Part 1: "Take it off, Soarin!"
Soarin hadn't visited the Appleloosa countryside all that much mainly because of the ever present heat surrounding the territory. Anytime he flew on over the small town, it was always much too hot for him to stand. The only reason he was putting up with it this time around was because of Braeburn, and those apple pies that he makes.
"Today's the day," Soarin said, giving himself a pep talk. "It's finally cool enough, too! This is wonderful!"
He took in a deep breath of that western air after taking off his uniform's hood, and smelled scents of hay, and then something else. Without a doubt, it was the apple pie of his dreams.
"Ever since the gala, I've wanted to try all the Apple Family pies! I never knew about the sheer amount of effort they put into each of their recipes, so one taste, and I was done!"
He walked along, and extended his wings to catch the cool breeze that blew against his uniform. "Then, I find out that the one pony that makes the absolute best apple pie in the whole wide world... lives here of all places. In scorching Appleloosa, where somepony could easily die of heat stroke at any moment! I just got lucky today, that's all. It's usually unbearable the closer you get to the desert..."
He wandered in the direction of where the smell was coming from, and said, "I think I'm getting close...!"
Finally, Soarin came up to a quaint looking farm whose owner at the time was nowhere to be seen. "Hello?" Soarin asked curiously at first. He quickly stopped talking aloud, however, once he saw what was sitting delicately on the wooden fence.
It was a pie, and at first, Soarin tried to fight the urge he was feeling, but he just had to have it. Soarin needed that apple pie badly.
"Ohhhh," Soarin moaned while leaning against a rock.
The plate sat next to him, but the pie was all gone.
"I'm a bad pony..."
He looked at his reflection in a nearby stream of water, and saw remnants of the dessert he had just engulfed on his muzzle. "I'm a bad, sticky pony..."
Getting up after a quick wash off, he felt like there were butterflies inside of his stomach, and he commented, "I can't seriously just steal a pie and not at least say sorry for doing it! Can I? That was really rotten of me to do. What was I thinking?! Plus, I'm already late for practice thanks to stopping by here anyways." Soarin weighed his options, and naturally decided to go back to the farm.
"Huh," Soarin sighed after locating the pony who had baked the pie, finally. "Surprisingly, he doesn't look very familiar. I don't think I've ever even seen him at one of my shows." He gulped, and sighed once again before saying, "Here goes nothin'..."
Braeburn caught sight of the pegasus approaching from the other side of the fence, and asked, "Hey, over there! you!"
"Uhh," Soarin said nervously. "S-sorry for intruding, I-"
"Name's Braeburn. Nice to meet you! Have you seen my apple pie?"
Soarin could only divert his gaze. "I, umm..."
"It's gone missin', and I remember leaving it right over there. Right on that fence you're standin' in front of. Know anything at all, mister?"
Soarin gulped yet again, this time even harder, still tasting those sweet apple chunks on the back of his tongue. "Y-yeah, actually... I'm... sorry, but I happened to come on by earlier, and I might've... stolen it."
Braeburn gave Soarin his best, scolding stare. "You stole it? You?"
Soarin nodded with guilt. "It just smelled so delicious. I couldn't resist! Is there anything that I can do to make it up to you? I can pay!"
"Hehe," Braeburn chuckled. "Nah, I don't want your money. Somethin' like that? A pony like yourself needs the right punishment. Mind, it was mighty fine of you to come on up to me and honestly apologize, but payment just isn't gonna cut it." He took off his hat, and forwardly asked, "Do you even know how much time, and effort really goes into my pies?"
Soarin pointed out, "About as much as the other Pie family members, only just a little bit more? I've pretty much tasted everypony else's recipe except yours. Up until today that is."
Braeburn continued to scold Soarin. "Wrong, mister know-it-all. It's a lot more. My pie was better than the rest, right?"
Soarin nodded, and said, "It's Soarin, by the way... and, I've hardly ever stollen anything in my life, but that time... I just couldn't resist." As he said that last part, Soarin's lips began to water.
Braeburn smiled, and said, "Exactly, my fine feathered friend. Luckily for you, I've got a back up in the house. Now, c'mere..."
Soarin did as he was told, and asked along the way, "A... back up apple pie?"
Braeburn ignored Soarin, and trotted on over to his barn. In front of it sat unused brushes along with full canisters of red paint, and although Soarin hadn't noticed it at first, he could definitely agree that the barn needing a new coat. "I don't know what might've gotten into you, but it leaves you owing me a mighty favor. Hate to break it to you, but I'd rather not have to put up with... this."
Soarin looked from the paint to the overly chipped wall in front of him, and said, "Oh, jeez..." He then gave Braeburn a pair of puppy-dog eyes. "I've gotta paint the barn? You've gotta be kidding me!"
Braeburn exhaled, annoyed by Soarin's resistance. "I most certainly am not, Mister Soarin."
"It..." Soarin started to say, but he soon started backing away from Braeburn with a blush, and a bead of sweat coming down his forehead. The heat was getting to him, and he continued, "It's just Soarin. Not that I'm complaining, but there's nothing else I can do? Maybe something closer to a shadier spot, perhaps?"
Braeburn watched closely as Soarin yanked hold of his neck collar to cool himself off. "Heh...! Well, listen here, Soarin. If you weren't so caught up in being all stylish underneath that get-up you've got goin' on, and what not, you'd be half-way finished by now. Instead, you're complainin', which in case you haven't noticed.... isn't helping at all."
Soarin sighed in defeat, and asked, "You think it's that easy? I can never get this thing off without some assistance from somepony. The zipper always gets caught by my hooves for some reason!"
"What?" Braeburn asked with an arched eyebrow. "You're pullin' my hoof."
Soarin shook his head. "I'm not, actually. I wish I were."
"Would you just take off the stupid uniform already?"
Soarin grumbled, and argued, "I would love to, but I just can't. Also, it's not stupid! It's aerodynamic."
"Take it off, Soarin!"
"Watch," Soarin finally choked up with an attitude. "I'll prove it to you!"
Starting with a single hoof, he pulled, and yanked, and tugged, and yearned to be released. Despite his struggle, it just wasn't coming loose. Then, he started using both of his front hooves, and finally, his teeth. By the time he was finally told to stop, Soarin would be flipped upside down on his back, the top piece of his zipper caught between his strained maw.
"Ugh, enough already! I get it! You've made your point. Come on, now, and get yourself up and off of the ground."
Soarin did so, and asked with a huff, "So, I guess we'll just have to find something else for me to do. Right, Braeburn?"
"Wrong," the cowpony said while coming up face to face with Soarin. "Hold still..."
Soarin felt his breathing quicken suddenly as Braeburn reached down for his torso, and asked, "Huh? Wait, what???"
Braeburn looked back up momentarily to smile at Soarin sweetly. "I've got you on this. I'll just get the zipper for you, alright? Nothin' to it."
Soarin's lip quivered as Braeburn grabbed hold rather easily. "Uhh, the stallions back at the Wonderbolts training don't generally offer to do this sort of thing for each other. I usually have to get one of the girls to do it for me, like Spitfire."
Braeburn easily managed to bring the zipper sliding downwards slowly, and once done, he looked back up at Soarin. "Good to know," he teased.
He then gave Soarin some space, and kindly waited for him to finish undressing. As he stripped, Soarin couldn't help but notice Braeburn leisurely watching him, a smile returning to that bright, and welcoming face of his. Soarin asked after a moment of silence, "Do I really have to?"
"Look, you're not on the training grounds right now, and I don't really care if you are a Wonderbolt. I don't tend to go to their performances." He looked at Soarin sternly, and said, "I suppose I'll go ahead and clean up this outfit of yours while you take care of painting the barn. After all, it's all dirty with the last pie that I had made. Can't believe I hadn't noticed the crumbs before you confessed."
Soarin looked down at the brushes, and then back at Braeburn walking away, and said, "Well, there's got to be a better way out of this instead of me painting this barn all day." Just before Braeburn opened the door leading into the house, Soarin caught up with him to say, "Brae, wait up."
Braeburn scoffed, "Really? What is it now, Soarin?"
"Look," the pegasus said, trying his best to level with his host. "Is there's anything else around here that I could do? I mean, I totally understand that I'm a pegasus, so flying on up there to paint sounds like the perfect plan to you. I just... I don't want to, alright? Is there some other chore that you could maybe come up with that doesn't involve me roasting in the hot sun for the rest of the day?"
Braeburn rubbed his chin in thought, and even made a humming noise to signify that he was really, and truthfully thinking hard about this. "Hmm..."
"I'm all ears," Soarin said with a smile.
Braeburn, however, didn't seem all that confident. "You know what? Nah, forget it. You probably wouldn't be interested one bit."
Braeburn once again turned around, but stopped with Soarin pleading, "Oh, come on! At least tell me what it is you have in mind!"
Braeburn breathed in deeply before looking back at Soarin. Bravely, he said, "I don't mean to scare you off none, but... if you really, really want to help me out in any other way other than painting the barn, then you might as well hop up onto that wooden fence just yonder, and present your backside for me."
Soarin just stared at Braeburn with wide eyes. "E-excuse me?"
Braeburn blushed just as much as the pony in front of him did. "Well, y-you keep going on and on about doin' somethin' else for me! Unless that's it, I suggest you get to painting!"
Soarin looked away momentarily. For some odd reason, he still didn't go for the paint brushes like Braeburn had expected of him, and instead, glanced back at Braeburn to say, "Actually, since you're offering, I think I prefer the second option over the first if you don't mind! Before rutting me by that fence over there, though... you wouldn't first want a blow job?"
Part 2: "Are you always this sexy?"
Braeburn had a twitch in his left eye, and as much as he wanted to say something, he hadn't finished processing everything in his mind just yet. Soarin cheekily smiled in front of him, waiting to see what Braeburn's answer was going to be.
"Uhh," Braeburn began awkwardly.
"I mean, you're the one that recommended-"
"Ah know, jus- please, Soarin," Braeburn finally choked up, tilting his hat. "I just... hadn't quite expected it of you to be so open to the alternative. Are you sure? You didn't right away strike me at first as the type to be into stallions."
Soarin breathed, still smiling, and eager. "Well, I, uh... heard it as another wild, spreading rumor. Actually, to be honest, I might've also arrived in Appleloosa because I heard that rumor as well as the one about your pies."
Braeburn looked away in thought, trying to figure out how this could've happened. Upon looking back at Soarin, he'd say, "Must've been Big Mac... That big mouth told me he'd keep it secret!"
Soarin asked, "What happened?"
"He... wanted to introduce me to one of his special somepony's pretty marefriends, and I refused multiple times. He eventually put two and two together."
Soarin nodded, and said, "Sorry about him not being able to keep his secret, but hey..." Using a hoof, Soarin brought Braeburn's depressed gaze trailing back to his cheerful face. "I'm about to give you an awesome blow job, and then you're gonna wreck me silly! That's gotta count for something. Right?"
Braeburn smiled again, and laughed. "Are you always this sexy?"
Soarin turned around, and began leaving the house entry way with his tail brushing up against Braeburn's chest as he went along. "Stupid question, because you'd know by now had you gone and seen some of my shows."
Braeburn gulped, and said, "I feel as if somehow... this just turned into an advertisement for the Wonderbolts. I do not mind, either."
Slowly, he closed the door behind himself, and walked towards where Soarin was headed. They decided on a nearby tree, where it was relaxing, and cooled off. "Right this way," Soarin said as he went along, gesturing to the small stool sitting perfectly against the bark. As Braeburn slouched on it, and giggled, Soarin just kept smirking.
"I've never seen somepony wantin' to suck me off so badly. You must really hate painting."
Soarin loomed over Braeburn, and came closer before saying, "Eh, it's not that bad. I'll even help you finish the barn if you want me to! Mostly, I just wanted to pester you just for the fun of it."
Braeburn nodded, and said, "I figured that's what was really happening."
Coming even closer for a kiss, Soarin mentioned, "Although, I wasn't expecting that I'd get to do this..."
Their mouths touched, and Braeburn let off a moan of satisfaction. He had been secretly wanting that kiss since first seeing Soarin on his property. The kiss deepened as their time together went on, all alone, and out in the open. Soarin didn't want to part with Braeburn just then, but he had something else poking at his side.
"Mmh," he said as it ended, a string of saliva still connecting the two. "Somepony seems ready..."
Braeburn blushed at the way Soarin teased. "What'd you expect to happen when you do this to me?"
Soarin nodded at the statement. He then sighed as he sunk further down to bring himself at eye level with Braeburn's pulsating groin. "I wonder what'll happen if I... do this."
He opened up his maw to take a quarter of Braeburn's prick in, and held it there for a second before backing away. With a powerful, downward, sucking motion, he then took in even more. By now, Soarin was all the way down to the base of Braeburn's ring. This had even earned a slight buck out of Braeburn who could hardly contain himself. "Woo, partner! Y-y-you sure know how to repay a fella!"
Soarin didn't stop, and instead, became that much more motivated by Braeburn's words. Up, and down his head went, bobbing his cheeks against Braeburn's thighs merrily. Every motion earned him a pleasant sounding moan from Braeburn. He even allowed himself to groan from time to time, enjoying the taste. The faster he went, the more assured Soarin felt that Braeburn was close to his limit. He released the stiff cock from his maw, gasping for air before saying, "N-not yet... Don't you dare."
Braeburn smiled cheekily while scratching the back of his mane. "Hehe, sorry... Guess you can tell when I'm getting a little carried away."
Soarin just smiled, and went back down on Braeburn forcefully. Throwing his head back with amusement, and wanting badly to cum then and there, Braeburn wasn't sure just how much more of this he could take. The inside of Soarin' muzzle was far too soft, and moist for him to easily cope with. He was already about to burst in ecstasy, and they had only just started.
"S-Soarin, you're... I-if I may be so bold as to say...?"
Soarin lightened up a little, but made sure to continue with massaging Braeburn's cock with both of his free hooves. "By all means..."
"You sure do know what you're doin'. I just... keep getting way to close." As Soarin increased the tempo, Braeburn begged, "P-please? Can I?"
Despite Braeburn's groveling, Soarin still shook his head, and denied Braeburn's modest request. "Not yet... I haven't taken all of you in yet."
He stopped, looked down, and blinked before blowing softly on the parts of Braeburn's cock that were still wet with spit. Then, very slowly, he began bringing Braeburn back in again, his tongue sticking out at the bottom this time to add extra support. Soarin was determined to give Braeburn the best blow job he'd ever have. Once again, the pegasus was back to his original upbeat rhythm, suckling hard on the tip with every upwards thrust. It wasn't until Braeburn released a small, sweet sigh of defeat that Soarin would completely submerge the increasingly bulbous prick into the very back his his throat.
Shooting his spunk at last, and grabbing hold of Soarin by the top of his mane, Braeburn moaned briefly. This went on for a good number of seconds before he'd finally let go of Soarin. With his eyes slightly open, and Braeburn's thick, white essence dripping nicely from his puffy cheeks, Soarin struggled to giggle at first before loyally swallowing what he could. All Braeburn could do was watch with his mouth agape, thoroughly impressed. "Th-that was..."
"Amazing?" Soarin asked confidently. His upright stature failed him, however, and he began coughing a few times after a quick gag.
Braeburn held onto his back, and patted while saying, "Whoa, easy... You sure you didn't over-do it?"
As a reply, Soarin gave Braeburn a tender kiss before distancing himself for just a minute. "I'm fine, I just... you had a lot to give, and I wanted to make all of this up to you in the best way possible."
Braeburn grinned kindly. "If I might say? So far, you're doin' a great job."
Soarin blushed at the compliment, and then began making his way to the oak fence. Naturally, Braeburn came along, and as he followed extremely closely behind, he also decided that now would be a good time to prepare that perky looking ass of Soarin's for what was coming next. Gently, he muzzled, and licked Soarin's edges until he was nice and wet enough, causing Soarin to let out a yelp from such an unexpected surprise. "Ohh, Brae...? Heh, I wasn't necessarily anticipating that, but... whatever you do, just d-don't stop...!"
Braeburn followed orders, making sure that Soarin would stay good and loosened upon his entrance. Then, without very much delay, he hopped up and onto Soarin's backside just as soon as they reached the fence, and while grabbing hold of both his ass cheeks, he pressed his erect member against his lusting partner. Before proceeding, he took the time to check on Soarin. "Ready for the best part of all?"
Soarin flirted, "Been ready ever since I stole that pie of yours!"
"That's it!"
Without mercy, Braeburn pushed himself down, and deeply into Soarin, penetrating his very core. This caused Soarin to gasp sharply, and grab hold of the fence that much more, crying out a little due to how roughly Braeburn was being with him. Although, all in all, Braeburn found it quite easy to simply slide his way through, and once inside, he felt as if he might not be able to stop.
"Mmh," he moaned once. "You're... really warm, you know that?" Braeburn complimented. "A-and... it feels as if you just keep... t-tugging me in deeper!"
"Hehe," Soarin giggled, his eyes drooping thanks to all of the pleasure that was just then washing over him. "It's totally you're fault... I mean, y-you mounted me so suddenly...! You s-shouldn't do that...!"
Braeburn chuckled in between a powerful hump, and just shook his head, allowing beads of sweat to drip down to the dirt below. Some of it landed on Soarin's cutie mark, and as it slid down, it made a nice, wet line on his ass. This only helped to encourage Braeburn not to hold back. "I'll..." Braeburn began to mumble, "I'll teach you to go around stealin' pies!"
Soarin's moans quickened, as did the pace of Braeburn's thrusts. He just kept on becoming more and more assertive as their fun went on. "Ah..." Soarin struggled not to cum from just his ass being ravaged alone, but he'd be lying to himself had he tried to deny how skilled Braeburn was really being with him. "B-Brae... Please, I can't hold on much longer. You're... y-you're being too rough! Please!"
Braeburn tried to listen, but something was stopping him from being able to hear everything correctly. The euphoria of being able to screwing somepony such as Soarin was just far too great of a sensation for him to shake away. Soarin's wings were also supporting the weight of Braeburn's torso, making it all too easy for Braeburn to keep going.
He was lost in the thrilling experience of ramming his rock solid member back and forth, down and up, in and out of by now what was already a well fucked opening. Everything for Soaring was becoming far too hazy, and the ground he stood on seemed as comforting to his hooves as an afternoon cloud. He was so near his climax by now that he hadn't even realized it just yet.
With one, long sigh of much needed relief, he allowed himself to cum all too quickly, and with Braeburn still going strong, it only helped to prolong Soarin's amusement that much more. By the time he noticed that Braeburn still wasn't finished with his movements, Soarin was making all kinds of perverted noises, overwhelmed by Braeburn's mighty hospitality.
"Ahhhh, s-shoot! I just... I couldn't hold it in a-anymore," Soarin confessed to Braeburn as they slowed down if only for a second, but Braeburn would be right back to plowing Soarin in no time.
"So that's your limit, huh?" Braeburn teased, still moving his hips eagerly. He bit Soarin's ear by then, and mumbled, "If that's the case, then I reckon you'll be cummin' at least two more times before I do."
Soarin's face turned bleak for a couple of seconds, almost as if that statement alone was about to force him to pass out from sheer exhaustion. However, that's right when Braeburn submerged himself even deeper than before. "Hehe," he chuckled while staring at Soarin's lusty expression. "Yea, how's that?"
Soarin couldn't speak for a second there. He just gazed wide eyed at the open range in front of him, and at the grass beneath his muzzle which was already fairly wet and sparkly with his spunk. Then, with a huff, he managed to say, "Y-you..."
That's all that Soarin could manage to come up with. His head was positively swirling from already being brought back to the brink so quickly, and so forcefully. He timidly rested his head down on one of the wooden logs beneath his chin, the rest of his body shaking as Braeburn backed up slowly, and steadily. "What was that?"
Soarin looked back at Braeburn as best he could. There were hearts in his eyes this time as he said, "You're f-filling me up...!"
Braeburn timed this entrance just right, and just as Soarin finished his sentence, he hastily sank back down. Soarin didn't think it possible, but once again, Braeburn somehow found a way to reach even further than before. This forced Soarin to begin to joyfully spasm. "Oh... Oh, no...!"
As if his technique wasn't already too much for Soarin, this time, Braeburn managed to keep his tempo going even faster than before. Soon, he heard another good spurt of Soarin's cum hitting the ground, and all Soarin did in response was sigh. "Yeah," Braeburn teased. "That's number two!"
While Braeburn just kept on moving, Soarin questioned, "Just... how do you have so much stamina?"
"Simple," Braeburn said as a reply. "You're a great motivator." Looking back, and into his eyes, Soarin heard Braeburn state quite clearly, "I've never met a more attractive stud like you before!"
The more he talked, the more accurate his humps became. By now, Braeburn's speed was far too great for Soarin to ever even compare to. He knew by then that he was about to cum yet again, and that there was nothing he could do to stop himself. Just as these thoughts ran through his head, the pegasus heard Braeburn say vigorously, "You're mine now, you little, thieving Wonderbolt!"
With one last hump, Braeburn released all of his pent up energy into Soarin's poor, well ravaged ass. Soarin naturally came alone with Braeburn, and there was a plentiful amount of Braeburn's essence left over, too, so some of it even went on Soarin's trembling backside, and wings. Tired by the ordeal, Soarin looked behind him to see Braeburn practically out of breath as well, and said, "Y-you were... unbelievable!"
All that farm pony could do after an experience like that was chuckle slightly, and huff with sweat running down his body. "Yeah, you as well... I suppose we'll have to do this again real soon, huh?"
Soarin gave his new friend a sly smile, and confessed, "That'll probably be sooner than you think."
"Why's that?" Braeburn asked with interest showing in his eyes.
"Well, thanks to what's happened today," Soarin explained. "I can't exactly just go back to the Wonderbolts for practice, because I'm already super late." With a blink, and blushing cheeks, Soarin claimed, "If I were to go back now, Spitfire would just chew me out non-stop until our next big gig. It's better for me to just show up at the next event, and do a fantastic job later on. Besides, that's only three days away. That way, she'll have no real reason at all to still be mad at me, and she'll eventually forget the whole thing. For now..."
Braeburn asked while following along perfectly, "You need a place for you to stay in. Is that it?"
Soarin nodded gleefully, and then said, "Not to mention, there's no way I'm missing out on that other apple pie that you were talking about earlier!"
They laughed together underneath the sunset for a few more seconds before Braeburn finally lead the way back into the house. Soarin was trailing very closely behind, feeling all too happy with his earlier decision to steal Braeburn's apple pie in the first place.
