mates

by dustybronybooks

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Romance
Length: 1728

breaburn an applebucking sexy pony is an outcast, soarin co leader of the wonderbolts is top pony. soaring may have feelings for breaburn but he has a wierd way of showing it

soarin hates breaburn for stealing rose luck from him….. or does he? soarin has been an ass to breaburn, but soaring may have hidden feelings for breaburn. and breaburn hides the fact that he can get pregnant. who knew? (i did). many cloppy things will happen
Soarin x breaburn semi-clopfic ( not all of it is clop)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-11-06 23:10:09 UTC

chapter 1

Breaburn looked around curiously, thinking he heard something on his way home to the broken down house he shared with Muck and voltorb. He let out a small huff when he saw nothing and continued on his way back from visiting with roseluck. Her family had been rather kind with Breaburn and had let him stay on many different occasions, though he would never stay longer then a night, feeling uncomfortable with longer. Plus it felt odd without the two stallions nearby when he went to sleep. For the beginning of spring, it is still rather cold in applelossa, not that Breaburn focused much on that. He'd been in worse situations, colder situations, before Muck and him found the abandon house on the edge of town, in fact, this spring seemed rather warm and comforting compared to the others. Breaburn let loose a sigh, his ears twitching wildly, looking for any odd sound that sprung up.

Moments later, as soon as Breaburn managed to make it to the edge of town, the stallion heard a crunch in the snow. He shot his head towards the noise and crouched down, his ears flattened and his teeth bared. The orange cowpony waited silently for the noise to repeat itself, and it did seconds later. The crunching sound came closer and closer as a pony like shape came out of the darkness. As soon as the shape got into the proper light of the full moon, Breburn stood up relieved to see whom it was, though he still is greatly cautious.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Soarin said, a semi cruel smirk on his muzzle.

"What do ya want soarin’?" Breburn asks, greatly exasperated. The cowpony's snarl was gone, but his ears were still back and he didn't get out of his semi crouch position.

"Well, you see, I was wondering the neighborhood, and saw you. Out of the goodness of my heart, I wanted to make sure you weren't doing anything terrible to the town here," Soarin said with a sneer. Breaburn sneered back, his lip rising angrily.

"If’n you just wanted to be a complete asshole, I'm leavin'. Gods above, I thought you would have gotten over yerself," Breaburn said before turning to go on his way. Soarin snarled before he jumped the unsuspecting pony, his front legs locking around Breaburn's hips. He froze momentarily before attempting to jerk away from the larger stallion.

"Hold still you mangy pony, I'm going to teach you a lesson," Soarin snarled out before biting at Breburn's back. Breaburn let out a yelp of pain before managing to get away from the larger stallion. Breaburn ran a good twenty feet before Soarin tackled him to the snow. They wrestled in the snow for a good long while before Soarin pinned him properly.

"What do ya want Soarin'?" Breaburn panted out, his muzzle partially buried in the snow.

"You, now let’s play," Soarin husked out as his front legs locked onto Breaburn's hips again.

"We can’t do that Soarin', I'm with roseluck," Breaburn replied with a sigh, though he did let the larger pony lift his hips up more.

"She doesn't need to know, mutt," Soarin said, his now swollen length pressing against Breaburn's entrance.

"We can’t," Breaburn replied airily as his body begun to respond to the older male.

"We can Breburn, your mine," Soarin replied before thrusting into the waiting heat of what the azure Pegasus stallion considered his. Breaburn let out a shout as the older male entered him, prying him open with his larger length.

"Nnngh," Breaburn moaned out, pawing at the icy and ground, trying to release himself from the mild pain he was feeling.

"Mine," Soarin snarled before pulling out and slamming back in. Breaburn let out another moan as Soarin begun pounding into him, determined to breed the cowpony below him. Moments later, Breaburn let out a semi-pleasured moan as Soarin begun to hit his inner pleasure spots. Breaburn really didn't want to do this, not again. He and Soarin had fooled around a couple of times in secret before the whole get the whole buffalo debacle, though they had never mated before this. Breaburn let out a gasp as Soarin hit something deep inside of him that made him see stars. The smaller stallion thrust his hips back as Soarin thrust forward, making them both moan in molten hot pleasure. They continued this for several long moments, Soarin, of course, taking the lead in their little mating.

A voice inside Breaburn's head was telling him to stop, to think of roseluck, but another one was promptly telling it to shut up. Breaburn had always known the value of friendship, in-spite of not really having any. It was probably his lack of having many of the pact connections that both buffalo and ponies were known for, which made him value any friend he came across. It was one of the many reasons he clung to roseluck. He depended on those ponies for comfort and friendship, and would be loyal to them until the end, just like he was with Muck and voltorb.

Breaburn let loose a moan as Soarin hit his sweet spot, hitting it savagely. Soarin grinned vindictively before slamming into that spot repeatedly, making the body below him moan and wreath in pleasure. Soarin had wanted the pretty little cowpony all to himself and had done everything in his power to try to make the pretty little thing all his. It didn't work obviously. He had tried everything to get Breaburn to like him, even going as far as isolating the smaller stallion to get Breaburn to depend on him. This tactic was one that his father had taught him when he was a colt, to harass his intended until said intended said, 'I do.' It didn't work in the end, but whatever, Soarin still got the pretty little thing bent under him, moaning like a bitch in heat. And moaning Breaburn was, so much so, that Soarin had to try and cover it up some so the other ponies in town wouldn't hear it.

"Soarin'~" Breaburn moaned out huskily, his inside clenching around the thick and hot rod pounding into his deflowering entrance. Breaburn's instincts were rolling in pleasure, glad to finally have a mate to be with for all times. It helped that his new mate was strong and handsome, and if Breaburn had been able to have foals, he would have wanted Soarin's looks in those foals.

"Say it again, mutt," Soarin panted out, still thrusting into the orange stallion below him.

"W-what?" Breaburn moaned out, his climax pooling in his stomach in hot waves.

"My name," Soarin snarled before nipping Breaburn’s left ear.

"Soarin' " Breaburn moaned out, bucking into Soarin's body.

"Again," Soarin snapped, his own orgasm begging to explode.

"Soarin’!" Breaburn said again, moments before he shot his seed against the white snowy ground. Breaburn's inner muscles clenched tightly as Soarin shoved himself in one more time, the azure Pegasus swelling at the base before his own seed splattered into Breaburns's insides. Breaburn moaned as the larger stallion filled him to the brim, his own insides felt like they were melting into a puddle of goo. Soarin held himself still, determined to stay mounted on Breaburn a few minutes longer, before carefully maneuvering himself until the two stallions were tail to tail.

"Stop moving," Breaburn moaned out, a pained whimper in his voice.

"Shut it bitch," Soarin snarled out, but not moving so much so as not to hurt himself.

"Jackass," Breaburn snarled back, but didn't do anything to move, knowing it was futile. They ended up spending a half an hour tied together before Soarin released himself from his knew mate.

"Now, where are you heading off to?" Soarin purred out.

"Home Soarin'. Now if ya'll excuse me, I have to get there before muck and voltorb get too worried," Breaburn snarled back and limped off as gracefully as he could. Soarin followed his pretty little mate to the rundown place that he called home. Soarin felt his lip curl in disgust when he saw the deplorable living situation that his mate was living in.

"You live here?" Soarin asks disgust obvious in his voice.

"Yes, I do," Breaburn replied tiredly as he looked around for voltorb and muck. He sighed when he didn't see them, they were either out looking for him or Muck and voltorb got distracted.

"Why?" Soarin asked, head cocking to the side.

"Where else would ah go Soarin'? Even after I helped with the buffalo, they still won’t allow a homeless pony into their homes," Breaburn replied with a sigh. Soarin frowned and followed Breaburn to his sleeping area. The Pegasus smirked deviously as Breaburn started to nuzzle under the lone but ratty blanket. Soarin is quick to mount Breaburn, just like before, and slammed into the cowpony's still loose hole. Breaburn let out a moan as Soarin begun thrusting into him again, as if the bigger stallion is determined to prove that he is somebody's bitch.

"You can come home with me mutt, I'll take care of you," Soarin grunted out, digging his hooves into Breaburn's sides. Breaburn let loose a grunt of pain, but rocked back into the bigger male.

Breaburn moaned out, claws digging into the half rotted wood underneath them.

“Shut up and bear my foals," Soarin grunted out, his voice getting a savage tint to it.

"C-can’t give you foals, I'm male," Breaburn moaned out heatedly, not hearing the floorboards creak with hoof steps.

"You will," Soarin snarled out before savagely thrusting into Breaburn's already abused hole.

"Nnngh," Breaburn moaned, not seeing Muck, voltorb and roseluck gaping stock-still at the door of the cabin. Soarin noticed them and smirked over at roseluck, mouthing that Breaburn was his now, and she'd never get him back again. The cream coated mare huffed before storming off, and the other two politely left, and ended up wondering around looking for brain bleach. Moments later, Breaburn shuddered through another orgasm with Soarin following moments later. Both panted before collapsing onto the ratty blanket that Breaburn had been trying to get under earlier.

"Mine," Soarin snarled out, his knot stretching Breaburn wide and tight.

"Yours," Breaburn panted back, shuddering at the wonderful feeling of being full and wanted