Stupid, Sexy, Braeburn (Colt-Cuddling Clop)

Stupid Sexy Braeburn

>Morning has come
>The sun feels warm against your bare back
>The open window in your bedroom allows a cool draft, prickling your skin with goose-bumbs each time it breezes over you
>You sniff and turn your body so you’re facing over the width of your bed
>You see a tan stallion with his thick, rust colored mane sitting up against the back of your bed
>From under his cowboy hat, he smiles at you upon your awaking
>Removing his hat, he grins sweetly.
>“Rise and shine, loverboy~” he purrs and dangles his hat on the bedpost
>He watches you with those deep green eyes of his
>Your face flushes and you notice that, under the white bed sheets, he spotting a morningwood
>You don’t exactly remember what had happened the night before.
>You can still taste the whiskey on your tongue, along with the after-taste of sour apples
>pokerface. You consider your situation
“…Morning, Hayseed.”
>You mutter teasingly
>He snickers in that cute high pitched voice of his, “Waking up next to strange stallions? Shame on you!” He teases
“Hush now…”You lean over, “Sugarcube.”
>You rest your hand on his hoof and bump your nose against his.
>It forms into a kiss
>You remember where the taste of sour apples came from.
>The taste coats your lips as you suckle on his lower lip
>He holds you in his arms, firmly and warmly
>You feel his hoof slide smoothly up your back, sending shivers up your spine until he holds the back of your head
>He pulls you deeper into his kiss, gasping for breath slightly before he takes you in completely
>He nibbles oh so delicately on your upper lip and you press against his lips and kiss him, hungrily for another taste of that sour apple flavor
>You hand snakes to his shoulder and you trace a finger along his collarbone
>He knickers quietly and you move your lips to his cheek.
>Kiss him near his jaw and whisper softly into his floppy ear
“Who’s my silly pony?”
>He giggles softly, “That’d be me.”
>Your finger travels down his chest and begins to twirl his belly button
“Got some apples for me, Brae?”
>He rubs the back of your neck and leans against the back of the bed frame
>”Harvest season should be any day now.”
>You lick down the side of his to the nub while your finger travels in increasingly bigger circles, occasionally drifting to parts with thinner fur.
>He twitches ever slightly more the further down you get
“Good thing too…”
>The tip of your tongue dabbles against his soft flesh under his delicate pony fur. The taste of apples drives you crazy and dives you to lick more
>He snorts, his hot breath travels down the back of your neck and he grunts a bit
>Your hand is just circling above his ‘apple tree’, a few drops of ‘apple juice’ has dribbled at its base.
“I’m always in the mood for some apple pie in the morning.”
>You look up at him to see his deep blush, he’s watching your hand remove the bed sheets with a scrunched up nose
>You chuckle sweetly and lick the side of his snout.
>He shudders a bit and returns with a hungry kiss, sucking on your upper lips like he was trying to milk the pleasure form you
>You slowly grasp the base of stallionhood, your fingers tickling the fine veins as you work your way to the tip. You squeeze it gently between our thumb and index finger
>He shuts his eyes and arches his head back, letting loose a strained whimper
>With a satisfied smirk, you nip the side of his neck
>With your free hand you knead his apples with message his tip between your fingers
>“Aw, hell…” he groans while you rest your head beside his belly, feeling your boytoy buck slightly in your grip
>”Oh goddess…Anon…” He sputters out as he presses on the beck of your head, rubbing your scalp with marshmellowy hooves
“Who’s my silly pony?”
>You ask playfully. You lick the tip of his head. Still tastes like apples
>He gasps”I-I am…I’m your stupid, sexy, silly pony!”
>You chuckle again and lick just under his head
“Looks like harvest season is finally here, you gotta share, you gotta care~”
>You joke in a soft, sing-song voice.
>You kiss his tip sweetly. Then you lap his applejuice and take him in.
>Apple pie is the best thing ever

>….And that’s what I’d do if I found myself waking up beside Breaburn

>But hey, why stop there?

>Braeburn bites his lower lip and watches you
>he’s really cute when he squirms like that
>You message him in a steady rhythm.
>You free your hands, leaving it all up to your smooth tongue
>Your hands plant themselves on his flanks, rubbing the red apple cutie marks on each side.
>You gently press your thumbs into his flesh and hold him steady. You take him deeper and lift his light body closer
>He awkwardly attempts to hold himself up with his front legs
>He trembles in the odd position and mumbles, “You’re takin’ me fer quite the ride, aren’t you?”
>You silently grin and let him from your lips
>Then you pull his body closer to yourself
>He loses his footing and falls on his back, his ruffled mane splayed on the bed while he stares at the ceiling with a surprised blush
>You laugh softly as you crawl over him, straddling his legs around your hips and planting your arms just over his shoulders
>He holds his hooves over his chest he grins seductively at you. From between your arms, his eyes are practically glowing in the morning sun and his face flustered and sweaty
>You stare into those brilliant green eyes; they remind you of the leaves of an apple tree.
>How appropriate that you get to enjoy his apples
“I really wish you could see yourself as I see you right now, Hayseed,”
>You lower your head and press firm kiss on the tip of his nose. You can’t wipe that silly smile off your face,
“, Because you are just so damn adorable right now.”
>A broad, honest smile forms on his face, “I could say the same, loverboy.”
>You press your lips into his for a proper kiss. You taste his sweet breath as you let your tongue explore around with his.
>It’s almost as if you both were playing a game of rodeo within each other’s mouths
>You fold your arms so you rest on your elbows, you’re low enough that you press into each others chest.
>You can feel his pounding heart against yours
>You run your hands through his wiry mane, rough and firm, like the threads of a rope
>he pats around you chest and holds onto your shoulders with his hooves
>He holds you in a warm embrace around your neck, kissing you wholly and wrapping his legs around your waist
>You’ve been kissing for so long you’re practically out of breath by the time you pull away
>A string of saliva connects you two.
>He giggles shyly as it snaps and he licks it from his lips
>You return to lick his check and trail down his abdomen; you’re set on finishing what you started
>He smiles at you and spreads his legs apart, giving you full control
>You hold him tightly in both hands and after to licks to the tip, you suck him off, you’re tongue the finer points of his member
>He crosses his face and moans, hugging himself tightly, “Damn it…Oh, Anon…”
“mhm-hm?”
>”aw sh-…” You’re hum caught him by surprised and he lightly bucks against your tongue
>It’s cute to watch him squirm, you gladly remind yourself
>His eyes are shut tightly, he’s brought a hoof to his mouth and he biting down on it
>He won’t last much longer
>You consider your options on what to do when he climaxes. How fun, it’s like planning for a chess game.
>He huffs with each bob of your head and his breaths become increasingly drawn out
>”Shit,,,,” he curses quietly, “shhhh-“ he bites his hoof hard as his body tenses up, his member tightens up and twitches
>You try to catch as much of his load as you can but damn, he’s like a fountain. Must be a pony thing.
>Your effort is valiant but alas, a mess is unavoidable.
>After his orgasm calms down, Baeburn relaxes and flops his hooves over his head
>You let him go and spent stallionhood slaps against his sticky belly.
>You lick your lips slyly as you crawl above him
>You just notices you before you plant a kiss
>At first, his eyes shoot wide open; he tastes it for sure. Then they became half-lidded.
>He wraps around hooves around you once more as his eyes close and he practically takes over the deep kiss for himself.
>When you two finally break it off, you rest your forehead against his sweaty brow.
>He smiles sweetly at you, his face red and tired, “Thanks for that, sweetheart.”
>You nuzzle him and tighten your embrace
“Wouldn’t it be great if this could be a regular thing, Brae?”
>You casually ask.
>He just smiles at you and wipes his over your forehead, to behind your ear, and till he’s rubbing your chin.
>”It already is, Anon.”
>You two kiss again and become lost in each, blissfully unaware (and uncaring) that you’ll both need a shower before you think about stepping outside.
>What a good morning.

End.