The moon hung high in the starry night sky; no manufactured light for miles. Sitting alone in the desert was a quaint home. A home that from a distance looked very tame, but contained a wild party of an evening. The window on the second floor shook with a barely noticeable vibration. Creaking wood pierced the silent surroundings. Among the sounds was a metal squeak mixed with a rhythmic thump. Through the cacophony of sounds, a soft series of muffled moans floated freely through the air.

“Ah! Zer, I’m g-gonna-” the soft voice trembled.

There was a sharp tug on Brae’s mane, causing him to gasp in surprise.

“Ah ah ah. Not yet Deputy,” Zer whispered into Brae’s ear, slowing his thrust to an agonizingly slow pace.

“Not until your Sheriff gives you permission,” Zera grinned, having donned the yellow stallions Stetson, leaving his mane to flow down his shoulders.

Putting on his best pout face, the cuffed pony whimpered like a needy puppy. He had already been on the edge of orgasm for what felt like hours now. Small droplets of pre pearled up on his tip. The long “arm” of the law was steadfast at drawing things out.

The zebra tipped his hat down. Sure he had control over his body, but he knew he could break his illusion at any moment. Keeping focused, he thrusted his dick to the hilt, slowly pulling out to an elated gasp each time one of his rings graced Brae’s prostate.

“Zer-, ah, M-Mister Sheriff?”

Strong hooves dug into the captive pony’s rump. With a raspy growl, Zeraphim presses his muzzle against Braeburn’s ear. “Mmph, time for your reward, Missy.”

With a lustful nip of the stallions neck, Zera began to thrusts deep into the stallion’s body. Brae cried out, pulling against his restraints as he thrust back against the powerful zebra. He began to feel his knees weakening, the sheer force at which his coltfriend dominated him pressing him into the bed. A sudden electric rush raced through Braeburns body as he arched his back, finally being granted release. He whimpered in pleasure, hazily thrusting against the silken sheets as his warm load coated his stomach. Not a second later, Zera dug his hooves into Brae’s hips, braying loudly as he buried himself in his coltfriend’s velvety passage as deep as he could go.

A deep blush crept onto Braeburns cheeks as he felt Zera’s hot cum running down his leg, pooling below them as he was filled to the brim before Zera had even finished.

“Ohmygosh so much,” he whimpers to himself.

Zera gently laid Braeburn on the bed, his small form still quivering. Standing on his hindlegs, the zebra looked down at the Earth pony trembling and covered in cum. The stallion’s cuff covered hooves demurely covered his muzzle. Bending down the sheriff retired his hat and flicked the switch off the electro stim’s power.

“Could say the same for you,” the zebra said. His thick tongue dragged over the top of the exposed stallionhood, greedily lapping up as much cum as he could. With a gentle tug of his hips, Zera popped out part of his shaft. A sparse droplet of seed slipped free of the tight seal of their union.

Braeburned hummed contently; a bright, full blush betrayed his joy. His face winced, only for a moment, as the other rings passed by his prostate. Some how a few more stray drops of cum dribbled out still.

“Up for another round? Or did I tire the Deputy out?” Zera grinned.

“Mmm, how about giving this n-naughty little pony a cuddle?”

Zera planted a quick kiss on his lover’s cheek, wrapping his hooves Braeburns barrel. “Of course.”

They pulled each other close, simply lying together and listening to each other.

After a while, Zera opened his eyes, leaning his head back a bit to look at Braeburn. “So, have anything special planned while I’m in town?”

Brae’s eyes fluttered open. He smiled at the zebra and gave him a kiss on his lips. A hoof slide up from beneath the sheets, tracing along the zebra’s well defined abdominal muscles. It lingers for a time before Braeburn finds his voice.

“I’ve been thinking about a few things,” he mused.

Zeraphim’s ears perked up, “Go on.”

“Most of it’s been is my usual stuff. Wasn’t expecting that electro-thingie last night. Not that I’m complaining.”

“I’m glad you let me use it.” Zera smiled, his hoof idly brushing over Brae’s cutie marks, where he had teased him with it the most.

The gold pony beamed at the touch. “H-hey, that’s still sensitive.~”

“Mmmm, would you like me to kiss it better?” Zera smirked.

“I-If you insist,” Brae blushed, trying his best to hide it.

Zera slid himself down the bed, his hooves expertly massaging in all the right spots to calm the shivering stallion. He lay a gentle kiss on Braeburns cutie mark, smiling as he looked into those beautiful green eyes.

“It seems I have frazzled your nerves more than I thought,” He pulled Braeburn up into a sitting position with him, brushing his hoof through the stallions mane as he held him close. “How about some coffee?”

Braeburn nodded, kissing Zera on the neck before pushing himself off the edge of the bed, heading downstairs to the kitchen. Zera chuckled to himself as he followed, Braeburn walking rather unevenly as he left the room. A quick hoof fondles that perky Brae-butt on the way down.

Making his way into the kitchen first, Zera pulled the coffee maker from the bottom left drawer under the sink. Setting it down on the counter, he quickly plugged it in. Moving over to his bags, he pulled out a small bag of beans. The coffee machine made a low hum as it warmed up

On shaky legs, the tired stallion finally found rest at the kitchen table. Resting on his hooves, Brae tried to tidy up his mane.

“Ugh, I think your electro-prod went straight to my mane.” He giggled a bit, trying to pad down some of the locks that refused to lay down. Zera merely grinned as he began to grind the coffee beans, waiting for the water to heat up. Before long Zera lay a small plastic tray on the table, to steaming hot cups of coffee waiting for both of them.

“So, what was it you had in mind while I’m here?” Zera questioned again.

Braeburn sunk a little bit in his seat. His hindlegs idly kicked under the table. Taking a sip of the warm coffee, he finally spoke. “I’ve been really craving some nice bondage lately.”

Zera sighed, taking a slow sip of his own coffee.

"Brae..." He slid his hoof across the table, gripping the golden stallions hoof in his own. "That's not what I'm talking about.."

“What else is there to talk about?”

Zera tightened his grip on his lover’s hoof. “You know what, babe.”

“Oh...” The earth pony visibly deflated, turning to nothing, as if looking for an out. He forced himself to meet Zera’s gaze after a few seconds. “I can’t tell ‘em. I just can’t.”

“Everypony here loves you, Braeburn! I can’t imagine why you think anypony would think any less of you if they knew. This country is very accepting of ponies like us.”

“I can’t let them see me like this.” He looked down. “How can anyone still love a ‘hero’ who is so… perverse? If ta’ saw me like I was last night, I-”

“You’re thinking too deep into this, babe. No one is going to know about that. All they’ll know is that you’re into stallions. Nothing more. I’ve seen several different couples like us the last few times I’ve been here, and nopony batted an eye! Is it- is it me that you don’t want to talk about?”

“Oh no no no Zera!” Braeburn was quick to get rid of that notion.

“It’s not like that at all. I-I’m just not sure how to...” The stallion trailed off.

Zera placed both his hooves on the stallion’s trembling hoof. “Hey, remember I’m a healer,” he pauses for a moment, “Well almost one.”

Brae glanced back up through his mane, stifling a giggle.

“I’m here for you.”

After a moment of silence, a smile started to slowly creep up on the lonely pony’s face. Zera smiled back. “Such a beautiful smile.”

“Thank ya,” Brae said as he took another sip of the steaming coffee. “This is swell coffee,” he added.

“I’m ‘minoring’ in herbalism as the academic ponies put it. You pick up some interesting thing with that knowledge.”

Braeburn reached a hoof across the table and tapped his coltfriend on the nose. The zebra simply smirked and took a sip of his coffee.

“Ohh, there was something else I was thinking of trying,” he swallows, “Sexually ah mean.”

Zera hummed, “What did you have in mind?”

“Ummm, well, I don’t know a word fer it, but it’s where a pony puts his ‘thing’ in a hole for other ponies.”

Zera’s ear perked up. “You mean a gloryhole?”

“Appropriate name,” he muttered.

“I thought you didn’t want to do anything in public? That’s quite a jump.”

“It’s not really public if you think about it.” Braeburn tentatively tapped his front hooves together.

Zera was silent. Braeburn began to shrink away, hoping he hadn’t offended the zebra with his idea. Just as Braeburn was about to apologize for even thinking of such a thing, Zera squeezed his hoof.

“You really think something like that will help you open up?”

Braeburn squeezed Zera’s hoof back, nodding slowly.

“If it gets us a date, I’m willing to help you try.” Zera smiled.

Braeburn blushed. “Thanks, babe.”

Zera nodded, “If you going through with this though… Where?”

“Um, being the Sheriff of Appleloosa and all, I might know of some local services being offered at the saloon?” He blushed, an embarrassed smile on his face, idly tracing circles on the table.

“Might?”

“I, uh, overheard some stallions betting on which mare in town was runnin’ a thing called ‘the pleasure room’ a few months back.”

“Subtle.” Zera smirked.

“Yeah hehe. Anyway, I did a little snooping to make sure nothing illegal was going on, and I found the entrance. If we, maybe, went on a busy night we should be able to get more than a few customers.”
“I see,” Zera took a swig of the coffee, “And you’re not worried about being caught going in?”

“The entrance is behind the saloon. We’d just have to slip towards the edge of town before we get there.”

“Seems like you really planned this out.” Zera grinned, “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“Since your last visit.” Brae blushed, “I’d like ta think I have a powerful imagination.”

“Mmm, you certainly do.” Zera winked, thinking of their earlier session.

Before the zebra could continue a thump came from under the table; the piece almost comically jutting up. Braeburn froze in place. A drop of sweat slid down his handsome face.

“...You want to go again don’t you?” Zera smirked. His hindleg reached up and grazed the underside of Brae’s erection.

“Mmmhmm.” Braeburn nodded his head quickly, biting his lip.

Standing up, Zera gulped down the remainder of his drink. Brae did his best to follow suit; messily drinking what he could before he stood on his wobbly legs. He quickly followed Zera upstairs, finding him splayed open-legged.

“C’mere and let me taste you, cowpoke.” Zera grinned.

Braeburn trotted over to the large bed; his member lewdly slapping against his stomach. With a little hop he landed on Zera’s barreled chest with an “uff.”

Zera hugged the pony close- giving him a peck on the cheek. His eyes narrowed, locking on to the stallionhood poking his thigh. As the pony started to move, he reached down to grope that fine butt.

Brae squirmed his way up. After getting comfortable, his piercing eyes turned to gaze back at his coltfriend. He watched Zera for as long as his peripheral vision would allow. His muzzle pushed at the flesh of the dark sheath.

Licking his lips, Zeraphim took a deep breath of Braeburn’s strong musk. His own stallionhood started to reveal itself. The healer tried to pay no mind to it, focusing on the package before him. Braeburn gasp as he felt Zera’s rough tongue graze his shaft, gingerly circling his flared tip. Being attentive as ever, he trailed his thick tongue up the stallion’s length.

A high pitch coo left the cowboy’s lips. He rocked his hips against the slick tongue. Opening his mouth wide, he started to nibble the base of Zera’s impressive girth. Brae’s hooves soon slithered down to the large orbs nestled between those powerful thighs.

Amused by the rough nature, Zera gave Brae’s own sack a proper lashing. His lips suckled the orbs and his teeth grazed against them. Raising his muzzle higher, he sicked his expert tongue on the juicy taint and puckered hole above. A muffled, pleased cry came from the muzzle on his crotch.

Dragging his tongue up the towering shaft, Braeburn felt his lower half sway like a preying snake. A warm feeling of joy and lusted started to build in his chest. With an absolutely devilish grin on his face, the earth pony dragged his tongue down the ladder of sacred charms.

Throwing his head back, the strong zebra’s body was thrown against a wall of pleasure. His back arched like a lightening rod passed through him. Closing his eyes, Zeraphim squeezed hard into that silly pony’s flank.

Braeburn chuckled deviously. He looked through his legs to see Zera’s face in twisted euphoria. Placing his perky lips on tip, he suckled the bulbous head like it was candy. Then, with the flick of his tongue, he knocked one ring into another. The pillar of flesh surged in his grasp.

Zera felt far more flustered that he thought he would have. Brae certainly knew how to play topdog. Returning to his previous task, he started to play with Braeburn’s backside once more. The cock beside him throbbed in place as he did. He placed a hoof along his medial ring and began stroking.

Brae found his body sink lower and lower into the helping hoof. His hind legs tried to resist, trying to stand back up. Curse his sensitive bottom! With a burning feeling of revenge, he opened his maw wide; he took the first few inches of dick into his mouth. With a gentle hum he bobbed on his coltfriend’s cock, his tongue flailing along rings and flesh.

Zera moaned in pleasure, falling off for a moment, but was overall unfettered. His tongue licked the sweet spot over and over. The well versed tongue dared to even prob the poor pony’s entrance. It was slowly getting hard to concentrate though. The proud healer could feel himself slipping.

Wiggling his butt even harder, the sheriff could feel the pony binded under him grow more labored. He relaxed his throat and slid a few more inches down. His heart was racing. He had never gotten this far down before. A need to go farther overcame him as he pressed on, suppressing his gag reflex as best he could.

He felt Zera’s shaft slip into his throat, eliciting a sharp gasp from the zebra as Braeburn began to swallow. The cock’s length felt endless. Yet, as he massaged the ebony shaft, he opened his eyes as he felt his lips brush against Zera’s sack. He’d did it! He’d taken all of Zera’s shaft into his maw, and he could hear that the zebra was very pleased.

“Ohhhhhh fuck, b-,” Zera roared in a grainy voice.

Before the enraptured could say more, his throat was suddenly filled! A low groan shot down the pierced member. Brae’s legs slid low to either side; the earth pony dick sinking completely into Zera’s throat. The cowboy quickly turned into a rodeo pony; pounding his lower half on Zera’s face.

Braeburn held steadfast, moaning roughly and loudly around his coltfriend’s cock. Zera instantly fell into rhythm with Braeburn, swallowing repeatedly around the pony’s shaft. Braeburn shivered in pleasure, struggling to keep one step ahead of the zebra. Zera began to tense under him, knowing he was nearing his breaking point. A warm, pressure began grow in his sack, intent on making his alpha male cum first.

Then, a burst of pleasure rocked Braeburn’s body as he arched his body downward, crying out in pleasure as the floodgates opened. Feeling the sudden blast, Brae felt his own lusts let go. The stallionhood in the pony’s mouth jerked with each blast. Greedily swallowing, he milked the throbbing ebony shaft for every last drop.

Zera suckled gently on the yellow stallion’s shaft, purring in delight as he felt his warm load sliding down his throat. He gently teased Braeburn’s sensitive length, lapping at the base of his cock. The zebra shivered as the earth pony pulled off his blessed length.

Brae coughed, “Zera, I did it. I went all the way down.”

His coltfriend hummed, still suckling on the stallion’s length.

“Oh right,” he giggled demurely. With a careful touch, he lifted up a leg, and slides his softening length free. A trickle of cum lands on Zeraphim’s neck.

“I’m proud of ya,” the zebra swallowed.

Braeburn rolled on his side. Looking back at his favorite colt, he smiled weakly.

“We should probably take a shower.”

The pair nodded.

“Tonight’s gonna be a long night.”

Fin.

Author's Note

Special thanks to RandomPerson for helping me edit the chapter, for believing in the piece, and inspiring me to write one soon than I normally would have. He's made a great "Supporting Editor" through this! I mean, wow, I've never had a fan just turn and be so invested before.