Author's Note

Characters included in this chapter: Big Macintosh and Braeburn

Sexual acts included in this chapter: M/M Incest, Oral, Anal, Gentle, Loving Topping, Cum-Licking, and Rimming.

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE:
I wrote this chapter because when I see Mac in gay fics, he’s almost always a stereotypical, alpha-male top. And when he’s not, he’s usually a bad drag-queen, and/or somepony’s ″little mare.″ For once, I wanted to see a M/M fic without any bottom-shaming or even a hint of feminization. Just two good-looking stallions having sex tenderly and respectfully.

COLLECTION RELEVANT TRIVIA:
All ponies have magics that are independent of their tribal magic. Unguliturgy, which allows them to grip and manipulate things with their hooves/frogs. And capilluturgy, which allows them a great deal of control over their manes/tails. (That’s how Applejack can spin a lasso with her tail, and plays a part in Rarity keeping her curls so elaborate. Pinkie storing things in her mane is an extremely advanced aspect of this kind of magic.)

Visiting Family (Big Mac)

*CREEEAAAK*

″You might want to fix that door, when you get the chance.″ Braeburn said, as he stepped into the shaded interior.

″Ah did, a couple weeks after Hearth’s Warming.″ Big Macintosh told his cousin, as he kicked the barn door closed, out of habit.

″And it’s creaking again already?″

″Eeyup. Life in Ponyville can be rough on things, sometimes.″ Mac explained. ″Ah’ll take a look at it when Ah get a free minute.″

″Hopefully not while I’m still here.″ Braeburn said with a smirk.

″Nope.″ Mac responded, with a smirk of his own. ″As long as you’re here, my free time is taken up.″

″Well, ain’t you a charmer.″ the smaller pony chuckled, before reaching up and pressing a soft kiss against the red lips. The larger stallion shuddered with pleasure before stealing another kiss. With a soft nicker, Braeburn stole it back. The two spent the next couple minutes trading quick kisses, that got ever-so-slowly longer. Until eventually, Macintosh slipped his tongue into Braeburn’s mouth.

″Whoa there.″ the yellow stallion said breathlessly, pulling his head back. ″No need to rush, ya big lug. We still gotta get ready, after all.″ He removed his hat and vest as Mac took off his yoke. Big Mac then watched as Braeburn muscled a couple hay bales together, making a bit more of a show of it than strictly necessary. Which Mac appreciated enough to return the favor, moving slowly and deliberately as he grabbed a nearby checkerboard cloth to toss over the cobbled-together platform. He also added a sway to his steps that set his scrotum swinging. And with his short tail purposely held low, he knew Braeburn would get no more than teasing glimpses. It was one of the red stallion’s most seductive moves, and it worked like a charm on just about everypony.

“The best fruit in the family, and they don’t grow on any tree.” Braeburn thought to himself, as he watched for the tantalizing flashes of dark red like a hawk. ”Hay, they ain’t even really apples.” Not only was the bigger stallion’s purse darker than just about any variety the family grew, it’s precious contents were bigger than grapefruit.

Once he had the blanket in place, Big Mac climbed on the improvised platform and laid down. He could feel a warmth building in his sheath, just from anticipation. Both his anticipation and his arousal increased when Braeburn teased him back, much less subtly, by flipping his tail up over his back to blatantly display his honey-brown purse as he bent over to take something from his hatband.

Braeburn opened the metal case and carefully removed one rather large pill from it. Holding it on his hoof, he sauntered around behind Big Mac, who flagged his own short tail. Braeburn nuzzled against Mac’s purse for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. They’d both rinsed up before going in for lunch, so the scents of sweat and male musk were mild, but he enjoyed what was there. He even spent a few seconds sucking and lipping the dark skin, enjoying the way his partner was squirming.

“That’s nice, Brae.” Mac moaned, as his cock grew underneath him. The soft wool of the blanket did nothing more than tease him further as he squirmed against it.

“It sure is. But I know it’s not what you want.” Braeburn mumbled, before dragging his tongue up the loose skin, over the dark taint, and across the pouty ring of Mac’s anus. Mac drew a deep breath, pushing back against his cousin’s muzzle. Like most ponies, Big Mac was careful about cleanliness, so apart from twin hints of bitterness and sweat, Braeburn tasted only skin. He kept licking for several seconds more, watching Mac’s big body move with his deep breaths.

“You ready?” Braeburn asked, once he’d finished lubricating Big Mac’s entrance.

“Eeyup.” The answer was a soft groan.

Braeburn then grabbed Mac’s tail in his teeth, to keep it out of the way—and gently pulled it taught, the way Big Mac liked—before pushing the large pill still on his hoof into Mac’s anus. A quick flex of the muscular ring pulled the suppository inside the stallion’s body completely. Now it just needed a few minutes to do its work. And both stallions knew just how they were going to spend that time.

Braeburn walked around in front of Big Mac, feeling his mostly hard cock bouncing beneath him. He stood side-on to the other stallion, stretching one leg back, to show off his honey-brown member.

“Like what you see, Cuz?” he asked, flexing his muscles to make his cock slap loudly against his belly as it finished growing to full-mast. His cock wasn’t as big as Mac’s—length or girth—but it was on the high side of average for thickness, and a few inches longer.

Mac nodded.

“You want it?” he asked, belly-slapping again.

“Eeyup.” Mac said, with another nod.

“Alright, then.” Braeburn said, with one more, unintentional belly-slap. “Open wide.” he added, putting his forehooves on the hay bales.

Big Mac looked at the round cock head in front of his face for a second or two, taking in the familiar sight, before leaning forward to kiss it. Quick pecks soon turned into harder kisses, which quickly grew into a sloppy make-out. Mac listened to his cousin’s deepening breaths as he ran his tongue around the scalloped crown a couple times and he heard it hitch when he plunged his mouth down the hard shaft, his lips easily reaching the medial ring.

“Oh, yeaaah, Mac.” Braeburn moaned, as the bigger stallion wiggled forward a little bit, until he had a comfortable mouthful, and started bobbing back and forth. He resisted the urge to move his hips, since for all his experience, Mac had never learned to suppress his gag reflex. He was great with his tongue, though. He loved how it felt, slathering all over his shaft. And his tightly sealed lips bumping over Braeburn’s medial ring was pretty good, too.

Big Mac, meanwhile, was making love to his cousin’s dick, and loving every second of it. As he did, memories of their relationship rolled, unbidden, through his mind.

Like most colts, his first sexual experience with another male had been his father, but Braeburn, at only half a dozen years older than he, had been his first male lover of similar age. Those few extra years had made Braeburn big enough that it was only natural for Mac to bottom for him. And even after he’d grown bigger than almost everypony else, they maintained that dynamic, eight out of ten times. With his size, everypony always expected him to be on top—which he did enjoy—but now and then, he wanted to be on the receiving end. And Braeburn was just about the only stallion who felt comfortable serving as the spear to his sheath.

While this was going on, the suppository Mac had been given was surrounded by his personal magic, soaking it up. And when it reached the saturation point, the spells it contained activated. The first spell cleaned out his bowels, while the second left behind a coating of lubrication.

When Mac felt the bursts of magic in his hindquarters, he started bobbing his head faster, going from quick but steady to almost frantic. He also started humming a quick-paced tune. With that, it wasn’t long before he heard Braeburn start to pant, and soon after, Mac felt his cousin’s crown start to flare. But he didn’t stop moving his head until he heard Braeburn shout.

“Ah, buck. Ah’m cumming, Mac!”

When Mac heard that, he pulled his head as far back as he could comfortably, as Braeburn finally gave into his instincts and started jerking his hips, at the same time as he came with a strangled cry of relief.

“Buuuck!” the golden stallion groaned, as his first shot fired off. “Take it, Mac! Take my cum!”

A burst of cum filled Big Mac’s mouth, and he quickly swallowed it, only for it to be just as quickly replaced. For several seconds, he gulped down mouthful after mouthful of slightly-sweet seed. But Braeburn’s orgasm eventually tapered off, allowing Mac to focus on more than just not choking. A moment later, as he felt the cock in his mouth start to soften, Mac took it down to the medial ring one more time. Then he tightened his lips around the shaft as much as he could before pulling back slowly, until Braeburn’s cock came out of his mouth with an audible, *POP!*

“Wow, that was great, Cuz. You’ve really got a magic mouth.” Braeburn said, as he lowered his forehooves to the floor.

Big Mac just hooked one hoof behind Braeburn’s neck and yanked him into a kiss. Their tongues tangled immediately, and Braeburn was given a healthy taste of his own cum. The two spent some time sharing the mouthful Mac had saved, and then even longer just kissing. But eventually, Braeburn broke away from Mac’s lips and kissed up to one ear, which he caught in his teeth.

“Ready for the next round, big guy?” he breathily growled into Mac’s ear, as he playfully nibbled on it.

“Ready whenever you are.” the big stallion answered.

With a final nip, Braeburn moved around behind Big Mac. A quick glance under the orange tail at the glistening ring confirmed that the prep pill had done its job. All that was left now was for Braeburn to get himself ready. So he closed his eyes and focused inwards. Tapping into his tribal magic, he channeled his stamina in a way unique to earth ponies—and until recently, useful only to stallions.

Beneath his belly, Braeburn’s limply hanging cock quickly rose to full-mast, as the yellow stallion cut his refractory period short.

Now that he was ready too, Braeburn climbed up on the hay bales, moving slowly until his hard cock bumped up against Mac’s slick pucker. Then he set his hooves and with a firm push, he slipped several inches into the warmth of his cousin’s hole. It was as tight as it ever was, and Braeburn took a second to enjoy the grip, before he started gently bucking his hips, working himself deeper. Macintosh did the same, and soon, Braeburn was hilted in the red stallion.

“Oh, Celestia, you’re always so tight.” Braeburn groaned, grinding his hips in small motions.

“That’s because almost everypony around here expects me to top them. Even Thunderlane prefers to top from the bottom, when we hook up.” Big Mac explained, not for the first time.

“Their loss.” Braeburn said, as he pulled back slowly. “My gai~n~n~n.” he half-neighed, slamming back in. ‘’Is there anypony around here who enjoys this plot like they should?” he asked, as he pulled out again.

“Mi-Miss Cheerilee.” Big Mac started to say, stuttering as Braeburn pushed back in. “She’s pretty dominant, and almost always willing to top when I ask.”

“Yeah? Anypony else?”

“AJ’s friends, sometimes. Miss Rarity is kind of a switch—Ooh—but she’s good at both roles. And Miss Pinkie doesn’t seem to have any preferences about much of anything. Ahh…so she’ll do just about anything a pony asks her to. And AJ’s usually willing to oblige family, even if it’s not her favorite thing. Ahh. So is Apple Bloom, but…Mm!…but she’s not very experienced yet.” Braeburn had by now settled into a slow, steady pace of hard thrusts.

“And how about—Ngh!—How about your marefriend, Sugar Belle?” Braeburn asked, leaning over to nip the larger stallion’s back and neck sensually.

“She’s kinda…in the same…the same boat as…as Apple Bloom.” Mac answered, snorting softly with every love bite. “She’s never really…topped anypony to any…any real extent before…So she’s learning. But she’s more of a…of a bottom. Mmm. Faster, please, Brae.”

“Patience, Cuz.” Braeburn cooed, not changing his slow, hard strokes. And when Big Mac tried pushing back into him faster, he just squeezed the big body tighter between his forelegs . He had plenty of partners, but he didn’t get to spend nearly as much time with Macintosh as he would like—especially not since he moved to Appaloosa—and he wanted to savor this opportunity.

But no matter how much he wanted to make it last, he couldn’t hold back forever. It was just too good. The slightly rough coat mingling with his fluff. The hard muscles flexing under him as Big Mac moved underneath him. The warmth of the big barrel soaking into his own. Not to mention the heat of Mac’s insides, and his ass’s vise-tight grip around Brae’s cock.

Macintosh, meanwhile, was enjoying this rare pleasure just as much as Braeburn. The weight of the smaller stallion on his back, the legs gripping him around his middle, and the long cock pushing deep inside his body all felt amazing, as did the extremely soft blanket rubbing against his hard cock.

All those tactile sensations, along with the scents of exertion, sex, and masculinity; the sounds of their hips slapping together and both of their grunts; and the flavor of sweat blooming against his lips all combined to make Braeburn pick up his pace after a few minutes. And once he did, it wasn’t long before he was reduced to frantically pounding away at his cousin’s ass.

Once their rutting reached full speed, it was barely a minute before the head of Braeburn’s cock flared, and the first shot of cum burst from the tip a second later. And those feelings triggered Macintosh’s orgasm, the contents of his heavy balls forced out of his trapped cock. They mostly just smeared in the fur of his barrel and the blanket, with each shot making the mess bigger, but Mac didn't care. He was too caught up in the feeling of his balls emptying and his bowels filling with cum.

Once Braeburn's cock finished shooting, he rested most of his weight on his larger cousin's back, and took a few moments to relax. Snuffling the orange mane and licking the sweat off Mac's neck, while listening to the bigger stallion gasping and sighing.

When he eventually felt his cock starting to retract, he backed off his cousin, and looked at Mac's rear end. His tai was messy and kinked, from being pressed them, and his ass was gaping slightly. As Braeburn watched, the hole slowly closed up, before any of his cum could leak out, though a quick sniff made it clear that the leakage would start soon.

So after a few quick licks to clean up the sweat around Mac's ring and on the back of his purse, Braeburn grabbed the big, red hips and turned the larger stallion over.

"You sure made a mess, huh, Mac?" he said rhetorically, looking at the big stains on the blanket and barrel.

"You helped." Big Mac pointed out, after looking at the stain, and then at the stallion.

"That I did." Braeburn agreed, with a sexy smile. "So it's only fitting that I help clean it up, ain't it?" Another rhetorical question, since he was already climbing up on the haybales. He locked his smoldering, green eyes on Big Mac's as he lowered his muzzle to the softening cock and licked the head clean of cum. It was pretty mild, with just a hint of tang, and Braeburn loved it. So he kept going, moving up to Mac's barrel and dragging his tongue over the short fur, without breaking eye contact.

Braeburn was very thorough, and when he finished his long, slow licks, there was nothing left in Big Mac's fur except his saliva. That left only one place for Braeburn to clean, so he carefully backed down to the dirt floor, finally breaking eye-contact, to see where he was going. And as he went, he made sure to run his tongue over the thick, veiny shaft that had hardened back to full, without ever completely retracting. He also threw in some sucking kisses

When he reached Big Mac's scrotum, Braeburn licked and sucked the available portion clean of sweat, before nuzzling his way under the purse. This not only filled his nose with the stallion's scent, but it also let him tongue Mac's pucker again, cleaning up his cum, which had started leaking in the meantime. The slight sweetness of his own cum was cut just slightly, by the faintest hint of bitterness.

For several minutes, Braeburn alternated between running his tongue in circles around his cousin's ring and pushing it as deep into the pucker as he could. Like Big Mac's, his cock had never gotten more than half-soft, and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore the hard, throbbing thing, but Braeburn just focused on working his tongue deeper and faster.

When Braeburn could no longer taste his cum, only Big Mac's ass, he backed up a step or two, and looked his cousin over.

"You look as ready for the next round as I feel." he said, his green eyes meeting Mac's over the quivering, dark red cock.

"Eeyup." Mac agreed, with a smile that matched the one Braeburn was wearing.

"So, frotting or filling?"

"There's a few stallions around town that like frotting."

"So filling it is, then." Braeburn said, moving forward and aiming his cock at the slightly looser, but still pleasantly tight ass. This time, he buried himself completely in only a few thrusts. Once he had, he bent down, took about a third of Mac's cock in his mouth, and started sucking. Thus positioned the way he wanted, Braeburn started bucking his hips.

Even at the steady pace he'd set, Big Mac wouldn't last too long, being stimulated in two places. But that was okay. They had the rest of the day off, after all. And even they didn't take advantage of that, Braeburn wasn't headed back to Appleloosa until next week, anyway.