Apple Buck Finds Somethin' New

“I really can’t thank you Crusaders enough,” the cream-colored unicorn colt said, a wide smile on his freckled face.

“Shucks,” Apple Buck replied, “we’re just happy to help.”

“We’re just so glad you found your special talent!” Silver Bell chimed in his high-pitched voice, pulling the other unicorn into a hug. The other Crusaders joined in, nearly crushing their fiery-haired client.

“I don’t know about you colts,” Scootaroll said, as the hug broke apart, “but I’m going home to get some sleep. It’s been a long day.”

“A long week,” Silver Bell agreed with a yawn.

Apple Buck had no idea how his friends could think of sleep. Even after years of doing the work, the exhilaration of helping another pony find his cutie mark had his spirit soaring and his mind racing. “Alright, y’all, I’ll see ya in the morning, then.” Scootaroll waved and walked out of the clubhouse, Silver Bell right behind him.

“I’ll walk ya back off the farm, Sunspot,” he said, addressing the newly-marked unicorn. “Finding your way can get a mite confusing, especially at night.” Apple Buck caught the colt staring in wide-eyed wonder at his new cutie mark: a large yellow sun dappled with dark spots.

“It’s so amazing.”

“Ya like what ya see, then?”

The unicorn blushed, the red nearly obscuring the dark orange freckles that covered his muzzle from nose to chin to ear. He glanced up at the larger earth pony with a smile. “I do.”

“Well, come on, then, let’s get ya home.”

The unicorn coughed and the red in his face burned bright. “Actually, I have one more thing I was hoping you could help me with.”

Apple Buck smiled, eager to take on a challenge. “Sure thing. Let me go grab the guys.”

“No, no,” the unicorn said, shaking his head. “It’s not a cutie mark problem.”

Apple Buck tilted his head, confused. “Okay, lay it on me.”

The unicorn approached the earth pony slowly, a small smile creeping into his expression. “I’ve been awfully lonely recently.”

Apple Buck nodded. That was pretty common for late blanks. Gosh, if it hadn’t been for Scootaroll and Silver Bell, Buck wasn’t sure what he would have done. And Sunspot was even older than he and his friends had been when they discovered their talent. “It can be hard keeping friends, sometimes, when you’re looking for your cutie mark.”

The unicorn lifted a forehoof and laid it tenderly on Apple Buck’s neck. “Like I said, this isn’t a cutie mark problem.”

“Uhh,” Apple Buck muttered, unsure of what was happening. “What exactly do you need help with, Sunspot?”

The unicorn looked up at the larger pony. “Actually, I guess if you want to be specific, I’m hoping I can help you with something.”

“That so?” Apple Buck asked skeptically. The hoof on his neck traced lazily down his chest. “I don’t think I really need anything right now.”

Sunspot shrugged. “Sometimes it’s not about need. You’ve been working so hard for me all week. And I’ve been trying not to make a fool of myself, but, well, right now you’re making something on me hard, too.”

Apple Buck sniffed the air and his eyes went wide as he caught the scent of arousal. He leaned his head to the side and caught sight of a dark brown shaft descending from the other pony’s carriage. “Hey, whoa, Sunspot, I think you’ve got the wrong pony here.”

“Nnnope,” he drawled, “big, broad-shouldered earth pony stallion with a cute accent? Sounds just perfect.”

“Nonono, I mean…” Apple Buck gulped and backed away until his flank bumped into the clubhouse wall. “I mean, you’re a stallion!”

Sunspot grinned and waggled his thin, dark brows at the earth pony. “So are you.”

“Well, exactly!” Apple Buck exclaimed. “So what’s the big idea?”

“I was hoping you’d show me.” That elicited a massive blush from the earth pony as he quickly realized what the younger stallion meant. “Don’t tell me you’ve never fooled around with another guy?” Apple Buck shook his head. “Never thought about it?”

“Can’t say I’ve given it any thought.”

“Well,” the unicorn said, turning slightly to the side, offering a full view of his fully-hard shaft. “Want to think about it now?”

Apple Buck didn’t want to look down. Sweet Solaris, but he didn’t want to look. So he looked the unicorn in the face. Sunspot had a handsome face, if a little blunt. The deep orange freckles on his lighter-color coat made Apple Buck think about the sweet varietal of apples his brother was cultivating. The unicorn’s golden horn poked out from a fiery mane that looked both wild and perfectly coifed. Sunspot was a little stouter than the average unicorn. Nice and hardy, almost like an earth pony. And he had a nice color coat, Apple Buck noticed not for the first time. The short fur was only a shade or two darker than his own. He was quite handsome, really. If Apple Buck had any interest in colts, he’d probably find Sunspot quite attractive.

“I see at least a part of you is interested.”

Oh no, oh no, Apple Buck thought in a panic. He was getting hard. Okay, he thought, stay calm. Remember how to relax. Close your eyes. Deep breath.

…The deep breath was a mistake. It carried the scent of excited stallion, and the animal part of Apple Buck’s brain reacted, sending his own pheromones racing. His eyes snapped open and before he could stop himself, he was staring at the small puddle of wetness collecting on the treehouse floor below Sunspot’s shivering member.

His blood raced, filling his shaft. Apple Buck swallowed and tried to look away from the gently swaying brown cock hanging beneath the other pony. “You’re a client,” he protested.

“Ex-client. I’ve got a cutie mark now. I think our business is successfully concluded.”

“This is wrong. You’re just a colt.”

“I’m nearly as old as you. Late Blank, remember? Besides,” he said gaily, “’flank not bare, all is fair,’ right?”

“I… I’ve never been with a stallion! I don’t even know if I’d like it.”

Sunspot grinned again. “See, that’s where I can help.” He stepped forward and Apple Buck plopped his flank to the floor. He was uncomfortably aware of his bobbing erection poking out between his forelegs. “Just sit back a little more,” the unicorn said. He pushed slightly on the larger stallion’s shoulders until Apple Buck was sitting up fully, his back against the wall. His erection hovered up in front of Sunspot’s chest.

Apple Buck swallowed, trying to find another protest. Oh, Solaris, this was really happening. “Uhh,” he whined, “I don’t think, uhh.”

The unicorn shushed him, then gently stroked one hoof down the length of Apple Buck’s mottled shaft. The earth pony gave a small moan as a shiver traveled from his groin up his barrel. What was it about another pony touching your parts that was so much better than when you did it yourself, Apple Buck wondered.

“You just tell me if I should stop,” Sunspot said calmly, pulling the hoof up and then back down Apple Buck’s shaft.

He opened his mouth to say exactly that, but only a weak whimper escaped his throat. Okay, yes, Apple Buck thought to himself, there was another colt touching his dick. But it’s not like it felt bad, he rationalized, and really not that different at all from when he and Pippasqueak had fooled around that one time. As long as he didn’t have to return the favor and touch Sunspot’s penis, which was then drooling a huge glob of precum onto the clubhouse floor, he’d be fine. It wouldn’t be gay unless he touched it. Or tasted it.

Apple Buck’s shaft surged and bounced upward into the other colt’s chest fur. “Eager,” Sunspot purred happily. “Good stallion.” He very slowly increased the rhythm of his hoof up and down the earth pony’s shaft, pausing for a moment to play with the medial ring, rubbing the hoof along the circumference of the fleshy ring.

Oh, applesauce, Apple Buck was enjoying this. This colt knew what he was doing. Apple Buck realized he was moaning and closed his mouth, cutting off the sound. As the other pony’s hoof moved down his length, he caught glimpses of Sunspot’s brown, veiny dick bobbing up and down. It was almost hypnotic, watching it sway and leak. Apple Buck was moaning again. He closed his eyes. This had to be a dream. Any second, Prince Artemis would swoop down and explain what sort of strange nightmare was making him imagine having his dick stroked by another colt.

Then he felt something warm and wet press against the underside of his cock, and he changed his mind. This was definitely not a nightmare. His eyes shot open and he caught the sight of a handsome, yellow-freckled muzzle leaning down near the base of his shaft. Sunspot slowly extended his tongue and pressed upward, licking from medial ring up to the head.

“Sweet apple pie!” Apple Buck cried as the intensity of the touch overwhelmed his senses. He felt his balls pull upward, trying to climb into his groin. The unicorn lowered his head and lapped at the underside of Apple Buck’s ring. The earth pony was glad to be sitting; he didn’t think his haunches could have remained steady otherwise. The unicorn opened his mouth and gave the tiniest of tugs on Buck’s ring with his teeth. Apple Buck thrust his hips forward and moaned loudly. He felt his orgasm building, blood rushing to his flared crown.

“Oh, Tartarus, Sunspot,” Apple Buck panted, watching his flare widen. The unicorn licked upward again, his wide tongue pushing against the firm, warm flesh. “I think I’m gonna—“ he cut off and bit his lip as the other stallion’s tongue swirled up and around the base of his flare. Apple Buck’s heart was pounding, and his rock-hard cock begged for release. He wasn’t sure how he could even come, without a firm hoofgrip or something to mount. Sunspot began his upward lick again, and Apple Buck felt his sack clench and knew his climax was coming fast, firm grip or no.

His shaft twitched, and he cried out, and a large white glob of semen lazy pulsed from his cock, splattering the top of the unicorn’s nose. Sunspot closed his eyes but didn’t stop licking, even as the cum dribbled into his mouth. Another shot leapt out, somewhat more strongly and coated the top of the yellow muzzle. Apple Buck felt his backside clench, thrusting against pressure that wasn’t present on his shaft, and felt a huge volley of jizz erupt from his cock. The burst hit the ceiling several spans above and landed with a noisy splatter on the floor beside the two ponies. Sunspot’s eyes went wide with surprise and glee, but Apple Buck hardly noticed as another shot ripped through his groin, out past his flare and into the air. The large glob seemingly hung in the air forever, suspended in time, before falling directly down onto his own flared crown and Sunspot’s muzzle, making a tremendous white mess of both. Apple Buck panted with each consecutive burst, the next coating the unicorn’s horn and the next over his shoulder onto the clubhouse floor. His balls ached, and his shaft flagged, and several more eruptions fired weakly until Apple Buck felt the tension ease from his core.

Sunspot was a creamy mess. His mane, horn, and handsome freckled face were a yellow canvas painted in gooey white semen. The colt had an ecstatic look on his face, and as he shifted, Apple Buck saw the unicorn’s long brown shaft sported a wide flare of its own. Sunspot scooted forward and plopped his flank down on the messy floor. Apple Buck whimpered in shocked delight at knowing some of his seed was soaking into the colt’s flanks. Sunspot’s very hard cock pressed up against Apple Buck’s still-twitching member, and Buck noticed for the first time that the unicorn’s shaft was actually longer than his own. Not as wide, certainly, but just a bit longer, the flared head popping up past his own. The warmth of another body pressed so close to his own, especially his tender parts, was enough to keep Apple Buck hard as a fifth season sapling. Sunspot rocked his hips rapidly, in jerky movements, sending the edge of his flared head rubbing along Apple Buck’s. The near constant stream of unicorn precum and leftover earth pony semen made the movements send an electric thrill through the earth pony.

“Oh, holy stars, Apple Buck, I’m there, I’m there, I’m… I’m—“ The unicorn sucked in a sharp breath and grimaced.

The initial burst coated Apple Buck’s chest. Apple Buck found himself moaning again, thrilled to watch the other pony shoot. The next round splattered the underside of his chin, and the one after that made a huge line down the top of his shaft, all the way to his groin. The unicorn continued grinding his shaft into Apple Buck’s, and burst after small burst coated their two cocks, until both, one brown and one mottled, were both completely soaked and exhausted after a few moments.

The two ponies lay panting for a few moments, until Apple Buck realized the creamy mess was slowly drying into his fur. Apple Buck sighed, knowing what a nightmare semen was to wash out of fur. “I hope you don’t mind a cold bath, Sunspot. I don’t fancy going home looking like this, so it’s the stream f’r us both.”

The unicorn smiled warmly at him.

Apple Buck spent the entire evening trying not to think about it. Despite his efforts, his mind replayed the events of the evening as he lay in bed.

The stallions had cleaned themselves thoroughly in the cold water of the stream, and Apple Buck had walked Sunspot to the edge of the farm like he had promised, but the two barely exchanged ten words after they had…

Nope, Apple Buck thought, rolling onto his other side in his bed, not going to think about it. He still had no idea what had gotten into him. He wasn’t even into colts. He liked fillies like Pippa or Stormclap (despite how troublesome the little gray mare had been at the inaugural Cutie Mark Camp). He liked mare parts—he’d touched himself often enough thinking about winking wet lips to know that was true. So he couldn’t figure out why he had been so excited at seeing Sunspot’s shaft. And the way it shifted and surged as the colt had rubbed it against Apple Buck’s cock. Fucking apple blight, he was getting hard again. He had to stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about another stallion and thinking he was hot. It wasn’t hot to have some stallion cover him in cum! It wasn’t hot to remember the taste of the little bit had splashed into his mouth. Apple Buck groaned and pulled the sheet over his head in frustration. His shaft was raging hard, pushing out of the side of the bed. If he stopped thinking about it, it’d go soft. He kept telling himself that until he started leaking precum onto his sheets.

“Okay.” He said aloud, to no one in particular. “One-time thing. One-time thing this morning, one-time thing thinking about it tonight, and then I can go to sleep and then I can forget all about this in the morning and continue to be into mares.” He threw the sheets back and rolled onto his back, his mottled shaft standing upright like a column.

He remembered the way Sunspot’s warm tongue had climbed his shaft, the firm flesh of the long tongue massaging his swollen member. A bead of precum oozed slowly from the tip of his shaft. He took his cock in his hooves, working them slowly up and down, trying to replicate the feel of the unicorn’s work. Apple Buck felt his balls ache as he remembered how hard he had cum, splattering the ceiling of the clubhouse and then coating unicorn’s muzzle with strands of semen. He felt a surge of blood rush to his cock and he clenched the muscles in his groin, sending his shaft bouncing down against his chest. A tiny wet spot in his chest fur marked where the cock had been. He remembered how Sunspot had pushed up against him, his long cock pressed up against Apple Buck’s. Another surge sent his cock away from his hooves and slapping back against his chest. He pulled it back up and began stroking himself. And then the unicorn had starting grasping and frotting the larger pony. Apple Buck’s shaft slapped his chest again and again, leaving messy streaks of wet fur in its wake. He moaned and felt himself flare as he recalled how the unicorn’s dick had launched a strand of cum up against his chest, just above where his own cock was making its mark. He replayed that shot over and over, his heart racing and his breath erratic. The memory shifted, and suddenly Apple Buck took the head of Sunspot’s flared dick into his mouth, feeling the warm, thick flesh spray its messy load onto his tongue and down his throat. Apple Buck bit back a cry, leaned forward, and took his own shaft in his muzzle. Without even moving further, he went over the edge. His mouth filled instantly with hot, creamy liquid. Apple Buck swallowed on instinct, his balls clenching and his shaft pulsing in his own mouth. In his mind it was the unicorn’s load he was swallowing, gulping it down greedily. Mouthful after mouthful poured forth, no small amount leaking out around pursed lips to make a mess of his neck and chest. An eternity, packed into a few seconds, finally passed and Apple Buck let the wide, flared head fall loose from his slack lips. A single, sticky white line traced from his cock to his muzzle until it fell loose and splattered to the fur below.

Sweet sun and moonlight, that had been good. He hadn’t tried to do that since he had been much younger, and he’d never been able to reach when his stuff was smaller. Apple Buck grabbed a strategically-placed towel from beneath his bed and got to work cleaning his fur. It wasn’t gay to suck yourself off was it? Even if you swallowed? He grimaced, worried about the answer. Then he remembered how he had imagined sucking off Sunspot. How imagining his lips around another stallion’s cock had sent him over the edge. Apple Buck groaned in frustration. He worried that this was not going to be just a one-time thing