Thunderclap and Trap

“Woooooooo! Yeah!!!” Alex shouted, bolting to his feet as a mohawked stallion zoomed by the bleachers.

His adulation was mirrored by the masses of ponies in the stands all around him, whooping and hollering for the wonderbolts flitting above. The show was amazing, despite having seen many of its kind before, yet his eyes stayed glued to a very particular pegasus. His interest wasn’t just because the stallion was well-built and handsome, nor because the fleeting glimpses of the bulge at the stud’s groin were tantalizing - no, his fixation with Thundelane had started months prior on a very particular day. Though he hadn’t expected nor really tried to find a special somepony for Hearts and Hooves day, fate had seemingly intervened.

Though he still couldn’t explain how he’d ended up in Equestria, he’d acclimated to his sudden and wholly surprising relocation with relative ease. The ponies of the land were as friendly as they were colorful, helping him get a job and welcoming him with open forelegs - still, it had taken a bit of time to get used to conversing with magical equines on a daily basis! It hadn’t taken him much time to get his feet beneath him, securing a modest apartment and a decent gig at a local bakery, yet life quickly dealt him another stunning blow.

He’d been in the middle of a shift, ferrying a batch of freshly baked bread out to the storefront of Sugarcube Corner, when he was greeted by the sight of a somewhat unique stallion. Slightly larger than most ponies, with a distinct, teal-streaked mohawk contrasted against a coal-black coat, Thunderlane was a bit of a local celebrity. While he was aware of the aeronautical acrobat, having heard about the Wonderbolts from Mrs. Cake, this had been the first time he’d actually met one of them, and what a meeting it was.

Considering he was on the clock and always did his best to service customers, he politely introduced himself and asked if he could be of help. What started as a discussion over baked goods, helping his prospective customer select a type of bread to pair with some french onion soup, stretched and wandered on for the better part of an hour. He still wasn’t exactly sure how they’d struck upon the topic of relationships, possibly because it was a semi-romantic holiday, but the end result was the same - he was invited over to share a meal with the kindhearted stallion.

Being no stranger to breaking bread with ponies he’d just met, having dined with nearly a dozen of Ponyville’s residents at that point, Alex politely accepted and agreed to meet Thunder after his shift. Though he didn’t recall the rest of his time at work, likely because it was humdrum and without anything of interest, his afternoon became anything but. Having returned to his apartment, showered, and changed clothes, he saw himself over to the Wonderbolt’s home. It was surprising enough to discover that the stallion was single, only living with his little brother, yet that revelation was only the tip of the iceberg for what was to come.

Their meal was quaint and filling, good by any standards, but the conversation - stars above, the conversation had been incredible. Not only did Thunderlane have a preference for stallions, but he’d apparently taken weeks to work up the courage to ask him out! He was shocked, utterly blindsided by the news that the attractive and wildly charming stud had an eye for him, to the point where he was left speechless - well, mostly speechless. Though it took him a moment to gather his nerves, he eventually relented and revealed a secret he’d been harboring.

Back when he’d been on earth, he would have been shunned for his less than conventional fascination with equines. Something about the way horses moved, their form, the raw grace and power they wielded, rubbed him in all the right ways, yet those were only part of their appeal. As loath as he was to admit it, the notion of being claimed by a stallion had long haunted his lustful thoughts. Doing his best to steel himself, telling himself that his concerns were silly now that he was in a world of walking, talk, magical ponies, he bashfully confessed to finding his host quite handsome - an admission which nigh immediately bore fruit.

Their first date was punctuated by a second, then a third and a fourth, until they were routinely going out together for meals, to see movies, or simply to enjoy their time with one another on long, meandering walks. Though he’d be lying if he said his attraction to Thunder hadn’t started with the physical, things eventually took a gradual turn. The more time he spent with the stud, the more charmed he became - the more charmed he became, the more tempted he was to push the envelope and take the next step. It wasn’t until they’d been dating for well over two months that they became intimate.

It’s hard to describe being bedded by a stallion, especially the first time, but Alex instantly adored the more sensual moments with Thunder. Even in bed, the pegasus was caring and affectionate, ensuring he wasn’t uncomfortable, which only served to fan the flames of his growing passion. It had taken some time, effort, and patience, not to mention more lube than he cared to admit, but they were ultimately able to do the deed with minimal concern and maximized gratification.

Feeling his pucker clench at the thought of his lover, he couldn’t help but remember the somewhat arduous period after they’d become amorous. As incredible as it was to get railed out by a stallion, there’d been a bit of a break-in period; much to his mercy, none of his coworkers or customers had noticed him hobbling awkwardly about and gingerly easing himself into chairs. Shaken from his thoughts by a gust of air, he turned his attention overhead.

A smile crept across his face, as he watched his mate execute a flawless barrel roll. “Go Thunder!!!”

The pegasus rushed by, peered over at him, and shot him a wink, nearly causing him to swoon. He couldn’t say what he’d done to deserve such a dashing adonis of a pony, but he wasn’t about to question it - in fact, he’d planned something special to show how appreciative he was of his special somepony. Glancing down at his watch, seeing that the show would be concluding within half an hour, he gingerly walked past the seated ponies and to one of the stairways leading to an exit. As much as he would have liked to stay for the rest of the aerial display, he had preparations to make.

Seeing himself out of the colosseum wasn’t that difficult, what with the overwhelming majority of the attendees remaining in their seats, but getting back to their room in a timely fashion would be a bit more difficult. Ponyville was a small town by any standards, but Manehattan, the sprawling metropolis they’d traveled to for Wonderbolts’ event, wasn’t as easy or convenient to navigate. Jogging at a brisk pace, making his way down several blocks, he eventually reached the entrance of the towering hotel they were staying in.

Though the return trip to his room had been relatively short, taking less than twenty minutes, he knew he had to hurry. Outrunning a pegasus would have been impossible for him or nearly any human, so time was going to be of the essence. Though he’d considered deceiving Thunderlane earlier, telling the stud that he’d wait by the gate, he couldn’t bring himself to lie - as such, he’d simply instructed his lover to meet him at their suite once he was finished up.

The moment he stepped into their room and shut the door, he began to disrobe. One particularly interesting thing he’d gleaned from Thunder was that the stallion had a peculiar interest in clothing - finding the garments he routinely wore as strangely arousing; it made sense in a way, given how ponies rarely donned much of anything, and it had given him an idea. Considering his lover was an athlete of sorts, and athletes typically had someone to cheer them on, he’d purchased a somewhat unique outfit for his mate.

He’d been fortunate enough to have access to one of the best coutures in Equestria back in Ponyville, yet working up the nerve to ask her for something so scandalous had taken several days - mercifully, after hearing what he’d wanted, the fashionista had designed and produced exactly what he’d hoped for. Glancing at the doorway, anxiously listening for anyone potentially lurking outside, he opened his suitcase and cautiously moved the clothes he’d brought with him. As his eyes settled on a neatly folded pile of cobalt and gold, he grinned and carefully lifted the costume. If Thunderlane didn’t have a jaw dropping reaction to seeing him in something so naughty, nothing would…

Lazily circling the colosseum, trying and failing to spot his lover, Thunder sighed. While he knew there was little point waiting for the young man, unsure of which exit Alex would take or if he’d left early, he’d hoped to trot back to the hotel together - alas, it wasn’t meant to be. While the show had gone flawlessly, every trick and formation nailed to a T, he was left tired, hungry, and wanting nothing more than to shower and relax.

As he shifted course and soared toward the hotel, his mind wandered. While neither he nor Alex had made any explicit plans for their trip to Manehattan, he hoped they’d be able to go out and share a romantic meal for their first night in the big city. It may have sounded sappy, and the young man routinely reassured him not to worry about spending bits or doing anything too fancy, he did everything in his power to keep his lover happy. Darned if he knew why, but the slender build and subtle curves of the human rarely failed to get his blood pumping.

Spying the towering building they were staying in, he rocketed toward the upper floors and their suite. Whoever had designed the hotel had been considerate enough to allow access by the conventional doors and balconies, allowing winged guests like himself an alternate, less tiresome way of getting back to their room. Slowing slightly, counting out the windows and the floors to make sure he was at the right veranda, he touched down, reached into his pocket, and produced a key.

He lingered outside for a moment and peered inside for any sign of his mate - unfortunately, only the dimly lit den of their spacious suite met his eye. If he had to guess, Alex got caught up with all the hoof traffic after the event, or he’d possibly stopped to do some window shopping on his way back to the hotel - whatever the case, he knew he had no real reason to be concerned. As he smiled to himself and stepped inside, kicking the door closed behind him, he wondered if he’d be lucky enough to surprise his lover by seductively lying in wait on the bed.

Suppressing a chuckle and stepping through the living area, he entered the bedroom, flicked the light switch, and froze in his tracks. Draped on the mattress, laying on his side with his head propped on one hand, rested none other than Alex. He wasn’t terribly shocked to find the young man, having realized his lover may have returned to their suite before him, but he couldn’t believe his eyes.

It wasn’t terribly uncommon to have cheerleaders at Wonderbolts shows, and he’d even met a hoofful over the years, yet he’d never once seen as alluring as the one on his bed. A tight top clung to the young man’s deliciously flat chest, leaving his midriff wholly exposed, while a painfully short skirt barely covered his mate’s groin. Awestruck by what had to be one of the hottest things he’d ever seen, totally motionless, he could only stand and watch as his lover rolled to the side and jumped to his feet.

“Thunder, Thunder, he’s the greatest,” Alex nervously cheered, swaying his hips and flapping the pom-poms above his head, “especially because he’s not the straightest.”

With an uneasy smile on his lips, having made up the silly little cheer on the fly, Alex spun in place. He’d only had a split second to jump onto the bed and act casual, having heard the balcony door open seconds before, and his routine was laughably ill-prepared. He’d hoped to put on a seductive act, to do something to woo his lover on the spot, yet his plan had nearly fallen apart - nearly. Resorting to his final weapon, a trump card he’d wished to save as his pièce de résistance, he spun around, flipped his skirt, and displayed his tush.

Thunder’s eyes widened - not just because the young man was wearing a turquoise thong, but because a mirror image of his cutie mark was emblazoned on the right cheek of his lover’s rump. A peculiar mix of raw arousal and amusement washed over him, yet it was the latter that reared its head. Try as he might, peering at the faltering smile on Alex’s face, he fought back a snicker.

“Is it really that bad?” Alex pouted, straightening up and slowly turning to face the stallion.

All his scheming and hard-earned bits had been for not. It would have been degrading enough not to get an excited reaction from his lover, but being laughed at crushed his spirit and instantly sullied his mood - or so he’d first thought. Looking down Thunder’s frame, unwilling to look his lover in the face, he only then noticed that his attempted seduction had worked far better than he’d thought. Struggling against the skin-tight fabric of the stud’s flight suit, just beneath his groin, lurked a gradually swelling beast.

Seizing the moment, trying not to grin, he sauntered over and knelt before the burly stallion. Though he was marginally taller than many of Equestria’s denizens, his slim frame and trim figure left him with less mass than most ponies - and especially Thunder. Resting on his knees, his face roughly level with his mate’s broad chest, he reached up and hugged the stud.

“Since my little surprise landed flat,” he softly began, pulling at the zipper behind the stallion’s neck, “let me help you get out of that stuffy thing.”

Momentarily forgetting about the cheerleader outfit he’d donned, he focused on peeling Thunder out of his Wonderbolt jumpsuit. The uniform was the only piece of clothing the stallion owned, so far as he knew, and there was something deliciously sinful about seeing his lover wearing it. Like a second skin, covering every delectable curve on the stud’s body, the attire left next to nothing to the imagination, but that wasn’t the best part - the best part was that it worked wonderfully to trap the heady, masculine aroma his lover exuded.

Extending his arms as far as he could, bringing the zipper between Thunder’s shoulder blades, he shifted his focus to drawing the clinging material down the stallion’s chest. Fuck if he knew how Thunder got out of the suit before he came along, but he practically leapt at the opportunity to help his paramour get out of it. As his eyes settled on the sweat-slickened fur before him, breathing in the intoxicating musk creeping to his nostrils, he leaned in and pressed his face to the stud’s neck.

A thrilled shiver ran up Thunder’s spine, as he held his ground. Though he had found Alex’s little cheer amusing, seeing his lover done-up like an honest to goodness cheerleader was exceptionally arousing. Dipping his head and watching the young man pressed against him, keenly aware of his growing erection, he felt his wings steadily rise from his back.

“Um -” he hummed, eager to see how far his little lover was willing to go, “here you go.”

Lifting one foreleg, he allowed the young man to continue pulling his jumpsuit off. While it was true that he was perfectly capable of getting himself dressed and undressed, having a nubile and enthusiastic mate, one with dextrous and soft fingers, was too good to pass up. With only the slightest bit of reluctance, seemingly content to stay where he was, Alex moved lower and pulled the elastic fabric off his foreleg.

Lowering himself, bringing his attention to Thunder’s other leg, Alex glanced down at the massive swell at the stallion’s crotch. There was no real rush to strip his mate, and a part of him wanted to take his time, yet he subconsciously increased his pace. The stallion’s natural bouquet was as incredible as ever and particularly strong after the air show, and he couldn’t wait to get to the best part.

Having freed the stud’s upper limbs, he peeled the garment down his mate’s barrel. Despite seeing the pony in the buff almost constantly, there was something almost sinful about undressing Thunder. Slowly removing the flight suit was not unlike unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, albeit in a decidedly lewd fashion. It was only when he’d crawled under Thunder, his face mere inches from the stallion’s immense swell, did he slow to a halt.

With trembling hands, he pulled the fabric down Thunder’s frame and revealed his lover’s package. Jet black and steaming slightly, replete with a pair of weighty, plump balls, the gargantuan endowment bobbed lightly in the cool air. Ignoring his tented panties, unable to restrain himself any further, he gently wrapped his fingers around the impressive length, closed his eyes, and kissed the glistening, blunt tip of stallionhood.

There were several undeniably appealing things about ponies, from their smell to their form, but their cocks - heaven help him, their cocks were definitely at the top of the list. A pleased moan escaped him, as he wrapped his lips around the stallionhood’s crown. He knew there were some who’d consider his quasi-animalistic lust bizarre, tantamount to bestiality, yet that was part of the thrill.

The lightly salty taste of sweat coated his palate, musk flooded his sinuses, and the velvety texture of flesh against his tongue proved all the inspiration he needed to continue the impromptu blowjob. He knew he should probably finish stripping Thunder, having abandoned his efforts and left the outfit around the stud’s hips, but that could wait - if only for a short time. With one hand grasping the base of his lover’s shaft, and the other cradling and gingerly kneading the hefty nuts dangling between the stud’s thighs, he committed himself to the task at hand.

Twisting his head and gazing back at his lover, Thunder gnawed his lip. He’d intended to simply take a shower and get something to eat, but the spontaneous worship and affection forced him to readdress his priorities. Taking care not to disturb Alex, he reached back with his wings and continued pulling his uniform off. If he was lucky, and he had no reason to think he wouldn’t be, getting sucked off would be the opening act of something much better than takeout.

Getting his lower-half undressed was a bit tricky, not for the least of which reasons being he had to balance on one hind leg at a time, but he was able to manage it without too much effort. As his suit fell around his fetlocks, with the femboy hungrily sucking him off, he steadied himself and lightly bucked his hips. While there was nothing wrong with taking a passive role, both he and his mate both adored when he seized the reins.

Thunder’s thrust took Alex by surprise, as the stallionhood he’d been nursing on plunged to the back of his throat in a heartbeat - nevertheless, he wasn’t about to get thrown off his game that easily. Taking a deep breath and filling his lungs, he relaxed himself, grabbed the stud’s hips, and forced his head forward. The thick, vascular length slipped into his gullet, choking him of air, as he drove his face toward the very base of Thunder’s shaft.

Inch by inch of cock worked into his maw and over his tongue, until he all but kissed the girthy medial ring. It was only because of his somewhat odd interest in horses that he was able to fellate the stud so easily, having practiced on a number of silicone toys he’d bought while on earth, and he considered himself lucky to put his skills to practical use. Adjusting his positioning, getting fully beneath the stallion, he bobbed his head and mopped his mate’s shaft with his lips.

Situated on all fours, his ankles resting beside Thunder’s front hooves, he peeked out and looked at the stallion’s groin. Pony or not, his lover was superior to him in almost every conceivable way; bigger, stronger, and immeasurably faster, not to mention having equipment which put his manhood to shame, the stud was a paragon of masculinity and deserved to be venerated. Propping himself on one arm, he reached down between his legs, pulled his thong aside, and sank two fingers into his winking, slickened pucker.

They’d fucked just that morning, before the airshow had begun, so he ready to go for another round - heck, he probably had enough cum to go without needing lube! As he shamelessly fingered himself and recalled being bred by his wonderful lover, he was blissfully ignorant to the fact that he was being watched.

Having shifted and lowered his head, Thunder gazed longingly at the young man’s backside. Though he’d lost his virginity long before meeting Alex, he could easily say that his bipedal mate was one of the best lays of his life. Thinner and taller than any stallion he’d ever met, yet somehow able to accommodate the entirety of what he had to offer, the twink was incredible both in and out of the bedroom.

With an impassioned snort, grappling with his longing for more, he drove his hips forward and hilted his mate’s face. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rough, and he most certainly didn’t want to hurt the human, but his instincts would not be denied. Hearing a stifled gag from Alex, he was wrenched back to his senses and opened his mouth to apologize - an apology he realized was wholly unneeded.

To his pleasant surprise, instead of rearing back and throwing in the towel, Alex doubled down. Jamming a third and fourth digit into his needy hole, all but fisting himself, his lover choked on his shaft. There were perilously few points in his life when he couldn’t contain himself, too excited or moved to hold himself back, yet the sight of his enthusiastic mate pushed him past the limit of self-restraint. Stepping back and away, unsheathing his length from the young man’s gullet, he cleared his throat.

“Quite the motivational performance,” he mused, drawing Alex’s eyes to his face. “Would you mind giving me another cheer?”

While he would have been happy to stay where he was, getting his face fucked while massaging his prostate, he wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to show off his outfit - that and he felt certain that things would be taking a decidedly fervent turn in very short order. Pushing himself up and getting to his feet, he strutted over to the bed. Thinking as quickly as he could, staring down at his pom-poms, an idea stuck him like a bolt from the blue.

With his hands on his hips, he swayed back and forth and smiled over at the stallion. He was far from a musical genius, and not having access to the internet made research exponentially more difficult than it would have been on earth - nevertheless, he’d thought up a silly little cheer for his stud. Improvising as best he could, his determination to impress reinvigorated, he wheeled around and tauntingly shook his tush.

“Thunder, Thunder, slam these hams!” he shouted, giving his rump a playful smack. “Nopony can do it, but you sure can!”

He felt a bit silly giving the cheer, but it seemed to have the intended effect. Thunder’s stallionhood smacked against his belly, a sure sign of the pony’s arousal, and he stared longingly over at him. Crawling up and onto the mattress, making a point to give his mate a superb view of his backside, he pressed his chest to the sheets and arched his back.

If he’d tried hard enough, he could probably have thought up another provocative cheer to egg the stallion on - that said, he knew it wasn’t needed. Given how worked up they both were, judging from Thunder’s diamond-hard erection and his ache to be filled, he saw no point in delaying the inevitable. His hands drifted back and spread the cheeks of his ass, as he smirked back over at the petrified stud.

“Don’t you think it’s time to perform,” he cooed, rocking his hips back and forth.

Kicking his uniform aside, Thunder leapt up and onto the bed. Buck it, a shower and some dinner could wait - for now, the only thing he cared about was blowing off a little steam in the best possible way. Stepping up and over the prostrate young man, he brought his length into the cleft of his lover’s behind. With a smug grin on his face, he gazed down and into his lover’s eyes.

There was no possible way Alex didn’t want to get rutted senseless, yet the temptation to tease the lad was too much to bear. Languidly thrusting his hips, gliding his length between the young man’s buns, he smiled to himself. Though he wouldn’t have minded getting straight to the action, pushing the lad’s buttons and drawing out the moment was simply too much fun to pass up.

“You know,” he sighed, “since you have that little getup, maybe I should bring you to the sidelines for our next show - you know, show you off to the team.”

Alex shuddered ever so slightly, hearing the stallion’s words. He’d often thought about going out wearing something revealing or sexy, but he’d yet to act on those impulses. Realistically speaking, the chances of anypony giving him a hard time for going out and about in women’s clothing were slim to none - still, it was a line he hadn’t crossed yet.

“And,” Thunder added, resting his heavy balls against the femboy’s comparably meager package, “I might just bring you back to the locker room for some personal attention in front of Soarin. I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned it, but I’ve caught him looking at you a few times.”

“R…really?” Alex stammered, taken aback by the admission.

“Mmmhmm,” the stallion hummed, nodding his head. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d gotten off to the stories I’ve told him about you…”

Alex’s mouth flapped, his heart leapt into his throat, and his panties grew slick with pre-cum. He shouldn’t have been shocked to learn that his lover had spoken about him, yet the news that he’d been talked about in a particularly salacious light took him aback. Retracting his arms and placing one elbow under himself, he reached up and guided the stud’s head downward.

He’d done things with and to Thunder that he’d only dreamt of - for pete’s sake, he was wearing a cheerleader outfit for the stallion! If his lover wanted to flaunt him as a hot piece of ass for his teammates, or possibly go so far as to have him demonstrate his devotion, he’d be hard pressed to turn the offer down. Craning his neck and kissing his mate, he smirked.

“Maybe you should invite him next time -” he purred, “that is unless you think he’d get jealous of you.”

“Oh I know he’s jealous,” Thunder snickered, rolling his hips back and bringing the tip of his length to the boy’s entrance, “but that’s not a bad thing. As far as I’m concerned, if you were comfortable with it, he could sit back and watch me claim you.”

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, playing a bit of lecherous chicken, Alex threw his ass back and pressed his backdoor against Thunder’s dick. “You wouldn’t even let your friend give me a facial? Such a greedy stud.”

Driving his hips forward, with a small huff of frustration, Thunder sank his stallionhood into his lover. The whimper of delight beneath him was like a sweet song, fanning the flames of his passion, as Alex’s warm, inviting depths embraced him. No matter how many times they made love, or where they committed the deed, he swore the sensation’s the femboy afforded would never get old.

The thought of having Soarin watch him plow his mate was the final straw, encouraging him far more than it should have, and his motions reflected it. Bracing his legs and steadying himself, having buried nearly two-thirds of his shaft in the trembling lad beneath him, he pulled back and started fucking in earnest. With a contented sigh, he was serenaded by soft groans of delight.

It only took Alex a handful of thrusts to get the stallion’s relaxed rhythm down, but that’s all he needed to put himself to work. Moving in reverse, slamming his ass back to meet his lover’s plunges, he grabbed ‘hold of Thunder’s forelegs and milked his lover’s length. Vastly more endowed than any human could ever dream to be, the stud’s endowment was the stuff of wet dreams.

He’d always yearned to have a lover who was hung like a horse - little did he know he’d get exactly that. Leaking pre-cum like a faucet, his comparably meager dick rubbing against the interior of his panties, he savored every moment of being under the stallion. The smell, the heat against his back, the sublimely intense sensation of being filled by something so massive - they were all simply perfect.

“H…harder,” he stammered, longing to feel everything his mate had to offer.

He’d been with Thunder long enough to know when the pony was taking it easy on him, and that was the last thing he wanted. If he was going to get plowed by such a majestic creature, by the heavens, he craved the real experience - nothing held back, no coddling, simply being mounted and fucked like the needy bitch he was. Gradually ratcheting up the speed and force of his plunges, his lover enthusiastically obliged his humble request.

Attempting to keep up with the stud was a fool’s errand, so he took the only reasonable course of action - he steadied himself, tightened his grip on Thunder’s forelegs, and succumbed to his mounting bliss. There was no possible way anyone, let alone someone as svelte as himself, could dare to keep up with the magnificent pegasus atop him - a fact he positively adored. If there was one thing better than having his insides rearranged by a massive cock, it was being dominated by the one wielding it.

The first time he’d literally had the cum fucked out of him was a transformative moment - one he’d instantaneously grown a ravenous love for. Something about being conquered so utterly that he was forced to climax without so much as touching himself was the embodiment of carnal rapture, and all he had to do to achieve it was give himself to his mate. Summoning his strength, he placed his hands on the mattress and pushed his chest up.

His back pressed to the stallion’s chest, his body lurched forward with each unstoppable thrust, and his prostate was mercilessly pummeled, as he reached up and stroked Thunder’s thick, muscular neck. Being plowed was more than enough to scratch his lecherous itch, yet there was something more he pined for. As the stud looked down upon him, he closed his eyes and expectantly puckered his lips.

He couldn’t care less if it was sappy or not, but making out while making love sat at the the apex of all things sexual. Much to his delight, with only the subtlest bit of prompting, the stallion lowered his head and deeply kissed him. The large, warm, pouting lips against him, the tongue pressing into his mouth, and the hot breath washing over his face sent him skyrocketing toward release.

Thunder groaned into Alex’s maw, as he inched closer and closer to his limit. He could all but sense his lover’s desire to be bred, feeling the femboy’s depths quiver around his pulsing, flaring length. Realizing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, fully aware that there was no reason to hold back, he pulled out all the stops and unleashed his full potential.

Their passion soaring to the heavens, the two moved in perfect sync with one another. The love they felt for each other transcended the differences of their species, history, and experiences, elevating the moment and entwined them on a spiritual and physical level. Without a single word passing between them, understanding one another perfectly, they crossed the threshold together.

Alex groaned and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, as a heat blossomed within him. The moment the stallion’s seed coursed into his depths, filling him and steadily bloating his gut under the weight of pints of hot, virile cream, he reached his limit. His dick throbbed and twitched in his thong, painting his undies with his essence. Coming to an abrupt halt, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing, he held steady and rode out the blinding ecstasy that threatened to consume him.

Lost to the endless tide of rapture, Thunder’s motions slowed and inevitably stopped entirely. The young man’s entrance clung to him, weakly dripping jizz down his package, as they continued making out. If there was a more perfect way to finish a wondrously obscene and spontaneous bout of passion, he couldn’t fathom it. As they grew still, realizing they could only draw out the moment for so long, he pulled away and peered into his mate’s eyes.

There was no way that Alex hadn’t enjoyed himself, he’d always made sure of that. He couldn’t speak for every stallion in Equestria, but he prided himself in making sure his partner had as much fun as he did, and the young man was certainly no exception. Having bedded the young man dozens of times, becoming increasingly familiar with the climactic throes the femboy went through, he could tell he hadn’t been the only one to blow a load - nevertheless, it simply felt right to ask.

“Was it as amazing for you as it was for me?” he softly inquired, flexing his groin and causing his length to twitch.

Giving a subtle nod, Alex smiled. “Absolutely, but now I’m gonna have to wash my skirt,” he rasped.

Unfortunately, between his load of cum, their sweat, and what felt like a gallon of jizz in his ass, his outfit had become exceptionally dirty, but it wasn’t important. Focusing on his lover, he lowered a hand to stroke his cum-swollen belly. While making a mess of his attire wasn’t that big of a deal, he’d really rather not leave spunk covered blankets around to deal with.

“You wanna - Woah!” he bleated, as a pair of wings wrapped around him and held him to the stallion’s belly.

“I got ya,” Thunder laughed, stepping off the bed. “After we get cleaned up, you want to order a pizza?”

“That’d be nice,” Alex replied, being trundled off to the bathroom. “After all this, I might be walking funny for a bit.”

The stallion’s seemingly endless feats of strength never failed to impress him, yet this particular one gave him an idea. Though the logistics of it might be a bit tricky, he couldn’t see why it wouldn’t be possible to take an extended ride under his quadrupedal mate - especially if Soarin was willing to observe the little experiment. Rocking forward and back, feeling spunk leaking down his inner thigh, he shivered at the thought of being plowed in front of a willing spectator.

Moving through the bedroom, Thunder grinned. “Delivery it is then…”

Though they had one last night to spend in the hotel, before they headed back to Ponyville, neither had anything particularly special planned, but that mattered little. Regardless of where they were or what they were doing, so long as they had one another, they knew everything would be alright. Mismatched though they were, few could claim they’d found true love like they had…