The air was brisk, the wind was firm, and the sun was high in the sky. A soft clopping sound was heard on the dirt path, a singular pony. Clip-clop. clip-clop. clip-clop. clip-clop. Along the road was a large, sea blue stallion. He was muscular, and taller than most ponies (excluding alicorns). His body was sleep and fit, and his mane was a little long, just to go with his size. His tail brushed the ground, the tip of the white/blue two-tone getting flecked with dirt as he walked. he hummed a oft tune to himself, his toned flanks softly swaying along to the beat. He was on his way home from work, his saddlebags containing his empty lunch container and his monthly paycheck.
It'd been weeks since Solace had last seen one of his best friends, Braeburn. He was trotting back from work, his large, muscular body speckled with dirt and saturated with sweat. He was to make a quick stop home before heading off to the bank to deposit his paycheck. He was supposed to pay back Braeburn today, a small sum of money he'd borrowed to help him after he'd been robbed. Recently his home had been broken into and a lot of his things stolen, broken or vandalized. Solace had to pay his bills one way or another so he had turned to one of his best friends: Braeburn. He was gifted a few hundred bits and a 'good luck!' from the auburn stallion. Solace was ever so grateful, but also hated being in dept of ponies. He felt guilty while he was, and always tried to settle things before anypony got angry.
This month was finally the month he made enough bits to have enough to pay for bills, pay for groceries for the next while, and manage to pay Brae back. His plan was to head home, have a quick shower, head to the bank and then go straight to Brae's. As he walked, he slowly pulled out an apple danish from his lunchbag. The Apple family were good friends of Solace and heard of the break-in and had baked him a few big plates of apple-based pastries and lunch goods for him to eat while he was getting back on his hooves. Somehow anything they managed to cook for him with apples was always the best of whatever the food item was that he'd ever had. He would never look at apple pie the same after that. Mmmhh... apple pie....
As he reached the second mile of walking home from work he reached his neighborhood and trotted down the road towards his house. He passed by his neighbors, most of which he didn't know. Being an introvert sucked sometimes, especially when it came to social interaction. He trotted up to his home, bringing out his key and unlocking the door.
He opened the door to his sanctuary and smiled, the familiarity of home putting a smile on his lips. He shed his work uniform and stepped into the shower, taking a brisk rinse to get himself relatively clean. Little did he know, the shower was little needed for what the day would ensue just yet. He stepped out and grabbed a towel, drying his sea blue fur and mane, combing his mane and stepping out and to his kitchen. Out of the kitchen and into the porch, and then back to the streets of Appaloosa. He made his way toward the bank, glancing around at the signs on buildings and other ponies moving around. he passed a a restaurant with a couple snuggling in a booth, a barbers shop where a mare was having her mane died, and a gym where a stallion was pushing himself up and down with his wings. Despite all the ponies everywhere, the bank wasn't too busy and he managed to get to see the receptionist fairly quickly.
"Hello sir!" a small mare at the desk smiled at him.
"I'd like to make a deposit, miss bits," he replied, bringing out the cheque.
"Sure thing. Account number?"
He gave her the details and she added the balance to his account, and then he withdrawed the amount he owed Braeburn.
"Here you go sir! That's three-hundred -fifty bits!" the mare's voice said cheerfully.
"Thank you very much," a dark blue stallion replied, turning and trotting away from the teal mare at the bank counter. The pegasus carried his bag of bits in his teeth, the golden coins jingling around as he walked down the road. His hooves clopped along and his cobalt/white striped mane rustled in the wind. A short walk later, and he was standing at the door of Braeburn's house. A brisk knock on the door, and hoofsteps were heard within his small abode. The pegasus tossed the bag so the drawstring caught on one of his feathers so that he could talk.
The door swing open. "Solace!" Braeburn's country tone sounded, and the golden stallion stood in the doorway. "What's the occasion?" His auburn mane was whisked around by the wind as he was (surprisingly) not wearing his cowpony hat.
"I um.. I came to visit for a moment or two... a-and to pay back for that money I borrowed," Solace said, stepping in around Brae.
"Alrighty then, why don't you stay for a while?" he asked, closing the door behind him and smirked. "Maybe we can negotiate payment?"
"Negotiate payment?" the sapphire pegasus asked, sitting down in the familiar kitchen. "What do you mean? I brought your three-fifty bits."
"Well," he sauntered in, his trademark cowpony hat sitting on the kitchen table. "I thought maybe you could compensate rather than pay me back," he smiled, patting his head. "That is, if you're up for it?"
"U-up for what..." Solace replied.
"Maybe somethin' that should be kept a secret?" his western drawl turned into almost a purr.
"Braeburn what are you..." he stammered, slowly backing off towards the wall.
The golden stallion's lips moved forward and he kissed Solace's cheek. "I was wondering if you'd help me out a bit. I got rutted a couple weeks ago and I've been pent-up and sore ever since. You can keep your bits as long as you give me a little lick and use that nice muzzle of your's," he cooed, his forehoof brushing Solace's chest scruff.
"I-if... If that's what you want me t-to do..." he took a deep breath. "I-I... I can..." he replied sheepishly.
"Good, because I've been awaiting this for a long while~" Braeburn cooed. He walked across and out of the room, his tail swaying along with his flanks as he made his way to the living room.
Solace stood up slowly and slowly followed, his heart rate speeding up a little as his nervousness did too. As he entered, Brae had already sat down on his couch. His hindhooves were spread and his dark sheath was in view, his plump jewels and his puckered tail hole just below.
"You know what to do, cutie," Brae chimed, setting his forehooves on his inner thighs to hold his flanks open.
The cobalt stallion nodded and slowly sat down, leaning on one hoof in-front of him, his head leaning foreward. He gave a few nervous licks at Brae's charcoal-colored sheath and nuzzled it with the tip of his muzzle.
As the dark length began to peek out, Brae let out a tiny murr of enjoyment. "Do as you like, Solly."
The stallion below blushed deeply, but his lust was building within him and replacing his nervousness. His tongue ran along the tip of Brae's member, circling it and letting it grow into his muzzle. He only backed when his mouth was full, and he slowly started sliding his head up and down. His tongue ran along the bottom of his member, his saliva sticking to the smooth skin of Brae's stallionhood.
"Ah... Ooh nelly... Solace..." he panted quietly, his chest rising and falling erratically, twitching every time he felt a jolt of pleasure. His tail curled around Solace's neck, and his forehoof pet the back of his head.
Solace could taste a small amount of precum every time he resigned back and licked around his tip, only to slurp it up and return to slogging his shaft deep into his mouth. The blue pony's wing lifted up and began to stroke the half of Brae's member that wouldn't fit in his muzzle. His feathers quickly became sticky with the saliva-precum mixture, and only made the sensation better for brae. He looked up at brae, his expression one of question as if he had asked, "You enjoying this?"
Braeburn looked down and gave a loud moan as solace's tongue graced his tip again, his panting getting harder. He took his hoof and pushed on Solace's chin, pushing him off of his member slowly. "Lower..." her murmured, seeming drunk with pleasure.
The colt glanced down, seeing Brae's lower privates and his own stone-hard member. He knew what Brae meant, and as gently as he could, licked and suckled on one of his plump balls. His tongue ran over the sleek skin and tasted his slight musk of sweat. He treated the other to the same special treatment, before slowly moving down. The blush had disappeared from his cheeks and he looked calm now, the lust in his mind making him confident. His tongue ran slowly down Brae's hind-section, crossing the small bridge of flesh between his balls and his rear. Brae's soft moaning indicated he was in the right spot.
Solace's wing still slowly massaged Brae's member as his tongue ran over his tailhole. His hoof raised to tug at his flank as he rimmed the bright yellow colt, bringing soft murrs and groans of ecstasy from his muzzle. The soft pink muscle prodded at his opening before he slowly pushed it in. He tasted his musky insides, sliding his tongue in and out. He gave the stallion as much pleasure as he could, closing his eyes to focus. His wing could feel Brae's tip flaring, and he pushed further and harder. He sped up his rubbing with his wing, smirking.
"S-Solace! I-I'm- Ahh-!" Brae moaned out loud, gripping the couch.
Solly felt brae's tight behind clenching down on his tongue and his tip pushed out into full flare. The cowpony's thick, sticky, creamy load spurted out over the two, coating Solace and Brae in the warm, milky flood. Solace pulled his tongue out and gave his behind a tiny, finalizing kiss before he looked up at Brae. He was peppered with the thick roped of cum, panting and looked ready to pass out. He started to lick his member again, scooping up the white fluids on his mouth and swallowing them down. Soon it was his balls, then his coat, and up until he was softly suckling on his neck. Solace held Brae, smirking up at him.
The gilded cowpony looked down and knew what he had to do. He wanted to give Solace as much pleasure as he'd had. He slowly leaned down, slipping his tongue across Solace's tip and then softly placing the thick member into his mouth. The skilled stallion closed his eyes and set to work, sliding his head up and down on Solace's pride. His tongue was knowledgeable of stallion's sweet spots, knowing that they were more sensitive near the medial rings and right atop the tip. The room was silent apart from solace's soft panting and the quiet 'slk slk slk' of of Brae's muzzle. His hoof moved to the base of the cobalt pony's member, rubbing the fur just around it, and his other hoof softly rubbing his flank. He accelerated slightly, his tongue stopping it's fancy dancing around Solly's shaft and residing just above his lower teeth. His ears flopped down and Solace's hoof rested on the back of his head, and then slowly started to push him down further. Brae's eyes went wide, but he wasn't too scared. He had practiced for this before. Without Solace's help, he pushed himself down so that his tip curved slightly into his throat far enough that his gag reflex didn't trigger anymore. He kept pushing, Solace's shaft four inches into Brae's neck, and he had almost hilted in his muzzle. The apple pulled himself up a little before pushing back down, sucking on his as if it was a normal blowjob. Having Solace's member deep in his throat restricted breathing slightly, but it was nice knowing he was giving the handsome colt pleasure. From the moans and groans and occasional twitched of Solly, he knew he was doing a good job. Thinking about it, he was surprised that Solace was lasting this long. Normally he would've gone through two stallions at this rate, but nevertheless kept on suckling. He swirled his tongue around Solace's thickness and panted, closing his eyes again. He felt his length start to throb, and the tip edging up a little. Solace couldn't think through the pleasure and wouldn't stop moaning, but Brae knew what was coming. He pushed as far and deep as he could, his lips brushing Solace's sheath and then quickly pulled back, all the way out until only his tip rested in his muzzle. Just as he'd suspected, Solace flared hard and Brae's mouth was flooded with Solly's warm, musky cum. Every pump filled his muzzle again, but Brae was faster at swallowing than Solace was at spurting. After twenty seconds or so, the flow was cut off and Brae lapped up the last few drops.
He slid off completely, panting and looking up at Solace. The stallion's eyes met his and they both slowly leaned in. A passionate kiss was shared between the two, the tastes of both of their cum mixing between their lips and their breathing cut off for a short moment. They slowly parted, looking into eachother's eyes.
Solace didn't care if he was still icky with sticky, smiling at Braeburn. "I think I enjoyed that more than I would've enjoyed having that feeling of owing somebody something gone," he noted. "You taste good. And I'm not sure but... maybe a hind of apples? I can't tell. I'll have to look out for it next time."
"You're already thinkin' of a next time?" Brae chuckled. "I'd be up for that."
"That'd be nice. Maybe we can try different things too. I bet your little butt doesn't just taste good," he joked, laying beside the aurelian stallion.
"You got it buddy. Consider yourself, dept free. And... One of the best damn muzzles I've had," he admitted. It was Braeburn's turn to blush.
'Wow, thanks. I've only ever done it once... I guess I'm just a natural," he suggested.
"nevertheless, you're still cute enough to snuggle," he said and wrapped his forehooves around Solly, pulling him close. The larger blue stallion opened his hooves and let Brae snuggle into them, before resting his wings and hooves around the gilded colt. The two shared their warmth as their silky coats rubbed against each other. Solace's sheath was pressed against Brae's back, and it was all he could do not to get hard again.
"Sleep well buddy," he murmured and nuzzled Brae's forehead. The two stallions layed there for the next few hours, dozing in each others' hooves.
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The Next Day
The sun softly shone through the windows of Braeburns house, and the birds chirped hapily outside. The wind slowly rustled the leaves and Solace could hear the town bustling a mile away through an open window. A small bluebird landed on the windowsil and chirped a happy song before turning around and flying back off to her nest. She dropped a feather on the couch beside Solace, and wasn't seen again.
Solace awoke calmly on the couch, a warm blanket draped over his body. He slowly opened his eyes, rubbing them with his hoof to wiped the sleep away. He lifted his head, looking around. His face had been wiped clean and there was a cinnamon bun on a small table beside the couch with a note under the plate. Solace sat up, the blanket crumpling to the side of him. He moved over and moved the plate off the note, picking it up and reading it.
"Mornin' Solace! Or afternoon, depending on if you're a morning person or not. Anyway, I've headed off to the corral for work. We have to medicate a couple of our cattle and then continue training our new sheepdogs for work. I'll probably be home pretty late, but I left out one of Applejack's cinnamon buns for breakfast at-least. I also wanted to thank you for last night, and hope you have a nice day. Maybe you can drop by tomorrow and we can go a little further? Heh, look at me getting carried away. Have a nice day, and don't worry about the smell. Bye cutie!"
He smiled and set down the note, picking up the bun. He took a small bite and the sweet taste of cinnamon bun and green apple mixed together. It was nice and moist, not dry, and it was nice and filling. He found the small feather and smiled, picking it up and setting it behind his ear. He whistled a happy song, standing slowly and making his way to the bathroom. Once he was done he quickly borrowed brae's shower. Inside he found two shampoo bottles beside a mid-sided silicone stallion's member. He chuckled and took a nice, long shower. He eyed the toy, but resisted and finished the shower, hopping out and drying again. After that, he stepped out of Braeburn's house and slowly started to walk home.
He hadn't even realized that he forgot his three hundred and fifty bits and Braes, but nevertheless he wouldn't have cared. He plodded off to his own home to have a nice, empty, relaxing day for his day off of work.
Over the course of the next week or two Brae and Solace met up a few times, each time ending in more and more steamy, sweaty, pleasureful playtime. The two colts grew close to each other, and soon they made it into a routine. At times they'd gotten friends to join, Solace's friend Dusk, and once even Applejack. A mock romance even appeared between the two. eventually Brae moved in with Solace and they gave each other the pleasure and love they both wanted and loved to give.
