Saddle Up, 2024

“Can I open my eyes yet?” Sprout shouted.

A moment passed before Hitch yelled back. “Almost done! Just hold your horses!”

Sprout sighed and hung his head, not happy that he was having to wait for something, but curious to figure out what Hitch was up to. Honestly, after his little megalomaniacal stunt, he should be happy that he’d been invited over in the first place. Scrunching his snout, he buried his head in his hooves as he sat on the edge of his friend’s bed.

Live in Maretime bay - heck, everywhere had been pretty nuts lately. Not only had he found out that pegasi and unicorns existed, but magic had been returned to the world by Sunny of all ponies. All things considered, anypony in his position may have overreacted and tried to start a war - well, maybe not, but the notion made him feel a little less guilty about what he’d done.

Losing his job as a deputy had been expected, yet the guilt he’d been dealing with had been gnawing away at him. He’d almost lost Hitch, his oldest, most cherished friend, and he’d nearly killed several ponies in the process - sure, he didn’t particularly like Sunny, but he didn’t want to hurt anypony! Setting his jaw and knitting his brow, he shook his head to dislodge the unwanted, dour thoughts from his mind.

“Are they still closed?” Hitch hollered.

Sprout sat back and pinched the bridge of his snout. “Uh - yeah!”

His ears perked up when he heard the door open and a set of hooves come trotting up to him. Irrespective of how glad he was to spend a bit of time with Hitch, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. For starters, being asked to close his eyes was really strange, especially because it wasn’t a special occasion - secondly and just as weirdly, Hitch had been acting particularly chipper all day.

“Okay,” Hitch hummed, “you can look now.”

“Seriously, I don’t…” Sprout trailed off as soon as he opened his eyes.

His jaw nearly hit the floor, his eyes bulged in his skull, and his heart skipped a beat - several in fact - as he gazed over at his friend. He’d seen Hitch in all sorts of situations before, from getting dressed up for photo shoots to casually lounging on the beach, yet nothing - nothing could have prepared him for the sight which greeted him. Adorned in fishnets, a crop top, and a pair of booty shorts, all of which being a matching ruby-red, Hitch beamed and proudly turned his chin up.

“I…wha…how…” he sputtered, unable to process what he was looking at.

Seating himself and adjusting his top, Hitch cocked his head. “Do you like it? Pipp said it’s the hottest thing,” he explained, air-quoting with his forehooves. “I told her that I thought it was silly, but she said you might be able to back her up.”

Sprout was speechless - literally speechless. Though his jaw flapped and he tried to reply, not a single sound escaped him. This had to be some sick joke, because there was no possible way that Hitch could have figured out one of his deepest, darkest secrets.

There was no easy way to say it, and he’d even tried to convince himself otherwise, but he’d grappled with somewhat sinful thoughts about Hitch for ages. His friend may not have fully realized it, but he was hot - like, far, far hotter than he had any right to be. With a chiseled jaw, slender waist, and a derriere that put every mare in town’s caboose to shame, he was a trotting bombshell.

“Hellooooooooo,” Hitch chuckled, leaning in and waved a forehoof. “Equestria to Sprout. Come in, Sprout.”

Shaking his head and snapping from his stupor, Sprout blinked. “What?”

“Do you like it?” Hitch repeated. Backing away, he straightened his top. “I think Pipp is crazy, but she swears I look good in it.”

“I mean, it looks ok,” Sprout grumbled, doing his darnedest not to ogle his friend’s deliciously juicy flanks.

Pulling at his fishnet leggings, Hitch got to his hooves and gradually turned in place. “Well I guess she - Nnnf! Stupid thing keeps riding up…”

“Keeps riding…” The words died in Sprout’s throat when he realized what his friend was talking about.

As Hitch spun around, he noticed something - two somethings in fact. The hot pants Hitch was wearing crept higher and higher, practically being devoured by his prolific tush, but that wasn’t the only thing to catch his eye. Only barely covered, a hint of something pink peeked from beneath the struggling fabric over the stallion’s groin.

“You can notice it?” Hitch asked.

Tearing his eyes off the stud’s crotch, Sprout forced himself to look up to Hitch’s face. “Notice what? I d…didn’t notice anything!”

“Here ~ see?” Hitch continued. Hiking one hind leg, he shamelessly revealed his nethers while pulling at the waistband of his shorts. “It’s called a cage. Pipp told me that they’re all the rage with big-booty femcolts - whatever that means.”

“I…I….” Sprout stammered.

Sensing his stallionhood swelling, he hastily crossed his hind legs and reclined. This wasn’t good - this wasn’t good at all. Popping wood in front of his friend, a friend who he was pretty sure was straight, would be awkward at best and disastrous at worst. As he dismissively waved a hoof, seconds from telling Hitch to go change out of the silly outfit, his hardening length pressed angrily against his thighs.

“I don’t - wait a second,” Hitch mumbled, squinting over him. “What are you doing…?”

Cold sweat beaded Sprout’s brow, a pit formed in his stomach, and he nervously grinned. “Nothing! I’m not doing anything! W…what are you doing in that -”

“Move your legs,” Hitch interrupted, turning to face him. Reaching out with a forehoof, he gently pulled at his fetlock. “Come on, something’s clearly wrong! Did you hurt yourself? Should I go get a nurse?”

“No!” Sprout squawked. “I’m fine! You don’t have to -”

Sproing

Despite his best efforts, pinning his dick to the mattress between his thighs, his stallionhood would not be denied. He rocked back in shock, aghast that his endowment had betrayed him, but he was far from the only stunned pony in the room. Gazing at his monolithic shaft in open awe, Hitch’s eyes wandered up and down the pillar-like length throbbing just out of hoof’s reach.

“Holy cow…” Hitch breathed, his voice hushed and laced with wonder.

Spout flew into a panic, clutching his tool with both forehooves while he leaned forward and tried to hide his shame. “D…don’t look at it!”

Clamping his eyes shut, he cursed his rotten luck and his stupid, massive dick. Hitch may have had a generous and downright beautiful ass, the sort of tush that inspired poets and sculptors, but he wasn’t the only gifted pony in town. While he didn’t have a particularly noteworthy hindquarters, the same couldn’t be said about his endowment.

With his stallionhood fighting against him, jerking upward in defiance, he snarled. Contrary to what many would believe, the behemoth he called a cock was more of a curse than a blessing. He’d heart ponies whisper about how lucky he was, about how they’d kill to have a dick like his, but it came with several drawbacks.

Even if he’d been lucky enough to find a coltfriend for himself, there was no way - no possible way the average pony could accommodate somepony like him with a fifth leg. As crazy as it may have sounded, he would have gladly given a few inches of length and girth to anypony who would have wanted it. Debating on how he’d be able to excuse himself in a relatively inoffensive manner, he lifted his head when a hoof tenderly patted him on the shoulder.

“You mind sitting back for a second?” Hitch nonchalantly inquired.

Sprout sneered, taken aback by the request. “Why?”

“Oh…Ooooooooh!” Hitch gasped. With a wry grin on his muzzle, he trotted in reverse, spun around, and leveled his ass at Sprout. “Is it because you wanted to see more of this?”

As he gazed longingly at Hitch’s ass, all the more enthralled when his friend began rocking his hips and clapping the cheeks of his tush together, Sprout’s mouth began to water. Hitch didn’t have a gratuitous amount of cake, he had an entire gosh darn bakery of a behind. Given fleeting glimpses of the stud’s exquisitely prominent pucker, he shifted uncomfortably.

“What’s the matter?” Hitch teased, ceasing his twerking to reach back and pull at one doughy bun of his backside. “Don’t tell me you wanted a better look at this.”

Sprout had heard that somepony could get so aroused that it hurt - actually hurt, but he’d dismissed it as an old nag’s tale until he saw the glistening, heavenly donut that was Hitch’s backdoor. He’d spent many a lonely night fantasizing about what his friend’s entrance would look like, on whether it would be pronounced or crater-like, so actually getting to see it landed a crippling blow to his self-restraint. All but literally holding himself back, he unwittingly leaned forward.

“Go ahead,” Hitch purred, languidly backing toward his face, “give yourself a good, long - Mmmmmn.”

Cutting Hitch off, Sprout leapt forward and drove his face into the cleft of the heavenly tush that had been tempting him for years. There was a point at which anypony broke, a moment where their resolve crumbled to ash and disappeared - for him, that moment came when his muzzle pressed against the velvety ring of Hitch’s pucker. Closing his eyes and drawing a long, deep breath through his nose, he yielded to his unabashed lust.

Larger than life and even more magnificent, Hitch’s ass was a dream come true. The heat of the mountainous cheeks pressed to either side of his head, the taste of sweat against his lips, and being blinded by his bestie’s backside could have - would have driven him into a frenzy, yet the smell - stars above, the smell was the final nail in his coffin. He groaned and huffed the heady bouquet, overjoyed that he was finally able to make his fantasy a reality.

Hitch’s musk was enchanting, a perfect blend of masculine and feminine, and it was everything he’d hoped it would be and more. Closing his eyes and driving himself forward, he stroked one massive flank while hotly making out with his friend’s ass. After all the years he’d spent silently pining over Hitch, he wasn’t going to let such a golden opportunity go to waste.

Bucking back, Hitch swayed his hips from side to side. “Woah there! What’s the rush?”

“Mmmmmph,” Sprout groaned, barely hearing the question.

What little was left of his higher self understood that this must have been planned. Hitch had clearly done more to prepare himself than just wriggle into the slatternly outfit, considering he was already lubed up and ready for action, but that didn’t make a lick of sense! If his best friend, somepony he trusted more than anypony other than his mom, was willing to lure him into a lecherous trap, that could only mean…

Pushing himself away, he listed to one side and glowered up at Hitch’s face. “Did you want this to happen?”

Hitch gave a slight shrug and reluctantly met his gaze. “Maybe…”

Whether or not Hitch had been stringing him along for years on end, pretending to be straight and either ignoring or not noticing his lustful glances, was a question he could deal with later - for the time being, even though it wasn’t even close to dinner time, he had a buffet to attend to. Seating himself and sliding forward, he situated himself between Hitch’s hind legs and dove in like it was the last meal he’d ever eat.

Affirming his suspicions, Hitch made no move to stop him - on the contrary, he seemed eager to have his tush feasted upon. Bracing his hind legs and raising his waist, he gently rocked forward and back. If somepony had told him he’d end up rimming his best friend that day, he would have laughed and called them a lunatic - fortunately for him and his unchecked libido, that’s precisely what had ended up happening.

It would have been impossible for him to say how long he stayed where he was, french kissing Hitch’s incredible rump, but things eventually came to a head. Slavering pre-cum and pulsing in tune with his thundering heart, his stallionhood ached so badly that it detracted from what should have been a magical experience. Snarling, both excited and irritated with his belligerent dick, he got to his hooves.

“Bend over,” he muttered. Somewhat emboldened, he gave Hitch’s pillowy rear a sound smack to prove he wasn’t messing around. “Now…”

“Yes sir!” Hitch chirped. As he lowered his chest to the floor, he motioned to the bed. “Can you get me a pillow?”

Scrambling to the head of the bed, Sprout snatched up a cushion and lobbed it at his friend’s face. The entire situation felt like something out of a dream, both surreal and unbelievable, but he wasn’t going to risk screwing it up. Situating himself behind Hitch, he gave himself a second to sear the immaculately presented posterior into his memory before standing on his hind legs.

He took a small step while he ran his forehooves over Hitch’s ass and to his hips. “A…are you - Cough - ready?”

Peeking back with a heavily-lidded eye, Hitch nodded. “Mm-hmm…”

“Alright,” Sprout rasped, speaking to himself as much as he was to Hitch.

Bringing one forehoof to the trunk-like base of his shaft, he guided his length to Hitch’s backdoor. The warmth against his cock-head was like an angel’s kiss that chipped away the lingering control he had over himself. He hoped Hitch was ready for this, because he was dead-certain that he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself back for long.

As he drove his hips forward and slipped into Hitch’s behind, he groaned and trembled with delight. Though he was a virgin - well, had been a virgin until that very moment, the satiny sensations against his dick was unfathomably good. He’d had no doubt that sex felt nice, far better than a hoofjob while trying not to wake up his mom, but this - this was criminally good.

“Mmmmmmmmmn,” Hitch moaned. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.”

Falling motionless, Sprout stared down at his friend in disbelief. “R…really?”

Nodding once again, Hitch anxiously smiled. “Thank Pipp; without her, I wouldn’t have gotten the courage to do this…”

And just like that, the dam broke. It was one thing to be seduced by his friend - it was quite another to find out that the feelings he’d always assumed were one-way were actually reciprocated. Plastering himself over Hitch’s ass and peppering one colossal cheek with kisses, Sprout clamped his eyes shut and began hammering away.

“Oh Hitch,” he whined, using every bit of strength he could muster. “I…I’ve wanted this for so long!”

Bucking back and meeting every bit of his zeal, Hitch mewled. “M…me too, buddy!”

Judging from the gleeful squeals and just how darn hard his dick was getting milked, Sprout was inclined to believe Hitch. He couldn’t begin to describe how he felt mentally, still reeling from the revelation that his friend looked at him in an amorous light, but physically he was on cloud nine. Every single element of the tryst, from the sights and sounds to the taste of ass on his lips and the sensation of an awesome pucker clinging to his pistoning stallionhood, was divinity incarnate.

As the minutes gradually passed, he fully understood the implications of what was happening. Hitch had a colossal tush, he had a gargantuan endowment - either alone would have meant little, but together they were like a lock and key. He didn’t like to think too much about higher powers, fate, or anything as unknowable as all that, but he couldn’t help but consider that they were made for one another.

“Oh buck,” Hitch gasped. “I’m g…gonna - Aaaaaaahn!”

The marish squeak that sailed to Sprout’s ears was joined by the feeling of Hitch squeezing his cock in a vice-grip. Like so many other things in life, he’d heard that stallions could cum from anal alone, but he hadn’t thought it was actually possible. Without slowing down, continuing to thrust away with reckless abandon, he watched as jizz sailed from Hitch’s chastity cage.

He tried not to show it, but he’d actually been pretty close to his limit for quite some time - that said, comprehending that he’d made Hitch climax cast him into a sea of ecstasy. Hilting and fitfully bucking his hips, he attempted to stay quiet - alas, it was all too much for him. Slipping beneath the waves of a rapturous sea, he nuzzled Hitch’s neck.

“M…Mommy!” he wailed.

Overcome with bliss, to the point where he didn’t realize what he’d just uttered, he collapsed atop Hitch - an act which sent them both toppling to the floor. Stars danced in his vision, he felt like he was trotting on air, and he couldn’t stop smiling while he fought to catch his breath. While he felt a little bad about the spectacular mess he’d made, what with all the cum seeping into the carpet, but he’d be more than happy to help clean everything up.

Falteringly turning his head and looking to Hitch’s face, he coughed. “Y…you ok?”

Hitch stared over at him with a dreamy expression and nodded. “Uh…uh-huh…”

Sprout went to apologize for the rather inglorious finale, but he paused when he saw the full effects of what he’d done. With a distended, gurgling belly, looking positively gravid, Hitch wearily grinned and rubbed his cum-bloated stomach. Though he’d only just blown a tremendous load, his stallionhood twitched enthusiastically.

“So - um - are we dating now?” he timidly asked.

Wiggling over and locking him in an embrace, Hitch kissed his cheek. “If…if it’s ok with you…”

“Yeah,” Sprout sighed, returning the hug and closing his eyes.

He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve this, but he was beyond grateful - sure, there was a lot to take in, and then there was the whole matter of unpacking his feelings for Hitch and visa versa, but he was happier than he’d been in a long, long time. Holding his friend-made-coltfriend close, he snickered. Chuckling alongside him, Hitch gave him another kiss, then a third and a forth, until they were softly making out on the floor. At long last, maybe things were finally starting to turn around for him…