Between Two Nuts and a Hard Place

Caramel, in contrast to pretty much the entire Apple family, was something of a late riser. On her days off, Applejack would be up at the break of dawn regardless, more than ready to seize the day. Meanwhile, Caramel would have been equally as happy to snuggle up against his pillow, curled up in his blankets like a caterpillar, and ignore the daylight outside his blinds.

As tired as he’d felt last night, it would have been little wonder if he’d slept in late. He gladly would have, too—save for one tiny problem.

It was rather difficult to stay asleep when the ground itself was shifting beneath your body.

Caramel groaned sleepily. He tried to push his head more firmly between the soft “pillows” he’d been resting it on. His eyes fluttered—then opened wide when he felt his “bed” shake again.

Crap. Right. Caramel darted to his hooves the instant after he remembered just who—rather than what—he’d been sleeping on. A plain of red fur stretched out all around him; a half-inch beneath his chin, the tufts of fur he’d believed to be “pillows” bounced a bit, the hair on Mac’s chest molded around the form of a little sleeping stallion.

Mac was shifting, groaning. His hooves tightened around the sheets, and Caramel saw his eyelids crack open a sliver. Part of him wanted to stay, to be found—and yet some other part of him wanted to scramble for cover. That other part wanted to hide, to avoid confronting Big Macintosh for a little while longer—and perhaps even to indulge in a few of the lewder possibilities opened up by being a speck on a titanic stud’s body.

Caramel had scant seconds to make up his mind. Big Macintosh yawned, his eyes squeezing shut. The sight of that vast maw opening up before him triggered a flight response in his animalistic hindbrain. Big Mac might have been a friend, but he was also currently a massive, impossibly strong giant of a beast that could crush Caramel like a bug.

That got him moving. In the sliver of time before Big Mac’s eyes could open fully, Caramel darted for cover. He wiggled his way beneath the sheets and slid into a particularly welcoming “cavern” just behind the big stallion’s thigh. He held his breath, his heart beating quickly as he felt the blankets shifting above him.

“Ah, darn.” Big Mac’s rich, rumbling voice was a comfort that Caramel was surprised to find he’d needed. It was, admittedly, muffled through the layers of fabric. It was a faraway, booming voice, which came as no surprise given the sheer difference in size between them now. “Looks like you had a fun night, didn’tcha Lil’ Mac?”

Lil’ Mac? Caramel would have snickered if it hadn’t been so adorable. And if he hadn’t been hiding. He wasn’t really in any place to judge, anyway. After all, he was even littler than Lil’ Mac.

Much littler.

There came a soft padding sound, as though Mac were stroking his sticky shaft. “Gone and ruined another set of sheets,” Mac grumbled. “Fun dreams ain’t worth the mess.” He sighed. “Gonna have to clean those up.”

The blankets ruffled loudly. Caramel caught sight of Mac’s leg shifting across the mattress and, without thinking, grabbed a hold of the nearest tuft of fur. He clung to the side of the giant’s fetlock as Big Mac pulled himself out of bed. The impact of Mac’s hooves with the floor sent shockwaves through Caramel’s tiny body, leaving him holding on for dear life. Even the smallest, most innocent of actions could now hold larger-than-life consequences for Mac’s little passenger.

Each one of Mac’s hoofsteps boomed in Caramel’s ears. As the giant walked, Caramel pulled himself up and around his leg, grunting and heaving himself up each new tuft of fur. Not for the first time, he thanked Celestia silently that Big Mac was so fluffy. Plenty of hair meant plenty of hoof-holds for the tiny stallion to use.

With some effort, Caramel was able to pull himself up over the top of Mac’s thigh—and onto the broadside of his half-erect, flopping shaft. The leap would have sent Caramel tumbling to the floor, had he not clung on for dear life. A little squirming soon found him hugging Mac’s girth as the now-mostly hard cock bounced and swayed beneath him. After that, holding on was, if not easy, a little simpler. Even the sticky remnants of last night’s pleasures worked for him, strands of Mac’s lust keeping him stuck as tightly as any glue. Caramel took a deep breath, inhaling Mac’s morning scent and loving it. Behind him, he could hear Mac’s hefty nuts bouncing with him, plump spheres smacking against each other with every step.

Every time Big Mac’s stallionhood smacked against his thigh, Caramel slid his hooves a little tighter around the bottom of the big stallion’s flare, grinding his own crotch against the mammoth meat beneath him. He enjoyed watching Mac’s flared head bounce and sway before him; even his tip alone was bigger than Caramel was. The tiny stallion felt a familiar arousal rising inside of him, and squeaked happily as he rubbed himself along Mac’s shaft to his heart’s content. At one point, Mac actually stopped and groaned softly. Caramel froze, stiffening as the fat shaft throbbed in his grasp. Thankfully, Big Mac seemed to chalk the sensations on his shaft up to standard morning wood, or perhaps some remnants of last night’s wet dream. Whatever the case, little Caramel was more than happy to remain undiscovered, and took the time to get himself comfortable.

Each step sent Mac’s member slapping against the big stallion’s belly, squishing poor Caramel against his fuzzy belly and pressing him harder against the oversized meat beneath him. He could actually feel Mac’s distant heartbeat through his belly...then much, much closer. The sensation was easily a dozen times as strong, the powerful throb of Mac’s lust travelling through his stiffening cock. Caramel himself might have been a little sore by the end of his trip, but the dreamy, satisfied look on his face made it clear that he was certainly enjoying himself.

It was hard not to. Everywhere, no matter which way he turned, Caramel looked, saw, felt, and breathed Big Mac. The big red stallion was his entire world: his cock was the Earth, and his furry red belly the sky. Each time Caramel’s muzzle was forced against the soft, musky fur of Mac’s underbelly, he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the big stallion’s scent. Big Macintosh was an alpha stallion, and his musk let Caramel know it. The tiny Caramel’s new world smelled like sweat, testosterone, cum...and perhaps a faint trace of apples. He felt himself drowning in Big Mac’s presence, losing himself in a world owned and dominated by the titan’s huge, muscled body.

Because of that, though, Caramel’s vision down there was...limited. He could barely see over the sides of the mammoth member, too occupied with holding on to do much sightseeing. Only the click of a light switch told him they’d entered a new room; only the sudden fwoosh of a waterfall informed him that they’d entered the bathroom. When Big Mac stepped over the side of the bathtub into the shower, Caramel heard the rush of water hitting his broad shoulders—and then watched with awe as a pair of waterfalls fell down Mac’s sides into the tub below.

The water tension allowed droplets of moisture to run down Mac’s shaft and belly, beads and rivulets of water quickly cleaning the tiny stallion off. Fortunately, the pressure was fairly manageable; even with each of the drops coming up to half the size of his hoof, Caramel was able to wash off most of the stickiness from last night’s fun fairly quickly. Still, he was a bit reluctant to do so. He wasn’t sure he wanted to wash last night’s fun away, to cleanse himself of Mac’s addicting scent. Then again, it hardly mattered anyway. He was powerless to stop even droplets of water now—if Mac wanted to be clean for the morning, Caramel certainly wasn’t big enough to get a say in the matter.

Big Mac hummed as he washed himself, scrubbing himself with a soap bar that Caramel could only see in his mind. When Mac started to lean back, though, Caramel knew instantly that something was wrong.

Oh, no—Mac was going to clean off his dick.

He had to hide. Quickly. As the plane of Mac’s cock tilted upward, Caramel’s gaze switched from side to side before alighting on the plump, black ballsack a few inches beneath him. He slid down Mac’s shaft, the member slick with water, and landed with an undignified “oof” on the surface of one of the orbs. Just as Big Mac sat down fully on his haunches, Caramel darted beneath the base of his shaft, losing himself in the shadow of Mac’s cock.

Then—oof. A vast, crushing pressure. Caramel grunted, pressing himself tighter into the crevice between the oversized testicles beneath him. There had been plenty of room last night...but only after Mac’s copious orgasms, which had no doubt put out enough seed to satisfy the needy hunky stallion. Now, though, they’d had a whole night to churn up a new batch of cum, and were definitely a few sizes bigger than Caramel remembered...and with that much less space available to boot. Caramel found himself pushed down, his tiny body sinking into Mac’s plump, musky nutsack as the enormous shaft above him was pressed forward.

“Still hard,” he heard Mac rumble. “Time to take care of you again, I s’pose.”

Caramel could have squealed with joy as he felt twin impacts send the rock-hard shaft shuddering against his body. Instead, though, his lungs were too tightly compacted to allow him to do more than breathe; even that was a struggle, given that all he could breathe in this position was Mac’s full, overpowering musk, which was far too strong for even a good soaping to eliminate completely. Still, he felt his own, comparatively tiny erection chubbing up against the fat vein that wrapped around Mac’s base. He was trapped between Mac’s two nuts and his engorged, rock-hard cock—and Big Mac was about to start jerking off with him in there.

The resulting few minutes gave Caramel the ride of his life. Big Mac’s scent wrapped around him, holding him, owning him. The skin covering his massive cock and balls slid across Caramel’s tiny body, stimulating every point of his coat and driving him mad with lust. Knowingly or not, Big Mac had him under his total control—was using Caramel’s little body to jerk himself off. The very thought left Caramel hot and bothered, his cute little cock throbbing against Macintosh’s skyscraper of a stallionhood.

Soon, he heard Mac grunt. The thrusts and smacks of the giant shaft stopped—and its girth bulged out. Caramel whimpered as his hooves were stretched apart. He could hear each messy splat of Big Mac’s spunk against the side of the tub, each splurt of jizz firing off from his throbbing flare. He didn’t just hear Mac’s orgasm, though—he felt every second of it, magnified a hundred times in intensity. The rolling bulge of every spurt felt like a stroke against his cock, each new load of spunk pressing Caramel’s erection tighter against his stomach. It was a very physical reminder that Mac’s simple morning orgasm was already putting out more right now than Caramel himself could in a month. The little stallion moaned cutely, letting the sheer weight and friction of Mac’s spasming erection bring him to his own climax. At the last second, Mac hefted his shaft away from his balls, letting Caramel’s own orgasm fire off over the side.

Still moaning, Caramel watched the tiny droplets of his own cum mix with the thick cream of Mac’s own orgasm. He bit his lip, watching his pleasure mix with Big Mac’s as both of them mixed with the warm water before swirling down into the drain. A soft whine of satisfaction escaped him, followed by a squeak of panic as Big Mac made to stand up once again. Only his quick reflexes put him back in position, clinging hazily to the fat, black horsecock beneath him as Macintosh toweled off.

A smile crossed Caramel’s face as Big Mac made his way out of the bathroom, each thump of his hooves against the floor sending vibrations through the tiny body below. He clung even tighter around Mac’s flare. His body swayed with Mac’s cock, each wet slap of the undried shaft against the big stallion’s belly squishing Caramel again. But the little stallion didn’t mind one bit.

Still slightly damp, but once more satisfied, Caramel hugged Mac’s cock and let the giant stallion lead him out into the day.

If there was one thing that the Apple family did, it was buck apples.

Now, there was labor beyond that, of course. Apple Bloom tended to the little vegetable patch right outside of the barn. Applejack oversaw all cider and pastry production. And Big Mac—well, it had surprised Caramel when he’d found out just how good the big stallion was at balancing the family’s ledgers. He may have had a big, bulky body, but there was anything between Big Macintosh’s ears but air. He was like a dream, really: a big, sturdy hunk of a stallion, but as quick as a whip, too. The full package.

Even so, applebucking was a family tradition. And with a set of legs like Big Macintosh had, it was also a daily chore. Caramel had tried, once, and wound up tired and exhausted, with barely a basketful of apples to show for it. His slender, effeminate body was just far too weak to output the force required. Meanwhile, he’d once seen Big Mac actually topple an old tree by bucking it too hard. A smile curved Caramel’s muzzle, and he hugged Big Mac’s flank a little tighter. He could feel the muscles moving, shifting beneath the skin, an ocean of strength and power mere hairs away. It was his to hold onto, now.

Then again, that was probably because if he hadn’t been holding on, he would have been falling off. Caramel had managed to climb up to Big Mac’s back, reluctantly foregoing the other stallion’s big, musky shaft for a more accommodating view from the top. Thankfully, he was small enough that Mac didn’t seem to notice the weight, nor would he have likely noticed him upon glancing back. The little stallion was just too...well, little.

When Big Mac turned around to unhitch himself from the cart he’d brought along to carry the harvest, Caramel quickly hopped off. He hid behind one of the cart’s walls, shrinking back as Mac’s shadow swept over him. Once he was sure that the big stallion had moved away, he poked his head out again, more than ready to enjoy the show.

He’d watched Big Mac buck apples before. Once or twice, he’d lost himself a bit, staring longingly at Mac’s big, strong body pounding away at the apple trees—and wishing with a blush that he was the one being pounded, albeit in an entirely different way. Always, though, Applejack would come along, or Big Mac would see him staring and cough, or grunt, or do something else to break his focus, leaving him feeling awkward and embarrassed.

Now, though, there was no way he’d be noticed—at the size of a mouse, Caramel was just far too tiny for Big Mac to pay attention to. Thus, he was free—and happy—to ogle, watching the big stallion work as he leaned against the seasoned wood of the apple cart.

Big Macintosh was built like a tank, and each tree he bucked more than showed it. The trunk would shake, the branches fluttering as though caught in a hurricane’s winds. The raw power packed in Big Mac’s bulky frame was incredible. Caramel watched the muscles rippling around Mac’s shoulders, flexing in his haunches—and, oh, what haunches they were. Wide, powerful, and as strong as steel. He shivered. Already, he felt a longing in his chest to feel those flanks again: to grope them, to stretch his tiny hooves out to cover just one of those massive Cutie Marks, to grind himself against the landscape of Mac’s flank.

Another thud. A shower of apples fell into the baskets placed around the tree. A shudder of voyeuristic pleasure went up Caramel’s spine as he watched Mac’s flaccid stallionhood shake and jiggle with the vibrations. His own cock was slowly starting to creep up against his belly, stiffening with each new lewd thought. A faint blush crossed Caramel’s face. With a happy sigh, he slumped forward, watching Big Mac intently and softly stroking his erection.

Oh, the things he would let Mac use him for, if only he got the chance to offer. Caramel licked his lips, unable to decide between that magnificent flank...and that monstrous cock. Even at his normal size, he’d dreamed of offering his body up for Mac’s pleasure, fantasies of the big stallion’s domination flitting through his thoughts. His slender, effeminate body would twist and writhe in bed, his plump, wide-set hips squirming as he imagined Big Mac pressing him to the bed.

Mac would nip his ear, he imagined, his stallionhood pressing against Caramel’s tight entrance as his hooves squeezed the femmy stallion’s shoulders. His girth alone would make Caramel squeal. Big Mac would brush his muzzle across Caramel’s cheek, his voice low and throaty and controlling, preparing his little mare for the rutting to come. Caramel would moan cutely—he would protest at first, but would of course give in soon enough. He would whimper, he would plead, he would whine, begging for his tight little ass to be stuffed full with a real stallion’s cock—

He’d woken up to sticky sheets more than once following that particular dream...though not nearly as sticky as Mac’s had been. The blush on his cheeks deepening, Caramel hugged his erection to his chest and let his thoughts drift toward his current situation.

He had been conflicted about his smaller size earlier. Now, though, he was beginning to see the advantages. Caramel shivered with anticipation. Before, Macintosh could have pinned him down easily. Now, though, it would take but a hoof—or a broad, heavy shaft—pressing over his chest, the weight alone enough to hold him down to the ground. Caramel could squirm all he wanted, but even his greatest efforts would no longer be enough to overcome Mac’s laziest, simplest exertions. In a world of giants, he was already powerless—and Big Macintosh was a titan. Caramel licked his lips, realizing that he was panting slightly. A small drop of pre had beaded at his tip, smearing against his chest fur.

But that was thinking too small. He was small—and just being held down was possibly the least inventive thing he could come up with. Caramel grew a bit breathier, his eyes dilating as he pondered upon the possibilities his new size afforded him. Why, just one of Big Mac’s balls—those lovely, plump, massive testicles—was more than three times his size! What would it be like, he wondered, to awake each morning to a literal cum-bath, a flood of hot stallion jism that he could easily drown himself in? He could lather himself daily with Mac’s cream, doing his best to soap every crevice of his body with the big hunk’s liquid lust. Slathering his wide flank with Mac’s jizz, stroking his cheeks with gobs of spunk—oh, he wouldn’t stop until every part of him was saturated in his alpha stallion’s arousal.

To rub himself against Mac’s cock once more, to hug and squeeze it, even as Mac himself jerked off. To know that even his toughest efforts were outdone by Mac’s own skillful, massive hoof—and to enjoy the benefits of the giant’s release anyway? Caramel’s boner throbbed as he pictured a tiny stallion, once tan but now painted white, his fur thick and sticky and a happy, loopy grin on his face. To lose himself in Big Mac’s pleasure—was there any greater reward?

Unwittingly, Caramel had edged over to the very edge of the apple cart, his whole body craning forward to get the very best view. He couldn’t help it; watching Big Mac’s body work was a sensual experience for him. Those shifting muscles, that earth-flecked mane… Something about Big Macintosh’s body was just so primally male that the femmy colt found himself unable to resist. Sweat dripped down Big Mac’s forehead, beading on his muzzle as his powerful muscles readied themselves for the next tree.

So caught up in his erotic imaginings, Caramel soon found himself scarcely paying attention to the world around him at all. Big Mac could crush him beneath his flank. He could force Caramel to pleasure his tight, puffy ring with all four limbs—and push Caramel’s tiny body inside of himself afterwards. His cockslit, fat and round and drooling precum, would make the perfect fuckhole for a tiny stallion cock. Caramel’s tiny shaft would simply slide in, his passage eased by the slick precum covering the walls. Each throb of blood through Mac’s massive cock would squeeze his own miniscule member, less being fucked than fucking him, those powerful muscles drawing him in hungrily for their own pleasure.

There was a clunk in the front of the cart. A shadow dropped across the back. His eyes fluttering shut, his soft moans breathy and muffled, Caramel didn’t initially realize just how exposed he was until it was already too late.

The shadow was coming over him, blotting out the sun entirely. His eyes shooting open, Caramel saw a vast red planet descending on him from above. It took him a moment to register that one of his fantasies was coming true. It took him another moment to register that Mac didn’t even know he was there.

Panic bubbled up in his throat. Caramel’s brain wasted no time calculating or reasoning: there was a massive, heavy object descending upon him and it was going to crush him to death he had to GO GO GO—

He instinctively threw himself forward. His tiny hooves worked frantically, pushing off of the cart’s bottom as hard as they could. Caramel saw himself clear the edge of the enormous flank—that massive, muscular, beautiful flank—and mentally relaxed. He was—

A pair of massive weights thumped down onto his body.

—safe.

Caramel gasped for air, and received almost none. His world went dark, his belly and chin pressed against the wooden cart’s floor. With some squirming, he managed to twist himself onto his back, his still-needy erection pushing against the heavy, stifling—

—soft surface above him.

A quick calculation told him just where he was. It may have been completely dark, but Caramel’s blush deepened all the same. He may have missed Big Mac’s butt—but he’d been pinned beneath the stallion’s large testicles instead. He gulped, unsure of whether to be aroused or terrified. One twitch of Big Mac’s leg would have him crushed like a bug...and yet he’d never been harder in his life.

As Caramel squirmed, unsure of whether he was trying to escape or get off, he heard Mac’s deep voice rumbling through the twin orbs atop him.

“Whew. Should be good on those.”

Caramel just squirmed all the harder. His tiny body rubbed against Mac’s nutsack, the warm skin piling up around his sides. The heat was stifling, the scent unbearable. Down here, trapped beneath Mac’s balls, Caramel found himself losing his mind to sex. The big stallion’s musk permeated his every fiber of being: his lungs, his fur, his very brain.

And the cum—oh, Celestia the cum. Each jerk of Caramel’s little body rocked Mac’s fat nuts gently against his thighs. Caramel could hear the sea of seed sloshing just above him, the weight of Mac’s churning nuts keeping him pressed down as easily as an insect. Caramel whimpered, giving into temptation as he began to hump against the cum-laden orbs above him, squirming and jerking with a frenzy that he could scarcely understand.

The weight above him was intensifying—that sense of easy, utter, crushing domination wrapped itself around Caramel’s body until it was ready to snap him like a twig. The reason why revealed itself soon enough: Mac’s cock was growing, stretching upward and filling out with arousal. Caramel could feel it throb, a steady thrum-thrum that sent his whole body trembling. “Well, shoot,” Mac rumbled, his voice distorted through the twin cum-carrying orbs between them. “Somepony’s needy today.”

Caramel could have squealed with delight at the first tremors. Instead, he continued to hump, twisting and squirming against Mac’s weighty nutsack. The vast stores of cum sloshing above him drove him mad with need. Far away, as if from another world, he could hear the slick strokes of Mac’s hoof against his engorged shaft. He pictured Mac jerking himself off, driven to arousal and desire by the tiny motions of Caramel’s “escape.”

“‘Mel,” Mac grunted. “Nff. Oh, you’re just so tight.” A grunt. “Bet a mare like you has never gotten to take a real cock, ain’tcha?”

Yes, Caramel wanted to scream. Yes, yes, yes. His hips bucked and twisted, his whole body rocking with the weight of Mac’s weighty orbs. If he’d had the air in his lungs to say it, if he’d had the strength of voice to shout it, he would have screamed to the heavens in reply. Make me your mare, he would have shouted. Use me, rut me, fill me. Fuck me until I’m filled with spunk and then fuck me again. Hold me down and—

Above him, the pressure momentarily relented. Caramel could hear the splurting of Big Mac’s orgasm, could feel the jizz rushing up his nuts, could feel what felt like hundreds of gallons of seed churning within his plump, fuzzy balls as he came to release. The sensation brought Caramel to his climax, his tiny body bucking as he released his load all over a half-inch area of Mac’s nutsack.

The faraway sound of Mac’s satisfied grunts was like music to his ears. Finally, Caramel let his body relax, allowing the weight of Big Mac’s nuts spread over him once more. He breathed heavily, greedily inhaling lungfuls of the big stallion’s musky, sweaty scent. That morning shower was already a distant memory, it seemed. Mac’s natural animal scent had easily reasserted itself.

Once more, far away, he heard Mac’s grunt. “Nggh. Now that’s good.” The giant body shifted a bit, squishing Caramel beneath it. “Almost wish...he woulda been here.”

If Caramel had been blushing before, he was completely red now. His heart raced, his thoughts swirling in his head as he imagined Big Mac blushing as well, his gaze drifting across the orchard as he searched for a cute little stallion to rut.

It’s me, he wanted to shout, wanted to moan. I’m here. I’m here! Find me! Fuck me! Use me!

But, squished as he was beneath Big Mac’s balls, he was powerless to shout a word, let alone move. Finally, Caramel gave up, his little chest heaving with exertion. Every time he exhaled, he could feel the liquid weight of Mac’s testicles smooshing down on him.

When Big Mac got up a minute or so later, Caramel felt a strong sort of suction pulling him with it. A beat later, he found himself blinking up at daylight once more—and found his tiny body imprinted on the plump surface of Mac’s nutsack. He sighed, then leaned forward to rest his head.

Eventually, he told himself, he’d need to climb back up onto Mac’s back or haunches or risk falling off. Eventually, he knew, he’d have to get Mac’s attention and come clean—or else risk being lost in a world a hundred times too big for him.

But for now… His nostrils flared, taking in Mac’s rich, musky scent one more time. His tiny body swung with Mac’s hefty balls, each slap of the sloshing orbs against a thigh sending vibrations through Caramel’s very bones. Far above him, Mac’s taint led up to a vast, puckered ring, which clenched with every other step  Caramel sighed happily, staring dreamily up at it. For now, at least, he could just enjoy the view.