Trenderhoof is givin a tour of Sweet Apple Acres, by Applejack. But it doesn't take long for him to get lost, and inevitably find his way to a certain stud.
Trenderhoof has alway liked mares, without a doubt. Never before has he questioned his sexuality. Until he happens upon Big Macintosh, in the apple orchard. Alone What happens next, he never saw coming.
This story was written by me, for the illustrious Artist Braeburned, and he gave me his permission to post it here for you all to enjoy!
Tags: Gay as it can get, some rough domination (not bdsm but like rutting rough), and a bit of size difference. Oh, and excessive cum, not paint the walls excessive but enough to warrant a warning.
"It's really not much, just big!" Exclaimed Applejack as she swept her foreleg across the scenery that was Sweet Apple Acres. "A whole lot of land for all the apple trees." True to her word, bountiful fields of trees stretched over the hilly land, spread out as far as the eyes could see.
"But that's the beauty in it, Applejack. It doesn't try to be grand, it just is! All these field of Apple trees, in their neat rows, spreading all over! It's glorious," Trenderhoof levitated his notebook out, jotting down various notes.
Applejack looked over at the city slicker, a sense of confusion radiated from her expression, "Uh huh." A flicker of alabaster white over Trenderhoof's shoulder caught her eye, she flicked her eyes back to him. He was still focused solely on his notebook.
"Uh, Trend, Ah'll be right back. You just keep doin' what you're doin'," Applejack trotted off, chasing after Rarity.
"Mm hmm, sure thing AJ," he muttered absent mindedly. His gentle magic flipped the book closed, and tucked it into his sweater pocket. Trenderhoof took a big breath of air, letting the clean, clear air fill his lungs.
He let it out, gazing at the serene environment, before looking around confused, "Applejack? Where'd you go?" Trend looked about, trying to find the orange country gal.
"Applejack? Oh well," Trend double checked his notebook and walked down the hill passing under the trees. His head swiveled from left to right as he took in all the sights, the sounds, even the smells as he breathed. The soft scent of apples, mostly overpowered by the raw smell of the trees themselves, wafted across his senses.
Totally lost, Trenderhoof just wandered aimlessly, letting his hooves take him which way wherever. The sun was high in the sky, causing no reasons to hurry.
It wasn't long before he stumbled upon the resonating sound of thunks. Like something hard hitting wood.
"That sounds like Apple Bucking!" Trenderhoof began trotting swiftly, sure he had found Applejack.
What he found was not the orange country mare.
Hard, conditioned after years of work, hind hooves shot out and collided with the tree. The tree itself didn't shake at all, but the red apples on the branches swung slightly before dropping off. Clear sweat dripped down his red pelt, the pelt and fur that was strung tight over his muscled flank.
Huge flank muscles roiled and coiled under his skin, launching his hind legs for another strike on a different tree. Same results, apples fell into waiting baskets. Big Macintosh was hardly breathing heavily, that being said, his lungs still forcefully hauled a massive quantity of air through his mouth, causing him to inhale like a bellows.
Golden hair flicked sweat off his forehead, an act born of constant use and habit. His short blonde hair was cut specifically to that length for just this, to flick sweat before it got to his eyes. His sprig of wheat flickered across his face, switching sides as he heaved a basket of apples up. Bulges contorted his skin in tantalizing fashion, promising strength and power.
Big Macintosh's pelt was slightly damp from sweat, and bits of red dirt was dusted on his hooves.
Trenderhoof was entrapped by the display of the sexy hunk performing in front of him. Cause feelings much like the ones he felt towards Applejack mere moments ago.
No, this couldn't be happening. There was no way that he, Trenderhoof, was getting turned on by a stallion!
Another thunk, preformed by the red sexy, caused more apples to fall. After the brief cascade, Big Macintosh finally seemed to notice Trenderhoof, who meekly waved.
The huge red hunk seemed to appraise the smaller counterpart, eyes roving across the city slicker. Trenderhoof blushed slightly at him, edging closer to a tree.
Try as he might, Trenderhoof could not take his eyes off him. He sent his eyes to the ground, desperate to stop staring, but they slowly climbed back up.
The red dirt still dusted Macintosh's hooves, and his mildly unkempt fetlocks. Strong, sturdy legs oozed a country toughness through the crimson pelt. His barrel chest rising and falling as he breathed the soft country air. The huge flanks were toned to hell from working since a young age, probably. Sculpted flanks promising to carry a huge load or were perfect for massive thrusts...
No! Trenderhoof shook his head from side to side, trying to quell the lewd thoughts, not to mention the tingling from down down south. This is a stallion. You like mares, so what if he's sexy as hell, you are not attracted to the idea of getting railed by a stallion! And definitely not about being impaled upon his massive shaft, his heavy weight on your back as he swings slowly away, leaving you feeling empty before he rams it back inside you...
Trenderhoof's cheeks blushed furiously as he back pedaled again, bumping into the tree behind him. Head down, he refused to look at Big Macintosh, fully knowing what the cool air across his groin entailed.
He kept his head down, staring at the grass, until soft hoof steps sounded. And red hooves slid into his view of the ground.
Trend looked up, his eyes meeting encompassing green eyes. The red behemoth just gazed back at him, silently.
This caused a moment of confusion for the poor hipster, but when he felt his cock swing in the breeze, he realized that there wasn't actually much to be said by either party.
"Uh, um, hi?" Stuttered out Trend, Macintosh's face was less than two hoof spaces away.
Macintosh said nothing. Strong and silent to the awkward end apparently.
"Uh, sorry. I was just looking for Applejack and uh, found you... So..." Big Macintosh seemed content to be silent.
"Yeah," Trend managed a nervous look around, "I'll just leave you..."
Macintosh spoke, startling Trend, "Ya ever been with a stallion?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"N-no, I'm not even attracted to them!" He insisted.
The country colt leaned to the right, looking at the denier's crotch, while Trend shut his eyes in shame. "Seems ya little friend there just begs to differ." His eye brow was still cocked up as he put extra emphasis on the word.
Trenderhoof looked at him, they were nearly the same height, with the edge going to the red pony. Despite that, Macintosh was just so much bigger than him. He oozed strength, as if he could tow a house with no problem. While Trend was tall and skinny, Macintosh certainly earned his nickname of Big Macintosh.
"Yeah, sorry, I. Uh, was just thinking about a mare I was with last night, that makes sense, right?"
"Sure does."
"I'm totally not gay."
"If ya say so."
"I'm not!"
Big Macintosh smirked, and closed the gap between them. Rough lips crashed against him, and Trenderhoof's eyes flew wide. He opened his mouth, pulling back as well, but that was a mistake. Macintosh pushed forward, and thrust his tongue into the city slickers mouth. His firm attack took no quarter on his mumbled protests as he dueled Trend's tongue.
Macintosh smiled to himself as he felt the skinny stallion began pushing back against him.
Trenderhoof was startled, to say the least. But his thinking brain shut down to his ministrations, and raw instinct took over, trying to force the country colt back into his own mouth.
Mac was having none of that, his heavy tongue easily stopping him and forcing it back. Big Macintosh pushed harder, bumping his chest into Trenderhoof, threatening to knock him off balance. The red Goliath pushed again, shoving the thinner stallion onto his back.
Now Trenderhoof was at Macintosh's mercy, as he was completely pinned by the hooves on both sides of his head, and his head legs splayed wide by strong bucking hind hooves.
The large stallion broke the torrent, giving Trend a chance to breath. Trenderhoof hungrily gulped air, as he locked violent violet eyes with gentle green ones. Big Macintosh was still breathing easy, while Trend was breathless, it seemed nothing tired this mass of muscle. “I take it you enjoyed that,” murmured Mac.
Trenderhoof wanted nothing more than to follow his dick, which was doing its damnedest to stab Macintosh, and blare out, “OH CELESTIA YES” He opened his mouth to do it, and drew air into his lungs to propel the shout into open air. When a vision of Applejack bending over in front of him stopped his brain.
“Uhh, no. I did not enjoy that…” mumbled Trenderhoof. He straightened his glasses, having been knocked askew.
He expected yelling, or a snort, or some sort of harassment from the giant stallion, who still had him pinned, and who’s face still hovered mere centimeters over his. Instead, all Trend received was a cocked eyebrow. Macintosh lifted a hind leg off and looked down, making it obvious who was sporting the raging erection from the impromptu make out session. The country colt’s own cock had yet to even leave its sheath, merely a fat and flat head peeking out.
“That’s just because you caught me off guard,” insisted the stuttering city slicker, eliciting an amused grunt from Macintosh.
“Ah’ll remember that, as Ah do this,” he rumbled in response. Macintosh eased off Trenderhoof’s chest and slid down the skinnier stallion, nipping his green pelt, leaving dark spots. Macintosh’s fore hooves placed themselves on the inside of Trend’s thighs, and pushed them down, and apart. Trenderhoof wiggled his hips in a meek attempt of resistance.
Macintosh now knelt between the supine stallion’s hind legs, now possessing a very personal upfront view of Trenderhoof’s tall and proud staff of meat.
He smirked at the resistant stallion, who meekly shook his head at what was surely about to happen. Completely ignoring the rational thinking wishes, and more focused on the primal ones, Macintosh laid his tongue out, and drug it up the shaft from the medial ring. The stallion’s fuckstick was a bit like him, tall and proud, while kind of on the slim side. Not that that’d be an issue for Macintosh.
The rough, and heavy tongue that had just been dueling Trenderhoof’s now caused an indescribable sensation as it reached the head. The country colt flicked the nimble tip under the head’s lip and jerking upwards, as he lashed it across the flat tip. Trend certainly cried out as the tongue began tracing skillful maneuvers across the tip, and as Macintosh’s lips closed around the head. Fiery warmth enveloped his dick’s head as Macintosh coated it with more saliva, still lashing his tongue across the super sensitive surface, even going as far to poke in Trenderhoof’s cum tube, barely managing any of his thick tongue in but nonetheless providing lightning to arc down the cock and rocket through the stallion.
Trenderhoof was panting heavily now, and moaning as the rough tongue wrapped around his head like a whip for the umpteenth time. Big Macintosh smiled to himself, happy to hear the product of his ministrations, and that he knew what was coming next.
Macintosh pulled off a bit, suckling on the tip, before opening his mouth a tad and slowly began taking down Trenderhoof’s slender pole. The city slicker’s mouth was agape, and one hoof scrabbled at the ground in pure bliss, while the other found the back of Macintosh’s head. The slender pony tried to cram more of his eager cock in the heavenly warm mouth, but try as he might, his hoof was no match for the hardened muscles Macintosh possessed. Who for his part smiled around the throbbing fuckflesh at the attempt to rush him, but he would go his own pace.
He backed off the few inches he had taken, maybe a mere third of the cock, and suckled on the tip again while his tongue escaped his lips and scrapped along the underside of the pulsating pony penis. Trenderhoof cooed in delight at the fierce sucking on his tip, before yelling out as Macintosh suddenly swallowed half of the towering phallus. The red lips edged over his medial ring, forcing the tall shaft in, the flat head bumping the back of Mac’s throat.
Trenderhoof groaned from the pent up tension inside his shaft when Macintosh eased it out, tongue dancing across every surface on the way. Fierce suction pulled on his dick entirely as the country colt bobbed his head slowly. All this was done with only his muzzle, and it was driving Trenderhoof crazy. He wanted to thrash his hind legs, but Macintosh had those penned down and oh how he wished Mac would use those hooves elsewhere on Trend. His own fore hooves were busy bracing himself on the ground and griping the back of his red head, trying to pull him further down his shaft to no avail.
Total heat resonating from Macinosh's mouth as he slowly worked back down, lips sealed tightly around him. Trenderhoof muttered incoherently as his tall shaft met the back of the mouth, and the lips sealed over his medial ring again. Trenderhoof strained his rump against the ground, trying to thrust the rest of his impressive length down his throat, but Macintosh's rock solid forelegs were placed on the inside of his thighs and effortlessly kept them grounded and spread.
A pearl of precum oozed out into Macintosh's throat, and his tongue lapped and smeared it around as he withdrew the tall shaft back to the tip. Macintosh's tongue flicked across the head, wicking away any more pre and tickling the tip of Trend's urethra.
Macintosh suckled on the tip, fiercely pulling up on Trenderhoof's dick without breaking his lip seal. Trend cried out as the thick tongue wrapped around the head and grinded its rough surface against the sensitive flesh.
Trenderhoof didn't know how long he was going to last. A bit longer than normal as Macintosh was denying him any chance at thrusting, but the red stallion's mouth was to die for, and it was only his mouth! No hooves assisting with jerking him off, merely holding him still. Macintosh worked his mouth over what he had swallowed already, coaxing more pre out from the cum spout.
Trenderhoof was holding back, not wanting this to end. Big Mac withdrew the spit coated shaft and focused on the head again. Lashing tongue dragging back and forth.
Macintosh suddenly breathed out around his cock, expelling air from his lungs as he began taking pony meat into his mouth. His lips overlapped the medial ring again, and then Trenderhoof thrashed around as he felt the cock head pop into a super tight tunnel.
Macintosh's throat squeezed the tip as tight as it could, before slowly, Mac began to deep throat all of Trenderhoof's fourteen inches.
Trenderhoof threw his head back, assaulted by sensations. The red nose bumped his crotch and the city slicker's eyes flew open, and looked down.
Macintosh looked back up at him, cock still lodged in his throat. He backed out a few inches and dropped back down, convulsing his throat on the phallus. Macintosh's tongue still dragged on the underside of the deep throated dick.
Trenderhoof groaned aloud, closing his eyes as Mac dragged the lengthy dick all the way out to the tip, before steadily swallowing it all again.
Macintosh continued this, the full thrusts using his muzzle, massaging with his mouth, throat, and tongue. And Trenderhoof judged closer to the edge with each deep throat thrust.
The country colt continued the pace, never speeding up, content to get him off slowly while Trenderhoof thrashed around in pleasure.
Soon, oh so soon he thought to himself as he watched the red maw swallow his shaft yet again with an expertise that was uncanny.
That cliff suddenly came rushing up to Trenderhoof, and he felt the churning in his balls signify it. He yelled out, not sure in release or in warning. The raging torrent reached the base of his dick...
We're it slammed into a brick wall.
The torrent of cum died down as fast as it was going to launch when Macintosh suddenly withdrew the tall tower fully. Then the country colt stood up, leaving Trenderhoof with an aching rod.
"Wait, wha?" He muttered semi coherently.
Macintosh smiled back at him, "Well, if ya aren't gay, then Ah guess you won't be in the barn tonight, at the moon's zenith, to finish up. Now will ya?" With that, the ref stallion stood up, and trotted off.
Leaving a very sexually frustrated hipster behind.
Walking back to his hotel with a raging boner had been hard, in a number of ways. He knew he could've just stroked it out beside the road, but something kept stopping him. Not physically, there was no physical force stopping him, but rather something mental or emotional.
He wanted to wait.
For the red hunk to finish him.
Trenderhoof wanted so badly for that alluring piece of meat between Big Macintosh's legs, and he hadn't even seen it! But he knew it'd be a thick, throbbing, glorious fuckstick, one that mare's and stallion's across the land wanted to be impaled with. A thick cock that oozed sexuality in every inch of its being.
He hadn't even seen it, and yet he yearned for it so.
And that's why he was here.
Back.
At Sweet Apple Acres.
Just a few paces from the barn.
And he was early, the moon wasn't quite at its zenith, a few degrees off. But he couldn't resist the tantalizing tower of testosterone. He craved it.
Just what in the hell had that red stallion awoken inside of him!
All his life, he only craved mares, and yet here he was, just outside a barn just because of an impromptu cock sucking in the middle of an apple orchard.
That had been an amazing display of mouth work though.
The hipster pony rose his eyes to the heavens, glancing at the moon. In a few more minutes, it'd be there at its zenith.
He couldn't wait, he shivered in the summer night, in anticipation. The vested stallion couldn't help but imagine what awaited him in there.
Macintosh over him, firm flanks resting on his, gyrating slowly against his rump. He could feel the bigger dick grinding alongside his, squishing their cockflesh together.
Trenderhoof let out a small moan, his hoof sneaking between his legs, as he imagined that broad head prodded his rear entrance, gradually forcing the unflared shaft into his tight hole. The workpony rocks back, then forth again, pushing steadily until something gives. Trenderhoof's tight ring. He lets out a real gasp as imaginative pleasure racks through him. His hoof squeezing his cock as the pretend one slowly crawls into his ass. Their hips touched with no problem, and and the country boy rocked back, preparing to give a full fledged thrust when...
A creak in the barn brought Trenderhoof rushing back to reality, held frozen between his legs, a raging hard-on sported underneath.
Something in the barn rustled, and one of the large bag doors cracked open, creating a small gap in the red wood.
Trenderhoof waited, although he wasn't sure what he waited for, and when nothing came out, he eased a few paces forward towards it, his boner slapping him with every step. Peeking his head inside, there was nothing to greet him, just darkness. Mustering up some courage, he stepped inside, head darting around, looking for something, anything. He was fully inside when the barn door suddenly closed, shutting the small gap behind him.
He whirled around, in slight panic as his only avenue of escape closed behind him.
A lantern lit up the room, and a deep bass sounded next to him, “So, ya came.” Trenderhoof spun to look over.
Big Macintosh stood, leaning beside a stall, the lantern on the wall was the one shedding light on the situation. The hipster took a few tentative steps over, “You were expecting me?”
He nodded, his blonde hair swishing up and down, “Didn’t expect that right off though.”
“What right off?”
Macintosh nodded at Trenderhoof, gesturing low. The vested pony looked down, right at his cock that still stood stiffly at attention.
He blushed fiercely, turning a red very similar to the work pony. “Oh, right, sorry about that.”
The red stud didn’t say anything, just stood there, a half smile on his face. He held a foreleg out, “So why are you here?”
“Say again?” he asked as he strolled forward, within touching distance of Macintosh.
The half smile grew a little, and his foreleg grabbed Trenderhoof, pulling him forward and into the stall. Startled, he tripped, falling onto his knees and rolling onto his back. Before he could recover, his vision was filled with red, the stud had crawled on top, holding him down. “Ah asked, why are you here?” he whispered softly in his ear.
Trenderhoof was frozen in place, held down by the red menace above him, and all he could think of was how warm the big guy was. A nip on his neck caused air to rush in as he gasped, “Got an answer, pretty boy?”
Light bites traveled up his neck and Trenderhoof let out a soft moan, “Unnf, I don’t know why I came.”
Macintosh looked down at him, one eyebrow raised, “Oh really, then. Why. Is. Your. Cock. Poking me?” the red stallion interspaced each word with another nibbled down his neck, slowly working his way down Trenderhoof.
His teeth elicited small shocks of lightning as they traced down his body, homing in on the object of question. Macintosh raised off him slightly, pulling his warm bulk back off Trend. “Ah’m waiting.”
He gasped out, “I’m, ah, not sure. I thought I only liked mares,” he looked down, at his cock thrust up between him and Macintosh.
“Well, that’s obviously not the case here, silly boy. Ah think you need to reconsider that standpoint.”
He back up, dragging his chest slowing down Trenderhoof, the stiff dick rubbing against his pelt, leaving small drops of pre cum daubed in his red hair.
“Agreed,” he managed to gasp out as the rough fur sent another tingle of pleasure arcing up Trenderhoof’s back. He shivered as the the shielding warmth left entirely, and shivered again when Macintosh eased between the hind legs, pushing them apart to access his target.
Macintosh leaned down, breath tickling the cock head, which bounced in anticipation, “Now, what do you want me to do?” He kissed the cock head before waiting for a response, grinning as Trend sucked in more air.
His small chest heaved in response to the teasing, “Uh, I’m not sure, I’ve never done this before.”
The red farm boy smiled, lips caressing the horse cock again, “A virgin treat for me? How sweet, then how about I finish what I started this afternoon.”
With that, he encompassed the twitching cock head into his mouth, lips squeezing tight as he sucked mercilessly. His rough tongue began to trace intricate patterns across the super sensitive head. Trenderhoof sucked in a huge breath of air as soon as his cock pierced Macintosh’s lips, his horse meat throbbing in time with his heartbeat.
Macintosh started slow, knowing the small stallion was already spooled up, he eased down on the slender flesh, quickly overwhelming it with pleasure. he backed off it entirely, and ran his wide tongue all the way across the furry balls to and up the entire shaft. He dragged the rough muscle again, it curved slightly to better match the shape of the dick it was pleasuring.
The work pony sealed his lips around the head again, pulsating his tongue, cheeks, and suction in a complex rhythm that had Trenderhoof shaking on the floor, the smaller stallion cried out wordlessly as Macintosh swallowed more of his cock down, rippling his lips and tongue all the way.
Trenderhoof wanted to hold on, oh how he wanted to, but he could sense that inevitable cliff approaching fast, and the Mac ministrations were not helping in the slightest.
Speaking of which, Macintosh suckled harder, slowing taking more down with each bob of his head, globs of pre began forming faster and larger as the cock grew to new levels of hardness. His lips pressed down, hard, forming indentions in the supposedly rock hard flesh. He swallowed the sweet tasting pre down as quick as it came, his rough tongue lapping up each little pearl and driving him crashing every time it lashed across his cock head.
Macintosh suckled over the median ring, taking it in stride as more cock flesh slid into his maw. Trenderhood gasped aloud when he felt his staff nudge the back of the warm mouth, poking the entrance to Mac’s throat.
The warm flesh convulsed and opened up, allowing Trenderhoof’s cock head to pop into his throat with a distinct jolt, the rest of the lanky cock easily followed as the wide head spread Macintosh’s throat open. The vested stallion groaned out loud, quite loudly as the red stallion swallowed three quarters of the cock. Macintosh eased back, the slippery cock sliding out as the drew a silent breath of air. Lungs now full, the red menace went back down, taking the stallion all the way down his throat in a move so fast that Trenderhoof cried out, his voice echoing in the barn.
Macintosh remained motionless, lips pressed to Trend’s hips, tongue thrashing the underside of the slender cock, throat tirelessly massaging the entire length lodged in that wonderful throat.
Macintosh’s maw was a crevice of heat that radiated down his dick and into his stomach, warming his insides. He pulled his head up, retracting his cock and plunged back down, effortlessly taking it all down. Macintosh worked that cock for all her was worth, proceeding towards one inevitable goal.
Trenderhoof cried out again as the reverse thrusting happened, with his cock disappearing and reappearing at uncanny speeds, pleasure threatened to overload his brain. That wonderful throat was pure bliss on his inexperienced cock, and it was a wonder in of itself that he hadn’t blown his load yet.
But that wasn’t going to remain a wonder for much longer.
Trend felt it creeping up, that white flood following on the heels of pleasure, the inevitable result of bliss.
Macintosh felt it too, on the growing throbs, how the cum tube spasmed with the cock, how the veins expanded and contracted. It was coming soon, and Macintosh redoubled his efforts, sucking on that slender fuck flesh as he lunged his head down, forcing it through his throat. He rippled his neck muscles, massaging the cock in ways words can’t even describe.
Trenderhood was panting, air moving rapidly through his own throat as he felt it coming. It began in his ignored globes dangling beneathing his rod, and the torrent rushed through his pipes, powered by throbbing muscle.
“Mac,” he breathed out, “Oh Mac, I’m gonna, I’m gonna!” His wordless cry rent the night air as his balls shot his thick cum rocketing up his shaft.
Macintosh was waiting, he pulled back, flaring cockhead still in his mouth as the first gushes of delicious cum filled him maw. He swallowed a little, and began pressing back down on the shaft as it kept firing, painting his mouth and throat white. The following spurts were sucked down his throat, but the first original gushes that he held in his mouth were allowed to ooze past Mac’s lips as he deep throated the still convulsing cock. The thick cum flowed out of his mouth to coat the staff as he swallowed both his cock and cum down.
Trenderhoof’s pent up balls fired again still, providing more for Macintosh to suckle down.
The spurts trickled off, but Macintosh still rocked the cock back and forth down his throat as it tapered to a stop. The saliva and cum covered cock slipped out of his maw, slapping against Trenderhoof’s abdoment, leaving a white mess on his fur.
The vest pony laid there, head back, legs spayed back as he basked in the aftermath of the best orgasm in his life.
A red warmth laid back on top of him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, “So, have you changed your standing?”
“Yeah," he breathed out, “Or at least it’s altered significantly.” He wrapped his fore legs around Macintosh’s massive barrel chest. The musk from Mac wafted through his nose, enticing him into dreaming again.
He grinded his inner thighs against Macintosh’s firm flanks as he realized something, “So, um, what comes next?”
Macintosh pulled back from his nuzzling, “Ooh, already ready to go again?” the red hunk queried.
“Oh yes, especially when I realized that this entire encounter has been very one sided.”
He went back to nuzzling, and nipping the fur lightly, “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” said Trend as he pushed Mac up and off, causing the big hunk to roll onto his side. Although Trend suspected that Macintosh let him do that, it was still satisfying to be able to move the mountain. “You have yet to receive anything from this.”
Macintosh smiled at him, “Granted, and do you really want to know what comes next?”
Trenderhoof snuggled up close to him, “Tell me, I need to know.”
“Well, whatever you want comes next.”
“Whatever I want?”
“Is there an Echo in here?” Smirked Macintosh.
Trend’s cheeks reddened, “What if I said that I wanted to to take me, and rut me like the skinny mare I look like?”
Macintosh looked deep into Trend’s eyes, looking for any hint of doubt, or hesitation in what he said. Upon not finding any, he acted.
The work pony suddenly lunged forward, resuming his place on top of Trend. His forelegs pinned Trenderhoof to the ground while his hind legs forced the other’s apart, he leaned next to his ear and growled out, “Then Ah would tell you, next is you wrapped around my thick cock, your screams of pleasure bouncing off these barn whiles while Ah ram into you,” His firm flanks ground their crotches together for emphasis, “Over, and over again until you aren’t even walking on the morrow. Ah will make it so that you can’t even sit down without getting sore. Ah will rut you like a mare in heat, and send waves of pleasure boiling through you, and Ah won’t stop until my cum pumps into your ass, filling it to the brim. Understand?”
Trenderhoof quivered in a mixture of trepidation and want, oh how he wanted that. He nodded his understanding, and Macintosh slinked back, eerily similar to before, but this time, Mac’s tongue was aimed lower.
The vested stallion gasped in shock as his limber muscle traced around his tight anal opening, liberally applying a thick coat of saliva. That thick, rough, country tongue scrapped across his entrance, seeking entrance. Trenderhoof forced himself to relax, and Macintosh immediately pounced on that drop in his tight guard. That glorious tongue thrust deep, lapping at parts that have never seen the light of day. Trend cried out for the umpteenth time that night, and Mac continue his oral assault in his ass.
However, it was not long last as he soon retracted his tongue. “Get up,” growled the red hunk.
The smaller pony meekly nodded, but a arc of erotic electricity went through him, ignited by the sudden domination. He eased himself up onto shaky knees, wobbling this way and that. Macintosh grunted, “Don’t go anywhere," before heading out of the stall.
Several questions formed inside his mind, but he chose to do what the farm pony ordered, and stood at a wobbling attention, and was quickly rewarded. Macintosh came walking back, a bale of hay held in his teeth. He set it down, and kicked it over to the hipster.
“Bend over it,” he ordered.
Trenderhood hastily complied, settling his chest on it, forelegs curled up underneath. The smell of hay wafted up his nose, and Macintosh began to head behind him, “Uh, wait, please.” He stammered out.
Macintosh froze in place, looking over the slender stallion, “Yes?” It was almost like a demand for an explanation to the sudden stop.
“May I see it? Before we start…” he meekly asked.
Macintosh smirked, “Ah think you deserve an up close meeting, yes.” The red work pony strolled back in front of Trend, and leaned in close to whisper, “This changes nothing, even if you think you can’t handle it after seeing it, Ah am still rutting you until you walk funny.”
Trenderhoof gulped loud enough to be heard, but he pressed on, “Of course.”
The farm boy abruptly reared up, placing his forelegs on the hay bale, settling his crotch right off Trend’s nose. His musk invaded his nostrils, wafting off the apple sized balls that dangled between his firm flanks. Oddly enough, Macintosh’s cock was still sheathed, broad head tucked away inside him. Well, that just wouldn’t do.
Trenderhoor activated his magic, eager to please, and he grasped the flare he saw peaking from the hood of its sheath. He worked his magic to massage it as he gently tugged on it, coaxing it to release from within its prison. Macintosh grunted overhead, a deep, earthy sound as Trend worked his literal magic. He conjured another glowing cloud to slowly knead the heavy, red, balls, as he focused on the hidden horse cock.
The magician propped deeper down the sheath, wrapping his aura around the semi hard meat and stroking it in an outward direction. “Oh yes,” he breathed out as he felt Macintosh finally start to give, “Show it to me.”
Slowly but surely, Macintosh’s fat member, wrapped in a massaging magic was coaxed out of it’s cove. Trenderhoof’s breath hitched in his throat as he was able to finally appreciate just how massive it was. His fat cock was almost solid black, with just a splotching of red at the base, the head prodded his nose, causing Trend to realized that it wasn’t even fully hard yet. He shifted it off to one side of his face, and let it grow against his cheek.
To put it bluntly, like its head, Macintosh was massive. His length was easily half again that of Trenderhoof's, but where Macintosh really shined was his girth. Oh how marvelous it felt as Trend grasped it in his magic. It was over doubly thick as his own, making it a juicy cock that promised to spread any hole it encountered. Trenderhoof felt his rump shaking in trepidation, and he silently steeled himself.
A small current of fear counteracted that as he felt the heavy rod throb and force his magic apart, growing ever wider and pressing harder into his face. “Oh Celestia,” he murmured. He kissed the side of the cock and opened his mouth, sucking on the side of it. He lapped his tongue over the even thicker medial ring and shivered in delight.
He maneuvered the cock around, sights set on taking it down his muzzle, but Macintosh stepped back. “That’s enough alone time, we’re heading for the main course now.” The powerful red stallion strolled around behind Trend, massive boner bouncing with each stride.
Macintosh reached his rear, and nuzzled his ass, daintily licking his tight rosebud again, Trend heard a slight click of a cap, and cold gel poured onto his taint. “Just some lube, don’t fret.”
Trenderhoof thanked which ever princess was listening, and he heard Mac squeeze more out, presumably to coat his fat horse dick. Macintosh reared again, this time from behind, his big fore hooves settling on the hay on either side of Trend. That massive cock settle between his cheeks, and Trend swore he felt it spread them just from the sheer weight.
“Alright, listen you. Spread your legs.” Trenderhoof immediately complied, stretching out as far as possible. That giant cock slid back, spreading the lubrication all around. Macintosh lifted a foreleg, and brought it back to his fat schlong. His trained hoof held the fat head directly over the virgin rosebud. “Now use your forelegs to spread your cheeks as wide as you can.”
He complied again, feeling himself spread even wider as he awaited it.
Macintosh leaned forward, nipping his ear before growling in it, “Now relax, and keep yourself spread for me.” He leaned back as Trend nodded his understanding.
“Good boy, now brace yourself to have your world rocked.” If it was anypony else, Trend would have thought that was a false, egotistical statement, but with Mac, it felt like a promise.
The broad head that felt as if it should belong on a Chimera forced his cheeks even wider. His head did that just trying to get to my anus! Trenderhoof thought, as his ass was stretched farther and he pulled harder, trying to ease passage.
Macintosh met his mark, smashing against the tiny hole, demanding entrance. He ground his massive member into it, forcing a small amount of lube into his ass.
Trend pulled his flanks wide, and forced himself to relax.
Macintosh slowly applied more pressure, cramming his obsidian sword into the vulnerable defenses. Soon, Macintosh was pressing into his rump with full force, to no avail, so he switched to tiny, micro thrusts that rocked his flesh stick right into the center of the caving hole.
Trenderhoof cried out with each tiny thrust, and moaned lewdly as his body craved that thick cock. In a bout of passion, he acted without thinking. When Mac rocked barely back, Trend strained forward, and when Macintosh came looming back, Trenderhoof rocked his ass into him. That little bit of extra force, that tiny passion driven action cause Macintosh’s massive head to jam his anal ring wide open, lodging his thick flare into the depths of Trend, and to ram right into his prostrate.
The still vested pony hollered in animalistic bliss as his slender cock jumped beneath him, firing stringing strands of cum against the hay bale. His body was wracked with shaking and Macintosh grunted when Trenderhoof's ass began clenching violently on his cock head. Slowly, the shakes subsided, and Trend's now new all time high faded into memory. He lay there panting.
Surely he was dreaming, surely nothing could ever feel this heavenly.
Right?
Tenderhoof was ripped back to reality as Macintosh shoved a mere inch of his shaft down Trend's painfully tight chute, and he gasped as the anal walls massaged the dick. This was the tightest pony he was ever had the privilege of sticking his shaft into. The small stallion moaned in pleasure as Mac rocked his hips ever so slightly back, and fed more of this massive staff into the lust addled stallion.
Macintosh’s celestial shaft, the girth mainly, spread that once virgin hole to widths Trend had never dreamed of. It plunged further into his depths, eliciting a moan of pleasure and pain as it forced him wide.
The red farm boy was careful, but when you’re monster sized, it sometimes doesn’t matter how slow you go, there will be some pain.
Macintosh sunk more of his endowment into the wanting rump, and Trend groaned with every inch added. His medial ring caressed the far stretched hole. Macintosh eased back and forth again, causing Trenderhoof to let out loud moans that echoed in the barn as he shifted his insides.
With no warning, Mac thrust forward, forcing his medial ring in and cramming his hole ever wider. Trend’s mouth was wide open is soundless scream as the sudden pain eased into pleasure and he found himself moaning again.
Macintosh snorted as he felt his cock head hit something, with only a few inches left to go, he pulled back and sank himself in again, hitting it again.
“Oh, Mac, I think that’s as far as I can take you!” howled out Trend as Mac continued his propping thrusts. He had never imagined this feeling of being so full, being so satisfied.
Macintosh leaned forward, grabbing an ear between his teeth and biting down, “That’s too bad, for you.” He growled around it.
Firm flanks toned from a life of hard work swung back mightily, retracting the entire cock save for the head, that stayed lodged in Trenderhoof’s wide spread ass. Said stallion on bottom cried out as the feeling of being full left, replacing him with emptiness and a craving for it back.
Macintosh was oh-so willing to give it back.
Ramming forward, he spread him even wider as he sank his massive cock into the little stallion, cramming so much sheer mass of cock in him. Trenderhoof screamed like a mare at the rough thrust, which transitioned into a deep moan as he rocked back. He felt so full, and then unbelievably empty until Macintosh rammed his beautiful flesh sword back into him. He screamed each time that massive cock bottomed out in his ass, their hips still a few inches apart. Never in his life had he imagined this feeling so good, or that he would experience it, or that he could even take a cock this big up his ass.
Macintosh quickly settled into a vicious rhythm, one where he mercilessly rammed the entirety of his length as far as he could over and over into the little stallion. Each time, his ass allowed more, easing more of that massive member into his body, pushing his stomach even further out.
Trend didn’t need to see it, he could feel his stomach bulging out with each herculean thrust. He thanked every god he could think of for horse cocks and lubrication.
Trend’s world was thrown into a very narrow view of only a view things.
Macintosh’s lungs pumping like a bellows over his head.
His barrel chest pressing down on his back.
And the mammoth rod pumping him back and forth as he bounced back and forth on it, tongue hanging out and swaying with the thrusts as he screamed.
If anything, Macintosh was true to his word, and Trend could hear his screams of pleasure bouncing through the barn and back to them as Mac ruthlessly pumped his hole. The vested stallion knew that his ass was going to be useless to him tomorrow, except maybe to get fucked again.
Unbeknownst to Trend down below, Macintosh was pistoning harder and deeper with each thrust, determined to sink the rest of his cock meat into his ass.
Just another inch to go, and both stallions could feel each other racing to a eruptive climax.
Macintosh roared at the top of his lungs like a primal beast, and planted his fore hooves on Trend’s shoulders, powering all the way out of his ass. His dick hung there, hovering over his gaping hole as Trend cried for it to be put back in.
And then he stepped into his thrust, ramming forth with every ounce of strength he possessed while rotating his hips out to achieve maximum depth. Macintosh’s firm hips slammed into the slender ones, jolting the stallion forward. Trend’s mouth was open in shock and air rushed through as he soundlessly screamed in pure bliss.
Mac rocked back and did it again, while Trenderhoof regained his voice, and he used it to the max, calling out the farm boy’s name to the heavens as Macintosh rammed rods of electricity up his ass and into his brain, impairing his thought to one thing. He was about to cum.
He think he said it, or rather, he think he screamed it out, but who knows what came out of his mouth with this stud hammering into him. Trenderhoof blew his load as he cried out in ecstasy, and strings of cum landed upon the bale of hay.
Trenderhoof’s mind exploded in white bliss, as he shut his eyes, clenching every muscle in his body and squeezed on the horse cock in his ass with every fiber of his being. His cock spat forth another huge volley of sticky spunk to coat the hay bale he was being railed on.
He shook uncontrollably, and Macintosh hammered away, breaking through his orgasmic bliss, doing the impossible and making Trenderhoof’s cock go rigid again.
Macintosh’s balls churned, begging for release, to fill the nearly comatose stallion with his viral seed. Mac slammed his hips into his partner’s, finally giving over fully to animalistic instinct.
He howled like a wolf, and pumped three last times into the clenching ass and rammed to a stop, before unleashing a torrent of cum.
The first spurt alone nearly filled Trend up, and as he felt that flood of fluid rush in his well fucked cave, he came again, painting yet more seed onto the poor hay bale.
But Mac was no where near close to finished.
His second spurt bulged out Trend’s stomach as it filled him past the brim, and a small amount forced its way past the super tight seal of Trend’s anus to run down his balls and cock.
Macintosh eased back, making room in the overtaxed ass as his third and fourth shot filled it to overflowing. His head rocked out with an audible pop and cum flowed like a river out of his used ass, dripping down both legs, his cock and balls, all to mingle in a pool of splooge at Trenderhoof’s hoofs.
The onyx cock, covered in cum, was flared to the max and still firing. Yet more strings flew through the air to land on Trend's, coating it, marking it as his. Macintosh flopped onto his back, squishing his cock between his still spread cheeks, and the dick twitched, forcing yet more sticky cum between their bodies.
Finally, after so much cum erupted from his engorged balls, Macintosh was spent, and his godly gift deflated whilst being retracted back into his body. He rolled off the hay and pulled Trenderhoof with him, who yelped in surprise.
“Mac?” breathed out Trenderhoof as he settled on the stall floor, cuddling him.
“Hmm?” he responded with a rumble.
“That was perfect, we gotta do it again sometime.”
That smirk returned to Macintosh’s face, “Now that’s something I can guarantee.”
And on that note, both cum covered stallions nestled close, falling asleep in each others’ hooves.
