Authors Note: First thing I had written, enjoy.
Each year, Sweet Apple Acres has a harvest of Zap Apples. The enterprising stallion Filthy Rich would always gets the first hundred jars of Zap Apple Jam, homemade by the apple family. Each year Filthy would see the same ponies, Granny Smith, the good woman who makes his sales a reality, Applebloom, the youngest of the Apples, Applejack, second oldest, and then there was Big Macintosh.
What could be said about him? Filthy had never had any extended conversation with Big Macintosh, truth be told, Filthy had grown accustomed to just picking up his jam, and leaving. But each time he came back, Big Macintosh was always seen, sometimes even starting conversation. Nothing major, just small talk. But this time was different. "Hey Mr.Filthy, Ah've got a question."
Filthy Rich glared daggers at Big Macintosh as he replied "I prefer Mr.Rich."
"Ah'm sorry, Mr.Rich, But Ah've got a business proposition.”
A weird thought, Filthy Rich couldn't believe it but, he thought he may as well humor him. "What might that be Big Macintosh? You'll have to make it quick. I've got places to be and things to do." Filthy Riches tone was completely flat as he spoke, not expecting anything spectacular out of the plain country stallion.
"You'll have ta follow me outside."
The pair made there way out to the Zap Apple fields. "Time is of the essence Macintosh."
"Ah know. Thought you'd wanna know what your buyin' " Filthy inspected the crop, looking over the trees and apples. It was the same as every year. When he glanced out of the corner of his eye he saw Big Macintosh at the base of one of the trees. However something was different, he had positioned himself in such a way that his flank was on full display.. He was completely transfixed, staring at the younger stallions muscular frame, built with honest toil and farm work.
As he stared Big Macintosh craned his head he saw Filthy Rich staring down intently at his flank. "See something y'all like?" A deep blush ran over Filthy Riches face. This kind of behavior was completely unprofessional.
"B-Big Macintosh, I must apologize for my behavior" Filthy Rich was stammering out apologizes as quickly as he could.
A smile spread across Big Macintosh's muzzle. 'Y'know Mr.Rich, I'm not at all objective of what y'all we're doing. I'd even say I'm for it."
This was unreal. Something out of Penthorse magazine. "Really?" Filthy Rich tested the waters. Something so scandalous could ruin the Rich name.
"Course ah'm serious Mr.Rich. Just relax." As those last words parted his lips,: Big Macintosh held him close by the scruff of his tie, his free hoof gently working down towards the other pony's growing member. As he worked it over with his hoof he gently brought his head downwards.
One hoof keeping him close by his tie, and the other slowly working towards his stallion hood. As he worked to over with his hoof, he started to bring his head down. He finally found himself In between his legs. Cocking his head Big Mac glanced upwards, "You sure about this?" Asked Big Mac, his face inching ever closer to the shaft in front of him.
"Just take it slow boy, enjoy it." That was all the incentive Big Mac needed. He took Filthy's member into his mouth, sucking the tip gently. As he sucked Filthy gently placed a hoof on his head. "Like that huh boy? You're one of the biggest -ah- reasons I come back here."
Big Macintosh continued to bob his head up and down. Enjoying the other stallions thick rod. Filthy Rich bucked upwards as Big Macintosh sucked enjoying every moment of his blow job, wrapped in extacy. Filthy Rich could feel himself edging closer and closer to his orgasm, but pulled out of Big Macintosh's mouth before he could finish. "Don't wanna finish just yet huh?" Big Macintosh smiled warmly at him.
Filthy Rich leaned down, and whispered into his ear, "We haven't even gotten to the best part. Prop yourself up against the tree. As Big Macintosh put his forehooves on the trunk of the tree, he nudged a small bottle towards Filthy Rich. "What's that?" Filthy opened the bottle, and examined the contents. It was a softly bubbling, sweet smelling multicolored liquid.
"M'ah own special recipe. Found another use fer Zap Apples."
Filthy Rich mulled over the possibility of selling this at Barnyard Bargians but that was much lower on his list of priority at the moment. He applied Macintosh's home brewed lubricant to his own cock, once he was satisfied he was slicked up enough he leaned over and applied the rest to big Macintosh's plot hole. He gently prodded at the other stallion's hole before pressing forward and sliding in, listening to the sighs and moans of pleasure as he hilted himself fully. Falling into a steady pace he began to roughly slam into him, enjoying every second of it.
After a relatively short amount of thrusting Filthy Rich could feel himself approaching his peak. With one final thrust he surged forward, going as deep into Big Macintosh as he possibly could, his shaft spasming as it filled the other stallion's flank with seed. The sensation of being filled to the brim forced Big Macintosh over the edge, his own load spraying wildly on both the ground and the trunk of the tree.
The pair basked in the after glow of their orgasm together, and Big Macintosh didn't mind when Filthy Rich slowly slid out of him. "So.” Big Macintosh asked. "How was it?"
Filthy Rich gently kissed him and said "I think you're going to have quite a future with Barnyard Bargains.”
