Sunshine and Dandelion Wine
Rolling Around Beneath the Pines
The blazing summer sun hung lazily in the sky, staining it a brilliant orange as it sank ever so slowly closer to the horizon. For the denizens of Equestria, the Summer Sun Celebration was just getting started now that the harsh midday hours had passed. Parades would march, parties would be thrown and games would be had.
However two Appleloosans had a different idea on how to celebrate the evening. Having slinked away from the town under the cover of the scorching midday sun, Braeburn and Rico had ventured out into the sparse and shrub-laden forests surrounding the settlement.
Coming to a stop underneath a dense thicket of pine trees growing near the side of a bubbling creek, both human and pony threw their pack down and spread out an old blanket which they unceremoniously collapsed onto. Both were spread eagle, exposing every inch of their sweat-caked bodies to the muggy air as they gasped for air.
“Ya know, Rico, I don’t think I want to move anytime soon,” Braeburn grumbled, shaking off his hat and letting his soaked mane spill out.
“Me neither, I can walk back naked right?” Rico asked, peeling off article after article of drenched clothing until he was laying bare in his birthday suit. Welcoming the comparatively cool kiss of the air across his body.
“Yeah, you’ve been here for months. You should know this by now,” the stallion panted.
Blushing slightly, Rico turned away from his partner’s gaze and focused on a pine cone hanging above him. “Was embarrassed before, but given just how damn hot it is I might not care.”
“That’s valid… Would you mind getting the wine out? Help cool us down a bit,” Braeburn exhaled. Lazily gesturing over to the damp saddlebag
“Why don’t you get it out?” Rico fired back, slowly peeling his back off the blanket to rest on his behind.
“You ever tried to pour glasses with wet hooves? It don’t work.”
“Fair enough,” Rico mumbled in response as he shifted onto his hands and knees and crawled a few paces over to Braeburn’s pack. Throwing open the latches and pulling out a tall pitcher of iced dandelion wine from its canvas confines. A sheen of liquid coated the pitcher from the moment it was pulled out and set down upon the blanket. Suppressing the urge to press the cold plastic against his bare skin, Rico rummaged through the pack and pulled out two glasses from within.
Pouring each of them a glass, he set Braeburn’s glass by his muzzle before turning his attention to his own drink. Bringing the rim to his lips, Rico tilted the glass back and greedily drank down the icy liquid held within. A rich taste filled his mouth, earthy and warm like the sun above with a hint of fruity sweetness to cap it all off. Taking his attention off gulping down the icy liquid, he turned his head and found his boyfriend sucking down the cold liquid in much the same way.
“You like it?” Braeburn asked, smacking his lips clean and setting the glass to the side.
“I do, it’s kinda like a white wine mixed with brandy. Not that strong though, how long did you ferment it?” Rico inquired, setting his glass aside and growing stiff as he pressed the icy pitcher against his navel.
“Maybe a week or so? Ah can’t remember exactly, didn’t do it very long. Didn’t want us to get too hammered while we’re out here.” The stallion muttered in his thick Appleloosan drawl. He was going to say more, but couldn’t remember what as he found himself staring doe-eyed at his stretching boyfriend.
Rico’s body was a potent hypnotic to his boyfriend, a fact that the human regularly took advantage of when it came to getting attention from him. While he was a strong man, mostly from rowing boats up and down the Appleloosan river. His sedentary lifestyle and love of food had given him a feminine softness to his body. That combined with his smooth, shaven skin and androgynous face made a rampant bisexual like Braeburn very, very heartstricken.
Noticing his boyfriend staring, Rico giggled and took a deep swig before crawling over to Braeburn with the pitcher in hand. Draping an arm around the stallion’s broad neck as he refilled the cowpony’s glass. Maybe it was the lingering heat in the air, or maybe he couldn’t handle his liquor at all. But he was already feeling a bit hot under the non-existent collar. A pleasant tingle started in his stomach and radiated outward, pooling in his face and his crotch.
The scent of his equine boyfriend was heavenly as Rico buried his face into Braeburn’s silky fur. Setting his glass to the side as his hands found their way to his broad chest, fingers digging into the packed muscle and loosening the tense fibers within.
“Yes~” Braeburn groaned. The stallion’s forelegs wobbling as he spread them further. “Little lower, please. Oh-” The stallion’s words faded into a pleased nicker as Rico’s nails glided downwards and dug into his ribcage. He had to keep from drooling as the rough scratching set his nerves alight, hairs standing on end as he leaned into those heavenly digits.
Between his legs, Braeburn’s appreciation for his boyfriend’s hands was growing. The pony spread his legs and sat up straighter to make way for his rapidly stiffening rod. As Rico draped himself across his backside, the salty scent of his lover grew exponentially stronger. Braeburn’s nostrils flaring as his cheeks flushed a deep red. He could feel Rico’s own scepter pressing against his hide, gently throbbing in tandem with his heartbeat.
“Rico?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna have some fun?” Braeburn asked, shivering as his cock flexed hard, slapping against his belly with a dull thud.
“Sure, wanna blow eachother?” Rico suggested, moving his hands up to scratch and massage his coltfriend’s scalp.
“Actually I got a better idea; kick the pack over here would ya?”
Braeburn watched with interest as Rico extended a leg outwards, grasped the pack’s handle in his toes, and pulled it over to them. Putting aside the weird thought of having five miniature hooves on the ends of his legs, he rummaged through the pack until he had procured a purple silicone ring with a textured inside and a bottle of lube. Setting the ring down on the blanket and readying the bottle in his hands, he felt Rico’s hands migrate over to the bases of his ears. The stallion letting out a pleased sigh as he uncapped the lube.
“I see what you mean Brae. This is a much better idea~” The human whispered into Braeburn’s ear, smiling brightly as he felt his stallion shudder from the sensation.
“Mhhm. Now, if you don’t quit whisperin’ in my ear and gettin’ me all riled up. The only toy I’m going to use will be your ass.” Braeburn snarked, swatting Rico’s thighs playfully with his tail.
“Oh no, please don’t do that. That would suck so bad.” He moaned, dismounting from Braeburn’s backside. Moving around to the front of his coltfriend, he flopped down on his ass and spread his legs wide, scooting up close to his lover. “Want to have a little contest?”
“Maybe, what were you thinking?” Braeburn probed, squeezing the bottle tightly as he drizzled lube all over his thick horsecock before rolling the bottle over to Rico.
“Whoever cums first blows the other later?” The human muttered, finding himself fixated with the sight of Braeburn gently slathering his cock. Blindly reaching for the bottle as he quickly squirted a handful and got to work slicking himself.
“You mean you want to blow me while we’re fishing later, don’t you?” Braeburn smiled, grasping the purple masturbator as he scooted closer to Rico. Throwing his hind legs up and over his boyfriend’s thighs.
“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” Rico chuckled as he scooted forward as well, threading his legs under Braeburn’s flank and inching his hips forward until their cocks were pressed together. Grasping the blanket, Rico suppressed an urge to moan as his shaft violently twitched and slid across his lover’s much larger and darker shaft.
“I guess I’ll see,” Brae beamed as he began to lower the masturbator down. Enveloping his broad, equine head and slowly sliding it down until the silicone ring stretched over both of their cocks. Feeling an uncomfortable tug in their crotches, the two scooted ever closer, finally stopping once their smooth sacks were pressed against one another. The violet masturbator wrapped around the base of their shafts and forcing them to bump and grind against one another with each fidget and twitch.
Reaching over, Rico scooped up both of their glasses and the pitcher of wine and began to pour both of them another cup. Yet, for whatever reason, he couldn’t help but giggle softly as the cold liquid trickled out. Quickly handing the other cup over to Braeburn as he weakly ground against the stallion. Savoring the silky texture of the masturbator, and the delightful tingles as his balls glided against the leathery sack of his partner.
Plucking the cup from the human’s grasp, Braeburn smiled broadly and bucked his hips upwards. Savoring the look of his partner as pleasure washed across his face. “What’s got you gigglin’ Ricky? You ain’t that lightweight are ya?” he teased, taking a deep sip from his glass.
“Nah nah,” the man clarified. His voice echoing out from his glass. “It’s just-” A sudden snort brought an end to his sentence, lurching forward as liquid splashed up and into his nose. Setting the glass aside, he gently rocked his hips back and forth until his composure was restored. “Our balls. They’re touching, we’re like, super gay right now.”
If Braeburn could roll his eyes any further, they would have flipped around in their sockets. “Woah. Well partner, if we’re super gay right now, what’s the harm in making it even gayer?” He inquired, waggling his eyebrows.
“And how are we going to do that?” Rico fired back, cheeks flushed from a mixture of alcohol, heat, and arousal.
“Like this!” Braeburn exclaimed as he shot forward, grasping Rico’s head and pulling him in for a massive kiss on the lips. He held his boyfriend there for a few moments as he processed what just happened, and before long Braeburn felt strong hands grasping his mane. Pulling him close as the two parted their mouths and explored each other with their tongues.
Dominating the human’s smaller mouth with his broad tongue. Braeburn found himself enraptured in Rico’s hazel eyes, the world around them seemed to grow hazy and irrelevant. His lover was all that mattered and seeing each twitch of pleasure and each little moan only spurred the stallion further. Before long he found himself rutting against his partner’s length, having pushed his human over and onto his back.
Pulling his muzzle away for a brief breath of air, he tilted his head to the side and tickled Rico’s ear with his whiskers. “I love you~” He rumbled, gently biting down on the upper lobe of his ear. Soliciting a tremor from the human pinned beneath his body.
Lightly gasping for air, Rico couldn’t help the dumb smile on his face as he thrust his hips up and against his lover. “I love you~ Now get back to kissing me you cowpoke!”
Braeburn was all too happy to oblige, turning his head back and pressing his muzzle back to its rightful place. Pressing more of his weight against his partner, he could feel their arms work their way under his belly and to their shafts. He could feel them trace over his length before grasping the masturbator tightly, the sudden spike in pressure driving the stallion to moan deeply into his lover’s mouth.
Drunk on lust, love, and spirits. Braeburn couldn’t help but thrust into the clutched toy. His massive cock flaring and throbbing with each roll of the hip. Spewing thick dollops of pre onto the smooth belly of his lover below. Rico’s own cock only added to the sensory bombardment of Braeburn’s loins, the smooth length providing a constant and shifting pressure as it tried to flex and throb underneath the bulk of Brae’s horsecock. Their sacks were pressed tight, adhered together from dripping lube, and providing spine-tingling jolts of pleasure as the sensitive skin slid around and their orbs pressed against one another.
Sweat dripped from their brows as the two continued to make love, the air around them thick with the scent of musk. Rico was wrapped tight around Braeburn’s body, legs hooked around his flanks. With each bucking against the other, they were beyond words as they communicated their lust in heavy breaths and animalistic grunts.
With each powerful breath sucking in more of the sex-laden air around them, Braeburn was getting close to blowing his load. His thrusts were growing short and quick, his cock engorging so much it was getting hard to fuck the toy held in Rico’s iron grasp. Pulling his head away from Rico’s mouth, Braeburn greedily sucked in the comparatively cool air and vented his lust to the world in the form of a throaty moan. He was so close now, he could feel his head flaring, driving him to thrust harder and harder until his cock was gliding against the smooth skin of Rico’s navel. He wanted to come so badly, but a sense of competitiveness urged him to keep from blowing his load before his lover did. So he bit down hard and continued jackhammering as the pressure steadily and steadily built in his crotch.
He continued until he felt like his balls would shatter and his dick explode, until he felt an errant splash of warm liquid wash over the underside of his cock. Rico had lost. And with that knowledge, Braeburn finally unclenched his muscles and stars exploded in his head. The stallion was beyond words, unable to process anything else besides the waves of pleasure centered on his cock. He buried his head into Rico’s pecs as his cock rippled, spewing out rope after rope of thick, pearly-white cum onto the man’s torso. Each contraction of his balls was world-shattering, squeezing the air from his lungs as it felt like every drop of cum was being wrung out from him.
The pleasure came to a slow, rolling stop. Leaving the two lovers panting heavily in each other’s embrace. Hot, sticky, and sweatier than an Appleloosan bricklayer, the two were eager to separate from one another. Taking it slow to avoid jostling their sensitive members, Braeburn pulled away and flopped onto his back beside Rico. The two laying in silence, with only their breathing to break it.
“Hey Brae?”
“Yeah?”
“Wanna fish?”
Braeburn found himself chuckling at the absurdity of the statement, turning his gaze away from the blue sky above and to the hazel orbs of his partner. “I’d love to.”
