More Than Friends

by LetThereBeWords

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Romance, Sex, Braeburn
Length: 5793

Braeburn Apple and his friend Golden Harvest meet for a quick drink, or at least that was the original plan...

Some might equate Braeburn as the "town bicycle". That is to say, everypony gets a ride. Well, every stallion at least. When he goes to meet his best friend one night or a drink, however, he learns something about her that will change the whole scenario.

Another thank you to the fabulous The Illusive Badgerpony for all of his help and ideas, and around half of the story.

WARNING: Contains trace amounts of the "D" and high levels of the "V".

Published 2013-10-26 16:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-10-26 16:20:02 UTC

The First Rodeo

Golden Harvest sat at a bar in Appleoosa, sipping on a bottle of ale and grimacing. The taste was awful, but Harvest was a social drinker anyways, and just because it tasted bad didn't make it bad in itself.

"Where is he?" she murmured, leaning onto the bar.

At that same moment, Braeburn Apple was tripping over himself, galloping to the bar. He was so fucking late. It wasn't his fault, really... He'd only stopped to talk to the stallion for a moment... He really hadn't expected the conversation to go where it had.

Not that he'd minded, of course

Harvest grimaced, tapping on the bar, "Barkeep! Can I have a salt lick, please? I'm still waiting for my friend..."

The bar door burst open, revealing a disheveled farm pony that immediately began scanning the crowd for his friend. Spotting her at the bar, he smiled slightly, and dashed to her side.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!!" Braeburn apologized profusely.

"Took you long enough," Golden Harvest giggled, turning towards Braeburn with a smirk and another giggle.

"What kept you up?" She said, leaning on the bar and lifting her salt lick to him.

Braeburn coughed and shuffled on his hooves, embarrassed. Was it really that obvious?

Golden Harvest sighed, shaking her head. "Damn," she murmurs. "At this rate, every stallion in town's gonna spread your ass, Brae. Why don't you ever..."

She coughs. "I mean... You probably see what it's like going for... Lasting relationships… From me…"

Braeburn thought about that for a moment. He had indeed see Harvest go through a few long lasting relationships. And they did seem nice... But all any stallion was ever interested in from him was his ass, not being his coltfriend.

Golden Harvest sighed, shaking her head. "I'm lucky to have you, y'know?... You've always been there when I need you after a... breakup. You are the best gay best friend a girl could ask for." She leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek, giggling.

"Sorry," she giggled. "That probably bothers you..."

Brae giggled with her. "Aw, shucks, Harvest. It don't bother me none. And you know I'll always be there for you, girl!" The stallion smiled, and took his seat next to her at the bar… only to stop, grimacing.

"Ah’m gonna go get some paper towels..."

Golden Harvest giggled again. "Hurry up! This salt lick ain't gonna finish itself!"

Braeburn waved a hoof at her dismissively as he made his way to the gentlecolt's bathroom. As Harvest looked on, he accidentally bumped into another stallion, who then proceeded to follow him into the bathroom with a stupid grin on his face.

Golden Harvest raised an eyebrow, hopping out of her seat and leaving the salt lick on the bar, trotting over the stallion's room and putting an ear to the door.

A sound that could only be flesh smacking against flesh soon came from behind the door. It seemed that Brae just couldn't catch a break.

Golden Harvest sighed, trotting back to the bar and grabbing her salt lick, then coming back to the gentlecolt’s room, sighing. She wished she was Braeburn... Able to get any stallion she wanted, any hunk with a twinkle in his eye, who'd hold her down and...

She clenched her legs shut, sighing. Poor Braeburn, poor her...

Braeburn came out of the bathroom, walking a bit funny. He came over, grumbling something about being ungrateful and common courtesy. Taking his seat, he sighed and slumped down onto the bar.

Golden Harvest went to his side, smiling sadly, handing him the salt lick. "Jeez," she murmured, "Never a break, huh?"

"Shaddup..." He muttered, and then took the block, breaking a bit off and tossing it into his mouth. He sighed again. "Ah feel like an ass... I cain't go a single place without expectin' tah be fucked, an' it's started to just feel like an inconvenience." He frowned at his own words, then continued. "An' yet other ponies have to work their hooves to the bone to get any action..."

Golden Harvest sighed, taking the block and giving it a long lick. "Tell me about it," she said sullenly. "It's like... I dunno. I don't... I don't know why, but stallions don't talk to me like they should. I mean, you do, of course, but not..."

She shook her head. "All of my boyfriends ever have been... Bad. Disappointing. If I didn't have you..." She gave the block a lick. "I mean, I'd go crazy."

Braeburn looked up at her, a bit surprised. "Well, uh... 't ain’t as nice as it sounds, Harvest. Sure, the sex is great..." He paused, hoping that he had not just crossed into painful territory.

Golden Harvest swallowed, shaking her head. "I... I just find the sweetest guys and... And they always break up with me. I'm always the problem..." She laps at the salt lick thoughtfully, and then gives it an enthusiastic lick. "I mean, c'mon! What's so wrong with me, Braeburn?!"

"Ain't nothin' wrong with you, sugarcube! And if some stallion said so, he's as dumb as a box of stupid rocks." Brae replied. He couldn't believe anypony could say something bad about his best friend! She never let him down, she was reliable, nice, could keep a secret... He couldn't find a single negative quality in her if he tried!

"Braeburn, please," Golden Harvest murmured sadly, "Be honest. Is it my mane? No, I don't think it's anything outside, I don't..."

She sighed, giving the salt lick another sensual go. "Nnh..."

"Ah am bein' honest!" Braeburn said, slightly offended that she didn't believe him. "You ain't got a single thing about you that would turn a stallion away."

She scoffed, sighing and lapping at the salt lick. "Then why don't they like me? Why do I always fail?" She trailed off, frowning.

"I feel old, and we were foals like, only ten years ago. Nopony wants me..."
Braeburn looked on at his friend. She was sad, and he hated it when she was sad. The worst part of the whole mess was that he felt that he had caused this sadness in his best friend, and it made him feel like shit. So, he did the only thing that felt logical; He wrapped Golden Harvest in a comforting hug.

Golden Harvest pulled him close, sighing, nuzzling into his neck. "I-I'm sorry, Brae, but... I mean, it bothers me..."
Then she giggled, her rear legs clenching together again. "Uhmm... B-Brae? You smell like... Uhm... Sex." She giggled, shifting in her chair. "Mmm... Sm-smells nice, I mean, uhm..."

"Uhh... Ah'm sorry...” Braeburn replied, a bit flustered. Of course he smelled like sex, not counting the encounter a few minutes ago, he had been fucked at least four times today. The thought of that made him feel even worse. He wished he knew what it was about him that made stallions want to rut him into the ground, so that he could give it to Golden Harvest...

"Brae," Golden Harvest whispered, nuzzling into his neck. "What would happen if a mare asked you to... Be with her?"

"Ah..." Braeburn paused to consider this. He'd never really given it much thought. He'd been fucking stallions since he was out of school. Or rather, they'd been fucking him. He'd never really gotten a choice, but he'd never really minded. Though, thinking now, he didn't really see a problem with mares... The only thing he worried about was that he knew nothing about vaginas.

But in the end, he answered, "Ah... Ah guess I'd say yes..."

Golden Harvest giggled, then pulled away from the embrace, sighing. "I was just wondering, 'cause all I've ever seen ya with's been stallions. I was wondering how your barn door swung."

"Ah've never really thought about it. Been gay fer as long as I can remember, never bothered with mares..." Braeburn said, a bit apprehensively, trying to read where this conversation was heading.

"Well, stallions come up to ya and you just raise yer tail," Golden Harvest chuckled. "Have mares ever done the same?"

"Nah, never." Braeburn said, "It's always been stallions. Guess Ah never really considered mares that much..."

"Sounds more like your reputation precedes ya," Golden murmured. "If'n you weren't always stallions all day long, I bet a nice mare'd come along and really... Y'know, listen."

"Not that it always happens, Brae," Golden Harvest said. "But you just seem so unhappy with constantly getting bucked by folk you don't even know. When was the last time ya even dated? I can't think of it."

Braeburn thought about this for a moment, struggling to remember, then with a bit of surprise said, "Ah think... mah last relationship was with Soarin' a few years back... But that didn't last long, what with him being a celebrity and all... But Ah think that's it... Ah can't think of anything since then..."

Golden Harvest nodded. "I remember that. I remember you sittin' in that stool right there, saltin' and drinkin' away your sorrows." She took a draught of whiskey and a sensual lick of salt. "How long we been friends, Brae?"

"Shoot, since as long as I can remember." Braeburn replied, "Why?"

"Do you think... If, somehow, things happened and... Uhm..." Her face flushed, and she turned away, shaking her head.

"What is it, Harvest?" Brae asked, leaning closer to the mare, concern written across his face.

“Let's say, hypothetically n' all, there were two friends, and one was sick and tired of all these folk using her friend who was sick and tired of being used, right? What if, hypothetically, these two friends, slightly buzzed on ale, whiskey and salt, decided to be a bit more n' friends, right? Because they know that they just gotta work; because they've been through fights and battles and relationship troubles and they know each other through n' through, right?"

She blushes a bit. "And let's say you know these two friends and one of 'em is gay… Bi… Ish… Thing. What should they do?"

Brae looked up at his long time friend. He looked at her face, her eyes. He saw for the first time how cute she looked when she was blushing.

"Ah'd say..." He began, grinning, "They should take it... to the next level..."

"You mean it?!" Harvest said excitedly, then quickly turning around and letting out a squeal into her hoof. "Uhm, alright, uhh, good, cool. Uhm, Braeburn, I... I really wanna help you out with... Y'know, you're rep. I don't want everypony thinking you're the turn whore no more, and, uhm..."

She closes her eyes and forces herself to speak. "Brae, I think that we should... be… something. Just to keep you from letting your asshole get so loose it starts slippin' out."

She grimaces. "S-Sorry. Read that in a book once is all."

Brae chuckled a bit, putting a hoof to Golden Harvest's muzzle. "Ah think you're right, Harvest. You're really right." He smiled, realizing that he really liked how his friend looked when she was flustered.

She took his hoof from her muzzle, blushing and holding onto it. "Brae... Uhm... Should I give you a few hours to, like, rejuvenate? Or, somethin'? If we're g-gonna go that far our first night, I mean..."

At this Braeburn looked right at his long time friend and just burst out laughing. "Really? You're askin' if Ah, of all ponies, need a break to recover?" He just couldn't stop the laughter, the whole thing striking an odd sort of humor to him.

"Brae, please, I'm just concerned for ya," Golden Harvest murmurs. "All that... Y'know, cumming and stuff has gotta take it out of you..."

Brae calmed down, putting a hoof over his mouth, "S-sorry, Harvest. Just found it a bit funny..." He smiled, "Actually, ya get used to it after a while. Practice makes perfect, y'know."

She smiled, pulling Braeburn close enough that their noses touched. "Brae," she murmured. "I want ya to put that practice to good use. For me… on me."

Braeburn grinned again, nuzzling Harvest's nose. "Ah think Ah'd like that. A lot…"

Golden Harvest grinned, rubbing her nose against Braeburn's, gently, looking into his eyes. "Can we do it here? On the bar? Ain't barely nopony here..."

"Uh... Ah...." Braeburn stuttered. The idea was very appealing, but it was probably not a good one...

Golden Harvest giggled, a daring glint in her eye. "Please, Brae? Make our first time together real good..."

"Hrmmm..." Braeburn groaned, looking around at the nearly empty bar. Even in a community like Appleoosa, where ponies didn't really care where or when you got down and dirty, his personal reservations about sex out in public were popping up...

He sighed, giving in. "Fine..." The farm pony said quietly.

Golden Harvest frowned. "Oh. If you're not... Y'know, willing to here, uhm, we can... Do it other places... Wherever you like. We both gotta be comfortable..."

Brae shuffled a bit. "It's not that Ah'm uncomfortable... Ah just... Y'know… Ah've never been with a mare, an’..." he flushed uncontrollably, "Ah've never been on top before..."

Golden Harvest smiles gently. "Don't worry, Brae... I'll step you through it, okay?"

Braeburn looked up at his friend... more than that now... and smiled. He trusted her, he really did. And if she said that it was going to be alright, he believed her. "Alright, Golden Harvest; you beautiful, wonderful mare."

She blushed, hopping up onto the bar and looking quickly towards the bartender, who started concentrating on cleaning glasses. Satisfied that nopony was going to notice, she leaned back, lying with her back on the bar itself. "Alright, Brae," she whispers. "First things first, you gotta know 'bout the bits n' pieces... Look here," she murmured, pointing to her marehood with a hoof.

Brae blushed, and nodded, following the hoof, ready to learn all he could in this crash course in straight sex.

Golden Harvest smiled gently. "Now, now, don't touch yet, I ain't ready for ya," she murmurs. "First ya gotta learn."

Brae pulled back his hoof, embarrassed. "Uh... Sorry..."

Golden Harvest giggled again. She brought her forehooves under her rear and spread herself open, giggling. Alright, so... This here is what scientific folk call a vagina, but there's a whole bunch of other things folk call it. My favorites are pussy, cunny and marehood."

Brae nodded, flushing, and decided to just listen, letting Golden Harvest explain all that she needed to.

One of her hooves trailed up, and her breathing grew heavy as her hoof neared a little nub at the top of her slit. "This here's a clitoris, but that's a mouthful, so call it a clit. This one is real important, because it's pretty much where all of the best feelings come from. Ya can kiss it, lick it, nibble it, rub against it, anything, and it's like a lightning bolt through me."

Brae took a mental note of the little nubbin of nerves, and nodded.

She smiled, blushing softly as she spread herself open again, exposing the pink flesh within to Braeburn. "What I'm pulling apart now are labia. Pussy lips, basically. Keep the place shut when I'm not using it. Ain't as sensitive as the clit, but most mares, myself included, love a good nibbling around there. Excites them."

Another mental note, another small nod.

She ran a hoof over her flesh, sucking in a breath through her teeth, then lifting the slick hoof to the light. "And don't you worry about lube. Mares make a lot of it naturally. Though you might want to keep some around, cause I've got the other hole too, and it's pretty much the same thing."

She nodded to him. "Basically, it's not real complex or nothin', but take it slow. You're new to this. I think it'll be pretty easy to tell when I'm liking what you're doing."

"A-alright..." Brae said quietly. Honestly, the lubricant issue had been one of his largest qualms, but with that fear sated, he was pretty ready. Well, as ready as he would ever be.

Her marehood winked at him, opening and shutting with a slick noise, and Golden Harvest let out a small grunt of pleasure.

"Go on, Brae, what do ya think you should do first...?"

"Uhm..." Braeburn looked up at his friend, gave a small, unsure grin, then reached a hoof out and lightly touched the sensitive flesh of Golden Harvest's marehood.

She let out a tiny gasp, raising her hips slightly at the touch of his hoof, leaking some juices out onto it. "Nh... Don't be shy now..."

Brae pulled back his hoof for a moment, inspecting the liquid that had collected on it. It was slick, as promised, and smelled... a bit strange... He moved his hoof to his muzzle a bit warily, and licked his hoof a bit. His eyes lit up after the small taste. Dayum, that was pretty nice.

Golden Harvest giggled, squirming a bit from his touch and watching him taste her. "I hear it's even better from the source, Brae," she breathes, raising her hips up slightly.

He could certainly believe her. Grinning with a bit more confidence now, he moved his muzzle up to Harvest's folds. He stuck his tongue out and took a careful lick of her slit, dragging his muscle up Harvest's marehood slowly. Deciding he certainly liked the taste, he began lapping in earnest, grabbing Harvest's haunches in order to get a better angle.

"Ah! Nhh... Ooh, Brae..." Harvest gasped, moaning, rolling her hips up to his tongue. "D-Don't be afraid t-to go in deep... It's n-not gonna eat ya..."

Braeburn took the hint, and stuck his tongue into his friend's cunt, enveloping the whole sex with his mouth. It was about then that the sheer lewdness of the scene struck him. It was also about then that he realized that he no longer cared who was watching.

Golden Harvest was, of course, long past all of that. She laid her head back, letting out a moan as Braeburn's tongue attacked her cunt, the inexpert technique still pleasurable by Braeburn's sheer passion for learning about her body. Waves of pleasure broke into her brain, her chest rising and falling gently.

"Nnnh! Y-Yeah... Lick a-all arouuund..."

Continuing his lapping upon her request, Brae delved into Harvest's depths with his tongue. Then, remembering some of the things that she had said to him earlier, moved to nibble on her pussy's lips gently, being very careful not to cause any discomfort.

"Ff-Fuck!"

Golden Harvest's eyes widened, then lidded themselves, her cunny quivering from Braeburn's gentle treatment. She rolled her hips around the bar, desperate for more attention, gently laying a hoof on his head.

"G-Good... K-Keep goin'..."

Figuring that he was doing something right, Brae continued his ministrations in this fashion. Then, in a bold movement, quickly moved up and locked his lips around the little nubbin Harvest had called her clit, licking the flesh with equal fervor.
Golden Harvest's reaction was a squeal, her eyes shutting tightly and her pussy blinking rapidly. Her legs shot out, knocking over the bottle of ale she was drinking earlier, and she let out a moan of pure bliss.

"Ohhhhfuck!!! LickitBraeburnpleaselickit!!"

Obliging happily, Braeburn attacked Golden Harvest's clit with vigor, licking and sucking on it. It wasn't all too different from sucking cock, but the rewards were much sweeter, and the sounds Harvest was making were much cuter than any stallion could boast.

Golden Harvest squealed, her legs kicking out and her eyes shut. Her front hooves held Braeburn close to her pussy, her tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Brae continued his ministrations, now a bit more comfortable with Golden Harvest's anatomy. He moved back to her slit, returning to his actions of licking into her snatch and making the occasional nibble on the lips. Brae would dart up to Harvest's clit every so often, attacking it with just as much vigor as he had for her cunny.

Golden Harvest's voice wavered, as if she spoke through a fan. Her squeaks and grunts and moans became higher and higher pitched, and louder, too, her eyes opening slightly to watch Braeburn as he worked, her hips locked up into his mouth.

"Nnnhh! Br-Brae... A-Almost..."

Brae looked up at his friend, locking eyes with her as he attacked her nub even more aggressively from before, hoping to coax an orgasm out of the mare. He still wasn't sure exactly what to expect, but he didn't really care that much. All he did care was that his friend was apparently right on the edge, and he intended to push her over it.

Golden Harvest's head shot up, her mouth open in a silent scream, and let out a long, high-pitched cry. "Braebuuuuurn!" she squealed, her pussy quivering as it spilt mare juice all over Braeburn's chin.

Taken by surprise (it was a bit harder for him to read when a mare was going to burst than a stallion), Brae pulled back for a moment as Harvest started gushing. Seeing what was going on, however, he immediately returned to his friend's pussy and lapped at the juices, enjoying the taste thoroughly.

Golden Harvest squealed throughout the attentions, her orgasm amplified by Braeburn's continued licking. She bit her lip, her marehood licking and her face bright red.

"Nnnnh..." She hummed, laying her head back.

Braeburn made a last few licks, swallowing whatever he'd managed to catch in his mouth. The then moved away from Harvest's pussy, muzzle dripping with her juices. Once again he was unsure of what to do, so he just sat there, licking his lips every so often.

"Ohhhh... Fuuuck..."

Golden Harvest panted, her eyes half lidded and her pussy leaking, occasionally spurting more of her clear marecum onto the floor. She raised her head, giving Braeburn a horny, wanting look, her eyes watery. "Ohh... Braeburn, you silly goose, c'mover... St-stand over me..."

Braeburn did as he was told, flushing a bit. His inexperience was showing again, and it was doing so in the cutest way. The farm pony looked down at his friend.

"What should Ah do?" He asked nervously.

Golden Harvest giggled, scooting down and gently kissing Braeburn on the chin. She reached a hoof down and took a tender grip of his length, feeling the flesh of it.

"We're gonna go all the way, Brae..."

It was Braeburn's turn to make an adorable squeak as Harvest gripped his shaft. He hadn't even noticed himself getting hard. But he was, and it felt incredible to have his friend... lover... gripping it with a strong hoof. The sheer hunger in Harvest's eyes drove Brae wild. This was going to happen, and Braeburn loved it.

"Mmh... G-Gosh," Golden Harvest murmured. "You're hung like a racehorse, Brae..."

Brae had never been told something like that. Honestly, he'd never really bothered to compare himself to other stallions. But, he was apparently rather large, and the realization had him blushing again.

She looked up at him with a blush on her face. "Oh! Oh, ya prolly wanna know exactly what I need ya to do, uhm... Okay..."

She took his length and aimed it, carefully, at her quivering cunt, nuzzling into Braeburn's neck and sighing. "Alright, Brae... All ya gotta do is push your cock into here, right? I know you've never been top, but try to... Y'know, be like that. Start up slow, n' follow my directions, and we'll be good..."

"Ah... alright, Harvest..." Braeburn mumbled, flustered and horny in equal amounts. He began to move his hips slowly, pressing his tip to Golden Harvest's marehood.

"I love you, Braeburn," Golden Harvest murmurs, reaching up and kissing the tip of Braeburn's ear, wrapping her forehooves around his shoulders and her rear legs around his waist. "G-Go on... Dig in..."

Brae grinned a bit shyly, and responded with "A-alright..." He began applying a pressure to Harvest's snatch, gasping as he sank into her slowly. It was warm, and wet, and soft, and tight, and FANTASTIC. He'd never felt anything like this before, a wonderful pleasure that forced him to control himself so as to not thrust all of his length in right away.

"Ah... Ohh, fuck, Harvest...." The farm pony moaned.

Harvest's tunnel rippled and shivered around Braeburn's cock, twitching delightfully over it, her breathing becoming shallow. "Ooh... Brae," she breathed, kissing his neck. "Oh Braeburn, that's wonderful... Nnh..."

Braeburn made small thrusts, moaning as he buried himself deeper and deeper into his best friend. Her inner walls trembled around his length, and the feeling was indescribale. He'd been sucked off before, but this was oh so much better.

"K-Keep it slow, Brae," Golden Harvest murmured, holding him close and panting. "Make every... Mmf... One count... You can speed up l-later, I promise..."

Heeding the words of his lover, he moved slowly. He sank deeper with each slow, steady movement, dragging gasps and moans out of himself and Golden Harvest. Closer and closer he moved to hilting in her, his movements eager but controlled.

Golden Harvest moaned gently, her eyes half lidded, her legs gripping Braeburn tightly, keeping him close. She looked up into Braeburn's eyes, kissing his chin again, lapping at the flesh with her tongue and his lower flesh with her tunnel.

Braeburn tilted his head down and locked lips with Golden Harvest as he made his final thrust that embedded his length into her snatch. He was all the way inside his best friend, and it felt so...right. He moaned into the kiss, rolling his hips a bit.
Golden Harvest let out a loud, long, high-pitched moan. Braeburn was so deep, and his length was pressed against every possible spot of wet, accommodating, clenching flesh. She melted into the kiss, her hips rolling in counter to his, until the pair found a gentle rhythm, their hips rolling together.

Braeburn was in absolute heaven, the tight tunnel of Golden Harvest's snatch squeezing along his entire length at odd intervals. He opened his mouth slightly in the heat of the moment, providing vulnerability for Harvest.

Harvest's tongue shot out into his, wrapping around his own muscle and pulling him in, keeping him latched to her as wave after wave of giddy bliss filled her brain.

Brae began to pull out, though very reluctantly, to begin the true fucking. Still moving slowly, he inched his cock out of the tunnel it had previously disappeared into.

Golden Harvest shivered as Braeburn pulled his length from her, her eyes opening slightly with a curious expression, an eyebrow raised at him as she continued wrestling his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

Brae opened his eyes and looked into his lover's pair, his cock now only in by a few inches. Then he thrust into her; not too deep, and still gently, but with more speed and force than his previous ministrations. He was testing the waters for what was okay, his body aching to just take her already.

Golden Harvest squeaked, raising her hips into the contact, her clit brushing against his belly as he thrust in. "Hh-Harder, Brae! Please! I... I can take it!"

Satisfied that it was safe to continue, Brae bucked into his lover, more forcefully this time. He began to attempt to settle into a steady rhythm, pulling out and thrusting back in again. His inexperience made it a bit tough, but he didn't think Golden Harvest minded.

Golden Harvest squeaked and groaned with every thrust, but Braeburn's rhythm, erratic as it was, kept her from truly getting into it. Gently, she put her forehoof on his chest, letting out a moan and sighing.

"Easy there, easy! This is your f-first rodeo, don't r-rush it... Stop for a sec, I'll tell ya when to thrust, alright?"

Braeburn paused at the comment, flushing. He'd done it wrong. Shit. Still, he could recover, so he fell back into the comfort of listening for instructions. Golden Harvest did have a bit more experience with vaginas, after all.

"Okay," Harvest murmured, biting her lip at the sensation of Braeburn inside of her, "Thrust."

He thrust. Braeburn buried his length into his friend in one clean stroke, pulling a groan from himself. He was still a bit embarrassed, but it would pass.

"Ah! Mmmh... Alright, thrust," Golden Harvest repeated breathily, raising her head to rest her chin on his shoulder.
Braeburn grunted in response, thrusting into Harvest's sweet snatch again. It felt so incredible... If his ass felt half as good as this did, he could see why stallions always wanted to mount him...

"Mmf! Th-Thrust!" Golden Harvest gasped, giggling as she held Braeburn in her hooves and spread herself open for him.

Brae thrust his hips again, spearing Harvest on his cock. He moaned in pleasure again, and leaned into his lover's embrace.

"Ah... Fuck, you're so good Harvest..."

"Th-Thank you... Nnnh! Thrust!" Golden Harvest squeaked, closing her eyes contently, murmuring under her breath, her pussy convulsing over him.

Another thrust, another moan, another incredible feeling as Braeburn's cock was enveloped by Harvest's folds. She just felt so amazing!

Golden Harvest shut her eyes gently, panting slightly. "Thrust," she murmured. "Thrust... Thrust..." As she commanded him, she made him go faster, their hips colliding wonderfully.

He moved with her, following her orders to the letter. It was comfortable for him, settling into a gradual rhythm as Golden Harvest commanded him to fuck her.

"That's iiit," Golden Harvest murmured, confident Braeburn was in the groove and able to thrust as she needed him to without the constant commands. She laid back and let him go on, her eyes still shut gently and her orange mane flowing over the bar they rutted on, panting and gasping and letting out little moans.

Braeburn continued, slightly disappointed that the orders had stopped, but he now had a rhythm going, and could decide the timing for himself. He loved it, moaning like never before. Having an idea, he locked eyes with his lover again, then reached a hoof between them and started to rub on her clit.

Golden Harvest squealed, loudly, her eyes screwing shut and her hooves locking in place, shivering from the intense jolt of pleasure. "Fuck! Br-Braaeee!"

Grinning at the reception of his idea, he continued his ministrations. He fucked his lover hard and fast, and played with her clit the whole time.

"Sh-Shit! Aah! Braebuurn! Aaah!"

Golden Harvest's grunts and cries if pleasure filled the bar, her tunnel becoming tighter, wetter, quivering more by the second, her head rolling back and forth as she laid back and held Braeburn close, yelping with every wondrous brush of her clit and every pleasurable thrust of his length.

"Nngh... Feels... so good...” muttered the farm pony, thrusting into Golden Harvest. He enjoyed the spasms of her inner walls on his cock greatly. He pulled his lover into another kiss, and sped up a bit. The stimulation of her clit never stopped, Brae's hoof flicking over the nub rapidly the whole time.

Golden Harvest kissed back, her mouth desperately locked to his, relaxing into the embrace and letting herself go, letting the strong farm pony above her fill her with the best sensations she had experienced in years, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and into his.

Braeburn, amidst his fucking and moaning into his mare's mouth, felt a twinge in his groin, signaling that he would soon be forced to end this endeavor. He pressed into Golden Harvest, redoubling his efforts to bring the mare to a second orgasm.

Golden Harvest squeaked as Braeburn's length twitched inside of her, her eyes opening but aimed upwards, not looking at much of anything. She wrapped her legs around him, her pussy gripping tighter and tighter by the second as she prepared herself for another explosion.

"Don't you... D-Dare... Pull out," she groaned, raising her hips into his touch.

Moaning at the sudden new tightness, Brae felt his orgasm rocketing closer. He continued his thrusts, and sped up his hoof on Golden Harvest's nub. The finale of their sexual escapade was nearing...

Golden Harvest threw her head back, and let out a long, loud moan. Her crotch convulsed, her pussy quivered, and she released, finishing over Braeburn's length with a flow of clear filly juice firing over his still-thrusting cock. She barely registered it- the release was so powerful, she closed her eyes and let stars travel across her eyes, light-headed and flowing love over her partner.

As the walls of Golden Harvest's marehood started clenching erratically, Braeburn moaned again, even louder this time. Making a few final thrusts into his mare, he hilted a last time and let loose, having been told not to pull out. He bathed her inner walls in an off-white color, ropes of cum spraying into his lover. A bit leaked out of Harvest's cunny, mixing in with the still-spraying juices.

Golden Harvest's cunt squeezed tightly, holding her lover in place, her face a picture of pure bliss as she rode out her orgasm, humming from the warmth of Braeburn's cum.

"Fff... Mmmh... Sweet fuckin' Celestia..."
Brae slumped into his lover, exhausted. "Tha-that was... Mmph..." Brae managed in his afterglow-addled state. He smiled stupidly, and looked, glassy-eyed, off into space.

"You two mind gettin' off my bar now?" the bartender said meekly, blushing and pulling one of his cleaning rags from his crotch.

Golden Harvest nodded dumbly, afterglow still filling her being, and she gently pushed both herself and Braeburn back into a stool, still connected at the crotch.

She held him close, nuzzling into his chest, content.

Braeburn pulled Golden Harvest into an embrace, and kissed her on her nose. "That... was incredible, Harvest..." Brae drawled, contented.

She giggled, nuzzling further into his chance. "Do you think we got a chance? As... As lovers?"

Brae pulled her even closer to him. "Ah reckon we've got more than a chance, sugarcube..." He responded lovingly. He gave her another peck on the muzzle, then smiled warmly at her.

She pulled him into a gentle, tender kiss, sighing. "Do I go to your place tonight, or do we go to mine...?"

“Ah think mah place is a bit closer. And I've got a bigger bed..." Brae trailed off, letting Golden Harvest draw her own conclusions.

"So you want another roll in the hay before we turn in? Naughty colt," Golden Harvest giggled, giving Braeburn a gentle punch on the chest.

Braeburn feigned injury, and then joined in her giggling, pulling the mare off of his lap. He stood up, and slumped Golden Harvest across his back, still chuckling.

"Well, we'll see how things go, sugarcube."

And with that, he carried his friend... his lover... out of the bar, and into a new chapter in both of their lives.