Holsters, harnesses, and hoofcuffs

by CGen

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Porn, Sex, Alternate Universe, Anthology, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 40993

A collection of non-canon lewds of the cast of a certain noir fic located in Detrot

AKA: Starlewd over Detrot, City of Passion: the Ladybug collection, things Chessie should have written but didn't want to lose the Teen rating

There are a lot of things that may or may not have happened when it comes to the city of Detrot. Rumours always run wild: who's slept with whom, did they or didn't they, etc...

How many are true? (and lets face it most won't be) How many are pure fantasy? (most of them if I'm honest) Does it even matter? (not really) Because sometimes, stories have just as much weight as the truth - and can be infintely more...stimulating...

A collection of lewd one-shots I've thought up over the years based off of Chessie's long running novel Starlight Over Detrot. I'll add to these as new ideas come up, however long that may take. Knowledge of the main characters of Starlight isn't strictly necessary (it's porn after all), but definitely helpful.

Spoilers: Right now, it's mostly pretty damn gay.

This all isn't canon, of course. Consider it a collection of AU 'what if's'. Read: it's as canon as you want it to be.

Arranged in order of date of creation.

Published 2019-09-06 03:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2021-01-20 16:47:35 UTC

Scarlet Fantasies

In the Vivarium, one's bedroom is their castle.

With a groan and a blind kick of his rear hoof, Scarlet Petals closed the door to his room wanting nothing more than to end his shift curled up under the sheets of the softest bed in the building.

Which meant that the exact opposite had to happen.

The night had gone terribly. Scarlet's client for the night had backed out rather spectacularly. Both of them. And just before things were getting good too! At least he got paid, but...well, Scarlet was a pleaser at heart. And pleased those two ponies were certainly not.

The stallion pounced into the fresh sheets of his bed, fresh from the showers he buried his face into the satin and yelled out his frustration. A hoof reached for his Swift plush and held it tightly to his chest as he rolled around. The events of the evening replayed behind his eyelids like the most embarrassing of colt videos.

"Mmph. Yesss...keep going..." The mare encouraged Scarlet with a pat on the head as he worked his tongue and muzzle with his cheeks pressed between her thighs. "Ooh...he's much better with his tongue than you, Cuff! I can't wait to feel how he's like when he's putting a foal inside me..."

A muffled protest came in reply.

It was an uncommon bit of roleplay, but one Scarlet had done before. Some couples enjoy bringing in an extra player to the game. Others also enjoy pretending that such games are less than consensual...

Scarlet took his time licking and kissing the mare's soft slit, making sure to bend down low and flag his tail high for the stallion bound to the chair behind him - giving him a good show of what to expect later. The request was that halfway through being thoroughly bred by the "strong and virile Earth Pony" the stallion would "break free" and give Scarlet a taste of his own medicine...not that he'd mind.

Scarlet flicked an ear at the sound of shuffling furniture on the carpet and jingling metal. It was a little early for the unicorn to unlock his hoofcuffs, but if he wanted to get straight to the action Scarlet would happily improvise. After all-

"Wait, no! Stop! Banana bread! I'm calling this off." Scarlet turned to see the other stallion already getting up, ballgag and hoofcuffs (pink and fuzzy, his favourite pair) tossed onto the floor. Quite the contrast to his raging erection. Something was wrong. They had barely begun, and for the safe word to be said so soon meant...

"You want to back out now!? Don't you know how much we paid for this? You're the one who wanted it!" The mare pushed herself off the couch, pointing a hoof at her partner like a prosecution lawyer. Her lower half was as still wet as she slid off the bed, angrily trotting to grab the stallion's forelegs. It was like Scarlet suddenly wasn't there.

" Well I changed my mind, okay!?" The unicorn snapped, yanking his hoof back. "Seeing you with that stallion isn't right. You-"

"And we barely even started! Is it my fault for trying to have a good time? That was the point!
" the mare moved to block her husband's path. "Payment is in advance here. Do you just want to waste all those bits we saved up for?!"

Scarlet turned around, wiping fluid from his chin. He was all ready to get started but the sudden spat sent Scarlet junior running back into hiding.Yet somehow he couldn't say the same for the Unicorn. Whatever mood was in the air had died with all the grace of a wet fart.

"There's no need for all that. You did pay the bits after all, how about we instead-"

"Oh, want to buck my wife even more, do you? You've already got your bits - greedy whore, sex and money, that's all you types care about..." He scowled before storming out, the mare scolding him close behind.

As sharp and spiteful as the words were, Scarlet had heard worse. If anything, he simply felt confused. The indignation came later.

Scarlet let out another whine into the duvet. His fault or no, having a client walk out in the middle of a session was just so embarrassing! And infuriating! What kind of stallion wanting to get active again doesn't tell his spouse about an aversion to third parties and a hidden craving for dick? Understandable, perhaps, but it stung no less for a pony that loved to please others.

And he was so ready to go too. The thought of all that was supposed to happen began to bring a few extra sensations as he tossed and turned under the sheets. Such trains of thought weren't helping matters, it was time for a change of subject. He hugged the plush Pegasus toy closer and tried to imagine what his best friend would do if she were there. Swift would give him a hug, kiss his forehead, and tell him that a pony like him who always strived to make others happy shouldn't let a bad night like this get him down. He was tougher than that. Then she'd sit herself on his lap and begin sliding down his-

...no. Just no.

Another muffled grunt and Scarlet couldn't help but curse his overactive libido just this once. Swift was his best friend damnit! Sure, teenaged Scarlet going through puberty had no qualms occasionally shooting a load over that idea but they were adults now, and Scarlet had grown out of the notion. If nothing else, she had become like the sister he always wanted And as much as he didn't mind that certain siblings liked to intimately appreciate each other, he didn't want that. Not with Swift. (unless she asked first)

Scarlet rolled over to look at the clock on the wall. It was still early...early enough to be considered morning, and early enough for him to give up on falling asleep on his own. Almost absently he moved a hoof to rub at his stiffness, the tingle of pleasure sealing his decision. He wouldn't be sleeping, no. Not without taking care of his own...needs. Experience taught him that leaving things alone would only result in barely any sleep and waking up to some damp spots and a desire to do no more than take some quality 'personal time' in the shower.

Scarlet Petals needed to cum. And after all that happened that day it needed to be a good one.

With a spring in his step and a bounce of his groin the pony rolled off the bed and pulled out a box of old 'training gear' from under it, digging a hoof blindly through its contents. By chance or fate, Scarlet pulled out a rather realistic looking model of an average stallion's tackle, two-toned and equipped with a suction cup at the base. In the other hoof, was a decent imitation of a pony's rear end. He'd used them often before, less so nowadays due to his clients, and both tools would do perfectly now.

It didn't take long for Scarlet to put two and two together, having a full set of stallion bits to play with. He had just the...scenario, in mind to use them too. Leaning over he pulled out a bottle of lube from the nightstand and set it on top. He would need it soon enough. The edges of his lips curved into a smirk as the scene unfolded behind his closed eyes, as his hooves began to wander imagining what would happen next, and more importantly, who would be doing it....

"Scarlet! There you are. I've been looking for you..."

The sound of the door opening summoned Scarlet's attention to the intruder that caught him hanging out in such a compromising position.

"D-detective? What are you doing here...?"

Hard Boiled Jr only smirked in reply. His grey hooves casually walking over to Scarlet like he wasn't lying on his bed at full mast.

"Just Hardy, please. You know I don't like titles..."

First off, went the hat. One step forward. A kick to the door slammed it shut, clicking on contact. Locked.

"Anyway, as for why I'm here, mister Petals, is strictly for pleasure. Or is that just business for you here?"

A few more steps. Hardy's trench coat slid off next, exposing the detective's gun harness and lower body. Scarlet didn't speak, opting to pay more attention to the other stallion's uncovered flanks and the toned muscle moving with every step.

"I was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd pay a visit. Didn't think you'd object. I heard you had a long day. And so far, it looks like you're actually happy to see me."

A little flourish of hoofwork kept him on due course. The gun harness was flung onto the chair. Hardy's voice kept purring as Scarlet's throat suddenly ran dry. He began to loosen his tie.

"Hmm. Very happy, in fact. You look...tense, Scarlet."

Scarlet didn't even notice when Hardy got on the bed, staring into his half lidded golden eyes. What he did notice, though, was the sensation of a hoof trailing down the length of his stallionhood. And that brought his eyes down - right as Hardy lifted his leg to show off his own length, dark and mottled with pink from medial ring to the tip. It was half hard, but that was fast becoming untrue. When Hardy's voice next came it was whispered so softly his own heartbeat threatened to drown it out.

"I've had a long day too, and after running around the city all day a bath doesn't cut it. I just wanna let go. So..." the hot breath against Scarlet's cheek moved to the tip of his dick, as the sparks of pleasure danced down his shaft to the tune of Hardy's hoof. He ended it with a kiss of his soft lips before coming back up to rub his face into the crook of his neck. "Why don't you and I get some stress relief, together?"

"S-sure." Scarlet breathed. His own mind drifting back to reality with a grin. He returned the nuzzle, taking in the rough, heady scent that was Hard Boiled. "I know just how we can start. Stand on the bed, look over there. Remember the day we first met?"

"How could I forget? Swift didn't really tell us anything about her family till we got here. Taxi had to-ooOH!"

Hardy's voice gained an octave as soon as Scarlet put his silver tongue to work on the line between his cheeks. Red hooves guided him to line up with his body, pulled his rump down till sat over the other stallion's muzzle.

"Damn, Scarlet." Hardy's breath quickened as Scarlet's tongue wetted everything under the dock of his tail, tensing it higher for him. "I should've sat on your face sooner."

Scarlet ran his tongue like an artist's brush over canvas, painting the seam of Hardy's butt like an expert, basking in the soft but pleased grunts he was eliciting from the detective. He paused just long enough to reply, massaging his hooves into the muscle of those wonderfully thick haunches. "I wouldn't lie about a butt like this. If only you didn't do it in front of Granny I might have given you a free trial."

"Heh..my loss. Guess I finally know why you stared so much..." Hardy moaned in pleasure as the wet, slick, dextrous tongue began massaging, lapping at the tight muscle ring of his anus. Breath hitched in his throat when it began to slip through. "Mmpf! That's the spot. Keep going Scar..."

The stallion in question hummed his acknowledgement, as his current meal began rocking gently back and forth, digging deeper and exploring further down the hole. The sudden feeling of cloth trailing down his belly and a burst of suction around his tip made Scarlet exclaim, the vibrations causing Hardy to give a moan of his own around the head of his cock.

"Don't mind me, just thought I'd return the favour..." The grey pony didn't bother waiting for a reply as he went back down to suckle gently on the member before him, gentle hooves taking care of the lower half of the shaft and balls below it. He chuckled in bemusement when the velvety soft flesh twitched, sending a tiny bead of pre to be swept up by his swirling tongue drawing circles around Scarlet's flare.

Scarlet would not let himself be outdone by this amateur. He parted his lips and began properly making out with Hardy's rear end, tongue stretching deep to press at the sensitive inner walls, humming and groaning vibrations of pleasure into the soft flesh. He even nipped lightly at the rump itself, using a hoof to draw soft lines up and down the inner thigh and shaft, every other pass making Hardy clench around his probing tongue. Such a majestic example of the stallion form would get the thorough worshipping it deserved.

For all his obstacles Hard Boiled put up a decent fight. The work of hoof, spit, and tongue had made Scarlet's length slick and glisten in the light more than his leaking fluids did - not that it was any lacking in volume. Hardy swallowed some built up pre and did a final run oral test around Scarlet's cock. A hard trailing lick and hoof on both sides of the shaft, sure deliberate strokes interspersed with kisses at the most sensitive points, a deep and hard plunge to get his lips as close to the base as he could - and Scarlet rewarded every effort.

The detective tapped his playmate's thigh twice and sat upright, moving his rear off Scarlet's warm muzzle and flipped around to face him.

"Heh. Okay, Scarlet. I give on that one. Don't want to finish too soon, do you?" Hardy looked down with a smile and winked, glancing over his shoulder. He planted his forehooves down beside Scarlet's shoulders and moved lower. The other stallion could only grin back as he felt a rather slick, wet pair of cheeks grind on either side of his length. "You did a good job with that tongue of yours. But I'm wanting something more...filling."

Hardy moved to unbutton his shirt, the white cloth somewhat damp from the recent activities. As he tossed it aside to land wherever, Scarlet's hooves held him back before the detective's neckwear could follow.

"Leave the tie on."

Reality bled in all at once. The red stallion had to lean back and grip the sheets as to prevent him setting himself off prematurely. Scarlet took a few minutes to bask coming off the hormonal high, the flavour of strawberries faint on his tongue. The stallion's dick was now liberally coated with lube, as was his replica pony butt.

His shaft twitched in the cool air, begging for stimulation, but not just yet. The pony shifted a pillow to support his back and gripped the toy with both hooves. Time for the next part.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, you know." Scarlet put his hooves around Hardy's hips, holding him in place. He'd sooner be blue balled again before he'd let one of his bedmates feel pressured into something they didn't want. Consent was the number one rule, and if the other didn't enjoy it he wouldn't either. "It's harder than it looks, especially if it's your first time."

"Don't worry.” The other stallion chuckled down at him as he straddled his waist. Only the barest hint of uncertainty. “I've worked under Iris Jade for years."

Hardy winced at the feeling of Scarlet's member pushing against his anal ring, straining against the resistance that the previous tonguework did little to match. He planted his hooves on his chest to steady himself as his back arched downward. "Aaah...sure is a lot...bigger than it looks."

"I'm not complaining..." Scarlet Petals could do all but bite his lip to stifle a moan at the feeling of his dick in the embrace of that wonderously firm ass. The slick warmth as it slid up and down, the occasional pressure as his head caught in the rim of the detective's hole. Scarlet decided to simply lay back, prop himself up on his elbows and enjoy the show. "...take your time."

The sight of the moody, gruff stallion now putting on a brave face trying to sit himself fully on his cock was much more arousing than Scarlet expected. It took no shortage of willpower to stop himself from yanking on that tie and thrusting up behind those teasing thighs. Still, he couldn't stop the occasional twitch of his length, the clench of muscle within his groin that desperately wanted more. He consigned himself to feeling up the muscular pair of haunches riding him.

It was not the first position Scarlet would have preferred, no. If he had his way he'd be bent over Hardy's back, forelegs wrapped around his hips enjoying the feeling of fullness as his coat tickled against his inner thighs. But this was just as good. Feeling himself gain progress with every grind, seeing the beading pre gather at the police pony's mottled length, knowing that every clench and twitch of that bobbing length was because it felt good and that he was causing it - Scarlet would wait as long as it took. Slowly, surely, Hardy's rectum stretched enough for the tip to slip in.

"F-fuck...finally." His breathing was quickened, sweat beaded on his forehead. Hardy exhaled and slowly inched himself up and down, shifting side to side around Scarlet's very satisfying girth. With a wicked grin, he squeezed on the intruding length, snickering at the jolt of Scarlet's hips. "Well now, it looks like I found the controls. First things first..."

Scarlet cocked his head in surprise at the necktie now sitting around his neck. "Hardy? What's this-" The stallion's head jerked.

"Making sure I got your attention. Now be good, and I just might let you finish inside me, okay?"

Scarlet brought his hooves up before him, half-hiding his face at the fierce blush raging his cheeks as Hardy's meaning reached his ears. With a little hum of acknowledgement, he nodded.

"You're adorable, Scarlet." Hardy bent over and took the other's hooves in his own, overlaying them on either side of his thighs. He gave a reassuring peck on the nose then took the end of the tie in his mouth before leaning back up. "Take it slow...I want to savour it."

Needless to say, Scarlet obliged. Pressing little circles into the pair of golden scales he let himself drift in the feeling of the detective's inner walls pressing down on his shaft from all sides. His eyes began to roll back and fluttered shut as Hardy slid down until the first hint of resistance, before moving up a little then putting his weight on it to push down a little further than before.

"Haah...Oh Hardy, you feel amazing~" Scarlet moaned out his appreciation. The stallion had went down as far as he could go, and began bouncing lightly across the medial ring. An act that elicited plenty of other vocal appreciations from Scarlet's mouth.

"Are you always so talkative at work?" Hard Boiled smirked, tugging at the makeshift leash. Using the other hoof to beckon Scarlet's head closer he guided it towards his own since unattended stallionhood. He shifted his hips forward so that the tip pressed against his nose, and Scarlet wasted no time breathing in, tasting the natural smell of a stallion fresh from a long day's work. He felt a wet tongue circle the edges of his tip and tickle the urethra, soft lips cradling the first few inches of his cock with all the care of a mother with foal. Hardy's message was accepted eagerly. "That's it...put that mouth of yours to better use. Now just relax and enjoy the ride."

All Scarlet could hear was lubed flesh sliding, the heavy breathing of Hardy above him. He maintained contact with his eyes for as long as he could. The bouncing rhythm made it a little hard for Scarlet's to keep up, but he was flexible enough to manage. Hardy's cock had filled his maw to the brim...he wanted more of it. To stuff it down his throat. Swallow it all like a good little colt. The pony paused for a moment to breathe, before holding his breath and diving back down on the shaft with renewed vigor. He'd show Hardy how a professional stallion sucker did it.

Scarlet went all-out: nibbling and licking while trying to kiss the base of the shaft, humming and moaning with his throat around the length, swallowing and sucking to let the smooth muscle draw out ever more pre down into his empty belly. But as much as his cocklust was, Scarlet would have to concede this round. The tense contractions of Hardy's tight ring were starting to make him spasm. He pulled off with a wet slurp.

"...Hardy! I'm c-close..."

Both stallions' breathing had become quick and eager, nearly becoming cries as they raced each other to the finish. Wet percussions from their thighs slapping together filled the air. Hardy ground down on his steed and clenched hard. "I-inside! Give me all you've got!"

At this point Scarlet could only grunt as he took hold of the pair of flanks and pushed down deep enough for his balls to brush the cheeks. Time slowed as he felt his flare widen, the cum flood from his prostate up the shaft, and into Hard Boiled's rear end.

Scarlet opened his eyes to quite the mess. He'd been spurting for a good twelve seconds, and the white semen that overflowed from the silicone ass and onto his chest was a testament of how much volume he'd been keeping in reserve.

He plopped back onto the bed with a sigh. The sheets would certainly be messy, and he'd need a shower come morning. But he'd finally came and it was worth it. Still...

The Earth pony rolled over, glancing at the dildo that was moments ago being deepthroated like a Minotaur calf suckling milk. He had seen and partook in his share of fetishes both mundane and wild, and he knew the familiar feeling of that unquenchable desire inside him. Snippets of the fantasy flickered on repeat at the back of his mind.

Scarlet had an orgasm, yes, but he still wasn't satisfied. If anything, he was even needier than before, judging by the hooftip absently prodding at his rear entrance. A thought crossed his mind: The replica stallion length was still technically unused, though prepared and ready to go. He took the toy in question and shuffled over to the headboard, reaching over to the pink fuzzy hoofcuffs leftover from earlier that night. He was no unicorn, but he would find a way to make do.

"That...that was amazing, Hardy. You're amazing." Scarlet panted, tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth like a dog in the sun. He'd felt like he just ran a marathon, and had the sweat to show for it. "Funny. Usually I'm the one that gets told that."

"Well maybe I should visit more often. Can't have you getting too full of yourself. There's enough airheads in Uptown." Hard Boiled was clearly winded, but moved with a certain energy that meant he still had plenty of reserves. Such was the lifestyle of a cop that spent a good deal of time running, both away and after things. He sat down beside Scarlet sprawled on the sheets, motioning to his own pole that had yet to be satisfied. "Nice to see you're pleased, but if you don't mind..."

"Oh, say no more. I know just the thing." Scarlet blew a sultry kiss and rolled over, propping up his hindquarters on a splayed out pair of rear hooves. He hugged a pillow for support. Curving his back, slowly shaking from side to side. He flicked his tail in the air - not that it exposed much more - and curled over to look back at the other stallion. "Figure it out yet, detective?"

"How vulgar of you. I should arrest you for public indecency." Hardy ran his tongue over his lips, eyes locked on the swaying hips before him.

"Am I being detained, officer? Surely there's some kind of arrangement we can come to..."

"...nope." Before Scarlet's eyes could widen in surprise he found his hooves being wrenched behind his back, secured in a very familiar feeling pair of fuzzy restraints. A hoof was planted on the small of his back and he felt a weight upon his hips.

" You're under arrest for public indecency and attempting to bribe a police officer. Anything you say can and will be used against you." Hardy leaned down to whisper into his ear, and Scarlet felt hot breath against his cheek. "Feel free to resist."

"Ooh, officer, how rough of you..." Scarlet didn't bother holding back a whorish moan when he felt the weight on his back shift forward and a familiar prodding on his backside.

"Heh, you sound like a mare." Hardy mused, taking his time to line up his shot. More than once it ended up missing.

"If you want, I could be your mare for toni-oooh, that's deep!" Hardy didn't waste time with a reply, mounting him like a mare on her honeymoon. With the depths tested, he slowly drew out of Scarlet's snug grip.

"You know, Scarlet, I always had a soft spot for foals…” Scarlet screwed his eyes shut as the detective’s pulsing cock eased back in, filling him up in the way he craved.

“…never really liked dealing with them much, but something just keeps bringing me back. Their laughs of joy, watching them play, teaching them things..." With every full stroke, every pump of Hardy’s hips came an increasing pace. Sometimes he'd only go in partway, mix things up. Other times he’d immerse himself fully, short quick thrusts made up for with sweet encouragements whispered in Scarlet’s ear. More than once the loud wet slap of their connecting bodies echoed out. "...I wonder if Taxi knows any Zebra magic that can let a stallion conceive..."

"B-buck that!" Scarlet's expression was one of true bliss. His forehooves may have been locked, his rears beginning to go numb at holding the weight, but all that could be ignored as long as he was getting more of what he was getting from Hardy right now. "See if you can get this stallion pregnant with force of will!"

Scarlet Petals was a rather experienced escort, working at the Vivarium came with that. And as such any veteran staff member that served the clientele would understandably start to...acclimatise. Grow numb. Not this time. While the years of practice meant that he had little trouble taking the detective's average length without any pain, he also didn't suffer the usual lack of pleasure. He could be a bit of a size queen at times, but right now that average length felt just right.

Hardy took his hooves off Scarlet's back, choosing to now wrap them around his barrel and hug the waist. Readjusting his position, Hardy now thrust himself like a piston. Hard. Fast. Constant. He'd pin him down fully with his weight, nipping and biting at his neck and ears. The pleasure and pain drove Scarlet wild. If this was police brutality, he'd gladly offer himself up for a weekend in a cell.

Scarlet Petals' speech system was reduced to no more than a series of "ohh"s and "ah"s. As the fucking progressed his pitch increased into whinnys and whimpers. Further on he had no choice but to bite the pillow, any sounds he made from that point on were muffled squeaks - lest he overpower the local soundproofing. Even the Vivarium's resources had its limits. Besides, his room wasn't even in a main client area.

The feeling of being so filled, so thoroughly used just to have his belly bear a foal - Hardy's foal no less - was extremely arousing. His prostate being rammed like a castle during siege helped, as was the anticipation of the end of it all with as much seed as he could milk out being shot deep inside him. Scarlet's anus clenched weakly from the pleasure, any control on his part being pounded into mush by the loins of what he considered a God in stallion form. He barely registered his own cock slipping out of its sheath and stiffening up in the process, but the irony wasn't lost on Scarlet that he was having his boner fucked back into him.

Suddenly, the sensations ceased.

Blearily blinking his eyes Scarlet shook his head. Confused more than anything. "Hardy...? Why'd you stop?"

"Your legs were giving out. Here..." With some effort on his part Hardy shifted Scarlet onto his back, raising him higher so that he held his hooves in the air, rear legs dangling above that towards his face. All the weight was now on the red pony's back, cuffed forehooves, and his own rear legs. Looking down at Scarlet between his own spread thighs he noted the other stallion's peculiar expression. "Is this better? Are-"

"Hardy, shut up and fuck me already! Give me that foal!"

"Gladly." For whatever sudden sharpness in his voice Hard Boiled didn't show if it affected him. Coolly, like a shooter inspecting their gun, he shifted his grip to hold the underside of where Scarlet's legs met his hip and fucked.

Once more the sound of panting and slapping echoed through the room. Hardy was pushing deep, burying his entire length to the hilt with every buck. Not wanting to lose any moment of being filled, Scarlet wrapped his legs around Hardy's waist, linking his hooves together and pulling in sync with his push. The high of orgasm was coming back now, deep within him. Briefly, he'd considered tending to his own erection as it dangled tantalizingly in front of his maw, leaking strands of pre onto his chest fur, but chose otherwise. It would cheapen the feeling if he didn't get off purely from the stimulation he was getting from his prostate, and he certainly didn't care if he risked getting cum over his face and on the bed.

Besides, he wanted to keep looking at Hardy's eyes.

With a deep, guttural groan, Hardy buried himself inside Scarlet one last time, closing his eyes shut as he held him there and filled him to the brim. Pulse after pulse of thick, virile cum only an Earth Pony could produce shot off in ropes deep inside his belly. The feeling of pure fullness from the flare grinding past his most sensitive spot was the final straw, and the stallion had his second orgasm for the night. It painted him - and the sheets - pure white.

For the briefest of moments the room felt like a sauna. Now, as Scarlet Petals lay on his back, pushing himself off the toy still stuck to the headboard, he was well and thoroughly exhausted.

Panting and sweaty, fur matted and stuck together with one of the largest messes he's produced in a while, and a growing ache in the rear that would give him fond memories in the morning - the Vivarium worker was simply glad that he usually took a shower every morning.

To say nothing of the questions that would come if he were discovered sending in his bedsheets in such a state...the mess would be normal, but when said pony who owned them went without a client the night before...?

In the hazy afterglow of a spectacular orgasm, the realisation of events, of everything he'd done, of every burning desire and the particular fantasies it took to quench them...

"Oh my Celestia, I've got it baad..."

But by the Stars did he need to see that stallion again.

"S-so...full..." Scarlet groaned into the tuft of Hardy's chest as he lay atop the stallion. They were still connected for the moment at Scarlet's behest, he wanted to savour the oddly satisfying feeling of a stomach filled from the other side. "I can't believe you haven't gotten yourself a special somepony yet. Mare or stallion. You'd be getting proposals alone with a performance like that."

"With a job like mine there's not much room for that kinda stuff..." Hardy looked down at the other stallion cuddling into his chest. He gently stroked a hoof along Scarlet's belly - feeling the bulge, the proof of all their efforts. He wouldn't envy the Vivarium's laundry team when they turned up the morning. The pending cleanup would be a mess of its own. "But there's plenty of space for breaks once in a while."

Scarlet looked up at Hardy with a small smile. He let out a dry giggle. "Sorry, but I don't think you'd be getting any foals from me. In case you haven't noticed - I'm a stallion."

"I know."

"Will you come back again?"

"We'll see."

"...can you stay the night?"

Hardy wrapped a foreleg around Scarlet's shoulders as they lay propped against one of the many pillows of the bed. He inhaled the scent of his mane and planted a single smooch between those blonde locks.

"For you, Scarlet, definitely."

Author's Note

This one's real old. Over a year and a half at this time of posting. Understandably, it won't be the best I've got. But this one felt like a semi-realistic scenario that could come up in canon (at least at the time).

Officer Hotpants

The apartment of Radiophonic 'Telly' Telegraphica was, in a word, cozy. Not that anypony on a DPD officer's salary could afford rent on a huge apartment - special deals notwithstanding - nor would they usually want to. Not if they wanted somewhere even mildly convenient to live.

Telly herself had the place done up as best she could, and a specially prepared bottle with two glasses sat outside on the living room table. Her mane was being brushed through, dressed in a suitably suggestive white nightgown - she didn't need much flair for what was going to happen later, but it didn't hurt to show off a little...

A hard rap of knocks sounded from outside, muffled behind her bedroom door. She yelled her acknowledgement, excitement clear on her lips. Her magic opened the door before she was even halfway across the room.

"Well g'evenin miss. You can call me Officer Hotpants." The griffon on the other side greeted her with a distinctive drawl. Sykes wore a rather 'minimalist' take of his usual uniform, without the usual tools and things weighing on it, a cut down jacket worn open, and a pair shorts that showed off way more than it covered. He naturally stood a head above most stallions, and the sight of the male leaning against the doorframe looking down on her made Telly's heart quicken. A bit of primal instinct that she couldn't get enough of. "Been gettin' a few calls about some kids causing noise in the area, and I've been wanting to ask a few questions...if ya don't mind?"

"Well of course, officer. I'm well acquainted. I'll be happy to help." Telly's coy smile hid a tiny laugh. They usually didn't bother with such...theatrics. And considering their very casual history the mare found herself just ever so slightly impatient. But she could wait a little longer. She turned around and looked back with a teasing wink and flick of her tail. "Would you like to come in? You must be tired. The least I could do is offer you a place to sit."

"My thanks, milady." Sykes' gaze glanced down more than enough times than was polite following Telly into her home, but he was still professional enough to close (and lock) the door behind him first. "You live here alone, miss? Seems a mite...dangerous."

"I can take care of myself just fine." A more playful smirk took over Telly's features as she poured two glasses of drink she'd specially prepared before. Part of her didn't mind the extra bit of anticipation. It was just like...warming up. "Something to drink, officer? What would you like to know about those...troublemakers?"

She graced back across the rug to the couch where Sykes chose to sit, arms and legs spread across the frame, and leaving little to the imagination. She held both glasses in her magic, passing one over as she sat on one of his broad thighs, her other hoof feeling the muscular contours under his chest feathers.

"Forget those thugs for a moment." The griffon plucked the glass out of the air as his other talon pulled her closer to his chest, and ran it down the back of her form, getting a good feel of where it stopped on her hindquarters. "A beautiful mare like yerself shouldn' be spending a beautiful night like this alone. Perhaps I could keep you company...? Just to be safe, 'course."

"How could I resist an offer from such a strong," Telly's hoof trailed downwards, taking its time down the winding bumps of griffon musculature before patting the bulging seam of the zip on his shorts. "masculine, griff such as yourself. I should thank you." Her own glass moved forward to clink against his, the signal to finally begin.

"Jus' one thing first Tel." Sykes coughed, breaking character. "You're sure these are safe, right? Nothing permanent?"

"Don't worry, Taxi's got some mysterious sources but you know she's reliable." Telly assured her friend-with-plenty-of-benefits. "And no matter what Zebra potions still have a half life. Things will be back to normal by morning latest. It's made for couples trying to conceive, plus a little extra something for me - but we don't need to worry about that. Just think of it as a glass of wine."

Telly moved the glass of deep red liquid toward her lips and Sykes did the same - albeit downing the volume much quicker in a single gulp. A light shiver passed as the alcohol-enhanced alchemy went into his system.

"Doesn't waste any time, does it?" He exhaled. Tightness grew tighter in his pants as Sykes' mind strayed far. The mare's body took to the concoction just as fast, her face already tinged red from the increased bloodflow to...everywhere.

"Nope! Just as well, I was dying to get out of this." She flicked the hem of Sykes' jacket. "And with clothes as revealing as this you might as well not be wearing anything at all."

"You almost sound like Taxi." The griffon joked as the mare climbed off him and headed towards the bedroom. "If she were here I'm sure we'd have gotten started with the clothes still on."

"If she were here we wouldn't even have had time to get a drink." Telly put a not-unnoticeable sway to her hips and tail flagged high as she moved. Not that the griffon needed any help getting a clearer view. "Now are you coming in or what?" she called over her shoulder.

"Oh you bet I am." Sykes was a piece of poetry in motion, with how he disrobed while following the mare into her bedroom. A uniform, tie, and shorts still took longer to remove than the straps of a nightgown regardless.

By the time he entered Telly was already lying on her back on the edge of her modestly sized bed, legs spread, marehood on display. He swooped down on her like a hungry carnivore, his griffon anatomy having shown its interest in its own respective prey.

"Gotta make sure everything still fits..." He reached down with a talon and teasingly raked a claw at her entrance, the sharp sensation making her jump with the sound of her flesh reacting as a damp plip.

"It hasn't been that long." Telly's horn lit up, the sound of wood sliding against wood as she brought out a bottle of personal lubricant from the nightstand. "But if you need it ..."

"Nah, don't think I do. You're plenty wet already. Jus need to stretch things out."

"I hope that means what-oh Celestia mmpf!" Her words cut short when Sykes drove his digit in to the base, while nipping at the oh-so-sensitive spot in the crook of her neck. The tiny sparks of pain only augmented the pleasure of feeling Sykes' feeling up her insides.

"A little bit more..." The feeling of fullness wiggling around in Telly's groin doubled as another digit was nudged past her vaginal opening. She grunted at the mild pain, body involuntarily clamping down in mixed pleasure with arousal. It wasn't that he was being particularly rough, more that compared to her Sykes was simply just...big.

"So," Telly's wince didn't go unnoticed behind her heavy breathing. She looked up to find the larger griffon laying partially on his side by her, his remaining forelimb pinning one of her arms to the mattress. "think you can fit one more?"

A nod was all the reply Sykes needed to insert a third talon. The soft moans from the mare under him all the encouragement he needed to keep going. The scent of horny mare in the air was alien to his senses, yet so very appealing.

His own member was half unsheathed - the pinkish tapered rod twitched in anticipation, each breath drawing attention to how heavy it all looked, the full sac behind filling Telly's mind with images and fantasies about how they would soon feel slapping against her, filling her. Who would've known the centuries old phrase of 'split apart on a Griffon's spear' would become something to be turned on by?

Telly wouldn't let her bed partner do all the work, and so her magic worked more applying a shifting field of telekinetic force to Sykes' groin. The sensation of tingling soft vibration simultaneously fondling his balls and tickling his shaft was enough to slip it out fully. No words needed to be said, they were ready and eager to get going. The griffon rolled over the mare, breaking her concentration by pinning her hooves to the bed under his talons, and glanced down to line up with her cunt before thrusting forward.

"Ooh Telly, it's been too long." he moaned.

The unicorn's sphincter clenched against the invading cock partway in - the wider flesh near his base was a girth larger than a few claws could make. Though different from a canine's knot, griffon anatomy was still referred to as such. Sykes wasted no time getting straight to work like a sculptor chiseling stone, the smooth slick walls of Telly's vagina would ease up with time, and no shortage of effort.

"Ooh...keep going..." A hint of a dazed smile formed on the mare as Sykes rammed again and again into her quivering pussy. Lightning bolts of sensation shot through her spine and with her forelegs restrained all she could do was try and pull the griffon's hips down towards hers. That, and her magic, but her knowledge of spells was rather limited for bedroom use.

"As yer wish." The larger griffon's grunts sent bursts of warm breath over Telly, his own quick and short movements giving way to longer and deeper ones.

Their mutual moaning and panting continued for a while longer, the sensation of the pony's innermost muscles clenching and gripping at the griffon's sizeable throbbing meat working them both towards their own orgasms. Sykes had just began to bottom out with his balls smacking against her thighs when Telly let out a sustained moan, quivering in a full-bodied shiver as she had her first orgasm for the night.

His own movements quickened, eager to get to his own end. Some hard thrusts grinding Telly's hips into the mattress meant Sykes soon found him shooting his own load inside her.

He didn't have time to enjoy the feeling of his Griffon seed spilling out though. A series of quick taps on his limb brought his attention back from the highs of stimulation. He pulled out.

"Somethin' wrong?" Concern was evident on his face, Sykes was no marvel of a Griffon specimen but even his size proved too huge at times for some ponies. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"N-no, you're fine." Telly brought a now freed hoof down towards her forehead. "I just feel a little weird all over..."

Sykes held his position on top but gave the wincing unicorn a moment to recover. He took his eyes off her for just a moment but when he next looked he could swear that Telly looked slightly different in the dim light.

"Alright. It's gone. Now where..." Telly's voice trailed off. Something was amiss. "...is-is that...my voice?"

"Telly? How'd you make your voice lower like that?" He lowered his hips to sit when something long, soft, and warm brushed past his own shaft against his thigh. It pulsed. "Did you...oh."

"What-oh Celestia!" Telly exclaimed. What was going to be a gasp of shock turned into a barely stifled moan of pleasure at the realisation of what changed with Telly's body looking down. "Oh goddamnit Taxi..."

Between the unicorn's legs now stood the proud and familiar equipment of a stallion. Specifically, a stallion's cock pressed into the feathers of the Griffon atop it.

"I...wasn't expecting that." Sykes stood frozen hunched over as he was above the now-stallion. The sight of the green unicorn's second horn glistening moist and leaking pre was undoubtedly a surprise. As was the pool of combined bodily fluids that how soaked the sheets below Telly's crotch. "Do...do ya still wanna continue?"

He shifted and elicited another twitch from the erect cock as it brushed against his own. Telly looked confused - as much as one can be on a magically driven lust.

"I'm still too turned on to be mad or anything else right now." Telly grumbled. It may have been a few octaves deeper, but her - his? She was still a mare where it counted - voice held the same quirks and inflections it usually did. "You...don't mind?"

"It won't last the night anyways. Why stop?" He shrugged. "S'not like it's a new thing to me..."

"Wait, what? Are you saying-"

"Look Telly, do you wanna keep fuckin' or not?" Sykes breathed. "You ain't the only one who's too horny to think straight."

A moment's pause was all it took, all it needed. Telly nodded. "I don't know about you but I don't feel like I need a break."

"Gettin' better, but I'm still spent." The griffon looked around, an idea slowly forming, before reaching over to the nightstand. "Get off fer a second..."

Telly wordlessly did as he - it was true to some extent - was told and stood aside watching, and slightly squirming, as Sykes tossed over the bottle of lube and leaned against the bed, legs splayed and tail raised.

"Never been one to let an opportunity go to waste." He looked over his shoulder, giving the unicorn a wink. "Well?"

"You're just lucky gay stuff is one of my favourite kinks." The stallion muttered. A swift application of magic got both requisite parts lubed up and stepped on the mattress to mount the griffon.

The feeling of putting his forelegs around another's waist and chest brushing against his back unlocked some deep instinct in Telly magically granted by the potion. His hips began thrusting with a mind of its own and it took a few tries before it found its mark, but Telly slipped in with minimal trouble.

"Ohh, that's deep!" Telly made it to the hilt in one motion, the feeling of being the one penetrating was a sensation so pleasurably alien, and definitely tighter than expected. The other's muscular ring clenched hard around his shaft, much like how a mare would. Though tighter, it was more focused than the general squeeze he was used to. Not unpleasant, simply different.

"Enjoying yourself?" The griffon cooed, clenching down on the cock sliding in and out of his rear. "Don't worry, I can take it."

Telly's first time in the traditional stallion's role was magical, but brief. Not a few minutes had passed before the unicorn's humps became erratic, then slowed, then stopped as his cock throbbed and blew a load of semen deep inside the griffon.

"Is that...is being a stallion always like that?" The temporarily ex-mare panted. It took all his remaining will to just stay on top of the larger male's back.

"About half the time." Sykes replied. He chirped at the unicorn, drawing attention to his own shaft now leaking clear precum. "Now there's still the matter of me an' mine..."

"Oh I know just the thing." The bottle of lube made a reappearance in Telly's magic grip. "Lie down?"

The duo changed positions once again and found themselves in a mirror of their first round. Telly straddled Sykes' hips as he lay on his back, the griffon cock poised at the entrance to the unicorn's ass. He tested the heft and weight, feeling the curves and ridges of the spear. Feeling it slide slick between his cheeks and grind against his hole.

"Yer ass is still as amazin' as ever, Telly." The griffon's claws grasped and kneaded at the pony's rear, guiding their motion. "...nervous?"

"A little...ah, screw it." In one smooth motion Telly raised up and lowered himself anus first onto the tip of Sykes' rod. The experience wasn't too different from the usual way, but - oh, stars - was it tight! It felt like barely any made it in before the pony's anal sphincter felt stretched to the limit.

"Aah...you're huge..." He whined through strained teeth. Pain was expected, it was present, and eventually enough of his hole was stretched that the other male's member began to press and grind against a certain sensitive spot inside him. It was a burst of pleasure, of need, of hunger. Telly wanted more.

"Take yer time..." The griffon reassured him with a pat on the flanks. Slowly, surely, Telly forced more and more of the cock inside till all of it was in him. Uncomfortable as it was, the leaking half erection the stallion sported was clear sign of his want to continue.

Just as quickly the unicorn went up at the same snail's pace, eyes screwed shut, entirely focused on the feeling of fullness receding, the easing pain-pleasure as it slid out, and most especially the feeling of emptiness left behind.

Telly repeated the motions - surely at first, then picked up the pace. Faster and faster they moved, hips crashing together with wet slaps as the pony chased the fleeting pleasure ever higher, ever deeper. The mattress springs strained again with their movements as Sykes pushed up and Telly forced down, momentum reflecting and carrying through to the next movement. And through it all, Telly's stallion cock grew stiff and twitched with every thrust, leaking more and more pre.

But even zebra sex potion fueled streaks have their limit. Pants and moans grew louder once again and breathing grew labored. With a groaned cry, the griffon slammed the pony's hips down down as hard as he could, pushing him all the way to the hilt. As the tight throbbing of Sykes' orgasm shot streaks of warmth into him, Telly shifted and rubbed his prostate against the base of the bulbous cock. The stallion's own member throbbed and dribbled short streams of cum soon after, most of it already spent filling Sykes' ass.

They would stay there for a few moments more, enjoying the momentary afterglow - though they could feel the potion working it's magic still, winding their bodies up for another round - whenever they felt like it.

"...ha, it's only just past midnight." Telly turned to glance at the nearby clock, before looking back down at the griffon. "You know, I just might ask Taxi for this again on purpose next time."

"Enjoying being the fairer sex for a while?" Sykes mused. The air smelled of sweat and fluids of both kinds. "We still got all night..."

'Ah, shit.'

The single thought was all Taxi had as she finished the first of her stack of pancakes. While pancakes for dinner because there was literally nothing else around is a sad enough event by itself, this was not the reason for her mental realization. Hindsight being the perfect regret machine it is, her memory pinpointed the exact cause and process leading to the uncomfortable warmth spreading form her lower abdomen.

After receiving her favour from Telly, the mare went through her web of contacts to a Zebra alchemist that produced tinctures and potions for any occasion. Unfortunately, the stallion ran out of different colourful bottles and wound up giving her three nearly identical ones. Two were a 'marital aid' that Telly asked for, while the last one was a fully functional - though temporary gender change potion that she'd planned for a rather elaborate prank on Hardy.

Which, upon her return to the Bunker, Taxi immediately moved to disguise by transferring it's contents to another bottle that would blend in with the place now that most of the previous occupants' unused...items were moved out. A bottle that just so happened to look just like the one Limerence left behind on the counter where he made their meal.

"Does anypony else feel a little strange...?" Hard Boiled said out to the table, re-applying a coating of syrup to his plate. "Nevermind, it's probably nothing."

"Your cooking's great as always, Limmy!" Swift Cuddles exclaimed, as she dug through her own stack topped with some meat that she 'found off the back of a trolley'. The Pegasus giggled as she teased the soft, fluffy pancakes with a fork. "I've never seen pancakes this soft and fluffy...and...and...is it supposed to remind me of a mare's you-know-what so easily? Because it is."

Limerence's horn glowed momentarily, his mouth curved in a worried frown. "I'm detecting effects of lowered inhibitions toward arousal and increased sensitivity to...stimulation. It's no spell, but it's like we're dosed with some kind of Love Poison, but only barely...I'm finding it rather difficult to care too much about it..."

"How in Tartarus did our food get poisoned?! Taxi do you...Taxi?" Hardy's hooves slipped in his exclamation and he dropped the syrup. He moved to try and catch it, but in doing so flipped the plate sending the food sliding off onto his lap and a generous amount of syrup over the rest of his torso.

She didn't need the Archivist's analysis to figure out what happened, the growing moist patch in her seat was evidence enough. To Taxi's honed reflexes it was like watching the stallion getting covered in slow motion. The pancakes and butter hit the pony's lap with a soft, wet, luscious smack as ropes of golden, glistening syrup landed on his coat, oozing down in viscous rivulets. A chill ran up her spine, and something clenched.

"Oh! Sir, let me get that off you before it sticks..."

"How clumsy of you, detective. How you've got yourself all dirty..."

"It's alright you two, I-ack, Swift?! Stop licking me! Last thing I want is feeling your meat shredders on my-Lim, that's close enough, you don't gotta lean in so much just to-mmf!"

It was too late. As soon as it happened Swift leaned down to trail her tongue over Hardy's hoof and foreleg, licking up the golden syrup like a cat does milk. Meanwhile Limerence leaned over and lit up his magic - though she couldn't see it's direct effects -the unicorn's hoof placed very high up on the Earth Pony's inner thigh was a good indication.

Swift had since moved to straddle Hardy's leg, her family's history with the Vivarium showing in the posture of how she sat on his thigh, hoof trailing circles up his shirt gathering syrup as she leaned in to agonizingly slowly lick up the side of his face, syrup-coated hoof reaching to cup his chin. Limerence had a similar idea, hoof now squarely reaching for some things right between Hardy's legs, magic still alight and simultaneously undoing his shirt buttons and knot of his tie. The unicorn's eyes were closed with muzzle buried into a heated nip in the crook of his neck, nostrils flared as he inhaled.

The scene was unfolding before her and she would be too slow to stop it. If she wanted to...after all, they'd have all night.

And this was when Taxi knew, she fucked up.

Author's Note

This one was a request, with some modifcations on the premise to become more 'familiar' territory. I couldn't resist the little bit of humour at the end, though.

Coffee Break (with no one around)

Hard Boiled was alone.

He didn't know when the thought occurred to him, only that it did. Silence. Solitude. There was no one - nopony around save for himself and Juniper the next cubicle over. The sun went down a good while ago and Telly had stepped out to run an errand, one that would take well over an hour. The rest of the skeleton crew were outside their area, the faint sounds of their work too easily ignored unless looked out for...for those that were awake. They may as well not have been around. After all, you only need one pony to pick up a phone.

Which left the frankly endless task of sorting through the effective infinity of the File Cloud.

Hardy glanced aside at the clock on the wall. It read half past nine. It's ticking echoed in his ear like the growing hum of tinnitus. In fact, it was actually giving him tinnitus. A hoof reached up to loosen his tie, only forgetting that he'd done so much earlier and set it aside. He hated neckwear, but the monotony must've been getting to him if he could forget an action he took as soon as he arrived.

He looked over at Juniper's desk - the stallion was rearranging files like a zombie - he looked ready to sleep any minute. Normally he'd allow it, but his own eyelids were feeling heavy, and he knew both of them were heavy sleepers.

If Telly were here he'd let Juni sleep, and at the very least he'd have someone to talk to. Sadly that wasn't looking like an option. Didn't help that the File Cloud was a literal white noise machine.

The grey stallion took the completed half of his stack and put it in the ‘Out’ tray. The magical enchantments sent the papers flying page by page up into the dull grey rumbly above.

There would always be more, but staying awake was more important for the moment. Hardy left his coat hanging on the back of his chair.

“Hey, Juni.” He tapped his partner on the shoulder. The green stallion snorted, jerking upright and wiping away some drool. A small puddle had formed on his shirt. “Telly still isn't back yet, coffee?”

Juniper glanced at the clock, first bleary-eyed, then incredulous. He grimaced downwards at the damp spot on his shirt. “Ugh...its only been that long? Sure, kiddo.”

He yawned and stood to follow him, bomber jacket left hanging on the wall. He loosened his tie - it wasn't like anypony would be around to care anytime soon.

The Castle break room was like a sanctuary from paperwork - a title it notably shared with the bathrooms and several storage closets. Easily the best thing about the place no one on the force would dispute was the coffee machine. Donated long ago after some post-war declassification of a bureau of magical artifacts, it was an old reliable dispensing the best temperature-adjusted joe a cop could ever ask for…as long as it was fresh.

Which, thankfully, wouldn't be an issue this time. Hard Boiled and Juniper Shores had steaming mugs in their hooves within a minute, both enjoying the other's quiet company and earthy aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The stallions looked considerably livelier once they got halfway through.

Hardy turned to grab a second round when the sound of ceramic being set on the table drew his attention. A pair of strong hooves wrapped around his waist and a securing warmth filled his back. Juniper's breath was warm on his cheek as his voice came low and husky.

“Wanna fool around Hardy?” He whispered. The stallion's scruff tickled his face as his hooves began roaming over his shirt.

“Oh come on Juni,” Hardy's ears folded back even as blood rushed to his face. “I know we're alone, but Telly could be back anytime. Anypony else in the building could walk in here too. The rumours are wild enough already. Can't it wait till we leave?”

“It's quiet enough outside to hear a pin drop, and Telly hasn't been gone that long…” The older stallion nipped at his ear tip as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of his partner's mane. He was still using that hops-scented shampoo. “I can wait, your bed's comfier anyhow. But you'll understand if I just…stay like this…”

Juniper's roaming hooves never dipped past Hardy's hips, but the chaste kisses along his neck weren't good at keeping things tame. As was the bite on the shoulder strap of his gun harness that pulled right on the thigh loops.

“You smell nice tonight. Still using that soap I got you?” He murmured.

“All I can smell is coffee…” Hardy grumbled, but a sidelong nuzzle and a faceful of Juniper's mane brought a sound that sounded suspiciously like a whimper. Or maybe that was the leg rubbing the inside of his thigh.

At any rate, it was getting warmer than coffee had any right to make him. And from how things felt Juniper was getting as…warm, as he was.

Hard Boiled didn't often last long against Juniper's ministrations, his only consolation that their years together meant he knew how to get his own back soon enough. He signalled his intentions with a grey hoof wrapped around the other's green muzzle, as Hardy brought the roaming head up for him to plant a kiss on the cheek.

“Broom closet?”

“Broom closet. Race you there.”

Storage closets were an underappreciated part of architecture. They weren't always big and rarely spacious, but they kept things out of the way, made decent hiding space, and when necessary - a private space secluded away from the crowd, or in case one wanted to be extra sure they wouldn't be disturbed.

It was barely a second after he entered that the door clicked shut, barred by a kick of Juniper's leg skidding a mop bucket against it. Not enough to truly deny entry, but what were the chances?

The green stallion was surprisingly eager compared to his earlier efforts. Juniper planted his hooves around his sides, practically picking Hardy up and roughly planting him on an empty section of shelf, sandwiched between cardboard boxes. Juniper planted his forehooves on the wall beside and leaned in to clash tongues once more, grinding their hips together. He tasted like coffee.

“Whatever happened to waiting?” Hardy murmured between kisses. Not that he was complaining much. Juniper's embrace made him appreciated, comfortable, safe. He'd rather have that feeling over physical stress release any day, if it came down to it.

But in the meantime, he was happy to have both.

“I'm not the one who got here first.” the stallion grinned, before continuing his affectionate assault. He leaned in to undo the buttons of Hardy's shirt. “Still say we've got plenty of time. And since I've got you all to myself…alone...right under Iris Jade's metaphorical nose…”

“Thinking of moving over to her office?” He couldn't deny the offer was tempting, with her absence guaranteed…a literal ‘fuck you’ to their bad boss.

“I'd love to mess up the chief's desk, but I like not being caught more. Who knows what kinda surveillance she has?” Juniper paused to massage little circles down Hardy's torso, teeth releasing his shirt buttons one by one. “I'm good with just making my partner knows just how much I...appreciate him.”

“Well I appreciate you too, if you wanna call it that,” Hardy's heatbeat quickened as Juniper sent tingles through his belly. “what are ya planning, Juni?”

Upon reaching the last button and exposing his chest, Juniper merely smiled, rubbing a hoof over the bulge going down his partner's thigh. “I'd say this is a gun you've got in your pocket, but I'm betting you're just happy to see me.”

“Only one way to find out.” Hardy scooted his hips forward, bracing himself against a nearby box, which conveniently only spread his legs wider.

Juniper planted a final smooch on Hardy's belly before kneeling down and dragging the zipper of his pants with his teeth. The mild smell of Hard Boiled entered his nose and maybe it was just the zip, but he became acutely aware of how dry his mouth was.

“Decent caliber you got here…heh, mine's bigger.” It took some effort to pry his trousers down far enough, but Juniper's efforts to rile him up worked exceptionally well. Hardy's splotched shaft was ready and raring to go, he could feel the heat wafting off it as it throbbed in time with his pulse.

“Slightly. As if that makes much of a difference.” Hardy nudged Juniper with a free leg, folding it over his shoulder.

Juniper got straight to the point, engulfing half of Hardy's cock down near the medial ring. He withdrew slowly, leaving a glistening sheen of saliva behind with a wet squelch. At the tip he held on with his lips, tongue dancing around the edges of its head.

“Woah there, Juni…” Hardy hummed his approval. “Don't know what's gotten into you, but I'm not complaining…”

He only winked once, bobbing his head up and down, a little deeper every round. Hardy was content to lay back and let Juniper do the work, muttering soft assurances and running his hooves through his messy mane.

The other stallion took his time on his knees, never really taking Hardy past the back of the throat. The stallion’s member felt heavy on his tongue, the faint hint of precum whenever it scraped forward when he pulled back. Resting one hoof on Hardy's thigh and the other cradling the sack underneath. He couldn’t say he was too big a fan of being on the giving end of a blowjob, but it was worth it for the adorably pleasured look on his partner's face.

It took a while to get there, but Juniper's throat felt amazing. The smooth muscle contracting around his shaft, the way the stallion teased the crown of his tip with his tongue, before going down deeper, swallowing, and back again. But most arousing of all Juniper’s dusky eyes looking straight back at him - a very smug look for a stallion with a mouthful of cock. “Mmf...k-keep at it…”

It wasn't much longer before Hardy reached his peak Juniper could tell it was time when his leg began to quiver, member twitching in his mouth. He barely had time for one last breath before Hardy’s hooves forced his head forward. Muzzle buried in the groin of Hardy's pants, the flaring head meant there was only one way things could go. The mottled shaft twitched and spasmed as it emptied its load down the back of Juniper's throat - he could smell nothing else but the stallion’s scent with his nose buried in Hardy’s groin.

Hardy groaned out Juniper's name softly as he came, stifling it behind a hoof. The green stallion pulled it back out in one swift movement, coughing. It came out clean, covered in nothing but the cool sensation of stallion spit. A string of which still connected him to Juniper's lips, his face a little more red than before.

“Urgh, I think some of it came back up.” Juniper gagged. “Don't see how some ponies enjoy that kinda taste.”

“Hey, you're the one that went down on me first.” Hardy panted. “If you can't handle the taste-”

The bitter tinge of his own seed was what Hardy tasted next. Juniper had pounced on him once more, grabbing him by the collar for another sloppy kiss. He moaned into his mouth. Despite the taste, he found the act undeniably…hot.

“How about a taste of your own medicine?”

“Bleh. Okay, it's bad, I get it.” Hardy scraped his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “Is this your way of saying I leave a bad taste in your mouth?”

“It's me saying you should give me some warning first before trying to choke me out.” The other stallion wiped a string of fluid off his mouth with a hoof.

“Yeah, and last time you told me ‘Detain me harder, officer’.”

Juniper's brows furrowed, ear twitching backwards. An expression that only made Hardy smile more.

“I'll deal with that later.” Juniper nudged his partner off the shelf and gestured toward the floor. “As for now, I don't hear anyone yet so if you don't mind…”

Hard Boiled followed along, laying on the ground, discarding his pants when prompted. His eyes widened slightly when he looked between his legs to see Juniper moving to stand above him, his own rod stiff and ready.

“...I've still got this to take care of.” He rubbed his warm flesh against his belly, relishing the soft feeling as he smeared beads of wetness around. He looked down at the other pony between his legs, shirt opened, mane messy and damp with sweat, and bright yellow eyes looking right back at him. “You look real sexy like that, kid.” Juniper whispered.

“So would you in this position…” Hardy's ears folded back, a tinge of redness forming. “Don't know if you noticed Juni, but a closet of cleaning supplies probably isn't gonna have anything useful for you right now…”

“Don't worry about that, I have an idea.” The stallion grabbed his thighs and moved them up, squeezing his meat between them and in line with his own spent member. Juniper planted his forehooves on either side of Hardy and leaned over. “Just let me do the work.”

Juniper started slow, grinding away at his partner while his lips placed a soft kiss on Hardy's own before moving onto attend to other erogenous zones. Hardy squeezed his thighs as Juniper's cock slid between them, rubbing every so often against his own still-sensitive shaft. Soft groans came from both of them as they closed their eyes, focusing only on the sensation of each other.

The smouldering attention wouldn't last much longer, Hardy could feel Juniper's pulse picking speed, his attentions growing more passionate. He tensed up upon feeling the stallion nibble at a very specific spot on his collarbone, wrapping his forelegs around Juniper's neck to stop his head from hitting the floor.

Steady pumps turned into frantic thrusts as Juniper grew closer to his peak. Both softly moaned the other's name as Juniper nuzzled and kissed and nibbled at Hardy's face and neck, himself returning the favour by leaving his own kisses and love bites on Juniper's neck. His stubble brushed against his cheek with every movement. The fact he was effectively being dry-bumped essentially became an afterthought.

Juniper ended surprisingly quietly, thrusting a few more times before grinding down - hard. The sensation was enough that Hardy was sure he'd have cum himself if he didn't already do so earlier. Nether were particularly pent up, but a decent volume still spurted out onto Hardy's chest and belly. He exhaled sharply, holding himself up by the forelegs.

“That was...amazing, Juni.“ Hardy could feel the warmth radiating off his partner as he lay down beside him, wrapping his hooves around his torso but taking care to avoid the minor mess on Hardy's chest. “You're amazing.”

“What can I say...? You're…the best. Making sure you know it...is the least I can do.” Juniper planted a smooch on his forehead before burying his face in the crook of his neck and inhaling. The air heavy with their combined scent.

“Could've…would've preferred not to have to clean up, though…”

“Don't sweat it, bathrooms are right next door. Besides-”

The sound of sharp hoofsteps going right past the door made them freeze. The voice of Radiophonic Telegraphica was like a crack of thunder in the silence.

“Hardy! Shores! I'm back! Where did you two go!? I know you're in here somewhere, you left the coffee machine on…”

Author's Note

A 'prequel' chapter, based off of some old ideas I had. This is something I'd most definitely call 'non-canon'. Still a nice idea to think about, though.

Dessert after Dinner

Limerence found his brother on his bed, browsing one of the many dusty tomes of the library - as be should've expected.

Zefu flipped a page, rear facing the door, tail swishing absently. The unicorn-zebra looked none the wiser to his half-brother's entrance. Obviously he was trying to get on his nerves. And succeeding.

"Zefu." Limerence stated.

"Ah, brother. What brings you here?" He flipped the book shut and set it aside with his magic, smiling sweetly. His neck curved backwards over his shoulder like a filly trying to charm her way out of trouble.

"You know exactly what I'm here for." The unicorn glared. "What you pulled at dinner-"

"Didn't you close the door behind you? It's only polite." The door swing shut behind him softly. It was an unconventional sight to see the thin unicorn accost the slightly bigger half-zebra. "You were saying?"

"Dinner. Your magic. Under the table." Limerence grunted. "Father was right there."

"Father never noticed anything." Zefu cooly reassured. "I just wanted to get your attention."

"Well you have it now." The teenage unicorn stamped a hoof at him. "He was right. There! Do you honestly think he wouldn't figure out anything with how slowly you were licking that popsicle?"

"Calm down, Limerence. Father is over-prepared, not hyper-attentive. I made sure to do so only when he wasn't looking." Zefu's gaze turned smug a moment after. "He certainly would have said something if he noticed. Though I take it you enjoyed the show…?"

"As if you gave me a choice," His brother rolled his eyes, muttering. He glanced behind and adjusted his hind legs slightly. "Surely your magic has made a full recovery if you can multitask eating with fondling my-"

"I'm sorry." Limerence's ears perked forward at Zefu's interruption. "I can see you weren't fine with it. And I'm sorry."

Zefu's ears pinned back, his expression a far cry from the earlier haughty confidence he wore. "I simply wanted to tease you a little in a way I thought you'd appreciate. After all, there's no fun without a little risk."

"I cannot say I appreciated the boldness, but you know I wouldn't have denied you if you simply asked. I've gladly taken care of you ever since…"

The both of them glanced towards the cane leaning against the nightstand. Nothing more needed to be said on that matter.

"You definitely grew a little more bold yourself." Zefu chuckled at his brother's fluster. "Though, I do wish to ask for a, ah, a favor…"

Limerence eyed his sibling. The gears were turning in his head, he had a decent suspicion of what would be asked of him. "...What is it, Zefu?"

"Well, I definitely make the effort to sit like this just for my comfort…" The half Zebra moved his tail aside and lifted a leg, putting himself on display. The tip of his black sword peeking out from its sheath. "I'm a growing colt with needs…and so are you."

Limerence rolled his eyes at his younger brother's rather…obvious hint. But sight of Zefu's lean body so openly inviting him stirred a rush of blood within his. He took a step forward regardless.

"Could you not simply use your hoof?"

"I'm afraid my favoured hoof has not been as useful as it once was." Zefu sighed with mock sorrow. "You know it's only fair I make it worth your while."

"And your magic?" The unicorn took a spot on the bed by Zefu, laying on his side toward his rear legs as Zefu faced his.

"...I like it better when you do it." Limerence smirked at his brother's sheepish admission. But it only lasted a moment. "I wouldn't want to deny you the indulgence."

"Nor yourself."

"Especially myself."

The half-Zebra was the first to hum his satisfaction as Limerence applied a dose of magical stimulation. The soft black flesh of the young stallion quickly grew firm as rings of soft blue magic caressed up the shaft while a constant tingle around the crown had Zefu pulsing with anticipation.

While his brother was quick to ready Limerence felt a hoof nudge his leg aside, the gentle tinge of Zefu's own magic enveloped his sack, roaming around his groin to tease out his own stallionhood.

"You've quite the endowment, brother." Zefu eyed Limerence's pink cock as it grew to its full size - a modest increment over his own, if slightly thinner. "Surely someone should have laid with you by now if they only knew what you were hiding…"

"The size of the tool matters less than how it is used." Limerence glanced at Zefu, whose eyes were still on their prize. "And I don't have much reason to use it at all. You're the outgoing one."

"A shame then. I suppose I will have to be the one to appreciate it."

"I thought you preferred mares?" Limerence blinked. Zefu was picking up the pace, a familiar pleasure began to build.

"They're simply the ones more receptive to my advances." Zefu flashed one of his more charming smiles across and the unicorn was reminded of his own task.

Turning his attention to the sleek black cock in front of him, Limerence moved his magic to cradle and caress his brother's equipment in a few different ways at once. Telekinesis is hard to describe to those without, but things have a 'feel' and 'weight' when magically moved, different from using a hoof. And he could feel the weight of Zefu's dick pulse and throb as his magic flowed out around it.

"Patience, brother." Zefu cooed, rolling away onto his back. The Zebra-pony shuffled till his head lay between Limerence's legs. "I haven't even had the chance to do my part yet."

His telekinetic grip pulsed along the pink shaft. It was stronger than it had been, but still not quite up to strength to suffice on his own. Zefu ran his better hoof around the crown as he kissed and licked at the base just within reach. The pair always kept themselves clean, but something about his brother's natural scent was oddly strong in the moment.

"Don't be so passive, now." Zefu paused in his increasingly sloppy makeout session with his stepbrother's groin to spread his thighs and thrust forward, his member proudly on display. "No one appreciates having to do all the work alone."

Rolling his eyes at the vulgar invitation, Limerence moved - right over his brother's face. The muffled exhale of air that brushed his sack was all the retort he got…for now.
The unicorn placed his forehooves on either side of the body below him and instead focused attention on the long, sleek, throbbing lance of dark meat before him. Being closer above Zefu meant being directly in the path of the younger stallion's pungent body heat as it rose off him. He found the scent…oddly enthralling.

It was all due to his state of arousal, clearly but the thought of doing to it what Zefu was doing to him entered his mind. Feeling his hoof glide and tug at the soft flesh, running his tongue up the shaft to lap up the pre beading at the tip, savouring the fullness of his mouth...the overpowering smell if he were to suck his brother's cock sideways to the base where it was thickest.

It made his dick twitch.

"Limerence, brother." Zefu moved his head sideways to look up at him, pulling his lips off with a wet smack. "I do love you, but you won't be satisfying anyone, much less a mare, by putting your magic around their groin and doing nothing else."

The unicorn's ears pulled back, muzzle scrunched. "N-neither will you, if you keep interrupting yourself to give critique."

"And I will keep doing so until you start taking action to get what you want. You're almost bursting while I'm-mmf."

Limerence stepped his rear hooves off the side of the bed and interrupted him with the head of his stallionhood in his mouth. Cautiously - but not gently - thrusting forward down into Zefu's throat like a battering ram forcing his head into the mattress. A move Zefu was happy to oblige, judging by the vibrations of a pleased moan along his shaft.

In return a pair of strong thighs wrapped themselves around his neck and brought him down just missing Zefu's leaking member. The action smeared a bit of fluid on the unicorn's cheek. He left his horn to do the work on the tip as he pulled back and experimentally planted a kiss - a small lick on the lower end of the shaft. Then another. And another.

It was…not unpleasant, nor much of a taste - Zefu had the higher standards when it came to hygiene. But Limerence didn't think he could blame himself for being unadventurous. He was also busy fucking his brother's throat. But he kept the magical stimulation going where he knew he was most sensitive.

The feeling of the warm, slick throat enveloping his cock was beginning to reach the threshold for the unicorn by the time Zefu's lips passed his medial ring. The zebra/unicorn could hear his brother's snort, feel his pulse quicken as the pony above him reached closer to orgasm.

The thought of this realization only hastened his own, losing himself to the enveloping magic tingle surrounding his entire shaft and groin as much as the thicker, longer dick stretching out his throat.

What pushed him over the edge was ironically the feeling of his brother flaring the instant before he came. The engorged, pink head was like an impromptu plug as spurts of thick cum blasted down into his stomach. Zefu's eyes began to roll back as he let loose a long moan - muffled by the unicorn meat stuffing his mouth.

Limerence saw the signs - he was familiar enough with it himself, they read the same books after all. Zefu was going to cum. But he also knew that Zebras on average were rather…productive. Though a half zebra he did inherit their father's genes where it counted. And the last thing the pony wanted was to be part of the awkward situation of explaining the excessive stains and smell of Zefu's sheets come morning.

So in the heat of the moment, mind hazed by base lust, he did the only thing that came to mind. Limerence put his mouth around him and pushed down as far as he could go. Once he started, there was no going back - Zefu's leg only let him go one way.

A copious amount of warm jizz spurted out filling his mouth and most of it ended up spilling out of the unicorn's muzzle. Despite his efforts, Limerence ended up gagging and he was certain a bit even shot up his sinuses. He coughed for air as a portion of Zefu's seed spilled out onto his belly, enough of the mess lay in his own. The taste lingering on his tongue was certainly…unique. But the feeling…

He pulled out from his brother's throat, wincing slightly at the moment of hypersensitivity. Limerence stepped back onto the mattress and rested himself on Zefu's belly, nevermind the puddle of fluids his chin was resting in. He suddenly became acutely aware of the layer of sweat that had accumulated on his body.

Thankfully, attached bathrooms were a thing.

Zefu himself was content to bask in the afterglow, even with the unicorn's flaccid dick rubbing against his cheek and muzzle buried between his orbs.

"We should…clean ourselves up…before it dries." Limerence panted. His horn lit up one last time to open the window - the air heavy with their combined musk.

Zefu groaned his agreement. He looked down toward Limerence and patted a hoof along his brother's flank. "Agreed…though if I may-"

"Of course I'll help clean you up."

"-I would help clean you up. I suppose we shall have to bathe together then." He grinned, coughing lightly to clear his throat. "Very well done. If I were a mare, I would daydream of such a rough plowing every night. Maybe rougher."

"There's more than one way to show affection than the physical, you know." Limerence looked back. "But…I can see why you flirt so much. Being such a hormonal colt you can't help yourself."

Zefu snorted. "We shall see who can't help themselves in the shower."

The siblings lay together for a few moments more before slowly standing up. The brothers leaned on each other, hot, sticky, and more than a little wet, as they made their way to the bathroom.

Author's Note

Like a lot of things, this one started out as a joke idea, that eventually didn't want to go away. A more recent one for sure, though in hindsight with the later chapters of Act 3 involving these two charcters and their conflicts with each other certainly puts things in...perspective.

Winding Down

The door to Hard Boiled’s apartment opened just long enough to let two stallions enter. The first kicked the door shut, just as the second passed through to lock it behind them. The place was in its usual state - messily unkempt where no pony but Hard Boiled himself could find a thing.

“Finally, the week’s over.” Hard Boiled grumbled, throwing his hat and coat onto a chair by the tiny excuse for a kitchen. “The one time we don’t have some dead pony to find a killer for, Iris Jade has us helping out some other department.”

“More like every other department.” sighed Juniper. He put his own bomber jacket and hat on the edge of the couch and stretched, feeling the slight pop and ache of joints that didn’t get enough movement that day. “At least we have the weekend now, I spent too long listening to her chew out somepony over the phone while stuck with Narcotics. Wonder how Sykes does it.”

“Probably imagines her as meat during dinner.” Hardy yawned. “Hey, help me outta my gun harness?”

“As long as you do mine. I call dibs on first shower.”

Hard Boiled turned around, letting his shirt and tie loosen as his partner worked on untangling the straps from his torso.The lingering warmth where Juniper’s hoof pressed against his back remained, and as he turned around to return the favour the reality of their rather...intimate situation hit him.
Undoing the clasps and loosening the straps was like muscle memory for them both, after so many years of using them. And here Hardy was, facing Juniper’s back, helping him dress down...and noticing how close he was to him. A shoulder strap got stuck, and holding it with one hoof he leaned forward to get a better grip with his jaw - and breathed in Juniper’s scent. It was familiar, comforting, and right now after such a long day...a bit of a turn on.

“You seem tense, Juni.” Hard Boiled took his time slipping off the remaining strap as his harness dropped to the floor. He wrapped a foreleg around the green stallion, resting his chin on his shoulder, and ran a hoof down his partner’s back. “How about you let me take care of you? Relax, take a load off.”

“Take care of me, how?” Juniper turns his head to look at his partner slyly out of the corner of his eye. “Because I know you’re a shit masseuse.”

“Guess I’ll just have to do a good job, then.” Hardy took his head off the other’s shoulder, rubbing with both hooves down the length of his back. Juniper hummed his appreciation, if not for the tension being released then certainly for the moments of squeezing when Hardy reached his haunches. “Mmm, yeah. Real tense indeed.”

“Two can play at that game, kid. My turn.” He turned around on the spot, putting a hoof under his partner’s chin to pull in for a smooch or three. Their lips met slowly at first, nothing but a mere peck, soft and tender. They would build up to more in time. Juniper closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss. Wrapping his forelegs around Hardy like a grey pillow, running his hooves up and down the other’s back - he didn’t mind the slight dampness.

“Did I tell you how great you smell right now? It’s kinda…hot.” He paused long enough to growl the last words in Hardy’s ear.

“Was gonna tell you the same thing.” Hardy returns the full-bodied snuggle, pressing himself belly to belly against Juniper. “Not bad for not bathing all day.”

The two pairs of roaming hooves start out small before going further and further from where they started. Running through manes, down the back to the dock, circling cutie marks, feeling the contours of the chest. Somehow, one of them fell on the floor.

As the pair’s wandering hooves brought pinpricks of pleasure, an eager warmth rose in each of them, driving their actions. Hardy’s tongue licked at Juniper’s lips, pleading entrance. He accepted, and the two wet muscles danced and tasted each other as they shared breath. Juniper mumbled out Hardy’s name between breaths, occasionally breaking to nip and suckle at his neck - a particularly sensitive spot for the grey stallion. The heat between them began to grow as their actions become more frantic, more lustful.

Hardy broke off first, pressing their foreheads together. He stared into those dusky grey eyes, framed by the messy titanium green mane. Eyes only for him. “I really want you right now, Juni.” he whispers.

“I want you too Hardy,” The stallion under him put his hooves around Hardy’s sides, grinding his hips forward until the soft flesh between them touched. The cool sensation turned to arousal as their stallionhoods peeked out. Juniper winked. “How about we play a game? We’ve been pent up all week, so what’s a little more? Loser’s the one who taps out first.”

“And loser bottoms tonight? What’s the game?”

Juniper smirks, reaching down a hoof to slowly trail the length of both their growing members. The sensation makes their hearts race in anticipation. “Don’t cum. But take it slow. Don’t wanna empty yourself on the first shot.”

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” Hardy grins, sliding his half-flaccid length against Juniper’s - rapidly becoming less so. “Ready to squeal like a little filly?”

“I am if you are. Turn around.”

Juniper was finding it hard to focus. He could feel Hardy's face in his groin - and by all accounts he seemed to be enjoying it. The tender caress of his partner's lips brushed his sack, his stiff member being idly toyed with as the feather-light feeling of Hardy's breathing tickled his skin.

Add to that the grey pony's cute moans and the occasional nuzzle and trailing tongue higher up his shaft had given him quite the aroused reaction. Whenever Hardy teased him just right, every clench within his groin brought another drop of pre out, smeared quickly by his wandering hoof.

"Step up your game, Detective Shores…" Hard Boiled rumbled sensually, raising his groin up so that the sight of the stallion's mottled shaft dangled just out of reach. He swayed his hips slowly. Juniper tried to concentrate on the goal, just like the academy taught. The heavy equipment moving back and forth, conjured imagines from his worm's eye view of how it would eventually look as Juniper's own balls would be smacking into them, hilting himself with every thrust. Hardy squealing out his name, begging for him to finish inside, to fill him up and push him over the edge…

'Okay, maybe now's not a good time to focus on the finish…' Juniper's eyes screwed shut to wipe his mind of the images.

A single bead of fluid wiped itself on Juniper's nose, breaking his thoughts. Hardy's voice followed with a mischievous tone. "I've got you stiff as a pole and I'm only still half hard. If you wanted to get plowed that badly I-ohhh, f-fuck Juniper…"

Hard Boiled's taunt was cut short by the warm, wet embrace of Juniper's mouth enveloping his cock all at once, a pair of forelegs grabbing the tops of his thighs and pulling down - Juniper's lips soon met the base of his crotch as he felt his tip just breach the moist ring of Juniper's throat with the vibration of a satisfied hum.

Juniper, on the other hoof, allowed himself a small smirk - as one could with half a foot of stallion flesh in his muzzle. He felt it throb and pulse as blood flowed into the member, stiffening. With a wet slurp the stallion unsheathed Hardy's cock from his maw, breathing in.

…an action he immediately began to regret. Slightly.

The combined musk and scent of Hardy's arousal, Juniper's spit, the taste of his partner's precum on his tongue - it was all rather…intoxicating.

'Take it slow, pace yourself…' Juniper thought to himself as he fought to suppress his own arousal. As experienced as he was, he could stand to let Hardy take the top spot a bit more often…he just didn't want to. Not this time.

With one hoof massaging Hardy's flanks, Juniper closed his and slipped the tip of the dick into his mouth and used his tongue - tracing shapes, painting wide strokes across the flat tip. His remaining hoof cradled his partner's balls, occasionally rubbing slow, deep strokes down the perineum.

Hard Boiled was never the most emotional of ponies. But what Juniper was doing to him, making him feel…well, he blamed the combined forces of their slow work week and the fact that Juniper was just so damn sexy right now.

He could feel his knees begin to wobble under his partner's oral assault.

Endurance was the name of the game, but he wouldn't have Juniper biting the pillow if he took his time. It was to first to surrender - and he was pretty sure Juniper was too stubborn to surrender on his own…just like him.

And yet, here he was, face-to-groin with his partner on his apartment floor each doing their best to make the other cum, slowly. And he was loving it.

Hard Boiled lowered himself to the elbows on Juniper's muscular thighs and trailed his tongue up, a hoof following behind to stroke the throbbing shaft. It meant lowering himself deeper into his partner's maw, but that would be an acceptable risk. With the care of a sexually frustrated pony with a popsicle, he put his lips around the hot length of stallion meat and began bobbing his head.

Immediately he could feel Juniper splurt out another dribble of pre - the too-salty taste was never his thing, but he was too horny to care. The other stallion's muzzle contracting up his cock with a swallow in response was contributing to that.

A grunt that sounded more like a moan escaped Hardy's lips. He was getting close - and the twitching leg and slow rocking hips of Juniper below him meant he was, too. .

Which means neither stallion was still willing to hold back.

Author's Note

An idea that struck me much more recently, and one I've gotten some good feedback from. Also, my first time trying out branching paths.

If you think Hardy should win, go here.

If you think Juniper should win, go here.

Winding Down: Hardy Wins

On the last slow upward suck Hardy felt a new bitter taste hit his tongue. He felt Juniper groan, and few taps of a hoof on his leg at the same time told him all be needed to know.

The two stallions pulled away from each other, Hardy rolling onto his side, his shaky knees finally giving out. Thin sticky strands of precum mixed with spit still connected them. The only difference being that Juniper had a half-glob of white cum dribbling down his cock.

The pair looked at each other, panting and sweating like they each ran a marathon - even though their little workout could be measured in minutes.

"Hah…looks like I've won this time." Hardy's grin only got wider at Juniper’s own look.

"To the victor goes the…whatever." Detective shores waved a hoof in dismissal. Which didn't do much to draw attention away from his raging erection. "I'm just glad we're finally moving on."

Hardy crawled around and snuggled up to his partner on the floor, pressing himself up against his side.

"Don't worry, Juni." He put a leg around the other's chest and pulled him into a hug. "I'll let you choose how you wanna take it."

"...you're lying."

"Yep!" Hard Boiled leaned in to kiss Juniper’s cheek, and nibble on the edge of his ear, whispering. "I'm gonna make you squeal, little filly."

Barring the movement to the bedroom, Juniper next found himself bracing his forelegs against Hardy's messy bed, a towel placed on the sheets where the blankets were tossed aside to make space.

He turned his head to see Hardy standing behind him, mottled cock leaving a bit of a wet spot under his tented shirt, as he spun a pair of standard issue hoofcuffs around his wrist.

"So, cuffs or no?"

"You didn't even want to take the rest of our clothes off and now you're thinking about roleplay?" Juniper raised a bushy eyebrow. "Come on kid, I thought you wanted to fuck me, not put on a bridleway show."

"What? I wanna savour the moment." Hard Boiled shrugged, before tossing them on the bed beside Juniper. "Have it your way then. Aright Juni, time for a cavity search."

"Seriously?"

"Well, sir, it looks like you've got quite the suspicious object peeking out from under your tail there. Spread 'em." Hardy nudged Juniper's legs apart, nipping at his haunch to get his tail raised. He pulled away.

"Ooh yeah, that's a piece." he chuckled slightly, spying Juniper’s own rod hanging between his legs like a dark pillar, his own verdant green tail all framing the taut ring right under the dock. "That a gun you have, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Gonna detain me, officer?" Juniper teased, arcing his back ever so slightly to raise his rear end a little. "This gun's meant for your holster."

"Detain? Nah," Hardy was at full mast again, and began to mount the green stallion before him, pressing forward until the tip of his cock (pre-lubricated of course) lined up perfectly with Juniper’s asshole. "like you said, I'll take things slow."

The detective pushed forward as Juniper gasped, his own anal ring less-than-familiar with the feeling, though it still stretched around the intruding shaft easily enough for its size. Already, the muscle ring began to tense and pulse in vain to eject the intruding rod. The wet sound of flesh upon flesh the only other sign of entry.

"Ahhn…" Juniper muffled his groan of pained pleasure by burying his face in the pillow. It hadn't been washed in weeks, but he didn't want to disturb the neighbours - his own were bad enough. It smelled like them.

"Mmh…looks like my gun fits your holster just fine." Hardy rumbled from above him. He had no pillow to muffle his sounds and so had to settle for Juniper’s dark green mane.

The two stayed a moment locked in the traditional Earth Pony embrace, Hardy's forehooves wrapped around Juniper’s midsection as he leaned his head against his neck and whispered sweet nothings into his ear. Juniper responded by turning his head to kiss the side of Hardy's mouth when he was ready to proceed.

Hardy began to thrust, slowly at first, testing the depth and width of Juniper’s ass, stretching him out little by little with his shallow movements. Hooves still hugged tightly around his partner, Hard Boiled busied himself by giving Juniper a taste of his own medicine - teasing and licking and kissing his neck and shoulders just as he did to him.

Juniper for the most part stayed silent, only the occasional grunt leaving his throat. Be it far from him to belittle his partner's passion, but he desired something a little more…exciting.

"What…whatever happened to making me squeal, Hardy?" Juniper panted even as his head was flat on its side atop the pillow. One eye looked defiant at the stallion above him - fucking him. "You won't get any filly sounds outta me like that. Fuck. Me Harder."

"You said it, Juni." Taking a moment to readjust his stance, Hardy began humping at Juniper’s rear with renewed vigor. The sound of wet slapping grew in volume as he began thrusting faster, deeper. The sensation of the medial ring sliding past the barrier of his sphincter began to feel more pleasurable than not.

His efforts were rewarded by Juniper’s voice gaining pitch, but it was not enough. Not until he bit his ear and gave it a tug.

"Ohh yess! Mmf!" The stallion's moans still came through even past the pillow. "Keep going Hardy!"

By now Hardy was giving it his all, pumping his full length in and out of his partner's tensing depths. Their balls impacted with wet slaps, becoming the dominant sound in the room.

"Not very filly-like...just...yet." Hardy panted in Juniper’s ear. "Say it for me, Juni."

"B-buck, Hardy…" Juniper had long since resigned to his position face down buried in Hardy's sheets. The very fulfilling cock pistoning in and out of him brought him closer and closer to orgasm with every pass over his prostate, as evidenced by the recurring slap of his own penis against his belly. "I-I'm so close! What more do ya want?!"

Hard Boiled simply replied by refocusing his thrusts, leaning up away from his back and putting both hooves on his back. His cock now angled more vertically, pressing down directly onto the sweet spot hidden within Juniper's groin. Hard.

"Fffuck, ahn~!" Juniper let out a very un-masculine cry as he came, the rhythmic contractions of his body around Hardy's cock spurring the grey stallion to bury himself one more time inside his partner, groaning out his name as his member pulsed and throbbed, balls unloading their week-long load deep into him.

Juniper's small puddle of white cum was no comparison to the sight of his ass after Hardy pulled out, the moist schlorp of creamed horsecock flopping out left behind the sight of the green stallion's A-framed legs struggling to stay standing. His anal ring was still pulsing, tail flagged as if yearning for the return of the fulfilling presence it had moments ago. A stream of white stallion cum dribbled out down his taint, landing down on the towel and mixing with his own.

Hard Boiled flopped down on his belly next to Juniper, reaching over with a leg to wrap around his shoulders, pulling himself over. He nuzzled into the other's shoulder, planting a smooch on his cheek.

"Told ya I could make you squeal." he let himself soak in the feeling, the smell of their combined passions lingering in the air. "You okay, Juni?"

Juniper only breathed, eyes screwed shut. He was just bent over his partner's bed and absolutely, thoroughly mounted until he squealed like a filly. He shifted, feeling the emptiness left behind in his rear end, feeling the cum still leaking out. Hardy's cum. He actually liked it.

"Is it weird that all that, this one time turned me on way more than it had any right to?" he muttered.

A laugh sounded in his left ear and a comforting warmth pressed up against him. He wanted to hold on and never let go.

"Maybe I should top you more often then." Hardy chuckled. "Looks like we found your kink."

"Kinks are for Sweets. I only do it for you." Juniper rumbled back, still hugging the pillow. One eye peeked open. "Shower? I'm feeling the stick."

"Only if you share."

"Always."

Author's Note

This alternate arrangement came to me rather late, but I like the idea of it enough regardless. This one isn't 'canon' at least in original intention, but I can see it happening easily enough if things were different.

Breakfast in Bed

Coming off the tail end of a dream he was already forgetting, young Limerence Tome found himself being woken up by...a weight shifting right over him.

Eyes shooting open, the unicorn barely had time to register the striped hide of his brother before the half-powered spell he gathered sputtered out. Blinking, the horned Zebra’s face came into view.

“Brother! I had hoped you would have slept a while longer, but you’re a crafty one, even when unconscious.”

“Zefu, what-” Limerence began before the gentle pressure of telekinesis held his jaw shut. His eyes narrowed in silent question. He could easily dispel it, but he had no reason to...yet.

“Softly now,” his half-brother whispered. “I put in a lot of effort to bypass your wards, the least you can do is not wake everyone else up too.”

He was about to retort when a quick look out the window reminded him that the darkness outside was way too little for a usual day - today was the sole day of the week the siblings were allowed a whole extra hour before being expected. Time that Zefu clearly wanted to use.

“You do take such good care of me, so allow me to do the same to you…”

His curved lips and lidded eyes gazed with purpose into Limerence’s own, as he pushed their lips together. Tongues slipped through and tasted each other like parched sailors. The musk of teenaged need filled his nostrils, in no small part due to the unsheathing length out of the corner of his eye.

Limerence became suddenly aware of his own tenting sheets between his legs, conveniently tickled by Zefu’s tail.

The brothers parted, a thin strand connecting their mouths. While keeping eye contact, Zefu bent down to plant similar oral affections all down Limerence’s chest and belly, dragging his tongue around the colt’s lithe musculature, inhaling his scent - and enjoying the look on his face.

“It seems you have quite the hair trigger, perhaps you should meet more ponies.” Zefu smiled like a cat that found it’s prey. He kept his eyes on his brother’s face as he shifted lower towards Limerence’s hips.

“And yet, you spend so much effort on me. Not those other ponies?” The unicorn grunted, squirming at the light touches that tickled his body - not to mention the much more sensitive parts his brother was brushing past on his way down.

“You have me there. In a world of secrets like ours, family’s the only thing you don’t have to hide from.” Zefu paused to wink at his brother as he rubbed a hoof along the stiff rod tenting the sheets. “We know each other’s secrets.”

“Do you want to get found like this? With how long you’re taking…” The unicorn grumbled, casting a look towards the door. There was plenty of time, and no reason to suspect the door would be knocked on - much less opened - anytime soon...but the possibility of being caught was...exciting.

“Well then, you know what to do to speed things up…” Slipping off the thin sheet, the young stallion revealed Limerence’s pink cock to the air, twitching and throbbing in anticipation. Zefu put his hoof to feel the soft flesh, and dragged a teasing lick up past the medial ring.

The smooth feeling against his nose as he pressed up against the shaft was a hidden pleasure for him - he’d never do such for anyone else, not in this way. And more rewarding was the look on his brother’s face, how his eyes tracked the movements of his lips. He had Limerence’s undivided attention.

“Still deciding? Well I’ll just do the same then…”

The blue stallion’s ears back, feeling warm - the wisps of pleasure Zefu was giving him made him want more - it was just natural, he supposed. But the words stung him like every other teasing remark thrown from his brother. Worst of all, that infuriatingly smug look he held from barely doing anything.

That smug, sexy look.

“Oh Limerence, aren’t you even going to say thank you?” The Zony was practically grinning as he tilted his head sideways, mouth wrapped around his stallionhood. Teasing out another drop of pre. "How rude."

‘“...I’m afraid not.” Zefu paused to give him a questioning look, which Limerence took full advantage of. Shifting forward, Limerence sat up, forcing the colt lower with his magic. He was a bit rough, but…the smug prick deserved it.

The unicorn sat over his brother now, forced into a kneeling position. The position treated Zefu to an up-close view of the pink cock and balls, the flesh almost towering out of his vision, making his pupils dilated for but a second. "You’re going to thank me.”

Zefu opened his mouth to speak, but only inhaled the arousing scent of his brother's musk, driven by the primal needs of the hormonal young stallion. Involuntarily, his tongue began to stick out, drooling slightly.

“What's the matter? Nothing left to say?"

Zefu recovered from the odd trance a split second later, glaring up with an indignant fire at the unicorn. He put put his forehooves on Limerence's thighs and began to push up.

"Brother, I said-mmf"

"I know what you said." It was now Limerence's turn to be smug as he secured the Zebra-pony's hooves in place and thrust forward, gently forcing his cock into Zefu's maw. "'I'd know what to do to speed things up', 'I should meet more ponies' - tsk - you were just trying to provoke me, weren't you? You wanted this."

Zefu nearly choked, the young scholar's deduction skills were on point - scarily so. The feel of his brother's thick cock in his mouth, the salty fluids gracing his tongue, they were what he expected with his surprise…but Limerence's sudden assertiveness and the lack of control...part of him liked that. It always did.

"Now be a good colt, brother." Limerence growled into his ear.

The words held some strange power over him. Zefu’s eyes widened and barely let out a soft squeak from the back of his throat, surprising himself in the instance of his brother’s flesh on his tongue, nose inching closer into his groin.

“Ah...Zefu~” The unicorn groaned, feeling his cock slide in deeper into the warm moist hole. He brushed a hoof down his spiky mane and rocked his hips, spreading his legs wider as he hammered a bit more of his meat with every thrust.

Zefu himself was conflicted. His ears burned with the embarrassment of being subject to the thinner unicorn’s whims like a toy, while his body burned with need of guilty pleasure. Being in charge was supposed to be his plan. And yet...he was technically doing exactly what he snuck in for. He turned his eyes up to Limerence’s blissful look, softly humming his approval and stroking his head. He breathed in his arousal, felt the throbbing organ filling his maw with the swirls of his tongue - brushing the back of his palette again and again, so close to breaking through.

He wanted to thank his brother and so he was, getting his own share of affectionate thanks in return. Zefu could swallow his pride for that...along with Limerence’s thick load.

Closing his eyes and letting go of himself into the moment, the half-Zebra began bobbing his head back and forth, teasing the limits of his gag reflex with his brother’s dick. His cheeks shrunk slightly with the vacuum of his lips around the shaft, small gulps and gags coming from his own throat fighting to keep it clear. He made sure to breathe in only through his nose - the immediate air around him thick with the heavy smell of his own spit and unicorn precum.

Limerence’s breathing became ragged as he reached his peak, the sights, sounds, and smells becoming too much for him too soon. The sensations of his brother’s muzzle around him, his tongue lapping where it could reach was not the main reason. No, what was driving the unicorn to orgasm was the sight of Zefu giving in. His smug, selfish - daresay arrogant - brother, eyes closed, breath tickling his groin, making the sexiest (almost cute) sounds he ever heard. All to please him, because he willed it so.

Zefu was at the end of his stroke when Limerence came, no warning of orgasm except for the throbbing of the young stallion’s cock as it began to spurt jet after jet of thick, white cum onto his tongue. He waited patiently for him to finish, swirling his tongue around the flare as he focused on his breathing. He opened his eyes to meet the unicorn’s - and swallowed his brother’s entire load.

The gulp was heard by them both, not the least of the tensing of his neck and throat as Zefu swallowed. The feeling was devious, indulgent - his own brother's semen went in smooth, settling down in his belly to sate a hunger he never knew he had.

The tip of the blue pony’s shaft popped free audibly as they both spent a while coming down from the high of their carnal acts. Zefu's throat gurgled and panted for air, all he could taste was the salty warmth of his first meal of the day. Limerence couldn’t believe that his brother still had it in him to put on a smirk with some of his own seed hanging off his chin.

“Thank you, Limerence~” He winked, his sweet voice taking on a more guttural quality as he clambered back up onto the bed. “But I believe this makes us less than even. I came here to thank you, and here you go doing me another favour. I say that means I still owe you one - but if this is how things will go…”

Zefu nosed the unicorn and lifted a hindleg, exposing the stiff black length between them for both to see. It was apparent that he had enjoyed that as much as Limerence did - and was eager for his turn.

Limerence, however, had other plans.

“Hmm...no.” The older brother had grown to enjoy his time in charge, and was loathe to relinquish his new...power, so easily. The unicorn pulled his sibling down into the bed beside him, wrapping a foreleg around his shoulder. The younger yelped as he all but fell, wiggling meekly against the other’s grip. It wasn’t that he lacked physical strength, but the willpower to bother.

“B-but brother-”

“No buts, brother.” Limerence tutted with disapproval, putting his other hoof on Zefu’s flank even as his warm soft rod left a few damp drops on his coat. “We don’t have enough time for more before father expects us.”

“We do if you’d be quick about it.” Zefu grumbled, half-heartedly cuddling his brother in his bed, hormones raging for release. “I don’t think I’ll need long at this point.”

“A challenge, then.” The unicorn tilted his head to face the rising sun, the warmth of Zefu’s head on his shoulder. ”Last until tonight, and you can repay me however you wish.”

“Without interrupting me.” He finished. The soft sheets wasn’t doing many favors to his raging erection - but it would go down in time. He had a bigger goal to worry about now. “I accept your challenge.”

“Thinking about dessert so soon after breakfast?” Limerence raised his brow, haughtiness creeping into his voice. “You can try. They say turnabout is fair play, after all.”

Author's Note

This could be a sequel to Desert after Dinner, or a prequel. I find it's vague enough to go in either way.

...there's probably going to be a part 3 following these two. I don't know if I should be proud or ashamed.

The Wine List: Apértif

Musty books and old carpet is the smell one quickly associates with home when living in a gigantic library, even one more known for its physical artefact collection than literary material. The sound, however, was something less appreciated by most. Limerence Tome was familiar with the quiet, and the sound of approaching hooves on the soft floors drew his attention well before their owner appeared.

The unicorn’s baby blue ears flicked toward the side, recognizing the familiar gait in the sound. Constant, but not in any sort of hurry - with the occasional slight pause. They were looking for something.

“Brother.” The voice whispered in greeting. “What are you doing here?”

“Zefu.” Limerence glanced aside, nodding in return at his stepbrother. “I’m looking for a book to help with a project of mine…what about you?”

“Nothing in particular, just looking for something to do…” The half-zebra hobbled slightly on his cane past his sibling, pausing to peer over his shoulder. His brother’s touch reminded him of earlier that morning...which was not the most convenient thing to recall at the moment.. “Periwinkle’s Puzzle Planning? What are you doing, Limerence?”

“This,” Shaking the intrusive thoughts out of his head, the unicorn closed the book with a soft snap, before flipping it over to the right orientation to slide back onto the gap in the shelf. Another, thicker tome slid out next to it. “Is not the book I’m looking for.”

“Marigold’s mental magic theory? Is your project on alliteration?”

“Very funny. I just need some source material for verification.” He snorted. A quick flip through seemed to please the young stallion, placing it down on the short stack by his hooves. He reared up to inspect the upper shelves. “I don’t suppose you’d care for something to read? We dolive in a library.”

“I’ve done my share of reading for the morning.” Zefu waved him off, idly browsing the shelves opposite him. “I figured I would stretch my legs and take a walk. Alas...we do live in a library.”

“Surely the outside would be better? There’s going to be combat training later today.”

“That is hardly a leisurely activity.” The other stallion rolled his eyes. He looked around, as if something was amiss. “Hm, are we the only ones around here?”

“There’s bound to be someone eventually, but for now I would say so...why?” Limerence put down another text for later reading, stepping back slightly to give him space to rear up even more. Moving things with your mind did little to help with what you couldn’t see.

Zefu took one more look around to confirm this, before looking at his brother, catching a glimpse of something more in line of what he considered a leisurely activity. He leaned his cane against the shelf.

Limerence’s eyes widened in surprise at the foreleg draped across his back, trailing up his spine. The voice and breath of Zefu whispered in his ear. “I think I’ve found something to do…brother.”

He turned around, only to find Zefu rearing up to his height, albeit slightly shorter. The sensations moved lower, tickling his belly as they made a beeline straight for somewhere unexpected...but hardly unwelcome. He nearly stumbled, planting both elbows against the wood shelves for stability.

“Z-Zefu!” The unicorn hissed through his teeth at the other stallion brushing up against him. “What do you think you’re doing!?”

“Oh, just passing by, nothing wrong with that is there?” The younger hybrid pressed up with his full body against his brother, bellies touching. He brought his muzzle in close and exhaled, sending a bit of warmed breath to tickle the unicorn’s nose.. The reaction was immediate. “But Limerence, I can’t help but notice you seem rather...pent up. You haven’t been taking care of yourself, have you?”

Zefu looked up at Limerence, smiling sweetly. He stuck out his tongue and brought a hoof down along his side. Limerence’s face and ears burned, glancing from side to side for any possible intruders.

“That...that wasn’t the deal…”

“Wasn’t it? I recall the challenge was for me to endure, not you. And I seem to be doing well on that end.” Zefu rocked his hips, dragging his own half-hard shaft up against his brother’s thigh, who stood at full mast. “Besides, I think I would like to re-negotiate. And something tells me you have little reason to resist…”

Limerence bit his lip, torn between the sight of his very physically attractive brother who was very willing to satisfy his physical needs, and the simple fear of being found out. “I-if someone finds us-”

“But you were right, there’s no one else here. You should be more confident in yourself.” Zefu tutted and began to sit down, slowly lowering himself to his haunches until he sat between the unicorn’s legs. “But there will be someone if they hear us. So in the interest of having some fun while we can...do put your talent to good use and make sure we won’t be heard, hm?”

The Zebra-unicorn’s hooves had only just reached to cradle his pair before he noticed the regular sounds of the library fading away. It was just the two of them now, the sound of his own deep breathing against Limerence’s flesh, to the lighter anticipated whiffs of his brother above, to the dull, base throbbing as his blood flowed against his hooves to the engorged pink shaft before him.

“I’ll make this quick~” Zefu smirked as he gently kissed the base of the sack, groping them with a hoof while the other wrapped around the cock above it. He dragged his tongue from base to tip, licking off the drop of precum that formed.

"Leaking so much already, for your own brother?" He let the head enter his mouth, and suckled lightly, feeling the throbbing against his lips while his hooves slowly coaxed more of his brother's fluid out onto his tongue. "You're a very naughty boy, Limerence."

Plunging the thick shaft to the back of his throat, Zefu took Limerence's cock in as deep as he could reasonably go, before pulling it all out with a wet squelch. He gulped down the saliva and pre already in his mouth before continuing his teasing.

"You like this, don't you?" The zebracorn growled up at his brother as he fuelled the spell that kept his lewd sounds from the outside world. Zefu put his hooves around the dick, jerking him off from base to medial ring as he pressed his tongue against the tip and felt the leaking nectar pouring out.

"You like seeing me on my knees-” Another drop of pre formed, quickly wiped away by Zefu’s tongue. “-hungry, waiting for your seed…” A kiss on the shaft produced a wet smack, and a gasping moan that betrayed his enjoyment escaped his mouth. “All but begging you to finish in my mouth?"

"Ngh…would it speed you up…if I said yes…?" The air around Limerence felt uncomfortably warm. In part due to the strain of having his concentration divided between spellcasting and Zefu aiming the flaring head of his pink shaft into his waiting maw.

He felt it coming, speeding up with increasing velocity from deep within his groin and then-

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear." Zefu stopped all his motions, and pulled away. Leaving Limerence's stallionhood a throbbing, leaking mess.

"W-wait, wha…?" The unicorn blearily muttered out, too confused to do anything else.

"Consider this my challenge: Shall we see if you can last until tonight? I know I can." Zefu grabbed his cane and moved to stand, clearly in no more lustful state of mind despite the half-flaccid dangling length between his legs. Even he couldn't deny that recent events… excited him. "Restrain yourself from acting out, despite my efforts, and I'll reward you...any way you wish."

Sound slowly bled back into reality as Limerence's spell wore off, the unicorn still processing the full meaning, direct and implied, of his brother's words.

"Take your time, brother dear." He patted his mane, slightly damp from sweat. "I'll see you during practice."

Limerence was left with the image of a wink and a smile from his smug sibling's face, and the wet smell of a ruined orgasm hanging in the air. At least his stack of books lay untouched. He considered finishing off with his hoof - it was the obvious conclusion. The memories were still fresh. But a fire welled up in that moment, a defiance that fought to deny the submission such an act would be.

He snorted and gathered up his books, patiently waited for his body to calm, and took one more look around just to be sure. He'd continue on - business as usual, with perhaps one or two more items on his agenda.

After all, he didn't plan to lose.

Author's Note

Part 3 of the brother's little game, and honestly ~~I hope its the last one I got other stories to write~~ I hope you guys enjoy it. Figured I'd go with the food theme and name each part after a wine, this time.

That's it, really, more of the same.

The Wine List: Red, or white?

Whistling preceded the loud crack of wood on wood as Zefu parried his opponent’s strike and exploited the opening. His sparring partner for the session, a thin Earth Pony, pivoted on two hooves to barely avoid the jab while swinging his own weapon the long way around. The zebra-unicorn could levitate his stick over to parry it easily enough, but he did notice the swipe right after meant to exploit his bad leg. Normally, he would have let such a small chance to counter slide - but he wasn’t in the mood to waste the time, choosing to end it quickly by hopping back to miss the swing before sliding forward, point first. Being caught with a stick under his jaw, the Earth pony stallion yielded the point to Zefu. The two stepped apart, the hybrid only offering the usual pleasantries before turning to observe his brother’s own match.

Limerence was much like him, he found, when it came to combat. Precise, exacting...though not always willing to exploit ‘unconventional’ tactics. He was fighting a Griffon female, Aria, he recalled, wielding her staff in her talons like a sword. The unicorn was fending off her attacks well, deflecting and ducking under the flourishes and feints meant to distract him. He was biding his time until he could find an opening. The Griffon was advancing further still, pushing him to the edge of the mat, until he intercepted the thrust that would have ended it there with a sideways strike to her talons, disarming her entirely and sending the wood weapon clattering to the floor. He would have used a different method, himself. Not getting backed into a corner would be a start.

Zefu sent a smile and wink her way as she went to retrieve it, amused at the break of eye contact right after, as if she just caught herself staring. He walked past her before he could see her full reaction, but the little ruffle of her neck feathers told him all he expected to know. He now faced off against Limerence just as he noticed their mutual ex-opponents sharing a few words out of the corner of his eye before they too squared off.

“Brother.” Limerence’s chest was slightly heaving, a layer of sweat had matted down his mane.

“Brother.” Zefu purred in response, leaning on his stick for a little while longer, just to let the unicorn catch his breath. There would be more of a sweat to work up just yet.

They got in their stances, ready to begin. The unicorn surprised Zefu with a lunge, which he deflected aside and pushed back. Limerence moved back just in time to feel the rush of air swing past his nose. Sensing the opportunity, he stomped down hard on the zebra hybrid’s weapon. Not hard enough to break his grip - disarming a weapon held in telekinesis would never be so simple - but just enough to create a gap from which he could jab into Zefu’s chest.

He grunted as it connected, and Limerence moved to swing again. Zefu countered it with a hard block, and surprised him by holding it. Instead, he took a step forward and brought his hoof across the unicorn’s jaw. A whack hard enough to remind him of the hole in his defences, if nothing else. But a good reminder nonetheless. Zefu’s cocky smirk would see to that.

A sharp echo of hooves clapping signalled the end of the round. The both of them stepped back and turned to face their father, as did the others. Another Archivist, in the usual brown vest and gold pocket watch, was just leaving.

“That’s enough for today. There’s some urgent business I must attend to, so I’ll cut it short here.” Don Tome nodded at the group of them. “I’m glad to see the both of you being more creative in your tactics. You already know your chosen weapon will not always be at the ready, and some of you remembered that you still have your own limbs, in addition to the weapon you hold.”

The Zebra glanced down at the watch in his hoof, and afforded a small smile at his sons. “There’s still some time, if you wish to continue for a while longer on your own. I trust you all know how to take care of yourselves.”

A twin chorus of affirmations rang out from the room. Zefu afforded a small smile and nod, while Limerence waved him off as he left. They waited until the other young Archivists had cleared out, eager to leave.

“I did not expect that hook from you. You usually fight more like a fencer.” Limerence, laying his staff on the floor.

“Neither did I expect you to try pinning my staff down with your hoof - though I suppose you only planned that as a distraction. It worked.” Zefu decided to lean against the stick in lieu of his usual cane. He waited until the sound of steps had left earshot before continuing. “So...have you thought on my offer, Limerence?”

“I have.” The unicorn nodded, eyes glancing at the door.

“And…?”

“I think you’ll find me a tougher opponent than you expected.”

“Ah...splendid.” Zefu let the stick fall to the floor as he got to his hooves. “Another round, then?”

“How much time do we have? All things considered.” The unicorn picked their weapons up and moved them aside to where their things lay. He pulled out his pocket watch from the pile, flipping it open.

“Until some interruption comes along? Perhaps...seven minutes.” His brother paced around, checking the doors.

“I’ll set a timer then. Now shall-” Limerence had just enough time to set the spell before he found himself tackled none-too-gently to the floor. For a partial cripple, Zefu was surprisingly forceful. With the wind knocked out of him, Limerence looked up just in time to see his brother standing over him, pinning him down. “I knew you’d do that.”

“Sometimes, Limerence, you really do talk too much.” Zefu tutted down at him, but the disappointed frown was betrayed by the look of something...hungry, in his eyes. The young stallion slowly leaned down and licked up the length of his brother’s horn.

“Be more spontaneous...” The sudden sensation was an odd mix of tingling pleasure with the dulled sting of the previous roughhousing for Limerence. His position forced his face into Zefu’s chest, muzzle full of the heat and sweat and scent radiating off the more muscular body. The Zony’s silky voice completed the arousing assault to all of his senses. “...Give in to the moment.”

A groan built up in the back of the unicorn’s throat. He could feel the softness of his brother’s lips as they fluttered over his forehead, the firm nibble of his teeth on the curve of his ear, the gentle caress of a hoof along his jaw. A very sensual opening move, and one Limerence knew he had to top.

“Are you talking to me? Or yourself?” With both forehooves temporarily freed, the young stallion put them around Zefu’s haunches, digging into the firm flesh. An application of magic allowed him to take advantage of the split second of surprise and pull his muzzle down to meet his own. Through half-lidded eyes he watched his brother’s eyes dilate and relax, the momentary flick backwards of his ears as he poked his tongue through to dance with the other.

Limerence pulled in slightly, letting Zefu’s hips do the rest as their hips brushed against his own. A moan vibrated through his mouth, but he couldn’t tell whose throat it came from. Their arousal quickly grew as their soft shafts became stiff from the slow rubbing. He felt Zefu’s length twitch against his belly, clearly enjoying this...and so was he.

Their sloppy kiss only broke once the need for air became stronger than their need to taste each other's mouths. A trail of spit still connected them, cooling quickly in the air. Limerence wasted no time and pressed his advantage, raking his teeth against the Zony’s collarbone. Zefu grunted, but Limerence would have called it a moan.

“Why not take your own advice for a change? Give in, brother...” Hooves gently traced up his sides as he moved this jaw down the muscled form. Magic stroked down his back to make it curl, spreading his thighs to press their stiff cocks ever closer. “Give in...to me.”

“Touché, brother…” Zefu hissed through clenched teeth. Limerence’s declaration of defiance was thrilling in a way that only a challenge could provide. The slick moisture as their shafts rubbed together only enhanced the delightful pleasure. “But using magic is a dirty trick.”

Planting his good foreleg on Limerence’s chest, the stallion pinned him down with his weight, straddling his hips. He rocked back and forth, sliding along the pink cock, squeezing it between his thighs.

“You seem to have quite the reaction to this, mor-ngh...more than anything before.” Limerence flailed his legs under the mass of Zefu’s thighs, but the lack of leverage was an exercise in futility. What little movement he got only served to vary the path of his bodyweight, a pleasant pressure made all the more slick with sweat and precum.
“Do you like the dirt? The mess? The feel of a stronger body on top of you, pressing you into the floor?” Zefu inched himself ever closer up Limerence’s torso with the apex of every thrust. The rock of his hips bringing the tip of his erection ever closer to his brother’s nose. More specifically, the heady scent of masculine musk, sweat, and arousal. He grinned at seeing the unicorn’s muzzle scrunch up at the smell. A pink tinge coloured his face and ears - whatever blood that wasn’t already filling his rock hard cock.

He’d enjoy replacing that face with something more...compliant. Appreciative.

To his credit, Limerence decently busied himself with plans and predictions in an attempt to stave off his body’s reaction to Zefu’s teasing. The look of his domineering grin and flexing muscles as he brought his thick black shaft ever closer to his mouth. Soon his firm cock would touch his nose - smearing pre all across his face, unless...he dared open his mouth, part his lips for the salty throbbing meat to fill up his maw to satisfy his brother…

“Maybe I should find a big, strong Earth pony to-”

Zefu’s taunt was short lived as he fell to the floor with a yelp, barely catching himself from hitting the floor with an elbow. Limerence shifted out from under him, ignoring the delightful pleasure of the body brushing up against his. In his hooves, was the hybrid’s foreleg. Specifically, the one in less-than perfect condition. He used it to pivot Zefu’s torso to his advantage, not hard enough to cause true pain, but enough to elicit a very interesting sound from his mouth.

“That...hah...that sounded like you enjoyed it.” The unicorn’s chest heaved from the continued exertion, but he wasn’t going to give up just yet. It felt like hours, but his watch was still ticking down. If he could only last long enough…

He had his doubts, but Limerence kept a hoof to stay Zefu’s foreleg, while he pushed the other down between his shoulder blades with his body weight. A position that left him little leverage to break free...but also left his rear half standing, torso twisted in a way that put the unicorn’s meat right in between the Zony’s firm buns. A trade-off he hoped wouldn’t bite him in the ass too soon.

“I...I think you like this feeling, Zefu. Being pinned down. Restrained.” He half-growled, half-exhausted. He felt his brother’s muscles shift under his hooves, testing the limits of his grip. He was usually the stronger, but they were both near their limits. The unicorn bit and tugged at his ear, pulling on his mane.

On the other side of the equation, Zefu was having his back bent in an uncomfortably pleasant position. The warm breath of his brother’s growl in his ear, the faint touch of his balls against his taint as the hard length occupied the space under his tail...it made his muscles shiver. From exhaustion, or anticipation? He found it hard to say.

“Oh, Limerence. You may have managed to get on top, but being on top...is not the same as being...in control.” Zefu’s eyes still had a defiant sparkle in them, even as he panted for breath, face flushed. The zony used what little freedom he had to flick his tail up, brushing against Limerence’s belly, and wiggled his rear. The firm throbbing between his cheeks, pressed up under his tail was all the signal he needed. “You have your chance, but you do not take it. Always waiting, asking. For permission? You just want me to say the word, to let you in.”

Limerence didn’t respond, only staring back at the glinting eye of the stallion’s face forced sideways into the mat. He tasted salt. From sweat? Or something else?

“You want nothing more than to let loose right now, I can tell.” Another flick of the tail. Another twitch from behind. Sweat dripped from the unicorn’s chin as his groin responded for him. “You want to wrap your hooves around me and start pounding.”

“But you won’t, dear brother. You -hah- hold back because...because I didn’t say so. And if, you choose to prove me wrong…”

Time seemed to drag on for the older colt. Zefu’s voice came ragged, spent. But each breath on his nose and word in his ear made Limerence think. He was too tired to fight but it was like there was a frustration inside him fit to burst, spurred on by his brother’s speech. He pulled back.

“...I win.”

The tiny bell chimes of the pocket watch rang out just as the two brothers separated. Limerence released his grip on Zefu’s foreleg, and the zony let his body fall into a more natural position. Each brother took their time getting up, erections raging and slick with fluids.

“So...I take it this is a draw?” Zefu panted, stretching his neck that was already beginning to feel sore. Body heat radiated off him like the precum leaking from his shaft.

Limerence was in no better shape. It was taking all his remaining willpower to stop his hooves or magic from satisfying his urge.

“Do me a favour, Zefu...and shut up.”

Author's Note

If you think Limerence should win, go here

If you think Zefu should win, go here
(Not actually done as of this moment, the story's big enough as it is. Coming...when it's ready)

The Wine List: Limoncello

The end of the day normally meant a good deal of free time; free to work on any task he saw fit, going to bed only as late as he deemed reasonable - whatever Don Tome had waiting for him tomorrow.

Time he currently saw best used at his desk, legs crossed, forcing himself to read the driest piece of literature on his shelf. He snuck glances at the clock so often he may as well have just been waiting for time to tick down - and after the day’s events...'Frustrating' was the nicest way he could describe it.

Limerence let out a snort when he caught his mind wandering. After training, Zefu saw fit to make sure their wager would stay on his mind. The slow brushes against when passing by, the sly winks and looks shot his way when no one was looking...at this point he could barely wait for it to be over. What he’d do once he won...

A soft knock on the door alerted him to a visitor, and Limerence forced the stray thoughts back down once more. Anticipation flushed through him despite it. A visitor at this time of night could only be one thing…still, he shouldn’t show weakness. He lit his horn and unlocked the door with an audible click.

“Good evening, brother.” Zefu sounded calm, confident as he entered - as he usually seemed. “May I come in?”

The unicorn blinked, looking up from his desk with narrowed eyes, suspicion rising. His brother was not the kind to be so...polite, without reason. Not with their little bet hanging over their heads. He turned sideways on his chair, foreleg resting on the back.

“Of course. I assume you’re bothering me at this time of night for a reason?”

“Oh, I think you know exactly why I’m here. It would be insulting to pretend that you don’t.” Stepping forward and kicking the door shut behind him, Zefu locked it without a second glance. “I’ve decided that time is almost up. I would like to give you one last chance to...surrender, before you lose.”

"Planning another sparring session? How…unimaginative." The unicorn frowned, getting off his chair.

"If we're going to sweat any more today I'd rather it end on more satisfying terms." The half-unicorn smiled despite his brother's apparent disdain. He saw the slight glimmer in his eyes, the tells in his body. "This has been a competition of will, nothing more. So let's get the final debate out of the way and get to the more fun parts shall we?"

Limerence nodded and stepped forward. "Before we begin, brother, I have a proposition..."

Zefu squinted at the beckoning hoof waving him forward. "What are you planning?"

"Just making sure that neither of us will be walking away unsatisfied…" The unicorn put on his best pleading look. "Humour me?"

He rolled his eyes, but he trusted his brother not to try anything too...shady. Limerence put his hoof under his chin and brought their horns together. It was for but a moment - their horns struck against each other in a quick movement like flint against a knife. Blue and green sparks flew off them, disappearing quickly before reaching the floor. Zefu felt a small shiver run down his spine.

“Wh-what did you...” Confusion and alarm was quickly calmed down and reassured. Zefu noticed those feelings as coming from outside himself - a link between them not unlike telepathy, if much duller. It didn’t take him long to realize that this was the unicorn’s insurance plan. “Ah. Clever.”

“It works both ways, you should know.” A lightly smug amount of confidence came from the other stallion, mirrored in his face. Surface thoughts only, it seemed.

“Mmm...yes. But I must ask: is this supposed to stop me?” Focusing on his brother, Zefu could feel some surprise from their link, easier than he could read it on his face. Along with...something else. “I can tell you’re just barely resisting. Why not just yield and let me...take care of you?”

Limerence’s flush appeared on his face as he felt the other’s lewd intentions, through feeling just as easily as the tingle of his body brushing against his side, circling him like a hungry shark. His brother’s scent began to arouse as he flicked his tail under his nose. It was a dangerous play, letting them share their intentions - their lusts...one he hoped would pay off.

“We both know you can’t last forever, brother...” Zefu’s warm breath whispered in his ear. The unicorn couldn’t help the wave of dirty thoughts skimming his mind’s eye. They could all come true, if only...

“I’m onto you, brother.” Limerence purred the final word with the same inflection Zefu had been teasing him with all day. “Do you think I haven’t noticed your little tricks? The teasing, the goading…you’ve been trying to condition me.”

“It wasn’t like I was trying to be particularly subtle, Limerence…” The Zebracorn chuckled, draping a foreleg across his back as he nuzzled his older brother’s neck. “And I dare say it’s working quite well. Don’t lie, I can feel how much my mere voice gets you going…”

“That isn’t all.” Limerence put his own hoof around the other’s neck, pulling Zefu’s head close as he sat down, holding him in place. His other hoof reached up to casually rub the tip of his horn, feeling the gentle pricks of sensation as if it were his own, while being distinctly not.

"You’ve been trying to provoke me. Seeing if I’ll take charge and put you in your place. You say otherwise, but part of you likes being under control…my control." As he said the words a flash of interest from Zefu, though quickly smothered, signalled his acknowledgement.

"Part of me also likes being in control of you…your attention, your affection - focused on me. You like pleasing ponies. And you want to make your brother happy, don't you?" A pulse of embarrassed desire made him smirk. Despite his position, Zefu felt no worry with his head pressed against his brother's chest. The faint brush of his breathing on his belly, the faint beating of his heart under the ribs...it was an oddly tender moment, one neither of them expected to feel so at peace with - but peaceful nonetheless.

"Oh? Well consider this then…" The unicorn tightened his grip slightly and focused his intent to overwhelm. To dominate. To put his smug brother in his place once and for all. "Let me put a spell on you for tonight: something to make you more agreeable. You'll get to see me take charge, be the object of my attention…all you'll have to do is be my good little colt for a while."

"Finally, some proper confidence." Zefu rolled his eyes, espite the delightful shiver that ran through him. "Ah, but I don't believe you. Mind magic is too questionable for you."

"Is it? I put the finishing touches on it just this morning. You have to want it...before I can make you need it."

The very sudden moment of realization and doubt in the face of Limerence's conviction made Zefu freeze. Fear, yes, but the thought of him being so utterly devious to charm him when he wasn't noticing, to slowly have had the rug pulled out from under him all this time…

He let slip, and a spike of forbidden arousal came through the unicorn's mind, signalled by a growing smile.

"Checkmate, brother." Limerence normally wasn't one to grin, but when he did he had a smugness to rival his brother. "You liked that."

"...yes, I suppose I did." Zefu pouted, ears folding back. “That doesn’t mean I have to enjoy admitting it, now do I?”.

"There there, Zefu." The unicorn tutted, patting his mane. "You don’t have to be shy when it’s just the two of us.”

The zony found his indignation being quite literally wiped away with every comforting stroke of his brother’s hoof down his head. “Shall I call you ‘master’, then? Or ‘Sir’?”

“That’s theatric, even for you.”

“...daddy.” Zefu smiled, jokingly. Or at least, that’s what he hoped.

“Father is the last thing I’d want on my mind...didn’t you say you’d reward me however I wished?” Reminded of their prior engagement, Zefu returned Limerence’s look. Anticipation, excitement...the brothers couldn’t tell who it came from first.

“I’m going to make you finish what you started. You’ve been teasing me all day, it’s only fair you get what’s coming to you.” He shifted into a more comfortable position on the floor - half reclined - looking down into his brother’s eyes, and spoke deliberately. “Now...do as I say like a good colt, and I’ll even finish you off myself. Deal?”

Zefu nodded. A strange sound between a grunt and squeak came from his throat. “...Yes, Limerence.”

“That’s a good little brother.” The unicorn smirked, oddly pleased. “I could get used to this.”

“Until next time, you mean?”

“Sush, I didn't ask for any backtalk.” Limerence tapped his brother on the nose, scrunching up his muzzle. “Why don’t you put your mouth to better use?”

Zefu felt himself forced backward, muzzle perched right over his brother’s groin, right where he could just see it if he crossed his eyes. He could no longer tell if it was through their shared minds or just his own, but the smell alone…

“Take your time." Limerence watched Zefu's eyes flick back up to his for a moment, looking back down at the pink tip just peeking out of its velvet smooth sheath.

He wanted it…

"I want you to do a good job."

He needed it…

Zefu leaned in, eyes closing - and began to lick. It didn't take much for the pink shaft to extend out, but it would take more than a few nudges to properly do the job.

As if guided by instinct - or some inner need - the half-Zebra planted a wet smooch on Limerence's balls, letting the rest of the half-hard shaft fall over his face. He ran his mouth upwards - the pink flesh left a trail of sticky precum down his face. The salty taste danced on the tip of his tongue, his sense of smell swimming in the musk of the unicorn's desire.

"Tell me what you want, brother." Limerence said softly, feeling the other stallion's restraint.

Zefu let his actions do the talking for him. He crossed his hooves over Limerence's belly, letting the pink length lie across his face. His eyes shone with a hunger, a lust to please.

"I...I want…" He inhaled, and began to drool.

The young stallion turned his attention to his brother's cock, taking it in his mouth and eased down it as far as it could go, savouring the feeling of the hard length twitch and throb in his maw. His lust and desire became Limerence's own just as the unicorn's pent up urges became his. He wanted to give his brother the release he had waited so patiently for all day, sucking deeply on the tip like a lollipop.

"I want to feel your love-" Zefu's next words only came out when he needed air, sounding breathless. "To have your hot seed line my face, to hear you groan out my name in pleasure, to-"

"You know what to do, then."

The leg folding over his shoulder was all the prompt he needed, and returned to his task. The hitch in Limerence's breathing would be his guide, the growing pressure of their link would be his cue. Zefu bobbed up and down fast on his brother's cock, taking a few moments to cradle the unicorn's fine pair of balls with a hoof, testing the limits of his throat like a nail under a hammer.

More importantly, he made sure to enjoy every second of it. Every throb, every wet slurp was another pleased grunt and moan from him - much to Limerence's own pleasure, seeing…feeling his normally haughty brother reduced to such a base cock-hungry lust.

"Cum for me, brother." Zefu whimpered. The hybrid could feel his climax approaching, shifting to grasp the pink flesh with both hooves, jerking him off with nothing else but the pleading look in his eyes and his open mouth, tongue sticking out. "P-please?"

Limerence did like to indulge his brother, especially when he begged.

"Ahh, Zefu~" The unicorn groaned as he began to feel the mass of his climax begin to tip over. The momentum spilled forth like a bucket - tension built up from the morning behind the bookshelves, to their post-combat training session, through the smaller teases of the hours before. The first few streams landed on his tongue, some even on his face. The orgasm didn't catch Zefu off guard, but the volume did.

He wasn't going to let any of that go to waste.

Pulling himself forward, Zefu shoved himself back down as Limerence hugged back with his thighs forcing him further into place. His eyes dilated and rolled up as he felt his brother's cock force deep, moans of delight reverberating from his throat. The length throbbed and spurted string after string of fresh cum on a one-way trip to his stomach. The flare stretched his throat as he was forced to lie there, nose buried in the scent of his brother's groin, swallowing against his cock for more seed like a foal against the teat. All he could hear was the unicorn's pleasured groans and soft affections in his name.

In some sense, he realized, he was getting exactly what he asked for.

It took a few more seconds before it was over, waves of pleasure washing over him even as his own orgasm had yet to come anywhere near to completion. His own cock ached with need…but he had his task.

Zefu pulled off in a slow, smooth motion, coughing to clear his throat as his brother's pink flesh flopped out, slick with a thin layer of cum and spit. "Did…did I do a good job?"

Limerence looked down between his flaccid length and Zefu's pleading face, a string of his load still remained on his mane. He took a moment to consider, feeling his brother's need and the pleasure of his own orgasm just a moment before. He pulled the younger colt up, turned him around and hugged his back into his chest.

"You did a very good job, Zefu." The unicorn whispered as he rubbed his hooves along his belly, basking in the warmth of the moment washing over them. "There's just one more thing…"

Zefu squirmed as he felt his twitching shaft be engulfed in the familiar tingle of magic, the slow pace as it was already all but making him hump into thin air. And as it was, the unicorn's forelegs around him were stopping his own from reaching where he'd like.

"L-Limerence! W-wha-nghh…"

"Shh...Not. So. Loud." He calmly whispered again, nipping into the skin of his brother's collar to draw his attention. He could very well feel the spikes of pleasure coming from Zefu with every move he made, and he had decided he could handle being on edge for a little while. "I have something to tell you, little brother."

The hybrid bit his lip, his nodded affirmative sounding more like a whimpering groan.

"No more teasing from you about this 'marefriend' stuff, alright? I'll get to it when I want to, not before."

"Y-yes Limerence." Zefu squirmed some more, as he tried to fight his own body's need, his every sense urging him to go over the edge.

"Now I know you only do this because you care, in your own way. So I'm going to thank you, once and for all. And if that doesn't stick, remember…" The unicorn tugged at his ear to ease him off the edge…for all of two seconds.

"L-Limmy…" Zefu mewled, resigned to his fate.

"You may charm any mare you'd like in ten seconds flat, but you'll know that deep inside - you're just a hypocrite. Because you'll get on your knees for me for even less. And that'll follow you no matter how many mares you manage to bed." Limerence's growled words held a power behind them that had his brother's will, at least for the moment, wrapped around his hoof. Pleasure and desire and submission came through all at once…and part of him liked it. “Am I right?”

"You’re right…” It was all Zefu could do to nod in affirmation. “I just...wanted your affection.”

“So next time, you’ll ask nicely, won’t you?” Limerence decided to toe the edge even closer, drawing his hoof along the underside of Zefu’s leaking shaft. “Let me hear it.”

“I-I will!” The young stallion grunted, struggling weakly in his brother’s grip, both physical and magical. He’d since lost all other restraint, panting and moaning softly under his breath to let the unicorn know exactly how much he was enjoying his touch. “I love you Limerence, so please...please let me cum…”

“Good.” Limerence brought his other hoof up to turn his chin sideways, looking into his eyes. ”Kiss and make up?”

Their lips came together in a loose seal, tongues dancing around each other as Limerence brought his brother to orgasm by hoof and magic.

“Oh, brother~” Zefu moaned out as he let himself drift in the flooding of his climax, rope after rope of his voluminous seed covering his chest and belly. Limerence could taste the remains of himself on his tongue - and Zefu knew that as well. They parted only when the hybrid’s high came to a close, the baby blue hoof now all but given a fresh coat of white.

“What a mess you made…” The unicorn tutted, holding his foreleg up in front of his brother’s face. “Do clean this up, would you?”

Ears pinned back and blushing, Zefu nonetheless did as he was asked, leaning forward to lick up his own wasted seed off of the offered limb till nothing remained. He swallowed the bitter, salty, gooey mess in one gulp, leaning back into the nook of his brother’s chin.

“So...how does it feel?” Limerence didn’t speak again for a few moments more, basking in the afterglow of the receding waves of the muscular stallion’s orgasm. He let their link fizzle out, suddenly feeling much more tired and sore.

“You made me beg to have your seed down my throat. It was degrading.” Zefu spat, embarrassed and humiliated. And yet he simply leaned back deeper into his brother’s embrace. “I need a shower.”

“So...you liked it.”

“Yes daddy-” He blinked, catching himself only too late. “You didn’t hear that.”

Author's Note

And the aftermath of these new developments...

The Wine List: Digestif - Sherry

Limerence flicked his ears towards the door to his room at the sound of soft hoofsteps hurrying up, and the trio of knocks that followed. He could practically hear his visitor dancing in place in anticipation...and impatience. Whoever it was was eager to see him. It was probably Zefu.

He barely had time to finish up the line of notes before another round of knocks came again. He sighed at the distraction, standing up hard enough to move the chair back some. He was ready to give his brother an earful on the virtue of patience when he opened the door.

What lay behind it gave him pause.

“Zefu, w-” The unicorn blinked, narrowing his eyes. “...why are you wearing a skirt and socks?"

"Thank you for taking your time to answer your own door." The half-Zebra practically sneered. "That's the question you ask? Not 'what are you doing here at this time of night?' but 'why are you wearing that?'. We live atop a vault of powerful magical items. Odd line of thought there, brother."

"Well if you must know, I-"

"I was being pedantic! Now let me in before someone sees." Zefu whispered in harsh urgency, shoving a notebook at his brother before all but pushing his way past the unicorn into the privacy of his room.

Limerence shook his head and closed the door, lock clicking shut as was the benefit of being able to enchant your own stuff. Until he turned around. Surprise, confusion, and a small amount of shock ran through Limerence in the moment, all of which led to him saying the first thing that entered his mind.

"Brother," The unicorn blinked. "are you wearing… lace underwear?"

"It's silk, actually." Zefu's nonplussed expression didn't match the pose he struck bending over to peer back at the thin layer covering his rear. "I think. I'm not in the habit of wearing silk."

"Are you in the habit of cross-dressing, then?" Limerence's ears tinged pink at the sight of his brother's muscled form. Try as he might, the…'clothing' was drawing his gaze more often than not. "Why, then, are you-"

"We finally get to the point." The other stallion sighed in exasperation. "In short: I put on some old anti-dragon lingerie. And now I can't take it off on my own."

“If you could you wouldn’t be here. How did you get yourself...stuck?”

“I was researching magical armor - clothing enchantments specifically. What better way to take a closer look than trying it on?”

"...and what did you find out?" Intellectual curiosity overtook Limerence's reaction to seeing his brother's hips perfectly framed in form-fitting silks. Momentarily. He still caught himself staring.

"Apparently only the silk is the actual part of the armor. Everything else is extra." Zefu took his cane and twisted the top, drawing the blade. He held a foreleg out and ran the sharp steel against it, somehow refusing to cut into him despite its steep angle. He stowed it after in one smooth motion.

"It lives up to its name. It layers a full-body shield over the wearer. Fireproof, protects against everything a dragon would have. Obviously, I don't have a ‘dragon-strength’ anything to test it on."

"So why can't you take it off? Or, as those testing weapons on armor tend to do - put it on a model?"

"The anti-dragon properties only activate on a living body. My testing seems to have triggered a failsafe. Or a feature." Using his magic, the half-unicorn tried to pull the hem of the skirt down. It only went so far before stopping completely. "It can be shifted, but not taken off. Handy if you're being tossed by a giant lizard I suppose. And needs an external spell source to disable. I've worked out the spell."

He leaned on his cane, pointing to the book.

Limerence glanced down at the ring-bound papers Zefu had passed him, and paged through. They were surprisingly extensive.

"You've been at this a while, I see." Taking a more critical eye, the unicorn walked a circle around him, examining the tight fit of the clothing, how it also conveniently left some things to the imagination. "I can't help but wonder…"

Limerence finished his round and held up his brother's open notebook, tapping the final unanswered question. 'Why lingerie?' was circled.

"Because the wearers were intended to seduce dragons? How would I know?"

"I would've said material constraints to the spell weaving, myself…"

"Look, are you going to help me take this off or not?" Zefu grunted at his brother. "Or is this the first time you've seen a pony wearing any sort of underwear up close?"

"Well you could have easily just waited it out. Or looked for help in the morning. No armor designer would ever make a set that couldn't be removed at all, you just got impatient. Unless…"

"Unless you wanted to try it on yourself?" The young stallion shifted a leg. "Mare's clothing can be rather tight in certain places. Places I'm sure you'd enjoy."

"Now that's a little rude of you, brother." Limerence's voice intoned with a certain inflection, a specific look as he made eye contact with Zefu in a way that clearly had more to say. He put a hoof under the corner of his cheek. "Remember what we talked about the other day? If you want something - ask nicely."

"I…initially came to ask for help in getting me unstuck…"

The unicorn held his expectant look.

"...does this look good on me?"

"You look ravishing." Limerence took on an almost uncanny growl in his voice, a pleased rumble not usually heard from stallions of his scrawnier build. "Is that all?"

"This must be the closest thing you've ever had to being intimate with a mare." Zefu muttered dryly. "I’d almost say you need practice on how to treat one."

“Is that so? Do you also remember what else we’d talked about?”

“Of course. And I ‘ve been remembering how you acted in your...frustration...”

"Ah. So there's the question. Well, I suppose I could give you a reminder…" Limerence leaned in, and his brother leaned back. Their lips met with a comfortable familiarity, and a growing warmth. Their horns met as they clashed mouths and Zefu recognized the feel of magic against his own, asking for entry.

He accepted. And a cool wave leaving fiery sparks washed over him. He felt sensations and desires within him that he could distinctly recognize as an 'other'. Limerence's desires. And he was sure the unicorn could feel his. They parted, each feeling a good deal warmer than before.

"You naughty pony, Limerence - you've been eyeing me ever since I stepped into the room." Zefu wiped some saliva off his chin with a hoof, setting his cane aside.

Limerence smiled just a tiny bit sheepishly, opting to put Zefu's notes on the nightstand instead. He pointed his horn toward the nearest wall and let loose a bolt of magic that lit up the circuit board of a spell matrix on it. "And you've been wanting to put on a show for me since you put this on. Well, no one else will be hearing us now."

"Forget the show - if you want these off you'll have to take it off yourself." The Zebra hybrid walked over to the edge of the bed, half-stepping onto it. He shot the unicorn a teasing look over his shoulder, raising his tail to lift up the edge of the skirt. "Show me what you can do, Limerence dear…stars know you won't be using it on any mare anytime soon."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? Having me all to yourself." Limerence stepped forward and rubbed a hoof on his brother's firm rear, a bit more hardened than his own due to his more…'outgoing' lifestyle. He felt the response to his touch as a welling of desire within his own abdomen. "Being on call to scratch that itch no female can. And when you do, you come running to your 'big brother'."

"I only do so for your benefit." Zefu purred, arching his back. The familiar burn of his brother's desires was an easy fire to start, he'd found, befitting his name. "We both have our…needs. Why not work together when they align?"

"I think you're just lucky the only one of us who cares so much about this is you - I can't imagine how you get along with anyone being so needy." The unicorn had let his hoof trail up the curve of his back before holding it off. He turned his head slightly to look at Zefu's face, watching his reaction. "You do realize what you're getting yourself into, this time?"

"You're too sweet, brother, truly. But how much 'nicer' must I ask at this point?" The young stallion put his forelegs on the bed and pushed up against Limerence, flicking the tuft of his tail in his face. He focused on his feelings - wallowed in his desires, his lust - letting the unicorn feel them through their mental link.

‘I want you on top of me.’ Raw need washed over the blue unicorn. And Limerence found his own need rising in response.

“Well then, I hope you don’t mind being more vocal.” The pony leaned in close to his brother’s ear, and whispered hungrily. “Because I’m going to make you scream, Zefu.”

One brother rolled onto the bed, and the other followed suit.

"Tsk, that's no way to speak to a mare." Zefu chided, turning onto his back. "If you tried that on anyone you might as well be paying them to spend time with you."

"I'm afraid you have me quite in a bind, brother." Limerence planted both his hooves on either side of his chest and knelt between his spread legs. "How I'd treat a mare is nothing like how I'd treat you."

"Show me."

The unicorn brought his hips in and compared their lengths. His pink shaft was not nearly half the length it could be, while the bulge of the half-zebra's black cock was still trapped under his silk panties. There was much work to be done.

"For anyone else, I'd want to make sure that they had a good time…" Limerence rubbed their groins together, smearing and mixing the initial drop of precum from both anticipating what was to come. He shifted the panties aside, exposing Zefu's stallionhood to the open air. He could probably have removed the lace by now, but the look was beginning to grow on him.

Limerence looked up, meeting his brother's eyes. Lust and want gazed back, forelegs passively held up. The spell made their desires and moods move in sync, reading and feeling the other's most prominent thoughts. He was waiting for more.

The unicorn dove in, leaning over to clinch his teeth firmly around the skin of his neck. Zefu let out a pleased grunt in response, the hiss from his mouth as the pain mixed with the pleasure. He wrapped his forehooves around his brother's back, spreading his legs wider, inviting him to press down harder.

"Oh, Limmy…" the hybrid whined.

It was no time at all before both of them were at full mast. Limerence moved his mouth over Zefu's - their tongues met in ways they were both already very familiar with. Each dance together only increased their experience. A burst of magic from. him aligned their throbbing cocks with each other as their horns crossed more than once. For a brief moment, their pleasures heightened to the point they were practically one - in mind and body.

The frotting brothers continued their erotic dance until both had produced a fair amount of pre. The unicorn leaned back to feel the cool stickiness on his chest. He pooled it all together, using his horn to rub their mixed fluids all over his pink shaft. It would have to do.

How many mares had his brother's thick length been in? Limerence wondered, wiping a stand of saliva from his chin. And yet here he was, cock leaking, panting hotly under him as the wannabe Casanova laid back, dressed up less than a mare himself. A whore.

"Now as for you, little brother, I know you too well to think the same." He moved up, supporting his forehooves on the headboard. All Zefu had to see was Limerence's throbbing, firm cock glistened with their combined precum in front of his face. "You'll be having a good time because I'm having a good time. Now suck."

A hoof behind his head was all the assistance the half-Zebra needed to open up his throat, taking the soft pink length in one (relatively) smooth motion. He paused once it went down as far as it could go, Zefu closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of his brother's short thrusts stretching out his maw, the taste of their salty precum on his tongue, the smell of his nose buried in the unicorn's crotch. He was in heaven.

Almost all too soon it was over, and Limerence pulled out, his length glistening slick with the thick slime of stallion pre and spit. It felt cool in the air, tickled by Zefu's warm breath.

"You know what to do next."

"S-so rough…" Zefu coughed, wiping his mouth on his good hoof. He looked up with an expression of annoyance, despite his tone of voice. "Rather rude of you to not at least ask first…"

"I learned it from you." Limerence's lips twisted into an unabashedly unapologetic smile. "Consider this to be me finally seizing my opportunities."

With a mild yank of his bad leg, the half-Zebra found himself being flipped over in a way reminiscent of a certain 'fight' they had from days before.

"Seem familiar, brother?" The unicorn teased, hooves on his haunches, rubbing his lubricated shaft against the crease of the silk lining between his rear cheeks. "This look fits you, really."

Zefu wiggled in place, biting his lip to stifle the pleased whine about to come out. He could feel the tip of his sibling's spear poke and rub on the tense ring of his back door. His hoof might not have been wrenched behind his back, but he was feeling rather…helpless.

And he could feel Limerence relishing in it.

"S-so do you plan to make me beg?" He murmured, not noticing his back arching ever so slightly. His tail rising just a bit higher. "You should know I-”

Zefu’s voice cut off into a high-pitched squeal when Limerence forced his way in.

"Not…what you expected?" The unicorn grunted as he shared in his brother’s sudden discomfort, mixed with a wholly different kind of pleasure. It was a surreal experience.

"This isn't…exactly how I imagined, no…" Zefu’s legs began to shake as he felt the young stallion above force his meat deeper in him, stretching him out against his body’s own wishes. “Y-you’re bigger than I expected…”

"S-speak for yourself…” Limerence groaned. His head swam in a conflicting rush of pleasure and discomfort, no longer able to tell which of them it came from, pausing when he pushed himself in as far as his brother’s depths would allow.

"I'm not…telling you to stop…" Zefu looked back at his brother mounting him from the corner of his eye, forelegs having found themselves a pillow to wrap around. He clenched down on the rod impaling him, sending a pleasant pulse of pressure throughout his body. He wanted more. "S-surely you can go deeper than that…"

"M-maybe if you'd stop clenching so hard," The unicorn grumbled, hugging his brother’s waist, his shaft held just short of the medial ring. Zefu’s tensing was going to force him out at this rate. "I could get in further, you big baby."

"All your legs are working just fine. It's not my fault if you're not going hard enough to make me feel it, I know you're not lacking in equipment…"

At that, the unicorn reached forward to grab a mouthful of mane in his teeth, and pulled.

"Ahh, yesss~" Zefu hissed, the pleasurable pain of his brother’s cock spreading his hole wider overtook his senses. The hard pressure of his rod pressed on something deeper within that made him cry out. "That's the spot…d-deeper…!"

With a slow, deliberate draw, the unicorn all but shuddered as he pulled his hips back - and thrust forward.

The sound in the room was filled with the voices of the young pair in coital bliss, moaning and yelping each other’s names. Limerence did all he could to keep up the motions - his mind was awash in a thick haze of pleasure from both himself and Zefu, panting and breathing like a factory machine. Zefu did his best to stay still, though the battering ram of his brother’s length pounding against his prostate was chipping away at his resolve. His knees were beginning to shake, to say nothing of the lewd moans now escaping his mouth.

“Ah, Limmy....fuck me, brother~”

The sound of his sibling’s voice, calling out for him an octave higher, did...things, to Limerence’s psyche. All the pleasure aside...he wanted to hear more.

“Mmf, yesss...h-harder....!”

He wanted to hear Zefu beg.

“T-tell me…” The unicorn panted between thrusts, knowing his own climax was nearing. The downside of being the less experienced of the two, he supposed. But he was going to remind Zefu of his place before it was over. “Tell me how much you want me.”

“H-hah.” The hybrid’s laugh sounded more like an exhale of air. His ears echoed with the sound of their hips slapping together like the rhythm of a drum. “S-still asking permission, brother? I thought you’d...you’d…”

“I'm done asking." Limerence put both hooves on his brother's back and forced him into the mattress, face first. With this new angle he began pounding down with renewed vigor - harder, deeper. "Beg."

Zefu cried out, in pain and pleasure both as his ass burned with the pleasing stretch of his brother's hot, long meat pumping in and out, going deeper than he thought possible. A glance between his own legs showed his own black length had gone half-flaccid, a puddle of clear pre had since been pooling on the sheets from the rough milking, swinging in time with the unicorn's powerful thrusts.

Limerence found himself slowing, just as much to stay his orgasm as it was to drag out the torment for Zefu under him. Slowly but surely the unicorn worked himself close to the hilt, each pass feeling somehow tighter than before. The kiss of the hybrid’s firm, toned muscles against his hips was addictive. He could feel through their link the discomfort he was causing, but also the pleasure it caused in return. It was as if the harder down he forced his head the higher up his butt rose to meet him.

Kinky bastard. And clearly, so was he.

Despite the lowered pace, Zefu found his mind being pounded ever so deliberately into a pleasured mush by the one mounting him. The sound of the leaky wet shaft sliding inside him. The feeling of his rear clenching down around Limerence’s cock as it pistoned into him, brushing hard against his prostate…

He wanted to feel more. Limerence wanted to hear him say so. In his mind, in that moment, something clicked. It was all so simple.

"P-please, brother…" The young stallion whimpered. "I w-want it inside. Celestia knows you aren't using it on any mares…"

Another tug. Another yelp.

"Ah~! The only seed getting wasted here is mine!" Zefu's voice, frantic with need, was a far cry from his usual smooth confidence. One could even say…mare-like. "F-fill me, Limmy! Fuck me! I'm begging you!"

"Good…boy…" Limerence groaned as his legs gave out, collapsing Zefu under his bodyweight. Whatever mental walls he had up were torn down in that moment, and pushed in one last time to give his incestuous sibling the feeling he so craved. His final thrusts slowed, grinding Zefu into the bed, and brought his voice into a squeal.

The pair lay in place, only being able to breathe as the unicorn's pink cock throbbed and pulsed, pumping his load of unicorn jizz into the hybrid's rear. Limerence had all but collapsed forward, sweaty and exhausted as pulse after pulse of pure euphoria washed over him. Zefu's tongue had lolled out from the warmth spreading from inside him, drool beginning to seep into the sheets, his muzzle buried his brother's long blonde mane. Their minds reeled from the feedback loop of pleasure, pain, and orgasm.

Seconds felt like minutes as the smog between them cleared, cut short by the unicorn pulling his shaft free from his brother's still-pulsing rear with a wet pop, and a gasp from Zefu.

"G-guh…" The young stallion's eyes blinked back into focus as the movement reminded him of one lingering matter between his legs as he lay in the comfortable sticky mess they'd made. "Aren't…aren't you…?"

"You started this…you can finish it yourself."

Limerence heard a sound he never thought he'd genuinely hear from his brother. Zefu pouted like a sad foal, and whimpered.

"Aww, come now. You know I would never leave you unattended…" The unicorn stroked a hoof down the side of his mane. "Whatever happened to my charming, fit, confident little brother?"

Zefu leaned back into his brother, and scowled.

"Ah yes, he put on a skirt and begged his brother to fuck him like a mare." Limerence lifted up the stallion's hind leg, rolling him into his back. It was quite the sight. A puddle stained the sheets, all clearly caused by the half-hard, leaking shaft. The lingerie lived up to its name, he noticed - pushing up a pair of taut, dark orbs aching with need.

"Maybe we do need more practice, if all that wasn't enough for you to finish..."

The frown remained on Zefu's face even as he moved around to nestle himself between his thighs, forelegs spreading him open. He put a kiss on the tip of the black, throbbing shaft, wet and moist from before, running the bead of salty fluid around his lips to moisten them.

"Hmm…look at this, all hard and leaking just for me. With a belly full of my seed, no less. I imagine your marefriends know nothing about this…"

He kept eye contact with Zefu watching him bite his lip as he wordlessly slid the cock into his mouth, sucking lightly. He could feel the soreness creeping in already, but he wasn't so cold as to leave his brother…completely unsatisfied.

It didn't take long before what reserves of his brother's usually copious load began to fill his cheeks. Letting the head slip free of his lips, Limerence crawled forward, tongue out. Zefu pulled him up to meet him halfway, their lips locked and eyes closed as he was mouth-fed his own thick cream.

He swallowed. The only seed getting wasted was his, after all.

"I don't know if you're the worst brother ever, or the best." Zefu's ears burned pink when they parted, a trail of his own salty, strong fluids still connected them. "I hate you, Limerence."

"You ruined my sheets," The unicorn's hoof bopped him on the nose. His breath stank of cum. "I hate you too."

Author's Note

It really seems Limerence has come into his own now, hasn't he?

Of course, seeing as they're both nondescript young adults their fidelity to their canon personalities is debatable, but I hope you can see how it might work.

Late Night Overtime

The time ticked ever closer to the end of the hour: when the proverbial clock strikes midnight, the ball is over, and the mare has to hurry home before the spell wears off and her secret revealed...except the mare was two stallions, and the ‘spell’ is the nth dose of caffeine they drank to keep awake enough until they could go home and get some goddamned sleep.

Hard Boiled and Juniper Shores sat all but slumped against each other, the pull of Luna’s call growing ever stronger as they sat in silence, the big clock on the wall of their office an impromptu white noise machine.

“Okay you two, I’m going!” The voice of Telly called out as she all but ran past, barely sparing either of them a glance. “Thanks again, boys!” Her voice faintly sounded down the hall as she made her way out.

The two barely managed to droll out their own goodbyes before the faint door slam echoed back to them. While offering to cover the phones to give her for an early night off was the least they could do for the trouble they dragged her into - her words, not theirs - they both knew, deep down, that their very cores would not have let them let their friend suffer alone in good conscience.

...though it was sorely tempting to do otherwise, in that moment.

“Urgh...how long?” Hardy mumbled, pressing a hoof in between his eyes and shaking his head. Sleep was coming hard for him, and he knew himself well enough to know that he’d probably be able to sleep through any call or alarm if it came. Not exactly a risk he was willing to take.

“About an hour until night shift comes…” Juniper murmured in return, yawning. He stretched his forelegs and a scant second of feeling rushed through his body. But only a second. “I’m barely staying awake as it is...think you can wake me up in ten minutes kid?”

“M’ barely keeping up right now. And...it’s never just ten minutes for you.”

“Fine, fine, don’t want anyone blabbing when the graveyard shift comes in and getting us in trouble…” He yawned again. It was getting contagious. “Coffee, then?”

“Just a little. I still wanna sleep before sunrise.”

The break room bore all the marks of a place of frequent gathering. Scuff marks on the floors from all the shifting furniture, an old model coffee machine that was barely holding on, a greasy microwave with the dried stains of foods long gone, and dried chewing gum stuck in corners no one dared touch.

All it lacked was the usual sounds of ponies moving in and out, the commotion that showed there was some life in the building. Hard Boiled wasn’t used to it being this quiet, not here.

All that was left was left was the smell and sound of the coffee machine, screaming as it did whatever it did to make the fuel the DPD ran on.

“That’s the stuff...” Juniper cupped the first steaming mug in his hooves, sipping gently, feeling the warmth rush and flow through his body. He turned to look at his partner leaning on the table right next to him. “We’ve had a long day, huh?”

“A long week…” Hardy yawned, holding his mug in his hooves as it cooled. “I’m gonna need a break when it’s all over.”

“For all of three days until you get stir-crazy without a case to solve.” Juniper chuckled. “You sure you don’t just want a nap?”

Their eyes met. Dark copper met gold, and something...sparked.

“We got coffee just to avoid that, any other ideas?”

Hardy put a hoof down on the table, right next to his partner’s. Mere coincidence at first, but it quickly became less so. One foreleg leaned against the other, followed by a shoulder, then a head.

The green stallion glanced at the wall, at one of the many clocks ticking away like any proper workplace. He looked back at Hardy with a glint in his eyes and leaned in.

“I can think of something to spend forty mintues on.”

"You're pretty good with your hooves kid…" The green Earth pony hummed as he lay on the changing room bench, Hardy’s weight atop him rubbing circles into his back.

“Should’ve asked Taxi if you wanted a massage…” The grey stallion mumbled as he straddled the bench, forehooves slick with an improvised massage oil from ‘free samples’ left over from who knows when. “Damn, Juni, your back is wound up tighter than the chief’s ass.”

“Good thing you’re here to loosen me up then?” Juniper lay his chin on folded hooves, enjoying the feeling of aches he never knew he had fading away. The oil smelled pretty good, the showers were recently cleaned, and as inexperienced as he was - Hardy’s hooves on him felt wonderful.

The grey stallion slid his hooves along the contours of his partner’s musculature, enjoying the pure aesthetic appeal of the Earth pony’s firm body. Hardy couldn’t help the blood rising to his cheeks as he realized the suggestive situation they were in. Their coats were left back at the desk, shirt and ties left lying beside, his partner’s gun harness was half off and framing his thighs rather nicely. He ran his hooves up his back, down his sides...lingering just above the dark green rump right in front of him. And they were all alone...

Juniper was quick to notice the pause, and quicker still to pounce on it.

“I think you missed a spot, Hardy…” Tail raised and swished aside, he perked his hips back slightly and looked up at his partner from the side. “There’s still a bit of tension I need you to loosen up…”

“Uh...really, Juni?” Hard Boiled stuttered, not expecting Juniper to be so…casual. But deep down, he expected the turn of events...and he was no less excited for it. He looked down, feeling the firm, juicy flanks between his hooves. The dark flesh under his partner’s tail revealed to him, practically winking at him in time with his heartbeat, all he had to do was lean forward and pull…

“Well, why not?” The older stallion’s gaze smoldered up at him. “I’m feeling generous tonight. We’re all alone, time’s running out, and I want my turn too…”

He wiggled his butt, just managing to tease Hard Boiled's growing erection between his cheeks.

"Just a quickie, then." Hardy smirked, savouring the feeling of Juniper against his soft flesh, the oiled and slick hoof stroking his cock to full hardness. He lined up the grey shaft between the firm mounds and pressed up under the dock of Juniper's tail. His mind went to the inevitable time limit, definitely doable but he couldn't afford to dally.

"Not too quick. I still wanna enjoy myself too-oomph~" Juniper Shores grunted in pleasure as he felt his partner force his way into his rear, the mottled stallion meat as girthy as any Earth pony. His hole quivered as his fellow detective's special piece slowly slid inside him against his body's natural reaction. Every pulse and throbbing vein radiated warmth and mild pleasure. "E-eager, aren't you?"

"D-damn Juni…" Hardy's hips almost froze from the sensations of his slow thrust into Juniper's ass. He all but collapsed forward, chest landing with a soft thud on the other stallion's back and sliding against the thin layer of oil. Every inch forward was another grind against something hard to stimulate his senses. All he could do was wrap his hooves around his partner's waist and breathe in his scent. "You feel…amazing. Mmph~"

"Oooh, stars, Hardy - that's the spot." A blissful smile began to grow on Juniper's face as the stallion mounted him. The thick cock under his tail stretched him out to a pleasant limit, one that was oddly relaxing. Angling his hips upward, he felt the rod grind up against a hardened spot of tension - ended by the soft click of the buckles of their gun harnesses meeting each other, the rough feel of leather against fur. Hard Boiled had bottomed out.

With nowhere else to go, the Earth Pony on top smiled down at his partner, leaning forward just enough to plant his lips on his forehead. He pulled halfway out - before slamming himself back in with force. A wet slap echoed in the changing room.

"Ah! Jeez, a little warning next time?" Juniper half-moaned, tiny gasps escaped from the back of his throat as Hardy began to repeat the motions. He had little reason to bother about keeping his volume down…his partner deserved to hear his appreciation.

"I know how you like it~" The other stallion teased, rocking his hips back and forth like a piston. The stereotypical Earth Pony durability and endurance would be more hindrance than help this time, unfortunately. That meant Hardy needed to step up to meet the time. "We don't have time for long, so how about I make it extra hard instead?"

"At least you didn't say 'hardy', heh." Juniper’s eyes screwed shut in bliss as his partner's humping kept pace with his increasing force. He propped up his hips a little higher, angling his back a little lower to allow the pony to get a better grip on his waist.

Hardy chose not to reply. Instead taking the better grip he could around his partner's hips, and leaning forward to get a mouthful of scruff, and pulled. Juniper's low moans grew in frequency as he hit home again and again, Hardy went from hammering in half his length to the hilt to humping with the last few inches - synchronised with every tug and pull on his neck.

The green stallion cried out in soft encouragement, half-groans from the words that died out as he felt his partner pound against his prostate with every other thrust. The sound and feel of laboured breaths on his skin, teeth biting down with enough force he'd knew he'd have a new love bite to hide under his collar the next morning. His part flaccid length had spilled from its sheath and was starting to leak onto the bench, shifting slightly with every wet slap.

"Make…make sure you don't leave a mess, partner…"

"I-inside it is…" Hard Boiled's hooves almost skidded on the tiled floor as he drove himself as fast as he could over the edge, lust and pleasure having since taken over the movements of his body. Juniper's tight hole clenching around his cock with every inch only served toward the singular goal to bring him his orgasm - in this case deep within his rear end.

The detective's mottled shaft buried itself as deep as he could manage, balls heavy and churning with need as the stallion’s head flared out to lock him in place. Throb after throb pushed out his load of milky white pony seed as he buried his snout in the other's messy mane. His mind swam in the euphoria of orgasm for as long as it would last.

Seconds felt like minutes as the pair lay there, panting and sweating like they just finished a long run. Juniper grunted as he felt Hardy pull out with a wet pop, his insides feeling a little more empty than he could recall. He felt relaxed and loose in all the delightfully wrong ways…and probably looked worse than he cared to admit.

"...Time…?" Hard Boiled nuzzled into the back of his neck, chest settling right down in line with his spine.

"Who cares anymore?" Juniper growled. The earth pony raised a leg off the floor, tingly and shimmering with the feeling of having supported a little too much weight just a little too long. "My turn - against the shower wall. Let's clean up."

The pair wasted no time stepping out of their remaining gear, enriched with their combined scent and sex if one bothered to check. Hardy assumed the position with his forehooves braced against the tiled wall of the shower cubicle, setting the tap to let a warm spray fall on top of his upper half. As far as workplace showers went, he was glad for the heating.

"Gonna need these…" Juniper joined him a second later, setting down their improvised lube and a bottle of once-unattended soap. "Know anyone who uses rose scented shampoo?"

"Probably almost every mare here at least once. Is that a rhetorical ques-mmm…!" Hardy was cut short by the other stallion joining him under the water to plant a long smooch on him - if only to muffle the yelp that came after when the hoof quickly struck his flank. It sent his tail flagging.

They parted, lips connected with a thin trail of saliva that quickly washed down the drain, eyes smouldering with a heat greater than the water could ever be. Hardy almost didn't recognize the words leaving his mouth.

"Fuck me, Juniper…"

"Your wish is my command." The stallion winked as he took his place behind his partner, a lance of hot oiled stiffness sliding down under his thigh, poking against the soft undercarriage. Juniper Shores took a moment to reposition - and feel up the fine specimen of Earth pony while at it. His second thrust hit its mark.

"Oh, yesss…" Hard Boiled hissed in pleasured pain as the blunt head of Juniper's cock stretched him open, sliding inside. It was one of those feelings one never knows they miss until they feel it. He brought a hoof to his belly, and felt the slight bump of his insides shifting to accommodate his endowed partner. "Deep…d-deeper, Juni…"

"I love your ass, Hardy…" Juniper Shores whispered, just loud enough for the two to hear under the running water. Though their shared grunts and moans were doing enough appreciation already. A tiny eternity spanned the time it took for him to savor the feeling, humping away at the firm body turning ever more pliant under his roaming hooves. "Better hope I don't take too long, now…"

"Night shift is coming soon, remember?"

"You know I can't properly get off without my partner being into it too…" A half lie on his part, Juniper was eager for his turn since halfway through Hardy blowing his load inside him. But the feat of Earth pony stamina was one he'd been known to carry out before…

"Else I might go on longer, until your legs can't hold you up and you're just a puddle on the floor…"

Hard Boiled buried his muzzle into his elbow to relieve the weight on his front hooves for just a moment. Eyes screwed shut to keep the water out, but leaving plenty of space for Juniper's words to paint the scene in the blank space between.

"Face down, ass up, for who knows how long until the night shift comes along - and what'll they see?" The green stallion paused to let the implication sink in as he thrust his hard rod in and out from the delightful suction of his partner's anal ring.

"My ass, pumping into yours. And I'll raise my tail, show off that fresh, hot load you've just put into me, stretched open just like how I'm doing to you."

"Ah, f-fuck, Juni…really…?" Hardy moaned, mind filled with the sensation of Juniper's groping hooves, the hot stallionhood ramming into him as his forelegs began to buckle - the image could indeed come true - he'd lie there, bent over by his partner for whoever cared to see, as Juniper put his own efforts on show…cum dribbling down his taint and around the round pair of nuts slapping against him.

"It's a thrill." He nipped at the gray stallion's ear. At some point the even thrusts turned into more frantic wild humps, short and hard peaks of pressure against Hardy's sensitive insides. "The rumours will be proven true, department's never gonna shut up about it…"

"Guess we might convince them to keep lip if we put on a good enough show, you're cute when you moan. Downright…sexy…mrf~" The last growled syllables of Juniper losing breath gave away how turned on he was. How turned on he made him. The feeling of being wanted…needed…waves of heat flushed over Hard Boiled's body, and he couldn't tell where it came from anymore. Embarrassment, potential shame, the sexual deviancy…or all three. "Might get lucky…Taxi or Telly or Sykes, might even…join in…"

"You're a bastard, Juni." Hardy grit his teeth, hooves almost slipping on the wet tiles. A strange gurgle threatened to escape his throat. He could hold it back no longer. "Fill me up or paint my ass, just cum already!"

The stallion did as he was told, a half-strangled moan of pleasure signalled his climax as he unleashed his orgasm. Juniper slipped, scrambling to keep steady as his flared horsecock slipped free after the first few ropes to slide past and cover his partner's rear cheeks. The muscled ring was still winking, pulsing - a futile attempt to keep his hot pony jizz leaking out onto the shower floor.

The weight off Hardy's back threw him off balance, and he barely caught himself with a sharp clop on the tiles below. He decided to lay there, head under the running shower waiting for the world to finish settling back into place. Both Earth ponies' ears were ringing, hearts pounding…rear ends sore with the pleasant pain of having their respective fuck-holes partially ruined.

The pair lay in place, enjoying the afterglow. Hardy panting and groaning with sweat, steam rising off his body, tongue just sticking out with his eyes half closed with a face more commonly seen on one coming off a drug high. The pony's rear legs were the only part of him still standing, an A-frame to showcase his spread cheeks and taut balls with the pleasantly thick line of his half-flaccid dick hanging straight down into the small puddle of a second orgasm.

It gave Juniper time to admire his work.

He sat back and put a hoof under his tail, thighs spreading on instinct at the fleeting memory of prior stimulation. It felt like he was spread wide open - that pink and black spotted shaft probably made him look much the same earlier. Except instead of a wooden bench it was now on a public shower floor, still stinking of raw sex.

"Hey, good news-" Juniper smiled, leaning his head out just far enough to glance at the clock hanging on the changing room wall. "Looks like we still got time to clean up."

"We're cleaning up even if we didn't." The grey stallion shook his head clear, running a hoof through his wet and matted mane. "I'm not walking past night shift with your genetic signature on my ass."

"Deny everything. We could probably convince them they're hallucinating." Juniper slid over with the bottle of shampoo, pulling his partner into an embrace under the lukewarm water, beginning to scrub off the 'evidence'. "None of their business anyway."

Hardy hummed in agreement, tired from their short sexual stint. He hugged Juniper back, and rubbed his hooves up and down the verdant green coat, resting his chin in the crook of the older stallion's neck.

"...round two at my place later?"

Juniper paused, his ears perked up.

"I thought you said you wanted to sleep before sunrise?"

"Worried you can't live up to your word?" Hardy moved with a deceptive casual-ness as he rubbed his partner down, groping, tugging firmly at his tail. "I wanna see how you look with white in your mane first."

"...always wanted to see how well your golden scales could balance a load...you're on."

Author's Note

No real reason for this, I just wrote this on a whim last week because I wanted to use these specific scenes, and I figured these two characters would do just as well as any other. I think it turned out pretty well for a 2-day rush job, so maybe you would too.

Banished to the Nether Regions

“Y-you are not a necromancer, brother.” I hissed, stepping forward. “The spells in that book are worthless to you.”

In a second I had replayed the recent past in an instant - the wager, the duel...the loss. My hoof still clutched at the remnants of the trinket that held a piece of my soul. One couldn’t take action without acknowledging their mistakes, as painful as it was. As much as the chunk I’d sliced out of my brother’s ear, surely. It took me a second more to make a plan.

“I have two pieces of your soul. It does not require your ridiculous black arcana to merge them with the rest, only a vessel which already contains one and a working knowledge of thaumatological dynamics.” Limerence swept up the sword-staff...my sword-staff, and sheathed it in one smooth motion with his magic.

“Give me the book or I will kill your friend, Limerence.” I cast a look at the shapes of the city’s infamous detective and the skeleton standing over him. I still had control. “I can do it with a thought.”

He lifted his head, and his horn flashed.

My limbs froze, refused to move in any way as my breath hitched in my throat, spasming for air that would not, could not, move. Even my eyelids stilled, the barest hint of autonomy only remaining to focus on my brother’s face. His look was...cold.

‘Just like me.’

Only my thoughts were my own, a prisoner in my own body.

“No, lich.” Limerence said, and I felt him weaving a spell to bind what was left of my spirit. I squirmed, as one can when one’s very essence is being held in a metaphysical vice. My body refused command, my soul tugged at and shaped like a foal’s plaything. “No, you really can’t. Excelsia’s Principles of Necromantic Power, section eight, verse ten: a piece of the soul reflects the whole and the whole reflects the piece. I have two pieces of you. That is enough to take over your central nervous system. Upon your death and resurrection, your soul will seek the nearest vessel. I’m afraid I have no way of making a brain aneurysm of the sort I intend to inflict any less painful.”

All I had left were my thoughts, sensations, and all of those were currently focused on the one thing I knew was coming - the experience of having one’s soul sucked out of their own body.
Limerence stepped forward, and adjusted the collar of my robe with his hoof. Apparently it had gotten crumpled. “Father would want you to look good when you die.”

Eyes stuck wide open, I watched the final glimmer of mercy in my brother wink out. I was sure of the dread showing in mine. “Unfortunately, circumstance dictates that I do not have the luxury of letting you go to your reward. If there are any kind gods you still have the ear of, I recommend you begin praying that there is something beyond what we know as souls to pass on into the great beyond. However, I will grant you one small mercy, before the end.”

His horn burned in a green fire as he poured his magic out - and I felt it. Veins that long since stopped pumping flowed with brimstone, nerves locked in stasis now lit up in acid. And cutting through behind it all, loss. His loss. Of home, a father...a brother.

Limerence raised my staff, and I could feel a tingling cold as he pulled the wisp of a soul out of my body. A gnawing ache started in my hooves, creeping up my limbs. By the time it reached my torso it was like tossing over in bed to find out you never moved. Like being stuck in a suit of cold iron, joints squeezing me apart at the seams. I wanted to scream. I couldn’t scream. Why was it taking so long?

In that moment, I would have held back nothing to beg for a quicker end, to have my soul crushed and body run through, damn me to the afterlife - whatever eternity it held!

“Your small mercy, brother...” he leaned into my ear and whispered. The magic around us glowed ever brighter, and I dared to hope.

“For my love for you...you may now...breathe.”

I crumpled to the floor like a sack of bricks, my throat heaved with the fresh air of grating sandpaper, brain spiked with the cold flow of icy memory.

“This...this wasn’t how things had happened…” I croaked out the only words on my mind. I could move. I could breathe. The rest could wait.

“Zefu. Nice of you to finally send us off that ride.” Limerence appeared only when I turned my head, standing to the side. He looked impassioned, distant. Dressed in an armored vest of all his knives with half an ear scarred over. Ready for war. “Odd, how your memory lingers on those moments above all else. What, no guilt over father’s murder? Or the rest of our family?”

I blinked...it felt like a shadow of how it should. I looked down at my hooves, the odd mix of spiritual superimposition fading in and out over my body. Decayed flesh as I once was laid under the ghostly image of how I viewed myself to be now. I felt like me...and yet not. I recognized the situation.

“You put yourself into my dreams...and couldn’t think to spare me the pain of dying again? That’s cold of you, brother.” I spat. My hooves still felt like dead weight, but I could yet move them. I brushed against something, it rattled.

The sword was still here! I-

“You won’t be needing this.”

Limerence appeared in front of me and all but swiped it up in his magic before I could even lay my hoof on it. He offered no hoof to help me up, only leaning over me appraisingly. I grit my teeth. Every dreamer has some control over their dream. I gathered up whatever energy I had to-

“Our dream, Zefu. Whatever pain your mind makes you relive is your own burden to bear. And for all the pain you’ve caused...” He stepped back, and the backdrop of the flesh-walls of the Office became a distant perception, the two other figures blurred and all but melted away - replaced with cold concrete and a simple cot. “But make no mistake - I am in control here, not you.”

I stood, somehow. Taking a few steps toward him proved futile when my legs refused to move more than a few hooves forward. I felt my face shape into a scowl. He granted me that much agency at least.

“So why do you have me here, then? You’ve made good use of me siphoning my soul out for your magic reserves as of late. And only now do you think to actually have a word with your brother?”

Limerence flashed a momentary mix of amusement and nostalgia. “Brother. Heh, after all you’ve done? I could dissect your soul for your memories, you know, had I the time. But something tells me I would be worse off for it.”

“It’s punishment, then. And here I thought you were the noble one…don’t you have a suicide mission to prepare for?”

A tap of the hoof rooted the legs of my form, and I was stuck staring at my brother’s war-torn face as he closed in.

“It would have been more merciful for me to let you die.” Limerence spoke with the steeled tone of a hardened tactician. He has become stronger, if nothing else. “But you are of more use suffering incorporeality a while longer, for the sake of everyone else still alive. I’ve neither the time nor will to properly probe your soul for whatever fragments of memory it would provide.”

“So you wish to convince me to help you, then?” I scoffed. “I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request.”

“No, you were right the first time - I’m sure the weight of your sins outweighs anything I could do to you at this point.” Limerence’s frown curved into a snide smirk. “But consider that to help save the city - at least then you might earn some tiny measure of redemption.”

He sat down - the room shaped to his will as the cot moved forward to catch him. While I suddenly found myself a few more hooves away. The edge of my dulled senses became sharp once again as I felt a familiar cold begin to creep in. I looked down, and felt the edges of my being tugged slightly, ever so slowly out of my form. More than sufficient to remind me of the last experience.

I looked up to find Limerence sitting on the edge of the makeshift mattress, a dim yellow glow around the steel of my cane. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even let the dread show in my eyes.

‘No, no. Not again,’ I all but begged. I knew he could hear me. ‘Just end this.’

“Don’t look so mortified, Zefu. I propose a bargain, to make this...almost enjoyable, even for you.” He held the sword partially drawn, tiny strings of my soul being drawn into the blade. The numbness was already beginning to creep up, at the speed of a freezing glacier. “You need to make it over here first to hear my offer, though. You may move.”

I took a step - and it felt like wading through a tar pit of ice and needles. Pinpricks of cold sensation lanced through my every muscle’s twitch. The few hoof lengths that separated us would take minutes at this rate, and I was going to feel every second of it.

My eyes were set forward. I let out a grunt, that he let me - but not much else. Certainly no words. It was a cruel mercy that my brother kept silent, watching me yelp and ache and whine, all but crawl my way towards him. I would have preferred taunting to the silence. At least then I could be angry. I moved, stiff and mechanical, until I stood in front of him. He bid me to sit, and so I did. Breathing ached. Moving ached. Everything ached. And it would slowly get worse.

“You were my brother, Zefu. I loved you.” Limerence said, just as much to me as to my sword. It clinked shut as he put it aside. He merely looked...sad. “But the time for talking is over, you’ve made your choices. And I’ve made mine. As I’m sure you’re feeling, this is going to be your punishment from me, for all that you’ve done.”

“How this goes forward will be up to you. Either way I get to satisfy myself seeing your retribution, and you...let’s say, you could get to experience what it’s like to live again, for however long it lasts. And in your favourite way too.” He leaned his head forward to look me in the eye, before reclining back into an exposed position I was intimately familiar with, having done it myself many times. “You may speak. And no whining, please.”

I peered down, then up, and scowled. “This is meant to be a mercy…? At least I never-”

My voice froze in place as an ethereal grip held my face. Limerence didn’t change his tone, but I could tell he was...displeased. “No whining, Zefu, please. We both know you would have done no better with me had you won - keeping my corpse in lichdom ‘at your side’ for an eternity? At least I'll let you choose. You’re lucky enough I did not return you your limp, that I’m still using your name. So don’t pretend like I have a reason to do any more than I already have.”

His hoof gripped me by my mane, and I could feel the tension of every strand as he brought me close. He spoke to me like one would laying out a deal.

“The better you, ah…'perform', the longer you get to stave off that soul-rending dematerialization. Perform well enough, and I'll make sure you get to enjoy every, last, second." He purred. Strong. Confident. My brother had me backed into a corner and he knew I knew it. "You have my word. You know I'll keep it."

I looked up, and we made eye contact long enough for me to feel the rush of blood around my face. I feared I would have forgotten the sensation. Limerence's words sent a shiver down my spine, and…I liked it.

"Still just as soft in some ways, I see…" I murmured, breaking eye contact. The indistinct wall of dream-concrete behind seemed like the better thing to focus on. He chuckled, pretending not to hear.

"I expect you to do most of the work, however. But I trust you know which buttons to press, just as I do yours." He leaned in close, and I could see a darker desire in his eyes…just for me. "And I know what you like...brother."

Glancing down, my eyes wandered down from his roughened face - recent events clearly having given it the bearing of a few more years. His chest, the light blue coat marked with tiny scrapes and fuzzy from wear. Even lower now, and my eyes rested on the sight of my brother's groin. A darker blue sheath, its soft folds parted by the pink flesh of his cock just peeking out. I found it…inviting.

I looked back up to meet his eyes. Lust and desire in a domineering visage I never expected Limerence could adopt.

And stuck between the choice of having my spirit ripped apart yet again even slower, or all the kinks of carnal pleasure with my own brother - I couldn't decide how to feel that he knew me so well.

“And the next words I want to hear from you are either ‘thank you, Limerence’, or nothing at all...if you can refuse.” His voice held the bite of self-righteous smugness. But my brother's hoof on my head now felt…almost comforting.

I leaned forward.

What first struck me was his smell. Familiar, marred with the dirt and sweat expected of his situation, but…not exceedingly so. Masculine in a way that got my extremities tingling and made my mouth water. Probably just the benefits of a lucid dreamscape. I wanted more.

My nose pressed into the soft flesh just under his shaft, and my eyes closed as I soaked in my brother's pure scent. The feeling of blood rushing through my veins, of pure physical need welled up within me, priming me for servicing him. It made me feel alive.

Manipulated senses or not, Limerence was making a very convincing argument my way, in any case.

I brushed my lips against the rim of his sheath, and the skin parted as his cock slipped out. Pressed up against my cheek, I could feel his pulse as it hardened. My maw parted and let it slip in, before the soft flesh became too stiff for me to handle. Limerence's girth filled my mouth nicely at this stage, pressed against the sides of my jaw, I pressed my tongue on his blunted head and swirled it around,
- felt the soft texture of the flesh and the tiny nub of salty fluid already leaking out.

To his credit, I heard nothing from Limerence as I was going down on him like an oasis in the desert. His cock hardened more still as I suckled on it, until it swelled to a size that pressed up against the back of my throat, stretching it - not that I exactly needed to breathe. Every twitch and pulse of pleasure I caused repeated in me, beating back the icy numbness from before. The warmth spread, as did desire. Soon my head was bobbing around the tip of his dick - the more I did the better I felt.

I yelped. But only slightly, of course. From surprise. When I drew myself off his cock it was at full mast, rigid and textured at every vein and contour, glistening with the mixture of his precum and my spit. It was time to give him my answer.

"Thank you, Limerence." I felt my chest heave for air, gasping on reflex as my tongue lolled out. I must have looked a mess. Hot.

"I hoped you would agree." Limerence smiled down at me - a self-pleased smirk that never held any doubt at all. Clearly coming from some perverse desire to see his own brother made into his personal plaything. Something we seemed to share, after all. "So how do you feel?"

"Like a dirty whore, brother." I spat to clear my tongue. "A need to serve, a desire to make you feel good, all based around the pleasure I could get from your cock in turn."

"Hm,and…?"

"...I need you, Limerence."

"That's a good colt," he purred, sitting back up on the edge of the cot. "now turn around for me, could you?"

I got my hooves, feeling a spring in my step, and did as I was asked.

"Present yourself."

My stance widened as I showed my rear, tail angled to the side as I turned to look back at him. I felt my own dangling shaft brush a moist streak against my thigh.

"W-what did you do to me…?"

"Nothing more than exploiting your senses. Though if you're asking about your sudden 'persuasion', I fear owning your soul only gets me control of what passes for your body. Even in your state. You very well know how this works." I felt my brother's weight on my back as he mounted me. He tugged at my ear in his teeth, pressing me down with a hoof on my back.

"You've been a very bad pony, Zefu. And I'm going to punish you for it."

Something firm pressed up against the underside of my tail. A moment of pressure, then the sensation of something warm and thick rubbed up against my rear, spreading it. The pleasure was...addicting.

“Oh f-f...Limerence, it’s too...i-it won’t...” My protests were cut short by the hoof on my back forcing me even lower into the floor, and I stifled a moan. It wouldn't go in smoothly, I was sure. I couldn't wait.

"Oh, it will…" My brother angled his hips and pressed down on mine, hard. The flat blunt tip of his cock stopped short against my ring - but I could feel it ever so slowly giving way. He leaned his full weight on me, and that was enough force to tip the scales. The pleasure of being stretched began to peak into what I supposed could be called 'pain' - however momentary.

He slipped in, and I grunted as the involuntary clench of pleasure made me push back for more.

“Oh, so you like this, then?” He began to thrust, and I felt his firm rod begin to work me over. Lances of pleasure began to overtake me, the stretch of my rear end around his shaft was like a massage from the inside out. My muzzle was buried under a hoof to stifle my groans. I still had some dignity left.

It didn't last long when Limerence forced himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust. I let out a squeal.

"Oh, if that master of yours could see you now. Bent over, whimpering, by his own brother…" Limerence chuckled darkly, settling into a slow pumping rhythm. He must have been enjoying himself, the only numbness I felt was the mingling edge of pleasure and pain. "If this is what you'd trade ruling the bones of the world for…pathetic."

I closed my eyes, as if that would blunt the sting of his words. We were in a near featureless dreamscape, and with only two things my mind could focus on…

'Oh, f-fuck…Limerence, you bastard…'I would be inclined to blame his sensory manipulations, but the topic of my brother's hard, throbbing cock inside me, fucking me, still shared center stage.

"If all it took was some stallion to tie you down and bend you over…I could've done this myself years ago. Or perhaps this is what those occasional trips to the Vivarium were really about, hm? Honing your body to handle a harder pounding." Limerence slowed in his thrusts, moving harder. Deeper. Every stroke just so happened to brush right over my sensitive spots in some way. I could feel our hips begin to touch, and my knees were becoming weak from the strain.

"Let me hear it Zefu, you slut." My brother's words growled in my ear, in my mind. I knew exactly what he wanted. What I wanted.

"H-harder, Limerence…" I mumbled at first, interrupting myself with an unbidden moan when he snarled, displeased with my volume. In that pause felt the pole inside me twitch, throbbing and virile.

"I want you to fuck me! Bury your cock in me, brother! Please!" My whined admission of lust seemed to satisfy him, and I felt his weight shift off as a pair of hooves wrapped around my thighs. And Limerence began to fuck.

If the prior experience was him trying to torture me into submission, this was him trying to break me. My brother had grown strong, hips pumping like a piston against my ass, or perhaps he simply now had reason to let loose?

Either way, now he was just simply looking to cum, to bring himself to orgasm over my 'body'...and I was just along for the ride. Every thrust built up the pressure, and I could feel that delightful fullness coming as my brother's pink flesh ravaged my hole.

He finished without warning, hilting himself only as much as a pleased groan. But the moment dragged on, the throbbing pulsing flare inside me emptying it's warm load into my rear end. My own neglected member twitching to squeeze every last ounce of pleasure for itself, squeeze every last drop out of him.

Limerence pulled out, abruptly, with the appropriate wet pop to accompany it, and not much else. I was left there, ass up, my insides clenching for a filling that was no longer there. I looked back to find him sitting back on the bed, pink shaft in all its flaccid glory, admiring his work.

"I was getting close…! You couldn't do me the decency of finishing me off? Even I made sure my partners were satisfied at least once."

"That depends. Are you still an unrepentant, arrogant bastard?"
The unicorn raised a brow. "And you killed your last 'partner'."

"That depends. Are you?" I shot back. "And that's exactly my point. I made sure she still had a smile on her face when I stabbed her in the chest. You ripped my soul out without so much as a kiss on the cheek."

"And I managed to hit all your kinks by taking your eternal soul into bondage for the foreseeable future. Surely, you have the better deal." Limerence shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I intend to keep to my word, remember?"

A pout pulled at the corner of my mouth, but the burning desire riled up within me had yet to be sated.

'Screw it, I already died anyways.'

I pounced, and my brother fell backwards onto the bed with no more than an amused smirk. Smug bastard.

"Fine then. I'll do it myself." I lowered myself onto him, grinding our members together. Soft hums of pleasure escaped my mouth at the returning surge of stimulation. I looked up at my brother with lidded eyes as I rubbed my erection against his softened shaft. It was still warm, and my own leaking wetness was enough for the both of us.

"Come ooon, brother-" I winked at him, putting a certain neediness into my voice. "Do you have it in you for another round? For me?"

Something about my little show seemed to pique his interest - I felt Limerence's dick twitch as blood flowed back into his member.

I moved forward slightly, sitting up to pin his hips under my rear, working my firm butt over his shaft. It also gave my brother a front row seat to my rock hard member.

"Look at how hard you make me, Limerence." I panted, grinding myself back and forth over his hardening shaft. "I don't think you've punished me enough just yet…"

"I know you went easy on me earlier - you can give a harder fucking than that." A few particularly girlish moans escaped my mouth as I rubbed myself against his stiff pole. I…I needed nothing else, at this moment. "You need to really show me my place…and I really need you inside me, brother. Please don't let this end so soon…"

Limerence put his hooves on my waist, and lifted me up, pushing inside me. It was an easier entrance than the last - and that much more pleasurable. I pushed back down on him as far as I could go, a muffled cry escaped my throat.

"Now to prove you really own me…mmf."
I closed my eyes and leaned back onto that deliciously transient moment of euphoria, as I worked my knees to bounce and grind myself over the last few inches off the base of my brother's groin, drawing shapes to find that ever elusive sweet spot. I felt the occasional drop of precum being pushed out of me with every stroke, it must have been a small puddle's worth by now. "Make…make me finish from this alone, riding you like a needy whore. Make me your slut. I'm s-so c-close…"

My ass felt nearly numb, spearing myself on that flesh pole for what felt like hours now. Each time I brought my hips down on his, a wet slap echoed, and another layer of pleasure built towards my peak. It was all I could feel now, all I was chasing. Frantic need drove my movements as I fucked myself on Limerence even harder now, faster, deeper. I opened an eye to peek at my brother, and all I saw was a face on the brink of orgasm.

All I needed now was to bring us over the edge.

"How much more do you need to hear…?" My voice was pitched, pleading, my throat sore from the feeling of exertion. "Your cock is all I need… c-cum…for me, brother…p-please…A-ahh~"

Something in that last moment must have been enough, because in the next I slammed myself down on him one last time, feeling that wonderful flare deep within, and the light warmth of his load being spilled inside me, filling me up.

That moment stretched out into infinity as I finally came myself, having brought my brother to orgasm for a second time. My form spasmed as I clenched down as hard as I could on Limerence's cock, milking him for all he was worth. Ropes of my jism shot out into the dream ether of who-knows-where, a deep cry of pent-up pressure came from my chest as my vision flashed and I began to feel dizzy.

One of the best orgasms I've had in…a very long while.

The next thing I knew, I was laying on the mattress, Limerence a slight distance beside me, looking more than a little pleased with himself. All traces of bodily mess disappeared, but with all the visual markings and afterglow radiating through our bodies. The perks of incorporeality.

We laid beside each other looking up at a sky that didn't exist for a long while.

"Do you have any more…confessions?" My brother crooned with all the liquid smoothness of honey, but I could hear the breath behind his voice. "Because as enjoyable as that was…it's nearly time for me to go."

"Well, normally I would ask you to leave this dirty little secret between us, I have a reputation to keep. But…I guess that matters little, now." An element of sadness crept into my voice. I looked at my hooves, looking as real as I could wish but still feeling ever so slightly off.

"I…wish things could have been…different…" Limerence mused with no small amount of melancholy. "I stand my decisions. Believe me when I say I would have let you go, if I could. But now sacrifices are needed, from all of us."

"So did I." I chuckled darkly, brushing my hoof against his. Memories of our foalhood sprang forth. The edges of the dream were beginning to show, and I doubt the real world would let my brother delay this forever. "Does this mean I can call you 'daddy', now?"

"Keep in mind I can still end the conditional loop early, you know." The unicorn snorted, looking at me from the corner of his eye. "I might still actually call on you once more before this is over."

"Thinking of using me in public, then…? It has a certain ring to it, though…" I smirked, rolling onto my side to face him. The look on his face showed he was definitely thinking about it.

'Daddy Limerence...' The thought no doubt satisfying my dark sense of humour, but no doubt missing its mark given…past events.

"Until next time then, but maybe I could give you something to remember me by…" I rolled over him and moved a hoof to his thighs easing his legs apart as I cradled his firm, heavy nuts. "And if I'm to be stuck as a wisp with only memories to comfort me in between, I know what I'd like to be stuck reliving…"

"You're an insatiable slut, Zefu…" My brother sighed, but his meaty rod twitching back to life for one last round said otherwise.

"Your insatiable slut, brother. And you like it that way." I winked, bringing my head down and trailing a long, slow lick from base to the tip of his magnificent cock. I planted both forelegs under his thighs and got to work.

As that cool numbing from long before began to seep in from my tail, I worked even harder bobbing my head up and down on Limerence's dick. My eyes focused on the fur of his groin, while my lips felt the throbbing of his shaft, nose pressed up against his sheath and the smell of his musk. My mouth was being filled nicely with the thick slab of flesh ramming down my throat. And the occasional glance directed upwards captured the sight of my brother's face locked in an incredulous pleasure for me to keep.

The feeling of incorporeality was reaching higher now, for my midsection. I withdrew to plead my case one final time, speaking through heavy breaths with my lips planting kisses around the side of his cock.

"Cum for me one last time, brother? One 'final mercy'? You do love me, don't you?"

I closed my eyes, and wrapped my lips around Limerence for the last time. I used every trick I knew - swallowing, licking, moaning around him as I all but fucked my throat harder and deeper than ever before upon his stallion meat. It's not like I would need air, after all.

Before being drawn into mist, the last thing I felt was swallowing the rich, salty tang of the first spurts of my brother's thick seed upon my tongue.

Author's Note

Headcanon: Limerence went on the Pylon raid with a very sore crotch distraction...

Some 5.2k odd words all for the joke of soul vore. The things I do for porn...

Edit: I forgot a word. You didn't see anything.

Vivarium Community Theater presents:

The Vivarium Community Theater presents:

Starlight Over Detrot:
Detective Hard Boiled’s raging hard Crusade of Justice

A six act saga
Co-written by Swift Cuddles and Sweet “Taxi” Shine
Directed by Mistress Stella

STARRING:
Scarlet Petals, as Detective Hard “Hardy” Boiled
Sweet “Taxi” Shine, as herself
Swift Cuddles, as herself
Slip Stitch (M.D., P.hD, ADHD), as Limerence Tome

GUEST STARRING:
Mistress Zeta
Bake & Boil Tortellini
Tourniquet
Hard Boiled “Bones” Sr

See the play Detective Hard Boiled himself calls:“A good effort? Coat’s a bit too short though, my gun harness doesn’t ride so high either. And where’s my shirt and tie? ...the ‘Crusader’ is his what?!”

“Ten out of ten, would definitely learn to pole dance with reins slathered in dragon scale oil for again. I already got an idea for a prequel, with his ex-partner...completely true I tell ya-” ~ Sweet “Taxi” Shine

“-set Hardy on fire, wanted to make me his broodmare for Biters, and so many other things I can’t even begin to describe. I wish the real Broadside ended up in the same way though. The Tortellini twins did great! But with maybe a bit too much, uh, enthusiasm?” ~ Swift Cuddles

“A complete fantasy. Though if the real Hard Boiled was as...charismatic, perhaps he would have died much less often.” ~ Limerence Tome, Archivist

“-just because he ‘owns my body’ in terms of owning the stick my soul is stuck in doesn’t mean I call him ‘daddy’!” ~ Zefu Tome, totally calls his brother ‘daddy’

“Pure gold. I would gladly tie Hardy to a chair just to make him suffer through this. Better than my carrot peeler idea.” ~ Iris Jade, ex Chief of police

“You think the kid would be in charge through all of that? Ha! Not in my experience. Wouldn’t squeal quite so girlishly, though, if you know what I mean? Oh well.” ~ Unknown.

Author's Note

"Undeniably enthusiastic, I'll grant you that. But is the dialogue meant to come across so… sexually charged?"

If that quote rings bells, you'll definitely get where the joke of this is coming from. I mean, it can't be porn all the time, now can it...?

Winding Down: Juniper wins

Juniper felt it before anything else. The dick in his mouth began to tense and throb around his lips, Hardy was making sounds around his groin. He tasted the half-ejected glob of cum hit his tongue before the stallion above him tensed - trying to halt his orgasm.

Immediately Juniper stopped, pushing Hard Boiled off him with a wet schlorp. The two stallions pulled away from each other, Hardy lay on his side, his shaky knees finally giving out. Thin sticky strands of precum mixed with spit still connected them. Juniper spit out onto his hoof, all the proof of his victory right there.

"Aw…I thought you swallowed." Hardy's voice came from beside with a nervous laugh. The pair looked at each other, panting and sweating like they each ran a marathon - even though their little workout could be measured in minutes.

"Don't change the subject, kid…you lost." Juniper propped himself up on an elbow, pausing a while to wait out the feeling of his own arousal. "You know what that means…"

"You'll let me use your mouth first…?"

Juniper only smiled, leaning forward to put his cum-stained hoof under Hardy's twitching dong, the little remainder of his come still leaking from the tip. Juniper licked it all up in one movement, presenting it on his tongue to Hardy, before making a show of swallowing it all in one audible gulp.

"...that's pretty hot."

"There's your finish." Juniper moved forward to cuddle up to Hard Boiled's side, trailing his other hoof around the ring of his partner's semi flared head. "You'll like what I got planned though, I guarantee it."

"Gonna make me squeal loud enough to wake the neighbours?" Hardy resisted the urge to join Juniper's hoof in his ministrations. Knowing him, he was probably right.

"Hey now, that's what you said. I said I'd take things slow."

Hard Boiled next found himself lying aside on his bed, a towel haphazardly laid down to pre-empt the oncoming mess with blankets tossed aside to the floor. The warmth of Juniper's body lined his back, a green hoof raised his right leg up into the air, the cool touch of Juniper’s lubricated length teasing the tight ring between his cheeks.

"Remember: no touching yourself. I want you to enjoy it." Juniper instructed with a whisper into his ear. One foreleg wrapped around his armpit to support him, the other moved from his leg to brush against his own mottled cock, betraying his own eagerness. Hardy's own limbs were too busy either holding up his torso or being raised up to allow Juniper access.

"So far, you haven't done anything to me y-oohh that's big!" Hardy's retort was cut by Juniper by thrusting his hips forward, gaining entity into his anal passage with only some resistance.

"Shh, easy there. You're doing great." The green stallion gave his partner a moment to get used to the feeling, whispering affections into his ear. He started slow, pumping in and out through Hardy's noises and hiss of pain.

Perhaps it was merely due to their previous bout, but it didn't take very long before Hard Boiled's erection returned to full mast once more, a small amount of pre beading at the tip. The feeling of being filled took some getting used to every time, but more arousing was simply the fact that it was Juniper's cock that was thrusting into him.

The flat-topped pole of stallion flesh eased its way further up his colon with every thrust, stretching him out. The pain subsided as things went on - or was he just getting used to it? Replaced by pleasure, Hardy found himself beginning to enjoy the feeling of Earth Pony stallion shaft inside him. Every pass of the medial ring over his prostate sent a pleasurable spike of pain out from his groin, making his muscles clench and twitch on reflex. It made Juniper’s cock feel even bigger.

"Ah~! Ngh…fffuck, Juni…" Moans and whimpers escaped Hardy's throat in equal measure, a good octave higher than his usual voice. Was he enjoying it that much…?

He looked down, his own meaty cock was has stiff as ever, though lacking the usual feeling he associated with it. Juniper’s hoof slowly trailing the underside of that length was like an electric strip of pleasure wanting for more around the tip. A small bump on his abdomen showed just how far - how deep - he was taking his partner. A hoof over it confirmed the feeling of the slight bulge, rising and falling with the tempo of Juniper's thrusts into him, especially now that he was bottoming out every time.

Oh Stars, he was loving it.

"F-faster, I'm g-getting close…" Hard Boiled's plea was nearly drowned out by the sound of their bodies coming together again and again - a kind of primal connection that Earth Ponies were famed for. Juniper responded by kissing him, a small affection compared to the increased pace of his deep thrusts and hoof gripping his length. Hardy lifted his leg higher and put a foreleg on Juniper's hips, as if the minor allowance would let him go any deeper.

He never noticed exactly when, but at some point he'd half-orgasmed - the meager amount of milky white semen dripping off the tip of his shaft proved that.

"I want…want you i-inside me, Juni…" Hardy wanted more - no, needed more. To feel the virile seed of his partner shoot deep inside him, warming his belly from the inside out, to feel the stallion cock inside him pulse and twitch through its orgasm, balls churning as they emptied their load. His own shaft was begging for release, but from a more…inside source than the usual.

Hardy moaned. Not quite a filly's squeal, but close enough for Juniper. A bare second passed of the pony's cry before it was muffled by another mouth over his own, the vibrations of both their voices coming together. His own orgasm had sent the muscles in his rear wild, tensing and clamping as fast as they could allow.

Juniper seized the opportunity for his own orgasm - hoof abandoning Hardy's member now that its job was done - to wrap around his raised leg, pulling his hips to meet his frantic humping. He'd began to cum himself, thrusting full and deep, stretching his partner's anal ring as wide as he could make it. The long drawn moan as their tongues wrestled only sealed the deal as his flared head plugged itself inside him.

The combined pleasures from all ends proved too much for the grey stallion's endurance, and he began to orgasm - a long, drawn out thing that had him shooting rope after rope of milky white cum, most onto the towel, but some landed on himself, even a string or two on his face. Juniper didn't last much longer, his final thrust making a deposit of stallion seed deep in Hardy's bowels, fulfilling to the last drop. His belly bulged ever so slightly more from the volume.

The two laid embraced for a few moments, the minutes lasting an eternity as both enjoyed the afterglow of a lovemaking session more than a week overdue. Eventually, Juniper pulled out. The sound and feeling of a sudden emptiness and stimulation of an over-sensitive shaft respectively made the pair gasp.

"Damn…that was intense… " Hardy winced as he put a hoof down to massage his haunches. He'd feel that in the morning, he was sure of it.

"Sure was…" Came Juniper's voice from over his shoulder. "You okay there kid?"

A small kiss met Hardy's cheek.

"I'm good, Juni…or, I will be." He shifted, groaning. The mess they'd made had since cooled, and both of them knew stickiness would ensue if they didn't clean up. "How about a shower now? The smell's getting kinda…ripe."

"Where would you be if I weren't here to remind you to clean up after yourself once in a while?" Juniper chuckled, muzzle nestled in the crook of the other's neck. He was the first to get up, rolling onto the floor.

"Remind me like this? Every time?" A smile crept up on the corners of Hardy's lip as he sat up. "Hard to argue against that…"

"Heh, sounds like you were just into getting rammed till you squeal. Like a little filly."

"Maybe you're just that good…or maybe you'd like to try it from the other side next time?" Hardy bundled up the soiled towel, but the sheets would need their own cleaning soon enough.

A problem for future Hardy to handle. He passed it off to Juniper as the two headed off to shower - a promise of sitting in silence as the warm shower rained over them, enjoying nothing but each other's presence.

"Next time. If you win."

"You know I will."

Author's Note

The second part of this long, long chapter. It was the original idea, and thus 'canon' in my mind, but not by much. Frankly, I ended up liking the other ending more.