Dear Fluttershy,
Thanks again for session we had back at your cottage. It was a really exhilarating experience that I won’t forget anytime soon. The way you handled the situation and talked to the wasps, I won’t lie, it makes me a little jealous. I want to see if I can’t tame the yellow jacket critters to let me approach their nest and handle them like you do. Do you have any tips that you can share with me?
Regards,
Braeburn
Dearest Braeburn,
I still dream about our time together. To sting and be stung with a partner is an exciting moment that I’ll cherish always. But, goodness, that’s quite the venture. Paper wasps are a little more docile than yellow jackets. You might have a more difficult time with them. Still, the best way to get to any insect’s heart is through their stomach. See if you can lay a plate of honey or sugar water by their nest every day. They’ll be used to your presence if you do. Just be sure to bring some aloe with you. You never know if they’ll attack.
Stay safe,
Fluttershy
Dear Fluttershy,
The first few days have been a little painful. I did what you recommended and laid a plate of honey near their nest every day up until now. However, they aren’t quite used to me yet. Some of the buggers really peppered me with a few of their stings. It ain’t on the rump, neither. Good news is, when ponies stop me on Appaloosa, they look at how I’m stung all over my body and don’t suspect a thing about me. I always say it was an accident and they move on. Gotta say, I know what it feels like to be you now, trying to hide away the marks. It can be a little daunting when ponies start to stare.
I’ll keep trying, though. Celestia knows that I’m gonna have my personal hive to play with, even if I end up sore every night.
Wish me luck,
Braeburn
Dear Braeburn,
I’m so sorry to hear that you got hurt in a bad way. I wish I could talk to them for you, but things have been really busy over in Ponyville. I’m on my way to Canterlot to help with a new type of bee that was discovered. I’ll let you know the next time I’m available to travel and come visit.
Honestly, I think you may have picked a bad time to try this. When Fall approaches, wasps of all kinds get more aggressive in their task of looking for food before winter hits. They may think that you aren’t giving them honey, but taking potential food away. That’s why they sting. Try to recover and don’t strain yourself too much.
Sincerely,
Fluttershy
Dear Fluttershy,
I did it! I finally did it! Fluttershy, your last letter gave me a great idea! If they are going to be in a stinging mood either way, why not direct them where to sting? You won’t believe how well they are cooperating with the honey I’m using. And, if I may be a bit forward with you, I always wanted to try a bit of food play.
Anyhoo, I got a friend coming over that’s going to be staying at my home for a little bit. He’s a member of the Wonderbolts, and he’s taking a bit of a vacation, on account of his sore wing. I hope to help him make a speedy recovery. Wait until he sees what I got in store for him.
Thanks for all the help,
Braeburn
“Gotta make a few finishin’ touches before he gets here.”
Pushing a broom across the floor, Braeburn swept around the living room of his humble abode to gather up the dust and dirt that followed him inside. He usually doesn’t clean up as much as he should but, when company is involved, he tried to looks his best. Of course, he had a very intimate relationship with this particular visitor, so the cleaning up is more of a courtesy than anything else. After gathering a small pile of dust on the floor, he swept the dust onto a pan and poured it into a wastebasket, just in time for a couple knocks to resonate from the door.
“Jus’ a second!” Braeburn yelled out, hoping for the pony on the other side to hear. He put away his broom and pan in a corner of the room and trotted his way over to the door. With a flick of the handle, he pulled the door open with a friendly smile across his face. The blueish white pegasus smiled back and waved his hoof slightly.
“Hey there, Brae! Sorry, I took so long to get here,” said Soarin. Braeburn opened the door a little wider and moved aside to let his best friend in.
“T’ain’t nothin’ ta worry about, Soarin. Least yer here safe n’ sound.” Soarin took the stallion’s invitation and walked inside the house after wiping his hooves on the welcome mat. Braeburn closed the door behind him.
“Mind if I just throw this anywhere?” Soarin’s wings extended to show the heavy saddle bag strapped to his back. Braeburn nodded his head. “Thanks!” he said as he lifted the bag off of himself and dropped it on the hardwood floor with a light thud. “Like I said, I coulda got here earlier, but my wing is on the fritz. So, I had to take the train.” Soarin then chuckled at the very thought of a skilled wonderbolt using anything but his wings to get around. “Man, the train! Could you believe it?”
Braeburn shook his head while he giggled a bit. “Shoot, ya still ain’t used to takin’ things slow, huh?”
“If I took things slow, you wouldn’t know how wild I can be.” Soarin raised an eyebrow while flashing a smirk. “Or, are you saying you don’t like our rodeo sessions, cowpony?”
Braeburn let out a hearty laugh at Soarin’s dirty talk. Soarin knew that Braeburn didn’t mind being a little rough on the handsome stallion. In fact, Braeburn always encouraged him to dominate him as much as he could. Braeburn is usually the pitcher in some cases but, with Soarin, he’s eager to play catcher and let him release all the tension and stress from his Wonderbolt training. Although Soarin loved to put Braeburn into submission, he’d never do anything to really hurt the gentle cowpony, and his willingness to hold back created a trusting bond between them.
“Ah, not one bit, ya ol’ stud.” Braeburn happily stated as he nudged Soarin’s chest with his elbow. The two chuckle a bit more until a rumbling sound emitted from the pits of Soarin’s stomach. The pegasus blushed as he put his hoof over it. “Ya must be starvin’ from the long trip over.” Braeburn turned around and walked towards the kitchen. “Ah got a special surprise fer ya in the kitchen.” He stopped in his tracks momentarily to await a reaction from Soarin. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Food was a good way to loosen the pegasus up for anything in mind, especially one specific dish.
Soarin lit up at the idea of food and, if he knew Braeburn well, he had his favorite. “Lemme guess!” he excitedly shouts as his wings spring up. “Apple pie?!”
Braeburn turns his head with a sly look towards Soarin. “Ain’t nothin’ but.”
Soarin whinnied and reared up ecstatically before sprinting behind Braeburn. The two entered the kitchen as the sweet smell of apple pie wafted into Soarin’s nostrils. He took a long whiff and licked his lips before pulling up a chair to sit on by the center table. Braeburn opened a few cupboards to whip out a knife, a spatula, and a plate, then took the utensils to the pie sitting on the stove. He cut a sizable portion of the pie and set on the plate, then picked up the plate with his mouth to serve it to Soarin. Braeburn gently sets the plate in front of the needy stallion, then pulled up a chair to sit across from the hungry pegasus. Soarin took no time to take the pie in his hoof and take a bite into it.
Thoughts raced through Braeburn’s head as he watched his friend eat. All the pieces are in place. His friend is happy, comfortable, and right beside him, his method of directing yellow jackets worked perfectly, and he’s played the scenario of how he would propose something new a million times in his head. But, the timing had to be right. It’s almost evening and the sun is going down at a steady pace. If he didn’t make his moves soon, the wasps would be asleep by the time they got to the nest.
Soarin, after finishing up what was left of the slice, laid back on the chair and exhaled a satisfying sigh. “Whew. You make the best apple pies, Braeburn. It must run in the family.” said Soarin.
Braeburn scooted his chair back to get up and walk around the table to Braeburn’s side. “Dang tootin’, Soarin. Ya can’t call yerself an Apple if ya can’t make a decent apple pie.” replied Braeburn as he approached Soarin, still sitting contentedly. Braeburn leaned his head lower towards Soarin’s neck as he gave the pegasus a small kiss. Soarin let out a giggle as his neck muscles twitched from the tickling of Braeburn’s lips and breath. The earth pony continued his assault, and landed a few more subtle kisses as he moved higher and higher to his cheek.
Soarin let out another giggle before turning his head to face Braeburn. He noticed how the stallion is tilting his head with a sultry look on his face. “Geez, Braeburn,” Soarin teased, “I didn’t even get comfortable yet and you’re already all over me.”
Braeburn leaned in closer as he gave a quick peck on the pegasus’s lips. “Well, Ah missed ya, Soarin. Is that a crime?” Soarin relaxed himself and allowed the needy earth pony to have his way. He planted a longer kiss on Braeburn as the two slowly embraced one another. Braeburn pulled slowly away from the kiss and leans in to nuzzle his head on Soarin’s neck. Soarin repaid the gesture by lifting Braeburn’s favorite stenson off his head, gently setting it beside the plate, and lovingly brushing his hoof across the cowpony’s rugged mane. Braeburn closed his eyes and braced himself for the next step as he felt Soarin’s hoof petting his head.
“Soarin, A-Ah got a bit of a confession ta’ make.” Braeburn shakingly whispered. Soarin responded to this new movement by gently pulling his head closer to his neck.
“What is it, you big lug?” Soarin whispered.
Braeburn began to sweat a little bit as a lump in his throat welled up. It was easier to admit this fetish to a pony that already had it, like Fluttershy, but he didn’t know how it would go with someone completely unfamiliar with it. “Ah-uh…” he tripped over his words for a second before continuing. “Ah found out recently that I have a new fetish.” Soarin laughed a bit and put his head on top of Braeburn’s.
“Is that all? You had me worried for a second there. What is it?”
This was it. The moment of truth. Braeburn whispered to himself to ease into this.
“It has to do with givin’ me a certain pain.”
“Like a spanking or...?”
“Sumthin’ like that, yeah. Only…”
Braeburn gulped and tightened his hug around Soarin.
“Ah’m sorry, Soarin,” Braeburn burrowed his forehead further into Soarin’s neck. “But I like to get stung.” Soarin slowly lifted his head off of Braeburn’s to look him in the eyes.
“Stung? Like…” Soarin stammered, trying to comprehend this new information. “A bee sting?”
“Wasps, actually.” Braeburn corrected. He broke eye contact and lowered his head down a bit. Soarin stared at his partner, dumbfounded at what he was told. Despite the confusion, however, he made a silent vow to not let this become an issue between the two of them. He knew that ponies had odd kinks. Foodplay was Soarin’s personal favorite, and Braeburn once indulged him in his fantasy by covering himself in pie crust and whipped cream. But, a question rang in his mind the loudest among all the others.
“Braeburn, I’m not going to judge you for this,” Soarin comforted. “It wouldn’t be right to do so if you say you enjoy it. But, I gotta ask. How long did you have this peculiar fetish?”
Braeburn summoned the courage to look his partner in the eyes again. “Well, er…” He stuttered a bit, trying to come up with a little white lie. He didn’t have the heart to tell him that Fluttershy, of all ponies, introduced this kink to him. He knew about her through Rainbow Dash, who would possibly harass her if she ever knew. “Ah sat on one poor lil’ paper wasp while Ah was tendin’ to mah orchard. Sucker spiked my rump sumthin’ fierce.” He let out a nervous chuckle while Soarin looked back silently, confused but intrigued. “Erm, anyway. After the shock went away, Ah found the burnin’ sensation of it on my butt to be a little…” Braeburn tried to find the words to describe his first encounter, but the only word he could find was “arousing”. He had no other flowery way to put it. He got his proverbial rocks off to the pain.
“Oh.” Soarin responded. That’s really all he could say at that point. The idea of being stung wasn’t appealing to him in the least. But, he silently listened as Braeburn continued.
Braeburn escaped Soarin’s embrace slowly as the turned his back towards Soarin. Without any warning, the stallion lifted his rump a little higher for his lover to get a better view. The sight of Braeburn’s toned, muscular butt caused Soarin’s wings to stand erect. “Ah wanted to know if it was a fluke or not, so Ah found a yella’ jacket nest and hovered my rump over their little entrance. See the stings?”
Soarin moved the stallions tail aside to get a better look at his damaged goods. He could see tiny lumps on Braeburn’s backside as he glided his hoof on his right cheek. He felt the bumps as Braeburn tensed up, releasing a small hiss. Soarin pulled his hoof away in response. Braeburn looked back at his concern partner and chuckled. “It’s ok, Soarin,” Braeburn assured. “Ah like it when ya rub my sore spots like that.”
Soarin couldn’t help but feel a little excited with being a bit rough to his mate, but a question was burning in his mind. “Are these old stings? How long do they take to heal?” he asked.
Braeburn laughed. “After a day. Those’re fresh ones.”
“Fresh?” Soarin grew more concerned over the safety of his partner. “This was recently?”
“Ah told ya. It’s become a full-blown fetish now.”
Soarin puts his hoof back on Braeburn’s butt cheek, rubbing it up and down as Braeburn’s tail whipped a flirty flick in response. “And you just let them sting you anywhere?” the pegasus asked.
Braeburn shakes his head. “Nuh-uh… Well, if Ah can help it, that is,” he answered. “Ah try to get ‘em to to attack my butt. That’s where it hurts the least and Ah get mah thrills through the adrenaline and pain all the same.”
“That can be tricky, I bet. They kinda attack anywhere that’s vulnerable.”
Braeburn pulled his rear away from Soarin, much to his short whine of protest, and headed towards the pantry to pull out a small jar of honey and a clean dipper stick. He placed them both on the counter and stepped aside to give Soarin a better look. “It used to be, but not anymore. Thanks to this little trick Ah’ve found.” Braeburn took the stick in his hoof and reached behind him. He circled the stick above his rump to simulate the act of pouring honey on him. “They like sweet things a lot, and they’ll fight t’ take it away from ya. When Ah pour honey on my backside, they land, lap it up, and sting the spot they’re on instinctively. They get a snack, an’ I get their venom. No one gets hurt except me!” Braeburn flashes a smile to emphasize the brilliance of his discovery.
Soarin found it a little humorous that Braeburn got a little excited when he said that no one but him would be hurt. Braeburn was always known for his caring heart of gold. He smiled back and laughed a bit. “Well,” Soarin chimed in, “if that’s what gets you off and you stay safe, I got no complaints.”
Braeburn gasped and quickly approached his mate. “Ya mean it! Really and truly?” he whinnied in joy.
“Yeah. I mean it,” Soarin said with a bit of relief that this subject is now past him.
“Great! Because Ah want us to go together to the hive and have ourselves a-”
“Whoa! Slow down!” Soarin interrupted, physically and emotionally reeling back his friend. “Look, that’s your fetish. Cool. I’m game. But, I’m not into that, ok?”
Braeburn’s ears dipped a bit when he said that. “Soarin. Ah…” He rubbed his foreleg with his other hoof nervously and looked away momentarily to find the words he was looking for. It seemed that Fluttershy’s mannerisms are rubbing off onto him. “Ah know it’s not yer thing. Trust me, Ah know that the idea of being stung is very scary.” He made eye contact with Soarin and took a step closer. “But, ya don’t have to get hurt. Ah promise you’ll be safe. I’m the one that’s gonna get stung. Not you.” Braeburn takes his lover’s hooves and holds them. “Ah just thought it would be fun ta, ya know…” Braeburn’s face blushed a light red as he moved his mouth closer to whisper. “Ah just thought it would be fun to have ya rut me while Ah get stung.”
Soarin paused and stared back at Braeburn with his mouth slightly open. His brain was quickly processing the situation that was in front of him, fighting every gut reaction to refuse Braeburn’s offer. While Soarin wasn’t completely terrified of wasps, he was still scared enough to not want to be close to them. Those little insects were unpredictable, no matter how well Braeburn thinks he had them trained. Soarin lifted his hoof to say something, but stopped himself before he could to give it another thought. Braeburn’s brow was sweating as his heart pumped nervously. He prepared for Soarin’s declined and hoped that, in a best case scenario, this doesn’t affect their relationship in any way.
“Trust is a two-way street,” Soarin finally piped up, catching Braeburn’s attention as his ears and eye perked upwards. “You’ve been so cooperative and understanding with all those times I’ve treated you rough. I’ve trusted that you’d say something if I had hurt you in any way, and you trusted me to never go beyond what you are capable of.” Soarin sighed and lowered his head to look at the floor. “But, I guess in a situation like this, that situation would be… reversed, you know?” Soarin looked into Braeburn’s eyes as he flashed him a trademark Wonderbolt smile. “I’ll trust you not to go over the top if you trust me to tell you when I’m uncomfortable. Deal?”
Braeburn, completely won over by his partner’s considerate answer, smiled as wide as his cheeks would allow before forcefully embracing Soarin around his hooves. “Thank you so much fer this, Soarin! I promise to stop if things go too crazy.” Soarin smiled as he wrapped his own forelegs around Braeburn, brushing his cheek against him.
After a moment of silently enjoying each other’s contact, Soarin asked “So, where’s the hive at?”
“Let me grab some essentials n’ Ah’ll show ya.”
Braeburn unfurled and setted a large picnic blanket on the ground, covering up a patch of dry grass and dirt for more comfortable sitting, standing, and whatever else the two stallions had in mind. Soarin looked around the area surrounding the picnic blanket. There were some Autumn-stricken trees that surrounded them that dropped leaves at a consistent rate, as the desert wind hit both the branches and the manes of the ponies. The environment was a mix of both fertile and barren dirt, growing in some areas and more clear on others. By the trees, however, Soarin could hear a slight buzzing noise that sent a slight chill. Squinting at the nest’s general direction, he can see that the wasps were buzzing to and fro from the opening in the ground. The blanket’s position was far enough not to disturb the hive, but close enough to see the yellow jackets’ location.
Soarin let out a gasp when a wasp buzzed by his ear. He reeled back a bit away from the hive as Braeburn stifled a chuckle. “Ah used to be the same way. Ah thought that ah wouldn’t be caught dead messin’ with those varmints,” said Braeburn as he reached his foreleg around his friend’s neck to pull him closer. “But Ah promise that no harm’ll come ta you. They’ll be too busy stinging mah sweet ass to bother ya~” For some reason, Braeburn’s words helped Soarin cast a bit of his fears aside and get into the mood a bit. He stared at Braeburn’s backside as the cowpony flaunted it while walking toward the picnic basket. When Braeburn was hovering above the basket, he lowered his upper body to grab onto the handle with his mouth and put his ass as high in the air as he possibly could. He curled his tail upwards to completely show off his toned buttocks and puckered hole to Soarin, who stared deeply into his partner’s rump with growing arousal. Soarin’s member started to exit from his sheath and hang flaccidly as Braeburn returned to Soarin with the basket of goodies.
“Gettin’ excited already? Heh. I know what gets ya goin’,”
“Can you blame me when you’re blatantly shoving that beautiful ass in my face, ready to be pounded by one of the fastest flyers in Equestria?” asked Soarin with a smug look on his face. His rod was twitching to the idea of rutting the cowpony here and now.
“Hold yer horses, speed demon. There’s just one thin’ ya gotta do first.”
Braeburn opened the basket and pulled out a jar of honey and a dip stick to place right in front of Soarin. The ace flyer reached down to unscrew the lid and access the sweet gold within, while Braeburn turned around to give his partner as much access to his rear as he needed. Soarin circled the stick inside the jar to gather as much of the honey as possible, gazing lovingly at the beautiful, strong rump that swayed ever so slightly at the thought of it being covered with something other than his lover’s release.
“Go liberal with that stuff, ya hear? Ah wanna send them wasps a clear message on where t’ go,” stated Braeburn. Soarin carefully hovered the stick above his partner’s left cheek. The honey drizzled itself on the top of Braeburn’s rump, coating it his fur with its thick and syrupy glaze. Soarin couldn’t help but be excited about covering his friend’s butt with the stuff. He circled the stick in jar again to get another helping to spill all over. The honey slowly oozed down Braeburn’s leg, crawling to a stop as each drop sticks to the strands of fur. Soarin leaned in close to smell the combined scent of honey and the apples from Braeburn’s orchid. He so desperately wanted to take a taste of his boyfriend’s sweet flanks. However, much to Soarin’s shock, a yellow jacket swooped in to take a taste first. He reeled back with a gasp as he witnessed the bug crawling on Braeburn’s rump, going to where the scent of honey is the strongest.
“Now, now. Don’t do anythin’ hasty, Soar,” assured Braeburn with a slightly shaky voice, “Jus’ let ‘im have his fill.” Beads of sweat started to form on Braeburn’s forehead as he felt the wasp stop to lap up honey for itself. Soarin leaned in a little closer again to get a better look at the critter. He was amazed and almost impressed that Braeburn was calm enough to let the little runt have free reign over his partner’s butt. In a way, he felt a little jealous. Braeburn decided to break the tension a bit with a fact he learned from Fluttershy. “S-so, did ya know these worker wasps are predators? They kill pests t’ bring ‘em back to their young at the hive and, when the larva gets its fill, it secretes a nectar t’ feed the wasp in return!” Braeburn turned his head to smile at his partner, who is keeping an eye on the wasp. “Ain’t nature funny that way?”
“U-uh huh,” nervously replied Soarin. He watched in horror as the yellow jacket responded to the movement of Braeburn’s tail by curling its abdomen. A stinger protruded from the tip and make its way downward.
“Well, I kinda feel a bit bad fer cuttin’ the middle stallion and givin’ the wasps a sweet treat directly, but I thiiieeeEEYAH!” Soarin shivered a bit at the sight of the wasp sticking its stinger deep inside the cowpony’s rump. Braeburn breathed through his teeth and blew a blast of air back out of his nostrils, stomping his left hoof on the ground once and momentarily holding his breath. The toxic formula poured from the wasp’s stinger deep inside, as the muscles in his leg involuntarily twitched as a response from the burning feeling underneath the skin of his backside. Content with the damage done and the food in its system, the wasp retracted its dagger and flew off. Soarin grew more and more concerned about his mate, thinking that this was all a bad idea to begin with. However, Soarin quickly noticed that something slipped out between Braeburns legs, growing harder over time until it reached a full erection. Braeburn’s pained grunts faded into a deep moan as his shaft instinctively hit the underside of his own belly. Soarin couldn’t believe it at first, but it seemed Braeburn was right all along. To his amazement, his partner was being aroused by insect stings.
Braeburn let a light chuckle escape from his breath as shook off the initial shock. He glanced behind him with a grin to get a good look at Soarin’s priceless expression. “H-Heh, don’t worry about me none, fly-boy,” Braeburn said with a smug expression. “The first sting is always the one that kicks the hardest.” Braeburn glanced between his partner’s legs and licked his lips at the sight of Soarin’s growing length. “Ah kin see that this is excitin’ for ya, too.”
Soarin’s cheeks turned red as his dick hit his own belly in response. As much as he hated to admit it, there was something very hot about his partner taking a stinger like that and shaking it off as nothing. He always saw himself as the hotshot daredevil of the two, flying at high speeds and doing dangerous stunts in the air in his work. However, there was something so hot about seeing Braeburn, the sweetest, friendliest stallion he’s ever met, play with danger in his own unique way and getting aroused over it. “J-just get over here, you reckless slice of apple pie,” Soarin said, attempting to sweet talk.
Braeburn slowly turned and walked over to Soarin, locking eyes with him as he planted his lips on his mate’s. Soarin leaned forward in response to the kiss and turned his head to open his mouth a little wider to cover as much of Braeburn's mouth as possible. Taking this as an invitation, Braeburn did the same and slipped his tongue down his partner’s mouth to lock tongues with Soarin. Both their tongues lathered each other’s and danced between their mouths. Sounds of saliva and moans of intimacy escaped from both of them as another wasp landed on Braeburn’s rump during their makeout session. The little bug filled up honey before responding with a stinger in Braeburn’s cutie mark. A much louder moan erupted in response from the sting from Braeburn’s throat, vibrating the mouth of his partner. Though he was pained, the sensation drove him to be more aggressive in his kissing, pushing his head towards Soarin’s. When the wasp dislodged his stinger, Braeburn and Soarin pulled away from each other. A string of shared saliva was hanging off their tongues before dripping onto the picnic blanket below them.
“I sure did feel that one. You ok?” asked Soarin.
“Shoot, that was the best kiss I’ve ever had in mah life. Th’ sting only made it more intense,” proclaimed Braeburn as naughty thoughts raced in his mind. “Now then, why don’tcha sit down and lemme take care of ya.” Soarin couldn’t help but oblige as he sat on his butt, leaned back, and spread his hind legs apart. Braeburn’s eyes locked on to Soarin’s length, standing at attention, as he lower his to head to give the tip a small kiss. A bit of pre latched on to Braeburn’s lips as he kissed it again and again. He stopped to lick the cum off of his lips as Soarin’s member twitched in anticipation. After glancing at Soarin’s eyes and flashing a winning smile, he slowly lowered his head and enveloped the tip inside his mouth. His partner’s cock tasted so good to him, and he swore he could taste a little bit of his apple pies. He slathered the head with is tongue, tasting as much of his partner as he could, before lowering his head further down. Soarin groaned in pleasure as he closed his eyes and let the feeling of Braeburn’s mouth wash over him. His head laid back as the sounds of nature mix in with the sound of Braeburn’s mouth stroking his shaft. The wind danced in the branches, leaves would crinkle and crunch, and the sound of wasps buzzed on from the distance. The buzzing brought about a new thought in Soarin’s mind, wishing for his mate to be stung again during the blowjob.
Luckily for the both of them, another wasp landed on top of Braeburn’s right buttock, closer to his tail. The movement of the tail flicking instinctively high in the wind spooked the wasp before it claimed its share of honey, and thrust its stinger deep, hitting the muscles connecting the haunch to the dock. The initial sharpness of the sting drove Braeburn wild as he quicken in pace in response. Another pained, sharp groan escaped from Braeburn, vibrating in his mouth and hitting the length of Soarin inside him. The vibrations made Soarin gasp as he instinctively thrusted a bit deeper in the cowpony’s maw. Braeburn took the sudden insertion like a champ as he held his head down, washing Soarin’s cock in spit while moaning at at the pain of the venom spreading near his tail.
After a brief period of Braeburn enjoying Soarin’s tip in his throat, he slowly lifted his head until the member exited his mouth. Goblets of spit lubricated the member down to its medial ring, as Braeburn added a bit more to the tip with a slow, sensual lick. Soarin moaned and moved his head forward, watching as his partner slowly approached and positioned his hoof on his chest. Soarin took Braeburn’s nonverbal cue and laid back until his back on flat on the blanket. Braeburn hovered over him with his own boner twitching in front of Soarin’s face, as the cowpony lowered his head and give his nose a quick peck. “Ah know ya like to get me from behind, Soarin, but I gotta give th’ wasps somewhere t’ land,” said Braeburn as he positioned his butt above Soarin’s length. “Are ya enjoyin’ yerself?”
Soarin chuckled and smiled back at his lover. “Yeah. Just remember that you’re always able to call it quits before you get into too much trouble,” reminded Soarin. Braeburn took this as a challenge and responded by lowering his hindquarters until his taint came into contact with the tip of Soarin’s twitching rod. A bit of adjustment forward allowed the cowpony to align the well-lubricated head to make contact with the anticipating puckered hole. When Braeburn got into a comfortable position, he slowly lowered himself, easing the head to stretch the anus and pass through inside of him. He groaned as that first bit of pain passed through him in allowing Soarin entry, but it still paled in comparison to the few aching welts that dotted his buttocks. Besides, he knew the resulting pleasure to follow would be well worth the effort, and the pain of the stingers to come would make the experience all the more thrilling. It was also worth seeing the look on Soarin’s face as Braeburn’s colon walls hugged around the top of his cock. A simple sigh of pleasure was enough from his partner was enough of a sign for Braeburn to continue lowering himself slowly.
Behind him, he can hear the sound of three or so yellow jackets buzzing about, orbiting around his backside as he delicately sank deeper. It seemed that the agitating smell of the alarm pheromones mixed with a cocktail of the sweet smell of honey was too irresistible for the insects. Braeburn knew that, once more stings were added to the mix, his rump would attract even more to the party. That was just dandy with him as he leaned forward and lifted his tail, shaking his rump to tease the little pokers. “Y’all want a piece a’ this, don’tcha? Come and git it!” taunted Braeburn.
“I-I’m kinda jealous of the fact that they get to-” Soarin interrupted himself to moan as Braeburn lifts himself up. “T-to share your ass with me. Is that weird?” asked Soarin.
“Weird?” Braeburn chuckled at the thought. “I dunno. Is it weird that I’m rootin’ for these fellers to hurt me bad?” He gasped as he felt the tickle of two seperate wasps landing on both of his cheeks. One was dead center on the left, and another was hanging from the bottom edge of his right. One sting made Braeburn inhale sharply, followed by a sharp “Ah!” as the second one jabbed its sting inside him almost immediately after. “T-that’s it! That’s the stuff~” The burning venom instinctively tensed Braeburn up as he clenched his colon around Soarin’s mast, hugging it tight. At first, the sudden tight feeling constricting Soarin’s cock surprised him with a slightly uncomfortable sensation. But, after a bit of readjustment on Braeburn’s part, the feeling of him squeezing his boner actually felt more intimate than the movement itself. After taking a brief moment to relax his muscles again, Braeburn let out a small cheer as he continued with his special brand of apple-buckin’.
He quickened his pace slightly, rhythmically bouncing up and down to massage Soarin with his insides. His buttocks ached with each passing second as the venom burned his muscles with each thrust. However, the pain was slightly overshadowed by the pleasure of Soarin’s rod hitting his prostate in all the right places. His own member twitched every time Soarin rubbed the sweet spot. He recalled back to when Fluttershy sucked him off when he was helping her ease the tensions of the wasps near her cottage. Although it felt great, it was nothing compared to the feeling of having somepony close inside him, rutting him senseless as he took in more punishment. Then, Braeburn’s face lit up as he remembered another part of his visit. “S-Soarin!” he called out.
“Oh, yeah,” sighed Soarin, “I love it when you shout my name~”
“N-no, listen. Ah want- ah -you to do somthin’ fer me.”
“W-what, babe?”
“I wantcha to…” Braeburn got lost in the moment temporarily until another wasp dived in and stung him on left flank, sending a shock back into reality. “Argh! Ah want ya t’ dab some o’ that honey on my dick!”
Soarin stared at Braeburn with disbelief in his face, processing what he said in the heat of the moment. “Wha… What?”
“J-just a dab. On the base, not the head. Ah done it before, so don’t worry. Ah can take it!”
At that moment, Soarin thought he was nuts. Braeburn’s ass is one thing; he knew it could take a beating. But, his dick? That’s asking for a new level of pain. Still, something compelled him to open the jar again and drizzle a bit of honey on the top of his member, above the medial ring. It must have been either trust or a slight desperation of Braeburn to just keep going afterwards. He can feel it building up inside him, ever so slowly. He gingerly grabbed on to Braeburn’s cutie marks with both of his hooves, after he put the honey away again, and quickened the pace to the point where he mindlessly thrusted up with reckless abandon. The sudden speed surprised Braeburn, as well as other wasps feeding on his rump. They were compelled to sting again, sending a shock of pain to mix with the excitement of pumping his mate underneath. The constant strokes on his prostate made Braeburn feel like he was about to blow at any second.
As Soarin watched as Braeburn’s fully erect cock bounced up and down in the rhythm of the rutting, he saw that a single wasp barely managed to land on Braeburn’s cock. Braeburn can feel its legs walking on it, too, and anticipated for the immense pain to shoot through while taunting at the little bug.
“Ahh~! Ya want some a’ this? Do it, ya little devil! Sting it! Sting it!”
Braeburn’s words echoed in the late evening sky. Although the wasp didn’t truly understand him, the motive was delivered quite clearly. Unlike the queen of the wasps that stung it before, this soldier wasn’t delicate in its insertion. A quick and forceful jab penetrated through the sensitive skin and dug its way down to the muscle. The resulting pain made Braeburn let out a long shout in agony, as the venom spread through his erect member. When the wasp dislodged from his aching dick, it violently twitched upwards repeatedly, begging for a release. Soarin couldn’t hold it back any longer. Each thrust drew him to the brink as audible sounds of his hips hitting Braeburn’s butt drowned out everything else around him. He desperately wanted to blow his load inside of him while adrenaline and ecstacy was pumping through the both of them.
“Braeburn! I’m gonna cum!” announced Soarin as he thrusted towards the finish.
“Aaargh,” groaned Braeburn, “Ah’m cummin’, too…” A wave of overwhelming pleasure washed over him as he felt his balls getting ready to unload its contents all over. The sensation of his sperm shooting through and out of his member felt both fantastic and agonizing as the venom strained his muscles every time he shot. The first thick rope of white seed shot over Soarin’s head, landing in the grass behind him, while the rests of the blasts landed on Soarin’s face and mane. Soarin paid no mind to this, as he was busy coating his partner’s insides with load after load of his own cum. The two bathed in the afterglow of their combined orgasms, breathing heavily while slowly looking in each other’s eyes.
After relishing the feeling of his partner inside him for a little while longer, Braeburn slowly lifted himself up from Soarin’s spent and flaccid rod. His own member slowly and painfully retracted in to his sheath as Soarin’s flared head slided out of Braeburn’s gaping tailhole. Semen leaked out as his gaping anus, twitching and closing slowly to its usual pucker. Braeburn collapsed on the picnic blanket beside Soarin. Now that the moment has passed, he can feel every aggravating welt that was planted on to him. However, he didn’t care; it was a small price to pay for an orgasm that was more intense than normal. Braeburn slowly turned Soarin, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek for a job well done. As a droplet of seed splashed on Soarin’s snout, the speedster crossed his eyes to look at his nose before chuckling a bit.
“Ya need to get yourself cleaned up, bronco. Yer a bit of a sticky mess”, said Braeburn.
Soarin rolled his eyes looked at Braeburn with a smug grin. “Calling the kettle black there, honey butt.”
Author's Note
This story is the best gift I could give TheVClaw for supporting me. I never wrote gay smut before, but I hope that those that like it like this story, too. Who knows? Maybe it will inspire others to write more like this?
