It was finally time, Braeburn's favourite event of the rodeo, the lasso. It was Braeburn's favourite event for two reasons; one, it was the last event of the day, and two, He got to see Big Macintosh wrangle his opponents with that rope of his. It was a poorly kept secret within the community that Braeburn had a thing for Big Mac, the wandering eyes making it all too apparent that the little golden pony wanted the Big red stallion. It seemed that the only pony who failed to see this was Big Mac himself, usually too preoccupied with work or helping others to pursue a relationship. Braeburn had always thought this strange, Big Mac could have anypony, the flowing locks of golden hair, the thighs that housed leg muscles capable of uprooting trees, and Braeburn's favourite feature, the large red apples hanging between Macintosh's legs. Braeburn knew that it was just a fantasy though. Why would the strong and virile hunk of a horse go for the weak excuse for a stallion when he had access to all the hot smokin flanks in Equestria?

Braeburn sighed forlornly, his formerly good mood ruined. He turned from the action and cheers, and slowly walked to the barn next to the registration booth. At the sight of the barn Braeburn recalled why he liked the lasso, the events of the day coming to a close meant the famous after party hosted and catered by the Apple family would begin. The cider, the food, Big Mac, its was all so delicious.

Braeburn pushed open the large double doors of the barn and was stunned in amazement, the apple family had really outdone themselves this time. The barn had been turned into a pop up bar fully fit with seating, games, decorations and most importantly, Apple family brand, hard cider. Braeburn seated himself at a table and waited for the ponies to start filing in when the final event of the day was finished. Braeburn heard the shouts and hollers of the crowd outside watching the event finish up, Braeburn however was busy thinking about his cousin , how he wished the stallion would grab Braeburn, mount the little sub and thrust his giant black co-

Unfortunately that's as far as Braeburn's mind would take him as a loud bout of laughter filled his ears as ponies strolled into the barn, each with smiles reaching from ear to ear on their faces. What grabbed Braeburn's attention however was the subject of his fantasies walk in and take position behind the bar, ready to serve. Braeburn walked over to the bar where the red stallion greeted him.

"Howdy, Brae" said the farmpony.

Despite only having just competed Big Mac was behind the bar, working diligently taking orders. Braeburn could still see the thin layer of sweat on Mac, emitting smell of pure masculinity. Braeburn's let go a breath he didn't know he was holding as he lost himself in the scent. So lost that he forgot to respond to Mac's greeting.

"You alright there, cuz?" asked a concerned Big Mac.

The deep baritone of Mac's voice shook Braeburn from his daydream. Only now noticing the blue ribbon adorned with '1st' proudly attached to his cousins trusty yoke.

"M'aright Big Mac, you did really good out there today!" replied that straw coloured earth pony.

"Eeyup!"

Braeburn and Mac chatted about their respective experience of the rodeo while Mac continued to serve ponies. Applejack was eyeing the conversation from afar when she thought she would do her brother a favour.

"Hey Macintosh, I got the bar from here, go and spend some time with your favourite cousin" The way Applejack said favourite offered no excuse as to the meaning. "I kin see a billiard table free, why dont you boys go have a few games?" Applejack then shoved a mug of cider in both Mac and Braeburn's hooves and ushered the stallions to the empty table with a devious smirk on her face.

Mac lifted himself into his hind hooves and rested his front half for extra stability, he lined up his stick, aiming at the spot between his cousins balls. *Crack* Mac's aim was good as he sent the black right between Braeburn's balls and into the hole behind them.

"Gee Mac, didn't know you were so good at billiards, I'll go get us another round while you set em up" Braeburn walked himself over to the bar where Applejack was watching from, the smirk from before still present.

"Howdy Braeburn! another round of drinks?" asked the perky Applejack "If ah didn't know any better I would think you were trying to get mah brother drunk"

"AJ!, ah would neve-" started Braeburn

"He gets pretty touchy-feely when he gets tipsy though" Applejack continued with a wink

"Uhh, AJ, kin ah start a tab?" said Braeburn sheepishly

The next few games had gone much like the first, completely dominated by the red stallion. Being competitive by nature Braeburn was starting to lose his composure.

"AHH! again! how come you're so good at this Mac? I'll never beat ya at this rate." Braeburn said while setting up for the next game.

Big Mac could understand his frustration, continually being overshadowed no matter how good or how hard he tried. Mac decided to throw Braeburn a bone.

"Ah kin help ya get better if ya want?" asked the red giant. Braeburn nodded in thanks

On Braeburn's next shot Mac took position behind his cousin. Braeburn could smell the cider on his breath as well as the rich musk coming from the larger male behind him. Mac reached around to help aim the cue and took hold of both of his cousins hooves. Mac exhaled down the back of his cousins neck causing the smaller stallion to moan involuntarily. This either went unnoticed or ignored by the red behemoth while he took a firmer grip of his cousins hooves and essentially took Braeburn's shot through his own hooves.

Braeburn was in ecstasy, so wrapped up in lust that he failed to see that his shot had downed one of the balls. This a fact Mac had realised began to shuffle-walk his cousin over to the next shot. Braeburn was losing his mind, being puppeted by the larger stallion almost felt... right, like Mac was his master and he was his masters toy, his plaything. Braeburn felt something prod his hindquarters, he looked down in alarm to see the still limp sausage of his cousin make its home between his buttocks. It seemed that Mac had picked up on his quiet moans after all and was beginning to react like any hot blooded stallion would.

Braeburn could feel the eyes of the other patrons on him and looked around to confirm his suspicions, everyone had their attention on the display, many not yet realising the extent of Mac's arousal. This was how Braeburn wanted to keep it.

"Hey Mac?" inquired Braeburn

"Yup?"

"Do ya'll have a back room?"

"Eeyup" came the answer he was hoping for.

Both stallions walked as discreetly as they could to the storeroom. Applejack watching, already hatching a plan to get involved later.

Author's Note

Liking how this is coming along so far, next chapter gets to the good stuff.