Warning: This story contains homosexual relationships and includes sexual parts.
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Just Hangin' Around
By Butterscotch Cream
“Ah dunno about this, Fireflah. Cherreh Blossom an' Lemon Drop sure won' be happy about this at'all. Not at'all.”
Mudpie, a rather burly brown earth pony with sandy tan hair, was cowering behind his brave and brazen friend despite being the larger of the two. By the way he acted, one would have thought he'd already been caught and led to the stocks. Firefly was a gray pony with a shock of bright yellow hair that stood out even in the dimming evening light, and he was grinning like the devil himself as he gave the rope he was tying up a few final tugs then stepped back to admire his work: a large, spring-loaded net that spread over the path leading into one of the local orchards.
“Don't be such a worry-wart Mudpie! We'll cut them down as soon as we let them hang around a few minutes and get a good laugh. It'll be great!”
“Great fer you maybeh,” Mudpie retorted with a grumpy snort, sparing an equally grumpy glare in his friend's direction before resuming his paranoid lookout for oncomers. “Ah know that Cherreh Blossom embarrassed ya last week, but do ya really think we gotta do this? Can't ya just let it lah?”
Firefly's proud grin of satisfaction almost immediately turned into a scowl. “Embarrassed me!? You don't think that's putting it a little light!?”
Mudpie started backing up in a repentantly defensive manner. “Fireflah, ya know Ah sym-”
“She set my entire 'Playcolt' stash on my boss's desk and nearly got me fired!”
After a few moments of silence proved that Firefly wasn't going to say anymore, Mudpie emerged from behind his shielding foreleg and peeked at the seething colt. “But... are ya fired?”
Firefly didn't like this jab at his justification and diverted his glower off to the side with a resentful huff. It took him several moments to finally muster up his begrudged answer.
“.......no. But I don't care! We're gonna teach her to never do something like that again! Now help me cover up this net. They'll be coming along soon.”
“Wha do ya always include mein them sentences?” Mudpie growled as he lumbered over, compliantly using his hind legs to kick dirt and leaves over the trap in spite of his disgruntled protests. “Our idea. Our plan. Our objective. Ah've been tryin' ta talk ya out'a this nonesense th'whole way! An' besides! Wha do we gotta trap Lemon Drop too? She didn' do nothin'!”
“She laughed. And I can't help they walk home together – this is just the best time to get Cherry.” Firefly gave another huff and examined the now camouflaged netting, looking for any parts that might be exposed. Not seeing any, he gave a nod of approval to no one in particular. “I think it's about done. Lemme check the ropes once more.”
Mudpie grumbled a little more as he leaned against one of the nearby trees, cathartically throwing enough of his weight into it that the tree shuddered. He knew this wasn't a good idea. What if someone got hurt? What if Cherry Blossom claimed assault or something if she found out who'd done it? And, he had a suspicion that Firefly intended to let them sit there suspended in the net a little longer than a few minutes.
Then, an idea occurred to the stallion. Even if he didn't really know how these trap-things worked, Mudpie knew the ropes were important, especially the twine around the perimeter. Firefly was busy checking everything (again), and he'd warned Mudpie profusely not to touch the ropes. But what if one of them accidentally got messed up, and the trap just didn't trigger? Cherry Blossom and Lemon Drop wouldn't get mad, Firefly would be none the wiser, and spared the consequences of his vengeance...
Looking as unsuspicious as he could, Mudpie cast a casual glance over at his friend, who still seemed too preoccupied to notice anything Mudpie actually did. Good. The stallion moseyed over next to smaller gray colt and looked over his shoulder as he tightened one of the ropes for the upteenth time since they'd been there.
“Mudpie! Stay away from the net! I don't want you messing anything up!”
“Awright, awright...” Mudpie turned as if to walk away, but quickly scanned the area for the most important rope he could spot. It'd only take one tiny misstep and everything would be fixed... There was one, and it was right by his hoof. With a self-satisfied smirk, Mudpie shifted his forehoof to the side and gently stamped down-
*snap*-whhhhrrrlll-”GYAAAAAAAAA!”
After the initial screamed confusion there were several seconds of stunned silence, broken only by the sound of slowly rocking, strained rope. It took even longer for the two ponies to realize what exactly had happened as the dizziness settled.
“Fireflah? ….are ya okay?”
“...don't talk to me right now, Mudpie. I'm still busy hating you.”
The brown stallion cleared his throat uncomfortably and tried to shift around in the net that was holding them suspended about 10 feet above ground and freedom. Getting down didn't look like it was going to be easy. The net itself was a tangle of rope and limbs, but for what it was, at least it wasn't too uncomfortable. It was more like a... very cramped hammock. Very, cramped.
“L-listen, Fireflah, mah leg's all twisted. If ya could jus' pull yaself up, jus' a little...”
Firefly snorted and began spitefully jerking his body about in the net.
“Fine. Hold on a sec...” The colt started trying to climb his way up the inside of the netting with his hooves while Mudpie pulled his leg free, but every one of Firefly's movements were punctuated with an insult. ”Of all the bone-headed... numb-skulled.... hair-brained-... oomph!”
Mudpie's leg had been successfully freed, but now he had a face-full of mane, and a lap-full of Firefly – something they were both very aware of. This time it was Firefly who awkwardly cleared his throat.
“S-... sorry, Mudpie. I... can't really move...”
Mudpie gulped a little, but with a slightly quavering voice, managed an “S'awright...” Still, neither of them said anything for the next several minutes, Mudpie too flustered and Firefly too agitated. And so they sat there, swinging back and forth, each brooding over his own thoughts. Perhaps it was the awkward circumstance that eventually melted through the gray colt's stubborn attitude and got him to think things over, or maybe it was just the fact he was helplessly caught in a net and couldn't do much else. Either way, it was Firefly who finally broke the silence again, his tone much more contrite than it had been all evening.
“You... were right, Mudpie. This was a dumb idea. I'm sorry for dragging you along.”
Hugging was nothing new between them. They'd hugged plenty of times before – in manly ways, of course – but hugging Firefly from behind, especially given the embarrassing arrangement of Mudpie's personal equipment underneath his friend, was a great deal different. All the same, Mudpie felt it was the thing to do and he couldn't really help the position they were in, so he did. Firefly tensed up for a few seconds, but eventually relaxed, and even smiled a little, folding his ears back apologetically.
“Thanks Mudpie – for putting up with me and all.”
Mudpie grinned a bit and ruffled his friend's mane with his nose. “Ya might be a jerk ev'ry once in a'while, but Ah figgur yer worth it.”
Firefly sat back and sighed as he stared up at the sky, striving to figure a way out of their predicament. Ironically, he was half hoping that Cherry Blossom and Lemon Drop would come sooner rather than later, so they could get help out of the netting – assuming that Cherry wouldn't be her usual stuck-up self and would actually help. The more he thought about it though, the more Firefly felt he couldn't really count on that, and once more began attempting to worm his way to the top of the net. Unfortunately, his hind legs were both caught through loops in the netting, so the only thing he achieved was squirming around a little – and this time it was Mudpie who tensed up.
“F-...Fireflah.... please... please stop wigglin'....” he pleaded, his cheeks almost immediately red. Firefly was too busy trying to escape to really notice anything.
“I just... need... to get... up a little... higher...”
“N-no... no really Fireflah.. stop wigglin'!”
The urgency in his friend's voice finally convinced Firefly to to slump back in his “seat,” but when he did he let out small whimpered gasp as the reason for Mudpie's discomfort introduced itself underneath his tail. Firefly sat there frozen, not even daring to gulp.
“Jus'... jus' don' move. It'll... go down... Ah... Ah hope...”
But Firefly's climbing had set the net swinging slowly back and forth like a pendulum again, and each time the net switched directions, he could feel Mudpie's stubby horsehood gradually thickening and spreading his cheeks as it pressed harder and harder against his tailhole, and he knew from what he'd seen drop in the locker-room showers back in their school days, it wouldn't stay stubby for long.
“M-mudpie?” he whimpered softly. He wasn't sure what to think or do. But then again, neither was Mudpie, who was equally embarrassed.
“Ah'm... Ah'm sorreh Fireflah... -we gotta think'a awful things! Tha's it! C'mon! Help me think'a horrid things!”
Firefly's mind raced as he latched onto the idea. There had to be somethng, anything- but right at the moment the protrusion that was steadily growing underneath him had his mind occupied, and it was difficult not to imagine his rump settled there in Mudpie's crotch. Finally he blurted out the first thing that came into his head.
“Sally Snowball's Face!”
Mudpie blinked. “Th' girl from high-school? With them buckteeth?”
“Yeah! She was awful!” Firefly never thought he'd be so happy to have seen a homely face. And at first it seemed to have had the same effect on Mudpie, which made him even more happy.
“Oh yeh! But...Fireflah, that ain't nice... Ah mean sure she wasn' th'prettiest, bu-”
“Oh come on, Mudpie!” he whined in exasperation, “She was ugly! I'm not trying to make her feel bad, I'm trying t-”
The colt cut off abruptly with an absolutely mortified expression on his face, his ears twitching and turning as they homed in on a new sound. Apparently Mudpie had heard it too, and it had a similar effect, because he was now clutching Firefly as though his life depended on it. It was the sound of girlish giggling. The two colts looked at each other and then whispered in simultaneous recognition.
“Cherry Blossom...”
Sure enough, as the net slowly swung around, they caught a glimpse of two mares coming down the path. If they had arrived minutes ago, Firefly would have been all too happy (well, happier than he would have expected) to flag Cherry Blossom down and send her for help. But...things had changed. There was no possible way he could let her see him... like this. Him and Mudpie like this. And again, Mudpie seemed to feel the same way because he had dropped to stone silence, breathing as shallow as death.
In their mutual predicament, Firefly actually caught himself pressing closer to the stallion behind him, but the importance of that had dimmed somewhat, as he was too busy willing with all his earth pony heart that the net would stop creaking, stop swinging, stop anything that would draw attention as Cherry Blossom and Lemon Drop strolled closer, carrying a lantern that glowed in the otherwise darkened night.
“....oh it was simply hilarious! You really should have seen the look on her face! Hahaha!”
A softer, more timid mare's voice chimed its response to her flamboyant counterpart.
“But... Cherry... don't you think that was rather... well, not nice?”
Cherry Blossom humphed and shrugged off the comment as if it were a ridiculous suggestion.
“Don't be silly dear. She'll be fine! She'll get more, I'm sure... besides - so what if I took them? She deserved it. She got tickets to the Marshal's Opera, and after all I did for her, do you know who she invited? Snowflake! Of all the boring, arduous people, Twist went and invited Snowflake instead of me! You and I will appreciate the opera much more anyway.”
By this point, Cherry Blossom and Lemon drop were directly beneath the two colts, walking slowly and pausing often as Cherry halted to gesticulate every emphasis and phrase. Meanwhile, aside from the very real peril of being discovered, Firefly and Mudpie had other problems on their mind: Mudpie wasn't going down. In fact, the longer they sat there, frozen in silence under threat of one or both mares chancing a glance up, the harder he got. Firefly had broken into a sweat and was quivering in his friend's grip. He could already feel his cleft smeared slick with Mudpie's pre, and the pressure against his tailhole was so strong, he knew that any moment- “...nnngh~”
Lemon Drop was about to respond when Cherry Blossom suddenly stopped and held up a hoof, her eyes searching wherever the latern she carried cast its wobbling gold light.
“...did you hear something just then, Lemon?” Her voice was extremely suspicious. Mudpie and Firefly were both trembling with the effort of staying silent. It would have been hard to tell who it was harder for: Mudpie, for having the tight, virgin bud of his friend slowly sinking down his naked shaft, or Firefly, who was finding out just how thick his stallion friend was for the first time – the “hard way.”
“Why... no... I didn't hear anything... maybe it was just the breeze? Or... maybe an animal? We...are fairly close to the woods...”
Cherry Blossom didn't look convinced, but when no other sounds presented themselves for her investigation, she finally resumed her ambling. “I could have sworn I heard something moaning...”
Lemon Drop hung back a little, looking at Cherry Blossom a bit oddly for a few seconds before scooting along to catch up. “I... really didn't hear anything... but anyway... I'm... not sure I want to go to the opera... I just wouldn't feel right... I think you should give them back...”
“Oh Lemon, you're such a darling!” Cherry laughed with a dismissive wave of her hoof. “Very well. If you don't want to go, I'll find someone who will. But no dear, they're staying safe in my desk - she got what she deserved. If you change your mind though dear, you're still welcome to come~! You know you're my best friend...”
The further they faded into the night the more unintelligible their words became, till finally even the lamplight was just a vague yellow hint amid the moonlight. The moment he felt it was safe, Firefly's lungs practically exploded into action, gasping so hard and so frequently he seemed on the verge of hyperventilating. Mudpie began pouring out apologies about as fast as his slow drawl could deliver them, though nothing he said could change the fact that his throbbing shaft was planted nearly to the hilt in Firefly's rump.
“Ah'm sorreh Fireflah! Oh.. Ah'm... Ah can't tell ya how sorreh Ah am! Oh... please please forgive me. Ah didn' mean for this ta happen! Ah'll... Ah'll do anythin' fer ya Fireflah, anythin'!”
The poor stallion was on the brink of tears. He couldn't pull out, he couldn't stop what was happening, and perhaps the thing he felt most guilty for, he was enjoying it. He began blubbering dumbly into Firefly's mane, all repentance and shame filling his garbled voice.
“...oh... f-fuck me...oooooh~” The statement was made with a strained, overwhelmed voice, but somehow it didn't sound... unhappy. Mudpie's flood of apologies almost immediately stopped, snapped out of his wordy penance by the colt's reaction. Then Firefly started wiggling again, and the last spare bit that separated the colt's buns from Mudpie's balls disappeared, making the stallion cringe as he clutched his friend all the more tightly. “...Mud... please... fffuck me...” That was when it struck him. Firefly wasn't just choking expletives, he was asking to be fucked.
“B... but Fireflah...Ah-”
“Please...” Mudpie had known Firefly all his life, but the colt was using a tone he had never heard from him before. That's why he hadn't been able to place it at first. He was hearing need. As if trying to give Mudpie a head start, Firefly began twisting himself around in the stallion's lap, drawing about as many groans from himself as he did from his friend. Suddenly, Mudpie squeezed Firefly against himself tighter than he had before, arresting the colt's movement. For a few seconds, he couldn't do anything except huff heavily as he caught his breath, but eventually the brown stallion leaned forward and rubbed his muzzle against the smaller colt's ear, whispering through his teeth.
“Quit yer wigglin'... lemme do th'work...”
Still holding Firefly tight, Mudpie drew his hips back as much as their prison would allow and plunged forward again, shuddering as he felt his medial ring pop past Firefly's bud like a knot. Mudpie slipped one of his forelegs down his friend's belly to get a tighter grip, but ran into something slick, and solid. When he arched his neck over Firefly's shoulder and peeked down, a smile spread slowly over his lips. Nestled between Firefly's legs was an ebony, raging hardon, dribbling pre all over his gray-coated belly. What's more, the pony's haunches were hugged up around it protectively, and somehow, it was one of the cutest things Mudpie had ever seen.
“Well... Ah'll be...” He gently fought Firefly's thighs down and wrapped his foreleg over the throbbing cock, nickering soothingly as he began to stroke it up and down. Firefly could barely do more than quiver and moan, writhing softly as Mudpie tenderly settled into a steady rut, dragging his thick ring back and forth over his friend's nut. Much to the stallion's delight, Firefly bleated a pleasure-filled whinny and spurted another healthy shot of pre over his belly, the crown of his shaft already blossoming.
“Oh... Mudpie... I-... I'm...” The sex-intoxicated colt couldn't even finish his statement before he felt the tightness spread from his prostate to his groin and balls. He couldn't have held it back even if he wanted to, and at this point the most he could do was squeal and curl up against Mudpie as the stallion hilted another thrust, sending him over his peak. Mudpie knew what was coming, and somehow the fact he'd been responsible for it brought him a strange satisfaction. He hugged Firefly close, cradling the colt's rump between his thighs for leverage as he kept stroking the pony's shaft through its first few spasms of orgasm, petting and caressing it as ribbon after ribbon, and groan after whimpered moan gushed out of his friend, each shot of cum splattering softly on Firefly's belly or somewhere on the ground below them.
Firefly's rump clamped down on Mudpie's member as his climax peaked, and that's when the larger colt's own instincts kicked in. With a powerful snort he started up the rut again, but this time firmer and more commanding. He hooked his neck underneath Firefly's like an anchor and began to fuck him in earnest, grunting in an almost feral fashion as his own shaft began to swell in the colt's ass. Firefly's orgasm hadn't even fully finished yet when Mudpie's cock flared inside him, the stallion shaft grinding against the colt's prostate like a piston, milking cumshots till Firefly's crotch was a sticky mess of his own cream.
Mudpie was unrelenting though, his thrusts getting increasingly powerful as he instinctively sought to stuff his shaft as deep inside the other pony as he could, rolling his hips each time he bottomed out. When his own orgasm finally hit, it felt like a pent-up fire gushing through his groin, and he barely had time to plow himself balls-deep between Firefly's clenching cheeks before he started to geyser, his shaft completely buried under the colt's tail. Mudpie's whole body lurched as he released a torrent of thick cum, holding Firefly's rump in place with his strong, vice-like haunches as his balls emptied themselves freely into the colt's tight ass. There was no repentance this time, no regret, no guilt; Mudpie was a stallion, and he was doing what stallions do...
Neither of them were entirely sure how much time had passed, or even if they had fallen asleep, when they finally slipped out of their afterglow. But Mudpie was still cradling Firefly like a treasured possession, and Firefly had tucked his head up to rest against the stallion's chest.
“Fireflah?”
“Yeah?”
“Ah was... Ah was thi-”-*krrrrrrRRRRR-snap!*
There was a flurry of limbs, bodies, netting and leaves as one of the ropes on the side of the net finally gave way and swung down to the side, tumbling them safely – if unceremoniously – down onto the pathway. Once again, the ponies were dazed, but by some serendipity, Firefly ended up underneath Mudpie and Mudpie was still tucked deep inside him. The brown stallion grinned sheepishly and planted a kiss on Firefly's cheek.
“Ah was gonna say, Ah think it'd be a good idea ta take... ta take things to th'next level... Don'cha think?”
Blushing, but smiling, Firefly shuffled a bit to situate himself more comfortably, but made no effort to pull away from the other colt.
“I... I think that'd be wonderful.”
Mudpie chuckled and leaned over a bit more to plant another kiss on Firefly's nose. His voice had taken on an uncustomary hint of mischief.
“Ah was also listenin' perty close when them two fillehs walked by. An' Ah think Ah know how ta get yer vengeance, an' maybeh do a good deed too.”
