Pacing back and forth in his room, his thoughts racing and heart pounding, Alex turned when he heard the door open. The sight of the titanic, crimson stallion walking into his chamber would normally have given him comfort and brought a smile to his face, yet it was far from an ordinary afternoon. He steadily crossed to the stud, knowing it was finally time.
“Is everyone downstairs?” he quietly asked, prompting a nod from his coltfriend. “Heh ~ guess it’s too late to change our minds now…”
Mac closed the gap between them, kissed his cheek, and draped his head over his shoulder. He’d been living with the Apple family for nearly a year, and he’d been clandestinely dating the massive stallion for over a month, but it still exceptionally rare to get anything other than a tacit ‘Yup’ or ‘Nope’ from the big lug - not that he minded. Forcing a smile, he looked to the open doorway and nodded.
“Come on,” he whispered, slipping an arm over the colossus’ shoulder, “might as well get this over with.”
Side by side, the pair trotted through the short hallway, down the stairs, and into the living room. Granny Smith sat in her favorite rocking chair, Applejack lingered in the doorway leading to the kitchen, and Apple Bloom rested by the fireplace. The three mares turned to face the duo, their expressions ranging from curious to mildly annoyed, as Alex cleared his throats.
“S…so,” he sputtered, practically feeling his knees starting to shake, “how’s everypony doing this - Oof. H…hey!”
He glared over at Mac and held his side, simultaneously annoyed and appreciative for the soft elbow to the ribs he’d just received. It wasn’t that he minded talking to any members of the household - heck, he actually enjoyed spending time with each and every one of them. Granny Smith was eccentric and full of stories, Applejack never failed to give good advice, and Bloom - well, Bloom just always brought a smile to his face. Seeing his coltfriend’s knitted brow, he swallowed hard.
“I - uh - there’s no easy way to say this,” he uneasily began, rubbing the back of his neck, “but Mac and I are - um - an item.”
“Item what now?” Granny blurted, squinting over at the pair. “I told y’all not to go spending all your bits at Filthy’s shop on gewgaws and knicknacks! That feller ain’t as bad as those Flim Flam brothers, but most of his stuff ain’t worth -”
“Granny,” AJ interrupted, balancing on three legs as she pinched the bridge of her snout, “he’s sayin’ they’re sweet on each other.”
Bloom looked between her sibling and grandmother, cocking her head. “Ah mean, won’t it obvious? Sweetie told me they’ve been eyeing each other since -”
“Bloom!” AJ groused, blushing and smiling in spite of her stern tone. “What’d Ah tell ya about blabbin’?”
Continuing to rock in her chair, Granny’s eyes narrowed as she looked over at the couple. “Well it’s news to me…”
Alex subconsciously shifted closer to Mac and threw an arm over the stud’s thick, muscular neck, drawing strength from the stallion. “Listen, regardless of whether this comes as a surprise, we really do care for each other. I really do hope you three can understand, but we thought it was only right that we let you three know.”
“Eeeeyup,” Mac stoically affirmed, turning and pecking the young man’s cheek to hammer the point home.
With the mares on one side of the room, and the stallion and human on the other, a tense quiet fell over the chamber that seemed to last for a small eternity - that was before a stifled snort shattered the silence. AJ lowered her head and covered her face with her stetson, though the tremor in her shoulders was impossible to hide. Alex’s anxiety instantly skyrocketed, assuming the young mare was disgusted by his heartfelt confession, but he was only given a moment to worry.
“Hey,” Bloom bleated, leveling a hoof at her older sister, “it’s not funny!”
Lifting and shaking her head, Applejack looked over at the couple and guffawed. “Ah…Ah can’t help it,” she chuckled, swiftly trotting over to her brother. “Mac, you know Ah love ya, but it ain’t like this is some kinda secret.”
Bloom cantered over to her sister’s side and smiled up to Alex’s face. “So is it true?”
“I…is what true?” Alex murmured, his mind reeling from the wholly unexpected direction the afternoon had taken.
“That you’re the mare in the relationship,” Bloom nonchalantly clarified, woefully naive or painfully indifferent to how sensitive the question was.
“Bloom, that ain’t no kinda question to be askin’,” AJ huffed, removing her hat and blinding her youngest sibling with it. Keeping the struggling filly from seeing anything aside from the felt interior of her stetson, she leaned closer to the sticken young man. “You are the mare ~ ain’t ya?” she breathed, her voice fainter than a whisper.
Nearly bludgeoning her way between AJ and Bloom, Granny glared up at Alex. “Y’all can gossip all ya want, but you -” she muttered, prodding the twinks’ chest, “I’d like to have a word with you…” Without saying another word, the wizened mare wheeled around and trotted through the chamber and toward the dining room.
Still doing his darndest to wrap his head around everything that was happening, Alex gulped. His palms were sweaty, he felt faint, and his mouth instantly went dry, knowing he’d be facing the family’s matriarch. Granny was by no means a bad pony, and Mac had assured him that she didn’t have a mean bone in her body, but having to talk to her alone, after openly professing that he was in a relationship with her only grandson, made his blood run cold. Glancing over to his lover, seeing the stallion give a small nod and reassuring smile, he followed after the ancient pony.
He walked into the adjoining dining area, closed the door behind himself, and turned to face the elder. “Y…you wanted to talk?”
As she trotted straight up to him, he knelt down to get to her eye level. He’d seen photos of her when she was young and in her prime, but time had taken a heavy toll on her. Now shorter than even an average mare, her head only came up to his midsection, but that hardly gave him any comfort. What she lacked in any physical might, she more than made up for in fortitude and the respect she’d earned for keeping her family and the orchard safe.
“Listen here, sunny,” she grumbled, patting his thigh, “Ah’m gonna level with ya. Ah might not understand how ya got to Equestria, Ah don’t know nothing about human folks, and it don’t bother me one bit to have you stayin’ under our roof - shucks, as far as Ah’m concerned, you earned your bed and a place at our table, but there are certain things Ah ain’t gonna stand for…”
A cold pit formed in Alex’s stomach, as he stared into her cold, hard eyes. “L…like what?”
“Fer starters, if’n you’re gonna be courtin’ Mac, you’re gonna have to start prettying yourself up a bit; no more galavanting around in jeans and shirts - consarn it, you gotta be lookin’ your best for him,” she noted, disapprovingly appraising his denim pants and t-shirt.
He balked, taken aback by her demand. “So you want me to dress like a mare?”
“Ah ain’t askin’ ya to dress like a mare - Ah’m tellin’ ya to dress like a mare,” she clarified, stepping back and seating herself on the floor. “Ain’t too sure about it, but I figure Miss Rarity could probably whip a new wardrobe for ya lickity-split.”
“Huh,” he grunted. “Can I be honest with you?”
As she slapped his knee, the faintest trace of a smile graced her lips. “Ah’d be cross with ya if’n ya weren’t!”
“I’ve always wanted to wear more feminine stuff, but I was worried that you or AJ would think less of me,” he admitted, keeping his voice low. “Where I’m from, guys who dress like girls aren’t usually well-received.”
She thought for a moment, reached up, and patted his cheek. “Well this ain’t where you’re from - sure it ain’t common for stallions to go prancin’ about like mares, but what they do is their business; s’long as nopony’s getting hurt, there ain’t no harm in being comfortable with yourself.”
He smiled, genuinely smiled at her remark. He’d been reluctant to ask about it with anyone, even Mac, so the revelation that he wouldn’t be judged for his choice in garments was an immeasurable relief - sadly, he was only able to enjoy the moment briefly. Her hoof pressed on his thigh, bringing his attention back to her, and he started when he saw her face.
The joy had fled her, replaced by a steely gaze. “There’s one other thing I wanted to mention…”
Licking his lips, he fought the urge to flee. “Yeah?”
“If’n you do anything to hurt him, you’ll regret it,” she grimly remarked, her eyes never wavering. “Mac might be big as an ox and twice as strong, but he’s got a weakness - his heart,” she added, poking the young man’s breastbone. “You promise me you’ll treat him right.”
It only took Alex a split second to process what she’d said, but he quickly responded. Gently lifting and stroking her forehoof, he dipped his head. “Granny, I meant what I said - I really do care for Mac. No matter what happens between us, the last thing I want to do is hurt him.”
She studied him, almost as if she was looking through him, before she pulled her foreleg back and nodded. “That’s all Ah ask - well that and for you to make yourself presentable for him. Ain’t too sure about how things are done with y’all human folks, but you ought to show yourself off for him a little - nothin’ too revealin’, seein’ as how Ah don’t want ponies in town to think he’s datin’ a floozy, but there ain’t nothin’ wrong with showing off a little little leg for a stallion,” she continued, walking by him and elbowing his hip.
“Right,” he softly replied, weakly smirking over at her.
Having her be so candid and defensive about Mac was a very mixed bag; on one hand, he was elated that she seemed supportive of their budding relationship - on the other, her ominous warning was more than a little disconcerting. All things considered, the terse chat had gone much, much smoother than he’d assumed it would, but he knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet. While Granny was a bit addled, he knew he’d have to fulfill her second request before too long.
Lifting a finger, he caught her eye. “Since you brought it up ~ do you have any suggestions for stuff that may look good on me?”
Stopping dead in her tracks, she rubbed her chin and peered up at the ceiling. “As a matter of fact, Ah got a few ideas. Gimme just a second,” she chuckled, tottering over to a trunk resting in the corner. Heaving the wooden chest open, she rummaged about for a moment, pulled out a large photo book, and waved him over. “Lookee here,” she began, pointing to a sun-bleached picture. “Ya see that?”
Having walked over and knelt down beside her, Alex gawked at the photo. “Is…is that?”
“Yup,” she exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, “that’s yours truly! Ain’t quite as spry as I was back then, but that ain’t important - what is important is the getup I’m in. If’n Mac is anything like his grandaddy or dad, I might have a suggestion or two for what he’d like to see on ya.” Glancing at the doorway to the living room, she conspiratorially lowered her head and brought her muzzle to his ear. “But Ah’m gonna warn ya, if Ah’m right, don’t be too surprised if he’d rather see you out of that sweet little getup…”
Alex stiffened as blood rushed to his face. He hadn’t expected - well, he hadn’t been certain what he’d expected, but it sure as heck hadn’t been for the crotchety old mare to openly brag about how to seduce an Apple stallion. Despite the suddenly bawdy turn of events, he found himself curious. Granny was old - like really old, but if she could give him a few pointers…
Whispering and giggling with the wizened matriarch, trying to behave himself as best he could, his concerns gradually faded away - unfortunately and unbeknownst to him, things weren’t going all that smoothly in the other room. Left to fend for himself, Mac had been practically cowed into a corner by his younger siblings. Beads of sweat lined the stallion’s brow, as he faced the filly and nubile mare.
“Spill the beans, Mac,” Bloom pressed, poking his leg with a forehoof. “Have ya given him a roll in the hay?”
“Bloom! Gosh darn it - ya can’t just ask him that,” AJ chastised, lightly swatting the little pony’s shoulder. Turning her attention to her brother, while she pushed her sister out of the way, she leaned closer to him. “Did ya give him a roll in the hay?”
Undeterred, Bloom scowled up at her siblings. “Now that ain’t fair! How come Ah can’t ask him that?”
“Cause you’re too young -” AJ countered, “‘sides, ain’t no business for a filly to be discussin’ that sorta thing.”
“Ah bet they’ve done it -” Bloom shamelessly asserted, “in fact, Ah bet they’ve even done it when we were all home; probably snuck off all quiet like for some lovin’.”
AJ’s eyes widened. “Mac wouldn’t do somethin’ like that ~ would ya?”
Mac shifted in place, his cheeks darkening as he averted his gaze. He’d fully anticipated at least one of his family members giving him a hard time for taking a guy as a special somepony, but he’d had no way of knowing he’d get tag-teamed by both of his siblings. There weren’t many situations in life he wouldn’t be willing to face head-on, but he’d be darned if he was going to stand there and get raked over the coals by AJ and Bloom. Turning to leave, he found an orange foreleg barring his retreat.
“Where ya think you’re goin, Mac?” AJ asked, coyly grinning up at him. “Don’t ya want to talk about your cute little coltfriend?”
“Oh oh!” Bloom chirped, hopping in front of him. “Mac, does he wear frilly panties and whatnot? He’s so slim that Ah bet Sweetie could - Wait!” she croaked, glancing out the open doorway and to the stairwell. “Sweetie!”
“Yeah?” a distant voice responded.
“You bring anything to play dress up later?” Bloom shouted, heedless or uncaring of her brother’s nervous fidgeting.
Sweetie and Scootaloo appeared at the top of the stairs, peeking down at them. “I might have a pair in my bag ~ why?” the little unicorn inquired.
“Don’t you go nowhere,” Bloom insisted, peering up at Mac. “Ah’m gonna find something nice for your coltfriend to wear.”
Watching the filly dash off and up the stairs, AJ shook her head. “In all seriousness though, Ah’m happy for ya, Mac. Just try not to be too loud when you’re rutting that little femcolt of yours into a coma.”
Mortified couldn’t begin to describe the feelings overtaking Mac. While he was glad that things had gone as smoothly as they had, without anypony throwing him or Alex flak, he could already tell that his siblings would be ribbing him for weeks, months, or possibly even years for dating a guy - a svelte, feminine guy, but a guy nonetheless. He stood mute, doing his best to look resolute and unshaken, as AJ finally relented and trotted into the foyer.
“Ah reckon that’s enough for now,” AJ hummed, smirking over her shoulder at him. “If’n ya want, Ah can talk to Granny about sprucing up that spare room in the attic of the barn. Not saying Ah want y’all moving out of the house, but y’all’d have a bit more privacy out there - plus there’d be plenty of room to - well you know…”
With AJ departing, hearing the sound of Bloom, Sweetie, and Scootaloo scampering around upstairs, he closed his eyes, drew a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. It took a lot to get him rattled, but weathering his sisters’ teasing and wholly inappropriate questions had managed to leave him shaken. He looked over to the dining room, shuddering at the thought of what Granny was talking to Alex about, before he marched toward the closed door.
Seeing himself in, he discovered his coltfriend and his grandmother huddled over one of the family’s photo albums while animatedly talking to one another. Since Granny wasn’t as prone to playful banter and endearing bullying, he wouldn’t have been surprised to find her giving his lover a stern talking to. Thankfully, it was a pleasant scene to stumble upon and it instantly calmed his nerves, yet his relief was fleeting. It wasn’t until he drew nearer, his ears swiveling to the pair, did he make out the conversation they were having.
“And don’t go caterin’ to him too much,” she glibly stated, patting Alex’s shoulder. “Ah ain’t sayin’ you should string him along, but you don’t have’ta always give him what he wants - that goes for stuff in or out of the bedroom.”
“I’ll…I’ll keep that in mind,” Alex uneasily replied, looking over and noticing Mac. “So - uh - can we continue this conversation later?”
Getting to her hooves, Granny dipped her head and plucked the album from the floor. “Ah s’pose that’s fine - just don’t go forgetting what I told ya,” she noted, ponderously turning and walking by her grandson. “Mac, Ah think you got a fine little filly right there.”
Smiling to herself, she tottered out with a smile on her face. Mac and Alex slowly looked to one another, each having gone several shades brighter than usual, before the young man got to his feet. They embraced without saying a thing, overjoyed that they’d survived their confession to the family but downright exhausted.
“Bloom and AJ take it well?” Alex asked, hugging the stud’s neck.
Mac pursed his lips and curled a foreleg around the young man’s back. Things could have gone much worse - that said, they could’ve gone better as well. He felt certain that things would return to a sense of normalcy after everypony adjusted, although that might be quite a ways down the road. Holding his lover close, he gave a small shrug.
“Eh,” he grunted.
Pulling back and kissing the stallion’s nose, Alex smiled. “Better than a nope,” he giggled. “So what should we do now?”
The question was completely genuine. They’d planned for weeks about breaking the news of their relationship to the rest of the family, but they hadn’t discussed what they were going to do directly afterwards. With a full day of work behind them, not to mention the restlessness they’d been sitting on leading up to the event, they’d need to get some sleep at some point - then again…
A dozen tiny hooves, accompanied by laughter, drew their attention up to the ceiling and the room overhead, causing both Mac and Alex to shudder. One of the few things they hadn’t accounted for was having Sweetie and Scootaloo in the house that afternoon, yet the little guests were only part of the dilemma they faced. Everyone at the farm was wide awake, which would make relaxing more than a little bit difficult.
Glancing to the kitchen, hearing Granny rummaging about, Mac considered his options. Supper would probably be ready within the hour, Sweetie should be occupied with her friends, and Applejack - Celestia knows where Applejack was or what she was up to - nevertheless, the homestead would be abuzz for what little was left of the day. He turned his attention to Alex, gently nuzzled the femboy’s chest, and nodded to the exit.
“Yeah,” Alex murmured, “maybe a walk would be our best bet.”
He marched through the dining room, into the den, and made for the foyer, with the sound of heavy hooffalls trailing along behind him. Though Mac rarely said much of anything, he’d become extremely proficient with communicating with his mate. The stallion’s expressions, posture, and small gestures were enough to hold an honest to goodness conversation, allowing them to understand one another in a strangely intimate sense; while most lovers needed to talk, they could often read one another without making a sound.
Much to their mercy, they weren’t ambushed while they walked onto the porch, into the yard, and toward the orchard. One of the great things about living on the farm was that there were a cornucopia of quiet places they could run off to. Even if Bloom, AJ, or even Granny wanted to find them, they’d be able to hide for hours on end before they were eventually found. The pair walked for the better part of ten minutes, strolling through the rows of trees until they reached one of their favorite spots - the top of a hill which overlooked Ponyville.
The sound of a soft thump drew Alex’s attention behind himself, leading him to find Mac sitting and leaning back against a particularly sturdy tree. While he was elated that none of the Apples had given them a hard time, there were still plenty of questions hanging in the air. Would it be ok if he and Mac started sharing a room? What would the townsponies of Ponyville think of their relationship? How would the rest of the Apple clan react to their interspecies relationship?
With a heavy sigh, he lowered himself to the ground and fell back against his lover’s big, warm chest. It was funny - even after everything they’d just endured, simply being by his lover gave him immeasurable comfort. The burly stallion’s scent, body heat, and soft fur against his skin were absolutely incredible, washing away his anxiety and reminding him why he’d grown so close to Mac.
Simply put, Mac made him feel safe and welcome. The stud had quite literally saved him from a pack of timberwolves, helped him out with any problems he had, and had become a pillar for his life in Equestria - on top of all that, the stallion was an absolute adonis. Leaning back against his mate, he lifted his head and found the massive pony smiling down at him.
“Quite a day ~ huh?” he snickered, unable to keep himself from smiling.
Mac nodded and grinned, peering down at the little human. “Eeeyup…”
It was impossible for him to explain, but he’d been drawn to Alex since day one. The young man’s sense of humor, stunning good looks, and grace, though a bit alien, were captivating to a fault. He never would have guessed he’d find himself drawn to a creature from a different world, but he thanked his lucky stars that the slender femboy had dropped into his life - doubly so since they’d become an item.
“Thank you,” Alex began, reaching up and guiding the stallion’s head downward. “Thank you for being there, thank you for having me, and thanks again for rescuing me.”
Mac opened his mouth to reply, his blush returning with a vengeance, but he remained silent. Like so many situations he’d been through in life, he ultimately decided to let his actions speak for himself. His eyes drifted closed, he dipped his head, and he kissed his lover on the lips, giving a long, contented hum.
With his heart fluttering, keenly aware of the warm, gargantuan package pressed to his lower back, Alex held the stud - his stud’s cheeks and returned the affectionate gesture. Though it wasn’t all that rare for them to share passionate moments, sharing the house with a family, on top of the long work hours they suffered through, made such private moments rarer than either of them would like - as such, he wasn’t about to squander the exchange.
A thick, powerful tongue threatened to press past his lips and into his mouth, spurring him to act. He reared back while pushing the stallion away, causing Mac to shoot him a wounded look, before he got to his knees and steadily stood. If the big lug wanted a real kiss, he’d be more than happy to oblige. Having turned to face the seated stallion, he squatted down, swung a leg over his mate’s hip, and slowly straddled Mac.
“Comfortable?” he mused, playfully bucking his hips and grinding his groin against his lover’s equipment.
A thrilled shiver shot up Mac’s spine, as he wrapped a foreleg around Alex’s back, shot forward, and picked up where they’d left off. Maybe all the nervous energy he’d been filled with earlier had taken a toll, or perhaps Bloom’s mention about Alex wearing Sweetie’s panties had had an effect on him - whatever the case may be, the deep, passionate kiss was arousing and cathartic to a fault. They’d done it, they wouldn’t have to act like they weren’t dating, and that fact alone was enough to get his motor running.
Alex was quick to reciprocate, groaning around the titan’s tongue while gyrating in place. Even through the denim of his pants, he could feel the heat of Mac’s swelling endowment against his comparably meager package. With one hand on the back of his coltfriend’s head, he slipped his free hand between them to caress the hardening stallionhood pressed to his abdomen.
As his fingers caressed the velvety flesh of Mac’s length, his pucker seized upon itself. It wasn’t like they had sex constantly, but he’d been fucked enough to know just how absolutely incredible the hard-working pony was in the bedroom. Exquisitely well hung, strong as an ox, and yet always careful not to get too rough, his lover was a paragon of carnality, everything he could ever dream to have in a sexual partner, but that came with a price.
He had no doubt whatsoever that he’d never get satisfaction from a human again - heck, he probably wouldn’t be satisfied with any stallion other than Mac! The crimson behemoth was significantly bigger and, from what he’d seen on ponies in town, far more hung than most. If he kept finding himself stuffed with his mate’s big, meaty cock, there’d be no going back for him - on the other hand…
Giving the flared tip a squeeze, he broke their kiss and peered down at the enormous dick sandwiched between them. He knew it was wrong, that caving to his lustful thoughts at such a time was far from appropriate, but he couldn’t help himself. With a sheepish smile plastered on his face, he shuffled back and began idly stroking the stud off.
“So - um -” he restlessly began, wrestling with his impulses, “someone’s excited…”
There’d been no way for Mac to predict things would take such a depraved turn, but he wasn’t a stallion to let a golden opportunity slip through his hooves. Craning his neck forward, he gingerly bit the collar of Alex’s shirt, reared back, and pulled the garment up and over the young man’s head. If they were going to do something spontaneous and naughty, having any clothes in the way would only make things difficult - at least that’s what he told himself.
The sight of the young man’s bare chest, flat abdomen, and rosy pink nipples brought his stallionhood to full-mast. He’d never seen another human before, but he couldn’t imagine any being more attractive than the svelte little thing kneeling in front of him. He tossed the article to the side and peeked down at the femboy’s crotch, mutely prompting his little lover to keep going.
Alex theatrically rolled his eyes and stood, deftly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants in the process. “If you insist…”
He wheeled around and faced away, drawing both his jeans and underwear down his legs as he bent forward. It wasn’t like he considered himself an exhibitionist, but knowing his body turned Mac on was electrifying. Drawing out the moment, holding onto the garments until they were practically around his ankles, he let his clothes fall to the ground, drew his hands up the back of his legs, and briefly spread his cheeks for the stud.
“Ah ah ~” he tutted, spotting the stallion’s hoof reaching for his backside, “no touching until I say so.”
As much fun as it would have been to get Mac riled up, there was no need. His mate’s cock was fully hard, his ass practically ached to be filled, and they only had so much time before the dinner bell rang. While they wouldn’t necessarily have to rush things, keeping the foreplay relatively short, especially since there was a very good chance he’d end up limping back to the homestead, would be prudent.
Wasting no time, he sank to his knees between Mac’s outstretched hind legs and crawled forward. The towering stallionhood, bobbing in tune with his mate’s heartbeat, sang to him. Nearly as long as his arm and thicker than his wrist, radiating an ambrosial scent, the gargantuan length drooped forward under its own weight. As he reached the stud’s groin, he pressed his snout to the musky, flesh base of cock, drew a deep breath through his nose, and shuddered.
It was honestly impossible for him to pick a favorite part of Mac’s endowment. The titan’s size was immense, making even the biggest human dick look downright pathetic, but that was only part of the appeal. The aroma, the way it was always just pliable enough to rearrange his insides, and his mate’s pair of big, cum-filled balls were all amazing beyond words. Though he truly did care for the big guy, he wouldn’t deny that the sex was beyond anything he would ever get on earth.
His tongue slipped out of his mouth and crept up the monolithic shaft, coating his taste buds in the earthy flavors of flesh and sweat, as he gradually pushed himself up on one arm. As he looked up, past the behemoth length, he peered into Mac’s eyes. Simply blowing the giant would have been a treat in and of itself, but putting on a bit of a show certainly wouldn’t hurt a thing.
“God,” he muttered, trying and failing to wrap his fingers around the tremendous stallionhood. “How’d you pull off being so big, sexy, and amazing?”
Mac bashfully smirked and reached down to stroke his lover’s hair. He’d never been one to be full of himself, but there was something about Alex’s flattery that stroked his ego and always got him fired up. He remained where he was, fighting the urge to pull the young man’s head and open maw to his crown, and flexed his groin. The meaty Thwack of his endowment against his underbelly, jerking from the femboy’s grip, was enough to convey his excitement.
As Alex’s soft, warm lips wrapped around the head of his cock, he shivered. He would have never thought that somepony so small would be able to please him, but his lover had proved him wrong on a number of occasions. Relishing the sublime blowjob, he watched with wrapped attention as Alex began bobbing his head.
Inch after inch of his length slipped into the young man’s mouth, only slowing when the tip hit the back of his lover’s throat. There probably weren’t many who could properly fellate him, and fewer still who would seize the initiative and choke themselves on his cock, but that wasn’t the case for Alex. Having taken a full breath to fill his lungs, the slender twink closed his eyes and forced his head downward.
Alex’s jaw strained, his eyes started to water, and he could feel his throat bulging from the immense shaft plunging down his gullet, yet he only relented when he kissed the thick medial ring on Mac’s length. While it had taken him quite a bit of practice to acclimate to blow something so huge, and he still had room for improvement, he was happy with how he’d improved over the last few weeks. He reared back, leaving a trail of saliva and pre-cum along the long, mahogany stallionhood, before beginning to suck off his lover in earnest.
Only pausing to give himself the occasional breath, savoring the heavy breaths and pleased sighs above him, he left his manhood to drool pre-cum to the ground beneath him. He’d be getting his rocks off soon enough, he had no doubt of that, so fending off the urge to jack off wasn’t difficult in the slightest. He’d plowed himself with a toy earlier that morning, hoping to alleviate some stress before talking to the family, so he was ready for things to take an eventual, heated turn.
On and on he went, gagging and ignoring his aching prick, until a sudden noise caught his ear. He shifted and pulled back ever so slightly, looking off to several small bushes about a dozen feet away. They should have had plenty of time before anyone came looking for them, yet he could swear he heard…
“Quit shoving! Ah wanna see!”
“Stop hogging the good spot! It’s not like you haven’t watched them before!”
“You think we’ll ever get coltfriends with wieners that big?”
The trio of voices left no room for doubt - somehow, for some god-forsaken reason, they were being spied upon by Bloom, Sweetie, and Scootaloo. He glanced up to Mac’s face, checking to see if the stallion had heard the disruption, and found the stud blissfully resting with his eyes shut. He couldn’t say how his coltfriend would react to putting on a show, but the thought of being watched ignited a lecherous inferno deep within him.
He wasted no time unsheathing the length from his gullet, rocking back and giving the intimidating tool a parting kiss as he withdrew. “You ready for some lovin’?”
Mac nodded a bit too eager and went to get up, before a hand pressed to his chest. Lifting his head and watching his lover step over his waist, he smiled broadly. He was used to being on top, rutting Alex from behind or in a missionary position on the bed, but he definitely wasn’t opposed to being ridden. As the young man slowly lowered himself, he rested his forelegs on his mate’s hips.
“Just - Nnnph - let me…” Alex trailed off, gradually impaling himself on the pulsing length.
The young man’s silken interior and taut pucker embraced him, making him struggle not to brace his legs and thrust. His ear swiveled to the side, hearing rustling and excited murmurs from some nearby shrubs, but he ignored it. He’d instantly recognized the sound of his baby sister and her friends, but he wasn’t about to stop what he was doing and skulk back to the homestead - even if he did, he and his mate would likely be stalked for the remainder of the afternoon and well into the night.
With his focus left squarely on Alex, he fixated on the heavenly sensations the femboy afforded. The feeling of warmth around his cock was fantastic, but the sight of the naked young man, panting and lacing his fingers behind his head, made his pulse quicken. He subconsciously pressed with his forehooves, forcing the lad downward and onto the thick base of his stallionhood.
“Mmmm - Fuck,” Alex loudly groaned, leaning back while rubbing his abdomen with a hand. “Look at how big you are…”
He peered down at himself, marveling at the colossal imprint of dick in his belly; the tip and medial ring were clearly visible, making him feel like an undersized sex-toy for the stud, but that was part of the appeal. His eyes flicked to his left, hearing barely restrained whispers and very unseemly remarks, as he smirked. Yeah, Sweetie and her buddies had definitely seen what he was showing off.
Reaching out and stroking Mac’s cheek, he leaned forward and softly kissed the stallion on the lips. “Giddy-up…”
With those two small words, resting with his knees to either side of Mac’s hips, he started fucking himself on the reclined giant. He honestly preferred being beneath the stud, regardless of whether he was on his back or bent over, but being on top had a few perks. Riding the big lug gave him the lion’s share of the control, and he had a perfect view of his lover’s face, but those paled in comparison to being able to get the stallion off like the good little house bitch he dreamed to be.
“Nnnf Nnnf Nnnf,” he rhythmically moaned, the air driven from his lungs with each descent.
Moving a little harder than usual, being a bit louder than normal, he reveled in the clandestine attention from the bushes. A part of him felt guilty for putting on such a shameless display, but that was the kicker - the naughtiness of it heightened his arousal to an unfathomable degree. He pawed at Mac’s burly chest, his fingers gliding over the fur-covered muscle, while he screwed himself with reckless abandon.
Lifting and bracing his hind legs on the ground, getting his lover’s timing down, Mac bucked his hips and drove his length into Alex’s snug behind. It wasn’t that he couldn’t have sat there and been ridden to finish, yet he couldn’t keep himself from taking a more active role. Moving in tune with his mate, his fat balls slapping the boy’s backside, he loudly snorted and set his jaw.
Like two perfectly choreographed dancers, the pair mirrored one another’s mounting zeal. Alex relaxed and constricted his pucker, milking the pistoning length pounding into him, as Mac thrusted and firmly held the young man’s waist. The air grew thick with the sounds of sinful pleasure, sinful promises, and the drumbeat of their colliding bodies, eclipsing the animated, awe-struck muttering from their clandestine audience.
Their bliss stretched on into a small eternity, with the pair slipping into a frenzy, until things ultimately came to a head. With Mac’s wildly throbbing stallionhood starting to flare, and Alex’s backdoor trembling uncontrollably, they craned their heads forward, closed their eyes, and sank their tongues into one another’s mouths. The kiss barely stifled their passionate whimpers and moans, as they crossed the threshold together.
Tears of pure rapture streamed down his face, a scalding influx of seed erupted deep in his gut, and the intense sensation of the stallionhood flaring within him flung Alex past the brink. The output of foal-batter was staggering, causing his normally flat belly to steadily balloon outward from what felt like nearly a gallon of cum, yet the outline of Mac’s pulsing length was still visible. He mewled around his lover’s thick tongue, forcing himself to remain conscious, while his mind gradually went blank.
Mac fared little better, overwhelmed by the strength of his climax. The warmth of the femboy’s spent seed on his chest and abdomen only fueled him onward, driving his rut-lust into a frenzy. He couldn’t care less that Alex wasn’t a pony or for that matter a mare; as far as he was concerned, his lover was perfect in every conceivable way. His motions slowed, the shots of his essence dwindled, and his ecstasy was replaced by a warm, welcoming euphoria, as he and his mate grew still.
“G…god I - Cough - love you,” Alex croaked, breaking their kiss and plastering himself on the stud’s chest.
Stroking the boy’s back, keenly aware of his lover’s cum-swollen belly, Mac kept his eyes closed. “Ah love you too…”
A trio - no, a quartet of hushed ‘Awwwww’s came from the shrubbery, prompting him to look over. He turned his head, his eyes adjusting to the shadows, as a flurry of movement and muted curses sailed to his ears. It wasn’t all that surprising for Sweetie and her friends to snoop, but he would have expected better from Applejack.
“Think they’re gone?” Alex whispered, causing the stallion to start.
Mac gave a small nod, surprised that the young man had heard their voyeuristic visitors. “Eeeyup.”
They gazed into one another’s eyes, their soft chuckle blossoming into a hearty laugh. They couldn’t have been happier with one another, and they would have both been glad to dither away the evening under the shade tree, yet they knew they needed to get back to the house. Dinner would be ready before long, they both needed a shower, and they’d both be toiling in the orchard tomorrow, so lingering would only complicate matters.
Alex unsteadily stood and unsheathed himself from the softening shaft, wobbling and supporting himself on the tree, while Mac rolled to his side and got to his hooves. Though he would have loved to walk back to the house, he couldn’t take more than a step before nearly collapsing - fortunately, his lover had a solution. Draped over the stud’s back, he was carried through the orchard and to the homestead.
It was a pleasant way to finish things off, but it came to an end all too quickly. A lone, green figure awaited them on the porch, giving them both a moment’s hesitation after they’d rounded the barn. He doubted AJ or Bloom would tell Granny about their passionate encounter, but showing up with a cum-filled belly and being unable to walk would be a pretty good giveaway about what they’d been up to.
“Mac, consarn it,” Granny groused, stomping over and glaring at the duo. “Ah should’a figured you two’d slip away after spillin’ the beans, but Ah weren’t expectin’ ya to put a number on him that bad. You alright there, Sugarcube?”
Alex falteringly smiled, trying and failing to cover his distended but. “Just - um - just a little weak in the knees.”
“Don’t let that bother ya too much. Mac might not know it, but there’s an old Apple family sayin’ about this sorta thing - Ahem - if’n a mare can’t walk after a good ruttin’, she’ll never leave ya,” she proudly and unabashedly announced.
The couple shared a look, fighting back a second bout of laughter as they made their way onto the porch and to the front door. The Apples may have been grounded and hard working to a fault, but they definitely weren’t the sort to sugarcoat stuff. With no trace of Bloom, Sweetie, Scootaloo or Applejack, they walked up the stairs and into the bathroom. They’d more than likely get a few funny looks over the dinner table, and it was basically a certainty they’d be talked about that night, but that didn’t bother either of them in the slightest. As long as they had each other, nothing else really mattered…
