Chapters Let's Write Some Gay! - Braeburn's Exotic Taste
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
Let's Write Some Gay! - Braeburn's Exotic Taste
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.”
“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.
Let's Write Some Gay! - Braeburn's Exotic Taste
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.
