RegidArt.

It was a hot summers day and Regid was doing his favourite pastime. Sleeping. He awoke to a loud knocking. He rolled out of bed and stretched. As he walked over to the door and opened it he saw his best friend, a dark blue stallion by the name of Art Inspired. He loved Art, but it was a forbidden love. With the ratio of stallions to mares being about 1-20 any form of Colt-Cuddling was punishable by law.

Sometimes Regid considered telling Art about his feelings for him, it was too risky. What if Art didn't like him back? Or maybe somepony would find out! But his urges were so bad.

"I gotta go do something!" Regid shouted as he ran towards the bathroom.

Art sat down on Regid's sofa as he waited for his friend to come back.

ONE SHORT CLOP LATER!

Regid walked back into his main room and started looking at his friend, good thing he hadn't needed the bathroom whilst he was in there.

"You cloppin' bro?" Art said, taking Regid by surprise.

"Uhh no!" Regid stuttered, "Of course not!"

"That's a royal shame." Art said sarcastically, a devious smile on his face.

Regid was used to his crap jokes and sat down next to him. His horn started to glow a dark green colour as the TV remote gently floated towards the pair.

Art lunged out of his chair and grabbed the remote before it reached Regid.

"The hell, man?!" Regid exclaimed as his magic was cut short by the shock of his friend jumping across the room.

"Last time you picked the channel we ending up watching 5 straight hours of BULLSHIT!" Art replied, shouting the last word.

"IT WASN'T BULLSHIT!" Regid shouted, attempting to teleport the remote to him. "It was the news..."

Art ignored this as he rapidly pressed as many buttons as possible.

"You're gonna break it!" Regid lunged at him.

"Weather. Cartoons. Reality TV. Quiz. Gay porn. Crap Disney movie." Art said as he changed the channel.

"You went off the gay porn?" Regid said, smirking. "Why'd you turn off your favourite show?"

"Because I don't want you to know I'm gay." Art said. "Wait, did I just say that aloud?"

Regidar nodded.

Art started to panic. "SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!!"

Regid calmly rested his hoof on his friend's back. "Calm dude, I'm gay too."

Art punched Regid in the face. Hard.

"OW" Regid recoiled in pain, falling onto the sofa as he did so. "THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!"

Art walked up to him with a devilish smile. "For not fucking me sooner."

"S- sooner?" Regid gasped.

"Sooner." Art repeated, confirming Regid had indeed heard him correctly.

"But that would mean we alr--" Regid stopped mid sentence.

Art just looked at him with an all knowing smile.

Regid struggled for breath as Art kissed him. He felt a hoof being wrapped around his head and he gave in.

"You've been a very naughty boy." Art licked his lips. "And now you'll have to pay for it."

He reached down, calmly taking Regid's stallionhood in his hoof. He then licked Regidar's chest, slowly moving his tongue down the orange stallions soft underbelly. As he moved his tongue down he moved his forehooves down as well. Eventually he got ahold of his target. He gripped into Regidar's flank with both of his front hooves and licked the head of Regidar's throbbing dick.

"More..." Regid moaned in pleasure.

Regid could feel the grip on his flank tighten as Art stopped. Then he felt a wave of please come over him as Art pressed his lips over the head of his shaft.

Art pressed his head down on Regidar. Eventually reaching the base of the shaft. He slowly poked his tongue out and liked Regid's sack for a second. He then moved his mouth towards the tip again. Base. Tip. Base. Tip.

He repeated this movement for several minutes until he heard Regid yell something out. "STOP! I think I'm going to cum!"

Art sat upwards, his face hovering only inches above the tip of Regidar's shaft. He was ready to receive his present, and he wanted it all over his face. He waited like this for a few seconds. Nothing. A few more. Nothing. With a slightly annoyed grunt he moved one of his hooves away from the stallion's flank and wrapped his grip around the shaft. He pumped up and down, up and down, up and--.

Regidar blew his load. Art caught as much in his mouth as possible, thought some got around his face. And a small amount was out of his tongue's reach.

Regid sit upright on the sofa. "That was... Uhh... Fun?"

Art wiped his face clean of the juices. "I've had better."

"What?!" Regid stared deep into his eyes.

"Kidding." Art snickered as he pulled Regidar down. He then proceeded to snuggle into Regid's soft, warm coat.

They then gently fell asleep next to each other.

They were awoken from their slumber not a moment later.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

"The hell?" Art said as he sat upright. Looking for the source of the noise.

"Ahh. You're awake. That was a nice little porno you just did. But I'll have you know that cold cuddling is illegal." A voice said from the shadows.

Regidar stood up. "Who are you?! Come out here and talk to us face to face like a real stallion!"

"Gladly." The voice said as a figure appeared for the shadow.

The figure was not pony shaped as they had expected. It was humanoid. Then they realised who it was.

"Ohh my god." Art facehoofed. "It's your neighbour."

"Yep." He said in reply.

"So why are you here again?" Regidar inquired.

"Why were you guys having sex?" It replied.

"Touché" Regidar said as he stepped away.

"Please," Art begged. "Don't tell the cops! I'm too young and beautiful to go to jail!"

"Fine." He groaned. "But I want you guys to be more careful in future, okay?"

"Yes sir." Regidar quickly said. "Anything for you Mister Cage."

And with that, Nicolas Cage left the shadows, opened the door, and left.