“Come on, it ain’t that hard!” Apple Brandy huffed, bucking his umpteenth tree of the day.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Anon wearily watched the little stallion work. Even if the job paid relatively well, in comparison to other occupations in town, the work was grueling and easily the most physically demanding labor he’d ever suffered through. He’d never been in the best shape to begin with, so harvesting apples from dawn until dusk left him exhausted and sore by the end of the day - still, at least he had good company.
Apple Brandy, the middle sibling in the Apple family, had always treated him well. Comparably sized to the rest of the ponies he’d encountered, the small gamborge stallion’s head came up to his midsection. Despite being taller than the bronco, their overall mass was roughly the same. Morphological differences aside, there was no denying the fact that Apple Brandy was strikingly more fit than him.
Well-toned muscles rested beneath the stallion’s orange coat, the byproduct of a lifetime of manual labor. With a long golden mane and tail, each of which were routinely bound with a crimson tie, the tiny stud almost always wore a stetson. Looks aside, there were other things about his companion and coworker which Anon found charming.
Ever since he’d arrived in Equestria, having inexplicably found himself just outside the town of Ponyville, Anon had grown closer and closer to the hard-working earth pony. Besides his strangely alluring aesthetic and amiable demeanor, he found Apple Brandy’s southern accent was positively adorable. Friendly, helpful, and just a downright nice pony, the Element of Honesty had been one of the few who didn’t view him as a weird bipedal alien.
“Ah swear, if you need another break before lunch, Ah don’t know what I’m gonna do with ya!” Apple Brandy playfully groused, trotting over to the fatigued man.
“J...just give me a second,” Anon grumbled, setting down a bushel of apples.
Inspecting him from head to toe, Apple Brandy scrunched his snout. “You ain’t even worked up a sweat yet!”
“Bull! What do you call this?!” the man countered, tugging at his moistened shirt.
“Heh...That ain’t no good sweat! This,” the stallion began, turning to the side, “this is a good lather!”
With his coworker facing slightly away, Anon’s gaze wandered over the bronco’s frame. As odd as it may have sounded, there was something undeniably appealing about Apple Brandy. From his build to his attitude, the stallion was absolutely enchanting. It wasn’t like he ever thought he’d be attracted to an equine - then again, he never figured he’d be stuck in world of talking and oftentimes magical pastel ponies.
As his eyes drifted to Apple Brandy’s posterior, he gulped. Nestled between the pony’s thighs, partially obscured by the stallion’s tail, hung a pair of ripe, deliciously plump balls. Glistening with perspiration, the fleshy orbs were - ironically enough - each roughly the size of a small apple. Imagining how heavy they were, a snicker snapped him from his lustful thoughts.
“So that’s what’s got you all distracted,” Apple Brandy lightheartedly commented, wheeling around to face the man.
“No! I - uh…” Anon sputtered, having been caught ogling the goods. Without a good excuse for eyeballing the stallion, he struggled to concoct an excuse. Unfortunately, the bronco gave him precious little time to think.
“Then what was you doin?” Apple Brandy pressed, boldly inching closer.
Stepping back, caught off guard, Anon found his back pressed against a tree. With nowhere to go and options to justify his behavior, his shoulders sagged. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he trailed off, as his companion shook his head.
“Shucks, ain’t nothin’ to apologize for! Heck, you ain’t no worse than the mares are when they come in season!” Apple Brandy laughed. “Why, when they get worked up, they ain’t good for nothin'!”
“Wait, really?” Anon asked, his trepidation subsiding to a degree.
“Hmmhmm,” the little stallion hummed, giving the man a nod. “You should’a seen my sister Mac! Last time she was in heat, she couldn’t get a dang thing done - that was, until she had her itch scratched by her coltfriend Sugar Crisp.”
The thought of the large carnelian mare being anything but stoic was enough to bring a smile to Anon’s face. Wondering exactly how the eldest Apple sibling behaved, while in the throes of estrus, Anon’s reverie was cut abruptly short. With a start, as a hoof slammed against the tree beside his head, he found himself at eye level with Apple Brandy.
“Now, Ah don’t know much about humans or nothin', but if’n you’re needin’ a little bit of relief…” the stud breathed, waggling his eyebrows.
Taken aback by the brazen and painfully obvious offer, Anon was at a loss for words. While it was true that he’d had a rather scandalous interest in Apple Brandy, having gone so far as to get off to thoughts about the stud, he’d never acted on his impulses - at least, not openly. Yeah, he may have used a finger or two to oblige his urges, but that had been the extent of it.
“Seein’ as how you’re a little pent up, and it’s been a while since Ah’ve blown off some steam myself, Ah wouldn’t mind one bit,” the bronco continued, pushing himself away from the tree.
“You do know I’m a guy...right?” Anon croaked, his libido spiking at the stunning turn of events.
“Shucks, that don’t mean nothin'! Stallion, mare, what’s the difference? If’n somepony’s hankerin’ for some action, what does it matter who they’re diddlin’?” Apple Brandy nonchalantly asked, cocking his head to the side.
Surprised with just how casually the stud was handling the conversation, Anon couldn’t bring himself to protest; without a doubt, Equestria really was far different than earth. Throwing his hands up in surrender, grinning to himself, he relented. “Sure, why not.”
“Well alright then! Go on and get them fangled pants of yours off, since there ain’t no point in gettin’ ‘em messy,” Apple Brandy instructed, thrusting a hoof at the offending garment.
Reaching down to fiddle with the button on his trousers, Anon acquiesced. Undoing his belt and unzipping his fly, he worked to remove his pants. Bending over, hitching his thumbs over the waistband of both his slacks and underwear, he pulled the articles down his legs and kicked them to the side. It was only once his bottom half was nude did he realize exactly what he’d done.
Standing in the middle of an apple orchard, facing his equine associate, he was completely out in the open. Should anyone stumble across him, he’d be without any reasonable explanation for being in such a state of undress. Hastily covering his bare loins, he blushed and smiled sheepishly at the pony before him.
“Ain’t nothin' to feel ashamed about! C’mon, lemme take a look at the ‘lil feller!” Apple Brandy insisted, stepping forward.
Anon’s trembling hands betrayed just how turned on he was by the situation. Being in public and caving to his carnal wants for the stud, tasting the curious combination of sensual yearning and trepidation, was extraordinarily arousing. It didn’t even matter that his potential partner was of another species - hell, if anything, that only made it more exciting. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he exposed himself.
“Well golly,” the stallion breathed, taking in the sight of the man’s equipment. “It looks kinda funny, what with its round tip ‘n everything,” he commented, quickly waving a hoof. “Not like that’s a bad thing or nothin'!”
“It’s alright, I don’t see many humans coming through these parts,” Anon joked, masking his nervousness. He watched, as the pony took a step closer, followed by a second, until the stud’s nose hovered a hair’s breath from his junk.
“Gotta admit,” Apple Brandy sighed, inhaling deeply, “you smell pretty nice.”
“Thanks, I try to - Mmmm,” whatever the man was about to say was lost, as the stallion licked the tip of his shaft.
Feeling himself harden, he instinctively reached for his companion’s head. Gliding his fingers over the bronco’s cheek, he affectionately caressed his partner’s ear. Peering up at him, shooting him a sly wink, the pony virtually inhaled the first few inches of his length. He gasped, feeling the warm embrace of the stallion’s maw.
Humming to himself, Apple Brandy worked the firm manhood in his mouth. Applying the slightest bit of vacuum, he swabbed Anon’s prick with his astonishingly supple lips. It may have been his imagination, but he could swear the blowjob was one of the best he’d ever had. Before he knew it, the entirety of his tool had disappeared into the eager pony’s muzzle.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, unintentionally bucking into his friend’s face.
If Apple Brandy minded the sudden thrust, he gave no sign - if anything, the little equine dialed up the intensity of his oral. Bobbing his head, occasionally torquing it from side to side, he slavered upon the rigid cock in his maw. Anon wasn’t exactly lacking in the manhood department, being just slightly above average, yet the earth pony was able to handle every inch of him with ease.
As the stallion massaged the delicate underside of his prick with his tongue, Anon’s composure waned. Resting one hand on the base of Apple Brandy’s skull, while bracing himself on the tree with the other, he steadily humped into the bronco’s snout. Between the unexpected fellatio, having gone several months without any sort of sexual contact, and just how amazing the pony’s mouth was, the telltale signs of an impending climax taunted him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, screwing his eyes closed and attempting to fight off the inevitable.
Without any warning whatsoever, Apple Brandy’s focus shifted. Retracting his head slightly, he shifted his concentration on the man’s glans. Grunting around the throbbing shaft, drawing the human’s attention, he peeked upward.
Glancing down, Anon locked eyes with the pony. Staring into those emerald peepers, seeing the yearning they held, his resolve crumbled completely. Setting his jaw, beset by with rapture, he came. Moaning, as his hips fitfully jerked and spasmed, he sent rope after rope of spunk into the stallion’s muzzle.
Humming contentedly, swallowing down every drop of precious cream, Apple Brandy only relented when the man’s orgasm began to subside. Pulling away, he mopped the twitching shaft clean with his tongue. Craning his neck upward, seemingly pleased with himself, he beamed up at Anon.
“Little saltier than Ah imagined, but not too bad!” he remarked, smacking his lips and opening his mouth.
“That was amazing,” Anon wheezed, his knees threatening to buckle. Hell, if he’d known ponies could deliver oral of that quality, he wouldn’t have waited as long to cross the interspecies line!
“Twern’t nothin'. Heck, Ah’m sure you ain’t no slouch when it comes to servicin’ a stallion! Speakin ‘a which…” Apple Brandy chuckled, turning ever so slightly, “you wanna give it a go?”
As the pony moved, Anon noticed an amber length dangling below the stud. Covered in dark flesh, contrasting wonderfully against the equine’s much lighter fur, the vascular appendage was gorgeous. Despite having just cum, his manhood jerked. Compelled, reluctant to let the chance slip through his fingers, he sunk to the ground.
On his hands and knees, he slowly crawled over to Apple Brandy. Fortunately, the soft grass beneath him was rather forgiving, allowing him to move rather comfortably. His eyes locked onto the bobbing stallionhood, his mouth watered, and his heart thundered within his chest. As he drew nearer, his pace stalled.
Slightly larger than the average human’s, Brandy’s tool looked absolutely exquisite. With a broad, battering ram-like tip, a prominent vein snaked along one side. The flesh darkened slightly near the trunk-like base, although even the girthier portion wasn’t overly sizeable. All told, it was the most picturesque horse cock he’d ever seen and it sent a shiver of excitement up his spine.
“Ah ain’t gonna bite, Sugarcube,” Apple Brandy laughed. Flexing his pelvic muscles, with a meaty THWACK, his member slapped his underbelly.
The sight and sound of that pony dick were like a siren’s call to Anon, dousing his lustful desires with fuel. Shuffling forward, closing on the stallion’s loins, his nostrils were beset by the most divine aroma. Earthy and pungent, but not unpleasantly so, the bronco’s musk drew him in. Closing his eyes, sniffing the air, he blindly wandered closer to the source.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, following his sense of smell, his nose graced the velvety flesh of Apple Brandy’s pendulous testes. The ambrosial scent and the downright sinful nature of it all fractured something within him. His lips parted and his tongue crept forth, allowing him to get his first taste of the majestic creature.
“Got a thing for balls, eh? Well, ain’t a thing wrong with that,” Apple Brandy murmured from above, keenly aware of what held the man’s attention.
“God, they’re so big and heavy,” Anon reverently whispered, delicately fondling one of the hefty nuts.
Heaven only knew how much foal batter the glorious orbs held, but he was determined to find out. Burying his face at the base of Apple Brandy’s shaft, between the cock and scrotum, he licked and lavished the velvety flesh with his tongue. Basking in the heat and pervasive fragrance of the pony, the sound of a clearing throat caused his actions to falter.
“You might wanna get that ‘im nice an lubed up, seein as how…” Apple Brandy affectionately intoned, bucking his hips.
Retreating slightly, Anon stared back at the pony. It was only when he met the stallion’s eyes did the realization of what the stallion had in mind strike him. His cheeks darkened slightly, as he subconsciously pawed at the stud’s rigid dick. Slowly pumping the shaft, he leaned in, slathered the member in drool, and released it. He’d only just played with his ass the night before, as fate would have it, so he felt confidant that he could take it.
“Well then, since you seem more than ready to go,” Anon giggled, turning away and facing the tree, “how about you…”
Leaning forward, the man pressed his chest to the ground and reached back. Clasping one bun in each hand, he pulled the cheeks of his rump apart and enticingly wiggled his tush back and forth. He kinda figured it was only a matter of time until he bedded one of Equestria’s denizens, yet he’d had no way of knowing it would be one of his closest friends.
“You want an engraved invitation?” he whispered, salacious intent dripping from his words.
Enthusiastically trotting over, with his stallionhood swaying beneath him, Brandy appeared more than happy to accept the offer. Anon’s blush deepened, as the pony inspected his backside. It was bad enough that he’d taken such a compromising, submissive position, so being stared at did little to help his embarrassment.
“I’ll be, if’n that ain’t a charmin’ sight! Don’t mind if I…” Brandy’s hushed appreciation drew to a close, as his head shot forward.
Anon inhaled sharply, as the stud lavished his backside. In mere moments, the pony’s wonderfully thick tongue applied a thick layer of saliva to his entrance. Exhaling, resting his face on the grass, he savored the sensation of the impromptu rimjob. Without any lube around, they’d have to make due with what they had.
Vigorously jamming his tongue into the man’s pucker, Brandy closed his eyes. His stallionhood, as if by its own volition, repeatedly smacked against his belly, filling the air with the occasional SLAP. Huffing, breathing in the human’s scent, his ministrations were woefully short-lived.
“A...Ah’m sorry,” Brandy muttered, pulling away and licking his lips. “You reckon you’re about ready?”
Pushing himself up slightly, releasing his behind, Anon nodded. Truth be told, he was more than ready for what was to come. Though he’d never used one, he couldn’t imagine a dildo holding a candle to the genuine article. More than anything, in that moment, he wanted to feel the hot length of pony meat inside of him.
Rearing up, Brandy shuffled forward and locked his forelegs around Anon’s waist. “Just tell me if’n I’m too heavy for ya.”
Adjusting to the weight, Anon hungrily ground back against his partner. Bracing his legs, he took a firm stance and held firm. The sublime warmth of the cock sandwiched between his buns was godly, taunting him with pleasures untold. Shaking his rump, he could think of only one thing to say.
“Rut me you stud…”
With a passionate snort, Brandy rocked his hips back and brought the head of his stallionhood to Anon’s backdoor. Nudging the tip of his length against the man’s slickened entrance, he applied a bit of pressure. With glacial speed, pressing harder and harder, his efforts were eventually rewarded; with an all but audible Pop, he pressed into his companion.
Stifling a whimper, Anon did what he could to stay relaxed. Mercifully, the bronco gave him a moment to acclimate to the intrusion. With the bloated glans resting just on his prostate, he experimentally clenched around his friend’s shaft. Even fully erect, the stud’s member was remarkably pliable, leaving him to breathe a sigh of relief.
“A...Ah’m gonna start moving now,” Brandy stammered from above, apparently exercising an immense amount of self restraint.
Choosing not to reply, Anon let his actions speak for him. Rocking his waist back, he sank a few inches of pony meat into himself. His enthusiasm didn’t go unnoticed, as Brandy gently started humping. Bit by bit, inch by splendid inch, the pony delved his depths.
The sensation of being mounted and plowed by a pony was singular. He imagined that it wasn’t completely different than being screwed by another human, but it had to be markedly different. His senses were accosted by the wholly alien nature of his partner. The weight upon his back, the bestial smell of the unwashed stud, the hooves digging into his upper thighs, it was all astonishingly arousing. Matching his friend’s zeal, he bucked back to meet the stallion’s movements.
Draping himself over Anon’s back, Brandy nuzzled the man’s neck and shoulder. “You feel amazin’...”
The admission stoked the flames of passion within Anon, causing him to thrust back with increasing speed and force. The fact that his partner was pleased with him inspired and worked him up more than ever before. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, as the girthy medial ring wormed into him and over his p-spot.
Retracting his length, Brandy sunk every inch of himself into Anon’s backside. His succulent nuts swung forward, slapping into the man’s testes. The tinge of discomfort only served to heighten the intensity of the experience, eliciting a throaty groan from the human. The auditory signal seemed to trigger something within the pony, causing him to fuck harder and faster than ever.
“Oh my god,” Anon moaned, his body lurching forward with each plunge.
Positioned as he was, on his knees having his ass plundered, he could easily reach to stroke himself off, but he saw no need. The sensation of fat stallionhood pistoning in and out of his hole was, in a word, divine. The shape of the stud’s cock was godly, affording him a pleasure he didn’t think possible. Synchronizing their movements, he rhythmically seized around his partner’s length.
“You doin alright down there, partner?” Brandy huffed, his motions unceasing.
“Mmmmhmmm,” Anon blissfully hummed, milking the bronco’s shaft.
Though the man couldn’t see it, Brandy grinned to himself. Taking a step forward, adjusting himself slightly, he altered the angle of his thrusts. While subtle, the small change applied additional pressure to the sensitive organ in the man’s tush. Almost immediately, the human started mewling and shaking, affirming his suspicion.
“Now you - Mmmph - sit right there. ‘Ol Brandy is gonna try to rut - Mmmn - a load outta ya!” the stallion remarked, huffing between plunges.
Before Anon could say a word, the pony started jackhammering his behind. Between the shift in positioning and the jarring change of pace, he was quickly overwhelmed. Reaching back, stroking Brandy’s flank, he silently urged his lover to continue. His manhood, flopping around at half-mast, slung pre-cum to the ground below.
“D...don’t stop,” he croaked, feeling a peculiar warmth within him.
Deep within his abdomen, suffering the full brunt of the stallion’s pounding, a remarkable pleasure welled within him. He’d heard about guys having hands-free climaxes before, though he’d never been fortunate enough to have one himself. Try as he might, with all the few times he’d attempted it, he’d never been able to pull it off - now, however, he may have the chance.
“Ah’m - Oh buck - gettin’ close,” Brandy hiss from behind gritted teeth. “W...where you want it.”
To Anon, the question almost seemed nonsensical. He’d crossed a line, one from which there was no going back, and he hadn’t the slightest iota of regret. Pushed past his limit, teetering on the threshold of untold rapture, he threw his head back and howled.
“Cum inside me, you magnificent bastard!”
With a primal growl of conquest, Brandy obliged. Hilting himself in the man, with his nuts pulling taut to his groin, his stallionhood violently throbbed. The head of his cock flared outward, expanding to nearly double its original width and locking itself within Anon’s confines. Breathing hotly on his partner’s neck, a veritable tsunami of jizz surged through his pulsing shaft.
Anon’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he was rocked by the most nirvanic heat and pressure he’d ever known. He could feel every scalding shot of seed pouring into him, painting his interior with the stallion’s essence. The influx, paired with being bred by the absolutely gorgeous creature proved too much to bear; bending to the bronco’s will, he came.
Howling to the heavens, his manhood gushed cum to the grass beneath him. The orgasm was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, markedly intense and substantially more powerful. His thighs trembled, his voice hitched in his throat, and his toes curled; without a doubt, he’d been claimed in mind, body, and soul.
As if sensing the man’s imminent collapse, Brandy dredged forth what little strength he had left. Wrapping his forelegs around Anon’s torso, with his cock firmly lodged in his friend’s rump, he rolled to the side and dragged his friend to the soft earth. Effectively spooning, heaving air into their chests, the pair rode out the final moments of their tandem release.
“N...now don’t you do nowheres. Wouldn’t want you pullin’ off’a me before I went soft or nothin,” Brandy wheezed, holding the man tightly.
“That was incredible,” Anon coughed, awash in post coitus stupor. He had little doubt he’d be sore in the morning, but it was more than worth it.
“After we wash up, I reckon we can knock off for the day; seein as how I don’t think neither of us’ll be good for much and we’re both needin’ a shower somethin’ fierce,” Brandy laughed, lovingly snuggling against the man.
The mention of a shower reminded Anon of exactly where they were. Lying in the middle of an orchard, with a stallion balls deep in his ass, they were painfully exposed. Turning his head, he peered back at his quadrupedal partner.
“What about your family?”
Noting the concern in Anon’s eyes, Brandy shook his head. “Ain’t nothin' to fret over. They’re all at the school sellin’ baked goods for an event. Shoot, we got the place all to ourselves,” he explained, gyrating his hips to highlight the point.
Relieved beyond measure, Anon sighed. He’d actually fooled around with a pony, and one of his closest friends no less! Content to bask in the warmth, comfortable in the stallion’s embrace, he smiled. Wriggling with satisfaction, he stroked the stud’s thigh.
“Was it good for you?” he demurely asked, blushing despite himself.
“Grade A piece of tail if’n I ever had one. You just be sure to remind me, if’n you need a helpin’ hoof again!” Brandy chuckled.
It wasn’t a matter of if Anon would be knocking at Brandy’s door again but when. Closing his eyes, drawing out the moment as long as possible, he relished the comfort his friend afforded. Only time would tell whether or not they grew to be more than friends, yet something told him that the two would only grow closer…
