(be warned this part will contain graphic adult content and the rating of this story HAS CHANGED)

Caramel was out of the barn faster than anypony there had ever seen the young stallion move. It had all been too overwhelming, he wasn’t a member of the Apple Family, nor was he related to anypony there; everything about his life and the way he had lived it up till this day had been an absolute lie. He was living the life of a stallion that was never born, a life that wasn’t his.

Caramel had, in all fairness, never known himself to run as fast as he was now; with his limbs being as numb as they felt he would later decide that it had been an impressive feat. Where he was running Caramel had no idea, he would know when got there; for now all the beige stallion wanted to focus on was getting as far away from that barn as he could, the trees of the orchard going past him in a violent blur of mahogany and emerald.

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Macintosh took to chase after Caramel immediately when the withered, faded hoof of Jonagold stopped him.

“I think we need to give him a time to think.” The elderly pony with his coat of faded sandpaper said, his voice quivering with the exhaustion of his earlier speech. His bronze-gold eyes widening by the look of almost outright indignation on Macintosh’s face as he pulled his flank away from his Grand-Uncle. There was a rage in that red face that was untamed and bubbling up to the surface. “He needs time to sort this out on his own, nothing we can say will-``

“With all due respect, I think we’ve seen what happens when we don’t talk to ponies when they need it the most.” Macintosh said in his deep, powerful voice; more words than Jonagold had ever heard the silent stallion string together in one sentence. With that Macintosh was gone after Caramel, a bolt of red lightning cleaving through the orchard.

Sighing Jonagold rubbed his hoof over his mane with an exasperated look, he felt tired and old… more tired and far older than he had ever felt before. He felt himself falling back onto his haunches, kicking up some sand coloured dust from the barn floor which mingled with his coat seamlessly. The afternoon sun was fading to a dark yellow and cut its way through the gaps in the wood that made the Apple Family barn giving the entire room a sickening delicious gold tint.

“Did I do the right thing…?” the old pony asked looking to his sister, eyes heavy for some reason; he couldn’t remember a time when he had felt so tired… save one time long ago when he had turned his son away from his home for the life he had chosen to live… It felt the same but it was a different story now, this was a happy one…Jonagold thought looking to Granny Smith.

“Ah think you did.” Applejack said softly, but with deep consideration, as she always did when dealing with matters beyond her control. Jumping down from her shadowed spot on top of a hay pile she entered the filtering light of the setting sun. Her eyes were puffed up slightly, it had been an emotional day for everypony, and there was a bit of dirt along her orange coat blemishing on her cutiemark but a little dirt never bothered a pony like Applejack. “For bettah or worse Ah think you did the right thing Jonagold and they’ll see it too, they’re just powerfully sore.” She said with a flick of her tail she whipped away some of the dirt on her coat and turned to leave. “Ah have to go get Applebloom from Rarity’s and tell Toffee the news, you two make it home safe. Ah’ll get Toffee and we can have supper together.”

With that the mare was gone leaving the two old sods to themselves in the barn for a long silence of deep consideration that can only come in the moments of clarity gifted by age.

“I suppose…that Applejack is right.” Jonagold said giving his mane a shake, dust spreading from the action as he forced himself to his tired old legs. “Let’s go inside Maria.” He said giving her a nudge, her aged body hinging loudly as a result.

“I have a feeling it’s going to be a long road coming… isn’t it Jona?” Grannysmith asked as she leaned on her brother for support, just as much as he leaned back their weight pressed together in perfect balance.

“Aye, it will.” He said his voice deep with resolve, eyes forward to the sun hiding behind the mountain in the distance. “But we’ll take it side-by-side… like we always do little sis.” He said giving his younger sister a gentle nudge, making their way to the house.

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Macintosh panted as he chased after the blur of brown which was cutting a path through the trees without care, never had he seen Caramel move so easily; the smaller pony always seemed so nervous of running into objects…

Breathless he tried to call out Caramel’s name but the resounding boom of his voice was lost in the crisp evening air. The sun was just teasing the distant mountain with its warm embrace, the wind picking up as night began to fall; somewhere the White and Black princesses began their ritual of setting the sun and raising the moon once again, unknowing of the lovers chasing after each other through the orchard. The tree’s green leaves turned the golden light down against the ponies sprinting through the trees covering them in amber reminiscent to prehistoric life; the moon’s white light began to pierce through the fading sunlight, amber turning to liquid marble.

Gasping Caramel collapsed, having been unaware of his pursuer having thought (much like Jonagold) that he would be left alone; now that he was no longer sprinting at full tilt with his blood and the wind howling in his ears he could make out the thunderous clop of Macintosh. Lucky for Caramel he had moved to the side and collapsed against a nearby tree for Big Mac barrelled through the path like a cannon tearing through the spot where Caramel had been just moments before; shattering the air and what Caramel believed to be the sound barrier.

Panting Caramel leaned against the thick tree his eyes half closed, noticing that Macintosh was panting as hard he opted to catch his breath; as did his blood red lover.

Panting the two stallions took almost five minutes to calm down; the adrenaline of the run mixed with the emotions of the meeting had their blood pounding in their ears and hearts throbbing in their throats. Slowly they laid down in the rich, green grass of spring as the sun sunk completely away and the world of Equestria was painted in the soft white glow of Luna’s moon.

“What was the meaning of that…?” Macintosh asked staring into Caramel as he calmed down, laying in the grass opposite of the beige stallion who was resting his head still catching his breath.

“I thought I’d need some time alone…” Caramel whispered turning his face fully against the tree, feeling his face flush in embarrassment at how he had acted. Yes, he was not a member of the Apple Family proper but he was still Caramel… now that he had a moment of silence he was able to fully comprehend that fact.

Maybe it had been the run, the violent pounding of his hooves against the earth, as if he was striking out at it with every ounce of his frustration and confusion that the earth pony now found himself completely, and utterly spent on an emotional level. It was an amazing euphoria he was in, without the fears and pains of his emotions which had been trampled into the ground with his run. For the first time since Jonagold had revealed the truth of himself to himself Caramel was able to think; his mind was not just a scrambled mess of remembering’s and lies he felt he didn’t deserve. It was like a knife in his heart however, clear though his mind was it was still a haunting realization that he wasn’t connected to the ponies that he had considered family, the ponies that had considered him family. It all seemed to matter very little, though it hurt all the same. Caramel could make out the words of the day, and know that he was still welcome on the farm, even if he could not inherent it (a horrifying thought that honestly was a relief off his shoulders)… there was something inside of him that was arguing, though weakly that, even if he had been living a lie all of his life the lie itself wasn’t that far away from the truth.

He was still the same pony, who did the same things, moved the same way and had the same feelings… Caramel was just no longer an Apple. It was this that, he would realize, that cut the deepest, he had a family; a loving community that had accepted him and all of his screw ups and now that community was gone. Yes, locally he was sure that his family, those who had been close to him would remain the same to him, and Toffee was indeed his sister (if only half a sister), but there was a sense of loss as a whole; like a ghost limb lingering long after it had been dismembered.

Warmth interrupted his thoughts just was he was beginning to self-reflect on the pony he was now and the pony he had always been; it was a kind of magical warmth that had flowed readily into him at the mere touch. Macintosh had pushed his head against Caramel’s exposed neck, his face still turned away; a strong hoof sliding down his back, shiver inducing.

“Eenope.” Macintosh said in a deep simple matter, knowing that Caramel didn’t need to be alone; even if the other stallion wanted that. He needed to be loved, and held… he needed Macintosh and nothing was gonna keep him away.

Caramel, coming to the same realization was flushing rather brilliantly and leaned away from the tree pushing himself against his red companion.

“You recognize this tree…?” Macintosh asked, leaning his face up from Caramel’s neck burrowing it in the other’s mane. There was an electric spike down Caramel’s spine and a soft swoon as he looked around trying to recall where he had seen such a large and powerful tree. Caramel released a sharp whiny, thick plume of steam erupting from his mouth in the cooling night air as he felt Macintosh biting along the back of his neck teasingly, what was it about the tree again? He was having a hard time focusing through Macintosh’s gentle and underdone actions; the softness of them only amplifying their effect on Caramel.

A flash of Macintosh bucking into nothing but air and injuring his side painfully striking at Caramel as the tree itself flashed a brilliant green in the dull moonlight, a gasp prevented immediate response for Macintosh had moved to gently chewing at his throat. Caramel had found out early on in their relationship how sensitive his neck was to the other’s nibbling and it was something that Big Mac rarely missed an opportunity to do. “This… this is the tree where you got hurt?” Caramel panted through the pleasure moving his hind leg up a bit to hide himself feeling exceptionally naked now as the warmth of Macintosh’s hoof stroked down along his spine to his flank; uttering a soft meep.

“Eenope…” Macintosh growled, at least it felt like a growl to Caramel, the deep baritone resonating in his throat making him swoon and lean into the other’s teasing teeth. Caramel shivered and quaked against Macintosh as the stallion began to kiss his way lover, over Caramel’s beige chest. This was the tree he was sure of it, though at the moment his thoughts were more focused on the tongue probing its way across his stomach; tightening his legs on impulse. It was an amazing medicine, Caramel could only feel Big Mac, every emotion going through the big stallion was transferred into his smaller counterpart by his thick broad tongue which had explored its way lower. Letting loose a whimper Caramel looked down to Macintosh, his cheeks burning hot with an intensity to match the blood red of Mac’s coat, tightening his legs was hiding very little given their positions. “This is the tree were ye said ye loved me.” Macintosh said planting another one of his teasing kisses right beside what Caramel had been trying to hide.

Caramel whimpered hard; breathe escaping in a rough gasp as he felt his lover’s mouth slide around his exposed, flared cock. His long brown, yellow spotted shaft disappearing slightly as it slid its way into Macintosh’s mouth; the hot force of Mac’s tongue sliding over the throbbing, solid member. Fighting the urge to wrap his hind legs around Macintosh’s neck and grip him tightly Caramel pushed his back against the thick, overbearing tree for support as the new feelings assaulted his system. He and Macintosh had, as Toffee had described it “made-out” a few times, but they had never crossed this line before; Caramel found himself questioning why he would ever wait for something that felt so good.

Twitching Caramel bit his lip violently as he felt Macintosh begin to bob slightly, the wet warmth of a flat tongue curled around his shaft. Strong hooves pressed against his legs pushing them aside allowing Macintosh more access to the throbbing member which was wrapped in his lips. The big stallion’s eyes were closed as he pushed his head down its length before pulling back slightly; coiled tongue dragging along the taut flesh, absorbing the taste.

Macintosh pushed his face further down taking Caramel in, feeling beneath the skin the subtle build-up of his lover’s juices preparing for release. Groanging a little making the hot penis in his mouth vibrate violently he gently brushed his teeth across the flesh, in a teasing manner; just like he would any other part of Caramel’s body. The reaction was quite rewarding as thick, hot semen began erupting into the back of his throat. Coughing on it a bit he pulled back, drinking what happened to land in his mouth the rest he allowed to fall to the grass bellow; moving up to his feet Macintosh looked down at his shivering lover. Caramel was flushed almost completely from head to toe and shivering in the throes of his orgasm, his eyes on Macintosh seeming lost in a kind of bliss induced trance. With a loving kiss and nudge Macintosh spoke, without words as he was wont to do, informed Caramel what to do next.

The beige stallion stood up and put his front against the tree standing up on his hind legs to make it easier; unable to not eye the thick black penis swinging between his lover’s legs. Shivering Caramel released a hissing breath of pleasure as he felt that flared penis push against his rectum and the gentle biting of Macintosh’s teeth on the back of his neck. There was a sharp groan as Macintosh moved into a full mounting position and forced his way into Caramel, his forehooves up against the tree far above his lover for support as he began his movements. Caramel latched onto the tree with his teeth to stifle his moaning as Macintosh began to move, feeling the hot member spreading him felt so foreign…there was a wetness to it that Caramel had not expected which was acting as a lubricant. Gasping for air Caramel let loose a primordial groan as Macintosh began to speed up in his bucking, the long member filling up his insides perfectly.

The massive red stallion gaining speed, his hooves falling down to Caramel’s hips to help increase his speed as he approached his climax; the tightness of his lover like nothing the farmcolt had ever experienced before.

Caramel let loose a swoon as he felt the buildup inside his lover’s cock, the prelude to release was swelling all too much inside the long black shaft which was wedged within his body. With a final thrust ( and a rather violent bite of Caramel’s ear) Macintosh began to relieve himself into his lover, the force of his orgasm almost viciously pushing his cock out of the other’s ass. White, thick jets of semen poured out over the tree and the grass in pools as he finished his orgasm his legs suddenly feeling as if he had bucked the entire orchard himself.

With heavy breaths the two lovers collapsed against one another sore and tired from the long day and their passionate love making, though both of their lives would be drastically changing from here on out there would be one thing that always remained the same.

They had each other.

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Caramel and Macintosh walked up to Sweet Apple Acres shortly after the three elders had left, meeting Jonagold, toffee and Granny Smith outside as they moved about their daily routines to do what they always did on the farm. Buck apples.

The trio looked at the two stallions as the stumbled out of the orchard with more than feigning interest, there were awkward stares and a gentle cough. Toffee quickly excused herself, there would be time for her later she decided and Macintosh gave her a nod, motioning for Toffee and his Grandmother to join him back in the field, feeling more than refreshed enough to buck some trees after the night he had just experienced. Leaving just Caramel and Jonagold alone.

Caramel looked to his ‘Grandfather’ and allowed his emotions to sort themselves out, he wasn’t angry any more… and after the night with Macintosh he certainly felt a lot less lost, but he was still a foreigner trapped within the Apple Family traditions and net now and he was unsure of how to handle being an outcast of something that had been so crucial to his development.

Jonagold spoke first. “You should probably take today off, head to the farm and clear your head.” He said awkwardly, the elderly stallion making sure his eyes landed anywhere that wasn’t Caramel.

Sighing Caramel gave his grandfather a withered smile, yes this man was his grandfather he decided. He saw no reason for that to change now. “I’m not angry…or hurt. Just a little lonely.” Caramel said, explaining his feelings bluntly for his grandfather to understand without misinterpretation. “Thank you, Grandfather… defending me like that took a lot of courage and I won’t forget it.”

There as a pause between them as they both considered the weight of their actions and what they were going to do now. Just as Jonagold was about to look at Caramel he found a beige arm wrapped around his shoulder pulling him. \

“Let’s go, we have apples to buck.” Caramel said sweetly pulling his grandfather along towards the journey that he was doomed to live. Hardship, strife, laughter and love hiding just beyond the bend.