It was too damn hot. I don’t get those weather ponies. Autumn is supposed to be cool, so we can get the harvest in without getting heat stroke. So what did they do? They made it hot as August in the middle of October. It didn’t make sense. I had half a mind to go up to that lush Rainbow Dash and give her a piece of my mind. But it wouldn’t have done any good. Talkin’ ain’t never done nobody any good. You just gotta do the best with what you’re given.

At least the sun was going down. It’d cool off a little, soon.

Caramel dragged an bushel of apples up to our cart, and tossed it in near the back. “Cart’s full, Boss. You wanna take it to the barn?”

“Eyup.”

I had a look at the apples, checking they were packed properly, and weren’t gonna roll out while I was pulling it. Poked the cart a few times, just to make sure. Then I slid into the yoke, buckled myself in, and started walking.

Caramel walked along next to me. We’d both sweated barrels in the hot weather, and the rich, metallic, rugged smell of the sturdy little guy was making my cock stir in its sheath.

Caramel glanced down at my belly, and then grinned up at me. “You need any help, Boss?”

“Nope.” I grinned. This was a one horse hitch; there wasn’t room for him, unless he wanted to walk underneath me. Maybe that was what he wanted. I wouldn’t mind.

He trotted out a little way front of me. Hot or not, it was a beautiful day. The sun was bright, the birds were singing, there was the faintest tease of a cool breeze now and then. The leaves had changed, but hadn’t been taken down yet, and they looked nice against the clear blue sky. Caramel was a pretty sight at this angle, too. I didn’t much care for the girly way he wore his mane and tail, but he had a nice plot on him — I could watch the muscles shift and twist under his horseshoe cutie mark all the way back to the barn.

So I started watching. “Hey Caramel. How’d you get that horseshoe cutie mark, anyway?”

“‘Cause I’m always gettin’ lucky!” He lifted his tail at me, showing me his balls and his little ponut. He waggled them teasingly, then he took off running.

Did he think he could outrun me just because I was pulling a cart? I took off right after him. The cart bounced and shivered behind me, its old wooden sides not liking the little jog I was taking us on. And maybe we lost an apple or two. But it held together.

Now, I ain’t no coltcuddler. Let’s get that straight. But I’m a healthy stallion. I got appetites. Cheerilee don’t understand that. She thinks we ought to save ourselves, to make it special when we’re married. Like I’m even ready to get married. Sure, one day I wanna settle down and have some foals — nice tough little colts and fillies to help me run the farm. And Cheerilee’d make a good mom for ‘em. But there’s just too many fine flanks in the world that I wanna get to know better, first. And I don’t think I’ll ever get to know Caramel’s flanks well enough.

He was waiting for me when I pulled up to the gate.

Caramel grinned at me as I shuffled through. “Winded, Boss?”

“Nope,” I lied. Running with that cart was maybe a little harder than I’d anticipated.

Caramel helped me unhitch, his teeth tugging at the fur of my chest as he threaded the strap out of the buckle. It made the hair of my mane stand on end. “Should we unpack? It is it gettin’ late.”

I shook myself out like a dog, getting some of the sweat out of my fur. “Nope. It’ll keep.”

Caramel looked at me with wicked thoughts in his eyes. “Anything else you want me to do, now?”

“Eyup. Get the lube.” And I nipped him on the plot.

The little stud grinned, and bolted off to where we keep the stuff for when the cows are calving. I stretched, and stepped into the darkness of the barn. AJ and Apple Bloom were out in the south field; we should have half an hour or so before they got back. And Granny was usually busy with dinner about this time.

So I stood around, chewing a piece of straw, and thought about putting my dick in Caramel’s ass until he trotted back with a bucket of birthing goo in his mouth. AJ had had Twilight mix that stuff up for us special, and it was damn near miraculous when you needed to get large objects through tight openings.

I was good and hard from my little think, so Caramel set to work rubbing that stuff all over my cock with his hooves. I shuddered, feeling those soft, leathery hooves gliding over me. Nice thing about stallions is, they know what feels good to another stallion. And what doesn’t. So he makes sure my flare is nice and sloppy, but he’s gentle with the balls. Real gentle. He lubes ‘em up too, though. Not that we need it; I just like the way it feels.

“Ready Boss,“ he said, soft and sexy like the girl he ain’t. I snorted, shoved him over towards the back corner of the barn, and pushed my forehead up under his tail, knocking him down so his head was in the hay and his ass was in the air. Now, like I said, I’m not a coltcuddler, but I do like me a nice wide, hard ass and a big ol’ pair of balls, and Caramel has got both. I nuzzled those balls, inhaling deep, smelling the sweet sweat on ‘em. I slid out my tongue, and weighed one with it — nice and full and sloshy with cum.

“Oh Boss. Please don’t stop,” Caramel moaned. And I didn’t really want to. But we only had so much time, and I don’t like to feel hurried. So I gave that hard, sweet stallion ass a couple of nips that he’d feel for a week, and stepped up over him. I bumped my flare up against his rear, nudging it in between his cheeks, feeling the soft fur and softer skin against my hard cock.

“A little higher, Boss.”

I grunted, and pushed up a bit, and he gave a deep, shuddering moan, and I was in that tight backside.

I like stallions. I like mares, too, mind you — they’re soft and sweet and you don’t need near as much lube, at least not if you’re goin’ in the way nature intended. But with stallions, I don’t have to hold back as much. I flexed my thighs, and pushed, pressing myself deep into Caramel’s insides. He moaned into the hay, trying to muffle his voice so Granny Smith didn’t hear. No takin’ it slow, no bein’ gentle. Caramel was a good little farmhoof, and I knew from long experience he could take anything I could dish out. I bore down on him, driving into his hot, silky guts, deeper than I’d dare with any mare. I shoved into him until my balls were lying on top of his, and then kept hammering with short little thrusts.

Caramel gasped into the hay, sweat matting his fur, eyes rolling to look back at me. “Boss… you’re gonna break me… I love it. Feels so good. Don’t stop…”

“Ain’t gonna stop ’til I’m good and ready.” I grinned down at the sweaty fur of his neck and cheek. I noticed my thrusting was pushing him through the hay, so I pushed a little harder, shoving him forward a full four hooves until his head was banging up against the barn wall with a series of reverberating, hollow thumps, and pretty soon I started to feel that familiar boiling in my balls.

“Oh Boss! Oh Boss! You fuck me so good Boss! So good and deep!”

And I came. The white hot feeling burned through my body, followed quickly by the satisfying feeling of my balls unloading, shooting what felt like a gallon of jizz into the colt’s ass.

I began to pull out, nice and slow — I’m pretty tender after I come, and of course it hurts like tartarus if somebody pulls out of your ass too fast. Not that I’d know, but that’s what they tell me. I’m no coltcuddler.

“Can I suck myself off, Boss?”

“Eyup. Soon as I’m out.” Caramel’s a long little fella. And flexible. He rolled onto his side, and bent around until he could put his lips over the end of his pulsing, drooling flare. He nestled his hooves up against it on either side, and started bobbing his head as fast as he could. Watching him was making my cock starting to get hard again already.

He could only take the first few inches lying on his side like this, so I decided to be a pal and roll him upright with my hoof, so he could go a little deeper, and so I could see his plot better. He was curled up almost double, his head pressed into the hay a hoof or so from his rear hooves.

I leaned in to lick his balls again. They were even fuller than when we started; the skin almost taut. I could smell my own cum inside his ponut. I ran my tongue over his taint the way he likes, and that was enough for him. With a grunt and a gurgle, he was shooting in his own mouth.

I laughed, and nudged him on the plot with my nose so hard that he lost his balance. He landed in the hay, and his dick popped out of his mouth and started spraying his nose and cheeks.

Caramel just beamed up at me. He was really cute with streaks of cum all over his face. “You’re hard again.”

“Eyup.”

He reached a hoof out greedily for my dick. “I need more cum. I wanna suck it.”

So I stepped over his face, and he took me into his mouth. The warm sweet feeling of the inside of his mouth slid up the first few hooves of my dick. He didn’t even seem to mind that it’d just been up his ass. I ain’t no coltcuddler, but this colt? I could keep him forever.

“Applejack, it’s that weird smell again!”

Fuck me sideways. They’re home early! The thought of my sisters seein’ me like this made me instantly floppy. Caramel hopped to his hooves, his own cum dripping from his chin, his eyes wide.

“Wash up,” I rumbled, “I’ll stall ‘em.” Caramel bolted, and I took a deep breath and stepped up to the barn door. My dick was still hanging out, but if they said anything, I’d just tell ‘em I’d been taking a piss. Hopefully the fillies wouldn’t spend too long looking at their brother’s dick anyway. I leaned casually against the doorframe and watched AJ pull the cart up, Apple Bloom sitting on the edge of the wagon munching a honey crisp. She looked over at me, then immediately started cracking up laughing. I glared at her.

“Hot damn, Big Mac. You’re huge! Is that your dingle, or you have a firehose up your ass?” Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Hey, why are you so shiny?”

Applejack snapped, “Apple Bloom! You go get washed up for dinner RIGHT NOW. Your brother and I have to have a talk.”

“Yes’m,” Apple Bloom squeaked, and bolted for the farmhouse.

Applejack let herself out of her harness, and stepped over to me. She looked me straight in the eye, and I looked right back. Totally calm. Eyup.

“How was the buckin’? Good?” she asked, craning her neck to look behind me in the barn.

“Eyup.”

“And after the buckin’ was done, there wouldn’t have happened to have been any shenanigans, would there? Especially not any shenanigans I would be morally obligated to tell Cheerilee about?”

“Nope.”

“‘Cause my nose is tellin’ me shenanigans. Smelly, sweaty, stallion shenanigans. The sort of thing that oughtn’t be goin’ on at a workin’ farm. But I know my own brother wouldn’t lie to me. Right?”

“Nope.”

Applejack narrowed her eyes at me. “Well. If you find out that there were any of those kind of shenanigans going on around here, I’d ask you to pass along the word to those involved that they ought’a take more care that Apple Bloom don’t see ‘em. She’s too young to be exposed to that sort of thing. Understand?”

“Eyup.”

My sister turned and trotted away, head up and neck stiff, all prim and proper. I just grinned. What was she going to do? Fire me? I work hard. I deserve a good tumble when I want one. No use tellin’ her that, though. Talkin’ never did nobody any good.

Then I remembered what she said about telling Cheerilee, and the bottom fell out of my stomach. It ain’t right — element of honesty or not, family oughtn’t rat out family that way. But she might do it, just the same. And then there’d be tartarus to pay. No wedding, no foals, no funny schoolteacher to make me laugh every day for the rest of my life.

Nothing I could do about it if Applejack decided to go that way, though. So I shook my head and went in for supper.

———

We had a good supper. Haypie and apple fritters. After dinner, Caramel and I took a jug of cider out to the hillside to look at the stars.

“You think they’re evil?”

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“The stars, I mean. The scriptures say they helped Nightmare Moon escape. Lots of ponies say they mean us all ill, and it’s only ‘cause they’re so far away that we’re safe from them.”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re probably right. I mean, by lettin’ Nightmare Moon free, they gave Twilight the chance to bring Luna back, right?”

I shook my head again. “Nope.”

Caramel gave me a funny look like I had better explain myself.

I took a deep breath. “I recon the stars ain’t good nor evil. They just are what they are. If they let Nightmare Moon go, then it was just them bein’ stars, and doing what stars do. Same reason they shine at night. They are what they are.”

Caramel nodded.

“Ponies are like that, too,” I finished, and took a swig of cider. All that talking made my throat hurt.

“Well,” said Caramel, rolling over so that he was reclining with his head near my belly. “If that’s the case, then what I am is a pony who likes to suck big stallion dicks. And I didn’t get to finish you, this afternoon.”

I grinned. “Eyup.”

I lay back in the grass, hooves tucked up near my chest, legs splayed, all spread out like a centerfold in a magazine. I watched Caramel nuzzle and kiss his way across my thigh and side, and then worm his muzzle up underneath my rapidly hardening cock. He flipped his head, flopping my dick up and in his general direction, and caught it in his mouth, like Winona’ll do with a biscuit if you lay it on her snout. I shivered all over as I felt his warm, hot mouth wrap around my flare. His leathery hooves wrapped around the base of my cock, holding it steady as he bobbed on the end, going deeper and deeper with every stroke. I was always amazed how much of me he could take — Apple Bloom was right about my dick; it does look like a fire hose, but from the right angle, Caramel can swallow fully half of it, and that’s almost as much of it as I can get in even the biggest mare’s pussy.

I reached out and wrapped my left hoof around Caramel’s dick, pulling it up against my thigh and tugging gently on it. We lay like that for a long time. The moon lit Caramel’s face from behind, so that I couldn’t see much more than the gentle motion of his head, and how wide he had to open his jaw to get me in. He came first, bucking between my thigh and my hoof until his cream started to spurt, landing hot on my belly and spattering softly but audibly on the grass on the other side of me. The feeling made me groan, and in less than a minute my balls were pulling up, and I was squirting inside his mouth, feeling his throat work as he swallowed every drop.

He knows I don’t like kissing or cuddling, so when we were done, he just rolled over next to me, and we lay there, relaxing and feeling the hot cum cooling on our bodies.

“So Boss? I got something serious I gotta talk about.”

I sighed. I had enough of these kind’a talks with Cheerilee. “Nope.”

Caramel sat up. “Boss. Please.”

I sighed again. Fine. “Eyup.”

“Well, I know how you like fillies better’n colts. And you’re engaged to Cheerilee.”

For over a year, and still counting, yeah. I was never going to be able to afford the kind of wedding she wanted. “Euyup.”

“Well I met a guy. A big strong stallion, just like you. He’s a rodeo pony, so he comes and goes a lot, but…” Caramel smiled at me. “I really love him. And I think he loves me, too.”

All this sappy, girly stuff made my eyes water. I suddenly wished I had Smarty Pants with me.

“So, we’re thinking of getting married. I’d still work here for a while, at least until we’ve got enough saved up to buy some land of our own. And… he says he don’t mind if you and I do stuff while he’s away. He might even let you join in when he is here. Says he likes big stallions.”

I sat up, and wiped my eyes dry with the back of my hoof. I get awful allergies this time of year.

Caramel sat up, too, and put his arm across my shoulder. “Sorry, Boss.”

“Naw. I’m happy for you.” I stood up. “I’m gonna get cleaned up and ready for bed.”

Caramel nodded. “See you in the morning, Boss.”

Why was I feeling so blue? Nothing was gonna change. Except that Caramel was gonna go away, soon enough. I’d see him after that, sure, but it wouldn’t be like working with him every day. And that Caramel didn’t love me. Worst of all, there was no one I could talk to about it, because I wasn’t supposed to be doin’ him in the first place.

But it’s all right. Talkin’ never did nobody any good. You just gotta do the best with what you’re given. So I went up to my room, got in bed, and pulled Smarty Pants in under the covers with me.

But I couldn’t fall asleep.