Red Delicious

If there was a time in Alex’s life when he’d been more excited, he couldn’t think of it. As he stood in the upstairs bathroom of the Apple family homestead, peering at his reflection while halfheartedly toweling himself off from a shower, his mind raced. Was everything in place? What if someone came knocking at the door? How was he supposed to look sexy if he was so nervous? These and a thousand other questions traipsed about in his mind, but he was undeterred - he was going to make darn sure tonight went perfectly.

Doing what he could to calm his frazzled nerves, he reminisced on his last two months with the Apples - specifically his Apple. After his impassioned tryst with Big Macintosh in the barn, things between himself and the stallion had taken an interesting turn. They still toiled together, broke bread together, and were around one another constantly, but there was a new element at play between them.

Subtle, lustful looks, a surreptitious squeeze or grope, and sinful whispers became commonplace with Mac and himself - moreover, that initial blowjob had been far from the last. Whenever they’d get some time away from prying eyes, typically after a long day of furtive flirting, the pair would sneak off for some fun - alas, it wasn’t all peaches and cream though. With Mac being as exquisitely well-hung as he was, Alex quickly realized he’d need to do a lot of practice if he wanted to do anything more than slobber on the glorious pillar of grade-A horse meat.

The very first opportunity he had, taking what few bits he’d managed to collect from his meager stipends of working on the farm, he made a trip into Ponyville and made a somewhat scandalous purchase. It was a poorly kept secret that there was an adult novelty shop in town, which was exactly where he headed. With as much cool grace as he could muster, which wasn’t much, he procured two stallion dildoes to prepare himself for his coltfriend in the making.

As giddy as he’d been to own the tools with which to practice, the act itself wasn’t nearly as easy as he’d assumed. All the passion and libido in the world wouldn’t make his virginal backdoor any looser - no, that came with dedication, patience, and a copious amount of lube. Each and every night, once he was finished with his toils for the day, he’d wait until everyone went to sleep, thoroughly clean himself, then pound his hole for nearly an hour - sure it left him exhausted more often than not, but his perseverance had been well worth it.

After the better part of a month of stuffing himself with the two toys, one being marginally larger than the other, he felt he was ready - unfortunately, in spite of his enthusiasm, finding the right time to bed Mac had been difficult. The Apple family were a bunch of home bodies, content to while away their days on the farm, so he’d been left to wait for just the right time to strike - a time which had finally come.

Granny Smith, Apple Bloom, and Applejack had gone off on a rare vacation nearing the winter holiday, intent to visit their distant kin the Oranges, leaving the house to Mac and himself. He couldn’t have been more thrilled, nor was the hulking stud, as they waved goodbye and watched the clan trot off to the train station. As soon as the trio were out of sight, they practically flung themselves upon one another. With as worked up as they’d been, musing over how badly they wished to cross the interspecies boundary together, the opportunity to finally make love had reduced them to little more than horny, hormonally charged teenagers.

Their spontaneous kiss broke as quickly as it had begun, with the pair scampering off to make themselves ready. While the stallion rushed off to his room to await his lover, needing to do little more than contain himself, the young man dashed to the bathroom to prepare. Aside from cleaning and pre-lubricating his behind, Alex had one small surprise for his impending mate.

It had been a bit awkward to ask for, but he’d managed to convince Ms. Rarity, a supremely talented seamstress, to craft some lingerie for him. Consisting of leggings, a garter belt, lace panties, and a frilly top, all in a matching shade of midnight black, the outfit fit him perfectly. Smiling at his reflection, with the sinful ensemble in place, he took a deep breath to calm himself and strutted from the bathroom.

Though the walk to Mac’s room was short, merely a dozen feet, it felt like a mile. Every step caused his heart to beat harder and faster, his manhood struggled against its silken confines, and a lump formed in his throat. He may have thought the attire looked quite fetching on himself, but that decision wasn’t for him to make - it was for the awaiting stallion.

Having reached the door and placed his hand on the knob, he saw himself in, cocked a hip, and shot his best come hither look to the bed. He’d hoped the stallion would have a pleasant reaction to seeing him in something so scandalous, but that concern evaporated as soon as he laid eyes on his host. Laying on his side atop the bed, one hind leg lifted to give a shameless view of his loins, Mac clutched a single rose in his mouth.

The sight of the stallion in all his glory was possibly the most arousing thing he’d ever seen, only making his erection ache all the more, but the rose - the rose nearly made him swoon. While it was no secret that the stud fancied him and was beginning to look at him as more than a friend, the romantic gesture left him speechless. Only composing himself when he saw the stallion’s ravenous eyes looking him over, he turned on his heel, spread his legs, and leaned forward.

“You like it?” he cooed, only barely able to keep a tremble from creeping into his voice.

Mac slowly nodded his head, yet his eyes never left his guest’s backside. He couldn’t say where or when Alex had bought the getup, but it elevated the svelte human’s appeal to an unbelievable level. The dark cloth contrasted against the pale skin, the small bulge at the lad’s groin, and the unparalleled view of boy’s tush sent blood surging to his softly throbbing stallionhood and almost caused him to leap from the bed - almost. Turning his head and tossing the rose to the side, he invitingly patted the mattress with a forehoof.

The subtle gesture was enough to make Alex wheel around, as he gazed longingly at the massive cock twitching at Mac’s groin. Though he had every intention of being rutted by the big guy, he couldn’t bring himself to rush things. It was a special night, one he hoped they’d both remember fondly, and that meant taking their time and savoring every second of each other’s company.

Sashaying to the bed, he crawled onto the mattress steadily closed on the stud’s nethers. The ambrosial musk was just as thrilling as ever, tickling the servile portions of his mind and making his backdoor twitch in anticipation. Swinging his lower half around and to the supine stallion’s head, he lifted a leg and straddled Mac’s neck. His friend may not have realized it yet, but he had one small secret left up his sleeve.

As he rested himself on the stud’s torso, his face mere inches from the pulsing stallionhood, he peeked back and wiggled his rump. “Feel free to get a closer look…”

Feeling his guest start kissing and licking the tip of his length, Mac shuddered. As if the affectionate bit of foreplay and the outfit hadn’t gotten him worked up enough, having a deliciously plump ass parked right in front of his face was the icing on the cake. Leaning in and inhaling through his nose, relishing the delicately feminine scent of the boy, he paused and stared at his mate’s ass - not because something was wrong, but because it sure as heck looked like there might be something beneath Alex’s panties.

With as much care as he could muster, he used his lips to pull the undergarment aside, pulled away to get a better look, and froze. Stuffed between his guest’s cheeks was the fat, transparent end of a crystalline butt plug - and a big one from the looks of it. Licking his lips, his arousal clouding his judgment and shredding what little heterosexualy he had left, he shot forward, and grabbed the toy’s end in his teeth to pull it free.

“M…Mac!” Alex stammered, as the plug was wrenched from his backside.

The sudden removal of the toy, paired with the cool air against his slightly gaped hole, was a bit startling, but his shock only lasted for a second. In the blink of an eye, Mac’s big, pouting lips pressed to his backside, as the plug was replaced with the warm, muscular tongue of his lover. Sweet lord - if he’d known the bronco was that keen on getting him warmed up, he would have foregone plugging his hole beforehand! He realized it wouldn’t be long until things reached a fevered pitch, only a matter of time until one or both of them demanded they move to the main event, so he hungrily sucked upon and stroked the gargantuan stallionhood pressed to his cheek.

Locked in a sixty-nine, Mac merrily feasted on Alex’s backside while Alex swabbed his throat with nearly half of Mac’s shaft. Though their mouths were too occupied to say a word, their vehemence spoke volumes. The physical bliss they received was accentuated by pleasure they gave, creating an ouroboros of hedonism - one which came to an abrupt end. As the stallion bucked his hips and tickled the boy’s tonsils, they withdrew and started repositioning themselves. Their little appetizer had whetted their appetites, now it was time for the main course.

Alex rolled off the stallion and crawled to the foot of the bed, rolling onto his back with tush hanging off the end of the mattress. They hadn’t really discussed what position they were going to do it in, but there was only one that came to mind for him - missionary. He wanted to see Mac above him, wanted to watch the beast breaking and breeding him, so he grabbed his ankles and spread his legs for the stud.

Seeing Alex shamelessly present himself, Mac scrambled from the bed and nearly fell to the floor. Celestia forgive him - he couldn’t wait another second. Cantering around to the foot of the mattress, without skipping a beat, he reared back and slammed his forehooves to either side of the young man’s chest. As he got into position, the tip of his cock kissing the boy’s twitching entrance, he lowered his head and peered into his mate’s eyes.

“Slow,” Alex whispered, reaching up to caress the stallion’s heaving chest. “I want it to be special.”

Giving him a small nod, the stud cautiously drove his hips forward. Hot and absolutely massive, the blunt cock-head felt like a fist pressed against him. As he took several deep, slow breaths, closing his eyes in the process, he did everything he could to stay relaxed. He felt certain that he’d loosen up once they started, but getting over the initial penetration would be the real hurtle.

Slowly, with a staggering amount of control, the pressure on his entrance mounted, until it happened. With an all but audible pop, the titanic stallionhood sank into his snug interior and caused him to gasp. As impossible as it may have sounded, the titan felt bigger than ever! Doing everything he could not to tense up, awestruck by the sensation of fullness, he released his legs and locked his ankles over the stud’s hips.

Far larger than either the dildos or the plug he’d purchased, Mac’s endowment gradually drove into him. The heat and sublime texture were indescribably amazing, and he relished every vein and small ridge along the monstrous shaft. It was only when the girthy medial ring bumped against his stretched backdoor did the stallion’s motion draw to a halt.

Mac stared down at Alex’s face, watching it contort in pleasure, as he awaited the go-ahead to continue. The last thing in the world he wanted was to harm the little guy, but it was a struggle to keep himself from moving. As the young man smirked up at him and nodded, bringing a smile to his lips, he braced his hind legs, rolled his hips back, and unsheathed a portion of his length.

His first real thrust was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he was rhythmically humping away. The silken depths quivering around his stallionhood were incredible, even better than the young man’s throat, and they proved to be a double edged sword. Each plunge chipped away at his restraint, begging him to go all out, yet he maintained himself. As he hung his head, giving a contented sigh, he closed his eyes.

Alex had been intent to bask in the beast’s glory, but an odd sensation within his abdomen drew his attention down to his belly. It was fair to say he was in uncharted waters, wrangling with something far, far larger than anything he’d ever had inside himself, but he was far from uncomfortable. While being languidly plowed was most certainly intense, it wasn’t painful - in fact, the longer it went on, the better it felt. Gazing down at himself, seeing a bulge appear and disappear within his stomach, he did a double take.

He’d heard about people who could accommodate something large enough to be seen in their stomach, yet he would have never guessed he’d end up being one of them. Though relatively faint, the outline of Mac’s dick moved up his torso with each plunge, stopping just above his navel, before the stud pulled back. Instinctively flexing his legs, spurring the stud to move faster, he bucked up to meet his lover’s thrusts.

It had been hard enough for Mac to rein himself in, so the not-so-subtle goading from his mate was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Taking the smallest step forward, bringing his thighs closer to the foot of the bed, he ratcheted up his speed - not to a relentless extent, but enough to sate his primordial urges. He couldn’t speak for his guest, but the sex was better than anything he could have imagined.

Bringing a hand to his face to stifle himself, Alex bit down on his thumb. In every conceivable way, his senses were assaulted; the feeling of being fucked by such an adonic creature, the scent of sweat and sex, the sonorous grunts above, the taste of pre-cum on his lips - each and every facet was what he’d dreamt of and more. Driven by impetuous lust, longing for more, he pulled with his legs and forced the thick base of cock into his stuffed backside.

He hadn’t been aware of how close he’d been to cumming, lost to the moment and lightheaded from the enormity of it all, until the medial ring plowed into him and crushed his tender prostate. His eyes widened in surprise, and his heart nearly stopped, as he was wracked with an overwhelming wave of pure, unadulterated rapture. For the second time in his life, the first being at the tender hooves of the very stallion rutting him, he’d climaxed without touching himself.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, his toes curling.

Mac faltered, fearing something was amiss, and peeked out to see what had happened. Shivering from head to foot, a deep blush upon his face, Alex quietly whimpered and squirmed under him. As he looked down the lad’s body, seeing jizz spattered over the boy’s bulged tummy, his composure broke. The animalistic, suppressed side of himself, the very thing he’d done his best to restrain, took note of the revelation and went absolutely wild.

He’d been trying to take it easy, trying to make sure they were both having a good time, but all his reservations and precautions had been thrown into question. He hadn’t even known that a guy could cum from being fucked, yet his little human lover had done just that. With his lust threatening to overtake him, he set his jaw and forced himself to stop in his tracks.

The way he saw it, he had two options - he could either play it safe and go at a relaxed pace, or he could test his mate’s limits and have a bit of fun. All but literally at an impasse, grappling with the notion of unleashing his full potential, the sensation of a hand stroking his neck shook him from his thoughts. Lowering his gaze, seeing Alex peering up at him, he cocked his head.

Drunk on the euphoria of his orgasm, with nearly every muscle in his body having gone slack, Alex softly patted the stud’s carmine hide. “You can be a little rough…”

The small blessing was just what Mac was hoping to hear, prompting him to act. Hopping back and unsheathing himself in an instant, leaving his guest’s hole to gape and grasp at nothing but air, he wheeled around and charged to his closet. He hadn’t anticipated nor planned on things taking such a turn, but he had just the thing for the occasion.

Rolling over, wondering what in the heck was going on, Alex was at a loss for words. One second, he’d been getting his brains fucked out - the next, the stud had dismounted and rushed off without a care in the world. Rolling to his side and pushing himself up, confused and more than a little frustrated, he glowered over at the stallion’s backside - that was until the bronco backpedaled and lifted a foreleg.

Balanced in the pony’s hoof, curled up and with one end flopping down to the ground, Mac presented what he’d been after - a length of braided rope. He’d never describe himself as a genius, but he instantly realized what the big fella was up to. His dissatisfaction bled away in a flash, while the stud pulled the thick cord taut with his teeth, waggled his eyebrows, and trotted back toward him.

The closest he’d ever come to bondage play was a single occasion involving a pair of handcuffs - even then, it only lasted a handful of minutes. More than a little loosened up, wishing for nothing more than to feel the stallion pump a load into his depths, he shifted his knees under himself and pressed his chest to the mattress. While he surmised what Mac was about to do to him, he couldn’t help but tease the titan just a touch.

“What’re you gonna do?” he giggled, playfully wiggling his tush. “You gonna tie me up and - Wha?!?”

With impossible speed and unbelievable dexterity, moving faster than he could register, the titan became a blur of hooves. It wasn’t until he tried to move, finding his wrists bound to his ankles, that he comprehended what Mac had done. Somehow, defying all logic and possibly the speed of sound, the big bastard had immobilized and trussed him up like a lewd piece of livestock. Only able to move his head, with his legs spread just enough to let the giant climb up between his parted knees, he watched his mate with silent wonder and barely-kept anticipation.

Sure enough, once his bindings cinched taut, Mac stepped over him and got into position. It was a bit of a shame that he couldn’t fully appreciate the view of the stallion above him, but the sensation of the gargantuan length gliding over his ass more than made up for it. The suspense was incredible, equal parts thrilling and maddening, as he fidgeted in place. With no way of knowing what his mate was waiting for, he caved to his yearnings and gave voice to his desires.

“P…please,” he whispered, doing what he could to arch his back, “breed me…”

As the words passed his lips, the stallion shifted and moved in reverse. If he’d been able to move, he would have pushed himself up and impaled himself on the goliath, yet that was impossible. With only his head, fingers, and feet free, he felt the massive stallionhood slide over his rear and nudge his entrance.

Mac was a simple and relatively patient stallion, but even he had his limits. A day may come where he’d edge and tease his lover for a prolonged time, perhaps making the young man beg to be fucked, but that was not this day. Pining to pick up where he’d left off, he plunged his length into Alex’s upturned tush and started plowing the lad like a field in spring.

Unlike several minutes prior, when they’d been in a missionary position, each thrust was harder, more savage, and lacking finesse. He trusted that Alex would speak up if the harsher treatment became too much to endure, yet a part of him hoped it wouldn’t come to that. Just how his lover had sought to impress him, he wanted to show his little mate what he was really capable of.

Nearly screwed into the mattress, grunting in tune with the stud’s bucking hips, Alex mewled like a whore. Being railed while facing the bronco had been extraordinary, easily the best sex he’d ever had, but this was on an entirely new level. While it was no mystery that Mac was vastly more powerful than himself, being subjected to a real breeding session cemented the stallion’s prowess.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, saliva crept down his chin, and pre-cum flung from his semi-rigid length, while he soared toward a second climax. He’d always had to wait nearly half an hour after blowing a load to have another orgasm, yet the stallion’s will was absolute. If Mac wanted him to cum, he was going to cum.

The drumbeat of their colliding bodies mingled with throaty grunts, effeminate groans, and panting between the two, filling the air like a depraved symphony. Their bodies fogged the air, sweating and growing heated from the passionate exchange, while the bed groaned beneath them. It would have been impossible for anyone in the home not to hear the lewd racket from Mac’s room - mercifully, the homestead was theirs for well over a week.

“Don’t - Nnnph - don’t stop!” he pleaded, milking the beast’s shaft for all his worth.

With a deep snort, Mac switched up his technique. He wasn’t going to be able to last forever, especially since Alex was getting increasingly vocal, so he cast aside his inhibitions and pulled out all the stops. It was his first time rutting anybody at all, something his mate was fully aware of, so he wouldn’t be held accountable for being a bit rough - at least that’s what he told himself.

As he teetered on the brink, Alex fought through the blissful fog and focused on an odd feeling deep in his gut. Aside from throbbing harder and faster than ever, he could swear Mac’s tool was getting bigger! Seconds from dismissing his curiosity, more interested in enjoying himself, a realization struck him. He’d had a flare in his mouth on several occasions, but this was what it must have felt like to have one in his depths.

Knowing Mac was going to blow, he twisted his head and glanced up at the stallion. “Do it - ruin me for any other stallion!”

Though his mate’s voice was no louder than a whisper, it struck Mac like a gong. He was pretty big compared to most stallions, so there was a very real chance that, regardless of whether he and Alex became an item, the young man wouldn’t be able to find a lover equal to him. The thought was the pièce de résistance, the cherry on top, and it sent him soaring past his limit. With one final, unstoppable thrust, bucking so hard that the bed frame cracked beneath them, he hilted and came.

Alex’s mouth hung open in a silent scream, as what felt like gallons of thick, scalding seed flooded into him. To call the feeling of being filled with so much jizz intense would have been an understatement, as he was pushed over the edge and came instantaneously. While he couldn’t quite see it, he felt his belly distend and bloat, hanging beneath him with the immense weight of such a prodigious load.

The fact that he was quite possibly the only humans ever to experience something so astonishing elevated the experience beyond words. Cum squirted from his trembling hole, his comparably minuscule prick drooled to the bedsheets, and his mind went blank, as he was overcome by the enormity of it all. It didn’t matter if he’d be walking funny for a few days, or that he could probably pass for pregnant with a swollen tummy of cum - no, the only thing he cared about was that Mac found him worthy.

Mac was only vaguely aware that Alex had cum a second time, too caught up in the moment to take note. He hadn’t spoken a word of it to anyone, keeping it a closely guarded secret, but he’d intentionally abstained from fooling around with the young man for the better part of a week. Knowing that his family would be gone for some time, he’d spent days edging himself and saving up seed just for the occasion, and it had been worth it.

The climax was phenomenal, impossibly good, and it eclipsed any other sexual experience he’d ever had. Getting fellated by Alex was great, there was no denying that, but actually being able to breed the boy was beyond reproach. Regardless of the young man’s sex, being on top, fucking like the absolute stud he was, added an element to the mix that he could easily grow fond of.

Gradually growing still, with Mac’s twitching hips slowing and Alex’s quivering dulling, the pair did little more than heave air into their lungs. It had been a first for the both of them, a truly eye opening experience. The stallion’s paltry concerns about his heterosexuality had been washed away, while the young man’s fears that his size would make him incompatible with a pony disappeared outright. It was a magical moment, truly one of a kind, they both were made all the happier for it.

Shakily stepping back, making sure to keep the swollen tip of his length lodged in his mate’s ass, Mac reached down and undid the bindings around Alex’s limbs. He wished for nothing more than to relax, but doing so with a hogtied lover would have been plain wrong. As the young man’s arms and legs were freed, he balanced himself on three legs, wrapped a forehoof around the boy’s neck, and unceremoniously flopped to his side.

No matter when he unsheathed his length, there’d be a colossal mess to clean up - as such, he saw no harm in spooning for just a bit. While he was delighted that their lovemaking had eclipsed his expectations, he was well and truly tired from the day of work he’d had prior to his family’s departure. With his chest to his mate’s back, he curled his chin over the lad’s shoulder and contentedly hummed.

“That good ~ huh?” Alex muttered, stroking the stallion’s cheek with a trembling hand.

Peeking an emerald eye at him, Mac nodded. “Eeeyup…”

“So…” Alex trailed off, his elation tinged with worry. There’s something he’d been meaning to ask for quite some time, something that may have put his budding relationship with the stud to an abrupt halt, but there was no better time to ask. “You want to be my coltfriend?” he meekly inquired, a blush creeping into his face. “I mean, if you don’t want to, we can just -”

“Eeeeyup,” Mac chirped, going an even darker shade of crimson, before he twisted his head and pecked the boy’s cheek.

Out of all the things the stallion could have said or done, none would have been more perfect. A friend with benefits was hardly a bad thing, and Alex would have been happy with that, but this was so - so much better. Readjusting himself, turning his shoulders, he locked lips with the stud - no, his coltfriend. While he was reluctant to confess his feelings for Mac, having found himself growing increasingly fond of his friend, a part of him knew the truth; his feelings for Mac lay well beyond a simple friendship.

As Mac groaned into Alex’s mouth, he came to a conclusion. When Granny Smith, Apple Bloom, and Applejack returned home, he was going to come clean about his relationship with Alex - not just because it was the right thing to do, but because he had every intention of moving the little guy into his room. His bed was more than big enough for his massive frame - heck, he could probably fit another two ponies on the darn mattress, so having a slender biped to spend the nights with wouldn’t be any issue whatsoever.

For their own reasons, merrily conspiring on what the future would hold for them, the pair embraced and basked in the afterglow. They’d done more than merely cross the interspecies boundary, they’d sparked the flame of something more. In spite of all their differences, they’d forged a connection with one another and taken the first steps down an unexplored road. What the future held for them was anyone’s guess, but they were mutely aware of one thing - together, hoof in hand, they’d be able to surpass any obstacle and grow stronger together…