AKA: Braeburn's Dinner for One
“Whew!” Big Macintosh sighed with a satisfied smile as he wiped a good portion of sweat from his brow. Considering how much work he put into his plan today, he was actually a little surprised he finished in time. With the oven turned off, the cast-irons oiled clean, and all of the dishes washed and drying on the rack, all that the farm-pony had to do was wait for his special guest to arrive. He was worried he wouldn’t get everything cooked before seven, but luck seemed to be on his side as he finished with enough time for everything to cool down.
As soon as the grandfather clock in the living room chimed at seven pm, a couple quick and antsy knocks could be heard at the front door. Since it was only Big Mac at home that night, due to Applejack and the others catering a party in Canterlot, he was the one to go and answer the door with a ready smile on his muzzle. When he opened it, the stallion beamed happily as he saw the yellow pony who arrived on time. The guest may have been a little heavier than the last time he showed up to Sweet Apple Acres, but his infectiously wide smile was still clear as ever behind his growing blush.
“Braeburn! Ya made it!” Keeping a cheerful tone expected of one cousin reuniting with another, Big Mac pulled the golden stallion in for a strong and loving hug. Despite his nervousness, Braeburn was quick to hug his cousin back in an effort to feel more comfortable. When the two pulled away, Mac seemed genuinely pleased to see him again as he asked, “So how was the train ride from Apploosa, cuz?”
“Oh, you know,” replied Brae as he looked away from Mac bashfully, and rubbed his foreleg while keeping track of his racing thoughts. “S-same ol, same ol…”
However, as soon as he looked back at his cousin after that pause, Braeburn gulped when he saw that knowing smirk was growing on Mac’s face. The red stallion’s eyes narrowed on Braeburn before saying, “Oh, don’t give me that, cuz… We both know this ain’t no family reunion like before~”
After a brief huff in apprehension, Braeburn nodded while keeping a smile across his bitten lip. “A-Ah know,” he muttered meekly, and needed to take a breath before adding, “Ah just, ummm… Ah’m just a little nervous…”
As he looked around the living room the two were in, it didn’t take long for Braeburn to ask curiously, “So, ummm… where’s Caramel at?”
“He’s visitin’ family in Baltimare,” Mac answered with a casual shrug. “But don’t worry too much ‘bout that. He already knows why you’re here, and he’s okay with it. He didn’t wanna interfere since this is your first time, and he wanted you to enjoy this yourself. ”
When he glanced back at his cousin, Braeburn shivered with feeble smile at seeing how cheeky Mac’s expression looked. The golden stallion huffed and removed his stetson as he said, “O-Okay, Ah, ummm… Ah just wanted ta make sure things were good since… since Ah didn’t expect you ta yes so quickly…”
Braeburn then looked back down to his hooves, afraid to say much else while feeling so flustered. From the way his yellow cheeks were growing redder by the second, it almost looked like he tried to rush up a flight of stairs too quickly. A couple months ago, the Apploosan was a prime image of conventional health with a slender physique and toned muscles. However, after learning of Big Mac’s recent relationship with Caramel, and seeing just much things changed with him, Braeburn was more than curious about doing something very similar with himself.
So now, the stallion already looked drastically different from before. Instead of having a lean torso and chiseled abs, Braeburn had replaced it with quite a rotund-looking gut that hung loosely around his barrel. He also had a small pair of moobs growing across his chest, which seemed to match the soft flabbiness that could be seen growing around his neck and cheeks. He wasn’t downright huge like Caramel yet, but anypony who knew Braeburn would’ve been shocked at how much he ballooned so far. In fact, his trademark vest could be seen with several noticeable alterations, just to make sure he could still wear it comfortably.
Meanwhile, Big Mac just huffed with a growing grin as he looked at his chubby cousin. Braeburn wasn’t nearly as husky as his coltfriend, but the golden Apploosan still looked absolutely adorable with all that added flab and jiggle. But while his cousin was paused after that statement, Mac could only reply with a raised brow and ask, “Oh, what? Ya think Ah wouldn’t help out family? Especially when you made it pretty clear what ya wanted from me~?”
That added remark at the end made the smaller stallion’s blush deepen even more. Regardless, Braeburn was still able to take a breath while looking up at Mac with a feeble smile. Even though he still felt a little skittish, he could also recall how overwhelmingly worried he first felt while processing Mac’s… unique relationship with Caramel. He could also remember how shaky his hooves were when he first wrote those letters to his cousin, asking questions about it and eventually growing curious himself. Compared to those moments, Braeburn felt a lot less hesitant as he replied to him, “W-Well, ummmm… Ah’m still kinda nervous, that’s all…”
Big Macintosh gave a warm and calming chuckle in response, and leaned in to nuzzle Brae’s chubby neck to calm his nerves. “It’s alright, sugar… Believe me, Cara and Ah both know what it’s like, and there’s nuthin’ to be worried about…”
Brae sighed with a blushed smile as he nuzzled his cousin back, happy that Mac was being so affectionate with his support. However, the red stallion’s coy grin returned after he pulled back and added, “Besides, judgin’ by how you look now, it seems that you’ve been followin’ my advice to the letter, haven’t ya?~”
He then leaned in to prod at one of Braeburn’s pudgy love-handles, which caused the pony to giggle and pull away with a sheepish blush. “Hehehehe, c’mon, Mac! That tickles!” After taking a second to stop and collect his breath, the stallion’s blush turned heavier as he looked up at Mac to say, “B-But, ummm… yeah, Ah… Ah’ve been followin’ that, errr… ‘Diet plan’ you and Cara recommended…”
He bit his lip as his heart began to race, feeling rather embarrassed to confess that detail. As soon as he sent that letter of confession after some back and forth, Mac was quick to give him some surprisingly detailed guidelines he should follow. Brae wanted to be surprised at how much info his cousin had, but it made sense given what he did with his butterball of a boyfriend. And judging by Mac’s enticed smile, it seemed that he was quite pleased how Brae looked after two months of their recommended regimen.
“So…” Mac leaned in with a widening grin while studying his chunky cousin’s sheepish expression. “How many calories have you had since this mornin’ cuz?~”
A nervous, but still clearly enticed shudder crept up the yellow pony’s spine. With a shaky smile, Braeburn had to take a breath before he replied with an antsy tone, “Ah… Ah think it’s been ‘bout… four thousand since Apploosa?~”
As Mac’s brows rose with an impressed expression, Brae exhaled with a strong shiver and added in growing excitement, “B-But, ummm… Ah’ve been gettin’ up to around seven thousand the past few days, s-sooo…”
Big Mac’s grin grew tremendously wide, which seemed to match the antsy smile Brae was shakily holding up. The red stallion’s eyes narrowed on him with conviction (and maybe a slight hint of lust) as he said suggestively, “So, cuz… you know what you want tonight?~”
Braeburn nodded his head almost instantly, even though his face was now almost as red as his cousin’s. He closed his eyes to take a deep breath, and kept his anxious smile as he looked up at Mac and answered, “Ah… Ah want you to fatten me up, Mac~ Ju… Just like you did with Caramel.”
Mac chuckled in delight while pulling away from his antsy guest, and motioned over to the closed dining room door. “Well,” he said with a confident grin that remained wide in anticipation, “Ah hope you’re hungry, cause this is all for you~”
As soon as Big Macintosh opened the door Braeburn’s jaw dropped in absolute shock. The Apple Family dining table was large enough to easily seat a dozen ponies, and could hold enough food to properly feed twice that much. But on that night, Mac took advantage of every square inch to put out a gargantuan display of food for his single guest. Along with some of the staples like apple fritters and apple pies, there were also several different deep-fried platters that Brae couldn’t even recognize! Not to mention all of the other fatty, sugar-laden treats he seemed to have bought from Sugar Cube Corner for the occasion. And at the corner or the table, a metal bucket was filled with ice and several bottles of hard cider.
There was more than enough food at this table to feed a small army. But as Braeburn gawked at the fattening sight, it didn’t take long to see that there was only one chair in the room. Big Mac pulled it out from the end of the table, and smiled invitingly while looking back at Brae. “Ah hope you’re hungry~”
His cousin’s face lit up like one of Twilight’s magic spells, and the golden Aploosan waddled over to the table to take advantage of the wondrous feast. “H-Holy crap!” he blurted while getting in his seat, not even pausing in embarrassment of his expletive as he dug in. His hooves shot out to grab the closest platter his cousin prepared: a monstrous pile of golden-brown, deep-fried lumps which smelled like mushrooms. Mac grinned wide as he stood right beside his cousin’s seat, and slid over a huge bowl of ranch dressing. Of course, the fat pony already shoved at least five of the fried mounds into his drooling maw without even noticing the dip; as he chewed on the heavenly fattening concoction, Brae moaned with his eyes rolled back when he realized they were fried mushrooms, one of his favorites. “Mmmmm… Uh Muh Guff,” he muttered with his mouth stuffed, before closing his eyes to make that first big swallow.
Meanwhile, Big Mac hummed sweetly as he leaned in behind his cousin to wrap his hooves around his pudgy form. As Braeburn shivered in excitement and continued his gorging, he blushed hard as he felt his cousin’s hoof gently rubbing his stomach. He didn’t say anything about it, and instead dipped multiple mushrooms into the dressing to add to the calorie count. His hooves were starting to get splattered in the white fluid, but he couldn’t have cared less as he pigged out on each salty, savory morsel of fried breading he shoved into his muzzle.
“Mmmmph! This… This is so good~” Braeburn looked quite blissful while devouring that first try of fried goodness, and tried not to moan too loudly from his cousin’s belly-rubs. While he certainly appreciated that added incentive, he had to cross his hind-legs to keep anything inappropriate from stirring between them. Alas, as the fat stallion mowed down three quarters of the party-sized tray in a matter of minutes, he couldn’t say much until he paused to lick the ranch dressing off his hooves. “Mmmmm…”
“Well, look at you now…” Mac held his cousin close as he nuzzled the side of his chubby neck affectionately. As his first hoof continued to rub at Braeburn’s gurgling gut, his other slowly went down to gently caress the outside of his twitching thigh. “You must’ve been mighty hungry ta eat so much already. Heh… Ah bet you have room for a lot more, don’cha?~”
Braeburn blushed while squirming a little in his seat, feeling himself enjoying his cousin’s rubbing much more than expected. In an effort to ignore his stallionhood slowly slipping from his sheathe, Brae breathed out sharply before reaching over to pull a bottle of ale from the bucket. After twisting the cap off, the pony thirstily downed that sweet and tangy booze to counteract all the saltiness on his tongue. He chugged down the entire bottle in a matter of seconds, and gasped heavily afterward before going right back to his food.
“Mmmm… that’s right, Brae~” cooed Mac sweetly as he watched his cousin chowing down so piggishly on the remainder of the fried mushrooms. As soon as the pony was finished, Mac was quick to lean in to slide the empty platter aside, and pull in the next course. “Just so ya know,” he whispered sultrily into his cousin’s ear, “Ah fried up those mushrooms in lard for this occasion. And if my numbers are right, that entire platter was over nine-hundred calories~”
Braeburn let out a muffled moan before swallowing the last of that dangerously decadent “appetizer,” letting all of that fried dough and ranch travel down his ever-hungry gullet. Considering how a healthy pony should only have two thousand calories a day, eating almost half that in one serving was beyond tantalizing to the pony. Even though he already ate twice that number before even coming here, Braeburn’s heart was racing at the idea of devouring even more. After all those pictures he saw of Caramel’s massive girth, and pleasuring himself to the idea of being such a fat and pudgy butterball himself, it took everything in him not to get rock-hard the moment he saw a platter of cupcakes before him.
Of course, he grew fully erect anyway the instant his cousin’s hoof went back to rubbing his thigh. As Mac went back to groping Brae’s belly tentatively, he smiled in prideful pleasure at watching Braeburn gorging on the first couple of cupcakes on the platter. As a special request to Pinkie Pie, Mac made sure that each cupcake not only had twice the amount of buttercream frosting on the outside, but were filled with them on the inside too. Because of that, each hungry bite the bulbous pony took was absolutely flooded with that rich and creamy sweetness that made him groan while chewing. By the time he finished that second cupcake, his muzzle was already sloppily covered with hefty dollops of frosting.
“Mmmmm…” Upon seeing how much frosting was smeared on his cousin’s face, Mac hummed contently while pulling his hoof from Brae’s leg to help wipe his face. Meanwhile, Braeburn barely had time to even register that feeling as he chowed down on more of those addictively sweet baked-goods. While Mac’s other hoof continued to massage the stallion’s swelling belly, he placed his other in front of Braeburn’s face to make him pause his gorging. “C’mon, cuz… you don’t wanna let all this rich… fattenin’ frosting go to waste, do ya?~”
Brae moaned out weakly as he shook his head, and closed his eyes before leaning in to drag his tongue across his cousin’s frosted hoof. His lips pressed hard against Mac’s surprisingly smooth keratin, sucking on every inch his tongue could reach to clean off that deliciously sweet buttercream. All the while, Braeburn’s cock remained rock-hard while twitching underneath the table. He almost wanted to ask for his cousin to start rubbing it, but he felt that would’ve been going too far; plus, it was hard to complain about those sensual, coaxing belly-rubs that helped give him more room for his meal.
As soon as he finished lapping off every remnant of frosting, Brae shivered as he felt Mac’s hot breath against his ear. “You like them cupcakes, cuz?~” he asked in a clearly sultry tone, not even trying to be subtle anymore. “Ah had ‘em made just for you… and ya still got a lot more to eat in front of ya~”
Even though he felt like he was beginning to get full, Braeburn nodded with a hungry-sounding moan in response to his cousin’s lustrous tone. He felt like he should slow down, or at least try to process what to eat next. However, as Mac kept holding him close and coaxing him to eat more, Brae wouldn’t have been able to control himself if he wanted to. And with how decadent everything on the table looked, the pony felt like it would’ve been sinful to let any of it go to waste.
As he grew a wide and determined smirk, Braeburn only paused to grab another bottle of hard cider to wash down all that sugary frosting. As he chugged down his second bottle, he almost choked from the shudder he felt from Mac leaning in to kiss the side of his pudgy neck. If he was sober, he may have been a little resistant; however, as he felt the effects of the ale begin to kick in, all that Brae could do was giggle with a blush before going back to pigging on those cupcakes.
“Mmmm… that’s right Brae,” cooed Big Mac between his sensual smooches against his cousin. “Ah want ya to eat alllll them cupcakes right up~ And then after that, Ah’ll let ya have somethin’ really special~”
With that enticing offer echoing in his cloudy mind, Braeburn couldn’t stop moaning as he let each bite of those cupcakes stimulate his senses with sweetness. His eyes closed while gorging on that massive platter, focusing on how each creamy dollop of frosting felt against his tongue. He also felt just how comforting Mac’s rubbing against his gut felt, especially as it began to bloat out with each cupcake he inhaled. He wasn’t sure when he lost count of how many cupcakes he consumed, but his belly was starting to hurt by the time his hoof reached down to feel nothing but an empty platter.
“Ohhhhhhh my~” By that point, Big Mac was rubbing his cousin’s swollen stomach with both hooves, kneading all of that pudgy flesh that was trying to stretch open to accommodate all those fatty calories. “Cuz, you went through all them cupcakes like it was nuthin~”
“Mmnnnghhhhh…” As soon as he opened his eyes, Braeburn shuddered with a dopey grin at seeing that platter completely empty. Considering how there were at least a dozen when he started, and each baked-good likely sported a few hundred calories on their own, his stallionhood throbbed hard at the thought of just how much he took. He wanted to ask his cousin what the number was, but he was too giddy to even care. Considering how much he already had, a twinge of excitement crept up his spine at the idea of eating everything else. Fortunately, it seemed that Big Mac had the same idea as he pulled that platter aside, and brought in one of his cousin’s favorite desserts…
A freshly-baked, family-recipe apple pie, cooled-down and still in the tin.
Mac also pulled out a large, family-sized tub of vanilla ice cream to go along with it. “How ‘bout you have yourself another bottle of cider?” he suggested with a warm grin towards his cousin. While one hoof kept massaging Braeburn’s belly, which gurgled especially loud to the sight of that pie’s golden-brown crust, his other hoof removed the lid of the ice cream carton before picking up a scoop. “Meanwhile, Ah’ll start makin’ this pie á la mode for ya~”
A strong, giddy shudder escaped Brae’s mouth as he nodded readily, and reached over to grab himself a third and fourth bottle of hard cider. While the fat stallion quickly began to down one of the bottles and get even tipsier, Big Mac kept a confident grin as he cut an especially big piece of pie for his cousin. The buttery crust was as flaky as it was golden brown, and carried the distinct scent of cinnamon and brown sugar that was generously sprinkled on top. Beneath the surface, the gooey filling of caramelized apples was rich and decadent while slowly oozing from where it was cut. Of course, that fruity goodness pouring onto Braeburn’s plate was soon joined by the creamy white drippings of a large scoop of ice cream, which was plopped right on top by the grinning feeder.
“Therrrrrrreee ya go~” cooed Mac affectionately as he went back to rubbing Braeburn’s big belly. Meanwhile, the yellow stallion sipped the last of his ale while marveling at how wonderful that slice of pie looked. He may have felt fairly full, but he really didn’t want to not eat that first slice. Mac picked the pie up with his hoof, seemingly not caring about how much cream with dripping down his fetlocks as he brought it in close to his cousin’s mouth. “Mmmm… doesn’t that look good, cuz?~ Ah made it all by myself, just for you…”
With a hungry moan, Braeburn closed his eyes and lunged in with his mouth wide open. He took a huge bite out that first slice, letting the contrasting temperatures work so beautifully well with the sweet creaminess that flooded his messy maw. He chewed on that first heavenly bite with pure elation while Mac held him snug, helping to massage his body and fit in more. As soon as he swallowed, Braeburn felt his cousin fit more of that slice into his muzzle while his belly was being continually petted.
“My, my, myyyyyy… It’s like what Granny Smith says… An Apple always has room for some pie~” After he fed Braeburn that first massive slice of apple pie, Big Mac got another slice cut from the tin while his cousin moaned helplessly in his grasp. He could feel just how tight Braeburn’s stomach was getting behind all that flabby pudge, but he remembered reading those letters alongside Caramel when his cousin first asked for this. He could recall how shaky Brae’s hoofwriting looked as he confessed wanting to be fat, and to be pushed past his limits like Cara was. So as soon as the chunky stallion breathed out in a blissful sigh, Mac was quick to hold up that second slice of pie close to his face. “You want another helpin’, sugar?~”
Braeburn moaned weakly at seeing more of that pie before him, despite not knowing where he could fit it. Big Mac may have known that there was no way his cousin could eat everything he prepared for him tonight; in fact, he contacted the Ponyville food bank with plans to donate whatever wasn’t touched to them the next morning. However, instead of letting Brae know that, he only waited until the pony was paused to add coaxingly, “You know… that slice looks really good, don’t it? Would you be willin’ ta eat it if Ah added ice cream again?~”
After a long and difficult breath, Braeburn blushed hard as he nodded dutifully. “P… Please, cuz~”
“Alright then~” Mac paused his belly-rubbing very briefly, and scooped a large helping of ice cream on that slice of pie in his other hoof. Meanwhile, Braeburn tried to make that slice easier to eat (as well as calm his nerves) by drinking his forth bottle of hard cider. By the time he finished it with a hard chug, the stallion knew that he was teetering on being officially drunk. And with that, he was able to smile with a deeper blush as he saw that pie being brought to his fat muzzle.
“Mmmm… that looks amazin’, Mac~”
Without any prompting from his cousin, Braeburn moaned before letting Mac shove at least half of that new slice into his mouth. Meanwhile, Big Mac’s other hoof went back down to help massage Brae as he fed him so affectionately. However, it quickly became apparent that Braeburn’s stomach wasn’t the center of attention anymore. Even though the stallion gasped with a strong shudder, he didn’t try to stop his cousin by any means when he felt that hoof grasp his throbbing member. Instead, his eyes just rolled back as he let Mac shove more of that pie into his mouth, and let him stroke his cock at a teasing pace.
“Thaaaaaaaats’s right,” Mac hissed while pushing the last of that slice into his cousin’s mouth between horny moans. “You wanna be a fat ‘lil colt, don’cha?~”
“Mmmhmmm!~” As he chewed on the last of that second slice, Brae had to clench his eyes shut while moaning and nodding his head. His hips tried to thrust alongside Mac’s increasingly pleasing strokes, but his body felt too heavy to let him try very hard. His stomach felt so full that it could almost burst, but he felt so compelled to keep going with his cousin’s enthusiastic insistence. His muzzle was covered in melted ice cream and smears of pie-filling, but he couldn’t have cared less due to how piggish he wanted to be.
Fortunately, Big Mac clearly felt the same way as he brought that whole tin closer to the fat pony he was stroking. There was still more than half of that apple pie inside of it, but the stallion didn’t feel like cutting any more “little” slices for his growing cousin. Instead, while his one hoof kept pumping Brae’s twitching shaft, the stallion’s other hoof tipped that carton of ice cream over the half-empty tin. With Braeburn seated with a shocked and aroused moan, he could only watch as a large volley of melted ice cream dribbled out of the tub to fill whatever empty space was inside the metal container.
By the time he was done, Mac had coated the remainder of the pie in at least a pint of melted cream, making it look absolutely irresistible. Braeburn shivered in uncertainty of seeing so much pie before him, but his heart was racing as Mac leaned back in to his side and said, “If you promise ta eat that whole thing for me, Ah’ll suck you off while you do it~”
Braeburn jolted as he gawked up at his cousin in surprise. “R… Really?” he asked with a heavy blush, not seeming to be against the idea while his cock was leaking pre in Mac’s grip.
“Eeeyup~” replied Mac with a warm nod of his head. “And before ya ask, Cara told me it was alright.”
Braeburn nodded back at him, not denying his cousin’s claim. Even though the Apple family looked down on incest, they’d probably look down at what he was doing right now as well. His stomach felt as tight as a drum, but it didn’t take long for the stallion to respond to Mac’s tempting offer. After closing his eyes with a reassuring breath, Brae looked up at him with a deep blush and a smile.
“Ah… Ah, ummm… Ah promise Ah’ll eat every bite~”
“You better~” purred Mac with an antsy grin, before he let go of his cousin to get underneath the dining table. Meanwhile, Braeburn readied himself as he got into position above that tempting pie tin. Despite how full he felt, his throbbing coak was begging for him to keep going. Brae groaned the instant he felt his cousin’s tongue drag up the underside of his cock, which was all the prompting he needed. And before Mac could even wrap his lips around that cockhead, Braeburn eagerly dove in to bury his muzzle into that pie.
His wet, hungry slurps sounded absolutely primal as he gorged on that pie like he was in a contest. Of course, Mac’s own sounds were pretty prevalent underneath the table, as he moaned between the slides of his lips up and down his cousin’s shaft. Braeburn’s belly may have hung over a large portion of his stallionhood, but Big Mac was able to dig his muzzle in beneath that mass to fit the entire length into his drooling maw. Of course, his hooves couldn’t resist pawing at Brae’s belly during his blowjob, feeling every bite of that pie as it was chowed down and stuffed into that ever-swelling gut.
As more and more of that pie was being ravenously consumed by the fat stallion, his face was absolutely coated with melted cream and pie crust. Alas, all that mattered to Braeburn was eating every bite as promised to his feeder cousin. His stomach was throbbing in discomfort, but his cock throbbed even harder as Mac’s muzzle constantly sucked on it. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, but Brae moaned in lustful determination as he downed every bite he could fit. Just as he felt his member reaching the very peak of orgasm, Braeburn moaned when he stopped feeling any large pieces of pie with his muzzle.
He wasn’t sure how long it took for him to mow down the remainder of the pie, but it seemed to be the same time it took for Mac’s blowjob to be successful. Just as he made one final lick of the remaining cream that lined the inside of the tin, Braeburn moaned out heavily as he felt his hind-legs clench tightly. His stallionhood pulsated hard inside of Mac’s mouth, which made the red pony keep his lips tight around the shaft while being delivered his cousin’s load. As the chubby pony orgasmed loudly atop the table, Big Mac stayed silent below it while swallowing every spurt of cum that erupted from Braeburn’s cock.
After all the letters he sent to his cousin, Braeburn wouldn’t have anticipated experiencing a climax that intense as a result from it. His nerves were set ablaze in pleasure, and he was lost in a strong wave of euphoria while writhing in his chair. Each hefty throb of his stallionhood made his hooves curl up tightly, and he could barely even breathe from how invigorating his release hit him. Just as the last of his cum was emitted and swallowed by Mac, a strong jolt of his back made Braeburn break the back of the chair and fall to the floor. Fortunately, the stallion didn’t look hurt as he laid in a post-feeding and post-orgasmic stupor.
Big Macintosh quickly shuffled out from under the table, and laid beside his cousin while spooning him lovingly. As his hoof traced along his cousin’s massive belly, he whispered between gentle kisses across his neck. “Mmmmm… you did such a good job, cuz~”
Before he could pass out from how much he did, Braeburn nuzzled Mac’s chest in return and said with a strained mutter, “Th… Thanks, Mac…”
Big Mac held his cousin tightly, and rested his chin atop the fat pony’s sweaty mane. As he rubbed Brae’s back with a hoof, he only waited a brief moment before asking. “So… You wanna join Cara an’ me for dinner sometime?~”
“Yes.”
