Big Macintosh let a sigh escape from his throat when he pressed his hoof up against the door to the barn. On his back he pulled a large cart stocked with four barrels full of apples, his hooves as well as the wagon making the transition from grass to hay quite easily. The air around him felt empty, missing the hum of his sister Applejack as he did her daily routine and his sister Applebloom running in and out with her friends when her chores were done. Normally it would be a nice kind of quiet, something to let his mind blank when he got a day’s work done, yet today his stomach only twisted when he looked up to the sky and saw the sun indicating it was almost noon. It was amazing how fast time was managing to fly.

Big Macintosh bit into his cheek when he thought about what time it must have been and how he should have gone in much earlier to clean up a little. He tried briefly to budget time in his head over exactly how much time he had. The workhorse wondered if he could get the apples unloaded and make it inside quick enough to wash off before company arrived. He shook his head in frustration after no more than five seconds, realizing if he tried to rush and misjudged the time at all, he would only be covered in sweat and dirt when Caramel eventually did show up. The last thing he wanted was to make Caramel wait for him to wash off.

When the workhorse was releasing the cart ropes from his yoke, something in the pit of his belly began to feel tingly at the thought of his boyfriend. They had been planning to meet up for this weekend for nearly two weeks, the mares of the household out until tuesday to help out with the farm at Trottington while he looked over their own farm. The last time he saw his boyfriend was earlier that week, and even then…

Big Macintosh slapped his two front hooves on either side of his face, smacking up against his cheeks in an attempt to clear whatever thoughts were worming their way into his mind. His cheeks were warm. He kept his eyes shut like that for just a few moments until he felt the pounding of his heart begin to die down.

It was easier to focus his attention on the work at hoof than sit there in silence, so he quickly took off his yoke and moved to the back of the cart. He began to untie the ropes binding the barrels together so he could freely pick up the closest barrel. He placed it onto his back and began to trot to the corner of the barn, stopping briefly when he began to trot up and past one of the small swinging doors. On top of it was a worn-looking brown dog collar.

Big Macintosh snatched it up with his hoof, deciding it must be one of Winona's. One of his sisters must have just tossed it aside without thinking. The leash was attached as well, running down with a good foot left on the floor when he held it up to his eyes. He could vaguely remember Applebloom excited about the shiny new red collar that they bought for their pet.

“Gah.” Mac shook his head as he tossed the collar back, more of the thoughts from before putting themselves into his head. He straightened out his back and moved quickly to the edge of the barn, setting down the barrel next to the dozen others he collected that morning.

“Big Mac?”

Big Macintosh groaned in response, closing his eyes as the voice began to speak. He wished his stomach would stop tingling so much.

“Mac?”

The workhorse snapped his eyes open. He turned around quickly to spot the rays of sunshine falling into the barn and onto a small tan stallion looking around. He had taken a hesitant step into the barn when his eyes finally fell upon Big Macintosh, a smile hitting his face.

“Sugarcube?” Big Macintosh asked aloud.

“Oh, there you are!” Caramel’s eyes brightened up as he bounced into the room. He dropped his two stuffed saddlebags near the door of the barn. Perhaps they were filled with things he needed for the weekend. When he got himself in front of Big Macintosh, he stretched out his neck and pressed his lips up against Big Mac’s own, letting Mac lean his head down several inches so he needn't stand on his hind legs.

“I’m really glad you’re in here,” Caramel laughed when he pulled away, his own hooves falling on top of Mac’s in a hug. “You weren’t in the house, and I didn’t want to look all around the field wondering where you were… S-Sorry, I got really excited to see you… Are you still working?”

“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh replied. He still reached down his neck to kiss Caramel once more. The smaller stallion giggled through the kiss, which brought a smile to the red workhorse’s lips. “Ah got a few more barrels left.” Big Macintosh set Caramel’s forelegs down gently before putting his hoof on top of Caramel’s mane. He ruffled his brown hair until it looked messy. “Did ya comb?”

“I uh… yeah…” Caramel chuckled. His cheeks were already pink.

Big Macintosh did little more than give a faint smile before he trotted slowly towards the cart. Caramel was close by his side, happy to bump up against him and giggle some more.

“Let me help!” The smaller stallion spoke with a skip in his step. "The sooner we get done the sooner we can... uh... y-y'know."

“It’s heavy,” Big Macintosh stated. He did however let a smile come to his face at Caramel's words. He watched Caramel roll his eyes, reach forward, and do nothing more than struggle to get the barrel more than four inches off the cart before he set it back down.

“It’s heavy,” Caramel agreed. “I always forget you can fill them up more than I can and still lift them.”

“Here, Sugarcube.” Big Macintosh tipped the barrel, pouring some of the apples into the one behind it. He lifted the barrel and set it on Caramel’s back before he grabbed the last two barrels. They carried them over to the corner and set them down gently, Mac doing no more than taking in a deep breath when he let the two off his back.

“I get that you're strong, stop showing off so much,” Caramel smiled up at the other. “You usually shower when I come over. Did you get lost working so much again?”

“Eeyup.” Big Macintosh replied with a hoof scratching behind his ear. He couldn’t help but smile when Caramel wrapped his forelegs around his neck, dragging him back until he was pulled onto a pile of hay.

Caramel’s hooves moved up Big Macintosh’s body when they crashed onto the pile. Big Mac was careful not to crush Caramel under his own weight, making sure to press their chests and bellies together without too much opposition when Caramel kissed him. He let his hooves fall over Caramel’s round belly, grabbing the sides of his boyfriend and pulling him close.

Caramel’s cock was already pressing up against him, the smaller’s hooves grabbing at Mac’s sides to pull him closer, rolling over until Caramel was on top of him. He shoved Mac under him, running his hooves through Mac’s furry chest and pulled on his fur. His hooves quickly moved to the workhorse’s backside and grabbed at the cheeks.

When Caramel pushed him like that, Big Macintosh felt the tingling return to his belly. He pulled his head away from Caramel’s lips, the big blue eyes of the other staring back at him. His mouth opened, and it took a while for words to come out. His face felt warm when he looked away from his boyfriend.

“Mac?”

“Ah… Ah uh…” Big Macintosh tried to speak despite the fact that his mouth felt dry. Caramel sat up, sitting in Mac’s lap. His brows raised and his eyes darted away before they looked down at Mac’s chest. “I don’t think Ah can…”

“Did I do something wrong?” Caramel’s voice held panic that made Mac’s heart sink. “I-I didn’t… Did I come on too strong? Are you too tired? I… I gained a few pounds, but I didn’t think you would mind…”

“Wha… no.” Big Macintosh shook his head, quickly pulling Caramel against him. “Ah like ya makin’ moves like that, and Ah like ya bein’ big. Ya know that." He tried putting his hooves on Caramel's belly when he smiled to cheer him up. Caramel's eyes looked as though they were struggling not to dampen.

“Okay,” Caramel took in a deep breath. He pressed the palm of his hoof down to Mac’s chest. Mac gave him a kiss, and that seemed to help just a bit. “What is it, then?”

“Ah…” Big Macintosh bit into his cheek when he ran his hoof through his mane. “Last time Ah saw ya we went on a date. We went back ta yer place ya… ya were the one on top.”

“Do you want to be on bottom again?” Caramel questioned.

“No… Ah mean yes… Wait, Ah mean,” Big Macintosh groaned, knowing full well his white freckles were blending into his red fur. “Ya ordered me ‘round. Ah… Ah liked it. Ah keep thinkin’ bout it, and my chest feels all funny.”

“How do you think about it?” Caramel asked, the muscles in his forelegs tightening.

“Ya order me ‘round a bit… Ah don’t have much control.” Mac tried to chuckle, but it came out forced. “There’s a… well…”

Big Macintosh pointed his hoof to the collar he had picked up earlier. Caramel glanced to it, his cheeks filling with color.

“Mac,” Caramel frowned, a hint of nerves seeping into his boyfriend’s gaze. “I don’t know if I can, well… I want to make you happy, but I don’t think that I’d be good for that stuff.”

“Ya don’t gotta,” Mac insisted. The workhorse pressed his hooves to either of Caramel’s sides and shook his head. “It was just a thought.”

“No, no… we can try. Hang on.” Caramel shut his eyes, absorbed in his thoughts for the time being. When he opened them up again he pushed himself off of Mac and got to his legs. Mac sat there briefly, watching Caramel turn and wander around the barn. The tan stallion wandered around and snatched up three items. When he returned, Mac could feel something between his legs stirr.

Mac quickly covered what was between his legs with his hoof, glad Caramel’s eyes were focused on the objects he carried. One was the leash that Mac had found earlier, another a small scarf that he snatched up, and lastly a bit of rope that Mac had used to tie the barrels together.

“C-Can we have a safe word?” Caramel stuttered, sitting down in front of Big Macintosh with shaking hooves. “I’ve never done something like this before."

“Sure, Sugarcube.” Mac tried to keep his voice even. He failed. “What ‘bout stop?”

“What if you say ‘Don’t stop’?” Caramel’s cheeks were red. The tan stallion moved forward and lifted the red scarf to tie around Big Macintosh’s eyes and behind his head. Mac didn’t fight it. He felt his body tense when Caramel’s breath hit him. “How about purple? I don't think you're likely to shout that when I..."

“Eeyup.” Mac respond, his mind swimming. He could feel something small and rubber begin to wrap around his neck and latch shut. He felt a tug that made it difficult for the cock he was still hiding under his hooves to stay hidden.

“What’s the safe word again?” Caramel asked, grabbing Mac’s forelegs and forcing his large, grey cock to expose itself half-hard. Caramel chuckled with a sense of nerves behind it, Mac unable to do much but blush. The rope began to tie itself around Mac’s front forelegs at Caramel’s will, his lower body free to be exposed and touched. "C-C'mon, I won't know if you want me to stop unless you remember it."

“Purple.” Big Mac nodded his head. The collar around his neck was already driving him mad, and the only sense of direction he felt was the sound of Caramel’s voice. “Are ya okay with this, Sugar?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I can do this.” Caramel gave himself a minor pep talk, taking in a few deep breaths. Every tiny tug on the leash made Big Macintosh’s heart jump with excitement that he hadn’t felt before. He began to squirm, feeling a bead of sweat dribble down his spine as he wondered if Caramel was staring at him or looking away, the silence lasting an awfully long time.

“G-Get on the ground.” Caramel stated, his words quick but commanding. Big Mac’s cock stiffened as he nodded his head. Big Macintosh writhed the best he could with only two hind legs usable. He thought he must have looked silly as he writhed, falling to his side on the hay-covered floor.

Caramel moved around some, the leash tugging just a big as Caramel lay behind him. The smaller stallion pressed his belly up against Big Macintosh’s back, his hind legs sliding themselves between Mac’s own. A hind leg brushed up against his balls, a brief gasp of surprise escaping Mac’s mouth.

“Y-You okay?” Caramel asked, pressing a hoof on Mac’s side. His touch was so tender, yet being unable to see any of it made Big Macintosh's heart pound like a drum.

“Eeyup!” Mac said loudly, not meaning for it to come out so forcefully. Only now it occurred to him that this was perhaps the first time in the relationship that he had been the little spoon. He felt like he was much smaller than he physically was all of a sudden.

It wasn’t long before a pair of soft lips pressed themselves up against his neck, a shiver sending itself down his spine as he clamped down on his tongue. Caramel’s teeth has sunken gently into his neck, a hoof wrapped around him and running down his chest. He felt his lips tighten, teasing him. A tongue freed itself from Caramel’s lips when the tan stallion sat up, leaning over to get a better angle on Mac. Caramel ran his tongue just above the collar and right below his chin. The workhorse giggled at the sensation, but Caramel grasped a hoof over his chin to hold it in place.

Big Macintosh’s heart was pounding, his forelegs twitched The more Caramel moved and licked at his neck, the more he squirmed. He began to whine when lips pressed down against his freckles. He could tell Caramel’s hoof was shaking as it traveled along his body. Every touch only made his cock grow harder. He could never tell where he was about to be touched or licked or even kissed.

Caramel ran a tongue along the base of Mac’s neck and a hoof up and down his chest. He was fine staying calm until the hoof lifted, falling down much lower as it touched the base of his cock. Mac wanted to cover his mouth with his hooves and cover up the noise that came out of his mouth when Caramel squeezed, but he couldn’t. Caramel’s hooves gave little warning if they would stroke or squeeze, a tickle or a tap was all the difference between Mac biting his lip and pulling on his restraints.

“Can you stand up?” Caramel’s voice sounded a touch more forceful than before. He pulled at the leash, ordering Mac to get to his hooves. The steed couldn’t exactly comply, his legs bound together.

“Ah… Ah can’t get up.” Big Macintosh didn’t mean for his voice to sound so pitiful. Caramel didn’t give a response and simply pulled at the leash again. Mac wondered if Caramel was getting in character or simply was too embarrassed to say anything. He wanted to assume the former even though it was more than likely the latter.

Somehow Mac had managed to balance the front half of his body just enough to lift it a few inches. Big Macintosh lifted his back side, his cock exposed when Caramel moved to the opposite of the steed. Caramel touched his lover’s ass. It was only a brief stroke with the tip of his hoof. He tried not to whine, for his boyfriend was soon pushing his small orange tail aside to get a better look at his butt.

Mac felt a pinch on the right side of his ass, one that managed to get an audible reaction from him. His heart was pounding so hard he was convinced Caramel would hear it. He could feel the leash tug just a bit. It was only because Caramel was circling a hoof around in over his big red butt, squeezing at random.

“You have a nice big freckle butt back here, Freckle-Butt.” Caramel teased, pressing his lips down against the edge of Big Macintosh’s cutie mark. Once more he bit down on his cheek, that tongue sliding over until it ran to the center of his ass.

“Mmmph...” Mac bit down hard on his lower lip. His hind legs trembled, and he suddenly felt like all that was keeping him from falling was Caramel’s hooves grabbing and groping his butt. When he realized he wasn’t breathing and tried to take in a breath, all that came out was ragged panting. His cock was burning, his forelegs struggling in their restraints. Caramel’s hooves pulled back on either cheek, a tongue beginning to run itself in Mac hole, circling around slowly to wetten the area. He pulled at the ropes, wanting to grab at the floor for something to hold onto. Teeth grazed his hole, and Mac moaned.

Caramel was slow, almost painfully so. Mac’s forelegs moved in the bindings, unable to fight against any of the sensations Caramel was giving him. Lightening and fire were running over every inch of his body, his legs shifting every few seconds.

“Quit squirming,” Caramel said, his voice demanding and stiff.

“O-Okay,” Mac responded, never in his life hearing his voice sound so soft.

“Uh… sorry, was that too rough?” Caramel’s voice softened near instantly. “Y-You didn’t say purple did you? I got… distracted.”

“No, Ah… Can ya order me ‘round some more?” Big Macintosh shut his eyes despite being in pitch black. “Ah like it.”

“Good, A-Alright,” Caramel didn’t do much for a few moments. When he eventually did it was nothing more than a gentle kiss up against Mac’s side. “Roll over.”

“What?” Big Macintosh could feel his cock stiffen at that tone.

“Get on your back, I mean.” Caramel tugged at the leash until Mac complied. Mac rolled onto his back, all four hooves in the air. Caramel’s hooves pressed down to the soles of his hind legs. Mac could feel his lips begin to wiggle. His body writhed at Caramel’s touch.

“You’re ticklish. I didn’t know that,” Caramel chuckled. Mac opened his mouth to argue, though Caramel’s hooves stroking in circles up and down made giggles pour out of his mouth like honey. It was hard, but he somehow resisted the urge to kick his boyfriend square in the jaw. “You’re cute when you try not to laugh, hehe. I know how to make you listen to me at least. It’s better than spanking, I guess.”

“C-Caramel… hehehe…”

There was a pause, and even the tickling of his hooves stopped. He could feel Caramel's forelegs wrap around his hind legs, a warm cheek pressing up to the underside of his hoof.

“You… you don’t like spanking, do you?” Caramel was nearly mumbling when he asked that. "I don't know if I can hit you..."

“Ah… Ah don’t know…” Mac’s mind went blank, his mind still filthy with thoughts of Caramel having plans if he didn’t listen. “Maybe…”

“We’ll try that another day… I think I might panic if we do too much,” Caramel hugged Mac’s hind legs briefly, a fiercely beating heart pressing up to Mac. “Now, I want you to spread your legs for me.”

Mac complied when Caramel released him, his own heart beating rapidly when he exposed his hardened cock. Caramel grabbed his balls in one hoof and began to put his other hoof under that. He was still playing with Mac’s butt, one hoof massaging his balls while the other squirmed its way down and up against his hole.

“Squirm for me.” Caramel demanded. Mac could feel his face light up, and his head began to swim.

“Ya… ya said ta not…” Mac’s voice was quiet once more.

“And now I’m telling you to do it.” Caramel sounded nearly nothing like before. His voice was calm and collected, his orders clear. In that moment, Mac wanted nothing more than to listen to what he was told to do.

Big Macintosh squirmed. He could feel his cock sway in the air, occasionally bumping up against Caramel’s face. The hoof playing with his hole seemed to make it even harder than before, leaking pre and dribbling down to his balls which were still being groped. He began to moan, unable to hold it back any longer. Caramel must have enjoyed it, for he stuck out his tongue and licked it every few seconds.

Caramel eventually pulled himself away. Mac felt a tug on his leash that ordered him to sit up. It took him several moments, but he eventually did force himself up until he was seated before Caramel. A hoof was put on the back of his head, and it and the rest of him was pulled down until he landed right between his boyfriend’s legs.

Caramel was hard. Mac’s nose pressed up against the base of his stiffened cock, the scent of sweat in his nose and he felt a tug on the leash. Caramel’s hind legs brought themselves to either side of Mac’s sides. He couldn’t pull away, the leash tugging so hard that he was forced to bury his face in Caramel’s cock and balls.

“Lick.”

“E-Eeyup.” Big Macintosh’s reply was barely above a whisper. He wanted to obey… he needed to obey. He opened his mouth, the leash tugging even harder as his tongue ran itself over Caramel’s cock. He brought it up in one slow stroke until a hoof was pressed down on his head, forcing him to take Caramel’s cock in his mouth. He could taste pre-cum leaking out of Caramel’s cock, his tongue running over the base when he pulled his head away with the few inches of room he had to work with. The cock pushed against his face once more before he gave it another lick and suckled on the head. The muscles in Caramel’s legs tightened, but he didn’t make noise.

“Y-You’re moaning a lot, Mac.” Caramel seemed to struggle to keep his voice calm. Mac moved his muzzle to under Caramel’s balls, licking around that area until Caramel began to let out the faintest hints of a moan. Mac’s mouth was salivating when he ran his tongue up Caramel’s cock.

“T-That’s enough!” Caramel quickly pulled on the leash until Mac’s face was forced up and buried into his lover’s round belly. Caramel held stiff for a good ten seconds, panting as he struggled not to release.

Mac nuzzled his face into the other’s body, unable to do much but kiss it gently. Caramel let him do that for a bit, giggling when he let his tongue run up against the soft belly.

“Hehe, yer still ticklish.” Mac spoke. He gave Caramel’s body a kiss once more, feeling him breathe in and out heavily. He couldn’t see anything, but the feeling of Caramel’s hooves rubbing his ears was still there. “Ya tease me, but yer ticklish all over.”

“Shut up.” Caramel pulled at Mac from either side of his collar. Mac was forced to lean up against Caramel’s body for support, suddenly finding a pair of lips being pressed up against his own. Caramel opened his mouth, and Mac did the same. They parted only briefly a few times during their kiss, Mac moaning and Caramel gasping for air until he pushed Mac down onto the ground. He was on top of the workhorse now, still locked in the kiss and pulling at the bindings. Caramel began to nibble at Mac’s lower lip, pulling for a few moments before they parted. “You look like you don’t have freckles when you blush, you know. Are you okay? Was I too rough back then? I mean you asked me to order you around more so I di-”

“Eeyup, Ah’m good,” Mac nodded his head, cutting of Caramel. It took Caramel a moment, but he eventually giggled. He held Mac’s upper half against him in a hug for just a moment. “Yer doin’ good, Sugar.”

“Good,” Mac could tell he was smiling by the way his lips felt when they pressed against his neck. “Now, spread your legs again, okay?”

Mac nodded his head too quickly, and Caramel laughed at him. The tan stallion slid off of his body when Mac began to spread his hind legs apart, his cock feeling a light breeze from the barn door. Caramel’s hoof grabbing it caused a tiny moan to come out. Caramel had never been so forceful about touching him there.

“Now,” Caramel said, his voice steady and calm. He grabbed the back of Mac’s cock, using the tip of his free hoof to slide up and down the shaft. Caramel pulled the leash, and Mac was forced to lift his head up. “I’m going to make you turn over. I want to see your butt again.”

Big Macintosh nodded, reluctant to leave the hooves that were touching and teasing his private parts. Mac complied anyway, turning over until his hind was exposed. Caramel grabbed at it, a squeak escaping his throat. Mac wished he could see just where Caramel was going to grab at him, if only to stop making those noises Caramel kept giggling at.

“Now, Stay.” Caramel’s commanding voice was back in full force. He pressed his hoof on Mac’s back to hold him in place before Mac heard him stand up and walk over to the door. There was a rummaging sound of what Mac could only assume was his saddlebags, and he soon came back with a plastic bottle that he tapped to Mac’s face.

“Ya brought lube?” Mac questioned.

“Oddly enough, I thought we’d do more than just cuddle this weekend. Now sit still,” Caramel said when he opened the bottle. Mac made sure to remain still while Caramel’s hooves ran over his butt with the lube and into his hole. He used one hoof to grab his tail and hold it back, the other applying the substance. It took a few minutes, but Caramel eventually got the two of them covered in the stuff.

Caramel didn’t give much warning before he pressed his cock up against Big Macintosh’s backside. He grabbed onto either side of Mac’s hips and squeezed.

“Are you ready, Freckle-Butt?” Caramel seemed to be more in character now than he had ever been, his right hoof grasping at the steed’s cheeks and cutie mark, his left hoof tugging on the leash.

“Eeyup.” Mac answered with a nod.

Caramel pressed the head of his cock up against Mac’s hole. Mac’s mind raced with how to relax himself, but before the thought could even finish, the head popped in. Mac could feel fire mixed with pleasure hit him, his hooves burning as they rubbed against the ropes. Caramel pushed himself in slowly, taking deep breaths as he continued to pull on the leash.

“You okay, Mac?” Caramel asked, his voice less demanding than before.

“Y-Yeah.” Mac tried to nod his head, but the leash made it difficult. “Keep goin’.”

Caramel pushed in again, harder than before. Caramel began to pant as his speed increased, Mac feeling every thrust send electric sensations throughout his entire body. He let out a moan between his heavy breaths. Caramel leaned over, wrapping his forelegs around Mac as he continued to thrust. Mac could feel his lover’s damp forehead press up against his back. He stopped pulling on the leash by now, holding Mac close. He reached down his hoof under Mac’s body and began to stroke up the steed’s cock, each thrush and stroke making Mac moan louder.

“M-Mac…” Caramel’s voice was shaking. His muscles tensed as they grabbed at Mac’s sides. “Buck you’re tight.” He pushed himself in as far as he could go and held it there. Mac whimpered, struggling to grab onto the ground as best he could in his bindings.

Caramel pulled out for just a moment, his hoof tugging at the leash. He could hear Caramel lick his lips. “Turn over.”

Mac did as he was told. He turned over just so Caramel could grind his cock up against the hole once more. He laid on Mac’s chest as he pushed himself back in, pulling on the leash to force Mac to arch his back forward. Their lips met when he thrusted again, Mac pulling back for half a second to moan only to be pulled back into the kiss. Mac opened his mouth and let Caramel’s tongue do the work, the cock in him making his hind legs tremble. Mac felt every thrust hit him like a truck.

“Caramel… Ah’m close.” Mac tried his best not to sound desperate, but it still came out as such. His cock was leaking pre all over himself, leaving him dirty. .

“Hehe, we’re not done yet, big boy.” Caramel’s words made it sound like he was grinning. That made Mac whimper, the cock leaving him desperate and squirming when Caramel pulled out.

“P-Please, Sugarcube…” Mac closed his eyes, knowing just how red his face must look. “F-Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“Shh…” Caramel giggled, almost as if he were teasing Mac. He pulled on the leash until Mac sat up, forcing the workhorse up into a sitting position. He was pulled yet again, struggling to move forward until his body ran up against Caramel’s. Caramel was on his back, and his belly ran up against Mac’s dribbling cock. Caramel pushed him up a few inches until he managed to put his own cock against Mac’s hole once more. The head popped in, and Mac realized what Caramel wanted.

“Show me what you got, cowboy.” Caramel grinned and kissed Mac’s chest. Mac swallowed hard, sitting down as he felt Caramel’s cock run into him. He opened his mouth, a moan escaping. He put his tied up forelegs around Caramel’s neck, holding his lover close. He rose again, the cock sliding up against his insides. Caramel simply grabbed him by either side and held him close, his cock still sliding against Caramel’s soft belly.

Mac rode Caramel voraciously. He moved his body up and down, Caramel beginning to kiss and lick his neck and chest. A few times he slipped out, Caramel having to put his cock back in. He would whisper how eager he must have been to let it happen, but each time it only made his cock burn and beg for relief. Caramel’s belly didn’t make it any easier, the fur stroking his cock with each pound. A gasp of pleasure and a moan of desire was forced from him at every bounce. Caramel began to move his hips along with Mac, his own breath a pant. He was relieved Caramel didn’t seem so intent to tease him any longer. A hoof wrapped firmly around the cock and he bit down hard onto his lip as his balls began to tighten.

“Cum for me.” Caramel ordered.

A thick stream shot out of Big Macintosh’s cock, dirtying himself and Caramel in the process. His body was covered in sweat and seed, Caramel pulling out of him to let what little was left of his lover’s cum dribble out. Mac’s hind legs were trembling, his eyes watering as he gasped for air. He felt exhausted.

Caramel only seemed hungrier than before, his demanding demeanor faltering for just a second.

“Mac… C-Can I keep going?”

“Eeyup.”

Caramel moved his hips against Mac, it was in a different way from before. Mac hadn’t noticed it before, being so caught up, but Caramel was grabbing at him when he thrusted. There was nothing short of animalistic desire in Caramel’s actions, still kissing Mac’s chest as he went. Mac began to move his body as well, Caramel biting down gently on Mac’s chest.

The smaller seed filled Mac, dribbling out of him in no time before it gave three more blows. Caramel’s cock twitched inside of him, his forelegs quickly wrapping themselves around Mac’s body until his body began to shiver. Caramel let out what sounded like a whimper, but Mac realized it was a moan. His lips pressed softly to Mac’s chest. It must have been intense, for the second Caramel pulled out he drug Mac down to the side with him and held him close. Their cocks pressed up together, both sticky along with their bodies.

Caramel used his hooves to remove Mac’s blindfold and stare into his eyes, a tired smile on his face. He began to untie the rope from his lover’s forelegs when Mac kissed his forehead.

“Did you like that, Mac?” Caramel asked, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

“Eeyup,” Mac nodded his head, wrapping his newly freed forelegs around Caramel as they lay on the floor. “Ah think we both need a shower.”

Caramel laughed, nuzzling his muzzle into Mac’s chest. He nodded his head and kissed the area, forcing himself to sit up and stretch out his spine.

“Ah promise we can do what ya want fer the rest of the weekend.” Mac assured, hooves still on Caramel’s sides. "Ah know this wore ya out a mighty bit. Ah can be yer big strong steed 'gain if ya want."

“Oh, I don’t know,” Caramel said, his voice sounding like it had before. He lifted the leash with his hoof, giving it a minor tug to get Mac to sit up as well. His smile was absolutely devious when he used his hoof to hold Mac’s chin in place. He grabbed at the collar with his other hoof, making sure to look Mac in the eye. “It is a long weekend… I think we can have a bit of fun, can’t we, Freckle Butt?”

Mac’s eyes widened, his exhaustion leaving him as that tingling entered his body, that knotting feeling he’d felt before Caramel had arrived. It wasn’t the same. This time, it brought a smile to his face.

“Sounds good, Sugarcube. Ah’m sure ready for another ride.”

Author's Note

Art by HooDoonsfw