> Apple Buck Finds Somethin' New
>  by Parker
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> 1 - Didn't Ask for This
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“I really can’t thank you Crusaders enough,” the cream-colored unicorn colt said, a wide smile on his freckled face.  

“Shucks,” Apple Buck replied, “we’re just happy to help.”

“We’re just so glad you found your special talent!” Silver Bell chimed in his high-pitched voice, pulling the other unicorn into a hug. The other Crusaders joined in, nearly crushing their fiery-haired client.  

“I don’t know about you colts,” Scootaroll said, as the hug broke apart, “but I’m going home to get some sleep.  It’s been a long day.”

“A long week,” Silver Bell agreed with a yawn.

Apple Buck had no idea how his friends could think of sleep. Even after years of doing the work, the exhilaration of helping another pony find his cutie mark had his spirit soaring and his mind racing.  “Alright, y’all, I’ll see ya in the morning, then.”  Scootaroll waved and walked out of the clubhouse, Silver Bell right behind him.

“I’ll walk ya back off the farm, Sunspot,” he said, addressing the newly-marked unicorn.  “Finding your way can get a mite confusing, especially at night.”  Apple Buck caught the colt staring in wide-eyed wonder at his new cutie mark: a large yellow sun dappled with dark spots. 

“It’s so amazing.”

“Ya like what ya see, then?”

The unicorn blushed, the red nearly obscuring the dark orange freckles that covered his muzzle from nose to chin to ear.  He glanced up at the larger earth pony with a smile.  “I do.”

“Well, come on, then, let’s get ya home.”

The unicorn coughed and the red in his face burned bright. “Actually, I have one more thing I was hoping you could help me with.”

Apple Buck smiled, eager to take on a challenge.  “Sure thing.  Let me go grab the guys.”

“No, no,” the unicorn said, shaking his head.  “It’s not a cutie mark problem.”

Apple Buck tilted his head, confused.  “Okay, lay it on me.”

The unicorn approached the earth pony slowly, a small smile creeping into his expression.  “I’ve been awfully lonely recently.”

Apple Buck nodded.  That was pretty common for late blanks.  Gosh, if it hadn’t been for Scootaroll and Silver Bell, Buck wasn’t sure what he would have done.  And Sunspot was even older than he and his friends had been when they discovered their talent.  “It can be hard keeping friends, sometimes, when you’re looking for your cutie mark.”

The unicorn lifted a forehoof and laid it tenderly on Apple Buck’s neck.  “Like I said, this isn’t a cutie mark problem.”

“Uhh,” Apple Buck muttered, unsure of what was happening. “What exactly do you need help with, Sunspot?”

The unicorn looked up at the larger pony.  “Actually, I guess if you want to be specific, I’m hoping I can help you with something.”

“That so?” Apple Buck asked skeptically.  The hoof on his neck traced lazily down his chest.  “I don’t think I really need anything right now.”

Sunspot shrugged.  “Sometimes it’s not about need.  You’ve been working so hard for me all week.  And I’ve been trying not to make a fool of myself, but, well, right now you’re making something on me hard, too.”

Apple Buck sniffed the air and his eyes went wide as he caught the scent of arousal.  He leaned his head to the side and caught sight of a dark brown shaft descending from the other pony’s carriage.  “Hey, whoa, Sunspot, I think you’ve got the wrong pony here.”

“Nnnope,” he drawled, “big, broad-shouldered earth pony stallion with a cute accent?  Sounds just perfect.”

“Nonono, I mean…” Apple Buck gulped and backed away until his flank bumped into the clubhouse wall.  “I mean, you’re a stallion!”

Sunspot grinned and waggled his thin, dark brows at the earth pony.  “So are you.”

“Well, exactly!” Apple Buck exclaimed.  “So what’s the big idea?”

“I was hoping you’d show me.”  That elicited a massive blush from the earth pony as he quickly realized what the younger stallion meant.  “Don’t tell me you’ve never fooled around with another guy?”  Apple Buck shook his head.  “Never thought about it?”

“Can’t say I’ve given it any thought.”

“Well,” the unicorn said, turning slightly to the side, offering a full view of his fully-hard shaft.  “Want to think about it now?”

Apple Buck didn’t want to look down.  Sweet Solaris, but he didn’t want to look.  So he looked the unicorn in the face.  Sunspot had a handsome face, if a little blunt.  The deep orange freckles on his lighter-color coat made Apple Buck think about the sweet varietal of apples his brother was cultivating. The unicorn’s golden horn poked out from a fiery mane that looked both wild and perfectly coifed.  Sunspot was a little stouter than the average unicorn. Nice and hardy, almost like an earth pony.  And he had a nice color coat, Apple Buck noticed not for the first time.  The short fur was only a shade or two darker than his own.  He was quite handsome, really.  If Apple Buck had any interest in colts, he’d probably find Sunspot quite attractive.  

“I see at least a part of you is interested.”

Oh no, oh no, Apple Buck thought in a panic.  He was getting hard.  Okay, he thought, stay calm.  Remember how to relax.  Close your eyes.  Deep breath. 

…The deep breath was a mistake.  It carried the scent of excited stallion, and the animal part of Apple Buck’s brain reacted, sending his own pheromones racing.  His eyes snapped open and before he could stop himself, he was staring at the small puddle of wetness collecting on the treehouse floor below Sunspot’s shivering member.

His blood raced, filling his shaft.  Apple Buck swallowed and tried to look away from the gently swaying brown cock hanging beneath the other pony.  “You’re a client,” he protested.

“Ex-client.  I’ve got a cutie mark now.  I think our business is successfully concluded.”

“This is wrong.  You’re just a colt.”

“I’m nearly as old as you.  Late Blank, remember?  Besides,” he said gaily, “’flank not bare, all is fair,’ right?”

“I… I’ve never been with a stallion!  I don’t even know if I’d like it.”

Sunspot grinned again.  “See, that’s where I can help.”  He stepped forward and Apple Buck plopped his flank to the floor.  He was uncomfortably aware of his bobbing erection poking out between his forelegs.  “Just sit back a little more,” the unicorn said.  He pushed slightly on the larger stallion’s shoulders until Apple Buck was sitting up fully, his back against the wall.  His erection hovered up in front of Sunspot’s chest.

Apple Buck swallowed, trying to find another protest. Oh, Solaris, this was really happening.  “Uhh,” he whined, “I don’t think, uhh.”

The unicorn shushed him, then gently stroked one hoof down the length of Apple Buck’s mottled shaft.  The earth pony gave a small moan as a shiver traveled from his groin up his barrel.  What was it about another pony touching your parts that was so much better than when you did it yourself, Apple Buck wondered.  

“You just tell me if I should stop,” Sunspot said calmly, pulling the hoof up and then back down Apple Buck’s shaft.  

He opened his mouth to say exactly that, but only a weak whimper escaped his throat.  Okay, yes, Apple Buck thought to himself, there was another colt touching his dick. But it’s not like it felt bad, he rationalized, and really not that different at all from when he and Pippasqueak had fooled around that one time.  As long as he didn’t have to return the favor and touch Sunspot’s penis, which was then drooling a huge glob of precum onto the clubhouse floor, he’d be fine.  It wouldn’t be gay unless he touched it.  Or tasted it.

Apple Buck’s shaft surged and bounced upward into the other colt’s chest fur.  “Eager,” Sunspot purred happily.  “Good stallion.”  He very slowly increased the rhythm of his hoof up and down the earth pony’s shaft, pausing for a moment to play with the medial ring, rubbing the hoof along the circumference of the fleshy ring.

Oh, applesauce, Apple Buck was enjoying this.  This colt knew what he was doing.  Apple Buck realized he was moaning and closed his mouth, cutting off the sound.  As the other pony’s hoof moved down his length, he caught glimpses of Sunspot’s brown, veiny dick bobbing up and down.  It was almost hypnotic, watching it sway and leak.  Apple Buck was moaning again. He closed his eyes.  This had to be a dream.  Any second, Prince Artemis would swoop down and explain what sort of strange nightmare was making him imagine having his dick stroked by another colt. 

Then he felt something warm and wet press against the underside of his cock, and he changed his mind.  This was definitely not a nightmare.  His eyes shot open and he caught the sight of a handsome, yellow-freckled muzzle leaning down near the base of his shaft.  Sunspot slowly extended his tongue and pressed upward, licking from medial ring up to the head.  

“Sweet apple pie!” Apple Buck cried as the intensity of the touch overwhelmed his senses.  He felt his balls pull upward, trying to climb into his groin.  The unicorn lowered his head and lapped at the underside of Apple Buck’s ring.  The earth pony was glad to be sitting; he didn’t think his haunches could have remained steady otherwise.  The unicorn opened his mouth and gave the tiniest of tugs on Buck’s ring with his teeth. Apple Buck thrust his hips forward and moaned loudly.  He felt his orgasm building, blood rushing to his flared crown.  

“Oh, Tartarus, Sunspot,” Apple Buck panted, watching his flare widen.  The unicorn licked upward again, his wide tongue pushing against the firm, warm flesh. “I think I’m gonna—“  he cut off and bit his lip as the other stallion’s tongue swirled up and around the base of his flare.  Apple Buck’s heart was pounding, and his rock-hard cock begged for release.  He wasn’t sure how he could even come, without a firm hoofgrip or something to mount. Sunspot began his upward lick again, and Apple Buck felt his sack clench and knew his climax was coming fast, firm grip or no.

His shaft twitched, and he cried out, and a large white glob of semen lazy pulsed from his cock, splattering the top of the unicorn’s nose.  Sunspot closed his eyes but didn’t stop licking, even as the cum dribbled into his mouth.  Another shot leapt out, somewhat more strongly and coated the top of the yellow muzzle.  Apple Buck felt his backside clench, thrusting against pressure that wasn’t present on his shaft, and felt a huge volley of jizz erupt from his cock.  The burst hit the ceiling several spans above and landed with a noisy splatter on the floor beside the two ponies. Sunspot’s eyes went wide with surprise and glee, but Apple Buck hardly noticed as another shot ripped through his groin, out past his flare and into the air.  The large glob seemingly hung in the air forever, suspended in time, before falling directly down onto his own flared crown and Sunspot’s muzzle, making a tremendous white mess of both.  Apple Buck panted with each consecutive burst, the next coating the unicorn’s horn and the next over his shoulder onto the clubhouse floor.  His balls ached, and his shaft flagged, and several more eruptions fired weakly until Apple Buck felt the tension ease from his core.

Sunspot was a creamy mess.  His mane, horn, and handsome freckled face were a yellow canvas painted in gooey white semen.  The colt had an ecstatic look on his face, and as he shifted, Apple Buck saw the unicorn’s long brown shaft sported a wide flare of its own.  Sunspot scooted forward and plopped his flank down on the messy floor.  Apple Buck whimpered in shocked delight at knowing some of his seed was soaking into the colt’s flanks.  Sunspot’s very hard cock pressed up against Apple Buck’s still-twitching member, and Buck noticed for the first time that the unicorn’s shaft was actually longer than his own.  Not as wide, certainly, but just a bit longer, the flared head popping up past his own. The warmth of another body pressed so close to his own, especially his tender parts, was enough to keep Apple Buck hard as a fifth season sapling.  Sunspot rocked his hips rapidly, in jerky movements, sending the edge of his flared head rubbing along Apple Buck’s.  The near constant stream of unicorn precum and leftover earth pony semen made the movements send an electric thrill through the earth pony.  

“Oh, holy stars, Apple Buck, I’m there, I’m there, I’m… I’m—“ The unicorn sucked in a sharp breath and grimaced.

The initial burst coated Apple Buck’s chest.  Apple Buck found himself moaning again, thrilled to watch the other pony shoot.  The next round splattered the underside of his chin, and the one after that made a huge line down the top of his shaft, all the way to his groin.  The unicorn continued grinding his shaft into Apple Buck’s, and burst after small burst coated their two cocks, until both, one brown and one mottled, were both completely soaked and exhausted after a few moments.

The two ponies lay panting for a few moments, until Apple Buck realized the creamy mess was slowly drying into his fur.  Apple Buck sighed, knowing what a nightmare semen was to wash out of fur.  “I hope you don’t mind a cold bath, Sunspot.  I don’t fancy going home looking like this, so it’s the stream f’r us both.” 

The unicorn smiled warmly at him.





Apple Buck spent the entire evening trying not to think about it.  Despite his efforts, his mind replayed the events of the evening as he lay in bed.  

The stallions had cleaned themselves thoroughly in the cold water of the stream, and Apple Buck had walked Sunspot to the edge of the farm like he had promised, but the two barely exchanged ten words after they had… 

Nope, Apple Buck thought, rolling onto his other side in his bed, not going to think about it.  He still had no idea what had gotten into him.  He wasn’t even into colts.  He liked fillies like Pippa or Stormclap (despite how troublesome the little gray mare had been at the inaugural Cutie Mark Camp).  He liked mare parts—he’d touched himself often enough thinking about winking wet lips to know that was true.  So he couldn’t figure out why he had been so excited at seeing Sunspot’s shaft.  And the way it shifted and surged as the colt had rubbed it against Apple Buck’s cock. Fucking apple blight, he was getting hard again.  He had to stop thinking about it.  Stop thinking about another stallion and thinking he was hot.  It wasn’t hot to have some stallion cover him in cum!  It wasn’t hot to remember the taste of the little bit had splashed into his mouth.  Apple Buck groaned and pulled the sheet over his head in frustration.  His shaft was raging hard, pushing out of the side of the bed.  If he stopped thinking about it, it’d go soft.  He kept telling himself that until he started leaking precum onto his sheets. 

“Okay.” He said aloud, to no one in particular.  “One-time thing.  One-time thing this morning, one-time thing thinking about it tonight, and then I can go to sleep and then I can forget all about this in the morning and continue to be into mares.”  He threw the sheets back and rolled onto his back, his mottled shaft standing upright like a column.  

He remembered the way Sunspot’s warm tongue had climbed his shaft, the firm flesh of the long tongue massaging his swollen member.  A bead of precum oozed slowly from the tip of his shaft.  He took his cock in his hooves, working them slowly up and down, trying to replicate the feel of the unicorn’s work.  Apple Buck felt his balls ache as he remembered how hard he had cum, splattering the ceiling of the clubhouse and then coating unicorn’s muzzle with strands of semen. He felt a surge of blood rush to his cock and he clenched the muscles in his groin, sending his shaft bouncing down against his chest.  A tiny wet spot in his chest fur marked where the cock had been.  He remembered how Sunspot had pushed up against him, his long cock pressed up against Apple Buck’s.  Another surge sent his cock away from his hooves and slapping back against his chest.  He pulled it back up and began stroking himself.  And then the unicorn had starting grasping and frotting the larger pony.  Apple Buck’s shaft slapped his chest again and again, leaving messy streaks of wet fur in its wake.  He moaned and felt himself flare as he recalled how the unicorn’s dick had launched a strand of cum up against his chest, just above where his own cock was making its mark.  He replayed that shot over and over, his heart racing and his breath erratic. The memory shifted, and suddenly Apple Buck took the head of Sunspot’s flared dick into his mouth, feeling the warm, thick flesh spray its messy load onto his tongue and down his throat. Apple Buck bit back a cry, leaned forward, and took his own shaft in his muzzle.  Without even moving further, he went over the edge.  His mouth filled instantly with hot, creamy liquid.  Apple Buck swallowed on instinct, his balls clenching and his shaft pulsing in his own mouth.  In his mind it was the unicorn’s load he was swallowing, gulping it down greedily. Mouthful after mouthful poured forth, no small amount leaking out around pursed lips to make a mess of his neck and chest.  An eternity, packed into a few seconds, finally passed and Apple Buck let the wide, flared head fall loose from his slack lips.  A single, sticky white line traced from his cock to his muzzle until it fell loose and splattered to the fur below.

Sweet sun and moonlight, that had been good.  He hadn’t tried to do that since he had been much younger, and he’d never been able to reach when his stuff was smaller.  Apple Buck grabbed a strategically-placed towel from beneath his bed and got to work cleaning his fur.   It wasn’t gay to suck yourself off was it?  Even if you swallowed? He grimaced, worried about the answer.  Then he remembered how he had imagined sucking off Sunspot.  How imagining his lips around another stallion’s cock had sent him over the edge. Apple Buck groaned in frustration.  He worried that this was not going to be just a one-time thing
> 2 - An Interruption
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Apple Buck managed to avoid any awkward conversations at breakfast by skipping the porridge and just taking a hoofful of pancakes to go. He made vague excuses about Crusader business and skipped out before anypony could ask why he’d been out so late the night before.  

The pancakes were devoured before he reached the edge of Sweet Apple Acres, and with nothing else to do, he couldn’t keep his mind off the events of the previous day (and night).  His emotions rolled around like a herd of fighting cats.  He was terrified to think he might be gay.  He was frustrated that he had touched himself while thinking about Sunspot.  He was angry at Sunspot for coming onto him.  He was grateful, too, though.  And aroused. And frustrated at that arousal. And worried what his best friends might make of it, if they found out.  Could he keep his friends from finding out?  Did he want to?  They never kept secrets from each other, after all.  His stomach filled with dread as he approached the train station.  The others were already there.  Silver Bell and Scootaroll were laughing at something Sunspot had said.  Apple Buck’s guts twisted.  What if they were laughing at him?

Silver Bell finally caught sight of his friend as Apple Buck climbed the platform stairs.  He waved the earth pony over.  “Sunspot was just telling us how shocked his friends back home are going to be that his talent is magic-related.”

“Really?”  Apple Buck said, proud of how level he had kept his voice, “why’s that?”

Sunspot turned his gaze to Apple Buck, and the earth pony froze, feeling like he’d seen a cockatrice.  Stay calm, he told himself, don’t make a scene.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard the unicorn explain some story about a levitation spell gone horribly wrong when he was a young colt.  Apple Buck smiled mechanically, trying to keep thoughts about Sunspot’s and his antics at bay.  

Scootaroll picked up on the unease instantly.  “Uh, Apple Buck, everything okay?”

Apple Buck shook his head to clear it, thankful for the distraction that let him take his eyes off Sunspot.  “Yeah, sure, sorry, just tired s’all.”

Sunspot smiled innocently.  “It was an exciting night last night.”  Apple Buck felt like his face might catch fire, but his friends seemed not to notice.

Silver Bell nodded.  “I know! It was so great to finally get you your cutie mark!”  

“Totally!”  Scootaroll agreed.  

The Friendship Express pulled in then, and Sunspot began to make his farewells.  He gave a brief hug to each Silver Bell and Scootaroll before turning to the earth pony. Apple Buck lifted a hoof for a hug, but the unicorn colt snuck in close and pecked a kiss on the side of Apple Buck’s muzzle.  Apple Buck froze in shock.  

“If you guys ever come up to Fillydelphia, look me up.  I’d be glad to host a get together!”  With that, the unicorn scooped up his small stack of luggage with magic from his horn and stepped onto the train. 

The air was filled with sounds of the other travelers, the train, and the scrapes of luggage, but Apple Buck heard only the buzzing of panic in his mind.  He turned to find both his best friends staring at him.  He was suddenly desperate to be anywhere but there.

“Uhh,” Scootaroll drawled, “what was that?”

“Did he,” Silver Bell started before glancing over to the door where Sunspot had vanished, “did he just,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “kiss you?”

Maybe the roof would collapse and kill him, Apple Buck hoped silently.  Unfortunately, the station remained standing.

“Huh,” Scootaroll said, “I didn’t peg him for a colt cuddler.”

Apple Buck’s face felt like it was on fire.

“Rude!” Silver Bell squeaked.  “That’s an offensive term, Scoots.”  Scootaroll just shrugged.  “Apple Buck, why are you so embarrassed?  It’s not like there’s anything to be embarrassed about.” 

“I’d be pretty embarrassed if some colt started kissing me,” the orange pony chimed in.

“Not. Helping!” Silver Bell hissed at his friend.

“Sorry,” Scootaroll replied, this time looking at least a little apologetic.  “But Silver Bell’s right, it’s not like you did anything to encourage him.”

Apple Buck seized on the opportunity.  “Right. Totally. Should we go? We should go.”  He trotted down off the platform and made it another few strides before realizing he hadn’t heard hoofsteps behind him.  His friends were still standing on the platform as the train pulled away.  Both had their heads tilted slightly and were staring at him.  “What?”  He felt a surge of dread as the two exchanged a look and then began walking down towards him.

“What happened?” Silver Bell asked again.

“Nothing!” Apple Buck said far too loudly.  “Nothing,” he said again more calmly.  

“Riiight,” Scootaroll said, giving him a suspicious look. “Well, let’s get back to the clubhouse. We’ve gotta choose our next client.”

The clubhouse.  Shit.  The clubhouse he had failed to clean after bathing himself in the stream the day before. Holy twice-blighted crabapple saplings on fire.  “No!” He yelled.  His fellow Crusaders both eyed him blankly.  “No, uh, we should uh,” Apple Buck’s mind flailed, reaching for any sort of excuse not to return to the scene of his embarrassment.  Silver Bell rolled his eyes.  

Scootaroll leveled a hard stare at the earth pony.  “What happened, Apple Buck?  Don’t tell me I have to go kick somepony’s flank.  It’s way too early in the day for that.”

Apple Buck sighed in resignation.  It was useless trying to hide anything from his best friends.  He felt his stomach drop as he tried to harden his resolve.  “Th’ truth is, Sunspot and I” he gulped down bile, “we did a bit more than just kiss last night.”  Silver Bell gasped and Scootaroll blanched.  “So that’s what’s got me all riled up today.”

Scootaroll frowned.  “You know we can’t let this out, right?  If everypony finds out we have a colt cuddling Crusader, it’s going to be impossible to get male clients.”

Silver Bell, usually so polite and gentle, turned and punched Scootaroll in the ribs with his hoof.  Not gently, either.  Apple Buck winced in sympathy.  While the pegasus was gasping for breath, the white colt rounded on him.  “Do you know how ignorant you sound?  Ponies could say that we shouldn’t help fillies because we’re stallions, but they don’t, because they know we’re good ponies.”  He took another jab at the pegasus, but Scootaroll hopped back far enough to evade the strike.  “Second, I told you that term was rude.”  He seethed while managing somehow to loom over the larger stallion.  “It’s a stupid term used to insult gay ponies and belittle their relationships.”

Apple Buck, who somehow had never really considered the term, thought on it while Silver Bell harangued Scootaroll. “I dunno, I’m pretty sure I’m not like that anyway, but I think the phrase is actually cute, what with cuddlin’ and all.”

Silver Bell jerked his head towards the earth pony.  “Not! Helping!”  He spat angrily.  “You can be gay and do great things!”

Scootaroll snorted, then immediately cringed from a pain in his ribs.  “Oh yeah? Then name one famous colt cu—er, gay pony.”

Silver Bell suddenly blushed.  “I, uh,” stammered, his voice returning to its normal high-pitched squeakiness, “I don’t think I’m really supposed to say.”

Apple Buck’s and Scootaroll’s ears both perked forward.  “Now what d’ya mean by that, Sil?” Apple Buck asked. 

“W-what?” Silver Bell replied nervously, his face beet red, “I just… oh no, he’s going to kill me if you guys go around spreading rumors.” He sniffled, a small tear forming in each eye.  “it’s Gabby Gums all over again!”

“Hey,” Scootaroll replied, “it’s not like we’re going to go publish this.  It’s just amongst us Crusaders.”

“Yeah,” Apple Buck replied, eager to hear the secret. “Bubble Berry promise.”

Silver Bell looked unimpressed.  “Oh, come on!” Scootaroll interjected.  “No one breaks a Bubble promise,” He stood up on his hind hooves and tried to get his short mane to bounce up like Bubble’s crazy pink coiffure. “Stick a cupcake in my eye and everything.”

“I don’t know,” Silver Bell whined.

Apple Buck frowned and then stamped a hoof in the dirt.  “I swear on the clubhouse and our good names as Crusaders that whatever you say won’t leave the three o’ us.  That’s th’ most sacred thing I know; I hope that’s good enough for ya.”

Silver Bell looked at his friend soberly.  “All right.”  He wiped at his misty eyes.  “You swear it too, Scoots.”

The pegasus sighed but then made the same pledge.  “Now come on,” Scootaroll coaxed, “who is it?”

Silver Bell blushed.  “I’m not sure you’re going to like the answer.”

Apple Buck groaned.  “Just spit it out, Sil.”

The white colt blushed deeply and whispered something so softly that Apple Buck could swear it had been uttered by Butterscotch.

“What?”  Scootaroll said, leaning forward.

“It’s Elusive,” he responded quietly.

“Your brother?”  Apple Buck replied incredulously.

“That… actually makes a lot of sense,” Scootaroll said. “He’s super into fashion, and being pretty, and is kind of mare-like anyway, right?  I mean I can totally see—“

Silver Bell hid his eyes with a hoof.  “…aaaaand Rainbow Blitz.”

“WHAT?”  Scootaroll exploded.  “There is no way that’s true.”

Apple Buck nearly threw out his back from laughing.  Silver Bell peeked out from behind his hoof and smiled shyly at the larger colt.

“B-b-but… Rainbow was the captain of the weather team!” Scootaroll protested.  “He’s a Wonderbolt, for Solaris’s sake!”

Silver Bell harrumphed, a little of his previous fire returning.  “I told you gay ponies could be heroes!”

“No. No no no!” Scootaroll was shaking his head in disbelief. “I just don’t buy it.  I mean, he’s so fast, and so cool, and he’s into stallion-y things like sports and workouts and-“

“And big, sturdy stallions,” Silver Bell replied around the sounds of Apple Buck’s hooting and snorting.  “Like AJ.”

The absurdity of the thought nearly broke Apple Buck, and he doubled over with laughter.  “Yeah, right!” he huffed, pounding the ground with a hoof while finally catching his breath. “Land sakes, Silver Bell, I haven’t laughed this hard in a long time.  You really had us going there for a while.”  

Scootaroll seemed to consider, and then nodded his agreement. “Yeah, that was a really strange joke.”

The white unicorn’s muzzle flushed pink.  “I’m serious!” He squeaked.  

“Oh, please,” Apple Buck replied, the aftershocks of laughter not quite out of his system, “I know you’re just tryin’ to make me feel better about Sunspot—which I appreciate, by the way—but telling some tall tale about how all our brothers are… ya know… that’s pretty ridiculous.”

Silver Bell huffed.  “You don’t believe me?  Either of you?”  The other two Crusaders shook their heads.  The unicorn threw his head back and cried out in frustration.  “I tell you colts the biggest secret I know—the one I’ve been holding back for weeks—and neither of you believe me?”

Apple Buck kicked the dirt with a hoof.  “Shoot, Sil, ya do know it’s an awfully big pill to swallow.”

“That’s what she said,” Scootaroll added with a chuckle. Nopony else laughed.

Silver Bell fumed.  “Wait!” he said suddenly, “Apple Buck, your brother is the Element of Honesty. Just ask him!”

Apple Buck blanched and shook his head.  “Ohh, no.  No way, Sil.”

“I mean it.  If you just ask him, he’ll definitely tell you the truth.”

“No way!  There’s things ya just don’t talk about with family.”

“Ugh, fine!”  Silver Bell groaned.  “Last time I tell you guys anything.  Now can we please go to the clubhouse?”

Apple Buck grimaced.  “Uh, not just yet.  I’ve, uh, got to do some cleanin’ there before you colts come over.”

“Gross,” the other two ponies said in unison.  The exchanged a sidelong glance before sharing a chuckle, despite Apple Buck’s discomfort.





An hour and several buckets of soapy water later, Apple Buck paused to take a close look at the clubhouse floor and walls.  No more sticky stains anywhere.  He’d been trying not to think about the cause, but it had been impossible when it was right in front of his nose, and he was nearly at half mast, despite the distraction of all the scrubbing. 

“Apple Buck, y’up there?”  A deep voice boomed through the boughs of the orchard.  His brother.

He lugged the bucket over to the window and dumped it out, sticking his head out to wave to the older pony.  “Hey, Applejack.”

“Y’all doin’ some cleanin’?  Bout time, I suspect.”

“Yeah,” Apple Buck said, trying not to invite discussion as to the cause.

“The others up there too?”

“Nah, it’s just me.”

Applejack smiled.  “Great, then you can come down and help me box up today’s shipment. Macarena’s ribs are still hurting her, and ya know how she gets when she’s cranky.”

Apple Buck nodded.  “Sure, be right down.”  It wasn’t until he had spoken that her realized he was still sporting half an erection.

Crud. Okay, calm down and think unsexy thoughts.  This was old hat, if not as old as the hat AJ had on his head.  Seasons of embarrassment during early puberty had taught him a few tricks.  Unsexy thoughts:  burned pies; apple blight; book reports; hoofball; hoofball players… stallions… like his brother and Rainbow Blitz.  AJ and Blitz kissing, caressing each other’s—

WHOA, he thought, his logical mind reeling, NOT HELPING.  He noted that his shaft swung fully alert from his barrel.  

“Come on, Apple Buck, we don’t got all day.”

With a groan, he walked towards the clubhouse door, hoping his erection would vanish, or at least diminish, before he got outside. He sighed.  It wasn’t as though AJ had never seen him hard before; It was hard for a stallion to hide himself when he got aroused, and there weren’t a lot of locks in the farmhouse.  Still, it was embarrassing.

He stepped out and found his brother looking up at him from the bottom of the steps.  “Whoa!” AJ said, turning his head away from the clubhouse.  “Didn’t know I was interrupting something.”  Had his brother just checked out his cock?  Oh, Solaris, what if Silver Bell had been telling the truth?

“No, I’m not…” Apple Buck blushed and hurried down the stairs quickly. “I mean, it’s nothin’.”

“If ya say so,” Applejack replied.  “Just put that thing away before we get to work—I don’t want that dangling into the product.”  Apple Buck wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.  He wondered if Discord could help with something like that.  “Now come on, then, we got a lot o’ crates to fill.”

After a few uncomfortably silent minutes of walking, Apple Buck discovered his brother hadn’t been kidding about the workload. Apple Buck’s hooves were tired after the twentieth crate, and he lost count somewhere around 40.  Which of course meant he had to go count them back up. A melodious voice from the door made him lose count again.  “Hello, Apple darlings! I’m here for my weekly supply.”  Elusive.  Silver Bell’s comments about his brother danced through Apple Buck’s mind.

Apple Buck turned, wiping his signature neckerchief across his brow to clear off the sweat as his brother greeted the alabaster unicorn. “Howdy, sugar,” Applejack said warmly, “we got a whole mess of crates back there by Apple Buck.  Y’all go find whichever varietal ya want this week.”  Elusive walked towards the back of the barn, his hips swaying gently as he stepped.  Apple Buck noticed his brother watching the path of the purple tail.  Oh, Solaris, maybe Silver Bell really had been telling the truth?

Elusive stopped in front the younger stallion, the ghost of a smile on his lips as his eyes darted back towards Applejack.  “And a fine good morning to you, Apple Buck.”  The unicorn’s eyes moved back to the younger earth pony, and Elusive frowned slightly at the sweaty mess of hair on Apple Buck’s head. “Hard at work I see.”

“Yes, sir,” Apple Buck said politely.  “We’ve got a few different types of apples ready for today, if you wanna take a look.”

The white stallion took a slow look back toward Apple Buck’s brother.  Elusive’s gaze slid lazily over Applejack’s side and his flank.  Apple Buck thought he could see hunger in the unicorn’s eyes. “Uh, over here?”  He suggested, pointing a hoof at the crates.  

“Oh?” Elusive said with a shake of his mane.  “Sorry, dear, I was just imagining a new design for a suit that I think would so nicely compliment your brother’s complexion.”

It was plausible, Apple Buck thought.  Elusive was usually talking about clothes.  Still… “What kind of suit?”

Elusive blushed.  “Oh, something simple—not too simple, mind—but something in his tastes.” Elusive smiled at the younger stallion. “Your brother has very demanding tastes.”

Something about the way he said the word “taste” made Apple Buck think of Sunspot’s tongue lapping at his ring.  He shifted, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how close the other stallion was standing.  

Elusive continued, seemingly unaware of Apple Buck’s discomfort. “Speaking of taste, I do so love the taste of your Sweet Apple Acres apples.  The crisp notes of the yellow, speckled ones are my personal favorite: they strike such a beautiful balance on the tongue.”

Apple Buck grunted, trying desperately not to think about a yellow, speckled stallion, or tongues, or tasting or… oh, sweet Solaris…

“I’ll uh, be right back,” he excused himself lamely and trotted to the back door.  He felt his staff sliding from his sheath and huffed in irritation.  It had been years since he’d had this much trouble keeping his arousal in check.  Tartarus damn Sunspot and his sexy tongue.

He ducked behind a low row of bushes his family sometimes used as an outdoor toilet and let himself get fully hard.  He’d have a few minutes until Applejack came looking for him, so he had to hurry.  He hated to rush, but getting off was almost surely the easiest way to get back to normal. He hoped.  He let himself think about the way Sunspot had kissed him at the station, the way the unicorn had licked and suckled his cock, the way the unicorn had splattered the earth pony’s chest with semen.  Apple Buck was already fully hard.  He’d be flared and releasing in no time.  He imagined himself returning the favor, as he had envisioned the night before, taking Sunspot’s flared cock into his mouth, tasting the bittersweet flavor of the stallionhood.  He was starting to leak, the curve of his hoof getting slick with precum. 

“Apple Buck, you back there?”

Apple Buck froze, his hoof paused mid-stroke on his shaft. 

“Applejack said you stepped out for a break and asked me to come bring you back.”  Silver Bell. Shit, Apple Buck cursed silently. 

Apple Buck swiftly dropped his hoof to the ground.  His balls ached for release and he felt himself leaking onto the ground.  He sidled up as close to the bushes as he could to try and keep himself concealed.  He poked his head over.   “Ah,” the high-pitched voice said, “there you are.”

“I’m, u-uh,” Apple Buck stammered, “just usin’ the toilet, Sil.”

His friend looked at him curiously.  “You’re all flushed.  Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said hotly.  He nearly winced at how defensive he knew he sounded.  

Silver Bell’s nose wrinkled suddenly, and Apple Buck winced, knowing his friend had caught the scent of arousal.  “Are you—“ the unicorn began, before blushing furiously. “Is this about Sunspot?”

“What?”  Apple Buck cried. “No, I mean… no I’m just… I mean,” he rambled self-consciously.  His shaft jumped at the thought of the amber unicorn.  A splash of precum marked the bush between the two ponies.

Silver Bell gasped as the smell hit him.  If anything, his blush deepened, until his normally white muzzle seemed almost as crimson as Macareina’s coat.  “I don’t want to interrupt,” Silver said, raising a hoof defensively.  Oh, Solaris, thought a mortified Apple Buck, just kill me now.  “But,” Silver Bell said, sneaking a glance back at the barn. His voice dropped to nearly a whisper, “could I watch?”

Apple Buck nearly choked. 

“I’m sorry, that was stupid.  I’m going to go.”

Apple Buck caught a glimpse of Silver Bell’s pink shaft, half extended as the other colt turned away.  He felt his own staff slap up against his barrel. 

Apple Buck cursed himself under his breath.  “Sil?”  The other pony stopped moving.  “I, uh… I don’t mind.”  Silver Bell turned, smiled shyly, and stepped around the edge of the bush.  

The unicorn’s reaction was instant.  His jaw dropped as he stared at Apple Buck’s leaking member. “Whoa, you’re huge!”  Silver’s cock bounced up against his chest again. Looking down at his friend’s underside, Apple Buck realized he hadn’t seen Silver at half mast.  That was actually as big as the smaller stallion got. 

“Nah,” Apple Buck dismissed the praise, “I’m just really, really horny.”  He felt self-conscious as he reached a hoof down to begin stroking himself again, but Silver Bell had said he wanted to watch, and he really did need to get inside before Applejack came outside to check on him.  Immediately, a large glob of precum splattered the ground beneath the earth pony.  Silver Bell moaned quietly as he eyed the mess.  One white hoof starting stroking the small pink shaft urgently.  Apple Buck gave several long, slow strokes, each one producing another large drop of clear liquid that oozed down to mix in the mud beneath his hooves.  Apple Buck watched his friend’s sides bellow, in and out, as the smaller colt panted and squeaked in pleasure.  Another few rapid strokes and the pink shaft started to leak its own sticky fluid. Apple Buck grunted, unable to take his eyes off his friend’s cock.  This was really, really gay, he admitted.  No more pretending that he didn’t like stallions if he was hoofing off with one of his best friends.  

“Silver Bell,” Apple Buck said huskily, his voice unsteady as waves of adrenaline and pleasure washed him over from crotch to muzzle, “I’m gettin’ pretty close here.”

“Oh my gosh, ohmygosh,” Silver Bell squeaked, his hoof moving rapidly along his short pink staff.  “We’re really going to do this!”

Watching the rapid movements of the white hoof, and the clear spatters of fluid that resulted, caused Apple Buck’s insides to tighten. He felt blood rush to his flared crown, the thick flesh growing incredibly sensitive.  It tingled with each touch of his hoof.  “Oh, dang, Sil, I think I’m gonna—“  He grunted as his flare solidified, and he moaned with pleasure as he started unloading his seed onto the dirt.  He kept presence of mind enough to point himself downward to avoid splattering cum onto his coat.  His hips bucked forward and he emptied his balls, shot after shot making a milky white puddle behind his forehooves.  

Before he was even halfway done, Silver Bell whined softly. “Apple Buck, ooh, I’m coming!” Apple Buck watched the pink head swell and twitch and begin shooting long white strands of cum.  It was magnificent, and it kept Apple Buck fully hard even though his orgasm had started to fade.  Finally, after what seemed to Apple Buck both a lifetime and a very few seconds, Silver Bell shivered and sighed, his load spent.  The friends exchanged a chagrined look that quickly morphed into nervous smiles.  

“That was… really fun, Apple Buck,” Silver Bell panted.  

Apple Buck smiled shyly at his friend.  “Reckon we’d better get back inside before Applejack starts wondering where I’ve snuck off too.”

“Maybe… we can sneak off again sometime?”

Apple Buck felt himself blushing as he nodded.
> 3 - Magic Tricks and Honesty
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Apple Buck slept well that night.  And if he thought about stallions as he fell asleep and woke up half hard, at least he hadn’t made a mess of his sheets again.  It was a workday, so he hurriedly ate breakfast with his brother and sister before grabbing his saddle bag and starting off towards the clubhouse.  He hadn’t made it more than a few hundred feet when he saw Silver Bell walking his way. That was unusual.  Usually Apple Buck arrived at the clubhouse well before his friends. 

“Heya, Silver Bell, what brings you all the way out here so early?”

“I was thinking,” he said, “maybe it would give us some time to-“ he cleared his throat “sneak off’?”

Apple Buck blushed and felt his loins lurch in excitement. “Now?” He asked.

“You’re always early anyway, right?”  His friend replied.  “What’s the harm in sneaking off for a few minutes?”

Apple Buck realized he should say no.  What if Scootaroll decided to show up early, too?  Or worse, if they had a walk-in client show up? But his professionalism had nothing on his horniness.  “Alright, I’m game,” he said with a wide grin.  

The clubhouse was out of the question, given exactly the concerns he had just considered.  But luckily, he knew his siblings would be busy cleaning up the kitchen and starting the barn chores, so they’d be safe in between hills and out of sight from the clubhouse.  “Come on, I’ve got a good place up ahead.”  The two walked down the path at a quick trot, the excitement speeding them on. Apple Buck took a few furtive glances at the pink staff part-way extended from Silver Bell’s crotch.  At least once he caught the other colt doing the same to his mottled member. The two ponies crested the first hill beyond the farmhouse and walked their way down to a small pond.  The sun shone brightly in the pool’s surface. Apple Buck turned and, suddenly nervous, said, “so, uh, I guess I just, you know?”  He gestured vaguely at his underside.

“Wait, here?”  Silver Bell squeaked in a panic.  He glanced at the surrounding trees and eyed the path skeptically.  “What if somepony comes by?”  His small shaft had withdrawn entirely.

Apple Buck shook his head.  “Mah brother and sister will be busy at the farmhouse.  There’s no mail this early, and the weather team’s already cleared the skies for the morning.”

Silver Bell looked unconvinced.  

“Look,” the earth pony explained slowly, “I’ve done this all the time out here.  Well, not this, exactly, but you know what I mean.”

“Okay,” Silver Bell replied nervously.  “If you say so.”

Apple Buck smiled and reached a hoof below his barrel. “So, I guess we just start hoofing it again?  I really liked watching you yesterday.”

Silver Bell blushed and his staff started to slip from his sheath again.  “We could do that.”

Apple Buck had had years to get to know that tone. “Or…?”  he said with a surge of anticipation.  

“Well, I thought maybe I could show you something I made up… with my magic,” the unicorn said bashfully.  

“Oh,” Apple Buck replied.  He felt confused to find himself slightly disappointed.  “Sure, I guess.”

Silver Bell lit his horn, a pea-green magic aura surrounding the protruding bone.  Apple Buck felt the touch before he saw it.  A donut of green energy surrounded the base of his mottled shaft.  It tingled slightly, almost like the touch of a hoof, but much, much lighter.

“Sorry,” Silver Bell said, “you’re a lot bigger than me, so I’ve got to adjust the spell.”  Suddenly the magic aura squeezed gently at the soft flesh of his member.

“Holy Solaris,” Apple Buck breathed.

“You like it?”  

“Buck yeah,” Apple Buck replied with a grin.  Then the magic shifted, and the pressure moved its way down his shaft until it brushed against his medial ring.  The unexpected pleasure almost knocked the earth pony off his hooves. “Sun and moonlight, Sil!” Apple Buck gasped while steadying his wobbly legs, “that’s one awesome spell!”

Silver Bell smiled shyly, his eyes mischievous.  “It’s just levitation, mostly, turned around a little. I bet most unicorn stallions figure this out at some point.”

Apple Buck shuddered as the magical energy slid downward to the head of his shaft.  “Remind me to meet more unicorns.”  He looked over at Silver’s pink shaft.  The unicorn started moving a hoof lazily along the tip.  Apple Buck’s cock lurched upward, thumping his chest as he watched the other stallion play.  He wanted to touch Silver Bell.  Wanted to caress that soft pink shaft.  He moaned, still reveling in the silky feel of the magic sleeve that worked its way down and back up.  He wanted to taste it, to feel Silver Bell’s shaft in his mouth.  Some last vestige of his upbringing screamed at the idea, but the primal desire was too strong, the excitement too fresh.  “Sil?” he said, “why don’t you sit back on your flank?”

Silver Bell looked at him curiously.  “Apple Buck?”

“I just—” the earth pony swallowed around a sudden lump of nervousness in his throat.  “You’re doin’ this amazing thing for me, right?  Maybe I can repay the favor.”

Silver Bell blushed bright crimson but plopped his flank down quickly.  His shaft hung up and away from his lowered haunches.  Apple Buck took the tip of the shaft in one large hoof.  His appendage dwarfed the smaller stallion’s flesh.  His friend moaned loudly and squeaked out a sigh when Apple Buck moved his hoof downward.  The tip was directly in front of his muzzle.  He silenced the part of himself that wanted to run screaming and took a deep breath.  The aroma of arousal and the slight muskiness made his heart pound with excitement; his cock pressed against the magic grip and tensed, no doubt drooling wetness onto the ground.  Silver Bell was looking at him, eyes wide with surprise, his mouth slack with pleasure. Apple Buck opened his mouth and, just like he had seen Sunspot do, ran his tongue up the shaft, from ring to tip. “HolysweetSolaris” Silver Bell slurred, “that is good.”  Apple Buck repeated the action, eliciting fresh gasps of pleasure from his friend. “That is sooo much better than my magic.”  Apple Buck would’ve been willing to debate that, had his mouth not already been otherwise occupied. 

Silver Bell shivered as Apple Buck again licked his shaft, then cried out when the earth pony circled his tongue around the head.  The feel of it was much like Apple Buck had imagined.  He had, after all, sucked his own member before.  But Silver Bell had a mild, almost sweet taste to his musk, distinct from Apple Buck’s own.  It was almost flowery, or maybe like the stem of a flower down close to the mud.  Apple Buck stopped wasting time trying to define it. It was delicious was what it was. He opened his jaw and took the entire pink head into his muzzle.  The warm member filled his mouth, and Apple Buck moaned with pleasure.  The resulting rumble made Silver Bell shudder and the gentle magical embrace around Apple Buck’s cock vanished.  The magic returned a moment later, stroking with vigor. Apple Buck grunted and felt a pressure building in his loins.  He moved his head downward, embracing the unicorn’s cock down to the medial ring.  

He paused, letting his tongue run along the underside of the shaft.  Any further and it would start to slip down the back of his throat.  At least, he hoped it would.  He slid back up and Silver groaned loudly.  Apple Buck pulled further back, regretting the loss of the sensation of having his muzzle full, until only the tip remained in his mouth. The earth pony swirled his tongue around the ridge and breathed in the arousal pheromones that were in full rush. Apple Buck’s own shaft was throbbing, pulsing in time with the magic.  Waves of pleasure flowed up his loins, up his spine, and made the hair at the base of his mane stand on end.  He bobbed down quickly, again engulfing Silver Bell’s cock halfway.  His friend cried out in pleasure and Apple Buck swayed back up slowly.  A large dollop of precum squirted from Silver Bell’s shaft onto Apple Buck’s tongue.  It was sweet and salty, like the best salted apple jerky the earth pony had ever tasted.  He felt himself flaring and tried to hold on to the moment, determined not to let this experience end too early.  It was damned hard with Silver Bell’s magical caress, though, which was even then relentlessly stroking him closer to what was sure to be an explosive finish.  Apple Buck suckled for a moment on the pink head, greedily swallowing the fluid leaking from the tip. Silver Bell had his eyes screwed shut and was whimpering happily. Apple Buck took a deep breath and mentally crossed his hooves before diving forward.  He felt the shaft slide into his mouth until it reached the back of his muzzle.  Without slowing, he pushed forward, taking the medial ring into his mouth and feeling Silver Bell’s head slide down into his throat.  He fought the urge to gag, the panic at being unable to breathe turning his guts to stone.  Another moment and his nose brushed up against white unicorn fur.  “Holy Light!”  Silver Bell swore.  Apple Buck rolled his eyes upward and tried to smile, though he found it impossible with a mouthful of cock.  The pressure in his chest was building, so he pulled back far enough that he could draw a deep breath through his nose.  The smell of wet cock mixed with the intense arousal pheromones Silver Bell was giving off and the slimy mess of precum Apple Buck was steadily leaking into the soil into a lustful bouquet that was driving Apple Buck perilously close to orgasm.  

Silver’s eyes glinted and Apple Buck suddenly felt a hoof on each side of his head, just behind the ears.  He was tugged forward, and he took a desperate breath before the unicorn pulled him down all the way to the hilt again.  “Fuck, Apple Buck, you’re amazing.”  The earth pony moaned out pleasure at the praise, sending a deep vibration through the shaft that filled his mouth and throat.  The pressure eased and Apple Buck was able to pull back for another breath.  As soon as oxygen reached his lungs, the hooves pulled him back down.  Apple Buck was fully flared, the feeling of being full, of swallowing his friend’s cock taking him to the very edge.  Silver Bell repeated the movement several times—every time Apple Buck snuck in a quick breath, the unicorn pulled him back down. The white fur of the unicorn’s crotch was soaked with saliva; no matter how much Apple Buck swallowed, there seemed to be more leaking out than going in.  After a few more forceful tugs, Silver Bell starting a low moan, almost a growl, and Apple Buck felt the muscles in his neck complain as Silver Bell began flaring in his throat.  He pulled back desperately, feeling more than hearing a slick pop when the head came loose, and he sucked in several heaving breaths.  The unicorn tried to pull him back down, but the swollen head kept Apple Buck from getting him all the way in again.  Grunting in frustration, the earth pony shifted tactics, twisting his head around side-to-side, letting his tongue massage and tease the shaft in his mouth.  That taste, so vivid on his tongue compared to having it down his throat, made his balls creep up towards his body.  Oh, Solaris, he was going to cum so hard—he could barely hold on a moment longer. Just then, Silver Bell cried out wordlessly.  A huge amount of musky, salty cum flooded Apple Buck’s muzzle.  The rich taste and heavy, almost slimy texture finally broke his resolve.  He swallowed desperately, unable to keep the majority of the seed from escaping his lips. His own cock lurched, the head pointing straight ahead parallel to his barrel, and his load splattered onto Silver Bell’s balls and up the first part of his shaft.  Apple Buck dove downward, reaching his tongue for his own seed.  He felt the spray of his own semen on his chin as another torrent of cum launched down his throat.  He closed his eyes, focusing on swallowing as quickly as possible.  His ass clenched tightly in a rapid rhythm, his balls aching with each clamping spasm, and he felt himself continue to pour his load onto his underside, Silver Bell’s loins, and the earth below them. He nearly gagged as Silver Bell continued to fill his muzzle with seed.  Finally, he had no choice but to pull off before he asphyxiated.  He was rewarded with a shot of semen directly between his eyes. He spat the enormous wad of cum out of his mouth and then licked eagerly at Silver Bell’s flagging cock.  The flow slowed until Apple Buck found himself licking at the tip, desperate for more, suddenly regretting having spat out the larger part of the load that hadn’t made its way into his stomach.  He lapped slowly, his own orgasm faded, until Silver squeaked a protest.

“Ah! Ooh! Apple Buck, I’m good.  Oh! Please stop!”

Apple Buck was sad to let the staff fall from his hoof, though he winced, hoping he had not been too rough at the end.  Silver Bell fell completely onto his back, his softening cock splattering down against his underbelly.  His breath came in deep gulps alternating with rapid panting. Apple Buck realized he was much in the same situation and sat down on his flank to try and slow his breath. He wiped a hoof across his chin to wipe away what he couldn’t clean with his tongue.

“That was…” Silver Bell sighed between gulps of air, “holy Solaris, that was awesome!”

Apple Buck smiled and kicked the dirt with a forehoof. “Shucks, glad you enjoyed it.  I really liked it too.”

Silver Bell raised his head and examined the enormous mess stretching from his shaft down past his balls and culminating in a large puddle—a pool, really—of cum in the mud beside the pond.  “I can tell.”  He flopped back again.  “I can’t believe we have to go to work after this.”

Apple Buck groaned.  “Horseapples.  We’re totally going to be late now.”





After a quick, cold bath in the pond, the two stallions trotted off towards the clubhouse.  Apple Buck gnawed worriedly at his lip.  “We’re totally going to be late,” he complained.

“For the number of times Scoot’s been super late, I don’t think he gets to complain,” Silver Bell responded dismissively.  He eyed his friend.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you arrive late, even back when we were in school.”

Apple Buck smiled.  “True story.  AJ would have my hide if I had taken school lightly.”  He frowned.  They crested the next hill and saw an agitated looked Scootaroll standing on the clubhouse ramp.

As they got closer, Apple Buck could see Scootaroll staring at them with a mix of curiosity and concern.  When they got close enough to talk without shouting across the orchard, Scootaroll rounded on him and Silver Bell, stomping down the ramp hurriedly. “Okay, so what’s up?”  When neither pony answered immediately, he huffed. “Is it Crusader business?  Did we agree to meet somewhere else this morning?” His wings flapped in agitation.  “Why didn’t you come get me?”

“It’s not Crusader stuff,” Apple Buck managed, trying hard not to blush.  Silver Bell had no success on that front. 

“Yeah, Scootaroll, it’s not important.”

The pegasus narrowed his eyes, his wings flicking out for a moment.  “You both show up late, wet, and avoiding looking at each other, and it’s not important?”

Apple Buck tried to think of some excuse.  “Yeah, it’s no big thing.  I just needed Silver’s help on the farm this morning.”

Scootaroll was having none of it.  “You’re telling me that at some point yesterday you asked him to come all the way across town to help at the farm this morning?  And despite planning ahead, whatever it was took so long that you were both late?”

Yeah, it didn’t make a lot of sense.  Mostly because it wasn’t true.  “Look, it doesn’t matter does it?”

Scootaroll huffed.  “Only if you’re trying to exclude me!”

Silver Bell blanched, the red quickly fading from his face. “No! No, that’s not it at all, Scootaroll.”

“Yeah,” Apple Buck drawled, fighting back a smirk, “I don’t think you would have enjoyed it anyway.”

The pegasus snorted.  “I know we sometimes do our own things now, but what in Equestria did you two find to do together that you’re so sure I wouldn’t like?”

The blood rushed back to Silver’s muzzle.  The orange colt blinked slowly, and his eyes went wide as he finally took a hint.  “Oh, no!” He swung an accusing glance at Silver Bell and then quickly shared the look with Apple Buck.  “You didn’t!”

Apple Buck borrowed a page from his sister. “Eeyup.”

Scootaroll sputtered for a moment before grabbing his scooter and zipping away, wings fluttering furiously. 

“Well,” Silver Bell said with a slight squeak, “that went better than expected.”





It was weird conducting Crusader business without Scootaroll, but it wasn’t like they had never had to work with a member of the trio absent—the yearly flu, farmwork, some urgent fashion deadline that Silver Bell would get dragged into.  But this was the first time Apple Buck could remember where one of them had been absent voluntarily.  At least it was mostly paperwork that morning—sorting and organizing petitions for help, mostly, since they had just wrapped their last case.  Apple Buck shook that line of thought from his head quickly.  

The lunch hour arrived, and Apple Buck sighed loudly as his eyes drifted to the spot where Scoot normally sat, and he found his mind drifting to why the stallion was absent.  Not that he wanted to think about it.  Goodness knows he’d be happy to never think about it again.  About him being into stallions.  Problem was, he felt like he was going to think about it a lot, given how much he had enjoyed his little adventures with Sunspot and Silver Bell.  And it was better to think about things instead of hiding your feelings.  AJ always said that, and Apple Buck would be darned if it wasn’t true.

Silver Bell bumped up against him, breaking his reverie. “Hey,” he said, “I didn’t get a chance to say thank you for this morning.”

Apple Buck smiled.  “I think your body said it for ya’, but you’re welcome anyhow.”

Silver Bell whined.  “Ugh, can we not talk about our bodies?  I really don’t want to walk into town for lunch fighting an erection.”

“Why fight it?” Apple Buck said sardonically.  “Let it all hang out.”

Silver Bell swatted his friend on the shoulder. “Gross.”  He trotted ahead.  “Come on, let’s go by post office and see if we’ve got any mail.”

Apple Buck nodded, cantering up next to the unicorn.  “Yeah, it’d be good to drop off a few of these granted petitions.”  It would be a good distraction, he meant, but decided not to say.





There had been no incoming mail, but the kind mail mare had offered them a muffin, which Apple Buck and Silver Bell happily split on the walk back to the clubhouse.  As they passed through the bunch of trees closest to the clubhouse, Apple Buck spied Scootaroll’s beloved scooter sitting parked against the ramp.  “Hmm,” he said neutrally, getting Silver Bell’s attention. “I’m kinda surprised he showed back up, what with how he ran off earlier.”

Silver Bell shrugged but looked uncomfortable. “Well, it’s a Crusader business day, right?  I mean, I can’t imagine what would make me miss a whole day with my best friends.  Well,” he hedged, “other than being sick or having an important visit from a princess. Or a monster problem.”

Apple Buck nodded and began climbing the stairs.  He pushed open the door and looked inside. Scootaroll was sitting in the Thinking Corner.  Apple Buck wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad one.  “Uh, Scoots?  You mind if we join you?”

The orange pegasus glowered at his friends for a moment. “It’s your clubhouse.”

“It’s our clubhouse,” Apple Buck corrected testily. “I think y’all know this space is as much yours as mine.”

“Fine,” the pegasus grumped.  “Come on in.”  He shifted uncomfortably on the bullseye rug.  

“Bit for your thoughts,” Silver chimed in cheerily.  It sounded forced.

“You really wanna know?”

“Of course!”  Apple Buck said.  He wasn’t sure that he did.  He said as much: “Well, I mean, I don’t know if I wanna hear what you’re gonna say, but I still wanna hear it, if that makes sense.”  The pegasus looked confused, his face scrunching to follow the logic of the sentence.

“I think he means that we may not like what you say, but we still want to hear it.”  Silver Bell suggested.  “You’re our best friend, Scoot.”

The pegasus’ face darkened.  “Yeah?  Then why didn’t you want to tell me you two were…” he gestured at the two of them with a hoof, “whatever it is you’re doing.”

Apple Buck huffed.  “I didn’t think you’d want to hear it.  After the way you reacted at the train station the other day, I didn’t think you’d wanna know anything.”

“Plus,” Silver Bell squeaked, “it’s not like we’ve been…” he blushed, “doing stuff very long.”

“Yeah,” Apple Buck agreed, “it was just the one time this morning. Did you want us to run-“

“Two times,” Silver Bell chimed in.  “The other day behind the barn?”

The earth pony shook his head.  “Nah, we didn’t even, ya know, touch or nothin’.”

“I don’t know,” the unicorn disagreed, “I think it still counts.”

“Ya gotta touch somepony or it don’t count,” Apple Buck said firmly. 

“What about magic?”  The unicorn replied.  “Are you saying I didn’t… do anything because I was using magic?”

“Hay, no!”  Apple Buck responded.  “That definitely counts.”

“Will you two stop?” Scootaroll whined.  The two friends turned bashfully back to the third of their longtime trio, who was blushing bright red in the muzzle, to the point that his face almost matched the fuchsia shade of his mane.  “I just—I dunno—I was thinking about what you said at the station, Silver Bell.  And I was thinking maybe I really was just being ignorant saying those things to you, Apple Buck.”

The earth pony nodded in acknowledgment.  

“And then this morning, you two dolts show up late with these worried faces and I think maybe something’s wrong, but then I come to find out maybe you’ve just been doing—whatever—sex stuff together, and I don’t know what to think.”

“I think I’m still the same pony I was a week ago,” Apple Buck said.  “Maybe I’ve realized some things about myself I wasn’t aware of, that I’m not sure I’m even 100 percent comfortable with, but I’m still the same pony.  And we’re still the Cutie Mark Crusaders and still best friends.”  He bent his head down low.  “At least, I hope we are.”

“Of course we are, you big doofus!”  Scootaroll huffed.  “I just—if you two start getting all lovey dovey I just don’t want to feel left out.”

“We wouldn’t shut you out!” Silver Bell protested.

“Oh, I’ve seen it enough,” Scootaroll replied sadly. 

“But you’ve been with lots of mares,” Silver Bell said, “and you’ve still had plenty of time for us.”

“Yeah,” Scootaroll said, “but that was always just a physical thing.  I’ve never,” he swallowed, “I’ve never fallen in love with anyone I’ve slept with, and you two…”

“Whoa,” Apple Buck protested, “whoa whoa whoa.  Who said anything about being in love?”  

Scootaroll looked at his two friends.  “I guess I thought?—“

Apple Buck shook his head.  “I don’t know, honestly!  I mean, maybe someday, right?  But I still like mares too, and Silver hasn’t said anything about settlin’ down and gettin’ married.”

“It’s been a few days!”  Silver said with a small laugh.

“For now,” Apple Buck continued, “I’m just having some fun with a good friend.”

Scootaroll brightened.  “Okay.”  He kicked a hoof against the carpet.  “Just don’t shut me out, okay?”

“Okay,” both friends said in unison.  “So,” Silver Bell said with a grin, “if we’re not going to shut you out, how much detail do you want to know?  Did you know Apple Buck makes this cute little noise when he-“

“Silver Bell!” the other ponies shouted in unison.  Apple Buck and Scootaroll shared an embarrassed look and burst into a fit of laughter.

It felt good to have everything out in the open among his friends.  He didn’t worry so much about all the crazy feelings inside him, once he remembered that his friends had his back.  He wasn’t sure why he was surprised—it was the way things always had been.  The Crusaders always stood up for each other.
> 4 - All Together Now
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Later that week, Apple Buck found himself mightily distracted during the Crusaders meeting.  They still hadn’t selected their next client, and they were also working on outreach ideas. Apple Buck was thinking about making contact, all right, just not with a client.  He tried to keep himself in check.  It had been more than a day since he and Silver Bell had snuck off, and he had been busy enough in the meantime that he hadn’t had time to relieve himself. It was all he could do to avoid thinking about getting his muzzle around Silver’s slick, pink shaft.  He grunted, shifting his flank on the wood floor and trying to focus on Silver’s words instead of his body.  It was fruitless.  Scootaroll’s voice was a welcome distraction.  “What about a trip to Seaddle?  We’ve never had a chance to go there, right?”

“Well, then it’s back to fundraising,” Silver Bell replied, “since our reserves are awfully low at the moment.”

Apple Buck frowned.  “What?” he replied defensively, “we needed those new boards. Unless y’all fancy fallin’ out of the clubhouse.”

“Not particularly,” the flightless pegasus replied. “I’m going to step out for a bit to use the loo.”  Silver Bell had found that word in a book about Trottingham years ago, and the trio had immediately adopted the funny word.  The pegasus cantered to the door.  Apple Buck waited all of three heartbeats before sauntering up to Silver Bell and nuzzling the white fur of the unicorn’s neck.

“I could use some relief, myself, ya know.”

“Apple Buck, stop,” Silver Bell said without much ardor. “Scootaroll will be back in a few minutes.  I don’t want to finish this meeting hiding behind the lectern.”  

“We could just finish real quick, get cleaned up, go about our business.”

The unicorn raised a hoof and pushed the earth pony away. “Be serious, he’s not going to be gone that long.”

Apple Buck sighed.  “I know.” He huffed in annoyance.  “I should just wait until tonight… but maybe you could just give me a quick preview?” he pleaded.

Silver Bell smiled and his horn lit with its green magic. Apple Buck felt the tingle of magic caressing his sheath.  The leading part of his shaft plopped forward in excitement.  Apple Buck grinned stupidly and reached a hoof forward and down towards Silver Bell’s partially extended shaft.

The clubhouse door opened.  “False alarm, guys, I guess I…”

Apple Buck jumped back away from Silver Bell and the unicorn snuffed his horn hurriedly.  Neither moved quickly enough to avoid detection, and Apple Buck watched as Scootaroll’s gaze shifted slowly from Silver Bell’s horn to Apple Buck’s half-extended shaft.  The earth pony shifted his back leg to try and cover himself.

“Ohmygosh,” Silver Bell whimpered.  “I am so sorry, Scoot, that was so rude.”  He also turned slightly to cover his own rapidly shrinking member.  “I just don’t know what we were thinking.”

Red was slowly creeping into Scootaroll’s face.  Apple Buck didn’t think that he looked angry, though.

“No, I mean, you guys thought I was going to be gone for a while, so I mean…” he trailed off distractedly.  “Were you just using magic on his…”

Silver Bell blushed furiously and covered his face with a forehoof.  “Yes,” he squeaked.

Apple Buck smiled, despite his embarrassment.  “It’s pretty epic.  You ever had a unicorn mare do that for you?”

“No!” Scootaroll said in shock.  “I’ve been with a couple unicorns, but neither one ever used their magic like that!”

“You’re missing out,” Apple Buck said confidently.  Apple Buck suddenly noticed that Scootaroll’s dark shaft was part way out of his sheath.  “Maybe Sil would be willing to give you a demonstration?  Just so ya know what to tell the next unicorn mare?”

Silver Bell squeaked and peeked out from behind his hoof. “What?!”

Scootaroll blushed furiously.  “I don’t know.  That’s pretty gay.”

Apple Buck shook his head.  “Nah, I mean, it’s not like you’re doing anything, right?  I mean, you don’t have to touch anything that might make it gay.”

Scootaroll shook his head, slowly, but his eyes were fixed on Silver Bell’s white horn.  “But it’d still be a stallion using his magic on me.”

“It’d just be a preview.  He could stop as soon as you felt what it was like, right Silver?”

“O-of course,” the unicorn stammered. 

“See,” Apple Buck continued, “no muss no fuss.”  He turned to the white unicorn.  “Sil, if you would?”

The white stallion blushed fiercely but lit his horn, nonetheless. A green glow lit from beneath Scootaroll’s barrel.  His short wings shot out away from his body.  “Oh!”

Apple Buck moved a hoof down below Silver Bell and gave a few encouraging strokes to his sheath.  It didn’t take much convincing, and the pink shaft rapidly descended. Scootaroll’s dark gray member hung down below his body, twitching slightly as the magic moved along the length. Apple Buck noted with a bit of smug satisfaction that the pegasus wasn’t any bigger than Silver Bell—much smaller than himself.  In fact, he thought, comparing the two with a glance, Scootaroll might even be a bit shorter than the unicorn, if a little thicker.  The pegasus huffed with pleasure.  “Pretty good, huh?”  the earth pony asked.

“Buck yeah,” Scootaroll replied.  

“You want Silver Bell to stop?”

“Buck no!” the pegasus replied, his eyes sliding nearly shut as he thrilled in pleasure.  “Ooh,” he moaned.  “This is so weird.  Good weird, but weird.”

Silver Bell’s shaft was already fully hard.  The next time it surged upward in Apple Buck’s hoof, the earth pony shifted his head downward and caught the end in his muzzle.  He clamped his lips around the head and suckled. Silver Bell cried out, and Apple Buck tasted a splash of precum on his tongue.  His own shaft was flagging against his chest in rapid succession. He stole a glance backward at Scootaroll. The pegasus was thrusting his hips forward, his short staff thrusting into the magical sleeve that surrounded it.  Apple Buck moaned in appreciation of the sight and dived further down Silver Bell’s shaft.  He thrilled at the silky feeling of the flesh sliding past his lips, along his tongue, and towards the back of his throat.  He held it for a few moments at the back of his muzzle, then slowly let the member slide slowly back out until only the head was in his mouth.  He took his tongue and rolled it quickly several times around the hole before diving back down.  He heard Silver Bell gasp and Scootaroll moan.  Apple Buck was ecstatic his friends were enjoying themselves.  He wasn’t having a bad time either, he thought, as he swallowed another sweet dollop of precum.  

Suddenly, Apple Buck felt hooves on his flanks, just above his cutie mark.  His eyes went wide, and he almost choked on the shaft in his mouth.  He felt something warm and wet prod at his left flank, a few inches above and to the side of his hole.  He pulled back off Silver Bell so he could speak.  “Scoot? What the hay are you doin’?”

Scootaroll had a look of pure lust on his face, all embarrassment seemingly gone.  “What’s it look like, bud?”

Apple Buck whinnied nervously.  “I ain’t ever done that before.”

Scootaroll shifted, his prod shifting around frantically, bouncing to the other side of the hole then back before settling on Apple Buck’s taint.  The rod pushed forward insistently.  “Well… we’re trying new things, right?” the pegasus asked with a lusty grin.  

Apple Buck swallowed roughly.  “…I s’pose we are.”

The pegasus did a little dance on his hind legs, his staff poking around Apple Buck’s backside blindly.  “You just tell me if you want me to stop.”  

Apple Buck whimpered at hearing his teasing words thrown back at him.  But kept his mouth shut.

Silver Bell clicked his tongue in irritation at the lack of attention.  His horn lit up and he started pleasuring himself.  The magic quickly and expertly surrounded his pink shaft, tugging it down away from his belly.

Scootaroll shifted his hooves, letting them slide down just in front of Apple Buck’s hips, and he leaned forward until his weight was directly on the earth pony’s sturdy back.  Apple Buck felt a huge, insistent pressure against his hole.  He tried not to fight against it, but it was so difficult.  

“Solaris! You’re so tight, Bucky.”  The pegasus gave a few experimental humps, each one pushing his shaft directly against the tightly puckered hole without gaining any ground.

“Just relax, Apple Buck,” Silver Bell said smoothly, as he ran a hoof down the side of the earth pony’s cheek, “I’ve heard it makes it easier.”

“Easy for you to say!” the earth pony exclaimed, “you’re not the one with a cock shoved up against your ass!”

The unicorn laughed.  “Fair enough.”  His horn darkened and he glanced toward the small cabinet that housed the bulk of their supplies.  “I think we still have some of that cooking oil here, right?”

Scootaroll huffed in annoyance and thrust his hips uselessly against his larger friend.  “I’m not really in the mood for a snack, Silver Bell.”

The unicorn laughed.  “Not what I was thinking.” He stood up and rummaged through the cabinet as Apple Buck whimpered under the pegasus’ weight.  “Aha!”  Silver Bell cried.  He pulled out the small glass container and used his magic to pop the cork.  “Here, hop down for a sec, Scoot.”

The pegasus glared but complied.  Apple Buck watched in fascination as the unicorn’s magic pulled out a glob of the slick substance and floated it back towards Apple Buck’s rear. 

“COLD!” The earth pony cried, jumping forward as the liquid touched his rear.

“Don’t be a foal,” Silver Bell replied disdainfully.  “Now, be still.”

Apple Buck reluctantly complied and flinched as the bulk of the cold oil touched his rear again.  As the liquid warmed from the contact with skin, Apple Buck began to enjoy the massaging motion Silver Bell used in rolling the substance around his hole with his magic.  Suddenly, some of it pushed its way inside.  It was odd: not quite painful, not quite pleasurable.  He felt the liquid slide along his canal, coating the walls on all sides several inches down.  “There,” Silver Bell announced.  “Scootaroll, you want to get back to it?”

“Bucking right I do,” the pegasus replied.  His rock hard shafted bounced up again as he climbed back onto Apple Buck’s back.  Silver Bell re-corked the oil and turned his magic back to himself as he watched his two friends.

This time, Scootaroll found Apple Buck’s hole much more quickly.  The earth pony blew out a deep breath, trying his hardest to relax.  The pegasus shifted forward, and Apple Buck felt an awful pressure at his hole.  The pegasus bucked his hips and Apple Buck swore as what felt like a huge pole gouged his insides.  He bit his lip so hard he was surprised not to taste blood.  So much for his judgment about Scoot having a little dick.  It hurt like Tartarus…  It also felt really, really good.  Almost as good as when he swallowed Silver Bell to the hilt. Apple Buck felt a throbbing, and he wasn’t sure if it was his own organs or the one shoved inside him.  The earth pony thanked Solaris that Scootaroll wasn’t any bigger, or he wasn’t sure he would’ve survived.  The pegasus stepped back, and the pressure eased.  Apple Buck almost had time to miss it.  Scootaroll shoved his way back in, this time much farther. Apple Buck cried out.  Despite the earth pony’s obvious discomfort, his friend starting thrusting, pulling back part way before diving in deeper, and deeper. After a few thrusts, the fullness started being less painful and more exciting.  Apple Buck felt Scootaroll pop his medial ring inside him, and he shuddered. His own cock lurched against his chest and splattered the floor with precum.  

“Here,” Silver Bell interrupted, “just don’t bite.”  He offered up his cock, which Apple Buck quickly and enthusiastically took into his muzzle.  Silver Bell was wet again, and Apple Buck swallowed the precum greedily, with nearly as much enthusiasm as the pounding pegasus behind him was displaying. The feeling of having a stallion filling either end of his body made Apple Buck moan in joy.  The fact that it was his two friends made it even sweeter. He felt wetness flow from his cock as it slapped against his barrel.  He gulped eagerly at the near-constant flow of Silver Bell’s wetness as he felt Scootaroll increase his pace on his flank. 

“Oh shit,” Scootaroll exclaimed as he continued pounding the earth pony stallion’s ass, “look at him swallow that.”

“I knooooow,” the unicorn moaned.

“Sun and moonlight, Sil, you should feel how tight he is.”

“I don’t know, could it be any better than this?”  The unicorn squeaked as he unloaded another burst of precum in Apple Buck’s mouth. 

“I’ll… tell you…” the pegasus huffed in between thrusts, his breath coming ragged, “next time.”

Apple Buck lapped insistently on the shaft in his muzzle. The pressure inside him was building with every thrust behind him and every moan in front.  

“Oh fuck, Apple Buck,” Scootaroll moaned, “I’m going to cum in your ass.”

Apple Buck moaned wordlessly against his other friend’s shaft, which he felt flaring, nearly gagging him at the back of his throat. “Do it, Scoot!” the unicorn cried as he grabbed the earth pony’s head with both front hooves, dragging the earth pony’s nose down into the white fur of his loins, “let’s fill him up!”

Apple Buck felt himself falling over the edge and begged his body to hold on for a few moments.  His shaft pulsed insistently, coating his yellow chest fur and the clubhouse floor in clear liquid. 

“Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah!” the pegasus whined in time with each thrust, his wings beating, shoving his whole length into Apple Buck.  The earth pony felt every bit of the pegasus inside him, stretching him beyond anything he had ever felt.  His muzzle filled with fluid, and he swallowed instinctually, desperate to capture every drop.  He felt his pegasus friend’s balls slap against his own as Scootaroll hilted him, and Apple Buck felt an especial tightness deep in his gut, which he knew must be his friend’s flare.  He mewled weakly around the pink shaft in his mouth, as his orgasm took him over the edge and he felt a huge burst of cum escape his cock. His ass clenched painfully tight around the shaft in his insides, and he heard the pegasus behind him roar like a manticore.  The fullness shifted, changed, warmed, and he knew he was being filled with seed. The same kind of seed that was threatening to drown him if he stopped swallowing, which he found difficult as his own orgasm wracked his body, sending wave after wave after wave of semen splashing onto the floor between his forehooves.  He pulled his head back, coughing out liquid and was splattered on the cheeks with one of the last strands of Silver Bell’s orgasm, the pink shaft continuing to empty its load even without external encouragement.  He felt Scootaroll collapse on top of his back, the stallion’s hot breath coming rapidly against his shoulder blades.  Silver Bell sat clumsily down on his flank, his shaft spent but still twitching.  Apple Buck raised a hoof to clear the seed from his face, but found it coated in his own mess.  The earth pony felt Scootaroll shift behind him, and suddenly the fullness in his insides shifted, carrying itself out.  It gave him another thrill of pleasure, muted only somewhat by his recent orgasm.  Scootaroll’s flared head popped out with a wet squelch, and Apple Buck flinched with the stretching of his sore sphincter.  He felt a veritable fountain flow out of his hole, down his balls, and onto the clubhouse floor below.  A quick glance downward showed cum from all three stallions pooled into a pair of large conjoined puddles underneath Apple Buck.  The earth pony hobbled sideways away from the mess and flopped down on to his knees before rolling completely on his side.

“Whew!” he breathed.  He was sore from ass to stomach to throat.  But it was a good sore, like what he felt after a day helping his brother on the farm. 

“Sweet Solaris, that was awesome,” Scootaroll said, his voice shaky.  His wings had yet to relax back to his sides. 

Silver Bell sighed contentedly.  Apple Buck nodded in agreement.  

“I thought it was bad just cleaning up after myself,” the pegasus said with a grimace, surveying the damage on the floor. “We better add a bunch of towels to our necessary purchases.”  Scootaroll chuckled.  “Assuming we’re doing this again later.  And, like, at least once a week from now on.”

Apple Buck just laughed happily and heard his laughter echoed by his best friends.