One: An Invitation (The Set up (No clop))
I have a confession to make. Well… maybe several really. Some of them that are kinda embarrassing, some of it is kinda understandable, and part of it a bit far-fetched. Yet, I’m telling it because this is a story that you don’t exactly hear often and probably for good reason. I guess it might have to do with the fact that I’m a stallion. From the way I see it if what happened to me is repeated by somepony that’s a mare, chances are, it might not raise that many eyebrows. Hell, before it happened to me, I would have thought that it sounded like the plot to some porno out there. That, and I doubt what happened to me is even common for a lot of ponies anyway.
Yet, what I’m going to say is the truth – at least, on my end. This is the story of how I lost my virginity in a very specific way.
But before I can get into that, I should at least introduce myself. My name is Thunderlane. At the time of this story, I was twenty-eight, a Wonderbolt, and up until that point, I was in the closet. Yeah, I know that bit might sound a bit… run of the mill. But again, that’s the truth. Until I joined the Wonderbolts, I didn’t let anyone else let on that I’m gay. And I don’t just mean that I was way too busy to do otherwise (although that too), it’s just for the longest time, I didn’t know who I can trust with that piece of knowledge. So long story short, I was as insecure about it. Not even my little brother had suspected it until… Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself on that.
So, some context. About a week before I lost my virginity, after we’ve gotten through our training with Captain Spitfire barking out one wing-cramping exercise after another – we were told to go hit the showers. One solute later, we were off to the locker rooms to strip ourselves from our sticky tight uniforms before having the water turn on. Now, despite the rumors about the Wonderbolts, there is a rule about not doing anything sexual while on duty – and that extends to the showers especially.
“Hey Thunderlane,” I remember Rainbow Dash said to me who had a towel around her neck. “You gonna hit the showers yet?”
Still sitting on the bench next to the towels, I shook my head. “It’s okay, you can go ahead.”
Rainbow shrugged and went in.
Some ponies may think of this weird at first, but I tend to be the last ponies to take a shower. Yeah, I know that it’s communal but it’s a habit that I’ve carried with me since Jr. High. Back in the days when the teens there were more homophobic if you get hard while you were showering or maybe get caught staring at a guy… Well, let’s say you’re gonna walk away with a black eye and a few bruises. At the time, I saw it as a sort of safety measure on my end. It’s one thing if I’m all wet along with my teammates, but it’s another when you have to explain why you have a stiffy when a stallion is in front of me.
Anyway, I waited for that right moment when all the other bolts had taken their showers – leaving it empty for me. So as soon as the last one had left, I went inside. Immediately I went for the one in the corner, turned on the water, and grabbed the soap. Normally I would scrub down as quickly as I can, dry off and then leave. For the most part, I was able to be in and out of the shower in under three minutes. The reason is to reduce my chances of having somepony walk in on me.
But that day, however, fate itself decided to unexpectedly throw in a curveball.
“Hey, I thought everypony had gone home already.”
It was so unexpected that I gasped loudly and nearly slipped on the floor. Now I didn’t mean it at the time, but I quickly turned over my shoulder as if I was caught clopping there in the showers.
“Woah there! I didn’t mean to startle ya.” Right next to me was Soarin. The second in command in the Wonderbolts and compared to Spitfire – one of the nicest guys in the world. By the looks of it, he just barely walked in. Haven’t turned on the water or anything like that. He was just putting up his towel. “You okay dude?”
“I… Y-Yeah.” I said, looking away. “Sorry Clipper, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Eh, what can I say? I have light hooves.” Soarin said as he turned on the water. “So, how’re things with you Slipper?”
(A little context here. In the Wonderbolts, we have a tradition that whatever mess-up we did on our first day – that would become our nickname our teammates would call us. Apparently, Soarin got the name of Clipper because he clipped his wing on his first day. For me, I got the name Slipper because when I landed, I slipped on a puddle, and… yeah, you get the idea.)
“Oh uh… you know…” I said, trying my hardest not to look at him. At least I can be thankful that Soarin was distracting me with some small talk. “Gonna head home, check up on my little bro. Probably need to figure out what we’re having for dinner though.”
“That reminds me, when are ya gonna get cooking duty again? I was hoping you would make that gumbo you came up with last time.”
“Well, it’s nothing really, sir.”
“Hey, we’re not on duty so you can drop the whole sir thing.”
“Sir yes sir.”
This got a chuckle out of him. “But seriously,” he said, “out of the rest of the team, you’re the only one that everypony looks forward to having their meals be cooked by.”
“Yeah?”
“For one, not only do you keep it all healthy but make it so that we want to have more of. I don’t know how you do it.”
“Well…” I blushed, “Ya just needed to add some salt, spices, and herbs. Probably wouldn’t hurt to taste test it before ya give it out.”
“Still, what you do is magic. You’re the only two ponies I know that not only know how to cook but do it well.”
I blinked. “Two?”
“Well yeah, there’s you and my husband.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes…” My brain came to a screeching halt. “Wait, what was that?”
“What?”
“Sorry sir, but maybe I didn’t hear right. Me and who are the best cooks you know.”
“My husband.” There was a pause, “I mean, didn’t you know I’m married.”
“Well, no sir…”
“Slipper,” Soarin said with a stern tone. Not angry by any means but diffidently a warning sign that I need to choose my next words carefully. “Is there a problem with that?”
“I-I uh…”
I heard him cleared his throat. “Private, face me.” Even off duty, an order was an order, so I looked over to him. There was a frown on his face and his eyes had sharpened like spears aimed at me. “Do you have a personal problem with me having a husband?”
“N-No, sir!”
He didn’t seem convinced. “Thunderlane…”
“Sir really, I don’t have a problem!” And that was the truth but being so under pressure I accidently blurted out. “Really, I don’t. I thought I was the only-” By the time I realized what I was saying, it was too late.
This time Soarin raised an eyebrow. “You’re the only… what?”
I think my hooves were shaking and Soarin knew that I was being too nervous, especially when after a beat, I still didn’t make a response.
He took a step forward. “Private, is there something you’re not telling me?” When I didn’t respond, somehow, it clicked in him because he asked me, “Wait… are you gay?”
Now… The thing with me is that out of everyone in the Wonderbolts, I have high respect for Soarin. After all, in the air, he was as graceful as an angle and can be swift as a bolt of lightning. This is someone who had dedicated years to pull off maneuvers that only very few pegasi could do. And even when I did joined the Wonderbolts, that respect for him only grew because of his fair treatment of every one of us – including me.
This is why even in that near paralyzing fear of possibly being dismissed on the spot that the only response I could make was by nodding.
“Huh…” Soarin blinked. “Yeah, and here I thought I was the only one too.”
I let out a huge sigh of relief. At least he wasn’t mad at me.
For a moment, we both returned to our showers and I continued to not make any eye contact with him.
Then he began again, “Hey Slipper, does anyone else know about you?”
“I… no. You’re the first one I told.”
“Really? Not even your little brother knows?”
“Hey, I just want to keep my private life well… private.”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
Another beat of silence and I still needed the distraction, so I kept the small talk going. “So… your uh… husband.”
“Hm?”
“This is the first time I’ve heard that you’re married.”
“Why?” I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Disappointed?”
“Well no. But I’m curious though, who is he? What’s he like?”
“Alright, his name is Braeburn – though I doubt you’ve ever heard of him. But I think you might know his apple pies?”
“You mean you never made those?”
“It’s not like I never tried just… well, he’s better at it than me. He’s an earth pony that lives in Appaloosa. Brae is just as much of a hard worker as me, if anything, we only see each other on the weekends.”
“Oof, that must be hard on him.”
“Not as much as you think. I mean, after all, the poor guy has like a dozen jobs he’s juggling at once on some days. On top of running an apple farm, he’s also the unofficial diplomat for the town, tour guide, buckball coach, buckball player, baker, violinist, violin teacher, rancher, I could go on but you get the idea.”
“Holy Tartarus, the guy must be exhausted at the end of the day.”
Soarin laughed, “You’d think so, but somehow that guy is like a never-ending ball of energy. So, on Saturday nights when I get home… well… let’s say he has time to keep me satisfied in bed.”
“Uh-huh…”
“So what about you Slipper? Do you have any coltfriends?”
“Well no but… I wish.”
“Busy?”
“…. Something like that.”
“Do you get to see any action?”
“What? Like-”
“Sex, yeah. Even just one-night stands, do you ever get any?”
“Well, no… Not exactly. And uh…” My cheeks must have been on fire when I said, “It’s uh… kinda embarrassing.”
“What? You never gotten laid before.” Another pause, “Wait, seriously? Never?”
“Not by choice just… never gotten the opportunity is all.”
“Huh.” I heard Soarin say with a tone that was… thoughtful. “Hey, mind if I ask you a personal question. Like, really personal?”
“Well too late to turn any of that around so shoot.”
“So, ideally, how would you want to lose it? Like, if given the chance and all conditions were right. How would that go in your head?”
Well, he wasn’t kidding with the personal thing. It was enough for me to look over to him, “Why do you wanna know?”
“It kinda depends on how you answer it. I’ll explain why but just humor me for a sec. If you had it your way, how would you want to give up your V-card?”
“Should I be concerned about how cryptic you’re being right now?”
“Nah, I’m not the kind that would blab about my friend’s sex lives. But trust me on this one.”
“Okay…?” I admit that it was rather weird. But on the other hoof, here was someone that is willing to listen to a side of me that I hadn’t shared with before. Even with the topic as taboo as sex, that when you have someone there that you can trust and wouldn’t judge you for it is… well, liberating. “Ya know I’ve never shared this with anyone but… if I really had it my way.” I said blushing pretty hard, and I could feel something stirring between my hind legs. “I guess I would do it in a threesome.”
“Wait, really?”
“Well…” my head bobbed side to side, “at least with a couple that knows what they’re doing, ya know? That they could show me the ropes in how it’s done both ways.”
Soarin gave a low whistle, and from the corner of my eye, I see a widening grin, and his cheeks were turning pink. “I never took you for the kinky type, Slipper.”
I can feel my wings twitching, becoming stiff when I explained. “I mean… if I had it my way, I would be in the middle – ya know. Someone who could rut my flank while I do the same with another at the same time.”
“So, the train position, huh?”
“Well, if that’s what it’s called then… I guess.” Feeling that I was getting too dangerously aroused I switched the water temp to the cooler side. “Sorry if that was a little too much information.”
“No, I get it. I mean, when you’ve just come out and all that. But with that being said – that’s actually kinda hot. So much so…” I saw him smirk when he asked, “Do you wanna try it out sometime?”
Now, this caught me completely off guard. I had to shake my head in disbelief, “Wait, are you…?” He nodded. “With… me?”
“Yeah? Who else am I talking about?”
I stepped back. “But… you’re married.”
“Yes, but hear me out. Because there’s a reason why I’m asking this.” He said as he sat on his haunches to use the soap. “And before you ask, no, I’m not cheating on my husband. If anything, this is something that Brae has wanted to do but never got the chance to do.”
I blinked… and blinked again. “W-Wha…? Sorry, you’ll have to back up for me here. Are you saying that your husband wants to-”
“Have a three-way? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. Trouble is that we’ve been so busy, and we haven’t found anyone trustworthy enough to do it with. We both agree that if we’re gonna have one, it shouldn’t be from some stranger cause you don’t know if they have anything – ya know? Problem is, we don’t know anyone that both swings that way and would be interested in doing it. That is… until now.”
“Wait, you… you trust me?”
“Why not? You’ve been a pretty cool guy. You’re nice as can be, gay, and I trust you don’t have any kind of diseases that might transfer over to me or my husband – do you?”
“I don’t. Again, I’ve never done it with anyone, I swear.” Looking down, I pawed at the tile. “And besides, I’m flattered but I don’t want to come between you and your husband over me.”
“Dude, I get it.” He said as he let the water rinse him over. “You don’t want to become a homewrecker. I’m glad that you’re trying to be considerate of us. So I’ll tell you what, when I get home to Appleloosa, I’m gonna talk it over with Braeburn to see what he thinks. If he wants to go through with it, we’ll have you come over next week. If not, then you don’t go. Sounds fair?”
I told him that it sounded reasonable.
Turning off the water, he reached over for his towel to dry himself. “If he does give you the hooves up, we’ll have you over for dinner. So be sure you bring something good. Let my hubby a taste of what you’ve been serving us.”
“Uh… sure thing.” I stepped back underneath the showerhead. “Still… are you sure you’re okay with this. I mean… having me… ya know?”
“Oh, I’m sure alright,” Soarin said, and with a cocky smile, he got up and flagged his tail at me where I caught a glance of his perfectly tone flank. Along with his tight-looking asshole, taint, and sack underneath him. Even in the cool water, my wing went stiffly up. He laughed, “That’s what I thought. Welp, see ya on Monday then.” With that, he trotted out of the showers.
Needless to say, that by the time I got home, I had enough mental material to get me off that night.
On the following Monday when we started up training again, Soarin came back to me with the verdict from his husband. He told me that when he got home and talked it over, not only were they okay with me having sex with them – but they were looking forward to it. Of course, both of them still have stuff they needed to take care of before we get off for the weekends.
For me, it gave me plenty of time to make sure that someone would be looking after my little bro. Luckily, he was hoping to go to a sleepover at a friend’s house… Button Mash, I think it was. The kid’s mom said that she’s expecting them to just play video games most of the time. However, I did have to give Rumble an explanation why I’m going to Appleloosa. So, I told him that Soarin wanted me to hang out there with his spouse which… you might say that I wasn’t lying.
Still, as the days got closer to Friday, it also gave me some time to… think things over. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that I wasn’t looking forward to this. However, even beforehoof, I was having some… second thoughts. After all, this was gonna be my first time. Not to mention that the Wonderbolt second in command was gonna be one of the two that has agreed to (for lack of better words) deflower me.
“You doing okay?” Soarin asked.
He asked me this while we were flying south. In my hooves, I carried a pot that I had prepared earlier for dinner. A stew with fresh herbs and veggies that just needed to be heated up. The sun was going down and below us, the land had turned green to red and orange. By the looks of it, we were about an hour away from Appaloosa. We had been flying for a while, following the railroad tracks below.
“Uh y-yeah,” I answered back, but I was uneasy about it, and Soarin picked it up.
He flew underneath me where he could look up at me. “It’s just you’ve been really quiet. But be honest with me here – is it because you’re nervous?”
I felt my ears folding against the back of my head. “Is it that obvious?”
“Look, I get that this is your first time and all. It’s okay that you’re nervous.”
“I-It’s not that I’m backing out.”
“I didn’t say you were, but you’ve been tense. Even before we headed out it’s like you’re on the edge of passing out or something.”
Well… he got me there. Since I arrived at the Academe, whenever I see Soarin, it just was a reminder of how… real this was getting. It’s one thing when you’re fantasizing by yourself, imagining that your hooves are gripping on somepony’s flank – yet, it’s another when it’s about to happen in real life.
Soarin rolled over to where were flying evenly. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked.
I took in a deep breath, “Just… don’t laugh. Alright?”
“Okay.”
“It’s just…” I took in another deep breath, giving me enough time to figure out what to say next. “I know I’m acting like an anxious teenager but still… this is a huge thing for me. Until last week, I didn’t know anypony that was not just gay but would want to sleep with me. If anything, I’m still processing that it’s even happening at all because I didn’t expect it to happen. Now that it is… It’s embarrassing to say this, but I realized that I don’t quite know what I’m doing.”
“Like you don’t know how to have sex?”
“Wha- no. Not that. I mean I uh… have some magazines I keep in a locked box. So I know what it looks like – just not so much with the nitty-gritty. As weird as it sounds, I don’t know things like how much lube do you use or how much really could a stallion take the shaft without getting impaled. I don’t know how to give a blowjob without scraping another dude with my teeth since I have never given one. Hell, I never even given anyone a hoofjob either.”
“So you’re pretty much as inexperienced as they come, huh?”
“That’s just it! What if I messed up somehow? What if I accidently bite down when I’m being choked on your… ya know? Or what if I finish too easily? Or what if I’m too small – or too big? What if I can’t take it up the ass? What if…” He heard Soarin laughing. “Hey, I don’t find any of this funny!”
“Sorry,” he chuckled, “but I get it, all of those are understandable things to be worried about when you’re doing it for the first time. Trust me, every guy has been there at some point. For me and Brae, we’re not expecting you to be a porn star. So really, even if you do make mistakes, we wouldn’t hold it against ya. After all, you don’t need to impress us with anything. We’re doing this to have fun and spice things up in the bedroom.”
“That’s another thing, are you sure you guys are okay with this? I know what you said that I wouldn’t be a homewrecker but-”
“It won’t be a problem.”
“Yeah but-”
“If it would make you feel better, ask Braeburn about it over dinner.” Then after a beat, he added. “Just so you know, if at any time that you’re not comfortable with giving up your virginity in any way – just give the word and we’ll stop right there. We thought that this would be fun. And it wouldn’t be fun if you’re not comfortable with whatever you want to explore. Besides, we thought that for tonight you’d get the chance to express your sexuality. But only if you want to.”
I won’t lie, but that was reassuring in a weird way. I say weird because hardly anyone had ever talked to me like that before. Growing up in Ponyville, back when kids and teens thought that if you’re gay that makes you weak. That to have so much as a kiss from another guy was considered the worst thing you could possibly do. However, here was a guy – a Wonderbolt that was just underneath Captain Spitfire, who was saying that it’s all okay. He was telling me that I don’t have to put up an act, no need to pretend. And even if I couldn’t do something it was still overall okay. Even if it’s just for sex, hearing this from a stallion I respected also settled something I had concerned about for the past week. He and his husband don’t see me as a sex toy – but as a pony that never got to experience what they have.
Anyway, soon enough we could see Appaloosa. From the air, this desert town in the middle of nowhere was like an oasis as there were trees and bushes growing near the spiderweb-like canals. Personally, I could see why Soarin would move here – despite the heat and dry air, the town itself has been quickly growing. While the settlement part was still in the very center, outwards it spread out to orchards, farmlands, a hoofball stadium with its museum, and even spots where there were signs of construction going on. Soarin explained that as the town is slowly becoming richer and more ponies moving in, they’re new restaurants, stores, and homes popping up while still making enough room for the Buffalo tribe for their annual stampedes.
We then glided down towards the more rural part of town where nearby a hill in front of an orchard of apples was a small greenhouse. A modest two-story house with a wooden roof and a stone chimney with smoke coming out of it. I followed Soarin behind towards the front porch where without a knock just let himself in.
“Hey Brae, you around?”
“Ah’m in the kitchen.” I heard a voice called out. “About ta put the pie in so get yer flank in ‘ere.”
Stepping in, Soarin craned his neck over to me and with a small smile tilted his head to invite me to come inside. Carrying the stew inside, I walked inside the tiny house and into a living room. Just like the outside, the inside was just as modest. There were wooden walls that were painted a light turquoise blue, a stone fireplace with a fire going. Some antique furniture from the hundred-year-old couch, cabinet, a desk, and a chair. Off to the right, there was a doorway that led into the kitchen where Soarin walked through. While he and his husband started talking, I got curious and went up to the pictures that were hanging up on the walls. Apart from the one desert painting, the rest were photos. Some I assume were their families while others showed Soarin with his husband. It was a guess really but most of the pictures show the same yellow earth pony with a mane of gold, a brown Stetson, and a vest to match.
“…. And good news,” I heard Soarin say from the other room, “guess who’s coming to dinner?”
“Wait, ya mean he’s here?” Now turning over to the sound of hoofsteps, I finally saw Soarin’s husband for the first time. I won’t lie… I can see part of the reason why he married him. Even though it was clear that he was probably as old as Soarin (around mid-to-late-thirties) … This guy was a bombshell. Yeah, I know that’s weird, but this guy was just as perfect of a body as you could get. I know how Soarin say that his husband was athletic, and it shows! From the fit withers to his masterfully chiseled flank that had a single apple as a cutie mark, even the wild flowing mane that wasn’t too long or too short that made his bright green eyes pop; I thought he was a supermodel than a farmer.
And I… may or may not have a bit of a wing boner when he walked in.
Soarin popped his head out and chuckled, “Yeah, I know.”
“Hey there,” his husband said, reaching a hoof out, “ya must be Thunderlane that Soarin’s been talkin’ about.” Even the accent, that country twain where every word he speaks sounds like an old well-tuned guitar. “Name’s Braeburn, but Ah’m sure my hubby told ya about me.”
“A bit,” I put the pot of stew down to shake his hoof. “Though he never told me how you looked. But I can see why cause hot doesn’t even describe you.” My face went red when I realized what just came out of my mouth. “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Soarin! Same on you,” Braeburn looked over to his husband, “Ya never told me he’d be quite the flirt.”
“Sorry I didn’t mean-” I tried to apologize again but was quickly interrupted.
“Oh, nonsense! We know what we’re here for so it’s expected,” he then scooped up the pot I brought, “Now let’s get this thin’ heated up so we all can sit down and have a good meal. So don’t ya jus’ sit there, come ta the sink and get yer hooves washed. Soarin, you too, ya hear?”
“But Brae…” Soarin whined like a foal.
“Don’t ya ‘But Brae’ me, that’s the rule and ya know it. So c’mon now, the sooner we’d get washed up and this thin’ heated, the sooner we’ll get ta know our new friend here.”
After taking a minute to wash our hooves, I sat down at the table with Soarin while Braeburn set the pot on the stove. While we waited around in the kitchen that was perfumed with cinnamon, cardamon, butter, baked bread, apple pie, frying herbs, and the slowly heating stew, I watched Braeburn going around from pot to pan to baking sheet. Partly because I was impressed by how this guy could juggle doing all these dishes and side dishes with exact timing and precision. That, and while his back was turned I uh… got a few glances what was underneath that tail of his. He wasn’t outright flashing – but from time to time when he turned suddenly I would get a glimpse of a smooth, black-furred sack that held a pair of balls I swear were the size of apples. But most of the time, however, my eyes would drift down to his flawless flank. The kind that looked like something you would see from a porn magazine.
“I know, right?” Soarin said which caught me off guard. Nearly jumped out of my seat, to be honest; plus, it didn’t help that my cheeks were turning pink. He laughed. “Still, I gotta know, what do you think of Brae?”
All I remember was I said something incoherently.
“What he’d say?” Braeburn asked over his shoulder.
“He says you’re hot.” Soarin shot back.
“D’waa, thank ya fer that. But Ah prefer tha have some grub while gettin’ ta know ‘em first before we’d make ‘em ejaculate fer the fifth time.”
My head turned around so fast that I’m shocked I didn’t snap my neck, “Make me what now?!”
“Jus’ a joke, partner. But fer real though,” He smirked while shaking his flank a little, “Ah don’t mind ya callin’ me hot… Speakin’ of which,” taking the lid off the pot to look at the stew. Seeing the steam cloud rising from it he said, “everythin’s ready now.”
From there the table was laid with plates; bowls; spoons; forks; knives; cups; a tray of butter; three jars of jam from strawberry, apple, and huckleberry; salt; pepper; rolls; stew; veggies that were fried like zucchini, asparagus, and yellow squash coated in flour and herbs; Brussel sprouts in balsamic vinegar; and an apple pie that was cooling in the center of the table.
At first, Soarin and his husband started talking to each other while we started to pass the food around to get enough on our plates. It was the usual talk that I’ve heard most couples speak about. How was your week? Anything new? Has this or that been taken care of? For a while, I didn’t really pay attention as I was deep in my own thoughts. How surreal this all was, that in a matter of hours, I was about to lose my virginity to Soarin – thee Soarin – and his God-like husband that I didn’t know he had. I didn’t quite know what to think of all of this, really. Now being up close to them, there wasn’t any spiteful hate or jealousy. There weren’t any arguments breaking out of how I was here to do… yeah.
“How old?”
“Huh?” I looked up from my plate.
Braeburn repeated the question, “Ah asked how old are ya. Soar, is he always this distracted?”
“I’m twenty-eight,” I answered. “Why’d you ask?”
“We’re tryin’ ta get ta know ya. Ah kinda prefer ta get ta know a bit of what the third partner is like before we’d have our three-way. Ya know?”
“Oh…” I blushed again.
“Mind if I ask you something personal?” Soarin asked between a spoonful of stew. “Are you really in the closet?”
I shrugged, “You two are the only ones that know about it. Honesty, I was worried that I might get fired or something.”
“If these were the old, old days, then yeah that might have happened. But luckily for us, things have changed for the better.”
“If that were true,” I pointed to Braeburn, “How come I didn’t know that you were married to a guy until a week ago?”
“Hey, I don’t hear you loudly advertise your personal life. My business is my business. I didn’t see a need to tell everyone I meet who I’m sharing a house with.”
“Mah folks pretty much know,” Braeburn said. “But what about you? Ya got a family?”
“Well, I live with my little brother. He doesn’t know. Our parents… well let’s just say they’re going through a rough time with the whole divorce thing so… Rumble’s living with me until everything calms down.”
“Woah…” Soarin put down his spoon. “Dude, I had no idea.”
“It’s fine, really,” I waved a dismissive hoof. “At least Rumble is doing better with me. Since I’m independent and all with a house, a solid job, and I know a thing or two about how to cook.”
“Ah’ll say,” Braeburn lifted the bowl up to his lips to down the rest of the broth. “Fer bein’ prepared hours ago – everythin’ in here is so fresh. And ya figured out how ta balance out the herbs. Ah, have trouble doin’ that when Ah do it.”
“There is a difference between putting in a few leaves and putting in the whole plant.” Soarin pointed out, and his husband pouted before sticking his tongue out.
“Well,” I cleared my throat, “so… are you both really okay with this?”
“What?” Braeburn blinked, “The stew?”
“No, I mean the uh… ya know. Having me for a…”
“Well yeah,” Soarin answered, “What else are ya here for?”
“I’m asking your husband on this. Why are you okay with having me around? I mean, not that it’s any of my business but… is there anything wrong in the bedroom if you needed me to spice things up?”
“Oh nah,” Braeburn shook his head. “Even bein’ married fer a good five years and we only see each other on the weekends. Ooh boy! When ya get us in a room together we’d hump like rabbits in rut durin’ a honeymoon.”
“So why…?”
“Partly ta make things interestin’, and partly out of nostalgia.”
“Huh?”
“Well… has Soarin told ya how we’d met?”
I blinked, looking between him and Soarin, “Not really. Why?”
“Because like you,” he took up a roll, and after a bite he explained, “Ah was a… well a late bloomer when it comes ta havin’ sex. Sometime before mah twenty-third birthday, Ah ran inta ‘em in a bar. And like ya, Ah’ve never had sex before but as much as Ah wanna do it, Ah never got the opportunity ta do it. Well, Soarin then offers me the address ta this high-end sex club in Canterlot where ya have ta pass this medical exam ta get in and ya have ta wear masks and… Well, Ah could go on about how wild it was, but eventually Ah lost it thanks ta this stud,” he bumped Soarin on the shoulder with a free hoof, “along with five other fellas.”
“You what!?” My jaw hit the floor.
“Told ya,” Braeburn chuckled, “it was a wild night. Yet, as unlikely as it was, Ah kept goin’ and he always was there ta… ya know. The thing was that after we had our fun all night until we were exhausted, that we were able ta talk. And Ah mean, really talk. We learned more about who we were, our likes, dislikes, hopes, dreams, and jobs. Eventually, we stopped goin’ at the club and jus’ goin’ out datin’. Took a while but eventually, he purposed, and the rest his history.”
“So you two got together because you…”
“Rutted in a sex club?” Soarin shrugged, “I know, it sounds unlikely, but that’s how it actually happened.”
“Huh… So I take it that you’ve done this before?”
“Only at the start,” Soarin explained. “But when we seriously dated that it just became the two of us. Believe it or not, neither one of us has slept with another stallion in years. Unlike the club, we don’t know who we run into would be interested or… well, clean for that matter. But with you, since this is your first time.”
“We can help ya out.” Braeburn started to cut up the apple pie, “We’ve had years of experience and we can show you how ta do it that’s safe. ‘Course, we want ya ta have fun too.”
“So… even if I embarrass myself, it still would be… okay?”
“Oh absolutely,” Braeburn dished up a slice of the pie, and handing it to me I saw him wink. “After all, it’s polite ta let the guest cum first.”
“Easy there Brae,” Soarin’s wing took hold of his husband to sit him back down. “Let’s save it for later tonight. For now, hand me over a slice. I’ve been craving this all week.”
Once the pie was divided and dished out, we started eating it when a thought popped into my head. “Hey, can I ask you guys something?” They told me to go ahead, “So… are there any rules to this?”
“With what?” Soarin asked before forking a bit of pie into his mouth.
“I mean… since you’re a married couple and you’ve invited me and all. I was just wondering if there’s any sort of rules. Like… is there something you guys don’t want me doing or what? I’m asking this because I don’t want to cross any lines here.”
They looked at one another for a moment. “Actually, that is a good point,” Soarin said, “Brae is there anything you’re not comfortable with him doing?”
“Now that Ah thinks of it, Ah could think of a few things.” After swallowing a bit of dessert, he said to me, “Fer one, Ah don’t want ya ta kiss either of us. Ah know that we’ll get inta the heat of the moment and all but understand that Soar’s mah husband.” I nodded.
“This I have to agree,” Soarin nodded, “I mean, I would go down on you Thunder, but if I’m going to kiss anyone, it’s for someone that I love. Okay?”
“Sounds fair,” I agreed. “Anything else?”
“I know,” Soarin raised a fork, “Brae and I have gotten into the habit that before we have sex, we have to take a shower. And I don’t mean a quick one either. It has to be thorough. Every square centimeter of you must be clean. Including using a douche bottle, using soapy water to rinse out the inside of your flankhole.”
I winced at that. “That sounds a bit of an overkill, doesn’t it?”
“Unless ya have a scat fetish,” Braeburn said, “and if ya want us ta get a disease, we won’t go down there. Besides, do ya wanna have the taste of dung on yer tongue?” My face scrunched up in disgust, “Ah didn’t think so. ‘Course, we do the same but if yer gonna sleep with us, then ya have ta do it too.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Anything else?”
“Now that I think of it,” Soarin said, “There are two more things to keep in mind. First being that if your shaft has been inside someone’s flank, don’t let it get to someone else’s mouth. Yeah, I know we’d have you douche beforehoof but it’s kinda a turn-off for us. Secondly and most importantly of all for you – just remember that since this is your first time, your safety and comfort should come first. If at any point, even during sex, that you feel pain or you’re disgusted by something – please, speak, up. Your first time shouldn’t be painful or traumatic. At no point do you have to do anything to impress us. If you think that you can’t, we’ll stop and do something else.”
“Even stuff like anal,” Braeburn added, “is like a required taste in a way. Some can do it with no problem while others can’t. Even some gay stallions can’t be on the receivin’ end. But with that said though, we do want ta have fun with ya.”
“Okay…” I shifted in my seat. “So do you want me to wear a condom or…?”
“Look,” Soarin pointed out, “we know that you’re clean. And despite us havin’ barebacking when we first met, we went to places that went the extra mile to make sure that everyone we slept with is also clean. And before you ask – we did go to a doctor to get ourselves tested recently. We don’t have any diseases that you’re gonna catch from us. So, if you want to do it bareback – that’s up to you.”
“Oh…” I let out a breathily sigh, cheeks flushed, hindlegs crossed and my wings twitched. My thoughts turned to those magazines that I would often finish on the last pages. Ya know, at the moment where those stallions after all that passionate rutting would ejaculate in ecstasy. For me, it was the most erotic part when I’m near orgasm to see those streaks of white fly. Sometimes my mind would flip flop from wanting to know what it was like to have my flanks be injected with another stallion’s seed to the point it would leak out, leaving a warm trail down to my legs. Or maybe be the one who was doing the filling. So, you can imagine that I had to keep myself from getting a boner, knowing that sexual fantasy was going to be made real.
However, my efforts to keep it down miserably failed. I know this because their eyes went wide. Plus it also didn’t help when Soarin gave a low whistle, “Dude, how are you hiding all of that?”
“Huh?”
“Look down.”
“What are yo- GAH!” Now my wings went fully stiff while I tried to cover my unintended erection. Yet, even my hooves didn’t help as I felt a bolt of guilty pleasure shooting up. “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean-”
“Damn yer as big as Soarin’s toys!” Braeburn blurted out. “Ah mean seriously, how are ya still a virgin with a fifth leg between ya?”
I hunched over the table to where my face was on the wood, “Sorry am I… too big?”
“You’re kidding?” Soarin leaned his head to peek under the desk. “I know you’re not fully hard but damn… you’re perfect!”
“I…” blinking, I looked between the two. “Really?”
“Ah oughta say so,” Braeburn commented as he too looked under the table. “Ah reckon yer not too thick, not too long but jus’ right.”
“But I’m not-”
“Dude,” Soarin got back up, “being well hung doesn’t always guarantee that you’re gonna please everyone you sleep with. It’s knowing how to use that thing that counts. And boy,” he peeked under the table, and I saw a Cheshire grin on his face, “we gotta have to teach you how to use that.”
“But first,” Braeburn got up, “we get these dishes put away. Then we go upstairs ta get ourselves ready.”
After dinner when all the plates were put away, the three of us went upstairs to the second floor. Underneath the sloped roof, the whole space was divided up in two. Most of it was the bedroom while the rest was the bathroom. While we were taking turns with me opting to go last, I looked around at the very room that I was gonna lose my virginity in. The first noticeable thing was that it was a clean space that the lack of a ceiling gave it space. Looking up at the wooden paneling, there was a huge fan that hovered over the bed. Underneath a window that looked out at the apple orchard was a large bed that was covered with a quilt covered in apples and a few pillows that padded enough to be cloud-like. Quite big enough for all of us to lay on with just enough room for two more. Flanked on each side were a couple of nightstands, with lamps that gave me a hit which side the two sleeps. On the left, the lampshade resembled a cloud while on the right had apples on it.
There was other stuff too, such as some of the dressers, a cabinet, a hoof-woven rug that was at the foot of the bed, a calendar that was scribbled on with the planned event for the couple. Though I noticed on that calendar where it showed that day it said: Sexy times with Soarin’s Friend. With a happy face doodled in.
While Braeburn went first, Soarin went over to the cabinet to use a key to unlock the bottom drawer. I asked, “What are you getting out, Clipper?”
“Just the essentials.” He pulled out a box from the drawer.
“Such as…?”
“We keep the lube in here. Along with some of our toys, and a few other things to make us feel… sexy.”
I tilted my head, my cheeks heating up, “Oh yeah?”
“For example,” Soarin placed the box on the edge of the bed and pulled out a pair of leather assless chaps. “Brae has a thing for wearing black faux leather with a matching saddle that I’ll need to pull out.”
“Your husband isn’t the… what’s it called?”
“BDSM? Oh no, Brae’s not insane with it.” He told me while I watched him take out other stuff from the box such as a bottle of lube, some vibrators, and a few dildos that one of which could rival mine in size. “Of course,” he added with a blush, “there have been a few times where he would use a lasso on me, maybe spank a bit or be a touch domineering. But he doesn’t cross any lines for me – ya know?”
I walked over, eyeing the largest dildo, “I’m afraid to ask but… do you take some of these with you when you’re not with him or…?”
He nervously chuckled, “Maybe…”
“Uh-huh… So, what about you?”
“Well, Brae has his fake leather. Me, I have these,” he pulled out a bundle of blue and white stripe fabric that took me a moment to realize what they were.
“Socks?”
“Yeah, I know it’s weirdly specific but, what can I say? When I have these on and rolled all the way up; well, there’s something almost naughty about having these on. In a good way, ya know? Especially these that go up the hindlegs. Where they’re just barely touching my flank and-” He chuckled, “Yeah, it’s kinda my thing.”
“I see…” I rubbed my hoof over my foreleg.
“What about you? Is there something that you find sexy?”
“Now that you’ve mentioned it there is something but… I guess I was a little too nervous asking earlier.”
“Yeah? What’s that?”
I breathed in deeply, “Would it be cool with you guys if uh… we do this whole thing bareback? As in no condoms and just go at it raw.”
“Well, we already said that we’re clean.” Soarin raised an eyebrow. “Is there a specific reason?”
“Just that… with the mags I have, the part that tends to… turn me on the most is at the end when everypony’s finishing. Letting out burst after burst of seed inside and maybe a bit outside… It makes me want to know what it’s like.”
“Trust me, we’re all looking forward to that.” Just then, Braeburn came out of the bathroom, which meant that it was Soarin’s turn.
Now alone with his husband, Braeburn trotted over to the bed, still a bit damp from the shower with a towel around his neck. At first, he didn’t say anything as he dried off the last bits of him before turning his attention over to the fake black leather on the bed.
“So do ya want ta wear anythin’?” he asked.
“I don’t think so.” I answered, “Why? Do you got other stuff laying around?”
“No, but Ah don’t know if Soar told ya about what we like in bed has he?” I told him that he did. “Jus’ curious ta know if ya wanted somethin’ on by the time ya did yer shower and cleansin’ is all.”
“It’s okay, let’s say I’m a stallion of simple tastes.”
“Now that you’ve mentioned it,” Braeburn sat on the edge of the bed and started to put on the chaps. “What do ya want ta happen? Ah know it’s yer first time and all but what exactly are we doin’? It’s one thin’ if yer havin’ a stallion helpin’ ya out but two? Ah take it ya have somethin’ specific in mind?”
“Well…” My blush was still burning to the point I feel my head is on fire, but also, I felt the blood going to my groin at this point too.
“Ah’m curious is all. Ah mean, since this is yer first time we’d thought that you have the greatest say in how ya want ta lose that V-card of yours.”
“Didn’t your husband tell you?”
“Ta be fair,” He pulled up the chaps up to his flank. “All Ah heard was that someone on the Wonderbolt wanted ta give up his virginity with us. Only Ah didn’t hear how exactly. So mind fillin’ me in?”
“Well… I have this fantasy where I would be in the middle of this – literally. That I would rut someone’s flank while another would do the same with mine.”
“Oh! The train position! Shoot, Ah haven’t done that since Ah and Soarin started datin’. Y’all should have been with me that one time at the Giddy Up Club where Ah was a part of an orgy with thirty-four stallions. All in a line where we’re pumpin’ inta a tight hole while another was doin’ the same. All goin’ in-and-out like one of those pendulum ball things. It was like one long sexy conga line. Only that one was so much fun.”
I blinked, “Remind me sometime how to get into that club.”
“It’s pretty easy. Ah and Soar was thinkin’ of goin’ there fer our anniversary one of these days.”
I blinked again, “You guys must have very interesting sex lives.”
“Hey, Ah don’t speak fer every couple out there. But fer us, it helps us give us that time fer that much needed intimacy. Some express it through kissin’ their spouse good mornin’, while we that only see each other on weekends do so with sex. Course, sometimes it can get borin’ but that’s when ya need ta get creative with it.”
“Like inviting a total stranger to a three-way?”
“Hey, you ain’t no stranger. Sure, Ah don’t know ya that well but who knows; maybe we could spend the time to get to know ya better.”
That caught off me off guard, “You mean you guys would want to see me again?”
“Guess that depends on ya, partner.” He said with a smirk.
Eventually, Soarin did came out of the bathroom, so it was my turn to get ready.
Now I’m gonna skip over the whole cleaning thing. Truthfully there’s not much to tell here, say that I took my shower and did the douching thing which is… kinda too disgusting to describe to be honest. Though all I would say about my time in the bathroom is that I was getting cold hooves. Of course, I wasn’t just gonna run off right there, but as dumb as this sounds, I haven’t been that nervous since the first day at Wonderbolt boot camp. Sure, I knew they weren’t expecting a well-experienced porn star per-se. But more with the thought if I really could do it at all. I’m embarrassed to admit this but as I was getting near the end of getting myself totally clean… I couldn’t get myself to get horny. Hell, I was excited for it. Maybe it’s because I was so nervous but even knowing what was about to happen, I couldn’t get hard.
So after I got through washing, drying, and… cleansing that I turned over to the bathroom door. Before I could open it, however, I heard a moan from behind the wood. So, I stay silent for a second to listen in.
“Don’t that feel good, hon?” I heard Braeburn ask.
There was a satisfied groan from Soarin. The kind when one was rubbing a really sore spot from a massage. “You still have the magic touch.”
“Admit it,” Braeburn said in that sexy country draw. “Ya jus’ want Lane’s enormous fifth leg up that tight ass of yers.” His husband answered with a moan, “Ah don’t blame ya. Us poppin’ his cherry at both ends. Him gonna push inta ya fer the first time while Ah do the same with his untouched hole.”
“B-Brae…”
“You’re so lucky Soar. Ya jus’ can’t wait fer him ta go in deep. Let ‘em make a nice big bulge right here. He’ll be pushin’ that prostate of yours while Ah do the same with his.”
“I…”
“Ya can say it.”
“I… I want it Brae. I want to be stuffed. I want to make him cum deep into me. And I want you to make him paint my insides white.”
Holy hell… I looked back down between my legs. Where I couldn’t get hard before, it was starting to unsheathe underneath me. Whatever nervousness I had was melting away. Behind the door, there are two of the sexiest stallions I know out there – and they want me.
And I want it.