A Good Host

A Story starring Braeburn and Soarin’ for My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, by Stinger-VXR42

WARNING: This story is a work of fiction containing characters that are not the property of the owner, and not used for any personal monetary gain of the author.

This story contains explicit material, involving consensual sex between two adult ponies. This story is not for reading of anyone under the age of 18 years.

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There were worse places to do a show, mused Soarin’ as along with the rest of the Wonderbolts, he took a deep bow to fantastic applause and whooping from the Appleoosans in the audience. Hats were thrown in the air in such a sea it looked as though one of the stunt-ponies could simply surf across the sea of Stetsons and top hats. The blue Pegasus couldn’t help but let a silly grin come to his face as he rose from his bow, looking across the sea of whooping Earth ponies.

The Wonderbolts had been somewhat divided about going to the frontier town, for while the team captain had thought it only fair to include the newest ‘big’ town on their tour, the fact that the settler town was so far out of the way had caused issues for one or two of the members who liked their shops and other amenities offered by Canterlot and Cloudsdale more. The captain had even been forced to kick two members off the team after some offensive remarks about an ‘all-earth pony’ town.

Soarin’ had needed to fly a little bit extra as a result to make up for the absence of some members, and the show hadn’t gone on quite as long as usual, but the appreciation coming from the crowd was more than enough to make up for the hard work and the difficulty getting to the town.

Slowly, the Wonderbolts descended from the stage and began to mingle with the crowd, shaking hands and signing autographs as they sought a place for the night. A slight incident before the Pegasus flying squad had come to the town had resulted in the hotel that the team were to be staying in reduced to a smoking, charred heap with a desolate innkeeper looking hopelessly at the product of a faulty gas stove. Not one of the Wonderbolts had felt like giving him a hard time when they saw what hat happened, and agreed to find somewhere to stay with the locals.

Spitfire, as the only mare who’d come to Appleoosa with the Wonderbolts, was something of ‘hot property’ amongst the stallions of the town as they vied for her attention, but Soarin’ breathed a little sigh of relief as the town sheriff began to trot beside the yellow-furred female, giving a few of the wolf-whistlers a glare. On the other hand, one or two of the other stallions were basking in the attention they were getting from the settler mares and fillies. Soarin’ himself had a couple of followers, but he was a little more savvy than some of his team-mates.

“Girls… much as I’d love to… I’m not sure your parents would approve,” he said to the twins with a heavy heart, glancing over to where a married couple were looking daggers at him. He gulped and shook his head to the two cute girls’ cries of dismay. They were so very, very cute, but their father did look so very, very angry. Soarin’ had been subject to enough near misses with angry families coming after him for entertaining their daughters – he still wouldn’t go to Stalliongrad with the team for the price on his head in that city.

Fortunately, the twins eventually peeled away and trotted back to their parents, who deigned to give Soarin’ an appreciative nod and a mouthed ‘thank you’ from their mother. The blue Pegasus smiled back, but sighed a little.

“Ah ‘aint seen much a respectable fella like you in a while,” murmured a voice to his side, and Soarin’ turned about to look in surprise at an amber-yellow colt trotting beside him with an eager smile on his face. The Wonderbolt grinned weakly.

“Call it the voice of experience,” he said with a slight flush on his face. The colt laughed out loud, nearly tipping his hat off his head. Soarin’ was already beginning to warm to the friendly male.

“There ‘aint no experience quite like Aaaaaaaappleooooosa!” he said as he reared back on his hind legs at the mention of his home town, voice ringing with pride. He trotted to keep up with the stunned-looking Pegasus, not seeming to take in the look of incomprehension on Soarin’s face. “Mr and Mrs Cormano ‘aint into lettin’ their daughters run wild. You’d have a pitchfork in yer flank ‘afore you could whisper sweet nothin’s inta one of them ears,” he said with a wry smile. Noticing Soarin’s still-befuddled expression, he cleared his throat.

“Mah goodness… where are my manners?” he said with a shake of his head. “Mah name’s Braeburn, Braeburn Apple,” he said with an offered hoof. Soarin’ took it with a smile, his eyes lighting up.

“Soarin’… just Soarin’. Nopony calls me Mr Cloudrunner after all. You’re not related to the Apple Family from Ponyville, are you?” he asked with the ghost of a grin. At the mention of his relatives though, the Earth Pony seemed to light up as well.

“Ah sure as hells am! Big Macintosh, Applejack an’ Apple Bloom… best cousins a guy could wish for,” he said proudly, even as they trotted away from the main crowd of ponies dispersing from the stage at the end of the Wonderbolts’ show. “You knows them?” he asked eagerly. Soarin’ beamed.

“I’ve been seeing Applejack on and off whenever we visit… you’re absolutely right, your cousins are wonderful ponies.” It was Braeburn’s time to stop dead in his tracks for a short while, though Soarin’ slowed to let him catch up as the ginger-haired pony shook his head to clear it.

“Well I’ll be… someone managed to tie down mah big cousin fer once… You’re a brave man, Soarin’,” he said with a grin and a pat on the back for the Pegasus. “How’d you manage to get her ta think about anythin’ other than profits on the farm for once?” he teased, and Soarin’ laughed with Braeburn.

“Be nice to your cousin,” he said with a nudge of his wing to the earth pony. “And for the record? Those pies she makes? I tried one at the Grand Galloping Gala… and by the Sister Goddesses, I could have proposed there and then. Just didn’t get any time with all those hoity-toity sorts from Canterlot wanting my picture and signature,” he said sadly. Braeburn chuckled a little but nodded for his new friend to continue.

“Met her a month or so later… Spitfire and I were visiting one of her friends, someone we’re going to need to try out for a reserve spot in the team…”

“Rainbow Dash?” interjected Braeburn. “Oh, and this way. You can stay at mine tonight,” he said with a smile as he took a right at the end of a street. Soarin’ followed him eagerly, the two colts slowing to a walk as Soarin’ launched back into his story.

“Yuh-huh. Never seen a girl so eager to be on the team. We just had to ditch another two, so she’s got a good chance of gettin’ in. Anyway, I got hungry while I was there, and Dash told me to go visit Sweet Apple Acres for a pie or two,” he said with a grin. “Ended up playing cards and staying the night with AJ,” he said with a hint of pride in his voice. Braeburn whistled loudly.

“Well I’ll be. What say you we have a drink back at my place to celebrate a potential new cousin-in-law of mine?” he asked with a smirk. Soarin’ stopped in his tracks, and spluttered for words.

“Whoa, whoa… who said anything about marriage?” he said hastily as he flapped to catch up with Braeburn, taking to the skies to keep up rather than trotting along the ground. “Sure, we’ve been on a date or two, we pick apples together sometimes… play cards and sleep… but it’s not like we’ve… you know…” he broke off as Braeburn snickered.

“That’s AJ alright. An’ she’s awful stingy ‘bout which guys she likes. If ya managed ta get ta her, she’s gonna start thinkin’ about the future. Always does like the big picture, AJ does,” he said with a grin. Soarin’ scowled a little as he dropped to the ground and began to walk alongside Braeburn as well. “Ah, here we are. Home sweet home,” the Earth Pony said with a smile as gestured with his muzzle to his home.

Though within walking distance of the town, Braeburn’s house was a little on its’ own, overlooking the orchard that the Wonderbolts had seen as they flew in. Soarin’ had been asking questions as soon as they landed, and when the news was confirmed about the supply of apples and therefore pies, Soarin’ had made it his business to get a sample before the show.

Fortunately for the bakers, the Pegasus’ money had run out before their pies did and the male was able to sit back peacefully and full in the few hours before the show was ready to go. Of course, he ignored the constant reminders from his team-mates about the potential stomach cramps he’d get. Soarin’ had never had them before, and he wasn’t about to get them now, especially after such good quality pies. It figured that the only ones he’d tasted better had been Applejack’s, and coming to the house overlooking the orchard, Soarin’ realized just what the secret was.

“You’re the orchard-keeper?” he asked as he gazed out over the sea of green and plump red bubbles within the tides of apple trees. Braeburn puffed out his chest with a smile that reminded Soarin’ of his cousin.

“Sure as eggs is eggs. The townsfolk know how ta buck an’ make them pies, so ah don’t need to worry none ‘bout that, but when they go away an’ someone has ta look after them trees… they turn to Braeburn here,” he said with eyes closed and muzzle upturned. Out of instinct, Soarin’ grinned as he leapt to his wings and snatched the hat away from Braeburn’s head. He hovered in the air a little above the earth pony’s reach, grinning wickedly down at his host as those green eyes darted about looking for his beloved hat.

“Hey! Do ya mind, Soarin’?” Braeburn asked with an arched eyebrow. “That’s mah hat there…” he said, making a leap for it only to miss as Soarin’ raised it above his head. The Wonderbolt laughed out loud as he dropped the hat right onto Braeburn’s muzzle, and floated down to stand beside him as the cowpony flipped it off his nose and onto his head perfectly.

“Sorry man. I do it with Applejack all the time. Seems you two have a lot in common,” he teased as Braeburn looked sharply at him. The ginger-maned colt eased open his front door and gestured for Soarin’ to come in, closing the door behind him as he muttered under his breath. His quiet tirade was cut off sharply as Soarin’ began to glance about.

“Hey Braeburn… is there a place I could wash up my outfit? And, y’know, have a bath. Don’t want to stink out your nice place here,” Soarin’ asked as he looked at the homely red-painted walls, the rustic furniture and appliances and the pictures on the walls of an apple tree, two ponies that Soarin’ took to be Braeburn’s parents and a shot of a family re-union. A grinning Braeburn was sitting near the middle, sandwiching his big red-furred cousin with another male pony on the other side. Applejack was sitting on the floor beside them, her muzzle on top of Apple Bloom’s head.

“That’s mighty thoughtful of ya, Soarin’. Lemme get you a tub. Get yerself outta them flying things,” the Earth Pony said as he trotted into one of the side rooms, which the Pegasus assumed to be the bathroom. He could hear the sound of a water pump working slowly, and the click of a flint and tinder – he had to remind himself that there was no hot water on tap in Appleoosa, and it had to be heated up separately. With a sigh, he got working on his least favorite part of the after-show, namely getting undressed.

Five minutes later, as Braeburn emerged from the bathroom to say that everything was in order, he was treated to the sight of the blue-furred male desperately trying to rip of his suit – he’d got the hood down at the very least, but aside from that he was still having no luck with the latex.

“Here, lemme give you a help with that,” Braeburn said as he tried unsuccessfully to stifle a grin. Soarin’ glared daggers at the laughter, but didn’t protest much further, letting the Earth Pony approach him to help disrobe. Braeburn’s teeth grabbed the hood that he’d rolled back, and slowly began to tug it down the rest of his back. Soarin’ folded his wings in to slip them through the holes in the suit, and stretched them out eagerly as they were released.

“Roll over,” commanded Braeburn, and Soarin’ complied without another word. Usually another Wonderbolt helped him out of uniform, or occasionally Applejack nowadays, but he realized that Braeburn was the first male outside of his own team ever to undress him. He tried to hide the blush in his face as the Appleoosan’s teeth tugged at his chest-piece, drawing it down his legs to expose more and more of his fur. At this stage, he was able to finish off, but as he reached for his own rear legs to tug it off, Braeburn pressed a hoof into Soarin’s nose, holding him back.

“Here… ah got it,” he said warmly. Soarin’ was about to protest at first, but he relented and laid back as Braeburn began to work his suit off further, easing the latex down his flanks to reveal his cutie mark, and down to the base of his tail. The Pegasus slipped his own tail out of the outfit and Braeburn continued, working the material off his rear legs until the Wonderbolt was wearing nothing more than his goggles, and these he discarded with a quick snap of the clasp.

“Ya look good, Soarin’,” Braeburn admitted after a while, dropping the body-suit to the floor and examining the disrobed Pegasus as if an artist looking at a finished canvas. The stunt flier flushed brightly as he righted himself onto all four hooves and turned to his grinning host.

“Here, only fair I repay the favour,” he said as he reached up to the clasp at the back of Braeburn’s vest. A quick flick of his teeth later and Braeburn’s leather vest was on the floor, pooled around his forehooves. Even as the yellow colt stared at his clothing, Soarin’ took the hat off his head once again, and tossed it to the pile of his suit in the corner.

“How’s that bath? Big?” he asked with a smile. Braeburn stammered quickly, his brow matting with sweat as he looked from side to side as if expecting an attack or an eavesdropper. Soarin’ laughed and wrapped a hoof around his host’s chest.

“Hey… I can stop if you want. You just seemed a little lonely… and kinda awkward. Thought you could do with a bit more than just the teasing and bro-talk,” Soarin’ said as he looked into Braeburn’s rich green eyes.

“Ah… I didn’t think you were… You and… you were talkin’ about AJ…”

“Hey, a guy’s free to like who he likes, no?” Soarin’ asked with a nudge to Braeburn’s flank. “’Sides… AJ’s told me what she gets up to sometimes with Rainbow Dash. Hardly like she’s gonna pitchfork me for it,” he pointed out. He was about to add another witticism when Braeburn’s muzzle caught him straight on, pressing hard and longingly into his own, lips pressed together. Despite the initial shock, Soarin’ slowly worked along with the cute yellow colt, his own tongue pressing and dueling with the other inside his mouth until the two had to stop for breath.

“Yeah… ah reckon the bath’s big enough…” murmured Braeburn with a shy smile. Soarin’ removed his hoof from the Earth Pony’s back as the two of them trotted into the bathroom – and Soarin’ had to admit that his host was right. The tub was almost certainly a large apple hopper, coated with copper to help it warm up, and filled with gently steaming water. Appleoosan baths weren’t the most efficient in the world perhaps, but Soarin’ wasn’t about to complain.

“Geronimo!” he cried out as his wings pitched him off the ground and into a somersault, landing in the bath with a tremendous splash of water everywhere. He surfaced to look at a very wet looking Braeburn, not quite in the bath yet.

“Now ah ain’t gonna be out-done by no fancy-pants flyboy!” cried Braeburn with a grin, and he launched himself off the ground thanks to nothing more than his back legs. He whooped as he came down and Soarin’ made for the edge of the tub to keep safe from the expected tidal wave. It came loud and wet, sending a cascade over the Wonderbolt’s face and slopping onto the wooden floor of Braeburn’s bathroom.

“Gah!” spluttered Soarin’ as he opened his eyes to find a grinning Appleoosan colt staring him right in the face in a seriously depleted bath. Braeburn’s ginger hair was glued down over his face after his resurfacing, and he wiped it away with a careless hoof, eyes twinkling with mirth.

“Turn about,” he ordered softly, and Soarin’ did exactly that, trying to ignore his gently rising and hardening wings. Braeburn seemed not to notice as he reached for a jar of fur shampoo and began to trickle it down the Pegasus colt’s back. Soarin’ groaned softly at the feel of the cold liquid gently running across his body, between his shoulder blades and almost to his rump. The drip-drip of shampoo gently began to peter out, and the feeling was replaced with a pair of strong, firm hooves on his shoulders.

“Ah ‘aint never washed nopony else before… ya’ll have to give me the benefit of a doubt,” Braeburn warned, but Soarin’ didn’t seem to mind as those hooves began to rub his shoulders softly, making him sigh in pleasure.

“Well I’ve never been in a bath with another colt before… so I’m not going to be a great judge,” he pointed out, looking over his shoulder. “I’ll just tell you if it hurts or not?” he asked. Braeburn nodded, and began to rub. Almost instantly, he was beginning to find cramps, aches and knots of muscle in the stunt flier’s upper back, working his hooves into Soarin’s shoulderblades.

“Not easy work, I’ll guess?” Braeburn asked softly as he rubbed, doing his best to get out the knots. From the pleased sighs that the blue-furred colt below him was making, it seemed he was doing a good job.

“Yeah… it’s not all that easy, ‘specially when you’ve got to be doing some rapid changes of direction. All in a day’s work for a Wonderbolt, I guess,” he said with a small smile. “Oh… but lower down… theeeeere’s the spot,” he crooned, his wings extending even further much to Braeburn’s suppressed delight.

“You were one of them ponies that did that storm cloud drawing?” Braeburn pressed for more conversation. A part of him didn’t want to just sit there working Soarin’s back when they could be talking, though a niggling voice in his mind told him that he had the opportunity to do whatever he wanted if the male was nice and relaxed.

“Ah, yes. First time I’ve done it actually,” Soarin’ said, his eyes beginning to perk up from their half-lidded relaxation, eager to explain his abilities. “Usually the fillies and mares do it – they’ve got more agile wings and can change directions faster. But we had two of them kicked off the team before we came here, so Spitfire just picked two of us to give it a go. That’s why the apple shape was a bit wobbly on one side,” the Pegasus said with a weak smile. Braeburn grinned.

“Wasn’t that the left side? The one you were on?” he teased. Soarin’ spluttered and turned about in the bath, water slopping a little over the edge. He took a while to admire Braeburn’s features. They reminded him a little of his female cousin, but in a different way. Less freckles for one, but there was still the same overall look that Applejack had going on. Soarin’ wasn’t about to complain.

“Hey, for the record, I was on the right,” he shot back, folding his arms across his belly. Braeburn couldn’t help himself.

“Facing to or away from the crowd?” he asked. Soarin’ calculated it a little in his head before suddenly groaning and pitching his head into his hooves. Braeburn laughed out loud as he saw the despair in Soarin’s eyes, and pushed the Wonderbolt’s forelegs away.

“Hey… no need to get all gloomy ‘bout it,” the Appleoosan said warmly. “For the record… it kinda looked like a heart in the end,” he said with a wink. When Soarin’ was still silent, he licked the blue Pegasus’ lips softly, and slowly began to massage Soarin’s belly. A pleasured groan arose from the Pegasus as his eyes fluttered shut again.

“What am I going to do with you, Braeburn…” he murmured.

“What do y’all usually do to ponies that backchat at ya in the bath?” Braeburn asked with a raised eyebrow. Soarin’ chuckled, letting Braeburn continued to work his chest and belly with those strong hooves.

“I don’t usually have baths. Someone backchats me in the shower and they get towel whipped,” he said. “Was one hell of a greeting first time after getting into the Wonderbolts and having to escape all the whipping. You get used to it after a while,” he added. Unseen by him, Braeburn was biting his lower lip.

“Too bad ah only got the one towel,” he said hesitantly. Soarin’ shrugged.

“I can just go for a flight to dry off,” he pointed out. Then he opened an eye. “Unless you want to drip dry while I use the towel?”

“Ah could stay in the tub, let y’all finish,” Braeburn suggested.

“The towel doesn’t whip as well when underwater,” Soarin’ shot back. He thought for a moment he had the upper hoof when Braeburn leant forward and smirked, his muzzle almost touching Soarin’s. Then the blue Pegasus began to feel a pair of familiar hooves stroking lower and lower, making his breath catch in his throat.

“An’ mebbe the point was that y’all were out of the water first, ‘cause ah wanted ta whip ya,” Braeburn said with a glitter in his big green eyes. Soarin’ felt his wings, which were already half-risen, spring to their fully erect state under the water, pressing against the hot copper. Before he could say anything, Braeburn caught him in a warm, affectionate kiss, powerful and hot as the Earth Pony’s tongue slithered into his mouth.

Soarin’ groaned into the kiss, grabbing Braeburn’s head and pulling him in close as Braeburn’s hoof began to slide across his sheath. Slowly, he could feel his maleness rising from between his legs and every inch that was revealed was lavished with touches from Braeburn’s hoof.

As Soarin’ and Braeburn broke the kiss for air, the Pegasus shifted a little, opening his legs further to let Braeburn slide in between and closer. He could feel a firm, full pair of orbs press to his, and the more business end of Braeburn beginning to press to his.

“Whoa!” Soarin’ gasped as Braeburn wrapped his hoof about both shafts, and began to stroke up and down them together, mashing the two stallions’ prides together. He began to huff slowly – it was a very strange sensation, but not altogether unwelcome. The underside of his shaft was one of the most sensitive parts of him and from the little quivers of Braeburn’s hips, he could tell that the younger stallion felt much the same.

“You ever… mmm… done this before,” Soarin’ asked, hooves on Braeburn’s shoulders as he began to rock his hips into Braeburn’s hoof. The yellow pony faltered for a moment.

“Yeah… long time ‘go. Ah don’t wanna talk about it. Been a long time since then.” Soarin’ looked up, and saw the lonely look in the stallion’s eyes. All of a sudden, he understood. Appaloosa seemed like a pretty good place for the more macho stallions of Equestria to make a life – one needed to be firm and hard out here to survive. Chances of finding a less alpha male to cuddle with were probably low out here.

“You don’t need to, bro,” Soarin’ said. “I’m here.” There was a moment of silence, and then Braeburn let go of both their maleness and wrapped his forelegs about Soarin’s neck. The two stallions fell underwater in their heated kiss, thrashing and forcing each other about in the bubbling hot water, sealed from the air by their hungry lips. When they finally broke the kiss, they resurfaced dripping water and panting hard.

“Wow…” Braeburn gasped, sucking in air in long breaths. “That was…”

“Intense,” Soarin’ finished. The two stallions gazed at each other with big, goofy grins and threw themselves at each other once more. Every time, they tried to make the kiss last longer, sending water slopping over the sides of the bath as they fought, tongues pressing against each other, feeling every part of the other as their eyes were closed in the water. Braeburn’s hooves began to massage Soarin’s wings and Soarin’ found Braeburn’s cutie marks to massage.

“Good…” Braeburn gasped as they surfaced for the fourth time, now leaning on the side of the tub. He was there for only a few minutes before he gave a yelp and threw himself back.

“Metal getting hot?” Soarin’ asked as Braeburn rubbed his shoulders. The yellow stallion grinned weakly.

“I’ve never had a bath that lasted that long before,” he admitted, clambering out of the side. Soarin’ took to his wings and landed on the wooden decking alongside his new friend.

“So where’s that towel?” Soarin’ asked with a grin. His response was silence for a minute, then a stinging whip across his buttocks. He yelped out loud, and looked back to Braeburn holding the rolled up red towel in his muzzle expertly. Soarin’ grinned. Skill with ropes and other such things ran in the Apple Family.

Braeburn couldn’t talk, courtesy of the towel in his mouth, but his meaning was clear. Soarin’ grinned and crouched on the ground, his hindquarters up in the air as he looked back at his host.

“Come on then, bro. Have at me!” The glitter in Braeburn’s eyes was worth anything he was going to feel in the next few minutes he knew. The towel ‘whapped’ back with a wet flickering sound and smacked into Soarin’s muscular hindquarters, sending water all over the bathroom both from the towel and from Soarin’s fur. The Pegasus let out a grunt, but lifted his tail to let Braeburn continue.

Again, the towel collided with him – it wasn’t quite as effective as whips or belts used by some of Soarin’s kinkier partners in the bedroom for pain, but Soarin’ doubted that was what Braeburn was after. He savoured the ‘smack’ sound of the flannel on his fur and skin, biting his lip to keep from crying out. It didn’t last long.

“Ah! Ah, oh yeah…” he grunted, grinning back at Braeburn at a particularly loud ‘smack’. “Hear those muscles bro? That’s what you get for actually working, not just sitting around foalsitting some trees!” His words had just the effect he’d intended.

“Oh, y’all think ah’m a lazy no-gooder, does ya?” asked Braeburn, tossing the towel away and grinning at Soarin’ like a pony possessed. Soarin didn’t move as Braeburn approached him.

“I reckon if you let me give you a whap or two, wouldn’t hear quite the same sound of these thunder buns,” Soarin’ added, gesturing to his winged lightning bolt cutie marks. Braeburn reared up and planted both hooves either side of Soarin’s, crouched down to nibble at his ear.

“Mebbe y’all get a chance to find out… another day.” Soarin’ held his breath as he felt Braeburn’s hoof move back, guiding that thick shaft of the Earth Pony’s to his rump. “Y’all... ever done this before?” Braeburn asked as he looked down at his still sopping-wet stallionhood.

“Once… well, Spitfire had a toy…” Soarin’ replied, his cheeks heating up. “You’re my first stallion…” Braeburn felt his heart give an extra powerful thump at that, and smiled.

“A’right then. Ah’ll take extra good care o’ ya…” he said, beginning to push forward. Soarin’ gritted his teeth and hissed through them. Even with the water from the bath it was still a massively tight fit, and Braeburn was big…

“Buuuuuucccking hell!” he cried out, his forehoof smacking up and down on the wooden floor.

“Easy brother…” whispered Braeburn, easing off his push, though the strain on his muzzle showed he would dearly have liked to continue. “Just relax… it hurts a bit at first… just concentrate on the other feelin’….” Soarin’ nodded, feeling his tongue go fuzzy in his mouth.

“Did you…” he began.

“He wouldn’t let me top,” Braeburn said, his voice very much saying that discussion of his previous coltfriend was not on the cards. Soarin’ nodded, and closed his eyes. “Ah’d let you though… jus’…”

“It’s OK, Braeburn. I trust you. You need this,” Soarin’ said with a smile. “C’mon. Show me who owns this farm!” The glitter in both their green eyes spoke volumes more that didn’t need to be said, as Braeburn nodded and began to drive his hips forward at an agonizingly slow place for both of them.

Soarin’ was beginning to override the discomfort in his mind, gasping and groaning softly as he began to feel a warm, unusual tingling sensation within him as Braeburn drove deeper and deeper. He let out a strangled sound that was halfway between a gasp and a moan, feeling his own shaft give a pulse against his belly, a warm dripping coming from the flat head.

Braeburn obviously noticed, and Soarin’ sighed out loud again as that skilled hoof of Braeburn’s wrapped about his belly to begin sliding back and forth along his shaft. Soarin’ let out a soft whinny, and bucked against Braeburn as he began to feel the tingling sensations increase. Braeburn’s hips began to move faster too, using the lubricant he was producing himself to hump in and out of the Wonderbolt’s body.

The two stallions were on the ground, gasping and snorting and letting out half-finished statements of delight and arousal to their lover. Their eyes were screwed tight, their breath coming in short bursts as Braeburn hammered into Soarin’, now drawing his hips back and forth in practiced, fluid motions. Soarin’ was making quite the mess of his fur, Braeburn’s hoof and the bathroom floor as his shaft spasmed in the grasp of the orchard keeper but he didn’t care. Neither did the owner of the floor he was ruining.

Braeburn was feeling light-headed, dizzy even. He’d tried to keep up his touch, macho stallion appearance with the townsfolk, he’d gone to the brothel in town and done his bit there to relieve tension when it got too much to play with himself at home. It had been a year, maybe two years since he’d been with another stallion. Now all that was in the past. His mind swam with the sensations flooding through him, and it was all just far too much. With a loud whinny, Braeburn came hard.

Nothing had quite prepared Soarin’ for the sensation he’d got from this. When Spitfire tried taking him with a toy, it had been uncomfortable, strange and Spitfire had obviously been enjoying it much, much more than he had. She was always a bit sensitive anyway, but even so, he’d felt just a little bit blown by the whole event.

This though… this was different. Instead of cold, lube-slathered rubber he had a pulsing, wet shaft of another stallion within him. It was warm… it was softer than the toy… it felt good. It was sticky and slimy a bit, and it made him feel just a tad nervous as it went in and out, but it was overall… arousing. He wanted more and he got it, gasping out loud as Braeburn unloaded into him. The sensation of the hot cream flowing through him tipped him over the edge and as Braeburn’s hoof reached maximum speed stroking his shaft, he felt himself explode as well, covering the wooden floors with long strands of his white, sticky stallion cum.

The two male ponies lay there for a long while, sucking in air as if they were about to die. Just as one of them was about to say something, he burst out coughing, and gasped for more air.

“Guess… guess the kisses underwater were… a bad idea…” Soarin’ eventually got out, choking a little on his words. Braeburn grinned weakly, nodding as he rolled onto his side, letting Soarin’ relax his legs even as his limp shaft continued to ooze onto the floor.

“Sorry… about that…” Soarin’ said sheepishly as he looked at the mess he’d made. Braeburn shook his head, blowing at the navy blue mess of Soarin’s wet mane.

“We can… we can clean it up in the mornin’,” he said. Then a pause. “Shewt. Jus’ realised ah only got one bed.” Soarin’ looked over his shoulder at Braeburn with a grin.

“Is it a big bed?” Braeburn smiled.

“Mebbe. It’d hold us both if we crammed in nice an’ tight,” he added with a lick to Soarin’s muzzle.

“I’d be fine with that.”

The crowing of the rooster woke both colts from where they’d fallen asleep, Braeburn kicking all the covers off his body that he’d managed to amass about his body through the night, though Soarin’ didn’t seem to have minded being left on the bed without a sheet. At least, the sleepy smile he gave his friend didn’t seem to convey any displeasure.

“Morning, man,” he said to the sleepy orchard-keeper as Braeburn tried to rouse himself. The yellow colt yawned wide, stretching his hooves as he looked to the first pony to share his bed for quite some time with an equally sleepy smile of his own. He pressed his lips to Soarin’s gently and was rewarded with the Pegasus replying with a warm kiss, tongue lapping at his own lips as they separated, both males’ eyes half-lidded.

“Mornin’, Soarin’,” Braeburn yawned before the slight chuckle at the rhyme. His blue friend groaned softly, shaking his head as if to clear it of the terrible (if unintentional) pun. “Thanks fer… well, everythin’” he murmured as he watched Soarin’ slip from his bed. “You gonna stay fer breakfast?” he asked almost reproachfully.

“Yeah, for sure. We don’t leave until about eleven, getting into Cloudsdale in the afternoon,” Soarin’ replied with a nod, beginning to roll his wings, fanning them out and giving a few experimental flaps. Braeburn relaxed as he realised his friend was only doing some early morning stretches rather than walking out on him.

“Listen… Soarin’… I got somethin’ ah wanna ask you…” he said slowly, letting the other thing that had been troubling him get out. Soarin’ paused in the middle of a complex-looking curl of his wings to turn back to the bed and tilt his head.

“Sure thing, Braeburn. Shoot.” The colt on the bed took a deep breath.

“Don’t hurt AJ, will you?” he asked. Soarin’s eyebrow raised and he was about to reply when the Appleoosan continued. “She sends me lotsa letters… pretty much one every week. She’s talked a lot ‘bout her friends, bout Rainbow Dash, ‘bout her sister and her friends driving her crazy sometimes… but whenever she’s talked about a colt it’s always been like she’s been so sad. She’s always so hopeful they’ll be… the guy, y’know?” Soarin’ nodded slowly, though his heart was thudding painfully in his chest.

“Ah can recall… five guys who broke her heart when they left her. Now she ‘aint talked about more guys since a few months ago, an’ I didn’t know if she were keepin’ it a secret so she didn’t hafta bother me with more sad stories, or she was single an’ all. Now ah’ve met you… I know it’s the first.” Braeburn slipped out of the bed and came to stand right before the Wonderbolt.

“Braeburn, I don’t want you to think…” began Soarin’, but Braeburn cut him off with a shaken head.

“Ah know what you think I’m thinkin’ you think,” he said seriously. “An’ ah don’t reckon you coulda lied last night… yer a true gentlecolt, an’ that’s why ah want you to stay with mah cuz. Ah could never accept you as a coltfriend if AJ’s happiness was at stake,” he said seriously. Soarin’ nodded slowly.

“I don’t want her to be unhappy either,” he pointed out, to a smile from Braeburn. “She’s a special kinda girl… I’m tempted to ask for the names of the guys that hurt her before and teach them a lesson…” he growled, but Braeburn put a hoof on his shoulder.

“Ah can’t do that, bud. Ain’t nothing good gonna come of bringin’ up the past save for healin’ it. An’ ah reckon yer just the doctor for the job,” Braeburn said with a peck on the cheek to Soarin’. “Here, I’ma gonna go make breakfast. Y’all gonna keep doin’ yer stretches?” he asked as he trotted towards the door.

“Sounds good ta me. Hey, Braeburn?” Soarin’ asked as he unfurled his wings again. When the yellow colt stopped at the door to look round, the Pegasus grinned.

“We’re still friends with benefits, right?” Braeburn grinned.

“This bed’s always open to ya if y’all happen ta be stayin’ here in Aaaaapppallooosa!” he said, rearing onto his hind legs. Soarin’ burst out laughing as he unfurled his wings. “Long as y’all clean up that mess ya left in mah bathroom last night while ah make us breakfast,” he added. Soarin’ groaned. Braeburn was as bad as Applejack.