Dedicated to Lythe, hence the title being her signature catchphrase for the PFA IRC, and her talking to me when I was unsure about thinking Braeburn was hot (I’m 100% heterosexual)
“Howdy!” I heard a pleasantly familiar voice shout at me from behind. I turned to see the yellow, blonde haired stallion, Braeburn. He had helped me settle into Appleloosa, which was a bit difficult, after all not many ponies were comfortable around me. I didn’t mind very much, nopony had ever seen a human before I arrived in Equestria, but thankfully there was always someone kind and accepting in every town, Twilight in Ponyville, Celestia in Canterlot, and Braeburn in Appleloosa. He trotted over to me and started talking
“Hey pardner, I’ve gotta go check out some coyote commotion up by Rickety Hoof Drop, care to join? Apparently they’ve been dirtyin’ up the spring water.” Rickety Hoof drop was about a day’s trip both ways, but it had an amazing view overseeing the canyons and plateaus. I’d never been there myself, but I’ve heard quite a bit about it from him and a few other ponies.
“Sure, why not?” I said, giving him a light punch in the shoulder. He chuckled and smiled back at me.
“Alright, but we’re gonna have to spend the night there, otherwise we’ll be plum tuckered out and won’t be able to make it home. Ah’ve already got a wagon packed and ready, so just grab whatever you’ll need and we’ll head out later today.” We were approaching my house so I excused myself and ran up to the rickety wood porch, quickly pulling open the screen door and slamming it behind me. I wasn’t quite sure why, but I was very excited for this trip, Braeburn was a great friend of mine and always fun to spend time with, especially at the saloon. Occasionally he’d try to pick up chicks, with me as his wingman, but it wasn’t particularly easy, I was still being considered a pink ape and he was nervous as hell. He didn’t usually mind very much, and we’d just laugh it off after a few drinks. On one particular night though, he’d gotten hung up on one mare and it was pretty sad to watch...
“Well fine, be that way!” I heard Braeburn shout over the usual, loud commotion of the mildly cramped saloon, as he walked away from the bar, with a particularly angry face, towards a table in the corner I was sitting at, enjoying some hard cider.
“Tough crowd, ey?” I asked him, trying to cheer him up.
“Bah, it’s just I’ve spent my whole life lookin’ for the perfect mare and I just haven’t met one I can talk to! I try to be real nice, but whenever I try to make a move somethin’ just doesn’t connect...” He said with a sigh, shaking his head. Braeburn was always a gentlecolt, but no matter how hard he tried mares would turn him down,I looked into the phenomena a few times myself, but it almost seemed like they were doing it without reason.
“Well that surly looking stallion over there was showing some interest in you...” I remarked, chuckling a bit at his ignorance. He blushed a bit, then tipped his hat down a bit and started drinking in an attempt to wash away his troubles.
I tucked a few pairs of handknit socks, courtesy of the local tailor, and some overalls, into a modified saddlebag that I tinkered with until it was comfortable. I put on my favorite, lightly worn, brown stetson Braeburn gave me the first time I got a sunburn in Appleloosa, threw the pack over my shoulder, and headed to the empty lot near the edge of town where everypony put their wagons and carriages when they weren’t in use. I rounded the corner and saw the yellow stallion adjusting the harness around his neck, making sure the wagon was secure, and everything was ready for our little excursion.
“Glad to see yah, just hop in and we’ll be on our way!” He exclaimed. Looking from him to the large wagon he was going to be pulling for the next few hours I nervously asked him
“Isn’t that a bit heavy? It’s a long trip there and back and with me along for the ride it’ll just be harder for you.”
He chuckled, and shook his head “Now don’t you worry, it ain’t that long of a trip and it’ll be worth it once we get there.”
I grinned back at him and climbed into the wagon, setting my things down next to a few bottles of his personal alcohol collection. The ride was smooth for the most part, after all, there weren’t many mountains or hills, just wide open desert. A few hours into the trip I felt the wagon slowly come to a stop and Braeburn’s head poked in through the fabric flaps covering the exit.
“Hey, how ‘bout we take a break and grab some lunch?” He asked, grabbing a basket from the corner of the interior.
“Alright!” I exclaimed, as I hopped out and saw where we were. We were on a small plateau, looking over a desert landscape full of sand, stone, and little life. Behind us was a rocky path, leading up to another plateau. I walked over to Braeburn as he laid out a red and white checkered blanket on the flattest area he could find. He pulled out a plate with a few daisy sandwiches on it and set it in the center, before kneeling down across from me.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” He said, procuring two bottles of beer from deeper in the basket, and tossing one to me. I took a few hardy swigs of the still cold beer, between sandwiches, until there was one left on the platter. We both reached for it at the same time, bumping hand and hoof, before we quickly pulled away. I looked at him and saw a very slight blush on his face and a little grin, to which I replied
“You can have it, we’ve still got a ways to go, and you need your energy.” We both finished up, and I let him go put his harness on as I packed everything away again. While walking over to the wagon, basket in hand, I heard a grunt from Braeburn, and some metal jangling. I walked over to see the harness on his neck, but his body tangled up in ropes. He sheepishly looked up at me with an embarrassed expression on his face before I walked over and started untangling him. His warm, soft coat brushed against my hands as I pulled a few of the ropes over his head, and set them aside. After getting all the ropes off his neck, torso and forelegs, I moved back to his flanks and hindlegs, which were very muscular and firm. I tried my hardest not to stare, but the very last wrapping of rope I had to undo was between his legs, pressing his large, semi-erect cock against his stomach. I reached out and tried to pull the rope away without touching or brushing against his large veiny shaft, and nearly succeeded until I reached back and accidentally grabbed his balls instead of the rope. For the split second they were in my hands I felt the hot fleshy globes in my palms, which for the most part were completely hairless, before quickly letting go and pulling the last rope free.
“Heh, uh sorry about that, the rope, and the...” I stammered. He bit his lip and nodded his head before I hopped into the cart and we were on our way.
Braeburn shook his head as he pulled the wagon along the rough dirt road, trying to ignore any thoughts about what happened as they were heading out. He tilted his head and saw his penis, now fully erect after his friend accidentally touched his balls, and let out an exasperated sigh.
“I’m pretty sure it was just an accident, right? He wasn’t staring at me or anything so it must’ve been. He knows I like mares, and from what I’ve talked to him, he seems to like ‘em too. Yeah it’s gotta be an accident, even if it did feel goo- Ah gosh darnit, I’m straight! I don’t like him that way, he’s a good friend of mine, and nothing else.” He thought, trying to make sense of the incident.
“I don’t feel anything special for him, well I do feel comfortable around him, and can tell him almost anything I know... nah, we’re just good friends.” He thought, keeping his head up and smiling. He was only half-satisfied with that answer and just decided to drop the subject entirely, focusing on the trip ahead of him.
I sat in the wagon, slightly embarrassed of the incident at camp, and hoping he wouldn’t think anything of it. I honestly didn’t think he would, but now that I looked back on it, I might’ve held my hand there for a few moments too many. I wasn’t gay, and hadn’t looked at any males, human or pony, the same way I looked at Braeburn. It was... different, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He was a great friend of mine, and took me under his wing back when everypony just thought of me as a pink hairless ape. I remembered one of the times I (unsuccessfully) tried being his wingman, I saw a stallion next to him pass him a drink and start chatting him up. In most cases anypony would’ve just said they’re not gay, or walked away, but he just kept talking to him until the stallion put his hoof on Braeburn’s, causing the yellow stallion to jump up in shock and walk away. It seemed like he tried to make a move on Braeburn, which was odd, especially since it must’ve taken quite a bit of flirting for them to feel comfortable doing, and even after that Braeburn had no clue that he was being hit on. After that we stopped hitting up the saloon, and he started getting much more anti-social. I pondered those thoughts as I gently drifted off to sleep.
A hardy “Thunk,” came from outside, waking me up with a bit of a jolt. I rubbed my eyes and stepped out onto the rocky cliff, where I was shocked by the view. From there I could see the bright orange sky, illuminated by the slowly fading light of a late afternoon sun. I looked down and saw hundreds of miles of canyons and mountains, all in varying earthy shades, and stretching as far as the eye could see. Speechlessly I mouthed the word “Wow,” as I took in the beautiful view. From behind me I could hear the gentle clip-clop sound of Braeburn’s hooves, slowly approaching me.
“It sure is somethin’,” He said, his side lightly brushing against my arm as he stood next to me. I was a little bit surprised at this gesture, since most ponies kept a bit further from me than other ponies, and even Braeburn normally kept a bit of distance from me. I looked over at him, to see him staring at me with a bit of a grin. “And that ain’t even the best part!” He beamed, turning around and trotting off down the hill, and gesturing for me to follow him. We walked down the dusty slope, and climbed another small hill where I saw what he was talking about. A crystal clear, entirely untouched river, pouring from a cave and streaming down through the soil and sand.
“C’mon!” He shouted, running off into the water, tossing his vest to the side and jumping in. I stood there, biting my lip as I stared blankly into the shimmering blue, thinking about the situation between us, before Braeburn hollered at me again “Oh come on, just get in!” I instantly snapped out of my trance, threw off my clothes and gently waded into the water. As I was about halfway in Braeburn romped over to me, getting me entirely soaked. I dove in after him, catching him around the neck while we wrestled, occasionally pushing ourselves up to get a gasp of air.
“Gotcha!” I shouted, pinning him while he laughed and struggled, thrashing in the water.
“Alright, alright, you got me. Isn’t the water great? Not many ponies get to experience it this clean, and this fresh.” He said, as I let go of him. I nodded and he started swimming off, further across the river, into stronger currents.
“Man I wonder how deep this g-WWAAAAHHH!” He began, but was cut off as a wave crashed into him, sending him downstream, towards white waters and rough rocks.
“BRAEBURN!” I shouted before rapidly swimming after him, praying I’d be able to catch him in time. I heard his shouts between loud choking noises and splashes, as I swam even faster, adrenaline now pumping through my veins. My heart nearly stopped as I saw him hurtling towards a large jagged rock, jutting out of the water. I swung one arm out, grabbing a hold of another large rock, and reaching for his hoof, hoping to catch him before he crashed. Time seemed to slow as I saw a frantic look in his eyes, and he reached for my hand. With an iron grip I wrapped my hand around his foreleg, and pulled him over to me, where he wrapped his forehooves around my neck while I navigated us back to shore.
My body was aching, and my heart was pounding, so I just collapsed on the sand, Braeburn still clinging on to me. He was shivering and shaking, so I wrapped my arms around him, and gently stroked his back, hoping to calm him down. I felt his pounding heart slowing as his breathing also became quieter and more gradual, until all I felt was the rising and setting of his chest and his hot breath against my neck. We layed there for a few minutes until he rested his soft muzzle over my shoulder, and I tilted my head to the side, gently nuzzling against him. I didn’t even think about the fact that we were both naked until I felt something warm and hard pressed between him and my stomach, slowly getting longer and harder. One of my hands stayed firmly wrapped around him while I slowly, but surely moved my hand down his back, stroking his spine and sides, finally stopping at his lower back, contemplating my choices before I did anything rash...
Should I? I know he’s more than just a friend, and I care a lot about him. I’ve never felt more scared than when I was about to lose him...
I ran my hand across his flanks, before running my fingers through his tail. I felt him let out a small shudder, and his tail started whipping back and forth, fluidly, and methodically brushing against my balls. I felt him start to move his head so I looked over to see him staring at me, biting his lip and blushing slightly. Without thinking I moved forward and planted a kiss on his lips, causing him to look wide-eyed at me.
“Y-y-you... you feel that way too?” He stammered. “Too,” That word made my heart explode, knowing he was enjoying this, and shared my feelings changed everything I thought or knew about him.
“Yes.” I started, smiling, and looking him directly in the eyes. “Braeburn... I don’t usually like men, or stallions even, but you’re something different, you were always so kind and accepting, and talked to me when everypony else was too afraid to.”
He didn’t say or do anything, he just stared at me, blushing, with a small grin across his face. I leaned in for another kiss, putting my arms around him and pulling him in tight. At first it was simple kissing, a few light pecks, then he kept his mouth over mine, gently working his tongue inside, as I decided to do the same. I tasted apples and a small bite of alcohol as I put my tongue into his mouth, intertwining with his. The passionate kissing stopped as he pulled away, and started gently placing kisses down my chest, leading up to my now fully erect cock. He slowly dragged his wide, hot tongue across it a few times, sending fiery jolts of pleasure up my body before taking it deep in his mouth, all the way to the base. He worked it up and down rapidly, licking and sucking it, while gently stroking my balls with his hooves. The pleasure was rocketing through my body and just before I felt ready to cum, I put my hands on his shoulders and pulled him off. He looked at me with a quizzical expression before I gave him a deep kiss, searching his mouth with my tongue, tasting a bit of my pre-cum and sweat. I broke the kiss and we both stood up, where I turned him around and pressed the head of my cock lightly into his asshole, testing to see how hard it would be to fit. He grunted a little bit, when it wouldn’t go in, so I used one of my hands to spread the pre-cum all over the tip, lubricating it to a point where it was almost ready to fit. I pressed again, a bit firmer than last time, and still couldn’t put it in, so I got on my knees, lifted his tail and slowly twirled my tongue in and around the light pink hole, causing him a bit of surprise, and making him let out a small, short moan.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked, making sure I wasn’t going to hurt him or push him to do something.
“Buck me.” He simply stated, looking back at me. I positioned him in front of me where I slowly started pushing my cock into his ass. He was moaning and groaning, until I gave one final push, and thrust my shaft deep inside of him. He yelped and braced himself, digging his hooves into the ground while his tight warmth enveloped my dick. I started thrusting my hips, slowly at first, then faster and faster until I had both hands on his flanks, thrusting rapidly and deeply into him. There was an audible slapping sound of my balls smacking against his firm ass, while I leaned forward and threw my arms around his neck, gently kissing him on the neck, slowly working my way upwards until I dragged my tongue across his ear, and started gently nibbling at the tip, causing him to let out a long moan. He looked back at me, mouth hanging open as I dove my tongue inside, where I wrapped mine around his, tugging gently. We locked lips and my arms were tighter around him as I felt a warmth building in my crotch, causing me to thrust as fast and deep as I could, until finally the tension was too much and I squeezed load after load deep into him, causing him to let out a few muffled moans from between our lips. My hips slowed to a halt, where I tensed my legs up, and let one final thrust, pushing my balls firmly into his ass, squeezing the last bit of my load into him. I was leaning on him, after spending all of my energy, when he kissed me again and asked:
“I reckon it’s my turn?”
I snickered, and gently set him down on his back. I was greeted by his large, yellow, erect cock poking up from between his legs, dripping with pre-cum. I firmly grasped his ass and started licking the tip of it, quick, small licks at first, but soon I was running my tongue across the tip, and slowly down the shaft. I stopped at his balls, where I placed a few gentle kisses, before running my tongue all over them, and gently sucking the hot spheres into my mouth. I heard a few moans from him and felt his legs kicking slightly as I worked my tongue over them, and sucked as hard as I could. I pulled away, and planted kisses along his shaft, working all the way up, before placing a final peck at the tip and lowering my head over it, slowly easing it into my mouth. It tasted sweet, with a hint of sweat, dirt, and cum. I started moving my head up and down it slowly, just near the tip, before I started moving it faster and deeper, until I was ramming his hot rod down my throat as fast as possible. I did one final head movement, pulling his cock all the way in, to the base, where I felt his balls and cock pulsing and a warm gush of fluids went down my throat. I quickly pulled up, sucking every last bit of semen from his shaft and tip before swallowing the hot, salty goo. I coughed a few times, before Braeburn looked up at me with a smile
“Well that was... that was amazing! Did you really swallow it?” He exclaimed
“Spitters are quitters!” I said with a chuckle, before looking down at his still erect cock. “Wait... can you go another round?”
“Get over here” He added, gesturing next to him. I crawled over on my hands and knees while he stood in front of me, his cock staring me in the face. It was much different than human males’, with a flat tip instead of a rounded one. Before he walked behind me I pulled him in front of me and gave the tip a good licking, spreading the various fluids over it, in an attempt to lubricate it. He reared up on his hindlegs and wrapped his forelegs around my midsection, and gently pushed his cock into my ass. The light pushing didn’t cut it, so he tightened his grip around my midsection, and he pressed it even harder into my anus, hurting me a bit, and causing me to let out a small yelp.
“Are you okay?” He asked, pulling away.
“Mmmhmmm” I said through clenched teeth, bracing myself, and digging my hands into the sand. He started pushing lightly at first, then stood up straighter, and shoved his cock as hard as possible into my ass. I let out a shriek at first, feeling his girth penetrating and stretching my depths. His thick rod was pushing hard into my ass, and I rocked back and forth while he thrusted hard, sending deep moans from both of us echoing through the stillness of the barren landscape. My fingers curled into fists as he kept thrusting deeper and harder. He decided to return the favor, and leaned forward, tilting my head back where I planted my lips firmly against his, until he let out 3 final deep thrusts and came. I felt his hot, thick semen gushing deep inside of me, causing both of us to shout and moan before we collapsed on the ground in a heap.
I layed there, sprawled out on the sand, where I looked over to see Braeburn’s sweat dripping face smiling back at me, looking happier than I’ve ever seen him. I put my arm around him and started talking
“Braeburn?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
He rolled over onto my chest, so he laid there with my arms wrapped around his slightly damp, sweaty coat, staring up at me.
“Ah... Ah love you too.”
