Mac Attack

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.