Trials of Travel

Walking up to his house, eyeing his front door, Anon sighed. The trip to visit Sky’s family had been fun, more fun than it had any right to be, but he was happy to be home. Regardless of how relaxed one was while out and about, nothing quite beats sleeping in your own bed - especially when that bed was also occupied by your lover. He turned his head and smiled down at Sky.

“What?” the pony chirped, smirking up at him.

Anon stopped by the door, set his suitcase down, and pulled his keys from his pocket. “Nothing - just glad we’re home.”

“Awwwww ~” Sky playfully groaned, a fanged smirk splitting his muzzle. “Tired of all the teasing already?”

“I - Ahem - that might have been part of it,” Anon hesitantly admitted.

While he had enjoyed staying under Vesper and Yuzu’s roof, the trip did have a problem - a small, flirtatious, sinful little problem. He loved Sky with all his heart, but the impish little femcolt had teased him mercilessly for almost the entire duration of their vacation. Day after day, from sunup to sundown, he’d been subjected to amorous advances, sinful promises, and taunting glimpses of what his mate had to offer. All the temptation wouldn’t have been a problem, had it not been for the fact that, after the first passionate morning, he’d been left blue-balled for the duration.

Opening the front door and setting his luggage inside, he concealed a grin. Sky may have had the upper hoof on him while they were in Equestria, but they weren’t in Equestria now. He had plans for the impish little minx, big plans, and he wasn’t going to waste any time implementing them. As soon as the stallion trotted by and placed his duffle bag down, he struck.

“So what do you want to do about - Gah!” Sky yelped as the man stooped down and scooped him up. Caught in Anon’s arms, effectively finding himself in a princess carry, he looked around in confusion before his eyes swept up to his lover’s face. “Oh I see - somepony’s got ants in their pants.”

“More than just ants,” Anon countered, trundling his mate through the living room.

Lifting the stallion and dipping his head, navigating his way toward the bedroom, he leaned in and locked lips with his mate. There was only so much a man could endure, and Sky had pushed him to his limit. If the little femcolt thought he was going to get away with driving him up a wall without consequences, he was wrong - dead wrong. As he entered their room and flung the pony onto the bed, hearing the equine land with a resounding Pomf, he reached down and loosened his belt.

Rolling to his side, Sky seductively drew a wing over his flank. “What are we gonna do on the bed?”

Letting his pants fall to the floor, Anon kicked the garment away and crossed to his dresser. “You’re gonna find out…”

He and Sky were vastly different, the embodiment of the age old adage of opposites attracting, and he’d become intimately aware of how to get the pony riled up. Unlike his lover, his approach for bedroom affairs weren’t quite as subtle - not like he ever got any complaints though. Opening his underwear drawer and reaching inside, he produced a neatly bundled length of soft, thick rope.

“Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he began, stretching a length of the cord between his hands as he turned to face the bed. “For your sake, I hope you say -”

“The hard way,” Sky purred, cutting the man off.

No sooner had the words left the femcolt’s mouth than Anon pounced. Tackling the stallion, he put his boy scout skills to very dubious work. As a kid, he never would have thought that ropework and knot tying would have such a scandalous use, but adulthood had opened his eyes to the talent. In all but the blink of an eye, he had his lover trussed up like a holiday turkey.

As he wriggled atop the mattress, finding himself completely immobilized, Sky’s heart began to race. He would never admit it, but this was what he’d been hoping for - unfortunately, seeing the man go back to the dresser, he realized he may have miscalculated. With his hind legs bound to his forehooves, only able to move his head, he swallowed hard when he watched Anon retrieve a drool ball and a blindfold.

“W…what are those for?” he stammered.

“Oh these?” Anon hummed, lifting and inspecting the items. “Don’t act like you don’t know - after all, you did just say you wanted it the hard way…”

Casually seeing himself up and onto the bed, he loomed over the stallion. He had plans, big plans for his lover, but they could wait for just a bit longer. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, keeping his hands beside Sky’s shoulders, and drove his tongue into the pony’s muzzle. Sweet and spicy were as tried and true of a combination for cuisines as they were for lovemaking, and he couldn’t help but start with the former.

His mate moaned into his mouth as their tongues entwined. A kiss - if there was something better to start or conclude a heated exchange, he couldn’t think of a better thing than a kiss. Hotly making out with Sky, he nearly forgot about where his intentions lay - that was until he went to embrace the stallion. He withdrew when he felt the gag in his hand and peered into his mate’s eyes.

“You trust me ~ right?” he whispered.

Giving a resolute nod, Sky stared up at the man’s face. “More than anypony in your world or mine…”

Rising on his knees, Anon presented the padded leather blindfold. “Good…”

Sky fidgeted, feeling his stallionhood slip from its sheath as Anon shifted onto the bed beside him. He didn’t struggle as the blindfold slipped over his face, robbing him of his sight, and he obediently opened his muzzle for the gag - nevertheless, he was genuinely surprised with the turn of events. Being tied up was a rare treat, but the drool ball and the blindfold were both new - likely acquired in secret by his big, suddenly very domineering lover.

“Mmmmph mph nnnf?” he incoherently grumbled, feeling a bead of saliva creeping down to his chin.

“Sorry, I couldn’t understand you,” Anon chuckled, running his fingers up the stallion’s back and earning himself a stifled groan. “You want to try that again?”

He’d been looking for an excuse to test his new toys on his mate, so he was actually thankful for the opportunity. Rechecking the bonds, making sure that the rope and knots were tight enough to keep his plaything from escaping but not too uncomfortable, he shifted his focus to Sky’s splayed legs. At long last, after days of being on his best behavior, he was about to get his sweet revenge.

Resting one hand on the pony’s flank, tenderly kneading the doughy flesh against his palm, he glided the fingers of his free hand up Sky’s thigh. “Now where should I begin?”

He gingerly fondled the stallion’s plump balls and gave them a light squeeze before running his digit’s down his lover’s rapidly hardening length. As much fun as it would have been to go for the throat, administering a hand-job or jumping straight into the serious foreplay, that could wait - for the time being, like being served a fine cognac, he wanted to savor it. His fingers danced away from the pony’s loins, leaving them virtually unmolested, while he shifted up the bed and toward his lover’s face.

“How’s it feel?” he breathed hotly into Sky’s ear. “You don’t have any idea of what I have in store for you…”

There were a number of erogenous zones on Sky, with some being a bit more sensitive than others, but one of his favorites was the stallion’s ears. Lifting his head, he lovingly lipped and gently bit on the soft, fluffy tips of flesh. His efforts were instantly rewarded with a whimper that made his smile broaden. Yeah - yeah, this was going to be too much fun.

Though they were covered, Sky’s eyelids fluttered. He’d had no doubt that Anon could be quite controlling in the bedroom, having learned of the man’s penchant for domination, but this - this was on an entirely different level. While he’d gotten used to being plowed into the bed or thrown around like a rag doll, both of which he positively adored, being hemmed up and played was an entirely novel experience.

Paradoxically, both the best and worst thing about being bound was that there was nothing he could do to stop his lover. His heart fluttered in his chest, a tremble crept into his thighs, and he could already tell he was leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet, while Anon put his dexterous digits to work. No part of him was sacred, from his supple underbelly to the ticklish bit between his wings, leaving him to helplessly squirm and drool all over himself.

It was only after what felt like an eternity of torture, being caressed, rubbed, and kissed from his hooves to the top of his head, did things take a turn. Feeling a hand slip around his waist and to his groin, he stiffened as fingers slowly closed around the base of his throbbing stallionhood. He fruitlessly bucked his hips, trying desperately to hump into the man’s hand - alas, the rope wound around him only allowed the slightest movement.

“So needy,” Anon snickered. “Does someone want to get off already?”

“Mmmph-Hmmph!” Sky hastily responded, twisting his head to blindly peer in the man’s direction.

Tightening his grip, the man languidly stroked the stallion off. “Who’s my good little pony?”

“M…mmmn nnnf,” Sky moaned through the soft, porous ball in his snout.

Anon moved slightly faster, his fingers massaging the sensitive underside of stallionhood just beneath its crown. “That’s right, you’re my good little pony - mine and no one else’s…”

One moment he was affectionately massaging the stallion’s back - the next he was delicately running his fingers through the tuft of fur on the pony’s chest. He’d never considered himself much of a sadist, but he could certainly see the appeal of such a notion. The power and control he was afforded was intoxicating, getting him as or more aroused than his captive paramour.

Sky may not have been able to see it, but his manhood had sprung from his open boxers and was bobbing in the cool air. Moving as slowly as possible, situated on his knees, he pulled his underwear down his legs. The way he saw it, with the way things were headed, there was no point in keeping his clothes on.

He carefully, cautiously removed his boxers and shirt, all while continuing to jack off his shivering mate. While he was tempted to touch himself, he left his dick untouched. The very least he could do was control himself, given what he was putting Sky through, so he did just that and focused on the task at hand. Moving his palm and clutching his lover’s cock-head, he chuckled as the stallion bucked his hips.

“I wonder how long you’d last doing this,” he wondered aloud, using his fingers to stimulate the bloated tip of stallionhood.

Sky’s nostrils flared, he grunted uncontrollably, and he nearly tipped himself over trying to get off. What had started as a playful bout of heavy petting had gradually metamorphosed into torture - exquisite, heavenly torture, but torture nonetheless. As his stallionhood started to flare, pulsing in tune with his wildly beating heart, the hand holding his dick withdrew and abandoned his pitiable efforts to achieve release.

In a word, the frustration was maddening. There was nothing wrong with a bit of edging, but this was too much to bear. He didn’t even consider using his wings to remove the blindfold until they were pinned against his back. He’d been powerless before, but now - now there wasn’t a single thing he could do to help himself.

Flexing his pelvic muscles and slapping his stallionhood against his belly, smearing his abdomen with pre-cum, he came to a shuddering halt when a pair of hands closed around his hips. His ears, one of the few parts of him that he could move, swiveled back. Anon was moving behind him - which meant only one thing…

“Feel that?” Anon purred, prodding the tip of his length to the pony’s winking pucker.

Feverishly nodding, Sky rocked himself back - at least he tried to rock himself back. With the way he was tied up, the most he could manage was to kiss his entrance to the man’s dick. Mewling through the drool ball, feeling like he was going to go mad, he started when a hand lifted from his waist and shot to the back of his head.

“If you want it,” Anon continued, unfastening the gag’s strap, “then beg me for it.”

Sky spit the infernal orb from his maw. “Please!” he beseeched. “Please rut me!”

Refusing to do more than tease the pony’s hole, the man laughed. “Why should I? After everything you put me through at your parents’ place, what makes you think you don’t deserve all this teasing? Don’t like getting a taste of your own medicine?”

“I…I…” Sky stammered, licking his lips. “I’m sorry for everything I put you through! Please - please plow me like I’m the needy little stallion that I am!”

It was a long shot, telling his lover what he wanted to hear, but it was the only card he had to play. Waiting for a reply, staving off the urge to beg more than he already had, he forced himself to remain still. He was utterly at the man’s mercy, unable to do anything whatsoever, so he clung to his faith that his mate would bring his torment to an end.

The pressure on his backdoor eased, instantly breaking his heart, before Anon drove his hips forward and impaled him. Instead of a hard, sharp thrust, filling him in an instant, the penetration was slow and methodical, evoking a whorish, guttural groan to escape past his lips. This was what he’d wanted, what he’d earned from enduring the amorous anguish he’d been subjected to, and he relished every glorious inch of manhood gradually filling him.

“Thank you,” he rasped, his sanity on the brink of shattering. “Thank you thankyouthankyou.”

There was something undeniably sumptuous about being used in such a way - the denial, the frustration of being impotent, all leading to the cathartic, divine moment of reward. Every detail of his lover’s length, from the gradual upward curve to the veins along its shaft, sent tingles up his spine, but the physical sensations were only one facet of the experience.

He’d heard stories about how being blind could heighten one’s senses, but he’d never given it much thought until that moment. Anon’s sonorous breaths, the scent of sweat hanging in the air, and the taste of the man’s saliva on his tongue were incredible beyond words, transcending the moment from a mere sexual tryst to something all the more nirvanic. Feeling his lover’s heavy, cum-laiden balls come to rest against his coin purse, having fully sheathed the entirety of the bipedal stud’s cock, he tightened his hole.

Even though he couldn’t budge, even though he couldn’t see, there was one thing he definitely could do - milk Anon’s cock for all his worth. The man gradually withdrew, drawing out his clenched pucker, and steadied himself. If he was going to get turned into a living, breathing fleshlight, he’d be darned if he wasn’t going to be the best fleshlight this side of Equestria.

Try as he might, Anon couldn’t look away from the pony’s ass. There was something profoundly arousing about watching his long, lightly colored manhood contrasted against the dark, silken flesh of Sky’s backdoor, and the sight chipped away at what little composure he had left. Securing his grasp on the femcolt’s ample, foal-bearing hips, after freeing most of his length, he gave his first real thrust.

Sky lurched forward, smeared the bed sheets with saliva, and unleashed a long, effeminate moan. Hot damn, it didn’t get any better than this. After days without being able to cut loose, all while being relentlessly titillated, he was finally able to give some sweet, sweet payback. He adjusted his positioning and gave a second, slightly harder plunge, driving his cock straight against his lover’s tender prostate.

Enthralled by the spectacle and the sensations accosting him, he unwittingly moved faster and faster. He tried - oh how he tried to pace himself, but it was a fool’s errand. Each thrust came faster than the last, his thoughts were lost to a blissful haze, and his fingers sank into the soft, yielding hips of his mate. Before he knew it, he was pounding the pony’s ass like a horny teen getting lucky on prom night.

His hands wandered up Sky’s back and to the base of the bat-pony’s wings. It had taken him a while to figure it out, but there was an especially delicate area right at the base of the leathery appendages. As he pressed his thumbs into his coltfriend’s fur, drawing a hushed murmur from the stallion, he grinned from ear to ear.

The rhythmic Plap Plap Plap of his hips beating against his mate’s backside, the marish whimpers, the way his pistoning manhood was squeezed - they were perfect. Falling for Sky had been the best thing he’d done with his life, their companionship had brought him more joy than he’d had in a long, long time, and he genuinely adored the cute little femcolt, but the sex - the sex was the icing on the debaucherous cake. While he could have had a happy relationship without having his carnal needs tended to, finding out that his quadrupedal lover was an absolute demon in the sack had been like winning the lottery.

With his eyes rolling to the back of his head, Sky’s attempts to please the man faltered. He’d always thought of himself as a relatively adept bottom, able to bounce between being exceptionally submissive and assertive at the drop of a hat, yet all his experience was, like his prostate, ground to dust in startling speed. With the telltale signs of an impending climax growing stronger and stronger with every plunge of Anon’s big, sublimely thick cock, it was all he could do to hold himself steady.

Ordinarily speaking, he would have given as good as he got, swinging his ass forward and back to meet his lover, but this was far from an ordinary exchange. Immobilized, barely able to form a coherent thought, he was consumed by the raw, bestial passion of the man. Sweet merciful Celestia - he figured Anon would be a bit worked up by the time they got home, but he’d underestimated the guy’s raging libido by an order of magnitude.

As a hand slid up and to his cheek, he turned his head and blindly suckled on his mate’s fingers. Even though he couldn’t see a darn thing, his oral fixation was not to be denied - a trait he had that he knew Anon appreciated. Sure enough, while he swirled his tongue around the pair of digits between his lips, he felt the man increase speed. Seconds from reaching his peak, with his untouched stallionhood beginning to flare, he was brought right to the brink when things took an abrupt, gut-wrenching turn.

Without any warning whatsoever, the man ground to a halt. Teetering on the very edge of release, panic struck him. He’d been so close - so infuriatingly close to having the cum fucked out of him that he could taste the relief, but it had been ripped away. He threw his head back, cleared his muzzle, and whined as he looked over his shoulder.

“W…why’d you…” he trailed off as the blindfold was undone and slipped from his face.

Anon inched back, stooped over, and started undoing the knots binding Sky’s legs. He was well aware that his coltfriend had been about to blow his load, having been snapped from his blissful stupor by the pony’s shivering, so he had to act quickly. While he wouldn’t have minded bringing his lover to an orgasm - heck, it wouldn’t have been the first time, he had a better way to finish things in mind.

Placing one hand on the Sky’s side, he gently pushed the pony over and onto his back. There were plenty of things they both enjoyed, from simple date nights to cuddling in bed on blustery mornings, yet there was one which they both absolutely loved - being able to see one another while they did the deed. He kept his hands on the stallion’s fetlocks, slid forward, and got into position, smiling all the while.

“You ready for this, hot stuff?” he sweetly murmured.

Giving a single nod, Sky gnawed his bottom lip. “Uh-huh…”

With the pony’s hind legs to either side of his waist, he rested his manhood against Sky’s package. From everything he’d heard, his lover wasn’t poorly endowed in the slightest, having a stallionhood that was actually slightly above average, which made the sight of his cock resting on the little equine’s tool all the more impressive. He knew there was no comparison between Equestrian equines and the horses of earth, but it was still thrilling to see how much bigger he was than his mate.

He rocked his hips back, kissed the head of his cock to the pony’s slickened pucker and plunged in. Despite having made love to his coltfriend more times than he could count, he swore he’d never tire of the experience. Not only did Sky have a higher natural body temperature than himself, but the velvety embrace his mate afforded was better than anything any human could possibly offer.

As he started bucking his hips, falling into a steady rhythm, he leaned forward and wormed one hand around Sky’s back. They’d done it in all manner of positions, having gone so far as to screw on nearly every surface of his apartment, but nothing quite beat the intimacy of missionary - sure it may be bland by some people’s or ponies’ standards, yet it was the only position that allowed them to comfortably kiss and look at one another. His tongue sank into his lover’s open, awaiting snout, while his eyes drifted shut.

The moment Anon started plowing him, Sky snapped his fetlocks around the man’s waist. Nothing - nothing quite beats moments like these. Being under his lover, the tongue in his muzzle, being driven forward and back with each thrust - honestly, it was better than anything any stallion could deliver. He groaned into his lover’s mouth, his eyes rolled back, and his wings folded around Anon’s back, as he lost himself to his bliss.

Had somepony told him he’d end up falling for a human, back before he’d come to Earth, he would have laughed and thought they were joking. Humans were big, intimidating creatures that walked around on two legs; there was no way he would have ever gotten into a romantic relationship with one of them! Though he still occasionally wondered exactly how things had lined up the way they had, there wasn’t a day that passed when he didn’t thank his lucky stars for meeting Anon.

He broke their kiss, brought his snout to the side of Anon’s head, and lipped the man’s ear. “H…harder…”

His request was instantaneously obliged. Draped atop him, holding him tightly, Anon plowed him like a field in spring. While he was no longer tied up, the disparity of their sizes and physical strengths made his fur stand on end. The man was just so big, able to carry him around as though he weighed nothing, but that was only part of the appeal. While he had no reservations about being a bottom, having always hoped to find a lover who was on the large side, he never would have guessed the stallion of his dreams wouldn’t be a stallion at all.

Burying his face in Anon’s collar, panting and grunting with each thrust, he felt himself getting close. Getting off by having his stallionhood played with was all well and good, and his lover never shied away from giving him a hand-job, but there was something special about having a climax from anal only. He relaxed with each plunge and tensed with each backstroke of the man’s divine cock, inching closer and closer to his limit.

“G…getting close, babe?” Anon growled, feeling his abdomen being smeared with pre-cum.

“Nnnph - Uh - Oh buck - Uh-huh,” Sky sputtered, barely able to speak.

Anon brought one hand under Sky’s tush and lifted it ever so slightly, allowing him to demolish the tiny pony’s p-spot. After only a handful of thrusts, he drove the femcolt past the brink. Shaking like a leaf, his coltfriend brayed to the heavens. Hot foal-batter shot all the way up to his chin, coating the entire front of his torso, but he wasn’t bothered in the slightest - on the contrary, the baptism pushed him to the point of no return.

His relationship with Sky was like a game of cat and mouse; sometimes he outlasted his lover in bed, while other times he wasn’t quite as lucky - either way, the small competitive element never failed to keep things interesting in the bedroom. With the stallion going limp in his arms, he pulled out all the stops and made a mad dash to the finish line. There was no need to hold back anymore - regrettably, in his enthusiasm, he didn’t feel his lover shift.

Fighting through the rapturous haze, running on sheer willpower alone, Sky turned his head to the side, swung open his jaw, and bit Anon’s neck. His fangs were like needles, so sharp that the skin yielded no resistance, and the man instantly stiffened. While he wasn’t the biggest fan of meat, much preferring fruit, he wasn’t one to miss the chance for a little nibble of his lover every now and again.

The man tried to resist, setting his jaw and keeping his eyes clamped shut, but it was no use. With an unstoppable plunge, burying every inch of his incredible length, Anon came moments after him. It would have been cute - adorable even, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was hit with a second, devastating climax when his insides were flooded with his mate’s thick, virile seed. He threw his head back and howled, his soft, marish voice contrasting to his boyfriend’s deep, masculine grunts, as they held one another.

Their bodies grew still, their ecstasy gradually faded, and they pulled away from one another. Neither said a word, but they knew - knew how much they meant to each other. They closed for another, final kiss, before Anon rolled to his side and wrapped his arms around the slender stallion.

“What am I going to do with you?” Anon weakly chuckled, drawing his hands over the pony’s back.

Returning the favor, rubbing a wing over the man’s shoulder, Sky contentedly hummed. “Whatever you want, as long as it doesn’t involve leaving me…”

Glancing to the side, Anon reached toward his nightstand. There’d been something he’d been sitting on for months, but he’d yet to act on it - that was until that moment. He pulled open the drawer, thrust his hand inside, and wrapped his fingers around a tiny wooden box. There was only one thing that he truly did wish to do with Sky, though he prayed it wouldn’t backfire in his face.

“What are you…” Sky fell silent as his eyes settled on the miniature chest in the man’s grasp.

“Sky,” Anon began, opening the box with his thumb, “I have an important question for you. Will you - Mmmph?!?”

The second Sky spied the glint of gold, he shot forward and frenched the man. “Yes!” he bleated, withdrawing with tears in his eyes. “Yes of course I will!”

Anon shook his head and beamed. “You don’t even know what I was going to ask! Maybe I…”

Seeing the stallion’s smiling, tear-streaked face, he held his lover and sniffled. As much as he tried to make light of the situation, having tried to make a joke, he couldn’t hold back the waterworks. Sky meant the world to him, to the point where he couldn’t picture life without the little guy, so he wanted - no, needed to make it official.

Seconds passed and their hushed sobbing subsided, leading them to pull back and stare into one another’s eyes. Of all the things they’d done, few were more pivotal than this moment. No longer boyfriend and coltfriend, they would soon be something more.

“Come on,” Anon whispered, softly wiping the stallion’s cheek, “you’re gonna make me cry.”

“S…says - Sniff - the man who just p…proposed,” Sky blubbered.

He couldn’t have asked for a better lover, and he still didn’t know what he’d done to deserve the man, but he’d been unprepared for such a momentous occasion. He’d hoped - hoped that something like this would happen someday, yet he’d never dared to expect it. After a lifetime of trying to find his special somepony, his wish had finally been granted.

Regaining his composure, if only just, he pecked the man’s cheek. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Funny you should say that,” Anon grunted, carefully swinging his legs off the bed while holding the pony against himself, “because I ask myself the same thing every morning when I wake up to your beautiful face.”

“Now you’re trying to butter me up,” Sky whimpered as his mate carried him to and into the bathroom.

“I do have one more question though,” Anon continued, stooping over and setting the shower to warm. Looking down and seeing a quizzical look on the pony’s face, he smirked. “You don’t mind if I call you honey ~ do you?”

Sky pressed his cheek to his lover’s chest, smiling all the while. “Not in the slightest…”

What they’d cultivated, nurtured and cared for for months on end was the epitome of love being blind. They’d often looked after one another, always doing their best to improve their relationship, and now it had paid off. As they stepped into the basin and under the warm flow of water, each instinctively reaching for the soap, they giggled uncontrollably. If there was one thing they were both completely certain of, it was that they were two parts of a whole…