Sensation - Las Pegasus
Main Course
Previous ChapterBack in our stupidly large hotel room, I was lying on my back on the bed, spread-eagle. My head was propped up by a pillow as I enjoyed the show.
In the dim yellow-gold light of the gem lamp, Braeburn swayed on top of me, facing away and giving me the lap dance treatment (minus the music, but I didn’t mind). His hat and our shirts lay discarded near the desk, and he’d already placed the bottle of lube on the nightstand next to our king-sized bed.
We both stifled a few laughs. Neither of us wanted to admit how goofy Braeburn looked trying to mix sultry dance moves with his square-dancing roots, but the way he shook his ass got my mind in the gutter in no time.
I kneaded his soft ass with my hooves. His warm nuts rested on my belly. I thought, ‘If this is all he’s got, I’ll have him on his back in ten minutes.’
Braeburn looked over his shoulder at me, flicking his tail across my face. He was biting his lower lip and acting all coy, and he swayed as he stood up and moved to the end of the bed. Right at the edge, he bent his head down, then came back up with the black scarf in his teeth.
My wings hitched up a little, and my cock twitched. It had slipped out of my sheathe a while ago, getting fuller by the second.
Braeburn turned around and slunk towards me like a snake, eyes locked on mine. The black scarf dragged along the cool bedsheets, getting closer and closer to me. I kept flicking between looking at the drop-dead gorgeous pony in front of me and the suddenly intimidating strip of fabric.
Braeburn moved with purpose, and every time I looked at that scarf, my heart skipped a bit. ‘No big deal,’ I told myself again. Yet, I was believing myself less and less each time; the tingling in the pit of my stomach was getting tough to ignore.
Braeburn lightly slid a hoof along the inside of my hind leg. I twitched and took a sharp breath at the electricity that shot up through my spine and into my brain. My head snapped back a little, and I let out a small, “Mm…” as his hoof traced its way into my inner thigh.
He moved slowly, teasing me. He flicked his head forward. The scarf fluttered out, one edge landing on my balls. Feeling the soft, silky fabric caressing me made my shoulder relax.
He dropped the scarf from his mouth, letting it float onto my dick. Without missing a beat, he brought his head down to my stomach and started kissing. He knew he couldn’t tickle me that way, but it didn’t matter.
His soft lips on my sensitive skin were enough to get my hind legs twitching. When I tried to wrap them around him, he held them down with his forehooves. He looked up for a moment and purred, “Hey, now. You’re not in charge here.”
I didn’t say anything. I just let myself go slack and sunk back into the plush bed.
Braeburn started kissing again before dragging his tongue along my chest, which got another moan from me. His hot breath rolled across my chest and down my sides, and Braeburn slowly let more of his weight down onto me.
I opened my eyes to see Braeburn looking down at me, a golden shadow cast across his face from the lamp at the other side of the room. It was quiet, and as he stared, my skin began to itch. He looked innocent like that, which was the scariest part of it all – I had no idea what he had in mind.
After leaving me hanging for a long moment, he cooed at me in a low, slow voice, “So… you think you’re ready?”
My dick twitched at his proposition. My imagination ran wild with ideas – not all of them good – and I took a sharp breath. Something about this was just so off, and I couldn’t hide the shakiness in my voice when I asked, “Sh-should we have a safeword?”
He cocked an eyebrow, and all the sultriness left his voice. “A what?”
I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding. ‘It’s just Braeburn,’ I thought. ‘It’ll be okay.’ I cleared my throat. “Like, a word I can use if it… hurts, or something. So you’ll know you need to stop.”
He frowned. “Not sure whatcha got in mind. I don’t mean to hurt you, Big Blue. But if you want one, uh… how ‘bout ‘pecans’?”
I smiled and nodded. “Perfect.”
He half-lidded his eyes as his voice got all quiet and sexy again. “Well, alright, then.”
We didn’t break eye contact, but I felt him reach down and slide the scarf between us and up to my face. He folded the scarf in half, making doubly sure I wouldn’t be able to see. “Lift up your head.”
I did as I was told, leaning forward a bit while he looped the scarf around the back of my head and brought the ends to the front.
Do you remember your first time flying? Or, if you’re not a pegasus, how about the first time you went swimming? It was that same feeling. It’s that mix of fear and excitement you get when you’re on the edge of something big. You can’t stop it, and you think it’s going to be great, but deep inside you feel like something’s very, very wrong.
The last thing I saw was Braeburn’s wide, toothy grin as he settled onto my chest. With quick hooves, he tied the scarf around my eyes. I felt his cock jump against my belly as he tightened it, his tail flicking back and forth over my stallionhood.
Everything was dark. My eyes were fluttering under the scarf, and my legs felt twitchy. I was suddenly aware of his smell: heady and with just a hint of sweat.
Braeburn set a hoof on my chest, then leaned down closer. He whispered into my ear, “Now, I’m gonna get off you, and you’re going to turn over, alright? Please?”
I snorted and quickly lifted the scarf from one of my eyes. “You know, you probably shouldn’t say ‘please’.”
“Hey, no peeking!” He shoved the scarf back over my eyes. “But, uh… Sorry. I’m still getting used to this. And hey, if I wanna be polite, I get to be polite, okay?” His voice had an edge all of a sudden. I couldn’t tell if it was an affectation, but part of me was afraid to question it.
I nodded. “Sure. I’m all yours, Brae.”
“Alright, then.” He got off me. “Flip over, please.”
With another stifled chuckle, I turned over and made myself comfortable.
Braeburn didn’t waste any time. He stood back up on the bed and positioned himself behind me. I jumped a bit at the thought that he hadn’t put any lube on yet, but I felt a lot better once his hooves found my back. He started massaging me, rubbing me in little circles and working deep into my muscles. It was clear he’d done this before as he slowly worked his way up my back. A flood of endorphins washed over my brain as he leaned down and preened me. He drug his lips on those hard-to-reach feathers, the ones near the joint, and my chest rumbled in approval.
I lost track of time while he rubbed me, but eventually, Braeburn got off me again. I let out a long sigh. “Thanks, babe. That was wonderful.”
“That wasn’t even the best part.” His voice was soft and airy, the way it was whenever we’d been cuddling. “Now, I need to go get somethin’ else. Flip over, and I’ll be right back. And no peeking.”
I flopped onto my back. Listening carefully, I traced his hoofsteps as he walked away from the bed and onto the hard tile floor of the bathroom. There was a very slight scratching sound of metal on metal, but I couldn’t remember what it could have been. The hoofsteps moved further away, the door creaked open, and, then, it shut with a loud slam.
Two seconds later, I had the blindfold off and was sitting up.
And two second after that, I saw Braeburn sneering at me from the doorway. “I just said no peeking!”
My face felt hot.
He sighed and hung his head a little. “Soarin’, I want to do something new for ya’, but it won’t work if ya’ ruin the surprise.”
I shrunk. “S-sorry.” My heart sunk, and I told myself I wouldn’t screw up again. Maybe that was his plan all along.
He shook his head a little and smiled back. “Now, no peeking!” He picked up something from the floor and left the room, for real this time.
I lay back down. I could hear my own breathing. I scratched at my side. A clock ticked from the opposite side of the room. The minutes dragged on.
And on.
And on.
‘He’s totally taking his time on purpose,’ I thought. I felt my rear hoof tap involuntarily against the bed. ‘The hell’s taking him so long? He’s not, like… buying a whip or something, right?’
My heart rate was increasing, and so was my breathing. My tail tried to flick underneath me. I felt helpless. It burned not being able to take off my blindfold, but I managed to keep it on.
After what seemed like forever, the door creaked open again. Slowly. Painfully slowly. Braeburn didn’t say a word, but I could hear something rattling near him. Whatever it was, it had the same metal sound as before, though it sounded… fuller.
I wanted to play it cool and just relax there, but I felt myself start sweating. Without thinking, I scoffed, “Heh. T-took you long enough.”
Braeburn didn’t say anything. The rattling noise grew closer along with his hoofsteps, until he dropped the object on the floor near the edge of the bed. I heard him drag a chair over from the desk and set it down. Next, he trotted around the bed to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube. He walked back to the chair, which creaked as he sat down in it.
“... Brae?”
For over a full minute, nothing happened. My ears flicked and rotated towards him, but Braeburn didn’t make a sound. My chest rose and fell. Every little twitch of my muscles was magnified a thousand times in the silence.
The chair creaked again, and that rattling noise came back. Another creak, and then… It sounded like Braeburn slurped something into his mouth. It knocked around against his teeth for a few seconds, then stopped. The chair creaked one more time, and I heard him uncork the bottle of lube. A moment later, he stuck the cork back in, and I started hearing a slow, wet sound, followed by a quiet, “Mmm…”
I knew what he was doing. He was at the edge of the bed, staring at my naked body and slowly jerking himself off while sucking on… something.
My cheeks flushed, and I squirmed. My chest felt hot. With each beat of my heart, my cock grew harder. I felt so exposed, hyper-aware of every little movement I made.
Braeburn’s lusty voice pierced the silence. “Mighty fine rod ya’ got there.” Being reminded just made my dick fuller. “Gettin’ hard, too. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you like bein’ watched like this.”
“I–”
“Shh!” I winced as Braeburn interrupted me. “No talkin’. I’m enjoyin’ the view.”
We stayed like that for a while, Braeburn moaning while I struggled to keep my breathing under control. Eventually, he crunched down and chewed whatever was in his mouth and swallowed hard. He got up from the chair. The rattling noise moved from the floor to the nightstand.
Then there was silence again. I think he was staring at me. I whimpered.
“Shh…” A warm hoof landed on my chest. It stayed there for a moment, then it slowly began tracing up and down my rib cage, then down to my belly. It ran up along my side, stopping just above my rapidly-beating heart.
The darkness was agonizing, and having a perfectly still hoof right there, monitoring me, made it all the worse. I started fidgeting, but as soon as I moved, I heard it again. “Shh… I’m gonna take good care of ya’. ”
Braeburn’s hoof never stopped making contact with my body. He ran it down the opposite side of me, giving it a little more weight when he made it to my belly. My dick pulsed, making the head brush against his fetlock. I moaned and thrust my hips forward, just to get him to touch more of it.
Right as I made contact, he pulled away. I whimpered. It wasn’t fair!
“Ah, gettin’ pretty eager, ain’t ya’?” He shuffled a few paces and began rubbing the insides of my thighs, occasionally brushing against my balls.
Before long, I felt a hot gust of air down there, and a warm tongue began lapping at my nuts. I sucked in a quick breath as my head swam.
Braeburn kept licking, letting his tongue explore all around and under my sac. Then he took one of my balls in his mouth and gently suckled on it, making me tense up in fear and melt in pleasure at the same time. Each little suckle and flick of his tongue was like a wave of relaxation over my mind, like I was suddenly completely drunk. I spread my legs wider, hoping he would take more into his mouth.
But Braeburn was cruel. He let out a long sigh as he drew away. “Heh heh. You like it when I take you by the reins, don'tcha?”
I didn’t answer right away. Maybe I didn’t know, or maybe I just couldn’t admit it.
His voice grew sterner. “I said, you like when I take you by the reins, don’t you?”
I whispered, “Y-yes…”
Braeburn chuckled. “Good. Then you’re gonna love this.”
He stepped away from me. One of my balls, the one he’d been sucking on, felt cool, while the other was completely dry.
More rattling. My breathing was getting ragged. Braeburn seemed to be rooting around in something.
The rattling stopped.
My chest shook with each breath, my heart pounding in my chest. Braeburn brought his head low. Puffs of air began spreading across my stomach. But something was… off. His breath wasn’t as warm as I expected. As the air billowed from him and across my body, I prayed that he would just get it over with. And he did.
With one quick motion of his neck, he brought his lips down to my stomach.
And it was cold.
I gasped and arched my back, my head swimming at the sudden chill on my stomach. “Uhn…”
Braeburn had an ice cube wrapped in his lips pressed against my stomach. He traced little circles on me. Cool water began dripping out of the sides of his mouth and running down my belly.
“A… ah!” My stomach convulsed. I pressed harder into him, the feelings overwhelming my senses. I wanted to pull back and push forward. It hurt. It tingled. It felt like so many things all at once. My brain had short-circuited, and I wanted much more and much less of that feeling all at the same time.
Braeburn ran his mouth around my belly in small circles. I moaned and turned toward him. The cold sent a shudder through my whole body. My eyes rolled back into my head, and I began panting.
Braeburn blew hot breath across my body, tingling where it blew across the wet spots, and I slammed the side of my head against the pillow. “Oh fuck… Brae… Brae!”
The ice cube grew smaller. With a slurp, Braeburn sucked the cube into his mouth, crunching it down to nothing in a few moments. I shivered, but not from the cold, and I didn’t stop until Braeburn began licking at my stomach again.
“Oh…”
His rough tongue was still cold, but it was warmer than the ice cube had been. The more he worked my skin, the more the heat began to penetrate me, and the more I settled down.
Braeburn ran his face and his mane along most of the wet spot, drying me off just a little. “Well, sounds like somepony wants some more.”
He’d broken me. It hadn’t even taken him all night. All it took was a massage, some preening, and an ice cube. I felt small, like I’d failed at being a stallion somehow, but it felt so, so good.
“Uh…” I panted harder, starting to feel light-headed. “Uh-huh…”
Braeburn chuckled. I could almost feel the slimy smile on his face. “Then I’m more than-” He paused. “Actually…”
I felt his slightly chilled breath next to my ear, which I flicked at him. He whispered, “What did we say about being polite?”
My lip quivered as my body seized up. I should have been angry at him for playing that game with me, but I hated the thought of stopping. “Brae…”
He taunted me with, “I mean, if you want to stop…”
“No!” My neck craned back a little. Part of me didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I needed that feeling again. I needed him to take control and send me spiraling upward in pleasure, and I couldn’t help but mutter,“P-please.”
“Please what?” he cooed.
I swallowed, and even though my brain resisted, I managed to force out the words, “Please keep going.”
He drew back. “See? Isn’t that much better?”
I felt small. My skin tingled, and I felt hollow. I was so used to being the one in charge - not just with him, but with the stallions in the ‘Bolts. Giving myself up like this felt so perverse, but I couldn’t will myself to stop, even if I’d wanted to.
The ice bucket ratted again. “And it’d be a shame to waste all this ice, anyway.”
Braeburn blew warm air on my face. Then, the tip of his tongue traced under my chin and to my mouth. I opened up, and he kissed me powerfully, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. He was rough, pushing the back of my head down into the pillow beneath me. His tongue was still cold.
And with a loud slap, I felt the next ice cube right on my chest. “Mmph!”
My eyes shot wide open, but of course that didn’t do anything for me through the blindfold. My back legs kicked out involuntarily, and my neck tried to curl up, but Braeburn held me in place. The warmth of his mouth and the cold, dripping ice on my chest sent my brain into shock. My muscles contracted on their own, and I completely lost control. But I couldn’t move, not with Braeburn holding me there. I was worried I would bite his tongue, but with him moaning down my throat, my body kept still enough that we didn’t get hurt.
The pool of water on my chest grew until it overflowed. A small stream moved up my chest, finding the smallest pathways in my fur. It banked and ran down the right side of my neck, and I moaned into Braeburn’s mouth as it dripped onto the bed below me.
The ice cube moved in circles around my chest until all I could feel was Braeburn’s hoof and a slow trickle of water.
Braeburn pulled back from our kiss, panting heavily. He slowly ran his tongue along my face, across my cheek, and over the scarf to my forehead. He kissed me a few times and began chewing on my ear, just like I always did with him, and it had the same effect. My nerves buzzed, and I let out a long, shuddering breath as I tried to relax again. “Ah…”
I turned my head into him. His tongue explored deeper into my ear, flicking around an area that nopony had ever touched before. It felt incredible. The more he played around with me, the more strength left my body.
A wave of desperation washed over me. I was powerless, completely at his mercy. And I… I fucking loved it.
My body felt heavy and light at the same time. I writhed as my thoughts became more and more clouded with desire. I was picturing him doing all sorts of awful, tantalizing things to me – picking me up in his strong forelegs, bending me over the back of a couch, spreading me wide open… And the more I thought about it, the more I lost myself in the feeling. The more I wanted him to plow my brains out.
Just when I thought I couldn’t melt any more, Braeburn let go of my ear. I flicked it a few times as he leaned his lips in close and whispered. “Now why don’tcha flip over and let me do what I please.”
I could barely find the power to speak. “Yes, sir.”
My limbs felt like they were attached to my body with strings, but I managed to flop over. I was dizzy and completely disoriented, and I still couldn’t see, and it was wonderful.
“Just a tick, Big Blue. Gotta get myself ready.” Braeburn fumbled with something on the nightstand, and I heard that familiar pop of the cork in the lube bottle.
A moment later, I heard a squelching sound, and I knew – he was ready to fuck me stupid with that massive cock of his.
I could see every inch of it in my mind. Meaty and thick and almost the size of my foreleg, it pulsed along with his heartbeat. The head flared out beautifully on top of his massive shaft, which ran down all the way to his plump, hefty nuts. Smooth and veiny and mottled brown and pink, it twitched whenever Braeburn looked at my wings.
It was girthy. It was perfect. And I wanted it inside me right now.
My dick jerked to life and rubbed against the sheet below me. A conscious thought escaped my brain, and I wiggled my ass, hoping he was already behind me. I turned my head to where I thought he was and tried to give him a snippy comment.
“Y-you think you can…” I’d stuttered, and my cheeks flushed. “Dammit.”
“Heh heh. Somepony’s still got a mouth on ‘im.” He was right behind me, crawling onto the squeaky bed. My heart jumped into my throat as Braeburn roughly yanked my tail up and out of the way. “Mm… That’s alright, though.” A gentle hoof traced my ass and brushed against my tailhole. “We’ll break ‘im soon enough.”
His hoof left my butt, and before I knew what was happening, I heard a loud smack and felt a stinging on my flank. I yipped as my wings flared out and my muscles suddenly tensed.
Braeburn dropped my tail and leapt back. “Sorry, sorry! Aw, hell, I’m so sorry! You alright?”
I could barely hear him. I was too focused on my thinking, ‘I… I think I liked that.’
I didn’t answer. Instead, I shuffled in place, panting and spreading my hind legs further apart to give him better access. I felt dirty, and my whole body felt hot.
“Oh, my…” He got the hint. “Guess, uh, guess you’re still…” He cleared his throat and took on a sultry tone. “...Up for a pony ride.”
In a few seconds, Braeburn was crawling back onto the bed. My tail flicked and brushed against his face. He responded by kissing me at the base of my spine. He worked his way up my back. More and more of his weight pressed down on me as he kissed and licked and nibbled a path up to my neck.
Everywhere he touched, my skin tingled. As he settled onto my back, forelegs wrapped around my sides, I instinctively raised my ass a few inches.
Braeburn nuzzled the back of my head, then leaned in close to my ear. His breath tickled and aroused at the same time. “Now, you’re gonna be a good little stallion and let me know if it hurts, alright?”
I nodded.
“Good,” he said, reaching down and moving my tail out of the way. His forelegs squeezed me tighter, and I knew my body was his. “Because you’ll be walkin’ funny enough as it is.”
My heart stopped. His body was radiating heat down onto me, and with his extra weight, it became hard to breathe. But I couldn’t let him stop. The anticipation was killing me.
I gasped as something wet and fleshy prodded at my tailhole. I squirmed, but Braeburn held me tight.
“Easy now,” he murmurred. “Ain’t even started yet.”
His hips rotated forward, nice and slow. The head of his cock pushed in, spreading me wide open. It felt like all the heat in my body was concentrated in my tailhole. My mind was drowning in endorphins, my eyes fluttering behind the scarf.
It was the first time Braeburn had penetrated me. I shook with desire. He was so big, and I didn’t know if I could handle it, but damn did that first little push feel good.
I needed more, and Braeburn gave it to me.
His cock pushed against my inner ring. Without thinking, I sucked in a large breath and clenched down. Fear and desire raged through my body as I tensed up.
Braeburn knew what to do, though. His voice was mellow and soft. “Easy, Big Blue. Just relax. Easy...”
My shoulders relaxed, and I nodded.
When Braeburn pushed a little further, I moaned loudly. “Uhnn… Mmm…”
I’d had a few stallions fuck me before, but Braeburn was so fucking huge! Even with just an inch or two in me, I felt like I was at my limit, but I couldn’t possibly stop.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” He kept pushing, and I moaned more and more with each breath. “Oh, fuck.... Mm.... Mm...Mm!”
I bit down onto a pillow just to shut myself up, but it didn’t help. I was a loud bottom.
Braeburn pulled out a little and whispered into my ear again. “Gonna go deeper. Tell me if it’s too much. You’re takin’ it like a champ, Big Blue.”
He leaned forward, putting more of his weight on me and further constricting me. He pushed deeper into me, and the more he pushed, the more I wanted him to explore. “Dammit you’ve got a sweet ass.”
My brain had completely shut down. I had almost collapsed from the pleasure raging through my blood, and it only got better as Braeburn settled into a rhythm.
He’d pull out most of the way, then spread me wide open all over again. I tried to spread my legs further at every opportunity, helping him ease deeper into me, and with every new inch of rock-hard stallionhood in my ass, the fireworks intensified. He only stopped once, right before slipping his medial ring inside me. It earned a muffled scream of pleasure from both of us.
Braeburn worked me over, building up speed and rutting me harder, and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. His lips worked my neck. He sucked on the most sensitive parts, right where it met the shoulder, making me shudder. He then wrapped a foreleg under my chin and pulled my head back.
“Ah!” I screamed, unable to focus on any one part of my body. I felt helpless in his grasp, and I absolutely relished the feeling.
Sweat poured off our coats as he picked up the pace. His smooth, veiny cock pumped in and out of me. I felt so full when he was inside. When he pulled back, it left nothing but a desperate emptiness that seemed to stretch out for hours until he slammed into me again.
I pushed back into him with each thrust, trying to feel more of him inside me, forcing more of his cock inside until he’d finally taken me to the hilt. His heavy balls slapped against my ass. I whimpered at their size and warmth.
Braeburn left his cock all the way inside me for a moment, growling as he shifted his hips around. I could feel his heartbeat on my back and the pulse of his dick inside me as he squeezed tighter around my neck. His chest rumbled every time he exhaled. He stopped sucking on my neck, instead giving me a soft bite on the shoulder that made me tense up, then melt at the feeling.
Panting, Braeburn let go of me and sat up a little, pulling halfway out of me. “How… How you doin’?” While he talked, he wasn’t plowing me, and I couldn’t handle the empty feeling it left me with. “You wanna–AH!”
I’d pushed back onto his dick, feeling every curve and throbbing vein as I forced it back into me. My ass burned, but I needed him inside me. My own cock rubbed against the sheets beneath me, twitching in the steadily growing pool of precum.
I was in heaven, and I wanted to milk him dry. As I drooled, a few words stumbled out of my mouth. “Brae… Braeburn. Fill me up. Oh, fuck yeah.”
He tried to say something, but his voice got caught in his throat. Instead of saying anything, he grabbed onto my flanks, then he yanked me all the way onto his cock.
I screamed and thought I would pass out, but I managed to pull myself forward. He pulled me back again, driving his cock all the way in. His cockhead was flaring and raking along my insides. He massaged my prostate with each thrust, and every fiber of my body tingled as I struggled to raise my tail even higher.
“Soarin’, I… I’m gonna…”
I slammed myself back into him.
“F-f-f-fuck!”
I clenched onto him. He fell forward, grabbing onto my sides and biting down onto my shoulder hard. His hips rocked forward, and he unloaded into me.
My head swam as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me. I could feel load after load rocketing deep into me and splashing against my insides. My eyes rolled back into my head. I moaned as he filled me up, pushing himself harder into my ass in the hopes of getting just a little more inside me.
His leg twitched, and his sweaty body ground harder into mine. He squeezed me harder, not easing up until the last load had been injected into me.
Then, he became very still, his breathing loud right next to my ear. My cock ached for release, but I couldn’t quite make sense of anything. I relaxed a little.
I thought he was done.
“Braeburn, that was–AH!”
He yanked his cock all the way out of me, and then I felt another slap on my flank. “On your back.” His voice was ragged and desperate. “Quickly now.”
What else could I do? As fast as I could, I rolled onto my back, legs hanging in the air. I wanted to protest, to ask him what was going on, but I could barely even form a coherent thought.
“Hoo. Shit,” he said, stumbling off the bed and roughly uncorking the lube bottle again. I heard that squelching noise again. “Aw, hell, yeah. Ain’t… ain’t stoppin’ now.” The ice bucket rattled again as he picked it up and plopped it down next to me, right at my side.
I panted, and my balls ached, and it took all my focus not to just jerk myself off right then and there. But Braeburn still had control of me, and he hadn’t made me cum yet.
Braeburn pounced back onto the bed, making the springs and the wood creak. “No, we ain’t stoppin’ now.” His voice was hushed and rough, like his words were on fire.
The bucket rattled again. A few drops of cold water dropped onto my belly just before I heard Braeburn crunching on some more ice. A cold hoof rubbed along the ridge of my cock, forcing another jet of precum onto my already wet stomach.
I gasped and begged, “Braeburn… Braeburn, can I cum now? Please?”
“No.”
Braeburn’s hooves planted themselves on either side of me, and I felt it again: the warm, wet, smooth skin pressing against my tailhole. My chest seized up, but a smile raced across my face as I thought, ‘Holy shit, he’s still hard!’
I reached down and spread my cheeks apart. “All… all yours, babe.” My brain buzzed at the thought of him pumping more loads into me.
“Good colt.” Braeburn didn’t waste any time. He grunted and pushed forward. This time, he wasn’t gentle about it. With one rough thrust, he was all the way back into me, balls bumping against my ass.
“Yes. Yes! Oh, fuck!” It felt even better with me on my back, and his dick found my prostate right away. My body shuddered, and he kept working that one, perfect spot that drove me completely wild with lust.
“Brae… Brae, I’m close,” I choked out, craning my neck back. I reached a hoof down to my cock…
…Only to have it slapped away.
“Not yet,” Braeburn grumbled. He grabbed my forehooves and pinned them to the bed while he pounded away at me. I struggled to move, but not too much – losing control was too intense, too pleasurable.
My ass felt raw, and I swear I could feel some of his first load leaking out the sides. But he didn’t relent. Braeburn kept at it, thrusting deep into me, just as hard as ever. I didn’t want him to stop. As much as my dick protested and begged for release, I never wanted it to end.
Braeburn was growling like an animal, bucking wildly. On one hard thrust, he knocked over the ice bucket, spilling ice and cold water onto my side. The feeling overwhelmed me, and it was the only thing that kept me from cumming right away. I felt Braeburn’s hoof run along my side and pick up an ice cube before jamming it into my mouth.
It caught me off guard, but once it was inside, I sucked on it greedily. The cold ice in my mouth just made the feeling of the hot cock inside me more intense. My head felt feverish, and my insides felt warm. I groaned, and my eyes fluttered as Braeburn rammed my well-used asshole.
“Oh, yeah…” My cock felt like it would explode. “Brae… I can’t…” I swallowed the melted iced. “Please…. Hnnng! Please…”
Braeburn scooped up more ice. I heard him crunch on it almost immediately. Another scoop, and a cold ice cube was running erratically up and down the length of my cock. It hurt so good, the cold feeling keeping me from cumming just a few seconds more. Braeburn let the ice cube slip. It then ran its course past my balls and down to where Braeburn was fucking me, one corner barely touching my asshole.
A dripping hoof wrapped around my cock. Electricity surged through me. Heat radiated from my cock to the rest of my body. I felt the fullness not just in my ass, but also in my balls. They contracted, and I writhed and whimpered, head thrashing back and forth and slamming into the pillow.
“Oh! Brae... Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Braeburn jerked me off faster and faster. “C’mon, Soar. Gimme…” He swallowed hard. “Gimme a big ol’... Hnnnng!”
Braeburn lunged forward, burying himself into me as deep as he would go.
And it launched me over the edge.
I almost blacked out as my nuts contracted and my cock completely stiffened, shooting a thick wad of semen that landed on my chin. My ass clenched down as a second wad hit me on my cheek, and I spasmed as I heard Braeburn yell, “Shhhit!” while he pushed harder and rolled me up onto my back.
He came inside me again, which made my own orgasm even more powerful. The heat and the cold mixed together to give me something I’d never felt before. Every little movement sent another wave of pleasure through my skull. Spurt after spurt fired onto me as Braeburn’s dick pulsed inside me for a second time, filling me up even more. My own cock drenched my chest in hot cum. Every nerve inside me ignited, and I completely stopped breathing.
Our orgasms seemed to go on forever, the heat from our bodies penetrating the cold from the ice. My thoughts got fuzzy. I couldn’t think of anything, just feel the pleasure run its course through me like a wonderful drug.
Braeburn shook and collapsed onto my messy chest. Any leftover cold quickly disappeared in his warmth.
I wanted to stroke his mane and cuddle his brains out, but I could barely move. Our bodies were wrecked. As cold as it was, the ice at my side was almost soothing. My brain buzzed as I took in deep breaths of his scent: sweat and sex, with just a hint of apple that seemed to follow him everywhere.
We stayed like that for a few moments, gasping and panting and feeling the afterglow wash away all the space between us.
But Braeburn was eager, just like always, and he didn’t stay still for long. After knocking the bucket to the floor with a clang and brushing away the melting ice, he slid up my chest and placed a hoof on my face. With a gentle lift, he slid the scarf from my eyes and wiped the jizz from my face.
Even though the light was dimmed and it took my eyes a few moments to adjust, the first thing I saw was what I wanted most: Braeburn.
With sweat beading on his face and his mane matted to his forehead, he panted and gave me an exhausted, warm smile. “So, Big Blue, whatcha think?”
My heart was still racing, but a different kind of warmth spread through me. It wasn’t from the sex – it went deeper than that, all the way to my soul. Seeing my stallion above me, knowing that we’d given each other something special, was better than a lifetime of orgasms.
I reached up and around Braeburn’s head. He didn’t resist as I pulled his face into mine for a deep kiss. Our lips were locked tightly, and we began sucking each other’s faces with a renewed passion. His tongue swirled around with mine.
Our breath was short, and I remember I could only think one thing: ‘Shit. I can’t breathe.’
I think I might have started coughing first, buuuuut it pretty much happened to both of us at the same time. We gasped into each other’s mouths. When Braeburn pulled back from my face, he sucked in a lungful of air with bugged-out eyes while I made some sort of horrible snorting sound.
As soon as he could breathe, he burst out laughing, and that made me lose it, too. I threw my head back as his stomach bounced on mine. We struggled to breathe enough of the thick, musky air to keep us alive. All the tension left my muscles, and we laughed and laughed together, until there were tears in our eyes and our diaphragms hurt too much to make any more noise.
When I finally opened my eyes again, I saw Braeburn shaking his head at me.
“Haha! Well, if you didn’t like it, heh heh, you coulda just said so, Soarin’.” He wiped a fetlock at his eye. “Ya’ don’t gotta try and kill me! Ha!” He rolled off of me onto the bed, and we stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, still snickering.
He eventually got control of his voice and asked, “You liked it, though, right?”
I sighed, the sides of my mouth feeling like they were stretching all the way to my ears. “You were fucking amazing, Brae. I’d never even thought of doing that before. Super intense. Totally gonna make you do that to me again sometime.”
He reached a hoof over and stroked my flank. “Well, now, ‘make’ is a strong word. Don’t forget who had who beggin’ for more.”
My cheeks flushed and my eyes darted away. I smiled and quietly admitted, “Yeah…”
“Darn tootin’.” Braeburn craned his neck a little to look down at my ass. “Didn’t hurt ya’, did I?”
Yeah, my ass had probably gotten more than I’d bargained for, and it was going to be sore for a while, but it was so, so worth it. “Meh. Spitfire always says that stretching’s good for your muscles.”
Braeburn gave me a cute little smile. He leaned in, kissed the end of my nose, and looked at me with soft eyes. “That was terrible, even for you.”
“Yeah, I know.” I scooted closer. We hugged each other, sticky and gross and warm. “That really was freaking mind-blowing, though. You sure you never did that before?”
“First time, actually. Couldn’t ever get you-know-who to try it, and it’s too hot out in the desert to be wastin’ ice, anyway. Always left me wonderin’, though. It’s amazing the kinda stuff you can come up with when your mind wanders.”
I lifted my head and caught a glimpse of the metal ice bucket tipped over on the floor. My eyes narrowed as I looked back to Braeburn with a wry smile on my face. “I’ll say.”
Braeburn ran a hoof through his mane. “Heh heh. I know that look, mister, and I think you might be readin’ my mind.”
“Heh.” I sat up and grabbed the black scarf. In the sexiest tone I could manage, I asked, “We’re not done yet, are we?” I raised an eyebrow at Braeburn, and, with a little flourish, I tossed the scarf into the air and caught in my teeth.
With a little laugh, he sat up, closed his eyes, and nuzzled my face, pressing his forehead into mine. His voice was warm and soothing, and after we’d breathed a sigh of satisfaction together, he purred, “Not even close.”
Author's Note
Thanks for reading my first straight-up clop story. If you enjoyed it, then check out Sensation for more Soarburn, and let me know what you think. I'm always looking for ways to improve. Thanks!