A vast desert sat before the pioneering pony Braeburn. The sun sat heavy in the twilight skies overhead. Not a cloud in sight. Resting his head against the glass, he let out a heavy sigh. A smile came to his face though when he felt Zera press against him, softly nuzzling his neck.

“You’re really sure about this, babe?”

Brae nodded his head. He pressed his muzzle into his boyfriend’s neck. “Yes,” he said.

The zebra opened the front door open for the cowpoke. Brae slowly stepped past, receiving a firm flank slap as the door shut behind them.

“Naughty thang.” Brae grinned, winking at the zebra.

“You’re one to talk,” Zera says giving the stallion a cheek peck.

As Brae gave his friend a fake shove their ride pulled up. The yellow cowboy found himself frozen for a moment. Zera trotted over to the coach, hopping in. Not wanting to keep anypony waiting Braeburn took his seat across from Zera.

Braeburn shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His long mane blew wildly as the cart picked up speed. Lost in thought, he jumped a bit as hoof gently kicked his. The stallion’s posture relaxed as the couple played.

“Ya know this is nice. Feels strange without mah hat though.”

“You look cute, especially with your mane down like that.” Zera smiled comfortingly.

A hoof ran through his long, orange locks. The cowpony couldn’t help but feel a deep blush on his cheeks. He was so lucky he’d managed to end up with such an compassionate pony for his boyfriend.

Appaloosa seemed to just creep up on the pair. The last rays of sunlight were close to disappearing. The zebra stepped off first with Brae following close behind. The sheriff looked around in all direction, using Zeraphim as a equine body shield. There we quite a few ponies roaming around.

“Hey,” the healer booped the stallions nose.

“What?”

“You’re fine.”

All the townsfolk just went right on by the pair. Stepping out of his friend’s shadow. The ponies didn’t even seem to notice the pairs presence. It was strangely comforting.

“Now,” Zera said, turning to look to Braeburn. “Show me this backdoor of yours.” He grinned, poking his tongue out playfully.

Braeburn blushed in embarrassment, “L-lewd.”

With a flick of his tail, the native Appaloosan struck off, sneaking through the back alleys of a few buildings. For a small town it was maze like. After a few minutes the pony found the door.

“Service Entrance,” Zera read aloud, squinting at the words in the low light. He chuckled, “Hope nopony’s ever wandered into here before with a different idea.”

“If they have I’ve never heard of it.”

Braeburn placed his hoof on the door handle. After a few seconds he felt Zera’s hoof join him and open it with him. The heavy door swooped open, creaking a little. The pony stepped in first. Faint sounds could be heard through the small back hallway. Most of it was drowned by the sounds of patrons and bar music playing.

“Please be respectful of any patrons you might see.” Another sign read.

Zera hummed as he looked around the barren hall. A door just a foot or two away stuck out; a red circle sat over the latch. He smirked knowingly.

“Well,” Braeburn sighed bashfully. “Here we are.” He sounded as if he were ready to begin, but stayed glued to the floor.

“Indeed,” Zera said nudging the stallion. “Let’s get you set up with your own room.”

The civilian Braeburn followed Zera, exploring down the hall. He found it hard to keep his eyes off the floor. The pair passing a few red marked doors until they found a vacancy. Zera stood by the door. Before he could open it Brae rushed past him, secluding himself in the shadow cast by the door sill until Zera entered and locked it.

About the size of a large stall, the room was rather quaint. There was a chair and a stool off to one side. It took the shy stallion a moment to notice the impressive hole sitting just about neck level. He covered his mouth as he stared at it.

“Good to know you’ve had practice with that size.” Zera nipped his flank, grinning.

One of Brae’s applebucking legs twitched up at the sudden bite. “Y-yeah, good thing, huh?.” He swallowed.

Zera noticed the small enchanted crystal fixture in the door. It was currently dull red, with small text under it. “Press when ready.” He read allowed.

“Fancy,” is all the orange pony said as he sat down on the stool.

“Ready when you are,” Zera smiled, taking a seat behind Brae.

Soarin slammed his mug down on the table, belching lowdly as he wiped his muzzle.

“Damn! Four already, Soarin! Keep to this pace and we’ll be carrying you back to the base!” Firestreak laughed.

“Eh, you shuut chur mouth,” the pegasus said swinging his mug. “I’ve gotta enough-of-a-sense to know when to stahp.” Soarin belched again, eyeing the bottom of his mug. He set it down again, looking around the room. “Damn… I don’t see any singles in here.” He huffed in annoyance.

“Yeah, why are we even here, boss?” Lightning Streak murmured, “Seems like not much goin’ on, man.”

While his fellow Wonderbolts chatted, Soarin absentmindedly looked towards the bar. A little crystal above the mirror lit up green, a huge grin forming on Soarins face.

“I’m sure Fast Clip know’s something we can do besides taking old timey picture,” mused Silver Lining.

“Hmmm, well ah-”

“HUSH comradios,” Soarin blurred. “I have found us a willing orifice.”

The other Wonderbolts shot each other a glance of bemused confusion. Their squad leader jumped up and trotted to the bar tender. Over the deafening roar of intoxicated ponies and music, nopony heard the discreet conversation Soarin had with the bartender. With a nod the pony, pushed a back door open with his hind leg, Soarin drunkenly trotting through.

A green eye dared to peek through the large hole. The sudden loud slam of an adjacent door caused the pony to sit up. His heart pounded in his chest. Sweat trickled down his brow as reality hit him; it was show time. Peering through the hole again, he tried to catch a quick glance of who was slowly plodding towards him.

“Soarin!” Braeburn almost gasped,

“Hey dar’ lovely,” the pegasus slurred.

Braeburn recoiled a bit, worried that he might have been recognized. He stifled as he tried to think.

“It’s rude to be peekin’ darling. I thought a proper lady didn’t kiss and tell?”

Braeburn breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mmm, no matter. I kinda like ya naughty things.” The stallion put his fore hooves against the wall, sliding his cock into the hole with no hesitation.

His brazenness caught Braeburn off guard, Soarin’s stallionhood sliding through and grazing his lips, making the oblivious stallion shutter.

“Ohhh, good. You’re an eager one.” He grinned.

The earth pony sat there, basking in the long member thrust into his lap, er, face. It towered over him resting just on the tip of his muzzle. Brae couldn’t help but just take it all in. He felt an eager twitch jolt through his breath. Licking his lips he nuzzled against its base, playfully dabbing his tongue out on the stallion’s sack.

Soarin shivered at the sudden stimulation. He rocked his hips in and out of the wonderful hole. The lofty lengths of his shaft rubbed against the mare’s face. Petite licks around his shaft grew into a gentle suckle on his head. Lust burned in the pits of his loins.

Brae’s mouth went to work on the shaft. His eyes fell half-lidded as he went into a frenzy of tongue lashings. Even though he was rock hard, all he could think about was being a pleasing host. Leaning back, the pony did his best to lick the ridges along the flare. He barely noticed how his mouth gaped.

The pegasus could feel his hind legs tremble as pleasure coursed through him. His breathing was harsh and ragged. Pressing forward, Soarin started to linger longer at other pony’s maw. Gah, how he wanted to just be in there already.

Laying a hoof on the the stallions base, Braeburn gently gripped his cock. Holding it with both hooves he coddled it, slowly beginning to sliding down his length. He caressed the pillar of flesh, his tongue hungrily assaulting it. Wrapping his mouth around the head, the cowboy grabbed the bull by the horns and pressed forward.

Feeling the warmth plum up, Soarin used his toned flanks to press hard against the oh-so inviting maw. The pegasus couldn’t help but moan as he pushed against the back of his entertainer’s throat. Fuckin’ this throat was all the drunk stallion wanted.

Braeburn suddenly gasp, almost choking on Soarin’s cock as he jumped forward. Suddenly Zera’s tongue pressed against his plothole. The orange stallion purred in delight as he returned to his ministrations. Zera eagerly tongue fucked his boyfriends tight hole.

“Oh Celestiaaa,” the pegasus moaned. Even for his stellar body, Soarin found it hard to rapidly thrust in the vice-like grip. Not that he was complaining. His hips pushed hard into the very depths of the mystery pony’s throat.

Zeraphim’s tongue danced around in the velvet like folds of the earth pony’s rump. The healer couldn’t help but taunt his kinky pony. His “medicine” rod was at full attention too. Bucking his waist up, the studly zerba frotted his cock along the pony’s dribbling mast.

Soarin’s wings fluttered stiffly, pathetically trying to move. “This gal is getting into it,” was an extreme understatement looming in his mind. Curse this hole for not giving his last few inches the deepthroating they deserved. Pressing as far in as he could without hurting himself, he groaned in pleasure as he felt the mares throat swallowing repeatedly around his throbbing stallionhood.

Brae took controlled breaths as he worked the cock in his mouth. He let out a whimper that turned into a low groan as Zera’s lubed member pushed into his sensitive hole. All the stallion could do was stand on shaky legs as two horny alpha males reamed him out on each end. The the familiar sound of his one true Alpha's balls pounding against his body put the cherry on top however.

Slamming his stallionhood home, the wonderbolt captain held his dick inside the taut mouth. Thumping his hoof against the wall several times, Soarin bellowed a satisfied grunt, his body letting loose a mighty orgasm. The lofty height of pressure crashed down, and a torrent of seed pumped deep down the host’s throat.

Soarin’s virile gift welled up Braeburns cheeks, slowly dribbling out his lips and running down his chin. With a satisfied sigh Braeburn slipped his mouth off the cock, hungrily lapping up any seed he’d missed with his outstretched tongue. The proud member fired several smaller bursts of cum before it was pulled free of the hole. The orange stallion had to bite his lip, resisting the urge to gasp as Zera fucked him slow and deep.

"Oh look here he comes." Said Fleetfoot, the only mare present in the small entourage.

Soarin sat down with a stupid grin on his face, sweeping up his mug for a good few gulps.

"No shit, there's an actual gloryhole back there?" Lightning Streak said as discreetly as he could over the noise of the bar.

Soarin nodded, grin still present. Suddenly the other three stallions stood up in unison, discreetly pushing and shoving each other as they raced to get back there first.

"Wow… Real gentlecolts, guys. Leave the mare high and dry." Fleetfoot deadpanned.

Cool night air swept across the lovely couple’s bodies on the moonlite carriage ride home. The pair’s matted fur blew in the breeze. Zera’s hoof idly brushed through Braeburn’s mane, both of them cuddling close under the stars.

“So, did your plan work?” Zera broke the silence.

The tired pony nodded his head against the zebra’s chest. He tried to speak but ended up just holding his tongue out. Brae let his limp hooves simply embrace the body beside him.

“You’re a troop, my kinky friend.”

Braeburn raised his head up and looked deep into Zeraphim’s copper eyes and planted a kiss on his lips.

“I love you.”

Fin.

Author's Note

Edited by RandomPerson. He's super awesome.