> Rule of Three
>  by CrackedInkWell
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> One: An Invitation (The Set up (No clop))
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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.
> Two: Pop Goes the Cherry (Clop)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

There are certain things in life that you do for the first time that will remain with you. From your first day at school, your first kiss, or your time going on vacation by yourself. But as long as I live, I will always remember how I had sex for the first time with someone.

I will never forget when I opened that bathroom door and see what was in front of me. On the bed, Soarin sat there while leaning a little bit back against his husband. Soarin was still in those blue and white striped socks that went all the way up to his legs. His hindlegs especially were spread apart while Braeburn was slowly, methodically stroking his stallionhood. It was the first time I had ever seen Soarin being erect so I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Deep blue and leaking, that yellow hoof rubbed from the head, down to the mid-ring, to the base that was just above the smooth but tight sack that held a pair of balls. If I had to guess by the length from what I was seeing, I would think it might have been seven or eight inches – easily. His balls, while not as endowed as his husband’s, looked heavy enough that was carrying his swimmers in there.

Soarin’s face had his head back, leaning against Braeburn’s shoulder while he worked on him. While Soarin let out small gasps and soft moans, Brae looked down with a smirk and a lustful look in his eye. While in a simplified fake black leather, it still showed just enough fur to make him sexy. The chaps he had on just highlighted and caressed his cutie mark, while over his black vest, he let his golden mane down. Letting it tumble and fall like a waterfall at sunset. Braeburn, while he gave his husband a reach around, seemed he was in control of it all.

“Come on right,” Braeburn said, his accent seemed to have slowed down and gave just that right, seductive tone, “Get comfortable on the bed with us.”

Letting out a heavy breath, I gingerly walked over to the bed. Despite how excited I was, I was still a bit nervous. Even just getting on that quilted bed with Soarin getting stroked within spitting distance was almost so surreal for me. But as I laid down on my stomach, Braeburn stopped stroking and Soarin, his face flushed a deep shade of pink, looked down at me.

“So,” Soarin asked me breathlessly, “all washed up?”

I nodded. 

“Feeling nervous?”

“Well… yeah,” I said meekly. 

“Ya know,” Braeburn told me, “if it hasn’t been said already – if ya can’t, we can stop.”

“I know, but it isn’t that, just…” I breathed in to put my racing mind into words. “…. Now that it’s actually happening… what do I do first?”

“Well first,” Soarin moved forward, “perhaps we should get you to get comfortable with us. Perhaps with a little foreplay.”

“Like?” 

“Here,” Soarin offered his hoof to me. I took hold of it and he guided me over to them while he was laid back by his husband. “You can feel us anywhere you want to feel.”

“Ya can give us a lick if ya like,” Braeburn laid down too next to Soarin, spreading his hind legs. “Let’s have ya explore us a spell.”

I got a good look at what was between Braeburn’s legs. Though he was almost fully hard, I can tell that he was about a couple inches shorter than me – but he was a bit thicker. It was a rising black fleshy pillar that was hardening and gently pulsing to at least twelve, thirteen inches. And underneath were the apple size balls that were in a smooth, velvety sack. 

Looking between the two of them, I gulped, “So… you two are okay with this, right?”

“By all means,” Braeburn took my other hoof and guided me to just above his waist. “We want this.”

Ya know, it’s one thing to fantasize about having to touch somepony – it’s another when you get to feel it. Letting my hooves trace down their coats, feeling the warmth and pulses from both of them. I let my hooves go further to where their fur got shorter and finer until I got to the bases of their fleshy shafts. Looking up for a moment to both of them, though they didn’t say anything, I can see it in both of their eyes that they encouraged me to go a bit further. So, I wrapped my hooves around them, lightly at first, to give each of them a slow stroke from their bases, up the mid-rings, and gently feel their sensitive heads. In a way it was almost surreal, to feel something that felt warmer – so alive that as my hooves stroked back down and up again, feeling each heartbeat from them from something so soft yet so solid… and when I tighten my grip a bit, it got a reaction out of them.

Soarin let out a relieved moan while Braeburn sighed. 

“A little tighter,” Soarin groaned.

“And a bit faster,” Braeburn let out a relaxed mutter, shutting his eyes and resting his head on a pillow.

There was something about it that was so exciting that I think I’ve shuttered that with a grip and a stroke, I was able to give these two such pleasures. Almost as if I was the most desired thing in the room – which, yeah, I know that sounds selfish of me saying but… that’s how it felt. Stoking them, feeling these thick tubes throb in my hooves – and we haven’t even gotten to the main event yet! 

Meanwhile, I felt my own stallionhood getting stiffer while I was still laying belly down. That while I was preoccupied with giving these gorgeous husbands a hoofjob, my hips unconsciously grind my shaft on the quilt. I wasn’t aware until Soarin sat up a bit and asked, “You wanna have – ohh – us do something down there?”

“Huh?” I looked up at him.

“You’re getting turned on,” I squeezed his mid-ring a bit tighter and I saw his flare growing. He shut his eyes and pulled my hoof away, “Wait! Hold on, hold on…” Soarin took in some deep breaths and consecrated with his eyes closed. I saw his flare deflate. “Sorry, I was close.”

“Ya wanna switch this up a tad?” Braeburn asked.

“Yeah,” his husband nodded, “I need a break.”

“How about this,” Braeburn pulled my hoof away from his stallionhood, “ya get the lube while Ah get ‘em ready fer ya.”

“Oh?” I asked, really feeling the heat of my blush, “What do you want to do?”

“Come a bit closer,” he patted the bed, “and flip over.”

Crawling over a bit I rolled over, letting my stallionhood flop into the open. I watched Braeburn lick his lips as he got up and walked above me. Over to the side, Soarin got off the bed to grab the bottle of lube. At first, I was wondering what they were doing until I saw Braeburn’s cock right above me. 

Looking down, Braeburn bends his neck to look under me. “We’ll have Soar get yer rear-end nice and slippery first. And while he does that, how about we get a taste of each other.”

“You mean…” I looked between him and his shaft. “A B-J?”

“Well, a sixty-nine is more like it, but yep!” He lowered himself a little to where his member barely touched my nose, but given how turned on he is, it just slapped against his stomach a few times. “But Ah don’t want ya ta finish though, jus’ enough ta get ya ready.”

“So how do I-”

“Lick yer lips first,” he instructed, “then curl ‘em over yer teeth so ya won’t scrape it. A little suction would be nice but don’t go crazy. And ya can use yer tongue too, but Ah say do what ya makes ya feel good.” Then with a wicked smirk, he took my shaft in his hoof and said, “Like so…” And after licking his lips one more time, I saw him open his mouth and took the tip in.

I gasped. Not only is it true that it was better than clopping, but I could never be prepared by the warmth and slickness of it all. Up to that point, I never felt anything like it. How he circle’s his tongue around the flare sent my nerve ends into overdrive. But this lasted for a second as he withdrew, “Get the idea?” He asked me.

I nodded.

“Hey Brae,” I heard Soarin say, “Would you mind spreading him a bit?”

“‘Course hon,” Braeburn bends my legs apart as well as reaching down to my flanks, leaving my hole completely unprotected. He looked back down again, “Wanna give it a try?”

As if he had to ask me twice.

Taking his stallion meat in hoof, I angled it and my head where his flare touched my lips. Now I didn’t just take it all in one gulp, but given that this was my first time giving someone a B-J, I figured to just give it a lick. After quickly wetting my lips, I licked across the flat end of Brae’s flare before letting it circle around the fleshy outer rim. I didn’t notice much in taste going over his glans except for a very faint hint of salt. Wetting my lips again, I opened my mouth wider to suck him in. As I did so, I felt a hoof that touched my ponut. At first, I wasn’t sure who was touching down there, but from the wet feeling that was circling around, I figured it must have been Soarin lubing me up. He wasn’t pushing in deep, just massaging that spot that got wider and he applied a little more lube. Above me, Braeburn took me in again, this time taking a little more into his warm mouth as I did the same. 

On the one hoof, it was a little strange to have something this alive in your mouth. Not only can you still feel the warmth, but you can sense every throb from the other guy as you take more in. But on the other, it was almost indescribably erotic to move your head in a little, hearing out the muffled groans and moans from the other guy as he’s doing the same thing. Although he was washed, he still had a taste that I can only describe as the very essence of masculinity. I know it’s vague, but even now it’s still hard to put into words. Then when he lowered himself down, I almost panicked as I wasn’t sure I would even take it all. 

“Just relax Slipper,” I heard Soarin said as he continues to massage me. “You’re doing great.”

I rested for a moment, trying to relax my throat as much as possible before I raised my neck to take in as much as I could. However, before I could get to his mid-ring, I felt his flare touching my throat, and… well, I gaggled. I frantically tapped on Braburn’s cutie mark in hopes he would get the hint. And immediately, he pulled out, with me coughing. 

“Shoot! Ah’m so sorry,” I heard Braeburn apologize, “you okay?”

“Sorry,” I said after a cough, my voice sounding hoarse. After clearing it I added, “I don’t think I can-”

“Dude, not everyone can deepthroat.” I heard Soarin say.

“Even Soarin can’t do it with me.” His husband added. “Should have said ya don’t have ta do that.”

“Still,” I said, “for a moment that was pretty hot until that.”

“Maybe next time,” I looked down to see Soarin stepping back, “you’re all lubed up from this end. But Braeburn and I still need to do the same.”

“Has he told you how I wanna…?” I waved a hoof.

“Trust me, I’m looking forward. So how about this,” Soarin went around to get on the bed next to me, “how about you let Brae lube up that monster while you do the same for my hole.” He added shaking his flank. 

It took some rearrangement. Braeburn got off of me, and I tilted on my side. Soarin handed the bottle of lubricant to me and I pour the clear near gel-like stuff in my hoof before giving the bottle over to Braeburn. Now he was busy greasing up my shlong and his, I turned over to Soarin. He looked over his shoulder at me with a smirk at the edge of his lips and using his wings to spread his flank a little further while flipping his tail to the side. There underneath his dock and above his taint was his very dark blue ponut. A fleshy ring that being thoroughly washed beforehoof gave it a dull shine. 

“Be sure ta rub that stuff along sides of his flanks,” Braeburn advised, “ya don’t want it chafin’.” 

Nodding, I reached out towards that tight-looking, almost puffy hole. Gently pressing my damp hoof against the very center and making rings around it. Essentially doing what he did earlier, just feeling around that area that very soon I’m going to penetrate. Feeling the very hole that I was about to lose my virginity in.

“So Clipper,” I said, getting his attention, “just so we’re clear, are you sure you want all of… well…” I gestured over to my stallionhood that was being coated in shiny lube. “I mean, maybe I’ve asked this before, but are you sure you can take it?”

“I’ll have to show you all the toys we have, but oh yeah,” he nodded, “not only I can take it, but I needed this too.”

“He can take it,” Braeburn said, “but what about mine? Ya sure ya wanna lose it this way? Ah don’t wanna hurt ya after Ah… ya know.”

I glanced down at his still erect shlong. “I… well, I guess I could give it a try but… just be careful.”

“Ah will.” He finished up by wiping the lube off his hooves with a rag and tossing it over to me. “Ah think the easiest way ta do this is fer ya ta go first and Ah’ll hop on after.”

“Okay…” Taking in a deep breath, with the light scent of musk and lube that made my nostrils flare, I took extra care to mount Soarin. Or rather, somewhat walked over him until I could lower myself down on his back. At first – I’m embarrassed to say – I didn’t see where I was aiming. I was getting so excited down there that my stallionhood kept throbbing and missing its mark. My head poked his flanks and his taint but not to where I wanted it to go.

“Here partner,” Braeburn put a hoof on my dock and the other holding my shaft, “let me guide ya in.” Then I felt it Soarin’s ponut, that it just kissed the center of that fleshy ring. “All lined up now. Soar, ya ready?”

Beneath me, I felt Soarin’s flank slightly pushing back. As if he was teasing me to plunge inside. “I want him inside me.” He said, looking over his shoulder, almost pleading with me, “C’mon Thunder, put it in.”

I felt a pat on the flank, so looking over, I saw Braeburn smile and nodded with approval.

This was it. 

So resting my hooves on Soarin’s shoulders for a bit of leverage, I pressed a bit harder. Of course, I didn’t just shove it in (though as much as I wanted to), instead, I took my time to savor this moment. I felt how his ponut was giving some resistance, even when I felt that it was starting to widen as I pressed harder. On Soarin’s end, he was breathing to relax as much as possible. At one point, he was gritting his teeth so I asked him if I should stop.

“No.” He shut his eyes tight and rested his head on the pillow. He muttered, “Keep going, keep going…”

So I did. At first, I thought I was too big, that I was afraid that I might actually hurt him on the first try. But despite the discomfort on Soarnin’s face, neither he nor his husband said anything. I kept pushing, rocking my hips to spread the sphincter wider and wider until…

It popped in. Soarin and I gasped, my eyes went wide at how unexpectedly tight it was. I even looked down between my legs to make sure, but yes! It was happening. 

“So…” Braeburn said amusingly, “How is it, boys?”

“Holy shit he’s huge!” I heard Soarin say under me.

“And you’re tight and… a-ah… warm.” I said before adding, “You want me to pull out?”

For the first time, I saw Soarin do something that I’ve never seen him do – he glared at me. “Don’t you dare! Just… mph…” He rested his head back on the pillow again. “Just give me a sec.”

I looked over at Braeburn, “Does this usually happen?”

“More or less,” he said stroking himself. “But wait on ‘em first ta give ya the okay ta go deeper.”

“So when-”

“All the way, then Ah’ll do it.”

About a minute or so later, Soarin told me to go in deeper. At a slow pace, I gently rocked myself in. Letting my stallionhood, inch by inch stuff a little further past the hugging ponut, down the slick, lubricated walls that I felt the heat from. Then, before I could get to the mid-ring, I felt a small bump; and when I brush past it, Soarin let out a loud moan.

“What was that?” I asked Soarin.

He chuckled, “Let’s say you- Ah! Ooh… found my happy spot.”

“Jus’ a little more,” Braeburn put his hooves on my flank, pushing me in further until my mid-ring was right up Soarin’s ponut. “That’s right,” he pushed harder, “Alll the way in…” 

I didn’t resist, letting myself plowing deeper than before, letting the ring spread his hole a little bit further before I kept going in. Not stopping until my hips touched his flanks, grinding up as deep as it could go. Even my balls were right up against his. And I let out a deep, relieved sigh. On this end, I could feel Soarin’s slick guts – I know it sounds disgusting, but it gets hard to describe being so enveloped completely in that tight heat. How didn’t I flare up and finish right there? It took a lot of willpower not to start humping and ejaculate in seconds. 

Hey, it was that good.

“Goddesses Soar,” I heard Braeburn say, “you’re so damn hot.”

“You too, hon,” Soarin let out a blissful smile. 

“Now then,” I felt the bed shift and Braeburn lifted my tail. “Ready ta pop yer cherry at this end too?”

Although I was balls deep, feeling how indescribably amazing being on top was, I asked almost hesitant to make a reply. Again, Brae was almost as big as me, and from what Soarin showed, he almost couldn’t get me in. So, before I answer back, I asked Soarin, “How does it feel?”

“Full, but in a good way.” He gave a reassuring grin, “It’s intense, but if you relax as much as you can. I think you’ll really enjoy it.”

“It’ll feel weird at first,” Braeburn positioned behind me, a hoof on my back and something very warm and thick poking against my back entrance. “If ya need a moment ta breath, say so. But give it time, and you may find more pleasure ta it.”

With that in mind, I tried to breathe in. Getting myself to relax my hole as much as possible. Hoping to prepare myself for what was about to happen. “Just… obviously go slow.”

“Okay,” Braeburn lined himself up against me, “stay calm and… deep breath…” 

Breathing in through my nose for a lungful of air, I felt his stallionhood being pushed up against my slippery ponut. At first, it was weird as I’m more used to having stuff… well… come out, but rarely the reverse. For a moment, it wasn’t overly uncomfortable as it was odd. But then, at a certain point, my hole felt like it was being stretched wide. I almost thought he was trying to stuff his whole hoof inside me. In fact, right when I was about to tell him to stop that it was getting too much – it happened. I felt Braeburn slip his head right in and I cried out, “Gah!”

“Don’t tense up!” Braeburn warned, stroking that area on my back between my wings. “Just breathe, if ya don’t relax, ya might really hurt yerself.”

For a minute or two, I was trying as hard as I could to ease up my rear. It was the first time I had something that big being up there. Again, it wasn’t overwhelmingly painful, but it did take some time for me to get somewhat used to. It was a weird experience for the first time, considering that the guy wasn’t fully flared up yet.

Braeburn asked if it’s alright for him to move and I nodded, “Just remember ta say somethin’ if it does get too much.” And then he started to move. Like how I did, he gently rocked his way in. It was a good thing I was already in Soarin when I was being penetrated, that with every little thrust from Brae’s end, it rocked me a bit into his husband. That for every moment being stuff, it was being equated to the tightness that gave me the much-needed relief.

Then suddenly, Braeburn touched something in me. His shaft glided over a firm spot that was so sensitive that I let out something between a shocked gasp and a moan.

“Looks like Ah’ve found yer happy spot,” although I didn’t look up, I imagined Braeburn grinning a mile wide when he said that. Immediately right after, I felt something slightly bigger prodding at my hole. “You’re doin’ fine. Just relax now…” He pushed a little harder and suddenly I felt I was completely stuffed. I heard Braeburn groaned, “That’s it… Ah’m all in now.”

I certainly can feel it. While Soarin moan when I twitched slightly down there, on the other end is a different story. They weren’t kidding when they said that taking it up the flank was intense. Not just because of thick and deep, it was, but I could feel everything from Braeburn. Every subtle throb, every heartbeat, it touched and massaged areas I didn’t know existed. 

“Ya took it all like a champ,” Braeburn patted my flank. “How’d ya feel?”

“F-Full.” I stuttered, trying to not climax right there. After all, Braeburn was pushing a lot of buttons inside while Soarin constricted his ponut around my shaft. “Guys I… I don’t know if I’m gonna last long.”

“Close already?” Soarin asked.

“No but… if this keeps going, I’m gonna blow.”

“Is that so?” Braeburn said in his sexy country drawl. He then rested down on my back. I can feel the weight that, although not heavy – it certainly made things even more real (if that makes sense). That I could feel him shift more, trying to get himself deeper than every while having me do the same to Soarin underneath me. He craned down to Soarin’s ear, “Ya hear that Soar? He’s almost there. Can ya feel his flare expandin’ inside ya, makin’ ya feel so full? Do ya want me ta make him shoot rope after hot, sticky rope of his seed inside ya? Ya wanna feel that virgin’s cum bein’ pumped inta that tight little hole of yers?”

Although practically being crushed underneath two stallions, I could feel him squirm underneath me. Soarin, his face rosy pink looked up at his husband, “Yes! I want it! Make him cum for me, Brae.”

I felt Braeburn getting up a little, taking the weight off my back and moved his stallionhood out of me. But he stopped when his mid-ring popped out and his head was right up against that sensitive spot. 

“Ah did say before,” Braeburn told me, “That our guest should always cum first.”

“But… what about you two? I-I mean this is amazing but… I want to make you guys feel good too.”

“You’re such a sweetheart,” Soarin said.

“We do feel good,” Braeburn added. “Don’t worry about us though. Fer now, just focus on yourself. And by all means,” I felt him nuzzle my neck, “don’t hold back.”

“Well… okay,” I repositioned my hindlegs, “I’m gonna start moving now.” So I moved my hind legs, lifting myself up a little. While I slunk out from Soarin, I was being stuffed by Braeburn. I kept moving up until my flank touched his hips and felt his heavy sack just above mine. Then I moved back into Soarin while moving away from Brae’s stallionhood. No matter which direction, I was being bombarded with sensations that were unknown to me from masturbating. Grinding myself into somepony’s flank while moving up to get the same treatment was mind-blowing.

Picking up the pace, I could feel the two started to move also. That as I plunge down into Soarin, he raised his flank up to meet me. And when I pull upwards, Braeburn humped into me. Maybe from an outside perspective from behind, it probably be like watching like the folds of an accordion moving and colliding back and forth, forward and back. And man did we make some noise! Soarin whinnied under me when I plunged into his tight ponut while Braeburn grunted as he plowed deep in me. And I let a rhythm of moans and cries between them. With my senses being so overwhelmed, with being inside Soarin’s constricting hole and Braeburn’s nearly jackhammering away – my mouth couldn’t be silent from the mind-numbing pleasure I was getting at both ends.

And predictably, there was no way I could have lasted long. In a matter of minutes (though I don’t remember how long exactly), I felt that familiar rush from between my legs and Soarin moaning out from my flare that was expanding inside him.

“I can’t hold back,” I warned them, “I’m gonna- AH!” Without warning, Braeburn pushed me into his husband, his hooves on my flanks. I felt his stallionhood pumping as fast as he can – rubbing me against that spot while I was pinned into Soarin’s depths. 

That sent me over the point of no return. With Soarin, tighter than ever; and Brae just ravaging my hole that I gasped as I felt that I was dumping my seed. Spurt after eye-rolling spurt. Reaching an orgasm that I swear was on a new level. That while I was coating Soarin’s insides white, Braeburn didn’t let up as he plunged into me. I felt my ponut constricting and relaxing while he furiously rubbed that spot that encouraged me to ejaculate more.

“That’s it…” I heard Soarin say, “fill my ass!”

As much as I wanted it to go on, that intense moment fade and Braeburn mercifully stopped thrusting into me. I was left panting, still being sandwiched between these two. 

“Congrats Thunder,” Braeburn patted my back, “you’ve officially popped yer cherry.”

“Hurray for me,” I moaned, my mind being foggy in the afterglow. “Give me… a minute.”

“Sensitive?” Soarin asked.

“Uh-huh,” I nodded. “You guys were right, that was intense.”

Beneath me, Soarin laughed, “I noticed! Man, you really filled me u-”

“I want to get you guys off too.”

There was a pause between the husbands. After a beat, Braeburn tapped on my shoulder, “This is supposed ta be about you.”

“I know but… after what you guys just did… I owe ya. Both of you.”

“So, you wanna keep going?” Soarin craned his head over to me.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “And uh… I have something in mind that I think you’ll both like.”

They asked me what it was.

“Braeburn, you can stay where you are. But Soarin, could I suck you off?”

“Oh?” Soarin was confused at first but it quickly clicked, “Oh! You want to do a spit roast?”

“Hey don’t get me wrong, your husband’s huge, but I can’t swallow him, ya know?” I quickly added, looking over my shoulder, “Eh, no offense.”

“Where Ah’m at,” Braeburn grinded himself into me, getting me to let out a whinny, “no offense taken’.”

A minute later, I said that it was okay for Soarin to pull out. As much as I made room for him to get up, he pretty much crawled underneath me. He had to go slow as I felt him pulling on me until there was a snag with my somewhat flared head. But after he pulled out, I got a good look at his hole that was dripping in semen. I could swear that there were rivers of white that leaked out.

“Shit…” Soarin sighed. Still looking over his shoulder, he gave a hoof a teasing shake, “You got to try him out on this end sometime, Brae.”

I felt Braeburn throb inside of me. 

Soarin turned around and sat down in front of me. For a moment I thought about all that cum that was staining the covers that we were on. But since we’ve already been this messy – no need to care about it now. After all, Soarin spread his legs to me, showing his stallionhood that, although smaller than Braeburn, was something that I can take.

“Go on Slipper,” Soarin touched my cheek, “give it a lick.”

Oh, I was going to do more than that. This night wasn’t over just yet.
> Three: To Pleasure Two Husbands (Clop)
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Jus’ remember ta take yer time,” Braeburn told me, grinding up against my flank and still being deep in me. Now that I had finished, I was sensitive down there. Although Brae hadn’t climaxed yet, I could tell that he was trying to pace himself. After all, I could feel him starting to flare up, but he was breathing deeply to try to hold it in for a bit longer. 

“How close are you?” Soarin asked.

“Give me a minute…” he inhaled, “don’t wanna be over jus’ yet.”

“That good, huh?”

“Soar, you of all ponies should know that there ain’t nothin’ like plowin’ a virgin.” I saw him give a knowing smile.

“Heh, yeah, I know.” He looked down at me, his crown brushing up against my cheek. “While we wait, how about you open that mouth of yours, hey Slipper?”

Smirking stupidly I said, “Just don’t shove it all in, okay?”

“I know. But at least give me a tap or something to let me know you can’t swallow it all.”

“Yes sir,” I playfully saluted. Then with a hoof, I tilted my head back and guided him into my mouth. At first, I didn’t just let him plunge right in; no, I took my time with this second attempt. I let only the head in, and my tongue trace around and over the smooth, sanative glans. Feeling every bump, vain, ridge, and even the tip of his urethra where his salty pre was leaking out. Perhaps it might have been the fact that I had finished not too long ago, but I could swear that blowing Soarin was different than doing it with Braeburn somehow. 

Above me, I heard Soarin softly groan while I felt another throb from Braeburn who’s flare had gone down. 

Remembering from last time, I tried to relax my throat as much as I could, reminding myself to breathe through my nose, I sucked a little harder to give Soarin the subtle hint that he may go in deeper. He understood, and he slowly pushed forward past my curled lips. Over my tongue, I felt his sensitive member that dripped pre as he went further into my mouth. However, at the mid-ring, I had to give a tap as his flare was just barely touching a part of my maw that was about to make me gag. Soarin patted the side of my cheek, “You’re doin’ great, Slipper.” He said, feeling him starting to rock. I continued to suck on him while he slowly thrust at my face, sighing.

Meanwhile, I felt Braeburn starting up again. Even though I was still feeling sensitive, with every pump I felt him massaging my prostate, I felt those waves of pleasure starting to build up again. He starts up again deeply but moderately paced, this time trying to get himself off. All the while, he gave out low groans as he thrust in me.

“Celestia, you’re so damn sexy.” I heard Soarin say, as he rocked a bit forward into my mouth.

“Not gonna lie, Soar’,” Brae said, his hips going a bit faster. “Ah don’t think Ah’ll last long.”

“Then by all means,” I heard Soarin kiss his husband, “I want to see you rut his brains out. Make him scream around my dick.”

“Ah’ve been thinkin’,” Braeburn switched to short, quicker thrusts, “Ya wanna invite ‘em around more often? His flank is amazin’, his mouth ta die for, and ya know about his co-”

Soarin interrupted is another kiss. “He is. And maybe we oughtta… A-Ahh… take turns with him. That is if he’s up for that.”

Even though I couldn’t say anything back, just the idea that not only I would have one guy that I could have sex with but two on a regular basis. I was getting hard again just thinking about the idea.

“Yeah…” Braeburn was going faster, I could feel him starting to flare up. “Maybe one week he could suck me off in the orchard, a-and the – mmh! – next week, have ya rut his flank in the showers.”

“Or we can go to that club in Canterlot?” Soarin slowed down while Braeburn sped up. “You close?”

His husband answered by humping against my flank. Now that I felt his flare grow bigger than ever, feeling him pushing down on my prostate, I was moaning loudly around Soarin. I can imagine Braeburn was shutting his eyes, his face contorted in pleasure as he was trying to reach that finish line. 

Then I heard, “Soar… I’m nearly there… c-c’mon here.” Trying to look up over my head, I saw Braeburn plant a deep, passionate kiss with his husband while he thrust as deep as he could go into me one last time.

I felt his thick rode throb while his flare was so wide that it was near painful. Just then, I felt a warmth that spurted into me. It was an odd feeling to have a stallion cum in you for the first time, but there was something so euphorically warm while Braeburn moaned and whispered his husband’s name as he ejaculated into my depths. Considering that I did the same to Soarin not too long ago, I found it intense but just as pleasurable as being on top in a passive sort of way.

So much so, that I tapped on Soarin’s leg for him to pull out of my mouth. After breaking his kiss, Soarin took himself out and asked, “Thunder? You doing okay?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, licking my lips. “How close are you?”

“I was about to flare up, why? You wanna stop?”

“No, but as soon as Brae pulls out of me, you wanna finish back there?”

Soarin gave a low whistle but a wide grin. “Holy shit, you’re kinky!”

“That Ah wanna see, but hold on a sec. Ya wanna try ta relax for a minute.” I heard Braeburn say, feeling him slowly pulling out. He was still pretty flared up, however, so I could feel it trying to slide out from such a tight space that it made me winced, sucking air through my teeth. “Easy now, Ah’m almost out…” Thankfully, given how lubed up I was, his head did slip out with a pop, followed by his semen that I could have sworn were quarts of if leaking out. I felt that gooey seed that ran down my taint and caressed my balls as it cooled. 

Braeburn climbed off the bed while Soarin moved around me, saying that he’s going to go to the bathroom to clean up a bit. 

Soarin repositioned himself where his hooves were on my flank to spread them apart. “So, how’s that for a first time?”

“You guys are incredible, sir.” Looking over my shoulder, I saw him licking his lips. “What are you doing?”

“I could plunge in, but I have something else in mind before I do.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna clean up in the best way I know how.”

Before I could ask, he lowered his head down where I felt him lapping at my balls. Licking up his husband’s trails of semen that he continued up the taint. It was an odd experience to feel, especially when I felt his hot breath over my ponut. Then unceremoniously, he put his lips on it. 

I gasped – this was certainly new! He not only kissed it, but his tongue also went in circles as he continued to taste in Braeburn’s seed. I wasn’t entirely sure looking back if I said anything; though I doubt it as I moaned and screamed in surprise as I was still sensitive down there. However, his tongue didn’t go any deeper than what was on the surface. I think he was going to leave the rest of Braeburn’s cream pie as lube.

Eventually, he pulled away with a satisfying pop. Soarin told me to flip over so I rolled on my back. I looked down to see that my dick was starting to harden again, and my belly was splotched with cum stains. Soarin looked down at me, using a free hoof to guide his member to my sopping hole. “You know the best thing about having a hubby?” He asked with a smirk and I shook my head. “They’re good at lubing tight asses.”

I felt his head be pressed up to me. When he was lined up, he grabbed both of my hind legs and pushed in. Luckily, thanks to Brae, it wasn’t so bad. I felt his flare spreading me until he popped in. Soarin let out a whinny as he sunk in. Compared to his husband, Soarin was thankfully thinner but as he dove inside, it still quickly filled me up. When his flare brushed up against my prostate, it sent a jolt to my member as it quickly hardens. 

Soarin only stopped when he pushed his mid-ring through my ponut. “Here Slipper,” he said as he reached for my dick, “Let’s finish this out, shall we?”

Nodding, I felt him back his hips about an inch or two before thrusting as deep as he could go – all the while made the first stroke with his hoof. I let out a yell that was a cross between a deep moan and surprise. Soarin, with a smirk, pulled out a little and thrust again as he clopped me. He started with a short rhythm where he hadn’t pulled his mid-ring out of me, leaving me full with every plunge. At the same time, he gripped around my still slick dick as he strokes it in time with his thrusting.

“Hey Slipper,” Soarin said as he started to go a little faster, “You said that you – mphf – don’t have a-a coltfriend yet… right?”

“Ah-uh,” I shook my head, my head feeling hot and feeling so intoxicated by the waves upon divine waves that massaged my depths.

“So – oh gods yes! – we make a deal with you?” He asked as he pulled out a little further but sped up his humping. 

“How close are ya Soar?” Braeburn asked as he came back into the bedroom.

“Trying to get there,” He looked over his shoulder as he slowed down a little, “Wanna explain what we’ve talked about earlier?” Soarin resumed, making me moan louder.

“Oh yeah, nearly forgot.” Trotting over to the left side of the bed, I looked over to the yellow cowpony. “So on top of gettin’ ta rut us, we were thinkin’ that if ya really want, we can be yer coltfriends?”

“Is that – Oh Celestia!” Soarin shifted his thrusting where he was hitting my sweet spot. “A-Allowed?”

“Hey, it ain’t cheatin’ if both partners are seein’ the same fella. Besides, it’ll be nice ta have such a cute stud like ya be around. Even if it doesn’t work out, we’ll still show ya the Giddy Up Club.”

“T-The what?”

“The sex club where me and Soarin met. Oh, you’ll love it there. A place where ya can be covered in baby batter and won’t be worried about catchin’ any disease. Where ya can have all the stallions ta plow that hole of yers,” he slapped my cutie mark. 

As he continued to describe the club, Soarin humped desperately as he tried to get himself and me off. Stroking my cock and pumping away faster and faster.

“With a dick like yers, you’ll have fellas lining up ta be bottomed out by ya. There are even gloryholes where ya can be stuffed over and over. Maybe be milked, licked, and sucked by half a dozen stallions at once, all tryin’ ta get that tasty, salty seed out of ya. Where ya can moan out a chorus while everyone watches.” I felt my member throbbed particularly hard at that. “Oh? You’re a voyeur? Does that excite ya?”

He took hold of my jerking cock, giving Soarin the freedom to grab my other leg as he rammed as fast and hard as he could. Meanwhile, Braeburn continued to stroke me, rubbing it flat against my belly. “Just imagine the audience that circles around, wantin’ ta see ya shoot yer load. While a line of stallions that are as big as you tag-teamed to have a go thrusting into your vice-like hole, spillin’ their seed further and further inta yer guts.”

I was almost there. Meanwhile, Soarin’s flare was expanding in me. Getting bigger while rolling over my prostate while Braeburn hooves circled around my flare.

“Can ya hear them now? Watchin’ you flarin’ up, strokin’ their long cocks. Chanting all around ya the same word over and over. Cum. Cum. Cum. Cum. Go ahead and-”

“I’M CUMMING!” Soarin shouted as he thrust in me for the last time.

I let out a scream. While I felt Soarin adding his load after hot, gooey load into my guts, I tipped over the edge. Braeburn gripped my flare in time when I came. A shot flew over and landed right next to my head, another splatted underneath my chin, and the rest busted over my withers and stomach. It was mind-blowing, probably more so than when I came into Soarin’s ass – this seemed to be on a whole new level of nirvana. My eyes had rolled back while I screamed out after one pausing pleasure after another. And when I did come down from that high, I slid down to an afterglow where the pulsing heartbeat of Soarin’s member was heaven to me.

“Welp,” Braeburn commented, “Looks like the quilt is ruined.”

Soarin huffed over me as if he had flown all around Equestria and back. When I opened my eyes, I saw that he was exhausted but satisfied. Braeburn leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Love ya, hon.”

“Love you too, Brae.” He said, “I would kiss you not but… I’d probably need to wash my mouth first.”

Braeburn chuckled, “Hey partner, you alright?”

I gave a weak wave. 





After Soarin slipped his dick out of me, he and Braeburn helped me reach the bathroom to wash off the sticky fun we had. One shower later, the couple then swaps out the quilt for another one. By then I was so exhausted that I collapsed in the bed. 

It took a while for me to dose off to sleep, yet I wasn’t alone. Soarin and Braeburn sandwiched me in the middle under the covers. Their hooves held me like I was a giant teddy bear. In no time, I heard Braeburn softly snoring.

Now, coming from someone who didn’t get cuddled that often, having two drop-dead gorgeous stallions that wanted to hold you while they went to sleep was… nice. Having the warmth of the ponies by me, feeling their heartbeat as their withers pressed up against me and their nuzzles made me so… loved. Like even for this obviously committed married couple, they wanted me to be in their lives. That never happened before. 

“You asleep yet, Slipper?” Soarin whispered.

“Sir, no sir.”

“Listen, we meant what we said earlier. We want to date you, and I’m not just talking about rutting your brains out either.”

I chuckled.

“I mean… is it something you wanted to do? There’s no reason for you to do so. I think you’re a good stallion and deserve some love. Even if it doesn’t last for long, we want to give it a shot for you.”

“Wow… I didn’t think I would get two coltfriends, let alone a pair of husbands.”

“So… do you wanna?”

“I mean… as long as I’m not getting in the way.”

“You won’t be.”

“Maybe it’s because I just had a fantastic first time but… yeah, I guess I could give it a shot.” I said with a yawn.

I felt Soarin hug me tighter.

Needless to say, my first time isn’t common, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. You might say that I got lucky that night, that I had landed a real relationship with ponies that I would otherwise believe to be out of reach for me. That I had finally found someone that made me feel desired as they are towards me. 

What more could I possibly ask?

End.