Chapter 1
It wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in Equestria for Caramel to keep his heart from pounding furiously in his chest as he walked back and forth around his small bedroom, quickly shoving anything that might make the room seem untidy into his closet, adjusting what few books he had into a neat pile at least five times on his nightstand. He had even made his bed, though questioning himself why as it would simply become messy soon enough only make his stomach turn.
After a while of staring out the window, Caramel realized he could no longer easily see too far into the outside world, the sun itself growing orange as it began to fade away, another hour and Caramel would be sitting in the dark, the fireplace’s glowing embers all that remained. The winter’s short hours were harsh.
He quickly flicked the light to his room on, taking deep breaths as he tried not to think about the fact that Mac would be here any moment. Normally he grew excited for him visiting, grew restless… but today he couldn’t help but feel…
The knocking that came to his door frightened him, making him jump and mess up the covers of his bed, to which he quickly adjusted until it looked neat once more before hurrying to the door, hooves clicking across the hardwood floor beneath him.
He opened the door quickly, averting his eyes from Mac’s in a flash as he watched the steed fiddle with the two bags he had on his back.
“Ah’m back, Sugar Cube.” The steed spoke in a reassuring tone, noticing quickly how Caramel was much more concerned with the contents of the bag than with him. The steed stepped in as he kicked the snow from his hooves, smiling at the stallion before shutting the door with a bump of his backside.
“Ya feelin’ better?”
The words did indeed ring in Caramel’s ears, but it still took him a few moments to come up with a response he saw fit. He didn’t want to tell the truth, but he also didn’t want to lie… that would only make Mac more insistent on not going through with it.
“Do we need all that?” He questioned as he looked at the two bags, both looking considerably full.
“Depends what ya think’ll make it easier…” The steed spoke, his eyes a touch annoyed that Caramel had avoided the question.
“I… I still want it…” He spoke as much of the truth as he could as he looked into the steed’s emerald eyes. He suddenly felt exposed again, soon feeling grateful that Big Macintosh nodded towards his bedroom.
Caramel followed close by, staring at his hooves as Big Macintosh walked into the bedroom. By the time his eyes had finally looked upward he watched Big Macintosh pull a bottle of what Caramel recognized as lubrication out of one of the bags. His muscles tightened upon seeing it, quickly focusing as he watched the steed pull out massage oil, along with two bright red candles.
“Candles…?” Caramel questioned, realizing that as he asked it the steed’s face turned a shade darker. “Isn’t that… a bit cliche, there aren’t rose petals in the other bag, are there?”
“A-Ah didn’t know what ya...” The steed trailed off, looking away from Caramel, who was now giggling under his breath. It felt nice to be able to laugh, the weight on his chest wasn’t so difficult to handle as he did so. After a few moments, Big Mac laughed as well… that felt even better.
Caramel’s legs carried him forward before he forced himself to sit on the bed, staring out in Mac’s joyful eyes. Right now they were the only thing giving him strength aside from his own determination. He glanced to the bottles as Mac placed them on the nightstand, suddenly feeling a little more comfort as a hoof was placed against his chest.
“Sugar, ain’t nothin’ gonna be perfect t’night… understand?” Big Macintosh asked with a serious tone, staring dead into the other. “If anythin’ hurts or feels weird or ya don’t like it, Ah’ll stop… it doesn’t mean yer weak.”
Caramel nodded, his eyes casting away once more as the moment drew closer.
“Ya want me ta take it?” Mac asked, Caramel expecting him to smile like it was a joke, but he did no such thing. “It may make ya feel better if yer not the one bein’ plowed.”
Caramel shook his head quickly, the idea of having complete control over the situation forced a strange noise of worry out of him. That would only make it worse than it already was. He was glad Mac didn’t object any further, simply stayed silent with his usual reassuring grin.
“Oh… um… I should probably…” Caramel started to speak, lifting his body upward and turning, facing away from Mac as his legs trembled awkwardly as he slouched them down a bit, lifting his tail as he swallowed hard, swaying a little bit back and forth as the silence continued to pierce the air. The air felt oddly cold on his exposed backside...
“Well, that’s a mighty fine view, Sugar Cube. But Ah think it’s a little too soon fer that.” Big Macintosh spoke, his voice actually breaking out into quiet laughter that Caramel knew was making his face glow very hot, his eyes stinging with the fear that he had already screwed up as he quickly shot his tail between his legs once more.
His emotions would have more than likely spiraled out of control quickly if Mac hadn’t hopped up onto the mattress, stressing the springs inside before he took Caramel’s body and gently laid the stallion on his back. Mac had an oddly big grin on his face, his face reddened as he laid down next to Caramel, chest pushing against the stallion’s side as he rested his chin on his hoof, forcing Caramel to look up at him.
“Well, now that yer cute little show has been exposed, Ah guess yer more than ready.”
This time Caramel managed to laugh as a hoof was placed on his cheek, soon cut off by lips pressing against his own. At first it was normal, rough yet kind, which he expected the stallion’s lips to deliver by this point… however when the other usually pulled away for air, this time he quickly went back, traveling his hoof across Caramel’s neck before something rubbed against his lips, something that made him open his own before Mac’s tongue entered his mouth, their tongues sliding along each other’s. When Caramel tried to use his tongue, he ended up dribbling saliva out of his lips, making the entire experience very wet and sloppy.
“Caramel…” Mac moaned softly, making any worries that his kiss was too sloppy dwindle down, for when Mac pulled away he still seemed hungry for more, his eyes narrowing happily as he chuckled again. “Little messy there…”
A kiss on his nose was all he needed to find himself squirming happily by now, Mac pushing a leg under Caramel’s head so he could lay his head down next to Caramel’s. He used his free hoof to rub circles into the other’s chest, causing the fur to become ruffled.
“Doin’ good, Sugar?”
Caramel nodded, able to smile for what seemed like the first time in days. Mac’s body was very warm against his own… his front legs firm like iron, yet gentle when exposed to his body.
There was a long period where Mac seemed content simply laying there with Caramel’s fur in his hoof. He would occasionally crane his neck to kiss and nibble Caramel’s neck, moving his hoof down to tickle his belly up and down against his sides. He chuckled gleefully every time Caramel squirmed against him and giggled into his ear. Time passed like this for a while, giving Caramel more reason to let go of his fear.
Eventually his hoof rested on a lower part of his belly, pressing down as he looked into Caramel’s crystal blue eyes. “Can Ah?” He questioned.
Caramel nodded firmly, ignoring the stab his belly felt when Mac’s hoof stroked itself between his legs. For a moment, Caramel lifted his legs an inch, unsure if he should cross or spread them apart as they trembled before he finally willed them to lay still, muscles tightening as his shaft rost, still not at full length as Mac stroked and rubbed the area.
He made a noise, but it was not of discomfort as Mac sat up, leaving Caramel on his back before sliding his hoof up and down Caramel’s hardening shaft. The stallion closed his eyes, his breathing as well as his heartbeat elevating. His cock was brown, balls a tad spotted with patches of light pink.
“Ya like it, sugar?”
“Y-Yeah…” Caramel mumbled quietly, feeling rather exposed to Mac as the steed ran a hoof from his chest to his cock, crouching down again as he scooted his body back a good two feet. He could feel warm breath touch his exposed crotch.
“Can ah… er…” The steed paused a moment, freckles still lost in his blush. Caramel looked to him, which only made him look down. “C-Can Ah… taste it… n-never really done this to a stallion mind ya, so don’t feel bad if it ain’t too good…”
“Oh… uh… y-yeah…” Caramel spoke, knowing that as soon as those words hit his ears that his cock only grew stiffer. The fear in his chest felt as if it were melting away the more Mac took the lead, it was much slower than the day before, but slow was good. “J-Just… d-don’t go too fast.”
Perhaps slower was a bad word choice, for as Mac pressed his lips to the bottom of Caramel’s cock he felt his heart beat unhealthily hard in his chest. The steed’s tongue stuck out, dragging itself against a small area at first, lapping for a few moments before sliding his tongue further up the shaft, soon suckling near the top.
He made a strange noise again, but this time he forced it to cut off.
Big Macintosh had his eyes closed, his hooves which were holding Caramel’s cock in place trembling slightly as Caramel squirmed underneath him. The more he licked the more he became aware of his member growing under his body. Eventually he moved to suckling the tip, but it didn’t last long, for Caramel was beginning to squirm, his leg muscles tightening.
“Little salty.” Mac spoke in such a matter-of-fact way that Caramel couldn’t help but laugh, however it soon faded away when the steed sat up and his half hardened member lay on the blanket. Caramel found it hard not to look as he sat up as well, lowering the gap between his legs unconsciously.
“It’s… uh… g-good.”
Mac chuckled at his words, but Caramel wasn’t embarrassed too badly this time as a hoof came out and began rubbing his back, the steed scooting closer to him. He was kissed again, Caramel not minding that his own cock had been on these lips only moments before… in fact that thought only made the kiss more enticing as it contained another sloppy tongue filled gasp of breath, this time Caramel moaning out. It was better this time, but still a tad too wet.
“Yer doin’ great, Caramel.” Mac spoke in his reassuring tone that Caramel could only smile at. “Y-Yer really amazin’ though…”
Mac’s black cock pressed up against his belly when he scooted in. Caramel hesitantly reached out his hoof, Mac giving him a nod before he grasped the other’s cock. It was thick, but not as long as he imagined it to be… in fact it might only have been an inch longer than his own. His hoof trembled when he realized it was wet, knowing Mac was already leaking precum. The thought once again stiffened his already hard cock.
Mac seemed to enjoy Caramel touching him, for every few moments he squirmed and occasionally let out a deep pant. Soon Caramel stopped, realizing his heart was beating as he pressed his hooves to Mac’s chest. It was solid, the more his hooves moved against it the more his eyes widened at the thought that this amazing stallion wanted him.
Caramel was pushed on his back once more after a few moments of stroking Mac’s chest, this time Mac careful to hunch his body over the stallions before looking at his eyes. “This alright…?” He questioned with a tilt of his head before he leaned over to the bedside table, picking up the bottle of massage lotion.
“W-What are ya gonna do?” Caramel questioned, knowing his voice has nerves behind it by the fact that Mac’s face quickly grew worried.
“J-Just try ta calm ya down a little.” Mac reassured with a nod before gently directing Caramel to lay on his belly, to which he complied shakily, unsure of where to put his tail before he settled it off to the side, knowing that his butt was in fact open to the world by the way Mac let a couple drops of the lotion drip onto the blanket when he turned his head to look.
His muscles both tensed and loosened when Mac began rubbing the lotion into his fur, starting from his shoulders all the way down to his tailbone, rubbing in circles so to give the other a nice massage.
“T-This has all been about me…” Caramel trailed off, a hint of guilt in his tone before he looked downward, knowing his muscles weren’t exactly relaxing as that wave hit him. “S-Should I… t-touch you more or something?”
“Don’t worry.” Mac stated, continuing to rub and knead with his hooves. “Yer doin’ fine Sugar… trust me, this is doin’ plenty fer me…” His laugh became nervous, shifting uncomfortably so that his cock prodded Caramel’s side. “Believe it or not Ah’m actually excited grabbin and gropin’ the stallion ah wanna sleep with.”
Caramel giggled, though half of it was because Mac was rubbing lotion into his sides. He received a form squeeze a little lower than normal, making a strange noise because of it, but also giggling more with a tint of pink on his face.
His nerves however did catch up to him when Mac put the bottle back and grasped for the bottle of lubricant, his belly knotting before Mac slid his hoof down his spine, hushing him.
“This’ll feel a little weird, Sugar.” Big Macintosh said in a clear tone so Caramel would understand. “But it’ll help, trust me.”
Mac scootched back off of the bed until he was in front of Caramel’s hindquarters. It only took a moment of staring before he realized he probably wasn’t going to have trouble staying aroused from this angle… for he reached out a hoof, squeezing gently as he heard Caramel make another squeaking noise that he forced back before it came out in full fruition.
Caramel expected a gel to be applied to his backside soon, but instead he soon felt a long lick from the end of his balls all the way to the entrance of his tail-hole. His body shook at that, forcing him to grab the blankets, accidently undoing the neat covers as he pulled them closer to himself. The tongue of his boyfriend seemed to almost tease him as it slid in and out, causing many feelings to run through his mind before his cock hardened once more.
He closed his eyes, beginning to pant quietly as he felt the sensations grow more rhythmic, easier to keep calm over while still finding pleasure in it. He swallowed hard as the minutes dragged on, how his muscles seemed to loosen as his legs began to cramp from staying perfectly still.
After a good ten seconds of silence between the two of them, Caramel felt a thick gel be smeared onto his hole, Mac moving up to turn Caramel over and lean over him, smiling happily. His legs were spread as his tailhole was continuously massaged and prodded.
“Ah’d kiss ya… but Ah have a little bit of breath right now.” He grinned, making Caramel smile through his trembles of pleasure. He did in fact lean upward, kissing Mac quickly on the lips before falling back down with a slightly tired grin. His forehead was sweating as he breathed in and out, closing his eyes every few moments to hold back a moan.
“C-Caramel…?” Mac questioned the other.
“Y-Yeah?”
“Could ya… not try ta hold those in?” He tilted his head when he asked it before he pulled on his mane with his free hoof. “Ah like hearin’ what it sounds like when ah touch ya…”
There was a moment of silence for Caramel to blush, the idea of moaning just to make Mac happy somehow felt the dirtiest of all… yet somehow the thought excited him. He nodded his head, chest tightening as he did so.
After a few more minutes of lubricating his hole, Mac finally sat up with a sigh, squirting one last glob onto his hoof and reaching down to his black cock…. that was before Caramel leaned up and grabbed the hoof, Mac giving him a confused look.
“C-Can… Can I?” The earth pony quickly spat out.
Mac got a glimmer of excitement in his eyes that he managed to somehow hold back when he nodded, giving off his usual “eeyup” before Caramel slid the glob onto his own hoof.
It was off when he started at the head, still feeling the pre leak onto his fur as the other’s cock grew harder when he brushed against it. There was a moment of hesitation before Caramel started rubbing it onto the cock, but only to truly take in that he was about to rub his hooves all over his coltfriends manhood.
It was slow going, and after a while his arms actually became tired trying to make sure each spot on the cock was slippery. It was hard to ignore Mac moan softly in the background, the thought of his big manly boyfriend reduced to this kind of moaning just by his touch was… oddly empowering for the stallion, if a little bit scary.
“N-Now what?” Caramel questioned, feeling as if he were prepared for anything… that was until Mac managed to compose himself in record time, pushing Caramel back with slight playful aggression onto his back, Mac leaning over him with his cock on top of Caramel’s.
“Now relax Sugar Cube… It ain’t just gonna slide in yer first time.” Mac spoke as he gently massaged the stallion’s hole. “Just push a little and it’ll be fine, but don’t tighten or it’ll hurt.
Caramel nodded, feeling his nerves creep back onto him when Mac’s cock head pressed against his hole, still leaking the pre it had previously. The steed soon grabbed both of the pony’s butt cheeks with his hooves, letting his upper body rest on Caramel’s chest before he began to push, feeling his cock head slide ever so slowly into the other’s hole.
“A..Ahh…” Caramel moaned out, but for the first time in the night it wasn’t of pleasure, but of pain. He shut his eyes firmly, trying his hardest to relax, but the more his eyes stung the more it seemed to hurt…
Mac pulled out when Caramel gave a yelp of pain, which he was thankful for, as when he came to he realized he had been gripping Mac’s body far too tightly. He trembled a little, feeling his fear stroke his heart.
“It’s alright sugar, that should happen… Ah think…” Big Macintosh spoke, for the first time hitting Caramel that Mac had never had slept with another stallion in his entire life. He whimpered, unable to hold it back before shutting his eyes firmly, gripping Mac’s body as if his life depended on it.
“Calm down Caramel.” Mac spoke, giving him a moment to recover. “It’s gonna hurt until yer used ta it… Ah’m gonna try again, ah’ll go real slow, I promise.”
Caramel nodded, burying his face in Mac’s thick neck before feeling the head press again, this time pressing in even slower than before.. surprisingly enough, the pain wasn’t utterly unbearable this time, though he was pretty positive that was because he was expecting it.
Mac did indeed move slowly, though even as he did so there was little pleasure to be found aside from Mac panting and groaning on top of him. Even that became painful to listen to after a while as his body began to sweat, the minutes seeming to drag on as Caramel tried his best to stay relaxed and calmed by Mac’s thick length pounding inside of him.
After enough time, Caramel could feel Mac’s cock ram into something, something that suddenly began to mix the pain with the pleasure. Soon enough he realized his prostate was being teased by Mac’s slow movements, beginning to make the pain feel worth it as his body began to tremble as he spread his legs even further. He moaned loudly as each little movement began to feel pleasurable in some way, even more when he realized his own cock was finally leaking out a gentle stream of pre.
It continued on that way for quite some time, the pounding and the gasping and the moaning all mixing together, eventually Mac had to slow down so not to blow his load before Caramel was ready, already grabbing and pulling and desiring his body in replacement for the plowing he was giving. It was still slow, but it was indeed pleasurable as over time it eventually speed up to a good even pace.
Caramel enjoyed it most when Mac stroked his cock, and occasionally whispered under his breath that he was cute. the steed was oddly good at putting him on edge like that, making him wish for more.
Near the end, Caramel watched mac’s body dripping in sweat lean over him, grabbing his cock and stroking up and down the shaft with rough, gentle hooves, moving in and out as Caramel held back his whimpering of pleasure.
It was in a quick moment did Caramel hear Mac give out a low grunt, which he soon realized was a moan when his voice broke.
“A-Are ya close… s-sugar cube?”
It was then Caramel realized that he wasn’t anywhere near close, that while his cock was dribbling with pleasure, he didn’t feel ready at all. He shook his head, which earned him to quickly be given a stroke as Mac hunched over, giving up his pounding a moment to suckle on the end of his coltfriend’s cock, stroking it quickly yet gently as blood rushed to the area. Caramel gave out a quick moan, this lasted for a few moments before he realized he was indeed close.
However, before he could give any kind of warning, Mac gave him a long lick, sending his words back into his throat as his body shook, pleasure erupting from his cock as it splattered Mac mostly around his mouth. He began to pull out, stroking his own cock for a good minute as Caramel recovered from his own high, soon realizing Mac was giving a grunt of a moan as sticky seed splattered across his hindquarters, and soon both ponies were left there, panting and gasping for air, Mac wiping semen from his lips.
Caramel felt his hole ache as his back legs trembled, the warm semen that had been splattered on him soon running cold before Big Mac hunched over him, pressing his lips to Caramel’s neck.
“Ya did great Sugar cube.”