One Way Road

Winter was sitting stiff as a board on a small sofa in front of a fireplace. He wasn’t cold in the slightest, yet he was shaking and his mind was a mess. He let himself be delicately dragged into Wing’s home, where the batpony planted another, more decisive kiss straight on his lips. He felt their softness and could not help but feel blood pouring into his cheeks as something nimble and wet grazed his mouth. He barely managed to suppress a groan as the ash colt broke away and sat him on a sofa.

“I’ll be right back with some towels," whispered Dancer in a slightly breaking voice, leaving the room silent save for the crackling of fire.

Winter was torn between the excitement of the new sensations that threatened to overwhelm him and the absurdity of the situation he was in. He was kissed by a stallion and invited inside. Seduced by a laughing, energetic, slender, feminine, big eyed batpony who turns out to be a great kisser. A male, who didn’t look like it, was smaller and good looking with the most amazing gaze he had ever seen. A cute and shy equine who offered to let him stay the night so that he doesn’t have to go all the way across the city.

There wouldn’t have been a problem if he was a she. He would be all for it if it were a mare. Hell, he would be the one to make a move. But to be with a colt felt very intimidating - all the bits he didn’t want to deal with, the awkwardness of touching one another. It was just wrong. At the same time, the feeling of those lips on his mouth still sent spikes of excitement jumping along his spine.

The creaking of the sofa snapped Winter out of his musing. He whipped his head around to see a startled Wing Dancer holding two towels in his hooves.

“I-I brought these," he offered, blushing again as he hoofed the fabric to the other stallion. He accepted it hesitantly, placing it on his lap and observing the batpony drying himself. He was thin, his chest perhaps half of Winter’s size, with barely visible muscles and silky fur. As his head popped out from under the towel, he took a closer look at his soft features. His muzzle wasn’t too long, smoothly connecting his narrow jaw to the slender neck.

“Can I help you with that?”

Winter shook his head and blinked several times, finally noticing the other stallion looking at him. The towel lay on his flared out wings, wrapping down the frame, exposing the still damp fur on his chest, which went up and down in steady breaths.

“U-Um, I guess," squeaked out Snow, surprised at his high pitched tone. He cleared his throat and tried again in his normal voice: “I-I mean, yes, if you want to...”

As gingerly as he could, Wing Dancer picked up the towel from the sergeant’s nethers, making sure to keep eye contact with the other stallion. He put a hoof to Snow’s wide chest which hardened instantly, the muscles under his skin tensing up.

“S-Sorry, didn’t mean to-” he started, but was interrupted by the guardspony shaking his head.

“No, it’s fine. I just...well, you know...it’s weird," he stammered out, feeling his cheeks redden. “I’ve never...uh!”

“I understand," softly replied Wing. “I don't mean to startle you, so please tell me if you’ll feel any discomfort at all, okay? I promise to stop.”

Winter nodded and moved his gaze towards the fire. This time prepared, he forced himself to relax as the towelled hoof touched his chest again, rubbing it gently. The circular motion felt nice, and the texture of the fabric didn’t scratch his skin like others would - it must have been high quality material.

Steadily, the batpony worked his way around the muscled body, drying the sergeant’s neck, back, shoulders and hooves. The motions became more confident and deep, almost like a massage, which the guardspony grew to like and relax into. The ash equine was very gentle and precise, his hooves loosening one muscle at a time.

“C-can I do your head, now? Is that okay?” he asked, cautiously trying to face the earth pony who was lost in the moment.

A small nod of approval and sigh was all Wing needed. The batpony sat on his hind legs and propped his body up, placing the towel on the guard’s massive shoulders. From there, using both hooves, he massaged upwards, drawing occasional murs of approval from below.

“Umm...next would be the...uh, flanks. I’ll understand if you won’t want me to touch that though," Wing Dancer whispered straight into Winter’s ear. The tenderly velvet tone of his voice made the stallion shudder involuntarily. He felt good all over his body and was relaxed enough to simply nod and allow himself to be lost in the moment. It didn’t matter that another stallion would be touching him - in fact, the point was that it was okay for this colt to touch him.

As softly as he could, Wing Dancer pushed Winter into a lying position, his head away from the batpony. With the sergeant’s muscular flanks in view, the batcolt could not help but stare and gulp silently, a sensation building up inside of him and travelling down his body. The ash pony put the towel on Snow’s back and started moving it downwards, quickly arriving at his cutie marks and drying them in an outward spiralling motion. The feeling of his muscles tensing and relaxing underneath the skin made the nocturnal equine blush furiously, his mouth dry and agape at the wondrous sensation.

The stallion’s tail was a breeze to dry as it was short and neatly kept, ending up in a puffy mess nonetheless. The satisfied sergeant arched his back, stretching lazily after the pleasant massage session, not realizing the blushing batpony and the towel now pressed against his lap.

“That felt great. Thank you," sighed Winter, lying on his side and looking down at Wing Dancer. He had never seen anypony blush so much and look as cute while doing it. The colt was staring down at his hooves with a small smile, stealing peaks at Snow every now and again.

“U-Uh," started the batpony, pressing the towel harder against his lap, “I-I don’t think we’re done yet. There is still a-a place...that’s wet.” He looked up hesitantly towards Snow. “I-I would be glad to help with that. B-But only if you feel okay with it.”

Winter was in too much of a bliss to understand what the other pony meant. As far as he could tell, he was warm, relaxed and dry all over. “What do you mean?” he finally asked, turning to lay on his back and propping his head against the sofa’s cushions.

Wing locked his eyes onto Snow’s. He took a cautious step forward, over the muscular body. “There is a place," he started, licking his lips slightly, another hoof placed just beneath Winter’s shoulder. He had begun climbing over the stallion who just lay there with eyes widening. “A place that needs attention as well," he continued, looming over the white pony, his mouth slightly agape and a small, nimble tongue poking out of it shyly. He stopped mere inches over Winter, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, mouthing “I can help."

Slowly and not sure of what he was doing, Winter raised his forehooves to the muzzle above and pulled it down onto his mouth. The sensation was amazing and much richer, as Wing Dancer’s tongue slowly poked around the circumference of their connected lips. With each passing moment the kiss grew in intensity, the pair moaning into one another’s mouths.

The batpony lightly lay down on the stallion’s wide chest and stomach, pressing deeper into the eager mouth, slipping his tongue to poke around and explore, occasionally wrapping around and encouraging Winter’s. The sergeant soon took the initiative, holding the smaller colt’s head down and forcing his own wet organ into the other’s mouth.

The nocturnal equine gladly accepted the guest, guiding him around and carefully sliding the sides of the elongated bat fangs. Winter’s tongue grew rowdy and more passionate at this, much to the delight of the host. Wing playfully wrapped his own slender muscle around Snow’s, rubbing it vigorously and suckling, unable to stop the deep moans that followed every caressing motion.

The sergeant was lost in the moment, hungrily embracing the other’s mouth and tongue. His hooves ran wildly up and down the spiky batpony mane, the skin underneath smooth and warm. This sensation that was absent from his daily life for far too long spread all across his body, welling up in his nethers. Pretty soon he felt his sheath give way to the rising pressure of a building erection.

With a bit of surprise the batpony felt something poking at his backside - it took less than a second to realise what it was and he moaned in delight, giving one last slurpy push into the kiss before breaking away, glancing down at the panting stallion who looked both confused and extremely aroused. It took all his willpower to suppress his own rising excitement - despite the haze of emotions he felt, he knew that the touch of a foreign stallionhood would startle the straight guard beneath him. All he really wanted at this point was to please him anyway.

“I hope you’re enjoying this as much as I am," whispered Dancer in a heavily sultry voice.

At this point, passion took over Winter’s mind entirely. He didn’t care that he was making out with stallion - that was the best damn kiss in his life, and he had stiff proof of it down below. His imagination ran wild, pictures of that eager mouth and tongue wrapping around his meat driving him insane.

As if reading his mind, Wing Dancer lowered his head and breathed slowly into the guard’s ear, lust dripping from every syllable he spoke: “If you’d let me, I could take care of that long, hot, throbbing problem down below. Can I? Please?” he whispered, driving his point home by tracing the outline of Winter’s ear with just the tip of his tongue.

Winter gulped loudly, feeling his fully stiff rod twitch painfully, propped comfortably against the batpony’s flanks. With his tongue sticking out, he gasped a “yes” and nodded eagerly, feeling the flat tip of his cock squeeze out a sizeable drop of pre-cum. He felt the wet tongue lift from his ear and the smiling muzzle of Wing Dancer floated back in front of him. It lowered itself onto his forehead and planted a small kiss, followed by another between his eyes, forcing him to close them. The batpony worked his way around Snow’s face, gently pecking and licking every spot visited. In the meantime, down below, the nocturnal colt begun shifting his flanks around, stimulating the erection even further with gentle brushes of his coat.

The ash lover finally moved around to the neck, drawing out the kisses and slurping on the soft skin, licking it thoroughly with swirling motions. He could barely contain his excitement and had to lift his butt in order to not poke Winter with his stiffening meat. The lower he went, the harder he pressed his bottom against the sergeant's stiff rod, grinding it in between his cheeks, feeling sticky fluids travel down it’s length. He wished he could dive for that cock right away, but he wanted to make sure the stallion was comfortable enough and would not be startled by the sudden stimulation.

As the small colt got to Winter’s wide torso, the pressure grinding against his needy penis subsided, leaving his member to slap violently against his stomach. The sensation was both thrilling and painful. He looked down at Wing, panting heavily. The equine was kissing and licking his chest in long strokes, the sheer length of the tongue causing involuntary spasms of his nether muscle. He wanted to hurry him up, shove his face down towards his throbbing need, but each wet, sloppy kiss landed on his stomach robbed him of the strength to move. Instead he opted to put a hoof on the colt’s head and pet it, slowly caressing it from the top of the head to the base of the neck.

The appreciative gesture didn’t go without notice. Wing Dancer purred into the stallion’s gut, inching ever so closer to the dangling prize he so longed for. He observed it twitching from the corner of his eye, tracing every heavy drop of pre on it’s way to the tiny pool at the base of the magnificent member. His mouth was salivating at the mere thought of lapping it all up and it took him much restraint to continue with his plan of preparing Winter for the blow of his life.

Much to Snow’s dismay, his member still stood unattended, hot and throbbing over his stomach while the cunning batpony took a detour. He licked the inner sides of his muscular hind legs in long, slow strokes, stopping mere hair-lengths away from the needy sex organ. As he finished one side, he slid his face over the stallionhood, taking a long whiff of the musky scent before shifting focus to the other side. The white stallion let out a pathetic whiny as yet another painful throb squeezed out a drop of precum which effortlessly travelled down to join the others.

“Hmm? Did you say something? Did you need something?” whispered the ash lover, stroking the inner loins of the larger stallion. He was as hungry for the main course as the stallion was needing it, but Dancer always enjoyed delaying. It would make diving in an even more exhilarating experience.

Winter’s mind was in shambles. All his feelings were focused around the nothingness surrounding his penis, the need consuming him. Each twitch he felt seemed to make him stiffer than before. He gasped for breath, trying to put a coherent sentence together. He looked at the batpony with pleading eyes, his tongue sticking out in lust.

Maintaining eye contact, the colt finally caved into their mutual desires. Wing loomed over the tip of the twitching member, it’s head slightly flared from the strain of being up for so long without the slightest bit of stimulation. He took his time to look it over, now unable to decide where he should start. If he could, he would gulp down the whole thing, balls included, and milk it dry. Finally deciding on the best course of action, he moved his muzzle lower, opting to start at the source.

As if under a spell, Winter observed the ash muzzle travel down his length, stopping over his heavy sack. The slender lover’s tongue snaked out and connected to the scrotum, sending an unbelievable spark up his spine. His member squeezed out another droplet of juice in anticipation. The batpony smirked and planted a kiss on the testicle, his wet muscle wrapping around it in swirling motions, moving it around in its pouch. The sensation was incredible and the stallion lost himself in it, lolling his tongue out and looking at the ceiling absent-mindedly.

Wing nuzzled the sack lovingly, kissing and slobbering over the orbs. They were quite big, which was exactly how he liked them. He puckered his lips to a single testicle and begun sucking, slowly but surely drawing the ball inside his mouth, each inch of the scrotum tendered to by his swift tongue. As soon as the treat popped entirely into his mouth, Dancer heard a shallow sigh and moan, a very rewarding sign that his actions were more than welcome.

Snow felt the pressure around his testicle as it danced on top of the slender tongue caressing it and was gasping for air. He felt he could cum just from the batpony toying like that with his family jewels. The pressure in his loins grew even stronger as the hungry nocturnal lover did the same to the other testicle, carefully but with passion and skill swirling the ball in it’s pouch. The tip of his horsemeat flared suddenly when the entirety of his scrotum got sucked into the velvet mouth. He felt his balls squeeze against one another, secured in place behind what he assumed were the pony’s fangs. He didn’t give much thought to it, as the sensation of tugging, sucking and swirling threatened to overwhelm him.

Dancer had the tip of his nose driven against the base of Winter’s cock, the heavy, musky scent of dick flesh and pre-cum causing his own member to squeeze out a drop or few. He made extra sure none of his fangs grazed the tasty balls inside his mouth which he swirled lazily, suckling and squeezing them together. He let his eyes roll up in their sockets, enjoying the fullness of his mouth and the peculiar taste of Winter’s balls. He hummed and moaned into them, feeling the cock under his nose twitch with every sound he made. His eyes managed to focus on the small pre-cum pool, right beneath his chin, lazily making it’s way down. It was time to finish the appetiser and dig into the main course.

The sergeant gave out a long groan as he felt his balls released from the comfortable maw. He managed to prop his head up just in time to see Dancer lay down comfortably between his loins, lust sparkling in his eyes. His tongue slipped out from his muzzle, this time going straight for the throbbing penis, laying flat at the base. The sergeant bit his lip and closed his eyes shut as the sensation intensified - little by little the wetness climbed, brushing blissfully against his flesh, causing his heavy cockhead to flare up again. When the nocturnal pony reached the tip, he unexpectedly gave it a quick swirl, eliciting a short moan of pleasure. He felt Wing’s hooves press against the base of his meat, bending it away from his stomach.

The batpony smacked his lips, savouring the thick, juicy cream he just got a taste off. As he pulled the dick back to himself he heard the sergeant pant quietly. Now, fully perpendicular to the rest of its owner's body, the erection looked truly magnificent, glistering with the fresh trail of saliva the batpony left behind. He nuzzled the thick medial ring, brushing against it with a groan of pleasure. With half-lidded eyes, he addressed the moaning sergeant: “Permission to milk you dry, sirrr," he purred, scratching the sensitive surface of the member with his short coat.

Right now, Winter was ready to just jump the stallion and facefuck him himself. All the teasing and stimulating drove him crazy with need, his heavy meat bulging with pressure, aching for release. In a single breath, he groaned out: ”Granted," making an effort to keep his head up and observe the other pony’s ministrations.

“Very well," cooed the batpony, again lowering his muzzle to the base of the proudly protruding cock. He swept his tongue around the base, hungrily lapping down the pre-cum pool he so longed for. It was salty but without the weird after-taste cum usually had for him, which was a promising bonus. Having finished, he decided to not torture the needing stallion anymore and got down to work. He ran the flat of his tongue up the length, carefully working around the swelling medial ring, nibbling at the half-flared cockhead with just his lips before plunging back down in a long and swift stroke. His efforts were rewarded with sighs and moans and some inaudible words the sergeant was muttering in ecstasy.

Finally getting what he wanted, the white stallion was lost in the stimulation his sensitive cock received. Wave after wave of pleasure spiked through his body, the blows irregular and unexpected each time. The batpony alternated between slow and firm strokes and fast, suckling motions along the whole length. His nimble tongue felt divine, and the stallion was already feeling a build-up in his member, the tension causing his horsemeat to drool a constant trail of pre-cum which the ash lover happily kissed away from the tip to the very bottom each time.

Dancer was in heaven himself - his tongue glided softly over every puffed vein, tracing it's outline, relishing in the pulsating sensation. The whole thing’s scent was heavy and intense, driving the pony to work even harder for the prize which seemed to come closer with each lick. Hearing a change in Winter’s shallow breathing, he finally climbed his mouth to the very top of the rod and very carefully encased it with his lips. Gingerly, he pushed the flaring tip between his fangs, his tongue constantly lapping at the source of tasty pre-cum. The fat cock was indeed huge and even after the bulky head was in, the rest of the length still grazed his fangs.

On his side, Winter felt the pressure in the stallion’s mouth, a most peculiar feeling. It gave a tightening sensation as the ash lover began bobbing his head up and down the cock, going only as far as half the length. The rest of his veiny flesh was encased in a hoof and gently stroked in unison to the muzzle slurping down on his member. Along his whole length, the building pleasure was nearing its peak - every inch of his caressed cock sent ripples of pleasure up his spine, causing him to buck slightly into the welcoming mouth, eager to finally get off.

Wing smiled to himself, working against the guard’s motions, allowing the stallion’s cock to graze the back of his throat. He was breathing steadily through his nose, the overpowering smell of sex causing him to murr in delight. He felt the throbbing erection inside his mouth dangerously tense up, the sergeant nearing his breaking point. Dancer took one last haul of air and, whilst carefully observing the lust-ridden stallion, hilted on his meat.

The sudden lunge the batpony took at his cock tipped the guardspony over. The tension was hovering near breaking point for some time now, but that one swift gulp finally triggered a quickly rising orgasm. The sergeant could feel himself deeply lodged in Dancer’s throat, the flesh snugly clamping around the spasming penis. He felt his cockhead swell painfully, the final barrier before unleashing what felt like a torrent of seed slowly giving way. He put both hooves onto the ash head and pressed it even harder down, grinding heavily against the nimble tongue that twisted around the lower half of his straining love muscle.

Wing Dancer’s eyes rolled back as he felt the flared tip deep in his throat spasm powerfully, a jet of fluid splashing straight into his stomach. He eagerly rubbed the underside of the rod, feeling the torrents of cum pass by through the urethral canal, regretting he could not savour the taste. Each spurt was followed by a deep groan and feverish panting from the orgasming stallion.

Winter was so caught up in the moment he initially didn’t notice the batpony delicately trying to pull away. As the orgasm’s intensity let up, he finally took the time to look at his lover. The ash pony had his eyes closed shut, tears forming at the corners, gently yet firmly trying to push himself up on his front hooves against Snow’s iron grip. The sergeant let go, suddenly scared he might have hurt the smaller colt.

The batpony gasped for air, stifling coughs and burps with a hoof. He took deep breaths, resting his muzzle beside the deflating penis that was all the way in him just moments ago, almost choking him. He opened one eye looking at the worried soldier who had his hooves at his sides, nervously panting, trying to talk through shallow breaths. “Are you okay?” he finally managed, bending over the batpony with effort.

The nocturnal equine smiled and nodded, putting a hoof to his face. “I’m fine," he panted in a hoarse voice. He pulled himself up a bit, nuzzling the worried stallion’s snout. “Did you enjoy it, sir?” he asked, laying his head against the wide chest.

Winter Snow hummed with relief and hugged the smaller one closer, relaxing in the glorious afterglow of his orgasm. It didn’t matter anymore that the pony who just blew his mind out the window had a penis instead of a vagina. From his point of view all he saw was a cute equine snuggling up against him, lying across his wide chest with a small smile.