Appaloosa. It had been a mere three years since the rustic town in the dry desert heat had set up shop. Braeburn, the local sheriff, looked over the town that he and a small group had settled into a well-established outpost on the frontier. The colt sighed with pride. The strip of buildings almost looked like what most would consider a town. And, everybody in town was smilin’ with their neighbors.

A bell rang off in the distance. Braeburn’s heart almost skipped a beat. That was the Apploosan Express, wasn’t it? Coming right in from the urban jungle of Manehattan, bringing visitors of all types, shapes, and sizes. The sheriff chuckled a little bit, shaking his head, hopping off of the patio of his office and heading for the station. Not only was it his duty to greet coming visitors into town, but there was a particular visitor he was greatly looking forward to seeing.

“Welcome to AAAAPPppoloosa!”

A few newcomers stepped off the train. Sadly, his enthusiasm could be a bit over the top. ‘Least that’s what cousin Applejack told him. Still it was hard to contain. Life was a great experience. Braeburn did a double take as the last of the ponies trickled off. Doing a little twirl to see if he missed ‘em, it dawned on him that there was breeze on his mane that he seldom felt.

“Eh Breah,” a deep voice mumbled into his ear. The accent was thick, rumbling like seductive thunder, making Braeburn close his eyes and shiver. He turned his head just a bit to see the stallion that this voice belonged to.

The thing that stuck out the most were the piercings. A nose ring, big, thick and bull-like, a gleaming golden ornament. Several silver studs trailing up his ears, with four bronze hoop earrings hanging from his head and jingling together like wind chimes. There was a little ring in his lip, a copper one. All of these were polished to a mirror shine, and gleamed in the midday sunlight like his white teeth did.

Braeburn hadn’t met many zebras, but this one had impressed him quite a bit. Taut, stripey, muscular flesh upon a tight, athletic form, rings around his neck and his left foreleg. Dreadlocks, long, fuzzy lengths of mane that spilled from his head over his shoulders, that dared to mask his copper eyes from Braeburns.

“H-Hi there, Zeraphim.”

Zera plopped the rancher hat back onto the golden pony’s mane. His hoof lingered on Braeburn’s cheek.

“You should be more careful of your belongs, mister. Mighty hard to find another hat like that.”

“Tis’ one of a kind…”

“Looks like it.” Zeraphim picked up his two rucksacks and stepped to the sheriff's side. “Though I think ya look might’eh fine without it.”

Brae dipped the hat over his eyes.

“Partner.”

Braeburn shivered. Partner. The word had many meanings for their relationship, and it wasn’t just a ranch-hand thing. Just the way the city boy said it, rolling it over his tongue and letting it slide so slowly into Braeburn’s ears… He knew what way the zebra meant it.

“Q-Quit it,” Braeburn protested, trying to ignore his rising blush. “Yer embarassin’ me.”

The zebra slowed his casual stroll down to let the local greeter to gallop up on him. Zeraphim gave the sheriff a hip bump for his trouble.

“You know you love it, pouty.”

Braeburn helped to take off the small saddle backs off of the well-traveled zebra. In short order, the bags were tossed onto the last station coach of the day. Being a gentlecolt, Zeraphim bows his head and opens the side door for his friend.

“Oh get dat grin off y’ur face.”

The coach shook from the weight of bodies piling in. Braeburn took a tentative seat on the furthest end of the coach, and Zeraphim soon followed, scooting down and pressing his flank against the sheriff’s in a way that most certainly wasn’t accidental. Braeburn swallowed, trying to keep his cool, focusing his attention to the outdoors.

“How far to your place?” Zera cooed, giving Braeburn’s ear a tiny lick, making the farmcolt squeak.

“Zera! H-Hey!”

The zebra chuckled. “How far?”

“Five minutes…” A hoof slide down his thigh. For some strange reason touching his little apple mark tickled the zebra to no end.

“I can hardly wait.”

“Please try, I don’t wanna repeat of the one-bit-shots night.” The memory of the incident made the pony worm around. Thankfully nobody had seen them slip out, but being unprofessional on the job was uncalled for.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. Am I always on my utmost behavior?”

Green eyes looked back at him knowingly.

“Usually…”

The pair’s bodies lurched forward as the cart came to a lazed stop. As Braeburn clicked open the latch, he felt the colt peck him on the cheek. He stiffened, and flailed a hoof, trying in vain to push the frisky zebra away, only to feel him go in for another kiss. He missed, but this time, his lips trailed against the inside of Braeburn’s ear, and the touch of metal made him shiver.

“S-Stop,” Braeburn murmured sheepishly.

“Do you really want me to?”

“Other ponies might see us…”

Zera smirked. “Out here?”

“Well, what about-”

Clouds of dust kicked up as the cart driver ran back to town. Zeraphim raised his eyebrows. The carriage dipped over the horizon, completely out of sight, and Braeburn’s green eyes desperately watched it go. The zebra threw a hoof around him.

“It’s okay, babe.” Zera whispered, planting a tender kiss on the apple pony’s cheek.

“I’m sorry.” the strong, smiling stallion said, turning to his partner. He buried his face into his barreling chest. “Ah’m just all… Y’know…”

“Nervous?” Zera chuckled. “You shouldn’t be if you’ve been practicing.”

Braeburn’s face turned red hot. “W-Well, Ah mean, Ah’ve been… A little bit behind, no p-pun intended.”

Zera snickered anyways. “Well, I’m certain you’ll enjoy tonight’s session, then. I brought along quite a few playthings for us.”

Braeburn moaned despite himself. “Playthings?”

“Aye…”

Moments later, Brae pulled both Zera and his belongings in his humble abode.

The cottage was well-built, like all the buildings in Appaloosa. The living room was decorated with a hodgepodge of items. A long log couch with black, featherY cushions. A mahogany rocking chair sat in front of the seat with a buffalo-woven rug under it. There were many other knick-knacks lying around. Brae couldn’t help but smile at friendship mask Zera made him hanging by the loft stairs.

“Make yourself at home,” Brae said, locking the door behind them.

Zera’s eyes trailed over the place, a small smile rising on his lips. He took the friendship mask off of the wall, glancing over it, the smork widening and a sparkle glowing in his eyes.

“You’re the sheriff, yes?”

Braeburn nodded.

“So you have hoofcuffs, I imagine.”

Braeburn blushed and nodded faster. Zera chuckled, turning around and nuzzling the farmcolt, giving his neck a little kiss.

“Good. The plastic ones I have will probably break under what we’re going to do.”

“Z-Zera…”

“I know,” Zera chuckled, “I tease too much.”

“That,” the pony looks away. “And, whatcha thinking of doing?” A peppy wiggle came to his hips. “Cuff me like a naughty colt?~”

“Aww, atta boi.”

Braeburn giggled, tapping his hoof against Zera’s nose. The imposing zebra tilted his head. He gave Braeburn a little wink, then pushed the law pony back, causing him to fall onto his couch. Quickly he followed, flopping atop his squirrelly pal.

“You’re lucky I love you.”

Braeburn’s breathin' quickened. “I l-love ya’ll too.”

The lovers shared a kiss, brief, but both felt a great more eased. It was a soothing kiss, slow, no tongues or other lustful gestures, just lips pressed against lips.

“Booping a coltfriend is a serious offence. Punishable by affection.”

Braeburn felt his mane spill out behind him as Zera took his hat from his head, and placed it upon his own. The zebra traced little kisses down his neck, making him squeak and shiver, rough, striped hooves trailing down his sides. Braeburn shut his eyes tightly, excitement and arousal winding him up, making him… Grow.

“Hard already? Naughty little colt…”

“Ah c-can’t help it!” Braeburn gasped. “Ya j-just…”

Zeraphim placed a hoof on his muzzle. He traced it down the stallion’s underside and stopped where his maleness stood erect. Heat rolled off of the flesh like the setting sun, and grew even hotter as the zebra gave the tan colored mast a tentative touch.

Braeburn shivered, rolling his head. Electric excitement zipped through his entire body, making his hooves twitched and flail outwards. Zera chuckled. The newly-minted deputy straddled Braeburn’s hips, and ground his package into the warm member. He kept his cool, watching the colt writhe in pleasure.

“Ohhh…”

Zera nibbled one of the stallion’s ears. His sheath traveled up and down the hard length. “You’re so cute when you squirm like that,” he whispered, his voice husky, dark and deep. “Don’t worry, I’ll make ya squeak soon enough, lawbreaker…”

“Zeh?” The pony pants.

“Yeah?”

“Will, uh, ya- be my cowboy tonight?”

A low rumble comes from the pit of the zebra wanderer’s chest. With a tip of “his” hat, he pulled Braeburn up, his sapphire eyes twinkling. He groped the toned flesh of his lover-of-the-hour’s lushish flank. The perky hole slide under his genitals, soft to the touch, quivering with anticipation. Grinding with rough coordination, the long arm of the law started to step out of the saloon.

“W-woah nelly,” Braeburn murmured, looking down. He had forgotten how long and thick Zeraphim really was, but that wasn’t the only peculiarity his lover had. Zera’s cockhead was adorned with a shining ring that jingled against the farmcolt’s flesh. He could feel the rings around his length, one after the other, denoting inch after inch of powerful zebra cock. One ring, two rings, three… As the zebra slid against him, Braeburn lost count after seven, the little bumps of the studs between rings making him moan.

“I assume you still like my ornaments, lawbreaker?” Zera chuckled.

The pony’s head nodded furiously, never looking away.

Zera’s field tested hips pulled back his tool of enforcement. Each cool metal ring slid over Braeburn’s puckered hole, and a wineglass-sounding twing peeped into their ears. The tiny guiche ring on Braeburn’s plump taint tapped against the ring on Zera’s flat tip. Thoughts raced through the pinned colt’s mind, but only the heavy throbbing of his heart stood out. Brae did nothing but tilt his head as the ebony shaft dipped beyond his gaze. Before he could utter a complaint, his sacred spot was filled with the greatest pressure, Zera’s cockhead pushing harder and harder against him.

“Z-Zera, nnnf, s-slow up…”

“What is it?” Zera said, licking his lips, looking down at his capture with a lidded, lustful gaze.

“Zera, Ah ain’t exactly, y’know, lubed up yet.”

Zera’s face went blank, before he started to chuckle, pulling away from the hopelessly hard colt. Even though Braeburn writhed on the couch, his need throbbing and aching, the zebra took his time. His firm flank swaying as he trotted to his saddlebags. The zebra took a green, opaque bottle from it. Licking his lips, he turned back towards his needy lover, only to take a small sip from it and put it back down.

“Z-Zera, hurry, p-please…”

“You be patient,” the zebra snapped coldly.

Braeburn groaned though his lip bite. His length throbbed needily, and his writhing grew stronger as his partner approached.

“Z-Ze… S-Stop playin’ so cruel…”

Zeraphim chuckled. “I’ll play you how I like, ‘partner.’ Now… Let’s have a taste of that ass.”

Back on the couch, the partners reset their session. Spreading apart the cheeks with his hooves, the zebra calmly admired the puffiness of his plaything. He first massaged the cheeks, seeing how it spread open. There was a minor gape to the rectum. Despite his calm persona, Zeraphim couldn’t help but coo with approval. Leaning in, his tongue grew hungry for it’s favorite meat.

“AHHhmhmmhmmm!”

The golden boy cried out into his forehooves. His hindlegs quickly snapped around Zera’s neck. Rolling his head from side to side, the windswept stallion of Appaloosa clenched around the wet, slithering invader. There was little to grab, sadly, but his body took the attention it got. Braeburn felt strong hooves wrap around his waist. Cool lips started to kiss his flank between deeper penetration.

“So eager,” Zera cooed, his voice husky, his thick tongue lapping into Braeburn’s hole eagerly. Slick splittle coated the colt’s insides, stretching him out, feeling him up, generating twitches and groans and moans. As he looked over, it became clear to Braeburn that he wasn’t the only one enjoying this. Zera’s cock twitched, pre dribbling from the tip, wanting something, anything. Times like these the colt wished he were a unicorn so that he could stroke that giant in magic…

Braeburn panted heavily, a hard blush on his face. “I ain’t got nah-one here who t-treats mah hole like ya’ll.” The hairs on the back of his neck stood on edge as his back caught fleeting grazings of the mammoth cock mere inches away from him.

“P-please, ssir. Please.” The twang in his voice carried his pain. Each moment they weren’t tied together was torturous.

Looking down, back at that gorgeous face, Zera could feel the blind lust that raged inside the colt. It still always amazed him, since he discovered the “cow-poke,” how bright he burned in his desires. That, and how amazing the flavor of the pony’s body was, sweet and cinnamony, tart upon his tongue. Groaning with a mix pity and his own built frustration, Zera popped off the loosened anus. Not wanting to be unoccupied, his hooves poured some of his lube shakely on to his steeled erection.

“Okay, partner,” Zera panted, pressing his cockhead against Braeburn’s slick tailhole. “Time to enter your saloon.”

Braeburn giggled helplessly, batting a hoof against Zera’s nose, his giggles growing as the zebra scrunched his face, and slipping into a loud cry of surprise and pleasure as the zebra rammed his thick cockhead inside. Braeburn’s back arched, his mane splaying out behind him, his mouth open wide in a silent scream. His captor laid atop of him, kissing and nibbling his neck, easing more and more of his metal length into him, stretching his hole and sending shocks of lust through his body.

“Aaah, G-Goddess, Zera,” Braeburn mewled.

After a deep exhale, the horny zebra began to force more of his turgid cock into Braeburn’s velvety embrace. His favorite sheriff had surely had one of the most welcoming rumps this side of Equestria, soft, warm, tight and yet accommodating. Giving gentle, quick thrusts in, the first ring sat mere millimeters away from the entrance. Ground was a tad hard to gain as the famished land was quick to latch on wholeheartedly onto moist, hard cockflesh, begging to be seeded. In a burst of pent up frustration, the brute snapped his hips forward, burying himself down to the crest of his third ring.

“Tight,” Zera panted, his ears still ringing from Braeburn’s harsh cry of ecstasy. The colt writhed underneath him, biting his lip so hard he could taste blood, his tightened throat releasing delectable squeaks, grunts and squeals. Zera held the stallion’s shivering body close to his, kissing him gently, stroking his sides as his plump belly ground against the cowpoke’s cock.

Brae felt his eyes squint, going in and out of focus. His emerald irises dipped back into his skull as every bump and vein rolled down his velvet tunnel. Each etching of his buff lover pressed his buttons, and the cowpony could feel his heart pound in his mind. Zera’s breath teased against his neck. Even the “training” rings on the stallionhood inside of him seemed to vibrate within him.

“Gah, Zera, I-I c-c-can’t handle you…”

Zera chuckled, nipping Braeburn’s neck, relishing in the squeal of pleasure that flew between his lips. “You seem to be handling me just fine, lawbreaker. Or shall I push you even further?”

Braeburn groaned as Zera pushed further into his rear, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. “Nnnnnh…”

“Such a good little colt,” Zera chuckled, giving Braeburn’s rear a hefty slap.

On reflex the pony boy clenched his butt. He meekly kicks his hooves and looked up at Zeraphim, his mouth slightly agape as the zebra’s toned body slapped against him powerfully. Each collision made his heart pound just a little bit harder, made sweat drip down his body.

The zebra sheriff couldn’t help but let his smugness shine through. All the signs of a submissive slave were starting to show. Twitching legs, sharp breathing, the vice-like grip of his hole, that face- it would only take a little bit more of a push. Raising his hoof up, Zera lands another hard slap on his partner’s other cheek.

“I know ya love bein’ a naughty clot…”

“Nnnnf! Ah doooo…”

“Ya love bein’ under me…”

“A-Ah do…”

“Ya love bein’ my fuck doll…”

“A-Ah…” Braeburn blushed, shivering. “Ah… Ah do…”

Zera gave his rear a slap. “Yer mah slave, aincha? Say it, cowpoke.”

“Ah’m your slave,” Braeburn gasped.

Zera slapped his rear harder. “Louder.”

“A-Ah’m yer slave!”

Zera looked down, grasping Braeburn’s hips. With a the spark lit, it was time to finish what he started. Lurching back, he ripped his cock out to the head. Before the doped Braeburn could mention anything, the entirety of his cock slammed right back into the waiting abyss, eliciting a harsh cry of pleasure from the bottoming stallion.

“Ugh, yeah, now scream for me...”

Leaning back, Brae panted heavily. His mouth opened but the noises were mute; his throat releasing scream after reeling scream. Practically bouncing from every aggressive thrust, his member flopped around, smacking against his body as Zera pounded the poor pony into submission. Grunting and groaning, a swelling sensation started to build at the tip of the cowpoke’s shaft, the head flaring, his body going rigid as he arched his back against Zeras.

“I’m-”

Braeburn couldn’t finish his sentence, as Zera’s lips wrapped tightly around his, pulling the cowpony into a powerful kiss as the vibrations of his rings grew to paramount levels. They could both take no more. They were finished, together, as one.

Zera’s thick length seemingly inflated as rope after rope of virile, fertile horsecum spewed into Braeburn’s passage, filling the colt with the most satisfying feeling of fullness, bringing his own orgasm to a rocketing, explosive climax. Braeburn’s cumshot blasted all over his belly, going as far as his face, forcing the stallion to close one eye as a stupid look of orgasmic bliss crossed his face. He was in heaven, and Zera was his guardian angel. Here they were experiencing cloud nine.

He slumped against the couch, panting blissfully.

Still joined at the hips, Zeraphim leant down and kissed his lover down his supple neck. Trickles of viscous zebra cum leaked out of his tight hole. Neither of the ponies really paid it mind. Humming, the sheriff zebra licks up some of the cum off of Brae’s chest.

“Thank you,” whispered the pleasure drunk Appaloosan.

Zeraphim smooches the cute cowboy on his nose. “I’ll always be here to help you.”

Braeburn giggled. “Oh?”

“Least I’ll try to be.”

The couple shared a long look, relaxed in each other’s eyes.

“So…”

Zeraphim chuckled, putting a hoof on Braeburn’s chest. “The night is still young, and I have many toys. We’re not quite done here…”

Brae perked up from his orgasmic high at the mention of “toys.” He looked away for a moment before chiming in, “I’d love to see them!” His forehooves roll around in a nervous twirl. “I can’t believe how hard you are still.” He mumbled.

“Haha, I knew ya would.” Zera pulled out of the affectionate butt with a gentle motion. Stepping off the couch the imposing stallion looks down, and picks up his limp prisoner. Throwing him on his back, the travel picks up his bags, carrying what he could up to the loft. Bumping his backside up, he dropped the boy on his lush, decorated bed.

“Let’s see here,” Zera reached around inside of his bag.

Braeburn had a long night ahead of him, and a handsome zebra colt to spend it with. As he laid back and closed his eyes, he shivered with anticipation, knowing that if that was the appetizer, the rest of the night was going to be something absolutely amazing.

Then he heard a little zap, and the hairs on his neck already stood up.

“Get ready.”

Fin.

Author's Note

Written and edited alongside ElusiveBadgerPony