“I dunno Mac, this feels… stupid. I mean really really stupid.” Caramel covered his face with both hooves and groaned. He shook his head back and forth and plopped his backside down onto the grass to whine and whimper loudly. He felt two, large green saddlebags slip from his back and fall to the ground behind him. He could feel the breeze roll up his back and tingle the fur of his mane. The trees above his head cast a good set of shade down onto his body that blocked him from the sun, though his body still felt warm and flushed with blood running to his face. He peaked out from under his hooves and saw two large, emerald colored eyes stare back at him with a blank expression. Big Macintosh was always far too… talented at hiding his emotions. He held no expression on his face, no hints for what was going on in his head. “I take it back, I-I don’t think this is a good idea. W-We should just go inside. A-Applejack’s friends could come a-and see, or even worse Applebloom’s!”

“Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh said in a quiet, firm tone. His frown was steadily growing more and more apparent the longer he stared down at the stallion before him. He lifted his hoof slowly and put it onto Caramel’s own, though didn’t pull to uncover his face. “Yer overthinkin’ it.”

“N-No I’m not!” Caramel didn’t mean for his voice to sound nearly as whiny as it did when it came from his mouth. He could feel his breath increasing as well as his heartrate. He stayed silent for a while after that. He kept himself encased in his little cocoon of hooves for as long as possible before Mac slowly pulled one away from his face. He still looked away from Big Macintosh, though the stallion raised his other hoof and put on a smile that finally touched those emotionless hard eyes of his. Caramel tried to look past him and focus on his worries, focus on the barn in the background and the house in the distance. Every time his eyes got a glimpse to Big Macintosh’s neck, however, his thoughts went straight back to worry. The green collar that bound him made Caramel’s heart both race and sink with the thoughts that filled his mind. He tried to remember just how he had agreed to this in the first place, but he couldn’t remember.

“You and Ah have fucked outside, ya know,” He chuckled quietly. Caramel could feel his face grow even redder somehow. “Ya were just as ancy then. All squirmin’ an’ cute an’ tryin’ ta muffle all yer noises.” Caramel closed his eyes, though Mac’s chuckle still managed to darken the color of his cheeks. “What’s so different ‘bout draggin’ me ‘round on a leash?”

“Oka- O-Okay, shh! W-Why are you so blunt?” Caramel covered Mac’s mouth with both his hooves, the hot air of the workhorse giggling on his skin. “W-We made sure it was secluded and in places that AJ or Apple Bloom or anypony would go that time of the season, r-remember. We didn’t walk around with… w-with…” Caramel would have covered his face again if it weren’t for the fact that Mac was holding his hooves.

“This is supposed ta be fun, remember, Sugar?” Big Macintosh took a step forward and sat down slowly. He extended both of his hooves and placed them both at Caramel’s sides. “Ya were so cute earlier in the tub, ya were really gettin’ inta it. But Ah don’t wanna do this if yer all nervous bout it.”

Caramel felt Mac’s lips press down against his forehead, his face beginning to be muffled in the safety of Mac’s large, muscled neck. He closed his eyes for just a moment and took in the scent of apples and sweat. He nuzzled the area gently and tried to force his heartbeat to calm itself, though every time his lips ran past Mac’s collar he felt it increase again. Mac pulled him in closer and for a moment the two embraced in silence.

“I’m sorry I’m being difficult…” Caramel mumbled quietly.

“It’s alright,” Big Mac responded quickly.

“This did sound like fun inside,” Caramel mumbled quietly while he laid his ear against Mac’s body. “It still does… d-do you promise that nopony will come? A-All of AJ and Applebloom’s friends know that they’re gone, right?”

“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh took Caramel’s shoulders in his large, strong hooves for just a moment and pushed his body away slowly, though still held onto him. In the breeze his long orange mane whipped subtly, and it brought a gentle grin to Caramel’s face. “We can still go in if ya want, though. Sure it’d be fun there, too. Ya could drag me on that leash ‘round the livin’ room stead of the field.”

“N-No, I want to… make you happy,” Caramel’s smile felt just a bit more forced. He scooted slowly away from Big Macintosh’s grip and turned to the attention of the bright green saddle bags he had brought with him. “Just don’t… be too loud, okay? Get on your belly for a second, I have to uh… y-y’know, prepare stuff.”

“Alright, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh chuckled again and Caramel could hear him shuffling about on the ground. Caramel bit into both of his cheeks and undid the buttons on the left side of his saddle bags before opening it slowly. He couldn’t help but look around before doing so, as if nervous somepony would suddenly pop up. In the bag he saw the contents pop out as bright as the sun. He tried to fight back the blush forcing itself on his face when his hoof touched a small bright green dildo. He kept himself from making any noise when he pushed it aside as if it were a meddlesome fly.

“We went overboard at the shop…” Caramel mumbled with a defeated sigh. He reached in and pulled out a long tube that was already half emptied of a clear liquid from the previous day’s events. He also pulled out a small, white set of gauze. He swallowed a lump in his throat and breathed in a shaky breath before turning away from the bag and back to Big Macintosh.

It was difficult to remain composure at the sight before his eyes. Mac had certainly listened to him. He was laying on his belly with his two back legs spread out, the sight of his balls very apparently by the way he had positioned them. The rest of his cock, however hard it was by this point, was hidden underneath his body. He kept swishing his tail back and forth as if to tease Caramel by the sight of his large, freckled rump. It sat plump and waiting, like a large juicy apple that Caramel had the sudden urge to bite into this very second. He had to bite down on his lip to stay silent. Big Macintosh was looking back with possibly the most innocent expression he had ever held on his face.

“Y-You’re really pent up, aren’t you?” Caramel shook his head. Big Macintosh chuckled, though it sounded much more like a girlish giggle even in his deep tone. Keeping his face calm in the sight of Mac like this was the hardest part he found about appeasing to the desires Mac held. He took several steps forward and placed a single hoof on Mac’s cheek. “Still… you’re really cute laying like this… Frecklebutt.”

It was hard not to stutter in the timeframe of that sentence, but somehow Caramel managed to keep his voice steady. Mac chuckled again, though this time it contained just a hint of nerves in the way he looked away from Caramel. Caramel took his other hoof and grabbed the other side of Mac’s rump and squeezed gently to pull. Mac’s tail had quit moving all of a sudden and now hid the prize that Caramel sought after.

“Shy now?” Caramel asked in an innocent tone that forced Mac to bury his muzzle in his hooves and stare straight ahead. He was using his hoof to quietly draw circles on Big Macintosh’s plump rump, his hole still hidden by his tail. “You were so eager a moment ago. Do you not want me to… fuck you now?”

He almost stuttered, but kept composure. He giggled and tried his best not to let his nerves show when Big Macintosh nodded his head. His cock was growing hard, and fast. Caramel could feel his own stirring between his legs while he teased and stroked Mac’s ass.

“Let me just get this tail out of the way, big boy,” Caramel grinned, though Big Mac didn’t give more than a quick glance. The freckles on his face were already beginning to blend into his fur by the way he blushed. Caramel scooted back to his bag before he reached deeper and emerged with a long, thick brown leash.

When he returned to Mac his tail was still lifeless and covering him. Caramel swallowed a lump in his throat and grabbed at the tail with a sudden, forceful pull.

“Ah!” Mac cried out. It wasn’t exactly painful sounding, though Caramel still released the tail instantly.

“Are you okay, Mac?” Caramel asked quickly in a panicked tone. “I-I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“N-Nope just…” Mac trailed off slowly. “P-Please keep goin’, sugar,”

Caramel nodded his head and reached out a hoof more gently this time. He grabbed the base of Mac’s tail and took the gauze as he began to wrap it. He strung it around the tail slowly until the thin gauze grew thick like a rope, holding Mac’s thin tail in place. Caramel could see the workhorse try to move it, try to expose his now bare rump. The band forced his tail up, forced him to show off what he tried so hard to hide.

“T-There we go,” Caramel giggled. He moved his body slowly up to the front half of Mac’s body by slowing himself over Mac’s back. He ran his belly up Mac’s rump near the base of his tail and let his balls drag over his back before he was fully on top of him. He reached out his hoof and grabbed Mac’s chin with one hoof and the collar with the other. Mac’s muscles were tightening, though by the way he squirmed he seemed more excited than nervous.

“Do you like having your rump all exposed like that, Frecklebutt?” Caramel whispered quietly. He wasn’t sure if he could keep his voice steady by speaking any louder. “Outside in the breeze? Grass running freely over your cock and balls?”

“E-Eeyup,” Mac whimpered quietly. Caramel brought the leash up and ran the end gently over Mac’s neck before finding it’s way to the hook on his collar.

“Good boy,” Caramel said before hooking the leash and pulling on it gently. “If you’re too loud I’ll have to gag you… That’s okay, right? I just don’t want you being loud and worrying anypony nearby... ”

“Eeyup…” Mac’s voice was quieter than before, near a whisper. He seemed as though he couldn’t focus on anything but the leash that Caramel kept gently pulling. Caramel ran the tip of his hoof slowly over Mac’s neck and up his chin, feeling his muscles tighten and body squirm.

Caramel sat up on Mac’s back and took in a deep breath. He took those few moments to compose himself before sliding back to where he started. He got off of Mac’s back and moved back to his behind, all while leash in hoof.

“Roll over, Mac,” Caramel stated firmly. It wasn’t anywhere close to a question. Mac swallowed a lump in his throat before rolling over onto his back, all four hooves up in the air. His cock was already half hard. The way he squirmed made it wiggle a bit, though it was clear by the way his front hooves kept twitching downward that he wanted badly for it to be given attention. “Good boy… now stand up.”

Mac must have struggled to resist a whimper, for he got to his hooves slowly. He seemed hesitant to expose his bare rump and half-hard cock to the world, for he left his back half on the ground the longest. When he finally did stand up fully his balls hung freely as well as his cock. Caramel pulled gently on the leash and Mac took a step towards him. His eyes kept looking away from Caramel. Without his blindfold from the day before the emotions on his face were clear as day. He tried to shut his back legs, though Caramel pulled on the leash again and forced him forward.

“Don’t you wanna show off your big adorable freckle-butt?” Caramel asked in another innocent tone. Caramel pulled on the leash until Mac was before him before he grabbed his chin and pressed their lips together. Mac was more submissive than usual in the kiss, allowing Caramel to push and pull the pressure all he pleased. He held Mac’s face in both his hooves momentarily, letting his hooves stroke and tickle under his chin while he pressed harder against those hardened lips. When they finally did part Caramel giggled quietly. “Well, do you?”

“A-Ah do!” It must have been louder than Mac intended, for he instantly flushed. Caramel kissed his nose quickly before giggling in return.

“J-Just tell me if you get too nervous, okay?” Caramel asked. Mac nodded his head in response, though by the way he squirmed he simply wanted to get a move one. “I don’t wanna push you.”

“Ah’m fine.” Mac nodded his head eagerly. “Ah just… just want ya ta order me ‘round…” He wouldn’t let his eyes meet Caramel’s.

“Hehehe, alright,” Caramel couldn’t contain his giggling that time. Mac was so… irrelisterably cute when he was submissive. He pulled on the end of the leash and got to his own hooves before forcing Mac up with nothing but a tug. “Stand still. We need a little something before our walk.”

“Eeyup…” Big Macintosh looked down to his hooves and tried to hide his flushed face by covering it with his hoof. Whenever he tried though, Caramel tugged at the leash until he held still.

Caramel went back over to the saddle and pulled out a small white sheet along with a four inch black, wide object with a flat circular end that Caramel held in his hoof. He went over to Mac and his the plug, but smiled up at him and lifted the sheet and waved it before Mac’s eyes.

“O-Okay I’m gonna blindfold you again. You’ll have to trust me to know where I’ll walk you,” Caramel watched Mac nod before he began to tie the sheet around Mac’s eyes. He looked over his shoulder instinctively to make sure nopony was spying on them. He took a deep breath and brought the plug before his eyes and walked slowly to the back of Mac.

Caramel snatched up the long, half emptied bottle of lube off of the ground. He popped open the bottle and began to squeeze it gently onto the top of the buttplug. He used his other hoof to grab at Mac’s rump once more and push his hoof against the crack.

“A-Ahh!” Mac cried out. His backside clenched at the sudden probing of his private areas. His back legs looked like they were struggling not to tremble as he bit down on his lip. Caramel saw his cock grow slightly harder before he set the plug down gently and pressed his lips gently against the base of Mac’s tail. He could hear Mac muffle a cry by biting both of his cheeks.

“Stop squirming.” Caramel stated. Mac made a noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan when Caramel began to run his tongue slowly down the backside of Mac. The workhorse’s fur was damp with sweat and soft as a feather near his sensitive hole. He started from the base of the tail and ran his tongue down the edge of Mac’s hole and to his taint. He could feel Mac’s legs tremble and shake, the steed making noises that desperately tried to fight off moaning before turning to a pant. Caramel brought one of Mac’s balls to his mouth with his hoof and suckled on it for a few moments. His balls and taint were so much softer compared to the rest of his body.

Mac was growing harder with each passing second. His cock was already fully erect and slapping down against Caramel’s chest every time he squirmed or jumped at the touch of his lover’s hooves and tongue. Caramel focused on his hole, however, dragging his tongue in circles around the sensitive area to hear those delightful moans from his obedient little boyfriend. Finally he moved his head away and saw the damp area look invitingly open. He took the bottle of lube again and squirted some out onto his hoof before brining it to Mac’s hole.

“Ngnn… S-Sugar, w-what are you gonna do?” Mac nearly whimpered the cry. Caramel spread the lube even though Mac squirmed and shook about, but he soon had used up all that was in his hoof before he began to giggle.

Caramel didn’t answer, he wasn’t sure if he could he was so focused on his breathing and the plug he had now picked up again in his hoof. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he brought the lubed end to Mac’s hole, twisting it just a bit to be greeted with a loud cry from Mac. It was clearly of pleasure, not pain.

“Shh!” Caramel hissed. He nearly dropped the plug his heart gave him such a pounding. He looked around desperately again though saw nothing but the trees and grass in the distance. “You’re so loud.”

“Ah can’t help it,” Mac mumbled.

Caramel rolled his eyes and returned the plug to the same spot. He pushed gently, going by the sounds of Mac’s whimpering and moaning to judge if he need to slow down or pull out. Mac seemed to be squirming in such a way that he was almost pushing into the plug. Caramel twisted it around some, and once or twice added just a bit more lube to make the process easier on Big Mac. Eventually he got the buttplug in, and it sat in Mac as clear as day for all to see as they pleased.

“Ahhh…. ngnnn… mmmm….” Mac couldn’t do much but let out moans and squirm. He attempted to take a step, but a loud cry of pleasure when Caramel pushed gently on the plug stopped him in his tracks. “S-Sugar, p-please…” He couldn’t even beg for the teasing to end he was too busy moaning.

“So noisy,” Caramel mumbled. He got up to his hooves and pulled on the leash. Mac took several steps before he let out another loud moan. Caramel felt his fur stand on end when he looked around yet again, a groan threatening to escape his throat. Mac was going to be… far too noisy to take far outside. He pulled on the leash again until Mac was before him near the saddle bags. Caramel was putting on the bags slowly while Mac squirmed and crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his hardened throbbing cock. When Caramel had finally situated the bags on his back he snatched something from the side pocket and held it in his hooves. It was a long, black band with a red ball in the middle. Caramel felt a lump rise in his throat at the sight of it, but he forced himself to stay calm by controlling his breathing. He turned around slowly to his blindfolded lover and reached out a hoof to squeeze the bottom of his jaw.

“Sugarcube?” Mac questioned, still squirming his backside at the plug. He opened his mouth when Caramel drug the end of his hoof down and up the underside of his chin, but he didn’t dare move his head, nor could he by the war Caramel kept the leash taut and sturdy.

“Do you like the plug?” Caramel asked. He tilted his head despite the fact that Mac couldn’t seem him. Mac’s lips twisted and eventually frowned, but the way his freckles turned red from flush made it clear his answer. He nodded slowly and bit gently on his lip.

“You’re gonna need a gag to keep it in you, then,” Caramel’s voice was calm and precise. He pulled gently on Mac’s chin and pressed the end of the ball to his lips. “I can’t take a noisy yappy pet around like you. You’d disturb everypony with your…wait…” He brought the gag away from Mac’s lips slowly and looked down at it. “D-Do you like being called a dog? Or was it just ordering you around?”

“A-Anythin’” Mac nodded his head again. “Ah’m fine with anythin’,”

“Okay,” Caramel nodded in an attempt to reassure himself. He brought the gag back to Mac’s lips before he could chicken out at fully binding his lover and began to strap it around his head. Now blindfolded, silenced, and entirely exposed on his rump, Caramel held in control with the leash in his hand his lover’s every movement.

“Mmmmf,” Mac made a noise through the gag. Caramel took a step back and pulled on the leash and Mac followed. His steps were slow, his hind legs trembling at the plug that must have twisted and pushed in him with every step.

“Y-You okay?” Caramel questioned the workhorse. “I have an idea where to take you, if you’re okay.”

Big Macintosh nodded his head. Caramel glanced behind him at the trees and tossed the leash into his mouth before pulling on it with a yank of his neck to lead his exposed lover through the trees.

What was most difficult was finding a path with branches spaced enough that Mac wouldn’t bump into a tree. He trusted Caramel without hesitation, only needing to be pulled when he lost his way for a moment. The plug in his ass must be driving him mad by the way his muffled moans cooed to Caramel’s ears. His cock stood out and hung low. Caramel intentionally took the two of them through the path with tall grass to stroke at his hanging cock and belly and hear him moan just a bit louder through his gag. Whenever he looked back at his lover he saw his face still hiding those freckles behind his blush.

Caramel would sometimes fall behind Mac for just a few moments to stroke his side with his tail or pull on the collar itself instead of the leash, but Mac remained obedient and followed. Through the shade and sunlight that peaked through the trees above he let himself be exposed to the climate and to Caramel. With each step Caramel could feel his heart beat and his eyes glance around every tree for the stay pony he knew in the back of his mind would unlikely be on the farm. Still, even with the worry in his heart he felt a sense of… excitement almost. He was beginning to understand why Mac enjoyed touching Caramel so much on the farm when he took breaks, why he asked to be walked about so out in the open. The feeling of getting caught any moment was downright invigorating. Caramel felt a smile hit his lips when Mac moaned again, and the worry that had plagued him so began to fade.

“Such a good boy,” Caramel teased. Mac made a muffled reply that he couldn’t understand. Caramel saw in the distance a clearing, it was small but obvious. A fence stood in the way that blocked off the farm to the rest of a pathway. “We’re here, Frecklebutt!” He couldn’t help but sound a bit excited when he pulled on Mac’s leash.

Into the clearing they went, Caramel stopping just before the fence and giggling to himself. He looked back at Mac before raising his hoof and grabbing Mac by the blindfold. He pulled it up and over his head and watched those large green emerald eyes dilate. He made a muffled noise through his gag and looked around before his eyes widened.

“This is the path to the main road, Mac,” Caramel giggled and began slowly unbuckling the gag around Mac’s mouth. When his lips were free he didn’t even give Mac enough time to speak before their lips met. He pushed against Mac much harder than before, enough to bring him to his backside and fall onto the plug inside of him. He broke away from the kiss for just a moment to moan. Caramel grabbed his collar with both hooves and held him close to begin nibbling at his neck when they parted. Mac was in his complete control.

“Caramel… if somebody comes they’ll…” Mac’s muscles tightened in his neck when Caramel nibbled on a particularly sensitive spot and dragging his tongue across it. He wrapped his forelegs around Caramel and squeezed him as if to brace himself. His hardened cock was pressing against Caramel’s belly.

“Don’t you wanna show them how good of a dog you’ve been?” Caramel replied before looking up to Mac with devious eyes. “In fact… get up on the fence.”

“A-Alright,” Mac nodded slowly and glanced down the path that led to town nervously. He got to his hooves and put his forelegs over the fence. His cock hung out, fully hard and exposed as it poked out the other side of the fence. Mac squirmed in place some and Caramel chuckled. Mac blinked his eyes a few times before Caramel giggled at the way he squirmed. He buried his muzzle in his forelegs in an attempt to hide his blush.

Caramel slid off his saddle bags slowly and opened them one last time before he pulled out a long, thin metal rod with a wax end. It was a riding crop.

“How much can ya fit in those bags?” Mac questioned.

“Shh!” Caramel covered his mouth with the crop to shush Mac. The workhorse nodded his head slowly and looked down the road again. He had quit squirming, and was now making much more of an attempt to remain silent.

“Cara, Ah don’t know i- AH!” Mac’s words were interrupted when Caramel took him by surprise. He pulled on the leash and brought the crop down across his cutie mark in a single, loud slap. His hind leg rose and his cock swayed when he squirmed.

“Don’t get so distracted,” Caramel teased with a grin. He glanced at the area to make sure it didn’t redden by the slap before he drug the crop in delicate circles over his cutie marn and then down his belly to the tip of his cock. He slapped it down as gently as he possibly could over the head, though it still made Mac’s body shudder. “You bought me this crop, remember?”

“Eeyup,” Mac nodded and eyed the crop with caution. He tried to squirm again though Caramel pulled tightly on the leash. He ran the end of the crop up and down Mac’s shaft, his hardened dribbling with pre cock desperate for attention.

“Don’t you want all of Ponyville to see you get plowed right in your own backyard?” Caramel asked. He tried to put on his innocent voice again, though something in the way Mac was blushing made it feel as though he came off as much more… dominating. “Tell me.”

“Ah… Ah want ponies ta know Ah’m bein’ fucked…” Mac was panting louder the more Caramel ran the crop up and down his hardened cock. “Please just fuck me, Sugar, Ah’ve been hard all mornin’”

“Allllll morning?” Caramel drug out the word and reached out his hoof to grab Mac’s cock. He squeezed at the shaft and heard Mac bite his lip and stifle a cry. He could feel pre dribble on his hoof and drip down onto the grass. Mac’s rump was shaking, and he was sucking in the plug with his muscles to get even the slightest sensation of a cock ramming him.

Caramel grabbed him by the collar and tugged at the leash at the same time to pull him away from the fence. He pushed Mac gently to the grass and onto his back before he climbed up onto the workhorse’s chest and heard him whimper. He was greeted with the sight of Caramel’s balls and sheath before him. Caramel scooted forward until his balls were pressing right up to Mac’s lips as well as his sheath.

“Gotta get me hard before I plow you,” Caramel smiled down at Mac’s emerald eyes. Mac raised his hooves and grabbed Caramel’s sides to pull him even closer until even Mac’s nose was covered in Caramel’s taint. When he looked up he must have seen nothing but Caramel’s big belly and balls. To breath he had to open his mouth and suckle and lick Caramel’s taint, like an animal who hadn’t eaten in weeks. Caramel tightened his muscles and kept a straight face, occasionally pulling on the leash to keep Mac from getting too grabby with his hooves. He was nearly sitting on Mac’s face, the workhorse nibbling gently on his sheath and sticking his tongue inside to tease Caramel further. It was as if he couldn’t resist licking and suckling every bit of Caramel’s balls and sheath before his cock was even shown. When Caramel’s tip began to show Mac was grabbing at Caramel’s belly and trying to pull him down.

“Nggnnn… M-Mac you’re really…” Caramel bit his lip and tried not to moan. He had the sudden fear in the pit of his belly that too much moaning or desire for more would break the scenario, and he would no longer be in control. He kept his part to a mere panting and occasionally reaching down a hoof to ruffle Mac’s mane. His cock was half hard at this point. Mac was now licking his tongue up Caramel’s shaft and nibbling on the head when he could. He squeezed his legs and loosened them every few moments the more teasing his body endured. “You need to put on the lube, too,”

Mac nodded eagerly.

When Caramel scooted his body back Mac was frowning, though the hunger in his eyes still remained. Caramel’s cock was fully hard and laying on Mac’s chest. Caramel grabbed the bottle of lube once again from the bag and handed it to Mac. The workhorse eagerly squirted some into his hoof and began running it up and down Caramel’s cock with one hoof. He ran his hooves up and down Caramel’s shaft, licking his lips as if the taste was still fresh in his mouth. The way he kept occasionally touching his belly with his lubed up hooves made Caramel’s lips twitch and threaten to pour out giggles. Mac continued lubing the shaft and balls of his lover while also tracing circles on his big belly. Caramel squirmed a bit and giggled before finally scooting away even further.

“O-Okay that’s enough lube,” Caramel fought the giggling on his breath.

“Ah was havin’ fun,” Mac chuckled and looked up and down Caramel’s body.

“Doms aren’t ticklish,” Caramel replied. He took in a deep breath before getting off of Mac and looking down at him. His cock was still hard, very much so. Caramel licked his lips slowly before he snapped up the leash again and pulled on it. “Turn over, Frecklebutt.”

Mac complied and turned over his body so the buttplug was facing Caramel. Caramel drew himself closer and stared at Mac’s rump for a few more moments while keeping the leash firmly taut in hand. He grabbed the end of the plug and pulled just a bit. Whatever joking face Mac had on moments before was gone in a sudden gasp of pleasure. Caramel released the plug for a moment and sat there frozen while he waited for Mac to quiet down again. He took out his own cock and placed it against Mac’s plump rump near his hole and grinded it gently over his bright red fur while he teased and pulled at the buttplug.

“Ahhh… nnn… hhhh…” Mac’s moaning pants came in bursts while Caramel tugged at the plug. Eventually he managed to squeeze it out the first inch, and then the rest came out in a pop. His hole looked nice and loose, ready to be plowed by his lover. “C-Cara… just fuck me,” He begged.

Caramel nodded, but first made sure to apply a bit more lube to Mac’s already tired, worked hole before he set the head of his cock up against it. Mac was desperate for his cock inside of him by the way he squirmed and tried to push his body back into it. Caramel grabbed him by both his cutie marks and pushed slowly, the head going in first and sitting there for a few moments while he let Mac adjust.

“Ahh!” Mac cried out. He was grabbing at the grass and ripping it up while he squirmed and panted. Caramel pushed in and slipped his cock into Mac’s entrance. Mac spread apart his legs and pushed himself up a few inches to begin stroking his cock slowly. Caramel tugged at his leash and squeezed his rump, so plump and ready to be plowed.

“Good boy,” Caramel nearly purred the words. Mac replied with a whimpering moan when Caramel traced a hoof at the base of his tail. The breeze was beginning to roll over them. The sun that beat down on their bodies sped up how fast sweat began to pour, though Mac was already worked and tired he still desired for Caramel to continue. Caramel thrust once and Mac covered his mouth with his hooves, but it wasn’t enough to contain his moans. Caramel thrust again, and then another time. He took his time to draw out Mac’s hormone induced waves of pleasure. The feeling of him trying to squirm and thrust the cock into him harder with each hit sent electric waves through Caramel’s body. He leaned over Big Macintosh’s backside and tugged at the collar while he panted quietly. His belly hit up against Mac’s rump and his balls slapped against Mac’s with each thrust.

“Ahh! S-Sugar, it… nngnnn!” Mac’s moaning was only getting louder. By the time Caramel slowed down Mac was simply breathing them out on the end of his breath. Caramel pulled out slowly and felt his cock slip from Mac’s entrance. Mac looked back to him with an expression of question and hunger.

“You need to be kept quiet, again,” Caramel raised his eyebrows and walked over to the saddlebag and grabbed the ball gag once more. He sat down against the fence with his legs spread and cock up. He pat his cock and grabbed it by the shaft. “Come over here, Frecklebutt.”

Mac nodded, though the process of sitting up was slow. His hole was stretched and worn with no release to his dribbling cock. He moved over to Caramel slowly and sat before his lap. Caramel pulled on the leash until he was sitting with both their cocks pressed together. Caramel grabbed his chin and kissed it gently before grinding his cock against Mac’s own for a few short moments of teasing pleasure for the two of them.

It wasn’t long before Caramel began to apply the gag. It went on with ease, the red ball between Mac’s teeth to silence his lustful moans. Caramel slouched a bit and Mac raised himself just enough so he could put the tip of his cock up against Mac’s entrance. He dropped the leash for a moment just to grab both of Mac’s cheeks and spread them apart. It was up to Mac to slide down slow enough to where he was comfortable, though the stifled moans in Caramel’s ear were near musical by the time he felt Mac’s rump hit his balls.

“You’re so fun when you’re horny like this,” Caramel giggled. He began to do some of the work to relieve Mac and grasped the leash again to keep him in his place. He hugged Mac’s body with both hooves and began to push him back, Caramel following until Mac was on his back and Caramel between his legs, his cock still fully inside of Mac. He began to thrust again, this time a bit faster. Mac’s moans were muffled so he took to hiding his face and his blush when the sensations overcame him. Caramel pushed Mac’s legs apart as far as they would go until his cock sat alone with nothing to protect it. Mac lowered one hoof and stroked at it gently.

“Nnnn… mmmm!” Mac cried out. He rolled back and forth a bit on his back in the grass in a way that truly began to remind Caramel of a dog. He was about as whiny as one, after all. Caramel’s sweat was beginning to cling to his fur and the cold of the breeze whipped at him whenever it passed. The fire in his cock begging to be released was only coming faster with every second.

“M-Mac, I’m gonn-”

“Mmmmm!” Mac cried out. Without any sign or warning Mac’s cock shot out several long streams of white that splattered all over his chest. It shot out at least five times, the first one hitting Caramel’s chest by the way he positioned it with his hoof. When he released it it fell and flew up to hit his own face.

Caramel didn’t waste time after that, simply began thrusting faster in the final moments where it would still give his lover pleasure. Mac’s entrance tightened on the final blow of his cock before Caramel could feel the same liquid rise within him. He hunched over and pulled on the leash to keep himself planted before he felt himself cum inside of his lover. His body trembled and shook with the cum leaving him. He pulled out of Mac by falling back and landing on his own back. The ground hit his body hard and the reality of his body being covered in sweat and cum began to dawn on him. He stared up at the cloudless sky and panted.

When he looked over to Mac he saw his own cum dribbling from his hole, Mac much more dirtied than himself. Despite that fact that the workhorse seemed to be recovering much quicker, already sitting up and removing the gag from his mouth, he was still panting with half closed eyes and ruffled fur.

“You alright, Sugarcube?” Mac questioned. He tossed the gag aside and crawled slowly up to Caramel before laying his body down next to him. He stared into Caramel’s eyes for but a moment before kissing his cheek gently.

“I’m fine,” Caramel giggled. He looked up the pathway and sighed loudly, his breath shaking. “Let’s just… get out before somepony actually comes… I do dumb things when I’m horny.”

“Ah let ya put a plug in my butt cause Ah was horny,” Mac smirked down at Caramel. The freckles on his face stretched when he smiled, and it made Caramel’s heart fill with warmth. He reached up both his hooves to grab Big Macintosh’s face and bring their lips together. Mac grabbed his hoof and held it gently before giving it a squeeze and a pull. “Ah can carry ya, if ya want. Ah know ya get tired,”

“Sure, Mac,” Caramel smiled at the other. Mac crouched down and let Caramel slowly crawl onto his back and squeeze his limbs tightly onto Mac’s sides to assure he wouldn’t slip. He kissed the back of Mac’s neck and giggled again. “It’ll almost make up for you cumming without me telling you too,”

“Ya gonna punish me for that?” Mac asked while he gathered up the things that Caramel had left strewn about and began to shove them in his goodie bag. Maybe he wanted to sound nervous, but it only came off as eager.

“Maybe, Frecklebutt,” Caramel tugged on one of Mac’s ears. “Just don’t get cum all over my toys and I might consider letting you off easy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh snatched up the now full saddle bag and handed it to Caramel. He gave one last look down the path and grass to assure both that nopony was coming and that he didn’t forget anything. “Just don’t make me wear those socks ya bought me.”

The subtlety in this stallion was impeccable.

“You’re giving me ideas already,” Caramel replied.

Author's Note

If this half assed porn gets more views than Blossoming Roses I will literally riot.

Have your fap material while I rage.