Chapters RarityxPinkie Pie(Gender Swapped)
Pinkie was busy dusting the library for Twilight and singing a song about books when the door to the tree was thrown open. “Sorry we’re closed,” she chimed from her perch on a particularly high shelf.
“Pinkie, where’s Twilight?” The pink pony turned to see her friend Rarity was the intruder.
“She and Spike are visiting Princess Luna,” Pinkie hopped off of the shelf as she spoke. “You were there remember. She wanted you to watch the library but you were busy with that thing.”
Her marshmallow friend planted a hoof in her face and shook her head. “That’s right,” she mumbled before turning her gaze back to Pinkie. “Well do you know how to reach her? I really need her help.”
Rarity soon found herself stumbling backwards when a pair of large blue eyes was shoved in her face. ”Oh what’s the trouble,” her friend asked, eager to help.
Rarity calmly pushed the mare away from her and explained. “The model I was working with for the stallions’ fashion show today has come down with the flu. I was hoping Twilight might be able to buy me some time with that spell you told me about.”
Pinkie planted herself on the ground for a moment and scratched her chin. “Well Twilight doesn’t have those spells here. Did you think about getting a new model?”
The unicorn rolled her eyes. “Of course dear, that’s the first thing I tried. Nopony in town is available.”
“What about Big Mac?”
“He’s not the right build?”
“Blues?”
“At a gig.”
“Caramel?”
“His girlfriend won’t let me near him.”
“Lucky?”
“I won’t let him near me.”
“Doctor Hooves.”
“Doctor who?”
“Well there must be somepony,” Pinkie said with a defiant stamp of her hoof.
Rarity sighed. “I told you dear there’s nopony.” The marshmallow pony moved past her friend and began examining the bookshelves. “Are you sure the spells aren’t here?”
Pinkie nodded. “I’m sure as sure can be,” she said before returning to rubbing her chin and tapping her skull. She knew there had to be some way to help her friend.
Sure enough, within a few seconds she had an idea. Before Rarity knew what was happening she was knocked over by a pink blur that rushed to the top of the bookcase. A second after Pinkie had landed in front of her in a cloud of confetti. She was holding a rather large book.
“I found this while I was dusting,” she said, walking past Rarity and setting the tome on a table. “It’s a book of transformation spells.”
Rarity stood up and dusted herself off. “And just exactly how is that going to help me Pinkie?” She turned to look at her friend but instead found herself face to face with the aforementioned book.
“Tadah!” the pink pony said ecstatically.
Rarity glanced over the page Pinkie had opened and caught on to her friends plan. In the book was a detailed guide to a gender changing spell. “Pinkie,” the unicorn began as she lowered the book,” are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
The pink mare nodded enthusiastically.
Rarity levitated the book back to the table and looked over the spell. It was a workable plan if she could manage it, and according to the instructions it could be reversed once they finished. Still it might be risky.
“I’m ready,” her friend called from behind her. Rarity turned to see the mare trying and failing to hold still in preparation for the spell.
The unicorn took in a deep breath and took one last look at the book. “Okay Pinkie. Hold on.”
Rarity’s horn began to glow with its usual pale blue aura, and a cocoon of blue magic began to surround her pink friend. Pinkie was merrily bouncing as usual while the aura engulfed her, but the spell seemed to be going according to plan.
Then Pinkie sneezed.
Suddenly Rarity’s concentration broke, and the field she had formed around Pinkie burst. The pair found themselves blinded by the light and thrown against the walls of the library. When the unicorn managed to regain both her vision and her stance, she moved towards a pile of books that had appeared where Pinkie was just a few moments ago.
“Pinkie, are you okay,” she asked.
“Woah. Rarity heard her friend moan as the books shifted revealing a puffy pink mane and a pair of blue eyes. The strange part was that they appeared on the face of what was undoubtedly a stallion. “Hey Rarity. Did it work?”
The unicorn nodded in response.
Pinkie shook his head and stepped out of the book pile. “That was fun,” he said chipperly in his new slightly deepened voice,” So now we should head to the show right?”
Rarity nodded again. “That’s right, the show. C’mon we need to get you fitted.”
Once Rarity had finished and began walking out the door, she realized that Pinkie was staring at her. “Is something wrong Pinkie?”
“Umm…Rarity,” the pink pony responded, and Rarity noted some barely contained laughter as he spoke,” I think your spell worked a little too well.”
Rarity nervously shifted her…his tail. “I’m well aware Pinkie, but I’d rather not try to fix it right now. We still need you to be a stallion for the show. I can make due for now. Now let’s get going we only have a few hours.”
******
“So, Pinkie,” he said as he began by measuring his models neck,” How does it feel being a new man?”
“It’s not bad,” Pinkie said with a tilt of his head, throwing Rarity’s measuring tape to the floor. “How do you feel about it?”
Rarity sighed and levitated the tape back to Pinkie’s neck. “I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Then why’d you bring it up?”
Rarity rolled his eyes and moved the tape to Pinkie’s chest. “I don’t know Pinkie.” What followed was a few moments of awkward silence filled only by Pinkie’s whistling while Rarity wrote down some measurements. “By the way,” he said in an attempt to break the silence,” We’re going to need a new name for you. Pinkie is a little too feminine.”
“Ooh I know how about Barry?”
“You don’t think Berry’s too feminine?” Rarity moved on to the stallion’s legs as she spoke.
“It isn’t if you spell it with an A.”
Rarity simply nodded along and moved on to his friends other leg. “If you say so.”
“What about you Rarity,” Pinkie questioned,” I’m thinking ‘Elusive.” For added effect the stallion provided a dramatic arm wave.
“I don’t need a new name dear. Unlike you people won’t be looking at me.” The unicorn couldn’t help but smile as the words left his mouth. He had to admit that “Barry” did look surprisingly attractive. The spell had not just changed the necessary anatomy when making her male. In addition to a slightly shorter mane, his friend now had a slightly more lean and muscular body.
“Is something wrong Rarity?” Rarity shook his head. Evidently he had stared just a touch too long.
“Nothing at all, Pinkie. Just you’re inseam left now. Hold still.” The pink stallion nodded as the unicorn crouched down to get a better look at his model’s underside. He had to admit that he always enjoyed this part. Her clients rarely wore anything to their fittings so he was always sure to have a nice view.
Admittedly todays view was a touch odd because of the weirdness that came along with it, but that didn’t make it any less compelling. As he slid the measuring tape up his friend’s leg he began to notice a somewhat unfamiliar feeling around his waist.
Taking a moment to peer between his own legs he noticed what was undoubtedly the beginning of an erection.
“Is everything okay down there Rarity?”
“J-just fine Pinkie.” Rarity took a moment to pull himself together. Most likely his friend wouldn’t even notice. At least that’s what he thought before he returned to his work and noticed that his friend appeared to be experiencing a similar problem.
“Are you sure? It looks like you’re getting hard?”
Rarity quickly dropped his tape and leapt out from under the pink stallions legs. “What are you doing staring at my crotch Pinkie?” he asked angrily.
Pinkie chuckled in response. “What so you get to stare at my junk but I don’t get to look at yours?”
“I-I was just taking measurements,” Rarity blushed as he spoke and turned his head away from his friend.
Pinkie responded to this clear display of embarrassment by throwing a leg around his friend and shooting him a sly smile. “Hey there’s nothing to be ashamed of right? We’re both stallions now. Nothing wrong with getting a little turned on.”
Rarity nodded. “Of course. Nothing wrong at all.” With a relieved sigh, the unicorn removed Pinkie’s leg from its place around his neck and moved to retrieve his measuring tape. “Let’s get back to the measurements then. I just need the other leg now.”
Pinkie simply stared silently at the unicorn for a moment as he returned to his side. “You mean we’re not going to do anything?”
Rarity stopped mid crouch. “You’re not suggesting we-“
The marshmallow pony was cut off mid-sentence by his friend abruptly turning to face him and excitedly shouting, “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting. I don’t know about you but I’m eager to try this new thing out.” Pinkie smiled brightly as he spoke; like a foal who’d just gotten a new toy.
“Pinkie,” Rarity spoke as calmly as he could manage, in truth he was on the verge of laughter,” While I appreciate the offer, I don’t any desire to ‘try out’ my new anatomy on you.”
“That’s okay somepony needs to be the mare right?” Pinkie winked playfully before circling around behind the unicorn. “You can just relax and let your old pal ‘Barry’ handle everything.”
Rarity was about to respond but found he could only manage a gasp as the stallion behind him began his work. The unicorn quivered as he felt the pink stallion’s tongue gently caress his anus.
“P-Pinkie,” he managed to stutter,” We really don’t have time for-“
He found himself once more interrupted as his partner temporarily abandoned his work and leaned forward to cover his mouth with a hoof. “Shh,” Pinkie reassured him with an oddly singsong tone,” And remember, right now my name is Barry.” The pony punctuated his statement with a seductive wink.
“Well then, Barry,” Rarity responded with a seductive smile of his own,” I take it we won’t be continuing until I’ve ‘played’ with you for a bit?”
“Of course not,” Pinkie chuckled, “After all it’s not every day I get to try something this weird.”
With that Pinkie backed away and took a seat against a nearby wall, displaying his now fully erect stallionhood. “Now if I know my porn right, we’re going to need some lubrication before we can really get this going,” he said with a comically manly voice,” You up to the task sailor?”
Rarity took a glance at the nearest clock. They had two hours before the show. That should be enough time for a little fun. “Alright,” he said turning back to his partner, “but you’d better make it worth it once I’m done.” He shot Pinkie a lustful grin and, once more, knelt down and found himself between his friend’s legs.
He decided to start at the bottom of the shaft, slowly dragging his tongue across the entire length. It wasn’t the most impressive he’d ever seen, but it was still a good looking piece of equipment. Its length was slightly above average and, while it was a little thinner than the last stallion he’d been with, it would be perfect for his first try at “the backdoor.”
Upon reaching the tip of the member, Rarity wrapped his lips around it and began smoothly bobbing up and down along his friend’s length. The goal after all was just to get it wet. “Barry” was clearly enjoying it though, and the surprisingly deep pitch of his moans was making the unicorn all the more eager for the main event.
Deciding to take his arousal into his own hoof, Rarity began stroking his own member. It was an impressive piece itself, he had to admit. While he couldn’t tell merely by feeling, it must have been at least the size of the one he was busy lubricating. The feeling as he stroked it was a touch odd, but not entirely unfamiliar. The feelings of pleasure and heat were at least similar to before, if more external, and the feeling of approaching orgasm was practically identical.
After few minutes of this routine the unicorn found himself being lifted gently off of the pink stallion’s length by his chin, and made to look into his partners face. “I think that’ll do,” Pinkie said with an uncharacteristically seductive tone, “Are you ready to really start this party?”
The unicorn simply nodded and smiled in response before getting to his feet and turning his backside towards the stallion.
This was obviously a clear enough signal as “Barry” quickly found his place on top of the marshmallow stallion, and began gently probing his rear. Rarity released another gasp as his friend penetrated the hole, but the pleasure of the experience quickly overwhelmed the pain as his partner steadily rocked his way inside.
The pleasure only increased with each thrust as Rarity felt his friend reach deeper and deeper inside of him, and, within moments of the pink stallion reaching his full depth, “Barry” reached around his partner and began to wildly stroke the white stallion’s length. Simultaneously the pink pony increased the pace at which he moved his waist to match. Meanwhile, the gasping of the unicorn below him grew louder and urged him on.
It didn’t take much longer before the white stallion was shouting his partners newly declared name in pleasure as he reached his orgasm. Several thick streams of semen shot from his shaft onto both the floor and Barry’s hoof as the pink stallion atop him continued to pound away.
Just before reaching his own orgasm, Barry removed his shaft from his partner and finished with one final thrust onto his back, causing the ejaculate to cover the marshmallow pony’s back and his purple mane.
Finally Pinkie flopped onto his back beside his still panting partner. Rarity, on the other hand, managed to calmly lower himself to the ground and roll into an embrace with the pink stallion, all the while choosing to ignore the wet spot he hadn’t thought to avoid.
“Well done, ‘Barry,’” he said with a wink.
“Well done yourself, ‘Elusive,’” the pink pony replied. He had returned to his usual singsong tone, with a touch of panting mixed in of course.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” ‘Elusive’ spoke as he came to a stand above the pink pony. “Perhaps we can have another round after the show is over with.”
Pinkie nodded enthusiastically. “You betcha! Only next time I get to be the mare okay?”
Rarity laughed and shook her head before walking back to her work table. “Go take a shower. I don’t want any stains on your new outfit.”
Author's Note
This isn't quite what I'd expected my first request to be but there you have it. I hope you enjoyed it Swiper. I apologize for the brevity of the actual sex scene, but it is the first clop I've ever actually written. Hopefully I can make the next ones a bit more interesting.
Blueblood stared at the town forlornly from the car of his train. There wasn’t a single paved road in the place. The budget the princess had allotted him was barely enough to afford proper lodging, let alone a carriage.
To make things worse, he had forgotten to pack his boots. All he had brought along was a set of his fanciest horseshoes, and he couldn’t decide if getting them dirty was better or worse than getting his hooves dirty.
He eventually settled on keeping his hooves clean, and put on the quartet of silver lined shoes, along with a quartet of white socks, just to be safe. He then grabbed his carry-on case and headed out into the dirt.
He was pleased to exit the train onto a wooden platform to start. What pleased him less was that the sheriff’s station appeared to be on the other side of town, and the closest thing to a road was a roughly worn path in the ground.
He slowly reached out his hoof to prod the ground, as one might when testing the water in a swimming pool, and almost fell off the platform when somepony appeared from seemingly nowhere and threw a leg around his neck.
In fact, he did indeed fall over, but thanks to some last moment maneuvering he managed to keep himself on the, at least slightly less dirty, wooden platform. His shriek elicited a chuckle from the pony that had frightened him. The pony in question was a yellow stallion in a leather cowpony hat and matching vest.
Once his laugh was finished, the stallion extended a hoof to help Blueblood up. The prince managed to get to a stand himself, but did extend his own hoof for a friendly shake.
“Sorry ‘bout that partner,” the yellow stallion said with a smile as he shook vigorously Blueblood’s hoof, “I didn’t mean to frighten you. Just welcoming you to.....APPLELOOSA!” On the last word the strange pony leapt up and screamed, eliciting another shriek and tumble from the white stallion. Once more, he barely managed to remain on the platform.
The cowpony chuckled again and lifted Blueblood to his hooves. “You’re awful jumpy you know that?”
Blueblood levitated a brush out of his saddlebag and began brushing the dirt out of his coat. “Why, may I ask, are you bothering me?” he questioned the noisy colt.
“You’re the map maker right?”
“Cartographer,” Blueblood said dismissively. He was continuing to not look at the yellow pony. Instead he was focused on building up the courage to step off of the pier.
“That’s a yes right?” The stallion once again threw his foreleg around Blueblood. This time the prince was annoyed, but not surprised. What did surprise him was the speed and strength with which the pony pulled him towards the sheriff’s office.
Blueblood gaped in horror at his now ruined shoes, too stunned to berate the colt that had scuffed them. He barely managed to get out an angry “You...” before an inebriate was thrown at his feet and he almost fell over yet again. Luckily, this time the cowpony, who had moments ago cost him a good night’s sleep, managed to catch him and save him from what probably would have been a complete breakdown.
Blueblood stared at the salty pony for a moment before glancing up towards where he’d been thrown from. In the doorway a tan pony in a blue uniform and cowpony hat was dusting himself off. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, “C’mon in. Don’t mind Salty he’ll be there for a while.”
The stallion gestured for the pair to come inside and walked back into the building. Blueblood walked around the unconscious stallion in front of him and towards the sheriff’s office. The sheriff took a seat behind a desk when he walked in. He politely took a seat on the opposite side, and the pony that brought him here took a seat beside him.
“I see you’ve already met Braeburn,” the sheriff said with a smile. He extended his hoof kindly and Blueblood shook it politely. “I’m Sheriff Silverstar. Pleasure to meet ya’.”
“Charmed.”
Silverstar nodded and retracted his hoof. “You’re here to map the place right?” Blueblood nodded and the sheriff responded in kind. “Alright then. Braeburn here will show you ‘round,” he said as he pointed to the yellow cowpony beside the prince. “He’s also been kind enough to let you stay with him for the duration of your stay.”
Blueblood took a lingering look at the stallion. Some may have called it a glare, but were you to ask him he would have told you he was merely judging his cleanliness. After a few moments he turned back to the sheriff. “I brought money to pay for a hotel.”
After staring confusedly at the unicorn for a moment the sheriff let out a hearty laugh. “Did you happen to see a hotel on your way here Braeburn?” He asked the yellow cowpony jokingly.
Braeburn, seemingly unaware of the joke, shook his head and answered, “Can’t say I did sir,” before slapping the prince on the back. “Don’t worry,” he said, “You’re not being a bother or anything.”
Blueblood simply nodded. “I’ll give it a look over when I get there before I decide otherwise.” With that Blueblood lifted himself to a stand and headed for the door. “Let’s get going. I would like to wash some of this dirt off of me before I start with work.”
Braeburn followed him out and once again threw his hoof around him. “Now don’t be silly,” he said, ”You just got into town. You should get settled in before we start workin’ ya’.”
“I’d prefer to spend as little time out here as possible,” the unicorn responded, “I do not intend to ‘settle in.’”
“No need to be so grouchy.” Braeburn’s smile was unflinching even as he insulted the prince. “But if you insist we can skip the tour and head straight to the house.”
******
“Here we are. Home sweet home,” Braeburn shouted excitedly as the dust cloud cleared.
Blueblood paid him no attention however as he was still busy thinking about the way they had traveled here. Admittedly it hadn’t been a long journey, but the cowpony beside him had just literally pushed him through no less than twenty yards of dirt! Now not only was his beautiful white coat a filthy shade of off-white, but any hope to save both his shoes and his socks had flown right out the window.
He wanted to scream, but the best he could manage was to hang his mouth open and twitch his eye.
Braeburn either didn’t see the prince or simply paid him no attention as he walked up the porch stairs and into his home. “I’ll get that bath runnin’ for ya,” he shouted back after opening the door,” I wasn’t sure if you’d ate yet either, so there’s a meal in the kitchen.” With that he headed inside and shut the door, leaving Blueblood behind to collect himself.
The cowpony’s promise of a bath was enough for the unicorn. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked through the door, reinvigorated by the thoughts of a nice relaxing cleaning.
He was pleasantly surprised to find that the building was actually quite clean. It was hardly a five star hotel, but, considering the budget he was sure his host had to keep to, he was actually impressed. Admittedly the furniture was sparse and in various states of disrepair, but it was clearly due to use rather than neglect. Were it not for the fact that it was in the third filthiest area he could think of, this place might have made a nice summer home.
The kitchen was easy to locate thanks to the smell wafting from it; apple pie if Blueblood were to hazard a guess. Upon wandering in he did indeed find an apple pie. He also found a pair of grilled portabello mushrooms on bread and a nice fruit salad. It wasn’t exactly fine dining, but he had to appreciate the gesture. Much as the stallion annoyed him, he did know a thing or two about hospitality.
Blueblood took a seat and levitated one of the ‘burgers’ to his mouth and took a bite. He had to admit he enjoyed this form of, for lack of a better word, cuisine every once in a while, but only as long as he wasn’t seen eating it.
He had managed to finish his burger and a slice of the pie by the time Braeburn returned. “Glad to see ya’ liked the food,” the cowpony said from the kitchen doorway, “I was a bit worried somepony from Canterlot might find it too simple.”
“It was fine,” Blueblood said while dabbing the pie-filling away with a napkin. It was better than fine, but he wasn’t about to admit that to anyone short of a princess. “Is the bath ready?”
Braeburn nodded and moved in to pick up his guest’s dishes. “Tub’s filled and towels are on the sink. Anything else ya’ might need should be in the medicine cabinet.”
“Thank you, but I brought my own supplies.” Blueblood gave the stallion a polite smile and turned to head upstairs, along with his saddlebags.
“First door on your left,” Braeburn yelled after him before taking a seat to finish his own meal.
*****
The bath was just as invigorating as Blueblood had hoped. He could practically feel the dirt melt away from him as he removed his clothing and lowered himself into the warm water. He probably spent just under half an hour simply scrubbing the filth from him and enjoying its warmth.
Finally, once he was sure he was spotless, he left the tub, and ended his ritual with the standard wave goodbye as the dirty water drained away. He would have dried off and ended it right there on most days, but today he found himself feeling particularly stressed, and a certain item he’d almost forgotten he’d pack reminded him of an easy way to relieve that stress.
*****
Braeburn always enjoyed doing the dishes. It gave him time to think, and having guests over was just more dishes and more time. At least that was what he liked to think. After all, a negative attitude was never productive.
Most of Braeburn’s thought’s today were occupied by the aforementioned guest. He had to admit that he liked the prince. Sure he was stuck up, but Braeburn had expected nothing less from a big city pony. Besides, he was sure that the prince had more to him than he was letting on. He had volunteered to map Appleloosa to start. That had to be a sign of some good. He was probably just adjusting to his new setting.
Of course, Braeburn had to admit that he wanted to like the prince. After all, it’d be a waste of something that handsome if it wasn’t pleasant company. As the cowpony considered this fact he found his mind wandering towards the guest once more; albeit in a slightly different way.
“Come to think of it, he has been in there a pretty long time.” Braeburn couldn’t help but smile as he pictured the prince in the tub; scrubbing himself. Perhaps he could be scrubbing himself in a few of his more…sensual places. Maybe he would even try using some sort of instrument?
Braeburn shook his head and laughed. “Now don’t be silly,” he told himself,” That guy’s scared to death of dirt. There’s no way he’d even consider doing that kind of thing in tub full of filthy water, if he’d do it at all anyway.”
He probably would’ve stopped right there after putting the last of his dishes on the rack, but that’s when he heard the water start running.
He paused for a moment to make sure he was hearing correctly. Then he calmly turned away from the counter and headed towards the staircase. “If he’s gonna take another bath, he could probably use fresh towels.”
*****
Once the tub was about halfway filled, Blueblood stepped in and laid down. The warm feeling was still pleasant, but he had something better planned for this particular bath.
Once he had gotten comfortable, he floated the toy over, and rested it on his hips. It was a simple toy; just a glass instrument expertly shaped to resemble the most important part of stallion anatomy, although it was admittedly larger than typical.
The prince moved it affectionately over his own genuine anatomy as the water rose. Once he found his waist was fully covered, he moved it slowly around to its proper place.
He started slow with only a slight penetration, but even that was enough to elicit a rather load moan from him. It had been far too long since he’d felt this.
*****
Braeburn stopped dead outside the door and dropped the towels. Evidently his guest was not aware of how thin the walls in this building were.
For a few moments he simply stared agape at the door that concealed his moaning guest. It didn’t squeak as far as he could remember. He could take a peek if he wanted.
The cowpony shook his head and sat against a nearby wall. “He’s a guest, Braeburn. It’s not hospitable.” As he spoke the moaning just seemed to grow louder. “Then again, a little peek won’t hurt anypony.”
Braeburn gave into his baser feelings and pushed the door open ever so slowly. He couldn’t see much past the face, but what little he could see did manage to arouse him further. The unicorn in the tub was clearly in ecstasy, and the moaning was even louder now that the door wasn’t in the way.
The most arousing aspect however was the prince’s horn. Braeburn could see his guests hoof moving in the fashion typical of masturbation, so he could only imagine what that horn was manipulating.
Braeburn bit his lip and slowly began to stroke his own cock as he watched the white stallion. He imagined that face made in response to his own motions, and of course he imagined what the horn could do with another pony involved.
Unfortunately for the cowpony, it wasn’t long before Blueblood finished. With an extra loud outburst bordering on screaming, the stallion let loose his seed in the bath. Only a little managed to shoot above the rim of the tub but it was more than clear the pony had climaxed.
Braeburn himself was pushed over the edge by his guest’s energetic scream at the end, and while the fear of being seen was now very present, he knew it was far too late to do anything but finish. Thankfully, he had a safe way too cover it up on hand. He bit his lip hard as his load shot onto the towel below him. The final shot he saw as he burst was that of the white stallion exiting the tub rear first.
*****
Blueblood hummed to himself as he drained the tub and dried himself off. One of the benefits of unicorn magic of course was the speed with which he was able to dry and get dressed while simultaneously cleaning his toy.
As he glanced in the mirror to make sure he was properly dressed up, he noticed from a nearby window that the sun was beginning to set. “I suppose my guide was right about me not getting any work done today,” he thought aloud,” Still it would be a shame to waste a this without showing it off. Perhaps a night on the town is in order.”
He shot himself a winning smile through the medium of reflective glass and packed all but the wet towels back into his saddlebags. “Braeburn,” he shouted as he walked out, completely unaware of the slightly ajar door,” I’m ready for that tour now, but I need a pair of thick boots. And they need to be black.”
As he wandered down the hallway to the stairs he happened upon the pony he was searching for at the top. He was holding what appeared to be a bundle of dirty towels. “Oh good,” the prince said as he levitated his own towel into his host’s hooves,” Clean those while you’re at it. I’ll be waiting downstairs when you’re done.”
*****
Braeburn was frozen as he watched the prince walk down the staircase. Somehow he had managed to get off scot free despite the tricky knob on his bedroom door clearly conspiring against him. After he was sure the stallion had moved, he let himself breathe again and opened his door. He needed to put the towels in the hamper. And, apparently, he also needed to find a set of black boots.
*****
Blueblood had managed to finish off another slice of pie by the time the cowpony returned with his boots. The boots in question were placed loudly on the table in front of him by the aforementioned cowpony, who was grinning ear to ear. “So, you wanted the tour?”
The unicorn glanced at the boots. They were clearly gardening wear, but they were well kept. They would do for now. At the very least it was better than risking further scuffing of his favorite shoes.
“Very well,” he said as he sat up,” Just don’t push me there. I can walk fine on my own.”
*****
Much to Blueblood’s chagrin it seemed that the night life in Appleloosa was more or less non-existent. While the walk had been nice and dirt cloud-free, the tour had been lackluster at best. His guide had told him that most of what happened in the town happened before dusk, but there was no activity anywhere but the local saloon by the time they’d arrived.
So, of course, that’s where the ended up.
Of course this did not satisfy the prince’s desire for a night on the town. Not only was the Salt Block filthy, it was incredibly boring. The guest list seemed to be entirely comprised of depressed ponies come only to dry their tears with the cheapest salt available. There wasn’t even any music playing, and the stage was completely empty.
“Not what you were hopin’ for huh?” Blueblood looked away from the stage and to the stallion that had just taken a seat across from him. “Sorry ‘bout that. There really isn’t much to do here at night ‘cept get nice and dry.” Braeburn chuckled as he slid the prince a bowl of salt.
Blueblood glanced at the bowl of plain crystals for a moment. He couldn’t even get a decent salt in this place. “This place is more boring than a gala evening,” he mumbled. At least at a gala he the ponies talked to one another.
He glanced around looking for some way to save his night. The bar contained a total of seven ponies (nine if he included himself and his guide), a crudely made wooden stage, and a piano.
“I suppose it will have to do,” he mumbled once more as he stared at the instrument.
Braeburn was greedily enjoying his salt when he was jolted up by the slam of a hoof on the table. He looked up to see the unicorn in front him staring at the stage with a determined look on his face. “Buy everyone a round of salt and juice. Then meet me on the stage.” With that the stallion walked off.
Braeburn’s eyes followed his guest to the piano and watched as he took dusted the bench in front of it. He then turned to see a small pile of bits planted on the table. “Shaker,” he shouted to the bartender,” A round for everyone on the prince.” This elicited a swarm of stares from everyone in the bar; first to Braeburn and then to the strange unicorn dusting the piano keys.
Blueblood had to admit he was disappointed. He hadn’t expected cheering or anything, but something other than bewilderment would have been nice.
Once he was satisfied that the keys were clean enough to touch, he took a seat and Braeburn approached him. “So what’s the plan here, slick?” the cowpony asked jokingly.
“Don’t call me slick to start,” Blueblood responded. It was meant as a joke, but the only indication of humor was the unicorn’s smile. “To continue, we need to get these ponies doing something, and, crude as it is, the best thing I could come up with was a square-dance. I assume you know how to call one?”
Braeburn nodded. “It’s been a while but I can. But I gotta say I didn’t expect a prince of all ponies to suggest it.”
Blueblood just shook his head and returned to the piano. “I didn’t come here to not be seen,” he said,” But I’m also not going to start shouting or dancing like a madman, so I think acting as.” In truth Blueblood was simply looking for something to watch. The less he was seen the better.
The bartender arrived with their order as Blueblood finished his speech, and the prince quickly took a good lick of salt. Being a little dry in a situation like this couldn’t hurt.
Braebrun smiled at the prince as he walked onto the stage. Maybe this fellow was less stuck up than he’d thought. “Alright everypony,” he shouted to the crowd that was still staring at the pair,” Our honored guest here is tired of all you sad sack ruinin’ his evening, so it’s time to cheer up and have some fun.”
As the pony spoke he noticed the bartender was quietly moving a few of the table out of the way. He found himself grinning from ear to ear in anticipation. When he looked over to his partner in crime he noticed a similar, if slightly more subdued, grin.
That was enough encouragement for him. He reared up on his hind hooves and shouted as loud as he could muster,” C’mon everypony, let’s show him an Appleloosan square dance!”
*****
The two left the bar an hour later to a cacophony of cheering. Blueblood had managed to get through two bowls of salt before his hooves stopped hitting the keys properly and somepony else had to take over. After that he just wanted to get out of the limelight before somepony demanded he join in a round.
Braeburn had accompanied him mostly as a matter of principal. It was his job to watch over the unicorn after all. Then again, he wasn’t complaining about walking Blueblood home. “I gotta say, I didn’t think a city pony like you would know how to work square-dance so well.”
Blueblood laughed in response. “You think I didn’t do some research before I came here? Besides who’s to say a prince can’t enjoy a good wild west dance?”
It was Braeburn’s turn to laugh now. The prince had become a bit more open after drying out a bit. “And here I was thinking you didn’t like this town.”
“I don’t like the dirt,” the prince responded playfully. ”This would be a nice place to live if they paved all of that away and took care of their saloons.”
Braeburn nodded and threw a leg around the unicorn. “Well what’d you expect when you signed up for this? You can’t expect someplace that ain’t even on a map to be like Manehattan.”
“Ugh! Don’t even get me start on Manehattan.” Blueblood sighed. “But I don’t really know what I was expecting to be honest with you. None of the books I read really focused on the dirt. It was all down-home cooking, exotic parties, and handsome cowponies.”
Braeburn blushed a bit as the prince spoke. Either he wasn’t aware of what he’d just said or he just didn’t care. “Well then I guess it’s not a complete waste, even if you did have to trudge through a bit of dirt.”
Blueblood nodded and rested his head against his host. “I suppose your right.”
The two arrived back at Braeburn’s home in a short time. “So where will I be sleeping tonight,” Blueblood asked as he entered the house and took the now filthy boots off.
The cowpony walked right past him and opened a nearby cupboard. “You’ll be staying in my room,” he said, eliciting a smile from the prince.
“Well I must say I didn’t expect you to be so demanding,” the prince said flirtatiously,” but if you insist.” With that he chuckled and hopped off of the couch. Then, saddlebags still in tow, he headed up the stairs.
Braeburn quietly slid the spare blankets back into the closet and followed him.
*****
Braeburn entered the room to see the prince eagerly awaiting him on the bed. A pale blue light surrounded both his horn and what appeared to be a tube of glass shaped like a cock. Meanwhile the unicorn’s hooves were rubbing it sensually. Braeburn took note of the nearby bottle on the floor.
“Take a seat, Braeburn,” Blueblood said without removing his eyes from his work. Braeburn complied and took a seat next to the stallion. He also began to gently rub the prince’s hip, but Blueblood calmly pushed his hoof aside before the cowpony reached his erection.
“I’d prefer to start a little differently if you don’t mind,” he said, turning to his partner with a devilish grin,” Just lie down and let me do all the work.” Braeburn complied once more and found himself on his back. He had forgotten his hat until just now when it had fallen back and he felt himself resting on it.
In another moment he found himself looking up at the prince, who he noted had not forgotten to disrobe. “So what’s the plan here?” he asked. The stallion above him just smiled, and responded with a passionate kiss.
Braeburn was nothing if not appreciative and responded by grabbing Blueblood by the neck and pulling him closer. He savored the salty taste on the unicorn’s tongue as it explored his mouth. Slowly he moved his hooves down the prince’s body and to his hips.
Blueblood responded by lowering himself to the cowpony’s level just to the point where he could feel his shaft resting against Braeburn’s. Then, he broke the kiss. He considered saying something, but the look in his lover’s eyes was indication enough that he should continue.
His horn flickered slightly as he lowered the toy to Braeburn’s ass and began to ease it in. At the same time he began to grind his penis gently across his partner’s own generous length. The cowpony began moving his own hips in response. Blueblood made sure to use this to his advantage by timing the thrusts of the toy in opposition to his lovers own movements. Braeburn began biting his lip in pleasure and pain as the toy moved further into him.
Hoping to elicit a more powerful response from the cowpony, Blueblood lowered his head and began to playfully nip at the yellow stallion’s neck. While his partner did jerk in excitement he still continued to bite his lip even as the unicorn’s toy reached its full depth.
It seemed he would have to resort to more drastic measures sooner than he’d planned. Blueblood leaned in for another kiss as he raised himself off of the cowpony. His horn flickered once more as the bottle of lubricant he’d set aside floated towards his upraised ass and poured a small deposit of its contents into it. Unfortunately thanks to Braeburn’s refusal to open his eyes and mouth, the kiss had to be redirected and became an affectionate bite on his upper lip.
Of course now that the prince was ready, he was sure he could get the cowpony to open up. With a single fluid motion the prince moved forward across his partner’s length and began to slide it into his rear. This was the clincher. As soon as no more than the head had entered the white stallion Braeburn’s eyes and mouth shot open as he gasped. Blueblood responded passionately with his own moaning as the stallion below him began to thrust in response.
Braeburn moved quickly, and had bottomed out after no more than the third thrust. Bluebloods passionate screams grew louder as the stallion turned grabbed his shoulders and pounded his ass. The moaning finally paused when the yellow stallion pulled the prince to him and locked their lips together in another powerful kiss.
However the silence didn’t last long. Blueblood expertly removed the glass dildo from his partner, and quickly thrust it in with as much force as his magic could muster just as Braeburn had penetrated the unicorn with yet another intense thrust. This motion forced Braeburn over the edge and he broke the kiss shortly before contributing his own scream to the bedroom.
The prince’s own moans increased in volume as well as he felt his lover’s semen shoot into him with each additional thrust. Once he was sure the cowpony was well flushed, he removed the toy and raised himself, still panting, off of the stallion.
“Well done,” Breaburn said as the prince rolled off of him,” But I don’t think we’re quite finished yet.”
Blueblood nodded. “A gentlecolt would finish what he started.”
Braeburn nodded and rolled on top of the stallion. “Fair is fair,” he said as he turned to face his partner cock. He started by licking playfully at the prince’s tip, then he noticed the discarded toy lying slightly off to the side.
Blueblood was admittedly surprised when he felt himself once more being penetrated. It was clumsily done but it was most certainly new. He wasn’t even entirely sure how the stallion that was lovingly tonguing his cock was doing it. Not that he was complaining of course.
It didn’t take very long for Blueblood to reach his climax. He had practically burst when the cowpony had ejaculated. The blowjob was just the finisher, and the toy; icing on the cake.
Breaburn however took his time to savor the prince’s orgasm. The moans alone would have made him hard had he not just finished himself, and the flavor of his partner’s cum was intoxicating. The cowpony greedily swallowed each squirt of the sweet fluid before finally pulling off.
With that finished he laid back next to his panting partner. “I suppose I’m going to need another bath,” the prince said with sigh.
*****
Blueblood awoke the next morning to the smell of pancakes, and the feeling of a slight headache. He supposed if the event of this trip were all as good as last night this would doubtlessly be an even better job than he’d hoped for.
As Blueblood sat up and headed downstairs he noticed a set of familiar looking horseshoes, freshly polished and set aside by the door.
“Yes. This will be far better than I’d imagined.”
CelestiaxLuna (Molestia, Genderswapped)
Luna looked suspiciously at the game he sister had left out for her. “Gakkō Majikku” was the title. The case was vague at best, and the description was written in some sort of foreign language. Of course knowing her sister, it wasn’t too hard to guess what it was.
On the inside of the case was a note from her sister, along with the disk of course. “A special present for my favorite sister,” was written on the front, and on the back it read,” Me and my students put a lot of work into this. I hope you enjoy it.”
The strangest thing about the gift was the lack of an occasion. Then again it didn’t really pay to try and make sense of Celestia’s whims.
With an exasperated sigh, Luna popped the disk into her computer and grabbed a controller. “I suppose she worked hard on this. I should at least see what it is.”
Once the game had loaded up Luna was blown away by the spectacularly generic title screen. All it showed was the front of a castle and the words “New Game” in huge pink letters. “Try to reserve judgment, Luna,” she mumbled.
The princess pushed start and was rewarded by a fade to black. When the screen faded back in, it was filled by a picture of the very same castle from the title screen, but this time there was now an alicorn standing in front of it.
Despite the fact that the alicorn was male, Luna felt it was very clearly reminiscent of her sister. The coloring and cutie mark were both identical, but the stallion had a beard in addition to its, significantly shorter, pink mane. It admittedly didn’t surprise her to see her sister in this game, but seeing a brother did throw her a tad.
The other odd thing about the pony was its outfit. Along with a pair of purely cosmetic looking glasses, Sol wore a tan jacket and pants with tweed elbow pads. While seeing her sister in costumes was hardly a new experience, Luna had not expected to see her alter-ego be wearing something quite so plain.
“You must be the new math professor,” the image said with as little motion as possible while still pretending to lip sync,” I’m the principal. Name’s Sol, but most of the kids here like to call me Malestia.”
Luna couldn’t help but facehoof. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m entirely serious.”
“Wha-?”
“Anyway,” the image continued, now adapting a distinctly odd smile,” You’ll be teaching in room 203. If you’ll follow me…”
With that the screen faded to black once more. When it faded in again Luna found herself facing the door of room 203 along with Sol.
“Since this is your first day, the students were told to use this as a study period. However, I figured this would be a good chance to introduce you to the students. They’re always much nicer on the weekends after all.” Sol shot Luna a sly wink and the screen faded out once more.
This time the screen reopened to a classroom. Luna noted that it was a completely empty classroom. Apparently she was expected to just imagine the students.
“Greetings everypony,” Sol said, once more appearing in the center of the screen,” This is your illustrious principal speaking. I’m here to introduce you to your new Math teacher.”
After a moment, Sol flickered away and was replaced with a familiar looking purple stallion in a black suit.
“So this is the new professor we’ve heard so much about?”
“Twilight Sparkle’s in this game too?”
The stallion onscreen blinked. “Um…no sir I think you’re confusing me with somepony else. My name is um…” the unicorn paused for a second, and it moved its hoof to its chin. “Oh what was it?”
The unicorn was shortly replaced by a picture of Sol laughing. “Oh, Dusk, I swear you’d forget your horn if it wasn’t attached to your head.”
“OH that’s right!” The unicorn exclaimed happily while once again appearing on the screen. “Dusk Shimmer. That’s my name.”
Luna simply stared at the screen for a moment after the exchange. Apparently the character could hear her. A smile quickly spread across her face. Tia really did go all out. Perhaps this game would be worth playing.
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Dusk,” the princess said.
“A-a pleasure to meet you too sir,” the unicorn responded.
“Well I think that’s enough for the first day, Dusk,” the principal interjected,” Don’t worry though; you’ll be seeing much more of Mr. Eclipse soon enough.”
“That wasn’t very much of an introduction,” Luna complained.
“Well we don’t have time to make a big deal of it. After all we haven’t even arranged where you’re staying yet.”
“I’ll see you later Mr. Eclipse,” Dusk said as the screen once more faded to black.
The next screen showed the principal standing in the middle of the hallway. “Alright now if you’ll just follow me to my office-“
“Excuse me,” interrupted a voice nearby.
“Oh hello Spike,” Sol said kindly,” What are you doing out in the halls during classtime?”
Once the alicorn had finished he was quickly replaced by the picture of an adolescent dragon in a black denim jacket and sweats.”Oh hi principal. I was just going to see Dusk. I heard he has study hall today too, so-“
“Ah I see, you’re getting a little extra tutoring in. Good for you lad.”
“Uhh yeah. Excuse me.” With that, Spike left Luna’s field of vision and entered room 203.
“That’s another of our students,” Sol began,” He’s having a little trouble with math, so young Dusk is tutoring him.”
“Why didn’t he just get the teacher to do help?” Luna asked
The odd smile once more appeared on the white alicorn’s face. “Well the last professor wasn’t very willing to help him. Perhaps you can stop by later if you’d like to contribute.”
The next scene took place in the principal’s office. It was a generic setup with little more than a desk and a lamp, but it had a few bits and bobbles that made it interesting. The vast majority of them Luna recognized as being from her sister’s bedroom in fact.
Strangely enough Sol decided to begin the meeting with, “Well that should be everything.”
“I guess I’m supposed to imagine the meeting too,” Luna thought.
“Feel free to wander around the school,” the principal continued,” Come and see me in a couple hours, and I’ll show you to the staff quarters.” With that said, Luna found herself back in the hallway before she had a chance to respond.
“well the best way to continue from here would be to talk to the students,” Luna found herself thinking aloud,” And, as there are only two students I know in this school, I suppose I should go check up on them.”
Luna nodded in confirmation of her own observation and moved back to room 203, whistling as she walked.
It didn’t take long before the door once more rose into view and Luna could head inside. However something caused her to pause as she pushed open the door.
He could swear he heard panting.
Deciding it was best to proceed with caution, the princess edged his head into the room as quietly as he could and, sure enough, found the source of the panting.
Dusk shimmer was sitting alone in the room and looking over a textbook while. Spike was nowhere to be seen, but, considering the noises coming from the purple stallion, Eclipse had little doubt about where the dragon was.
Slowly, the teacher inched his way into the room to get a better look, but no matter how far in he leaned he couldn’t manage to see the dragon. That is, until the dragon, with his face clearly covered in a fresh spray of semen, rose from under the desk and began kissing his partner.
Spike held Dusk in a strong embraced and gently lifted the unicorn from his seat. With a graceful turn, and what Eclipse could have sworn was a wink in his direction, the dragon set his partner on the desk behind him.
Eclipse found himself getting hard as he stared at the dragon’s ass. Had he paused to think he probably would have noted something wrong with that, but he was too busy watching as Spike penetrated the unicorn lying on the desk.
The dragon was neither an experienced or gentle lover it seemed, as he moved quickly and with little apparent concern for Dusk’s comfort. However, the unicorn didn’t seem to mind, and responded only by tightly wrapping his forelegs around Spike’s neck and keeping him locked in a passionate kiss.
Somehow, during this activity Eclipse had managed to move into the classroom unnoticed. He managed to get a better view of the pair from the side just in time for Spike’s big finish. After one particularly strong thrust the dragon pulled out of his partner and finally broke the kiss.
Eclipses eyes were on Dusk as he lay on the table moaning in pleasure. Spike however, was far more interested in the professor. “Can we help you, sir?” he asked.
Luna shook his head in response. Now that the action had finished, it suddenly occurred to her that something was wrong. “Wait a moment,” she said,” Dusk knew I was coming back here. Why would you two start…you know.”
Suddenly Dusk’s eyes shot open. “Oh! Sir, sorry I didn’t realize you were there. Come on Spike.” With that said, the unicorn and his companion vanished in a flash of light, leaving Luna alone, confused, and uncomfortably aroused.
Luna looked around for the unicorn, and quickly became aware of the fact that she was looking around. She also became aware of the fact that she appeared to be wearing a three-piece suit, and that the pants were feeling tighter since she had become aroused.
“Ceeeleeeeestiaaaaaaaaaaa!”
*****
Celestia watched merrily from a monitor in her office as what had happened finally dawned on her sister. She had been a little disappointed by Spike and Twilights rather short fuses, but this was making the whole scheme seem more worth it.
Celestia closed the monitor once she saw her sister was headed this way. Best to play it cool after all. She’d even gone to the trouble of making a pot of tea just so she could nonchalantly sip some when Luna inevitably burst through the door.
Unfortunately the princess of the night was a touch too fast for her and managed to burst in as she was filling her cup instead. “Could you try that again Eclipse? I was hoping to have a drink before you showed up.”
“What did you do to me Celestia?!”
“Ah ah it’s Sol remember.”
“I’ve had enough of this nonsense!” Luna punctuated her statement by slamming a hoof on the desk.
“Really? Here I thought you enjoyed this sort of thing. You seemed to enjoy watching Mr. Shimmer and his friend.” Celestia smiled and calmly sipped her tea. Luna seemed to falter as she spoke.
“W-well I-“
“Now now ‘brother,’” Celestia smirked,” There’s no shame in having a fetish. That’s why I gave you the gift after all.”
Luna wasn’t sure how to respond, but then again her ‘brother’ barely gave her a chance anyway. Suddenly, the white alicorn had appeared beside her and was whispering into her ear. “I saw those ‘games’ of yours. I just figured you might like to see what it was like to star in one.”
“Let me guess. I’m not getting out of here anytime soon am I?” Luna asked, now blushing.
“Well there’s only one way to win this game.”
Luna felt the pants he was wearing fall to the floor and sighed. It was probably best to just go with it he supposed. Besides, he couldn’t help but wonder how it might feel. “So how does this scene go then?” he asked.
“Well,” the principal started while moving behind him,” First we need to warm you up a bit.” The white alicorn’s horn began to glow and its light enveloped Eclipse’s impressive length. Meanwhile, the principle went to work on his subordinate’s rear; gently circling his ring before penetrating him with his tongue.
Eclipse whinnied positively in response to Sol’s work, and even pushed himself back a little in hopes of pushing the wet instrument slightly deeper. All the while he began to work his own magic by slowly stretching the principal’s tailhole with its warm blue glow.
Sol removed his tongue once he was satisfied that Eclipse had been well loosened and moved to the teacher’s side. “For this next part I’m going to need you to bend over the desk,” he spoke calmly, as if he actually was directing a scene.
Eclipse nodded in response and threw his front legs onto the desk. For added effect he decided to lift his left leg as well, showing his impressive shaft off along with his ass. “How’s this?”
Sol said nothing, and simply climbed onto the desk and began nibbling his partner’s ear. Simultaneously he began working to stretch magically Eclipse’s hole in preparation for the main event. This elicited a sigh of pleasure from the blue alicorn and a slight flutter of his wings.
This was shortly replaced by moans of mixed pain and pleasure as the white alicorn began to penetrate his subordinate. Sol was anything but gentle as he rammed Eclipses ass, bottoming out in no more than three thrusts, but the teacher certainly didn’t complain. He simply held tightly to the desk as his partner began to thrust more quickly.
The principal’s movements quickly fell into a steady rhythm, and Eclipse began to turn his attention from the stallionhood in his rear to his own throbbing shaft. The black length began to glow with a blue light as he massaged it and released another pleasured moan.
Sol responded by casting his own spell on his partner. The entirety of the blue alicorn began to glow with a white light as the principal removed his shaft from him. Confused, Eclipse watched as Sol bent over in front of him and raised his ass into the air. “You know you’re not allowed to cum anywhere, but here,” the white alicorn shot his partner a coy grin as he spoke and levitated him to the proper position on top.
Eclipse smiled and cancelled his brother’s spell, landing roughly atop the white stallion and giving him a nice surprise as he roughly forced his way inside of him. Sol gasped as he was rammed by his subordinate and came powerfully mere moments after the initial penetration. Eclipse, however was just getting started.
With each strong thrust from his partner another string of semen shot from Sol’s shaft. Eclipse himself didn’t finish until the white alicorn was well finished with his own orgasm. The principal let out a contented sigh as the blue stallion finished with one deep thrust and released his seed as deep into his partner a he could manage.
Sol refused to let his partner go until he was well filled. Finally content as Eclipse’s fluids began to leak from his rear, he let the teacher slide out and collapsed, content, on top of his own bodily fluids. The blue alicorn merely stared on in wonder for a few seconds before the screen once more faded to black.
*****
Luna came to a few minutes later, and found herself back on the couch in front of the TV. The screen had gone blank in the meantime, with only the words GAME OVER and HIGH SCORE on display.
Rainbow BlitzxApplejack(Rule63)
Applejack slammed his head into a nearby water-barrel. Practice had been rough today. Rainbow Blitz knew, because he had been watching from a nearby cloud since his friend had started.
The cowpony had been working all day practicing for an upcoming rodeo competition. Of course that didn’t particularly matter to Blitz. What did matter was that his coltfriend had spent the entirety of the last two hours working out.
“Y’all can come on down now,” Applejack said after removing his head from the barrel.
“How’d you know I was here?” Blitz questioned as he flew down.
“Ah’ didn’t,” Applejack responded while he shook his hat dry, sprinkling the pegasus with water, “Ah’ just like to double check.” The stallion shot his friend a grin and planted the hat back on his head. “Care to explain why you were spyin’ on me?”
Blitz shrugged. “Who said I was spying. I was just taking a nap.”
“In a cloud that just happened to be floating over where I practice?”
“Well when you put it that way I guess it does sound a little suspicious. “ Blitz sarcastically rolled his eyes before shooting his friend a sly smile. “But really what reason would I have for watching you work out anyway.”
Applejack shook his head and sighed. “Doesn’t matter I suppose,” he said before walking towards the fence and grabbing a nearby lasso, “So long as you’re here I could use your help.”
“Really? What you need someone to show you how it’s done.” The pegasus laughed and flexed an arm. “Well I suppose I could spare of few minutes.”
The cowpony just rolled his eyes in response and tossed the lasso onto his back. “Actually ah’ need you to help me practice an event.”
“What is it ‘Wrangle the Pegasus?’”
“Eeyup.”
Blitz paused for a moment. “You’re kidding right?”
Applejack shrugged. “Well sorta. It’s actually just ‘Rope the Pony.’ Dummies are good for practicin’ aim and all, but ah’ really need ta practice on a movin’ target.” Applejack turned back to his coltfriend and shot him a smile before he moved the rope into his mouth. “Oh and stay in the fence.”
Blitz chuckled nervously. “Give me a second to get ready Jack.” Applejack had already begun spinning his lasso, and clearly wasn’t giving his friend time to think of a strategy. Before the pegasus could even get into a good run he found his hind leg lassoed and he was being dragged across the ground towards his orange friend.
“Guess that’s that right Jack?” Blitz asked. Applejacks response was to hastily hog-tie the rainbow-maned pegasus before he could get out another word.
After one last tug to make sure the ropes were tight, Applejack spat out the rope. “Well ya’ didn’t put up much of a fight, but it was still good practice ah’ guess.”
“Was tying me so tight really necessary,” Blitz complained as he struggles against the binds.
“Well it is part of the event,” Applejack said jokingly as he laid down next to the pegasus, “’Sides, I gotta admit you don’t look bad tied up.”
“Why am I not surprised that you like playing with ropes,” Blitz sighed. “I’d give it a go, but my hooves are kind of tied at the moment. Maybe if you loosened me up a bit.”
“Ah’ don’t know.” Applejack gave his friend a kiss and rolled to a stand. “Might be nice to be on top for once.”
Blitz smiled to himself as his partner moved over him. Applejack’s sack rested playfully on his forehead as he moved his shaft into range. Blitz had to admit that it looked a lot bigger from this view. “I’m not going to get out of this easily am I?”
“Prob’ly not,” his coltfriend said seductively. After that Applejack didn’t speak. His tongue was busy with caressing the hollow beneath Blitz’s tail. The pegasus cringed slightly as he felt the appendage inch its way inside of him. It certainly felt odd but not entirely unpleasant, and Applejack clearly knew what he was doing.
In fact Blitz quickly lost himself to arousal as he squirmed in pleasure beneath the orange colt. He was only brought back to reality by a playful smack to his face by Applejack’s shaft. Were he not bound, the pegasus probably would have responded a touch more aggressively and if Applejack’s mouth wasn’t preoccupied he probably would’ve said something sarcastic. As it was, however, his only response was to start licking the member above him.
Applejack did most of the work as Blitz himself still couldn’t move much. However, while Applejack’s slow thrusts allowed his partner to access the earth-pony’s shaft; it was Blitz’s skilled tongue that provided the pleasure. The pegasus moved smoothly and quickly across the length of his partner’s shaft, but made sure to linger as long as he could on both the stallion’s tip and balls when they came into reach. Applejack lingered as well in order to make this possible of course.
After the third pass or so, Applejack decided to change things up a bit. To start, he began to move slowly downward with his tongue. Simultaneously he loosened the ropes around his partners legs; giving him much easier access to the pegasus’s shaft. He noticeably slowed as he moved along Blitz’s member; taking care to really coat it as he moved along. However, he simply slid off as soon as he’d reached its end and moved briefly away from his prone lover.
“Is that it,” Blitz said with a smirk as he moved the ropes away and stood beside his partner.
“’Course not,” the orange stallion replied while returning Blitz’s smirk,” Ah’ just figured we could practice somethin’ else next.” The cowpony made sure to make a show of turning around as he walked away from the pegasus. As far as blitz could tell, he was headed for another rope. “Ah’ still need to practice ‘bucking’ you know.”
Blitz nodded and climbed on top of his partner just in time for Applejack to toss a rope to him. “Ya’ m’ght w’nt ta h’ld ‘n,” the stallion below Blitz spoke through a bit in his mouth. The pegasus happily grabbed the rope and jerked back on it as he slid into Applejack, and the orange stallion reared back dramatically in response.
Blitz would have laughed upon landing, but Applejack didn’t give him time. Less than a second after landing, the cowpony proved he wasn’t kidding about bucking as he reared his hind legs upward and forced the pegasus to slam into him. The pegasus managed to fling his forelegs around the cowpony before they landed, but he couldn’t help but think that he was only still on because AJ wanted him to be.
Applejack didn’t allow him any time to breathe either, and followed the landing up with a series of relatively weaker bucks, causing the pegasus to slide in and out of him at his discretion. Blitz once again found that he didn’t have to do much work. All his energy was focused on holding on to Applejack and desperately trying not to cum too soon.
Applejack’s lifts grew steadily more intense as time went on, and Blitz found he was having trouble holding onto the reigns as his lover jerked his head sporadically in pleasure. This continued for some before the cowpony finally paused.
The pause didn’t last long, but it lasted long enough for Blitz to let his guard down. As his partner kneeled he momentarily let go of the reigns in order to see if Applejack had managed to finish. What followed was the cowpony’s most powerful lift yet. The pegasus probably would’ve been flung off had he not wrapped his forelegs around his partners neck, but it was clear that Applejack didn’t care much about that at this point.
In spite of the bit still clenched between his teeth, Blitz could clearly hear Applejack’s usual moan. That made it clear enough that the stallion had finished. That’s why the pegasus was surprised when his partner continued bucking.
In fact, rather than slow down, the cowpony followed up with another buck of only slightly less strength than his last. Blitz didn’t last much longer before bursting, but that still wasn’t enough to stop Applejack who followed with a good two or three more bucks even after his partner had let loose inside of him.
The bucking finally ended when Blitz decided to let go. The final lift didn’t throw him far, but he still landed on his back with an audible thud. The pony in front of him fell to the ground himself before spitting out the bit. “Guess ah’ need more practice,” Applejack said jokingly through his panting.
Blitz responded by climbing back on top of the orange stallion and stealing his hat. “Well you were up against the best athlete in Ponyvile,” he said before giving his lover a peck on the nose and collapsing, exhausted, on top of him.
