Strength (Explicit)

Caramel had re-read the page of his book at least half a dozen times before he realized he hadn’t taken in a single word. He found himself frowning and blinking at the page, though his mind simply couldn’t focus on the words. It probably didn’t help that a hard crack of hooves slamming against the trunk of the trees around him kept echoing around the orchard. His eyes glanced over the pages of his book when he saw Big Macintosh wipe the sweat from his brow with the back of his hoof.

The sun was beating down on the stallion, and for just a moment Caramel felt just a bit bad that he was seated in the shade nice and comfortably.

Caramel’s eyes kept darting away every few moments. The sight of Big Macintosh panting and working was always difficult to stare at for too long without… side effects. Every time Mac kicked his hooves against the trunk of the tree Caramel could see his muscles in full effect. Big Mac was moving around the trees in a circle, yet every time he looked Caramel’s way the stallion couldn’t stare back. His heart was starting to beat awfully quickly.

A grumble of frustration hit Caramel’s lips when he shook his head. He tried to cleanse his mind, though that only seemed to make it worse.

The stallion forced his eyes to stare back at the pages of his book. He was fully aware that his cheeks were red when he squirmed his hind legs a bit at the thought of Big Macintosh. He shut his eyes firmly and tried to think of something else. It didn’t work, his mind was locked on this one topic. He looked up one last time to see Big Macintosh was gone.

“Yer allowed ta stare, ya know.”

“GAH!” Caramel had actually managed to drop his book when the sound of Big Macintosh’s voice came from behind the tree he was leaning against. He looked around him to see Big Macintosh staring down at him with a blank expression. Caramel was holding both hooves over his chest and breathing heavily. “M-Mac… I wasn’t…”

Caramel frowned when Big Macintosh chuckled at him. The workhorse’s face was red from work, and his freckles were blending into his fur. He seated himself down besides Caramel and folded his front legs before he rested his head on them.

“Yer blushin.”

“S-Sorry,” Caramel mumbled. He had the strangest desire to cover his face with his hooves. He was sitting on his hind legs, looking down at Big Macintosh, but not into his eyes. “I-I made you stop working, didn’t I?”

“Ya ain’t got nothin’ ta apologize fer, Sugar.” Big Macintosh squirmed himself closer to Caramel. Caramel picked up his book and began looking for his place, thankfully finding it quickly before he folded the page and shut it. “Ya don’t gotta be so embarassed ‘bout lookin’ at me though.”

“But I…” Caramel bit into both his cheeks. He brought his hooves together and began to fiddle with them, the thoughts of Mac’s body in his mind again. “It’s embarrassing."

“Ya starin’ at yer boyfriend is embarassin’?” Big Mac raised his brow. It was hard to read his face beyond curiosity. This only seemed to fluster Caramel further as he squirmed around in place.

“I look weird just staring at you,” Caramel said with an attempt of a laugh that fell flat before it even began. Big Macintosh simply blinked his large, emerald eyes. “I want to stare and just watch you because when you act strong you… you’re really attractive. Y-You’re muscles are big and even when you squeeze me me I can tell you’re holding back… b-but you never hold back when you work. A-And I… I think about stuff."

Big Macintosh chuckled, and Caramel’s blush only deepened when he shut his mouth. Big Macintosh rose to his hind legs to sit on them, though he leaned on Caramel and put his hoof onto Caramel’s chest. Mac must have felt his heart beat, for the air from his chuckle tickled Caramel’s ear.

“Can Ah tell ya a secret?” Big Macintosh pressed his lips down against Caramel’s cheek. Caramel could tell he was smiling by the feel of them. The stallion nodded his head.

“S-Sure, go ahead,” Caramel spoke softly. The way Mac’s hooves were moving and wrapping around him made Caramel giggle as well.

“Ah work harder when yer here,” Big Macintosh said in a tone that made Caramel squirm. When Caramel got a glimpse of his cheeks he saw they were still red despite the rest of him cooling down. “Ya always get all giggly when Ah get a dozen barrels full ‘stead of six in twenty minutes.”

“G-Giggly?”

“Like ya do when Ah touch yer belly,” Big Macintosh must have been planning that line, for his hoof instantly went to the lower part of Caramel’s body to give it a gentle squeeze. Caramel tried but bite down on his tongue, but a giggle escaped him nonetheless.

Ya like it when Ah’m strong?” Big Macintosh questioned.

“I… y-yeah…” Caramel looked up at Big Macintosh’s eyes. “I like imagining you being strong and…”

“And?” Big Macintosh questioned with a raise of his brow.

“And s-sometimes you show off… it’s weird,” Caramel mumbled. His ears were laying flat against his head when he spoke.

“Go on, Sugar.”

“You… You’re stronger than me.” Caramel’s voice somehow managed to grow even quieter. However, if there was one thing Caramel had learned, it was that Big Macintosh was a very good listener. “Sometimes I imagine you not being so kind and gentle and… I like that a lot, it helps me calm down all the time when I panic and feel like I screwed up and…” Caramel shook his head, as if he realizing that he was losing his point. “You just want me and… a-are strong so you do what you want. S-See, I told you it was weird!”

“It ain’t weird.” Big Macintosh stated. Caramel realized that he had removed his hooves from his belly.

“B-But I like you being nice and kind and everything.” Caramel bit on his lower lip.

“Ah like that yer sweet and nervous, but Ah still like it when ya order me ‘round an get pushy.” Big Macintosh chuckled in response. Maybe he was laughing to comfort Caramel, but it could have also been because he was blushing again. “So ya just like it if Ah do what Ah want with ya?”

“Y-Yeah, but you… you have to want me.” Caramel kept his eyes shut when Big Mac looked at him. “Kinda like you get when you grab me in bed. I like it when I feel… feel like you can’t get enough of me. It’s just… like you're an animal in heat or something. Y-You want me bad enough that it's hard to hold back... It's weird."

“It makes ya happy.” Big Macintosh smiled with a nod on his head. “Ah got it.”

“You what?”

In less than five seconds Caramel found himself pushed to the ground with Big Macintosh on top of him. Their eyes were in front of each other now, though Mac’s hooves were still running over his body.

Mac’s face suddenly grew emotionless. Caramel didn’t realize he was holding his breath until his lungs began to ache, but he nodded his head anyway. Caramel realized that Mac was flexing the muscles in his forelegs. He tried to cover his face with his hooves to hide his blush, but Mac was having none of it when he pulled them back and forced them at Caramel’s sides.

“D-Don’t you have to work?” Caramel closed his eyes. He knew that something was indeed stiffening between his legs. He honestly didn’t expect Mac’s usual softness being absent to be this… invigorating. “I mean… W-We don’t have to do this now.”

“Not when a stallion all turned on cause Ah’m so strong,” Big Macintosh chuckled. When Caramel looked to him his eyes were still hard. The words Mac used caused him to blush.

Mac once again quickly pulled Caramel back up until the stallion was sitting on his lap. Caramel kept his legs shut, knowing full well that Mac was causing some stirring down between them. His forelegs were strong at holding him in place, and no matter how much Caramel squirmed he knew he wasn’t going to break free.

“Is… is this too rough?” Big Macintosh’s grip loosened a bit, his tone softening. “Ah don’t wanna scare ya. Y-Yer heart’s beatin’ fast.”

“Y-You’re alright,” Caramel nodded his head when he replied. Mac’s lips kissed his neck softly, and then his cheek. His tone sounded nervous, which surprised Caramel just a bit. “This is… Y-You can keep going.”

“Just tell me if yer scared, alright?” Mac nuzzled his nose to Caramel’s cheek.

Mac’s hoof nearly slapped onto Caramel’s belly. It stung just a bit, but Caramel didn’t do more than squirm in fear that Mac would stop. He squeezed and moved his hoof around. His free leg was holding Caramel’s back up against his chest, constricting Caramel’s own forelegs at his sides. Some part of him thought that just this once, Mac really wasn’t holding back his strength.

Suddenly the hoof that kept touching his belly squirmed it’s way between Caramel’s legs and forced them open. Out fell Caramel’s half hard cock, growing harder by the second. Mac’s tongue licked at his neck, and Caramel nearly whimpered out of over stimulation.

The breeze from the warm day made Caramel feel strange and exposed. No matter how much he squirmed Mac wouldn’t release him.

“Yer all mine,” Mac nearly growled. Caramel didn’t know it was possible for Mac’s voice to sound like it was dripping with desire like that. Sure Mac had told him things like how much he wanted him, but Caramel’s cock had never grown harder faster at just three words.

Mac’s hoof kept rubbing his balls, and when Caramel looked down he felt a bite in his shoulder. He whimpered just a bit, but it was more out of trying to catch his breath. Mac’s hoof moved to his shaft and squeezed before he began to pump it. It wasn’t a gentle stroke like he normally started out with, but full force. Mac’s own cock was now pressing up against Caramel’s back.

Caramel’s other hoof released Caramel’s forelegs and began groping at Caramel’s body, as if he couldn’t get enough. Mac was panting as well by this point, but Caramel could feel fire in his shaft.

“Yer so hot,” Mac growled. He might have been salivating for all Caramel had known.

Caramel closed his eyes at the sound of Mac’s voice, something going off inside his head. He tightened his muscles and bit into both his cheeks, and before he knew it all of Mac’s actions had stopped.

“Already…?” Mac’s voice sounded more impressed than anything.

“I…” Caramel’s cock felt sticky. He could feel his blush return full force, though the sound of Mac laughing and kissing his cheek when he was turned over was at least a good sign not to feel too embarrassed.

“Can’t believe ya had trouble cummin the first time we slept ‘gether, Sugar.” Mac’s character had broken and he was back to his usual warm self. His muscles loosened and it was only now that Caramel realized Mac had been squeezing so tight it hurt just a bit. "Ah wasn't too rough, was Ah?"

“N-No you weren't... Stop laughing though.” Caramel was released from Mac’s grasp when he closed his legs up again. His cock was quickly shrinking the more Mac chuckled at him. “You’re the one who couldn’t go slow. You're just... really strong, okay? Your muscles are... y-y'know."

“We can try ‘gain later,” Big Macintosh chuckled. “Maybe even a little bit of rope. Might make it even faster, though. Preferably when we get ya some lube.”

“I’m not like you,” Caramel broke a smile and let out a giggle. “I don’t like being tied up.” Though his eyes did look down to what he had caused between Mac’s legs. It was still half hard. “H-Here, you got excited.”

“Y-Ya don’t gotta do that, Sugarcube.” Mac held out both his hooves with a frown on his face. “Ah gotta get back ta work anyway, this was just fer ya. Ya ain't even turned on anymore."

Caramel smiled at Mac and scratched behind his ear. He shook his head and moved Mac’s hooves away before he put his hoof on Mac’s half hard cock. Mac bit into his lip, though he stopped resisting near instantly.

“It makes you happy,” Caramel stated.

Mac's blush was back.

Author's Note

While it is brief, I do like to imagine that Mac and Caramel have a lively eventful sex life that they like to try new things. Mac also has very little shame in having sex outdoors since it's where he spends most of his time anyway. I already have a story where Mac enjoys being tied up and ordered around, and I always believed Caramel liked Mac strong and also really liked it when he felt attractive, so it seemed to fit.