Coming Home and Cleaning House
“Oh my gosh,” Silly Sleeper said as he rushed into his house and closed the door behind him to keep the winter cold where it belonged, away from him. Tossing his snow hat aside, Silly Sleeper leaned his head back and bit his scarf, tugging at it frantically to get it off, only managing to create a knot that frustrated him even more. Silly Sleeper, while struggling with his scarf, started slipping his boots off and fell over when his hind legs crossed throwing his balance elsewhere.
Sleeper lay on his side with a groan then yawned. “I gotta clean up… can’t sleep yet,” he mumbled and lifted his head. Silly Sleeper’s friend, Tri Roller was coming over later in the afternoon for their social time and it was one of the most looked forward to times of Silly Sleeper’s week and this week it was at his house.
Sleeper was determined to have it cleaned up, this time. He had to make a good impression every time, after all. It is the only polite thing to do before company comes over, Silly Sleeper reminded himself. With a determination unseen by him in the past two days, Sleeper rolled to his belly and used his forehooves to take his boots off, then used the same hooves and his mouth to untie his scarf.
Whooping with pride, Sleeper stood up and tossed his scarf on the floor by his hat and walked into his house again, yelping when his hind hooves slipped on the polished wooden floor Tri had helped him install and maintain over the summer. Snorting into laughter, Sleeper backed up, slipped the boots off his rear hooves, and then carefully walked over the water droplets that formed from the snow he’d shaken off his body a moment earlier.
Silly Sleeper yawned, yet again, and swiftly moved into his living room and began picking empty soda cans from the floor, couch, bookshelf, and coffee table for recycling. Then he did the same with candy wrappers, a fast food container, some shirts he sure were still clean enough to wear at least once more, and his breakfast bowl that still had oatmeal in it with a spoon stuck in the slop.
Sleeper shoved everything but the bowl under the couch, nodded at the cleanliness of his social room, then rushed into the kitchen to at least get the dishes in the sink to soak in warm water. Silly Sleeper gasped and rushed to the ice box and took out his tea pot, he didn’t know why he put it there but there it was.
“Gotta get hot water! C’mon, Sleeper, don’t mess this up,” Sleeper said putting the tea pot on the stove, he ran across the kitchen to the back door and was assaulted by the frigid air as he grabbed a log in his foreleg and rushed back into his home. Shaking and stomping his legs, the snow stayed on the entrance rugs so he didn’t worry when he rushed to the stove.
A few minutes of fighting to light the wooden stove was maddening, Sleeper couldn’t figure out why his hooves were shaking so much since he wasn’t cold. He just had a lot to do and so much less time to do it all, now. The fire caught and he giggled, clapping his hooves as the oven warmed with an orange glow. Sleeper closed the oven door, rushed to his room and shoved everything on the floor under his bed and into the closet. He only had a dresser with two drawers, but he made sure the socks and other garments were inside the drawers before he closed them.
Rushing back into the hall, Sleeper looked down the hall and thought about everything he had to clean, grinning happily when he realized he was done and could rest. He practically pranced to the couch and rolled on to it; resting his head on his forelegs he fell asleep as quickly as he could.
A nudge to Sleeper’s ribs got him to grumble. Another nudge and Sleeper waved a foreleg at the offender, his hind leg moving slightly in the same motion as a chuckle passed over Sleeper’s dreaming mind.
“Silly Head,” a familiar and comforting voice whispered into Silly Sleeper’s ear said bringing a smile to the sleeping pony’s lips. “Humph, fine then, I’ll just have to go since you’re going to sleep all day.”
Silly Sleeper’s eyes opened and he shoved himself into a sitting position, looking around the room in a daze before his eyes met his friend’s. Tri Roller’s eyes danced with mirth while Silly Sleeper’s were droopy, like they always were. “Don’t go, I got chocolate hot,” Sleeper said with a small yawn. Sleeper shook his head getting a laugh from Tri when Sleeper’s ears flopped up and down. “I mean hot chocolate.”
Tri climbed onto the couch beside his friend. “I don’t smell any… or see any. Silly, are you playing a prank on me?” Sleeper shook his head again, more awake now. “Asking me to come over again this week, offering me my favorite thing to drink with you… and not having any to really offer me?”
Tri was a bit taller than Silly Sleeper and Silly Sleeper was feeling like a mouse looking up a lion with a voracious hunger. “I… I really do have… in the kitchen,” Silly Sleeper said in a shrinking voice.
Tri laughed and leaned over, nuzzling Sleeper under his chin. “I’m just messin’ around. How long have you been asleep? You didn’t burn the water away again, did you? If you need it, I can run back to my house down the block and get my tea pot.”
“N-no! You don’t have to leave, do you?” Sleeper said earnestly.
“Well, that depends on the state of your tea pot. If it’s been cooking dry the water is gonna taste all gross and that’ll go right into the chocolate flavoring…” Tri pouted and if Sleeper had been standing his knees would have buckled. “You don’t wanna serve me bad hot chocolate, do you?”
Sleeper shook his head while he watched Tri’s lips moving.
“Good deal,” Tri said and slipped from the couch to the floor. “C’mon, Silly, let’s go make some hot chocolate!” Tri pranced around the corner and Silly Sleeper fell off the couch watching the other stallion until he turned the corner. “You okay, Silly?” Tri asked looking around the corner with concern.
“Yeah, Tri… Silly Sleeper is on the job of making the water for the hot,” Sleeper got up and grinned awkwardly, “hot water. Um, I just need a second to stretch my legs from post nap issues, you go on ahead and I’ll be right there.”
Tri nodded and leaned back, stopping when he saw Silly Sleeper start stretching, bending, and twisting in ways a fellow earth pony shouldn’t have been able to under normal circumstances. Tri backed into the kitchen and shook his head, clearing it from his impure thoughts. He’s a really good friend, that’s all. Don’t make it weird by thinking like that,Tri Roller. Just get the hot water and take it from there. Just a social time, that’s all this is. Just you and Silly… call him Silly, he likes that; he blushes a little every time you call him by his first name. Do it for him.
After psyching himself up, Tri checked the water in the teapot and nodded. “Good, it’s only boiled a little down. So, that means,” Tri looked over his shoulder, “I’ll start the hot chocolate, you take your time and I’ll get the cups and chocolate out. You can add the sugar this time, ‘kay?”
“Okay, thanks for letting me know,” Silly Sleeper called back.
“And the cream topping,” Tri said calmly. Silly Sleeper barely heard and was unsure, but he still fell over and righted himself quickly, wondering if he heard right.
No, don’t read into it. He’s just a good friend, Silly Sleeper thought and shook his head to clear his mind before doing some dips and squats to limber his legs again.
Tri set the mugs of hot chocolate onto the table and sat on his flank, leaned over his mug, inhaled, then sighed. “Oh, this is gonna be so good. Hurry with that topping, Silly,” Tri said, looking behind him at the stallion with his muzzle in the fridge and his tail swaying in excitement at the prospect of another day with his closest friend.
Silly yawned loudly inside the fridge, getting a chuckle from Tri. A few seconds later Silly Sleeper was beside Tri with a long rectangular plate with several topping on it and a microplane shaver. Tri looked between the plate and Silly Sleeper. “Huh, what’s all this?”
Silly Sleeper giggled. “I found a recipe in the library, with help from Spike the Dragon, and today I’m gonna share it with you.”
Tri raised an eyebrow, not complaining at all as Silly Sleeper got to work on Tri’s first. First some fresh sweetened chocolate from Sugarcube Corner was grated into Tri’s mug, followed by a large scoop of whipped cream that made Tri’s eyes widen. Next was a vanilla wafer standing tall in the whipped cream, followed by more shaved chocolate.
Tri’s mouth was filling with saliva as the treat grew into an actual confection before his eyes. Silly Sleeper added more whipped cream, a small bunch of mini marshmallows, then finally finished with a shaving of fresh nutmeg. Looking at his confection, Tri felt a tear forming in his left eye. “It… it’s beautiful,” Tri said in a shaky voice. “It’s the most amazing cup of hot chocolate I’ve ever seen in my whole life,” Tri sniffed and didn’t see Silly Sleeper’s beaming grin because two reddish brown forelegs were reaching two trembling hooves towards the mug.
Whimpering quietly, Tri brought the treat to his lips and had to tip the mug a little further than usual to get the actual drink through the thick whipped cream. When it touched his tongue, the combination of all the flavors danced across his palate and he stopped drinking to inhale the aroma.
“Wow…” was all Tri could eventually say. Tri looked at Silly Sleeper and nodded, gesturing for Silly Sleeper to make his own.
“No, that’s okay, this is my gift to you for being such a great friend. I will have some whipped cream though… and a little nutmeg,” Silly Sleeper said topping his own drink. The plate rested between them on the table while they sipped in the quiet room. “So, Tri, what’ve you been up to since I last saw you?”
Tri exhaled and looked over the wafer. “Well, it’s only been two days; so not too much.”
“Not too much, as in…?” Silly Sleeper asked nibbling a wafer he grabbed because he wanted to.
“Well, there was a request from the town hall for me to clean up the school house. It was pretty easy, darn foals can’t wipe their hooves though. I was a little upset when I found the seat of a filly that had a bunch of gum under it, and there was a colt that was drawing snails under his desk. How they get so dexterous is beyond me, because I don’t think every one of them is a unicorn, and pegasi foals don’t have wings large enough to get under chairs, plus gum doesn’t come out with a simple preening.”
Silly Sleeper nodded between sips and placed his mug down. “True, I have a friend, a pegasus mare, that got maple syrup on her wing and it took two pegasi and warm water to get it cleaned off before she preened her wings herself.”
“I know what you mean,” Tri nodded biting into the wafer in his drink and moaning quietly. “Sorry, this is the most amazing drink… made by the most amazing friend a pony could have.”
Silly Sleeper looked away and blushed a little in a cute way Tri liked to see. “Awe, thank you, Tri, that means a lot to me.”
“No problem… oh yeah, um… so, I was saying that pegasi have this gland in the back of their throats that make a special lubrication for their wings that they don’t like to talk about because it’s embarrassing to them since no other tribe has anything like it, right?”
“Yeah, the secret spit nopony talks about,” Silly Sleeper winked.
“Yeah, so I guess a foal would have to learn the hard way, but not for as much gum I find under those desks. That and little flowers and hearts that have initials like ‘DT’ slash ‘SL’ slash ‘SS’.”
“Ha, fillies still do that? I remember doing that, but in my notebook, and only a couple times. Most of the time I’d doodle my bed and pillows,” Silly Sleeper yawned, “and maybe a few ‘z’s’.”
Tri shook his head in humor. “Oh, Silly, what am I gonna do with you? You definitely live up to your name and mark.”
“Just appreciate my uniqueness,” Silly Sleeper shrugged.
Tri changed the topic. “So, how was work at the Q and S?”
Silly Sleeper looked at his drink in thought. “Quills and Sofa’s is doing great, to be honest. It’s not too busy during winter so I get to nap on couches when customers aren’t around, and the stationary stock just got filled up again. The desks aren’t selling, though. I mean, with a name like Quills and Sofa’s, a lot of out of town ponies and new residents don’t know we’re actually a furniture store that sells professional stationary, not just what the name implies.”
“I see… So, wanna play a game while we chat and catch up with the latest gossip?” Tri asked a little hopefully.
Silly Sleeper’s eyes widened and he nodded. “I was hoping you’d ask. I borrowed a game from a friend that I wanna try, I’ll get the board and pieces,” Silly Sleeper said eagerly and trotted happily past Tri, unintentionally brushing his tail across his friend’s barrel and drawing a deep refreshing inhale from Tri.
A rustling, a clatter followed by a muffled swear, and finally a nicker in triumph, Silly Sleeper returned to the table and used the box to push the plate aside, setting the box down. The game was set up and rules were scrutinized and discussed before the first roll of the dice were made. Tri smirked at Silly Sleeper when the max number came up.
“Wait, that can’t be right,” Silly Sleeper said and moved the rules card in front of himself and used his hoof to keep his place as he read line by line, twice. “Fine, double spaces and two bits on the side,” Silly Sleeper said indignantly.
Tri collected his play bits and moved them to place beside a score card. “Hey, don’t be so glum, Silly, it’s just luck of the dice, right?”
“More like luck of your cutie mark,” Silly Sleeper grumbled and held his hoof out for the dice. “Darn it,” he tapped his forehooves together loudly.
“What’s that mean?” Tri asked looking at the dice.
“The rules say I give you a bit and go two spaces, but I don’t have any bits yet,” Silly Sleeper said looking at the rules.
“Here, I can loan you one.” Tri offered.
“No, I have to take a loan from the bank and repay it with ten percent interest at the end,” Silly Sleeper replied, taking a blue bit from the bunch of differently colored bit piles. “Just started and I’m already at a loss.”
“Speaking of losses,” Tri chuckled and took his mug to his lips with a loud slurp, “did you know Princess Twilight apparently lost a book somewhere in town?”
Silly Sleeper gasped and looked out the window to the snowy day. “No way.”
“Yes! She was reading a book and got tackled by,” Tri looked around, then under the table, and then glared at the cupboards before leaning closer to Silly Sleeper and covering both sides of his mouth with his hooves. Silly Sleeper leaned closer to hear better. “The pink one.”
There was a quiet squeak from the sink that scared them both into sitting back and placing their forehooves in their laps, their eyes on the sink, fearful the pink premier party planner and pain in the plot pony of Ponyville would pop out of the sink and invite them to a party, just by the mention of her name.
As seconds passed, nothing else happened and they breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, that was terrifying,” Tri said.
“I… think it was the pipes settling. Pipes make that sound once a winter just when we mention a certain name, right?” Silly Sleeper asked, finally looking back at Tri and both shrugged.
“Well, the Princess was yanked to somewhere by you-know-who and later couldn’t find the book,” Tri finally finished and took his mug again.
“Maybe somepony came along and took it?”
“Maybe we shouldn’t risk fate and just play the game I’m gonna win?” Tri said with a wink that made Silly Sleeper frown.
“Maybe we’ll do that, and I’ll have to make another hot chocolate wafer supreme for myself and take forever to make your next one,” Silly Sleeper replied with a cocky smirk.
Tri gasped and held a forehoof to his chest. “No… you wouldn’t dare? Why, dear Celestia, would such a curse be brought upon me in my time of victory? A wafer… my mark for a wafer,” Tri set his mug down and fell backward onto the floor, raising a forehoof above the table line for Silly Sleeper to see in his dramatic moment. “Chocolate and nutmeg, in the light, I see them with marshmallows, calling to me.”
Tri exhaled loudly and let his foreleg fall to the floor with a thump.
Silly Sleeper sipped his own mug and placed it on the table. “Well, since you’re not gonna be around anymore, I guess I’ll have to finish your turn and roll with my luck,” he grabbed the dice and tossed them. They clattered and stopped while Tri was smiling on the floor, lying on his back, listening for the result. “Darn it!”
“Even in death, you can’t beat my luck, can you?” Tri said sitting up with his forelegs crossed over his chest. “I am blessed by the holy wafers and milk with steamed chocolates, thy powers hold nothing over me; oh Silly one.”
A purple play bit bonked Tri on his snout.
Games were played, stories were told, laughs were had, and mugs of hot chocolate were partaken over the following hours that flew by. Tri looked at the window in the main room and sighed loudly.
“What’s wrong, Tri?” Silly Sleeper asked, glancing across the couch they sat on.
Tri looked out the window and squinted his eyes. “It’s late and I’ve gotta go home… it got dark quicker than I though it would, to be honest.”
“Oh?” Silly Sleeper followed Tri’s gaze and cocked his head. “Huh, it is… it’s only,” he looked at the coo-coo clock on his mantle, “six o’clock… it shouldn’t be dark until seven twenty. What’s going on?”
Tri bit his lip in worry. “You don’t think the Princesses have been foalnapped again, do you?”
Silly Sleeper shook his head. “Couldn’t be. Three times in five years? They’re not that unlucky, are they?”
Tri chuckled and shook his head. “No way, the Friendship Festival’s coming up next month and it’ll be the perfect time to show us exactly how lucky and not capturable the Princesses are… with front row seats to meet Songbird Serenade,” both stallions sighed. “Anyway, I guess I should get ready,” he said and spent several seconds munching and slurping his mug until it was empty.
Silly Sleeper giggled into his covered hoof. “Well, you sure did like that, huh? Maybe I should make it better next time you come over?”
Tri nodded and licked the cream from his lips. “Please, you can’t better perfection… but if you’d like to try, I won’t complain.”
They both walked to the door and Silly Sleeper pawed the floor while Tri got his scarf on. “I hope to see you again, soon. Maybe tomorrow we can go sledding or bake some muffins at your house?”
Tri nodded in agreement. “I’d love to do that, I’m free after work, but I’ll let you know when that is. If I have to clean up the retirement village again, then it could be around this time.”
“That’s okay,” Silly Sleeper said with a small smile. “As long as we can hang out, I’ll be happy.” Silly Sleeper grabbed the handle with his fetlock and started to turn it.
“Well, until then--” Tri was cut off when cold wind blew the door open and send him stumbling back, his legs crossing and slipping over the icy wind and snow that coated the floor suddenly making him look like a newborn deer taking its first steps while Silly Sleeper slammed the door.
“What the hay was that?!” Silly Sleeper shouted, panting with his back against the door. His wide eyes skimmed the room and he quickly landed on all fours, sliding across the slick floor to help his friend up.”
“Silly, I think there’s a blizzard that I didn’t know about.”
Silly Sleeper nodded. “I think you’re right. Didn’t you check the weather schedule for today?”
“No, I was busy cleaning after foals and rushing here,” Tri said blushing a little when he said what he said. “D-didn’t you check?”
Silly Sleeper smiled a little. “What, no. I was kinda doing the same thing since I had to clean up.”
Tri glanced around the living area. “Heh, I did notice it was a lot nicer in here for once.”
“Thanks, you too.”
There were a couple seconds of silence between them while Tri stifled a snicker and Silly Sleeper blushed until he looked like a turnip.
“So, Silly… wanna toss another log onto the fire and we can get back to whatever?”
“Y-yeahsureI’monit,” Silly Sleeper rambled and rushed past his friend and toward the kitchen. Looking out the back window, Silly Sleeper saw his reflection and felt even more embarrassed, realizing what he said and how he looked blanked his mind until he started to turn the door handle.
“Stop!” Tri shouted from the kitchen doorway. “Don’t open that, Silly, we just got blasted, remember?”
Silly Sleeper let the door handle go and stepped back. “Oh… oh no, I don’t have any more wood in here to burn and only a few hours of fire left, even with the enchantments the house’ll get cold by one in the morning. What’re we gonna do, Tri? I don’t have any emergency winter gear, the trek to the shed is twenty paces and I can’t make that…” Silly Sleeper sat on the floor and his eyes darted around. “We’re not gonna make it, I didn’t plan for this! I’m so sorry, Tri, I always have extra logs and--” Tri shook Silly Sleeper.
“Silly, there are two logs by the fireplace. That’ll be enough to get us until morning, right?”
“Y-yeah,” Silly Sleeper said and started thinking rationally. “We have to close the other rooms off, and that means the kitchen, too. So let’s grab what we need and save the heat, okay?”
Tri hugged his friend closely. “That’s better, Silly. I’ll get the stove, you get the hot chocolate, and we’ll be fine,” Tri joked.
“If I had a snowball, I’d totally get you right now,” Silly Sleeper joked back.
Tri chuckled and rushed to the cupboard, gathering a few cans. “Well, is it my fault I’m addicted to your drink making?”
“Probably. I’ll get some bread and drinks, hurry your flank, we have a surprise sleepover!”
They both cheered and dropped everything they had, laughed, then got back to stocking the living room for the night.
“Hey, remember when we were foals? What we’d do with the couch?” Silly Sleeper asked.
“Jump on it?” Tri asked taking a seat by the fire to dry his tail.
“No, Fort Tri-Sleep!” Silly Sleeper shouted and hopped. “Let’s do it, like old times.”
Tri grinned. “Yeah, go get the sheets, I’ll get the cushions ready. And I’ll have to go grab a kitchen chair.”
“Okay,”Silly Sleeper called from down the hall, “be right there.”
A flurry of motion and several stumbles, with a cliche leg striking the coffee table and curses against the entire coffee table existence, brought the small fort to life for the first time in years. Several books were piled outside and the warmth was more cozy in the fort than in the room just outside.
The stallions lay side by side and played cards for a while, the quiet and closeness began to take its effect on both of them after a long day of work and an evening of closeness and social bonding and Silly Sleeper was asleep on his extended forelegs before they could finish the card game.
Tri looked at the snoozing stallion beside him and sighed. “Night, Silly,” he started collecting the cards and was stopped by Silly Sleeper’s foreleg moving over his.
The sleeping stallion scooted closer to Tri and nuzzled under Tri’s chin. “Don’t go,” Silly Sleeper mumbled in his sleep, “don’t leave me, too.”
Tri, taken aback, sat still for a moment, then rolled to his side and let Silly Sleeper scoot closer and roll so his forelegs were curled between them. “I won’t leave you, Silly,” Tri whispered to his friend.
Silly Sleeper whined and nuzzled Tri again. “I love you, Tri, so much…”
Tri gulped and draped a foreleg over his friend as Silly Sleeper sniffled. Tri began to wonder why Silly Sleeper was so lonely, then pushed the thought away. Being this close to Silly Sleeper was his dream for so long, he wasn’t going to mess it up with thinking. He was just going to let the moment happen.
Silly Sleeper shuffled a little and lifted his head, then to Tri’s surprise, Silly Sleeper’s lips pressed to his. It took only a heartbeat, but Tri kissed back and wrapped a foreleg around Silly Sleeper’s head, rolling slightly on top of the sleeping stallion before he stopped and looked down at his smiling friend. “Silly, if you’re just going to sleep after that I’m going to be upset with you.”
Silly Sleeper snorted a little, smacked his lips, then turned back to nuzzle against his friend. Tri frowned for a few seconds, then noticed a soft pedicured hoof on his belly. As it traveled back, closer to parts kept hidden he leaned back. Silly Sleeper was still asleep, or so it seemed. Tri lifted Silly Sleeper’s chin with his forehoof and touched their noses, then brought his lips to Silly Sleeper’s.
They both hummed into the kiss and Silly Sleeper let his lips part so Tri’s tongue could explore his mouth. When Tri’s tongue brushed against Silly Sleeper’s molars the sleepy stallion giggled and his eyes opened quickly. He pulled back and blinked several times. “T-tri? What’s going on?”
Tri lay in shock, afraid of what was about to happen. Then he noticed something soft against something private of his. Gulping, they both looked down between them and saw Silly Sleeper’s hooves holding Tri’s lengthy cock. Both stallions looked up and into one another’s eyes again, a second passed, then their lips were pressed against one another’s again.
Silly Sleeper pulled Tri on top of himself, his forehooves stroking the mottled tan and black rod between them. Tri scooted back when the felt Silly Sleeper’s growing and joining the party, happily using a fetlock to grip and stroke his friend’s while they kissed. Silly Sleeper gave a little shove to Tri, stopping the kissing.
“Tri… are you sure? Is this what you want?”
“Silly,” Tri said breathing heavily and moving his hips, rubbing their cocks together, “I’ve wanted this for years.”
Silly Sleeper gulped and his eyes watered. “Really? M-me too… Tri, I love you,” Silly Sleeper used both his forelegs to pull Tri as close to himself as he could and held him as they kissed, “I’ve love you… for so long,” Silly Sleeper said between kisses. “Make love to me?”
Tri nodded and reached a foreleg down Silly Sleeper’s body and traced his inner thigh, hooked Silly Sleeper’s knee, and lifted his hind end off the floor. Silly Sleeper’s cock brushed against Tri’s muzzle and the darker stallion let his tongue slide along the length of Silly Sleeper’s dark rod.
Tri scooted back and rested Silly Sleeper’s back on a cushion, took the base of Silly Sleeper’s member between his hooves, and licked the underside of the sleepy stallion’s cock from sheath to the tip, swirling his tongue around the flair to get any precum he could. Pressing his soft lips to the surface of Silly Sleeper’s twitching pole, their eyes met and Tri chuckled at the pleading in his friend’s eyes.
Stroking gently from the base to Silly Sleeper’s medial ring, Tri began to slurp and take it in his mouth. His head bobbed and his ears swiveled each time Silly Sleeper’s squeaked and mewled as Tri’s warm mouth and hot breath covered more and more of his pleasure stick.
Silly Sleeper’s felt a sudden pressure as Tri moved to stand, his forehooves used as balance to keep pressure on Silly Sleeper’s body. The stallion lying on his back looked at his friend, who was focused entirely on the thing in his mouth to notice the surprise on Silly Sleeper’s face when, in a single motion, the entirety of everything that made Silly Sleeper’s nights troublesome was swallowed by Tri with little effort at all.
Silly Sleeper’s head fell back and he groaned at the same time Tri started bobbing his head up and down. The feeling of soft silk covering hard taffy in Tri’s mouth was delightful, made more so that it was finally his friend’s. Knowing the signs, Tri pressed a forehoof onto Silly Sleeper’s balls and leveraged them as he slid up and used his free forehoof to hold the shiny cock in place when it left his mouth.
A long string of saliva and precum connected them and Tri kissed the widening flare he was teasing. “More?” Tri asked.
Silly Sleeper’s shook his head. “No, your turn,” he said and scooted over when Tri lay beside him. They kissed again, Silly Sleeper’s taking a little of his essence back when his tongue met with Tri’s. “Hold on, I’ve always wanted to try this,” Silly Sleeper’s said and slipped out of the blanket fort.
Tri scrunched his eyebrows while waiting, stroking himself as seconds passed. “Back,” Silly Sleeper’s said with a bowl on his head. “This should be warm,” he said and turned away so Tri couldn’t see what was in the bowl, then snickered when he saw it was whipped cream. “Here we go,” Silly Sleeper’s said as he dripped a heaping spoonful under the tip of Tri’s flare and watched it roll down his shaft.
Silly Sleeper’s giggled and tapped his forehooves together and licked his lips, leaned down, and started licking the cream off his friend like an eager puppy. Tri shuddered at the sensation and grunted when Silly Sleeper’s got to the base, tonguing Tri’s sheath for all that was left. Silly Sleeper’s giggled and smacked his lips. “Mm, salty. I don’t know how much longer I can wait, Tri,” Silly Sleeper said honestly. “I’ve wanted this for so long, but--”
“Just do it, you know I want you,” Tri said eagerly.
Silly Sleeper’s blushed and looked away. “B-but, I’ve never…”
Tri sat up and balked at his friend. “Wait, never? Never, never? I thought you were with…”
“No, he just wanted to be friends. And she was just wondering what a stallion felt like, but she’s gayer than both of us… she just works to hide it. And, no, I didn’t get with Sunny, either. He wanted a one night stand and…” Silly Sleeper had started to cry and was hugged tightly by Tri.
“It’s okay, I’m here and I’m happy to be your first. Just, lay however you want and I’ll take it from there, okay?”
Silly Sleeper kissed Tri. “I, kinda wanna hug you and kiss you when we do… if that’s okay?”
Tri snorted. “Okay, Fluttershy,” he joked and they both laughed. “However, I know she does like it belly to belly… parrots talk, after all.”
Silly Sleeper’s giggled. “I wonder what seven creatures at once would feel like?”
Tri stuck his tongue out. “Lord of Chaos can have her, I’ve got somepony much better in mind,” he said moving back and lifting his hind end so he could guide his flare to his target. “Ready?”
Silly Sleeper nodded and bit his lip, looking down between them as Tri pressed himself into Silly Sleeper’s body. Silly Sleeper’s inhaled sharply and deeply, wrapping his hind legs around Tri’s and pulling him deeper as new sensations flooded his body. Tri nickered and leaned down, biting Silly Sleeper’s neck getting the sleepy stallion to buck his hips and twitch everywhere.
Tri’s leg slipped on a corner of the sheets making the fort and he plowed all the way inside the virgin stallion’s body, the tightness was intense and Tri was pulled into a full body hug as Silly Sleeper whined and whimpered Tri’s name over and over. Chuckling, Tri started his motions and began to kiss his stallion, their tongues dancing between their mouths and sweet noises were shared for a couple minutes.
Tri sat up and looked at Silly Sleeper’s face, smiling, knowing what was coming. Tri kissed his stallion and leaned up. “Cum for me, Silly. The first time for the rest of our lives.”
Silly Sleeper held Tri’s barrel and watched as the stallion on top of him licked him lips and handled his glistening rod, opening his mouth as Silly Sleeper’s climax approached. Tri started stroking along the top and Silly Sleeper was pushed beyond his limit. He threw his head back into the pillow he was using and screamed as his body released days, months, years of pent up stress and desire.
Tri closed his eyes as streams of salty goodness splashed across his head into his waiting mouth, much of it stuck to the roof of the fort, raining down on him in slow streams that matted his mane to his head. Tri placed his lips against the puddle of cum at the top of Silly Sleeper’s cock and slurped the last of it, laughing when one more shot hit him between the eyes and rolled down his muzzle.
“You okay, Silly?” Tri asked the shaking stallion that was covering his eyes. “Okay, I’m almost done, where do you want it?”
“W-what?” Silly Sleeper asked and looked at his friend, wondering how Tri could be so casual with so much cum dripping from his body.
“Chest, belly, face, mouth?” Tri said as he went back to pumping.
“Inside me, please, if that’s not a problem.”
Tri felt his heart race and he leaned down to kiss Silly Sleeper, who flinched, but brought his lips to Tri’s. The kiss became heated after a second, the flavor of Silly Sleeper was better than the stallion thought and a few seconds later they were nuzzling and licking one another, pushing Tri to cum. Silly Sleeper’s gripped Tri’s mane and pulled him back, looking into his eyes. “I bucking love you, Tri Roller, make me your stallion.”
Tri’s eyes rolled back and he gave in to his desire, the one stallion he’d wanted to hear that from had finally said what he needed to hear. He was claiming his stallion like ‘normal’ stallion’s claimed their mares, but this was his moment to share with the one he loved.
“Silly Sleeper, I love… love you!”
With the last of his energy, Silly Sleeper wrapped his hind legs around Tri’s thighs and held him close with his forelegs and the warmth filled him in a way he’d never known. Silly Sleeper felt himself spray another small load between them as his mind went hazy and he promptly fell asleep again.
Tri thrusted and grunted, finally collapsing and gasping to catch his breath, the wetness between them was one of the only things keeping him awake as he rolled off Silly Sleeper and fell onto his back. He laughed and punched the air in success. “That was awesome. Better than anything Rainbow Dash could pull off, right?” He said and saw the adorable sleeping stallion with a cutest smile beside him.
Tri looked down their bodies and snickered. “You said you cleaned up before I got here, now look at this mess, Silly Head,” he said and scooted closer. Once he brushed against Silly Sleeper, the smaller stallion turned and held onto Tri, nuzzling against his coat and humming happily.
Tri held Silly Sleeper close to himself and yawned loudly. “You’re the best thing to happen to me, and I’ll remind you of that every day. Because that’s what love means to me, and how much you mean to me.
“Now we just have to figure out who’s house to live in,” Tri Roller thought and snickered. “I guess I’ll have to roll some dice on it.”
