This was the night. I was going to have sex with Fried Ice.
For months, I’d been avoiding the subject of sex with my coltfriend. Whenever he brought the subject up, I would avoid the topic as though it was a parisprite. He would notice and not press, despite the fact I knew he wanted to.
The subject always bothered me, though I didn't know why. I looked at pornography as my guilty pleasure, stared at plots even though I shouldn't. I had to fight lustful temptations in my mind every time I walked outside our small apartment. Compared to Ice, I should have bedded him a long time ago.
The two of us had been dating for almost two years now. Fried Ice had told me that he’d wait forever for me, yet I knew that he was getting impatient. We were both stallions, so why was it so difficult for me to have sex with him?
For months, I’d been debating whether or not I should do this. After all, I was still a virgin. We’d known each other for a long time. Actually, I’d known him since I was in Kindergarten. He was the first pony I’d ever met, and the two of us were instant friends.
My thoughts drifted back to the beginning of our relationship. After our friendship in Kindergarten, the two of us started small mini clubs just for the two of us. We’d been inseparable from each other ,to the point that our parents joked that we might as well share the same room.
As if our romance had been destined to be from the beginning, his parents ended up moving to the cottage in front of our own. I’d been thrilled to know that my best friend was going to be right next to me. Our attachment to each other grew.
Our friendship survived the years of adolescence. Despite the pressures of finding our cutie marks, school and the strange mishaps that occurred in this little town, the two of us only seemed to grow closer as time went on. He was always there for me, never deserting me whenever I was in need. He used to always call me his ‘little Archie,’ once he found out my cutie mark was a bow and arrow. The nickname stuck, and soon I was being called Archie or Arch.
When the two of us finished school, I’d decided that I was gay. The decision took me many years of experimentation, to the point that my family joked I was already a colt-cuddler before I’d even finished my third experiment. Despite indecision, I concluded that I was a homosexual and it was around that time that Fried Ice revealed he was gay too.
Our romance was not brought on by a sudden occurrence. The two of us remained friends for months afterwards. However, unlike the way other romances I have heard have begun, the two of us did not have a single event that started our relationship.
Instead of a grand event bringing us together, I simply made a decision and pitched it to him. One day, I walked up and I said to him, “I want to be your coltfriend.”
That began a romance that has lasted two years. Fried Ice had always been there for me, always loving me. Whenever I am lost or depressed, he has always come back for me. He has given me his love for many years, and now it was time to return the favor.
Tonight, I swore I was going to give him the best night of his life.
I’d kept the stallion waiting for my plot for two years. Now it was time to give it to him.
Everything was set up. I’d gone to the trouble of filling our bedroom with scented incense, filling the room with a smell that reminded me of vanilla. I’d dimmed the lights and made sure the bed was perfectly clean before I walked over to the closet.
Earlier that day, I’d gone to Rarity to get a special suit made. The suit was black with little white stripes running down the backside. The suit was made to hug my plot and chest, accenting them. I sprayed a few whiffs of special Canterlot imported cologne on my flanks. I even go to the trouble of putting make-up on my face to increase my sex appeal.
Next, I took a small bit of special lotion and smoothed my fur down with my magic, coating it in a bright, glossy sheen. Around my face, I dampen it with slight blush, and paint mascara into my eye lashes. I smile at myself in the mirror, confirming I that had in fact applied it the right way.
My flank is a bright brown, which contrasts well to the black of the suit. I style my teal mane backwards into a small swirl, which I know that Fried Ice likes.
Finally done with my outfit, I trot downstairs and await at the bottom of the staircase. I’d told him he’d get a surprise when he got home, yet I hadn't mentioned that I was going to actually have sex with him.
I look up at the clock. Right now, it is 7:58. He normally gets home at around 8pm sharp. He liked to be punctual, so I could expect him there at 8. I can hear the ticking of the clock as I await for him to get home.
After about three minutes, the doorknob slides to the left as he trots inside. His vibrant purple coat glimmers in the seductive lighting I’d made sure to place around the entrance. My heart soars when I see him walk through the door, and I fight the urge to kiss him.
Ice turns to look around, only to lay eyes on me. I can tell from the surprise in his eyes he wasn't expecting anything like this. The thought both aroused me and comforted me.
“Hey baby~” I purred, “How was work today?”
Ice was apparently so stunned it took him several moments to shut his mouth from gaping at the sexy image. He stammered awkwardly, “I-It was a-alright. W-what’s all this about?”
I give a tiny wave of my flank, exposing for a very brief second my inner thighs. I bat my eyelashes, “I said you’d be getting a surprise.”
Ice trembles. I know that he is fighting arousal, yet I stand up and give the ever so slightest wiggle of my rump. The tantalizing motion shattered his concentration and I walked up to him and hovered inches from his face.
I lean forward and capture his lips in a passionate kiss. The feeling energizes me as I push against his body, rubbing our snouts together lovingly. The kiss continues for several seconds before I pull back, smirking at him.
I turn around, not giving him a chance to respond before I show off my rump. The two firm cheeks were clasped by the tight fabric, holding them in place. I wave my butt in a seductive circle, keeping it just in front of his face. I know I succeed when I see him begin to drool onto the floor.
Next, I turn and take one hoof and allow it to roam across my body. Ice is too stunned to speak. I run my hoof up and down my flank, tracing the edges of the fabric in the places I knew he’d look. When it travels to my cutie mark, I rub the area. After I had traced several circles, I smack it hard.
The noise causes him to gasp in arousal. I look down and see a black sheath beginning to poke out from between his back legs, unable to be hidden anymore. I laugh and bat my eyelashes once more, then I wordlessly trot upstairs.
As though he was a slave, he trailed after me up the stairs. His eyes as fixated on my butt. To add more appeal, I wiggle it every so often as I make my way up to the bedroom.
Ice lets his erection dangle between his back legs as I stop at the top of the stairs, looking down. His face is one of lustful hornless, while his member has the tiniest bead of pre-cum dribbling at the tip. I like my lips before I smack my flank again, just to keep him aroused.
The two of us make it to the bedroom. I guide him to the bed, where I lay down on my back and look up. He bounds over to the bed and hops on top, standing over me in his typical display of dominance.
I take the chance to look to his stallionhood. It is black, with little pink spots dotting the length. It is roughly ten inches long, and fairly girthy. The flesh dangles freely, shamelessly above my waiting face.
I don’t give Ice the chance to speak before I twist my body around so my head now lay under his massive member. My own was hidden beneath this suit, betraying my arousal yet not showing it. I can tell from the heat radiating off his body that he was looking forward to seeing it.
The massive rod dangles above me, and I extend my tongue and run it along the head. I lick up the small bead of pre-cum that dribbles off, tasting it on my tongue. It is slightly salty, and has a faint taste of peach. The taste arouses me further.
Ice pants heavily, his member throbbing after I licked it. My lips curl into a smirk as I decided to give him the pleasure he deserved for months.
I run my tongue up the length, licking around the head. By his moan, I can tell he enjoys this. I become emboldened and slide my tongue further down the phallus, taking care to swirl it around the medial ring multiple times. When I reach the base, I give each ball a small kiss before I move back up to the head, repeating the process.
His pre-cum splatters on my chest, coating the fur. Above me, the stallion is panting heavily, jerking his hips slightly. I smirk once more, confident in myself. I re-position my head so it now lay right in front of his member.
For a month, I’d been practicing with a banana in order to train my gag reflex. Now, I was ready to try it out for real.
I open my lips and my tongue caresses the flared head. Before he can make another moan, my mouth wraps around the head, drawing it into my warm cavern. Ice trembles as I slowly lower my head so that his head rests inside my mouth. I can feel the meat pulse, heating my lips as I reach a hoof up to fondle his balls.
Ice yelps at this as suddenly I push my head another inch down. The meat now rests comfortably in my mouth, filling the back of my throat with the salty liquid. Yet I am not finished with it yet, and I look to see if my training had paid off.
Hooves press into my shoulders as I take his member into the back of my throat. I hold my gag back as I let the meat rest against the entrance. I look up to see I have barely taken half of it into my mouth. I make a note to see if I can do throat in the future.
Slowly, I move my head back and forth, stimulating his member with my tongue as I salivate onto it. Ice holds me still and he begins to take control, moving his hips instead. I smile, though he is unable to see it. I love it when Ice takes control of a situation.
His hips ram the phallus into my throat at a speed I didn't expect. I cough a few times, yet for the most part I remain silent. Ice enjoys this, and if he enjoyed it, I was doing my job.
I feel an increase in urgency with his thrusts, and the heat grows within my oral cavity. I shut my eyes as I prepare for a stream of warm stallion semen.
Ice seems to have forgotten that he was thrusting into my mouth, for now he is ramming the back of my throat with all his might. I cough frequently, but I hold back from pushing him off. I want him to enjoy this. I risk my discomfort for his orgasm.
I hum, vibrating his member as he begins to move with large thrusts into my mouth. I knew what that meant, and as such, I open my lips as a small bulge travels the length of his sheath.
A warm, sticky fluid fills my throat. I moan as ropes of his seed begin to pour down my gullet, filling my stomach with his sweet hot bliss. I hum as he empties his load into my mouth, running my hoof down his shaft to stimulate him further.
Ice shudders once more, yet I sense no stop in his orgasm. I eventually have to pull my lips off and allow it to spray across my face. My face becomes sticky with his seed as his member pours it onto me.
Finally, his seed stops flowing. I pant and look up at him, my face coated white from his viscous fluid. I try to gauge his reaction.
Ice has a look of ecstasy and wonder painted on his face. I smile and kiss his cheek, letting silence remain between us. We don’t need words to communicate the needs we now both share.
Ice says nothing, but his hoof travels to my rump. I realize Ice must have stamina, if he was able to function after that orgasm. I expect him to kiss or stroke my flanks, yet instead he smacks it and causes me to raise it.
I moan and he pulls the zipper from the back of the suit, revealing my two toned butt cheeks. He looks down with a look of lust before he pants, droll flowing from his lips. His two hooves glide down my flanks, resting on my flanks.
I shudder as he leans down and plants a small kiss on my puckered pony hole. He brushes my tail aside after the kiss, exposing it for his member to ravage. I give him a look of utter lust, showing him I was ready.
The mixture of semen and saliva coating his member lubed it as he positioned it against my asshole, ready to thrust inside. I expect him to do it instantly, and I prepare myself for his torment.
Instead, his member rubs teasingly between my two cheeks. The fluid coats my anus, and the coldness of it causes me to shiver. I look back again, yet the look on his face is one of dominance. He wasn’t going to let up after he went inside.
After a solid minute of his rubbing, his head pushes against the hole. He leans over me and kisses me just as his head penetrates the small hole.
I scream as a flash of pain travels down my form. My back legs tremble as he forces the head into my canal, filling it to the brim. I shudder and bit down on the sheets instead of his lips.
Ice waits and allows my anus to get used to the sensation of being filled. After a few minutes, I feel the sensations of heated pleasure travel down my form. My member, still trapped under the fabric, pulses out a small jet of pre-seed.
I’d heard of prostate stimulation before, yet I’d never attempted it before. As his member slides further inside me, I begin to see stars in my vision as the pleasure over takes me. I moan into the bed sheets as his girth slips further into my hole.
Ice leans over me, holding me in his hooves as he moderates just how fast he slides his girth into me. I groan and shut my eyes tightly once more, panting heavily as I feel my anus start to heat up.
Then his medial ring popped inside.
I screamed with ecstasy as I felt a large ring push hard against my walls. The pleasure overwhelms me as I slide to the bed, panting and my eyes fluttering. Ice chuckles before leaning down, kissing my face with passion. His kisses travel up to my ear, where his teeth gently latch onto.
Ice begins to speed his thrusts, filling my canal more at every rate. I feel traveling ways of orgiastic bliss travel from my flank to my body, filling me with heat. I let out a yelp when he forces his girth into me, burying it inside.
At that moment, Ice started to thrust as though there were no tomorrow left in the world.
I let out a scream into the bedroom as my vision was filled with white and red. My back legs gave out, yet his hooves were there to hold me up. The feeling of his member, the kisses upon my neck, all lent itself to a powerful explosion of sensations that threatened to consume me for good.
I am unable to think, unable to focus. Ice pounds into me with abandonment, giving me no relent while he gives me the treatment I denied him for so long. I no longer feel pain, as it is replaced with mind-numbing pleasure.
After several minutes, Ice began to slow his thrusts again, signaling his orgasm. If I had any breath left, I’d have encouraged him. At the moment, I was completely out of breath and out of words to speak.
With a finally shove into my ass, another strand of sticky cum fills my body. The heat is inside me, filling me with him. I myself am pushed straight over the edge, cumming into the suit that holds my member captive. As our collective orgasms wash over us, I scream until my lungs burn for air.
Finally, his torrents of cum cease. I collapse onto the bed, as he does likewise. His member comes out of with a slight ‘pop.’
I turn to face the stallion I love. His mane is disheveled, his face covered with sweat. Yet his eyes sparkle with love that I had never seen before.
Ice coughs before he whispers, “I-I love you Swift Archer.”
I smile before I snuggle deep into his hooves. As his cocoon of warmth envelops me, I whisper back, “I love you too, Fried Ice.”
