Big Macintosh kicked the wooden beam dismissively. It didn't take much effort to make the whole wall shudder, shaking loose the orange earth pony who had been hanging upside-down from the rafters. Cheese Sandwich had just enough time to flail comedically, twisting in mid-air, before his rump hit the barn floor, soon followed by the rest of his back.
Cheese closed his eyes, and shook his head slightly to re-orient himself. When he opened them, he found the larger red stallion standing over him. Literally over him — Mac's hind-legs either side of his thighs, fore-legs either side of his head. Big green eyes stared into his own from mere inches away. Big Mac did not seem angry, but he wan't quite friendly either.
“Ah said ah'm working right now; Y'll have t' take yer party some-place else.”
Big Mac was, honestly, used to the kind of behaviour he'd been putting up with all morning. Anypony who had to deal with Miss Pie on a near-daily basis learnt not to bother getting angry at such antics. At worst, that would only start her crying, and then there was nothing for it but to bribe her with her ice-cream to stop. Mr Sandwich seemed much of the same, though Big Mac had a notion that ice-cream wouldn't be the answer if this pony started sobbing.
Probably not, anyway.
What Mac wasn't prepared for, the one outcome he simply wouldn't have considered, was for Cheese to reach up and kiss him, smartly, on the lips.
Actually, Miss Pie had done much the same thing, a few times. She had always grinned and laughed afterwards, though, and bounced away in her usual carefree manner. Big Mac was given to understand that she didn't mean anything much by it, and this was just Pinkie Pie's way of being friendly. Perhaps a little more so where Big Mac was concerned.
Still, she hadn't just lain there underneath him after, looking off to the side and blushing so cutely. That expression put rather a different spin on things, and Big Mac had never yet found Miss Pie to be quite… so…
As Cheese Sandwich turned his head back to say something, perhaps to laugh the situation away, he found Big Mac leaning down further, lips pressing against his own. The two stallions remained like this for at least two racing heartbeats, lips together and slightly apart, yet not exactly kissing, until Cheese pushed his own head up, spreading his lips and pushing his tongue into Mac's mouth. Big Mac reciprocated, pushing Cheese back down and sliding his own tongue around the smaller stallion's, over his lips and into his mouth.
As they swapped saliva, Big Mac lowered his body down onto Cheese's, effectively pinning him to the floor. Cheese found himself seemingly engulfed by Mac's powerful body, heavy muscles surrounding him from all sides. Something hot, and heavy, pressed against his belly — the tip of Mac's member prodding against him, before the rest was lowered onto him. Cheese's eyes widened at the feeling of Mac's thick shaft resting against his own, huge balls pressing down between the base of his own shaft and testicles.
From feel alone, Cheese could tell that “Big” Macintosh more than lived up to his name.
Mac broke the kiss, and lifted his head up, looking down at his captive with an expression of deep satisfaction. Cheese looked up at him and grinned nervously, breathing heavily already.
“St-Still too busy working?” asked Cheese, voice wavering slightly with arousal.
Big Mac stepped away, and headed towards the barn door. From behind, Cheese had a clear view at Big Macintosh's short, raised, tail, and the swinging package it completely failed to hide. The red stallion's balls were almost ridiculously oversized, and his mighty member do less so. That, and the sight of Mac's thick, muscular backside, were leaving Cheese Sandwich feeling several kinds of submissive, and weak at the knees.
Big Mac closed the barn door, locking it from within, before looking back over his own backside at Cheese.
“Nope.”
Cheese Sandwich's heart was pounding, and his stallionhood throbbing, as Big Mac sauntered across the barn towards him. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, hindlegs spread out in front of him, and looked up at the larger stallion's face as Big Mac brushed one forehoof across his jaw and cheek.
“Y'know,” intoned Big Mac, his deep voice leaving Cheese quivering, “Ah'd really like t' fill that cute li'l mouth of yours, Mr Sandwich.”
Cheese Sandwich nodded slightly. “Just 'Cheese', Big Mac.”
“Alright, and maybe just 'Mac', Cheese.”
Cheese nodded, and slunk forward, dipping his head between Mac's open forelegs. Panting, he approached the great red member hanging before him, and licked his lips in anticipation. Mac's heavy, musky scent filled his nostrils, as his mane brushed against the farmpony's underside. Mac's shaft twitched slowly and rhythmically, the tip now no more than an inch from Cheese's muzzle.
Hesitantly at first, then more confidently, the party pony extended his tongue, sliding over Mac's hot, throbbing tip. Mac's low moan of appreciation seemed to fill the air around Cheese, urging him to continue. After a couple of small licks, he slid his lips onto Mac's end, and gently pushed the tip of his tongue into the opening of Mac's urethra. Mac shuddered, letting out a more low wail of pleasure, and closed his forelegs around Cheese's rear, gripping him firmly. Cheese could taste the big stallion's salty precum, could feel the heat of Mac's member against his lips, and could feel the heat of Mac's body pressed against his own back. His own dick was throbbing almost painfully with arousal.
Big Mac lowered his head; Cheese could feel Mac's lower jaw and cheek rubbing against his rump, brushing against his tail. Mac's forelegs were gently pushing him further in, and Cheese responded by taking the entire head of Mac's cock past his lips, into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Mac's hips swayed slightly; Cheese could tell the larger stallion was holding back the urge to thrust in. Slowly, carefully, he took Mac's shaft deeper, taking the head right to the back of his throat, until the urge to gag made his body tremble. More precum coated his tongue, mixing with the salty taste of sweat, the taste of Big Macintosh. He wanted more, so much more, but all he could do was hold the end there, gently bobbing with each sway of Mac's hips. Cheese could feel that Mac's muscle, his build, his power, could easily overwhelm the smaller stallion, especially from this position, but Mac was being gentle, careful, loving.
Eventually, Cheese had to pull back, lowering his torso to the ground as “down” was the only way he was free to move. He slid down until just the tip of Mac's member was held behind his lips, titling his head upwards. This left his rump angled more upwards, and Mac's moaning stopped as Cheese felt a large, wet, tongue slide over his butt cheeks, into the cleavage between them. Cheese let out a higher, softer moan than Mac's over the meaty member filling his mouth. He twisted round, slipping Mac's end out with a hollow “pop”, before wrapping his tongue around the underside of Mac's shaft, and sliding his mouth along its length.
Mac began licking Cheese's butt-hole, and the party pony couldn't help but roll his hips in pleasure. He slid right along Mac's length and began licking the huge balls hanging from his base, the hot, mighty cock pressed against his cheek and neck. Both ponies moaned as they gently rocked together, slowly losing themselves to the building pleasure of sharing each other's bodies. Sucking greedily, Cheese took one of Mac's balls into his mouth, moaning in slight disappointment that he would be unable to fit both in at the same time.
Mac's forelegs gripped Cheese's back half firmly; From this position the large stallion was in complete control. Cheese released the one ball and began swirling his tongue over the other, Mac's hot shaft rubbing against his cheek and even prodding his shoulder. Mac slid his meaty tongue over Cheese's perineum, and Cheese lifted himself by wrapping first one foreleg, then both, around Mac's hindlegs and rump. The party pony was now entirely supported by Mac's larger frame.
Cautiously, Cheese pulled his head back, lowering his belly as far as he could in order to once again wrap his lips around his lover's shaft, hungrily taking the length of it to the back of his throat again. Perhaps it was because the angle opened his throat wider, or perhaps because he was simply relaxing into the feeling more, but his gag reflex was not nearly so strong. This time, he could just about feel Mac's median ring with his outstretched lips. Not wishing to overreach himself, though, he settled for slowly taking Mac's throbbing tip back and forth along the length of his tongue. Each thrust came tantalisingly close to that ring, which was now Cheese's immediate goal — his focus on bringing it past his lips, bringing the tip of Mac's cock into his throat.
With each thrust, Cheese felt himself more caught in the rhythm. With each thrust, he could feel Mac's restraint melting away. As his mouth slid forward, it was met with Mac thrusting down into him. As he pulled back, so too did big Mac. Each thrust was matched with Mac pushing gently on Cheese's hind legs, pushing him forward. Though Cheese was setting the pace, it was increasingly Big Mac who was doing all the heavy lifting, gently-yet-firmly fucking Cheese's face.
And Cheese loved it.
The taste, the texture of Big Mac's precum coating his tongue, the feel of the mighty member pushing over and over into his mouth, the overwhelming scent of Big Mac, his musky sweat and arousal, filling Cheese's nostrils with each breath he gulped down between thrusts, and most of all, the feel of being dominated, wrapped in powerful, controlling, muscles, was almost more than he could bear. He wanted, needed Mac inside him. His own throbbing shaft felt like it would explode, and he was honestly starting to think he could cum simply from the feel of Mac inside his throat.
Mac's ring passed Cheese's lips. The might cock-head forced its way into Cheese's tight throat. Caught for a moment by the sensation, Mac held himself there a few moments longer. All Cheese could do, all he wanted to do, was focus all his effort on relaxing his throat, suppressing the urge to gag so that he could take Mac deeper.
As Big Mac pulled back, Cheese's hindlegs buckled completely, and so Mac scooped him up off the floor. Cheese gasped for air. He was Mac's fuck-toy and he wanted nothing more. Setting a new, slower, rhythm, Mac began thrusting in and out once more. This time, each inward thrust pushed down deeper into Cheese's throat. Between thrusts, Cheese gulped down air. Saliva mixed with precum dribbled down his throat. Mac was getting fiercer, the thrusts coming faster. Cheese knew it would not be long now.
With a trembling thrust and a deep howl, Mac hilted entirely into Cheese's throat. There, he began thrusting over and over, pulling back no more than an inch each time. Cheese couldn't breathe, but breathing could wait. He could feel Mac's glans flaring, swelling deep inside his neck. Mac's flare gripped his throat tightly from within, the thrusting only serving to push and pull him, wrapped around Mac's cock.
Thick, heavy cum filled Cheese's throat, forcing its way down into his belly with no place else to go. Cheese shuddered from the sensation - though he had not ejaculated, the feeling was orgasmic. His belly filled up, stuffed full of Mac's seed before the larger stallion's flare died down. As it did, the trapped pressure forced a wave of back-flow up Cheese's throat, filling his mouth with cum until it dribbled down the sides. Mac pulled his now softer, but still half-mast stallionhood from Cheeses throat, and let the party pony sink to the ground, gasping for air and grinning from ear to ear.
Mac stepped back, bringing his face around to Cheese's own. He surprised the smaller stallion by pulling him into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, his seed swirling between their mouths as they embraced. After moments, he pulled away, gulping down a mouthful and smiling gently.
"Wouldya like t' come up to mah room? Ah reckon ah could take this afternoon off."
Cheese could only nod, wide-eyed at the thought of what the mighty farmer could have planned…
