If Sunburst didn't want to get pranked, why was he your boyfriend? And if he didn't want to be your boyfriend, why was he so cute? Checkmate atheists.
Take this afternoon nap he's having, for example. Your Sun Buddy is just lying there fast asleep, completely vulnerable. He's on his back, his cape open, his soft, slightly pudgy belly exposed, a book lying open next to him. How are you supposed to resist that? There are few things more beautiful than a sleeping twink. He's completely helpless lying there.
Part of you feels bad for disturbing him, but you gotta do something. Wouldn't want things to get boring around here. And besides, humans are predators.
The only question is what to do. There's the classic hoof in a bowl of warm water trick. Or you could do some decorating with a sharpie. Those are the first ideas that come to mind, but you're not quite in the mood for either.
You wonder what he's dreaming about suddenly. What's going on in that big brain of his as he snoozes peacefully? As you look up and down his body, it occurs to you that maybe you can put a dream or two in his head.
You carefully, lightly touch his plump horse balls. He doesn't stir. Good. You lick your lips, and lean in to smell his musk. He keeps himself pretty clean, so it's not a strong scent. Just a hint of masculinity mixed with his shampoo. It's lovely.
Oh you're hard now. As for him—this will be a delicate job. You run your finger along the rim of his sheath. Back and forth. You watch him carefully the whole time. His eyes stay closed and his breathing stays constant. His cock, though, begins to wake up. It grows ever so slightly firmer, just the barest hint of an erection. You continue your ministrations to spur it on, but it's hard not to get too eager and rush things. One finger, that's all you allow yourself. One finger down in his sheath. You stay mostly on the edge, every now and then dipping down to feel the tip of his penis.
Slowly but surely that tip comes out into the open air. You loosely wrap your hand around him as soon as there's enough shaft to do so. Feeling him swell is a magical thing.
He shifts slightly. Your breath catches for a second, but as you wait, he doesn't wake up. You switch to grinning instead. His dreams must be getting interesting now. They're only going to get more interesting.
He's nearing his full length now, a glorious orange and cream horsecock. You have to admit, human dicks just can't compete with stallions. Sunny says he's just an average size, but he's still got an absolute schlong. It tempts you. It looks delicious, and you know very well that it is. It's hard to resist, but blowjobs aren't subtle enough. You debate waking him up just so you can slobber on him and fill your mouth with cocksicle. Reluctantly, you leave that for another time. There will be plenty of opportunities for that. Chances to demonstrate your skill like this, however, are rarer.
You stroke his shaft. It's a slow, soft slide of your hand from is base up to the tip, until your fingers catch on the rim of his head, and then back down. His dreams must be getting steamier by the second.
Meanwhile you're rock hard. Your own dick is straining against your pants. You let the horny flow through you, directing it to your mission. For the moment, just holding Sunburst's cock is pleasure enough. There's enough to fill both of your hands with penis. You give him a gentle, gentle squeeze, savoring the warmth of that big horsedick. And it's all yours to play with.
Sunburst twitches. His hindquarters wriggle a little. Your grin gets even wider. You're really getting in there deep. You stop. Wouldn't want him to cum too soon, after all. For that matter, you're not completely sure you won't just jizz your pants. Watching his heartbeat thump through his stallionhood, his balls shifting slowly in their sack, it's all so beautiful.
He must be having a good time in his dreams. Even without your stimulation, he doesn't soften at all for a long time. He's definitely thinking about getting his ass plowed by somebody. Maybe even you? Wouldn't that be cute.
You could wait and see if this dream goes wet all on it's own, but that would require you to not play with his dick anymore. You take him up in your hands again. A real blowjob will have to wait for later, but bringing him to your lips for a kiss on the tip doesn't hurt anything.
You can't go back to the relaxed pace you had before. Your horniness has only been growing this whole time. You feel a familiar greed for his cum. You stroke and squeeze and stroke.
Sunburst bursts. A bead of his sweet nectar rolls onto your hand, just before the geyser erupts. His seed spurts high into the air and comes splattering back down on his body. Amazingly he doesn't wake, though an unconscious moan does spill out of his mouth.
An elated satisfaction floods you. It's not an orgasm. It's just the sound of your Sunburst's moan of pleasure, the sight of him covered in his own cum, the knowledge of the endorphins racing through him. He is having very good dreams, and you are the reason. Take that, Princess Luna. You start to laugh. Now that is a prank.
Confused horse noises join your laughter as Sunny wakes up. "Wuh? Anon?"
You just keep cackling. "You have good dreams there, buddy?"
He looks down at himself and the mess you made. "Wh-What did you do?" He blushes. "Hold on—"
You toss him his dream journal before he can finish asking for it. The "what just happened?" conversation gets put on hold as he scribbles in it. He likes to make sure he gets as many details of his dreams down as possible, and that means writing right away—even if he's covered in semen. He's a dork like that, and you love it.
You lay down next to him propped up on your arm. He scribbles furiously for a few minutes.
"So, uh"
"Yeah, I jacked you off while you were sleeping," you say. You reach over and scoop up a drop of cum from his chest and eat it. It's cooled off by now, but you still like his taste. "You looked hot, what was I supposed to do?"
He's super easy to fluster. It takes a long time before he can form full sentences. He gets up to clean himself off while you read what he wrote. Your side was plenty fun, but you're eager to see what he thought. And my oh my, was he having a good time.
He comes back and lays down next to you again when he's done "Thanks, Anon, that felt good. I guess we can add somnophilia to the list." He summons the long scroll of sex stuff that you guys have done from the bedroom and writes on it. He writes everything down.
You put your arm around him. You have to say, horse boyfriends are a lot fluffier and cuddlier than human ones could ever hope to be. "Oh is that what it's called?" It's funny. You've been the one to introduce him to most of the things on that list, yet he always knows the name right away. His mind is a lot dirtier than he'll admit.
Sure enough, there's a little blush of embarassment in his cheeks at being called out. "You dirty, dirty stallion." You pull him close for a kiss.
