You're stayin' in Appleoosa a pony out of his element from the city. You step out of your carriage your little bag clutched in your teeth like a shield against the unknown. A pony walks up to you, his yellow coat shining like the sun, a winning smile dominating his features under brilliant green eyes. "Howdy there, welcome to Appleloosa, you must be that city pony come to help us with the taxes. Come on here, I'll show you to the place you'll be stayin'. He turns and walks to the north, you follow behind, looking all all the the ponies milling about, nowhere near as busy as the city you were used to, the dusty roads far different from the streets you knew. You were a strange pony in a strange land. As you turn to concentrate more on where you're going something catches your eye. The stallion in front of you...he has a very nice ass...I mean...you weren't gay or anything...but...you could appreciate it I mean come on...being a cowpony he must get a lot of exercise, his legs are toned and strong, leading up to that plot, which somehow manages to look soft despite the toned features. He walks with an easy confidence in his stride his long...slightly swaying...stride...left...right...left right...that ass is just as perky as the rest of him seems to bem and shakes just a little with each trotting step. B-but you were just academically interested of course... I mean he must get all the fillies...yes...fillies..
I mean of course that's why you were looking...that's normal...perfectly normal healthy stallion behavior. You just wanna see what the competition is like...yeah...that's it...I mean just because he's got a nice ass doesn't mean you're interested...Perish the thought o- Hggkkktt! Your thoughts grind to a halt as you suddenly find that ass of his pressed against the front of your body. His sandy blond tail curled to the side, tickling your neck. You can feel the muscles underneath the more soft and giving flesh which melds along your front slightly, flat out hot from the sun beating down on the two of you. You look up to see him looking back at you, that same smile on his face, but a little...different. He chuckles.
"Whoops, should'a warned you we were stoppin, bit a trafic these days, eh partner?" He shrugged. "Still, no harm in a little contact between bucks," he steps forwards, his tail dragging along your cheek...by...accident right?...

You stood there for a moment trying to get your mouth to work...I mean...he couldn't see you blushing could he? Wait...why were you blushing? Uh...because it was awkward! Yeah...that's it. You shook any lingering thoughts you definitely DIDN'T have away and followed him. He'd led you to a modest house. You climbed up the porch and inside. Trying to look at everything except his backside, and trying to get you cheeks to cool down because they were warm from the...heat...outside...yeah. The interior was rather plain, mostly dominated by wood flooring, a couch, lamp, bookshelf and a few knick-knacks. You turned to see Braeburn smiling at you.
"Hope you like it!" he said in his usual way. Wait.. usual way? Why were you paying so much attention to his mannerisms? You just met him...ah well you'd always been attentive. You nodded, trying to find your voice, it'd been lost somewhere back on the porch.
"Um...yes...it's...nice."
The stallion nodded. "Well, guess I'll help you settle in...Oh! Come to think of it I never properly introduce M'self, I'm Braeburn. Now, lets get those saddlebags off. He trotted over and before you could tell him you didn't need any help he was at your side. His nimble earth pony lips undoing the straps of your saddlebags, right near your belly, occasionally brushing the sensitive skin. Good galloping griffons his lips were soft....You also couldn't help but notice that when he bent over to reach your saddlebags, it put his ass very close to your face. His cutiemark right under your chin, you could see where his back curved softly unto a supple haunch, his spine leading to the dock of his tail before sloping away into silky hair as it drifted over those toned cheeks. Those delicious toned chee- Wait..wait no...y-you didn't care about this kind of stuff...you..you need needed to think about fillies...about...stallion type things...Your saddlebags suddenly dropped away with a thud. The sound shaking you.

"There we go! Nice and comfy?" he asked, it took you several moments to answer, trying to get your head together. Come on! You couldn't be...interested...could you? I mean...you were reading too much into this...he couldn't be...
"Well, come on now leadfoot, let me show you around the house." he turned and started walking towards the stairs.
You shook your head again before following behind him. In the cooler air of the house you suddenly missed your saddlebags, you were naked now, normally it wouldn't bother you. I mean you were naked all the time right? It was the pony way...Why should you feel exposed now?...you shouldn't, you shouldn't feel nervous, you shouldn't be blushing, and you certainly shouldn't be looking at the way his cheeks move up and down as he climbs up those stairs. You really shouldn't. You came to the second floor, Braeburn looked at you over his shoulder, you were fairly certain the way his eyes were lidded was...simply because of the light coming into the window...his tail swished in a way you really weren't interested in. particularly the way it revealed his ass in all its totally not attractive glory.
"Let me show you our bedroom." he said simply.
You stiffened...T-the bedroom? Yes...yes the bedroom, where you could...catch a nap after your
long trip. That’s all....that’s all...
“Oh um yes...I am rather tired.” you mumbled.
You heard his deep southern chuckle echoing down the stairs to tickle your ears.
“Oh you ain’t tired yet partner...”
You blinked. Surely he meant that he had something else planned for you before he’d leave you to rest, something strenuous and tiring, something that would take a lot of energy. Somethin-
Oh Celestia.
The door to the bedroom opened and you really couldn’t do anything but follow and...you
know...see what happened. It’s not like there was any harm...partaking in some southern hospitality.

You watch him saunter in, over to the bed, your eyes should be roaming over the adorable cowboy themed wallpaper, the rocking chair in the corner, or the little lasso lamp on the nightstand. Instead your eyes were focused on the softly covered bed, and how Braeburn had his forelegs propped up on it, stretching his back out like a sleepy cat, making the muscles in his ass tense, the softness suddenly appearing as though it could crack walnuts with no trouble.

Ahh screw it.

You let out a bestial whinny, your legs pushing forwards before you know what you’re doing. You’re behind him in a second, your fun bit already hard and pulsing as it presses against that ass. He makes a surprised noise you’re pretty sure is fake

“Well my, my, my you up for some wrastlin’?” he chuckled shaking his rump back and forth against your member. Sweet Celestia the sensation almost knocks you off of him.

“Well I warn you partner...” He suddenly bucks, tossing you off him and onto the ground. Then he’s on top of you, his forehooves pinning yours back against the ground, his own stallionhood jutting out between his legs.Good lord it’s huge...it almost hits your nose....

“I’m mighty good at wrastlin’.” He chuckles, staring down at you as you watch it bob. “But since you’re new, I’ll give you the Apleloooosa welcome!

He turns you over, and goes to work.

You now have a thing for stallions

Author's Note

May do an continuing sexy ending if there's demand.