Cliches Aren't Always Bad
It really wasn't bad. Sunburst bit his lip as he walked around Zaola. It was funny, but it wasn't bad. Zaola, on the other hand, thought it was quite bad. Quite unfunny too, really. A bad and unfunny experience all around.
To backtrack, it all began with a simple bet: was this book written by H.R. Hoofmyer, or J.T. Hoofmyer? Sunburst was unsure, as he always was, but still willing to wager on it. Zaola, on the other hand, was very sure of himself. Sure enough to place the bet, even.
Zaola had only been Sunburst's assistant-in-training for about 3 weeks now, but the two had formed a steadfast bond. Zaola was smart, especially in some of the more esoteric subjects that Sunburst struggled in like Zebrican writing, ecology, and the botany. He was also fairly confident, especially around his comparatively demure teacher. He was quick to give his input and willing to be wrong. This was great for Sunburst, as it turned out. Correcting mistakes, and mistakes were numerous, had managed to coax him out of his shell in the last few weeks, letting him become more confident in his own extensive knowledge on many subjects. It was in these regular bits of friction, the rare times where Sunburst got to assert himself over a situation--getting the dominant role in an interaction at that--that Sunburst managed to also notice one crucial detail about his assistant-in-training: he was very attractive.
Zaola was slim, lithe, taught, and whatever other adjectives could be applied. He had a swimmer's body, but a little bulkier, and a weightlifter's body, but more supple. The kind of mystique that, Sunburst noted, must have something to do with the exotic nature of his partner permeated his form. Each of his shapes, his curves and angles almost seemed to have the air shimmer around them. Everything from his jawline, seeming just a bit sharper than ponies may ever be; his eyes, a sharp shade of green; his back, the stripes accentuating every muscle as it rippled underneath the skin; his ass, firm but in a different shape from any pony Sunburst had seen. Zaola was a specimen. One that was appreciated.
Books seemed to fall more often. Fans seemed to be blowing just strong enough to move tails away from backsides. The heat in the office seemed to be up a little higher. All of these advances may seem creepy, sure, Sunburst was self aware enough for that. There was one critical difference that made Sunburst's lasciviousness different from garden variety harassment, however: Zaola liked it.
Every time a book fell, he was there, even though Sunburst had magic, to bend over, much longer than needed sometimes, to pick it up. He would stand in front of the standing fans, explaining something slowly as his tail flew in the breeze. The heat, oh the heat was perfect, Sunburst stood downwind every time Zaola stood in front of one of those fans. His smell was familiar, even beyond the mystique, just the staple, salty male scent. They both knew what was going on. They both liked it.
So what was Sunburst looking at right now? Was it the supple body of his young assistant? Yes! But that wasn't it. See, his assistant's ego, and the bet that resulted from it, had some interesting effects: a very cliché maid outfit.
It was always a maid outfit. It was a staple of porn for a reason. It hadn't even been Sunburst that had suggested it. "If it isn't J.T. I'll buy a maid outfit and wear it!" That was it. Both of them knew the weight that carried. Virile young men they were, they both knew the result of this situation, they had both seen enough porn. It was as soon as that aspect of the challenge was created that Sunburst knew he was right. No one makes a bet to wear a maid outfit unless they want to lose.
So they were here: each of those exotic curves, each of those stripes, they were all contained in the tightest, frilliest, girliest maid outfit imaginable. Sunburst had considered Zaola attractive, but never girlish. This outfit drove any compunction of masculinity out the window. A sash around the hips, a poofy skirt that reached pretty far down--more modest than the outfit would be expected to be--and the fabric being let out in all the right places; the outfit made him positively cute. Similarly, a touch that was beyond what the bet had even entailed, there were two very nice thigh high socks on each of his back legs, pink and white too.
"So what should I clean?" He spoke with such trepidation. Even though he was taller than Sunburst, Sunburst felt larger. He puffed his chest a bit, intaking some breath. Perfume too. He almost burst out laughing, but then he noticed that there was a little bit of blush on Zaola's cheeks even. He wanted this for real.
"Start with the books. Dust them thoroughly while I work." Sunburst was surprised at the authority with which he spoke. Zaola bowed, complete with a little curtsey, and trotted off. Sunburst could only see the briefest glimpses of his hind legs as he walked off. Now the thing is, as I'm sure the reader will know, clothes aren't the norm around these parts. Sunburst had not only seen Zaola's legs before, but thanks to the help of his fans he had also caught regular sight of his balls on numerous occasions, even seeing his asshole once or twice. However, with this outfit, with the makeup, Sunburst felt the circumstance shift. He wanted to see more. He wanted to do more.
He read swiftly. He had too. He had a lot of work to do, and he knew that the constant glances at Zaola would eat into his time. Even with his heightened pace, he still was well behind on his research by lunchtime. Zaola was having fun. Little skips and prances sent the skirt far enough up to give good peeks at his upper thighs. Stretch-stretch-stretching as far as possible to reach the top shelf without having to use the step ladder, riding the hem of the skirt up almost-but-not-quite to the bottom of his ass cheek, leaving his tail to sway just a bit, giving only a peripheral sight of his orbs underneath, barely contained by a set of white lace cotton panties. Sunburst had noticed the choker that he had chosen to go with the outfit, and he wondered how it would hold between his teeth.
Behind as he was, he didn't mind. A new development had begun. The only part of Zaola he hadn't really seen, the one part that many creatures could naturally hide, was his penis. He had been curious. The topic almost came to a head, pun intended, when they had been discussing the myth of the vast difference between species' penis sizes. Zaola had made some off comment to the effect of "Zebricans may not always be above average, but I'm above average for a Zebrican" followed by a chuckle. Sunburst had left it alone, this still being relatively early into their professional relationship, but the question had still been locked in the back of his mind.
It was being answered now, though...maybe. There was no way. the hem of the skirt rode further up on the back of his legs massively, as dresses did for many quadrupeds, but in the front it nearly hung to the ground. Only a few inches, less than a hoof's-length, of open air was there. However, as Zaola walked by, one of the fans catching his flank and blowing the smell of the fragrant perfume--with just the tinge of sweat and musk of course--his way, Sunburst saw a black knob bob down past the end of his skirt. Paying attention to his assistant, Sunburst saw what must be the unmistakable bob of a cock, dropped from it's sheath but not fully hard, dangle from below the skirt with every step. Sunburst scooted into his desk more, his own cock, having been hard all morning, scraping against the underside of the laminated wood in a none-too-comfortable way.
"Hey, Zaola!" Sunburst called, not looking up from his work.
With a few clippity-clops Zaola pranced over like a pony who's dick wasn't practically dragging on the ground. "Yes, boss!"
Sunburst pivoted, keeping his bottom half hidden, "go ahead and rear up and give me a good look at the whole outfit."
"What?"
"I never got a full look before you started." His eyebrow was raised confidently.
"Oh. Sure."
They both knew the game at this point. It was just a matter of playing it right.
Zaola stood on his back hooves, towering himself over Sunburst, but keeping his legs together and his posture tight in a way that kept him submissive seeming. His skirt evened as he stood, lengthening in the back and, more importantly, pulling up in the front. Zaola stood uneasily for a moment, letting his balance work out, giving Sunburst a long look at about 4 inches of cock, drooping down just below the skirt.
Zaola balanced back on one hoof and gave a dainty spin, the weight and length of his member catching his skirt behind him and letting his long rod sway in the breeze. Sunburst felt his cock twitch against the bottom of his desk.
"Do you like it?" His voice pitched up just a bit as he spoke. Expectant.
"Very very nice. I like the skirt."
"Oh really!?" Zaola reached his two forehooves down, grabbing a clump of the material and lifting it up, showing his entire front half for just a moment before he harumphed the fabric back down. Sunburst only had enough time to register the length of the member, a true third leg as it was, but he wanted a better look. All in time.
"Carry on," Sunburst began. He twisted in his chair a bit, letting his cock swing out from under the desk, the dark head of his cock pointing straight up at Zaola.
"Of course. I'll clean the artefacts." Zaola went back down to all fours and went off.
Back to work, back to work. His own erection had wilted quite a bit with Zaola out of sight, cleaning the artefacts in the other room, moaning lightly as he did so. Wait.
Sunburst twitched his ear to the side, getting a better angle on the sound. It was moaning. Sunburst looked at the page that he was on. He had done enough work for the day.
"Zaola!"
"Y-yes?"
"Come out here please"
There was a pause. Zaola knew that this had to be the end of the back and forth. It was a feeling in his gut. Both of them had to know the final level of the game was approaching.
It looked ridiculous. His long skirt was drawn up, pulled tight on the back of his legs, riding up to his ass cheeks with all the fabric that was being pulled to the front. His long, long cock was up against his belly. Well, really, it was almost up against his neck, the thick shaft practically quivering as it wrought its way through every part of the dress's form. It really was a sight. Zaola could practically bend down and take his head into his mouth without moving anything more than his neck. In fact, that thought in his head.
"You seem to have missed a spot in there. I guess I have to do everything. Sit." Sunburst turned, his own cock on display again for just a moment as he hopped off of his seat. With an "after-you" motion, Zaola jumped up onto the chair, Sitting with both legs together in a cute pose, his magnificent member poking his skirt back and leaving the head of his cock just under his chin.
"You missed something riiiiight here~" He leaned in, bringing his hoof down on Zaola's lap, and slid his muzzle down, brushing his cheek on his cock head, and kissing Zaola's neck lightly. Just letting his lips tickle his assistant's fur, he pulled back. "And here~" Sunburst lidded his eyes as he brought his lips in. The two froze in the first phase of the kiss, letting the moment take hold. Once the roots were established, Sunburst sighed as he leaned in more, wrapping his other hoof behind Zaola's back, and resting his body on Zaola's as they sat. Sunburst's own cock, as reasonable as it was for a pony, found purchase on Zaola's rod. Losing himself a bit, Sunburst squirmed, writhing his cock around a bit on his friend's as his tongue padded back and forth on Zaola's lips, waiting for entry.
Zaola's tongue finally shot out and the two simply lashed their tongues at each other, Sunburst rubbing his hooves on Zaola's thigh and back. Zaola's own hooves came up, reaching under Sunburst's cloak, patting down the fur on his chest and running lightly down his torso. As his hooves came down to Sunburst's cock he pulled back from the kiss, gasping. He twitched away at the touch, not wanting to blow his load too soon.
"Turn around." The order was short and simple, and Zaola took no time complying. On all fours, ass raised in the air, tail flagged, pulling the skirt to the side. It was a sight to be sure. A tight, black ringed ponut, the stripes stretched across his ass cheeks to really accentuate his curves, his taint seeming scrumptious as his balls, thick and heavy, though not entirely proportional to the leviathan nature of his cock, it was quite a sight.
Sunburst wasted no time. A wide flat tongue came forward and dragged from the back of his balls up, across, and over his taint and asshole before flicking off of his dock. He repeated the motion a few more sultry times. He craned down, sucking each of Zaola's nuts into his mouth gently, rolling his tongue over each of the orbs before letting it fall. He slid his tongue sideways up the back of Zaola's sack before tickling around the rim of his ponut with the tip of his tongue.
Sunburst ran his hooves over the fabric of the skirt, enjoying the feel of the material as he wetted his tongue and rimmed his assistant. He didn't go for long. Enjoyable as it was, the rimming was just for show. Sunburst had suspected the day would come to this, and with a flash of his horn some lube was pulled out from his desk. Multitasking alongside the masters, Sunburst drizzled some of the lube on his cock while beginning to probe his tongue past the surface of his asshole.
Zaola was well trained, breathing out deeply to relax as Sunburst's long stallion tongue probed its way up up up into his assistant. He hooked his tongue down, feeling along the bottom walls of his ass until he found a reaction, rubbing his tongue up and down along Zaola's prostate a few times, hearing the zebra mewl with satisfaction.
It was nothing fancy. With a simple motion he executed the same, basic, animalistic mount that most animals perform for mating. Sunburst rubbed his barrel against the material of the dress, the firm contact bringing him back to the reality of the raw, muscular power of stallion under him. He hooked his hooves underneath the broad barrel of his partner, finding them meeting over the shaft of his cock.
Finding the fortune had thus far favored the bold, Sunburst twitched his hips forward, shimmying the head of his cock back and forth inside Zaola's ass for just a moment, acclimating both of them to the events that would follow. Zaola only let out a moan, keeping the bravado from his voice so that it was no more than a high pitched hum.
Finally finding out, Sunburst leaned down and gently grabbed the collar in his teeth, pulling ever so lightly, leading Zoala's body back slowly until he sheathed himself on Sunburst's cock. From there on the proceedings were simple and forceful. Keeping his grip around his sides and on his neck, Sunburst pounded away, shifting his hooves up and down on Zaola's cock as they went. The same high pitched moans and hums pitched their way through the room as the two of them, properly edged by a long time of teasing, seemed to mutually agree they were close.
Each thrust radiated a pleasure through Zaola, a pleasure only compounded by Sunburst's ministrations on his cock. Tightness gripped his lower abdomen as his finish was fast approaching. Sunburst grunted hard in his ear, yanking his choker back. Pounding away nonetheless, Sunburst shot rope after rope of thick cum into Zaola. The motion and the pull on the choker and the feeling of being filled more and more with each part of the load, it all sent him over the edge. His balls tightened as his monster cock twitched. His dress was ruined, or at least it would be in a world without magic. His chest and face only caught some incidental spatterings as the majority of his potent load shot its way onto the floor.
There was a pause, Sunburst still inside of his assistant as he began to wilt, where they both simply breathed.
"It's got to be the maid outfits," Zaola spoke. "The maid outfits just make ponies gay."
Author's Note
Written while drunk off of a drunk dare, this story is purely the clop that I wanted, so I spent the evening making it.
