The letter arrived at about noon.
Braeburn had been trying to lose himself in his apple-bucking work, and it hadn't been going so well. He couldn't get Sheriff Silverstar's nagging voice out of his head, dumping all of Appleloosa's community outreach work with the nearby buffalo tribes on Braeburn's back, taking all the credit while the overworked stallion busted his flank holding endless negotiations. Braeburn had walked home from the buffalo settlement last night, managing to get a whole three hours of sleep before he had to be up working the orchard.
Needless to say, Braeburn was not pleased. Every buck he gave to the apple trees that surrounded him seemed twice as frustrated and half as productive.
But that was when the mailmare came. Well, she moreso crash landed into one of Braeburn's apple baskets, but the colt could care less about the damage when he read the letter she dutifully presented.
He actually bounced with joy when he read it. After stuffing the letter in his vest, Braeburn hugged the slightly confused pegasus before galloping off of the orchard as fast as his legs could carry him.
Braeburn did technically still have quite a lot to do around town that day, but fortunately for him, the stallion was more than capable of talking his way out of it. Sheriff Silverstar was peeved at first when Braeburn ducked out of another boring trade negotiation, but that subsided as Braeburn explained that, surely the Chief has come to respect you so much that you can certainly handle these talks yourself, plus this cold that I'm coming down with could only hinder peaceful discourse, fake cough.
With all of his sweet-talking out of the way, Braeburn rushed out of town, heading toward his small homestead. He stopped before the door, collected himself with a deep breath, and stepped inside.
“Hey, nice letter!” Braeburn shouted, “My favorite part was definitely 'fuck it's hard to write while flying this was a stupid idea'.”
No response. The house seemed empty. Did he arrive too early? That would have been a first, the little showoff's always wait that zooming noise is definitely coming from behind him-
“Surprise!” Soarin' shouted as he tackled Braeburn, the two stallions tumbling and laughing as they mock-wrestled on the wood floor. “Been waiting on your roof for auugh like an hour, what took you so long?”
Pinned, Braeburn tossed his mussed up mane out of his face and planted a long kiss on Soarin's lips. “Some of us have jobs we have to cheat our way out of. No matter how badly we want to ravage spoiled little celebrities with awful penmanship.”
“Aw, come on,” Soarin' pouted, “The fact that I wrote it when I was like, halfway between Seaddle and here has to count for something. And, wait, you had work today?”
“See? Spoiled!” Braeburn grabbed Soarin's side and pushed him over, pinning the blue stallion to the ground. “Doesn't appreciate how every other pony out here in the real world has to work for a living, thinking everypony will just drop everything to attend to his every little need.”
Braeburn's body had been pressing up against Soarin's flight suit, and as the growing bulge underneath shifted, the yellow stallion grinned. “Fortunately, I do enjoy putting spoiled little celebrities in their place.”
Soarin' stuck out his tongue, wriggling as Braeburn took the zipper on his flight suit between his teeth and pulled it, revealing Soarin's very excited stallionhood. Braeburn gave Soarin's shaft a mischievous little lick. Putting a hoof beside Braeburn's head, Soarin' chided, “You know, this does seem a bit more like you dropping everything and attending to my every little need.”
“No. Shush. I'm putting you in your place and you're very upset about it.” Braeburn swatted Soarin's hoof away playfully, then stood up. “Now get up and get your ass to the bed.”
“Fine, fine. Here I am, being put in in my place.” Soarin' rolled over and stood, walking to the bedroom, showing off his cute little butt and his swinging cock the whole way.
“Stroke of luck that you came by so soon.” Soarin' heard Braeburn call from the next room as he jumped onto the bed. “Saw a few things that made me think of you the other day. Didn't know when I'd be able to give 'em to you, though.”
“Aww, dude, I should've gotten you something from Seaddle.” Soarin' rolled onto his back, stretching his legs and wings. “They had these great little pastries, although to be honest all the apple stuff just tasted bland compared to-”
Soarin' didn't bother to finish his sentence. Seaddle's cuisine seemed inconsequential in the face of Braeburn holding a bit and two pairs of cuffs in his teeth.
“You gotta be kidding.” Soarin' stared.
“Trust me?” Braeburn grinned. The blue colt sighed and held his legs out. Moments like these were what made Soarin's attitude totally worth it for Braeburn. The Wonderbolt was sprawled out naked, wings gently flexing, trying to act all cool while being cuffed to his bed. Soarin' shuddered when the second pair of cuffs were fixed, his cock stiffening with anticipation. Braeburn stepped over his stallion and passed the bit from his mouth to Soarin's, kissing him gently as he fixed the straps behind his head. Soarin's embarrassment was all too evident in his face. Totally worth it.
Braeburn backed up and savored the look of his colt - bound, gagged, erect, and completely at his mercy. “You know, you're much cuter like this than in that silly flight suit. Think I should get me some pictures for the Equestrian Inquirer?”
“Fhuch hoo.” Soarin' pronounced eloquently through the bit.
“Well,” Braeburn stepped off of the bed and stuck his head under it. “Now that you ain't going nowhere...”
The way Soarin's eyes widened when he saw Braeburn pop up with a large equine dildo in his mouth was, to put it gently, hilarious. Braeburn snickered, almost dropping the toy. Instead it just wobbled menacingly before helpless little Soarin'.
Hopping on the bed again, Braeburn slathered his tongue all along the brown and white splotched toy, looking Soarin' in the eye the whole time. Soarin's needy erection throbbed desperately, envious of the show the cowpony was putting on. Just as Braeburn's tongue touched the tip of the dildo, he lunged forward, burying his muzzle between Soarin's cheeks and lapping greedily at his hole.
Electricity coursed through Soarin's veins. All of his pretense, his shame for enjoying this treatment was washed away by Braeburn's agile tongue. As it caressed, teased, and explored him, Soarin' moaned loudly through the bit, squirming and writhing on the soft sheets.
Just when Soarin' thought he could bear his erection's need no longer, Braeburn raised his head. Soarin' gave a desperate, pleading look to Braeburn. The yellow stallion met his gaze, and rested his grinning muzzle beside Soarin's pale blue balls.
“I really missed you.” Braeburn spoke just above a whisper, before pushing the flanged tip of the toy into Soarin'. The blue colt cried out as the large dildo stretched his entrance. As Braeburn slowly pushed the toy deeper, he began dragging his tongue across the bound Wonderbolt's balls. He gorged himself on Soarin's heady scent, suckling gently at the pegasus' sack as he moaned in delight.
Only a few inches of the toy protruded from Soarin' now. All it would take to reduce Soarin' to a blissful, panting mess would be a single touch to his engorged member, and he knew it.
“Something fun about this here toy,” Braeburn said, his warm breath hitting the saliva on Soarin's balls. “Had a unicorn friend of mine enchant it just for you. Bet me ten bits it'd drive you wild.”
Soarin' wiggled his flank and let out a low moan. Braeburn touched a hoof to the base of the toy, and a purple glow swiftly enveloped it. The pegasus gasped as the toy suddenly pulsed with warmth, as though it had sprung to life inside him. The throbbing toy began to gently slide back and forth in his passage as the tip begun to leak a stream of warm, sticky pre.
The sight of Soarin' writhing in pleasure, bucking his hips as the magical toy elicited tiny squeals and huffs was too much for Braeburn. Wrapping his lips around the bobbing gray cock before him, Braeburn lapped hungrily at the warm, pulsating member. From the steady stream of salty fluid leaking from Soarin's flared tip, Braeburn knew he didn't have much time. Shuffling forward, he pushed his own erection against Soarin's ass, already slick with the dildo's pre-cum.
Braeburn looked to Soarin' for approval, receiving a hurried nod and two quick grunts. Taking a slow breath in, he pushed his quickly flaring head inside Soarin'. The pulsing warmth of the pegasus' passage as well as the dildo against his shaft forced strong moans from Braeburn's throat. As he began thrusting, Braeburn put his lips to Soarin's flare and passionately tongued the dripping tip.
Soarin's tight warmth and stifled ecstatic cries quickly became too much for Braeburn to handle. With a final thrust, his thick seed spurted inside the enraptured Wonderbolt, mingling with the magical toy's cum. Through the bit, Soarin' let out a shuddering, quiet whinny as his hot semen splattered against Braeburn's tongue, the greedy cowpony swallowing the sticky ropes as quickly as they came.
As the stallions' orgasms slowed, Braeburn let the gently pulsing cock slip from his lips, smearing the side of his muzzle with stallion-milk. He pulled himself out of Soarin' slowly, the pegasus still quivering lightly as Braeburn removed the dildo. Their combined spunk had dripped liberally onto the bedspread, but Braeburn could care less. Unfastening Soarin's bit and cuffs, he rested his head on the blue fuzzy chest beneath him. After a moment of remaining spread-eagled on his back, Soarin' put a hoof around his colt and felt him smile against his coat.
How long the silence lasted between them, or when exactly one or the other faded into a comfortable sleep, really didn't matter. They both knew they'd have time to catch up later. As for that moment, all they needed was in that sunlit bedroom.
