Author's Note
Oh don't even act surprised I finally did it.
Big Macintosh's Secret
Big Macintosh was always slow to realize the things he enjoyed. It wasn’t to say he was dumb, not at all, but it was evident that the workhorse took time to put two and two together. For example, it took him until he was actually kissing Caramel to realize he liked not only the pony, but stallions as a whole. It was things he just never thought about because for one reason or another the idea had never crossed his mind until he was confronted with it in a way he was unable to avoid.
That’s how it started, really. Innocently enough.
Big Macintosh always liked Caramel’s body. He was smaller than Big Macintosh by a good deal, but his body was plump and chubby and belly soft. Big Macintosh for one reason or another found his hooves constantly drawn to it, rubbing and teasing and even groping should the moment call for it. It was long past the time where Caramel complained about the touching and instead had learned to take his own pleasure in it, squirming into Big Macintosh’s body and letting his neck be kissed and wiggling with pleasure as they fooled around. It wasn’t long before Big Macintosh found Caramel’s secret. He was very ticklish.
It wasn’t a secret, really, more just something Big Macintosh hadn’t thought about until confronted with it. One night in the middle of their fooling around in Big Macintosh’s bed, not moving too much to avoid the old springs betraying their slightly impure deeds to the sleeping house, Big Macintosh’s hooves began to stroke and run along the right, or in Caramel’s opinion very wrong, areas. It started as muffled and behind Caramel’s closed lips. Big Macintosh’s body was pressed on top of Caramel so he was physically unable to move, his lips so focused on nibbling Caramel’s ears. He didn’t even realize Caramel was physically trembling trying not to laugh as his hoof, rough and stiff from years of farm work, stroked just the underlying outline of Caramel’s belly. It was a small stroke, really, but it proved to be effective. Back and forth. Back and forth.
“Mhmhmm…” Caramel whined, his body tensing and loosening and trying to squirm but his lover far too occupied with teasing his ear for it to matter. More and more the hoof stroked and circled around the sensitive area.
“Hehehehehe!” Caramel finally burst, kicking his hind legs ineffectively to try and free himself from his boyfriend’s unintentional torment.
The sound stuck in Big Macintosh’s mind. Not just the sound, but the environment as a whole. The sweet, downright attractive way the giggling reluctantly came from Caramel’s mouth and flowed helplessly like a tipped jar of honey. The way his body squirmed, trying to both free itself and hide the area Big Macintosh had unintentionally tortured for the past several minutes. The way a few words escaped his mouth when Big Macintosh still did not stop, still too preoccupied with nibbling that ear.
“P-Please M-Ma- hahaha! MAC!”
It was desperation mixed with the sweetest sounds of giggling. Even thinking about it now Big Macintosh’s face grew warm. He didn’t realize it then, but at the time in that perhaps thirty seconds of tormenting Caramel with tickling he had grown hard. He had been so focused on a hunger that overtook him in hearing that sound more and feeling Caramel squirm under him more that he didn’t realize until his cock was pressed to Caramel’s back. At the time he had passed it off as general fooling around. He was able to cover it up both to Caramel and a lesser extent himself that he hadn’t gotten hard from tickling Caramel, but from just fooling around. Their night went on normally, the usual sex commencing, and at the time the thought of Caramel’s giggling and squirming left his mind.
But it hadn’t really vacated, really, just went to sleep. It took less than two days for that strange hunger to come back. A silent, overwhelming desire when the two were laying in the apple field so far into the forest where nopony could hear them. Him and Caramel enjoyed taking naps, and Caramel was on his back writhing in the shade happy to avoid the summer sun. Big Macintosh stared at his belly, plump and round, and touched it again. It was just a gentle rub, but he heard Caramel giggle again. Then without thinking he moved his hoof lightly, enough to tickle. Caramel giggled more and rolled over.
“C-C’mon, Mac, stop teasing,” Caramel giggled. He wasn’t angry, and thinking Big Macintosh just to be playful. Big Macintosh however had squeezed his hind legs together, that moment that lasted less than five seconds causing a stir between his legs. The thought brushed at his mind again that he might enjoy it. He buried his face into Caramel’s chest so he wouldn’t blush.
Twice he dreamed about tickling Caramel. About hearing him giggle and squirm and even beg at the lightest of playful touches. The first dream he barely remembered, just wisps as he was left to deal with his cock rock hard and pushing up at his blankets. The second he remembered clearly, his chest tight with the idea that it wasn’t just Caramel he was so infatuated with, but the idea of tormenting his sensitive and soft body with a torrent of tickling. It began to eat at him. Usually for no longer than a minute or two at a time, but it was ever evident in his mind when it did cross that he had simply no idea how to approach this.
Thick, but not stupid. Big Macintosh knew he wasn’t stupid. He didn’t deny it for long, especially the morning after that second dream where he rubbed his cock to the faint memory of his dream. The idea of Caramel under his control, being tickled and tormented at the lightest of touches. Begging, giggling, panting, exhausted. It was all enough to make him last far less time than he normally would.
Just because he accepted it didn’t mean he had simply no idea how to handle it. He kept it to himself for a long time, and far too many times he and Caramel had sex without it ever being brought up. Big Macintosh enjoyed the sex as usual, simply loving the touch of Caramel’s body against his own, but always in the back of his mind he knew that he had a new desire creeping up. He was dying to try it, but just approaching it seemed impossible.
“Hey Sugarcube. Would it be strange if I held you down and tickled you?”
Yeah, Big Mac needed a better pitch.
Caramel’s lips were against his the next time he thought about it. Their bodies were a mess of hooves and legs intertwined and twisting around one another. His family was out not just for the morning, but all the way until tomorrow morning. He was left behind to care for the farm, but of course Applejack silently knew the real reason he didn’t fight to tag along was so he could bring Caramel over for a day to themselves. Caramel smelled sweet, like his name and a little bit of lavender soap that Big Macintosh only caught whiffs of on Applejack’s most girly friend, Rarity. He took the time to fully take in the smell, burying his nose deep into Caramel’s neck against his jawline and half playfully half actually breathing in as loud and deep as he could. His lips kissed.
Caramel giggled. Then he squirmed. Without thinking Big Macintosh did it again, his lips rubbing against Caramel’s soft neck. He nibbled and licked, smelling more and letting his breath run along Caramel’s neck.
“Hehehe… M-Mac, c’mon!” Caramel whimpered. He was squirming now, his body literally on top of Big Macintosh’s on the couch like this. There was nowhere for him to roll over and nowhere for Big Macintosh to hide the fact that he was growing hard. He loosened his grip of Caramel and the pony sat up, giggling with a ghost of a smile on his lips. He was grinning down at Big Macintosh.
“Hehe, you’re excited,” Caramel said, squirming his lower body on the half hard cock he felt pressing into him. His cheeks were slightly flushed at that comment, but his face turned to normal when he stared down at Big Macintosh. “Hey… you okay?”
Big Macintosh didn’t realize he was flustered until Caramel asked. His own face felt warm in a different, less playful way than Caramel’s was. His eyes couldn’t meet Caramel’s own. He felt silly all of a sudden. Worse yet, he just felt weird. His hooves went from Caramel’s neck to his shoulders and eventually slipped down to his sides where he held him at half a forelegs length. Caramel raised a hoof and brushed at Big Macintosh’s mane.
“I didn’t do something weird, did I?” Caramel asked.
Big Macintosh felt worse. Caramel’s instinct when something was wrong, anything was wrong, was to ask if it was his fault. Big Macintosh normally told him to stop saying that, but this time he just remained silent and slowly shook his head.
“You’re fine, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh said, reaching up one of his own hooves and craning his neck to kiss Caramel. He knew his own lips were stiff and not the sort that screamed comfortable and happy, but the kind that said nervous and awkward.
“Hey,” Caramel said, touching Big Macintosh’s cheek. “You wanna talk?”
Talking was not one of Big Macintosh’s strong suits. He bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged his shoulders. This moment was a strange role reversal for the two of them. He couldn’t remember the last time something had been bothering him badly enough for Caramel to be the one to ask questions and try to comfort him. He felt sillier, and then his flush worsened.
Caramel kissed his cheek and laid his head on his chest. The hairs on Caramel’s mane were stroking the underside of Big Macintosh’s head. He was glad Caramel was no longer trying to stare into his eyes, and instead was just listening to the beat of his heart. Caramel’s hoof was tracing in small circles on Big Macintosh’s chest just above his belly, ruffling some tufts of fur that never liked to stay down.
“I’ve been… thinking lately,” Big Macintosh started. His voice was hesitant, and smaller than usual. His tone didn’t sound right being sheepish or gingerly, his voice too deep and gruff. “Stuff with you, I mean.”
“Bad stuff?” Caramel asked, clearly trying not to let nerves enter his tone.
“No.” Big Macintosh shook his head even though Caramel couldn’t see. He rubbed Caramel’s neck. “I just… Mmm…”
Caramel looked up, once more their eyes meeting.
“What?” Caramel asked.
Big Macintosh sat up slow enough so that Caramel wouldn’t be manhandled and could sit before him on the slightly creaking couch. His cock wasn’t hard anymore, but he still squeezed his hindlegs shut. He bit the inside of his cheek harder. Caramel touched his hoof and then released it, clearly not sure what he could do to help. Big Mac felt worse that he was beating around the bush so badly.
“I’ve been wanting to try stuff with you,” Big Macintosh said. More mumbled, really. “In bed, I mean. Just a thing or two. O-Or one thing, really.”
To his surprise, Caramel chuckled.
“That’s it?” Caramel asked.
Big Macintosh’s face felt hotter. He nodded slowly.
“Well, what is it?” Caramel said. “It can’t be any worse than that time you asked me to put you in a collar and leash.”
Somehow that did seem easier to ask at the time. Caramel had meant to pass it off playfully, joking really. Big Macintosh nodded even though he didn’t agree. He was playing with his hooves between them and felt skittish and nervous, a sensation he didn’t feel often.
“I wanted to tickle you,” Big Macintosh said. “Maybe with you tied down. Use a few tools.”
The word felt alien coming out of his mouth. He had to fight to let them out.
Caramel blinked, staring for a bit. His face didn’t react at first, and Big Macintosh thought he was waiting for it to be a joke. Then after a few seconds, he blinked again and looked a little sheepish.
“O-Oh,” Caramel said, glancing down.
“It’s dumb,” Big Macintosh said, shaking his head. “Forget I said it.”
“N-No, Mac!” Caramel said, reaching out and grabbing his hooves. “It’s fine. It’s not dumb, I just didn’t expect it. Uh… O-Oh gosh, I… if you wanna try, I mean.”
Big Macintosh’s ears perked up.
“You mean it?” Mac asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
“It’s not like you’re hurting me,” Caramel said, trying to laugh. “J-Jeez, you really worried me. If it makes you happy, then… yeah, we can try.”
Big Macintosh resisted the urge to smile, then failed. He hugged Caramel and squeezed him, feeling a bit silly for worrying at all. Right now, he loved Caramel more than anything. He should have known this is the reaction he would get. He pulled Caramel back on top of him and kissed his cheek.
“Hehehe,” Caramel giggled, happy at Big Macintosh’s sudden affection. “You’re being a doofus.”
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh said, his words muffled from being stuffed in Caramel’s neck.
Of everything Big Macintosh had brought with him, the rope was surprisingly the easiest to come by. Caramel was anxious looking, Big Macintosh had spent enough time with him to know this, but didn’t verbalize it. Big Macintosh’s house was extra creaky and loud when nopony was home, so wandering around his room as Caramel sat on the bed uncomfortably fiddling with his hooves made for a noisy experience.
There wasn’t much small talk between them in the process of getting ready. Not until Big Macintosh had pulled out the rope and began to wrap it around Caramel’s hind leg.
“It ain’t too tight, is it?” Big Macintosh asked as he secured the knot with his teeth.
“N-No,” Caramel said, shaking his head. Big Macintosh looked up at Caramel’s face. He was blushing.
“We don’t gotta do this, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh said, reaching up his hoof to touch Caramel’s cheek. He smiled, trying his best to look as far away from disappointed as he could muster. “It’s a little weird that I want it. I get that.”
“It’s just different,” Caramel said when he touched Mac’s hoof and pulled it from his cheek, settling it instead on his chest. He smiled, and while it wasn’t exactly happy it was trying to be reassuring. “It could be fun. I dunno.”
Big Macintosh was grateful that Caramel wasn’t talking about the elephant in the room for how alien this would be. Big Macintosh wasn’t even positive that Caramel would have any pleasure coming from it, at least not the same sort Big Macintosh knew he himself would have. Maybe that’s what made it difficult to come forward with his request. His chest felt light and warm, the thought of Caramel doing this for him because it made him happy. He kissed Caramel again, but didn’t say why.
“We should have a safe word,” Big Macintosh said. “Just in case. I don’t wanna…”
Mac paused to shrug. “Overwhelm you or nothing.”
“Okay,” Caramel said with a nod, his face grimacing slightly as the rope tied around his other foreleg. Mac loosened it slightly. “What do you want it to be?”
Big Macintosh blinked.
“Purple,” Big Macintosh said.
Tying up Caramel was the easy part. He went slow, binding all four of his limbs at a time. Sometimes Caramel’s face flushed and he closed his eyes, and Big Macintosh would pause and lay with him, kissing him and asking again if he was sure he was okay with this. Caramel kept saying he was, and Big Macintosh kept reminding him of the safe word.
Caramel’s final signs of nerves appeared when Big Macintosh began to tie his forelegs apart, one to either end of the bed posts. His legs were spread, and a slight tensing in the rope proved that he could no longer close them. Between his legs his balls hung freely, his cock nowhere near hard and still concealed in his sheath. Big Macintosh kissed him once more and hugged him until he settled, then did the same to the top half of his body. Caramel was on his back unnaturally spread, and every bit of his body was exposed. He pulled on the ropes and took in a deep, slow breath.
“Safe word?” Big Macintosh asked as he put a bit of cloth over Caramel’s eyes to blindfold him.
“Purple,” Caramel answered.
Big Macintosh secured the blindfold, watching Caramel squirm a bit to test the hold of the rope. He was stuck, and there was no getting out without Big Macintosh’s help.
“How is this gonna work?” Caramel asked.
“I don’t know,” Big Macintosh admitted. He was suddenly glad that Caramel was blindfolded, because his face was warm at the realization he hadn’t given this much specific thought for how he would start. He moved onto the bed, starting at the side and staring down at Caramel’s body. The bed creaked slightly.
Big Macintosh touched his hoof to Caramel’s chest. Caramel jumped, and Mac withdrew.
“I-I’m okay,” Caramel said quickly. “Just couldn’t see. Sorry.”
Big Macintosh nodded, but then remembered Caramel was blindfolded.
“Gonna touch your belly now,” Big Macintosh said. “Tell me if it’s not okay.”
He did, right at the tip. Caramel didn’t jump this time, but his body did tense ever so slightly. Big Macintosh decided that it might be best to work with what he knew, and that was how to touch Caramel’s body.
Big Macintosh touched either side of Caramel’s round, slightly pudgy belly with either of his hooves. Normally he liked to push in and fell just how soft it was, but for a change this time his touch was light. He just let the tips of his hooves dig in, and instantly he saw the effects of his touch. Caramel gasped slightly, his hooves dragging downward an inch and then stopping. The rope on all four corners shifted slightly and Caramel stopped breathing for a good five seconds before taking another breath. Big Macintosh traced his hooves down further, drawing an outline all the way down until his hooves met, and then dragging them back up. The motion was slow, and took a good ten seconds.
Caramel wasn’t giggling, but his mouth was twisting. The rope tightened and loosened, and eventually he opened his mouth to breathe. It came out fast occasionally.
“J-Jeez,” Caramel said when Big Macintosh stopped moving.
“It okay?” Big Mac asked.
“Yeah… just… really different,” Caramel replied.
Big Macintosh smiled. Already at these tiny pulls and resistance to giggling he could tell he was getting excited. He moved on the bed until he was over Caramel’s hindleg and situated right between them. He grabbed Caramel’s belly again, more roughly this time. He began to kneed lightly, and then hunched his back to let his face touch the center. It was soft against his face, and he took in a long breath and then breathed out. He took the moment to kiss just above Caramel’s belly button, and then gave a tiny lick.
“Nghn,” Caramel whined.
Big Macintosh had never gotten a reaction like that from a bit of teasing. He liked to kiss and lay his head on Caramel’s belly often, but it was rare to get any sort of giggle or gasp unless he was intentionally trying to get one. He suspected it was due to the lack of sight, and not knowing where Big Macintosh would strike next.
Big Macintosh gave one, long lick all the way from Caramel’s belly up until his rib cage. He felt the ghost of a giggle vibrate throughout Caramel’s body but it didn’t leave his mouth, getting trapped behind his lips. He squeezed Caramel’s sides more roughly and Caramel made a sound not out of tickling, but a bit of pleasure.
“You’re so cute, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh said, his voice light and airy.
He meant it, too. Big Macintosh right now felt as though he never wanted to stop touching Caramel. He wanted to go slow and teasing. He wanted to make Caramel laugh and squirm and beg and… maybe even get hard at all of it. He knew he himself was getting hard already, and he was ahead of himself. He gave Caramel’s belly another few kisses, taking the moment to indulge himself before he really got started.
“Y-You’re a tease,” Caramel complained, though his words were shaky because Big Macintosh was teasingly nibbling right below his ribs.
Big Macintosh smiled, and began to get into the rhythm. He reached over to the side of the bed where he had collected his bag of goodies. He wanted to take this slow and precise. It was a fantasy come true, after all. To have a gorgeous stallion tied up at his complete mercy to tickle and stroke against his will. He was getting harder, and his cock threatened to touch Caramel’s foreleg it was getting so big.
First, Big Macintosh pulled out a makeup brush. It was big, but of course Caramel couldn’t see and it was clear the lack of sensation and sound of rifling through the bag was making him nervous. The ropes on his limbs were pulled taut and loosened in anticipation. The brush had a long handle and the top poofed out almost like a miniature feather duster, with long black bristles that Big Macintosh ran against his own hoof to assure were soft and delicate.
Big Macintosh started by touching the bristles to the inner part of Caramel’s foreleg.
“O-Oh gosh!” Caramel cried out suddenly. His body tried to turn on instinct to such a strange sensation, but the rope caught him and held him there. The upper half of his body twisted but his lowerhalf was stuck, the rope digging into his leg. Big Macintosh stroked it, slowly, all the way up further and further until he found the spot he was hoping would get the biggest reaction thus far. His taint. Big Macintosh knew from far too much fun with Caramel in the past that one of the most sensitive parts on his lover’s entire body was between his legs on his taint. Just licking it or burying his face in it would cause Caramel to tense, and right now was no different.
“Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh.” Caramel was saying again and again. Threats of giggling vibrated the whole bed as he kept pulling. The brush’s bristled ran slowly, Big Macintosh’s hooves touching Caramel’s balls and scooping them to lift them and run the brush fully on his exposed, chubby taint.
“N-No… ngn… mmmm!” Caramel was writhing now. His hind legs were pathetically kicking as he tried the best he could to use his teeth as bars to jail his laugher and hide the humiliating tickling. His hind legs tried to pull shut but it was no use, the rope was too firmly bound. Big Macintosh brushed up and down, up and down, up and down. Slow circles that moved with an almost expert caution before he went up, and let those black bristles trace over Caramel’s balls and sheath.
“O-Oh my gosh oh my gosh,” Caramel kept repeating until finally the brush ran over his cock sheath.
Either genuine enjoyment or just plain sensation caused it, because Caramel’s cock was growing. Once it was clear it was hardening, Caramel was done for. The brush began to run the length of Caramel’s growing cock.
“H-hehehehe!” Caramel cried out finally, the giggling escaping through his clenched teeth. Big Macintosh made extra sure to brush over his cock head, his body literally jumping and jerking at every touch he was positive the other had never experienced before. He was panting when Big Macintosh finally slowed down.
“Ticklish?” Big Macintosh asked.
“Y-Yeah,” Caramel admitted through his ragged breath. “J-Jeez Mac that was… A-Ah!”
Big Macintosh surprised Caramel by touching the brush to his belly. Caramel froze, his body tensing. He let go of Caramel’s half-hard cock and balls, letting them lay, and instead touched it to his belly button. Caramel froze, his lips twitching. Big Macintosh hadn’t even started to run it yet. Caramel’s breathing quickened, and every rise and fall of his chest made the bristles ever so gently run over his body.
“Nggnnn…” Caramel made a noise.
Big Macintosh twirled the brush.
“A-Ah! Ha..haha!”
His laughs came in surprised gasps. Not nearly as energetic and constant as before, but Big Macintosh wasn’t aiming for that. He constantly lifted the brush and settled it on a random area, his ribs, his sides, his belly, and gave it a quick stroke in which Caramel’s body would jerk trying to hide the area before being met with the binding of ropes. This continued for a while as Big Macintosh ran up and up, his own body falling upward. He was crawling up Caramel now, his half hard cock touching Caramel’s body. He laid next to Caramel and touched his chin with one hoof, settling the brush on his neck. Caramel tried to move his head but Big Macintosh wouldn’t allow it.
“M-Mac,” Caramel said, his words muffled as he was afraid to move his jaw to avoid the tickling of the brush. Big Macintosh breathed, his breath hot and bouncing off Caramel’s neck and back to his face.
“You’re so adorable, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh said, grinding his hindlegs slightly and digging his hardening cock into Caramel’s body. “You’re so cute when you laugh.”
“Mmhmmm,” Caramel replied, the brush teasingly moving up and down. Caramel tried to shake his head but Big Macintosh pushed on one side and kissed the other cheek to keep it in place as the brush had its way. Big Macintosh then nibbled on Caramel’s neck, his muzzle lodging in a way where Caramel couldn’t lower his head to protect himself. His body burst out a few frantic giggles, especially when Big Macintosh drew the brush down to Caramel’s belly again and teased at random.
He was just about through tormenting Caramel with this tool when he looked down, spotting that his own cock was now fully hard. It was dribbling all over Caramel’s belly and side. It was rare for him to spout pre unless he was very very horny. He smiled, finally releasing the brush and giving Caramel a proper kiss on the lips. He pushed his tongue into Caramel’s mouth and drew his body over him so he was half sitting on Caramel. Caramel accepted the tongue and they stayed like that for a while. He gasped slightly, moaned really, when they parted. His tongue was still sticking out slightly and his face was red, not from embarrassment but from actual exhaustion at fighting the tickling sensations.
“M-Mac,” Caramel said, his voice quiet.
“Too much?” Big Macintosh asked.
“No,” Caramel shook his head. “I-It’s fine. Really.”
Big Macintosh kissed him again, much briefer this time.
He went back to his positon from before and set the brush aside, reaching into the bag until he found a bottle. He pulled it out and popped the cap, flipping it upside down and squeezing it until a long, gooey trail came from it and began to pool at the center of Caramel’s belly. It made a small mound, Caramel’s body jumping and taking in a gasp at the cold sensation.
“W-What is that?” Caramel asked.
“Baby oil,” Big Macintosh replied, rubbing his hooves together before slapping them onto Caramel’s body. He caught a bit of the oil that was spilling down the side of the belly and began to spread it slowly, making sure to rub it in deep. Caramel was either full of tension or entirely loose, and alternated between the two. Mac’s hooves occasionally touched a sensitive spot and he giggled. His belly was glistening with the oil that Big Macintosh had massaged deep into his fur.
Caramel’s cock was growing increasingly hard, as it had a tendency to do whenever Big Macintosh gave him slow, sensual massages like this. If there was one thing Caramel enjoyed and Big Macintosh was happy to give, it was touching Caramel’s body like it was all he desired in the world. According to Big Macintosh’s hardened cock at just the sight and touch of Caramel alone, it was all he desired.
Big Macintosh found it fun to toy with Caramel’s body. His hooves slipping on the newly oiled belly of his lover and proading and pinching to find out where he was sensitive. He created his own little chart in his mind. Mild squirming meant mild sensation. Tugging at the ropes and shortness of breaths meant moderate. And Big Macintosh’s favorite, a gasp or giggle that stifled before it was even half finished. It turned out Caramel’s sides just below his ribs were in fact very sensitive, as was just to the right of his cock in a small area. He teased Caramel’s belly button, a moderately ticklish area, and began to chuckle himself.
“I thought about doin’ this for weeks, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh said. “Touching you and making you squirm and laugh.”
“Ah… ah… y-yeah?” Caramel said. It was hard to keep a steady conversation while trying to keep his belly from convulsing into giggles.
Big Macintosh kept tracing the belly button. Normally this would be the time where Caramel would grab his hooves or turn over to stop the tickling in the previous weeks where Big Macintosh had tried a few times to feel his lover’s squirm and hear his laugh, but right now he was in complete control. Caramel was helpless. Caramel was his toy for all intents and purposes.
Big Macintosh reached into the bag and pulled out a small toothbrush. It was fresh from the box and never used, the bristles were rough on his hoof. He gave it three taps on the non-bristled end right on Caramel’s belly, each one making Caramel jump a bit.
“Guess what it is,” Big Macintosh said, suddenly feeling a bit playful.
“I-I dunno,” Caramel replied, his tone stuttering from being tired as well as nerves. He was giggling already at every tap his body received. Not seeing was making him jumpy beyond belief, which Big Macintosh liked. “S-Something to make me hate you?”
Big Macintosh chuckled.
“Eeyup.”
Big Macintosh touched the bristles down to Caramel’s ribs, and dug them in as he began to scrub.
The effect was instantaneous, and a million times more effective than Big Macintosh could have ever hoped for. Caramel hadn’t been expecting it at all. He was relaxed when it hit, but now tense as it began scrubbing up and down his ribs and sides of his belly he tried to kick and squirm, screaming in laughter.
“A-AHAHAHA!” Caramel cried out. Big Macintosh grinned widely and snapped up the makeup brush from before and unexpectedly ran it along Caramel’s cock. The entire bed rocked by just how suddenly and forcefully the ropes pulled and thrashed by the over stimulation the poor pony was receiving. Big Macintosh had learned that his taint and ribs were both intensely ticklish, but both at the same time was making him nearly hysterical.
“A-A-AHHAHAHA! MAC MAC MAC!”
He kept yelling Big Macintosh’s name between gasps for air and laughter. It wasn’t the safe word, so Big Macintosh kept scrubbing and brushing. He make sure to fluff and dust Caramel’s taint and cock to perfection while scrubbing his upper half raw to the point his tanned fur was starting to look pink with blush from stimulation.
“P-PLHEHEHESE!” Caramel cried.
Big Macintosh stopped. Caramel’s body looked like it collapsed as every rope went loose and he was gasping for air. He coughed a few times trying to regain his breath.
“I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you,” Caramel kept repeating over and over between breaths. It was playful banter, but Big Macintosh made a mental reminder to cuddle him extra tight tonight as a thank-you.
Of course, that was tonight. Right now Big Macintosh had no qualms to torment his exhausted boyfriend. He swiped the toothbrush over Caramel’s belly button, interrupting his chanting.
“I hate you I hate yo- Y-YOOHOHOHHO!”
“I REALLY hate you!” Caramel cried out, half laughing from the tickling and half from the genuine fun he seemed to be having. Big Macintosh continued like this, occasionally tickling for a few seconds at random areas.
Then, Big Macintosh had an idea. For this entire time he had been tickling traditionally common places, baring the cock and taint, but suddenly he was wondering if anything else was ticklish.
“Sugar?” Big Macintosh asked. “If I untie the ropes you ain’t gonna go runnin’ on me, are you?”
“Too tired,” Caramel whined.
Big Macintosh undid Caramel’s ropes. He was good, laying there motionless until Big Macintosh flipped him over and began to reattach them. He stopped when he was halfway done to lay beside Caramel with their muzzles almost touching and let him rest a moment, kissing him and asking him if he was okay. He said he was, but Mac asked a few more times just to make sure. Eventually he told Big Mac that he wasn’t going to let him have fun anymore if he asked again, so the workhorse kept his mouth shut.
Soon, Caramel was on his belly. He was spread as he had been before, only now his flank was facing Big Macintosh. He held his makeup brush like a weapon, dragging it down from the base of Caramel’s tail up his back. His body shivered, but he didn’t laugh. It probably didn’t tickle nearly as bad as his front.
“A-Ah!” Caramel whined when the brush unexpectedly tickled his nose. He tried to turn his head away but all that did was expose his neck for it to touch. He whined, eventually burying his face entirely in the mattress.
“S-Stop teasing,” Caramel whined.
“Then I wouldn’t have fun,” Big Macintosh giggled, though paused until Caramel kissed him back before continuing to make sure it was actually alright.
Big Macintosh decided it was time to stop teasing and go for what he wanted. He reached into the bag one last time. It was nearly empty, all for a glint of silver that he pulled out. A fork. Pronged and rough looking. He made a mental note to be careful, as Caramel’s skin was far less rough than his own. He climbed back onto the bed properly and grabbed Caramel’s tail by the base and pulled up until his rump was revealed in all its glory. Plump and chubby looking, Caramel squirmed some almost intentionally trying to make it seem alluring to the horny workhorse. He wanted to do a hundred things to Caramel’s butt right now, but in the moment only one thing was on his mind.
Was it ticklish?
“Mac?” Caramel asked. “Are you… are you really gonna tickle me there?”
It was the first time he sounded nervous.
“You remember the safe word?” Big Macintosh asked.
“Yeah… it’s fine, really.”
Big Macintosh nodded. It was time to go in for the kill.
The second the fork touched Caramel’s right cheek Big Macintosh had his answer. He was very, very ticklish.
“N-Nghn!” Caramel gasped, the lightest stroke of the scraping fork prongs on his cheeks. His butt tensed and loosened, his whole body squirming.
“O-Oh gosh oh gosh,” Caramel was whispering.
Big Macintosh was suddenly hungry for more. He touched the fork again, this time starting at the top and running down near the edge of his crack. Caramel’s entire body had no idea how to react. If anything had never been teased, it was here.
His boyfriend’s butt was ticklish.
His boyfriend’s butt was ticklish.
Big Macintosh had hit the jackpot in his selection of stallions.
“Tickle tickle,” Big Macintosh whispered, starting to grow excited.
The fork found it’s way up and down. Light strokes, and then rougher ones that left little red trails that slowly faded. Caramel gasped in giggles every time, each one worse than the last as Big Macintosh tested just how roughly he could scrap the prongs without injuring his boyfriend.
“Nonononono,” Caramel was mumbling now, because something else was tickling him. Big Macintosh had pushed back the tail with his hind leg and was now ticking either one of Caramel’s butt cheeks with a new tool. One toothbrush, and one fork. One scrubbed and the other scraped.
“A-Ahahaha!” Caramel was whining. Big Macintosh forgot the fork and opted for the makeup brush, beginning to run it up and down the crack between the two and down to the balls that still hung out. Caramel’s taint and rump and cock were all exposed as much as Caramel tried to hide them.
“M-Mac, wait!” Caramel cried out. Big Macintosh was reaching his hoof down, hoping to free Caramel’s cock and toy with it.
But he couldn’t.
Caramel was hard. Rock hard. Harder than even Big Macintosh was.
“Sugar?” Big Macintosh asked.
Caramel was tense all over. Big Macintosh dropped the tools and scooted up, laying down beside Caramel. His eyes were glued shut and his lips pursed so tight it looked nearly painful.
“Sugar?” Big Macintosh repeated.
“I think I like it…”
The words from Caramel were so quiet Big Macintosh couldn’t hear them.
“What was that?”
“I… I think… I like it…” Caramel said, constantly pausing between words. His face was growing redder and redder. “Will you… do it till I… I… cum?”
Big Macintosh had never seen Caramel this embarrassed. He grinned, and knew Caramel couldn’t see it. He raised his hoof, running it down Caramel’s side and over his ribs which were still touchable. Caramel gasped and bit his lip.
“Maybe if you say what it is,” Big Macintosh said, suddenly feeling a bit devilish. He made double sure to remind himself to give Caramel some serious TLC tonight for what he was putting him through. Yet still, he couldn’t stop.
“Tickle me."
“Hmm?” Big Macintosh asked, running his hoof in circles.
“T… Tickle me like you just were,” Caramel said, his voice sheepish. “Please. L-Let me cum when you… t-tickle me.”
Big Macintosh’s chest was pounding. He touched Caramel’s chin and resisted the urge to tremble. He was excited beyond belief. Caramel liked being tickled. Caramel was asking to be tickled. He had to bite his cheek until it hurt to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
“I love you, Sugarcube,” Big Macintosh said, finding Caramel’s lips to kiss them.
“I love you t- HOHOHHO! AH I HATE YOHOHOHU!”
It was playful reply. Half excited half tormented by the tickling Big Macintosh commenced without warning. He really did have such a great response to the toothbrush scrubbing against his ribs and belly sides.
Caramel cried out, shaking again, the ticklish sensations all too strong after that break. Yet still, Big Macintosh became greedy knowing the sensations would draw a hardness out of Caramel’s cock. He licked his lips almost greedily.
Big Macintosh wondered just how long it would take to cum from nothing but a makeup brush stroking Caramel’s cock. He supposed he did have an awfully long time to find out.
