and came face to face with the unicorn in question. He was smiling brightly, pleased with how the night progressed. Big Mac smiled back, planting a small peck on Shining’s forehead.
“That, that was amazin’,” said Big Mac.
Shining Armor chuckled. “Told ya you’d like it.”
“You weren’t kiddin’. Now Ah see why stallions love bottomin’ out.”
“It’s quite the experience, I can tell you that.”
“Sure is.” Suddenly, he clambered on top of the unicorn, straddling his still recovering member.
“Now, ya up fer round three?”
