Twelve Days of Buckmas

Flash trotted through Saddle Row, his hooves scrunching on newly fallen snow. Though the neon lights of the bustling nightlife were turned off, and most establishments were closed until night once more arrived, there was still a trickle of ponies along the thoroughfare.

From experience, he knew they were mainly cleaning staff hired to clean out the raunchy after effects of a sex centric borough. Plus a number of customers for the breakfast joints that opened the morning after to alleviate hangovers and early morning regrets.

For the first day in a while, Flash trotted about in his natural state, a minimal amount of effort put into self grooming — most of which focused on solely his mane — and with a good pump from a morning workout routine once described as ‘positively barbaric’ by Princess Cadance.

Thankfully, this was okay for his next client who had stated that they like to play rough and disliked gussying up.

Definitely a change of pace from his time with Twinkleshine the night before.

A glance to his right revealed his destination: the Day Pounder; a breakfast diner with the best pancakes on the Row, and private rooms for some morning sausage to go along with them.

He stepped into the classic diner. A jukebox wailed out old hits from several decades past. The restaurant screamed disco aesthetic with black and white tiled floors, cramped fake leather booths, and the smell of greasy food.

Waving a wing to gain the attention of a server, Flash trotted towards the front counter. A stallion dressed in a waitress uniform and a flattering amount of makeup, zipped along the front counter pouring coffee for bleary eyed patrons before coming towards Flash.

“Good morning, sweetie,” he said in a chipper voice, “what can I do for you?”

“Good morning to you too,” Flash replied with an easygoing smile, “I’m here for somepony in the back under the name of ‘mighty spear’?”

The server’s grin widened to nearly split the pony’s face in half. “So, you’re here to see one of my regulars then?” Flash nodded. “Well, he certainly caught himself quite the catch this time.”

“Thanks, I try.” Flash chuckled. “Could you point me in the right direction?”

Pointing a hoof towards the back end of the restaurant, the server answered, “Just through the door in the back, down the corridor, and it will be room 17 on your right.”

With a small salute, Flash trotted in the indicated direction as the server returned to their customers. Once at the door, Flash took in the rough wood and the painted-on symbol of a peach before shoving the door open.

He continued into a dimly lit corridor with rows of wooden doors on either side with numbered plates hammered into the front. He scanned the numbers as he went, and finally arrived at his destination: room number 17.

A gentle push allowed Flash entry into a small room with shag carpeting, light green painted walls, and a surprisingly upscale bed that didn’t fit in with the cheap aesthetic. Two bedside tables loaded with various sexual necessities stood on either side of the headboard and a series of three side-by-side paintings of a bird in flight took up the far wall.

Facing away from himwas a massive brown furred pegasus with a wavy blue mane buzz cut along the sides. He turned around. “Oh, hey! You must be the Buck Elf Princess Cadence assigned me, pleasure to— ah!” He yelped and scrambled back against the wall.

Flash grinned. “Hey, Spearhead, long shift?”

“Flash!” Spear’s face flushed as he tried to escape by climbing up the wall he was pressed up against. “What are you doing here?!”

“Exactly what you just said. I’m your Buck Elf.” Flash tilted his head. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“Not you!” Spear exclaimed. “I mean, you’re fine. There’s nothing wrong with you. I just—” he clamped his mouth shut. “You’re into stallions?”

“I’m into anyone that treats me nicely and has fun bits to play with, but, yeah, I’m into stallions, among others.”

“What do you mean by—” Spear shook his head. “Not important. So, you’re here to… have sex with me?” Flash nodded his head with a bemused smirk as Spear gulped. “Oh, so you are, that’s cool. Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool…”

“Are you okay, Spear?” Flash asked. “If you’re uncomfortable, I could—”

“No!” Spear waved his hooves. “No, it’s fine, I just—” he darted his eyes about the room avoiding looking at Flash directly, “you won’t tell anyone else in the guard that I’m into stallions?”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Flash answered. “If you don’t want others to know, it’s not my place to tell them.”

With the verbal confirmation, Spear visibly relaxed and lowered himself back to his rump. “Okay, great. Thanks, Flash.”

“No problem, but…” Flash hesitated for a moment before taking the plunge, “why is it such a big deal that no one knows, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Spear bit his lip. “I’m just not comfortable with everyone knowing, and I don’t know how my guard mates will react if they knew. My stallion pals are all about mares, and…” he trailed off.

“It’s okay, Spear, I get it. I never had to deal with it myself since I’ve been attached to Cadance from the start of my career, but… I get it.”

“Yeah, it’s… not great.” Spear forced a chipper smile onto his face. “But enough about that! I never would have expected you of all poniesto be working as a Buck Elf.”

“Cadance talked me into it.” Flash thought back to the circumstances leading up to his agreement. “Well, coerced might be more appropriate, but I am willing.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Spear scanned Flash’s body with no small amount of lust. “You know, I gotta say I’m pretty lucky. If I could talk about it later, this would be a huge brag with the guard mares.”

Flash grinned. “Because you managed to have sex with Princess Cadance’s personal bodyguard and Captain of the Guard?”

“Nah, that I had sex with the Flash Sentry.” Flash’s grin faltered. “Wait, do you not know about your reputation in the guard?” Flash shook his head. Spear’s grin widened and took on a mischievous glint. “Oh, this is going to be fun to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Flash asked nervously.

“That you’re the cold hearted stud of the Heart Guard.” Flash looked at Spear baffled. “It’s true! Everyone thinks you’re one of the hottest stallions, but completely unavailable with how unapproachable you are on the job. They call you cold hearted and scarier than a drill sergeant.”

“Unapproach—” Flash sputtered. “Are you kidding me?! I worked as a stripper before this! I’ve had tons of ponies approach me!” He snorted indignantly. “Perfectly fine I might add!”

“You worked as a what?!” Spear asked with a manic gleam in his eye.

“I was one of the top hosts at the Gander House and was booked solid as a sex worker.” Flash groaned. “Ugh, and those outfits I had to wear on the job were awful. All tight, form fitting schlock that got into everything.”

Spear dashed across the room and stopped just short of Flash. He clapped his hooves excitedly as Flash leaned away from him. “Bucking sun spots, this is amazing. I haven’t heard such juicy gossip since the big dick poll six months back.”

“The what?!” Flash asked incredulously.

Spear waved a wing dismissively. “Never mind that. It was just a bunch of straight stallions being weirdly competitive. I am much more interested in this secret history you have.”

“It’s not a secret!” Flash yelled indignantly. “I’m super open about it! I just don’t bring it up in every conversation I have since most ponies are uncomfortable with it.” Then he added under his breath, “mostly because they all get annoyingly judgey.”

“Okay, so you didn’t start it in the guard, but then why and how did you become Cadance’s personal guard?”

“She asked me too!” Flash answered in exasperation. “I went through the requisite examinations, scored high, and proved that I was the best suited candidate for the job.” He snorted. “It’s not my fault that most ponies can’t speak ten different languages.”

“You can speak ten different languages?”

“I grew up in the poorer parts of Canterlot which is a hodgepodge of different cultures that the Canterlot elite don’t approve of.” He rolled his eyes. “If you bother to say hello to any of them, most would happily teach you stuff like their native tongues, which is useful for a Princess whose primary function is to be a diplomat.”

“That’s incredible.” Spear fidgeted with his hooves. “Makes me feel kind of inadequate in comparison.”

“You kidding me, Spear?” Flash jabbed him playfully with a wing. “You have perfect attendance, are one of the only guards that can pass the daily observation tests, and the only guard I know with no record.” He smirked. “Though, apparently, they should have added shameless gossip to that list.”

Spear’s face flushed. “I like being in the know, but!” He raised a wing with a single primary feather pointed up. “I’m only average in the looks department. There are tons of others in the garrison who are better looking than I am.”

“Oh, please. Look at yourself, my stud.” Flash threw his wings open in Spear’s direction. “You make me feel small and there aren’t many Pegasi that can manage that feat.” He pushed himself up against Spear’s chest with his own and flexed, bunching up the hard muscle. The top of Flash’s head only came up to the stallion’s chin. “Come on, give me a flex, big guy.”

Bright red in embarrassment from the praise, Spear did as he was asked. He flexed his chest which caused Flash to get bumped back by the force of it.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about!” Flash said with a wide grin. “You’re big, hard working, and fun to be around. You’re already a total stud.” He made a spinning motion with his wing. “Give me a show, big guy.”

Feeling more confident with Flash’s encouragement, Spear made a show of moving into different positions and showing off how beefy he was. For his part, Flash would interject with a cat call or compliment at the right moments.

As Flash watched he noted the difference in size between the two of them. Where he was close to the size of a draft pony, Spear was the size of a draft pony. Flash prided on being well balanced, but Spear was significantly more top heavy, having hefty bulk all along his upper body and leaner lower with a well toned rump.

Flash’s dick had already unsheathed and begun dripping precum onto the floor.

“Nice,” Flash said as Spear returned to his original position with flaming red cheeks, “how are you feeling?”

“Really good, like really good,” Spearhead rubbed a hoof along one foreleg. “I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this comfortable before with another stallion.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Now, what do you want to do?”

Spear scrunched up his face in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“What do you want to do sexually? Do you want to just do oral, or do you want to try something more on the kinkier side?”

Spear’s ears perked. “No one has asked me that before. I guess…” he hung his head, a nervous expression on his face, “no, sorry that’s—”

“Hey, Spear, it’s okay,” Flash said reassuringly, “I’m not going to judge you based on what you like. Just talk to me.”

He bit his lip. “W-well, I mean, I really like it when you call me, big guy. It feels… good.”

“Alright, big guy,” Flash emphasized the ‘big’ with a pop which caused Spear to tense up. “What else?”

“I like to top and I-I—” Spear gulped. “Like to be a bit… rough.”

“Hey, I love a top that can really rail into me. Anything else?”

“I like it when my bottom is whiny!” Spear suddenly burst out. He clamped a hoof over his mouth and, with some gently nudging from Flash, managed to continue. “I just really like when the stallion under me is begging for it, but also kind of being rude about it, if that makes sense?”

“You like brats,” at Spear’s confused expression, Flash continued, “it’s a BDSM term. No worries, I know what you’re looking for. Haven’t had a good whine in a while. Is that all?”

“Would you be up for a piledriver?”

Flash’s ears perked as he wagged his tail and fluttered his wings at his side. “A piledriver? Ah, Tartarus, yeah! You can handle it up top?”

Spear stepped back in surprise. “Y-yeah, I just never found a partner able or willing to do it.”

“Well, you’re in luck because not only can I do it, it’s one of my favourite positions.” Flash moved closer until his muzzle was up close to Spear’s own. “Is that everything you want?”

“Y-yeah,” Spear flustered, as he leaned forward expectantly.

“Good. Safe word is mango,” Flash turned away and trotted over to the bed, flicking his tail at Spear’s snout giving him a heavy whiff of Flash’s scent.

Following Flash’s ample flanks, Spear watched as Flash leapt onto the bed and flipped himself onto his back with his half-hard cock smacking his undercarriage. He stuck his tongue out at him. Spear straightened up and snorted indignantly.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, “We were just about to kiss!”

“That sounds booooooooring,” Flash whined, “I don’t wanna.”

Smirking in satisfaction, Flash watched Spear’s hefty member slap his belly. His breathing became heavy as lust immediately filled his expression.

“Listen,” Spear said angrily, his wagging tail giving away his actual mood, “you’re here for me, so you should be doing what I want.”

“Buuuuuuuuut, I don’t really feel like doing everything you say,” Flash answered.

Spear hefted himself onto the bed and planted his forehooves on either side of Flash’s head. He glared at him. This was swiftly broken by a quick smooch for Flash on the end of his snout and a cheeky grin.

“Okay, you—” Flash pecked him on the mouth. “Hey! Stop—” He pecked him again. Spear shoved his snout against his to hold him in place. “Now, look here you brat.” He stuck out his tongue.

Lowering his body, Spear pinned Flash underneath him, grinding their cocks together. “Now, you’re asking for it.”

“It’s not my fault you keep missing your chance to kiss me,” Flash said playfully.

“Then I’ll just take the opportunity,” Spear answered.

He forced his lips against Flash’s and broke in with his tongue, kissing him in earnest. Flash allowed entry, giving Spear free access to the depths of his mouth. Flash was salty, a surprising, but welcome taste to Spear.

Feeling impish, Flash gyrated his hips, sliding his cock up along Spear’s bigger member. He was rewarded with a heated moan and shivers of pleasure from Spear who continued to passionately make out with him.

Spurred on by his horny moans, Flash rocked his hips back and forth. Soon, every time Flash hit Spear’s flared tip with his own, a shot of precum would squirt out coating Flash’s chest with translucent fluid.

“Knock that off,” Spear growled. Flash slowed down to a sensual crawl, increasing the sensual pleasure Spear felt. “I told you to — umf — stop.”

“I don’t want to,” Flash replied.

Spear pulled back with a glare and hard wagging of his tail. “You looking for a punishment, brat?”

“Only if you do it hard, big guy.”

With an excited snort, Spear pulled himself onto his hooves, lifted Flash off the bed and spun him onto his front. Flash yelped in surprise. Concerned, Spear leaned in close and whispered, “Mango?”

“All good, just not used to being thrown around at my size. You’re doing great, Spear.” Flash neglected to mention the massive dollop of pre that had shot out of him from the motion.

“O-okay.” Spear raised himself up again. “Now, apologize for messing with me.”

Flash shook his flanks playfully, which Spear watched with rapt attention. “Buck me?” He asked.

Spear snorted, his face flushed and ears perked. “That’s not a proper apology,” he tried to growl, but came out more as an excited whimper.

“Buck me now?” Flash replied as he grinded his rump up against Spear’s rigid member.

Spear flattened his upper body against Flash, causing his face to implant into the soft sheets of the bed. His rump was raised high in a downward dog position and pressed up against Spear’s rigid penis.

“Good colts, get rutted,” Spear whispered as he burrowed his snout into Flash’s mane. “Good colts also say they’re sorry,” he growled out the last word for emphasis.

Moaning in bliss as Spear grinded his cock against the top of his rump, Flash flicked his tail in anticipation. “I’m sorry, big guy. I didn’t mean it. I just really want you inside me.”

Spear nuzzled the side of Flash’s face who hummed appreciatively at the contact. He teased Flash’s ponut with the flare of his cock, tapping against his back door. “That’s a good colt, now beg for it.”

Biting his lip to hold back a horny moan, Flash whined, “N-no, can’t you just put it in, please?”

“That doesn’t sound like begging.” Spear nipped at Flash’s ear who whimpered playfully.

“F-fine. Please, please put it in,” Flash said. “I need you in me. I’m a good colt, I deserve to get rutted like one.”

“See, was that so hard.” Spear nuzzled Flash again. “Now, let’s get this started.”

Pulling Flash’s tail up with a wing, Spear pressed the tip of his flare into Flash’s hole who widened their eyes in panic. “Mango! Mango! MANGO!”

Immediately pulling out, he raised himself off of Flash and said in a panicked voice, “Oh, buck, are you alright? What happened? What do you—”

“Hey, hey, calm down, Spear. You didn’t hurt me at all.” Flash looked over his withers with a teasing grin. “You’re just a thick guy, and, as somepony who only infrequently bottoms, I’m going to need you to lube us both up first.”

Spear’s face turned bright red. “R-right, lube. I didn’t— ah!” He ruffled his mane with both hooves in embarrassed frustration. “I’ll do that now.”

Working quickly, Spear used his hooves and wings to grab and spread lube from the bedside table along both his own shaft and Flash’s ponut. After thorough lubrication, Spear returned to his previous position.

“So, uh, good colts— colts do— you, ah—” Flash chuckled as Spear struggled to get back into his previous gruff demeanor. “Oh, buck it, I’m putting it in now.”

Lining up his cock with Flash’s ring, Spear eased his dick in. Flash moaned as he felt his dick fill him up, biting down on the sheets as he squirmed. He wriggled his rump to try and take in more of Spear, but he pulled back leaving only the tip barely inside. Flash whimpered.

“I control the pace, brat,” Spear said gruffly, “I’ll go in on my time, not yours.”

Begrudgingly, Flash stopped his movements. Once settled, Spear continued his forward advance, pushing in inch after inch meaty cock, stretching Flash towards his limits. With every moan, Flash was filled up more and more, groaning in ecstasy of having hot flesh buried inside of him.

The medial ring slid in with a pop and Flash winced. “You okay?” Spear asked in concern.

“Yeah, I just don’t think I can fit anymore.”

Spear nodded and pulled back to his tip. He bit down on Flash’s mane and slammed himself forward back past his medial ring. Flash cried out in sexual bliss.

“Yes! Just like that, big guy,” Flash cried out as Spear snorted happily at the praise, “keep doing that. Buck, it feels so goooood.”

He started up a steady rhythm as he pounded into Flash over and over. Flash’s tongue lolled out of his mouth as moaned and whimpered happily. Precum spilled from his dick in a steady stream soaking the sheets.

Flash was in euphoric bliss. He was filled to the brim with Spear’s meat and loved every second of it. Each thrust was another burst of pleasure in his brain.

Soon enough, he felt the every familiar pressure building in his cock. “Buck, buck, BUCK!” Flash cried out as cum exploded from his tip and coated his chest, belly, and sheets in creamy white.

Still rock hard, Spear slowed down to a stop and panted atop of Flash. He drew himself back into a standing position, his dick still buried up to the medial ring in Flash’s ponut.

He took in the aftermath of Flash’s eruption, the pony in question panting with a blissful smile on his face. “Buck, that was hot,” Spear said.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Flash said in a dazed voice. “Now, let’s get you off.”

“You need me to dismount?” Spear asked.

“Well, I meant helping you cum, but, yes, I’ll need you to dismount.”

“Dropping the bratty persona?” Spear brought his penis out in a fluid motion. It came out with a pop and rested on Flash’s rump, rock hard and leaking pre.

“For this, yeah.” Flash took a moment to stretch and get the kinks out of his back. “But, I’ll be keeping the nickname, big guy.”

Spear wagged his tail happily at the assertion.

Taking a moment to run through a few quick stretches for the feat he was planning to perform, Flash said, “Buck, Spear, you really stretched me out.” He grinned lecherously. “Let’s see if you can do it more.”

Spear gulped. “H-how?”

With little warning, Flash rolled forward and thrust his ponut directly under Spear’s snout. Spear released an excited snort as he took in the upward view of Flash’s cock head dangling tantalizingly close to his mouth, an upside down smirk on his lips.

The scent of his own pre and Flash’s natural musk wafted into his nostrils and set Spear’s mind ablaze.

“You were talking about wanting to do a piledriver earlier,” Flash said. “You wanna go in the deep depths, big guy?”

Vibrating in excitement, Spear lifted his front forelegs up and braced them against the wall. Once steady, he used one hoof to maneuver his cock downward and angled right into Flash’s previously used hole.

With significantly more ease, Spear dove his cock down past his medial ring causing Flash to release a moan of pleasure. “That’s it, ease it in, big guy.”

Spear gave a snort and placed both his forelegs on Flash’s thick back legs using them as supports. He started pumping up and down, bouncing off of Flash’s muscular flanks. Each downward thrust caused them to ripple, a tantalizing sight for Spear based on his excited snorts.

As he continued his energetic thrusts, Spear sunk deeper into Flash getting closer to fully hilting within him. Meanwhile, Flash’s flared tip had reached the edge of his lips.

Flash gave a lick tasting the excess discharge of his last expulsion. Spear panted heavily as he watched Flash lick around the bulb, flicking his tongue along the ridges.

“Buck, Flash, that’s hot.” Spear licked his lips. “I don’t suppose you could— I mean, if you can’t it’s…” he trailed off.

With an impish smirk, Flash began working the bulb of his cock into his mouth, Spear working himself ever deeper into Flash.

Flash worked the full tip into his mouth, then an inch down his shaft moaning as he swallowed a few dollops of salty cum from his own cock. Spear felt his dick pulse as he hit new highs of pleasure.

As he rocked back and forth on Flash’s stretched out hole, he was enraptured by Flash working on his own cock. As Flash released his own dick with a pop, Spear finally bottomed out on Flash’s rump, his balls smacking against his ample flanks.

“Buck.” Spear cried out as Flash playfully flicked his tip with his tongue. “Buck!” He felt his balls clench down, his willpower losing out to the sensory overload he was experiencing. “BUCK!”

Cum exploded out of Spear. It filled Flash close to burst who cried out in ecstasy, then spilled out over Spear’s legs and the bed underneath. Spray from the initial explosion splashed onto Spear’s undercarriage and all along Flash coating him in a second layer of white.

“Bit pent up there, big guy?” Spear nodded as he panted heavily in exertion. “Come here then, take a rest.” Flash opened his wings invitingly. “You deserve a break with how well you did.”

Spear dismounted, allowing any excess to spill out from Flash’s abused hole, and let himself collapse onto Flash’s hard chest. He buried his nose into Flash’s cum drenched fluff and took a heavy whiff, huffing in contentment.

“You had fun?” Flash asked. Spear nodded his head too exhausted to answer properly. “Good to hear.”

Flash eased his head back onto the somewhat cum splattered pillow and relaxed in post coital bliss.

“Hey, Flash?” The pony in question grunted. “Thanks for being my Buck Elf. It was…” Spear smiled contentedly. “Really fun.”

Flash hummed in agreement and dozed off for a mid morning nap with Spear following him shortly after safely entwined within Flash’s forelegs.