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>>19907996
Pi.
I want to cum your inside.
>>19907996
I want to cum inside Soarin.
>>19907996
>>19907996
To wrap my lips around your fat meaty horsecock and swallow your sweet, delicious seed.
>>19908210
I want to be dicked by soarin.
>>19908526
>you will never feel his weight on your back as he wraps his arms around your chest, and nibbles your ear while you serve as his ever-loving cock sock
>>19907996
I'll suck your dick if you stay away from my waifu.
>>19907996
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oroEOMskgEI
>You are Anon
>And you feel like you got hit by a fucking bus.
>Your eyelids crack open, blinking a few times as they adjust to the morning light.
>The sickly yellow ceiling is the first thing you see as you enter the world of the waking.
>It's probably the thing you hate most about your apartment.
>It looked like shit when you first got here, stained with dark blotches from years of smoking and patched countless times.
>Just looking at it makes you nauseous.
>Well, even more nauseous. If that were possible.
>Thirst seems to dominate your thoughts.
>Your head sinks into the warm, sweaty, pillow.
>The room stinks of stale alcohol.
>A forest of green and amber beer bottles crowd the top of your nightstand, all empty or just about.
>But above all you feel…heavy? Like you're weighed down, as if the covers were made of lead.
>Looking down, your vision is filled with electric blue.
>Funny, you don't remember own blue sheets.
>In your hungover stupor, you realize it isn't a sheet at all, but fine threads of feathered hair.
>There, nestled up against your chest, is a sky blue pony, a stallion.
>It takes you a moment, but you soon recognize the form curled up against you.
>You could never mistake that face.
>It's Soarin.
>Soarin, your best friend, is in your bed. On top of you.
>Shit.
>>19909017
>kiss him
>>19908615
>you will never lick his rear all over
>you will never gently pound his ponut as you come in bliss
>you will never cuddle with him after all this
>>19909017
>True, Soarin was your friend.
>But you're not exactly sure how the two of you ended up poured into bed like this.
>You're not into stallions and as far as you knew, Soarin wasn't either.
>So this definitely isn't normal, for either of you.
>Yet here the two of your are.
>Rubbing your temples, you attempt to give it some thought to how you ended up here.
>All you can remember at the moment is you and your athletic friend had gone out.
>Your legs and feet ache, perhaps the sign of a lot of walking.
>Nothing comes to mind, however.
>And your distracted by the fact your best friend is cuddling you to say the least.
>What happened? Did you just fall asleep together? Or did...something else happen?
>You sit up, rubbing your eyes and trying to make sense of the situation.
>The stallion's face is crackled in a contented smile.
>He stirs, gently, suddenly rubbing his face up against your bare chest affectionately, his mane brushing by your chin.
>You aren't sure how to respond, frozen into indecision.
>He seems to respond to your sudden movements by drawing both of his hooves around you tightly.
>Consider he's all ready a pretty heavy boy, you can't move, even if you wanted to.
>"Nuuuuu. No practice today, Spits. It's Saaaaturday."
>He croons, his voice is cracked and dry.
>In fact, he doesn't seem to have any idea where he is.
>By Spits, you're guessing he means Spitfire.
>You had always known Soarin had a crush on her, but you're a far-cry from that fiery pegasus.
>Soarin settles again, snoozing once more on your form.
>He looks so…peaceful.
>You give your head a brisk shake, trying to throw off your alcohol-induced sluggishness as well as any odd thoughts about your friend.
>Realizing that this will only get more awkward, you decide you must break his little fantasy.
>Gently, you shake his shoulder, trying your best not to startle him.
>"Um, Soarin?"
>>19909477
>The stallion blinks cutel-
>No, not cutely. What are you even saying?
>Your word choice aside, Soarin's eyelids flutter a bit as he wakes, that goofy smile still etched into his face.
>"Mmm?"
>He lifts his head so that his eyes meet yours.
>His look of contentment lasts for longer than you expect, before his entire face pulls into one of shock, all the peacefulness rushing out.
>Falling onto his back, he scoots away from you, scurrying in panic.
>But he misjudges just how big the bed actually is and topples off of it.
>The impact shakes the room like someone dropped a barbell on the floor.
>A wayward beer bottle topples off the nightstand and shatters, strewing glass in a hundred different directions.
>As for Soarin, all you can see are his hind legs over the bed's edge.
>Quickly, however, he rights himself and soon you can see him claw his way up onto the bed.
>You sit there, naked, as he looks you over with squinting, tired eyes.
>"A-anon?"
>Considering he literally woke up just seconds ago, that's understandable.
>His face begins to turn a bright shade of scarlet.
>"What are you doing in my bed, man? That's not cool."
"You were the one necking me. And it's my bed."
>Soarin's eyes flicker again before he begins to take notice of the room.
>It takes a few more seconds than you would think for it to dawn on him that it is, in fact, your apartment and not his.
>Like he's trying to decipher a complex math problem.
>Finally, however, he seems to understand exactly where he is.
>"Oh. Yeah, you're right."
>>19907996
i want towearyoursuit
>>19909768
>>19909768
take care of his morning wood for him
>>19909768
>He rubs his face with his hooves, trying to throw off the discombobulation.
>"Still, man. That's kinda weird. Are you coming on to me? I thought you knew I wasn't into stallions?"
"I'm not either. Honestly, I just woke up and you were there."
>Soarin looks noticeably uncomfortable and seems to be focused on anything in the room but you.
>His eyes don't meet yours, determined to keep this conversation from getting too personal.
>"Huh. Well, I mean, you know me, Anon. I won't judge."
>You begin to retort, but you choke on your answer.
>He was the one getting frisky with YOU, not the other way around.
>If anything, he's the weird one! Right?
>Before you're able to generate a salvo, Soarin trots to the door.
>"I'm gonna use your shower. That cool with you?"
>You give the slightest of nods and he gives you his typical spry grin, before disappearing through the doorway.
>"Awesome! I'll be out in a bit!"
>You're about to call out and stop him, ask him to come back and help you figure this all out.
>But you don't, knowing that might just make everything worse.
>You sit there in the musty room, confused and oddly, a little lonely.
>>19910273
Thumbs up for bromance
>>19910273
>You are Soarin.
>And you might have just slept with your best friend.
>Slamming the bathroom door behind you, you finally allow yourself a moment of reprieve.
>Your body slides down it and you find yourself in a heap upon the floor.
>Worry begins to set in, despite how convincing your display back in the bedroom might have been.
>Shit, did you actually sleep with Anon?
>Even if you told him you're not into stallions, it wasn't entirely the truth.
>Though, it wasn't exactly a lie either.
>You were mostly into mares, that much you were very confident about.
>But the thought of Anon and you?
>You had thought about it. Once. A handful of times.
>Okay. You had thought about it a lot.
>However, you did not dare tell Anon that.
>You weren't in any hurry to lose your best friend by bringing up those sorts of feelings.
>Anxiously, you begin to work up a plan, something you can say to work your way out of this jam.
>But the alcohol has done a serious number on your ability to think.
>You were never an intelligent stallion, but a few beers have the tendency to make you feel exceptionally dumb.
>Getting up from the floor, you reach the shower and fiddle with the knob, using your hoof to spin it.
>The water springs forth from the nozzle at the top in a gurgle, sputtering to life.
>Hot, hot, as hot as you can make it.
>>19910577
Got some homework to do. Shouldn't take long. Back in a bit.
>>19910577
This is a good story so far. Please continue it.
>>19910577
Good to see you picked back up on this ebin dredd, writefag.
Okay, homework is done. Back to writefagging.
>>19911281Excellent
>>19911281
Cool
>>19911281
welcome back. and thank you!
I want to snuggle Soarin
>>19910577
>The hot water streams down your form and after a few moments, you begin to feel a little more relaxed.
>At least relaxed enough to think clearly.
>You feel your forehead bump against the cool tile wall.
>Still a little hazy, you use it to proper yourself up, seeing as how your legs aren't doing a very good job at the moment.
>Shit, what have you done?
>You were a Wonderbolt, for Celestia's sake!
>Tough, fearless, always in control.
>So why does the idea of sleeping with Anon make you this nervous?
>Instead, you feel like a foal.
>But it had been so nice. Slowly you were allowing yourself to admit that you had enjoyed it.
>Warm and safe with your friend's arms. His smell, the way his skin felt on your face. >What was so wrong about that?
>As the water continues to pour down your body, you feel the beginnings of arousal taking hold.
>You got used to having these episodes a long time ago.
>At first, you tried to stop them. Dismissed them as colthood imaginings and not much else.
>Now, though, you let them flow freely.
>You can feel the skin of your shaft tighten as it stiffens and your sac begins to draw up toward your body.
>Shit, how did it get like this?
>>19911598
>Anon isn't just your best friend. He's one of the few you have.
>A lot of stallions simply tolerated you. Anon accepted you.
>Sure, he was a little out of place too, being human and all.
>But you never felt more appreciated and understood.
>Many nights of drinking, playing video games and training together proved that.
>Hey, yeah!
>Anon had never really judged you before, why would he do it now?
>Anon seemed a little weirded out back there, but he didn't seem mad.
>That was a good sign, right?
>Right?
>Instinctively, you run a hoof up your member, which is still a bit flaccid.
>It's hard to get it up like this, but you need it or else you'll never calm down.
>You wonder if Anon is thinking about you.
>You are Anon.
>And you might have slept with your best friend.
>Drifting through the kitchen in a funk, you attempt to prepare breakfast.
>Bachelorhood has taught you how to prepare some modest meals, but your mind is not on your work.
>You always keep hay in the house for when Soarin comes over.
>Laying a generous pile on the plate, you upturn a ketchup bottle and begin to smother the plate with it. How the fuck does he eat this?
>Your hands feel feeble, like they're unable to grip anything properly.
>For some reason, Soarin's words play over and over again in your mind.
>His reaction actually has you kind of disappointed.
>When he woke up and saw you, he seemed repulsed.
>Ordinarily, that wouldn't bother you. But it does.
>The look on his face is what gets you the most.
>You're trying really hard not to be bitter.
>Was that weird?
>>19911900
>No, not really.
>It wasn't weird, that is.
>You clumsily push the plate into the microwave, punch a few buttons and then fall back into your chair, as if the act took all your strength to complete.
>Man, you need to hit the gym. Or stop drinking so much.
>But it's unclear whether it's the hangover that's bothering you, or if you're actually upset that Soarin doesn't think of you in the same way.
>The clock ticks incessantly on the wall, as if mocking you.
>A tinny sound of water coursing through the plumbing lets you know he's still in the shower.
>Knowing him he's probably pissing in your sink and borrowing your toothbrush.
>So while you wait, you sit there, feeling numb and a bit unsure.
>Were you actually attracted to Soarin?
>You're not sure how you feel about stallions, but Soarin wasn't exactly homely.
>That much you can admit. He was an athlete and in terrific shape.
>There were plenty of qualities you could admire about your Wonderbolt friend.
>You chuckle to yourself as you imagine him in his little flightsuit.
>Hair combed back.
>All taut and sleek and…
>Your hands comes up to your face as you bury yourself in them.
>What the fuck are you going to tell Soarin?
>What the fuck are you going to tell Anon?
>You finished cleaning up awhile ago, but you leave the shower running.
>Right now, you're milking for time.
>Staring into the bathroom mirror, you try to form some semblance of a plan.
>You see slits under your eyes and you know just how uncertain you look.
>Just tell him? Too direct. Could spook him.
>Bring this up another time? No, this seems like the best time to get it out in the open.
>If not now then when?
>Fuck it, you'll figure it out. Some of your best performances have come from improvising.
>This was sort of the same thing. Kind of.
>>19911504
Snuggle Soarin you shall.
>>19912308
>You turn the shower off and leave the bathroom.
>Your hooves seem to drag on, never quite getting as far you want.
>At the entrance to the bedroom, you notice the bed has been made and the broken glass has been picked up off the floor.
>But there's no Anon to be seen.
>Curiously you poke your head into the room, scanning for your human friend.
>Did he leave?
>In the distance, however, you hear a shrill dinging sound, like a bell.
>You know Anon's apartment well enough to surmise it came from the kitchen.
>Carefully, you begin to trot in that direction.
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>You pull the plate of food out of the microwave as it announces itself with that senseless
>The sound of Soarin shutting of the shower fills you with a sense of…something.
>At first it seems like dread. But it soon gives way to something else. Perhaps excitement.
>Soarin rounds the corner and into the kitchen, looking refreshed. He picks at his ear with his hoof and twisting it.
"Took you long enough. I thought you fucking drowned."
>He chuckles at your banter, before returning it with his own smart-ass comment.
>"I didn't think you owned a shower, dude. Considering the way you smell."
>You smile at him from your chair and pull the one next to it out from under the table, inviting him to sit down.
>He trots over and upon seeing the plate of food you've prepared for him, beams.
>"No way! You made breakfast for your old buddy?"
"What else am I going to do with hay?"
>He scoffs light-heartedly and starts pressing his face onto the plate.
>"Seriously, man. Don't knock it until you've tried it."
>>19912738
>Second paragraph, first line should be "senseless chime."
Need to take a quick shower, but while I do that, lemme ask. Is this split-perspective confusing anybody? I'm trying to make it clear who is speaking, but hopefully I'm not throwing anybody off.
Also, anyone opposed to Soarin receiving this time around? I'm sort of partial to it right now.
>>19912786
i like it
>>19912786
Have an great shower. try not to think of any soaring ponies joining you.
loving it!
please keep up the great story
>>19912786
The constant shifting is a *little* jarring, but not confusing. My advice would be to keep a perspective for longer before shifting, and basically try not to shift more than necessary.
And Soarin receiving is good.
>>19912786
Shifting is fine, as far as I'm concerned.
And all we ever see is the pone on the receiving end, so I'd be up for seeing things change for once.
Stuck on plebeian timezone so got to sleep now, hopefully the threads still up in the morning.
>>19912935
we will try to keep it alive
>>19912935
>>19912942
I'm not OP in case you were worried, just hoping to see the story finish in the morning
>>19912935
Yeah, sorry for not getting to the sex a little earlier. I kind of hoped to start it literally after they wake up but figured it might feel stupidly forced. Probably could have fixed that by making Anon and Soarin gay from the start.
Am I the only Anon left who isn't solely interested in greentexts that involve the dicking?
>>19913118
I did one where Anon visits Soarin in the hospital. No clop, just bros being bros. I'll dump it soon.
>>19912738
>His face emerges covered in ketchup, which his tongue finds a way to scoop in.
>"Hey, Anon, about, um, back there."
>Soarin tosses his head toward your bedroom, his hair bouncing a bit in delay.
>You nod, trying your best not to overreact to anything he might say next.
>"Not to get weird or anything. Like I said, I'm not into stallions. But if I were…"
>You brace yourself and suddenly find your palms are gripping the side of your chair in an attempt to remain as calm as possible.
>"I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but you'd be one of my first choices."
>You nod, not really knowing how to respond. Out of pure habit, you say the only thing that comes to mind.
"Thanks."
>Should you take that as a compliment? Somehow it feels like you just got friendzoned. By your best friend. Was that even possible?
"Likewise, I guess."
>He nods slowly and suddenly the kitchen is plunged into an uncomfortable silence.
>Soarin toys with his food a bit, but it's clear he's just doing it to stall for time.
>He chews and raises his hoof to bump your fist nonchalantly.
>You reciprocate, but half-heartedly. Despite your best attempt to not make it seem like a big deal, it shows.
>He essentially told you he'd date you, but he won't.
>Somehow, that feels even worse.
>Your gaze falls into your lap, ashamed.
>But, then, you notice something...
>>19913184
"Hey, Soarin?"
>He pushes his empty plate away and sighs happily, hooves going behind his head in a very suave pose.
>"Yeah?"
"You feeling okay?"
>His brow furrows and looks left and right in quick succession, suddenly shifty.
>"Yeah...why wouldn't I be?"
>You take a deep breath and try to find the words needed to explain yourself.
"I don't want to call you a liar, dude."
>Now he just looks angry. He suddenly aborts his cool pose and sits up straight.
>"Liar? What would I be lying about?"
"That you're not into stallions."
>Soarin pushes himself away from the table, the chair scraping along the floor noisily as he stands up. He grits his teeth as he stands there, defiantly.
>"I told you I'm not."
"I don't think that's true."
>"Well why not?!"
>You sigh and roll your eyes. You avert your gaze as he rises in apprehension, before pointing your finger at his waist.
"Because you have a boner."
>>19913300
I was not prepared to laugh as hard as I did.
>>19913300
>Soarin freezes and with painstaking slowness, looks down between his legs.
>Lo and behold, he does.
>The poor stallion places a forehoof over his hefty erection, but it's long past the point of concealment.
>His entire face is flush with humiliation, reddening.
>Defensively, he turns around and looks over his shoulder, sneering at you.
>"So?! You would know, dude, guys get boners for no reason all the time!"
>You eyebrow pops up. Even he knows what a poorly-formed excuse that is.
>Rising from your chair, you walk a few steps over to your mortified friend, who is now sitting on the floor, deflated.
>Once close enough, you go to a knee and hold him, clutching him around his barrel.
>Surprisingly, he doesn't fight you, allowing himself to be pulled into your grasp, the soft and yet muscular wings fluttering against you.
"Soarin, do you like me?"
>The pegasus turns his head and reveals that he's beginning to cry.
>A bead of moisture runs down his cheek and his eyes get narrow, face contorting in emotional anguish.
>Biting his lip, his head bobs up and down in a sad, desperate nod.
"I see…"
>The little stallion looks utterly destroyed, his smile and determin-
>Nevermind.
>It's all the more of a shock to him then, when you lift him up into your arms.
"Good."
>>19913498
damn, thought this would go the way of rejection but still friends.
or threesome with spitroastedfire
>>19913538
> spitroastedfire
>>19913538
You wanted to see Anon reject Soarin? Or other way around?
>Spitfire
Next time?
>>19913592
Anon rejecting Soarin' could be pretty feel-worthy.
>>19913648
This is not the place for feels.Perhaps another time.
>>19913498
>He struggles slightly, squirming as you pick him up and carry him out of the kitchen.
>Eventually, he surrenders and drapes his head over your shoulder.
>"I always w-wanted to tell you, m-man."
>His words get caught in between sniffles and you stroke his well-kept mane adoringly with your hand.
>That softens him and soon, Soarin is a quivering pile of need in your arms.
"I know, I know."
>"Do you, you know, um-"
"I like you too, Soarin."
>He springs up, taking your face in his hands and pressing his muzzle to the bridge of your nose. His eyes take up your entire field of vision as he exclaims.
>"Dude! F-for r-real?! "
"Really."
>It's not like you had planned on this ever happening, but, it's the truth.
>You can actually feel his pulse quicken in your grip and his hooves link around your neck, trying to meld into you, to somehow be closer than you all ready are.
>Stopping in the doorway of the bedroom, you let Soarin down on the bed, >Although he's remiss to leave your embrace, he dutifully lies prone, revealing the dark-blue skin of his most masculine places.
>"Are you okay with this? I mean, trust me, last thing I want to do is force you into something you're not, like, ready for."
>You shrug as you quietly take off your clothes, something Soarin doesn't have to deal with.
"Hard to think about turning back now, buddy."
>With that, he gets a determined look on his face, raising his haunches in the air and waving them side to side in temptation.
>"Then gimme."
>>19913648
I mean, I thought it was kind of obvious from the start they'd end up together. I'm always down for feels, though. Maybe later.
>taking your face in his hands and pressing his muzzle to the bridge of your nose
Whose perspective is this? It's awkward to read.
>>19913775
Shit, you're right. It's still Anon. That should be hooves.
>>19913728
>On your knees, you approach an eagerly awaiting Soarin.
>His cock has folded out from the tender flesh that guards it.
>Wow. He really, really wants you.
>Your hand timidly reaches underneath him and takes a soft hold, delicately.
>You've never done this before, but you know enough about your own parts that it comes naturally.
>Slowly, you work your hand into a groove, slipping back and forth over your friend's blade.
>"Nng!"
>He makes soft grunts as you tend to him, all little signs of encouragement and approval.
>Adroitly, your fingers play a tune on Soarin's length, causing it to harden rapidly in your grasp. The dark blue flesh throbs at your touch, easily working the stallion up.
>"Mnn, come on, man. Don't t-tease…"
>Your own hungers become apparent and looking down you see that your own arousal has caught up to you while you weren't paying attention.
>Soarin looks over his shoulder at you and eyes you with an expression you can only describe as hungry.
>The little blue stallion juts his hips out again and you eye your prize once more: That small, dark entrance just waiting for some attention.
>You quickly close the distance and his rump now presses eagerly into your abdomen, your cock cradled in between his muscular backside.
>>19913944
>After a slight moment of hesitation, you ready yourself by placing the tip of your shaft against his entrance.
>The stallion tenses slightly, but relaxes himself for you and carefully, you begin pressing inside.
>His tightness makes it a bit of a challenge. You fight against the barrier, adding more and more pressure, gritting your teeth as you put a hand on Soarin's back to steady yourself.
>He lets off a cry, a mix of glee and shock as he finally lets you in.
>Unfortunately, you didn't anticipate the sudden release and you slide home, driving nearly all the way in.
"S-sorry."
>But Soarin shakes his head, letting you know that it's okay.
>His wings flap violently for a moment, perhaps in reflex.
>His walls cling to you tightly, choking you down as they embrace their new, intruding toy.
>That's not enough, however, because he pushes back, meeting you halfway as he attempts to impale himself deeper on you.
>When you reach a comfortable depth, you slowly start to piston in and out, each time your hips joining together for a brief instant.
>Every time you draw out, his insides fight to keep you and each time you thrust back in, they welcome you just like the first time.
>>19913592
didnt matter who rejects who.
sure next time...if there is one...
>>19914033
>At this point, you're bent over him, chest pressed up against his wings.
>In the ecstasy, they flick back and forth over your chest, as if they were simply another set of hands.
>Ever the multi-tasker, though, you return to your ministrations below, forming a ring with your fingers and sliding it over his thickness yet again.
>Your friend twitches in delight, trembling all over.
>"A-anon!"
>His bestial shaft spasms in your hand and he desperately begins to buck into it, almost reflexively.
>And you let him, letting your fingers flex around him, sliding over ever bump and vein.
>You pick up your pace, driving harder and faster on each drive, adding a little more gusto into each swing of your hips.
>Suddenly, things seem clear.
>And all your reservations about this feeling wrong have long since fled.
>You and your best friend are bonding in a way you never thought possible.
>And with each time he calls your name, you know this is the right thing to do.
>Your chest now hovers just inches above his back and though he is larger than some, he's still a pony.
>Your head easily is within reach of his, so you lower it to one of his ear and begin to provoke him in the only way you can.
"Who's my good little Wonderbolt?"
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"ME!"
>Your entire body shivers in rapture as your best friend Anon ravages you from behind.
>Each time his hips drive into you, you feel the tip of his cock kiss your prostate.
>With hopeless abandon you let him ride, though you're still eager to do your part.
>The way he slips inside and just as easily slips out has your pony mind working itself into overdrive.
>The pants and cries you hear are your own, mixed with huffing from your friend.
>>19914206
>You can't last much longer, not with so many good feelings wracking your body at once like this.
>One of your forelegs buckles, but you quickly recover.
>A grunt of frustration rumbles in your chest, knowing this can't last forever.
>You want more, but you also want it all to stay this way.
>A shiver comes over you as you feel climax approaching.
>In desperation, you try to warn him, but the words are lost to you, simply too overpowered.
"Anon, ah…"
>Anon's voice coos in your ears, shushing you softly.
>But it isn't like he's telling you not to talk.
>Almost like a little way of telling you it'll be okay.
>Using your wings, you curl them around Anon, resting them on his back in a sort of reverse hug.
>You know he wouldn't ever leave you now, but still. Having him this close to you feels perfect.
>Your hooves slide to the headboard. Combined with Anon's powerful humps, it slams against the wall time and time again.
>Your eyes shut tight, you simply can't hang on like this, while the room seems to shake all around you, the bed groaning as the two of you push one another to your limits.
>A fiery feeling is beginning to burn inside your sac, you can feel it.
>It won't be long now.
>"Anon, you gotta let me finish, man!"
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"I know, Soarin. I know."
>Soarin's cries for release are hard to ignore. Poor little pent up pony.
>As you continue to assail his boyish pucker with a barrage of humps, you notice him beginning to spasm.
>Ears flicking and legs twitching, his entire body is aching for release.
>Something you're all too happy to give.
>>19914337
>You can feel yourself slipping away as well as his tunnel milks you for everything you have.
>Hot breath leaves your mouth in fitful attempts to choke down air, breathing onto the back of Soarin's neck.
>Everything is so blissfully tight and warm.
>Your eyes roll into the back of your head as bliss begins to overtake you, gnashing your teeth to fight back the urge.
>However, you have a feeling Soarin doesn't want you to hold things in.
>From each backward thrust of his hips, he simply wants to make you feel very, very good, just like you've done for him.
"Hrk! I'm gonna fucking pop!"
>Your little outburst only send him into a frenzy, his rump working tirelessly to get you there faster.
>Soon your room is a din of banging and shaking, loud shouts and soft cries.
>A growl from Soarin pierces them all, though and soon you notice that his equine length is shuddering in your hand.
>As if on cue, a jet of white seed spews from the tip, as ropes of silky fluid deposit themselves gently on the bed.
>"Ah, ahhhh!"
>Through it all you continue stroking him, coaxing for more as the steed's piston produces salvo after salvo of milky essence.
>You're just seconds behind him and try as you might, you're powerless to resist his ministrations.
>In the same fashion, your human cock sputters, locking up as your own cum begins to fill Soarin's ass.
>His teeth lock together as he stifles a shout and you bounce against him as your orgasm exhausts itself.
>The two of you collapse onto the bed, no longer able to support yourselves, landing in a happy, twitching heap.
>>19914573
>Delicately, you pull out of Soarin, watching as you leave white trail behind.
>His insides seem reluctant to let you go, he looks satisfied anyway.
>He falls to his side, breathing heavily, but there's no shortage of happiness in each little sound he makes.
>Falling beside him, your arms wrap around your good friend once more.
>Rolling into you, his chin comes to rest on your lean chest, distinctly similar to the arrangement you awoke in this morning.
>Once you've both caught your breath, you take the opportunity to gauge your performance.
"Well, how was that?"
>"Dude. We need to get drunk like this more often."
>That produces a chuckle from your dry, parched throat.
>You stare up at the ceiling, noting it's tackiness again.
>Though nothing could truly ruin the moment, the ugliness of it all makes you frown.
>But your friends blue mane obscures it and suddenly the sickly thing fades from view.
>You find your fingers coasting through it, gently gliding through the impossible softness of his hair.
>"Hey, Anon?"
"Yeah?"
>"I'm super glad you're my bud."
"Me too. Me too."
>>19914573
>tfw you'll never hold and squeeze Soarin's pulsating, erupting log of horsecock as he creams your bedsheets
>tfw toned pegasus ass will never milk your throbbing, vein-covered human meat
You're doing God's work, Anon.
>>19914673
Gonna stop there. It didn't exactly fit my original plan but I had a lot of fun with this one. I'm not really experienced with m/m clop right now, so excuse it if it comes across as pretty vanilla. I'm going to put this in a pastebin, hang on.
Okay, here we go: http://pastebin.com/CZRx3Qmr
Hopefully this thread survives a little while longer. I'd love to see other writefags if they're around. I might dump some more Soarin stuff tomorrow, if I have time.
If you guys need anything, I'mLensCap
>>19914711
>>19914711
You are a beautiful person.
Soaridash thread faggets
And stop being faggets
>>19914827
No, and no.
>>19914979
only female vaginal juices around your dick can cure you from faggotry
>>19914711
do you have a pastebin?
or at least an author name?
don't want a story on my computer with no name
>>19914827
>decide to take a glance in this thread out of curiosity
>see that post
More examples of shippers on /mlp/ being intentionally annoying and otherwise bothersome. Some of you shippers just can't seem to resist the urge to shove shit down everyone elses throats, huh?
Now I don't care if you want to ship characters; I'm not a fan, but if you enjoy it then by all means do so. But you'd best be remembering that there are a lot of people who aren't a fan of shipping(whether as a whole or specific ships), because when you go around acting like that's not the case, you're just being a huge shitposter. Then again, I suspect you realize that, and that you're in fact intentionally trying to shove shit down peoples throats.
>>19915585
Though, keep in mind that while I'm not a fan of shipping, and I've had some bad experiences or disagreements with shippers and some of the opinions they may have, I'm not at all suggesting that all shippers are bad or anything like that. I'm sure most of them are just fine.
Despite that though, there is still seemingly a large enough number of people who will go out of their way to be as annoying/disruptive/troublesome with their ships as possible. The bad shippers are also by far the most vocal from what I've seen, even if they are a minority.
>>19914711
I'm a massive colt cuddler and all I have to say is thank you for such a great piece of work Anon.Though I would've preferred seeing Anon get pounded by Soarin
>>19915676Maybe next time.
I'm not gay but I would let Soarin' ravage my ass without hestitation.
>>19915515
Yep. Here you go. http://pastebin.com/u/LensCap
>>19916203
THANK YOU sir
>>19915676
Yeah, it seems like a lot of people want to see Anon get plowed by Soarin. Wasn't trying to go against the grain there. I'm going to think about either continuing it or starting fresh and see where it goes, this time with Soarin on top. Suggestions are always welcome, even I can't make promises they'll all make it in.
>>19913300
>>19913498
That was so sweet and heart-wrenching.
>>19914711
Really, very good.
>>19914711
Very nice work, Anon. A lot more heartwarming than what I had planned.
>>19918799
Thank you, anon.
>>19919131
>Getting feedback from Jeff Mango.
>>19907996
I want to rip out your wings and shove them down your throat, pegasus scum.
>>19919467
>Pegasus scum
Inferior earth pone detected.
>>19919741
Earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi, I HATE THEM ALL!
And don't get me even started on retards like Derpy. I want to see them burned down.
I want to burn down all of Equestria and build a giant mall where it once stood.
>You will never get to touch Soarin's long, hardhockey stick
Writefag here. I'm going to start up again tonight. It's not really a continuation of this >>19909017, but it's close. Soarin's in charge this time.
>>19921263
yess
thank you
>>19921263
Nice, I was rooting for Soarin to take charge.
I might write something too, if there's a lull in the thread. Expect it to be a bit moresadthan the others, though.
>>19921531
By all means, Jeff. I'm not going to start for a few more hours anyway, so you've got the floor.
>>19921531
dang, a feelfagno one said I wasn't going to read
>>19921263
fuck yes more reading
by all means, but please, give us your pastebins, I need to save them for the fuure
>>19921596
It'll be a few hours for me too. I'll probably end up waiting a day or two to post it, assuming the thread lives that long
In case anyone's interested, it'll involvea desperate, lonely, but straight Soarin letting Anon fuck him out of a desire to feel loved by someone.
>>19921849
That sounds feelsy as shit.
Are you planning to make a new thread if/when this dies?
>>19921849
Sounds good, I'm sold on the concept
>>19921849
Holy shit. Makes my topic look pretty tame in comparison. I look forward to it, though.
>>19921531
>>19923525
Is that supposed to be a beard? Kinda cute.
>>19924492
I think its supposed to be a shadow
>>19924524
Ohh, I see it now. Gotta get my goddamn eyes checked.
Going to start namefagging just to make things a little easier on everyone. Starting in a few minutes, just finishing up a movie. Then it's on to piehorse.
>>19925963
>A knock at the door is what wakes you from your peaceful snooze on the living room couch.
>The sound was so soft, so timid, that at first you weren't sure if you heard it.
>The book you were reading falls off your chest and onto the floor with a flutter.
>Groaning and groggy, you lift yourself from the tired piece of furniture.
>Instinctually, your wrist turns in order to reveal your watch, its wiry face indicating the hour.
>1:31am.
>Who in Tartarus is visiting you this late? Or was it more correct to say this early?
>Regardless, you lift yourself from the musty and sagging couch, only to hear three more reports at the door.
"I know! I know! Keep your horseshoes on!"
>You are Anonymous, a human living in Ponyville.
>And you are, needless to say, a little pissed off at the moment.
>Trudging toward the door, you press yourself up against it and peer through the eyepiece, trying to get a good look at who your late visitor might be.
>But, to your surprise, on the other side of the door is...
>Nothing.
>What? You were sure you heard knocking.
>You take a step back and rub your eye before trying again, this search proving just as fruitless as the last.
>As if to confirm your suspicion, the door trembles slightly as another set of knocks raps gently against them.
>Aggravated and confused, you wrench open the door with a furious speed.
>>19926273
>The smell of rain and an unkind wind rush past you as you open it.
>Squinting, you peer out onto the dark Ponyville street.
>It's pitch black, permitting you only a few feet of visibility.
>In fact, you only know it's raining by the light of a nearby streetlamp, watching needle-like raindrops rush past it, stirring the gravel path that leads to your door.
>A lightning bolt occasionally cracks open the sky like an axe splintering wood.
>But still no sign of a visitor.
>That is, until a low, pathetic voice calls out weakly to you from below.
>"She didn't like the flowers."
>Looking down, you finally see who has been pawing at your door.
>There, on your doorstep, is a pitiful sight.
>A small, pale blue pegasus is curled up on the thin doormat, crumpled into a sad ball.
>His dark blue hair is damp with rain, hanging down around his face in thick ropes.
>Despite all that, you recognize him as Soarin, your close friend.
>You sigh and lean up against the frame of the door, folding your arms and shaking your head in disbelief.
>A small bouquet of flowers rests on the wet ground a few feet from him, the yellow petals dripping off their stems.
>The trademark goggles he loves so much hang clumsily over his face, lopsided, raindrops bouncing off the foggy lenses.
>Slowly, he lifts his head up to look at you, giving you a half-hearted grin, practically wincing with the effort.
>"H-hey, buddy."
>Soarin sits up, resting on his hind legs and nervously begins to tap his front hooves together.
>"Sorry to drop in on you like this, but, could I, um, maybe crash at your place tonight?"
>He lips pull into a hopeful, pleading smile, silently begging you.
>>19926667
.
>You've never seen your friend in such a bad state.
>Your heart feels like it's gained 20 pounds.
>In your hesitation, however, the shivering stallion speaks up.
>"Come on, man. Do me a solid and let me spend the night?"
>He pauses a moment before adding, "Please?"
>Nodding, you press the door open a little wider, revealing the warm, inviting glow of your home.
"Come on. Let's get you warm."
>Quickly, you wave him inside.
>That seems to add some pep to his demeanor, though not by much.
>Taking the sickly flowers in his teeth, he slowly trots into the light.
>You close the door behind you, leaving the wind and rain to howl to themselves.
>The both of you now stand in the kitchen of your small cottage.
>Ample warmth returns as the door is latched, the elements unable to touch you here.
>Soarin's head is bent low, in shame, as he takes a few steps in.
>To your surprise, the stallion shakes, not unlike a dog, in an attempt to shed the water from his coat.
>Bringing your forearm up to your face, you try to shield yourself from the flecks of moisture he's now scattering about the room.
>When he finishes, you bring it upon yourself to ask.
"Soarin, are you okay? What happened?"
>His face falls as he gently sets the flowers down on the kitchen table.
>What was the deal with the flowers?
>He sighs deeply and turns back to look at you, his face lined in sadness.
>"Can you just gimme a minute? I walked all the way here."
>>19927292
>That made sense. It was dangerous to fly in weather like this, even for a pegasus as highly trained as a Wonderbolt.
>You let your friend take a seat at the table and go to the stove.
>A deft flick of one of the knobs brings one of the burners to life, hissing gently underneath a tea kettle.
>You have doubts about giving tea to an overcaffinated stunt pegasus at this time of night, but, perhaps something warm would do him some good.
>Trying not to stare, you busy yourself with your cabinets and cupboards, producing a set of saucers and cups.
>Peeking into the refrigerator, you locate a piece of leftover pie.
>You had, of course, planned on eating it, but you have a feeling your guest might need it a little more right now.
>Taking the chance to look over your shoulder, you see Soarin sulking in one of your kitchen chairs, stray drops of water plopping to the floor in a small puddle.
>You'd need to mop that up later.
>That matters little right now, though. What you're most concerned about is taking care of your friend.
>She didn't like the flowers? What was he even talking about?
>Something tells you he'll let you know soon enough.
>He catches you staring and slowly lets his gaze drift over to you.
>You give him a smile and a nod before rummaging through the ice box, reminding yourself not to make him feel uncomfortable.
>Your hand closes around the can of whipped cream that was hiding behind the orange juice and give it a vigorous shake, before upturning it and dotting the pie with it.
>If you know Soarin, and you'd like to think you do, this should help.
>>19914827
SoarinDash shipper here.
I'm impressed that only one interrupted this thread with the ship and the rest of it is just Soarin'.
Keep up the good work Soarin' fans. I like Soarin' solo too.
>You will never bake a pie for Soarin.
All that pie has probably given him a plushy butt
>>19930740
you will never "bake" soarin's "pie"
>>19930996
Needs to hit the gym.
I don't like this pony
>>19931880
He never asked for this
>>19927575
Writefag is kill?
>>19932046
Nope. Gonna keep going in the morning, if Jeff hasn't all ready started. Want to think about it carefully before moving on.
>>19932079
Don't base your schedule around me, man. You've got a nice little following here. Write when you wanna write.
>>19932230
We'll see where I'm at in the morning. Wouldn't call it a following, just posted something and got a little lucky. Hoping the thread lasts.
I really don't even know Soarin' that well and I KNOW the RD gave him a blowie.
I saw it with my own eyes!
My reaction to Tumblr EXACTLY!
>>19909443
>fixed that for ya~
>"I'm sorry I fucked her Shining Armor... I just couldn't help myself" Said Flash Sentry.
>"Well, don't let it happen again!" Said Shining Armor.
>"Why am I not telling him that I asked him to?" Said Twilight Sparkle.
>Suddenly, PINKAMENA!
>"OH GOD NO"
Final bump before bed.
Hope to see more, Writefags.
>>19913728
>taking your face in his hands
>his hands
>hands
>not hooves
>fucking handsThe Fuck Brah?
>>19924209
>male, leather, gay, singing
Soarin is Rob Halford, new head canon acquired!
>>19929083
But the rest is so gay.
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>>19934790
Well, so is the fandom.
upping for more unf
bamp for writefags to wake the fuck up.
>>19927575
>Just as you finish garnishing the pie, the kettle bellows mournfully.
>Quickly, you pour you and your friend a cup of tea, before placing the refreshments on the table.
>As you predicted, Soarin's face brightens at the sight of pie and he nods in gratitude.
>He still looks like he got hit by a train, but his smile is at least encouraging.
>You take a short detour into the living room and retrieve a blanket from the couch, the one you had been using earlier.
>You return to the kitchen and drape it around his shoulders.
>Eventually you take a seat across from him and his eyes seem to brim with gratitude.
>He holds the teacup delicately in his hooves and raises it to his face before slurping.
"So, you want to tell me what happened?"
>His face reacts as if you just twisted a knife into him, but he does sort of owe you an explanation.
>You're happy to house your friend when he's down, but stopping by so late looking like this isn't usual, even for an unusual pony like him.
>Setting the teacup back in the saucer, the pegasus looks away from you and mumbles something.
>"I asfm lntrn drst."
"What?"
>"I asked lunturn der."
"Soarin, I can't hear you."
>"I ASKED OUT LIGHTNING DUST!"
>His shout echoes through your apartment, which gives way to a pungent silence.
>>19936437
>Your gaze falls to the table, where you see the sickly flowers drooping.
>Oh.
>Their meaning becomes clear as Soarin breathes heavily, recovering from his outburst.
>He had told you he was thinking of asking out his fellow Wonderbolt for quite some time.
>You had cautioned him that asking out a coworker could be a little awkward, but it was obvious that he liked the mare enough to take the risk.
>It must have gone pretty badly to knock him into this sort of state.
>Carefully, you press for more information.
"I take it she said no? Sorry, buddy."
>But Soarin shakes his head and fiddles with the pie, not eating it, just sort of poking at it with his hoof.
"She didn't? So what's the pr-"
>"She laughed at me, Anon. Laughed and then flew away."
>He buries his face in his hooves on the table, the wound freshly opened.
>You aren't sure how to respond to that, other than to silently grumble.
>You knew that Lightning Dust was an egotistical flyer, but you had thought she would have had a bit more tact than that.
>>19936592
Wow, what a cunt
>>19936592
Heading out for the day. More tonight.
>>19936592
What a bitch
I want to cum in Soarin's wonderbolts outfit right before the big show and watch as he's forced to wear the suit anyway because there's no time to clean it or get a spare.
Then I want to watch as he gets uncomfortable from my cum drying on his fur inside the suit as he tries to preform.
>>19916203
I was in the same thread when you wrote royal pincushion anon. Have to say, you have a knack for the intimate sensual nuances. I look forward to future stories from you
>>19939138
Thanks, anon. Means more than you know.
Captcha: hairy nutline
I could imagine a story along the lines of crashing a blimp over the badlands area.
The crew consisting of Anon, Soarin, Spitfire and Braeburn or a few others are those that have survived.
Both Soarin and Spitfire's wings are out of commission, and they have tasked Anon to figure out a way back home.
>>19943531
I like this idea a lot.
bump for more Soarin gaysex
>>19945418
Writefag reporting. It's on the way, trust me.
>>19943531
Had a similar idea, save they're military.
>>19945520
Excellent, I look forward to your delivery. Take your time however, and write what feels best for you.
>>19914673
I'm not into dudes but god damn that was hot.
>>19947040
It's the best buds relationship between two somewhat straight dudes turned into something more that makes it hot.
>>19947504
best buds with benefits
>>19947543
Soarin wouldn't want to do it with any other male except his best friend Anon. Mares are free game. But they share something special. If a mare rejected Anon he could always turn to his good buddy for a romp in the hay to lift his spirits. Soarin would try to cheer him up by telling him how much of a good guy he is, How much of a good friend,And how great he is in bed.
>>19947598
>Soarin and Anon go to a bar and get drunk
>pick up some random mare and DP the shit out of her
Oh yes.
>>19947504
>>19947543
>>19947598
Honestly, this is what I was going. I was hoping it didn't sound like they went from straight to full blown gay in the course of an hour. More like, this pony/person cares about me, I wouldn't turn him down if he wanted to fuck me. Hoping that's what came across.
>>19947897
Then they kick her out of the house so that he and Soarin can snuggle together in bed.
>>19947925
That's what made it so hot.
>>19947947
Mm. Yes. If only I was a write-fag.
I want to cum in Soarin's mouth.
>>19948301
Then bet him that he can't go the whole day keeping it in his mouth.
>>19948365
I want a boyfriend like you, Anon.
>>19936592
>It appears as if you will have do undo Lightning Dust's handiwork on Soarin's self esteem.
>The Wonderbolt was usually brimming with confidence and flair in his element.
>However, on the ground, your friend dealt always seemed unsure of himself.
>Good lucks and generational flying talent aside, he could be a little socially awkward.
>But considering you're a touch of the same, it makes you something of kindred spirits.
"I'm sorry, man. I knew you really liked her."
>Soarin nods, his lower lip quaking considerably.
>"Maybe this is my fault. I guess I am kind of a pussy, huh?"
>Ouch.
>You've never liked his habit of deprecating himself.
"Soarin, don't talk like that."
>"But it's true, isn't it?"
"Of course not!"
>>19948812
>The pegasus goes limp in his chair, his goggles sliding down his face, which he doesn't bother to pick back up.
>He hasn't even nibbled the pie yet, which concerns you most of all.
>"I just want a special somepony, Anon. I'm lonely."
>You don't exactly know how to respond. That's pretty heavy stuff.
>Reaching over the table, you simply take his hoof in both hands and give it a reassuring pat.
"I know, buddy. But think of it this way. If you worked up the courage to ask her out and she laughed, would you really want to end up with her?"
>He lifts his head and notices your ministrations.
>Oddly, he doesn't draw away, letting you continue.
>A pensive look, a rarity for Soarin, crosses his face as he purses his lip and cocks his head in thought.
>You can practically see the gears of his brain working overtime.
>You permit yourself a small smile. Soarin might be a good flyer, but he's also quite thick sometimes.
>Eventually, however, he seems to realize what you're talking about.
>"I...guess so?"
"There's my good buddy."
>>19949178
Man, having a little trouble getting things going tonight. Going to try to get a few more posts in but apologies in advance for typing so slow. Good news is I'm home all day tomorrow so should have plenty of time to work. And Jeff might have some stuff for you guys soon too.
>>19949224
Imma wait 'till you're done, man. Cutting off another writefag just feels dirty.
>>19949464
Some people like it dirty. I like to read two writefag stories at once. I'm such a dirty boy.
>>19949464
I seriously don't mind at all, considering it might be awhile to get this one done. It's up to you.
If it's okay with you anons, I might put this one on hold and do some steamy shorts of Soarin x Anon. Or some cuddle ones. No long intros, just straight to the good stuff.
>>19949558
Alright. If this thread stagnates tomorrow, I'll post some dirty, feelsy clop.
>>19907996
at first I thought i had something on my screen, upon a closer look I see the op is once again a faggot for not knowing how to blank post.
>>19949807
Cool. I know you have a lot of shit on your plate coming up, so you don't have to, but I'm just saying don't feel like you have to wait until I'm done to post. I'll be working on shorts tomorrow throughout the day.
Bump for cute blue horse.
He's nervous, and he's hopeful. But most of all, he's tired. Tired of rejections, tired of his pointless daily routine. He loves his work, he really does. But without someone to go home to, someone to be with... it just feels empty, somehow.
Soarin' just wants someone to be close to. Someone to hold. Someone to share himself with. Won't you be that someone, Anon? He's even wearing those socks he knows you like. The ones you bought him for his last birthday. You said they looked cute on him.
You don't have to say yes, of course. He won't mind. Soarin' can just fly back home, and you can both forget this ever happened. This was... it was just a prank, is all. He'll be going now. Bye, Anon.Sorry I'm not worth it.
>>19952816
I don't even need all that convincing. I already want to hug him and snuggle him.cute l'il pony...
>>19947040
>>19947504
>>19947543
>>19947598
>>19947897
>>19947925
>>19947947
>>19952816
Why do I find this so appealing?
Where are the writefags?
>>19953749
Because secretly you long for a best bro friend you can hang out with, joke around, and play vidya with, but also bring back to bed and fool around with every now and again.
>>19953946
Writing a quick cuddle fic now. Standby.
>>19952816
>Your pen taps against the paper fruitlessly while your hand clutches at a lock of hair.
>Damn, you're not getting any work done tonight. Ideas just aren't flowing.
>Frustrated, you throw yourself back in your desk chair and sigh.
>Maybe you should just take the night off.
>As if brought on by that, the door to your room yawns open behind you.
>Slowly, you turn around in your chair, knowing it who it has to be.
>That isn't to say it doesn't take you by surprise, however.
>In the doorway, stands a timid-looking Soarin, your roommate, wearing a smile you can only describe as hopeful.
>That alone isn't surprising, but his attire is.
>Long, form-fitting socks cling to each of his little legs, the striped things looking immensely warm.
>You quickly recognize them. In fact, you bought them for him.
>You're sure that's not exactly a coincidence.
>Immediately you feel the heat of a blush rush to your face.
"Oh, h-hey, S-soarin. What's up?"
>He crosses his front legs nervously, before rubbing the back of his head with a hoof.
>He opens his mouth to say something, but the words seem to get stuck in his throat.
>Whatever it is, he's having a hard time telling you.
>You turn around in your seat completely, no longer simply looking over your shoulder, but completely facing him.
>The poor little stallion seems to melt under your gaze, wilting like ice cream underneath a heatlamp.
>Seeing as how he's having a little trouble, you decide to get the ball rolling.
"Rough day at practice?"
>>19954457
I like this already
I don't like this pony
>>19954457
>He bites his lip and nods skittishly.
>"I know you're working, but, um. Heh, I want to, uh, ask."
>You smile and nod, entreating him to continue.
>Soarin looks around the room nervously, before finally settling back onto you.
>"I mean, feel free to like, say no or whatever. But…can I stay with you tonight? I sort of could use it."
>The pony's eyes snap shut and his teeth clench, as if bracing himself for an unpleasant answer.
>He's taken aback, then, when you nonchalantly give him the opposite.
"Sure."
>His eyelids fly open like a window shade drawn up too fast. He's hopeful, but holds back slightly, unsure of your sincerity.
"Whoa, really?!"
"I'm not getting a lot done tonight anyway. I could use a break."
>You close your book and let your pen roll, forgotten, to the side, getting up from your chair.
>His legs uncross themselves and soon, you have a beaming pegasus standing in your doorway.
>"You mean it?!"
"Yeah."
>"Really?!"
"Yes."
>"Like, no fooling? For real?"
>You sigh and your face deteriorates into an impatient look.
"Soarin."
>The stallion blinks a few times before realizing you aren't leading him on and he takes a tentative step into your room.
>"Heh, sorry. That just means a lot to me, Anon."
"I know, now get the fuck over here and give you buddy Anon a hug."
>>19954689
>You don't have to ask him twice, as he practically gallops into your open arms.
>Going to one knee, you prepare as your athletic friend nearly bowls you over.
>His hooves quickly wrap around your neck, letting his chin rest on your shoulder.
>In reciprocation, your arms tug around his withers, pulling him into you.
>The little stallion seems to melt in your arms, letting out a profound exhale.
>Wings begin to flutter happily in excitement, kicking up a few of the papers on your desk.
>You let them lie where they fall, though, not wanting to break this little moment for something so petty.
>His mane shifts back and forth as he nestles into your grasp, his glorious mane wistfully caressing your chin.
>"Thank you...thank you..."
>He mewls, rubbing his nose into your neck.
>Looking down you notice a wayward tear trickling down his face, leaving a dark trail in its wake.
"Shhhhhh, shhhhh. It's alright."
>You pat his withers, stroking them affectionately with your open palm, while you coo in his ear.
>Soft shushing noises leave your mouth, trying to be as comforting as possible.
"Who's my best bud?"
>He giggles, before pressing his nose into you again, not letting anything keep you the slightest distance from one another.
>"Me."
>You permit yourself a chuckle before rising, giving him a firm pat on the head on the way up
>His smile turns downwards, reaching up with his hooves like a child demanding to be held.
>"Up! Up!"
>>19954790
>Damn. He knows this trick always works on you. This time being no exception.
>Reaching down, you seize him under his forelegs and lift him onto your shoulder.
>He clings to your head, pressing his cheek up against yours, the soft fur of his coat mingling with your coarse, five o'clock shadow.
>But you don't mind, as you kick off your shoes and pull back the comforter of the bed.
"Can I ask what's up with the socks?"
>Red splotches begin appearing on his other wise pale blue face.
>"Oh, um, heh, I thought they would look nice. I can take em off if you want.
"Don't you dare."
>Soarin smiles again and gently rubs the tip of his muzzle back and forth across your nose, dragging it in slow, loving motions.
>"Okay, okay. You got it."
>Eskimo kisses from Soarin are hard to beat.
>Carefully, you manage to maneuver the both of you under the covers without having to put him down.
>You drag the blanket back over the two of you, Soarin sprawled out comfortably on your chest.
>He takes long, deep inhales, breathing you in as he attempts to bury his muzzle into you.
>"You're a good friend, Anon. Thanks."
>You don't bother fumbling for the light switch, too content to consider moving.
"Don't mention it."
Back to the normal story today, just wanted to bump the thread with some quick cuddles.
>>19954970
Twas, good Anon.
Soarin is best friendfu.
>>19958170
I want to make him Soarin the morning.
>>19958495
I want my dick to Soarin to his anus.
>>19958495
Kek
more stories pls
>>19959683
Just got back from the gym. Going to eat and pick it back up.
Threadly reminder that you are Soarin's best buddy.
>>19959798
Didn't choke on dinner. Writing now.
>>19907996
Your attention
>>19949178
>He manages a weak smile and nibbles at the piece of pie.
>It isn't much, but, it's enough to bring a smile to your own face.
>A hushed quiet falls over the kitchen and you permit yourself a sip of tea.
>As he eats, Soarin's spirit seems to gradually grow a little stronger and before long, his sadness gives way to his insatiable love of pie.
>Back on Earth, you were the one friends often came to for advice or even just to grieve with.
>In fact, you learned to be quite good at it.
>It isn't easy but it certainly makes you feel good.
>When he's finished, he pats his stomach.
>"You know what Anon?"
>You look up from your cup, gesturing for him to continue.
>"I think you're right. I liked her, but, I think I deserve better."
"You really do, man. You deserve a relationship where someone respects you."
>Soarin's face turns a handsome shade of scarlet before looking down, this time more out of embarrassment than humiliation or sadness.
>"Aww, thanks, dude. You're the best."
"And whoever it is, I'm sure she'll be one lucky mare."
>Soarin's face falls for a second, but recovers quickly, hiding some momentary displeasure for what you said.
>He has had a pretty rough night, though, so you ignore it.
>"Oh...oh, yeah! Right. Thanks, dude."
>The little stallion takes one last sip of tea and hops down from the kitchen chair and looks forlornly toward the door.
>"I'd better get going."
>>19960805
>>19961152
YESSSSS
>>19961152
Well, computer crashed and I just lost all my progress. Reworking now, stay with me.
>>19961389
Shit, my condolences dude.
>>19961152
"I thought you wanted to spend the night?"
>Soarin circles around so he's facing you again, cocking his head in curiosity.
>"Would that really be okay? I don't wanna trouble you."
>You don't say anything. Rather, you point to the kitchen window and as if on cue, a lightning bolt flashes, filling the room with an instantaneous, tremendous light.
>His eyes swing back over to you, giving you a sheepish grin.
>To your surprise, his face breaks into a blush, betrayed by his pale blue fur.
>That's kind of strange, perhaps you set the thermostat a bit too high.
>"Yeah…probably for the best I don't fly home tonight."
>You begin to busy yourself by placing the dishes in the sink, you'll do them later.
"It's no trouble at all, man. Couch is all yours."
>Soarin's face falls considerably, but recovers just as fast, teeth grinding together in an unnatural smile.
>"Oh. Yeah. The couch. Right."
>Okaaaaay.
>You decide to dismiss the awkward behavior as nerves. He's had sort of a rough night, so you understand.
>Picking up the blanket from the chair, you escort the blue stallion into the living room.
>Sure enough, the couch is right where you left it, sitting awkwardly against the wall and pretending it pays rent.
>You wince upon seeing it.
>The old and tired thing looks like a deflated bouncy castle, only bouncy castles don't come in hideous shades of plaid.
>In fact, you're kind of remiss to make him sleep here. It's not exactly very hospitable of you.
>You look down at Soarin to see if he shares your sentiments, but he's busy looking down at his hooves and playing with them awkwardly.
"On second thought, why don't you stay in my bed tonight?"
>>19961653
>A small gust of wind overtakes the room as Soarin's wings pop up at an alarming speed.
>They stand completely on end, feathers extended upward reaching for the ceiling, completely flat and stiff.
>It looks like if you tried to move them, they'd snap off like a piece of chocolate or a pane of glass.
>What the fuck is with him? Maybe giving him caffeine this late was a bad idea.
>"Your b-bed?"
"Yeah, you'll be a lot more comfortable."
>He looks up at you in disbelief, before nodding emphatically.
"I'll take the couch. It's the least I can do to be a good host."
>Soarin's nodding comes to an abrupt halt.
>His wings slowly begin to unravel, shrinking and folding until they're back at his sides.
>"Oh. Sure."
>He trots off toward the bedroom at a pretty discouraging pace, all of his energy suddenly sapped.
>You recline on the creaky thing, hiding your obvious discomfort for your friend's sake.
>Soarin stares back at you with a sideways look in the doorway before leaving.
>You wave at him before pulling the blanket over you.
"Goodnight, Soarin. Sleep well."
>He looks you up and down for a moment and it takes him much longer than you would like to answer.
"Yeah…"
>With that, he disappears around the corner and his hooffalls die away.
>Poor guy. He's taking this Lightning Dust thing pretty hard.
>But a yawn lets you know that you're done playing psychologist for the night.
>Leaning back against the arm of the couch, you close your eyes and try to sleep.
>>19961934
An over eager SoarinYou're doing gods work anon
>>19962133
seconded
>>19961934
Who wants to bet Anon wakes up with Soarin sleeping next to him?
>>19962578
I didn't think about that possibility, but my dick would certainly enjoy it
>>19961934
>You don't sleep easy.
>Maybe it's the scratchy, smelly fabric of the couch or maybe it's the occasional crack of thunder that keeps you from resting soundly.
>You know what's really bothering you, however.
>It is without a doubt the troubles your friend is going through that robs you of your peace of mind.
>Soarin was a good stallion, with a lot going for him.
>But something tells you your little talk earlier hasn't put his mare problems to rest.
>He looked so sad earlier and that look he gave you before leaving the living room bores into your soul.
>Perhaps tomorrow you'll take him somewhere, get his mind off things.
>But you won't be up for anything if you don't get some rest.
>You make the decision to go splash some water on your face and begin to get off the couch.
>In your haste, however, you only managing to smack your head against something solid, forcing you back down.
"Wah…"
>You clutch at your head in a daze, rubbing it to soothe the bump that's undoubtedly growing there now.
>Your eyes gradually adjust to the darkness of the room, only to notice the image of a lightning bolt with a pair of wings right in front of your face.
>You recognize it, but are having trouble understanding what you're looking at. The lack of sleep and the fact you just collided with it certainly doesn't help.
>Soarin's cutie mark.
>As if to confirm it, a long, blue tail of whiskery hairs flicks back and forth happily in front of your face.
>You reach up for the lightswitch, fingers fumbling, but you eventually find a way to illuminate the room again.
>Sure enough, Soarin's hindquarters are in front of your face, taking up a majority of your view.
>You see his face peer over his shoulder at you, his eyes going wide with fright.
>Quickly he recovers, breaking into an innocent, cheeky grin.
>"Oh, hey…"
>>19963146
called it
>>19963184
Dubs confirmed so I had to.
>>19963196
You glorious faggot
>>19963146
>You force his ass out of your face and lean to the side, trying to get a look at what's going on at the other end of the couch.
>Soarin freezes in place as you notice his hoof fiddling with your belt, which has already half way off.
"Soarin, what the fuck?!"
>You sit up quickly, this time careful not to bang your head and Soarin scrambles off you.
>He lands in a heap on the floor, tumbling into a pile as his limbs get tangled up in a desperate bit to get away.
>Soarin picks himself up from the floor and sits on his hindlegs, head hanging low.
>"S-sorry, Anon. I couldn't sleep so I, uh…"
>He takes a hoof and rubs his neck, surrendering to the fact he's been caught.
"So you decided to come onto me?!"
>He shuts his eyes tight and leans away from you reflexively, as if your words physically hurt him.
>You don't mean to yell, but needless to say you're pretty alarmed that your friend almost accosted you in your sleep.
>"I'm sorry. I'll just go."
>The stallion gets up on all fours and begins to trot toward the door, each step slow and sorrowful.
>Scrambling out of bed, you managed to catch up with him as soon as he reaches the door, your long legs helping you stand in front of it defensively before he can get a hoof on the knob.
>"Let me through, Anon."
"Why?"
>"Because you're mad at me, dude! Just let me go and I'll leave you alone."
>You can see his eyes grow watery and he slides his googles into place as if to hide this fact.
>Your heart softens a bit at the sight and you kneel down so that your faces are but a few inches from one another.
"I don't want you to leave, I just want an explanation."
>>19963449
>You take a hold of his beloved googles and push them back up onto his forehead, only to reveal that tears are beginning to pour down his face.
>The blue stallion fights back a sniffle, but loses the battle and a pathetic whine sneaks through his teeth.
"Soarin, I'm not mad."
>It is somewhat of a lie, but he looks like he regrets it now, at least.
"Just tell me what brought this on."
>He rips the googles off his head and lets them fall to the floor, his shoulders sagging under the weight of your question.
>"You said that I deserve a relationship where someone respects me."
"Yeah? So?"
>"Well...you respect me."
>Oh.
>Oh, fuck.
>Suddenly things start to come full circle, but your brain is still shaking of the inertia of sleep, trying desperately to get rusty gears to mow.
>Soarin wanted a relationship with you?
>You can't say you ever really considered that.
>For starters, he's your very best friend.
>But that certainly does explain his behavior earlier. How he had gotten excited when you told him he could sleep in your bed.
>You drag a hand across your face, your mind racing for something to say.
"Soarin, I didn't…I'm not…"
>>19963601
>You take a hold of his beloved googles and push them back up onto his forehead
>>19963650
Holy shit, I've been doing this all night, haven't I? I guess that's what I get for drinking so early today. At least you know Soarin doesn't use Bing.
Need a quick shower, hopefully it'll wake me up a little.
>>19963783
Lel, no problem. Can't wait to read more Soarin.
>>19963817
At least this isn't as bad as when I made a few typos in the Royal Pincushion thread. I somehow found a way to make it sound like Cadence's chin was on TOP of her head. Like three times. Back to writing in a few minutes.
>>19964097
I love it when writefags are so based.
>>19963601
>Judging by the reaction on his face, you might as well have slapped him.
>His entire body shudders as he fights back more tears.
>"I just thought…you and me…someday…maybe…"
>Stunned into silence, you simply sit there and watch as your best friend pours his heart out.
>"I know you're not really into stallions. I wasn't either! But, every time I'm with you I feel happy. Like, really happy, dude."
>You let him continue, not daring to interrupt, but also for a lack of things to say.
>Your best friend is telling you he has feelings for you and you're at a loss.
>"I'm sorry for jumping the gun. Really. Thanks for not laughing at me, at least."
>The last few words hit you hard. First Lightning Dust, now this.
>Standing, you head back to the couch and pat the cushion, although you don't take a seat yourself.
>Dutifully, Soarin follows you and climbs onto it, sitting obediently.
>"I understand if this changes things."
>It does. Big time. But you think that goes without saying at this point.
"Soarin, can you just, give me a few minutes to think? You're welcome to stay the rest of the night, I just, I gotta think this over first."
>The Wonderbolt nods in understanding, though you can see he's still a little scorned.
>You begin backing up, taking slow, tentative steps toward the bathroom, your hands outstretched, as if he was some delicate vase you don't want to fall over and break.
>He watches you as you back out of the room, following you with this sad, wanting green eyes.
>Once you're sure he isn't going to up and leave the second you turn your back, you head down the hall to the bathroom.
>As you enter, you lean up against the medicine cabinet, your forehead making contact with the cool glass.
>Exasperation leaves your lungs in the form of a sigh. What are you going to do?
>>19964651
Start off as fuckbuddies. Where they don't mind of one brings a mare over for a fun night. But over time it buds into a loving relationship where they want nothing but each other to be genuinely happy. Since they aren't having any luck finding a nice mare to settle down with.
>>19964707
Sorry I deleted that. I'm still debating what I want to try out for the moment. I would hate to end this without getting into the clop I promised, so that makes it a bit more complicated.
>>19964707
In other words, going with the fuckbuddy idea means stretching this out a lot longer than I planned. I'm not trying to like, take away the choice just after offering it, but I'm not sure I can deliver on one of the choices at the moment.
>>19964747
That's cool.
>>19964783
Write whatever you feel is best man. Ultimately it's your decision. The story's been great so far.
>>19964783
I'd say finishing without getting into clop would actually be a plus, but I'm a faggot.
>>19964840
That's not a bad point, but I'd feel like I'm reneging on my promise to have Soarin have a turn at being on top.
Let me know what you anons think of this idea: My instincts right now are to have Anon turns down Soarin, but over the course of a couple weeks, begins to regret it.
Then, maybe AFTER the story is mostly complete, I can write some cloppy extras which don't really affect the plot, but still give Soarin a chance to get his rocks off.
