Life had been pretty good for Thunderlane, the stallion mused morosely. Heck, if somepony had told him ten years ago that he'd be flying in the Wonderbolts one day, he'd have simply laughed and figured they were pulling his leg. Yet, he had achieved full-fledged Bolt status and more besides that. Life truly was good.
All the more a shame that Spitfire was probably going to kill him when he got back to base.
He glanced down again at his torn and shredded uniform. Today was the day the Wonderbolts were supposed to be performing their annual Royal Canterlot air show, the most important and elaborate performance they put on each year. Princess Twilight herself would be presiding over the ceremonies, and rumor was that Celestia and Luna would also be in attendance as royal guests of honor. Not to mention the hundreds of others that would be gathered to watch them fly. And here he had to go and pull a Rainbow Dash by crashing into a rose bush while he was getting some last minute practice in. He felt like a complete idiot.
He hadn't even thought to pack a spare uniform with him, which Spitfire was sure to be almost as pissed about as she was going to be when she saw the state of his current one. Maybe if he was lucky, she wouldn't actually kill him. But if he couldn't figure something out before the show, he was probably going to have to sit this one out and watch some reservist take his spot in formations. Not to mention whatever other punishment she'd come up with afterward. No, he needed to find someone who could patch up his uniform, and quickly too.
He was so lost in thought regarding his imminent fate, he failed completely to watch where he was walking. For the second time today, he crashed into something. This time though, his collision was with something considerably softer and with far fewer thorns.
"Whoa, sorry there buddy," Thunderlane apologized as he helped the young stallion he'd bumped into up off the ground.
"Oh, um, that's okay," the young stallion replied. Thunderlane couldn't help but notice he was pretty cute, with a pale yellow coat and emerald green mane. "No harm done. I guess neither of us was really paying attention to where we were walking. Oh! Hey, is that a Wonderbolts uniform?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, it is. Thunderlane's the name, proud member of the Bolts," Thunderlane introduced himself, not being able to resist laying it on a bit thick for the cute pony before him. The direness of his current predicament momentarily forgotten as he worked his charm.
"Pistachio," the younger stallion replied with his name. "Sorry for bumping into you, Mr. Thunderlane. But, um, sorry if this sounds rude, but it looks like your uniform has seen better days."
"Just Thunderlane is fine. And yeah, I may have had an unfortunate run in with a rose bush just a little while ago," Thunderlane admitted. "Don't suppose you know somepony around who'd be able to do a quick patch up for me?"
Pistachio's eyes lit up when Thunderlane asked, suddenly seeing opportunity knocking before him.
"Do I know somepony?" Pistachio asked with sudden dramatic flair. "Thunderlane, you're in luck. I happen to be the Pistachio Nut himself: designer, tailor, and fashion pony extraordinaire!"
"Never heard of ya," Thunderlane responded dryly.
"Yeah, well nopony else has either, really," Pistachio conceded, deflating somewhat. "Honestly, I'm just an apprentice for Hoity Toity at the moment, and fairly new at that. But! You could be my big chance at getting noticed, you know? If you let me mend your uniform -- with a bit of my personal flair added in -- and then perform in front of all those hundreds of ponies, then I'm sure to start getting noticed."
"Well, I don't know about that," Thunderlane hesitated at the offer. "I mean, I'd really appreciate you patching this up for me, but it is a uniform, you know? Might not be appropriate for any added personal flair. Sorry, but it won't do me any good if I just end up scolded for customization rather than damage."
"But I promise I won't add anything too ostentatious or gaudy," pleaded Pistachio. "Just let me thread in some added color, maybe some design accents and some bolder stitching? It'll look amazing, and shouldn't be enough to get you sidelined. Please?"
"Well..." Thunderlane struggled. Spitifire wouldn't like this, but how could he say no to such an earnest and cute stallion asking for his help?
"Maybe it would help convince you if I, uh, sweetened the deal?" Pistachio asked, suddenly much closer to Thunderlane than before. The younger stallion craned his head up to whisper into Thunderlane's ear. "I can be very eager to please my clients, you know.".
Any doubt on Thunderlane's part disappeared when he heard the obvious offer for sex, followed by a soft tongue quickly licking at his ear. If his choices were between not getting to perform in the show, and not getting to perform in the show but getting to fuck a cute stallion, then that quickly settled the matter in Thunderlane's mind.
"Alright, you've got yourself a deal, Pistachio. Lead the way to you're shop, or home, or wherever," Thunderlane eagerly acquiesced. "I don't have a ton of time, and you're going to need some of it to perform your repairs and alterations in between my rutting that cute ass of yours."
Pistachio blushed at the compliment. "This way," he directed, quickly hurrying back to his shop with the Wonderbolt in tow. He did his best to keep his erection from showing or his tail from flagging to obviously in public, but it was hard to maintain his composure when he could feel the older stallion so hungrily eyeing him up. Today was shaping up to be a really good day.
"Oh, Celestia yes! Fuck me!" Pistachio cried out between moans. He was currently bent over his workbench, the rock hard cock of a genuine Wonderbolt pounding in and out of his ass with wanton abandon.
"Fuck, you're tight for such a little slut. You know that?" Thunderlane growled into Pistachio's ear as he rutted the young stallion beneath him. He emphasized his statement by slamming his cock into the tight ass extra hard, driving himself into the hilt and feeling the satisfying smack of his balls battering against Pistachio's sack.
"Mmm, make me your little slut, Thunder," Pistachio moaned. His forehooves were fighting to keep him propped up on the bench, struggling to resist the weight and force of stronger stallion mounted above him. Thunderlane was not a gentle lover, which was exactly the way Pistachio liked it. "Fill my tight little ass up with your cum and claim me."
The two had been at it together for about an hour now. They had been all over each other from the moment the door to Pistachio's small tailor shop had shut behind them. Lips crashing together as the two horny stallions let their lust consume them. Pistachio had naturally submitted to the older, stronger stallion, letting him take the lead. When Thunderlane's tongue had pushed into his mouth, he had happily let it enter and sucked greedily at it while Thunderlane explored inside him. With the practiced experience of a fashion pony, Pistachio had quickly stripped Thunderlane out of his uniform without ever breaking their kiss. Thunderlane would have been impressed if he hadn't been so horny.
Thunderlane broke their kiss once he was nude and sat down on a nearby stool, legs spread wide and invitingly toward the other stallion. Pistachio didn't need any more invitation to begin his work, eagerly diving between the stallion's hindlegs and nuzzling against the impressive cock in front of him. A couple laps of his tongue to appreciate the flavor of the Wonderbolt, and then Pistachio took him into his mouth. There was no time for teasing today, but Pistachio would be damned if he let his first real customer of any prestige go without achieving full satisfaction.
Pistachio hungrily slurped and sucked the cock in his mouth, head bobbing up and down his length. Thunderlane's head lolled back as he enjoyed the attentions of this stallion he had just met. Damn, this kid was almost a better suck than Soarin. Pistachio's pace quickened as he strove to drive Thunderlane to a quick orgasm. As his tongue danced around the length of the stallionhood in his mouth, Pistachio reached up a forehoof and began to gently caress Thunderlane's balls. Thunderlane could feel his climax building.
"Gonna shoot off pretty soon, kid," Thunderlane warned. "You're choice whether you want it in or out of ya."
It wasn't a hard decision for Pistachio. He loved the feeling of having his fur painted with another stallion's cum. He redoubled his efforts, bringing Thunderlane just to the brink, then withdrew his mouth and began to jerk him off as he aimed the cock at his face. Thunderlane shot off a rather impressive load, glazing Pistachio's face with his seed. Once he was tapped out, Thunderlane looked down to see the young stallion's cum coated face looking back up at him happily. Thunderlane couldn't help dragging his tongue through Pistachio's fur, collecting gobs of his own cum in his mouth before sharing it with Pistachio in another passionate kiss. The Wonderbolt ended up cleaning all of his cum off the young tailor in this way, forcing Pistachio to swallow each mouthful as it was given.
"Turn around and bend over that bench over there," Thunderlane ordered after finishing his clean-up. "And make sure to flag that tail like a good little slut, got it?"
"Yes sir," Pistachio happily complied, practically cantering over to the workbench and presenting himself to the other stallion.
Thunderlane took a moment to appreciate the view of the cute ass presented toward him, before sauntering over and burying his muzzle between the young colts ass. His tongue dragged up and down between Pistachio's ass crack and balls, savoring the taste and scent of the apprentice tailor. It forced its way into the tightly puckered anus that was so eagerly waiting to be fucked, stretching and penetrating the hole as he lapped hungrily at the young ass.
The sound of Pistachio's moaning quickly drove Thunderlane back to full hardness, throbbing painfully as it filled rapidly with blood. Thunderlane pulled his face away from Pistachio's ass in order to provide his cock with much needed relief. He mounted up and began to prod against the presented entrance.
"How do you want it," Thunderlane asked as he began to sink his length into Pistachio's body.
"Hard," Pistachio moaned as he felt himself being filled up. "Rough. Make me feel every inch of you as you claim me."
"Can do," Thunderlane smirked as he struggled to move deeper inside Pistachio's body. Time to put all that endurance and strength training to use, he thought to himself, as he pulled back and thrust forward hard enough to ellicit a sharp screech from the stallion beneath him. Thunderlane pounded Pistachio's ass as hard as his legs and hips would allow, making the young tailor scream and moan and beg for more as their rutting pressed on.
And so, here they were, Thunderlane nearly ready to blow his third load of the day. He had already came once inside Pistachio already, the streams of cum serving a lube as neither stallion had paused. Pistachio had came twice already, his cum soaking his belly and the workbench he leaned over. Both knew Thunderlane was close, and that this would probably be his last shot. There was still work to be done, after all.
"Outside this time. Please," Pistachio begged between haggard groans and grunts. "Paint my butt and balls with your cum."
Thunderlane didn't need to be asked twice. As he felt his orgasm building, he pulled out at the last second and fired all over the perky butt cheeks he had just been penetrating. As it was his third climax in an hour, his load was much smaller than the prior two. Still, there was plenty to paint Pistachio's rear end. When he was done, Thunderlane found somewhere dry to sit and watch his most recent partner.
"That was a heck of a good fuck, Pistachio," Thunderlane complimented him. "But I hope I didn't wear you out too much, there. Don't forget, there's still the matter of fixing up my uniform that was the whole reason I came here."
"Pretty sure most of the reason you came here was to get that cock inside of me," Pistachio teased as he stood up and began to dab a towel against his backside. "But don't you worry. I grew up on a farm, you know. It takes more than a few rounds of being rutted to tire me out and keep me from working."
And work he did. Thunderlane was impressed by how swiftly the other stallion worked as he watched him. The last time Thunderlane had been fucked as roughly as he'd fucked Pistachio, he'd hardly been able to walk without wincing the rest of the day. Yet here was this young stallion running back and forth across his shop as if he hadn't just been pinned and rutted beneath him less than thirty minutes ago. The kid had definite talent.
By the end of the hour, Pistachio was done with his work and Thunderlane had to admit: the uniform definitely looked good. Amazing, actually. Pistachio had managed to give it a new, bolder look while also maintaining the simple elegance of it. Or, at least, that's what he told Thunderlane. Thunderlane himself wasn't much for fashion, but he had to admit that the kid had done good work. He dressed himself, gave Pistachio a grateful kiss of farewell, and offered him and invite to the show.
Two months later, Pistachio woke up from a restful sleep as the morning light began to creep in through the window of his bedroom. Around his body was wrapped the hooves of his lover, the wonderful stallion who had given him a chance and allowed him to really make a name for himself. He could feel Thunderlane's cock pressed against his rear, and couldn't help but grind teasingly against the sleeping stallion. He laughed as he heard Thunderlane moan in his sleep.
Part of him considered waking Thunderlane up and getting in a morning rut before getting to work, but Pistachio ignored that desire. Today was going to be a busy day, and he wanted to get an early start. He had to put the finishing touches on the Wonderbolts' uniform order and make sure everything was in order, then him and Thunderlane would be delivering them to their headquarters later this afternoon.
The months after the Royal Canterlot air show had been absolutely amazing for the young stallion. Thunderlane's new uniform design had been a big hit among his team mates, and Thunderlane had introduced him to all of them after the show. Press and media ponies had been there too, hammering Pistachio with questions about his inspirations, what his relationship to the Wonderbolts was, where he'd studied design and fashion, et cetera. It had all been a bit of a blur, really. But the end result had been his name becoming an overnight hit in the fashion world, and him being asked to redesign the entire Wonderbolt team's uniforms to give them and updated look. Ponies were already comparing him to Flair d'Mare, eager to see his final take on her traditional designs. The pressure to deliver had been nearly too much for the young pony.
Fortunatly, Thunderlane had been there to help and support him along the way. The two of them had began a formal relationship quickly after their first time together, and now lived happily together above Pistachio's increasingly popular shop. Of course, Thunderlane still had to split his time between their home and the barracks at Wonderbolt's HQ, but Pistachio didn't mind. Those brief absences just made it feel all the better when Thunder did return home and fucked Pistachio raw. Plus, Pistachio had to admit he did tend to be more productive on those days when there wasn't a handsome pegasus upstairs waiting to rail him against a wall.
As Pistachio stepped into his work room to begin his final alterations, he hummed happily as he worked. Already, orders were pouring in requesting his expertise. Once the Wonderbolts were kitted out in his new uniform and performing shoes wearing them, those orders would probably triple, or more. Pretty soon he was going to have to consider hiring assistants, and maybe moving into a larger space for his shop. All things to worry about later, though. For now, he was just going to enjoy the moment and his new found success. This was the beginning of a whole new chapter in his life. He wasn't worried though. Whatever happened, he knew Thunderlane would be right there behind him, keeping him safely wrapped up in those big, strong wings and hooves.
And preferably with his cock buried inside his ass.
Author's Note
Just a short and sweet clop fic written for a speedwriting contest. Wrote this in a couple hours, so apologies if it's a little rushed. At least I can rest assured it won't be the worst or most disappointing thing with "Nuts and Bolts" in the title. Looking at you, Rare.
Happy New Year, and enjoy the clop.
