Chapter 1: The Final Chapter
Braeburn had finally had enough. His apple orchard in Appleoosa had recently produced little to no produce again due to another vampire fruit bat attack. The sight of his farm, or what was left of it, brought him to tears. This wasn't the first time something of the sort has happened. Last season, it was the sudden appearance of Tirek and before that, it was Discord's "harmless" prank of changing the rain clouds with cotton candy, Discord found out quickly that plants can't live on chocolate milk. Again and again, such incidents would happen. Droughts, bandits, tornadoes, he couldn't take it anymore. He was once again reminded that he was living in the worst part of Equestria....in the worst city...running the worst farm ever. He had become a disgrace to the Apple name. It was settled; Braeburn had to flee.
Before anything could simply get worse. Before bandits could raid his house and the banks laugh at him for having no insurance, (which is a form of gambling you know,) Braeburn thought hard about where to go. He didn't really have many choices, as he never learned a second language. In all his years, he never picked up enough Oromo to go to his beloved Zebrica, so it had to be a place that spoke decent Equestrian. He didn't wanted to go to the Griffon Kingdom as it was too close to the northern mountains. Cold weather and Braebrun did NOT mix. Maybe he could go somewhere in Equestia itself. Not Manehatten, since it was full of shitty people who he couldn't stand. He had a hard time thinking of other cities or towns that spoke Equestrian. brae contemplated Ponyville, but his thoughts were stopped by a sharp pain as he remembered all the stuff his cousin told him about the Everfree Forest. For a few seconds he thought about joining the military, though what he heard about basic training from the local sheriff was even worse, he knew he couldn't survive it. There had to be a place, yes he suddenly remembered, Canterlot, the very heart of Equestria itself. He now knew where to go.
As Brae left the train, he was immediately greeted by the merciless sun. His departure out of AAAAAAA-pple-LOO-sa... was so hurried and not as well planned as he first thought. To his horror, Canterlot was currently going through a massive heat wave, it didn't help that the harshness of the sun was being reflected off every ivory tower he gazed at. The people were so rude, nothing like the brochure he was given on the train. Braeburn suddenly had doubts about this new place he had traveled to, no longer did he know if this was the right place for him. For now, he only knew that he wanted to evaporate this place off the face of this earth. He soon realized he didn't know what to do next. He had sold most of his stuff to afford the ticket to Canterlot and all he took with him was his hat, vest and a hoof full of bits. A sharp pain rang out in his head, he had fucked up greatly this time. Braeburn went to the nearest place that had shelter from this dreaded heat. a feather and inkwell.. Upon explaining his actions to his family and friends across Equestia, he was met with laughter and disappointment. Though one pony had good news for him. It was Soarin, an old friend from his young colt days in Appleloosa. Apparently, after being kicked out of the town for his "lifestyle choices", he made tracks for Canterlot to live his dream of becoming a Wonderbolt. Braeburn was never bothered with Soarin's "lifestyle choices", after all, why should a pony care what a another pony does in his or her own time. Braeburn was fortunate that he was not far from Soarin's place and he was willing to let Braeburn stay there and would come to pick him up as well. Two hours later, a white pegasus with a dark blue mane stopped before the place Braeburn was hiding from the world in. He recognised Braeburn quickly,
"You need a ride, Brae?" asked Soarin.
"You don't look as gay as I remembered." Braeburn responded with a smile.
"Sorry, I forgot my pink coat with fur." Soarin said ironically with a chuckle. The broken tension made Braeburn feel at ease. It was still the same Soarin from childhood. The one that cold take a joke and fire one back just as fast with a smile. "Let's go before it get's dark and the Wareponies of Canterlot come out."
"Wareponies?" Braeburn asked slightly scared.
"Just a joke, Brae." Soarin replied, "Although there are bloodsucking nobles and we don't want to be out here when it's dark."
The Canterlot way of staying cool in this heat was either having a fan on hoof to use on ones self, or letting someone else use it for you. With so many waterfalls and rivers running through Canterlot, he couldn't understand how the locals didn't have the strength to just not throw themselves into the water to stay cool. Braeburn also learned that "close" is very relative in Canterlot since the city is so big and compact. They arrived after 90 minutes at Soarin's place -- an apartment in a downtown part of the city. It wasn't a big apartment, just 2 rooms, a kitchen and a bath, but it was a step up from Braeburn's old house nonetheless. Braebrun would be sleeping on the couch, Soarin didn't mind sharing his bed with another guy, but it would have been inappropriate in this situation. They soon went to sleep as it had been a long day for them both. The next few days passed mostly uneventfully, it took Braeburn a while to get used to this new place and he soon learned why Soarin told him not to engage any locals no matter how kind they appeared. As time passed, life went even better with Soarin, and they soon realised they had quite a few things in common, often playing video games together , although Soarin was usually much better. He first thought Soarin's preference for stallions over mares could result in problems, but Soarin wasn't much different from any straight guy, although better at cooking and probably sucking dick.
Soarin went to work during the day, he told Braeburn he would be training for the day for the upcoming tour, but Brae never saw any proof of that. In the meantime, Braeburn ran out with the remaining money he had from his move. Every Friday Soarin would come home late, which Braeburn thought was likely because he was working as a male escort or got himself a version of what was for Braeburn his weekly fap to cute rape foalcon. Braeburn used the time he had to explore the city and nightlife, here he could drink and, at times, drink too much. Most importantly, Braeburn had time to explore Soarin's stuff in the apartment.
Here, Braeburn found Soarin really did have a pink gay coat as well as some other quite nasty stuff. A dildo, a few vibrators, lube, hoofcuffs, some things so strange he could hardly imagine uses for. Most importantly, as well as to Braeburn's surprise and jealousy, Soarin owned a twin-tail foal onahole. Braeburn found himself fantasizing about those toys and blushed hard, though he lacked the courage to try any of them. This would have likely stayed that way if he hadn't been confined to the house for a few days some day, when the dragons started migrating and travel was for non-pegasus only able via wagon.
Being inside all the time was hard for Braeburn, the difference in time zones meant he was awake during dead hours for most of his online friends and there wasn't much to do in Soarin 's apartment. Braeburn could hold out for first two days, but grew more desperate with time, allowing him to explore deeper, darker, and lewder things. On the 4th day, Braeburn couldn't take it anymore, he constantly Braeburn about Soarin 's lewd toys and what he could do to them. He found some women's clothing that fit and put them on. The "panties" felt strange but good and Braeburn found himself posing in front of the mirror.
"Ara, ara. Oh my, who is that cute looking mare?" Braeburn said and immediately blushed, he really started to think he was a bit cute in those clothes. Something responded in his panties and he felt his penis rub against the fabric as his member grew bigger. Looking at his dick growing in the woman panties made him horny and he soon began stroking his now rock hard cock.
As he proceeded, his panting grew stronger and stronger until he finally climaxed. His orgasm was stronger than any he’d ever had before. It made his brain numb and made him weak on his feet. From this moment on, Braeburn was hooked on this sensation and he would do it whenever Soarin was gone. He became more perverted each time and was barely able to stop in time before Soarin came home. On those days Sorin was away at work longer, he especially couldn't contain his lust. On one such day, Braeburn was masturbating furiously. He wore black panties, black stockings and a black baby doll he had secretly bought. He only put on some lipstick, as he wasn't able to apply any other make up without gouging out his eyes. He also had small vibrators taped to his hard nipples.
He was lying on the floor, vibrator-strapped nipples with lips made plump by makeup, on his back with his head tilted to the side so he could suck off one of Braeburn's dildos. He had rigged it so that he could suck the dildo without using his hoofs, so he had those free to stroke his cock, while at the same time applying a vibrator to the entrance of his virgin asshole. He didn't have the courage to penetrate it – not just yet. He rubbed his dick while fantasising about being a girl, sucking huge stinking cock and getting fucked silly in all holes by big men. He was nearing an intense orgasm when he heard a familiar voice.
"Oh my, what do we have here?" It was Soarin, he was done with his job much earlier and arrived to see Braeburn in such a shameful position.
Braeburn looked shocked at Soarin, still with the dildo in his mouth, he was much too into it and hadn't noticed when Soarin came home. It was too late however, his orgasm was already coming. Braeburn buckled up in ecstasy and his dick began spraying cum all over his body and face. This was his strongest orgasm ever, the shame of being seen just fueled his cumming even more. Braeburn could see Braeburn's lewd face as he came. After his orgasm was done, Braeburn body went limp as his penis spew final waves of semen. When his conscious came back, it came back with embarrassment. Soarin was close to his face, which was bright red, except for the parts covered in his cum.
"Well, you made quite a mess. It seems like I need to punish this horny slut." Soarin said with a grin, it was now that Braeburn noticed he had been moved to Soarin's bed and was cuffed to it, with his feet bound by ropes to the side of his head.
His ass was lifted slightly upwards and his panties had been removed, same for the babydoll and nipple vibrators.
"But before I give this slut what she wants..." Soarin mumbled as he came closer to Braeburn's face and finally kissed him on the mouth.
Braeburn could feel the warmth of Soarin's lips and Soarin's tongue coiling around his own. This was his first french kiss and he could have never imagined it to feel this good. When Soarin let go, Braeburn's face was distorted with pleasure. Soarin then proceeded to lick the cum off Braeburn's face, he made a pleased look and stated
"This is quite tasty, it would be such a waste to not drink it. But how about you have some of my own milk." while whipping out his dick. It was still slightly flaccid but at least 7 inches long and had a big vein on the side. In his dazed state Braeburn's thought that this must be the most magnificent penis in all the world. Soarin began rubbing his pre-cum dripping member against Braeburn's cheek, filling his nose with its strong and musky smell, creating a bestial urge to lick it.
Braeburn opened his mouth and tried to reach Soarin's dick with his tongue, who in response drew his prick out of Braeburn's reach. Braeburn fought desperately against the hoofcuffs holding him back but couldn't get to what he now wanted the most. His eyes were entranced by this mighty meat stick before him.
“Looks like you really want this.” Soarin said happily ”Look, I did sweat a lot today and it has lots of delicious cheese on it.” Soarin pulled back his foreskin to reveal quite a bit of buildup smegma around his glands.
The now revealed stench went to Braeburn's brain and made his mind go numb, so that he at first didn't noticed the cock touching his tongue. As soon as he did, his tongue worked on instinct running up and down the tip, savoring the incredible taste. Soarin brought his cock closer, so that Braeburn could eat the build up smegma. It was the best cheese he ever had.
After the tip had been licked and sucked clean, Soarin thought it was time to up the pace and fuck Braeburn's throat. He started pushing his dick further and further into Braeburn's mouth. Braeburn automatically started moving his head and sucking on the delicious treat just like he had on Soarin's dildo. The dildo, however, paled in comparison to this warm and twitching sausage. Soarin started moving his hips in rhythm, as his cock reached deeper and deeper he started making pleasured moans. Braeburn could feel the cock swelling in his mouth and he would have feared his jaw dislocating if his mind wasn't taken over by lust. Soarin grabbed Braeburn's head and started moving his hips more violently, as his groans became louder. His cock now reached the back of Braeburn's throat with each thrust, causing Braeburn to choke a bit each time and his eyes to roll back. Braeburn felt like his mind was fucked directly, and the pain from being treated like an onahole became pleasure. Soarin felt his climax slowly approaching, the concept of Braeburn choking only enhanced the pleasure.
“Oh yes, so good. I'm almost there. Drink all my perverted milk.” moaned Soarin, while he humped Braeburn's face like a beast. When his orgasm came, he pushed his cock balls-deep in with a final thrust and yelled
“Ahhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming. Braeburn please, BREABURN PLEASE.” as his balls shriveled up and pumped load after load deep into Braeburn's throat.
Braeburn reacted instinctively and tried to swallow the mass of sticky white fluid that threatened to drown him, but gagged heavily instead. When removing his dick, a stream of semen spew out of Braeburn's mouth and nose. Braeburn tried his hardest to breath and after some coughing and swallowing he was finally able to breath again. He was exhausted and only faintly conscious. His mouth was filled with the bitter taste of cum.
It took Braeburn awhile to be fully conscious again. He heard Soarin's voice behind him,
“That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had, sweetie.”. Braeburn had now fully recalled the act and turned his head to face away from Soarin. It was hard to not think about it with jizz everywhere around and on his face. “You’re very cute, especially when giving head.” Soarin said with a laugh. Braeburn replied harshly
“I-i'm not c-cute. There is nothing cute about this grotesque stallion body.” Soarin sat down at Braeburn rear, leaned over and started licking Braeburn's nipples. Braeburn's body shuddered, his nipples were still sensitive from the ordeal he put them through earlier.
“Well, I'm not sure, but such cute sensitive nipples can't belong to an ugly stallion.” Soarin said, while he was slowly licking his way down, licking around the dick and reaching the butt. “And there is also this lovely pussy here.” he proclaimed, as he licked the entrance.
“No, that's not a pussy. You can't, that place is dirty.” Braeburn responded, while flinching from the stimulation. Soarin licked Braeburn's butthole intensively before responding
“There is no place on you that is dirty. It's a cute, little stallion pussy, just waiting to be eaten.” Soarin then proceeded to lick and kiss Braeburn's asshole, which relaxed more and more with every gentle stroke of Soarin's tongue.
Soon, Soarin was able to penetrate it a little with his tongue, caressing it from the inside. He did so slowly and thoroughly, causing Braeburn to moan out. This sensation was new to him, and he regretted not going further with his asshole sooner. The room was filled with the sound of shlurping and soft moaning. Soarin didn't expected that Braeburn could make such feminine sounds but was pleased with it. As Braeburn's love hole loosened up more, Soarin was able to take a deep sniff of the smell it was releasing.
“Ahhh, what a nice smell.” he commented, making Braeburn respond embarrassedly,
“No, don't sniff my asshole.” Soarin didn't comply and put his nose point blank to Braeburn's anus, the smell was strong with a faint smell. He then licked his hoof and after making it slippery enough, slowly pushed it inside Braeburn.
The muscles in Braeburn's anus started squeezing against Soarin's hoof, who gently began to rub the inside walls. After a while, Braeburn's muscles relaxed as his moaning intensified. Soarin reacted by pushing in a second hoof making Braeburn's butt squeeze even harder. Whenever Braeburn's muscles relaxed, Soarin would press his asshole harder, making him more and more accustomed to it. Patiently, Soarin worked Braeburn's asshole until it was loose and dripping with juices. He had been pressing it for at least half an hour, but for Braeburn it had felt like much longer. Braeburn could hardly take it anymore, he needed something big in his ass and fast.
“Ahhh, I can't take it anymore. Soarin please...” plead Braeburn, but he was interrupted by Soarin
“Call me Soar.”...
“S-soar, I need it. Please put it in.” begged Braeburn, his whole body shuddered under the enormous pleasure, but couldn't reach climax.
“Sorry, unless you tell me exactly what you want, I can't do it.” said Soarin calmly, he knew he had the dominant position and wanted to take every advantage of it.
Braeburn hesitated at first, embarrassed and a bit scared, though his lust for Soarin’s cock was much stronger.
“Please, take y-your big cock and r-ram it into my naughty stalian pussy. Fuck me, fuck me hard,” Braeburn said, yelling the last part.
Soarin smiled, he removed the hoof from Braeburn's ass, his asshole was gaping open and ready. He grabbed his dick and pointed it towards the lewd hole in front of him. He slowly pressed his tip against the entrance, both his dick and Braeburn's ass were well lubricated, allowing his dick to penetrate easily. Braeburn moaned heavily as Soarin's cock reached deep inside him, the small waves of pain were easily washed away by the pleasure he felt. The deeper Soarin got, the more he could feel Braeburn's sphincter tightening. Once he could push in no further, he rested a bit, then began with slow hip movements back and forth.
With each stroke he was able to reach deeper inside, as Braeburn became accustomed to the sensation of having his ass penetrated. Hard moans filled the room as Soarin moved faster. Braeburn's penis stood rockhard and twitched every time Soarin was thrusting in.
“Oh, Braeburn your pussy is so good and tight.” moaned Soarin.
“S-Soar....you are t-too big, you are gonna break me. My p-pussy is gonna break.” Braeburn was yelling, though there was no dissatisfaction in his voice.
Soarin was now able to push his dick in up to the hilt, slamming his hips against Braeburn's ass with each thrust. Braeburn's moans and yells became further slurred and quickly devolved into incoherent sentences, all of them begging Soarin to fuck him harder. Soarin was now on fire, banging Braeburn's ass as fast and hard as he could. The slamming of hip against ass was almost as loud as the groaning and moaning. Soarin could feel his orgasm coming as he watched Braeburn's face mesmerized in pleasure, he did his hardest to increase his pace. When his dick finally came, Soarin rammed his prick in as deep and hard as he could, while his hot cum exploded deep inside Braeburn's rectum. At the same time Braeburn reached his orgasm, spewing cum around like a fountain, showering once again his face in the white, sticky substance. Soarin's body stretched to the extreme as his last waves of cum shot out. After he was done, his body went numb as he fell on top of the cum covered body of Braeburn , who spew final cum waves against Soarin's chest.
Both of them were very exhausted, it took Soarin a while before he felt like moving again. He started by kissing Braeburn , who was still dazed from the sex. The amount of cum on Braeburn's face easily turned into delicious cum kissing.
“Ohhh, Sweetie, that was soooo good.“ Soarin said and gave Braeburn a final peck on the lips.
He removed the ropes and cuffs that had held Braeburn in the awkward position he had been in. Though now free, Braeburn still lacked the energy to move. Soarin stood up and removed his now flaccid cock from Braeburn's ass. As he did, cum came flowing out of Braeburn's now gaping open asshole. Soarin thought it would be a waste to let all that good cum leak out, he quickly went to his pile of sextoys and grabbed a big buttplug. It was a bit big for Braeburn , but Soarin made it fit quite nicely. Braeburn reacted to it, but didn't try to put up some resistance.
“Now that that is done, how about round 2, sweetie?“ Soarin asked happily.
“Round 2?“ Braeburn could hardly believe what he was hearing, round one left him feeling so tired that he could sleep for a year.
Soarin could read Braeburn's reaction, but his switch had been flipped, he couldn't stop now. He will be showing him why they call him “Clipper“. Soarin fixated his eyes on Braeburn limp dick. He licked his lips and went down on Braeburn before Braeburn could realise what was going on. Braeburn's dick was covered in semen, giving it the taste Soarin liked the most. He sucked hard on it right from the beginning, making Braeburn moan as he felt his dick becoming big again. This was Braeburn first blowjob and he couldn't have imagined it feeling this good. Soarin used all his expertise and practice he had from giving head dozens of times before to make Braeburn feel as good as possible.
It wasn’t long before Braeburn was hard once again. Soarin was using his hoof's to massage Braeburn's balls and went deep-throat easily without any sign of choking. Soarin could feel Braeburn's balls hardening, a sign he was about to cum, Braeburn's hard moans gave him another indication. Soarin reacted quickly and gripped the base of Braeburn's dick hard, denying him the pleasure of cumming.
Braeburn gave off a dissatisfied sound as Soarin prevented him from cumming. Soarin only let go of his cock when Braeburn's orgasm had subsided.
“Not so fast, sweetheart, you can't cum just yet. If you want to cum at all, that is....” Soarin said as he went on all fours, pointed his ass towards Braeburn and spread his cheeks “...do it in here.”
Seeing Soarin's spread asshole and the chance of fucking it gave Braeburn enough energy to get up in a second. He grabbed Soarin’s hips and rammed his dick inside in one stroke. The feeling made Braeburn cum a little and nearly his legs would have given out. Soarin gave off pleasured sounds from this sudden development, if there is something Soarin loved then it was a good ol’ fucking of his ass. It took Braeburn some time before he could move his hips without being in danger of cumming, he wanted to show Soarin that he could make him cum too.
Braeburn slowly started moving his hips, fucking Soarin from behind as he pushed his dick against Soarin's prostate gland, making Soarin give off some pleasured moans. As Braeburn increased speed, his cock felt so good like it was melting. Before he knew it, he was humping Soarin with all his might. Soarin revealed a remote control, upon pushing it, the buttplug inside Braeburn started vibrating. This gave Braeburn an extra push, as if in a trance he stopped thinking and suddenly came hard deep inside Soarin . Heavily panting, Braeburn's mind slowly came back, looking at Soarin and that the bed sheets under him weren't sprayed with cum, he realised he had failed to pleasure him. He pulled out his penis, it already went flaccid, there was no way he could do another round. Soarin noticed this, he knew it was Braeburn's first time, probably his first time with anyone, he was just happy to have stolen all his virginities.
Soarin wanted to turn around and console Braeburn when he suddenly felt something very big enter his ass. It took him by surprise, it was much bigger than Braeburn's penis. He tried turning his head wondering if Braeburn had used one of his big dragon dildos. When he looked back, he only could see Braeburn grinning, one of his hoof going to where his ass was - he realized fast what it was Braeburn had used. Braeburn felt a little ingenious, if his dick wasn't good enough, his hoof would do the trick. He pushed his hoof in even further and at the same time started stroking Soarin's dick, this proved fairly effective. When he started moving his hoof in and out of Soarin's asshole, Soarin started moaning heavily, this was some heavy stimulation, even for him. Braeburn then started to lick Soarin's balls, further increasing the pleasure.
In a swift movement, Braeburn threw Soarin on his back, Soarin could now see clearly what Braeburn was doing. With his mouth on Soarin's balls, he could feel the orgasm coming. Braeburn increased the pumping on dick and ass. As soon as Soarin came, Braeburn let go of Soarin's dick and put it deep inside his mouth. Soarin's cock was still covered in Braeburn's analfluids, but Braeburn didn't care, he just wanted to drink all of Soarin's cum. Soarin's ass clenched hard on Braeburn's leg as he was cumming. This time, Soarin's load was manageable and Braeburn had no problem drinking it all. Soarin was panting heavily, it wasn't an everyday occurrence that he gets fisted, more like a monthly special.
They continued with their sexual ordeals for the rest of the night and in the early morning hours, they were lying besides each other with gaping wide filled to the brim assholes and various body fluids everywhere. No one could muster up an erection at this point and they just hugged and kissed each other. Braeburn came to this faraway country to flee his own, but what he found here was love.
The rest of the weekend was filled with more sex, as Soarin was showing all of gay sex facettes. Braeburn learned the use of everyone of Soarin's tools first hoof and got a good introduction into bondage. During the next week, Soarin learned that it was hard to balance his work, sex and sleep.
He would often leave Braeburn bound up with dildos attached or gave him an enema and then had sex with him the whole night. Soon though, he realised that wasn't enough for Braeburn who endlessly craved cock. So, he decided to combine his work and sexlife. Due to his work at the wonderbolts, he had contacts to some film makers, and it was easy for him to change to a gay porn actor . Braeburn showed some amazing talent for taking dick and while Soarin's one was his favorite, he hadn't problems with others, especially when it was two in his ass at the same time.
This was around the same time that Braeburn learned of his love for crossdressing, at first he was very embarrassed but realised that the Canterlotians were too busy being happy for not being killed by something from the nature, that they didn't care.
Then one day, Braeburn read about something very interesting in the morning work paper, but he needed much more money to afford it. So he focused even more on his porn career, one of his projects, some eastern Equestrian cosplay porn, became a huge success. He didn't tell Soarin what his plan was, it was supposed to be a surprise.
When he had the money, he took the potion on a weekend Soarin was away visiting family. His new body was one he always wanted, the one of a beautiful foal. Flat chest, smooth white skin and a puffy unused vulva. He laid naked on the couch waiting for Soarin to come home.
When Soarin came, he was shocked that a naked little marewas in his apartment.
“Who are you? What are you doing in my home? Did Braeburn kidnap you?” Soarin asked, he feared that Braeburn had a sudden backlash to his pedo ways.
“No, it's me, Braeburn . I took a foalfication operation. It's the body I always wanted.” Braeburn said happily. This completely shocked Soarin who turned around and faced Braeburn.
“B-but, I like Stalians.... STALIANS!, Braeburn . I love dicks. I'm sorry.”
Soarin left the apartment. Braeburn could feel his tears coming, he wanted to cry out for Soarin but couldn't. He fucked up once again, “Braeburn please” was echoing in his head once more. He packed his stuff and left the apartment, knowing he could no longer stay there anymore. He had lost it all; his lover and his place to be. He was alone in Canterlot, unsure of what to do and, worse, he was still helplessly addicted to cock.
Author's Note
This is my first piece of absolute horrible trash work I have ever published in any sort or form. Sadly, all I had was shameless gay smut on the brain, and it's probably the best work I've ever written.
I Hope you enjoyed this wild steamroller ride, I sure as hell didn't.
Now go read something better.
:D
