Shitty IRC Clopfics

"Heya, Big Mac," Carmine stated walking into the barn.

Big Mac nodded in response, he was standing at the far end of the barn lifting some heavy crates full of apples that needed to be shipped out the following morning. Yesterday he had asked if Carmine wanted to help him out and being the good friend that he was, the dark-grey stallion agreed.

"So... what do you need me to do?" Carmine asked, walking forwards.

"Move the crates from the front there, to the back here."

"Alright," Carmine trotted to the front, and picked up the crate nearest to him.

Now it is a well known fact that one does not simple take the bottom most crate in a stack. In fact, one does not take any object from the bottom of any stack. Such an act is quite perplexing to those who understand the fundamentals of physics and gravity. Perhaps Carmine wasn't thinking straight, it was a well-known fact that he was always trying to impress Big Mac at any chance he got.

"Watch out!" Big Macintosh shouted as the stack of crates started to tip over. Luckily he had pulled Carmine away from the crates as they came toppling down. It fell across the front of the barn blocking the barn doors.

"Oh no! We're trapped! I'm so sorry, Big Mac," Carmine said, then looked up at the stallion's face. Big Mac was looking down at him in between his legs.

Carmine could feel his breath on his muzzle, his manly musk intoxicating him with a sudden roar of lust. Grabbing Big Mac's mane, he pulled his face closer to his and let their lips meet.

At first Big Mac fought against Carmine's sudden advance, but he had been taught certain skills, certain maneuvers with his lips that titillated Big Mac into opening his mouth, letting Carmine explore every inch of it. Never in his life had Big Mac been kissed that way, not even in his dreams. A faint scent of sour apples tantalized Carmine's taste-buds, and he searched for its source. Their tongues danced a ballet of seduction, as they slowly succumbed to their most primal of instincts.

Distracted by the euphoria of such a passionate osculation, Big Mac didn't feel Carmine's hooves starting to go lower and lower along his abdomen. But the time he realized what was going on, he did not want it to stop. Carmine expertly worked Big Mac's big mac (wink, wink, nudge, nudge), taking delicate care not to hurt it. Big Mac's member throbbed with expectation, but a quick and playful Carmine knew how to prolong his torture.

Wrapping his one hoof around Big Mac's big balls, he squeezed causing him to jerk upwards in pain. "What you do that for?" He growled.

Tenderly, Carmine placed the tip in his mouth, wrapping his tongue around the head, slowly taking as much as he could down his throat. The way he worked his mouth made Big Mac relax in another erotic-induced stupor. Seeing this, Carmine made his way down the shaft and started licking the two balls. He placed them in his mouth, and noticed how full they were.

"My, my," He said after releasing them, "Somepony's been saving up..."

Carmine retraced his tongue back up the length of the member, making sure that no other part of him touched the red Earth pony. He did this several times, always avoiding the 'sweet spot' on the penis.

"No more!" Big Mac shouted suddenly, and pushed Carmine over, pinning him down on one of the unbroken crates. He grabbed his tail, and pulled it upwards exposing anus.

Big Mac aimed his tip at the entrance and pushed hard. Carmine's saliva all over his cock so it slid it easily as he gasped in ecstasy, his body accepted the package.

"Deeper!" Carmine yelled, "Fuck me deeper!"

His fore-hooves gripped Carmine's sides as Big Mac pulled Carmine onto him, letting his arms guide the colt down the remaining distance of his massive organ. His powerful muscles lifted him up as he vigorously pumped mighty strokes. Each stroke filled Carmine, he could feel his belly filling up with Big Mac's huge manhood, he could feel it rub along his spine when he bent forwards, he could feel his body squeezing, willing, hoping and hungering for his ball-juice.

But Big Mac wasn't satisfied. He twisted the colt around his cock in mid-air and pressed him down on the crate pushing himself in and out of Carmine's ass repeatedly.

He let out a roar of ecstasy as Carmine felt his body accept his juices. It flowed into him, and he relished the feeling willing his body to suck and savor every drop. Carmine leaned forwards and kissed Big Mac on the lips.

"Now, wasn't that nice?" Carmine said, wiggling his flank up and down.

"Eeeyup."

"Wanna do it again?"

"Eeeyup!"

And so they did. And all was well in the world.