The air was thick with the smell of perspiration with a hint of alcohol. There was another less offensive odor in that hung gingerly in the air. Was it some sort of exotic flower's fragrance? thought the golden yellow coated stallion. It seemed like he had been locked in the tight little space for hours when in reality it had barely been a minute. Accustomed as he was to wide open spaces he was more than a little uncomfortable at being shut in. Worse yet was that he wasn't alone.
Sitting not a scant few inches from him was a pink coated mare that looked just as uncomfortable as he felt. Seeing that he was actually looking at her a shy smile crossed her face more so out of courtesy then actual friendliness. Reaching up, she fidgeted with her sky blue tresses. It could be worse. I happened to get a pony that doesn't seem interested in this game in the least, she thought.
The time stretched on and both ponies were hoping to get out of their precarious situation without any lapse of moral conduct. The silence was thick and it grated against the stallion's usually chatty nature so he took it upon himself to mercilessly kill the hush.
"Howdy, my name is Braeburn Apple," he said as he held out a hoof in greeting.
The mare gazed tentatively at his out stretched hoof for a brief moment before she reach out and gently bumped hooves with him.
"My name is Aloe Blossom and it is very nice to meet you," she replied curtly.
Braeburn winked at the mare.
"Like wise."
The ball was rolling and silence was a terrible friend so Aloe decided that she could be a little less tierce.
"So, Braeburn vat do you do?"
He smiled and then leaned over giving her a full view of his cutie mark.
"Well I'm mostly a farmer by trade. And like most of the other Apples I'm an apple cultivator." He said with no small amount of pride, "What do you do? It must be something pretty, because Ah couldn't imagine a pretty mare like you doing anything less."
A light warmth flooded into the vast seas that were her cheeks. Is he flirting with me? Shifting her weight towards him she a coy smile played across he lips.
"I am a beautician. It is my job to make ponies beautiful."
Without missing a beat Breaburn quickly fired another flirtatious statement.
"Ah bet you don't even have to try hard. Ah bet your beauty more or less just rubs off on the ponies you pretty up."
Inching closer to him she batted her eye lashes at him before she reeled back in shock at her own actions. Now I'm flirting with him. What is wrong with me? Peering sheepishly at the copper manned stallion she noticed the two viridescent orbs that almost hid underneath the brim of his hat. She felt like she could run forever the great green fields that spanned the globes of his irises.
The intenseness of her eyes on him made him feel even more uncomfortable than he already was. He felt small under that gaze and he tried to look away but he felt himself drawn to look at her shapely form. Her shoulders were thin but well developed and her skin was pulled taunt across her shapely hips. Trying not to ogle her lower half too much he forced his eyes north tracing the curve of her soft warm belly and chest. Crossing her collarbones his gaze continually raised until he found himself lost in the sea of cobalt blue of her eyes. Her eyes were so captivating that he let out a small gasp as he felt them tug at him as if they were pleading his adventurous soul to sail upon their seas.
Easing forward Aloe watched the stallion looking for any sign that he objected to her approach and seeing that he was just as lost in the moment she closed the distance until their coats almost meshed together in a clash of pink and gold. She hovered, just a breath away from his lips gazing at him through half lidded eyes.
Breath, warm sweet breath washed over his muzzle. Each wave of breath carried with it an exotic fragrance that reminded him of the wildflowers of home. His thin tongue slipped across his lips and he could feel saliva free itself from his glandular prison. There was nothing more in the world that he wanted more than to taste the fruit hanging plump and juicy so close to his hungry mouth.
She could barely stand it. His hot breath barreling over the small cresses and valleys of her muzzle making the velvet like fuzz that covered her delicate features sway like the canopy of an endless forest dancing in time with his warm southern wind. His breath held just the slightest bite of alcohol. It wasn't the better flavor of beer or the hot fury of whisky; it was the soft silky aroma of fermented berries, apples, with just a hint of cinnamon. She had a thirst and only he could quench it.
Neither could back out now. They were so entranced with each other that they didn't care how long they actually had. All the initial hesitation was gone and now they both felt incomplete they had to place the pieces of the puzzle together. They had to kiss.
Planting her lips upon his the first thing she noticed was how unbelievable soft his lips were and the thought itself enough to make her giggle against his lips like a school filly experiencing her first kiss. He tasted just like she had imagined. Braeburn didn't think. Nary a thought crossed his mind as he sunk into the warmth and spice of her embrace. The softness of her lips made him melt like butter inside and her tongue rapped at the door to his toothy mansion with the tip of her tongue. He threw the door open wide and invited her in with open arms, err lips.
Their tongues danced to different beats but they slowly fell into a cadence they both could enjoy. The warmth of her tongue lovingly thrashing about in his mouth elicited a low moan from the stallion as she pressed him back against the wall knocking his hat off of his head and on to the floor. They surfaced just long enough to take a breath before Braeburn pulled Aloe into his lap continuing where they left off.
She ravished his lips stealing from them every drop of his sweet tasting saliva. Running his hooves up her back he pulled her tighter into his arms against his well muscled chest. The sound of swishing perked his growing lust as he realized she was flagging in her excitement. The thought of going further stirred at the roots of his fleshy tree's trunk.
A warm wetness started to develop were Aloe's crotch met his fur as the trill of her blossoming flower was added to the orchestra of scents that now floated like clouds of ecstasy in the tight space. Growing restless Braeburn thrust himself forward Laying Aloe gently down on her back as he hovered over her. A blush had completely washed away the pink of her face as it was replaced by a deep purple in her passion. Breaburn pulled off his vest and tossed it haphazardly to the side, he didn't care about it at all. All he cared about was the mare laying in wait beneath him.
Returning to his muse he kissed her first on the lips before tracing a line of kisses across her face and then finally her neck.
"Meep," she peeped as placed small kisses and nips down her neck.
Casting errant gaze southward she saw that he was standing at full attention. Blushing she reached down a pulled his chin towards hers and raising up to give him a kiss. Her eyes were filled with one undeniable thing, desire. He gave her a small smile and then returned to his slow but steady journey down her now quivering body. She let out a loud gasp as he crossed her equator and began to place kisses around her navel.
A stray thought entered Breaburn's mind and it was so tempting that he had to do it, he just had to. After swirling his tongue around the interior of her belly button he quickly moved north and blew a raspberry on Aloes stomach. The sudden change up caught her off guard and before she could even register what he was doing it had done it three more times caused her to bust out in fit of giggles. The sound of her laugher was like a sweet melody to Breaburns ears as he felt his smile grow so big he couldn't even kiss her properly. The mirth of her laugh caused him to join her in laughter.
"Vell are you going to do it or am I going to have to?" asked Aloe, as her sexual frustration returned in full force.
Braeburn gave her a smile before he descended quickly completely neglecting the tender skin of her hips coiling his tongue her throbbing clit. The lack of build up and sudden assault directly on the core of her sexuality grated against the back of her mind and in a rush of the moment she bucked her hips into his face causing his snout to be buried into her marehood.
The scent, warmth, and the taste completely overwhelmed his senses as his face was bathed in her love juice. His composure was shattered. Every rational thought was torn asunder as he gave in to his baser instincts as he backed up. Looking down at the unhinged mare he aimed his spear true and with a forceful thrust of his hips he launched his stallionhood into her open love canal. Aloe let out a scream as she was suddenly filled by his burning warmth. Her breath came in frantic heaves as he waited for her to calm down. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes and his bit her lips to try to stave off the pain she was feeling in her neither region. Seeing her pain caused a sudden wave guilt to wash over the stallion and so he started to pull out. He was stopped however by a hoof and a pleading look. She gave him a soft smile and nodded yes. With that he started to rhythmically move his hips back and forth. And just when they were starting to enjoy themselves the door to the closet opened.
More than a dozen sets of eyes fell on the very busy couple. Pinkie Pie beamed from her spot as she held the door open.
"I'm sorry I kinda forgot about keeping time," said Pinkie in a cheery tone, ignoring the more obvious faux passé.
Rainbow Dash pushed past Pokey Pierce to see what everypony was gawking at to see Braeburn sheathing his sword in the pink sheath of a mare, Aloe.
Applejack let out a nervous chuckle as she passed a bag of bits over to Rainbow Dash. Opening the bag Dash eyed the bits within turning back to the still frozen couple in the closet.
"I told you, AJ. I told you Braeburn wasn't gay."
