Rumble's Choices

Rumble rubbed soap into a wing with one hoof. He had spent the morning setting up and then clearing out the storm clouds for the scheduled rain. That was one of his main jobs with the weather team since he had an instinctive feel for the clouds—he never got zapped like some other pegasi. Still, the residual electric energy always left his feathers in a messy state. He had a few hours until he was going over to Button Mash’s house to hang out. His tail flicked at the thought. He rinsed his wing and then flapped the limb forcefully, shaking the water out from between the feathers. He reached for the wing wax and hesitated, considering two different bottles. A well-worn container held the stuff he used every day, but it was glossy and smelled vaguely off-putting to anypony not used to the smell. The other, smaller bottle was the wax he saved for special occasions. It was matte, smooth, and smelled just faintly of honey. It’s not like he was going on a date. And Button surely wouldn’t be bothered by a little wax smell, if he even noticed it.

“Hey, bro, come on in,” the brown pony said with a smile, opening the front door to his house. Rumble nodded and walked in, taking a seat on the couch. The same couch where he had hoofed off yesterday. He fought to keep himself in his sheath. Button sniffed the air. “Is that honey?”

“Yeah,” Rumble agreed, “wing wax.”

“Oh, cool,” the earth pony said. “I like it.” He pointed a hoof towards the kitchen. “I was just about to make some noodles. You want some too?”

“Yeah, totally!” he said happily.

“Great, I’ll get them going. Play whatever you want while you’re waiting.” The earth pony trotted off to the kitchen and Rumble powered up the Neighstation. He pushed down a little nagging voice that said how gay it was to eat dinner at a stallion’s house when you were both going to hoof off in the same room later. Just two dudes, having a good time. Not gay, he told himself.

The noodles were bad, to put it kindly, but Rumble reminded himself that he was spoiled having Thunderlane cook a bunch of meals when he was home. His brother had a real passion for cooking. He took another bite and made a face when one noodle crunched.

“Ehh, sorry,” Button said. “I thought I cooked them all.”

Rumble tried to discretely spit that portion back onto the plate. “Good thing you’ve got other talents, dude,” he said nicely.

“Maybe you should cook next time,” the earth pony said with a small laugh.

Rumble paused, considering the assumption that there would be a next time. But it wasn’t like he was sure there wouldn’t be. And if there was, he was definitely making the food. “I’ve got a few decent stir-fry recipes.”

The earth pony brightened. “Oh gosh, I haven’t had good stir fry in years.”

Rumble shook his head. “I can’t imagine going years without stir fry.” He took another few small bites and set the plate aside. His stomach was suddenly uneasy, and not just from the canned sauce on the pasta. “So,” he asked, “you wanna hang out for a bit or uh,” he nodded back to the couch.

Button Mash blushed, his brown face turning auburn. “Oh, uh, I was thinking maybe we uh, you know, have some fun first, then hang out?”

Rumble nodded, feeling his own face warm. “Sounds good, dude. You got the towels?”

Button nodded. “They just finished in the dryer, so they’re nice and warm, too.”

“Heh.” Rumble gave a small laugh. “Brings back memories. You ever hump a warm towel as a colt?”

Button Mash shook his head. “No. Is it good?”

Rumble laughed. “It doesn’t really compare to the real thing, but having something warm and soft down there was nice.”

Button tilted his head. “I could see that. Huh.” He blinked and then turned to walk to the hall leading away from the common area. Rumble flapped his wings, lifting off for the barest moment until he settled himself down onto the couch. He sat in the same side as the day before. He felt his staff stir and felt himself slide from his sheath.

Button returned a few moments later with a pile of towels balanced on his foreleg. He tossed them down beside Rumble. The pleasant warmth of the freshly-dried towels soaked into his flank. The earth pony sank down onto his haunches, his mottled staff starting to show. The two slowly stroked themselves for a silent minute.

Button Mash broke the silence with a question. “So, how long have you been hoofing off in those meet ups?”

Rumble grunted, watching the earth pony massage a hoof slowly around his medial ring. “A few years. Basically since I graduated from school.”

Button gave a few slow thrusts of his hips, grinding his shaft up against a waiting hoof. “I think I might go to some more. That one yesterday was hot.”

Rumble felt a surge of blood flow into his cock as he remembered watching the three earth ponies cum. “Yeah it was.”

“Of course,” Button continued, “this is nice, too, just taking our time in private.”

Rumble felt his shaft twitch. “Yeah,” he admitted, “I was pretty leery of it, but this has been fun.”

“Dang, bro,” Button said, nodding his head towards Rumble’s erection, “you’re already wet.”

The pegasus bit his lip. Fuck, he hadn’t even noticed that.

“I love how your shaft looks when it’s all wet like that,” Button said.

Rumble rubbed a hoof down his dark length, spreading the precum around freely. Button moaned, and the earth pony’s tip started dribbling its own supply of clear fluid. “I love watching guys get wet,” Rumble agreed. A small burst of clear fluid leapt from his shaft. “Nng,” he muttered. “Yeah, I like watching.”

Button moaned weakly. “Can I-“ he cleared his throat. “Can I hoof you off?”

Rumble recoiled, twisting away from the earth pony. “The fuck, dude?” He huffed. “You said no touching, no gay stuff.”

Button’s face was red and he sounded flustered. “I know, I know, but like, nopony has to know. And I just… I just really want to touch it.

“Fuck that gay shit,” Rumble replied angrily.

“You’re gonna turn down a hoof job?”

“From a stallion, yeah,” Rumble replied irately.

“I swear I won’t say anything,” Button replied desperately.

Rumble was going to leave. He was not going to sit there and be gay with a stallion. But he was hard. And already fucking close to cumming. And he hadn’t had a good hoof job in months. He glanced at Button’s shaft—slightly deflated by the uncertainty, but soaking wet and surely full of earth pony cum. Celestia damn it. “Fine,” he muttered heatedly. The earth pony’s face went even darker crimson. “I swear to the Princesses that if you ever tell anypony about this…”

“Lips are sealed,” Button said solemnly. Button Mash’s staff surged, refilling with blood. Rumble relaxed back onto the couch. The earth pony smiled at him shyly. “You ready, bro?”

“Fucking gay,” Rumble muttered to himself. But he nodded.

Button Mash leaned over and took Rumble’s dark shaft in a crooked hoof. The touch sent shivers down Rumble’s core. Button pulled down on the length, his hoof rubbing past the ring slowly. Rumble bit his lip, hard. The hoof moved upward, again past the ring and all the way to the flared head. The hooftip looped around the ridge, and Rumble moaned through gritted teeth. Fuck, he hadn’t had anypony touch him like this in a while. Too long. The hoof moved down again, quicker. Then up, quickly. Rumble looked over to see Button taking care of himself with his other forehoof. He watched a stream of clear precum streak from the tip.

“Fuck,” he whined.

Button’s hoof continued its motion at a now-steady pace. Rumble felt his load building and almost crested, but pulled himself back at the last moment. His head swelled and spat a loose spray of fluid onto Button’s hoof and the towels below.

“Is this good, bro?”

“Ugh.” His staff twitched and strained in the earth pony’s grip. “Yeah, dude. Keep going.”

The brown hoof continued its movement, occasionally slowing to tease the ridged head or medial ring or the base poking through the strained sheath.

Rumble grunted, feeling himself slipping towards the edge. “Aw fuck, Button,” he groaned. “I’m gonna shoot.”

“Yeah?” the earth pony asked excitedly. “You gonna cum?”

“Oh yeah!” He felt his balls pull upward towards his groin. The sound of Button’s hoof had taken on an especially slick tone.

“Oh, Rumble!” the earth pony said reverently, “you’re soaking wet, bro.”

Rumble stole a glance at the other stallion’s mottled shaft. “Fuck, you are too, dude.” It looked like the other stallion had been deep in a mare in heat, he was so wet. “OHH,” he whined.

“Do it, bro!” Button nearly yelled, his hoofing suddenly increasing in speed and pressure.

Rumble passed the point of no return. He whinnied unconsciously and thrust his hips, pushing his flared staff into Button’s hoof. His balls tightened and he ached and he launched a stream of cum skyward. He gasped, watching the arcing bolt of stallion seed fall through the air. He didn’t even have time to watch it land, though, as his loins tightened and erupted again. The tugging hoof subtly shifted, and Rumble’s tip was pulled toward the middle of the couch. He clenched again, and watched in horror and fascination as his seed coated the wet, twitching, mottled cock beside him.

“Oh Celestia, yes,” Button whimpered.

Rumble felt himself clench again, and again, each burst covering Button’s staff in creamy pegasus jizz. It looked so incredibly hot—the pink and brown shaft drenched in precum and trailing lines of white semen. Rumble felt his dick twitch and smaller waves crested over him, his orgasm fading. He shifted his balance and put his own hoof around Button Mash’s wet member.

“Oh fuck, bro, what?” Rumble stroked, enjoying the wet feel of his own cum slathering into his fetlocks. “Oh fuckohfuckohfuck uuunng!” Button’s flared head twitched and jumped in Rumble’s hoof and then erupted. A massive wave of cum splattered Rumble’s chest. Rumble growled hungrily and pumped his hoof, tugging the earth pony cock as it spat jolt after jolt of cum onto Rumble’s body, the towels, the couch, and everywhere. An eternity later, a few seconds later, the flow ceased, and Rumble was left tugging on a softening dick. He glanced down at his body and grimaced at the carnage: drops, lines, and globs of Button Mash’s seed traced across his fur from shoulder to groin. He had never been covered in anypony’s cum before, even his own, and he stared in wonder.

The moment passed, though, and he realized he had to wipe everything up before it began to dry.

Holy fuck, he had just given Button a hoof job. While the stallion was giving him a hoof job. Okay, he reasoned, no cause to worry, Button had said he wouldn’t tell anypony.

Button collapsed backward with a sigh. “Tartarus,” he gasped, “that was fun.”

Rumble grimaced. Gay gay gay gay. He scrubbed the cum out of his fur hurriedly.

“So, you want to play some Neighstation?”

“Uh.”

“No? I’ve got some new board games if that’s more your thing.”

“No, I uh, no,” Rumble repeated. “No, I’m gonna, uh, go, I think.”

“Already?” Button Mash looked put out.

“Yeah, totally forgot I have a thing.”

“Oh, bummer, bro. Okay. You want to hang out tomorrow, then?”

Rumble shook his head. “I gotta work. I’ll let you know.” He tossed the filthy towel onto the ground and flapped his wings. He had to get out of the house. “Later,” he said lamely, flapping towards the door. He flipped the lock, opened the door, and rocketed into the evening sky.

In just a few moments, he banked and stalled, letting his body fall roughly onto a waiting cloud. Fuck. Fuck! What had he just done? What in Tartarus was he going to do?