"Well...this is unexpected..."

Thunderlane kicked a plastic drinks bottle with his hooves as he trotted across the Academy courtyard, his head downcast and his face melancholy. The sky was overcast today, blocking out the full light of Celestia's sun and dampening the atmosphere around Cloudsdale greatly. It was supposed to be summer, but due to a series of faults at the weather factories, the skies had been more akin to those of winter for the past three weeks. An unseasonably cold breeze brushed against Thunderlane softly, causing him to ruffle his wings. The saddlebags hanging over his back weighed him down, almost dragging his mood as well as his body as he plodded alone towards his Pegasus History class.

A few other ponies walked and flew around him, huddled together in groups of threes and fours, but none of them ventured close to him. Thunderlane didn't care. It had been this way for the past five months, ever since that stupid outburst at the Hearth's Warming Eve Ball. That night, everypony in his year group had found out of his feelings for colts thanks to a stupid argument with a plothole of a pony called Windstorm, captain of the Academy's skyball team. Ever since then, many ponies avoided him, some not even daring to give eye contact, whilst others found it perfect ammunition to hurl insults at him.

Thunderlane had tried talking to his parents about it, but he hadn't actually told them of his sexuality. That had ended with no real resolution, as the poor coal grey pegasus had left the reason as to why he was being bullied hanging in mid-air. Principle Zephyr wouldn't comment. He, of course, had heard along with half of the teachers, the argument which had revealed Thunderlane's secret, and the poor pony doubted that he thought very highly of it.

A pair of pink coated mares glided past him, whispering intently to each other before glancing at Thunderlane for a second. He didn't care. Fuck them. What the hay do they know? Such thoughts had been the only things keeping him from probably setting fire to the entire school in some sort of deranged fit of revenge. That being said, it wasn't all bad. He still had two or three of his close friends by his side, despite everything that had happened. Blossomforth, Star Hunter and Flitter still cared for him, and for that Thunderlane was incredibly thankful. But Flitter was sick today, and neither of the other two were in his next class. But he knew who was...

"Hey, hey! Coltcuddler!"

Windstorm's cocky voice rang out across the courtyard, cutting through the whistling breeze like a knife. But it was the laughter coming from the four other colts around him that grated more. As he passed beneath the cloud built colonnade, the taller sky blue captain of the skyball team reared his arrogant face up for Thunderlane to see. Goddess dammit, why is he so cute?, was all that seemed to run through the resigned colt's head. Despite being an absolute plothole, Windstorm was an undoubtedly handsome colt.

He stood a full hoof width taller than Thunderlane with a pale blue spiked mane running down his head, streaked with a single navy blue highlight shaped like a lightning bolt. His sea green eyes radiated nothing but confidence and cockiness, a trait which Thunderlane found to be the single most irritating thing on the planet. His wings were wide and powerfully toned, fitting well on his muscled body. The tips of his primary wingtip feathers half hid his cutie mark, a white skyball flanked by two wings.

"Go away, Windstorm. I'm not in the mood."

"Oh did you hear that guys?" Windstorm laughed, "little faggot Thunderlane 'isn't in the mood.' For what, sucking dick? Bet you'd love that, wouldn't you? To have a thick cock in your mouth!" The ponies around him burst out in hysterics. It seemed the same old insults that had been hurled around for the past few months still amused them. Simple minds...

"Leave me alone."

"Ha! Why would I do that, coltcuddler? You probably like it, me talking shit to you."

The really sad thing was, Windstorm was partially correct. There was something in his tone that Thunderlane liked, almost as if he wanted somepony to treat him like dirt whilst in the bedroom. Thing was, Thunderlane was the only gay colt in the school, so any form of relationship here was out of the question. In some of the more private moments of his life, Thunderlane had sometimes fantasized over some of the more good looking stallions, Windstorm among them. But today wasn't a good day.

He'd just come out of Cloud Construction class with a big fat red 'D' stamped on his coursework. The same work that had taken him over six weeks to prepare. No, today wasn't a good day.

"Don't flatter yourself, dude" Thunderlane muttered back as he continued walking away. He didn't need 'being late' added to his list of crap things for today, but Windstorm had other ideas.

"I've seen you looking at me in the gym locker rooms."

Thunderlane froze. Shit...

"Like what you see? Bet you were drooling at the sight." Windstorm flexed his powerful wings to emphasise his point, causing Thunderlane's pulse to quicken slightly. Not wanting to make a fool of himself now, the dark grey pegasus turned and scurried away without another word. The sharp laughter of the colts behind him echoed down the corridor he now entered.

Cursing slightly when he saw the time on the clock in front of him, Thunderlane took a left turn into an open doorway leading into his Pegasus History class. Everypony hushed a little as he entered the room, whispering obscur comments as Thunderlane sat his haunches down at the second desk from the front. Miss Horsefeather glared at him as he took up his place before glancing up at the clock above her head.

"Six minutes late, Thunderlane. Let's not let this happen again."

"I, I was, busy with someone." Thunderlane kicked himself mentally as soon as the words left his mouth. A ripple of sniggers and chuckles spread across the room like a wave. Windstorm came in not ten seconds later, causing Thunderlane to blush as the giggles grew.

"Quiet! Settle down now. We're continuing on from yesterday, so turn your textbooks to page eighty-nine."

A simultaneous groan came from the class. The Pegasi Empire, Third Era. Arguably the most uneventful and boring chapter in all of Equestrian history. Thunderlane remained silent as Windstorm sat down directly behind him as he removed his textbook from his saddlebags. The grey colt's heart was beating slightly faster than usual, mostly due to the fact that his bully and sexual fantasy model was sitting behind him after a session of verbal assault. If he could just keep calm and not draw attention to himself, then everything should be -

Windstorm kicked the back of his chair.

It was only through a great feat of self restraint that Thunderlane didn't react.

He kicked it again.

Must...not...

He kicked it again.

Thunderlane spun round and shot daggers at the taller stallion. "What's your problem?"

Windstorm smirked stupidly. "What's yours?"

"You! Why are are you such a plothole? Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Why can't you leave me alone?" came a stupid sarcastic reply.

Thunderlane's retort was cut off by Miss Horsefeather's hiss of annoyance, signalling complete silence. She eyed the two bickering colts for a second before standing up to begin writing on the large blackboard behind her. The class fell into a noiseless void for about half a minute before Windstorm's voice rose up again.

"Thunderlane likes colt-flank."

The grey pegasus rose up out of his seat and spun round, bringing his hooves up to the scruff of Windstorm's neck. Wordlessly, the taller pegasus shoved Thunderlane back, almost knocking him back over the table. The rest of the class shuffled away from the small brawl that had suddenly erupted.

"Thunderlane! See me after school for detention!"

"For fuck's sake!"

The school bell screamed angrily as the day ended, followed by the shuffling of desks and chairs as the pegasi of the Academy left to return home. Thunderlane kept a straight face as his classmates trotted past, all chattering loudly as if releasing all the speech that they couldn't utter during the lesson at once. Windstorm stood up with deliberate cocky slowness and shot Thunderlane a stupid grin.

Fuck you.

As the last pegasus left the room, Thunderlane turned back to Miss Horsefeather, who was scribbling something on a piece of paper on her desk. And just to add insult to injury, Thunderlane grumbled as the sun finally burst through the clouds like some gigantic tide of mocking light. The history classroom lit up as the afternoon light streamed through the line of windows to Thunderlane's left. The grey colt sat patiently for his teacher to give him something to do, whether it be cleaning the room or writing 'I will not stand up for myself' one hundred times on the board.

But Miss Horsefeather simply sat at her desk, writing like some busy little secretary. Tentatively, Thunderlane cleared his throat to grab her attention.

"I'm waiting for another detainee. Your time won't begin until he arrives" came the curt reply.

After a few more moments of awkward silence, the door opened to reveal Thunderlane's partner in boredom. He was about Thunderlane's height, but had an extremely pale blue coat with a heavily opposing navy blue mane and tail, both of which were swept back and spiked. His eyes were of a piercing jade green, and his athletically toned wings half hid his winged lightning bolt cutie mark.

Soarin'.

Thunderlane had never really talked to him much around school. He was a nice colt, very confident in himself and was a good skyball player. He was also the fastest stallion in his year, beaten only by that bright yellow mare Spitfire. He was funny too, and handsome...

Thunderlane watched him from under the lids of his eyes. He was attractive, definitely, and Thunderlane could feel his heart rate rise as Soarin' sat beside him, dropping his saddlebags down with a sigh. Soarin' glanced at Thunderlane briefly before turning away.

Great. Yet another pony who thinks I'm some sort of freak.

"What you here for?" Soarin' asked suddenly. Thunderlane jumped a little bit before composing himself. It was so rare to talk to somepony who wasn't a close friend nowadays, and it was even rarer for them to start the conversation.

"Um, I, I got into a fight with Windstorm."

"Ha, really? What over?"

"He, he said some things about...me. You know what I mean. It just got to me today, thats all."

Soarin's brow furrowed. "What kind of things? I dunno what you mean."

Thunderlane looked at Soarin' with a somewhat weak glance, but was stopped from answering by a hushing noise from his teacher. Soarin' smirked, flashing a set of perfect white teeth at Thunderlane before leaning back in his chair. But just as the shushing died down, the classroom door opened to reveal Principle Zephyr, his dark grey face radiating an aura of academic misery. He glanced briefly at the two colts before turning to their teacher.

Miss Horsefeather nodded and stood up suddenly, as if they had pre-arranged this meeting beforehoof.

"I'll be gone for about twenty minutes boys. You can leave once I come back, and I've left you some pens to write out the reasons for your detention on the board. And no funny business."

Miss Horsefeather bustled out of the room, two folders clutched beneath her wings. As the door shut, Soarin' and Thunderlane both let out simultaneous sighs of relief, which in turn caused them both to laugh simultaneously.

"So you were saying?" said Soarin' eagerly. Clearly he hadn't heard of Thunderlane's no-so-secret-secret, only how he hadn't the dark grey pony had no clue. Everypony in the Academy knew, or so it seemed. Soarin' seemed friendly enough, but Thunderlane felt as if this blossoming friendship could be stamped out by the truth.

"Um, its nothing really. Just him being a dick. No biggy."

"You sure? You've gone all red and stuff, dude."

Dammit. Thunderlane spluttered over his words as he tried to find some way to justify his blushing. It wasn't even that warm, so that couldn't be used as an excuse.

"I, I do that sometimes" he mumbled finally before standing up to begin writing his lines. A small note on the table written in red pen had ordered him to write 'I will not react to provocation with violence.' The whole damned situation was unfair. Why should Windstorm get away without any punishment? Why was he any better than himself? Miss Horsefeather was the single most evil pony in all of Equestria at the moment. Stifling a curse, Thunderlane picked up the blue pen and sighed as the felt tip came into contact with the board.

Soarin' came up beside him and smirked as he saw his set punishment.

"I shall not sexually harass members of the class. Ha, it wasn't even that bad. All I did was say that Sunflower had a nice flank."

"Oh yeah, what else did you say?" said Thunderlane knowingly.

"Nothing! Except maybe something about me and her down the alley behind the Cloudesium tonight...and that I'd like to spank her...whilst I fucked her into-"

"Okay!" exclaimed the dark grey pony, grinning stupidly. "Bit too much info there."

"You asked" Soarin' chuckled.

Thunderlane laughed it off, but the image of Soarin' ploughing somepony was powerfully erotic. He was strong, handsome, and had a large pair of wings - and everypony knew what that supposedly meant. Thunderlane shuffled his legs around in an attempt to sooth the tingling feeling between his legs. Soarin' luckily didn't seem to notice, and picked up his own pen to begin writing. For a few short moments the pair of colts stood in silence, but Thunderlane couldn't shake the image of Soarin' out of his head, and soon the grey stallion began to take peeks at his partner in detention.

Soarin' had a very toned and athletic body with tight muscles that rippled across his chest and upper legs. His wings were larger than the average pegasus colt for his age, and his flank was firm yet shapely. Not too flabby from too little exercise, not too firm from too much, and his tail seemed to swish from side to side. Thunderlane could have sworn that he was doing it deliberately...

"Like what you see?" Soarin' suddenly said.

"W-What? What? No! I mean, I wasn't looking - wait..." Thunderlane spluttered stupidly before turning away, crimson flooding into his cheeks. He dropped the pen from his hoof and fell onto the floor onto his haunches, eyes downcast. He wasn't sure, but he could feel the first signs of tears coming to his eyes. He'd done it again. He'd driven somepony away with his stupid urges. Soarin' seemed like a good guy, and he'd gone and ruined everything.

Thunderlane almost flinched when Soarin' put a hoof on his shoulder. "Hey, I was only kiddin' bro. You okay? You look as if you're gonna cry" the light blue pony said, making Thunderlane mentally kick himself for being so soft. He stood up again and blinked away the water in his eyes fiercely before smiling feebly.

"I know you were, it's just...most ponies here, would think that I wasn't...and they'll freak out a bit"

"Why? What's wrong with looking at another colt's ass?" Soarin' chuckled goofily.

Thunderlane stopped with reply and frowned. "What? I thought you just said you would have sex with Sunflower?"

Soarin' waved a dismissive hoof. "Mares, stallions, doesn't matter to me. Life's too boring to settle for just one" he laughed. Thunderlane could feel the redness in his cheeks struggling to decide whether to leave or not. Soarin's brazenness made him feel a little timid, but he liked colts too...

"Um, so you don't think that I-" he stopped himself.

"I think you're what? A freak? A dirty little coltcuddler? No! Why the hell would I? I think its fine, and any stallion would be lucky to have somepony as cute as you" Soarin' laughed, emphasising the last three words with little pats on Thunderlane's mane. The darker stallion blushed even more, but broke into a proper smile the first time this week.

"Nopony else thinks that way...that's what the fight with Windstorm was about today"

Soarin' burst out laughing. "HA! Windstorm is the biggest closet case I know. Did you know that he and North Star made out at Cloudkicker's party last year?" Thunderlane's eyes widened.

"What? Oh my Celestia, no way! Aww yeah, now I got some ammo for next time"

Soarin' patted Thunderlane on the shoulder and grinned. He didn't move his hoof.

And Thunderlane was suddenly aware of just how close the pale blue stallion has to him. His heart rate rose, sweat began to form on his forehead, and his breathing began to turn into shallow puffs as Soarin' moved his muzzle closer to his. But just as they were about to touch, Thunderlane pulled away.

Soarin' frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"

"I, I...did you mean what you said? That any stallion would be lucky to have me? It's just that, I've never done anything with, um, a colt before. You're the only one who doesn't think I'm a freak..."

"I know. I knew when I first saw you. I've known about you ever since the Hearth's Warming Eve Ball, but that something like that shouldn't change anypony's mind of who you are. You're still the same pony, even though I don't know you as much as I'd like."

"What do you mean?"

This time it was Soarin's turn to blush, and blue turned to pink as he searched for the right words. "I...I like you, Thunderlane. I've liked you for, Celestia knows how long. I'm normally okay with stuff like this but after that night when everypony found out about you, I was so happy that you could feel the same. But after I saw how they reacted, I didn't want to say anything, cuz...I was scared."

Thunderlane smiled softly. His heart melted as Soarin' met his gaze, green eyes reflecting off golden.

"I, I don't know what to say..." he breathed.

"Then make no sound..." Soarin' whispered seductively.

Thunderlane automatically closed his eyes as Soarin' lips touched his.

It felt strange, the feeling of another colt's lips on his own. They felt rougher than a mare's, more firm. But they felt right to Thunderlane, as the dark grey pegasus began to move his lips in time with Soarin's. It lasted no more than five seconds, but as they parted Thunderlane could have sworn it had lasted for over a minute. His eyes fluttered open. Soarin' was beaming stupidly at him.

"Dude, you certainly know how to kill the mood!" Thunderlane laughed. Soarin's face was anything but romantic at this point. "Have, have I just had my first kiss with a colt?"

"Damn right you have! And now that we've cleared all that up, can you answer my question now?"

"What question?"

"'Like what you see?'" smirked the stronger stallion, winking as he pressed his body up closer to Thunderlane. Something poked him in the stomach as Soarin' pushed himself towards him. His golden eyes looked down to see a half-erect cock sticking out from in between Soarin's hind legs.

"Whoa! Whoa! Dude, what the hell?!"

"What? I think he likes you" Soarin' said seductively, "and you still haven't answered me" he marked the last word with a peck on Thunderlane's nose. The other stallion was dumbfounded at the sight of Soarin's member just hanging there growing larger with every passing second. Rather annoyingly, Thunderlane could feel his own stallionhood trying to force its way from out of its sheath. It didn't take long for Soarin' to notice.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'" he winked, and moved forward again to press his lips to Thunderlane.

"W-Wait, what if Miss Horsefeather comes back?" Thunderlane mumbled through Soarin's lips.

"Who cares? What's the worse she can do, spank us?"

Thunderlane's member twitched at the thought of spanking, something which was not lost on Soarin'. He lifted up a pale blue forehoof and struck Thunderlane's cutie mark hard. A very fillyish squeal bounced across the room.

"Aww, isn't that sweet? Little Thunderlane likes to be spanked like a naughty school filly" Another smack on the rump followed. Thunderlane moaned as he moved his lips against Soarin's, going against all rational thoughts in his head, he played along.

Soarin' pressed Thunderlane against the class board, pinning the smaller colt down. His member rubbed against his - both at full mast - causing Soarin' to pant and gasp as he slowly gyrated his hips into his partner's warm body. His tongue eagerly entered Thunderlane's mouth as his lips finally parted. A brief struggle took place with both wanting to outdo the other, Soarin' wreathing Thunderlane's tongue with his own.

But another firm smack on the flank soon forced the dark grey pegasus to relent, and Soarin' explored every inch of his mouth before moving his forehooves up and down his body. Thunderlane was a fit pony, with tight muscles and a toned chest and set of wings, but he was also slim. His body was only slightly bulkier than a mare's, making it easy for Soarin' to wrap his forelegs around him. Both ponies' wings were fully extended, and this time Thunderlane took control.

The coal grey pony seized Soarin's wingpit axillary feathers and rubbed in hard but small concentric circles and back out again. The pale blue pegasus gasped and panted, arousing Thunderlane further as he began to push back against his partner. They moved away from the wall, still locked in a passionate kiss until Soarin' almost stumbled over Miss Horsefeather's desk. Thunderlane kept on advancing until Soarin' lay sprawled out beneath him, knocking over a pot of pencils with his large wingspan.

"You're certainly warming up" Soarin' grinned, "I think somepony's beginning to get a bit of confidence in himself"

"Well somepony has to match your high self esteem" came the reply. Thunderlane moved forward, but stopped as Soarin's thick stallionhood prodded him in the stomach. Thunderlane looked at it as if seeing it for the first time. It was a very dark grey, almost the same colour as his own coat but lighter. What they said about big wings was true in this case. Soarin' was larger than average, not huge, but still pretty sizeable, and the head glistened with the first few drops of precum.

"Well? He's waiting for ya" Soarin' urged, emphasising his point by forcing out another large drop of the clear fluid. Thunderlane suddenly looked quite worried. He'd never given a blowjob before. Like, how does a pony actually perform one? How do you start? And it was so big. Gingerly, Thunderlane took hold of it with a forehoof.

"Well, that's a good start" Soarin' chuckled, "but seriously, take your time. I'm guessing this is your first time?"

Thunderlane nodded and gulped. He hadn't expected it to be so warm, and the flesh felt soft as he moved his hoof slowly up and down. He wasn't sure if he was doing it properly, but the low moans coming from his partner told him that he was doing at least one thing correctly. He began to pick up the pace on his amateur hoofjob, causing Soarin' to bite down on his lower lip to avoid being too loud.

"Damn...you say it's your first, but...ahh...it definitely seems you've done this before"

Thunderlane smiled, and slowly and hesitantly, drew his face closer to Soarin's cock. His breathed in the scent, a rich musky smell mixed with sweat, which normally would have smelled revolting and unhygienic. But now, when he was so aroused his own rod was dripping clear beads of pre onto the floor, the smell was invigorating. Nervously, Thunderlane stuck out his tongue and gave a long lick from the base of the shaft to the head.

Soarin' let out a low, rather controlled moan of pleasure. Thunderlane licked again, harder this time. The taste was odd, slightly salty with a kind of fleshy taste that would take some getting used to. But that aside, it felt good. The grey stallion tongue slowly built up a slow rhythm of licking from the base to the head and down again. The underside of a stallion's pride was one of the most sensitive, something clearly demonstrated by Soarin' hushed moans.

Thunderlane began to relieve some of the aching tension in his own cock, rubbing his free forehoof gently along its length. But Soarin' was getting impatient, he could tell, for the light blue pegasus had began thrusting instinctively upwards, but Thunderlane had an idea.

"Dude, like I know its you first time, but licking up and down isn't go- OH MY CELESTIA!"

Thunderlane kissed Soarin's engorged head, almost swallowing it as his inexperienced tongue wrapped around it, licking up all of the pre that had accumulated there. It tasted salty, but it had a sweet tang to it which Thunderlane found incredibly sexy. His own cock bulged at the taste. He worked his tongue around the head of Soarin's prick, relishing in the unique flavour and Soarin's pants of pleasure.

It was about time to get it started. Slowly, Thunderlane dropped his head lower, past the sensitive head and down the thick dark shaft. His partner automatically began moving his hips upwards, and it wasn't too long before Thunderlane could feel the back of his throat come into contact with the head. Worried that he'll choke, he pulled his head upwards for air.

Soarin's smile faded a little, but he was sympathetic. "Yeah, I thought you were brave in trying to take it all in one" he chuckled. "But damn, you got some mouth!" Thunderlane laughed and continued rubbing up and down the now slick rod in front of him. It was certainly a new experience, and he didn't want to stop now, something which Soarin' has keen to point out.

"If you don't keep it wet, the spit will dry out and it'll get all sticky and stuff" he said. "Best keeping going" he said with a sly wink.

"You're not very subtle are you?" Thunderlane quipped as he kissed the shaft firmly before placing it in his mouth again. He slid his tongue against the underside as he descended, being careful not to graze the cock with his teeth. A task which proved to be difficult given Soarin's girth.

"Arrgh, dude, be careful. Don't bite my dick"

"Sow-wr-w" came the muffled reply as Thunderlane tried to speak with a mouthful of stallion cock. It was difficult to get some form of proper rhythm going, but through a bit of experimental head bobbing and a gag, Thunderlane managed to get a steady rhythm of rising and falling. Soarin' pushed his crotch further into his mouth, moaning with pleasure as he did.

"Damn, Thunder. You sure are good for a newbie"

Once he had gotten used to the taste, Thunderlane loved every second of performing a blowjob. He slid his tongue around the underside and head, feeling every vein and inch of Soarin's love stick. He sucked its length like a popsicle, and his free hoof rubbed up and down his own rod eagerly.

Soarin' smiled to himself contently as he watched Thunderlane's head bob up and down like a bouncy ball. The feeling around his cock was very pleasant indeed. Not mind blowingly powerful or dizzyingly amazing, just pleasant, as if he could just lay there all day whilst Thunderlane sucked him off. He brushed a forehoof over his partner's ears and mane before resting behind his head. Thunderlane still occasionally grazed his length with his teeth, but for a first timer he was doing brilliantly.

The dark grey pegasus was soon in for a surprise however. Soarin' suddenly reached over and planted both hooves on his head, and with one fluid motion, thrust his cock right to the back of his throat. Thunderlane gagged on the other stallion's member, but was kept from pulling back by his partner's hooves. Soarin' pulled out and thrust again, almost choking him.

And Thunderlane liked it.

Finally, after a good ten seconds of Soarin' raping his mouth, the other pegasus breathed in a greedy lungful of air.

"Dude, w-what the hay was that?" he coughed.

"That my dear little pony, was called a deepthroat"

"What gives? You don't just stab your cock into the back of my throat without any warning"

"That's the best bit!" Soarin' laughed, "and I didn't hear any complaints from you"

"How can I complain when I've got about ten inches of stallion cock in my mouth?" Thunderlane said, a rather annoyed smile on his face. He massaged his hoof up and down Soarin' slick length, gaining a deep hum of pleasure from the pale blue pegasus. He turned his face downcast for second before meeting Soarin's gaze, blood rushing to his cheeks.

"Um Soarin', is, is it okay if you...be kind of, um...mean to me?"

"What?"

"I, I mean, I like it when you...spanked me. And I liked what you did just there. So I guess what I'm trying to s-"

"You want me to be dominant?"

Thunderlane gave an embarrassed smile. "Yeah..."

And Soarin' face transformed into one of complete cockiness, one which Thunderlane would normally find on Windstorm. Thunderlane's heart began to race as Soarin' propped himself up on his forelegs against the desk, so he was looking down upon the dark grey colt with hungry eyes.

"Well what are you waiting for? Suck my dick, bitch"

Thunderlane's mouth was filled with Soarin's member as the pale blue stallion forced his head down. It took all of his self control not to gag, and Thunderlane smiled in his head as Soarin' began roughly fucking his mouth. The taste of precum covered his tongue, and Thunderlane's free hoof doubled its pace on his own penis.

Soarin' was thrusting into his mouth so quickly that his large balls slapped Thunderlane's chin every time his head went down. Before long, the rough blowjob was stopped by Soarin' who held his partner's styled mane in his forehoof. Soarin's cock fell from Thunderlane's mouth with an audible plop. The dark grey pony breathed in a large gulp of air before he burst out laughing.

"Mean enough for you?" chuckled Soarin'.

"Damn right. Just, be a bit more gentle. I can't suck dick that big that fast"

Soarin' winked. "Got it. Do, do you wanna go further?"

Thunderlane froze for a second. "You, you mean..."

"Yeah, buttsex!" Soarin' cried goofily, causing Thunderlane to break down with laughter at the outburst. With a forehoof he continued to rub up and down Soarin's penis, gaining the odd little gasp from the blue pegasus as he pondered the idea. Anal sex was something he'd only really thought of in the private moments of his life, and he had never really considered doing it this soon. From what he'd heard, it hurt.

But a quick mental pan of his current situation made him realise his decision. He was currently kneeling down before his teacher's desk after having just given a blowjob to a colt he'd only really just started talking to properly today. But as he felt Soarin's cock bulge at his hoof movements, he smiled shyly.

"Okay..."

"You sure?"

"We've gone this far" he chuckled.

Soarin' beamed stupidly as he sat up, reaching his hooves towards Thunderlane before dragging him into a short passionate kiss.

"Well then, bend over, bitch" he said dirtily. Thunderlane gave Soarin's penis another tender lick on the head before complying, placing his front two hooves against the wall behind him, presenting his finely toned haunches to his unexpected sex partner. There Soarin' sat for a moment, stroking his rod slowly whilst staring at he image of perfection before him. Thunderlane's ass was thrust out towards him, his legs spread slightly to give Soarin' a small look at his tightly puckered hole.

With deliberate slowness, Soarin' hopped off the desk and raised a hoof to the other pegasus' right flank, rubbing tenderly before giving it a firm smack. Thunderlane hissed delightedly. Soarin' gave the left the same treatment, smirking as he watched it jiggle slightly. Thunderlane had a wonderfully toned rump, one which Soarin' took great pleasure in squeezing roughly.

"You like it don't you, you naughty little pony" he whispered into Thunderlane's ear, biting its tip lightly to gain a moan from his partner. "You're a dirty little colt. So...naughty." The blue pegasus slapped his behind again, this time holding his hoof there in a firm grope. "Tell me how bad you've been."

"I, I've been a bad colt. I'm a dirty, slutty little pony..."

"That's right. And do you know what happens to little ponies like you?"

The coal grey pegasus couldn't give any discernible reply as Soarin' lowered his muzzle towards his rear, shivering in anticipation at the feel of Soarin's breath against his asshole. The blue pony breathed in the musky scent of another stallion, his member twitching in excitement as a pair of forehooves spread the two globes of Thunderlane's rear apart. A pair of heavy balls hung low like pendulums below a tight ring: Soarin's prize.

"They get punished." Soarin' answered in a sultry tone, and traced a long trail up to Thunder's entrance with his tongue. With deft skill, he drew a series of circles around the anus, eliciting a great many sounds of lust from the grey stallion. Thunderlane pushed his haunches backwards further into Soarin's muzzle, forcing him to brace his hooves against the two ass cheeks as he licked passionately at the piece of stallion plot before him.

"Oh Celestia, keep going. Eat my plot..." Thunderlane whispered, his forehooves pressed against the wall desperately as Soarin' licked his virgin hole lustily, a steady stream of precum falling from the end of his attention starved cock. He wanted to touch it, but somehow a voice in his head kept him from moving his hoof to relieve the tension. It seemed more fitting that Soarin' gained the most from this coupling. I'm such a little bitch.

Soarin' was lost in the scent of sex. Thunderlane's hole was all that mattered at the present moment. All of the stallion's attention was focused on lubricating his submissive partner's asshole. They both knew what was coming next.

"Rut me..."

Soarin' paused and lifted his face from between Thunder's cheeks and smirked.

"What was that, bitch? Say it louder so I can hear"

"I want you to rut me. Rut my plot raw..."

Thunderlane blushed as he said the words, but he genuinely meant them. He wanted Soarin'. He wanted the handsome, strong, sexy stallion to take him and make him his own. He could feel a tingle of excitement run up and down his spine as Soarin' placed his warm dick in between his flanks, running its length up and down the crack and spraying beads of pre on his fur.

"How much to you want it?" Soarin' hissed in his ear, squeezing the other stallion's haunches to the point where Thunderlane squealed in pained delight.

"I need it so bad. I need you so bad. Fuck me Soarin'. Take me..." he answered desperately, pressing his rump against his cock. "I want you inside me."

That was all the encouragement Soarin' needed, but first he turned Thunderlane's face to him, serious for a moment.

"You sure you wanna go through with this?"

Thunderlane kissed him without hesitation and nodded. "I'm sure"

The pair shared a smile before Soarin pressed his body against the smaller pegasus. His rod brushed against Thunderlane's back before Soarin' seized his hips. The grey colt automatically parted his hind legs to make room for his lover's phallus. Swishing his tail to the side as if he had done this type of thing dozens of times before, he turned behind him and gave a sultry look to Soarin'. "Rut me."

With a skilled fluid movement, Soarin' aligned the flared tip of his long tool to Thunderlane's entrance. The grey stallion purred in anticipation; the warmth of Soarin's length felt white hot, tantalisingly hard yet smooth and moist against him. With a nervous nod, Thunderlane opened his plot to Soarin'.

Through gritted teeth, Thunderlane let out a long, powerful moan, biting his lip as his partner slowly penetrated him. His plot expanded to take in Soarin's girth, stretching tightly around the thick penis like a vice. He was sweating, desperately trying to keep his cries of pain and pleasure restrained, but to no avail. Thunderlane gasped as inch after inch was inserted into him. He could here Soarin's own grunts of pleasure above his own.

"Celestia...you're tight..." the pale blue stallion grunted as he pushed further into Thunder's rear passage, finally giving a contended sigh as he hilted fully, his sizeable nads pressed up against the pair of firm flanks. Soarin' allowed himself to a hard slap on one of them, making Thunderlane sigh in delight. "Your ass feels so good."

"It's...so...so big...dammit" Thunderlane breathed.

Both ponies smiled to themselves as Soarin' began to pull out, slowly at first until only the head of his cock rested in Thunderlane's behind, before pushing back in with improved zeal. The grey stallion gave a very fillyish squeal, and pressed his rump further behind, trying to get as much as Soarin' in him as possible. The blue colt retracted his hips again, and thrust back inside, harder and quicker than before.

The pace continued gradually. Soarin' began to thrust into Thunder's ass quicker and quicker with every successive thrust, his large balls slapping against the younger pegasus' finely toned haunches. Both ponies were panting heavily, and Thunderlane had lost all restraint when it came to his cries. The grey pony moaned like a common whore, relishing in the delicious pain that Soarin's length provided him with. He bucked his hips backwards to stimulate the maximum amount of pleasure for both of them, and his cutie marks were raw from Soarin's dominant strikes.

"Soarin'! Oh goddess-dammit, harder! Fuck me harder!"

The other pegasus gladly obliged, his long cock sliding in and out of Thunderlane's asshole like a piston. The grey stallion was pinned against the wall as Soarin' rutted him silly, his loud moans and screams sounding like a mare in heat. Soarin' reached a foreleg around his chest and pulled him in closer, arching his back backwards whilst pounding him mercilessly. The air stank of sex and lust, with Thunderlane's moans and Soarin's grunts mixing into a harmony of raw pleasure.

The blue maned pegasus began to slow down, instead pulling his partner away from the wall and down onto the floor. "Bend over, bitch. You wanna get fucked don't you?" he whispered naughtily, a stupid grin emerging on his face when Thunderlane's blushing face nodded. The little grey colt stuck his hindquarters in the air, and squealed again as Soarin' truly mounted him like a primitive beast. The long veined love stick drove itself in and out like a jack hammer, Soarin's dominating words becoming nothing more than grunts.

He reached around and seized hold of Thunderlane's length, finally giving it attention since they had started this frenzied fuck-fest. Soarin's hoof worked expertly out and down his partner's impressive length, clopping him off as he plundered his sweet, tight plot. Thunderlane moaned all the louder, the pleasure running down his length and in his rear driving him wild. He had never known it could be this good, but then again, he mused that Soarin' must have had a great deal of practice.

But then Soarin' took on a new tone, discarding the mindless ravaging approach to something which Thunderlane would find to be his favourite method of sex for a long time afterwards. Soarin' forced his hips down on top of him until Thunderlane was pinned between the floor and Soarin's masculine body, his length trapped beneath him. Re-positioning his legs, Soarin' relaxed and leant down upon his lover. Abandoning the roughness, Soarin' replaced force with passion.

His dark length slid in and out smoothly as he skilfully bucked his hips to create deep and powerful, yet slower strokes. He wrapped one hoof around the tips of Thunderlane's outstretched left wing and tenderly massaged the muscles, gaining a loving laugh from below. His other hoof braced around Thunderlane's chest, supporting him against the floor with his foreleg and bringing his neck up to Soarin's waiting lips.

The blue stallion planted rich kisses down the back and side of Thunderlane's muscled back and neck, occasionally nibbling and biting the fur to get a powerful cry of joy. Thunderlane instinctively raised his flank higher, arching his back and moaning all the louder, but betraying a genuine tone of joy at the rutting, not just animalistic lust. The pair stayed like this more some time, Soarin' driving into Thunderlane like a lover, not a master. No words were said, just low cries of pleasure, until Thunderlane could take it no more.

The feeling of Soarin's rod, the sensation of pleasure along his wings, the feeling of warm kisses against his neck, and the grinding of his cock against the smooth floor had finally pushed him to his limit, and the stallion could feel himself approaching the point of no return.

"I, I, I'm...I'm cumming!" he yelled. It was followed by a loud shout as Thunderlane spurted a great blast of white seed beneath him, followed by another, and another, soaking his coal grey fur beneath him with his own fluids. The scent of another stallion's ejaculation was gold to Soarin's senses. He picked up the pace rapidly, yet still remained passionate and firm. With a final smack on his partner's rump, Soarin' drove forward.

"D-Damn, I, I'm gonna c..." Soarin's announcement was cut off by a powerful cry. The pale blue stallion rode out his orgasm, still pumping into Thunderlane's ass. Rope after thick rope of hot, rich, virile seed shot down Thunderlane's passage, coating his insides with sticky paste as Soarin' humped him wildly. It poured out of his penis with such pressure that there was no way that it could all stay inside the submissive little colt, and Thunderlane's balls were coated in Soarin's cum as it flowed out from his plot like syrup. Thunderlane shivered as he felt Soarin's seed drip out of him, and he hissed delightedly as Soarin' bit down on his neck hard, still refusing to stop thrusting, making sure that Thunderlane knew he was his property.

As the effects of Soarin's release faded, the blue pony looked down at his panting lover and smiled.

"S-So, how...how was it?"

Thunderlane just laughed faintly, turning round slowly and giving Soarin' a firm kiss on the lips.

"Better than I imagined..."

For a few moments the ponies lay there, relishing in the warmth and afterglow of their frenzied coupling, until Soarin' finally popped the question.

"So, um, I know this is a bit weird, especially after what just happened, but um...I was wondering if you would wanna hang out sometime? I mean, it's okay if you don't. I just thought that, after..."

"After having sex in a history class? Yeah, that is pretty weird. But, I, I think considering that you just popped my cherry, I haven't really got much choice do I?" said Thunderlane with a smile, and gave Soarin' one last peck on the lips. But all of the clarity that the lovemaking had made was shattered, when the classroom door opened...

Miss Horsefeather walked in, carrying her files under her wing and her glasses askew on her face. Her nose immediately inhaled the smell of sex; it was everywhere. On her desk, her board, and then he swivelled her gaze round to the two pegasus colts on the floor, who stared at her with completely petrified expressions.

"Fuck..." Soarin' muttered.

Author's Notes:

So, first shot at clop. How was it? Honestly. Yay or nay? What needs improving and what should I not do in future? I want your opinions, just so long as they are actually constructive. Remember, simply ripping the shit out of this won't help me to improve. Looking forward to your views, ponies.