Week 3, 4 days after retrieving the Cebus Cebelli, still travelling to the city of Arctureus.
Head Bash blushed at the sight of his medical tent; it brought to mind his plans for the pony inside. He was not entirely sure how he ended up in this situation, going from pursuing an emotionally damaged pegasus to the hooves and claws of a unicorn and griffon. His heart beat harder bringing a new wave of red below his yellow fur as he pulled back the flap to the tent.
Bash looked over the white stallion lying on the operating cot, his well-toned body shifting trying to find a comfortable position for his injured back.
“I’m sorry I left you alone… are you still hurting? Let me help you feel better,” Bash said timidly. He wasn’t sure if Garritios would be in the mood.
“How do you plan on doing that?” Garritios asked, trying to lift himself before wincing at a twinge of pain in his back.
“With a bit of… distraction,” Bash replied.
“Sounds interesting.” Garritios liked the way the timid earth pony’s treatments tended to go, always making him feel better in body and soul.
Bash turned away from the patient, going for the chest of supplies, sorting the bottles of ointments, tinctures, potions, and herbal remedies, occasionally picking one or two out and laying them on the ground. The entire time Bash’s flank bobbed just barely out of Garritios’s reach, his orange tail sweeping from side to side, revealing a slight more than the modest pony would normally show. Garri tried to avoid staring, but the sight was hypnotizing with its movements and curves.
Garri tried his best to hide his reaction by rolling onto his belly, which suited Bash just fine. He trotted over with his selection and began to pour them on one by one onto Garri’s back and massaged them in. Bash’s hooves pressing out the kinks and knots, while the minty smelling oils created a strange mix of cool and intense heat into his aching muscles. Bash then tried to gently flip over Garri, but the feeling of Bash’s hooves over his body did little to reduce the swelling of his loins. As he rolled over he did his best to hide it, but Bash merely chided him.
“You really shouldn’t move around like that,” he said as he straightened out the unicorn, before quietly gasping at the sight before him.
“…. I’ll have to take care of that, otherwise you’ll never be able to rest.”
Bash moved from hoof to hoof of the prone unicorn tying them down, before approaching the final appendage to defy the doctor’s orders. Despite the few times that they have been together, Bash was still shy around the throbbing member.
“C-can I examine it?”
“Go ahead.”
Bash leaned in, his hot breath panting on the soft tissue in between deep breaths of the musty scent coming from the orbs hanging below. He never got enough of this scent.
“D-does it hurt?” he says, before sending his nose deeper, his muzzle gently teasing the two orbs. Another breath of the heady scent pushed back most of his hesitation.
Garri looked down at Bash and gave the sweet pony a playful smile, “Feels good now actually.”
“T-that can’t be true… it’s twitching… and swollen, I need to do something.”
Garrie lifted Bash’s chin with one of his hooves, looking his blue eye’s looking into the eager earth pony’s orange eyes. “Do what you like to it, I trust you.”
“Alright… just tell me if it hurts…”
First he checked on the table’s straps were holding Garri down properly, Bash pulled out a long strip of leather and wrapped it around the base of the appendage, careful to not accidentally nip it while tying the strap with his teeth. With a final pull he makes sure it was just tight enough. Garrie moaned slightly and said, “A bit tight, but still nice.”
Bash went back to Garri’s orbs, teasingly licking them and burying his muzzle under them, breathing the intoxicating scent, the sensations causing the bonded appendage to swell. From time to time he would swallow one of the orbs and rolled it around his tongue. Garrie gave the odd grunt of pleasure and frustration as his appendage jerked in response. Bash finished suckling the orbs, savoring the flavor, until his eye’s travelled upward. The bondage had made the member swell larger than its normal size, inciting a nervous gulp from Bash.
“I….I hope I can do this…”
“As do I,” Garri said as he struggled with his bonds, wishing that the teasing would soon end.
Bash’s tongue started at the base of the shaft, just above the strap. He flattened the tongue until the full width traveled upwards. Reaching the summit he took another look at Garri, wrapping his lips around the tip. Garri could no longer take it, he wanted so much to escape the cot’s straps and rut the pony in front of him.
“Care to release my arms?”
Bash’s lips pooped off the member, “I’m sorry… you need to lie completely still… I’ll take good care of you.” Bash gave his puppy dog look, disarming Garri and relaxed him.
“I know you will,” Garri said, once again relaxing onto the cot.
Bash brushes back his hair, the shiny cool gray contrasting deeply with the sweaty lust driven expression on his yellow face. He begins to take the tip into his mouth, rolling it around in his mouth like he did with the orbs, occasionally prodding the small entrance with the tip of his tongue. The sensations pull a small moan from Garri, but he tries to stifle it case the other party members near the campfire consider listening in. A blast of air from Bash brushes against Garri’s belly as he readies himself. He impales his mouth upon the engorged member, driving it as deep as he could, someimtes nearly touching the leather strap. More moans escape from Garri’s lips, he no longer could control it as he tensed up. Garri used his magic to pull one of Bash’s hooves to his tail hole, gently messaging it.
Feeling the sensation of the magic, Bash pulled his mouth off of Garri with a loud pop, he realized he was not fully satisfying the unicorn.
“I... I think I need to apply some heat here,” he said gently stroking the shaft. “And, I might have something for you for down there.”
Garri shifted in his bonds, a seemingly permanent smile stuck on his face. “That would be nice.”
Bash returned to his supplies and this time Garri does not even try and hide his stare at the yellow pony’s flank, every slight movement revealing just enough to excite him further. Bash eventually found one of his pestles, the smooth marble tool was perfect for his purposes, needing only a bit of lubrication. He found the bottle of mint oil he had used earlier and poured the glistening liquid onto the tool.
Bash pressed the pestle against the entrance, lightly rolling around the tip to ease its way in. “Just relax.”
“I don’t think I could be anymore relaxed.”
Bash continued to roll around the tool, letting the oil relax the tight muscles until it became receptive, allowing the cool marble to slide in.
“Now that is taken care of I can finish the rest of your treatment.”
Bash climbed on top of the sturdy cot, his flank dangling above Garri’s face, tempting him to nip at the earth ponies own member. Bash did not give him enough time to do this as he moved towards his goal, flaring up his tail as he eased the tip inward.
“I’m sorry.... I’m sorry I am not one of your pretty mares... but... I’ll do my best.”
“You have something they don’t,” Garritios replies with a smile.
As the tip slides further in Bash asked with a pained moan, “A-and what is that?”
“Ahhhh,” Bash moaned.
“It’s in you now,” Gary replied as his horn glowed with magic, pulling the pony downward, forcing his rod deeper into Bash.
Garri passionately kissed Bash, sliding his tongue over the others. Bash continued to moan, and cried a little from pain from being pulled all the way down so fast. Garri hugged him, making their yellow and white chests rub into each other. Garri released him from the lip locking and embrace to allow him to get back to work. Despite the pain, Bash was beginning to enjoy himself, lifting himself up to be impaled once again. He does this time and time again, feeling the twitching member begging for release, but denied the bond kept it at bay. Garri was using his magic to toy with the marble tool, the friction activating the oil. Between his treatment from the medic and his own machinations with the tool, he felt immeasurable pleasure, a torture he wished would never end.
Bash kept moving faster and faster, until he could no longer sit up straight and fell once more into Garri’s firm chest, still grinding as hard as he could. Garri completely forgot about being caught and moaned deeply, the combinations of sensations filling him with ecstasy, he groans again as he attempts to fire his load. The bondage kept him from doing so, as Bash continues to thrust up and down, rubbing onto Garri’s chest, his tongue hanging from the side, a face of complete blissful pleasure replacing the crying stallion from before.
Garrie was forcing himself past the breaking point with his partner ignoring the building pressure from below. Garrie kisses the red faced earth pony, who sloppily returned the kiss. Bash’s years of hoofboxing giving him abnormal endurance, the way he maintained the extreme pace made him seem unstoppable. He seemed as if he could go on for hours, as his eyes rolled back, his mind spent and all that was left was an animal in a need of a rutting.
Garritios was pleased by the intense friction, more so than any mare he had ever lain, the restraints once a nuisance now added to the wonderful feeling. An hour went by, several times Garri attempted to climax, but the bondage blockaded his seed. Bash finally spent falls on to Garii’s chest, feebly attempting to continue grinding before letting the appendage slide out. Bash kissed Garri’s cheek before sliding off of him, shakily walking towards the now purple and throbbing member. The heat from it was intense. Bash started to untie it with his teeth, but saved the last loop for his hooves, allowing him to nip at the foreskin. The final loop slid off, causing a torrent of steamy milk to shoot upwards, most of which caught Bash in the face. Smiling with the coating of melted white pearls, he brushed back his hair, and sucked the remaining liquid out of the still erect rod. Finishing, Bash crawled back onto the coat and cuddled. He used his back hoof to prod Garri’s flank, allowing the marble tool to fall onto the ground. Bash kissed and nibbled up Garri’s neck before whispering, “Ready for round two?”
To be continued...
