Author's Note

This is pretty much just something I did to see if I could actually write an M/M story. So...let me know what you think and if you wanna see try and do another or so.

Yeah...I know it's been a while, lotta crap's been happening, especially the last year. Hoping I can finally get myself motivated to getting back to some of these.

Nighttime Encounter.

Macintosh huffed in annoyance at seeing another three apple cores on the ground. 'Right beside the dadburned basket, again!' He thought. They could've at least thrown them away!

This marked the sixth time in almost as many nights that they've found somepony was skulking about the orchards. For some reason, they had yet to catch the troublemaker. They only seemed to come out at night, damn near vanishing as soon as the sun started coming up. While they weren't exactly doing really evil, eating all those apples like that was still stealing, as well as sneaking around on the property.

As far as Big Macintosh was concerned, this was gonna be the last night. 'Gonna catch that varmint this time!'
It was a clear night, so he could make his way around easily enough from the moonlight. And it meant he didn't need a flashlight and risk the trespasser spotting him. He took a deep breath and started his search.

'Gotta admit, this place feels a mite different from daytime.' Mac thought, moving around as quietly as he could around the trees. He'd been searching for half an hour now and no sign of his target. Though, in all honesty, he wasn't sure what to look for. Heck, Bloom suggested maybe it was an animal that was eating them...

Rustle

He froze. "Wha...?" His eyes darted about to try and see where that sound came from.

Rustle, rustle

He spun around to where he was sure it came from and slowly followed the sound. The rustles continued, mixed with a few small grunts and other sounds. Macintosh couldn't help smirking in satisfaction. 'Found ya!'

Stuck in one of the shrubs they let grow was a small figure. Bent over with their backside on display, the markings and tail quickly identified them as a zebra.

'Huh, 'nother zebra?' He noted the stranger was built a lot like some of the younger mares in town. 'One of Zecora's relatives, maybe?' Macintosh asked
himself, wondering what brought her to Ponyville. He watched her squirm for a second and frowned; related or not, this filly needed a lesson in trespassing and stealing.

The noise she made managed to cover his hoofsteps as he slowly neared her. 'Have to admit, that's a cute caboose.' He briefly admired the rear she sported, a little large for her frame, but looked firm. Also, the jockstrap she had on for some reason showed off her onyx-colored ponut.

Remembering what Granny Smith taught him, as soon as he was close, Macintosh thrust his hand up between the zebra's legs, grabbing hold of whatever was there, and lifted them onto tiptoe. "Gotcha!" He said over the squeal of surprise. The satisfaction of catching the trespasser quickly faded into confusion at what was in his hand 'Wait...mares don't normally have a set of plums down there...or a pecker...'

Meanwhile, the owner squirmed in his grip. "Who-who's there??" The voice was most definitely male. "I can explain...!"

"Oh? Then how 'bout startin' with who ya are an' why yer trespassin' on private property?" Showing off a bit of strength, he lifted the zebra full off the ground, forcing him to squeeze his thighs around Mac's hand.

"My-my names Cubaahhh..." He moaned slightly. "Cubic Zirconium, and I dunno how I got here! Honest!" He squeaked when Macintosh tightened his grip slightly. "All I remember is finding a sheet of paper with weird writing on it; I tried to read it and everything went black. Woke up in this orchard."

Mac paused when he heard that. He'd been around Twilight Sparkle enough to recognize a spell book page. 'A spell gone wrong, I guess.' "All right, Ah can buy that, but why were ya still skulkin' around at night?"

"Panicked! No idea where I was and couldn't figure out where the exit was! Didn't know who was around so going out at night seemed like the safest choice."

"Well...can't really find fault with that..."

"Um..." There was a slow exhale from Cubic. "Could....you help me out of this? I got stuck."

"Huh? Oh, sure." He grabbed the zebra's hip with his free hand and pulled him out with a firm tug. "There ya...go..." Mac paused when he saw the zebra. His mane was in a short mohawk with dark blue eyes, a brow piercing and a notch in his right ear. A slender build, along with rather effeminate looks, had what could be be mistaken for a filly his size. 'Damn...he's as cute as some of the mares around...

Meanwhile, Cubic's cheeks reddened at the size of the stallion holding him. He was more than twice his size, and built. "I...I...Thanks...um..." He fidgeted in his attempt to keep from rubbing against the hand he was in.

"A-are you gettin' hard...?" Mac ask, feeling a growing stiffness.

"Yeah..." Cubic blushed. "Your hand feels really good."

"Oh. Thanks?"

Once the slightly awkward feeling passed, Mac was guiding Cubic back to the house to let him explain himself. "Ah can understand doin' what ya gotta do sometimes, and why ya did all that, but the fact remains yer gonna have to do something to make up for them apples you ate. Or Granny and Applejack'll never let me hear the end of it"

"Yeah...I heard the rants your sister went on a couple of times..." Cubic whimpered. "She's scary..."

"Can be. But Granny can rein her in." Mac patted his shoulder. "She'll probably just ask you to pay for 'em."

"Yeah...about that." Cubic turned around to face him, biting his lip shyly. "I think it's fairly obvious I don't have a bit on me." He did a twirl to show the thong was all he had on and even it had trouble keeping his package covered. "So...maybe I can provide a different form of..." He reached up and slid his hand onto Big Mac's crotch, cupping him. "...payment?"

Macintosh blushed, feeling the smaller stallion knead his balls through the fabric. It wasn't the first time he'd been crotch-grabbed before. Hell, wasn't the first time another male did it...he felt his dick twitch in his pants when he remembered him and Brayburn getting drunk one time...then giving each other blowjobs.

That was probably the day he realized he was bi, since he did it again that night.

"What's wrong?" Cubic grinned and started kneading him through his pants. "Never had a femcolt play with your meat?"

"N-not-uhn..." He grunted when Cubic gave him a tug. "Not really. Yer...yer serious but this?"

"Quite." He replied, unbuckling him. "Besides, I love stallions bigger than-woop!" He ducked when Macintosh jr. sprang out, already at full mast. "Oh yesss.." He purred.

"Uh, thanksssoooCelestia..!" Mac moaned as Cubic began kissing along his shaft, forcing him to lean against the tree he was beside. "Yer...yer good at this." He shivered at the lips trailing down to the base of his dick.

"I've had plenty of experience." Cubic replied, nuzzling his scrotum and giving down balls a lick. "A lot of zebra stallions act like their all that, but grab one by his nuts, he'll do anything you want." He ran his tongue along the sack then moved back up his length. The moment he reached the tip, Cubic impaled himself orally on the thing, almost reaching the base again before his head began bobbing on it in a steady rhythm amidst loud slurps, sucking sounds and Macintosh's moans of pleasure.

Unable to control himself, he gripped the back of Cubic's head and pulled it back down to his base, getting him to make a brief sound of surprise before he let out a pleasured moan of his own. He look up at Mac, smiled, then closed his eyes and relaxed, giving him the go-ahead to use him.

Without a second though, Mac pushed his pants down with his free hand until they dropped off on their own, letting him kick them aside. Soon as they were off, he started thrusting into the zebra's welcoming mouth. "No gag reflex?"

"Mm-mm." Cubic shook his head slightly, enjoying the taste of stallion meat in his throat. He palmed Mac's scrotum and teasingly rolled them around in his grip earning a grunt.

"Heh, ya like those apples of mine, huh?"

"Mm-hm!" Cubic giggled, making sure Mac could see him slip his other hand in the thong and play with himself.

"Hmm...Celestia, yer mouth feels amazin'." He moaned, picking up speed slightly. "Feels...feels like ah'm bout to but mah nut already..!"

Cubic just smiled, tail wagging at the compliment. He'd been told that by a few stallions.

"B-buuuuck!" Mac pulled Cubic's face against his crotch, giving him a noseful of his pubic hair. Hips bucking franticly, he spilled into his mouth.

"Mmm!" His tail wagged even harder as he swiftly gulped down the load of hot spunk. Alternating between sucking and gulping, he kept a grip on Macintosh's balls, refusing to let go until the stallion milked himself dry.

"Sweet honeycrisp..." Mac panted, sitting on a nearby rock, watching Cubic lick him clean. "Ah'd say that's definitely worth a few apples."

"The apples, maybe..." Cubic purred, crawling into his lap. "There's still the trespassing."

"Oh." Mac couldn't help grinning.