A Zebra and A Pegasus Meet In A Bar
It’s a bright and sunny summer day in Ponyville, another perfect day for the weekend spanning Ponyville Summer Harvest Festival. Ponies and creatures from all over flock to the town for a weekend of crafts, art and food. One such visitor is Ventus, a soft blue toned white, and black striped zebra stallion drawn in by the variety of interesting foods and arts the town has to offer. Wandering around the town the various vendors have all kinds of food, from hearty carrot soup at a carrot stand to baked goods from the Apple Family. The town is a whirl of activities and wonderful smells.
After a bit of wandering Ventus settles on stopping at the Apple Family stand, where a proud orange mare is selling delicious slices of apple pie. A few of their other relatives are also there, selling other apple filled treats. After a little bit of internal debate Ventus settles on getting a slice of pie, as well as an apple fritter and a strudel to take with him as he explores the rest of the festival.
The apple sweets are a highlight of the festival for Ventus as he spends several hours checking out the various booths selling art and crafts. Eventually he joins the others gathering for the parade which features several interesting floats, some of which were made by the foals of the town. The pleasant atmosphere flows well into the evening, even as the festival slows to a close the town has a happy vibe. That happy vibe flows into the town pub, where a good number of the visitors and residents head as the festival ends for the day.
Ventus finds himself a seat on one of the open stools at the bar and orders himself a cider to sip while listening to the hum of the pub’s crowd. As he sips on his cider a dark grey pegasus with a two-toned silver and blue mane done up in a mohawk trots up to the bar and gestures to the seat next to him.
“This spot taken?” The stallion asks with a friendly smile.
“Nope, all yours. I’m Ventus by the way.” Ventus says, offering the pegasus stallion a smile.
“Nice to meet you Ventus, I’m Thunderlane.” Thunderlane says as he takes a seat and taps the counter to get the barkeep’s attention. “A cider please.”
“Likewise Thunderlane.” Ventus replies before taking a sip of his cider.
Thunderlane’s cider is poured and served quickly, and he takes a hearty drink from his mug. “So, are you in town for the festival?”
“Yep, I saw a flier for it and decided to come check it out.” Ventus nods. “It’s been amazing so far. Especially the Apple Family’s treats, they are amazing.”
“Yeah, Applejack and her family do an amazing job with them.” Thunder takes another drink of his cider. “They also make a lot of the cider that’s sold here.”
“No wonder it’s so good.” Ventus takes another drink of his cider. “I’m kind of jealous you get to enjoy it whenever you want.”
“Heh, it’s one of the perks of living in Ponyville. Another is meeting cute zebras who come into town for the harvest festival.” Thunder says with a smirk before finishing off his mug of cider. “How about another round on me?”
“S-sure,” Ventus says with a bit of a blush before finishing his current mug of cider. “I’d like that.”
“Another round Berry.” Thunder calls to the barkeep who’s just finished serving up a tray of drinks to a pony.
“Got a cute one there, Thunder.” Berry says as she grabs their mugs and refills them.
“Eyupe.” Thunderlane says, giving Ventus a big smile.
Ventus just blushes a little more and accepts the cider when it’s passed to him. He takes a deep drink from the mug letting the flavor and alcohol wash over him to help him steady his nerves. When he sets his mug down Thunderlane’s amorous stare warms a different part of him, prompting him to close his legs a bit more.
“T-thank you for buying me another round.” Ventus half stutters, half squeaks out. “I’m really enjoying my time here in Ponyville.”
“I’m glad to hear it, and perhaps, I can make it even better.” Thunderlane says as he uses a wing to gently grope Ventus’ ass, teasing him gently with his feathers. “If you’re up for it?”
“Y-Yes!” Ventus says a little too loudly, drawing a couple of looks from other patrons of the pub who quickly spot Thunderlane and give knowing grins.
“Then let’s finish our ciders and head back to my place.” Thunder suggests raising his mug of cider and taking a long drink, draining the rest of it in short order.
Ventus nods and does the same, quickly draining the mug of its delicious cider.
Thunderlane quickly settles up the tab and leads the way towards his place. A small two story house near the outer edge of the town, which much like the rest of the houses, has a very homely vibe. Stepping inside Thunder wraps a wing around Ventus and gently teases his sheath.
“Come with me, let's head up to my bedroom.” Thunder instructs Ventus as he heads towards the stairs.
Ventus smiles and falls in line behind Thunderlane, trotting up the stairs with the soft musk of a horny stallion wafting down to him with each step. Ventus’ steps are almost on autopilot as he follows him into the bedroom. Stepping inside, the room appears rather normal for what you’d expect, a bed, a desk and a bookshelf on top of a set of big drawers, as well as a nightstand with a couple of drawers.
As Ventus takes in the room Thunder trots over to his nightstand, pulling out a leash and a collar. “Ventus.”
Hearing his name, Ventus turns to look at Thunderlane, immediately noticing the collar and leash that the stallion has, which makes him blush.
“Are you cool with pet play?” Thunder asks as he approaches with the collar.
“Yep, I’m cool with most things, just not a lot of pain. At least, nothing beyond spanking or biting please.” Ventus says as he eyes the collar.
“Good, put this on, Pet.” Thunderlane passes the collar over to him. “You can’t be a proper Pet unless you’re properly attired.”
“Yes Master.” Ventus says as he puts the collar on.
“The safeword is ‘Cider Foam’.” Thunder hooks the leash to the collar and immediately pulls Ventus with him over to the bed. Thunderlane takes a seat on the edge of the bed, showing off his hard cock and plump balls. “My balls need some attention from your tongue.”
“Yes Master!” Ventus replies eagerly and immediately buries his muzzle in Thunderlane’s sack.
Ventus kisses each of his Master’s orbs, before drawing his tongue across them in a gentle lapping motion. His Master’s musk drives him to work harder to please him. Slowly the lapping turns into sucking as Ventus wraps his lips around Thunder’s orbs one at a time; gently sucking on them like a jawbreaker, taking the time to roll each orb around in his mouth, fully coating them in saliva. Eventually his Master pulls on his leash prompting him to pull off of them.
“Enough work on my balls. Pet.” Thunderlane says as he pulls a bottle of lube from his nightstand. “I’m going to rut your ass hard.”
Ventus smiles and quickly offers his hooves to lube up his Master’s cock. Thunderlane smirks and pours a drizzle of lube onto his cock and Ventus’ hooves. Ventus gets to work lubing up his Master’s cock, his hooves gently stroking and caressing the hot horse cock as they spread the slick lube all over it. When Thunderlane is satisfied that his cock is lubed up enough he rises from the bed and leads Ventus to the center of his room.
“Present yourself to me, Pet.”
Ventus obeys instantly, he raises his ass and lowers his front to the floor, his tail swings out of the way to show off his ass to his Master.
Thunderlane gives his ass a couple of gentle smacks. “Your ass is very nice, a perfect balance between strength and softness.”
Ventus lets out a happy groan which morphs into a moan as his Master mounts him, his cock pressing into his ass with ease thanks to the lube. Thunderlane slowly pushes inch after inch of his cock into his pet until his balls come to rest against his pet’s ass. Not a moment later he starts to move, his thrusts are powerful and deep, driving his cock against his pet’s prostate with each thrust.
Ventus’ moans fill the room alongside the claps of their hips meeting and the smell of sex. The hot musk of fucking stallions drives Ventus into a blissful realm where the only thing he can do is feel the powerful thrusts of his Master as he drives him into the floor.
Thunderlane’s powerful thrusts dig deep into his pet, rocking his world both figuratively and literally as his pet moans loudly. His pet’s ass squeezes his cock hard and the smell of his cum wafts into the air, just before his pet’s legs give out and they collapse onto the floor. Thunder pauses for a moment to check his pet’s legs, running a hoof over them to make sure nothing felt broken before repositioning and starting to rut him again.
Thunder’s powerful thrusts become even more so in this position, as he’s able to take advantage of his wings to push harder. His hooves hold tight to Ventus’ sides as he pounds him hard. The clapping of their hips is even more pronounced, added to by the occasionally gentle slap on the ass from Thunder as he ruts his pet.
With how his pet’s ass is squeezing him Thunderlane knows he can’t keep going for much longer. He gently bites Ventus’ neck as he puts as much power as he can into grinding his cock against his pet’s prostate, trying to make him cum again. A dozen more thrusts and his pet’s ass clenches again, the pair of them moaning as they both hit their peak. Thunder’s cock flares deep inside of Ventus, a large flood of spunk filling his ass with warmth. Ventus simply adds to the mess of spunk under him as his own orgasm hits him hard.
The pair of them lay there panting, slowly recovering in each other’s hooves. Neither wanting to get up from their post orgasmic cuddling. Eventually Thunderlane speaks up, “As much as I want to just keep laying here, I have a different kind of cider for you to try, if you’re interested.”
“You mean your piss, Master?” Ventus’ cheeks flush a little more.
“Yes, if you’re interested.” Thunderlane nods.
“I am, Master” Ventus purrs.
“Good.” Thunderlane says as he slowly pulls his cock from his pet’s ass. “Get up and follow me.”
Thunderlane leads Ventus to the upstairs bathroom, a rather plain affair of a tub, toilet and sink. Thunder directs Ventus to get into the tub and sit down, joining his pet as soon as he’s in the tub. Thunder’s softening cock hangs in the air above Ventus who takes the initiative and wraps his lips around the tip, waiting for his Master’s bitter cider.
Ventus doesn’t have to wait long before the first splashes of piss land on his tongue, that slow splash quickly forms into a powerful stream. Ventus quickly swallows down a hot mouthful of the salty piss, and then another, but he’s quickly overwhelmed by the power of his Master’s steam. A good amount of the piss flows out of his lips and down his chin to his chest before his master is done.
“Whew. I need that.” Thunder says as he lets Ventus up. “Looks like you could use a shower of a different kind.”
“Yes Master, and then some sleep.” Ventus nods.
“Then let’s get to it.” Thunder turns on the shower and helps his pet wash up.
Nearly half an hour later the two of them are snuggled up in bed, the leash unhooked from the collar and set aside as the two of them drift off to sleep together.