The Giddy Up Club

by CrackedInkWell

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Other, Porn, Sex, Braeburn
Length: 7432

Braeburn is invited to a secret, gay sex club in Canterlot and goes there to lose his virginity.

Warning: This is a (currently) unedited clop fic in which contains mentions of gay sex. This is not only the author's attempt to write a unique clop fic, but also his very first. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.

It's Braeburn Apple's twenty-third birthday, and he's looking forward to loosing his virginity. A few weeks ago in a Ponyville bar, he meets Soarin, in which he gives him a written instructions to find Canterlot's biggest, sexual secret: The Giddy Up Club. A secret sex club in which gay stallions come to have consensual sex with whoever they want and however they want it. After making up his mind, Braeburn takes a bold step into loosing his virginity in a building where everypony wears a mask and giving names is forbidden.

This fic contains: mentions of public sex, mentions of oral, orgies, a rimjob, virginity loss and a sex game called sex-roulette (not the HIV version) involving anal penetration from six stallions. Authors Note: This story wasn’t inspired by The Clocktower Society, if anything, I didn’t know that it existed until after I wrote it.

Published 2017-01-08 04:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-08 04:00:02 UTC

The Giddy Up Club

Author's Note

Final Warning: The story you're about to read is not only currently unedited, but it contains several scenes of a strong, sexual nature. And given the fact this is my first time of writing a sex scene... viewer disbretion is strongly advised.

The Giddy Up Club

‘Why am I doin’ this again?’ Braeburn thought to himself for what might have been the billionth time since he stepped off the train to Canterlot. His nerves felt raw, he could practically feel his heart pounding against his rib cage, and he had been standing across the street from the address for at least an hour now. The cowpony looked down at the napkin once more, ‘I still can’t believe this is even happening to me.’

The napkin in question was a set of instructions from a… acquaintance he met on his visit to a Ponyville bar. It all started when a stallion sat right next to Braeburn who after a beer and a half started up a conversation with him. Only, this stallion was none other than one of the top Wonderblots himself, Soarin. He still remembered how after ten minutes of getting to know each other than the light blue pegasus started to get flirty.

X_*_X

“You know,” Soarin said after he swallowed the remaining frosty liquid. “With a guy like you that has all the muscles, I wonder how many mares wanna… you know.”

“What?”

The Wonderbolt chuckled, “C'mon, you know what I mean. See what’s under that tail, getting some action,” he elbowed him.

Braeburn’s cheeks flushed, “Ah… not exactly the uh… type fer that.”

“Stallions then?” Soarin raised an eyebrow and a smirk. “Okay, ya got a coltfriend?”

“N-No…” The cowpony answered nervously. He felt something soft on his back, looking up he found it was the stallion’s wing that was wrapped around him.

“Well then,” the Wonderbolt eyelids lowered, “if you wanna, we could always go to my hotel room so you can get to know me a bit better.”

“Whoa there partner,” Braeburn brushed the wing off of him. “First of all, Ah've just met ya." He took in a deep breath before adding, "Look, Ah do appreciate the offer. Really, Ah do. It’s just that…” the yellow earth pony trailed off when he realized what he was about to say.

“What?” Soarin blinked.

The cowpony shook his head, “Jus’ forget it.”

“No wait, you got me curious,” the Wonderbolt let his foreleg rest up on the bar. “What’s up?” He looked at the empty mug, “Was I being too forward or something?”

Braeburn laughed, “Kinda, but that ain't it. It’s just…” He looked over his shoulder to make sure that nopony was listening. “Fact of the matter is, I’m not exactly, well, ready yet.”

“Oh…” Soarin rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, sorry about that.”

“Yer fine,” he waved a hoof. “It’s jus’ surprisin’ that nopony up to this point has asked me to… you know, roll in the hay with me. Ah’m just taken aback is all. Still, Ah appreciate the offer, but as of right now, Ah’m not exactly to do it just yet.”

“Hey, it’s cool.” The bartender placed down another bottle in front of the Pegasus, “Thanks.” He started pouring before asking, “So… when do you think you wanna lose it?”

“Well…” Braeburn started as he took another mouthful from his mug. “If Ah had it mah way, Ah would probably do it on mah birthday. It’s commin’ up pretty soon.”

“Really? When?”

“July seventeenth.”

Soarin smirked, “That’s a couple weeks away! How old will ya be?”

“Twenty-three.”

The Pegasus nodded as he put the bottle down. “Nice. Still, you sure you don’t have anypony in particular that you want to lose it to?” Braeburn shook his head, so after giving a moment of thought, the Wonderbolt took a nearby napkin and a pen before he started to scribble something down.

“What are ya doin’?” the yellow Apple inquired.

“How about I give you an early birthday present, from me to you?”

Braeburn raised an eyebrow, “Like what? Ah said we’ve just met.”

“Yeah, but you also like stallions too, right?” he nodded before the pegasus continue writing. “I know a place that, if you're serious about losing your virginity and have a birthday you won’t forget.”

"Like what? A whore house?”

"Not exactly, just give a sec..." For a minute, Soarin didn’t answer until he was finished whatever he scribbled on the napkin. As he passed it to him, the sky blue pony said in a soft voice. “There’s a place in Canterlot that not many ponies know about. A sex club really, where ponies like us can go in anonymously to bang with whoever they want, however long they want. Don’t worry, the place is actually pretty clean, and they won’t do anything weird unless you asked it directly.”

Braeburn's jaw dropped, “W-Why are y’all tellin’ me this?” he questioned, again looking around to make sure they weren’t eavesdropped on. “Ah just told ya that Ah’ve never done it with anypony and Ah’m not ready, so why are you givin’ me this?”

“Because,” Soarin smirked. “At this club, the stallions over there are gentlecolts, and if they knew that you’re a virgin, they will worship the very ground you walk on. First timers get extra treatment, like free drinks, food and all kinds of stuff. Besides, if you wanted somepony to do something to ya, they will have to comply. So basically, they’ll treat you like royalty there. And I wouldn’t mind seeing you on your birthday too. That is if you're planning on going.”

The cowpony’s face resembled that of a red lantern as he looked at the napkin that Soarin had written on. “Ah don’t know…”

“Hey,” the Pegasus patted him on the shoulder, “Just like at the club, nopony won’t do a thing without you giving the okay to do so. So I won’t push you into it, but I am giving you the invitation to Canterlot’s most well-guarded secret, and the best part, you’re in it. Just give yourself some space, and if you feel ready by the time your b-day rolls around… well, I promise you’ll have a night to remember.”

“Y-Yeah…” Braeburn folded up the napkin, “Ah’ll think it over…”

X_*_X

The yellow Apple took in a deep breath as Celestia lowered her sun behind the horizon. Looking up, Braeburn rechecked again to see if this was the right address. Across from where he stood, was a brick building that had three floors. What was truly odd about this building was apart from the sign that had a green cross, a few windows and a door at the very front; all the other windows or doors were bricked off. It was as if this was once an apartment complex at one time and somepony, for whatever reason, had it encased entirely in brick for all except for the clinic that stuck out. So the cowpony had to look at the instructions again.

Once you find this address, you’ll find a place called the Emerald Clinic. Go inside where you’ll meet a nurse, and tell her that you want to do a walk-in checkup. When she asks if you have any diseases, tell her this exactly: “I think I have Caritas libidinem.” This is the password to the club. After that, you’ll go meet a doctor who will do a quick physical with ya. He’ll ask you some questions near the end to see if you’re worthy enough to go in. If you’re lucky, he will give you a mask, a sleeve thing that will hide your tail, and tell you to go through a sliding door that says “Employees Only.” Just do as the doc says, and you’ll be in.

“Seems rather elaborate to get into a club,” he muttered as he looked up to the building one last time. Braeburn sighed once again, while he had already come this far, he knew that he could always turn around and do something else for his birthday. But at the same time, deep down, he felt that it was time, his primal urges were screaming at him for weeks, so perhaps it was the time to do something about it.

Finally making up his mind, the cowpony crossed the street and through the doors of the clinic where a board looking mare sat behind a glass window with a hole in it. Without so much as looking up to see who came in, she simply said, “Welcome to Emerald Clinic, do you have an appointment?”

“Uh… Not exactly,” the yellow Apple said honestly, “Ah was hopin’ if it’s possible that Ah might do a walk-in.”

“Okay,” the nurse replied in a monotone voice. She picked up a clipboard and a pen. “Are there any ailments or symptoms that you suspect you might have?”

“Y-Yeah,” he nodded nervously. “Ah think Ah might have…” he took out the napkin once again, “Car-E-tass lib-E-Denum.”

After scribbling something down on her clipboard, “Alright, let me fetch the doc.”

A couple of minutes later, the nervous stallion was usurer into an office where a brown, unicorn stallion with a white lab coat and a warm smile greeted him. “Good evening, I’m doctor Cinnamon.”

“H-Howdy,” the apple farmer stuttered, “M-Mah name is-”

“Ah-uh!” the doctor waved a hoof at him. “I don’t need to know your name, sir. After all, since you have Caritas libidinem, I think that we must keep this as confidential as possible. Though, I suppose that you might be new to the clinic?”

Braeburn pawed at the tiled floor, “First time here, actually.”

“Oh!” the unicorn smiled. “I see, so let’s get started, and please step on the scales.” And so, the earth pony went along, did exactly as anyone would expect from a visit to a doctor’s office. He was weighed, had his heat listened to, had his ears looked at like any other examination that he would get every year. The only thing that was different, however, was that near the end, he was poked by a needle and the doctor drew out a tiny amount of his blood.

“What was that for?” Braeburn asked as he covered his hoof that was pricked.

“This is just a quick test to see if you don’t have anything contagious, that you might end up passing onto another pony. If you give me a few minutes, I’m going to give this a quick test, and then I’ll be asking you some questions before we’re finished.” Ten minutes later, the doctor returned with a clipboard and said, “You seemed to be clean here. Good. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you some personal, medical questions before we wrap things up, okay?”

And so, the doctor inquired him on his sleeping and eating habits, as well as how he keeps up his fitness and when was the last time he was sick or treated for. Until that point, Braeburn was still put off of the instructions he gave, thinking that this was a joke or something. That changed, however, when the doctor asked, “So have you had sexual intercourse with anypony in the last five years?”

The farmer blinked, he could feel his cheeks heating up a bit, “Well… no… Ah’ve never done it with anypony at all ta be honest with ya.”

“Really,” the doctor grinned a little too wide. “And given the test from earlier, I could rule out that you’ve gave or were given oral stimulation to another pony as well to any other orifices?”

“Uh… no?” Braeburn answered uncomfortably.

“Great,” the doctor said as he trotted over to a nearby cabinet and with his magic, withdrew a white mask that had a yellow star, as well as a black, rubber bag from it. “You’ve passed. Now what you’re gonna need to do now is that I’m going to give you these. The mask is for you to put over your head and your neck, this will protect your identity (just make sure you tuck your mane in too, so you can be remained as anonymous as possible). The sleeve is for your tail in which you fold it in half and just stuck it in, there’s a clip here so that it holds onto ya until it’s time for you to take it off.

“Oh! And before I forget,” his horn glowed and Braeburn felt something tingling on his flanks. There was a flash of light before he swung his head around to find that his cutie mark was gone! “Oh don’t worry about that, it’s a simple illusion spell that hides your cutie mark until you’re done. All you have to do is to come right back here where I or another doctor can help you reverse it.

“So down the hall to the left there’s a door that say’s it’s for Employees, you can take these to get changed. There’s a special lock on the inside so that once you’re ready, you can go through the other door. Have a good night, sir.”

Braeburn gingerly took the items into his hoof, “Thanks… Ah guess.” After taking in a deep breath, he followed the doctor’s instructions to walk down the hall. On the other side, he found the door that had a sign that said, “Employees Only.” After pulling it open, half expecting to see a broom closet, instead, he saw a bench with a single light bulb overhead. Curious, he stepped right in and immediately noticed that on the same side of the wall where the door was another one. Between them was a locking mechanism that had a switch that would set some gears to lock both doors at once.

“Okay… This is gettin’ a little weird.” He muttered as he closed the door he came in behind and head over to sit on the bench. Braeburn proceeded to put the mask on first that he pulled through his muzzle and down his neck. It wasn’t too tight given the smooth material, but from the feel of it, the mask did expose his muzzle, eyes, and ears to the world, where all the while hid most of his face and mane in. “Ah probably look like one of those wrestlers Ah recon,” he said to himself.

Next came the rubber bit for his tail. This part was tricky as the stallion had to fold his tail in half and tries to stuff it into the elongated bag until all of his golden hair was inside before he buttoned it up around his dock. After standing up, he almost felt exposed from his rear-end. Then he looked at the other door, “Am Ah really ready fer this?” he asked himself. Closing his eyes, he told himself, “He said that they won’t do a thing without you sayin’ so. And if you can’t go with it, you can jus’… walk away. But you’ve come all this way and you sir are long ready fer this.” Opening his eyes, he flipped the switch for both doors to be opened, “Let’s do this.”

After taking one last deep breath, Braeburn braced himself before he pushed opened the other door. However, what he saw on the other side made him gawk at what he was seeing, if not aroused by it too.

The first thing that struck him was how immensely huge the first room was. It was like an indoor courtyard with its arched balconies on the second floor that looked down at the wooden floor. While Braeburn half expected to place to be bare, it was tastefully decorated with raw iron candelabras, copies of ancient, classical Pegasi statues, and tapestries that depicted scenes that were too risque for public viewing. There was a skylight only that it was frosted over so that nopony could look in at all that was going on. And there was plenty that was going on! Nearly everywhere there were stallions that were wearing masks like he was, only all of theirs were black, and some of them were screwing in plain view.

Not all of them were, some of them were idly chatting with a glass in hoof, and some were silently watching or waiting (and many of their erections out to a certain degree). Others, however, gave Braeburn’s jaw a good reason to hit the floor. Around this room there were circular, black leather couches and underneath some rows of arches were beds with satin sheets against the walls. On these cushioned places, he saw masked stallions were either sucking on the members of other stallions, or they were rutting them senseless. In some places, they were doing both! There were grunts and moans, whimpers and heavy breathing that was mixed alongside the casual conversations of the bystanders that watched.

And the smell… the masculine musk hit Braeburn’s nose that by it alone he could feel the blood flowing down to his lower part of his body.

“We got a newbie!” someone shouted, snapping the cowpony’s attention. He quickly located it to a group of stallions, five of them that were heading towards him, “Aw sweet, and a Virgin too! Hey come on in, don’t be shy.” The pony in question had a tan coat, a horn sticking out of his mask and had on an excited grin. If Braeburn could guess, he might say that whoever he was might be a few years younger than he. “Close the door behind ya, welcome to the club!”

‘Come now,’ the cowpony thought, ‘He seems friendly enough.’ So after closing the door with his hind leg, Braeburn cautiously approached the stallions in which he can't help but noticed that their erections between their legs. “Uh… h-hey.”

“Hey yourself,” another stallion, this one was a white pegasus, who was slightly taller than Braeburn but twice the mussel started circling around him. The yellow Apple could practically feel the eyes that were looking at him, and all of him. “Do you want anything?” The white pegasus asked as he rounds to the stallion’s face. “Like, do you want a drink of something, we’ve got a bar on the second floor.”

“He's a cutie, I'll give ya that.” This comment came from a pink earth pony that was lean, and the only noticeable feature this one had was his glasses. “It’s nice to see someone as hot as this guy. And... oh, look at that,” he pointed to what was emerging underneath Braeburn’s belly. He whistled, “Now that looks promising.”

“Hey, don’t rush the Virgin,” a gray, bearded unicorn scolded. “After all, we don’t want to scare him away. Can’t you see how nervous he is right now?” In which he was right. Braeburn's legs were shaking, nearly threatening to have his body fall underneath him at any given moment.

It was then that a tall, forest green stallion walked up to him, “Hey, chill out dude, we're not gonna hurt ya. None of us are like that. But I know what you're thinking, and we totally get it. It’s a brave thing that a Virgin like ya would come here at all. I mean, it has been a really long time since the last one, am I right guys?” The others agreed with him.

“Yeah…” Braeburn started, “anyways, mah name is–”

“Whoa!” all five stallions interrupted before he could get another word out. The tan pony stepped forward, “Dude, don’t just give out your name. You nearly broke one of the rules here.”

The yellow stallion blinked, “Sorry, Ah didn’t know.”

“Nah its cool,” the green, lanky stallion patted his back. “You’re new and all, so you’re fine. But still, if you wanna keep coming here, there are a few rules you need to follow at the Giddy Up Club. And yes, that’s the name of this place."

"Okay..." Braeburn shifted on his hind legs, "So, what are the rules?"

"I'll have you know there's five of them that everyone here follows. The first rule is: Never talk about the Giddy Up Club outside of the club.”

“Rule two,” the white pegasus continued, “Never, ever, give your or anypony else’s real name while in the club.”

“Rule three,” the pink stallion said, “You must be clean before entering, for obvious reasons.”

“Rule four,” the gray unicorn added, “you can buck whoever you want, how much you want, with whoever you want, and how you want it. But always ask first. On that note, if someone says no, leave them alone.”

“And rule five,” the tan unicorn finished with a sly smile, “Is to never invite another pony unless that guy is sure that the other can follow all the rules. So do you think you can follow all of that?”

“Seems pretty straight forward,” Braeburn said with a nervous smile.

“Hey, is it you?” Braeburn looked up to see a pegasus in a familiar looking sky blue coat leaping off from the balconies and landed next to him. "You remember me? I was the guy who you had a couple of drinks within Ponyville."

"Yer voice sounds familiar," the yellow Apple admitted before realizing something, "Hold on, Ah think Ah know ya, aren't ya-"

"Yep," Soarin nodded, "Glad you can make it for a night of fun on your birthday." He paused for a moment, "Today is your birthday, right?"

"Yeah, it is," he nodded. "Trust me, Ah've been second guessin' mahself before Ah set hoof in here but, Ah've made up mah mind. Ah think it's time Ah lose it."

The masked Wonderblot craned his head a little, "Looks like your little friend is excited about this too."

Braeburn didn't need to see what was painfully obvious underneath his belly, and upon near instinct, he tried to hide it.

"Hey, don't hide it," Soarin patted his back. "We're in a sex club, remember? So come on, let it hang loose."

The white pegasus chuckled, "Holy buck, you're actually larger then I am. You should be proud of that."

"Still," the pink earth said, "is there any of us can do for ya birthday boy?"

Braeburn looked around at the six stallions that surrounded him, "Well... Ah guess Ah could use a drink first."

X_*_X

"Ah! That's it, just a little more... k-keep going... ah keep going... almost..." Right next to Braeburn, a masked pegasus with a dark chocloate coat grunted as he sat on the bar while a blue unicorn held his head in place. For the cowpony, it was hard to ignore the blowjob that was happening right next to him as he could only watch the smooth, black balls pulsed. No doubt the seed was now being gulped down by the unicorn that had a look of calm on his face. A few seconds later, the masked unicorn pulled away, licking his lips clean.

"Celestia's plothole!" The darker pegasus sighed, leaning back on the bar. "That was so good."

"My pleasure," the other stallion chuckled as he hopped off the bar stool. "And thanks for the drink."

"No problem," he tried to slow his breathing down. "Will there... be anything else?"

"Nah, but thanks anyway, bartender." The stallion winked at him before trotting away.

Braeburn turned back to his six new acquaintances, "Does that always happen?"

"More then ya think," the masked Wonderbolt chuckled, as did the others. "It's one of the ways that you can tip the bartender when you don't have enough bits to pay. Kinda makes me want to work here full time."

"Hey," the bartender rolled over back behind the counter. "It's a lot difficult then it looks," he then turned to Braeburn, "need another refill, sir?"

"Ah'm good," he replied, holding his mug close.

"Suit yourself, I'm gonna go clean up a bit," the chocolate pegasus shrugged before walking away, "Shout if you need anything."

"So then dude," the lanky, green earth pony leaned over to the bar. "What do you have in mind about tonight? Is there somepony here that wants to help ya take that big step?"

Braeburn blushed again what might have been the thousandth time that night. "Look, it's not that Ah don't want ta lose it. Ah mean, that's why Ah came in here for. Only... Ah have no idea what exactly to do since Ah haven't done it with anyone."

"One of us can help you," the white pegasus said as he took a sip of his beer. "Besides, you don't have to do anything except sit or lay back, relax and let us do all the work. Though, of course, there are plenty of ways to lose your virginity."

"Yeah," the pink stallion nodded. "There's the classic blowjob, sixty-nine, missionary, doggy, the train position, sex-roulette, the pyramid, the-"

"What was that last one?" The masked cowpony interrupted.

"Huh? You mean the pyramid?"

"No, that ain't it," Braeburn shook his head, "Ah mean the one before that."

"Oh! The sex-roulette," at this the other stallions snickered and the yellow Apple asked what that was. "It's a really fun game in which you need one of those tables where you can spin it, and at least four guys. The game goes like this: one of the guys lays on the table that gets plowed by the other guys. But, the ones that are doing all the bucking have only about a minute a turn before the pass it on to the next guy. Whoever can get the one that's on the table shooting, gets to go ahead and finish in him."

"It's really intense," the tan unicorn said. "Especially when you're the one on the receiving end, but the payoff is worth it."

"Especially when you got a lot of guys playing," Soarin pointed out. "When I played last, and I was on the bottom, I had like twenty rounds or so before I blew."

Braeburn looked at them with wide eyes, "But doesn't it hurt? Ah mean when ya have somethin' up your flank."

"It's kinda like..." the bearded stallion said before thinking up a good comparison. "It's like drinking a latte - while it's not for everypony, the ones who do like it tend to develop a taste for it over time. In this place, some of us like being on top, others bottom only, and there are those who like to do both or not at all. But you know what son? It's okay because we're here for pleasure, just the way we like it. Plus, you being the Virgin here, you get to call the shots as to how you wanna do it."

Braeburn thought about it for a good minute while his acquaintances talked about something that he wasn't paying attention to. He did want to lose his virginity somehow, and these guys are offering themselves to do just that. It was all up to him as to what to do about it. He had somewhat an idea of how intercourse between stallions worked from his top-secret stash that he carefully hidden back in Appaloosa. Only, all he knew were of pictures but didn't give instructions nor describe of undergoing such intimate experiences. He had no idea what someone's mouth on his rod would feel like, nor how painful it might be to have something shoved up his plot hole. But since these guys seem reasonable, and more importantly, experienced in the realms of sex, he gulped down the rest of his drink and said. "Alright, Ah'll do it."

Six stallions turned their heads towards him, "Do what?" Soarin asked.

"Ah think, with what you fellas said about the roulette thing... Ah... Ah wanna give it a try. But on one condition: whoever goes first, please be gentle."

"Alright!" the white pegasus cheered enthusiastically, "Now we're getting somewhere!"

The pink pony whistled loudly, "Hey bartender! Since we're headed to the third floor, we'll need some warm lube and an injection thing for the Virgin!"

X_*_X

Braeburn's heart was pounding. He couldn't believe that just a few minutes away, he was about to lose his virginity. As he followed the six other stallions through a hallway in which there were no doors. This, of course, gave plenty of things for the apple farmer to get aroused from. In each passing room, there was a large bed, a couch, and a low table, some of which were occupied by two or more ponies at a time. In one room he saw two stallions on a bed where one of them was bobbing his head on the other's member. From another, his eyes went wide as he saw at least five or six stallions that were lined up, each pumping into the other that produced moans and gasps. But in some rooms, he found those that were recovering from their bliss, covered in white streams, laying back to take at the moment.

"This one's empty!" someone ahead of him announced. He followed them into the room that was identical to the other rooms he saw. "One room with a swivel table," the pink stallion said as he gave a push to the edge of the tabletop in which it spun freely. "And nicely padded too," he grinned as he looked over to Braeburn. "So, you ready to go, birthday boy?"

The gray, bearded stallion went over to pat him on the back, "You know, you don't have to do this unless you really want to. Even in the middle of it, you can stop at any time if you're not comfortable. We can always do something else."

Braeburn shook his head, "Nah sir, Ah've made up mah mind. Ah wanna try it, you know, just ta feel what it's really like."

"Now before things get interesting," the tan unicorn said as he set aside a bottle of lubricant and a very thin, short dildo that had a tube that was connected to a plastic injection tube. "Since you're our special guest, and considering that it's your first, you get to pick out who you want to pop that cherry of yours."

He looked around the room at the anticipation that was in their eyes. "Oh boy... Such a huge decision, ain't it? Well, if Ah really have ta choose, Ah guess Ah probably go with the one that Ah know who it is somewhat. So..." he walked up to Soarin, "Ah know we don't know that well, but at least we have a pretty good idea who we are. Would you... help me?"

Soarin grinned, "I would be more than honored. And don't worry, I'll do my best to go easy on ya. It'll be intense, but I'll be sure that you'll enjoy it."

"Now since that's sorted out," the white pegasus said as he pointed a wing to the table. "After you sir."

Braeburn took in one last deep breath before he climbed on the swivel table and rolled over onto his back. Exposing to the six stallions his nine-inch pride that flopped onto his belly. It was black and had been dripping with pre for a while now. At the base, his sack that held his two orbs dangled an inch above his tight ponut. The pink pony leaned over to the side, giving a low whistle, "Now that there gentlecolts, is a finer plot that I ever did see."

"You're a really lucky dude," the green, lanky stallion said to Soarin. "I haven't seen a flank this tone since yours."

"Whatever," the sky blue Wonderbolt playfully punched him. He looked over to see the yellow Apple's face, "So do you want to get lubed up first or do you want us to get you a little more... comfortable?"

Braeburn tilted his head, "Comfortable? How?"

"Oh! Let me! Let me!" the pink earth pony said excitingly before turned the table towards him before he dove between his sack and tail.

"Hey, what are- HELLO!" before the Apple stud could ask what was he doing, he suddenly felt something wet and warm that gave a long lick from his dock, over his plothole, across his taint and lapped right under his sack before going back down again. For Braeburn, it was on the one hoof odd to have somepony licking around in places that he wasn't used to being licked as the stallions tongue rolled over his sensitive areas. But on the other hoof... the longer it went on, the more he found it strangely enjoyable. The pink stallion, whoever he was, tend to focus more on his ponut. His wet tongue gently prod and circled around the virginal flesh, but never pushed any further in. All of which, as much as Braeburn tried to remain still, his hindlegs involuntarily twitched at the pleasure.

"That oughta do it," the pink stallion said as he stepped back, wiping his mouth with a foreleg.

"What..." the masked farmer asked, "What did ya... jus' do?"

"It's called a rimjob," the tan unicorn said as he was pouring the lubricant into the syringe-like tube. "Now let's prep ya before we get on with our game." Once he had a certain amount in, he held the thin dildo just over his plothole, "Just to give ya a heads up, this might feel funny at first once we put this in and squat this stuff into ya, but it'll make the experience all the smoother. Okay?" Braeburn nodded, "You ready?"

"As Ah'll ever be," the farmer lay his head down on the padded table.

"Okay, now just relax..." the Apple stud closed his eyes as he felt the tube being prodded at his back door before he felt it slip in. He was relieved that it wasn't so bad, only... weird as it slithered in a couple inches before he felt a warm liquid being pumped in. He felt it being splashed against his inner walls and touching something that made his own rod twitch before it was slowly pulled out of him. "There we go," the tan unicorn said. "Alright dudes, take your places and put some of this on."

As lubricant was passed around, Braeburn got a really good look at their erections. While none of them had flared up yet, their hard on's came in different lengths, sizes, girths and colors, only Soarin's deep blue member came close to his by at least an inch. He perfectly knew this because as soon as the Wonderbolt had put enough lube around his flare, he lifted his forelegs and lifted himself until he was right over Braeburn where their staffs were touching.

"Just remember to try to relax as much as possible, okay?" Soarin said. "And also to remember to breathe, I'm gonna see if I can get all the way inside ya before we start." When the yellow stud didn't reply, the sky blue pegasus added, "Do you trust us?"

"Ah... Ah think so. If Ah couldn't handle it, would you stop?"

He nodded, "Of course." Soarin moved back a little until his erection was aimed at the right place, and gently pressed against Braeburn's back entrance. "All lined up, you ready?" the yellow Apple only gave another nod. "Okay, now breathe deep..." and he started pushing, gently at first before he increasingly added more force. Braeburn felt his hole was being stretched, little by little. His face scrunched up and his eyes closed as he took deep breaths, trying to relax around that area as much as possible. "Ah think it's too big."

"Hang on dude," the voice of the forest green pony said. "It looks like you're almost there."

"But Ah think he's not gonna- AH!" Braeburn's eyes went wide as he felt the tip of Soarin's member being slipped in. "Don't move! Don't move!" he hissed.

Immediately, Soarin stopped, "You okay dude?" The yellow pony grabbed his hoof and held it tightly.

"Jus' give me a minute..." he said as he breathed slowly. "Sweet Luna you're huge."

"And you're really tight." He chuckled, "and so warm too. But do you want me to pull out?"

"Don't, let me get used to ya."

"Take your time," the gray, bearded unicorn said. "No need to rush things."

It took a couple of minutes to let the sudden pain subside for Braeburn. He tried his best to relax while he felt the throbbing head of Soarin's rod that just entered into him. "Okay," he said at last, "go slowly. Only stop if Ah says something."

"You got it," and with that, the pegasus gently rocked back and forth, going in deeper into the yellow stud. Thanks to the lubricant, it made things easier for him to dung in inch after glorious inch into the earth pony. While he did look up at Braeburn's face to see discomfort, he never spoke up to stop him as he buried himself a little deeper. Even when he got to his mid-ring and the stud underneath him whimpered as it too slipped in, he didn't call out to stop him. It didn't take long until he finally hilted himself in that Soarin sighed, "Oh buck... you guys really gotta try this." He looked back down, "How do ya feel?"

"F-Full," he replied as his hindleg was shaking. "So full."

"So when you're ready, we can start the game and give the rutting of your life."

The whole room waited on Braeburn now as he opened his eyes. At that moment, there was a pain as he expected it to be, but it was never to the point where he couldn't take it. If anything, as he let his muscles relax, he could feel every vein and pause from the other stallion that was inside him. It was touching something deep inside that was slowly burning that he wanted more of. When he finally felt relaxed enough, a thought came to him. With a smirk, he said, "On yer mark." Soarin placed his hooves firmly on the table and on the floor. "Get set," the pegasus slowly pulled out of him until only the slightly inflated flare was only inside. "Go."

The masked Wonderbolt pushed back in smoothly, hilting and pulling back out only to thrust back in. He didn't go too fast as Braeburn could feel his insides being filled one moment and empty the next. All the while, he felt the flare and mid-ring scraping up against a spot in which he could feel the burning feeling grow.

"Next," suddenly Soarin pulled out and the table underneath the farmer rotated a little to the forest green stallion in which he proceeded to pop in. While he wasn't as big as the Wonderbolt, his rhythm certainly made up for it as his thrusts faster. And while he was on the smaller end of the scale, Braeburn still felt him touching that sweet spot as he lay back and took it. "Ah, you got a sweet plot dude," the stallion above him said as he picked up the pace.

This didn't last, however, as he too pulled out and the table moved to the white pegasus. "Whoa!" the yellow stud exclaimed when he slipped in. Unlike the other two, this one had more girth that stretched his pout while he trusted in. It mixed the earlier pain he felt with the pleasure as this stallion slapped away in short, powerful strokes. "S-So thick," Braeburn muttered between moans. This made the masked stallion above him go even faster, making the submissive stud scream with each slap.

But he too pulled out and was passed on to the next stallion, the bearded unicorn who sunk in easily into him. "Celestia you're warm," he said as he rotated his hips around as he thrust in and out. The yellow farmer bit his hoof at all the angles and movements that was giving him so much pleasure that in that minute of bucking he wondered why he hadn't done anything like this before. "Don't hold back those noises," the stallion above him told him when he thrust into him. "Let's all hear it."

Braeburn gasped as the unicorn popped out when the swivel-table was passed on to the pink pony that, without hesitation, slipped right in. Unlike the previous ponies, whoever this stallion was, had the longest rod of them all. "You're so deep," the yellow stud closed his eyes before he could feel the stallion's flare dig in further inside him. "Ah think yer touchin' a lung." Laughter erupted all around him, but for taking something this long really did take his breath away. "Oh Celestia," he whimpered as he felt the snake-like erection being pulled out and back into him. Each time the masked earth pony hilted in deep, he felt his own erection being further stimulated. He tried to reach a hoof around it but he quickly found his hooves being pinned down.

"Oh no, you... muph! Don't," the stallion above him said. "We c-can't have... oh... you clopping... t-that's cheating." Just then he pulled out to be passed on to the next guy.

"Yeah," the tan unicorn told him as he sunk himself deep into Braeburn. "By the looks of it, you're not gonna last long." He was right, the yellow stud's face felt like his blush was on fire, his heart was pounding like a buffalo drum, that sensitive spot inside him pulled him further into unimaginable bliss. Even without touching himself, he felt his flare was expanding, singling that he was almost there. He begged for the stallion to go faster.

"Sweet, he's flaring up," Soarin commented.

"Yeah," the tan unicorn pulled and pushed the table towards him. "You go ahead, he looks like he needs it."

Without being told twice, Soarin once again sunk himself deep into the farmer who moaned. Hunching over, the Wonderblot rutted him as hard as he could into that warm space. "Ah!" Braeburn cried, "C'mon... Ah'm nearly there... please... more..." The pegasus complied and thrust in as quickly as he could. But when he felt the flare on his stomach, he hosed himself up to let everyone else see the big moment. "Almost... almost..." Braeburn closed his eyes and gasped as his senses exploded when he finally reached orgasm. The first strand of white sprayed on his belly, another at his chest, and even over to the side of his head. While his member pulsed out wave after wave of pleasure, he heard applause from all around him.

"Bravo!"

"There he goes!"

"Keep it up, dude!"

Once his sense of euphoria had melted away, he opened his eyes to the sky blue pegasus that was smirking over him. "Feel better?"

Braeburn laughed weakly, "Lots."

"Now since I gotten you off, you know what that means, right?"

"Go for it," the golden stud nodded as he felt the pegasus resuming his thrusts. Slowly at first, but then picked up to speed and rhythm as he slapped against his plot. As sensitive as Braeburn was, he wanted this high, lustful feeling to go on as long as possible. He while he felt the cooling of his seed on his chest and stomach, the farmer saw that the pegasus was sweating as he went faster and faster. Eventually, he felt the flare moving in and out, bumping and rubbing on his sensitive spot.

"I'm gonna..." Soarin started to say but then Braeburn felt it as he buried himself. A spray of lava-like seed was being shot and spilled around his used walls. The pegasus hunched over, laying right on top of him as the last of his orgasm faded where he breathed heavily. Braeburn, in turn, wrapped his hooves around him.

"So that's what it feels like," he commented. "That was-"

"You're amazing," Soarin interrupted. "Really, that was so needed."

"Hey," the yellow stallion lifted his head with both of his hooves and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "Ah wanna say, thanks y'all fer givin' me easily the best birthday ever. Though, Ah don't wanna end it just yet." This got the attention of the other five stallions in the room. "Ah think you can pull out now."

"Oh, right," the masked Wonderbolt lifted himself up and carefully pulled out from the Apple stud's plothole with a pop. To which, some of his own seed trickled down over the farmer's tail.

Braeburn lifted his head to the other stallions, "If none of you fellas don't mind, Ah think Ah could go fer a round or two." As he expected, this was received with an ear to ear grin. "And maybe," he added, "One of you guys can return the favor."