Brokeback Braeburn
The sun was just beginning to set beyond the horizon as Braeburn made his way through the streets of Appaloosa.
It was Friday night, which meant it was time to head to the local bar for some cider and salt to unwind from the hard week of work.
Braeburn was a stallion of habit. Monday to Friday he got up before dawn, put on one of his many identical vests and his hat, and tended to the apple orchard like many ponies in Appaloosa did.
He’d work until quitting time, eat dinner, relax for a bit, then head to bed to do it all again the next day.
Weekends though were time for a little fun, and as such hanging out at the local watering hole was a good way to meet ponies and have a good time.
He walked into the bar and took notice of his surroundings. Things were already in full swing, with the band playing and ponies seated at tables and the bar chatting, drinking, eating, and of course licking salt blocks.
As he made his way over to the bar, he noticed a small crowd gathered at one end.
Upon getting closer to see what the fuss was about, he saw a pegasus pony wearing a flight jacket sitting at the end of the bar. He had a light blue coat and a dark blue mane.
Braeburn immediately recognized the stallion.
It was Soarin’, the second in command of the famous pegasi flying group, The Wonderbolts.
He had seen flyers and heard they were coming to town that week.
He wasn’t the biggest of Wonderbolts fans, but regardless he was still happy to see such a famous face in his little town.
He noticed that the only seat currently available happened to be next to him.
He made his way over, slipping past a few ponies in the crowd and taking a seat at the bar stool.
“Howdy Morton! Can I get a cider and a menu?” asked Braeburn.
The bartender nodded, soon heading over with his drink and placing it in front of Braburn with his menu.
Braeburn nodded a thanks, taking a sip of his cider while he looked over what to order.
He had gotten half way through the menu when he felt a tap at his shoulder.
“Excuse me, but what’s good here?”
Braeburn turned to see it was none other than Soarin’ who had gotten his attention.
Apparently his crowd of fans had dispersed and the stallion was just now getting to look over the menu.
“Oh the hayburger is really juicy. Lots of ponies get that.” Said Braeburn with a smile.
“Thanks! Mister?” Asked Soarin’
“Oh! I’m Braeburn. Where are my manners?” He said, reaching out a hoof for the pegasus to shake.
Soarin’ laughed. “No disrespect taken dude.” Said Soarin’ as he reached out his hoof to shake.
The two chatted for a while, just casually getting to know one another as they ordered and then received their food.
Braeburn found it surprising how easy Soarin’ was to talk to. He expected the famous pony to not even pay him any mind, but here he was being friendly and asking him about his simple life.
When the bartender returned with the salt cube Braeburn ordered, he immediately noticed something was different.
The typical white cube was a light pink this time.
“Hey Morton, what’s with the pink salt?” Asked Braeburn.
“Supplier was out of the regular stuff Braeburn. They gave us this instead.” Said Morton as he turned his attention back to another customer.
Braeburn knew Morton was a pony that was all business but he would’ve thought he would have told him the salt was different when he ordered it.
He looked at it quizzically, wondering if he even wanted to eat it.
“They serve that stuff in Canterlot. It’s from a region where the minerals give it that color. It tastes the same as the white stuff though.” Said Soarin’.
Braeburn gave the block a lick.
It tasted just like his usual order.
He continued to talk with Soarin’, licking his salt block now and then and withering it away.
After a while, he began to feel warm and fuzzy, like he was getting drunk off the salt.
This was odd though, as he was still working on his first block and never typically had more than that.
He wasn’t a light weight! He should be feeling just fine.
Before he could really think much on it Soarin’ had gotten his attention again and he continued talking with his new friend.
Despite the tingly sensation only seeming to grow more as he enjoyed his block, he just kept going, not wanting to waste it.
He was having a better time then he’d had in a long while!
The next morning Braeburn awoke in his bed with a pounding headache.
He moaned as he sat up, rubbing his temples.
He felt like he had a hangover, but knew he hadn’t had near enough salt or cider to give him one.
He looked at the clock and saw it was almost noon.
He had slept long enough.
He got up and showered, putting on a fresh set of clothes and heading to the gym.
He typically went to the gym on the weekends just to lift a few weights to keep in shape.
Not that he didn’t get enough of a workout hauling and bucking apples. He enjoyed going to the gym though and working out, even if it was only for an hour or two.
After a bit of walking he arrived, going inside and placing his hat and vest in a locker before making his way out to the gym floor.
It was nothing fancy, just a few stations to work out a few parts of the body.
As Braeburn took his spot on the weight bench and began his workout, he found himself to be struggling more than usual.
He was lifting his usual weight, but he could barely make it a few reps before getting tired and frustrated.
He wasn’t having any fun at all.
Finally sighing in defeat, he headed for the locker room.
There was no point doing it if he was going to struggle and not enjoy himself.
He’d try again next week.
As he made his way to the locker room, he heard music playing in the room next door.
Curious, he trotted over and looked inside.
All around were different ponies that appeared to be dancing to pop music blaring from mounted speakers.
An instructor stood at the front, dancing with the class seeming to follow suit.
Most of the class consisted of mares, including the teacher, but there were a few stallions too.
It was something Braeburn didn’t particularly care for. He didn’t like to dance or risk making a fool of himself.
Plus he liked country music, not pop songs.
But something about it seemed to intrigue him, and before he knew it, he found himself trotting inside, taking a spot in the back and beginning to dance along with the class.
Just slightly at first, his body swaying a bit with the movement. Soon though, he found himself getting into it, pumping his hooves and shaking his tail to the beat.
He was having such a fun time!
So much so that before he knew it, the music cut out and the instructor informed them the class was over.
As he made his way to the locker room, he found himself a bit giddy.
He hadn’t had so much fun in a long time!
He would have to go to that class again when he got the chance.
He went into the locker room and changed out of his workout shirt and shorts, tossing them in his saddle bag and showering before putting on his vest and hat and heading back out to the town streets.
As he walked, he noticed his vest seemed a bit looser on his frame.
Actually, it felt a good deal looser.
Looking down at himself, he could see his vest now looked quite big on him, even though it had fit just fine that morning.
“Guess I’ll be needing a new vest.” Said Braeburn to himself as he walked over to a local clothing store just down the road.
Despite being small compared to most boutiques in Equestria, the shop contained a decent variety of clothing for stallions and mares, as well as fillies and colts.
A salespony sat at the counter, and a few ponies were spread out throughout the store doing their own shopping.
Braeburn made his way to the stallions section, grabbing a few vests that appealed to him and then made his way to the changing room.
When he tried the vests on however, he found that he didn’t like how any of the garments looked on him.
He found them boring and ugly on his body, throwing one after the other in the corner in a frustrated huff.
He couldn’t understand why he hated them all of a sudden when he liked them a moment earlier.
As he left the dressing room stall and went to return the vests in a drop basket, a piece of clothing caught his eye.
Sitting in the return bin was a pair of pink underwear, cut especially thin in order to show as much of the wearer’s butt as possible.
Braeburn couldn’t seem to take his eyes of them. They looked so perfect! He just had to try them on!
He immediately dropped the boring cowboy vests in the return bin and grabbed the unides in his hoof, rushing back to the dressing room stall and practically tripping over his hind legs to slide them on.
Despite his thumbling, he soon had the panties slide up and snug around his waist, gently cradling his package and rear in its silky confines.
Braeburn ogled himself in the mirror, striking a few poses that could be best described as feminine, many of them involving the stallion flexing his butt at the reflective surface.
After a few moments, the stallion returned to his senses. He shouldn’t be wearing such a girly thing around his waist! What would everypony think of him if he went out in these?
Even most mares didn’t wearing such a thing in public.
He quickly went to yank the underwear off, but upon grabbing the waistband with his hooves, he found himself mesmerized with how they felt, not only in his hooves, but against his privates and rear.
Thoughts of himself strutting down the main street in his undies with everypony gawking at him made him feel excited and aroused, his penis tenting the front of the underwear.
Any thought of putting the undies back was now out of the question to him. In fact, he had to see if there were any more!
He slide the garment down his legs, stepping out of them and laying the garment on his back while he headed to the stallions undergarments to see if there were more colors available.
After looking at the selection twice though, he found nothing at all similar to the underwear he’d tried on. Most of what was available was tighty whities and boxers, and none of those were at all similar to the low cut garment he’d tried on in the changing room.
Upon grabbing the garment off his back to examine it further, Braeburn blushed at what he found.
The underwear were not any kind of brief at all, but rather panties meant for a mare, the logo a brand he was familiar as being popular for the opposite sex.
Braeburn felt rather embarrassed. Surely he couldn’t wear something meant for a mare could he?
He glanced back at all the boring cotton undies he’d just looked through, each as boring as the next, then looked back at the panties.
Just looking at them made him feel happy and excited, remembering how good they looked on him.
Surely it wouldn’t matter if he wore them. Nopony would know unless they checked the label. Nopony had to know right?
Satisfied with this reasoning, the stallion began to creep toward the opposite side of the store, towards the mare’s underwear section.
His heart was beating rapidly as he approached the section, and upon just an intial glance, he wanted to scream like a school filly with glee!
On the racks were a wide variety of styles and colors that all looked dazzling to his emerald eyes!
He immediately began grabbing pairs and putting them on his back to try on, barely able to contain his excitement!
There were panties, thongs, g-strings, and so much more just begging him to try them on!
With each pair he picked up, his inhibitions about what other ponies would think about him faded further and further from his memory.
All he cared about was how cute and sexy he was going to look with the undies around his ass.
Speaking of his ass…
Braeburn failed to notice as ever subtly, his behind began to grow ever bigger.
What was once a rather flat behind was beginning to look like two round beach balls of fur covered flesh just begging for attention.
By the time the stallion had finished selecting all his new undies, his butt stood out more than a peach in a bushel of apples.
As Braeburn made his way back to the changing room, his butt jiggled and swayed from side to side with each step he took.
He stopped occasionally on his way and grabbed a few other things.
A pair of socks here, a skirt there, some tail wrapping. Anything that caught the stallion’s eye he grabbed as he excitedly went to try everything on.
As he got back to the changing room, he was excited to find all his new cloths fit perfectly! Making him squirm in glee at the fact.
Even though all the clothes were in mare sizes and he had never worn any before, he somehow recognized his size equivalent without even thinking about it. Like it was just a common number in his brain.
As he finished trying on his new wardrobe, he briefly took notice of his vest and hat, sitting on the bench in the corner.
What had once been his signature look now repulsed him so. How he had ever thought the boring brown garments suited him he couldn’t bother to remember.
He turned away and exited the stall, heading for the direction of the counter. His old clothes left behind, never to be put on by the stallion again.
He paid for his items at the counter, the store pony not giving much thought to the stallion purchasing clothes meant for a mare.
As Braeburn thanked the sales pony and headed out the door, the stallion behind the counter took notice of the stallion’s wiggling rump as he happily pranced out the door.
“Damn.” He thought. “What a waste to give that to a stallion.”
Braeburn spent the rest of the afternoon stopping at a few other stores around town, picking up a piece of décor here and there and having a light lunch of a sparkling water and a salad.
All things he usually never did.
Usually he would spend his Saturdays at home reading or lounging around. Shopping was such a fun change of pace. He would need to do it more often!
As he made his way inside his house, he immediately began to place his new items around his home, replacing old ones he’d had forever that he now found ever so boring.
A vase on the table, a few paintings on the walls, a modern little sculpture here and there.
In no time, his old fashioned farm house was looking a lot more chic and stylish, much to the stallion’s delight!
He made his way upstairs to his room, adding a few more odds and ends he picked up in places around his room.
He dumped out his new clothes on the bed, all of the more marish variety and began to put them in drawers, dumping out his vests and a few other cow pony items and placing them by the door to dispose of later.
As he went to put the last piece of clothing away, he noticed a strange object, lying underneath it on his bed.
A closer look and Braeburn could swear he’d seen the shape somewhere before.
As he picked the item up in his hooves, he immediately recognized what he was holding.
It was a dildo! Shaped like a stallions erect cock with what appeared to be a suction cup on the end to help keep the toy in place while ridding.
The only difference between the toy and Braeburn’s own meat stick was the fact that the toy was about a fifth the size of his own length and girth. Practically the size of a colt’s package.
It was the kind of thing a mare would likely get for her first toy. Something to help her get use to a stallion’s package being in there and maybe work up to a bigger size later.
Braeburn though, being a stallion and a straight one at that, had no need for such a thing.
He was a stud, a regular mare’s stallion. What would a hot mare think after seeing him in his sexy undies when he brought her home and saw he had such a thing?
He went to toss the dildo over with his old clothes, but stopped.
Something about it compelled him to examine it closer.
He took in ever inch as he ran each hoof over the toy, examining its textured veins, medial ring, ball sack and head.
The more he starred at it, the more arousal he began to feel welling up inside him.
His cock began to expand, feeling turned on by the simple act of just looking at the lewd item.
Braeburn eased himself back onto his bed as conflicting thoughts began to cloud his mind.
Visions of beautiful and curvy mares began to fade as images of big buff stallions took their place, large cocks and pairs of balls dangling between their legs.
Veiny muscles bulged throughout their bodies as they urged Braeburn to come forward and experience all they had to offer him.
Braeburn was in a daze, confused at what he was experiencing. Why was he thinking about this? He never thought about stallions this way before.
The more though he tried to focus on mare pussy, butts, and boobs, the more chiseled stallions and their throbbing packages his mind conjured up.
His own penis had begun to throb from his arousal, and finally, the barrage of erotic stallion images assaulting his mind was too much.
Braeburn took the dildo and rammed it into his muzzle, suckling on it like a popsicle as imagined it belonging to a large work pony, hot and worked up from a long day tending the fields.
He had never felt so horny before. So eager to roleplay this fantasy out and see where it would lead.
Deeper and deeper the toy went down his throat, the stallion able to take the toy like a pro, almost as if he had done it a million times.
Before long, he reached the toy’s balls, the realization causing the stallion to cum, shooting his load up into the air and onto the floor and ceiling of his bedroom.
He yanked the toy free of his muzzle, allowing him to gulp in fresh air as he came down from his orgasm.
Still as he caught his breath, the images of the sexy and erect studs played in his mind, standing over him and commanding him to continue.
His package sprang to life, once more erecting and standing at attention.
He wanted more too.
He eased himself up off the bed and placed the dildo on his floor with a hard plap, the suction cup securing the drool covered package to the floor.
Braeburn squatted over the toy, easing his massive butt down toward it.
After a few tries, he could feel the head pressing against his back door.
He gasped at the feeling, lustful and excited for what would happen next.
Slowly, he eased himself down, his anus granting the toy passage inside.
Braeburn moaned loudly as the toy penetrated deeper and deeper, its realistic texture bringing him pleasure he never thought was possible before.
Before he knew it, he felt the toy’s base making contact with his butt cheeks.
He had the whole toy inside him now!
This nearly made him cum again, but Braeburn managed to contain himself.
He wanted to take this stallion for a ride!
Slowly, he carefully raised himself upward, easing off the toy until just the head was left inside his ass.
A second later, he eased himself down again and repeated the action.
Soon, the farm pony had a good rhythm going, gradually increasing his pace.
Despite being his first time, the stallion performed like a well practiced bottom, the actions coming to him like bucking an apple tree.
Only this time, he was the one getting bucked!
His pace by this point was intense, using his legs like springs as he bounced his butt up and down the toy like a sit and bounce.
The repeated pleasure brought to the stallion’s prostate became too much and just like that, a new torrent of his seed was sent flying across the room, gushing from his stallionhood like a geyser.
Even more of his load seemed to come out then the first time, if that was even possible.
Braeburn now laid on the floor, having collapsed from the exhaustion of the two best organisms in his life.
The toy lay right beside his bum, still glistening in the light from the setting sun that came in from his bedroom window.
Entirely spent from his pleasure session, the stallion began to drift to sleep, the relaxing afterglow wrapping him in its warm and comfy embrace like a soft and warm blanket.
That night at the Salt Block was much like the night before.
Music played as ponies danced on the dance floor, while other sat at tables and at the bar, enjoying their food, cider, and salt.
At the far end of the bar sat none other than Soarin’, the pegasus sipping a cider as he sat, appearing to be waiting on somepony.
He didn’t have long to wait until he spotted who he was looking for.
Making their way through the crowd was none other than the farmpony he’d meet the night prior.
Although he didn’t look much like a farmpony anymore.
Braeburn’s mane was tied up in a ponytail in back, while his barrel was bare of any clothing.
The only piece of fabric on the stallion’s body was a pair of pink panties that barely covered his now prize worthy rear, his bottom swaying from side to side with each step he took.
Just above his panties, his tail had been put into a hock, giving his tail a signature curl to the top that allowed his rear to be more visible to those that stared at it.
And boy were ponies staring.
Stallions and mares alike gave shocked and confused expressions as the formerly handsome stallion now pranced happily and giddily across the bar.
They had never seen this side of Braeburn before! And certainly not from any other stallion in Appaloosa.
While certainly a sight to behold, many ponies eventually shifted their gaze back to their own night of fun.
If Braeburn wanted to try a new look right from the pages of Stallion Illustrated, that was no business of theirs.
As Braeburn made his way toward Soarin’, the pegasus got up to greet him.
“Hey Brae! Was wondering when you were gonna get here.” Said Soarin’.
Braeburn beamed, meeting Soarin’s offered hug, Soarin’ resting his hooves on the stallion’s large rear.
“Babe I missed you so much today! Shopping and dance class couldn’t even help me take my mind off you.” Said Braeburn as he released the hug and took his seat at the bar besides Soarin’.
“I know Brae. After this week I’ll take a week off and stay with you. How’s that sound?” Said Soarin’ with a smile.
“You mean it?!?” Said Braeburn, looking like he might jump right out of his chair.
“Of course. You know I love you.” Said Soarin’, leaning over and giving Braeburn a kiss, which Braeburn happily returned.
As the two chatted and ate dinner, Soarin’ ordering for Braeburn of course, Soarin’ couldn’t believe how well everything had turned out.
The moment he spotted the farm pony tending the fields when he and the Wonderbolts arrived in town, he knew he had to make the stallion his.
All it took was some enchanted salt to get the ball rolling and a magical new toy to seal the deal.
Braeburn was now the sexiest and cutest coltfriend Soarin’ could ask for.
He couldn’t wait until dinner was over and he could get Braeburn home to indulge in a slice of his sweet and delectable apple butt pie.