The Long Weekend

“D-Do you have to be so social?” Caramel asked.

It was the third time Caramel had bumped up against him and held himself there. It was also the third pony who passed them and made eye contact with him. The daylight above their heads was growing dimmer, twilight on the horizon. Ponyville was finally becoming quiet, most children already inside and adults either at home or out at the local taverns. When Big Macintosh looked down at the stallion by his side he saw that his face was a light shade of pink.

“Ah ain’t doin’ nothin different, Sugarcube.” Big Macintosh frowned at him. “Are ya feelin’ alright? Ya want me ta carry ya?”

“N-No,” Caramel shook his head. “A-And you are acting different. You don’t smile this much when we’re out. I still think we should have waited longer. You only smile when you're happy."

“The place closes in an hour, Sugar,” Mac said. They walked by a large group of ponies and Caramel tried to bury his face in Mac’s side. “Besides, it’s hard not ta smile after today. Well ‘sides the fact that it hurts ta walk a bit.”

Caramel didn’t answer to that, but he did let out a strange noise that was somewhere between a whimper and a groan. He took a step away from Big Mac and let his eyes stare down at his hooves along the path.

“Ya never been in this place?” Mac questioned his boyfriend. “Ya pass it all the time when ya come ta the farm.”

“Why would I want to go in… in that place.” Caramel nearly hissed the words he was whispering so quietly. Mac chuckled, but that only seemed to make Caramel blush harder.

The two walked down the little plaza full of little shops that Big Macintosh never bothered to visit, strolling all the way down to the end where Mac’s eyes spotted a sign that read “The Black Saddle”.

“Maybe we should just go home,” Caramel kept staring down at his hooves. Big Macintosh glanced at his lover to watch him put a hoof over his chest and pull at his fur. “W-We don’t need… another of those…”

“But yer the one who got upset when ya saw the collar left…” Big Macintosh was just about to point to the bruises at his neck when Caramel lifted his hoof and put it over Mac’s mouth.

“Shhhhh!” His shushing noise might have attracted more attention that Mac’s own voice. “Please shut up! Okay, I know we need a better one but I… I should have brought a hat or something. Everypony knows what you look like.”

“Let’s just go in.” Big Macintosh stepped forward with a roll of his eyes. He could hear Caramel make another half whimper half groan, but still the workhorse trotted through the door into the shop. Caramel accidently hit his face up against Mac’s cutie mark he scurried to get close to Mac again so quickly.

“Store’s pretty empty.” Mac told his boyfriend.

“Oh thank Celestia.”

The shop itself certainly fit up to the name. The walls and the carpet were both black, the only bits of color being the shelves and merchandise which came in nearly every size and color. There was a bright pink sign above the counter with a saddle stamped on top of it.

“They’re big,” Caramel mumbled. His eyes were locked onto a table filled with dildos that even Mac had a hard time believing could fit into ponies. “Do you… think one would really fit in you?”

“Yer the one who usually bottoms.” Mac blinked at Caramel.

“Why hey there, cuties!” A feminine voice called out. Big Macintosh turned and looked at a doorway that led out to the back and watched a pink unicorn mare who looked a bit older than him walk out from the back. She was carrying a box in her magical blue grasp that she soon set on the glass counter, which itself was filled with several dildos of shapes and sizes that Mac couldn’t help but see Caramel stare at. “Sorry, we don’t normally get customers this late to closing. Just restocking what was bought out for today. Anything I can get for you two today? Name’s Dazzle.”

“N-Nothing!” Caramel suddenly snapped, his eyes wide. “W-Wrong shop!”

“Oh?” The mare pushed back her cyan blue mane with her hoof.

“Calm down, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh put his hoof on Caramel’s head. Caramel couldn’t even look at him without his cheeks showing just how embarrassed he was. He didn’t let his eyes leave Caramel’s until the tan stallion’s breathing had calmed down. He put his hoof over Caramel’s own and smiled before he turned back to the mare. “We need a collar. One that ain’t gonna bite when we pull at it too much.”

“Mac…” Caramel’s voice was nearing a whine. He squeezed Mac’s hoof and began to hide behind his lover.

“Oh don’t you worry there, cutie,” Dazzle was now talking to Caramel with a laugh in her words. “We get shy ones like you every day. Looking for your boyfriend here to strap you up?”

“I… no…” Caramel shook his head. He looked like he wanted to say more, though he couldn’t force the words out of his mouth.

“It’s fer me.” Mac stated. Caramel squeezed his hoof yet again, giving it a minor tug this time. “One we used t’day bruised me up.” The workhorse pointed to his neck, the dark spots where Caramel had tugged at during their little session looking more and more noticeable.

“Aw, shy guy here’s got a bit of a rough side!” The mare laughed. She picked up the box again with her magic and began to pull out several pairs of brightly colored socks. Caramel stared at them for a moment before looking away. “I’m just teasing, the collars are in the back right. Hollar if you need anything.”

Mac pulled Caramel along to the back of the store. He was surprised his lover was managing to keep his breath under an over dramatic pant the way he kept fidgeting. He nearly squeaked when he accidently bumped up against a shelf filled with nothing but boxed up ball gags.

“How are you so calm?” Caramel hissed, stamping his hoof down as lightly as he possibly could. “H-How is she so calm? I… I don’t have a rough side, do I?”

“Coulda fooled me when ya told me ta cum fer ya.” Mac chuckled when Caramel’s hoof smacked up against his cutie mark. “Ow! Gonna try that spankin’ thing out right here?”

“You didn’t say ow earlier, I know it doesn’t really hurt. I can’t believe you’re so happy...” Caramel shook his head. Mac’s eyes were browsing the collars in all sizes and colors when Caramel gripped at his foreleg. “Can we hurry up?”

Big Macintosh took a bright green rubber collar and began to move it up to his neck. He placed it up against his neck and only lowered it when Caramel’s hoof grabbed at his own and yanked it down.

“M-Mac!” Caramel whimpered.

“Ah gotta make sure it fits.” Mac stared at Caramel.

“Yeah, but…” Caramel dug his hoof into the black carpet. “W-What if somepony walks in and sees?”

“They’ll think Ah have a boyfriend and we’re havin’ some fun?” Big Macintosh continued to stare blankly at Caramel.

“Y-Yeah I mean… but I…”

Big Macintosh turned to the smaller stallion. Caramel quieted down rather quickly after that. He placed his hoof on Caramel’s chin and brought their lips together. Caramel was tense at first, but Mac found it was easy to soften him up if he stroked his hoof under Caramel’s chin to force a giggle through the kiss. He held Caramel’s head with tender hooves and found himself smiling as well.

“ Ah don’t wanna make ya nervous, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh smiled at Caramel as he pulled away. “Ah know yer all tuckered out. Ya been shakin’ since we left. Ya ain’t gettin’ scared of all this, are ya?”

“No… I had fun…” Caramel bit into his cheek. “I like making you happy. I liked… watching you squirm for me. This is all just different for me, I guess. I don’t know how you’re so calm about all of this… I wish I could be like that...”

Caramel’s face was warm in Mac’s hooves. The workhorse gave him another kiss.

“Ah’m proud of ya fer comin’ in at all.” Mac stroked his hoof down Caramel's cheek. That managed to get a smile out of Caramel. “Why don’t ya look ‘round a bit?”

“By myself?” Caramel looked like he was in disbelief when Mac released his face.

“Eeyup,” Mac nodded his head. “Ah can afford it if ya find somethin’ ya like.”

“O-Okay.” Caramel clutched at his chest again, but his breathing was indeed under control.

Mac turned back to the collars when Caramel was looking around. He could see the stallion out of the corner of his eye. Caramel’s hoof stroked across something in a box that Mac assumed was a butt-plug. His face was still pink, and he kept looking over his shoulder, but he at least wasn’t hiding behind his lover anymore.

It took Mac three collars before he found one that felt comfortable. The first one itched far too much, the second was bright yellow and eye-catching yet it scratched when he moved it around. He eventually found a dark blue one that was smooth and didn’t scratch like Winona’s old collar had.

The work horse's ears perked up when he heard a squeak. He looked behind his shoulder to see Caramel had indeed vanished. When he trotted down the way he came he eventually spotted his lover kneeling down with fumbling hooves to pick up a small metal stick with a strip of hard looking fabric at the end. Dazzle was standing next to him and giggling. She must have startled him.

“You boys looking for more than just a collar?” She questioned him. Caramel sat on the floor and held the stick tightly in his hooves. “That’s a riding crop right there. Smack that big cutie around a bit if he “misbehaves”.” She used her hooves to put quotation marks around that last word. Caramel was shifting nervously, looking down at his hooves.

“W-Would that hurt him?” Caramel’s voice was so quiet that it strained Mac to hear. “I don’t want to hurt him… That collar was bad enough…”

“Well that’s what happens if you like this sort of thing,” Dazzle smiled at Caramel and pushed her bangs aside once more. “Just gotta figure out a good excuse for all the little bumps and bruises without getting into trouble with the law.”

Caramel looked like he at least smiled at that one. Dazzle looked up to see Mac and her face split into a smile.

“Well now it’s a little easier to see you two liking power play with that collar on,” She stepped forward to the workhorse. Mac saw Caramel’s eyes shoot to him, his eyes wide with nerves at the sight of Mac wearing the collar. The workhorse quickly took it off, if only to make Caramel stop being as red as he was. “Your boyfriend here seems to like the riding crop. Hope you’re good at listening to directions.”

“Y-Yes… ma’am…” It was Mac’s turn to blush. He looked over to Caramel again, the stallion now running his hooves over garments of clothing such as socks and panties on the shelf. Dazzle walked past him, and Mac trotted over to his boyfriend.

“D-Dazzle doesn’t blush at all when talking about sex,” Caramel whispered to Mac. He picked up bright green and white socks that seemed far too large for him. Mac’s blush deepened when he realized who they were for.

“It’s her job. She ain’t gonna beat ‘round the bush.” Mac was staring at the riding crop. “Are ya… ya gonna use that thing on me?”

“W-Why?” Caramel asked. He looked down at the crop. “I’ll put it back if you don’t like it.”

“N-No… Ah’m askin’ if yer gonna… y’know…” Mac opened his mouth, though the words wouldn’t come out without effort. “O-Order me ‘round with it?”

“Oh!” Caramel’s ears flattened when he realized he spoke loudly. “I mean, y-yeah, I planned on it. Why are you blushing so much? I thought you were okay with this stuff.”

“Ah am,” Mac tried to be defensive, though the sight of the socks Caramel was holding did indeed make his heart beat. “Ah just… Ah didn’t think ‘bout all this stuff… W-Would ya like me in those?”

“I was thinking about it,” Caramel giggled at Mac’s stuttering. “I think you’d look adorable, freckle-butt.”

Mac chuckled and began to scratch behind his ear. He watched Caramel’s hooves touch one of the pairs of panties and he held up his hooves.

“W-Wait, Sugar! W-What if Aj or Granny finds those?” The workhorse asked. “A-Are these even meant for stallions?”

“They’ll show off all those cute freckles on your butt when I pull them down a bit though,” Caramel’s words were quiet, but at least he wasn’t panicking over every little thing in sight. Though Mac was indeed beginning to understand how Caramel felt just a few minutes earlier.

“Shop’s closing up soon, cuties!” Dazzle called. “I’ll give ya’ll a few extra minutes to grab anything you want.”

“Do you want… any of this?” Mac asked Caramel. The tan stallion giggled quietly, grabbing onto Mac’s hoof and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Will you carry the bag home if it gets too embarrassing?” Caramel eyed Big Macintosh before the workhorse nodded. He leaned over to Mac and kissed his cheek. He soon buried his face in Mac’s chest and nuzzled gently. He handed Mac the socks. “You carry it now too… ponies can see us through the window.”

“Will ya at least put em on me when ya order me ‘round?” Mac smirked at his boyfriend. He felt a hoof pinch his side, though he did nothing more than jump. Mac grabbed Caramel by the sides and felt him squirm, their lips meeting once more for a brief moment.

“Let’s just look around, Freckle-Butt.”