Seamus woke to his partner snuggling against him, his wings over the alicorn and his own narrow hips being pressed between the other stallion’s legs, his hard morning wood throbbing against his back. The maroon colt felt a deep blush spread over his face and cheeks, setting them on fire when he was already struggling to contain himself. The pegasi’s member was rock hard and pressed to the small of his back leading to his hips, Sky’s hooves wrapped around his shoulders and his mane partially in Seamus’ face. Seamus had to think of something to do, the urge was nearly unbearable. Doing nothing sexually for three years and never having  sex ever before was adding up to an almost impossible lust that choked the alicorn, made his adrenaline spike and his wings strain to fly out into the open air. He reacted quickly, it was now or never.

“Sky.” He jostled his friend slightly, waking him.

Sky looked at his soon-to-be lover and smiles contentedly, still unaware of the situation. “Oh, hey Sea.” He mumbled sleepily, smiling softly. “When did you get up?”

“Umm… just now.” Seamus stuttered, his cheeks still flushed a rosy red. “Could you get off me?”

“Why…” Sky grinned. “Why can’t I be like this?”

Seamus looked at Sky and nearly fainted. He had the look in his eyes, his lids fluttering at him, his wings half erect and he sure was erect against Seamus’ side.  The alicorn could feel his soul-mates’ heartbeat through it, every wavering thud sent a jolt through him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. This was perfect. Well… almost perfect. There was something strange about the texture of the pegasi’s head….

“S-so are you saying that…” Seamus stuttered; it was too good to be true, the other stallion was finally going to do this to him. “You’ll… let me…”

Sky nodded, tucking his mane behind his ear as he did so. He had a smile of pure joy on his mare-ish face, his pine-scented breathe filling the air with an amazingly sweet, perfume-like musk. Seamus let out a breathe, his smelled of cinnamon, like a dough-and-sugar-filled pastry, just as sweet to taste, too. Sky rolled away from Seamus and did something that puzzled the other colt, he jumped off the bed and went into the washroom,  his tight, muscular flanks bobbing rhythmically with each step, beckoning the alicorn to follow. Seamus leapt down and headed into the washroom to find Sky holding a razor in his teeth. The alicorn halted and gave him a wary look.

“Sky… what do you want me to do…?” He asked, curious, but not afraid.

“I think that we should shave ourselves, it will be better that way.” Sky winked mischievously, the straight blade reflecting the alicorns’ estranged expression.

“Why? I don’t want to put a razor in that… particular place….” He tried to explain without perturbing his to-be lover. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I do… I just don’t see the use.”

Sky rolled his eyes and advanced towards him slowly, using simple movements as to not alarm his friend.  “Look, just let me do this and then we can do what you want, okay?”

Seamus had just nodded when he felt shaving cream lathered over his nether, the cool, chilling foam made him feel wrong, but he tolerated it, especially since he knew this was coming next. Sky massaged him gently, coaxing his length out of it’s sheathe. Seamus whimpered and began to move when he lost  his self-control and slid out, the breeze from Sky’s breathe causing him to whimper again. Sky stared in wonder at his lover’s thick, moist member.

“Sea… wow…” He whispered. “I don’t think that… I.. um…” He trailed off, but began to draw the razor down the alicorn’s shaft, removing the bristles and other excess from it, leaving it shiny and the same color as his coat, red. Sky then slid the razor over his base, leaving it so smooth it was like the skin of a newborn. Sky sighed and wiped a bead of perspiration from his forehead, being this close to his muse was causing him to sweat, that and the constant focus this required was nerve-racking. He moved on to his sack next, tugging at Seamus’ skin and then drawing it down the then taught, slick scrotum. He sighed once he was done, now was the worst/ best part. He rubbed his partner’s side and said, as softly and as comforting as he could.

“Sea, I need you to spread your  legs.” He was caressing the other colt’s flank now, calming him.

Seamus did as he was asked and widened his stance, closing his eyes as to not worry himself. A dab of the shaving cream was ran from the base of his scrotum all the way to his anus, causing him to wince, but not become afraid. He trusted his friend completely as the pegasi touched up a line from the base of his sack to his ring, clearing a circle in the fur around it, leaving it puckered and pink. Seamus smiled as Sky took a step back and surveyed his work.

There.” Sky chirped happily and skipped to the front where his to-be lover could see him. “Now you do me.”

Seamus cast a spell and all the fur he wanted just fell away from his partner, leaving his loins perfectly smooth, the stubble cut closer than any razor could ever get. Sky just gave him a sour look and said.

“I wanted you to do it the normal way.” He grumbled, annoyed. “I wanted that to be special.”

“Sorry.” Seamus looked away, unable to stare the perturbed pegasi in the face. “Are you mad?”

“No, Sea, you know that I can’t get mad at you.” He sighed, letting his irritation dissipate. “Let’s get back on the bed, Okay?”

Seamus was only too happy to oblige to his friend‘s request. He ran in and leapt onto the springy mattress, Sky soon following him, nearly crashing into him in the process. The pegasus settled down like a cat would, pacing a circle, finding a spot, pace some more, then finally laying down. Seamus went to move towards him, but Sky shook his head and gestured to the bedside table.

“I’d like some wine, please.” He asked in his soft voice.

Not even a moment later did a large bottle of vintage appear and was poured into two ornate crystal glasses. Seamus levitated the glass to his lips, just to have  it snatched away by the other playful colt. Sky held it out and the alicorn leaned forward, playing along. The pegasus put the glass to his partners lips, letting him take a long draft from the sweet, savory wine. Sea broke away and conjured a smorgasbord of food, buns, whiskeys, rolls, pancakes dripping with syrup and butter, cupcakes, pies, and more. It lay in between them, them. Sky grinned and giggled like a foal.

“Really? You’re bringing food into this?” He chuckled, “Is your stomach all you worry about?”

  Seamus turned away, blushing. “Um… we could not do the food thing if you don’t want to…”

“I’m not really mad, Sea.” He sighed again, reliving the stallion greatly.

The pegasus rolled his eyes again and picked up a cinnamon bun, the sweet pastry covered in sugar and coated in the melted spice. He kept his eyes locked and Seamus as he took a long bite, chewing slowly, his eyelids fluttering seductively. Seamus wanted him to make the first move, he wanted him to pounce on him, let the other pegasus bite into him like a sweet caramel apple… or that sugar-coated cinnamon bun. He wanted to have his cinnamon bun bitten like that…

“Sky… I’d like a cinnamon bun…” He giggled, inching closer.

“Sky caught on and grinned. He put the cinnamon bun on his chest, inviting his friend over with a flick of his tail.

Seamus pounced on the other colt and kissed him lovingly, his mouth tasting of cranberry wine, his tongue snaking down Sky’s throat,  caressing his tonsils and petting his side passionately. He ran his hooves over the pegasi’s wings and massaged the base of the muscles, making Sky moan in his euphoria. The alicorn broke from the stallions lips and snaked down to the cinnamon bun, eyeing it lustfully. He looked farther down and licked a line all the way up his chest, lingering on his nipple and just over the nape of his neck. Sky whimpered and wrapped his arms around Seamus, beckoning him closer. Seamus snapped up the pastry with a playful chuckle.

“Sea… I hear something.” Sky gasped.

Seamus separated from him and perked his ears, then, hearing nothing looked back down at Sky. “I don’t hear anything. Must have been the wind.”

The alicorn leaned close to kiss him again, but Sky turned away. The colt wound up kissing the stallion’s nose, sticking his tongue in his mucus-filled nostril. Sky gave him a look and laughed out loud, snorting into Seamus’ mouth. The colt separated with a blush, feeling ridiculous. Sky smiled for a moment longer, then decided to alleviate his embarrassment. He leaned close and pressed his nose to the colt’s mouth, smiling, giggling coltishly. (ß It‘s a word, look it up.)

“Sky, what are you doin-… mmmmmmm….mmm…” Seamus moaned and made out with the stallion’s nose, the latter suppressing the urge to laugh from the strange sensation of having his friend stick his tongue in his nostril.

Seamus broke and shook his head, his blush the deepest rosy red. “Ummm… that was a little weird….” He averted his face to hide his flustered expression.

“Oh, you can make out with my nose whenever you want.” He giggled, running his hooves through his partner’s silky mane.

“Sky, you are so weird.” Seamus commented, shaking his head. “Did you actually like that?”

The pegasi ran his back leg up the inside of  the alicorn’s thigh, a gasp emanating from the latter. “Sea, you can do anything you want to do to me with your tongue….”

Seamus blushed again, exciting the pegasus even more. Suddenly Sky was on his back, pressing his plot against the other colt’s sheathe and swaying left and right, to and fro rhythmically. Seamus gasped at the contact and felt the immediate urge to buck against him, but exercised control. He bit his bottom lip and looked up to the ceiling.

“I thought we would take this slow.” He gasped, trying not to unsheathe… if he did he wouldn’t stop until he was satisfied.

“Sorry, but I need it now. I can’t do this anymore. There will never be a better moment. We’re alone and Fluttershy is probably still asleep. I’m here and I want you… let’s just do it now….”

Seamus argued with himself. They had saved themselves for each other so long, maybe they should keep waiting for that perfect moment. But he was here, now, and he couldn’t resist. He unsheathed, his long 15 inches rubbing against Sky’s flank. Sky smiled and resumed his swaying motion, bringing a soft sigh to escape the alicorn. He couldn’t take it. He let himself fall back and offer his rear to Sky, closing his eyes, submitting to his urges. He couldn’t wait for the pegasus to take the hint, so he gasped and shook impatiently, sweat running down him, his entire coat was slick with the perspiration. He wanted it so badly, he nearly fainted as he held his breathe.

“Um… Sea, I’d like it if I was on the bottom…” Sky asked, scuffing a hoof on the bed sheet.

“Bu-………… okay.” Seamus hopped back onto his friend and began to move behind him, but then noticed that his partner wasn’t in the least bit excited, he was still sheathed.

Seamus pushed him over and, using his height as an advantage, pinned the stallion. Sky bit his lip as the alicorn stuck his tongue into his sheathe, his soft pink tongue rolling around inside the insensitive skin, lingering on the his unresponsive, cauterized head. Sky looked down and wanted to shoot himself. He had to tell him. He needed to know the truth. It was time to tell his lover his secret, the one he had kept from the alicorn to make sure he would love him for him and nothing else.

“Sea, stop.” Sky sighed, perfectly calm, not excited at all.

Seamus separated from him with a sloppy trail of spit and wet popping noise, smiling happily. He looked up at the pegasus, his wings flaring straight in the air and his horn sparking profusely. Sky wrapped his back hooves around the colt’s neck and put his front on his cheeks, directing his gaze right into his eyes.

“Unsheathe me.” He commanded; Seamus’ horn flashed and it was done.

The alicorn tilted his head to the side, puzzled. He felt a heartbeat through his friend’s member, as he had when he had been sleeping, but now it was flaccid, lifeless against his neck. Sky let go of Seamus, who looked down at his  lover and gasped. Sky was hard now, but not because of any physical stimulation. The entire length was cauterized and blackened, the skin taken and burnt to assure no sensation in the area. The alicorn turned to the stallion and nearly cried, a tear stuck in his amethyst eye.

“You… can’t… feel me?” He sniffed, fighting the urge to wail is frustration and to the world.

“Well… vaguely.” Sky admitted. “But I still remember when it was so sensitive that all it would take was a poke and I would go off.” He smiled nostalgically. “Remember the time I had a wet dream on you, when it was about you? That was awkward….”

Seamus didn’t want to remember, or reminisce, he wanted to cure his friend of his ailment. Seamus seized Sky’s length and put his horn to it, chanting quickly. The pegasus looked down questioningly, trying to pull the alicorn away from his task.

“Sea, It’ no use. It’s done.” The stallion sighed without hope.

Seamus continued, his chanting growing more and more frenzied, frantic in his haste. He was soon speaking so fast it scared Sky, his eyes were rolling into his head and his horn was glowing a strange black. A sudden flash lit the room and Sky nearly screamed. It was so agonizing he wanted to tear gashes in Seamus’ skin, but he bore through and let out his held breathe, the pain being replaced with pleasure. Seamus was sucking at his length, clenching the head with the back of his throat, the occasional drop of saliva leaking out onto his sack. Sky almost went off right then and there, but the alicorn stopped and slithered up his chest until they were yet again face to face.

“Better?” The alicorn asked, tears still in his purple eyes.

Sky responded by grinding his hips against his, their blue and red members pushed to each other, bumping, sticking, and rubbing, the heat from each other made them both pant heavily as they stared into each others’ eyes. Seamus  did the strangest thing then, he stuck his nose into the pegasi’s mouth, a smile tweaking his lips upward. Sky took the hint and gladly began to explore the inside of his friend’s nose with his tongue, tickling his lover’s sinus with a grin. They really started then.

They began to move in harmony with each other, Seamus opened his mouth and began to pant louder, whimpering and grinding as much as he could, his hips moving so fast the momentum he produced shook the bed and moved Sky with each return. Sky felt it before his mind figured it out, so he grabbed Seamus, stopping him on the edge of his climax. A spurt of precum shot out onto their rods, coating them in the alicorn’s seed.

“Sea…” Sky smiled and petted his friend‘s mane, caressing his cheek with the other hoof. “You are a good little colt, you know that? You know what good little colts get?”

Seamus tilted his head to he side curiously, not understanding what Sky was playing towards. The pegasi took the hint and wrestled himself out from under the alicorn. The stallion walked across the mattress slowly and picked up a pint of warm syrup, sticky and viscous, yet still sweet and savory.  

“Good little fillies get treats…” Sky winked at him with his electric blue eyes.  “Do want a treat?”

Seamus nodded eagerly and lay down to let the pegasus do as he wished. Sky poured a line of the warm liquid on his member and stomach, wetting his fur and running slowly down his shaft, some already trailing out onto his sack, caressing the sensitive skin with it’s sticky goodness. Sky began to lap up the syrup, licking happily at the alicorn’s scrotum. Seamus wriggled in pleasure as his friend rolled his jewels between his lips, caressing each one with his tongue to remove all the viscous maple extract.

“Oh… Sky…” He panted, his eyes closed and tongue lolling out of his mouth. “That feels amazing…”

Sky began to move up his shaft , wrapping his tongue around his lover’s member and sliding upwards, pulling the skin over his head and the biting the skin and pushing it back over the flaring tip. After two minutes of this Seamus was making the noises that a pleased desperate puppy makes, a whimpering, whining sound, begging for a release. He bit his bottom lip as a tear spilled out onto the sheets and was quickly absorbed.  

“Yes! Gods! Sky I can’t take it anymore! Please! I love you!” He sobbed desperately, hot tears now freely running down his cheeks.

Sky switched positions, turning Seamus over and pouring syrup all over his 11 inches, lubricating it so he wouldn’t hurt this lover. The alicorn put his flanks in the air, his body was ready and he wanted nothing more than to have Sky’s thick, swollen member meet his lips and push into him. He wanted to feel every inch of his natural length, every bump, groove and crease in his loins, stretching him, sheathing his juicy navy-blue head into his anus. The alicorn cried out loudly like a lost foal in his impatience, his face a shade of pink from holding his breathe in preparation.

Sky mounted his lover and parted his cheeks with his front hooves, stretching the skin in the virgin alicorn’s loins. Seamus let out a scream as the pegasi’s head slid in, his ring crushing the deep-blue head and causing a gasp to emanate from Sky, who spread Seamus’ legs and leaned over him, planting his hooves on either side of the alicorn, pushing farther into him. At last he was in, completely buried all the way to his meaty hilt in the stallion, so Sky stopped, sweating and breathing like a winded cheetah, flexing occasionally to get he feel of what exactly the inside of Seamus felt like.

Sky put his hoof under the alicorn’s chin and asked airily. “Can I have your horn?” The colt nodded, he would do anything for the stallion.

The alicorn himself was bawling like a foal in pure joy. He’d dreamt about this for years and now he was here, his partner inside him, his heart beating into his and his prostate squeezed between his insides and the colt’s smooth as butter skin. He let out a triumphant, very feminine scream when Sky thrust into him, gaining momentum as he sucked at Seamus‘ horn, savoring the burst of ecstasy that rushed through him as the alicorn poured magic into his mouth, reducing him to a weakened, hypersensitive magical addict.

“Yes! Sky I’m so close!” He panted. “A little to the OH!” Seamus had the wind knocked out of him when the stallion found his sweet spot, just beyond his prostate in a little flap of flesh he didn‘t know existed.

Sky thrust into this niche, Seamus squeaking and panting under him. Moving in complete harmony with the other stallion. Sky twisted and moved side to side every now and again, resulting in a muffled scream from the alicorn, who cried into the sheets as his lover thrust into his cavity. Soon, though, his thrusts became more frenzied, more and more rapid as he glided in and out of his lover. Seamus knew it was time to let go. He was so close that it was mind-destroying to hold on any longer.

Fluttershy ran into the room and stopped, her vision focusing on their plots and how one colt was mounting the other, the others seed leaking out of him in a long strand of hot cum steaming, almost boiling in the open air. Sky was too busy climaxing himself to notice her and closed his eyes. He bit the alicorn’s horn instinctively and let a tear run from his cheek, down the spiraling horn and onto the alicorn’s cheek, which then flowed out onto the bed. She was paralyzed, she didn’t know what to do, she was in shock. She felt like fainting, but she was too numb to do even that. She just watched as the two basked in their afterglows, each just holding each other tight and listening to the other’s heart beat.

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