A Rare Acceptance

by CynicallyTwisted

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance, Big Macintosh, Sex, Spitfire
Length: 5297

Soarin is gay. Gay for one stallion and one stallion only. Big Mac. As they say, opposites attract.

Soarin is gay. His not so new crush is dwindling his progress in the wonderbolts. He decides to face the problem head on so he can finally have some relief and peace of mind. He goes to Sweet Apple Acres, to everyone else's surprise. Where else would Big Mac be lingering?

Published 2017-06-06 11:10:24 UTC
Last updated 2017-06-09 00:36:24 UTC

Daydreaming

Author's Note

I've had this in my mind for a while. Not sure why. I'm into more unique ships, if you count this as unique.

Also, yes, there is going to be clop/sex in upcoming chapters. I put the tag to warn people who might stay for updates. I wanted to make an intro into what I had in mind from my sin bin.

I hope I did a decent soarmac intro :>

Daydreaming

“Are you ready?”, Spitfire called out to Soarin. “Just one final move, and then we’re done with practice for today.”

Soarin grinned proudly and flew into the air. “Oh yeah, I’m more than ready for this.”, he declared.

However, that was far from the truth. Soarin had a nagging problem that didn’t seem to leave his mind and was causing a lot of issues for him. It had nothing to do with flying, of course. He was ready for this final move, it was just that, this problem that kept nagging at him was dragging down his progress. He found himself in a lot of daydreams and becoming distracted at the most inopportune times. He tried to act as casual as possible whenever he was around his team and in Ponyville, but inside he felt like he was going to explode. His mind started to wander again towards the pony that was the center of his issues until he heard the earlier voice call down to him again.

“Hellooo, Soarin? You in there?”, Spitfire waved a hoof in front of his face. He shook his head, coming to his senses again and the challenge in front of him.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just...thinking.”, he admitted.

“Well, you better have been thinking of ways to perfect this move, cause it needs to be done right for the show next week!”, she commanded.

“Uhh, right...yeah, I’m always conjuring up new ways to tackle these flight sessions!”, Soarin stammered.

“Good”, Spitfire smirked, crossing her hooves. “Then let’s see it.”

Soarin frowned. He wasn’t sure if he was really ready for this. He had said that he was, but was he really? The thoughts of a certain somepony were making the answer less and less clear to him. He chuckled nervously.

“Well?”, Spitfire asked.

’This is now or never’, Soarin thought. ’I need to do this. If I don’t, I might not be able to perform next week, and that’s something I was really looking forward to! I can’t let him get in the way of that; I need to control myself. Out of sight, out of mind...right? Okay, here goes nothing.’

Stepping back, Soarin got in a crouching position, readying himself to take off. Normally, this would be used when someone is getting ready for a race, but in his case, he was using it to spring up into flight. He snorted, smoke coming out from his nostrils, as he dug the ground beneath him. He mentally prepared himself to start.

One.

Two.

Don’t worry, just focus on the task at hand, just focus on flying, it will all be good, right? Just don’t think about HIM, and you’ll do fine.

Three!

And at that he sprung up into the air, his wings taking him upwards as he flew swiftly. He let his wings carry him as one forehoof was kept out in front of him. He got rid of numerous clouds that had been set up purposefully in the arena, the bleachers surrounding it. Soarin had no trouble with that, as it was a pretty easy task as long as you could hit with a decent force. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until the hoops appeared. He had to fly through plenty of hoops that were spread out in different places, one not in the same position as another. This was a problem for he had to use very articulate flying motions to be able to course through, and with a certain stallion still on his mind, this once simple task became quite difficult.

He traveled through the first hoop, and then the second, then the third. It went on like this for only a short while. Spitfire was in the bleachers, cheering him on.

“Yeah Soarin! Whoo! Come on, I know you can do it! You’re a wonderbolt for Celestia's sake!”

Soarin heard her cheer but it didn’t mean anything to him at that moment, it was just pure noise. He started to think about that stallion again. Big Mac. The way he sweated as he pulled a trow behind him, plowing the farm. He worked so hard, and Soarin couldn’t help but always stare at the way he panted and breathed heavily while pulling it, and the way the sweat matted down his fur and mane after a long session of plowing.

’Plowing.’, he thought. Oh, how much I would love to get plowed by such a bigger stallion than I. So strong too. I bet his member packed so much force that it could make me scre—

Soarin’s mini fantasy was cut too short by the sound of his head hitting the bottom metal part of the hoop. All that was heard was a very loud ’CLANG’ which followed him beginning to fall toward the ground.

Spitfire gasped, and immediately flew over and caught him just before he could land on the cloud that resided below the hoop he had unfortunately hit.

“Ughgh”, Soarin grumbled. He rubbed his head and fluttered his eyes open slowly. Spitfire was looking down at him, surprised that he had remained conscious.

“Hey! Are you alright?”, she asked sternly, but sincerely.

Soarin started to get up, keeping one forehoof placed on his forehead as he did. When he stood up, he simply stared at Spitfire, biting his lip as a red tint covered his cheeks.

Spitfire sighed, content now that she knew he was alright. Knowing there was nothing wrong with him physically, she blurted out the obvious question Soarin knew was coming:

“What was that?”

“I-I’m sorry. I just g-got distracted—that’s all.”, Soarin weakly answered.

“That’s all? That’s. All?! That’s all you have to say to me after you, a star wonderbolt, crashed doing one of the most simple flying moves because you were distracted?!” Spitfire reared her head back in disbelief.

“Well...”, he started. “There’s really no other way to put it. I can try again if you want, this time putting full focus into the routine...”

“So you’re saying you weren’t fully focused on it this time?”, Spitfire asked angrily.

“Th-that’s not what I meant. I’ll just try to not let my mind wander, you know?”

Spitfire scoffed, then breathed before she spoke. “No. That’s quite alright. I think we’ve had enough practice for today.”

“But you haven’t even done any parts yet.”, Soarin protested.

“I said...I think we’ve had enough. You need to go home and rest to recover if we’re going to make any progress during our next practicing session.”, Spitfire stated flatly.

“See you later Soarin.”

Soarin barely got a wave in before she flew off and was soon unable to be seen.

’What a nice departure. Didn’t even really say goodbye.’, Soarin thought solemnly.

Soarin looked down, loneliness overtaking him. He flew down below the clouds and glided through the air at his own pace. As he flew, he thought about the day, and how much he had fantasized about that damn stallion. It was like this everyday; no point in reminiscing now.

As he continued to think about it, the more he pondered the decision he was about to make. He knew what he needed to do. He quickly changed direction and headed for the one place he would find a bit of peace, despite it being later at night. Sweet Apple Acres.

Revelations [Clop]

As Soarin hovered above the farm, he wondered how he was going to approach him...Big Macintosh that is. It was pretty late now, as he had been flying above the farm for quite some time, playing out scenarios in his head; occasionally taking a break to lay down on one of the nearby tree branches.

He wanted to confess to Big Mac, but he wasn’t sure how. He supposed that he didn’t need to make out some big plan to let him know. Just let it out naturally. Be blunt about it. He’ll either like him back or he won’t, that’s it. Soarin doubted he would freak out or overreact. He knew he wouldn’t, they were good friends. Though, most other ponies weren’t aware of that. Soarin decided that he would just camp out near the tree for the night and talk to Big Mac in the morning. Since he was staying there for the night, he decided to get some fast food. He was very hungry after all that training.

‘Dinner is gonna be good.’, he thought.

He got some chicken and rice along with an eggroll. He didn’t even know this type of food was sold in Ponyville, but he sure wasn’t complaining! He ate the food slowly and enjoyed it, then slept soundly on his back.

Morning came quicker than Soarin would had preferred. He got up quickly though, remembering what he planned to do today; might as well have some extra time to mentally prepare. He noticed the empty food container and decided to throw it away in one of the public garbage cans for litter.

After, he immediately trotted over to the barn, not even hesitating to knock on the door. This surprised him, he should be nervous and contemplating about turning around or waiting another hour. He thought that maybe the pony he adored and loved so much had given him a newfound confidence.

*Click*

Soarin’s head went back from shock. Before he could react any further the door opened, revealing an orange pony with a cream-colored mane.

“Soarin?!”, Applejack gave him a puzzled look. “What brings you to the farm, aren’t ya supposed ta be trainin’ for the show? We’re all comin’ ya know!”

Soarin rubbed the back of his head. “Oh-hehe yeah. I’m just taking a break, I’ve been working pretty hard.”

“That makes sense.”, Applejack replied. “But...what brings you to the farm to spend your free time?”, she asked.

“Well, actually, I was wondering if I could talk to Big Mac for a bit...”

“Big Mac?! I didn’t know you two chatted. Well, it’ll be nice to have some company for ‘em. Why don’t you join us for breakfast? I’ll let him know you wanna ‘chat’.”, Applejack winked at him. He suddenly felt uneasy.

“Sure, sounds great!”, Soarin gave a smile and followed Applejack inside, attempting to hide his nervousness.

When he stepped inside, he saw that the table and plates were already set up. There was another thing he noticed also. Big Mac was already sitting at the table along with his little sister Applebloom. Soarin didn’t expect him to be right there in his view when he walked in.

He approached the table slowly, the smile never leaving his face. He decided to try and play it more neutral to act as casual as possible.

“Hey there Applebloom...Big Mac...”, Soarin stated, his eyes darting across the room at anywhere but in Big Mac’s direction. Big Mac looked up to see his close friend approaching the table. He began to feel nervous. He didn’t expect Soarin to be showing up to eat with him. Sure, there were other ponies there as well, his family...but still. What would he say?

“You there?”

Big Mac, having been caught up in his own worries, shook himself out of the trance he was in and replied, “Oh hiya Soarin, I uh-didn’t expect to see you here. What brings you to the farm? Are you um...eating with us?”, Big Mac asked.

Soarin was just as nervous as Big Mac was, though neither of them knew the other was nervous, they were each too caught up in their own thoughts. Soarin restated the same thing he had told Applejack.

“Well in that case, we have plenty of food to eat—we even baked some pies. Fresh and Delicious.”, Big Mac stated. Big Mac seemed to be able to talk more whenever Soarin was around, and this was something other ponies noticed. It was most likely because they were so close; it’s easy to talk to someone you have a bond with.

“Sounds amazing!”, Soarin exclaimed. He walked over to the table and took a seat right next to Big Mac, this caused him to shudder slightly. Applejack joined in right after.

“Well, dig in everypony, no sense in doing all those formalities. Help yourselves!”, Applejack said.

“Wait a minute...”, Applebloom said quizzically. “Where’s Granny Smith?”

“Oh, you know her, she decided to stay in bed for a while longer. Always takin’ naps that pony.”, Applejack replied, shaking her head and chuckling.

Content with the response, Applebloom started to dig in. Following that, everypony else began to make their plates and ate what they wanted. Eggs, toast, apples (of course), and the pies! None in any particular order. As they continued to eat, Soarin started to have casual conversation with Big Mac. He was always able to talk with that strong, red pony about anything. That was one thing he admired about Big Mac, his ability to listen without judgement.

Without trying, as Soarin reached for another slice of his favorite pie, his leg brushed up against Big Mac’s. He quickly grabbed the slice then sat back down, staring at the table and fidgeting with his hooves. He gritted his teeth in discomfort and glanced at Big Mac who glanced back, his face more red than usual. They were both feeling very different, and they kept stealing glances from one another and shifting in their seat, shaking and prodding at random objects. They ate to distract from the growing sexual tension. Fortunately, Applejack and Applebloom were too caught up their conversation to notice any of this.

They felt that it was becoming too much. As if reading each others’ mind, they both scarfed down their food and excused themselves from Breakfast as they were finished.

“Wow Applejack, you really outdid yourself as well as Big Mac. The food was scrumptious! I couldn’t seem to get enough of the pie.”, Soarin stated.

“I’m glad ya enjoyed it sugarcube. Feel free to take more home with you.”, Applejack replied.

“Oh no, that’s quite alright. I took enough already. But uh, actually, what I would like to ask is if me and Big Mac could leave to go out to the barn. We haven’t gotten to hang out much recently due to all of this Wonderbolt practice going on.”, Soarin said.

“Oh yeah, ya do whatever you like. We were gonna go easy on the chores today anyway.”

“Uh, okay, yeah cool. Thanks again for the food, I can’t repay you because of how tasty it was. But yeah, we’ll get going then, enjoy the rest of your food and day.”, Soarin replied awkwardly.

“See ya later fellas’.”, Applejack then gave a wave and resumed talking with Applebloom as if she suspected nothing.

‘A lot different from earlier. Maybe I was just overthinking it, cause she seems cooler now. She knows that we are just friends.’, Soarin thought, trying to shake away the fear.

“Fear is usually irrational.”, Big Mac stated flatly as they walked into the barn. He shut the huge doors behind them.

“What do you mean?”, Soarin asked. They both sat down in front of each other, Big Mac using hay as his chair.

“Ah mean, you shouldn’t be so worried—I could tell you were scared.”

“Yeah, well I mean, after that...you know...”

“I get it.”

“You do?”, Soarin asked.

“Well, of course. Here’s the thing, AJ isn’t here right now, so we can relax. I know you didn’t do it on purpose. But it did make me feel...weird.”, Big Mac replied, looking away and blushing slightly.

“Weird how?”, Soarin questioned. He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear him say it. He had started to think and have hope that Big Mac reciprocated his feelings.

Dodging the question, Big Mac responded with another. “Is there something you’re hiding from me?”

“Why would you think that Big Mac, come on now.”, Soarin responded.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Ah’ve seen the way you’ve been actin’. And I’m done trying to ignore it, I can’t keep doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Hiding!”, Big Mac got up from his ‘chair’ and grabbed Soarin by the shoulders, his face mere inches away from him. He shook him slightly back and forth as he spoke.

“I’ve been hiding so many feelings from you and everypony else, and after that happened, I knew it was the right time. After seeing you react in the same way that I had, I was hoping you felt the way I did.”, Big Mac stopped for a moment, just staring into Soarin’s emerald eyes. Time stopped for the both of them, the only thing they were focusing on was each other. Seeing into each other’s eyes, they didn’t need to say anymore, that was enough for them.

It was at that moment, after connecting with each other through what they saw in each others’ eyes, that Big Mac kissed him. He took his forehooves that were on Soarins’ and wrapped them around him, pulling Soarin closer and deepening their kiss. Soarin didn’t reject this at all; he was shocked, but it was a good kind of shock. He was so excited that Big Mac had kissed him. But now, now that he was caught in the complete embrace of his, in his eyes, lover, he was feeling complete euphoria. Elation had hit him like a bus as he felt the kiss going further when he had been caught in the rough, yet also gentle embrace of Big Mac’s.

Soarin responded by taking his legs and wrapping them around Big Mac’s waist. Big Mac moaned into the kiss at this and lifted Soarin up slightly so that he was now sitting on his lap. When this happened, Soarin felt something hard press onto his stomach. He glanced down and saw Big Mac’s now hardening member. Soarin thought about how big his cock was and it wasn’t even fully erect. Soarin moaned back in response and moved a forehoof down to start stroking the protruding friend. Big Mac made their tongues dance around at the touch and they were now full-blown making out. Soarin stroked Big Mac’s cock so softly. Big Mac wanted him to continue but he quickly broke the kiss and pushed Soarin away just a little bit by putting his hooves on the others’ chest.

“What’s wrong? Was it me? Did I do something? Oh...did you not want me to touch you?! I-I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking. I should have asked. I didn’t mean to—” Big mac put a hoof on Soarin’s mouth, shushing him. He then began to laugh a little.

“No. That’s not it. It’s okay. Hey...”, he put his hoof under Soarin’s chin and lifted it up to match his. Big Mac smiled. “You didn’t do anything wrong, babe. I liked it, I just want to make sure that you are okay with going further. But first, I have to ask, how do you feel?”

Soarin was stunned. He didn’t expect that at all, he thought he had fucked everything up and upset Big Mac. But no, it was the complete opposite. “I feel...good. I feel good towards you , Big Mac.

‘Babe’, he thought. He called me babe. Soarin began to blush.

“Like, a lot of feelings, you know? I’ve liked you for so long, admired even. You’re just so calm and shy, it’s so cute! And the way you are able to listen without judging me...you’re the only pony I feel comfortable talking to like that. You make my heart go so fast whenever I see you, I-I get so nervous. Thing is, I love you Big Mac.”, Soarin said, his heart going a mile a minute.

Big Mac’s heart fluttered and so did his stomach. He felt like he might pass out, but he put his focus back on the pony before him.

“I love you too, Soarin. Your flying always amazes me, and how kind you are to other ponies just leaves me kneeling for you. I can’t explain this feeling, it’s just so...warm. You make me feel like I myself am soaring through the clouds. What we did, I really didn’t expect you to kiss me back, or...do that. I expected rejection.”

“I could never reject you Big Mac. However, knowing that you love me back, and how you came on to me, I am just so happy and excited. I want you to take me. You asked if I wanted to continue, and I say...yes. Yes Big Mac, please. I love you so much. Fuck me, love me. I want to be one with you again just like that kiss.”, Soarin confessed.

“Now...why don’t you tell me what felt ‘weird’ after my leg touched yours, yeah?”, Soarin said as he crawled down, getting in a pouncing position—his flank in the air as he lowered his mouth down to Big Mac’s cock and started to lick the tip. He gave a quick *flick* of his tongue on the tip and saw Big Mac grit his teeth trying to process the pleasure and anticipation he felt.

Soarin knew he could continue, so he ever so slowly started to take the now fully erect member in his mouth. He started again with just the tip, suckling on it gently. While he suckled, he brought one of his fore hooves down to Big Mac’s balls and started to massage them. Big Mac moaned in response to that unexpected touch, “Oh yeah, that spot right there, keep doing that, unhh.”

Hearing Big Mac moan made Soarin’s cock begin to grow even more, his own becoming erect now. This got him excited so he swiftly brought his mouth all the way down on his long cock. He kept it there for a bit, using his tongue as much as he could while it was in his throat. He gagged a little and this turned Big Mac on so he put one of his hooves on Soarin’s head. Soarin, finally reaching the edge quickly popped his cock from his mouth, panting. Big Mac screamed in pleasure and began breathing heavily with sharp moans.

After Soarin caught some of his breath, he immediately went back down on the cock in front of him. Big Mac helped guide his head using his hoof. Soarin was so eager he began bobbing his head up and down on Big Mac’s cock, using his tongue to slick down the shaft and cause more pleasure. He continued to massage his balls while working his tongue and mouth. By now, Big Mac was a moaning mess, guiding Soarin’s bobbing with his hoof and using his other hoof on the ground to keep balance so he wouldn’t fall backwards.

Being sucked by the pony he had loved for so long, and how good of a job that certain somepony was doing, Big Mac felt himself coming close to the edge. Soarin released his mouth and brought it down to Big Mac’s balls and started to suck on one of his testes. He licked and sucked, putting a ball in his mouth then releasing and continuing his act. Big Mac felt like he really was flying now. He grunted and moaned as Soarin worked on his balls, and felt the stirring in his stomach and dick. He shouted. “Soarin! Ohh my god! Uh, yes! I’m gonna cum! Keep going!”

At that Soarin released his mouth from the now wet member and smirked at his lover. Big Mac looked dissappointed as he sat there breathing heavy. “W-why? Why did you stop?”

“You can’t release just yet. You still have to take me. I want you to ravage me, make me yours.”

Big Mac’s cock twitched at hearing this and he stood up on all fours, smiling now as well. “Well, if you insist.” He then began to walk over to Soarin to nibble on his ear, his breath ghosting over Soarin’s ear. He whispered gently causing Soarin to shiver. “Lay down.”

Soarin, feeling good already, obliged and lied down. Big Mac crouched down leaving his flank in the air and wasted no time. He brought his tongue down to Soarin’s welcoming hole and gave it a slow lick. Soarin gasped. Big Mac heard this as a good gasp and began to lick Soarin’s fuckhole. He licked and suckled, then did something Soarin never saw coming. He stuck his tongue inside and began exploring the cavern.

“Oh, fuck!”, Soarin moaned. Big Mac licked the left side of the interior of the hole and this made Soarin see stars. “Oh yeah! Fuck...do that again, right there. Don’t stop!”, he pleaded. Big Mac complied and continued to lick. Hearing how loud Soarin’s moans were getting, Big Mac released his tongue from the tight cavern, giving a final flick.

“On your side.”

Soarin was confused at first but then got excited again. Now he was feeling really horny. He was still trying to catch his breath from what he had just felt. If that’s what a tongue feels like, what will his cock feel like?

‘Oh my. He’s going to plow me. My fantasy is coming true. Everything I had thought of doing sexually with this pony is coming true. Well, maybe not all of it, but still. I was going to see what it felt like to get plowed by a cock with such strength and force.’, Soarin thought.

His cock twitched and he moaned. “Woah there, I haven’t even begun to put it in yet. Hehe.”, Big Mac stated.

Big Mac lied behind Soarin and wrapped his forehoof and one leg around him, his cock prodding Soarin’s entrance. Soarin yipped in excitement. Big Mac didn’t want to waste any time because he was feeling just as horny, he wanted to fuck his lover and make him scream. He wanted to take him and fuse together, becoming one.

Big Mac prodded the entrance and used the forehoof behind Soarin’s back to help guide his cock in. When he got the tip in, Soarin bit his lip and groaned. “Are you okay, babe?”, Big Mac asked worriedly.

“I’m fine.”, Soarin breathed. “Keep going, don’t stop. I want to feel you in me. Fuck me, please. I need you.”, he pleaded.

Big Mac’s cock was growing more eager, and he pushed it in a bit more. He kept going until it was halfway in. The discomfort and slight pain Soarin was feeling was quickly replaced by fiery pleasure. A passion grew inside of him, along with his lover. Big Mac began to thrust his cock in Soarin lightly and slowly. Doing so struck a spot inside Soarin that made him scream. “Unnnh, Oh Big Mac! Fuck! Do that again!”

Big Mac did as he was told and thrusted again, this time with a bit more force. Another yell of pleasure elicited from Soarin’s muzzle. Big Mac grew relentless as he saw how much pleasure he was giving Soarin. He loved being in control of his pleasure and being able to fuck him, watching his submissive form squirm and squeal in delight.

Big Mac held on to Soarin, thrusting even faster. He finally fit his whole cock inside of Soarin making him moan very loudly. Big Mac brought his cock out of Soarin’s hole, leaving just the tip inside and then ramming his whole cock back inside in one swift and forceful motion. This made Soarin squeeze on Big Mac’s hoof and bite his lip, trying not to scream again. He didn’t want anypony knowing they were doing this.

Big Mac did this three times before he began to pound Soarin’s asshole fervently. He was quick and forceful as pre-cum began to drip from both of their cocks. This made Big Mac act in the way Soarin had before, he wanted to return the favor. It was only fair. As he continued to pound Soarin, Big Mac reached down with the fore hoof he had wrapped around Soarin and began to stroke his cock. Soarin moaned so passionately. His eyes closed in pleasure as he continued to moan. Feeling Big Mac’s cock and having him stroke his own was taking him over the cliff of ecstasy.

“Oh shit! Big Mac OH MY GOD! Yes! Fuck me harder! Stroke my cock and make me cum. I’m all yours!”, Soarin shouted.

Big Mac thrusted even quicker now and with more fervor. His balls slapped against Soarin’s ass, making a loud and wet fapping sound. Each thrust made a slap and this drove them both to the edge. Big Mac’s thrusts became uncontrolled and sloppy. He made a few last thrusts as he continued to stroke his lover.

“Oh god Big Mac, I’m gonna cum! Let’s cum together! Cum inside of me—I want to feel your hot load inside me!”

“Ngggahhh!”, Big Mac groaned as he made one last push and stroke, releasing himself inside of Soarin, his lover. Feeling the hot liquid shoot inside of him, Soarin screamed as he came. “Oh fuckkkk! I’m cumming! AHHHH!”, Soarin came and shot his cum out, some landing on his chest and matting some of his fur. Both Big Mac and Soarin came at the same time now, Big Mac releasing himself inside of his hole and Soarin having the best orgasm of his life from Big Mac’s powerful hoof.

As they reached the ends of their orgasms, Big Mac twitched and jerked, releasing the last of himself inside as he rode out his orgasm. Soarin shuddered at the feeling and his breathing hitched as he felt Big Mac’s cock begin to soften inside of him. They lied like that for a short while, twitching from pleasure. Big Mac hugged and kissed Soarin with his cock still inside. He finally took it out and continued to hug and kiss his lover, cum dripping out from Soarin’s anus. They both made one last moan.

“That was...amazing...”, Big Mac said, practically out of breath. “You were so adorable, Soarin.”

“You were so hot, your cock was so big and it felt so good. I can’t believe that just happened. I’ve never felt so good in my life. Feeling that from the pony I love, I was on cloud nine. Fuck, I love you Big Mac.”

“I love you too, I loved making you feel so good.”, Big Mac nuzzled Soarin’s neck tenderly and playfully. He lied next to him and put his head underneath Soarin’s neck on the ground. Soarin placed his head on top of Big Mac’s resting it as he closed his eyes and smiled. They both fell asleep quickly in each other’s grasp. They knew this was a night they would never forget, and that gave them the peace of mind to sleep soundly, not caring who came in. They realized that they loved each other too much to worry.

Author's Note

This was inspired by the cover photo, an amazing piece of art done by Braeburned. And also the remnants of sin in my mind. I already had ideas like this floating around, but the picture just gave me even more inspiration.

Correct my mistakes if you see them, I will fix them. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed reading. This ship is so under acknowledged I just had to write about it. It’s also very gay which is why I also had to write it. I enjoyed making this... a lot.