The way those flannel sleeves rolled up to reveal those thick, sturdy forearms built from a life of hard labor on a farm. The way a bit of those red, mountainous pecs peeked through the buttons to reveal that manly cleavage. The way each movement made his biceps bulge against the fabric like the poor garment might burst. The way his rough jeans hugged his iron thighs and flaunted that meaty rump beneath his sunset orange tail. Even his smell, the gentle aroma of sitting next to him, hay and soil and softest hints of natural, masculine sweat underpinning it all...
Discord could hardly stand it. After their most recent guys' night, Spike had been sent to bed early, leaving Discord and Big Mac to linger and pack up their things. Big Mac took his time with it all, but Discord hardly touched a die for all his staring. He knew a lot of ponies were attracted to Big Mac, but only after becoming his friend and getting a little closer to him did Discord understand that magnetic attraction himself. It was the combination of his quiet ease that made a pony feel invited to stay in his company combined with his natural, impressive body that did it for Discord. That soft quality reminded him of Fluttershy in that way, and he was drawn to it for the same reasons, but that body pushed it over the edge to full-on lust in a way that no other pony did. And all the while, Big Mac seemed completely oblivious to Discord, staring for moments on end, practically panting like a dog in summer just sitting next to him.
Discord had a huge crush and he knew it. He had to do something about it. Which led him to plan; planning and scheming was Discord's forte after all, and he was certain he could concoct a scheme brilliant enough to get into that big apple stallion's overalls. He just hoped Big Mac wouldn't catch on to what he was doing before the plan called for it; Discord needed him right where he wanted him first, warmed up and primed for it before he could go in for the kill. If Big Mac sensed what Discord was up to before it was time, the whole plan would be ruined.
After all, why would Big Mac want to have anything to do with a guy like Discord? Discord was as much of a string bean as they came, his standard form lacking in any muscles to speak of, and his usual dress of a vibrantly colorful plaid shirt, checked bowtie, suspenders, and orange bell bottoms may have been entertainingly clashing enough to please Discord, but he knew his body, attire, and generally everything else about him wasn't what anypony would consider attractive. At least, Rarity told him so about his clothes on a daily basis. Discord wished he could be a big stud like Big Mac, but if he tried to go around now in workout clothes and give himself giant muscles, everypony would know he was just using his magic to change his appearance to look manlier than he really was. They would definitely laugh at him - or worse, cringe. Discord would never allow himself to be cringe. It was the worst fate that could befall a pony.
But if he played his cards right, he was certain he could get everything he wanted and more. So, snapping himself out of his lustful haze and preparing to make the opening move of his master plan, he cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, Big Mac, I was wondering... How do you get those big, impressive muscles?" Discord reached out to trace his paw over Big Mac's big biceps. Under the flannel, they felt like iron, and Discord shivered briefly with delight. "Ah, certainly you work out to get a physique like that, hm?"
Yes, Discord was truly the master of subtlety. How ever would Big Mac manage to see through to his true intentions?
Looking down at the touch before turning to face the draconequus, if Big Mac was onto Discord from the first moment he made his obvious approach, he didn't show it. He had mares come onto him exactly like that on a near-daily basis, but he kept his friendly, nonplussed expression and merely replied, "Nope."
Discord was already getting excited - Big Mac obviously didn't suspect a thing! So he continued on with his moves, scooting a bit closer to the apple stallion as he said, "Well, I never would have guessed! You're just so strong and... well, big, if you'll pardon the pun." Discord put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it a bit, but Big Mac hardly reacted. "The only reason I ask is because I myself have decided to work on my body a bit more, and there was this delightful gym I discovered on the other end of Ponyville. I thought, well... you might like to accompany me to it tomorrow?"
Big Mac just wore that same placid smile, looking right into Discord's yellow eyes. For a moment, Discord was sure Big Mac could see right through him; the farmpony's reticence belied an incredibly bright and insightful mind. But again, if Big Mac knew anything, he didn't say it.
"Eeyup."
Discord felt his heart leap in his chest. "Ah! Splendid! Well, I'll see you there tomorrow, then! Looking forward to it, workout buddy!" Discord gave Big Mac a masculine cuff on the shoulder to emphasize that this was supposed to be a friendly outing and not a cover for Discord's burning need for some big gay Apple lovin' before making a hasty retreat, dashing off in a cloud of dust to get everything ready for tomorrow.
Phase one of the scheme was complete, and Big Mac apparently suspected nothing. All according to his master plan.
BIG MANLY STUDS MUSCLE GYM AND SMOOTHIE BAR - MEN ONLY!!!
The big flashing neon sign over the top of the gym and the accompanying animated silhouette of a bulky stallion in a generously-bulging speedo curling a dumbbell was what really sold it for Discord. Big Mac would never suspect that this innocent-looking gym was basically set up to be a gay stallion's funhouse. As they stood outside the glass doors and looked up at the extremely blunt sign though, Big Mac only gave a few blinks.
"I know, you're speechless! I couldn't believe a place like this had been sitting just on the edges of Ponyville for so long without anypony noticing, but here it is!" Discord exclaimed as he patted Big Mac on the back, gesturing up at it. In truth, Discord had been hard at work all night, poofing up the place in a single snap of his fingers, but Big Mac didn't need to know that. Of course, Discord knew that Big Mac had lived in Ponyville all his life and knew every spot and establishment in town, so he might catch on that something was fishy here with this gym. But that was where Discord was certain that his impeccable design choices would help cover for him by lending an air of legitimacy and intrigue to the façade. "So, do you want to go in?" Discord offered.
Big Mac just looked at Discord again with that handsome smile. "Eeyup."
Discord could already feel his heart pounding. Yes! Everything was going great, and Big Mac didn't have a clue. "Right after you, old buddy!" Discord did his best to maintain the veneer of friendship and not let his planet-sized crush slip through the cracks. As the doors slid open before them, the gym sprawled out before them.
It was a more modern-style of place, the workout floor big and round with glass walls in a big semicircle that surrounded most of the area. Machines and weights of all varieties spread out over the main floor, along with luxuries like a bubbling, steaming hot tub by the back windows and a mirror booth for the ever-popular workout photos, in addition to signs pointing to other tantalizing areas - the locker room, a sauna, a massage area, and of course the advertised smoothie bar. The walls that weren't glass were decorated with a wall motif of muscular stallions in silhouette, and everything else from the machines to the weights carried motifs and accents of male symbols all over them. Discord had no idea if it was accurate in the slightest; he'd never set hoof in a gym in his entire ageless existence, but he was certain that Big Mac would be so taken by the promise and polish of what he was seeing that he wouldn't even bother to question it.
But the best part was that it was empty. Even the front desk was unmanned, the gym clean and barren, waiting for the two stallions to come in and play. Discord remarked on it as if it was a strange occurrence and not a feature. "Strange, it seems no pony's here."
"YEAH!" A thundering boom came from behind them as Bulk Biceps strode in through the front doors, looking pumped up and ready to go. "An all-stallions gym and smoothie bar? I'm ready to get-" Discord quickly opened a portal to next week beneath Bulk Biceps feet and he disappeared with a yell before peace was restored.
Big Mac looked behind him slowly enough to just miss the sight of the huge pegasus, but Discord just re-iterated, "Completely empty. Oh well, we might as well enjoy ourselves then, hm? Perhaps we should hit the locker rooms and get changed?"
"Eeyup," Big Mac replied compliantly.
The excitement under Discord's very skin buzzed palpably. This was where the real fun began. The locker rooms were a bit less stylized, being merely clean and open, apart from the very open showers they boasted, but the space would serve its purpose nonetheless. As the two chose lockers next to each other, Big Mac not batting an eye at Discord sticking so close to him in the barren locker room, Discord pointed out a sign next to the door that read: NO DEODORANT, BODY SPRAYS, COLOGNES, OR PERFUMES PERMITTED ON-PREMISES.
"Oh, dear, that's a bit odd. But rules are rules, I suppose, and I've already promised to start following the rules. That won't be a problem, will it Big Mac?" Discord asked.
Again, Big Mac only gave a light pause, and maybe now the slightest hint of a wry smile, before answering, "Nope." Discord felt a wave of relief. Big Mac's natural, musky man-smell was a constant press of his buttons whenever he was within arm's reach of the stallion, and the thought of Big Mac inadvertently ruining the day by putting on some horrid body spray simply would not do. He was worried the signage would tip Mac off, but it appeared that the plan remained safe.
But then the best part came. Without a hint of shame or hesitation, Big Mac began to unbutton his flannel work shirt, and out came that brawny, sculpted chest. Those slabs of meat he called pectorals now bare before Discord's eyes, and beneath them came the sight of Mac's highly-cut six-pack abs, flat and hard as a sheet of steel. He shrugged off his shirt leaving Discord to revel in the bare sight of those rounded, broad shoulders, that thick neck and built back, and those heaving, burly arms made thick like tree trunks from years of plowing fields. Mac stripped off his bottoms as well, leaving himself in a pair of black workout shorts, and Discord could see his big thighs, wide calves, and the hint of a generous bulge as well.
Discord had to pull his tongue back into his mouth to keep from drooling on the floor over Big Mac's bulging muscles. "My, my! Your parents really knew what they were doing when they called you Big Macintosh, didn't they?" Discord fawned. "I hardly think you even need a workout. But I suppose you have to do something to maintain all that beef, don't you? Gotta keep the sweat flowing, the testosterone pumping, eh?" Discord tried to rib Big Mac like he was kidding around even though he was staring still with nothing but lust in his eyes.
"Eeyup," Big Mac replied with a good-natured smile.
Now it was Discord's turn. He was a bit nervous about this part - would Big Mac call him out on it? But the fantasy wouldn't be complete otherwise, so he started to remove his own clothes, unbuttoning his shirt and stripping into his own shorts. But with each button that popped open, the skinny draconequus revealed a massive, hulking chest with rippling pectorals accented by a messy patch of white chest hair to match his beard, and beneath them was a set of stone-cut abs that looked like something out a naughty magazine Discord tucked under his pillow. His shoulders were like boulders resting on either side of his long, thick, meaty neck, and his arms rippled with power from even the slightest of movements, veins bulging along his biceps and his forearms clenching as he discarded his clothes. His pink shorts clung tightly to his body, his massive thighs stretching the legs and his calves bunched tightly with power.
For once, Big Mac reacted, giving Discord a surprised glance. He certainly wasn't expecting this behemoth of muscle to come popping out of that skinny noodle's shirt! But Discord did his best to explain by saying, "I, ah, did a little work on my body last night before we came here today." Seeming to sense that perhaps Big Mac wasn't buying it, he added nervously, "I hope that's... alright with you?"
Big Mac looked over Discord's beefy body again before looking him in the eyes, his calm, understanding smile returning. "Eeyup." Discord didn't think Big Mac was onto him about the plan, but he sensed that Big Mac could tell he wanted to change his appearance so he wouldn't look like such a scrawny dweeb next to the beefy farmer, and Discord knew that Big Mac wasn't going to judge him for it. The feeling was a relief.
When the two were finished changing, they headed toward the door, and Discord felt another nervous rush course through him. They looked up to find the sign about deodorant had changed now to read: NUDE ONLY! ABSOLUTELY NO CLOTHING WHATSOEVER! YOU HAVE TO WORK OUT NAKED! TAKE YOUR SHORTS OFF RIGHT NOW!
Big Mac looked at Discord now with another raised brow, but Discord just gave an innocent shrug. "Well, if it's what the sign says, then I guess we'd better do it... Is that going to be a problem for you, Big Mac?" Discord asked tentatively, hopefully. He was certain this was crossing a line and that Big Mac was going to call him on his elaborate bluff.
But the apple farmer looked up at the sign, then at the anticipating draconequus, and gave another smile. "Nope." And with that, he simply tugged his workout shorts down to his ankles. Discord was certain his eyes would pop out of his head. Big Mac's big slab of cut sausage flopped out to smack against his thighs above those plump red apples hanging below. The farmpony seemed totally comfortable in his nudity with Discord, discarding his shorts and merely turning to raise a brow at the draconequus.
"Oh! Right," Discord snapped back to the present, where it was now his time to show the goods. As he prepared to drop his own shorts, he made sure that he would have a manhood to match Big Mac's impressive size; he couldn't bear the thought of coming up short in comparison to his beefy new workout buddy. Sure enough, he stripped down and felt confident in his own uncut, meaty length crowned by a nice white thatch of pubes adorning his crotch on top of his veiny sausage. "Shall we?" Discord invited, opening the door to the gym floor beyond, already his dick throbbing, perking up at the excitement of what was about to happen. Truly, this was a fantasy a long time in the making finally coming together.
The two walked naked through the gym like the living statues they were, their muscles bulging, perfectly sculpted already; the workout was just a formality, and Discord had never felt so confident. They took turns with free weights, adding plate after plate to the bar just to show off their power, sweat quickly dripping down their necks and chests before it glistened over their backs, arms, and the rest of their bodies in a gleaming coat.
It was hard for Discord to not sport a firm erection when he caught the first whiff of pure, sweaty, unadulterated male musk in the air. Big Mac's light aroma from before was now a full-bodied whiff of sweat and power in his nose, wafting off of every inch of Big Mac's muscles as he hefted the bar next to Discord, curling a pair of thick dumbbells.
Discord was already so horny he could hardly think straight. The utter homoeroticism, the orgy of flesh, the sheer implausibility of his plan made his boner throb in time with his heartbeat, but everything was going off without a hitch. As Mac lifted the straining bar above his head, Discord drank in a strong whiff of his manly smell and couldn't help but indulge in the salacious smell and sight of Big Mac's arms and chest rippling with sweaty power. "Whew! Now that's a good man-stink in the air, eh Big Mac?"
Big Mac didn't seem to think the comment was odd or too nakedly horny. If anything, the grin across the stallion's face indicated he enjoyed it all just as much as Discord. "Eeyup!" he replied proudly.
Big Mac's approval only further boosted Discord's confidence. The two moved over to the weight benches, taking turns spotting each other as the heaved the heavy bar. Discord wasn't sure which position he liked more, lifting or spotting. When he was spotting Big Mac, that sweaty, earthy, slightly fruity musk wafted up to his nose for him to drink in greedily, and he got a perfect view of Mac's naked body laid out before him, his thighs spread to let his thick dick rest against his leg and every squeeze and bulge of his pecs and arms visible under the gym lights. But when Discord was lifting, he got to feel the strength himself coursing through his upper body, not to mention when he looked up, his muzzle was practically shoved into Big Mac's heavy balls, the lingering smell of moist sweat making him feel buzzed.
Hardly anything had happened, and yet Discord was already feeling the rush in his big, powerful body, as if his muscles themselves were pumped with arousal. It was no surprise that Discord's own big manhood couldn't resist the blood pumping through him, the intoxicating high of man-smell that seemed to permeate the gym. As Big Mac spotted for him, every time his big arms raised the bar above his head, his pounding heart sent heavy throbs through his cock as well. In no time, his meaty shaft had risen to a pulsing, prominent full-mast, standing big and proud beneath his cut abdominals and between his iron thighs.
Discord looked down with some sheepishness, only to look up at Big Mac's naked form. Big Mac was still flaccid, his meat hanging heavy above Discord's face with a droplet or two of sweat trickling down his sack. The red stallion certainly noticed his erection, but didn't say anything, just wearing that same easygoing grin all the while. "Mmm, feel that testosterone pumping through you," Discord joked a bit, and Big Mac nodded.
When Discord's set was complete, Big Mac took a bit of initiative, wandering away from Discord, who was left sitting at the bench, watching his powerful back and sculpted ass walking away. For a moment, he worried that he'd scared Big Mac off, but then he saw him heading to one of the many muscle oil stations scattered around the gym floor - perfectly situated to ensure a stallion's muscles were perfectly oiled at all times during his workout, just like any gym would have. But rather than merely let the silly feature pass, Big Mac embraced it, returning with a big bottle of muscle oil, squirting it into his palm and raising an expectant eyebrow at Discord.
"Oh! Well, what a gentlecolt," Discord purred. Complying with Mac's wishes, he rolled onto his belly over the bench, and jolted a bit as he felt Mac straddle the bench and sit behind him, his meaty dick coincidentally landing right between Discord's own buns of green and tan steel. The feeling of that hearty cock alone made Discord's boner throb below him with erotic tension, but that tension dissolved once he felt Mac's warm, oiled-up palms press into his back, stroking over the muscles and kneading into his shoulders. "Mmm, that's good..." Discord cooed, stretching like a cat as he shifted his tail out of the way once Mac's hands started to circle lower and lower. The oil had a faint, almost nonexistent scent, but it would make their muscles shine beautifully in the fluorescent light overhead, emphasizing every bit of power in their bulky bodies. Plus, it felt utterly heavenly to have Mac get handsy with him like this.
A strange but potent mix of arousal and relaxation spread through every muscle in Discord's body as Mac worked him over, building to a peak once his hands grabbed ahold of Discord's ass, squeezing the solid cheeks and spreading them apart to expose his tight butthole and nuts hanging below. Discord exhaled with the touch, but Mac was intent on working him thoroughly, his fingers sliding from up Discord's thighs, between his cheeks, separating them and squeezing into them, working the muscle deeply before stroking up his back.
"Oh Mac, keep doing-!" Discord said before he was cut off by the sudden feeling of Mac's muzzle pushing between his asscheeks and his tongue dragging up his taint and over his sensitive asshole. Discord tensed up, his muzzle spreading into a wide smile of surprise as his eyes opened big. But the more Mac's lips kissed at his butthole and the more his tongue prodded and worked at the bud of flesh, the more that oozing, relaxing pleasure spread through Discord's entire body. That musky, sweaty smell was stronger here, accented by the oil as Mac feasted on every bit of Discord's backside.
Discord could hardly take it a moment longer. When Mac finally came up for air, Discord rolled onto his back, facing Mac, who didn't hesitate to squirt another dose of oil into his palms before rubbing over Discord's chest and pecs, roaming down his abs. "Enjoying yourself, are we?" Discord teased.
"Eeyup," Mac teased right back, having no qualms about gripping Discord's huge hard-on in his slick palms, stroking and twisting up the shaft from base to head, making Discord's back arch and eyes shut as he hissed in delight.
"Ooh, you naughty stallion," Discord quipped. As Mac started to work him with a slippery handjob, Discord managed to gaze into his green eyes and take things to the next step. "I think it's my turn to return the favor. Why don't you stand up and turn around?" he suggested.
Mac quietly nodded and obliged, releasing Discord from his grip, swinging his legs over the bench as he presented his back to Discord. Discord stood from behind him, snatching up the oil and squirting it into his own palms before rubbing them together, staring at Mac's body, feeling like a painter looking at a blank canvas. Mac's naked body was absolutely perfect, and he let his hands take in every detail as he massaged into it: his shoulders were so thick and broad, his neck wide and tense. His back was a mountain series of muscular slabs stretched over his frame. His arms were steel-hard beams, pure power in every little movement. As he raised them, Discord reached around to his front, squeezing his own beefy arms and chest around Big Mac's big body to massage into his pecs, the powerful masses taut beneath his fingers, his nipples hard, hot points to pinch and toy with. His abs were a real washboard fitting his rustic heritage, each node firm beneath Discord's fingers. Mac let out a throaty groan as he slid his fingers down his crotch to grip at Mac's girthy rod. The attention had already put the stallion at half-mast, but now as Discord stroked over it, feeling the flesh slide through his slick palms, he could feel Mac's heartbeat translating to heat and stiffness, getting hard like Mac's body more and more each moment until he too was at a throbbing full mast.
But Discord knew to save the real prize for last. Releasing Mac's cock, leaving the stallion hanging momentarily, he sat himself back down on the bench so that he was at eye level with Big Mac's ass. Discord could never have imagined just how perfect the red slabs of Apple muscle could have looked up close; adorned by those bright cutie marks, he could see every curve of his rocky glutes, tense with Big Mac's firm stance beneath his cropped tail, the treasures beyond sealed up tight between those tight asscheeks. But Discord couldn't resist any longer. With another healthy squirt of oil for good measure, he dove in.
Big Mac had taken his time with Discord's rump, but Discord had been waiting for this for hours, days, perhaps ever since he'd first met Big Mac and had his first horny fantasies about him. He grabbed two handfuls of solid ass meat, spread them apart and kneaded them with his palms, getting the tantalizing glimpse of of that taut, muscular butthole in the depths of the meaty canyon and watching his two heavy, ripe apples sway gently with the movements. And then that smell hit his nose again, that heavenly, delirious smell! Sweaty, musky, raunchy and utterly, intoxicatingly manly! Discord feasted on the smell, shoving his nose into the cleft of Big Mac's ass and drinking it in deep in his lungs, practically feeling the heavy musk swirling beneath his pecs and pumping into his veins.
Mac grunted at the sudden manhandling, but Discord didn't hesitate for a second. While the smell of Big Mac's sweaty farm ass was still buzzing in his brain, he unsheathed his long, serpentine tongue and shoved his bearded muscle between those sturdy glutes, plastering his tongue to Big Mac's sweaty butthole and started to feast. Lips, tongue, all of it probing deeper, slurping, delving, worshiping every bit of Mac's working-stallion rump, tasting the salt, the musk, the sheer power contained in every inch of Mac's muscles.
Discord's cock throbbed hard beneath him as he ate big Mac's ass, oozing precum onto the bench while his hands gripped tightly onto Mac's cheeks and kept them spread. Mac bent forward, leaning on the bar in its rack, his tail raised, giving Discord all the room he needed to make a meal out of his asshole, and Discord did just that. He would never forget that masculine, raunchy flavor, the bits of sweat and oil that gave a salty tang of flavor on top of the more neutral taste of Mac's smooth flesh, or the feeling of power as his asshole tensed against his tongue, or his glutes squeezed taut and hard beneath his fingers.
Mac melted in Discord's grip, feeling that tongue lavish his asshole, but he wasn't content to merely be a passive party in all of this. With a cheeky grin of his own, he silently pushed back, shoving his ass into Discord's face, more and more, until he was pushing the draconequus back, down onto the weight bench, and smothering him with his ass, sitting on his face.
Discord was in utter heaven. His whole world was surrounded by Mac's ass, engulfed by the heat, the smell, and the taut power. His tongue lavished every inch he could, his cock throbbing harder as Mac took the chance to stroke it some more, but Discord was certain as his vision went red that he had already died and gone to heaven, crushed under Big Mac's massive ass.
Discord couldn't contain himself any longer. It was too much to bear, too much to simply devour. He slithered out from beneath Mac's rump, but immediately pulled Big Mac back into him, laying his body down on the weight bench while Discord got into his own straddling position from above. Mac laid out compliantly for him, the stallion turning his head to look at the beefy, sweaty, aroused draconequus towering above him, but there wasn't a hint of fear in that gaze, only lustful need, and the corners of that easygoing, accepting grin.
Already lubed-up from the oil and massage, Discord gripped Big Mac's cheeks once again and spread them wide, exposing his target: Big Mac's tight, red pucker. With a firm grip on the base of his big erection, Discord lined himself up with the taut treasure, the slide of his shaft between Big Mac's hard ass a delicious treat in itself until he prodded the tight barrier to his prize. With a few miniscule pumps, Discord worked the hole to loosen up, aided greatly by the muscle oil all over their shining, sweaty bodies. But then, at long last, Discord pushed forward, sliding into Big Mac with a pop and then a deliciously long stroke.
Both men groaned long at the sensation, Big Mac shuddering at the feeling of Discord's huge dick invading his insides and stretching him out, and Discord's fingers squeezing into his ass at the tight squeeze of Big Mac's strong rump around his girth. No sooner had Discord buried himself to the hilt in Big Mac did he start to pump into him, the bench holding sturdy beneath him as he worked up quickly to a hard, pounding pace. The sound of Discord's muscular hips smacking into the meaty wall of Big Mac's rump snapped through the open gym floor, accompanied by the wet, stroking slide of Discord's cock burying itself to the base inside of Mac, their sweaty nutsacks accompanying the clap with every thrust forward.
The fleshy smacks were accented by the husky, manly grunts and groans from the two as Discord finally got to rut the big Apple stallion to his heart's desire. "Ohh, fuck, Big Mac...! Sweet Celestia!" Discord moaned, for once at a loss for words at what to say to Big Mac, utterly lost in the heat, the tight, muscular squeeze, the utter size of the massive stallion he was fucking into the bench beneath him.
But as usual, Big Mac knew just what he meant, and knew just what to say. "Eeyup...!" he agreed, his own cock throbbing and oozing beneath him, twitching with every pound of Discord's shaft into his prostate deep inside.
With so much more physical power at his disposal than usual, Discord had a lot more to unleash, picking up the pace, fucking Big Mac hard, his big dick a piston into Mac's meaty ass and his palms squeezing, spreading, and playing with Mac's butt all the while, tugging it toward him, using Mac's whole massive body like a red fucktoy. Mac's moans grew louder to match Discord's cries of pleasure, the stallion's eyes rolling upward as Discord drilled him. The gym was no longer merely punctuated by a rhythm of fleshy smacks, but was a cacophony of meaty muscles and loins slapping together and husky calls of manly pleasure, sweat running down their chests and backs in rivulets, filling the room with a heady fog of man-stink that pumped through their blood with every hot, heavy inhale.
Discord drank it in, that thick smell of ass and sweat and sex mixing together in a cocktail he had only imagined before, but now he could taste it on his tongue, feel it fizzling in every neuron, his balls clenching hard as he rocked Big Mac's ass with everything he had, stuffing the stallion's asshole hard. He panted, sweat soaking his body as their balls clapped together, the bench itself rattling, threatening to come unscrewed from the floor with the power of Discord's fucking.
The draconequus was utterly drunk on purely muscular power. With mirrors surrounding him, he caught a glimpse of his beefy body pounding into the big red stallion, looking like an utter stud while he did so. He flexed an arm, watching the bicep swell as his hips pounded into Mac's iron ass. He bounced his pecs, listening to Mac's groans of pleasure beneath him. His eyes devoured the sight, the glowing muscles, the sizzling steam seeming to waft up from their hulking bodies, and even moreso his massive dick splitting Big Mac's firm buttcheeks firmly in two.
He couldn't take it any longer. "Mac..!" was all Discord could strangle out, his eyes rolling upward, his balls tightening beneath him, the high building up into blinding bliss.
"Eeyup...!" Big Mac encouraged, feeling it build within him too, the spine-tingling, ass-clenching ecstasy of an oncoming prostate orgasm fueled by a big fat dick pounding the sweet daylights out of him.
The two rode it together, Discord fucking Mac's sweet apple ass harder, faster, stronger, fingers tightening and cocks throbbing, closer and closer, until the two roared together, Discord buried his cock balls-deep inside Mac's clenching, steel glutes, and the two exploded. Mac's cock blasted a flood of creamy, sticky jizz that ran down the padded seat of the bench, beneath his chest and drooling in dribbling strands down to the floor while he felt Discord's own cock pulse in time with his own hardened asshole milking Discord's mighty manhood, boiling heat filling his guts as Discord's own frothy, churning cum emptied out of the heavy draconequus balls pressed to his own pair and spread into his entire body, the two locked together, reeling in sheer euphoria of shared climax.
Mac's solid stomach felt so utterly full by the time Discord pulled back deliriously, his long cock slurping out of Mac's abused asshole until he stumbled backward, sitting back on the bench, his leaking cock twitching with lingering pulses of pleasure while Mac held his ass-up position for several long moments, fresh cum drooling out of him and down his taint, mixing into the mess on the bench and floor below. Eventually, Mac collapsed onto his own belly, and the two let out a heavy, shared sigh, fighting for breath.
"My... what a workout, eh?" Discord commented, wiping the sweat from his brow.
Big Mac patted his thigh in agreement. "Eeyup."
Discord didn't know what to say. His plan had worked; he had successfully used the gym to lure Big Mac into a raunchy gay sex fantasy. But he hadn't planned for anything after. Was Mac okay with this? Did he regret it now that the post-nut clarity was about to set in? Did Mac think he was some kind of silly weirdo, or some perverted freak?
But Big Mac snapped Discord out of his self-conscious thought spiral with a slap against the draconequus's thigh. Discord looked down at him, and the sloppy stallion jerked his other hand back, a thumb motioning toward the smoothie bar portion tacked onto the other side of the gym as an afterthought. As always, he wore that same calm, friendly, warm grin.
Discord raised an eyebrow. "Oh. You know what, a smoothie does sound pretty good right about now..."
Discord helped Big Mac up off the bench, and as sweat and cum leaked off their powerful bodies, the two wrapped their beefy arms around each other's shoulders, and at last, Discord felt as relaxed and satisfied as Big Mac was.
