“G’night!” Alex called into the hallway, as he closed the door of his room.
Eight months - eight long months he’d been living with the Apple family, ever since he’d found himself in the strange land of Equestria, but he wasn’t complaining. In spite of the bizarre and frankly jarring world in which he now resided, he’d somehow managed to find some sliver of contentment, a growing happiness he couldn’t deny. All the trouble of Earth, the constant strife, drama, turmoil, and judgment were little more than a fading memory, as he warmed to his new home and the new life it afforded.
He never thought he’d end up living on a farm, let alone one run by talking, friendly, pastel ponies, yet that’s exactly what had happened. Though the Apples were a fine family, accommodating and patient to a fault, he quickly discovered that, as their guest, he had certain expectations to meet. Within less than a week of his arrival, he’d found himself being awoken in the wee hours of the morning for a hearty breakfast before working in the orchard or on the homestead.
Most of his mornings consisted of feeding the chickens, gathering eggs, or helping out with various tasks in the barn, but that had started to change. With the fall season in full swing, more apple trees than he could count in need of harvesting, his duties had shifted quite dramatically. Moving bushels of fruit, loading or unloading wagons, and standing on his feet for hours on end wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, yet there was one benefit to toiling alongside his adopted family.
The Apples were an honest, hard working clan of what were called earth ponies. Consisting of four members, Granny Smith, Applejack, Big Macintosh, and Apple Bloom, the household was a mix of three separate generations. As her name would suggest, Granny Smith was the oldest and, by default, the matriarch of the group. Apple Bloom, the youngest of three siblings, spent most of her time in school or focusing on her studies, but she always did her best to chip in with chores. Applejack and Big Macintosh, being the older sister and brother of Bloom, were the literal workhorses of the bunch.
It was fair to say that he liked each of the ponies for their own reasons, yet there was one among them who he’d begun gravitating toward - Big Mac. Standing about a head taller than himself, despite being a quadruped, the well-built stallion was the definition of a gentle giant. Covered in carmine fur, with a golden mane and tail, he moved with a grace that belied his imposing size - nevertheless, there were but a single facet of the captivating titan. Aside from being an all but literal colossus, dwarfing most ponies with his stature and build, the crimson stud was quite enigmatic.
Knock Knock Knock
The set of soft raps shook Alex from his thoughts, causing him to turn and stroll back to the exit of his room. It was rare that anybody would disturb him at such a late hour, especially with an early morning and full day awaiting him tomorrow, so he knew his unexpected visitor wasn’t simply there to bother him. Adorned solely in a pair of boxers, having planned on curling up for the night, he peeked outside and started.
Lurking just outside, affixing him with a pair of emerald eyes, stood none other than the stallion of the house himself. Having the tacit stud come to his door was a relatively rare event in and of itself, but seeing Mac so late was unheard of. Only barely remembering his manners, brushing aside his surprise, he opened the door and smiled over at the towering equine.
“H…hey,” he uneasily began. “Is everything alright?”
Maintaining eye contact, the stoic bronco mutely lifted a hoof. As Alex looked down, his blood ran cold. Balanced on the stallion’s frog, contrasted against the brilliant red coat, was a pair of his briefs. Before he could even think, spurred by embarrassment, he reached out, grabbed the underwear, and flung the garment into his room. Out of all the family members to bring him the article, which he’d likely forgotten after taking a shower less than an hour prior, he wouldn’t have been nearly as bothered - sadly, that wasn’t the case.
With his cheeks darkening, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, he averted his gaze from his host. “T…thanks.”
One corner of Mac’s mouth turned upward, almost imperceptibly so, as he gave a subtle nod. To say he was a stallion of few words would be a glaring understatement, communicating almost exclusively through subtle body language and the occasional ‘Eeyup’ or ‘Nope’, which had made interactions with the giant a bit of a challenge. According to Granny Smith, Bloom, and Applejack, the big lug hadn’t spoken much since maturing past a rebellious colt - a fact that Alex found a bit puzzling and fascinating.
With his visitor remaining motionless, Alex cleared his throat. “Another busy day tomorrow?”
His floundering attempt at small talk worked about as well as he’d assumed, merely drawing another small nod from the stud, but he wasn’t about to excuse himself - not yet anyway. Truth be told, though he hadn’t mentioned it to a soul, his interest in Big Mac was more than superficial. Though it had taken him months to fully comprehend why he was drawn to the massive stallion, he’d eventually come to a startling realization - he’d been developing a bit of a crush on the hulking stud.
He’d always had a preference for guys, particularly the large, muscular variety, yet he’d had no way of knowing his inclinations traversed the barrier of species. The more time he spent around Mac, the more often he’d find himself admiring the huge, powerful, elegant creature, and that revelation filled him with an odd mixture of excitement and dread. While a part of him was thrilled by the novel notion of being attracted to someone decidedly inhuman, a smaller, much more terrifying portion of himself was fearful of what may become of his budding attraction to the pony.
As far as he could tell, there was no taboo involving same sex courtship or interspecies romance in Equestria - heck, he’d seen at least one couple that checked both those boxes, yet that did little to assuage his reservations. For starters, he was a literal alien, flung to the world from a different reality entirely - secondly and more alarmingly, he wasn’t sure if Mac was even into guys! Steeling his resolve, getting no answer from his nearly-mute visitor, he lifted his head and froze.
It was over in a flash, so quickly that he questioned what he’d actually seen, but he could swear he noticed Mac eyeing his hip. Had he hallucinated it? Was the stallion looking past him and at something in his room? Peeking back behind himself, spying only his moonlit bed and window behind him, he pursed his lips. Either he’d just imagined the stud looking at him in a questionable way, or the bronco had been peering at the soft, pale flesh near his groin.
Unable to think clearly, his mind ablur with doubt and hormonally charged thoughts, he lowered his hand and innocently pulled his boxers down a fraction of an inch. If, and that was a mighty big if, Mac was curious about what he had under his clothes, he’d be more than happy to give a fleeting, experimental peek. No sooner had the smallest sliver of his supple skin been unveiled than the stallion turned and trotted away, leaving only silence in his wake.
The second Mac departed, he knew he’d fucked up - still, he couldn’t afford to make the situation worse than it already was. Leaning out of his room, he waved at the retreating pony and forced a smile. “Thanks again! G’night, Big Mac!”
He lingered for just a moment hoping - praying his visitor would look back, but his unspoken appeal went unanswered. As Mac turned a corner and disappeared from sight, he closed the door, sighed, and buried his face in his hands. How could he have been so stupid? For fuck’s sake, he’d just tried to coyly seduce one of the ponies that had taken him in and given him a roof to live under! Silently cursing to himself, swearing he’d never do something so foolish again, he stomped to and flung himself upon his bed.
Awful didn’t begin to describe the failure of his impulsive behavior, but the past was the past - locked in stone and memorialized in memory henceforth. Grabbing a pillow to muffle himself, he screamed; he screamed in frustration and anger at what he’d done - what he’d put at risk. Not only had he driven one of the few ponies he’d genuinely come to call a friend away, but he’d tipped his hand by caving to his desires - alas, as the minutes dragged into well over an hour, neither solace nor sleep came to him.
Utterly exhausted, weary beyond the physical, he climbed from his window into the night air and walked away from the farmhouse. He didn’t know where he was going, nor did he particularly care - all he knew was that he needed to breathe, to clear his head and beg the cosmos to take mercy on him. Little did he know, as he wandered into the darkness, away from the soft light of the place he’d come to call home, his absence wouldn’t go unnoticed for long…
~
With a deep sigh, laying on his bed, Mac stared up at the ceiling. Though he was plenty tired, with a full day’s toil behind him, he simply couldn’t sleep - not because he didn’t want to, but because every time he closed his eyes he envisioned Alex’s smiling face. Darned if he knew why, but there was something about his otherworldly guest that he simply found bewitching.
As he flipped to his side for the umpteenth time, trying in vain to get comfortable, he scrunched his snout in frustration. He couldn’t explain it - shoot, he barely understood it, yet Alex had done something he thought was impossible - question his sexuality. For his entire life, he’d always assumed he was into mares, playing the classical role of what stallions were supposed to do - sure, it wasn’t like he hadn’t enjoyed dating, but it simply hadn’t felt right. Glancing down at his hoof, remembering the all too brief exchange involving the young man’s undergarment, he screwed his eyes shut.
He shouldn’t have been looking at Alex at all, but he had and he’d been caught with his hoof in the metaphorical cookie jar. While a different stallion may have taken the hint and flirted with the man, or possibly joked to downplay the awkward moment, he’d done the most cowardly thing possible - he ran away; one of the biggest, strongest ponies in all of Ponyville - shucks, probably the southern half of Equestria, had scampered off like a timid colt. Swinging his legs from the bed, he got to his hooves and started to pace.
He’d tried to console himself for weeks on end, telling himself that there was nothing wrong with liking a guy, but that was easier said than done. He was effectively the head of the household, the only son born to his parents, Celestia bless them, so it was his job to carry on the bloodline - that said, it just didn’t feel right. It didn’t help that Braeburn, his very own cousin, was as queer as a hoofball bat, something he was actually a bit jealous of, but having a tall, svelt piece of eye-candy around had brought things to a head.
For the time being, and quite possibly for months into the future, he’d be sharing a roof with Alex, which meant he had one of two options: either he’d own up to his feelings and come clean with the young man or he’d be driven mad. Knowing full well that his guest was interested in him, having caught the fella’ watching him on a regular basis, he figured his interest might - might be mutual, but he didn’t want to get ahead of himself. Glancing at the clock and seeing it was close to midnight, realizing the late hour might afford them a bit of privacy, he trotted out of his room and down the hallway.
Before he could change his mind, he strolled to Alex’s door, lifted a hoof, and knocked. He felt a bit bad for waking his guest up, seeing as how they had work in the morning, but this was an issue that couldn’t wait - that and he’d rather not have the discussion when AJ, Bloom, and Granny were up and about. A silent moment passed, followed by a hoofful more, and he rapped again - a bit harder this time.
The longer he waited, the more his nerves wore on him - the more his nerves wore on him, the tighter his stomach knotted. He’d faced down monsters - literal monsters, but he couldn’t remember a time he’d been more nervous! It was only after he’d knocked a fourth time, his anxiety reaching a fevered pitch, that he tried the door handle and found it unlocked. As he peeked inside the room, a lump formed in his throat.
His eyes played across the darkened chamber, looking for his guest, but then a movement caught his eye. If it hadn’t been for the curtain fluttering softly, he may not have noticed that the window was wide open. Adrenaline shot through him, elevating his uneasiness to outright alarm. There was a reason ponies didn’t wander around at night in the autumn, but Alex wasn’t a pony and, unless someone had mentioned it to the young man, had no idea of what dangers lurked in the autumn night.
Turning tail and cantering out of the room, down the stairs and out the front door, he broke into a gallop. Timberwolves aren’t typically a problem for anypony, so long as you had a touch of common sense, and it was no mystery that they moved into the area in the cooler months - the problem was that his human guest had no way of knowing that. Rushing away from the house, moving in the direction of the treeline from Alex’s window, shot into the orchard like a crimson lightning bolt.
Even if there was no real cause for concern, the last thing he needed was the fella getting turned around and lost for the night - for Celestia’s sake, it was dark and cold outside, hardly ideal for anypony to go for a midnight stroll. Throwing his head left and right, looking for any sign of life, a faint sound caught his ear. Skidding to a halt, his hooves sinking into the soft soil, he lifted his head and cocked his ears.
“B…back! Stay back!”
Though the tone was broken and tinged with desperation, he instantly recognized the voice; Alex - Alex was out there and, from the sounds of it, in peril. The blood in his veins ran hot, he set his jaw, and a fiery passion surged through him, as he shifted his course and barrelled toward his friend. If the poor guy got hurt, heaven help him, he didn’t know how he’d be able to live with himself. As he weaved through the trees, hearing the pleas and shouts getting louder with every step he took, he swore an oath to himself; he was going to tell Alex how he felt.
“Get back!” Alex shouted, swinging a limb at one of the oaken creatures.
Sets of blazing, harlequin eyes bored into him, as the pack of fell creatures lazily circled. Looking like hellish, wooden parodies of wolves, dredged from the nightmares of a child, the beasts had backed him into a corner of sorts. If the Apple family hadn’t left one of their empty carts in the orchard, intent on filling it the next day, he’d hate to think how his encounter with the canines would have played out - thankfully, the cart had given him a means to prevent being attacked from the rear.
One of the lumber lupi lunged forward and earned itself a knock across the face from his makeshift cudgel, but it wouldn’t be enough. He was outnumbered nearly a dozen to one, encircled, and there was no rescue in sight. What was supposed to be a walk to ease his tension had become what may well be the last thing he’d ever done, and he had nobody to blame but himself. With his eyes darting between the beasts, knowing it would be a matter of when, not if they attacked en masse, he bore witness to a miracle.
Like Ares himself, bearing a blazing mane and scarlet hide, a giant tore into the pack. The onslaught was so furious and unexpected that he blinked in disbelief, questioning what he was seeing, yet there was no mistaking it - his savior was none other than Big Macintosh. Using every ounce of his strength, the stallion wrought devastation to the creatures; it was easily one of the most terrifying spectacle’s he’d ever witnessed, yet he knew no fear - no, he felt only an unbelievable admiration and relief that he’d been rescued.
The pack scattered like leaves in the wind, running off with their brambled tails tucked between their legs, leaving only himself and the stallion in their wake. He’d been about to meet his maker, yet some higher power had smiled upon him and delivered him from harm by an angel. Mac’s chest heaved in the cool light, his coat glistening in sweat, as he turned his head and looked back at him; it was at that moment, locking eyes with his hero, that the emotional dam broke.
He took a faltering step forward, then a second and a third, until he was running over to the stallion. Tears streamed down his face, as he wrapped his arms around Mac’s thick neck. Overwhelmed by the enormity of what he’d just suffered through, his gratitude and appreciation seized hold of him. Before he could think about what he was doing, he craned his neck and passionately kissed the stud.
Feeling the pair of soft, warm lips against him, Mac went rigid. The moment he’d seen the wolves around his friend, he’d charged in without a second thought; he hadn’t done it seeking a reward, nor as some hollow act of chivalry - he’d done it because he cared about Alex. As the young man pulled away and peered up at him, looking deeply into his eyes, something flashed between them.
What they shared wasn’t friendship - it was something more, something profound, and it had taken him what felt like an eternity to fully realize what it was. They savored one another’s company, enjoyed simply spending time with each other, and he felt downright silly for not embracing what they had - what they could be sooner. Lowering his head and closing his eyes, a catharsis like no other washing over him, he locked lips with Alex.
Alex’s shock from the kiss left him speechless, yet it was over in the blink of an eye. His hands wrapped around the stud’s neck, he pushed himself up on his tiptoes, and his eyelids fluttered, as a thick tongue pressed into his mouth. Someone or something must have heard his little prayer from earlier, because his life had just taken a most wondrous turn. The carmine adonis had done more than just protect him - he’d returned his impassioned feelings.
“M…Mac,” he whispered, pulling away and moving a hand down to the stallion’s chest, “thank you…”
That smile - the faint, nearly invisible smile on the stud’s face spoke volumes. There was no need for thanks; they lived together, they worked together, they were friends, and they may transcend to being something more. Smiling from ear to ear, at a loss for words, he watched the stallion raise a hoof to wipe the tears from his cheek.
“Sorry,” he weakly chuckled, feeling all the more absurd.
His t-shirt and pajamas were torn from being chased by the wolves, small scrapes dotted his shins, and aches were setting in now that the excitement was over, but those paled in comparison to the joy coursing through him. As the bronco gingerly brushed him off, noticing his injuries, he only then noticed that Mac hadn’t survived unscathed. A cut ran across the stud’s flank, tinging his fur with blood, and a number of small gashes marred his lower legs.
As happy as he was to have been rescued, his focus shifted to Mac’s injuries. Turning away, keeping one arm around the stud’s neck, he started walking back toward the homestead. He was not about to let his savior go untended, not after fighting off a pack of wild beasts, and he wasn’t about to let the hardheaded pony take no for an answer.
Had Mac dug his hooves in and been stubborn, he would have had about as much luck moving the titan as he would hauling a mountain - fortunately, that wasn’t the case. The stallion trotted along beside him, walking with a slight limp, as he made his way back to the house. Passing tree after tree, retracing his steps, he eventually crested a hill and slowed.
Mac stopped in his tracks, looking from the house to his friend. For all intents and purposes, he should have gone home, cleaned up, and bandaged his wounds, but doing so would make a scene he had no intention of dealing with. Shifting his focus to the side, spying the barn, he was stricken with an idea. The large outbuilding, aside from being used to store equipment and produce, had a shower and a first-aid kit for on the job accidents. Looking over to the young man beside him, turned and began hobbling onward.
“The barn?” Alex asked, taken aback by the decision. “But we need to get you patched up!”
Mac smirked, ignoring the stinging pain in his flank, as he continued on his path. Though he was a little worse for wear, he was immeasurably grateful that he’d stormed off into the orchard. Heaven knows what would have happened to poor Alex if he hadn’t rushed off like he had, but that wasn’t a concern. Moving past the trees and up to the barn, giving the occasional glance at the farmhouse for any signs of life, he saw himself into the massive, dimly lit structure and made a beeline to the medical supplies.
It didn’t take Alex long to figure out what Mac was up to, and he wasn’t having it. “Ah ah ah -” he tutted, securing his grip around the behemoth’s neck, “shower first. We need to clean you off first.”
Mac gave a small shrug and altered his course. The young man had been right - a shower would make sense before having his wounds treated. There was dirt spattered on his legs, at least one of the wolves had bit him, and he’d endured a number of scratches from the varmints, but there was nothing too serious. Having proceeded by several empty stalls, plows, and heaps of vacant apple baskets, he quickly found himself in the makeshift break-room he and his sister had made.
The barn was built to last, but it’d been Apple Bloom’s idea to add a few creature comforts. After a long day in the orchard, they could shower off and relax before going back to the farmhouse; not only did the addition cut back on the dirt and grime tracked into their home, but it made for a dandy place to kick back and unwind. As he pressed deeper, strolling into the restroom, the young man stayed all but plastered against him.
Alex drew to a halt when the stallion stopped and shot him a questioning look. “What? You don’t think I’m going to let you get cleaned up by yourself ~ do you? For buck’s sake, someone has to make sure that nasty cut doesn’t get infected!”
He’d half expected the stallion to balk at his request, but he was in for a surprise. Rolling his eyes, his smile staying plastered on his muzzle, the stud wandered into the bathroom and nodded for him to follow. While he was genuinely happy that he’d be able to help his friend, he’d be lying if the sight of Mac’s powerfully sculpted body, glistening with sweat, didn’t send a shiver up his spine.
In silent reverence, only vaguely aware of Mac setting the shower to warm, he ran his hands over the colossus. To see such a majestic creature was amazing enough, but to actually touch one - stars above, he couldn’t help but be in awe. He’d hugged his friends on a handful of occasions, showing camaraderie if and when he could, but this - this was something entirely more intimate.
The shower in which they stood was a shallow basin designed for ease of use by ponies, but he couldn’t care less about the warm water pattering over him. His shirt and shorts grew damp, clinging to his body, while he mutely worshiped the stallion. Compelled by his fascination and no small amount of passion, he wandered closer and drew a deep breath through his nose. As the heady, masculine scent struck him, his reservations withered and he looked to the stud’s face.
Mac had been enjoying the impromptu rubdown more than he cared to admit. The young man’s soft, dextrous hands were far softer than hoof could ever be; pair that with the view of Alex’s willowy frame, ample hips and deliciously flat chest clearly visible through the fabric against him, and his restrained urges waxed in power. Slipping from its sheath, hanging beneath him, his swelling stallionhood was softly throbbed in tune with his heart.
“So - um -” Alex murmured, smiling bashfully, “do you mind if I join you?”
As Mac shook his head, his grin grew all the broader. The stallion trotted around in the buff almost constantly, typically adorned only in a yoke for pulling plows, yet this would be the first time he’d ever shown himself off to his friend. Taking a large step back, peeling the shirt up and over his head, he reached down to unbutton his pants and froze. While he’d seen the stud naked more times than he could count, he’d never once laid eyes upon the utterly monstrous endowment his friend had been hiding.
He’d assumed ponies were hung like - well, horses, yet he hadn’t realized how true that presumption was. As tempted as he was to rip his clothes off and fling himself onto the stallion, he had to play it cool - more accurately, he wanted to get the stallion a bit heated. Stepping back and pulling his shirt up and over his head, he turned on his heel and faced away. If Mac was as interested in his body as he thought, the stallion might appreciate a little show.
It wasn’t like he’d ever stripped for anyone before, but be darned if he didn’t do his best to put on a burlesque show. Swaying his hips from side to side, he slowly bent forward and drew his pants and underwear down his legs. His familiarity with Mac, paired with the excitement of having been rescued, gave him all the inspiration he needed to bare himself. As his garments dropped to the floor, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, he casually wheeled around to face his host.
The site of Mac staring at him was more arousing than it had any right to be, but it was the stud’s throbbing stallionhood that fueled his determination. It was as clear as day that the pony liked what he saw, and he had every intention of capitalizing on the moment. His mouth watered, his manhood grew erect in an instant, and his legs grew weak, as he sank to his knees and shuffled closer to the prodigious cock before him.
Staying completely silent, his intuition telling him what was coming next, Mac gnawed his lower lip. He’d never had anypony touch him in a sexual way, despite having several opportunities to do so with a mare, but that was about to change. Twisting his head and watching the lad inch beneath him, shifting between looking at his friend’s alluring face or sumptuously shaped ass, he swallowed hard. He could stop things at a moment’s notice, speaking up or stomping a hoof in protest, but there was a problem - the last thing he wanted was for Alex to stop.
The smell flooding Alex’s sinuses was intoxicating, clouding his thoughts like a siren’s song, while he reached out with trembling hands to touch the great, mahogany length. As he graced the stallionhood with a finger, it twitched and slapped against Mac’s belly; the suddenness of the move startled him, spurring him to peek back and to the side at his host, but he was instantly reassured. The stud gazed down at him and gave a single, wordless remark - go on…
His fingers curled around Mac’s shaft, unable to wrap all the way around the meaty pillar, causing something to snap within his mind. He didn’t want to service the huge, gracious beast - he needed to. Closing his eyes and turning his attention back to the stallion’s package, he leaned forward and drew his tongue up the pair of grapefruit sized balls hanging between the bronco’s thighs.
Mac shivered and fought to remain still, his hips twitching and attempting to spontaneously buck. He’d been able to savor his guest’s affection for a hooffull of seconds, yet he was instantly enthralled by the sensation. Setting his jaw and squaring his hind legs, giving the lad a bit more room to maneuver, he found himself suddenly regretful for not having a mirror to better watch the show beneath him.
Longer than his forearm and thicker than his wrist, Mac’s tool was downright godly in Alex’s grasp. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined venerating such a glorious paragon of virility, yet there he was - on his knees while coating his taste buds in his friend’s fresh sweat. A second belly slap from Mac sundered his reverie, reminding him that the moment wasn’t about him - it was about the stallion who’d saved his life.
Remaining on his knees, he cautiously moved under the bronco to stare down the monolithic shaft of cock. As he came into position, it felt as though he was looking down a canon - a feeling both frightening and inspirational beyond words. He had no way of knowing if he could give a competent blowjob to someone so well-hung, but he was about to find out. After taking a breath to steady himself and calm his nerves, he kissed the battering ram-like head of stallionhood, issued a silent thanks to his maker, and worked the behemoth past his lips.
With more than enough room to spare, he stroked the steed with both hands while nursing and hungrily making out with the bloated tip. Driven by his need for more, ignoring his strained, protesting jaw, he forced his head forward and drove the mammoth cock to the very back of his throat. He almost felt as though he was in a trance or possibly a dream, as he bobbed his head and did his best to fellate the stallion, though he wasn’t the only one enjoying himself.
Biting harder on his lip, his legs trembling, Mac struggled to control himself. He couldn’t fathom why someone would be so excited to get him off, ravenously sucking his unwashed dick without a care in the world, but he wasn’t about to stop to ask about it. With the compulsion to thrust into his guest’s face reaching a tipping point, he gave the smallest, reflexive buck of his hips.
Alex’s eyes flew open, and a stifled gag escaped him, as the gargantuan shaft plunged down his gullet. He couldn’t breathe, his throat bulged, and his eyes began to water, yet those were petty complaints - if anything, the small thrust fanned the flames of his desires into a roaring inferno. One hand shot to the stallion’s massive, weighty balls, lovingly fondling and squeezing the spheres, while the other squeezed and milked the mighty shaft with renewed vigor.
While he hadn’t planned on blowing anyone that afternoon, let alone Mac, he came to a decision - he wasn’t going to stop until he’d earned the stud’s seed. Casting his inhibitions to the wind, disregarding his painfully hard manhood and aching throat, he rammed his head forward and stuffed a few more inches into his maw. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hilt the big guy, but he’d be darned if he wasn’t going to try.
Moments from withdrawing and apologizing, the sensation of Alex doubling down caught Mac unawares, but his surprise was fleeting. If his little guest wanted what he had to offer, he’d be remiss for not obliging - after all, he prided himself as a gracious host. Rolling his hips back and freeing a small portion of his length, he gave a second thrust, then a third and a fourth, until he was steadily plowing the young man’s face.
Forces of nature were unstoppable and capricious things, but raw, unbridled passion was one of the most powerful. Granted only the occasional sip of air, relishing the primal treatment the stud afforded, Alex did everything in his power to get Mac off; Mac on the other hand, succumbing to his carnal wants, moved harder and faster with each passing second. Though their differences were nearly innumerable, in that moment, desires meshed like a lock and key.
Tears streaming down his face, his lungs burning and heart thundering in his bosom, Alex lost track of how long he’d stayed beneath the stud. Even with as much experience as he had with humans, wrangling with an honest to goodness pony was a different matter entirely. Afraid that he may have to throw in the towel, unsure of how long he’d be able to endure getting his throat swabbed, a singular sensation struck him - the feeling of Mac throbbing in his gullet.
Pony or not, Mac’s signs of impending release were as clear as day. The stallion’s grunting, fitful bucking, and wildly pulsing shaft were as sure a sign as any that victory would soon be in his grasp. Seizing the opportunity and filling his lungs as much as he could, he reached up, grabbed the stud’s waist, and fully hilted the monstrous length into his face.
Mac knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long, but the warm, snug feeling that surrounded the entirety of his dick did him in. With a guttural groan and snort, feeling his balls pressed to his guest’s chin, he came. The climax was by far the best he’d ever had, eclipsing a hoofjob by an order of magnitude, and it seared itself into his mind - nevertheless, he didn’t want to hurt his guest. Summoning his willpower, having sent several strong gouts of seed down the lad’s throat, he stepped back and hauled his shaft free.
Alex had presumed the stud would cum a lot, yet he’d underestimated the sheer quantity of jizz several times over. Hot, thick spunk coursed down his throat and straight into his stomach, causing his belly to round, as he reached the tipping point himself. Without so much as touching his aching manhood, while Mac unsheathed from his gullet, he blew his comparably meager load onto the tiled floor.
As the swollen, flared tip popped from his mouth, he coughed and weakly pawed at his neck. The final shots of foal-batter were a baptism, bathing his face and utterly coating his chest and abdomen, while he struggled to comprehend what he’d just done. He didn’t have the slightest shred of regret, but he was amazed he’d somehow managed to deep-throat something so huge.
“Uh…” a sonorous voice drew his attention upward, bringing his eyes to Mac’s concerned face.
“I’m - Cough - I’m fine,” he croaked, waving away the stud’s worry.
Though he felt certain he’d be sore in the morning, he was overjoyed with how things had shaped up. Extending an arm and resting his hand in Mac’s outstretched hoof, he shakily got to his feet and looked down at himself. He was an absolute mess, slathered in rapidly cooling cum, but he was as happy as a clam. Stepping around the stallion, while the water from the shower-head started rinsing away the jizz from his body, he grabbed a large bar of soap.
“Once I wash this off,” he whispered, lathering his arms, “I’ll help you wash up - actually help you wash up ~ is that alright?”
Mac beamed. His concern that Alex would be upset with him melted away, as he locked eyes with the young man. “Eeeeeyup!”
It was likely well past midnight, Mac’s wounds needed tending to, they were both filthy, and there they had a busy day ahead - in spite of all of that, the euphoric warmth and joy of what they’d done overshadowed any concerns they may have had. As they washed one another, blithely chatting about whatever came to mind, a single question went unspoken between them - where do we go from here…
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…
