The Wonderbolts; Equestria's finest flying team. The most impressive collection of precision flyers in the world.
Or at least, that's how they were advertised. Personally, Braeburn had never heard of the group. Maybe that came from growing up in a frontier town, but the farm pony had no clue who these apparently fantastic flyers even were. But yet, here he was, lining up at the entrance to the local air show in Manehattan.
Braeburn had been in the big city delivering apples to a local bakery, a mighty large order of a few hundred apples of all kinds. It was enough that he'd been called in by his cousins in Ponyville to help haul the fruit to the city.
After making the trip in record time, he and his cousin, Big Mac, had been left with an abundance of time to themselves. Big Mac, being the pony of little social aptitude that he was, had settled to spending the afternoon at a local pub. Braeburn, on the other hoof, had decided to go out and explore the city.
He had happened upon the Wonderbolts' performance while wandering the streets, and had bought a ticket. He figured it would at least pass some time, and he did still have all day. As he settled into his seat in the stadium, Braeburn looked around. The whole place was packed, almost every seat filled. Yikes, maybe these Wonderbolts really were everything they were cracked up to be.
Turning back to the performance area, Braeburn watched as the Wonderbolts took their practice runs. The pegasi that made up the team were all clad in matching blue and yellow jumpsuits. They all maneuvered swiftly and expertly through the air, but Braeburn found himself focusing on one stallion in particular. The pegasus in question had a dark blue mane and matching tail, and though he followed the same exercises that his teammates did, he finished each with a personal flair. Be it an extra loop or an unnecessarily complicated maneuver just for show, this pony did everything better than the rest.
The show began, and Braeburn still followed the stallion through the air. He became the center of attention, taking every opportunity to go above and beyond the basics of the team's routine. The show was spectacular, the Wonderbolts doing tricks in unison that Braeburn had previously thought impossible. Still, though, the blue-maned pegasus pushed himself ahead of the team and put his own personal flair into his performance.
Around what Braeburn could only equate to half time in a hoofball game, the Wonderbolts all retreated to the locker room. A spotlight began scanning the crowd as a voice on the stadium speakers called out to the fans.
"And now, Fillies and Gentlecolts, I am pleased to announce that one lucky fan will today be meeting the Wonderbolts in person!! That's right, one of you wonderful ponies will be meeting the world renowned flying team tonight!!" The crowd had gone wild after the first sentence. Braeburn looked around, watching to see where the spotlight would settle.
"Alright, I have our lucky winner's seat! Row 21, Seat H, you have won a chance to meet the Wonderbolts!!" At this Braeburn started. He thought... No, it couldn't be. But, as the spotlight moved towards his section of the seats, he looked down to his ticket to check his seat. Sure enough, it was! He was sitting in Row 21, Seat H!! The spotlight settled on him, and Braeburn started laughing at his sheer good fortune. This day was turning out to be better than he'd planned by far!
***
A few hours later, Braeburn was being led to the locker room for the Wonderbolts. He was giddy with excitement at being able to meet these awesome flyers, probably more than he should have been. But, he really couldn't help it. The doors were opened for him by his escort, a pair of kindly security ponies. Braeburn thanked them, and walked inside.
He was immediately greeted by the smell of hard work in the form of pure body odor. Even though he was used to it, what with working on a farm and all, it still hit him like a wall. Directly after the smell hit, however, he was greeted by a mare who introduced herself as Spitfire, the captain of the team.
Braeburn was led by Spitfire through the locker room, and he was given a chance to meet all of the members of the 'Bolts. They were all great ponies, really nice. He would ask a few questions, talk a bit, and move on to the next pony. That was, until Spitfire moved to introduce him to the team's final member.
"Alright, Braeburn. This is our team's last member, Soarin'," Spitfire said, gesturing to the stallion in front of her. Braeburn recognized him immediately as the stallion whom he had been watching during the show. Out of uniform, Soarin' had a sky blue coat to compliment his mane and tail, and shocking green eyes.
Spitfire's name was called by another Wonderbolt, Fleetfoot, and she told Braeburn that Soarin' would help him for the rest of the afternoon. She then turned and trotted off in the direction of Fleetfoot's voice.
"So, Braeburn was it?" the Wonderbolt started, smiling, "Did you enjoy the show?" At this, Braeburn nodded vigorously.
"Yessiree, Ah sure did, Soarin'!" The farm pony responded with a smile. "You fancy flyers sure do put on a good show!" Soarin' grinned at this, stretching out his wings.
"Yeah, we sure do!" Soarin' agreed, glancing at his outstretched wings, then back over at Braeburn. "So, where are you from, what with that accent and all?"
"That'd be the great ol' town of Appleoosa!!" Braeburn said back, rearing back as he said his town's name. Force of habit. "It's a little town on the frontier, out past Ponyville."
Soarin' looked up at this, as he'd never head of the small frontier town. Still, it wasn't like he knew everything, so he just nodded and folded his wings back up. He liked this farm pony, his drawl was cute and he had a good heart. Soarin' grinned again and turned to Braeburn.
"Hey, the locker room's going to close up soon, how about we continue this chat over a couple of drinks?" the Wonderbolt offered. Braeburn looked surprised at the offer, and not without reason. After all, it's not every day that you're asked out for drinks by a celebrity! Soarin' chuckled at the frontier pony's reaction. "Don't worry, dude. My treat!"
***
Braeburn couldn't believe his luck! All because he'd bought a ticket to what he had thought was a dumb sideshow, he was now following one of the coolest, nicest ponies he'd ever met into a bar in Manehattan. And to top it all off, Soarin' was a celebrity! Tonight was turning out to be bucking awesome!!
Soarin' kicked out a hind leg to prop open the door for Braeburn. Ever the gentlecolt, he allowed Braeburn to pass by him, getting a smile and word of thanks from the farm pony. Trotting after Braeburn, Soarin' moved to a table in the back of the bar. After settling into their seats, a mare came over to Soarin' and Braeburn to take their orders. A Buckweiser for Soarin', and a hard apple cider for Braeburn.
After a few minutes, the two were talking over ice cold drinks. They traded stories about their lives, how they got where they were, what they were doing, just simple small talk. Eventually, though, the inevitable question was dropped into their conversation.
"So, Brae," the Wonderbolt started, using the nickname he'd cleverly given his farm pony friend and chuckling as Braeburn's muzzle scrunched up in annoyance at being called by it, "Have you got a special somepony waiting for you back in Appleoosa?"
At this Braeburn shifted a bit in his seat. Looking at Soarin' sheepishly, he responded with a bit of nervousness.
"Well, Ah don't right now... Ah haven't for a while now, actually." The farm pony glanced at Soarin' and paused in his speech for a moment, then continued. "Last one Ah had ended a bit... Well, really badly for me..."
Soarin's face adopted a look of concern almost instantly after hearing this.
"Aww, shit, dude." The Wonderbolt said, regretting even asking. "I know how you feel. I've been there, having a mare you love dump you... That really sucks."
At this point, Braeburn blushed and looked down to the ground. "Actually... It was a stallion..." The farm pony waited for the anger, for the yelling, the abuse that came with being a colt-cuddler. It never came. Instead, Braeburn looked up to see Soarin' taking a drink from his Buckweiser, then nodding.
"Alright, that makes sense," Soarin' started, "I hadn't pegged you for a colt-cuddler, but no biggie." The Wonderbolt took another swig of his drink, and smiled when he saw Braeburn's confused look. "Dude, I don't care if you like mares or stallions!" The 'Bolt said, laughing.
Braeburn was more than a bit confused. All his life, he'd been abused for his sexual preference. And yet, here was a pony who he'd just met, being as nice to him as ever and even saying that he didn't care about what gender Braeburn preferred. It just didn't make sense... Unless...
It was time for Braeburn to test his streak of good fortune.
"...You like stallions, too, don't you Soarin'?" Braeburn asked nervously. The Wonderbolt across from him chuckled and held his hooves up.
"You got me, Brae!" Soarin' said, chuckling again as the stallion across from him flushed and looked away. An idea started to form in the blue pegasus' head and a grin spread across his face. Downing the rest of his drink, Soarin' got up out of his seat and sauntered over to Braeburn's side of the table. The farm pony shrank back as Soarin' moved to sit down next to him, the same grin plastered on his face.
Soarin' put a hoof on Braeburn's flank, and the farm pony started at the touch. The Wonderbolt shuffled closer to Braeburn, and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"You're really cute when you're flustered, Brae," Soarin' murmured, then nibbled on the farm pony's ear. Braeburn stifled a moan, blushing and leaning into Soarin's body.
Braeburn was conflicted. He had just met this pony, and bared his soul, and now Soarin' was all over him! He couldn't deny that he loved it, Soarin' wasn't exactly unappealing to the eye. But, having this happen so suddenly?
Then Soarin' leaned in again, and whispered into Braeburn's ear, "Let's take this to my hotel room, eh?"
And with that, Braeburn's inhibitions were gone.
***
The pair entered Soarin's room in a nearby hotel almost as one. Instantly they were upon each other, grasping frantically onto each other as if the other was about to disappear. They fell onto the bed and their lips met. They kissed each other deeply, feverishly. After a while, Soarin' took the initiative and moved his tongue into the fray. Braeburn parted his lips to allow the organ to explore his mouth, wrestling with it with his own tongue.
Braeburn broke the kiss, pulling back and leaving them both gasping for air. Soarin' became suddenly aware of a wet spot between himself and Braeburn, and smirked as Braeburn flushed. The Wonderbolt moved a hoof between them and grasped onto both of their members. Braeburn gasped at the sudden touch, and moaned as Soarin' began to stroke their cocks together.
Soarin' smiled as he stroked, listening to Braeburn's moans. The Wonderbolt picked up his pace a bit and started moaning with the farm pony. After a short while, though, Soarin' stopped his hoof and pulled away.
Braeburn looked up, disappointed at the sudden lack of stimulation. But, what he saw in front of him made up for it. Soarin' had laid back on the bed, and now sat with his legs spread, and his eight inches of prime pony meat stood in the air. The 'Bolt smirked at Braeburn and beckoned him over. The farm pony obeyed, pulling himself over to Soarin.
"Well," Soarin' said, panting, "It's not going to suck itself!" Braeburn rolled his eyes at the comment, but turned to the Wonderbolt's cock all the same. The farm pony lightly grasped the member, causing the attached pony to moan, then started to lick up the rod. He started at the base, then slowly, tantalizingly moved up Soarin's cock with his tongue, drawing moans out of the 'Bolt. When he finally reached the tip, Braeburn flicked his tongue over the head of Soarin's dick, licking off the pre that had gathered there.
Braeburn looked up to see the fruits of his labor. He found he Wonderbolt in a very much less cocky form. He was a panting, moaning mess, putty in the farm pony's hooves. Braeburn grinned, then moved to continue his efforts to pleasure the member before him.
Opening his mouth wide, Braeburn took the head of Soarin's cock into his muzzle. He began to bob his head, enjoying he moans that he urged from the blue pony he was pleasuring, and took time to suckle on the tip. Braeburn slowly worked more and more of the Wonderbolt's sizable member into his mouth, edging the member into his throat.
Braeburn may not have looked the part, but he was a very experienced cocksucker. He had mastered his gag reflex ages ago, so putting this cock into his throat was nothing he couldn't handle.
As he edged his way down the cock, Braeburn internally smirked at the noises he was goading from the once-cocky Wonderbolt. Each moan that Soarin' made sent Braeburn wild, encouraging him to take more of the blue pony's shaft into his muzzle.
When he was just about at the base of Soarin's cock, the Wonderbolt unconsciously bucked his hips a bit. Soarin' gasped as he felt Braeburn's muzzle hit his crotch, and moaned when he looked down to see the farm pony looking up to meet his eyes, every inch of the 'Bolt's cock in his throat.
Braeburn suddenly pulled back, coming completely off of Soarin's dick. The Wonderbolt whined at the sudden lack of warmth and tightness around his cock, but then gasped as Braeburn smirked at him, and then took the entire cock in one go.
The two settled quickly into a rhythm; Braeburn would swallow Soarin's cock, and Soarin' would buck into his throat each time. Soon, Soarin' moved his hoof up to the back of the frontier pony's head, edging him on.
After a few minutes, Soarin's breath became more labored. The Wonderbolt felt a pressure building in groin, and though he was not sure if he wanted to finish like this, he was too drunk on pleasure to care anymore. Braeburn sensed that Soarin' was close, and brought a hoof up to tug on the 'Bolt's balls. That was all that the poor pony could take.
With a grunt and one final thrust into Braeburn's throat, Soarin' came. He fired off streams of seed, which Braeburn hungrily swallowed. After a few moments, Braeburn pulled off of the 'Bolt's cock, just in time to catch a stray string of cum across his muzzle.
Soarin' chuckled between gasps for air at his lover's appearance. "You look... Cute... Like that..." The 'Bolt managed. Braeburn smiled up at the Wonderbolt, and flicked out his tongue to lick up the cum on his muzzle. Leaning forward, he locked lips with Soarin', and the two shared a kiss, and a bit of the 'Bolt's cum.
As the frontier pony pulled back from the kiss, he looked down at his own neglected length. "Ah'd say you owe me some common courtesy, partner." Braeburn said, grinning. The Wonderbolt groaned, and began to make the motions to get up from his position. At this, Braeburn's grin spread even wider.
"Aw no ya don't, partner! I like you right where you are." Braeburn put a hoof on Soarin's barrel, stopping him from moving. "Now, where do you keep yer lube?"
Soarin's eye's widened at this, his dominant nature protesting being being fucked by his farm pony lover. But, as he was in no position to make demands, exhausted as he was from their last sexual endeavor, he simply sighed and gestured towards he bedside table.
Braeburn, still wearing his grin, reached over to the nightstand and pulled the small bottle of personal lubricant out of it's drawer. Dipping a hoof in the stuff, he reached down to Soarin's entrance and prodded at the hole.
Soarin' gasped at the sudden intrusion, feeling the hoof dip into his anus slightly. He groaned at the feeling, the pain and pleasure coming in equal amounts. Braeburn was very gentle, as he knew firsthand how much sudden penetration could hurt.
After Soarin's ass was sufficiently lubed, Braeburn took his hoof from the Wonderbolt's entrance, and dipped it in the lube again. This time, he brought his hoof to his cock. It was about an inch shorter than Soarin's, but as the Wonderbolt probably didn't get fucked very often, this was probably a good thing.
Braeburn lifted Soarin's legs up and lined his cock up with his lover's entrance. Looking up to see if the Wonderbolt was ready, and getting a nod and a blush from Soarin', Braeburn started pushing his hips forward.
After some initial resistance, Soarin's sphincter gave way to Braeburn's dick. Soarin' cried out at the sensation, overwhelmed by the pain and pleasure. Braeburn waited patiently for the blue pegasus beneath him to adjust to his girth.
Slowly, Soarin's face settled into an expression of bliss, as the pleasure overtook the pain. He felt Braeburn continue to push into him, and the movement drew some embarrassingly feminine sounds from the once-cocky Wonderbolt.
After a few moments, Braeburn's hips came flush with Soarin's. Braeburn leaned forward and locked lips with the squirming pony beneath him. As they kissed, Braeburn pulled his hips back. Soarin' whined into the kiss, missing the feeling of being full.
Then, Braeburn pulled away from the kiss, and slammed his hips forward into the Wonderbolt. Soarin' cried out cutely, encoragin the frontier pony to continue.
Both of the ponies moaning and calling out various expletives, Braeburn continued slamming his hips into the Wonderbolt, burying his cock deep in his anus each time. Their sex continued like this for several minutes, and neither could complain about current conditions.
Sadly, though, all good things must come to an end. And, as was inevitable, both Soarin' and Braeburn felt a familiar pressure building in their loins. Braeburn continued his frantic fucking, steadily approaching his peak. Soarin' began moving his hips to meet Braeburn's thrusts, trying desperately to reach his second orgasm of the night.
Braeburn reached a hoof to Soarin's member and began to stroke it. Once, twice, and that's all Soarin' could take. The Wonderbolt cried out in ecstasy as he came, firing ropes of his seed onto his chest and chin. As he came, his ass clenched around Braeburn's member. With a grunt, he frontier pony thrust his length into his lover one last time, and unleashed a torrent of cum into the Wonderbolt's ass.
As his orgasm subsided, Braeburn collapsed on top of Soarin'. The 'Bolt, too tired to protest, just lay there, feeling his seed soak into his and his lover's coats. He felt a trickle of Braeburn's cum make it's way out of his ass as the frontier pony's softening length retreated back into its sheath.
"Braeburn Apple, you may be the best lover I've ever had..." Soarin' murmured, sleep creeping up on him.
"You weren't too bad yerself, partner..." Braeburn responded sluggishly.
They rolled to the side, and Braeburn shifted to pull the covers up over himself and Soarin'. Pulling each other into a hug, the two ponies allowed sleep to wash over them, both enjoyig he warmth of the other's embrace.
