Table Games and Lust Aflame

by Marshal Twilight

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Braeburn, Big Macintosh, Thunderlane, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance
Length: 12200

Soarin and Thunderlane, nearly a year into their relationship, have a week to themselves in Las Pegasus until an upcoming Wonderbolts show. They take a liking to another couple, Big Mac and Braeburn, perhaps enough to get to know them more intimately

Soarin and Thunderlane, nearly a year into their burgeoning relationship, have a week to themselves in Las Pegasus until the upcoming Wonderbolts show. When they stumble across a couple of familiar stallions by the name of Big Macintosh and Braeburn, they come to find that they like them quite a bit. Perhaps enough to get to know them a little more intimately.

Pre-read by Bad_Seed_72

Published 2015-02-28 00:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-28 00:50:02 UTC

Chapter 1: Double Date

If there was ever a place that had no need of Celestia’s day, Las Pegasus would be it. The end of a day never seemed to touch the vast neon paradise that sat on the very edge of the San Palomino Desert. The city was a bustling metropolis of both commerce and vice, a sprawling urban jungle of casinos, tourist attractions, and just a hint of corruption. It was Equestria’s most popular tourist destination, and Thunderlane was starting to see why.

Such were his thoughts as he looked around in awe at the buildings around him, brightly covered in neon lights of all colors. The crowds parting around him and Soarin went almost unnoticed as he took it all in. He was so accustomed to small-town life that the sheer scale of one of Equestria’s largest cities was still something he hadn’t quite wrapped his mind around. However, his attention was torn from the amazing neon spectacle when he heard a low rumble from next to him. He turned his head to look over at Soarin, who was giving him a goofy grin.

Thunderlane rolled his eyes. “Let me guess…”

“Yep!” Soarin replied, completely unabashed. “You hungry?”

“A little,” Thunderlane said. “You know any of the restaurants around here?”

Soarin smiled. “There’s a pretty good place just down the street. A bar and grill kinda thing. Sound good?”

Thunderlane shrugged. “As good as anything.”

Soarin gave him another smile, one of the casual ones that made Thunderlane feel warm and fuzzy inside. Over the past eight months of their relationship, Thunderlane had been learning just how many kinds of smiles his coltfriend had. There were the smirks, whenever he was about to do something annoying. He had the soothing ones, for whenever Thunderlane felt nervous. The simple, everyday ones that just made him feel happy and content. And then he had the sly or mischievous ones, which usually came right before he pounced Thunderlane and had him melting under his roving hooves.

Thunderlane felt himself blushing and quickly forced those thoughts out of his mind. The middle of a crowded street was not the right place to be having less-than-pure thoughts about the stallion. He knew very well how things tended to go when he got aroused around Soarin, in public or otherwise. His coltfriend made it difficult enough already just by being so damn attractive.

“Alright, follow me,” Soarin said, beckoning with a sweep of his wing. He turned and continued trotting down the sidewalk.

Thunderlane quickly caught up, taking up the same pace beside him, only a couple inches away. The crowds were thick, of course. Mares and stallions of all races were everywhere. Las Pegasus was always a tourist destination, but it was a dozen times worse with the Wonderbolts show coming up at the end of the week.

“So, what’cha think of Las Pegasus so far?” Soarin asked, glancing over at Thunderlane with a knowing smile.

Thunderlane grinned. “It’s amazing!” he said. “I’ve never seen so many lights in one place before. I don’t even know how ponies can sleep at night.”

Soarin smirked. “Well, there’s this thing called ‘curtains’…”

“Oh, shut up,” Thunderlane said, rolling his eyes.

“Some ponies even have blinds,” Soarin said, undeterred. “Once, I even heard about something called a ‘light switch.’”

Thunderlane sighed. Soarin laughed at him, but didn’t comment further. After a moment, the black stallion tensed, then relaxed as he felt one of Soarin’s soft wings gently press down over his back, the feathery warmth quickly causing him to forget any annoyance he might have had.

He glanced over at Soarin, and a smile appeared unbidden at his lips as he lost himself in those stunning green eyes. No matter how hard he tried, he never could stay annoyed at Soarin. For a moment he even forgot where he was as an urge to kiss the stallion came over him. He started leaning forward, intent on doing just that, until Soarin suddenly halted.

“We’re here,” he announced.

Thunderlane blinked a few times and looked around, a faint blush on his cheeks. He wasn’t sure if Soarin had noticed anything, but either way he didn’t comment as he led Thunderlane into the building. It was a mid-sized restaurant, a homey little place with wooden floors and furniture that made it seem rather old-fashioned and slightly unusual in this particular city.

It was already past normal dinner hours, so there weren’t that many ponies in the restaurant. That suited Thunderlane just fine. Most ponies didn’t recognize him, since the reservists didn’t get nearly as much recognition, but it wasn’t unheard of for Soarin to get surrounded by crowds of fans in the blink of an eye.

More than once, Thunderlane had gotten irked at the more flirty ones that vied for Soarin’s attention, but his coltfriend would always rebuff them, keeping it strictly to smiles and autographs. As it was, only a few ponies looked up at their entrance. As Thunderlane watched, he saw a few sets of eyes go wide among the various mares and stallions, and the murmuring grew a little louder as more and more of them noticed Soarin.

Whether he was oblivious or just pretending to be, Soarin paid them no attention and walked further into the restaurant. Even a few of the servers had stopped to stare, and Thunderlane felt a slight twinge of annoyance at one waitress that was eying Soarin with a slightly hungry expression.

He shot the mare a fierce look, causing her to blush and hurry along toward the kitchen. Thunderlane smirked to himself. He was generally a nice guy, but his hawkish eyes made for quite a threatening glare when he wanted. It had been useful more than once for scaring away the fans that clung to his coltfriend a little too closely.

“Hey, hold up a sec,” Soarin said, coming to a stop. “That pony over there… The big red one. I feel like I know him from somewhere.”

Thunderlane followed Soarin’s gaze, and his eyes fell on a booth along the back wall. Sitting on one side of the table were two stallions. One of them he recognized as Big Macintosh, and next to him was a smaller light-brown earth pony with a blonde mane that he didn’t know. The two of them hadn’t received their food yet, and the conversation seemed to be mostly the brown stallion chattering away while the red one grunted and nodded from time to time.

“That’s Big Mac,” Thunderlane said to Soarin. “He lives in Ponyville.”

Soarin brightened up. “Oh! From Sweet Apple Acres, right?” When Thunderlane nodded, Soarin grinned. “I love their cider. I stop by every year to pick up a few bottles that I reserve in advance. Their pies are great, too.” He glanced at Thunderlane. “Wanna say hi?”

Thunderlane shrugged. He didn’t know Big Mac all that well, but he was nice enough from what he’d heard. “Sure.”

The two of them trotted over toward the alcove, and Thunderlane took the time to study the smaller stallion’s appearance. Unlike most ponies, he was wearing clothes; a simple leather vest along with a brown stetson. Thunderlane had never thought he’d see a pony that looked more countrified than Applejack or Big Mac, but this one was certainly giving them a run for their money.

The one wearing the stetson noticed them first, pausing in his conversation as he looked up at them. “Y'all need somethin’?” he asked, in a thick southern accent.

“Heya!” Soarin said, his easy smile in place. He glanced at Big Mac, who recognized him immediately and gave him a smile and nod. “I’m Soarin, and this is Thunderlane.” He nodded toward his companion. “And you’re Big Mac, right?”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said, his voice a low rumble.

Braeburn brightened up. “Well, any friend o’ Mac’s is a friend o’ mine!” He extended a hoof toward them, and they both gave him a hoof-bump. “I’m Braeburn!” he said, voice full of pride. “Come on, have a seat with us!”

Well, he sure seems friendly, Thunderlane thought. He sat down on the bench and slid over in front of Braeburn, feeling the long tablecloth brushing against his legs. Soarin followed suit, sitting next to him and scooting over until he was pressed gently against his side.

“So, how do y'all know each other?” Braeburn asked, looking between Big Mac and Soarin.

“Cider and apple pie,” Soarin said with a smile. “I buy from Sweet Apple Acres a lot. Haven’t found anypony that can do it better.”

Braeburn laughed. “And ya never will, partner!” he said, earning a satisfied smirk from Big Mac. He glanced at Thunderlane. “How ‘bout you?”

“Oh, I don’t know Big Mac myself,” Thunderlane said. “I just recognized him since I’ve seen him around town.”

Braeburn grinned. “Well, he does stick out like a sore thumb. ‘Specially ‘round these parts.”

“True enough,” Soarin said. “So, what brings you two to Las Pegasus?”

“Vacation,” Braeburn said. “Funny story, there. Applejack just showed up at my place in Appleloosa and said ‘Braeburn, you’re gonna take your coltfriend here and you’re gonna make him relax for a week. I ain’t got no use for workers that run themselves into the ground right before the harvest!’” He chuckled to himself and leaned back in his seat. “Then she just handed me a big bag o’ bits and left Mac here on my doorstep.”

Big Mac looked slightly annoyed, but a smile appeared on his face when Braeburn looked at him.

“Oh, so you two are together then?” Soarin asked.

Braeburn grinned. “Sure are. For about a year now.” He leaned against Big Mac, who grunted and placed a foreleg around his shoulders. “He don’t talk much, but he’s a sweetheart.”

Thunderlane chuckled. It wasn’t hard to tell that they liked each other a lot. Even before Braeburn had let it slip, it was obvious that they were quite comfortable around each other.

“So, what about you two?” Braeburn asked. His smile was infectious, and Thunderlane found himself grinning back.

“Yep! We’ve been going strong for about eight months,” Soarin said. He stretched a wing out and slipped it around Thunderlane’s back, causing the black stallion to blush and smile. He was quick to return the favor, extending one of his own wings to curl it around Soarin’s lower back, leaving them in a mutual embrace.

“I thought y'all looked mighty cozy, sittin’ close together like that,” Braeburn said. “But I actually meant what brings ya to Pegasus here.”

“Oh,” Soarin said. “I’m surprised you don’t recognize me. We’re both Wonderbolts, here for the show this weekend.” He nodded toward Thunderlane. “He’s one of the reservists, in case somepony breaks a wing or something.”

Braeburn beamed at him. “I thought ya looked familiar! Couldn’t place it, though. It was drivin’ me crazy!” He then looked a little sheepish. “Hope that didn’t bruise your pride or nothin’. I’m not much into sports.”

Soarin chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s nice not being asked for an autograph for once.”

Before the conversation could continue, a waitress, a pink unicorn with a golden mane, nervously trotted up to the table to take their order. A disarming smile from Soarin almost caused her to melt into the floor, but after a lot of stammering she managed to take their orders and very nearly bolt away afterwards.

Braeburn chuckled as he watched the mare depart. “That must get aggravatin’,” he said, glancing at Soarin.

He shrugged. “I don’t mind too much. The ponies I care about most are pretty comfortable around me already.” Thunderlane felt the wing rub against his back, causing him to smile.

Braeburn chortled. “Good to know it ain’t goin’ to your head, then.”

“That’s still up for debate,” Thunderlane said, causing Soarin to snort and Braeburn to laugh.

“So, how’d you two end up together anyway?” Soarin asked.

Braeburn’s eyes glazed over as he smiled at the memory. Mac scooted a little closer, pressing his larger body against his companion. Braeburn leaned into the touch, a slight blush on his face. “Well, me and Mac live in separate towns, but we pop over to each other’s farms sometimes to help out when we can, so we see each other a lot. Long story short, we spent a lot o’ time around each other, most of it workin’.”

To Thunderlane’s surprise, Braeburn suddenly looked a little sad. “And, well… Here’s the thing. To tell ya the truth, lot o’ ponies don’t wanna spend too much time around me.”

“Why’s that?” Soarin asked with a frown. “You seem nice to me.”

Braeburn chuckled. “Thanks. But, the thing is…” he squirmed a bit, but Mac gave him a reassuring squeeze that made him relax again. “Well, I talk a lot,” he said, looking ashamed. “Too much. It’s just habit. And I don’t mean to be annoyin’, but a lot o’ ponies think I am.” He shrugged. “I actually had somepony once tell me that I was a good guy, but only in small doses.”

Big Mac grunted, looking displeased, and pulled Braeburn a little closer against him. “You’re not annoyin’, Brae,” he said. His voice was no more than a quiet rumble, and yet there was a clear, powerful conviction to his tone.

“Yeah, not at all,” Thunderlane said. He glanced at Soarin, who gave a firm nod in agreement.

“Aw, shucks…” Braeburn said, blushing as he smiled, ducking his head to hide his face underneath the brim of his hat. “Thanks for sayin’ so. I’ve heard it from Mac, but… Sometimes it’s nice to hear it from other ponies too, ya know?”

“Definitely,” Thunderlane said.

At that point the food arrived, the plates suspended in a pink magical aura as the mare returned. She’d managed to regain most of her composure while she was in the kitchen, but she still didn’t say much more than a squeak as she tried not to stare at Soarin.

Once the mare had left, the four stallions dug into their chosen meals. Veggie burgers for Thunderlane and Braeburn, a grilled cheese for Soarin, and some kind of pot pie for Big Mac that Braeburn had ordered for him. Thunderlane watched as the other three started to eat. Mac did so calmly, if not exactly gracefully, while Soarin and Braeburn started wolfing down their food without regard to their appearance. Thunderlane rolled his eyes as he ate at a much more measured pace, deciding not to comment.

After a few bites, Soarin swallowed and spoke up. “So, how about the rest of that story?”

“Oh!” Braeburn said, straightening up. His mouth was full of food, so he chewed and swallowed quickly before continuing. “Anyway, like I said, some ponies think it gets annoyin’ when I talk too much.” He nodded his head toward Mac. “He never seemed to mind, though. And I could tell he wasn’t just fakin’ it either. Heck, he seemed to like listenin’ to me.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said, nodding and giving his coltfriend a smile.

Braeburn smiled back at him, a clear fondness in his light green eyes before he cleared his throat and continued. “So, yeah. We just talked for hours while we worked—well, mostly I talked—and since Mac didn’t say much, I started kinda payin’ attention to him.” He shrugged and took another bite of his burger, swallowing it down before continuing. “So I started takin’ notice of his habits, how he acted, that kinda thing. Got real good at figurin’ out what he was thinkin’ without him ever havin’ to talk. And he appreciated that as much as I did him lettin’ me talk.”

“Well, that’s… Pretty cute, actually,” Thunderlane said, a smile on his face.

“Sure is,” Soarin said with a goofy grin. “So, what happened next?”

“Well, one day he just… Asked me out,” Braeburn said. “Just like that. Told me how much he liked me, and all that good stuff. Most words I ever heard him say all at once.” He chuckled. “Heck, I was so surprised to hear him speak up that it took me a minute just to answer him. Saddest I ever saw him until I managed to say yes.”

All four of the stallions were smiling now. “That’s a nice story,” Thunderlane said. He shot Soarin a look. “A bit more romantic than ours.”

Braeburn tilted his head. “What’cha mean by that?”

Thunderlane’s eyes widened in horror as Soarin grinned and began to speak. “Well, Lane and I met at the Wonderbolts Academy. One day after practice, we—OOF!”

Braeburn and Big Mac guffawed as Soarin rubbed at his side where Thunderlane had punched him. “We do not tell that story in public!” Thunderlane growled, cheeks burning under his fur.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad!” Soarin said, wincing as he poked at the sore spot. “Besides, it’s not like these two have never heard of—OW!”

Thunderlane shook his aching hoof with a grimace as Soarin nursed his second bruise, grumbling to himself as he finally conceded the point.

“Little abusive, ain’tcha?” Braeburn asked, looking bemused.

Thunderlane snorted. “He’s tough enough to handle it. Besides, it’s all that gets through to him. I’m pretty much all he has for a verbal filter.”

“I’m not that bad!” Soarin said.

“You still haven’t figured out when Spitfire’s questions are rhetorical,” Thunderlane said, cocking an eyebrow at him. “There’s a reason why she makes you do so many wing-ups.”

Soarin smirked. “Oh, you mean like that time she was yelling at us about how many times she’d caught us—OUCH!”

“He’ll learn eventually,” Thunderlane said, nodding sagely while Soarin grumbled and rubbed at his foreleg.

Braeburn and Big Mac both looked amused. “Well, it must be one heck of a story for you to be all shy about it,” Braeburn said.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Thunderlane said. It was obvious that he held some lingering resentment over it, but when he glanced over at Soarin again, his irritation melted away to be replaced with a fond smile.

When Soarin noticed he returned the look, looking into Thunderlane’s amber eyes and losing himself in them. There was a fierceness to them that had always appealed to him. A hidden strength belied by the stallion’s normally reserved mannerisms. As much as Soarin liked to tease him, he had to admit that his coltfriend had quite a glare when he really got angry. Those occasions were what made Soarin glad that he was the faster flier of the two.

Thunderlane felt that intense desire again, the one that had him leaning forward, bit by bit, intent on staring into Soarin’s eyes as they pressed their lips together. His breathing quickened for a moment, and he felt Soarin’s warm breaths against his muzzle. Then the world melted away around him as their lips touched, and Thunderlane sighed in contentment as his eyes slid closed.

Soarin gave a quiet noise of approval, moving his lips gently against his. Soarin’s lips were soft, yet also a little rough, lending a firmness to the kiss that made Thunderlane feel just a little bit submissive. In silent agreement they both tightened the wing they’d wrapped around the other, pressing their bodies more closely together. Thunderlane barely registered it when he felt Soarin’s hoof brushing against his thigh, and instinctively spread his legs for him.

Soarin was quick to take the invitation, his hoof slipping in between Thunderlane’s spread thighs. The black pegasus grunted softly into their kiss as he felt Soarin’s hoof brush against his sheath, tracing a small circle before moving lower to cup his balls, gently kneading them. It wasn’t much, just affectionate fondling, but Thunderlane was already feeling stirrings of arousal, a blooming warmth as his heartbeat quickened. As he lost himself in the kiss and Soarin’s careful ministrations, he felt his stallionhood begin to emerge from its sheath.

At that point Big Mac coughed loudly, causing Thunderlane and Soarin to break apart, both blushing as they suddenly remembered where they were. Thunderlane squeezed his legs together in a vain attempt to suppress his growing arousal, and even Soarin looked embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry about that,” Soarin said, giving Thunderlane a regretful look. “We can get a little… affectionate.”

Big Mac snorted and Braeburn grinned. “I can tell,” he said. “In case you were wonderin’, nopony else noticed anything.”

“Oh, thank Celestia,” Thunderlane said. He was still half-erect under the table, not helped in the slightest by Soarin’s hoof still lingering at his thigh, just inches away…

“Though, to tell ya the truth, I get the sense that it ain’t the first time y'all have been caught,” Braeburn said with a snicker.

Thunderlane sighed. “Soarin gets us into a lot of trouble. It’s like nopony ever explained privacy to him.”

Soarin rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you usually say no.”

Thunderlane squirmed as he felt Soarin move his hoof again, back between his legs. He gently stroked his hardening flesh up and down, steadily coaxing it to its full length. Soarin was using the very tip of his hoof to rub it along the underside, pausing halfway up to tease the medial ring each time, and then fondling the head before making his way back down to the base to repeat the motion. It was maddening how it felt so good and so unfulfilling at the same time.

“You’re too damn hot to say no to,” Thunderlane grumbled. He then gasped as he felt Soarin curl his hoof around his cock and give him a particularly firm stroke in response, all the way from the head to the base. It was enough to earn Soarin a drop of precum that slowly trailed down the underside of the shaft to be smeared around by his hoof, producing audible squelches.

“And don’t you forget it,” Soarin said with a pleased grin, savoring the sight of his coltfriend melting at his touch and the feeling of that gently throbbing stallionhood in his hoof.

“Y'all, uh… Do ya need some time to yourselves?” Braeburn asked, looking a little embarrassed.

Big Mac, on the other hoof, didn’t look troubled at all. In fact, much to Thunderlane’s surprise, he simply smirked at Soarin. Braeburn then emitted a rather feminine squeak and tensed up as Big Mac held eye contact with Soarin.

Soarin grinned at Big Mac, showing off his even white teeth and accepting the unspoken challenge. His strokes got a little firmer, pumping Thunderlane’s cock up and down, listening to him panting and huffing, unable hold himself still. He was fully erect now, steadily leaking precum from the tip of his cock to dampen the fur on Soarin’s hoof, and Soarin seemed to have no intention of letting up until he’d made him shoot his load all over himself.

“M-Mac, what are ya doin’?!” Braeburn hissed, not quite keeping his voice low enough. Big Mac grunted and Braeburn moaned, expression becoming one of bliss as Big Mac apparently followed Soarin’s example.

“You are so going to regret this later…” Thunderlane muttered, eyes closing as he finally gave in.

He moaned softly and spread his legs wider, exposing himself fully to Soarin’s roving hoof. Soarin was only too happy to take advantage of this, his firm strokes speeding up as a reward. He savored every little moan and sigh he got from his coltfriend, who was steadily forgetting his inhibitions as lust overcame his sense of reason. Soarin grinned to himself as he felt Thunderlane’s sticky, warm precum accumulate. He made sure to spread it around, producing sloppy schlicks with his motions as he smeared Thunderlane’s cock with his own hot sticky mess.

Braeburn wasn’t any better off. He was rather red in the face now, and unlike Thunderlane he didn’t have the benefit of black fur to hide it. He was squirming and writhing in his seat, seemingly unable to decide what to do as Mac continued to pump him under the table. Mac wasn’t quite so refined as Soarin, but his strokes were insistent, coaxing Braeburn to full hardness in a matter of moments without trouble.

Soarin narrowed his eyes at Big Mac, determined to make his coltfriend finish first. He smirked and leaned over to whisper directly into Thunderlane’s ear.

“You love this, don’t you?” he asked seductively. “The feeling of my hoof rubbing you up and down… You’re afraid of being caught, but it feels too good to stop, doesn’t it?”

Thunderlane whimpered quietly, wanting to protest, but the problem was that Soarin was right. To make matters worse, they’d missed their usual morning romp when they’d overslept and had to rush to catch the train. As a result, Thunderlane was more pent-up than usual, and rather quickly approaching his orgasm.

“M-Mac, this a-ain’t somethin’ I ever expected outta you…” Braeburn said, panting and moaning softly as he started to visibly buck his hips. Despite his embarrassment he seemed more accepting of the situation than Thunderlane, and Big Mac seemed to have no shame at all as he just smirked and muttered quietly into Braeburn’s ear. Going by the way Braeburn tensed up and closed his eyes, his deep voice was something of a turn-on to him.

“D-damn it,” Thunderlane muttered. He was still, on some level, worried about any spectators, but at this point the promise of his orgasm had overridden his more rational thoughts. He started bucking his hips softly, humping against Soarin’s firm strokes. He continued to listen to the stallion whispering into his ear, pausing only to trace it gently with his tongue, the dirty talk and the affectionate licks turning him into a helpless, spongy heap of desire completely at Soarin’s mercy.

“That’s it…” Soarin whispered, his voice a sultry growl. He tightened the grip of his wing curled around Thunderlane and leaned against him. “Go ahead, Lane… Cum for me.” He bit down softly on the tip of his ear and sped up his pumping, feeling Thunderlane’s cock throb and flex in his grip, the head flaring as the black stallion was pushed over the edge.

Thunderlane clenched his teeth and gave a muffled moan, bucking his hips hard as spurt after spurt of sticky warm spunk erupted from his cock, splattering against the underside of the table between him and Braeburn and hanging down in gooey strands. Soarin kept stroking him all the while, savoring the feeling of warm spunk oozing down over his hoof as he stayed with his coltfriend throughout his orgasm.

At the same time, Braeburn, who had been getting increasingly flustered, gave a moan of his own as he tensed up. Thunderlane then felt thick, heavy volleys of cum that weren’t his own land directly on his cock and Soarin’s hoof, trailing down the underside of the shaft to his balls. He felt more landing all over his bottom half, coating his thighs and groin in the sticky strands of Braeburn’s lust. A few of them went wide and hit the bench underneath him and the table over his lap. Soarin responded by aiming Thunderlane’s cock at Braeburn, sending the last few spurts of his cum toward him and giving him his own dose of Thunderlane’s sticky mess.

Thunderlane and Braeburn were both red-faced and panting hard as they came down from their orgasms, giving each other awkward looks, knowing perfectly well that they’d just shot their loads all over each other. Soarin and Big Mac were staring each other down, both wearing confident smirks.

Thunderlane felt Soarin release his softening cock, to his mixed relief and disappointment. Without looking away from Big Mac, Soarin showed him his sticky hoof, coated in strands of cum from both Braeburn and Thunderlane. He then made a show of slowly licking it off, making several passes to ensure he got it all. He stuck his tongue out, letting them all see the warm spunk he’d gathered before he gulped it down, smirking as he smacked his lips. Braeburn looked astonished and more than a little flustered, while Big Mac simply narrowed his eyes, apparently taking it as a challenge.

“So, who won?” Soarin asked.

Big Mac shrugged and his stature relaxed, the tension fading away almost without warning.

“I think we did,” Braeburn said, nodding at Thunderlane. That earned him a snort of laughter from the black stallion, causing him give a weak smile.

Nervously, Thunderlane looked around at the other ponies in the restaurant. A few of them had given them funny looks, and one or two were actually blushing, but it seemed like the majority hadn’t noticed anything was off. Small favors.

Then again, he realized, that was only because of the tablecloth. He could feel both his and Braeburn’s cum drying on his cock, balls, thighs and hind legs, and on his black fur that would stand out like a spotlight when he tried to leave. He imagined that Braeburn was in much the same situation.

“Here,” Soarin said, handing him some napkins. Still embarrassed, the napkins disappeared under the table as Thunderlane tried to clean up some. Across from him Braeburn did the same. Despite the lingering shame, it was obvious that Braeburn was feeling something of a thrill about the whole ordeal, going by the look on his face.

Once Thunderlane had cleaned up as best he could, he set the used napkins on the table, pitying the poor mare who would have to collect them later. He’d make sure to leave an extra-large tip. Braeburn didn’t take much longer, and the table fell silent as the four just sort of looked at each other, not quite knowing how to proceed.

Eventually, Soarin was the one who broke the silence. “So… Anypony up for a foursome?”

Chapter 2: Partner Swap

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Thunderlane said, trotting along next to Soarin as they made their way down the hall to their luxury suite.

Soarin grinned at him. “Not the first time you’ve said that.”

Thunderlane rolled his eyes. “‘Keep it down and we’ll be fine’, you said. ‘They’re having their own conversations’ you said.” He shook his head. “Remind me how that worked out.”

“It wasn’t that bad!” Soarin protested. “Spitfire only yelled at us for a few hours.”

“A few hours?” Braeburn asked, causing Thunderlane and Soarin to look back at him and Big Mac.

The two of them were walking close together, following Soarin’s lead. It hadn’t taken much to coax Braeburn into a foursome, especially with Soarin giving him flirty looks, and Big Mac had just given a nonchalant shrug and his standard ‘eeyup’. Thunderlane had been a little more hesitant, but all it had taken was for Soarin to give him a deep, open-mouthed kiss to butter him up.

Besides, he had to admit that Big Mac and Brae were pretty damn hot in their own right. The idea was hardly unappealing.

After trying their best to wipe the cum off the underside of the table and leaving a rather hefty tip, the four of them had paid for their food and bade a hasty retreat from the restaurant out of either eagerness or shame, depending on which one was asked.

“He’s exaggerating,” Thunderlane said to Braeburn. “It only lasted a few minutes.”

“Spitfire really does yell a lot, though,” Soarin said.

Braeburn guffawed. “Well, apparently so.” He then gave a slight frown. “So, uh, what’re y'all talkin’ about exactly? What did she catch you doin’?”

“Soarin…” Thunderlane said dangerously, turning to glare at his coltfriend.

Soarin smirked and took a deep breath. “We showered together in the locker room. Lane got horny from looking at me. We fucked. Then I asked him out while I still had my dick in his ass and he said yes. Spitfire caught us and made us scrub floors after practice for a week.”

Thunderlane’s cheeks burned beneath his fur as Soarin gave him a triumphant look. Big Mac’s eyebrows had shot up, while Braeburn was blushing and quite obviously trying to fight back his laughter.

“You’re gonna regret this,” Thunderlane growled, giving Soarin a vindictive look.

“Worth it,” Soarin said.

“That’s what you said to Spitfire,” Thunderlane said, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “That was not a smart thing to say to Spitfire.”

Soarin opened his mouth, then closed it, a frown on his face. “Point,” he said. “Still worth it, though.”

Thunderlane sighed and looked at their new friends. “He’s hopeless.”

“Well, I like him,” Braeburn replied, once he’d gotten his sniggering under control. “He’s fun.”

“I suppose he has to have something going for him,” Thunderlane said, rolling his eyes at Soarin, who only gave him a cheeky grin in response. His heart wasn’t really in it though; as always, he was unable to stay angry at his coltfriend for long.

“Okay, here’s the room,” Soarin said. He produced a key from where he’d been hiding it under a wing and unlocked the double door. The lock clicked and Soarin pushed the doors open, leading them all into the enormous suite. Thunderlane and Soarin had stopped by earlier to drop off their luggage, but Braeburn and Big Mac were both very obviously taken aback.

They were standing in a huge open area, a sitting room with amazingly soft-looking couches and chairs spread around a fireplace along one wall. The entirety of the wall across from them was nothing but glass, giving them an incredible view overlooking the sprawling neon mass that was Las Pegasus. A magical rune next to it would turn the glass opaque with a single touch. Off to the side there was an enormous kitchen and a well-stocked fridge, along with a large mahogany dining room table with a fruit bowl placed in the center. There was another room off to the side with a hot tub and enormous walk-in shower that Soarin and Thunderlane were both looking forward to trying out, and on the opposite side from the kitchen was the bedroom.

“Well… Perks of bein’ a Wonderbolt, I reckon,” Braeburn said, once he’d picked his jaw up off the floor.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said, who’d regained his composure faster than his coltfriend.

Soarin chuckled. “Yeah, it’s nice, huh?”

“I’m still not totally used to it,” Thunderlane said. “I mean, you could probably fit my whole house in this room.”

“You’ll get there,” Soarin said, giving him a smile. “It was pretty crazy to me at first, too.”

Thunderlane didn’t reply, instead turning and trotting over to the magnificent vista of the city. He stopped next to the glass, looking down at the streets below, so high up that he was unable to see the individual ponies that he knew were there.

“Something on your mind?”

Thunderlane turned his head, seeing that Soarin had followed him over to stand next to him.

“Just…” Thunderlane considered his next words, biting his lip. “It’s still hard to take this all in,” he said, briefly looking back out the window. “I never thought I’d have a life like this. Member of the Wonderbolts, staying in luxury suites, traveling all over Equestria…” He turned to face Soarin, looking directly into his gorgeous green eyes. “And all with an amazing stallion like you.”

Soarin smiled. It wasn’t one of the simple ones for the fans, or a humorous one like Thunderlane saw so often. It was one of simple joy. Contentment. Proof that Thunderlane made him just as happy as Soarin made him. Thunderlane felt his breath hitch in his throat as Soarin turned to face him fully, leaning in and gently pressing their lips together. Those vivid green eyes of Soarin’s faded from view as Thunderlane closed his own eyes. He leaned forward into the kiss, his heart skipping a beat as he relished in the feeling of that warm, soft coarseness that was his coltfriend.

“Well, ain’t that just the sweetest thing,” Braeburn said, causing the two of them to break apart.

Thunderlane coughed, feeling a bit embarrassed that he’d forgotten they weren’t alone. When he turned back to face their companions, he saw that they most definitely didn’t mind. Braeburn had a huge grin on his face, and Big Mac just wore a content little half-smile.

“Sorry about that,” Thunderlane said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Same problem as before. We just kinda… get into each other, sometimes.”

“In more ways than one,” Soarin said, causing Big Mac and Braeburn to snort.

“You are such a pervert,” Thunderlane said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re the one who always wakes up horny,” Soarin said, smirking at him.

“I’m not that bad,” he replied, but from the cagey look on his face it was obvious there was some truth to Soarin’s words.

“If your cum had caffeine in it, I wouldn’t even need coffee.” Soarin winked, and Thunderlane felt himself blush.

Braeburn chortled. “Y'all shoulda seen me and Mac for the first six months or so. Couldn’t keep our hooves off each other.”

Big Mac smirked and turned to look at Braeburn, catching his eye. “Eeyup,” he said. Only this time it was different. There was something sultry about his tone, a subtle rumble that made it a little deeper than usual, almost a growl. Braeburn took a small step back, looking a little flustered.

“So, who wants to help Lane and I test the bedsprings?” Soarin asked, a smirk on his face. “We haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

Thunderlane rolled his eyes at the less-than-subtle line, but Braeburn and Big Mac looked amused. “Alright, lead the way,” Braeburn said.

Soarin did so happily, the other three following after him. He pushed the doors to the bedroom open and stepped inside, the rest filing in after him. Like the rest of the suite, the bedroom was quite impressive. Milky white walls and thick, charcoal-colored carpet to contrast. Ebony furniture, another large bathroom to the side, and an enormous king-size bed in the middle.

“Good thing the sheets are white,” Soarin said with a sly grin. “The stains won’t show.”

Thunderlane looked disgusted, while Big Mac and Braeburn both snorted.

“So, uh, how do we go about this?” Braeburn asked. In contrast to his eagerness before, the smaller stallion now looked a little nervous.

Soarin smirked. “Hey, Lane?” As soon as he looked, Thunderlane gave a muffled cry as Soarin wrapped his forelegs around him and pressed their lips together, hard. Thunderlane fought briefly, only for a satisfied groan to escape his throat as he relaxed. His eyes slid closed and his lips parted, allowing Soarin’s tongue to eagerly push its way into his mouth, lavishly stroking his teeth and playing with his tongue.

Soarin started pushing against him, causing Thunderlane to take a step back toward the bed. He continued to advance, keeping Thunderlane thoroughly distracted with their tongue-wrestling match until he felt his rear bump against the bed. Taking the hint, Thunderlane broke the kiss for a moment and climbed up on the bed. Soarin quickly pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, giving him a lustful look through half-lidded eyes. Before Thunderlane could speak, Soarin swooped in and caught his lips in another kiss.

Thunderlane moaned into Soarin’s mouth as he felt his tongue slip inside again. He lifted his forelegs up to wrap them around Soarin, rubbing his back with one and using the other to play with his dark blue mane. He felt so hot already, Soarin’s muscular underbelly pressed against his, every miniscule motion rubbing their bodies together. Soarin’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Thunderlane was quick to begin fighting back with his own tongue, wrestling fiercely with Soarin’s in a playful struggle for dominance.

Thunderlane was getting hard again already, and this time so was Soarin. He could feel both their cocks pressed against each other, emerging from their sheaths in almost perfect sync. Soarin rocked his hips, causing them to both moan into the kiss as that wonderful, intimate pleasure consumed them. Thunderlane returned the favor, rubbing back against Soarin, and the two of them continued to hump and grind against each other, never once breaking their intense open-mouthed kiss as they coaxed each other to full hardness.

Braeburn was watching them openly, squirming with a visible blush on his cheeks as he found himself unable to tear his attention away from the sight. He had to admit that they were quite a pair of studs, and he couldn’t help but feel just a little envious of Thunderlane to be so eagerly showered in Soarin’s dominant affections.

He felt, rather than saw, when Big Mac shifted, leaning down to look Braeburn in the eye. He looked up, feeling a little submissive in his coltfriend’s shadow. Mac was giving him a rather hungry look, his eyes saying more than his voice ever would as he leaned in.

“M-Mac, I…” He was silenced when Big Mac gently batted his stetson off the top of his head, freeing his golden locks to hang around his head just before pressing their lips together. There was a hunger to the contact, an urgency that had Braeburn moaning helplessly as he felt his coltfriend seal their lips together. Without hesitation he felt Mac’s rough tongue push its way into his mouth, worming its way between his lips. Braeburn yielded to his tongue eagerly, mumbling incoherent encouragement. Big Mac took a step forward, pushing against him, and Braeburn shivered in delight as he felt his coltfriend’s strong, muscular forelegs rest around his shoulders.

He felt the familiar stirrings of arousal already. Thunderlane and Soarin had already been putting on quite a show, but the hungry kiss was plenty to tempt his cream-colored, mottled cock out of its sheath underneath him. Braeburn couldn’t see it, but he knew Mac well enough to know that his own cock, brown with pink spots, would be growing underneath him as well. Braeburn was already quite acquainted with it, needless to say.

“Hey!” Soarin called out, causing them to break apart. Braeburn looked over, red-faced to see Soarin looking back at them. He was still hovering over Thunderlane, his mane disheveled, wings stiffened, and an alluring look on his face with lust in his eyes. “This is supposed to be a foursome,” he said. “Somepony come over here and fuck me!” He shook his rump, swishing his tail, and Braeburn’s eyes were drawn to Soarin’s tight rear entrance and the heavy ballsack swaying underneath.

“Mac, you wanna…?” A grunt was all the answer Braeburn got, and it was enough to make Soarin grin.

“Lube on the nightstand,” Soarin said, turning back to Thunderlane. “Brae, you wanna come sit in front of me?”

Soarin’s tone allowed no room for argument. Braeburn exchanged another look with Big Mac before they went in separate directions, Braeburn to the bed, and Mac to the nightstand. Braeburn went around to the side of the bed and climbed up, turning to face Soarin and Thunderlane.

Soarin and Thunderlane had locked lips again, moaning into each other’s mouths as they rather passionately made out, continuing to hump and grind. He could see both their cocks between them, rubbing against each other, already leaking small amounts of precum to drip down onto Thunderlane’s dark fur. Braeburn bit his lip, feeling his own aching hardness stiffen even further.

Soarin broke the kiss, a sloppy strand of saliva connecting his lips to Thunderlane’s as they panted for breath. He looked up at Braeburn and gave him an open-mouthed grin. “What’cha waiting for?” he asked. “My mouth’s good for more than one thing.”

Braeburn chuckled. “Well now, how can I turn down an offer like that?”

He stood up and walked forward, until his cock was bobbing right in front of Soarin’s nose, a little droplet of precum already forming at the tip. Braeburn was left awkwardly kneeling over Thunderlane’s face, and he gave a needy little moan at the feeling of Soarin’s hot breath against the tip of his cock as the pegasus inhaled the scent of his musk.

“Lane, do you…?” Soarin trailed off as Braeburn moaned, feeling an intense heat as Thunderlane took one of his balls into his mouth, lapping at with his tongue. “Nevermind.”

With Braeburn kneeling over him, Thunderlane couldn’t see much other than his tail, taint, and the underside of his cock. However, he definitely heard Braeburn’s moans get louder as Soarin wrapped his skilled mouth around the head of his cock, suckling on it softly and causing Braeburn to rock his hips. That tempted Thunderlane to reach up with his hooves and press them to Braeburn’s flanks, rubbing them in small, firm circles. He was firm, like Soarin, but not quite so toned.

“That’s the ticket…” Braeburn moaned, his expression one of bliss. He would never say it out loud, but Big Mac wasn’t very good at giving blowjobs. Soarin, on the other hoof, was amazing at it, and that was becoming quite clear as Braeburn’s gasps and moans began to escape his mouth freely.

Unwilling to be outdone by his coltfriend, Thunderlane stepped up his own efforts, suckling very gently on Braeburn’s sizable orb, his practiced tongue lapping around the smooth skin. It had a rather fleshy and slightly salty taste. Not unpleasant to him, and Thunderlane was only too happy to help Braeburn along. He made sure to coat it with his saliva completely before letting it go, moving to Braeburn’s other testicle and taking that one into his mouth too, repeating the process.

Soarin, meanwhile, was slowly inching forward, taking more and more of Braeburn’s cock into his throat. Braeburn was a little smaller than Thunderlane, so Soarin had no trouble at all swallowing his length. He was only taking his time to savor the taste of stallion cock, an erotic, if slightly bitter and fleshy, flavor that somehow had his own length aching ever more for its own release.

The three of them heard heavy hoofsteps as Big Mac stepped up behind Soarin, a wet, squelching sound heard as he smeared the lube all over his own shaft. Out of the four of them he had the biggest cock, but Soarin liked a challenge.

The bed shifted as Big Mac reared up, straddling Soarin and planting his hooves on either side of him and Thunderlane. Soarin paused as he felt the head of Mac’s cock nudging at his entrance, apparently waiting for assent. It was slippery with the oily lubricant, and though Soarin couldn’t actually see it, he could tell already that it would be quite a feat to take it.

“H-he’s mighty big, partner,” Braeburn said, panting as he tried to suppress his moans enough to speak. “Sure you wanna take ‘im?”

Soarin pulled back, gasping for breath. A strand of his saliva connected him to Braeburn’s cock, and the taste of cum and flesh lingered in his mouth as he looked back at the enormous red stallion.

“Go on, Big Mac. Give it to me,” he said, swishing his tail out of the way with a confident grin on his face. He punctuated it with a slight shake of his rump, relishing in the feeling of that thick cock rubbing between his cheeks. Without another word he turned back to Braeburn and took his cock right back into his mouth, earning him a fresh moan from the golden pony. Thunderlane, for his part, continued to lap at his heavy ballsack, occasionally giving his own moan as he and Soarin continued to frot each other, smearing their precum all over themselves.

Soarin grunted as he felt Big Mac start to push forward, feeling the pressure against his ring as he started to spread. Big Mac’s motions were measured, and yet there was an obvious strength and confidence behind it, as if he could split Soarin in half with a single hard thrust and knew it perfectly well. The thought deterred neither of them as Soarin spread his flanks and hind legs as wide as he could, eagerly inviting Big Mac to fuck him as he pleased. All throughout he never stopped bobbing his head, keeping his tips tight around Braeburn’s cock even as it continued to drool precum down his throat, groaning happily all the while.

“Mmmmph!” Soarin grunted as Big Mac finally popped the head inside, hesitating as Soarin squirmed. The blue stallion was flicking his tail, swishing it against Big Mac’s belly, either in discomfort or eagerness. He made no move to stop him, however. If anything, it only seemed to spur him on, Soarin quickly pushing forward and swallowing Braeburn’s cock all the way down to the base. That earned him the loudest moan yet from Braeburn, and Soarin too gave a satisfied groan as he felt his throat get filled.

Big Mac seemed to have very little patience. He rocked his hips again, sinking another couple inches of his massive length into Soarin. Soarin grunted, feeling himself stretch wider, a distinct sense of fulfillment mixing with the discomfort. He took it like a champ, continuing to eagerly present himself to Big Mac while bobbing his head, expertly deepthroating Braeburn like it was nothing. As for Big Mac, he seemed to know Soarin’s limits quite well, never pushing him farther than he could handle, but just barely. In less than a minute, Big Mac had managed to get all of his slick cock inside Soarin, sighing in pleasure as he felt that tight heat clenching around him.

“T-that’s it,” Soarin said, pulling off Braeburn’s cock for a moment. “D-damn, you’re huge. Keep going!” Soarin was no stranger to bottoming, but he’d never been so full as he was now. Big Mac had a way of stretching him to his limit, yet never pushing past it, and so far Soarin loved every second of it.

Big Mac grunted and pulled back, Soarin giving a long moan of delight as he felt that hard flesh sliding against his insides, bigger than anything else he’d ever taken. After he made it most of the way out, Big Mac gave him a hard thrust, quickly sinking himself back inside and earning a cry of delight from Soarin, his inner walls yielding far more easily the second time.

“That’s more like it!” Soarin said, now rather red in the face. Even as Mac started to really move, rutting him at a steady pace with deep, powerful thrusts, Soarin managed to hold on to his composure. He looked down at Thunderlane, who was watching his face intently. “Lane, you wanna take a turn with Brae?”

His answer came in the form of Thunderlane tilting his head back, exposing his neck to Soarin as he straightened it out. Braeburn took the hint, moving back enough to gently slap Thunderlane’s nose with the head, leaving a splotch of precum. Thunderlane gave a throaty groan, Braeburn’s musk filling his nose and making him feel rather heady.

“Ya any good at deepthroatin’?” Braeburn asked, the need obvious in his voice.

“Do it,” Thunderlane said, panting heavily with a look of desire on his face. “Don’t stop unless I gag.” With that he opened his mouth wide, tongue dangling out.

Braeburn grunted and complied, pulling back to line himself up. The tip of his cock was still drooling precum, most of it falling straight into Thunderlane’s open mouth. Braeburn had no trouble at all easing himself into the willing orifice, closing his eyes and moaning as he felt that tight heat envelop him again. He pushed his hips forward, slowly working his cock further into Thunderlane’s eager muzzle.

Thunderlane took it like a champ, moaning happily around Braeburn’s warm, wet cock, the taste of cum and stallion flesh on his tongue as he lapped at it eagerly. Braeburn’s moans were music to his ears as he buried himself to the hilt in Thunderlane’s throat, his heavy ballsack resting against his nose.

He then felt Soarin’s moist breaths against his neck, just before he pressed his lips to it. He sucked and licked gently, feeling the slight bulge in his throat as Braeburn began to steadily thrust in and out. Soarin gave a low growl of approval as he felt his coltfriend’s throat expand and contract with each thrust from Braeburn, licking firmly as if hoping to add to Braeburn’s pleasure even through Thunderlane’s skin.

Thunderlane felt every inch of Braeburn’s cock as it slid smoothly in and out of his throat, the sheer size of it spreading his mouth wide open. The stallion would give him just enough time to breathe between every other thrust, holding the head in his mouth until Thunderlane gave him a lick, at which point he’d push himself back down into that warm, tight passage. His tongue was hard at work, squirming against the underside of the shaft as it entered his throat, then giving it long, firm licks when Braeburn pulled back. He would then suckle gently on the head until Braeburn pushed back inside, starting the pattern all over again.

Meanwhile, Soarin was getting the rutting of his life. He was gasping and moaning without shame, rocking back against Big Mac with every thrust, crying out in delight each time he took the entirety of that massive length. Mac was definitely a gifted top, having quite a talent for hitting that sweet spot inside Soarin with each thrust, sending a strong wave of pleasure straight to his cock. The thrusts were deep and hard, each one rocking Soarin forward, only for him to push back when Mac withdrew to meet him halfway when he bucked his hips again. He kept adjusting himself in an attempt to give Big Mac the best possible angle to use, anything to feel more of those amazing waves of ecstasy.

Big Mac, for his part, wore an expression of intense concentration. His eyes were closed and he was grunting and groaning steadily, focused entirely on rutting Soarin, relishing in each cry of delight he got from the pegasus. Soarin wasn’t really the submissive type, but his eagerness was an enormous turn-on for Mac. The feeling of that incredibly tight heat that enveloped his cock with each thrust was even better. Soarin’s inner walls milked at him each time, trying to coax his load out of him, and it wouldn’t be long before the stallion got his unspoken wish.

“H-hey—OH!—Brae,” Soarin said, grunting each time Mac thrust into him. He could feel the larger stallion’s cock throbbing and flexing inside him, and knew he was close to his climax.

“Y-yeah?” Braeburn asked, trying to stifle his own moans as he kept rutting Thunderlane’s throat. The black stallion was lapping and suckling at him eagerly, as if he couldn’t wait to taste his cum. He kept swallowing over and over, causing his throat to ripple around that hard length, an almost desperate effort to milk Braeburn for all he was worth.

“Pull out when you cum,” Soarin said between pants, a sultry look on his face. “Get us nice and messy!”

Thunderlane gave a muffled groan at the words. Soarin responded by rocking his hips, rubbing their cocks together again and earning himself an even louder moan from the pinned stallion.

“Will do,” Braeburn said. He’d been getting quite close to his orgasm already, but Soarin’s words pushed him along even faster. On top of that he could hear Big Mac’s grunts and sighs getting more frequent too, and he knew that Soarin was about to get a good filling any moment now.

Thunderlane didn’t pause for even a moment when Braeburn’s thrusting became more urgent, bucking his hips hard against Thunderlane’s face, feeling that building pressure inside him. Thunderlane’s eager swallows and licks coaxed him further along, and finally Braeburn clenched his eyes closed and cried out as his climax hit.

Thunderlane tensed, then moaned as he felt a warmth deep in his throat, Braeburn spraying his load straight down it. His mouth was then filled with the salty fluid as Braeburn yanked himself free. Soarin grinned and tilted his head, presenting his face and closing his eyes as he felt the first thick, sticky strands catch him squarely on the forehead, matting his fur and running down his cheeks and nose. Braeburn continued to stroke himself throughout his orgasm, and Soarin moaned quietly to himself as Braeburn painted his face and mane with spurt after spurt of his thick heavy spunk.

Once Soarin had a nice and sticky coating on his face, Braeburn shifted and aimed at Thunderlane instead. The black pegasus closed his eyes just in time to receive the rest of Braeburn’s gooey gift, feeling the hot spurts crisscross his muzzle and cheeks, the pearly strands prominent on his dark fur. He’d already swallowed his first mouthful of spunk, but he eagerly opened up again to catch the last of Braeburn’s load, shivering as he savored his decadent mouthful of the stallion’s lust.

Soarin kept his eyes closed, Braeburn’s cum heavy on his face. He stuck his tongue out, licking his lips, tasting it and giving a delighted little shiver. He could feel Big Mac’s thrusting getting harder and faster as well, a clear sign that he was about to give Soarin another dose then and there.

“Yeah, that’s it...” Soarin panted, voice low and sultry. “Go ahead… Fill me up nice and good.” He grinned as he felt Big Mac give him a few more thrusts, each harder than the last, then bite down hard on his shoulder as he slammed himself home one final time.

Soarin moaned shamelessly as he felt Big Mac pump his hot, sticky spunk inside him, humping and grinding against his rear all the while. He could feel each burst of the rich cum spilling across his depths, heavy and thick, flooding him with that fulfilling warmth. It didn’t take long for Big Mac to fill him to the brim, and Soarin felt the cum spurting out around the sides of his cock, leaking down to coat his balls and the sheets underneath.

Eventually, Big Mac’s orgasm came to an end and he let go of Soarin’s shoulder, panting for breath as he held himself inside, simply enjoying the warmth and the pleasing feeling of his cock swimming in his own spunk. Before Soarin could do anything else, he felt Thunderlane shift underneath him, then his warm, wet tongue lapping at his face, scooping up Braeburn’s cum. Soarin gave a happy sigh, enjoying the sensation of his coltfriend’s soft, velvety tongue licking him clean. Once his eyes were clear he opened them up, blinking as he looked down.

Thunderlane had pulled back and was giving Soarin a look of pure desire. His face was still coated in strands of Braeburn’s cum, and combined with his lustful expression it drove Soarin wild. With a sultry growl he moved in, fiercely licking Thunderlane’s face, tasting Braeburn’s salty gift as he licked his coltfriend clean in kind, the black stallion almost purring in delight.

Before he could swallow, Thunderlane caught him in another kiss, shoving his tongue past his lips. He realized that Thunderlane hadn’t swallowed yet either, and they moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues wrestling amidst their shared gathering of Braeburn’s warm spunk. They both loved making out, but knowing they were sharing another stallion’s cum made it all the better.

Eventually they broke apart, panting with desire as they looked into each other’s eyes. Strings of saliva and cum connected their lips still, but they paid it no mind. As if in silent agreement, they both swallowed their mouthfuls of cum, Braeburn and Big Mac both watching in awe and arousal as they did.

After a few more seconds of looking into Thunderlane’s eyes, Soarin glanced up at Braeburn. The golden stallion had sat back on his haunches, his cock softening between his hind legs, but he still looked quite flustered from seeing the two of them make out with a mouthful of his cum.

“Y'all… Y'all are somethin’ else,” he said at last.

Soarin gave a breathy laugh at that. “Yeah, you could say that.” He turned his head, giving Big Mac a sideways look. “I know you’re probably pretty cozy in there, but I’m kinda sore.”

Big Mac grunted, and he began to pull himself out of Soarin. Soarin shivered at the feeling, Big Mac’s warm spunk flowing out of his used hole as his cock came free, coated in his own fluids as the excess cum ran down Soarin’s balls.

“Damn,” Soarin said, giving his rear a shake. “You really filled me up.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said, sounding rather pleased with himself.

“He’s a healthy stallion, that’s for sure,” Braeburn chuckled. “Not too good for a quickie though, unless you wanna be walkin’ around with cum drippin’ out of ya all day.”

“I bet,” Soarin said. As much as he enjoyed the banter, there was something between his legs that still demanded attention, and that went for him and Thunderlane both.

Braeburn seemed to be thinking along similar lines. “Oh! Y'all still haven’t got off, have ya?” he asked.

“Sooner is better,” Thunderlane said, the need obvious in his voice. He was less composed than Soarin was, obviously quite worked up from both the blowjob and the frotting.

Braeburn had a blush on his cheeks, apparently embarrassed to ask his next question. “Right, well… Do y'all uh… Maybe wanna give me a good ruttin’? Spitroast?”

Soarin and Thunderlane looked at each other, and in perfect unison their faces split into grins. “Dibs on the back end!” Soarin said.

Braeburn looked more than a little giddy as he positioned himself in the middle of the bed, sticking his rump up in the air and lowering his front half. Soarin got up next, freeing Thunderlane to stand up and scoot over in front of Braeburn. Soarin leaned over and grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing out a generous amount and lubing himself up.

“You want it rough or gentle?” Soarin asked.

“R-rough,” Braeburn said, obviously getting worked up by the thought. “I always wanted to be at the middle of one o’ these, to tell ya the truth.”

Soarin chuckled. “Well, we’re happy to help.” He moved forward and reared up, gripping Braeburn firmly by his hips and walking himself forward until the head of his cock was prodding at his puckered entrance. At the same time, Thunderlane crouched over Braeburn’s other end, hooves on either side of his shoulders as he presented himself to the submissive little stallion.

“Now, I don’t know how close y'all are, and ya already made me cum once, so just pop whenever ya want to,” Braeburn said. He was squirming as he felt Soarin grinding his length between his cheeks, and the scent of musk from Thunderlane’s cock in his face was only adding further to his arousal.

Soarin didn’t say anything, but Thunderlane could tell by the look on his face that he had every intention of getting Braeburn off at least one more time. Soarin tightened his hold around Braeburn and started pushing forward, squeezing his aching, hard cock into Braeburn’s tight little hole. Thunderlane leaned forward at the same time, placing his hooves on Braeburn’s shoulders for support. He felt the stallion’s hot breaths against him moments before he felt that wet heat envelop the head.

Soarin and Thunderlane moaned in unison as they pushed their first couple of inches into Braeburn. Thunderlane was quick to take advantage of Braeburn’s throat, his cock sliding smoothly down his gullet, Braeburn moaning his encouragement all the while. Soarin was a little more careful, giving Braeburn time to adjust before pushing further inside. However, Braeburn didn’t seem to have any trouble with him at all, and Soarin managed to make it all the way inside him without so much as a grunt of discomfort from the stallion. Apparently, Soarin was easy compared to Big Mac.

Soarin took a moment to enjoy the feeling of that tight heat, Braeburn’s passage clenching around him needily. When his lust became too great to ignore he pulled back, then thrust back in, producing a loud schlick as his lubed-up cock slid against Braeburn’s inner walls. The resulting wave of ecstasy that Braeburn felt caused him to moan around the cock in his throat, the vibration in turn earning a moan from Thunderlane as well, who rocked his hips even harder in response.

Soarin and Thunderlane proceeded to match their pace, alternating their thrusts so that whenever one of them pulled out, the other was pushing in. At any given moment Braeburn was getting filled in one of his holes, and the sounds of his increasingly high-pitched moans were plenty of proof that he loved it. He seemed completely intent on outdoing Thunderlane and Soarin from earlier, sucking and lapping at Thunderlane’s cock with all the enthusiasm he could muster. Soarin was hard to beat, but Thunderlane had to admit that Braeburn knew how to give a good blowjob. At his other end he was bucking his hips, meeting each one of Soarin’s thrusts, and earning him pleased moans from the pegasus.

Thunderlane was so fixated on this that he was caught completely off guard when he felt a rather large weight settle in over him. He paused, letting Braeburn lick and suck at his cockhead as he looked up to see Big Mac straddling him. This was followed by the head of his cock, already hard again, pressing up against his tight entrance. It was massive, larger than Soarin’s, and Thunderlane bit his lip, doubting his ability to take it.

“Ya alright with this?” Big Mac asked, speaking directly into Thunderlane’s ear.

Still uncertain, Thunderlane looked forward, his eyes finding Soarin’s, and he saw the blue stallion give him a smirk. There was challenge in those eyes of his, and it made Thunderlane narrow his own eyes in response.

“Do it, Big Mac,” Thunderlane said. If Soarin could take Big Mac, so could he.

However, he started having second thoughts the moment Big Mac grunted in reply and started to actually penetrate him. He had to suppress a whimper as that head spread him wider than he’d ever gone before. He felt his hind legs giving out, his body instinctively shying away from Mac’s enormous size, but that resulted in him pushing his cock back down into Braeburn’s eager throat, exposing him fully to his eager licks and suckles.

However, his mind was immediately taken off that when Soarin took his face in his hooves, pulled him forward and kissed him again. At the same time Big Mac gave him a hard thrust, quickly sinking a few inches of his cock inside him. It was uncomfortable, faster than Thunderlane would have normally allowed, but the intensity and warmth of his kiss with Soarin, not to mention Braeburn so eagerly and and skillfully sucking him off, was more than enough to hold his attention.

His lips parted and Soarin shoved his tongue into his mouth, eagerly exploring what was by now familiar territory. Thunderlane offered only half-hearted resistance, his tongue wrestling with Soarin’s once again. He could still taste faint traces of Braeburn’s cum, but it didn’t bother him in the slightest. While he was focused on that, Big Mac managed to squeeze the remainder of his enormous cock inside him, his powerful, muscular hips resting against Thunderlane’s comparatively frail backside.

Big Mac didn’t wait long. Thunderlane shivered as he felt the stallion pull back, his flesh slipping and sliding against his insides, followed quickly by him hilting himself again. Thunderlane moaned loudly into Soarin’s mouth, which only seemed to spur the stallion on more, their tongues fiercely wrestling with one another.

As Big Mac took on a steady pace, Thunderlane started to rock his own hips again, thrusting his aching cock in and out of Braeburn’s mouth and throat. The submissive stallion appreciated this all too well, giving a happy little moan as he stepped up his efforts, his deft, velvety tongue dancing along the length, teasing his medial ring, swirling around the head, all while he suckled and swallowed as fast as he could.

Thunderlane quickly figured out a pace, alternating between thrusting into Braeburn’s mouth as Big Mac withdrew, then pulling back far enough to meet Big Mac’s next thrust, earning him a pleased groan from the massive stallion each time. The feeling of getting sucked off while at the same time being rutted by a rather gifted stallion was almost more than he could take. He was in a near-total daze between that and the hungry kiss he was still sharing with Soarin.

The four of them worked like a well-oiled machine. Each time Soarin gave Braeburn another firm thrust, both of them would moan in delight. The vibrations in Braeburn’s throat would cause Thunderlane to tense up and moan as well, which would in turn add to Big Mac’s pleasure and cause him to give another hard thrust, starting the cycle all over again. It was a wonderfully tight system, one that had all four of them quickly moving toward their climaxes.

Braeburn was the first. Soarin’s skill was such that Braeburn didn’t last long, especially not while living what was quite obviously a fantasy of his. He felt his cock jerk to life beneath him, crying out around Thunderlane’s cock as he came, soaking the sheets and his own belly with his spunk. The cries were enough to send Thunderlane over the edge as well, causing him to buck his hips hard, burying himself to the hilt inside Braeburn, pumping his hot sticky load straight down his throat.

Braeburn’s convulsions were too much for Soarin, and he followed soon after. He broke the kiss with Thunderlane to cry out freely, hilting himself inside the slutty stallion beneath him, pumping thick, hot spurts of his cum into that tight hole that he’d used as his own. Braeburn only moaned all the louder at that, and Soarin pumped his hips firmly throughout his climax, humping into Braeburn and ensuring that the stallion milked every last drop he could give.

Thunderlane was just coming down from his climax when he heard Big Mac give a decisive grunt. He then moaned softly as he felt the stallion hilt himself one final time, followed by the sticky, warm bursts of spunk inside him. It was probably less than what Soarin had gotten, but the feeling of that gooey filling was still quite satisfying. He held himself still, enjoying the sensations as Braeburn tiredly sucked the last few drops of cum out of him even as Mac pumped him full with the remainder of his load, all while Soarin watched them with a lustful gaze.

When Big Mac was finished he didn’t hesitate to pull out. Thunderlane shivered as Big Mac’s cock came free, the warm cum quickly spilling out of his used hole, dripping down to the mattress. The big red stallion then dismounted him, freeing him up to pull his softening length from Braeburn’s hungry mouth, a thin strand of cum connecting him to his lips for a brief moment until he pulled away.

Soarin moved back last, easing himself out of Braeburn, releasing a deluge of his own cum out of the thoroughly used stallion. Braeburn whimpered in delight as he felt that warm liquid leaking out of him, swishing his tail as Soarin sat back. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Braeburn’s legs to give out from under him, leaving him as a satisfied, exhausted heap of stallion.

Big Mac lay down next to him, pressing up against his back and wrapping his hooves around him. Braeburn snuggled up even closer, dwarfed by Mac’s size, but that only made it all the better for him. Soarin and Thunderlane watched, happy, exhausted smiles on their faces. They then made eye contact again, both looking content and satisfied. Deciding to follow their new friends’ example, they curled up together on the other side of the bed, Soarin pressing his belly to Thunderlane’s back and covering him with a wing.

“That was… That was somethin’ else,” Braeburn said. He sounded dazed, like he wasn’t sure if he was actually awake.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said.

“Yeah… That’s a way of putting it,” Soarin said. “What do you think, Lane?”

However, only the sound of quiet snores came as a reply, causing Soarin to chuckle and pull his coltfriend a little closer against him.

“Ya know, I think he’s got the right idea,” Braeburn said. “Mind if we sleep here tonight?”

Soarin winked at him. “Hell, you can sleep here the rest of the week if you want. That was fun.”

Braeburn snorted. “Might just have to take ya up on that, partner. What do you think, Mac?”

A brief pause, and another set of snores joined Thunderlane’s, causing Braeburn and Soarin to snicker to each other. However, Soarin had to admit that the idea of sleep was rather tempting, and he did feel his eyelids drooping. Despite being rather sticky and sweaty, the need to sleep won out and it wasn’t long before he and Braeburn joined their lovers.

Author's Note

Inb4 John The Dragon