It was currently just past midnight if Big Mac was recalling the time correctly, yet he still hadn’t found these Celestia-damned Zap-Apples! It was enough to make a stallion bray and Big Mac was feeling the urge to bray something fierce. That would be a bad idea, however, given that he was alone in the middle of the woods. Making too much noise could attract any manner of beasties that lurked after dark.
Moonlight filtered through the boughs of the trees into the path below, casting great sweeping shadows through swathes in the forest intersected by visible patches. A cool breeze blew from the west, rattling the canopy. It ferried the scent of wet earth, decaying leaves, and other mysterious things that rose the hackles on Mac’s shoulder. The stallion craned his head to look over his withers more than he would like to admit. The slightest crack of a twig was enough to unsettle him, spurring him on to get out of this place all the sooner.
Aside from the sounds of the elements interacting with the environment, there was little coming from the fauna of the forest. The usual cacophony of nocturnal insects was absent and a cold feeling of stillness hung over the forest. Something was terribly wrong, Mac was sure of it.
Still, Mac carried on to find his lost cargo, although he now treads with a far softer hoof than before. His throat tightened at the thought of making too loud of a noise amongst the silent groves. His heart threatened to burst out of his ribcage as his hoof dropped suddenly. Freezing in place, Mac cast an eye down to find his hoof in the middle of a strange paw-print. It was elongated with five smaller pads near the front. A trail of them crossed the path in front of Mac, from one edge of the woods to the other.
Whatever made those tracks was *big*, likely the height of Mac himself if his judgment was correct. Before Mac was just cautious and scared that something might be out here with him. Now he had concrete evidence that something was out here with him. His blood ran cold at this revelation. Every little noise was now a predator threatening to lunge out at him, every flicker of movement was a leering beast headed for better cover.
It took every last frayed nerve that Macintosh had to continue searching, and the stallion was eventually rewarded by finding the lost crate askew on the side of the path. A flood of relief overcame the stallion; he could grab it and get the Tartarus out of this forsaken place. Then crawl into a nice bed and forget this had ever happened.
As he came upon the Zap-Apple crate, his enthusiasm was twisted into bitter disappointment. The lid had been popped off the crate, and every single one of the apples inside had been spirited away by the forest critters. The Apple family would be down a bit of money, but there was nothing more that could be done now. Aside from checking the carts when loading and paying better attention when hauling.
On the bright side, he could bounce out of here without having to haul an awkward crate of produce. With that refreshing notion, he turned back the way he came and began to hoof it. Only to come to a stop as a primal scream burst from the treeline in front of him. The pitch and volume gradually rose until something burst through the trees, sprinting at Big Mac.
Mac didn’t have much time to look at what was barreling towards him. He only knew it was large, on two legs, and that he needed to get away from it as quickly as he could. The stallion let out a terrified bray and quickly galloped away in the opposite direction. His hooves slipped on the damp forest floor as he tried to build up speed, his heavy limbs digging furrows into the dirt.
The big stallion had begun running just in the nick of time. The predator chasing his tail was mere steps away from Mac, though as Mac continued to run the creature was left to eat his dust. Even despite the trees, shrubs, and other obstacles along the path, Mac could still outspeed the biped any day of the week.
As he made a broad loop around the trees, it looked as if he could head back the way he came and be out of the forest while leaving the creature a distant, unpleasant memory. That was until the stallion happened to set off a particularly well-hidden trap. Mac’s front left hoof stumbled over a well-hidden rope. Before the equine knew it, it had cinched around his entire midsection, snapping against his pelt and pulling him up and onto his hind legs.
The thick rope was cinched tight underneath his forelegs, locking his shoulder blades back. Try as he might, he couldn’t reach the rope with hoof or mouth. Thoroughly stuck, the stallion began to panic slightly as he tried to wriggle and worm his way free of the snare trap, only to give up once he had become a sweaty mess.
Hearing the snap of a twig off to his side, Mac turned his head and ears to face the noise. Walking up to him was the creature that had been chasing him through the woods. It was tall, its hips level with Mac’s own and its shoulders resting at head height. It was a primate of some sorts, with hind limbs adapted to walk on the ground. Its naked body was smooth and devoid of most fur, only having a few, shaved patches running from its crotch up to its chest. A mop of black hair covered its tan head. A hefty pair of nuts dangled between its legs, with a thick shaft resting atop them. Rather than having a sheath, it seemed to have some inverted covering.
For reasons Mac could not explain, he found the creature approaching him oddly attractive. With its smooth, flat belly and toned physique. Why did his likely murderer have to be so damned hot?! As he drew closer to Mac, the stallion’s heart threatened to explode out of his chest. His breath quickening to suck in as much oxygen as he could, fueling up for a desperate, last-minute attempt at escape.
A smug grin spread across the creature’s face as it strolled up to the hyperventilating stallion, tracing a hand along the stallion’s belly and watching him squirm in ambivalence at the sensation. He shouldn’t be taking any sort of pleasure from this situation, and yet, that hand was tracing all along those sensitive areas he couldn't reach.
Then, the creature did something completely unexpected. He felt the hands brush up against his stallionhood, cradling his hefty orbs. The stallion became deathly still from worry, his entire body frozen. He was ready to start bucking this creature’s head in if he heard or felt the slightest warning. Then Mac felt hot breath roll across his junk, followed by a pair of lips kissing against his sheath. The stallion bucked and whinnied in shock, his length sliding outwards from the motion.
“S-stop that!” Mac gasped, trying in vain to retract his stiffening cock. A hand wrapping around the base of his shaft, squeezing the leathery skin before jerking upwards, stopping just short of his ring. The stallion let out a hushed grunt as his entire cock flexed in pleasure, jettisoning a rope of pre onto the squatting apes face.
“Wh-why?!” Mac questioned in desperation, deeply confused by the situation. His only response would be the feeling of a wet tongue probing at his flared cockhead, the stallion quivering in a mixture of anxiety and arousal. Each brush of that textured organ made his entire length throb with need, the stallion resisting the urge to buck. He didn’t want to push into a mouth full of sharp teeth!
The tongue continued to batter against Mac’s glans, increasing in pressure until a buck of the hips sent his shaft through a pair of firm, plump lips and into the creature’s maw. The sensation of an eyetooth glancing the side of his cock sent a jolt up his spine. His whole body twitched and quivered violently, trying to pull out before the creature gently closed its jaws, Mac’s swelling head catching on its teeth and forcing the stallion to stay put.
Then the creature loosened its jaw, allowing it to lean forwards and take more of Mac’s shaft into its maw, sealing its lips tight around his dark girth as it began to suck in earnest. The tongue once dragging itself across his flattened knob was now grinding against the sensitive, rigid underside of his shift. Not content to let its hands be idle, the primate reached a hand up to stroke and rub the densely muscled belly of Mac. Its other hand went to satiating its own stiffening length.
Mac unleashed a throaty moan, his balls clenching from the attention. While the ape’s mouth felt divine on his smooth, leathery skin, he needed more stimulation. Thoroughly aroused and starting to lose his inhibitions, Mac began to gently thrust his hips, sliding his cock all around the velveteen interior of the suckling mouth.
When his fellator pulled away and left his cock hanging and drooling in the cool night air, Mac whined with need. A lance of shame piercing his gut at just how much of his composure he was losing. He knew it was wrong to be taking any sort of pleasure from being violated like this, but why did it feel so good despite that? Lost in his thoughts, Mac almost didn’t notice the creature had moved out from under his belly and moved to his rump. When he felt a hand grasp one of his densely muscled cheeks, though, it was too late for the stallion.
“Hey! What are yoooooooou~!” Big Mac squealed as a cold, lube-drizzled finger teased the sensitive, supple ring of his ponut. His entire body tensed from the unexpected sensation, causing his cock to slap against his belly with an audible thump. “You bastard,” Mac hissed, squeezing against the invading finger and attempting to force it out. “You should warn a stallion before doing thAaaaAT~” His voice warbled as the creature pulled down on his puckered ring, letting it snap back to its original position.
Clenching his teeth together, Mac could do little else besides brace himself as more cold lubricant was pushed and prodded into his backdoor. The long fingers of the primate pushing deep into him swirled the icy, watery slime all around his sensitive depths. Not content to just fingerbang the stallion, Mac could feel the throbbing stallionhood of the creature grind against his taut sack and taint. The loose, leathery shaft flexed as it spurted molten pre across Mac’s backside, fucking the cleft of his balls and sliding along the underside of his cock.
The creature’s rough, thick finger continued to feel around the interior of Mac’s rear entrance until it came upon a little bump. Just a small brush across it was enough to make the stallion shudder. Then, it pressed down upon the bump. Mac groaned loudly as his balls clenched, practically spraying pre onto the forest floor below his restrained front. His whole body thrashing against the restraint tied around his chest.
When the pressure was finally relieved, Mac collapsed into a sweaty mass, his body shuddering violently as his breath came in heavy pants. His cock throbbed violently underneath him, jerking and spasming in the breeze. “Just fuck me already,” he whined in desperation, eager for any form of release at this point.
The shaft fucking the cleft of his sex slowly pulled away, sliding up the smooth skin of his taint until he felt the bell end kiss the taut rim of his asshole. Mac arched his back as a moan ripped from his muzzle. The ape behind him was probing Mac’s entrance, pulling his flared head free just as the stallion tightened around the intruding cock.
Mac, rarely bottoming, was unused to such relentless popping and tugging of his donut. The raw pleasure from such teasing was causing the stallion to rapidly thump his shaft against his belly. “Fuck yess~” Mac hissed through clenched teeth, widening his stance and hiking his tail up even further. Two rough hands grasped his muscled, angled flanks and began to knead and massage the dense slabs of flesh.
When the shaft finally speared him through and sunk into his depths, Mac was wholly unprepared. Whinnying loudly as his entire body flexed and strained against the rope holding him; instinctually pulling away from the uncomfortable intruder inside of him. Only to be stopped by the firm hands holding his flanks in place. Mac panted as he tightened and squeezed around the invading cock, trying to push it out. The ape behind him held firm, however, slowly pushing forward until they were completely hilted. Letting out a deep, rumbling groan that raised the hairs of Mac’s neck.
The uneasy fullness in his bowels faded away to a light, tingling pleasure as the ape remained balls-deep within Macintosh. It leaned forward and possessively bit at his back as if he were a mare. Mac squirmed and bucked as its firm hands glided down his flanks and grasped his shaft, one stroking his length while the other cupped over the head of his cock. Collecting any pre that his flexing cock squirted out before smearing it over his length. Once sufficiently slick, the hands wrapped around his cock and began to pump.
Big Mac let out a shuddering breath before he began to buck his hips in tandem with the ape’s pumping, unintentionally riding the cock lodged in his ass. The ape snorted in pleasure, biting down harder as it began to pull its hips back before slamming them home. Their balls lewdly slapping in the cold and silent night air. “E-easy, I’m not used to you just yet.” Mac managed to squeak out through gritted teeth.
The creature embedded in his bowels let out a gravelly laugh, giving his cock a few more pumps and sniffing deeply of his pelt. The air around the two smelt deeply of the two males’ musk and sweat, a hefty aroma of sex that only served to arouse the two further. With its teeth gripping his hide, the ape began to rut Macintosh as if he were a mare in heat. Mac felt the embedded cock slowly angle itself downwards until it was scraping and battering against his sensitive button.
Pressure was building in Macintosh’s loins, an irresistible urge that forced him to fuck the hands gripping his member tightly. Each thrust and roll of his hips caused him to squeeze down and milk the shaft sliding around inside him. The stallion felt entirely full, with each ball-slapping thrust sending an intense jolt of pleasure up through his spine, causing his flaring cock to squirt pre all over the forest floor. It was getting to be too much, and Mac felt his balls tensing in preparation for release.
A roaring thunder grew in Mac’s ears as his chest tightened. The stallion’s breathing became raggedy and shaky as he thrust into the ape’s hands with single-minded determinism. Then, all at once, the floodgates opened and Mac leaped into orgasm. Pushing down on the rope holding his torso aloft as he went balls-deep on the hands encircling his shaft.
His cock flared and swelled and thick ropes of cum were sent rocketing from his hands. Mac’s virile orbs contracting powerfully as they jettisoned their contents. Mac couldn’t breathe, think, or make a sound. All he could do was focus on was the sensation of pumping load after load onto the dirt, his forelegs, and belly; along with squeezing down hard on the cock aiding in his release.
The breaths of the ape behind him became quick and growly as they moved their hands back to the stallion’s firm flanks. Grasping the dense flesh tightly as their thrusting grew to a fever pitch, the tight, constrictive walls of Mac’s ass goading them towards their own orgasm. The ape bit down hard as their entire body stiffened, almost piercing the hide of the stallion. Their cock flexed wildly inside of Mac’s tailhole as their thrusts became short and uneven before finally slamming in deep. With their balls touching, Mac could feel the plump orbs of the primate contract powerfully. Spewing rope after thick rope of warm and gooey seed into his depths, filling the stallion with a pleasant and suffusing warmth.
Mac was a sweaty, exhausted mess basking in the afterglow radiating throughout his whole body. Likewise, he could feel his captor wrap their arms around his abdomen and lean into him. Slowly, he pulled his shaft backward until it finally pulled free of his ponut with a light pop. Still sensitive from having just cum, Mac squirmed from the unwelcome sensation, unsure if he should resist or go with it. His squirming caused a wooden crack to echo out from above him, the rope around his torso suddenly growing slack.
The stallion’s heart seized in his chest as he suddenly scrambled backward with his newfound mobility. He bowled over the ape draped across his backside, just as the tree-branch his rope was affixed to came crashing down to the forest floor. “Fuck that was close.” Mac rumbled, glancing down at his captor once the imminent threat was over. “You alright?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Replied the human currently spread-eagled in the dirt, their breathing heavy and slow. “Though, I’m going to have to take a shower now.” He stated in mild disgust, peeling his sweaty body off the damp, leaf-littered floor. His smooth skin was now covered in flecks of debris.
“That doesn’t sound too bad, maybe I’ll even join you.” Macintosh purred, rubbing his muzzle against the flat, toned abs of his husband. His nostrils flaring as he took in that deep, comforting vanilla-like smell of his hubby.
“Sounds nice, just glad you didn’t get hurt. Thought that branch would hold up better.” The human hummed, wrapping their arms around Mac’s neck and burying their face into his mane.
“Wasn’t your fault Hun, it held up pretty well given the hell we were putting it through. Goodness, we need to go out and do this more often.” Big Mac nickered, pulling his head back and angling his muzzle upwards to kiss the human on the lips.
“So long as I get to play the prey from time to time.” His husband added before pushing his own lips against Mac’s. The two locked eyes, and after a brief staredown, the human pulled his gaze away as a deep blush welled upon his cheeks.
Mac chuckled and pulled away from his lover’s lips, nuzzling their neck. “Want to head on back and have some fun while we clean up Tommy?”
“Sounds good to me,” Tommy concluded, giving Mac’s rump a squeeze as he walked past the stallion and back towards the trail leading to Ponyville.
The trail leading out of the White-Tail Woods was not a long one. The two males arrived at the edge of the forest after a few minutes of brisk walking. Before them stretched an idyllic countryside and a twisting dirt road that would guide them to the distant, shallow skyline of Ponyville.
Along the way back, the pair would pass by the thestrals and other ponies who had work to do but didn’t like Celestia’s ball of radiation tanning their hides as they did it. The ponies and other assorted species of the night would stare at the gay couple as they walked back, knowingly nodding or winking at them. White-Tail Woods was a popular place for ponies to sneak off and have some fun away from prying eyes. Two stallions walking out of it a sweaty and dirty mess was an obvious indicator as to what they were doing under the canopy.
After a mildly embarrassing trek through the town, the couple arrived at the familiar farmhouse they called home. Given that everypony else in the house would be asleep, the two entered with no small measure of caution. Making sure that they made nary a peep as they slipped back into the cozy dwelling.
“We’re back.” Mac dryly whispered, creeping over to turn on the entryway light.
“Good. Still not used to going bare in public.” Tommy grumbled, sliding his sandals off near the door and slinking over to his husband.
“I think you look good doing it.” The stallion chimed, rubbing his head against the smooth, flat midsection of his human partner.
“Well of course you like it. Just that everyone staring makes me uncomfortable.”
“They’re just not used to humans is all. Think some of them enjoy the view as much as I do.” Mac nickered, pulling his head back to nip at Thomas’s bubbly butt. His perky cheeks and wide hips stood in contrast to the rest of his traditionally masculine physique.
“Hey, wait ‘til we get in the shower before you start getting rowdy.” Thomas chided, playfully swatting at Macintosh’s head as he silently padded through the house towards the bathroom. Mac followed behind him closely, hypnotized by the sight of his lover’s rump in motion.
When the two arrived in the secluded bathroom, Mac closed the door behind them as Thomas darted to the towel closet. Rummaging around until his hand grasped a glowing green crystal hidden behind a stack of washcloths. The crystal hummed to life in Tommy’s grasp, projecting a field of magic that would squelch any sound that attempted to penetrate the room.
As Tommy pulled away and shut the door, Mac was upon him immediately. Pressing his muzzle into the dense, muscular chest of his lover and all but pushing him into the shower.
“You’re so needy,” Thomas teased as he turned the water on. His smug countenance quickly faded as lances of cold water impacted his back, the man squirming against Mac’s muzzle as he tried to remove himself from the sensation.
“Eeyup,” Was Mac’s only reply as he slowly backed away to let his naked mate escape from the cold water. Not one to waste any time, Mac lowered his head and began to nose around the crotch of his lover. Slowly coaxing out an erection with his probing lips and tongue.
Taking a deep whiff of Thomas’s cockmusk, Mac couldn’t help but shudder. The lusty stallion nipping and pushing against the human until he had been forced to sit down on the tile. By now the water had adjusted, the multiple nozzles now spraying luxuriously warm water over the both of them. It only added to the heat of their arousal.
Wrapping his arms around Mac’s neck, Tommy leaned forward and pressed his lips against the stallions. Groaning, he pushed his tongue and parted Mac’s lips. Not wanting to be outdone, Mac retaliated by pushing his considerably larger tongue into Thomas’s maw. Running it against his canines as the stallion pushed his lover onto his back.
Having no plausible way to fight against Mac’s superior physique, Thomas resigned himself to his fate and played with the thick organ exploring his mouth. Staring at each other with unrestrained passion, Mac finally let his stallionhood drop free. His scepter landed with a faint smack as it came to rest against the human’s washboard belly.
Horny and eager to please the both of them, Mac slowly angled his hips back. Within seconds, his massive equipment overshadowed that of his partners. Mac pulled away from the kiss to grin smugly down at his lover, before leaning back down to gently bite at his neck.
Flush with arousal, Thomas began to roll his hips against the stallionhood draped over him. Grinding their smooth cockflesh together and driving their arousal even higher. Hot and bothered, he let out a throaty moan as he tightly embraced the strong neck of his stallion. Bending his head forward and burying his nose into Mac’s mane in an attempt to find relief from the oral assault on his neck. “Just fuck me already,” Thomas demanded as a bite sent a jolt running up the nape of his neck.
“Mm, what’s the magic word?” Mac goofed, giving a long, wet lick up the side of Tommy’s neck.
“Pleeeease~” He squeaked as the lick forced an involuntary spasm through his body.
“There we go,” Macintosh rumbled. The stallion backed up, pulling their shafts away as his muzzle traced down the length of Thomas’s body. When Mac reached his crotch, the stallion was quick to begin lapping at Thomas’s prone cock. Sliding his textured organ up and down the engorged length before finally slipping it into his snout.
Pressing his muzzle deep into the ape’s crotch, Macintosh savored the taste and smell of his lover. Sucking the throbbing length and twirling his tongue all over the mushroom-shaped head, paying particular attention to the clefted underside.
“Fah-haccck~” Thomas growled in approval, flexing his cock and arcing a rope of pre onto the roof of the stallion’s mouth. “Just... move your tongue a bit lower please.” He requested, rubbing and scritching just behind the pony’s ears, whilst gently rolling his hips into Mac’s muzzle.
Nodding his head and giving a particularly powerful suckle, Mac ground his tongue just beneath the human’s cockhead.. His lover responded by pushing into the stallion’s mouth, their whole body quivering as they resisted the urge to begin rutting his face.
Mac gently pressed a hoof into the stomach of Tommy, slowly pushing him down onto his back. With the way clear, Mac swiveled his body around until his stallionhood was draped across the face of his lover. He’d rock his hips, tapping against the human’s lips until his flared cockhead finally slipped past. The smooth skin gliding against the edges of Thomas’s teeth sent jolts up the stallion’s spine. With his cock now secured, Mac tapped the human’s right hip and cusped his tongue around their shaft.
With his mouth full of thick pony cock, and the okay given by Mac, Thomas began to thrust up into Mac’s inviting maw. His balls slapping rapidly against Thomas’ nose. Panting from the pleasure, Tommy blew hot breath all over Mac’s waiting shaft. He savored the taste of his lover, taking more and more of the stallionhood into his mouth.
Mac let out a deep throaty groan around Thomas’s shaft, rattling the pulsating organ as he increased the suction yet again. Lightly, Thomas bobbing his head in tandem with the wet slaps of his partner’s thrusting. The sack impacting against his nose had long ago blotted out any other scent, building Mac’s arousal even further. The stallion thrust into the mouth of his partner, careful to avoid bucking too hard and slamming the back of his throat. He didn’t want a repeat of the first time they had tried this position.
Having already been edged, the human was quickly running out of stamina. Setting his hands down upon the waterlogged tiles, he began to fuck Mac’s mouth with a vengeance. Slamming his hips home with a primal, savage urge until release finally washed over him.
Enraptured in orgasm, Thomas jerked and shuddered as he tried to force himself deeper into his mate. His breath coming in short choked gasps from the intense pleasure tightening his chest. Mac’s suction was unending, draining the human until he was a collapsed, quivering mass.
Grinning deeply, Macintosh slowly pulled his head back until Thomas’s length slipped past his lips. His mate panted heavily, blowing braising air across his shaft but otherwise leaving it unattended. Mac pulled his head away and mulled over the taste of his lover while they caught their breath.
“Heh, sorry, I’ll get back to it soon,” Thomas apologized breathily, sluggishly rising into a sitting position.
Mac nodded before swallowing the load gumming up his muzzle. “That’s fine, take all the time you need.”
“Thanks. I forgot to bring the lube in here, would you mind fetching it? My legs are numb otherwise I’d go do it.”
“Glad to hear I did a good job,” Macintosh beamed as he walked out from under the showerheads and strolled through the glass door. Returning a few seconds later with the clear bottle and setting it aside on a soap-shelf.
By now Thomas had gotten his second wind and was raring to go. The human waddling towards Macintosh and coming to a stop against his dense chest. Pushing his face and fingers into the damp fur, he took comfort in the scent of his lover as he made his way down the length of the stallion.
“I know I’ve said this a bunch, but, I’ll say it again: Your cock looks amazing.” Thomas adulated, wrapping his hands around the meaty pillar.
“Why don’t you show me how much you like it, instead of telling me?” Mac slyly retorted, booping his mate’s nose with a flex of his shaft.
Reeling from the unexpected contact, Thomas grumbled and pulled a hand away so he could freely pepper kisses down the musky length, stopping once he had reached his mate’s ebony orbs. Parting his lips, he began to worship the taut organs. Sucking, licking, kissing, and rubbing them as his other hand pumped the lower half of Mac’s cock.
“See, just like that,” Big Mac smugly encouraged, only to harshly shudder as he felt the smooth edges of Thomas’s teeth glide against a nut. “E-easy. Let’s not do that tonight.”
Acquiescing to his lover’s demand, Thomas relaxed his jaw and licked his apology. Pulling away after a time and letting the spit-slicked orbs dangle freely once more. “Sorry, got a bit carried away,” he explained for good measure.
“That’s alright,” Mac assured as a grin began to creep its way across his muzzle. “If you’re really sorry. You can make it up by putting those lips on my head.”
Thomas slid his tongue along the underside of Mac’s shaft, he’d give the flared head a lick before wrapping his lips around it. Breathing deeply in preparation, Thomas pushed his head forward inch by inch, stopping once the stallion’s medial ring pushed past his lips. Suckling as he gave his jaw time to adjust to the invading girth.
Macintosh whinnied from the tightness shrouding his cock, clenching his cheeks together to keep from bucking. His legs wobbled and spread further apart as his lover began to bob. Adjusting his stance, he would begin to roll his hips in tandem with Thomas’s suction.
By now Thomas had increased his suction even further, loud rips of air sounding through the shower as he vacuumed Mac’s length. Still pumping the lower half of the shaft with his right hand, he would place his left on his mate’s equipment. Taking the orbs in his hand and feeling them tense each time the stallion jettisoned a rope of pre into his mouth.
Approaching an orgasm, Mac’s chest fluttered as he struggled to suck in air. His hips began to erratically buck against the firm lips of his mate, begging to be let in further. He was at a dizzying precipice, ready to be pushed over the edge by his lover below.
In an incredible display of training, Thomas took in one final breath and lowered the cock into his throat until his chin was pressed into the svelte sack of Mac. Reaching a hand up to pat the stallion’s flank in reassurance, the human began to hum loudly around the stallionhood lodged in his throat. Finally tipping them over the edge, and sentencing them to a long, pleasurable fall.
For Macintosh, the stallion pressed his hips down and held them there as he savored the overwhelming sensation of pumping and spewing cum into such a warm and tight receptacle. He could hardly make a sound save for the choked gasps that managed to slip through his tightened barrel. When the orgasm’s iron grip over his body was loosened, Mac’s legs wobbled as his entire body tilted from one side to another, before collapsing into a soggy pile on the shower tile.
Thomas rapidly pulled away from his lover, the cock tearing free of his throat with a loud pop. With his throat now clear, he focused on sucking down air in between silent retchs.
“Fuck, I didn’t hurt you did I?” Mac hissed, trying his damndest to rise up on his shaky, unsteady legs.
“I’m okay, just, you, pushed a bit too far there. Flared up on my voice-box,” Thomas wheezed, slowly crawling over to his fallen lover and wrapping his arms around the stallion’s broad neck.
“Wanna take a break before we tie it off for the night?” Macintosh suggested, nuzzling up against the human’s smooth chest.
“Yeah, let’s just do that for now.”
“Yes, scrub a little to the- there you go~” Mac purred as his mate scraped their nails through his dense pelt. Being a pony he had a far harder time cleaning himself than Thomas did.
“And that’s the soaping done,” Thomas chimed, giving Mac’s sudsy mane a few scritches. Bringing down a shower wand, he blasted water through the stallion’s soap-soaked pelt. Running a hand through his fur to ensure the water ferried away everything. Eventually, after scrubbing every other part of his mate, only his belly and flanks were left.
“Easy, that tickles!” Mac giggled as Thomas’s fingers danced along his underbelly, moving closer to his holstered equipment. He quivered as the wand was turned onto his junk, the warm water caressing his flesh in tandem with the ephemeral touch of his lover coaxed his member from its pouch. The stiffening organ sliding into his mate’s outstretched hand.
“Already? What’s gotten into you?” Thomas humorously inquired as he squeezed Mac’s length.
“Those hands of yours,” Mac tersely replied.
“Really? My hands aren’t in you, they’re on you.”
“That was awful,” Mac sighed in disgust, bending his neck down to nip at his lover’s bare backside. “You ready for another go?”
“Sure am,” Thomas affirmed, giving Macintosh a few pats on his stomach.
Mac nodded and pulled his head away and towards the shelf, grasping the bottle of lubricant between his teeth and setting it down on the shower floor for ease of access. While he had been doing this, Thomas had crawled in between Mac’s forelegs and was now lying prone on the floor. His bubbly cheeks were now mere inches away from Mac’s snout.
“Might be a bit cold,” Mac warned as he uncapped the bottle and squirted some of the tasteless fluid into his mouth. Having no fingers meant he had to apply it in a much more intimate way, nuzzling his way into the cleft of his mate’s rump. Kissing his puckered hole before snaking his tongue through the muscled ring, pushing lube into him.
“Ooooh!” Thomas exhaled in shock, the sudden chill lancing through his sensitive ring and up his spine.
Rumbling with laughter at his mate’s reaction, Mac pushed his tongue in further. He could hear Tommy groan with need, and feel the quivers and quakes that ran through his body. When Mac finally found the raised bump of his husband’s prostate his tongue was quick to spear it. Soliciting a surprised moan from his lover, their legs folding up as they bucked into the floor.
Satisfied with the lubrication, Mac pulled his snout away, quickly spitting the remainder out and onto the drain. “My turn.”
Thomas set his legs back down on the tile and reached over for the bottle. Grasping it, he pivoted around and made his way underneath the broad barrel of his mate. Mac’s stallionhood stood proud, bobbing as it demanded attention. Squirting a generous helping of lube into his hands, Tommy grasped the flaring cock and smeared it over from head to base.
“Alright, I’m ready Love. Just go slow at first,” Tommy requested as he pressed his chest against the wet tile and hiked his rear in the air.
“Will do, just let me know if I start going too fast.” Mac soothed as he widened his stance and bent his hips downward. Sliding his massive length through the human’s fat, unmanly cheeks. Stopping once he felt his cockhead kiss the triangular, puckered ring of his mate.
The stallion lowered his head until his muzzle was brushing against his lover's neck, blowing hot air into their ear. “Brace yourself,” Mac warned as he began to push his hips forward. Slowly spearing Thomas’s depths, Mac couldn’t stop the throaty whinny that escaped his maw. His mate was tight, as though he was trying to fuck their clenched palm.
“Fahaaaahck~!” Thomas groaned as he was suddenly filled with overwhelming pressure, grasping the tile with white knuckles as he tried to relax and open himself up to the stallion. With each inch that slid in, he felt an overwhelming urge to tense up. Grinding the stallion’s progression to a halt and filling him with a pleasure that was quickly overcoming the discomfort.
“You’re doing great, take your time,” Big Mac assured his mate, giving them an affectionate nibble on the ear. He continued to slide forward, eventually popping his medial ring through Thomas’s stretched pucker. The stallion relished in how his lover writhed with pleasure underneath him from that sensation. By now his mate had relaxed considerably, allowing him to push in until their sacks were pressed together.
As Mac began to pull his hips backward, the stallion billowed hot air across the nape of his lover’s neck. Thomas was clenched around him, the walls milking his shaft as they tried in vain to suck his shaft back in. When he felt his flared head tug at the rim of his mate, he bit down on their neck and pushed himself back inside. Gradually building up speed until their sexes met with wet slaps.
Pressing his nose into his mate’s hair, Mac took in deep huffs of their vanilla scent accented with almonds from their shampoo. Underneath him his mate squirmed in ecstasy, sultry moans escaping their throat with each bowel-stirring thrust. When Thomas began to bounce in tandem with his thrusts, Mac began to lose his composure. The stallion started panting like a racepony as he savagely rutted his mate’s backside.
Having already climaxed twice tonight, Mac’s stamina was vastly depleted. Growing pressure in his loins spurred him to increase the speed of his thrusts to a fever pitch. The stallion’s medial ring loudly popped as it was forced through Thomas’s sensitive ponut. The human underneath of him was a squealing, mewling mess as they humped the air. Pleasure overwhelming their every sense and nerve until it all came to a tumultuous release.
Mac’s shaft was engulfed in sudden, engulfing tightness that forced his thrusting down to a crawl. The human underneath him bucked their hips in silence as watery cum dribbled from their semi-soft cock. Knowing his mate had just cum was enough to tip Big Mac over the precipice.
He pushed until he was balls deep and kept on going, forcing his mate onto the floor. Laying atop Thomas, the stallion rolled against the human’s hips as his flared cock unloaded molten ropes deep into his husband. When his long orgasm finally came to a close, Mac collapsed atop his lover. He basked in the warm afterglow that was amplified further by the steamy water soaking his pelt.
The two were content to lay in silence for a moment, simply enjoying each other's touch as they recovered their breaths. The post-coital afterglow had struck them hard, it’s calming warmth only amplified by the steamy water pelting them from above.
“Hey, Mac?” Thomas croaked.
“Yeah?”
“Can you back up a bit? You’re crushing me a bit,” Tommy pleaded, fidgeting underneath Mac’s bulk.
“Oh! Sorry,” Mac sheepishly answered as he pushed against the tile. With his cockhead still flared inside Thomas, the little movement scraped against their oversensitive flesh. The human hissed sharply, quickly clamping down on his length.
“Easy!” Tommy chided, leaning on his arms as he puffed his liberated chest outwards.
“You’ll be fine, I just scooted two inches,” The stallion assured.
“Just get soft before you start moving again.”
“Eeyup.”
After a minute or two of waiting, Mac’s flare shrank enough to finally pull free of Thomas’s rump. With no cock holding it in, Mac’s pearly seed began to flow from their gaping hole. The human groaned loudly, planting their face on the tile as a shudder ran through their body.
“You gonna be able to walk?” Mac inquired.
“No,” Thomas whined, shakily getting into a sitting position on the tiled floor. Letting the remainder of Mac’s creampie seep from his asshole.
“Hm. I’ll carry you then, wash my junk, and we can get out of here,” Mac requested, walking over so Thomas didn’t have to get up or twist around to reach the stallion’s glazed cock.
The fallen shower wand was retrieved by the human and turned on Mac’s shaft. The painfully sensitive organ jumping and flexing as the warm water and firm hands slid along it, sloughing off lube and cum as the stallion above squirmed with discomfort.
“There we go, all done!” Tommy beamed as he gave Mac’s balls a gentle pat.
“Thank you,” Mac rumbled as he reached over with his mouth and shut the water off. Sopping wet, Mac plodded over to the shower door and popped it open. Shivering at the sudden rush of comparatively cold air, the stallion quickly grasped the set of towels in his mouth and pulled back. The door was closed with a sharp snap before Mac dropped the cloth into Tommy’s lap.
Compared to Mac, Thomas had dried himself off almost instantly. With a few rubs of the towel over his body, he was dry and ready to leave. Mac on the other hoof required several towels and a lot of soaking before he was suitably dry. The pile of waterlogged fabric was tucked away in the corner of the shower, something to deal with in the morning. For now, sleep was more important to the couple.
Pushing the shower door open once more, Mac spread his legs and braced himself, motioning his head to let Thomas know that he was ready. Being such a large stallion, Mac had zero issues with his lover draping themselves across his back.
“Mush,” Tommy commanded as he scratched the stallion between the ears.
Mac rolled his eyes and snorted at his lover before clopping out of the bathroom, stopping to let Thomas close the door behind them with a foot before continuing through the house and to their bedroom on the opposite side of the building. Closing the door behind him, Mac sauntered over to the bed and tossed Thomas onto the plush mattress. Quickly crawling in after his mate.
Too warm for a blanket, Mac simply laid himself flat across the quilted comforter. Feeling Tommy’s arms wrap around his neck, Mac turned on his side and lifted his head up. Allowing them to snuggle up in his embrace and rest their head against his snout.
“Love you,” Thomas purred.
“Love you too,” Mac rumbled, wrapping his forelegs around Tommy’s torso, pulling him in tight. Exhausted from their exertions, it did not take long for the couple to slip into a deep, peaceful sleep.
