"It's really not much, just big!" Exclaimed Applejack as she swept her foreleg across the scenery that was Sweet Apple Acres. "A whole lot of land for all the apple trees." True to her word, bountiful fields of trees stretched over the hilly land, spread out as far as the eyes could see.

"But that's the beauty in it, Applejack. It doesn't try to be grand, it just is! All these field of Apple trees, in their neat rows, spreading all over! It's glorious," Trenderhoof levitated his notebook out, jotting down various notes.

Applejack looked over at the city slicker, a sense of confusion radiated from her expression, "Uh huh." A flicker of alabaster white over Trenderhoof's shoulder caught her eye, she flicked her eyes back to him. He was still focused solely on his notebook.

"Uh, Trend, Ah'll be right back. You just keep doin' what you're doin'," Applejack trotted off, chasing after Rarity.

"Mm hmm, sure thing AJ," he muttered absent mindedly. His gentle magic flipped the book closed, and tucked it into his sweater pocket. Trenderhoof took a big breath of air, letting the clean, clear air fill his lungs.

He let it out, gazing at the serene environment, before looking around confused, "Applejack? Where'd you go?" Trend looked about, trying to find the orange country gal.

"Applejack? Oh well," Trend double checked his notebook and walked down the hill passing under the trees. His head swiveled from left to right as he took in all the sights, the sounds, even the smells as he breathed. The soft scent of apples, mostly overpowered by the raw smell of the trees themselves, wafted across his senses.

Totally lost, Trenderhoof just wandered aimlessly, letting his hooves take him which way wherever. The sun was high in the sky, causing no reasons to hurry.

It wasn't long before he stumbled upon the resonating sound of thunks. Like something hard hitting wood.

"That sounds like Apple Bucking!" Trenderhoof began trotting swiftly, sure he had found Applejack.

What he found was not the orange country mare.

Hard, conditioned after years of work, hind hooves shot out and collided with the tree. The tree itself didn't shake at all, but the red apples on the branches swung slightly before dropping off. Clear sweat dripped down his red pelt, the pelt and fur that was strung tight over his muscled flank.

Huge flank muscles roiled and coiled under his skin, launching his hind legs for another strike on a different tree. Same results, apples fell into waiting baskets. Big Macintosh was hardly breathing heavily, that being said, his lungs still forcefully hauled a massive quantity of air through his mouth, causing him to inhale like a bellows.

Golden hair flicked sweat off his forehead, an act born of constant use and habit. His short blonde hair was cut specifically to that length for just this, to flick sweat before it got to his eyes. His sprig of wheat flickered across his face, switching sides as he heaved a basket of apples up. Bulges contorted his skin in tantalizing fashion, promising strength and power.

Big Macintosh's pelt was slightly damp from sweat, and bits of red dirt was dusted on his hooves.

Trenderhoof was entrapped by the display of the sexy hunk performing in front of him. Cause feelings much like the ones he felt towards Applejack mere moments ago.

No, this couldn't be happening. There was no way that he, Trenderhoof, was getting turned on by a stallion!

Another thunk, preformed by the red sexy, caused more apples to fall. After the brief cascade, Big Macintosh finally seemed to notice Trenderhoof, who meekly waved.

The huge red hunk seemed to appraise the smaller counterpart, eyes roving across the city slicker. Trenderhoof blushed slightly at him, edging closer to a tree.

Try as he might, Trenderhoof could not take his eyes off him. He sent his eyes to the ground, desperate to stop staring, but they slowly climbed back up.

The red dirt still dusted Macintosh's hooves, and his mildly unkempt fetlocks. Strong, sturdy legs oozed a country toughness through the crimson pelt. His barrel chest rising and falling as he breathed the soft country air. The huge flanks were toned to hell from working since a young age, probably. Sculpted flanks promising to carry a huge load or were perfect for massive thrusts...

No! Trenderhoof shook his head from side to side, trying to quell the lewd thoughts, not to mention the tingling from down down south. This is a stallion. You like mares, so what if he's sexy as hell, you are not attracted to the idea of getting railed by a stallion! And definitely not about being impaled upon his massive shaft, his heavy weight on your back as he swings slowly away, leaving you feeling empty before he rams it back inside you...

Trenderhoof's cheeks blushed furiously as he back pedaled again, bumping into the tree behind him. Head down, he refused to look at Big Macintosh, fully knowing what the cool air across his groin entailed.

He kept his head down, staring at the grass, until soft hoof steps sounded. And red hooves slid into his view of the ground.

Trend looked up, his eyes meeting encompassing green eyes. The red behemoth just gazed back at him, silently.

This caused a moment of confusion for the poor hipster, but when he felt his cock swing in the breeze, he realized that there wasn't actually much to be said by either party.

"Uh, um, hi?" Stuttered out Trend, Macintosh's face was less than two hoof spaces away.

Macintosh said nothing. Strong and silent to the awkward end apparently.

"Uh, sorry. I was just looking for Applejack and uh, found you... So..." Big Macintosh seemed content to be silent.

"Yeah," Trend managed a nervous look around, "I'll just leave you..."

Macintosh spoke, startling Trend, "Ya ever been with a stallion?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"N-no, I'm not even attracted to them!" He insisted.

The country colt leaned to the right, looking at the denier's crotch, while Trend shut his eyes in shame. "Seems ya little friend there just begs to differ." His eye brow was still cocked up as he put extra emphasis on the word.

Trenderhoof looked at him, they were nearly the same height, with the edge going to the red pony. Despite that, Macintosh was just so much bigger than him. He oozed strength, as if he could tow a house with no problem. While Trend was tall and skinny, Macintosh certainly earned his nickname of Big Macintosh.

"Yeah, sorry, I. Uh, was just thinking about a mare I was with last night, that makes sense, right?"

"Sure does."

"I'm totally not gay."

"If ya say so."

"I'm not!"

Big Macintosh smirked, and closed the gap between them. Rough lips crashed against him, and Trenderhoof's eyes flew wide. He opened his mouth, pulling back as well, but that was a mistake. Macintosh pushed forward, and thrust his tongue into the city slickers mouth. His firm attack took no quarter on his mumbled protests as he dueled Trend's tongue.

Macintosh smiled to himself as he felt the skinny stallion began pushing back against him.

Trenderhoof was startled, to say the least. But his thinking brain shut down to his ministrations, and raw instinct took over, trying to force the country colt back into his own mouth.

Mac was having none of that, his heavy tongue easily stopping him and forcing it back. Big Macintosh pushed harder, bumping his chest into Trenderhoof, threatening to knock him off balance. The red Goliath pushed again, shoving the thinner stallion onto his back.

Now Trenderhoof was at Macintosh's mercy, as he was completely pinned by the hooves on both sides of his head, and his head legs splayed wide by strong bucking hind hooves.

The large stallion broke the torrent, giving Trend a chance to breath. Trenderhoof hungrily gulped air, as he locked violent violet eyes with gentle green ones. Big Macintosh was still breathing easy, while Trend was breathless, it seemed nothing tired this mass of muscle. “I take it you enjoyed that,” murmured Mac.

Trenderhoof wanted nothing more than to follow his dick, which was doing its damnedest to stab Macintosh, and blare out, “OH CELESTIA YES” He opened his mouth to do it, and drew air into his lungs to propel the shout into open air. When a vision of Applejack bending over in front of him stopped his brain.

“Uhh, no. I did not enjoy that…” mumbled Trenderhoof. He straightened his glasses, having been knocked askew.

He expected yelling, or a snort, or some sort of harassment from the giant stallion, who still had him pinned, and who’s face still hovered mere centimeters over his. Instead, all Trend received was a cocked eyebrow. Macintosh lifted a hind leg off and looked down, making it obvious who was sporting the raging erection from the impromptu make out session. The country colt’s own cock had yet to even leave its sheath, merely a fat and flat head peeking out.

“That’s just because you caught me off guard,” insisted the stuttering city slicker, eliciting an amused grunt from Macintosh.

“Ah’ll remember that, as Ah do this,” he rumbled in response. Macintosh eased off Trenderhoof’s chest and slid down the skinnier stallion, nipping his green pelt, leaving dark spots. Macintosh’s fore hooves placed themselves on the inside of Trend’s thighs, and pushed them down, and apart. Trenderhoof wiggled his hips in a meek attempt of resistance.

Macintosh now knelt between the supine stallion’s hind legs, now possessing a very personal upfront view of Trenderhoof’s tall and proud staff of meat.

He smirked at the resistant stallion, who meekly shook his head at what was surely about to happen. Completely ignoring the rational thinking wishes, and more focused on the primal ones, Macintosh laid his tongue out, and drug it up the shaft from the medial ring. The stallion’s fuckstick was a bit like him, tall and proud, while kind of on the slim side. Not that that’d be an issue for Macintosh.

The rough, and heavy tongue that had just been dueling Trenderhoof’s now caused an indescribable sensation as it reached the head. The country colt flicked the nimble tip under the head’s lip and jerking upwards, as he lashed it across the flat tip. Trend certainly cried out as the tongue began tracing skillful maneuvers across the tip, and as Macintosh’s lips closed around the head. Fiery warmth enveloped his dick’s head as Macintosh coated it with more saliva, still lashing his tongue across the super sensitive surface, even going as far to poke in Trenderhoof’s cum tube, barely managing any of his thick tongue in but nonetheless providing lightning to arc down the cock and rocket through the stallion.

Trenderhoof was panting heavily now, and moaning as the rough tongue wrapped around his head like a whip for the umpteenth time. Big Macintosh smiled to himself, happy to hear the product of his ministrations, and that he knew what was coming next.

Macintosh pulled off a bit, suckling on the tip, before opening his mouth a tad and slowly began taking down Trenderhoof’s slender pole. The city slicker’s mouth was agape, and one hoof scrabbled at the ground in pure bliss, while the other found the back of Macintosh’s head. The slender pony tried to cram more of his eager cock in the heavenly warm mouth, but try as he might, his hoof was no match for the hardened muscles Macintosh possessed. Who for his part smiled around the throbbing fuckflesh at the attempt to rush him, but he would go his own pace.

He backed off the few inches he had taken, maybe a mere third of the cock, and suckled on the tip again while his tongue escaped his lips and scrapped along the underside of the pulsating pony penis. Trenderhoof cooed in delight at the fierce sucking on his tip, before yelling out as Macintosh suddenly swallowed half of the towering phallus. The red lips edged over his medial ring, forcing the tall shaft in, the flat head bumping the back of Mac’s throat.

Trenderhoof groaned from the pent up tension inside his shaft when Macintosh eased it out, tongue dancing across every surface on the way. Fierce suction pulled on his dick entirely as the country colt bobbed his head slowly. All this was done with only his muzzle, and it was driving Trenderhoof crazy. He wanted to thrash his hind legs, but Macintosh had those penned down and oh how he wished Mac would use those hooves elsewhere on Trend. His own fore hooves were busy bracing himself on the ground and griping the back of his red head, trying to pull him further down his shaft to no avail.

Total heat resonating from Macinosh's mouth as he slowly worked back down, lips sealed tightly around him. Trenderhoof muttered incoherently as his tall shaft met the back of the mouth, and the lips sealed over his medial ring again. Trenderhoof strained his rump against the ground, trying to thrust the rest of his impressive length down his throat, but Macintosh's rock solid forelegs were placed on the inside of his thighs and effortlessly kept them grounded and spread.

A pearl of precum oozed out into Macintosh's throat, and his tongue lapped and smeared it around as he withdrew the tall shaft back to the tip. Macintosh's tongue flicked across the head, wicking away any more pre and tickling the tip of Trend's urethra.

Macintosh suckled on the tip, fiercely pulling up on Trenderhoof's dick without breaking his lip seal. Trend cried out as the thick tongue wrapped around the head and grinded its rough surface against the sensitive flesh.

Trenderhoof didn't know how long he was going to last. A bit longer than normal as Macintosh was denying him any chance at thrusting, but the red stallion's mouth was to die for, and it was only his mouth! No hooves assisting with jerking him off, merely holding him still. Macintosh worked his mouth over what he had swallowed already, coaxing more pre out from the cum spout.

Trenderhoof was holding back, not wanting this to end. Big Mac withdrew the spit coated shaft and focused on the head again. Lashing tongue dragging back and forth.

Macintosh suddenly breathed out around his cock, expelling air from his lungs as he began taking pony meat into his mouth. His lips overlapped the medial ring again, and then Trenderhoof thrashed around as he felt the cock head pop into a super tight tunnel.

Macintosh's throat squeezed the tip as tight as it could, before slowly, Mac began to deep throat all of Trenderhoof's fourteen inches.

Trenderhoof threw his head back, assaulted by sensations. The red nose bumped his crotch and the city slicker's eyes flew open, and looked down.

Macintosh looked back up at him, cock still lodged in his throat. He backed out a few inches and dropped back down, convulsing his throat on the phallus. Macintosh's tongue still dragged on the underside of the deep throated dick.

Trenderhoof groaned aloud, closing his eyes as Mac dragged the lengthy dick all the way out to the tip, before steadily swallowing it all again.

Macintosh continued this, the full thrusts using his muzzle, massaging with his mouth, throat, and tongue. And Trenderhoof judged closer to the edge with each deep throat thrust.

The country colt continued the pace, never speeding up, content to get him off slowly while Trenderhoof thrashed around in pleasure.

Soon, oh so soon he thought to himself as he watched the red maw swallow his shaft yet again with an expertise that was uncanny.

That cliff suddenly came rushing up to Trenderhoof, and he felt the churning in his balls signify it. He yelled out, not sure in release or in warning. The raging torrent reached the base of his dick...

We're it slammed into a brick wall.

The torrent of cum died down as fast as it was going to launch when Macintosh suddenly withdrew the tall tower fully. Then the country colt stood up, leaving Trenderhoof with an aching rod.

"Wait, wha?" He muttered semi coherently.

Macintosh smiled back at him, "Well, if ya aren't gay, then Ah guess you won't be in the barn tonight, at the moon's zenith, to finish up. Now will ya?" With that, the ref stallion stood up, and trotted off.

Leaving a very sexually frustrated hipster behind.

Author's Note

So, yeah, I'm not dead.
Hope y'all enjoyed this little bit, and if you did, don't hesitate to continue on to chapter two!