Apple Buck Finds Somethin' New

Apple Buck slept well that night. And if he thought about stallions as he fell asleep and woke up half hard, at least he hadn’t made a mess of his sheets again. It was a workday, so he hurriedly ate breakfast with his brother and sister before grabbing his saddle bag and starting off towards the clubhouse. He hadn’t made it more than a few hundred feet when he saw Silver Bell walking his way. That was unusual. Usually Apple Buck arrived at the clubhouse well before his friends.

“Heya, Silver Bell, what brings you all the way out here so early?”

“I was thinking,” he said, “maybe it would give us some time to-“ he cleared his throat “sneak off’?”

Apple Buck blushed and felt his loins lurch in excitement. “Now?” He asked.

“You’re always early anyway, right?” His friend replied. “What’s the harm in sneaking off for a few minutes?”

Apple Buck realized he should say no. What if Scootaroll decided to show up early, too? Or worse, if they had a walk-in client show up? But his professionalism had nothing on his horniness. “Alright, I’m game,” he said with a wide grin.

The clubhouse was out of the question, given exactly the concerns he had just considered. But luckily, he knew his siblings would be busy cleaning up the kitchen and starting the barn chores, so they’d be safe in between hills and out of sight from the clubhouse. “Come on, I’ve got a good place up ahead.” The two walked down the path at a quick trot, the excitement speeding them on. Apple Buck took a few furtive glances at the pink staff part-way extended from Silver Bell’s crotch. At least once he caught the other colt doing the same to his mottled member. The two ponies crested the first hill beyond the farmhouse and walked their way down to a small pond. The sun shone brightly in the pool’s surface. Apple Buck turned and, suddenly nervous, said, “so, uh, I guess I just, you know?” He gestured vaguely at his underside.

“Wait, here?” Silver Bell squeaked in a panic. He glanced at the surrounding trees and eyed the path skeptically. “What if somepony comes by?” His small shaft had withdrawn entirely.

Apple Buck shook his head. “Mah brother and sister will be busy at the farmhouse. There’s no mail this early, and the weather team’s already cleared the skies for the morning.”

Silver Bell looked unconvinced.

“Look,” the earth pony explained slowly, “I’ve done this all the time out here. Well, not this, exactly, but you know what I mean.”

“Okay,” Silver Bell replied nervously. “If you say so.”

Apple Buck smiled and reached a hoof below his barrel. “So, I guess we just start hoofing it again? I really liked watching you yesterday.”

Silver Bell blushed and his staff started to slip from his sheath again. “We could do that.”

Apple Buck had had years to get to know that tone. “Or…?” he said with a surge of anticipation.

“Well, I thought maybe I could show you something I made up… with my magic,” the unicorn said bashfully.

“Oh,” Apple Buck replied. He felt confused to find himself slightly disappointed. “Sure, I guess.”

Silver Bell lit his horn, a pea-green magic aura surrounding the protruding bone. Apple Buck felt the touch before he saw it. A donut of green energy surrounded the base of his mottled shaft. It tingled slightly, almost like the touch of a hoof, but much, much lighter.

“Sorry,” Silver Bell said, “you’re a lot bigger than me, so I’ve got to adjust the spell.” Suddenly the magic aura squeezed gently at the soft flesh of his member.

“Holy Solaris,” Apple Buck breathed.

“You like it?”

“Buck yeah,” Apple Buck replied with a grin. Then the magic shifted, and the pressure moved its way down his shaft until it brushed against his medial ring. The unexpected pleasure almost knocked the earth pony off his hooves. “Sun and moonlight, Sil!” Apple Buck gasped while steadying his wobbly legs, “that’s one awesome spell!”

Silver Bell smiled shyly, his eyes mischievous. “It’s just levitation, mostly, turned around a little. I bet most unicorn stallions figure this out at some point.”

Apple Buck shuddered as the magical energy slid downward to the head of his shaft. “Remind me to meet more unicorns.” He looked over at Silver’s pink shaft. The unicorn started moving a hoof lazily along the tip. Apple Buck’s cock lurched upward, thumping his chest as he watched the other stallion play. He wanted to touch Silver Bell. Wanted to caress that soft pink shaft. He moaned, still reveling in the silky feel of the magic sleeve that worked its way down and back up. He wanted to taste it, to feel Silver Bell’s shaft in his mouth. Some last vestige of his upbringing screamed at the idea, but the primal desire was too strong, the excitement too fresh. “Sil?” he said, “why don’t you sit back on your flank?”

Silver Bell looked at him curiously. “Apple Buck?”

“I just—” the earth pony swallowed around a sudden lump of nervousness in his throat. “You’re doin’ this amazing thing for me, right? Maybe I can repay the favor.”

Silver Bell blushed bright crimson but plopped his flank down quickly. His shaft hung up and away from his lowered haunches. Apple Buck took the tip of the shaft in one large hoof. His appendage dwarfed the smaller stallion’s flesh. His friend moaned loudly and squeaked out a sigh when Apple Buck moved his hoof downward. The tip was directly in front of his muzzle. He silenced the part of himself that wanted to run screaming and took a deep breath. The aroma of arousal and the slight muskiness made his heart pound with excitement; his cock pressed against the magic grip and tensed, no doubt drooling wetness onto the ground. Silver Bell was looking at him, eyes wide with surprise, his mouth slack with pleasure. Apple Buck opened his mouth and, just like he had seen Sunspot do, ran his tongue up the shaft, from ring to tip. “HolysweetSolaris” Silver Bell slurred, “that is good.” Apple Buck repeated the action, eliciting fresh gasps of pleasure from his friend. “That is sooo much better than my magic.” Apple Buck would’ve been willing to debate that, had his mouth not already been otherwise occupied.

Silver Bell shivered as Apple Buck again licked his shaft, then cried out when the earth pony circled his tongue around the head. The feel of it was much like Apple Buck had imagined. He had, after all, sucked his own member before. But Silver Bell had a mild, almost sweet taste to his musk, distinct from Apple Buck’s own. It was almost flowery, or maybe like the stem of a flower down close to the mud. Apple Buck stopped wasting time trying to define it. It was delicious was what it was. He opened his jaw and took the entire pink head into his muzzle. The warm member filled his mouth, and Apple Buck moaned with pleasure. The resulting rumble made Silver Bell shudder and the gentle magical embrace around Apple Buck’s cock vanished. The magic returned a moment later, stroking with vigor. Apple Buck grunted and felt a pressure building in his loins. He moved his head downward, embracing the unicorn’s cock down to the medial ring.

He paused, letting his tongue run along the underside of the shaft. Any further and it would start to slip down the back of his throat. At least, he hoped it would. He slid back up and Silver groaned loudly. Apple Buck pulled further back, regretting the loss of the sensation of having his muzzle full, until only the tip remained in his mouth. The earth pony swirled his tongue around the ridge and breathed in the arousal pheromones that were in full rush. Apple Buck’s own shaft was throbbing, pulsing in time with the magic. Waves of pleasure flowed up his loins, up his spine, and made the hair at the base of his mane stand on end. He bobbed down quickly, again engulfing Silver Bell’s cock halfway. His friend cried out in pleasure and Apple Buck swayed back up slowly. A large dollop of precum squirted from Silver Bell’s shaft onto Apple Buck’s tongue. It was sweet and salty, like the best salted apple jerky the earth pony had ever tasted. He felt himself flaring and tried to hold on to the moment, determined not to let this experience end too early. It was damned hard with Silver Bell’s magical caress, though, which was even then relentlessly stroking him closer to what was sure to be an explosive finish. Apple Buck suckled for a moment on the pink head, greedily swallowing the fluid leaking from the tip. Silver Bell had his eyes screwed shut and was whimpering happily. Apple Buck took a deep breath and mentally crossed his hooves before diving forward. He felt the shaft slide into his mouth until it reached the back of his muzzle. Without slowing, he pushed forward, taking the medial ring into his mouth and feeling Silver Bell’s head slide down into his throat. He fought the urge to gag, the panic at being unable to breathe turning his guts to stone. Another moment and his nose brushed up against white unicorn fur. “Holy Light!” Silver Bell swore. Apple Buck rolled his eyes upward and tried to smile, though he found it impossible with a mouthful of cock. The pressure in his chest was building, so he pulled back far enough that he could draw a deep breath through his nose. The smell of wet cock mixed with the intense arousal pheromones Silver Bell was giving off and the slimy mess of precum Apple Buck was steadily leaking into the soil into a lustful bouquet that was driving Apple Buck perilously close to orgasm.

Silver’s eyes glinted and Apple Buck suddenly felt a hoof on each side of his head, just behind the ears. He was tugged forward, and he took a desperate breath before the unicorn pulled him down all the way to the hilt again. “Fuck, Apple Buck, you’re amazing.” The earth pony moaned out pleasure at the praise, sending a deep vibration through the shaft that filled his mouth and throat. The pressure eased and Apple Buck was able to pull back for another breath. As soon as oxygen reached his lungs, the hooves pulled him back down. Apple Buck was fully flared, the feeling of being full, of swallowing his friend’s cock taking him to the very edge. Silver Bell repeated the movement several times—every time Apple Buck snuck in a quick breath, the unicorn pulled him back down. The white fur of the unicorn’s crotch was soaked with saliva; no matter how much Apple Buck swallowed, there seemed to be more leaking out than going in. After a few more forceful tugs, Silver Bell starting a low moan, almost a growl, and Apple Buck felt the muscles in his neck complain as Silver Bell began flaring in his throat. He pulled back desperately, feeling more than hearing a slick pop when the head came loose, and he sucked in several heaving breaths. The unicorn tried to pull him back down, but the swollen head kept Apple Buck from getting him all the way in again. Grunting in frustration, the earth pony shifted tactics, twisting his head around side-to-side, letting his tongue massage and tease the shaft in his mouth. That taste, so vivid on his tongue compared to having it down his throat, made his balls creep up towards his body. Oh, Solaris, he was going to cum so hard—he could barely hold on a moment longer. Just then, Silver Bell cried out wordlessly. A huge amount of musky, salty cum flooded Apple Buck’s muzzle. The rich taste and heavy, almost slimy texture finally broke his resolve. He swallowed desperately, unable to keep the majority of the seed from escaping his lips. His own cock lurched, the head pointing straight ahead parallel to his barrel, and his load splattered onto Silver Bell’s balls and up the first part of his shaft. Apple Buck dove downward, reaching his tongue for his own seed. He felt the spray of his own semen on his chin as another torrent of cum launched down his throat. He closed his eyes, focusing on swallowing as quickly as possible. His ass clenched tightly in a rapid rhythm, his balls aching with each clamping spasm, and he felt himself continue to pour his load onto his underside, Silver Bell’s loins, and the earth below them. He nearly gagged as Silver Bell continued to fill his muzzle with seed. Finally, he had no choice but to pull off before he asphyxiated. He was rewarded with a shot of semen directly between his eyes. He spat the enormous wad of cum out of his mouth and then licked eagerly at Silver Bell’s flagging cock. The flow slowed until Apple Buck found himself licking at the tip, desperate for more, suddenly regretting having spat out the larger part of the load that hadn’t made its way into his stomach. He lapped slowly, his own orgasm faded, until Silver squeaked a protest.

“Ah! Ooh! Apple Buck, I’m good. Oh! Please stop!”

Apple Buck was sad to let the staff fall from his hoof, though he winced, hoping he had not been too rough at the end. Silver Bell fell completely onto his back, his softening cock splattering down against his underbelly. His breath came in deep gulps alternating with rapid panting. Apple Buck realized he was much in the same situation and sat down on his flank to try and slow his breath. He wiped a hoof across his chin to wipe away what he couldn’t clean with his tongue.

“That was…” Silver Bell sighed between gulps of air, “holy Solaris, that was awesome!”

Apple Buck smiled and kicked the dirt with a forehoof. “Shucks, glad you enjoyed it. I really liked it too.”

Silver Bell raised his head and examined the enormous mess stretching from his shaft down past his balls and culminating in a large puddle—a pool, really—of cum in the mud beside the pond. “I can tell.” He flopped back again. “I can’t believe we have to go to work after this.”

Apple Buck groaned. “Horseapples. We’re totally going to be late now.”

After a quick, cold bath in the pond, the two stallions trotted off towards the clubhouse. Apple Buck gnawed worriedly at his lip. “We’re totally going to be late,” he complained.

“For the number of times Scoot’s been super late, I don’t think he gets to complain,” Silver Bell responded dismissively. He eyed his friend. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you arrive late, even back when we were in school.”

Apple Buck smiled. “True story. AJ would have my hide if I had taken school lightly.” He frowned. They crested the next hill and saw an agitated looked Scootaroll standing on the clubhouse ramp.

As they got closer, Apple Buck could see Scootaroll staring at them with a mix of curiosity and concern. When they got close enough to talk without shouting across the orchard, Scootaroll rounded on him and Silver Bell, stomping down the ramp hurriedly. “Okay, so what’s up?” When neither pony answered immediately, he huffed. “Is it Crusader business? Did we agree to meet somewhere else this morning?” His wings flapped in agitation. “Why didn’t you come get me?”

“It’s not Crusader stuff,” Apple Buck managed, trying hard not to blush. Silver Bell had no success on that front.

“Yeah, Scootaroll, it’s not important.”

The pegasus narrowed his eyes, his wings flicking out for a moment. “You both show up late, wet, and avoiding looking at each other, and it’s not important?”

Apple Buck tried to think of some excuse. “Yeah, it’s no big thing. I just needed Silver’s help on the farm this morning.”

Scootaroll was having none of it. “You’re telling me that at some point yesterday you asked him to come all the way across town to help at the farm this morning? And despite planning ahead, whatever it was took so long that you were both late?”

Yeah, it didn’t make a lot of sense. Mostly because it wasn’t true. “Look, it doesn’t matter does it?”

Scootaroll huffed. “Only if you’re trying to exclude me!”

Silver Bell blanched, the red quickly fading from his face. “No! No, that’s not it at all, Scootaroll.”

“Yeah,” Apple Buck drawled, fighting back a smirk, “I don’t think you would have enjoyed it anyway.”

The pegasus snorted. “I know we sometimes do our own things now, but what in Equestria did you two find to do together that you’re so sure I wouldn’t like?”

The blood rushed back to Silver’s muzzle. The orange colt blinked slowly, and his eyes went wide as he finally took a hint. “Oh, no!” He swung an accusing glance at Silver Bell and then quickly shared the look with Apple Buck. “You didn’t!”

Apple Buck borrowed a page from his sister. “Eeyup.”

Scootaroll sputtered for a moment before grabbing his scooter and zipping away, wings fluttering furiously.

“Well,” Silver Bell said with a slight squeak, “that went better than expected.”

It was weird conducting Crusader business without Scootaroll, but it wasn’t like they had never had to work with a member of the trio absent—the yearly flu, farmwork, some urgent fashion deadline that Silver Bell would get dragged into. But this was the first time Apple Buck could remember where one of them had been absent voluntarily. At least it was mostly paperwork that morning—sorting and organizing petitions for help, mostly, since they had just wrapped their last case. Apple Buck shook that line of thought from his head quickly.

The lunch hour arrived, and Apple Buck sighed loudly as his eyes drifted to the spot where Scoot normally sat, and he found his mind drifting to why the stallion was absent. Not that he wanted to think about it. Goodness knows he’d be happy to never think about it again. About him being into stallions. Problem was, he felt like he was going to think about it a lot, given how much he had enjoyed his little adventures with Sunspot and Silver Bell. And it was better to think about things instead of hiding your feelings. AJ always said that, and Apple Buck would be darned if it wasn’t true.

Silver Bell bumped up against him, breaking his reverie. “Hey,” he said, “I didn’t get a chance to say thank you for this morning.”

Apple Buck smiled. “I think your body said it for ya’, but you’re welcome anyhow.”

Silver Bell whined. “Ugh, can we not talk about our bodies? I really don’t want to walk into town for lunch fighting an erection.”

“Why fight it?” Apple Buck said sardonically. “Let it all hang out.”

Silver Bell swatted his friend on the shoulder. “Gross.” He trotted ahead. “Come on, let’s go by post office and see if we’ve got any mail.”

Apple Buck nodded, cantering up next to the unicorn. “Yeah, it’d be good to drop off a few of these granted petitions.” It would be a good distraction, he meant, but decided not to say.

There had been no incoming mail, but the kind mail mare had offered them a muffin, which Apple Buck and Silver Bell happily split on the walk back to the clubhouse. As they passed through the bunch of trees closest to the clubhouse, Apple Buck spied Scootaroll’s beloved scooter sitting parked against the ramp. “Hmm,” he said neutrally, getting Silver Bell’s attention. “I’m kinda surprised he showed back up, what with how he ran off earlier.”

Silver Bell shrugged but looked uncomfortable. “Well, it’s a Crusader business day, right? I mean, I can’t imagine what would make me miss a whole day with my best friends. Well,” he hedged, “other than being sick or having an important visit from a princess. Or a monster problem.”

Apple Buck nodded and began climbing the stairs. He pushed open the door and looked inside. Scootaroll was sitting in the Thinking Corner. Apple Buck wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad one. “Uh, Scoots? You mind if we join you?”

The orange pegasus glowered at his friends for a moment. “It’s your clubhouse.”

“It’s our clubhouse,” Apple Buck corrected testily. “I think y’all know this space is as much yours as mine.”

“Fine,” the pegasus grumped. “Come on in.” He shifted uncomfortably on the bullseye rug.

“Bit for your thoughts,” Silver chimed in cheerily. It sounded forced.

“You really wanna know?”

“Of course!” Apple Buck said. He wasn’t sure that he did. He said as much: “Well, I mean, I don’t know if I wanna hear what you’re gonna say, but I still wanna hear it, if that makes sense.” The pegasus looked confused, his face scrunching to follow the logic of the sentence.

“I think he means that we may not like what you say, but we still want to hear it.” Silver Bell suggested. “You’re our best friend, Scoot.”

The pegasus’ face darkened. “Yeah? Then why didn’t you want to tell me you two were…” he gestured at the two of them with a hoof, “whatever it is you’re doing.”

Apple Buck huffed. “I didn’t think you’d want to hear it. After the way you reacted at the train station the other day, I didn’t think you’d wanna know anything.”

“Plus,” Silver Bell squeaked, “it’s not like we’ve been…” he blushed, “doing stuff very long.”

“Yeah,” Apple Buck agreed, “it was just the one time this morning. Did you want us to run-“

“Two times,” Silver Bell chimed in. “The other day behind the barn?”

The earth pony shook his head. “Nah, we didn’t even, ya know, touch or nothin’.”

“I don’t know,” the unicorn disagreed, “I think it still counts.”

“Ya gotta touch somepony or it don’t count,” Apple Buck said firmly.

“What about magic?” The unicorn replied. “Are you saying I didn’t… do anything because I was using magic?”

“Hay, no!” Apple Buck responded. “That definitely counts.”

“Will you two stop?” Scootaroll whined. The two friends turned bashfully back to the third of their longtime trio, who was blushing bright red in the muzzle, to the point that his face almost matched the fuchsia shade of his mane. “I just—I dunno—I was thinking about what you said at the station, Silver Bell. And I was thinking maybe I really was just being ignorant saying those things to you, Apple Buck.”

The earth pony nodded in acknowledgment.

“And then this morning, you two dolts show up late with these worried faces and I think maybe something’s wrong, but then I come to find out maybe you’ve just been doing—whatever—sex stuff together, and I don’t know what to think.”

“I think I’m still the same pony I was a week ago,” Apple Buck said. “Maybe I’ve realized some things about myself I wasn’t aware of, that I’m not sure I’m even 100 percent comfortable with, but I’m still the same pony. And we’re still the Cutie Mark Crusaders and still best friends.” He bent his head down low. “At least, I hope we are.”

“Of course we are, you big doofus!” Scootaroll huffed. “I just—if you two start getting all lovey dovey I just don’t want to feel left out.”

“We wouldn’t shut you out!” Silver Bell protested.

“Oh, I’ve seen it enough,” Scootaroll replied sadly.

“But you’ve been with lots of mares,” Silver Bell said, “and you’ve still had plenty of time for us.”

“Yeah,” Scootaroll said, “but that was always just a physical thing. I’ve never,” he swallowed, “I’ve never fallen in love with anyone I’ve slept with, and you two…”

“Whoa,” Apple Buck protested, “whoa whoa whoa. Who said anything about being in love?”

Scootaroll looked at his two friends. “I guess I thought?—“

Apple Buck shook his head. “I don’t know, honestly! I mean, maybe someday, right? But I still like mares too, and Silver hasn’t said anything about settlin’ down and gettin’ married.”

“It’s been a few days!” Silver said with a small laugh.

“For now,” Apple Buck continued, “I’m just having some fun with a good friend.”

Scootaroll brightened. “Okay.” He kicked a hoof against the carpet. “Just don’t shut me out, okay?”

“Okay,” both friends said in unison. “So,” Silver Bell said with a grin, “if we’re not going to shut you out, how much detail do you want to know? Did you know Apple Buck makes this cute little noise when he-“

“Silver Bell!” the other ponies shouted in unison. Apple Buck and Scootaroll shared an embarrassed look and burst into a fit of laughter.

It felt good to have everything out in the open among his friends. He didn’t worry so much about all the crazy feelings inside him, once he remembered that his friends had his back. He wasn’t sure why he was surprised—it was the way things always had been. The Crusaders always stood up for each other.