Hearts of Glass

by Yukigo Kurosaki

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Romance, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex
Length: 5814

Two stallions discover that everypony has needs of Friendship, but also some more more basic ones...

An earth pony, known only as Brandon, co-founds an adult toy shop with his cousin, Pinkie Pie, manufacturing his "masterpieces" of glass in a remote furnace outside Ponyville. But only when he receives a delivery of more sand does he realize how repressed he's kept his desires. Desires that are taboo in all of Equestria...

Warning: Stallion on Stallion Content, including rimjobs, blowjobs and anal sex.

Published 2012-02-15 09:04:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-02-15 23:17:49 UTC

Chapter 1

Story Picture property of Braeburned.tumblr.com. Currently looking for a fan picture that I can use that could actually go with the story! Winner will receive a free story, complements of me if he/she desires!

I'd like feedback as, I'm not new to writing, but I am to pony writing, and I know I could have done better. Oh, and this story includes none of the mane six. Sorry!

Read on though, you won't be disappointed! I think.

Oh, and I know next to nothing about glassmaking on a mass scale, so I just applied smelting and metallurgy knowledge and hoped for the best, I think it's mostly accurate though. Feel free to correct!

Brandon's sweat glistened in the flickering light of his furnace, wiping his face off with a hoof as his latest batch of liquefied sand flowed viscously into a crucible. Carefully, he poured the molten glass into one of his waiting molds, setting it aside for now.

"That's the last one for today, I think." He said with a huff, letting the furnace die for the night. He went to one of his cooled molds, splitting it open to see what it held. A glass stallionhood awaited in the opened mold. "Came out perfect." He noted with a proud nod, popping it out into his hoof. The back end of the phallus held a waste tail, where the mold was overfilled. He snapped it off, setting the member aside. He'd sand the sharp edge down to an innocent nub tomorrow.

Brandon was a simple pony with a simple name, muscular from lifting heavy sacks full of fine sand to and fro, muscles fairly visible under his brown fur and jet black mane. He'd never quite learned his last name, or even if he’d ever had one. He was just an earth pony, doing what he did best, according to his cutie mark, which held a depiction of a piece of red hot glass on the end of a blowing tube. He couldn’t really believe what he was doing now, making faux cocks for the fillies in Ponyville. It was certainly a difference from his old job at a quarry.

Brandon grew up with his cousin, the Element of Laughter, Pinkie Pie. That was before she was the crazy pony she is now. They worked day by day moving rocks around at the quarry for the Pie family. He guessed that, unless his own parents had married into a different family, his name would be Brandon Pie. He preferred to keep his last name hidden though, people had gotten used to not hearing it, and a lot of ponies didn’t have last names, like the famous Fluttershy for instance. He didn’t have his parents to ask anyway, they were killed in a rockslide at the very same quarry. It was dangerous work.

When Pinkie had discovered her cutie mark and her natural talent of throwing an amazing party and had moved away from the boring life, he decided it was his time too. He had always been a fairly proficient blacksmith’s apprentice. He took on a position with the Apple family’s blacksmith, but it was only when he started to experiment with glass did he realize what he was truly gifted at. After many years with the Apple family, he gave up his job to go open his own glass furnace.

He and Pinkie never dropped out of contact, and when she heard he had his own furnace, she dropped by with an idea, to make glass sex toys. Brandon was simple, but he certainly wasn’t dumb, and he could see the monetary potential in a town where fillies outnumbered colts by a large margin. He agreed, and the company started from there, with Pinkie in charge of sales and Brandon in charge of manufacturing.

He didn’t really mind making such... delicate objects. He hadn’t seen a lot of fillies down on Sweet Apple Acre’s, and he was scared to admit it, but over time he’d become very comfortable with the stallion body. Nobody knew of his sexual convictions, not even Pinkie. Fillies went with other fillies all the time in Equestria, but colt relationships were kept secret, a very rare taboo.

He pulled on his pack as the light from the furnace began to wane. A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Oh?” He pushed the door open with his nose, seeing a light grey stallion standing there, panting, sweat dotting his brow. “Are you... Brandon?” He asked wearily, cracking his neck. Behind him was a cart, filled with several heavy sacks.

“Eeyup...” Brandon said, then shook his head, bad habit he picked up from Big McIntosh. “I mean... yup, that’s me.”

“Ah, well... ah got a delivery fer you, here. Fifteen bags of extra fine sand from the Pie Quarry.”

Brandon looked them over briefly and nodded. “Thank you kindly, can you help me carry these inside the forge?”

The delivery stallion’s eyes lit up with a strange pleasure. “Sure can!” He exclaimed, pulling one bag off with his mouth and slinging it onto his back. He huffed and entered inside the hot room, sweat dripping off his brow. “Golly... these are sure heavy... what do you need so much sand fer? Can’t be that much demand fer fancy glass sculptures.”

Brandon helped, bringing in a couple at a time on his back. “It’s... a long story.”

“You sure? I got time.”

“Nah... trust me, I don’t think you want to know.”

“If ya say so...” He remarked, bringing in another bag. As Brandon passed the pony, he noticed for the first time his cutie mark, it was a wagon.

“Guess you really were destined to be a delivery colt, huh?”

He nodded as he trudged on, bags weighing on his back. “Ah like to pull my weight, makes me feel important, it’s a job that a lot of ponies don’t like to do, but ah can do it just fine.”

“Hope you don’t mind me asking... but... are you Appleloosan?” Brandon asked, curious to his accent.

“Yup!” The stallion answered quickly. “Name’s Ashmead... but you can call me Ash, if ye like. I don’t spend all too much time with the Apples, since my cutie mark turned out NOT to be an apple. We’re on good terms, though. I often pull their apples to other parts of Equestria, they pay well too.” He set down the last bag, groaning as he readjusted his back. “Hate to intrude... but... do ya have a sip of water? It’s been a very long trip... and sure is mighty hot in here...”

Brandon couldn’t help notice that Ash had his share of muscles too, and some powerful legs that trot through the miles and miles of Equestria who knows how many times. “Water...?” He said, a little dazed, then blinked. “Oh, water! Right, yes, of course.” He shook out his head, angry at himself for getting distracted. “Just because you haven’t seen anyone for months doesn’t mean you need to be going all stir crazy, Brandon.” He thought to himself.

Ashmead smiled and gave a respectful bow. “Mighty ‘preciated, partner.” Brandon trot outside, shivering at the difference in temperature. He never noticed how hot it was inside the forge until he stepped outside. He grabbed a bucket in his mouth and took it to an old, manual water pump. He pumped the stubborn thing hard, his mass shifting as his thick, tense muscles worked the stiff lever. “Ee...urp, there ya go... fresh water. No running water this far out, unfortunately.”

Ashmead glanced sidelong at the stallion as he pumped out the water. “T’ain’t no problem... hey, you mind if I call you Brandon?”

“Well, of course not, what else are you going to call me, I don’t have a last name.”

“Well, ah never know... some ponies can be sensitive about it. So... Brandon, you certainly are a strong stallion.”

Brandon gave a soft, proud smirk. “I used to work with a blacksmith, and at the quarry, so I do a lot of physical things, it takes a lot of effort to stay like this.” He brought the bucket over. “You’re not so bad yourself, but you do a lot of heavy deliveries, right?”

Ash took a big drink when he brought over the bucket, shaking out his head, delaying his response for a little while. “Yup.” He finally responded when he’d finished. “Thanks fer the drink... it’s mighty ‘preciated...”

“Hey, no problem... here, let me get you a tip.”

“Oh no... that’s not necessary!” Ash countered modestly.

“Ah inshist...” He mumbled, wrestling with a strap in his mouth, trying to get his pack off his back. At that moment, he chewed through his threadbare strap and the contents of his bag went spilling outward, a couple of books flopping spine up on the ground, drawings and sketches escaping across the dusty trail, traveling with the gentle wind. “Oh! Oh no! No no no no no!!” He shouted, quickly trying to scoop up all the sensitive materials. “Not good! Oooohhh shoot!”

Ash sprung into action. “Whoa, Nelly! Ah gotcha there!” He stamped down a few sketches as they began to blow away, covering them with his body and raking the rest in. “There we go... nothing lost, that was a close one!” He pushed them into a semi neat pile. “Whatcha got here...” He glanced over the drawings and blinked, then moved to the next, and the next, and the next. “What the... are these?” He glanced up, his voice trembling. “What the... hay? These look like... penises...”

Brandon opened and closed his mouth rapidly, trying to speak, to explain, but only managing to look like a fish. “They... are penises...” He finally admitted. “I run... a sex toy company.”

Ash brushed his thick mane shyly. “Oh... ah see... eh...heh. Wow... Guess it makes sense... so many fillies around here, after all.”

Brandon bobbed his head shyly. “Yeah, we get all kinds of business... mare couples... regular couples who want to spice up their sex life... adventurous stallions...” He cleared his throat, taking back his papers and shoving them into his pack, not even caring much that they’d be folded almost to ruin. Ash glanced down to the books. “Unabridged Dragon Anatomy.” He read, face flushing. “You mean... you guys also...?”

“It’s a prototype!” He explained quickly, face completely blushing. “Twilight Sparkle lent me the books... Pinkie figured that it might be a hidden fantasy of some ponies, I mean, what’s known about dragon members is that they’re VERY textured and...”

“Na wait just a minute... Pinkie, as in Pinkie Pie,*THE* Pinkie Pie, the Element of Laughter?”

Brandon swallowed a lump. “Yeah... her. She cofounded the company, she’s my cousin.”

Ash almost fainted, swaying on his legs. “Oh my! Guess everyone has their secrets...”

“Tell me about it...” Brandon mumbled.

“What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing!” He exclaimed quickly.

Ashmead arched a brow but said nothing further of the subject. “With all this sand, ya must get some real good business.”

Brandon clopped at the ground. “I guess we get our share of business... Pinkie’s in charge of advertising, and she can be very persuasive.”

“Well... cat’s out of the bag... how about ya show me one of these mythic beasts, eh?”

He gave a cockeyed look. “What... really? You’re serious?”

Ash chuckled heartily “Sure! Why not! Not like we have anything t' lose! It doesn’t matter to me what they are, they’re just pieces of glass.”

Brandon glanced back to the forge, then shrugged. “Alright then.” He trot back inside, where the stifling heat hit him again. “Okay, Brandon, don’t lose your cool... this is just business... a curiosity...” He gave himself a mental pep talk, withdrawing a moderately sized glass phallus from a table. “Here you are... an unflared... medium, it looks like.”

“Wow... you really have attention to detail.” Ash remarked as he took the hefty shaft, inspecting it by bringing it close to his eye, image comically warped as the light refracted through the curved surface. “A flared and unflared version, that’s commitment there. What sizes you got, small, medium and large?”

Brandon nodded. “The small is for beginners, smaller than the average stallion, good for a warm up or you’re not into big sizes. Medium is about normal and large is... for the masters... if you really, really want a challenge.”

Ash let out an appreciative whistle, running his hooves up and down the smooth surface. “Not bad... not bad at all, you’ve got a way with glass...” He pointed out the sharp edge on the back end. “Ah hope they don’t all have that there, though.”

Brandon perked at the talk about glassmaking “Oh no! That’s the trail... when you fill a mold, it overfills and makes that little tail on the end there, you just have to snap it off and then file it down to a nub.”

Ash handed the dildo back over. “Ah, I see. So, you have any other employees?”

“Nope... just me.” He said, looking out at the empty room. “Might have to hire more though if business keeps getting larger.”

“So, it’s just you?”

“Yup... just me. Really... besides deliveries like this, I haven’t seen anypony in months...” His eyes locked onto the grey furred stallion, starting to sweat again, drinking in the sight of his strong, stocky figure, stubble on the bottom of his muzzle. It reminded him of working with a master again, room smelling like scorched metal and sweat, but a sweet sort of sweat, like a sort of salty, briny scent of the sea, or of compounded days of honest work. It was a scent he’d learned to love over the years, working with his blacksmith masters. He took a deep breath and sighed. Then remembered that he’d been staring at Ashmead the whole time, an awkward cough catching in his throat.

Ashmead glanced to the door. “Ah don’t hafta do any more deliveries...” He began, a bit shaky in his voice.

“Oh... are you suggesting that we do something? Go out I mean... not use a toy or... or not go out like THAT either... just... um... yeah... I’ll be qui--”

“Can ah ask ya n' honest question, Brandon?” He interrupted. Brandon started, not expecting to be interrupted, but nodded. Ash took a deep breath, closing his eyes. “Brandon... do you... do you *like* colts? Like... you know... attracted to them...?”

“Oh SHIT” Brandon thought to himself in a panic. “He knows, he knows!”

“Um... no, o-of course not, why would you say that?”

“Brandon... please be honest...” He had a pleading look in his eye, a deep grey like his fur. Brandon bit his lip. “...you don’t have to lie. I know you do. You keep staring at me... even when you don’t realize it yerself. And well... how does one put this lightly.” He took a slight breath, and winced, whispering. “You’ve got a boner...”

Brandon’s eyes widened to plates, snapping his legs together involuntarily. He glanced down. He indeed did; he had an erection and he hadn’t even noticed it! How embarrassing! He blushed and avoided the delivery colt’s gaze. Shyly, ashamed, he nodded, up and down, up and down, slow and resigned.

Ashmead looked forward at the brown stallion before him, then moved forward, nuzzling up into his mane. Brandon opened his eyes in confusion. “...W-wha?”

“I... like them too... strength attracts me... power, feral desires, muscle... fillies just seem too... frail, like they can’t handle me. I mean... look at me... I’m so large... I’d crush ‘bout half the fillies I tried to mount.” He stared down at the ground. “I get to meet a lot of ponies, but I’m always on the move, I never get to talk for long. When I do stay, nopony talks to me... why would they, I’m just the delivery colt.” He looked up with moist eyes. “You’re the first pony that’s ever talked to me as... as a friend.”

Brandon wasn’t sure what to say. Coming out and... this happens? He bit his lip, glancing to the flickering fire of the forge, venturing a coy proclamation. “So... does this mean you... like me?”

Ash froze, then glanced up. “I guess you could say that.” He whispered, his voice barely audible.

“I’ve never... um... had... an experience before...” He began, clopping at the ground coyly.

“R-really? A stud like you? That’s impossible.”

“It’s possible alright...” He said softly. “If you’ve got no other deliveries, I was just closing down for the day and... well... I’d really like to spend the night with you if your house isn’t too far...” He glanced wildly around. “Nobody... ever has to know.”

Ash felt his heartrate quicken, stepping back. “R-really... you really want to, with me?” He forced his hind legs together, feeling a tingle in his belly at the idea. Millions of thoughts rushed through him, and he couldn’t focus. “Right... that... my house. It’s er... actually up the hill... ten minutes trot... you can... you can get *that* down, right?” He shook his head furiously. “Oh buck it... if we run, nobody can see it..." He moved forward shyly, keeping his pale eyes focused on Brandon's green orbs. "You said... nobody ever comes in here?" Brandon nodded silently in affirmation, drawing his muzzle closer to the ash furred stallion's.

They met lightly, unsurely, their lips touching and brushing past each other with the lightest of pressures. Brandon was the first to take it further, pressing his muzzle deeper within the kiss, tilting his head and locking the pair together. His semi-erect stallionhood throbbed to a fuller mast, heart thumping a bass beat through his entire body.

Ashmead gave a gentle sigh as the kiss moved fluidly. He let his tongue slid past his partner's lips, a shudder radiating through him as Brandon did the same. He felt the slightest trickle of saliva down his chin, as neither of them were experienced kissers, but neither of them cared either. Sweat poured down their faces, feeling hotter than ever before. Ash was the first to pull away, looking pained to do so, a strand of their saliva connecting them briefly before falling to the force of gravity. "We need to get outta this place... else we're gonna overheat."

"Yeah..." Brandon panted, wiping away the beading sweat with his hoof. "You said ten minutes trot?" Ash nodded an affirmative. "Well... let's head out then. I'm not gonna be able to get this thing down... like you said, if we run fast enough, nobody should be able to see it."

"And not a lot of ponies take that trail anyway." Ash pointed out. "Would you mind if ah left the wagon outside?" He asked, face flushed, now feeling his own member weighing on his belly.

"Nah, it's okay, I don't mind." He looked back to his damaged saddlebag. "I don't need that stuff, we can leave as soon as you're ready."

"Then let's go then..." Ash said perkily, nudging open the door and peering outside. Nobody was nearby. "We're good... come on, follow me."

"Oof!" Brandon grunted as the door hit his side, trying to run out the door as it closed. "You're certainly in a rush for this..." He remarked, walking outside, shivering with the reletive cold.

"Well... Ah'm about to lose my virginity... it's kind of a big deal. Can you blame me for being excited?" He said pointedly. Brandon couldn't argue with that, trotting along behind Ash as he headed up the hill. He appreciated the view of the ash stallion's rump, sneaking glances as his tail swished, laden orbs hanging beneath, forming the base of a black and cream spotted maleness that bobbed as he ran and sent tingles running through his own body.

Brandon had never experimented with his own toys, so he could only imagine how it felt. Sure, there were the less desirable parts of Ponyville, and there's an adult video store there. The owner was the only pony who knew he was fond of colts besides himself up to that point. He certainly wasn't one to judge, and he'd even recommended some of the most popular stallion on stallion videos, but Brandon had never felt it for himself.

Ash glanced back every couple minutes to see if he was still following, and after about the third time, a seductive grin passed his features. "Like what ye see there? Ya certainly have been staring at it for a while."

"There's not a lot else to stare at." Brandon countered. "You're lucky I've got self control, or else I'd mount you right here!"

Ashmead blinked and returned his gaze forward, blush forming on his cheeks. A small, simple house appeared just over the horizon, in need of some serious tender loving care and a coat of paint. "Here's my old place... haven't been able to really afford much else." He said quickly, changing the topic. He glanced around, seeing nobody else was around, then slowed to a gentle canter, checking behind him to make sure Brandon wasn't following through on his threat, not that he'd have particularly minded. He pushed open the barn style door with his nose and walked inside, flicking on a light that sputtered and flickered a few times before staying constant. "Place could be better... but I'm rarely in it... so it doesn't really matter to me. Ah'v got a few beater houses like this one throughout Equestria when I need a place to stay when out delivering faraway orders."

Brandon looked around, stepping delicately around a bucket filled with dirty water. A glance upward showed a moist patch on the ceiling directly above. "It just needs some loving and paint... and a bit of a good carpenter..." Ashmead continued, then sighed. "Oh... who am I kidding, the place is shit. Can't do much better though... salary can't really afford too much, I got all of these places dirt cheap. Ah love hauling... but hauling doesn't love me... doesn't give me any bits. Everyone contracts out to the big hauling caravans now... don't give small businessponies like me a chance anymore..."

Brandon moved close to the stallion, nuzzling softly into his neck. "Ya probably think I'm just a failed hick now... everypony has their homes and their families, and ah'v got a collapse hazard, stuck here not caring for fillies. Ah'd love a foal... but there's no way ah can... adoption wouldn't work because they don't give to 'colt-cuddlers', bad for the foal they say." Brandon glanced down to see Ash's maleness retracted back into its sheath. "Sorry for prattling on... you should probably go, I wouldn't want your successful business ruined if this relationship got o--" Ash's eyes widened as he was cut off by a deep kiss.

Brandon held it for a few, long seconds, then pulled back, lifting his hoof to Ashmead's mouth to silence him after. "Ashmead, listen to me. I don't care what happens to us after this. So you've got a less than desirable house, my home isn't Canterlot Castle either, but that doesn't make you us any less of ponies. Don't degrade yourself like this, you are a wonderful stallion to anypony that gives you a chance. So this relationship is risky... my cousin is Pinkie Pie for crying out, if this comes out, she has direct correspondence with the Princess. She can make it disappear... or even become more accepted."

Ash stood there stunned. "If ya could do this... why didn't you tell Pinkie that you were... fond of stallions?"

Brandon looked away. "Because... I didn't have anypony to share it with." He returned his gaze with a gentle smile. "Why go through all the embarrassment of coming out and forging a path forward if nopony is there by my side to do it with...?"

Ashmead bit his lip, dazed, unbelieving that Brandon was saying such things to him. He sputtered and blushed deeply, trying to get something, anything out. Eventually, he just stopped trying and leapt up on Brandon's shoulders, kissing him passionately, resuming the sweet kiss they'd shared earlier. His tongue immediately invaded past Brandon's lips, a gentle groan floating from the depths of his chest. Brandon countered, sliding his own thick tongue past his partner's lips, twisting his head, tail swatting at invisible flies.

The pair moaned and huffed with the unique sensations, muscular tongues fighting between their mouths. Brandon pulled back for a second, a mischievous grin on his face, then pushing with all his strength on Ashmead's vulnerable form, his arms atop his shoulders, knocking him onto his back, making the stallion yelp and whinny in surprise. He moved over his exposed belly, lying atop him, their hardened thicknesses pushing together, sliding past each other. The sensation elicited a pleased snort from Ash, who eagerly opened his maw as Brandon leaned down for another kiss. The pair closed their eyes, grinding their thick dicks together. Black and cream moved in patches as the two held each other close... whinnying and groaning, sounds barely on their breaths. Ash felt the slightest dribble of pre fall on his stomach, shuddering, letting his head fall to the side.

Brandon took the opportunity to nip and nibble at Ashmead's tender neck, licking up its silky smooth fur. Ash gasped out, shuddering under his touches, hooves falling to either side, now completely in Brandon's control, the muscular stallion powerless under him. Slowly, he slid down the delivery colt's front, planting a line of kisses down his underbelly, until he reached the tip of his cock. Brandon gave it a good look before he swirled his tongue across the unflared tip, tasting the buttery, salty taste of its pre as it leaked out of Ash. Ash bucked upwards, head thrown back, a rich groan making its way past his lips. "H-ahh... never been licked there before..." Ash admitted shyly, before breaking out in a deep moan as the tongue began to work up and down his full length, coating it in a thin, glinting layer of saliva. "Ghh... Brandon... ohh... that's so... just like... don't stop..." He huffed, maleness throbbing with his heartbeat.

Brandon had so much more to give, determined to put what he'd learned in his pornos to use, or at least see if the techniques were effective. He moved fluidly down to the stallion's supple balls, cradling them in one hoof, supporting and stroking his shaft in the other while licking fervently at the base. Ash's reaction was near immediate, quivering under the attentions. "AH! HAH! Oh Brandooooooon!" He gave a near feminine squeal, rivulets of precum drizzling down his shaft, which Brandon eagerly lapped up, savoring the taste.

It was Brandon's turn to finally speak. "Mmmph... Ash, how clean are you... down there?"

Ash pant from Brandon's withering attentions. "Uughh... well, Ah'm justa work pony... Ah don't really pay too much attention to... that area."

Brandon thought, looking towards the bathroom. "If you let me clean it out... I can do some pretty... interesting things."

Ash's head once again fell to the side, his shaft throbbing and bucking. "Babe... at this point, Ah'll let you do anything to me."

Brandon chuckled and helped him up, leading him to the bathroom, his own erection begging for release now. He filled the tub with a good amount of hot water, glad to see a bar of soap in the corner. Ash was tugging at his own shaft, face reddened to almost a glow, panting for breath. Brandon turned off the tap, wading in with a sigh. It'd been so long since he'd had a hot bath. He glanced to Ash with a grin. "Stop jerking that thing and come on in... trust me, the next parts will be a lot better than just doing it yourself, don't want to wear you out."

Ash obeyed with a stupified nod, easing himself into the tub, the water level rising a bit more. Brandon moved his hoof lower in the water, pressing the cleft against Ash's tender tailhole. Ash squeaked and covered his face with his hooves. Brandon smiled warmly, "Just relax... ain't gonna hurt you..." Ash leaned back against the wall of the tub and let Brandon go to work. He slowly rotated in the edge of his hoof, spreading the thick walled hole open just a little. Ash quivered, tongue hanging out with the teasing sensation of his sphincter being played with and rubbed. Brandon continued on for a while, carefully massaging out the slowly loosening hole, and after a while, grabbed the soap, applying small amounts to the inner, pink walls, as well as the outer muscle, getting him cleaned up for their play.

He got out of the bathtub with his work finished, shaking out his fur most of the way, Ashmead doing the same. "Okay... now... close your eyes." Ash did so, entire body shaking in anticipation. Brandon took one last deep breath, then dove in, tongue sliding across his tailhole, worming into the muscular hole, intruding gently into his rump. Ash almost colapsed, fighting to keep his balance. "Oh my... Celestia! Uuuhh... what is... what are ye... h-hhaa! Oh Celestia... it tickles... mmmph! It tingles!"

Brandon leapt up in a careful pose, using his hooves to spread apart the muscled exterior of the hole, relying on his balance, and the faith that Ash could hold them both up, a prediction that so far seemed to be true. He savored the musky scent that the clean tailhole had, a scent that aroused him to no end, how it shivered and clenched under his motions. Sweat dripped down Ashmead's face, pre dripping down onto the floor, though Ash was either unaware or unashamed. He called out every known oath to the princesses as he was rimmed into a peaceful oblivion, tongue finding its way deep into the stallion's rump. Soon, Ash was able to take little more, his face as red as Big McIntosh. "Ah... need more! Please... let me buck ya... Ah'll do anything, please! No more of this... this torture!"

Brandon finally withdrew his tongue and turned away, standing wide legged with rump high in the air. "You're telling me! All this teasing has left me harder than lead crystal! Take me... I don't want any more than that... just... buck me raw!"

Ash wheeled around and wasted no time climbing onto Brandon's back. Brandon gave a low whinny and lowered his head, swishing his tail to the side. He felt his eyes cross in pleasure and pain, feeling like the Princess' mailmare for a moment. Ash's tip lodged firmly against his tailhole, slightly flaring now with the continual teasing. With a small pop, it went in, making the glass-smith moan with unrestrained pleasure. Inch by thickened inch crept into his depths, hot and sticky. Brandon felt he was going to regret not using lube later, but with the amount of pre dripping out of the tortured Ashmead, he figured he could chance it. It was too much of a pleasure to miss. The thickened tip tripped against his prostate and he found himself almost colapsing and screaming. He couldn't have imagined the mind melting pleasure that tweaking such a simple organ brought. Ash noticed the sudden, silent outcry and paused. "Babe? Y'all right?!"

Brandon gave a weak nod and a lusty moan and shudder. "More than alright... oh Celestia... Luna... this is incredible... c'mon... put it all the way in me..." Ash eased the rest of his swollen phallus inside and Brandon's vision was popping. His tailhole squeezed in protest as Ashmead began to pull back, walls rippling around his stallionhood, trying to keep him in. Ash's muscle won out however, and he gave another silent cry as the bulbous end passed his prostate once again. Ash began to work up to a rhythm, and he was beginning to lose track of the events where his delicate prostate was pressed and abused, working into a malestrom of whinnying, panting and near drooling, his cock slapping his stomach with each hit to his deepest portions, muscle involuntariy contracting. He made little choked noises and squeals, clopping furiously at the ground.

Ash was faring little better. He could feel the sticky, thick walls surrounding every curve of his ever expanding penis, coating it with a thin layer of natural fluids. He did all that he could not to cum too early, but the pleasure he experienced from the tight, gripping walls was more than enough for his natural instincts, pounding deep and barely controlled into his ass.

Brandon melted under the haze of pleasure, then, almost without warning, felt his face screw up into an almost paralyzed state of shock and mindless pleasure, the floodgates opening to spray his thick seed all over the floor in thick, white puddles, pent up from years of celebacy, now pumping out with surprising pressure, calling out with deep grunts and luscious moans as he struggled to stay standing.

Ashmead saw the white puddles of his thick cream forming beneath them, and buried his face into Brandon's fur, letting out a muffled scream at the top of his lungs, filling the stallions rump to the brim with hot, sticky, stringy cum, his tailhole unable to contain all of it, some of it spilling past his hilted shaft and down around his thighs and onto the floor, drooling out in little rivuluts. He groaned, pulling back and out of his partner's ass with his now fully flared shaft, retreating back into his sheath. He trudged to the bedroom, barely keeping standing. Brandon followed and they both collapsed onto the bed together. They clenched their eyes shut, embarrassed, confused on what had just happened. Ash was the first to open his dusty grey eyes. "Brandon..." He began.

"Hmm?" Brandon responded lazily.

"Thanks... fer... everything, the sex... of course... and fer... helping me to believe in myself... even in these rough times... thank you."

Brandon smiled, opening his green eyes, sparkling with tears. "It's nothing" He whispered, then kissed his cheek. "Next time... you can be bottom... it's absolutely wonderful."

"Yeah... that'll be fun..." He let his eyes drift closed again, before the words sank in and he opened them again in a flash. "Wait! N-next time?"

Brandon gave the stallion a little kiss, giggling. "Of course... wouldn't be a good coltfriend if I just did you once..."

Ash rubbed his flushed cheeks. "...coltfriend?"

Brandon chuckled and nuzzled in under his chin. "Yup..." He kissed him once more before returning to his side. "Happy Hearts and Hooves day..."

Ash gasped in realization of the date, but said nothing, just easing into a little smile. He wasn't going to argue the timing, after all... it had been a happy day, as promised, the happiest of his life.

Ponies in glass houses do not throw stones.