Choking Hazard
“Hey, Dusk?” Rainbow Blitz called out, his raspy baritone reverberating off the hallway walls stretched before him. Before long, the echoes faded to muddled nothingness leaving him alone once more in silence.
The greens, blues, and purples of the crystalline walls all blended together whenever he found himself walking through the Friendship Castle. A lack of furnishing throughout the castle left everything looking the same—which mostly meant he quickly lost his way in the labyrinth that was the upper floors. Hallways stretched on for ages until abruptly ending at a clone of the last, repeat ad nauseum. Coincidentally, that had been his situation for the last ten minutes.
He soon drew closer to the end of his sixth in a series of absurdly long hallways, Blitz scowled as another hall came into view. “I swear to the sun, if this is another hallway I don’t recognize, I’m going to—” When he rounded the corner, his eyes widened. A table stood against the wall—a wooden table and not one made of crystal. His ears that had been flat against his head since the third hallway sprung to life.
As His eyes trailed further down where he found a painting. “Jackpot!” he said to nobody with a pump of his hoof into the air. Chest puffed out, he took a step in the furnished direction. After all, non-crystal features meant someone used this section of the castle. And since Dusk wasn’t downstairs, he was most likely in his room.
But as Blitz passed one door, in particular, his now proudly standing ears caught a sound. Immediately he came to a stop, ears rotating to catch it once more. From the door he stood next to, he caught another muffled noise. It almost sounded like hacking or someone throwing up, like Elusive’s cat did on occasion. Blitz looked at the offending door and cocked an eyebrow.
“Dusk?” he asked, pushing the door opened. Normally he would have knocked. Blitz should have knocked. This was his friend’s home, so who knew what he would find on the other side of the door. But, as he momentarily posed that quandary, he reasoned such a noise was not a knock worthy noise. Maybe Dusk was sick and needed some help.
“Hey, dude, I was stopping by to see if you had a—” When the door opened, Blitz recoiled and immediately covered one eye. “Whoa!” he blurted. “Didn’t mean to walk in on you—” With his uncovered eye, Blitz scanned the scene. Dusk lay against his closet, a belt tied around his neck, and a jizz trail splattered between his hind legs. As his eyes trailed up, he noticed a softening black dock twitch as it slowly slithered back into his sheath.
Blitz pulled his hoof down from his eye. “Should’ve told me you were jerking it, dude.”
Dusk only relinquished a gag.
“Not that I care. You’ve walked in on me.” Blitz turned his eyes to the side, his gaze falling under the bed. “I’ve seen your belt and some other stuff too when I’ve been over, so it’s not like I’m too surprised.”
Another hack, followed by a strained gasp.
“We’re good friends, right?” Blitz gave a nervous smile to Dusk, kicking a foreleg as he did. “What’s a little walking in on one another blowing a load between friends—speaking of, sorry, again, about your book, I, uh…” Blitz stared at Dusk, frantically thrusting a hoof towards his neck. It was almost like Dusk was speaking to him.
“Yeah, dude. I see you’re into choking yourself. I’m trying to tell you I’m cool with it.” Blitz rolled his eyes. “I heard it’s like some next level orgasm shit, but I’m not trying it because—”
A throaty groan cut off Blitz. Dusk now shook his head but kept pointing at the belt.
Blitz looked down at the spent load on the floor, then flicked his gaze back up to Dusk. “You look kinda done, dude. You sure you want me to leave you alone?” Slowly, he leaned towards the doorway, lifting a hoof to take a step outside.
Dusk’s eyes shot opened wide, and again he thrashed, shaking his head as hard as he could with the binding.
Tapping his chin, Blitz cocked an eyebrow. “You alright, Dusk?”
Another groan, with the same head shaking and frantic gestures towards the makeshift noose.
“Are you legit choking to death right now?”
Dusk threw his arms up in the air. Tears formed in his eyes as he nodded, gagging with each downstroke of his head.
After one last tap of his chin, Blitz stopped his hoof mid-air. The gagging, the not using his words, the lack of common decency to cover his shame—it all made sense now, and that sense came crashing down on Blitz like a two-ton pile of bricks. “Oh, crap! I must look like the biggest asshole to not notice you’re dying there, dude! I’m sorry!” He smacked his hoof against his forehead.
Dusk clenched his jaw, sloppy choking noises clawing their way out through his pinched throat and closed teeth.
“Right, right!” Blitz unfurled his wings and flapped once, boosting his leap over the stray cum ropes strewn across the floor. The smell caught his nose, which was odd. It wasn’t his first time smelling cum, but he scrunched his muzzle at the stench. A nasty sensation crept across his fur, like being covered in snot, as the odor crawled across his skin.
But before he could gag, Blitz shook that thought loose and put his mind to the task at hoof. He leaned in, inspecting the belt-noose around Dusk’s neck. After a few seconds, Blitz silently nodded, his eyes growing wide as a realization sunk in. This wasn’t like any belt he had ever seen. Ponies didn’t use belts, usually, so Blitz wasn’t too familiar with the contraption used to hold it in place. It was sturdy, flexible, but not stretchy material in a flattened rope-like shape with bored holes weaved through a metal loop. Easy enough to get out, until Blitz noticed a small hiccup. A metal rod skewered the belt's body and held it firmly in place against the metal band, which meant pulling wouldn’t work.
Tapping with the tip of his hoof, Blitz prodded the metal rod, but it didn’t budge. A frown grew as he continued prodding, but his hoof simply slipped over the polished metal surface rather than getting any sort of leverage under it. After a few attempts, a gurgle from Dusk caused Blitz’s hoof to slip and poke the other stallion in his jaw. “I can’t get this thing off, Dusk! Hooves can’t get under this thing!” he snapped, glaring back into the judgemental eyes of his choking friend.
“Do you have anything for me to cut this thing off you?”
Almost like a frog ribbiting, Dusk croaked out the barely understandable word “kitchen.”
Drawing in a deep breath, Blitz stared at the open door. The haunting image of twisting, samey hallways taunted him like a wartime flashback. Suddenly, he snapped himself out of it with a shake of his head. “I’ll get lost if I leave here…”
Dusk’s eyes went wide.
Blitz swallowed the pooling saliva in his mouth, eyes quivering with sheer terror. His friend’s imminent demise and him being powerless to stop it weighed down his thoughts. No doubt about it, Dusk was a goner if Blitz left the room. Tapping his chin, Blitz pondered a way to break the belt without a knife or scissors—perhaps snapping it some way. He just needed something that could stretch the belt opened enough. As he stared at his friend, he noticed Dusk’s dick still slowly slinking its way back into its sheath. Just then a light bulb clicked and a small smirk spread across the pegasus' face.
“Dusk, if I leave you here, you’re going to die…” Blitz stared into his friend's eyes with raw determination.
Dusk glared back, nodding his head and managing a loud, “mmhmm!”
“But to save your life, I have an idea crazy enough to work.”
What started as frustrated panic on Dusk’s face morphed to sheer dread.
“All I have to do is throat fuck you until the belt breaks.”
Dusk shook his head, letting out a clearly audible “Hm-mh!”
“I know it’s crazy, Dusk, but it’s the only way!”
“Hm-mh!” Dusk moaned again.
“You got any better ideas?”
The panicked alicorn searched his bedroom but found nothing immediately lifesaving. If there had been, surely he’d have used it by now. Dusk pinched his eyes shut and silently nodded.
“So throat fuck you to save your life, right?” Blitz leaned back, putting up his hooves in defense for a possible violent backlash.
Dusk nodded again.
Dropping one hoof and raising another to indicate the number one. “H-hold on.” Just then Blitz flapped his wings again. Leaping over his friend’s spent load once more, he landed in front of Dusk’s dresser. There, he grabbed some paper the alicorn had laying around. Once in hoof, he rushed over to Dusk’s desk, snatching the quill up using his mouth. He then scribbled something down posthaste and spat out the quill. Scooping both it and the paper up in his hoof, he rushed back to Dusk. “Okay, so this doesn’t fall back on me, would you sign this real quick?” he asked, presenting the scrap parchment and quill to his confused and still quite choking-to-death friend.
Eyes wide, Dusk pointed to the belt around his neck once more.
“I know, but this is important.” Blitz curved his wing to look at the sheet. “Basically just says ‘I, Dusk Shine, give permission to you, Rainbow Blitz, to throat fuck me in an effort to save my life,’ because I don’t want to be accused to rape when this is done, man.”
Without warning, Dusk lunged forward, forelegs outstretched and aimed at Blitz’s neck. But before he made it far, he flopped backwards into his closet door when the belt drew tight. Though it didn’t stop him from flailing his limbs until he was red in the face.
“Come on, Dusk!” Blitz narrowed his eyes, punctuating the seriousness of the issue. “Consent is important, and since you can’t give verbal, written is what I need.”
Slamming his hooves on the floor, Dusk only mouthed the words “fuck you” since he couldn’t manage the sounds.
In turn, Blitz turned his nose up at the stallion. “Dude, working, living, and showering with a co-ed team, I had to take a class on this with the Wonderbolts. I need a clear, affirmative response before engaging in any sexual acts with another sentient being. Otherwise, it’s rape, and that means jail time.”
Before Blitz even looked back at his wing, something slammed down on it. Turning his gaze, he found the paper and quill resting there with a sloppily, yet somehow still legibly written “Dusk Shine” on the less-than-straight line. Blitz smiled when he saw the signature.
Still boasting that pleased smile, he then dropped the paper on the floor. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I like some scented candles to set the mood,” he said, looking around for another moment before flailing out of the corner of his eye drew his attention once more.
A bestial roar erupting from Dusk’s throat told Blitz he was not, in fact, getting his candles.
He held up a hoof, shielding Dusk from his line of sight for a moment. “Fine, fine. Let me just have a second to get hard and down I’ll go, aright?”
Blitz sat back and gingerly pressed a hoof to the base of his sheath. Slowly, he ran from the base by his balls up to the tip, and then back down. Just enough pressure put down he felt his cock stiffening. Soon another jolt ran through his loins, launching itself straight to the tip of his still covered dick.
But just as Blitz’s cockhead peaked free from its home, a sudden gag made it shrink back. Blitz looked to the side to see Dusk pointing at his opposite wrist. “Look, dude, I know your life's on the line and all, but rushing me to get hard ain’t going to work.” He ran his eyes up and down Blitz, cocking an eyebrow. “I mean, I’m not exactly into dudes really, so all I’ve got to work with is a domming power trip here. Cut me some slack.”
Dusk simply glared for a moment before rolling his hoof for Blitz to continue.
And continue Blitz did. With each subtle stroke along his sheath, something inside stiffened. Thoughts of forcing his cock down his helpless friend’s throat—filling Dusk’s esophagus until that belt snapped—were all he focused on. But was that gay? No. This wasn’t a gay blowjob. This was use or even necessity. His dick grew, poking free from his sheath. He had to fuck Dusk’s throat to save his life, and any pleasure he got was more like masturbation. Blitz nodded to himself. Yeah, that’s what it was.
He peaked from his pinched eyes, finding his cock at full mast. He gave a small nod at his stallionhood—since it was being such a trooper and totally wasn’t hard because he was mere moments from fucking another dude’s face—and looked back, finding Dusk now eyeing his member. “You ready?”
Dusk stared wide-eyed for a moment, the—seemingly—massive girth and length of Blitz’s cock now a reality reflected on his face. Even if Blitz was average in size, which there wasn’t any way to know without a ruler on hoof, it still looked impossibly large. After all, average when seen from above and average when it was ramming down his throat were definitely two different averages, no matter how he sliced it.
Finally, Dusk gave a small nod, and slowly opened his mouth. Through his squeezed windpipe, he sucked in what little air he could.
The pegasus hopped up with his forelegs against the closet door. He lined his cock up with Dusk’s mouth, giving small thrusts until a warm, wet ring manifested around the head. Blitz swallowed, and said, “no homo,” before nudging his hips forward. With that small push, his entire crown slipped inside Dusk’s mouth, forcing the alicorn’s jaw wider.
Head snugly placed inside Dusk’s mouth, Blitz let out a low sigh. Part of him feared another stallion’s mouth would feel weird or gross, but it was quite the contrary. Dusk’s mouth felt about the same as any mare’s. Its confines were warm, wet, a little more spacious if he had to pin down something, but still quite nice. The fact it felt good around his dick meant something rather important for this plan—he could continue. His dick was rock hard despite fucking a dude’s mouth.
Rocking back and forth, he slipped ever deeper into Dusk’s mouth. Each little buck of his hips forced more of his dick passed the stallion’s lips. As he thrust, the underside glided across Dusk’s tongue, sending a delightful tingle up Blitz’s shaft. Inch by inch, he coated his cock in his best friend’s plentiful saliva. Whenever he drew out, it brought a painful chill across his slickened flesh. The biting cold only spurred him back in once more until he was as deep in Dusk’s mouth as he could go.
When his medial ring pressed against Dusk’s lips, Blitz let out a sweet, higher-than-normal pitched moan. He looked down, meeting Dusk’s teary and pained eyes. “Get as much air as you can, dude,” he warned.
Dusk wheezed, sucking in as much air as could through his pinched throat.
After a moment, Blitz closed his eyes tight and took two small steps forward. Moving closer to the closet door forced Dusk’s head up with Blitz’s cock still buried inside. This was it. He pulled out a mere inch and then thrust his length forward. In an instant, the medial ring popped Dusk’s lips open. But he didn’t stop, pushing forward until he force-fed the alicorn the rest of his dick. For a moment, when he felt his balls against his friend’s lower jaw, Blitz paused.
Any reservations Blitz had melted in Dusk’s throat. This sold it. Every inch of his cock was enveloped in a tight, warm, writhing flesh sandwich, squeezed down around his head by the belt. With his cheek against the closet door, Blitz breathed slow, basking in the sensations. His cock throbbed as another jolt raced through him.
Dusk gagged, tapping Blitz’s thigh with a hoof.
“Sorry, bro.” Blitz blinked rapidly, pulling himself out of Dusk’s throat, and resting in his mouth. “Still on there?” After another wheeze, and tap against his leg, Blitz nodded. “Down again. This time I’m not stopping, alright, dude?”
Blitz repositioned his hind legs and pushed off the closet door, more like he was mounting. With his legs in position, he thrust forward again, this time with a little less resistance from Dusk. Towards the end of his thrust, he felt a small hiccup, The belt around Dusk’s throat, put up a small fight, but the stallion’s esophagus relented. That was the spot he needed to focus on. Not that he was complaining. As his cockhead slipped through the tight passage Dusk’s makeshift noose made, a sweet jolt rippled through his lower body again.
So, he pulled out slightly, his cock struggling to slip free from the squeezed passage. But when it did, another euphoric surge rippled through him. He pushed deep once more, slipping past the bottleneck again, his hind leg shaking as he did. Fucking Dusk’s throat was way better than he imagined—not that he imagined it would be awful, but this was fantastic. Each thrust made his cock flex for joy. If another stallion felt this good, Blitz may have to rethink his sexual preferences.
But despite his persistent humping, the belt held strong.
Another tap on his hind legs told him Dusk needed air, but there was no way he could stop. He was so close. Too close. Blitz thrust as deep as he could, pressing Dusk’s head against the closet door and burying the stallion’s snout in his crotch. The slick, meaty passage around his cock tightened, not just from Dusk panicking, but specifically around his head. When he pulled out, this time, it was harder.
Blitz’s cockhead flared right in the pincer. If this didn’t do it, nothing would. His dick flexed as much as it could, engorging his dick to its fullest as a white haze washed over him. Sucking in a deep breath, Blitz reared back and blasted his load. He didn’t even pull out. The first stream flexed his head further, and perhaps the cum shooting through his urethra was the tiniest little push it needed, but suddenly he heard a loud snap. He opened his eyes, catching a fading purple light below him, but he didn’t care. A swell of heat and pleasure rippled through his whole body as he shot his first spurt right down Dusk’s throat, letting out a loud moan as he did.
Again, another tap on his thigh told him to move, and somehow it registered through the mental haze. Blitz fought his instinct to bury his dick in the warmth as he unloaded his load into his friend’s stomach, and pushed back from the door. With a loud pop, his cock slipped all the way out of Dusk’s throat. Just as he left Dusk’s lips though, he fired off another spurt, getting some in Dusk’s mouth and spraying the rest all over the alicorn’s face.
Now that Blitz was finally free from his throat, Dusk held where the belt had been, gasping desperately for air as another jizz stream landed on his mane and cheek. Blitz finished, unloading a fourth and fifth spray of cum on Dusk’s face, but the alicorn was too busy catching his breath to care about the bukkake.
“Shit!” Blitz said between breaths. “I can’t believe that worked!”
For a moment, Dusk stared at him through watery, bloodshot eyes. Without saying a single word, he wiped some of the cum from his muzzle. He then glanced down at the leather belt and picked it up with his magic. “Thanks, Blitz,” Dusk muttered with a raspy tone.
Blitz looked, too, finding the belt snapped with almost scissor-like precision just before the metal loop. But suddenly something struck him as odd. The cut was clean. Too clean. Something snapping should leave a rough edge, or so he thought. His eyes ran along the length as he tapped his chin, meeting Dusk’s magical grip along the way.
Suddenly Blitz’s ear twitched. “Wait. You can use your magic?” His eye followed suit and twitched. “Why didn’t you just free yourself in the first place?” When Blitz turned his gaze to Dusk, he found the stallion glaring at him.
“You scared the crap out of me!” Dusk blurted out.
“What?” Blitz scratched the back of his head. Immediately, he ran through what Dusk was referring to. Maybe scared him that he wouldn’t save him in time, or perhaps when he didn’t pull out right away?
“When you opened the door, I panicked.” A noticeable red now shone on Dusk’s cheeks as he spoke. “I was choking, and you coming in put me in full on ‘oh shit, I’m dying’ mode!”
Blitz pressed a proud hoof to his puffed out chest. “And that’s when I saved you!”
“Okay, look,” Dusk began, “not to burst your bubble, but you didn’t break this belt.” He trusted the belt in Blitz’s direction, the tail flicking out and just barely missing his nose. “I don’t know what kind of crap you’ve read, but something around the neck won’t break from the meager force applied from a penis filling more space inside. You were more likely to bruise my throat.” Again, Dusk rubbed where the belt was firmly clenched mere moments ago. “I broke it with my magic.”
Blitz cocked an eyebrow. “So, you just remembered you could use your magic as I busted a nut?”
With a firm glare still aimed in Blitz’s direction, Dusk hoisted the belt using his magic and passed it off to his waiting hoof. After inspecting it for a moment, he chucked it at Blitz. The metal buckle echoed a dull thud against his chest as it hit, drawing a small “ow” from the target.
“I remembered when you had me sign that stupid contract!” Dusk snapped.
The room fell silent as Blitz stared at Dusk, emotionless. The room around him ceased to be when a million things thrust themselves through his brain. Important things. Things that needed said, and questions that needed answers. After a few moments, he raised a hoof. “Wait, why did you let me facefuck you then?”
Almost like something was caught in his throat, Dusk choked for a second. Blitz leapt forward to help his friend, but Dusk held up a hoof. “Because I was pissed at you for interrupting my jerk off session. And when you proposed what you did, I kinda wanted to try it?”
Blitz reeled back, jaw agape and nose curled up in disgust. “But that’s gay!”
“You said ‘no homo’ before!” Dusk pointed, shaking his head. “Besides, you still enjoyed it.”
“Yeah, well—” Blitz cut himself off, clearing his throat. He searched around the room, scratching his cheek as he did. “I said ‘no homo’ first, so it doesn’t matter if I enjoyed it.”
Suddenly Blitz’s ears folded back. “Wait! If I knew you could use your magic, I wouldn’t have done it in the first place, ‘no homo’ or not!” His jaw dropped as he pointed an accusatory hoof at Dusk. “You lied to me! Dusk, that means I couldn’t properly give consent! That’s rape!”
Dusk glared back. “And you had me sign that contract under duress, so that’s not real consent either, Blitz.”
Blitz pressed both hooves to his cheeks. “Oh, shit! Do two rapes make a not-rape?” Suddenly, Blitz’s whole body shook. He whipped his head around violently, and let out a raspy cry. “I’m going to get kicked out of the Wonderbolts for sexual assault! Or worse, sexual misconduct!” He snapped back to Dusk. “I don’t even know what that is, but it’s so vague ponies could imagine anything!”
A low groan pierced the air as Dusk slapped his forehead. “For the love of—Blitz, I’m going to level with you. ‘No homo’ or not, I enjoyed it.”
The pegasus’ ears perked up once more. “You did?”
“Yeah.” Dusk nodded. “Did you enjoy it?”
Again, Blitz cleared his throat. “Well, uh, you know, ‘no homo’ and all. But, yeah, I liked it.”
Just then, Dusk clapped his hooves together once and swiped them out to the side. “So we both enjoyed it. Regardless of the circumstances leading up to the encounter, coming out of it, we agree it was good.”
A slow nod built into an almost bobblehead like rattle as Blitz let a smile grow on his face. “Yeah, so after consent, right?”
Dusk nodded once. “I’m retroactively giving consent.”
“Yeah, that!” Blitz pointed at his friend. “Me too! So I don’t get kicked out of the Wonderbolts!”
“And because you actually enjoyed it too, right?” Dusk raised an eyebrow.
At his words, Blitz winced. “Fine! Not even considering the ‘no homo’ thing, I liked fucking your throat, Dusk!”
Dusk let out a sigh. “We’re good then.”
The two let out a small laugh. It felt good to laugh. After a near-death experience and the fear they nearly accidentally raped one of their best friends, laughing cut the tension like a knife through butter. “So, why are you kinda hard again?” Blitz said, his laughter slowly fading as he pointed down at Dusk’s crotch.
His jet black member hung out of his sheath at half mast, a small bead hanging on the tip. “Well,” Dusk started, covering his dick with his forelegs and a wing as an awkward smile came across his face. “Being facefucked was hot like I said. I was rocking a hardon, but then we were caught up talking about rape. That’s a bit of a mood killer.”
Staring at Dusk’s sort-of-stiff cock between Dusk’s legs and wing made Blitz’s ear twitch. As hard as it was to admit, he did enjoy doing that with Dusk and since they had everything cleared up, the idea of experimentation didn’t sound too bad. He bit his lower lip as he watched Dusk’s dick flex once. “You know, I could help you out with that,” Blitz offered after a few moments of silence.
“Wait, seriously?” Dusk raised an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah.” Blitz shrugged. “I mean, you let me fuck your throat, it’s the least I could do.” He inched forward, brushing Dusk’s hooves out of the way. As soon as he was close, his breath against the sensitive flesh caused it to flex once more, springing to life. “N-not that I’m doing this because I feel obligated. That wouldn’t be real consent, and I’m—” Blitz’s jaw snapped shut from Dusk’s magic.
“Knock it off! If you want to, do it. At this rate, we’ll need lawyers to find out who gets to put what where and for how long.” Dusk shook his head.
Blitz just nodded. Slowly he inched his way forward until Dusk’s cock nearly bumped his muzzle. The alicorn moved his wing and foreleg, leaving nothing between Blitz and the throbbing member. This was the moment of truth. His heart thumped wildly, leaping into his throat with each beat. If he was going to do it, he just had to spread his lips and lean forward.
Hoof shaking, Blitz opened his mouth. He pinched his eyes closed and dove forward. Suddenly a warm, bulbous bud of flesh slipped right in. The odd sensation of slick, salt-tasting, pulsing skin in his mouth hung on the forefront of his mind. With each breath, his lungs filled with Dusk’s heavy odor, like a thick, steamy cloud weighing his chest down. After a moment, he dared with peek from under his pinch eyelids, finding Dusk staring back at him, breathing heavily.
Weird, but not outright awful sensation. After coping with the fact he had a dick tucked between his lips, Blitz bobbed forward a bit. More cock slipped past his lips, but now that he had the cock there, a small realization hit him. He didn’t know how to give a blowjob. Idly, he traced circles around his friend’s rim, the bumpy edge grinding against his taste buds. It flexed between his lips and Blitz moved down more. While he didn’t know how exactly, Blitz knew what he liked when getting his dick sucked, so that was a starting point.
Putting that knowledge into practice wasn’t quite so simple, as he soon found out. As Blitz slid down Dusk’s shaft, the pulsing flesh gliding across his tongue and forcing his mouth wider than he was comfortable with, he soon hit a hard stop. Cock prodding at the back of his mouth, unable to go any further back. Looking down his muzzle, Blitz spotted Dusk’s medial ring and the thicker cock base still before him. He let out a small whimper with so much dick left, yet unable to fit anymore.
Suddenly Dusk hissed. He bucked his hips forward, pushing his head just barely into Blitz’s throat. The pegasus pulled back, gagging. With a wet pop, Dusk’s head came free. Twin saliva trails kept the two stallions connected. “The fuck, Dusk?” Blitz managed to blurt out after taking a few haggard breaths.
“Sorry, it’s hard not to move.”
“I’m not a blowjob queen like your sister! You can’t just thrust into my throat like that, dude!” Blitz pressed a hoof to his Adam's apple, rubbing. “Shit, my mouth’s a virgin and you just tried to go balls deep on it right off the bat.” He glared up from behind Dusk’s dick at the alicorn.
“First off, my sister isn’t a ‘blowjob queen’ as you so eloquently put it—”
“That’s not what her husband said,” Blitz replied with a snicker.
Dusk glared back. “And now you know how I felt when you crammed yours down my throat.”
The smile Blitz had evaporated in an instant. “Oh, fuck you!” He dove forward, snatching the base of Dusk’s cock with the hoof he had rubbed his throat with just moments before. “You brought that on yourself! But since you could take my dick no problem, I’ll show you.”
“I wouldn’t say ‘no problem’ since I nearly choked the entire time—” Dusk cut himself off with a gasp.
Suddenly, Blitz dove down. Holding himself up on one hoof, he straightening his esophagus as much as possible. In an instant, he downed Dusk’s schlong to where he stopped before and then kept going further. He paused for a mere moment when Dusk’s cock slipped into his throat, another gag forcing the invading member back slightly. But Blitz’s eyes focused, a blaze burning inside, locked squarely on the prize—the base of his friend’s dick. Without hesitation, he gobbled that cock, pushing past the medial ring. The meatier second half filled his mouth, spreading his lips wider than ever before, but he didn’t stop. Dusk’s cock-flesh was already slick and no match for Blitz’s perseverance and vanished down his throat just as quickly as the first part.
Dusk’s eyes went wide as Blitz, like some demon-possessed eating contestant, swallowed the entirety of his cock. He let out a high-pitch moan, part amazement, part lust, as his cock flexed inside Blitz’s throat.
“D-damn!” Dusk rocked his hips slightly, but there simply wasn’t anymore dick to put inside Blitz.
Blitz held, lips squeezing tightly around the base. He wanted to smile, but he wasn’t done. No, if Dusk could deepthroat him, he had to do better. Fighting a gag, Blitz pulled back, leaving just the head between his lips. The salty flesh flexed, swelling as it flared in his mouth. Licked the rim once more, but wrapped around and suckled slightly as his tongue lapped the alicorn’s urethra. A bead of salty goo dribbled out, but Blitz didn’t pay it any mind as he dove back down again, forcing the now thicker head through his throat once more.
When he hit the base, he stuck his tongue out. Another moan came from Dusk as Blitz licked his balls while keeping his cock thoroughly tucked down his throat. More sour and salty flavors graced his taste buds.
“I think you’ll have to take back that blowjob queen line, Blitz, because you’re actually really good at this.” Dusk brought his hoof to the back of Blitz’s head, stroking the pegasus’ mane as he came back up.
Being called a “blowjob queen” didn’t make him too happy, but he wasn’t going to stop. Blitz was just the kind of guy to give it his all, especially when challenged. He soon found a rhythm bobbing his head up and down Dusk’s shaft. The flare scraping his throat with each stroke kept forcing small chokes from him, but he never slowed. Even he had to admit, for his first time sucking dick, he was doing better than most mares he’d had.
Blitz pulled back, pausing with Dusk’s head in his mouth. He suckled gently, running his tongue along the stallion’s gland under the rim of his flare. Another dribble of precum dropped onto his taste buds as Dusk humped slightly. Judging by the quick, shallow breaths and stiffness throughout Dusk’s cock, he was close.
With another wet pop, Blitz pulled Dusk’s cock free, stroking the length up and down with his free foreleg. “Where did you want to finish?” he asked, breathing heavily himself. He couldn’t tell if it was from the workout or actual excitement, but his heart thumped heavily as he waited for Dusk’s reply.
“Your face,” Dusk spat out between breaths. An agonized expression hung on the stallion’s face as he flicked his eyes between Blitz’s mouth and his dick. “Payback for blowing all over mine.”
Blitz winced at the mention of his face. Images of sticky, smelly cum all over his fur put a pit in his stomach, but Dusk had a point. He nodded and licked Dusk’s gland once more before diving back down all the way to the base.
“Fuck!” Dusk cried out. He pushed Blitz back as soon as the pegasus met his crotch.
Blitz pulled back, a thick, tight disk slipping through his throat the entire way. When just Dusk’s head was in his mouth, he felt the first spurt blast the back of his mouth and flood his tongue. Suddenly his hind leg shook uncontrollably as the taste registered. His first instinct was to spit the gross, raw-egg-texture, salty, snot-like substance out, but he didn’t get a chance. Dusk pulled his dick free and blasted another rope of cum right across Blitz’s face, hitting his spiked mane and crossing down to his opposite cheek. Soon another squirt hit his muzzle and covered his eye he just managed to close in time. The last rope it his cheek and dribbled down to the floor.
Dusk fell back, spent when one last bit of cum drooled free and dripping down his length onto his balls.
Despite the gross ending, Blitz did notice something—or rather the absence of something. Being into mares, he expected some sort of disgust or repulsion with what he had just done, but his heart didn’t weigh down nor was there a pit in his stomach now that things were over. But, no, he felt okay with what he had done. Perhaps he wasn’t as straight as he thought, or—more likely since he didn’t really find Dusk attractive before or during—he was just comfortable with his sexuality that doing something gay didn’t bother him. Either way, he wasn’t one to dwell on self-identity that deep. As long as he enjoyed it and his partner enjoyed it, what did it really matter anyway?
With the alicorn spent, Blitz spat the nasty cum out and wiped the seed from his eyelid. “Alright, we’re even. We both got blowjobs—that we consented to giving and receiving—and we came on each other’s faces.”
“Yeah,” Dusk said between breaths. “Just one small problem, dude.”
“What?” Blitz cocked an eyebrow.
“You didn’t say ‘no homo’ before sucking my dick.” A wide smirk spread across Dusk’s face as he let out a single exhausted laugh.
Blitz’s eyes went wide. “What?” he asked, his heart stopping in his chest. “I said it earlier!”
Dusk’s whole chest shook as that smirk of his grew wider. “Yeah, when you put your dick down my throat. You needed to say it when you sucked my dick or else it’s gay.” After a deep breath, he let out a few more laughs.
“Then no homo!” Blitz thrust a hoof at the alicorn.
“Nope, you had to say it before you did the deed, Blitz.”
Now Blitz’s eyebrows furrowed as Dusk continued to laugh at him. “Where does it say that?”
“Relax,” Dusk said, taking a small breath. His laughter slowly died down and he sighed. “What’s a little homo between friends?”
“You know,” Blitz began, “even though I got some head, I’m starting to regret coming over.”
At the mention of that, Dusk’s ears twitched. “Why did you come over, anyway?”
Blitz blinked a few times before rubbing the back of his head. “Oh, shit!” he exclaimed before jumping to his hooves. “You got a book on teaching tortoises to do tricks?”
It took a moment for the question to register through the dying lustful haze as Dusk closed his eyes for a little longer than the average blink. “You want a book on what?”
“I want to teach Tank to roll over,” Blitz said, completely serious.
Dusk simply stared for a moment before nodding. “I should be surprised, but, honestly, you would try to get a tortoise to roll over.”
Catching the sarcasm in Dusk’s tone, Blitz puffed out his chest. A stray bit of cum clung to his fur, swaying with each deep, passionate breath. “Do you have one or not.”
“You know what?” Dusk pressed his hoof to his forehead, matting cum into his own fur. “I think I actually do…” When he pulled his hoof back, he saw the semen all over his hoof. “But we both need a shower before we go looking, and we have to clean up all this cum on the floor before it dries too.”
“This is why I hate asking you for books, you always make me do something to get ‘em.”
The End
Author's Note
Okay, maybe a little homo.
