Of Lust & Stallions

Story by Amethyst Mare on SoFurry

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Two stallions in space... Friends with benefits? Apollo is keen to make it so!


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Of Lust & Stallions


Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Jet3270

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"Here's to good friends!"

A glass of ruby wine and fine scotch respectively clinked, though the glasses did not match. The glass was not a suitable shape for savouring the aroma and flavour of red wine, though there were not in a position to be choosy on the orbiting spaceship, locked into position as a temporary satellite on the planet under investigation. It still didn't have a name, but that was a fact that didn't concern either of the equines that shared one of the many cabins with one another.

BlackWing and Apollo had been cabin-mates for months, though the stallions could not have claimed to, as yet, know one another inside out. BlackWing boasted the most experience, a striking black stallion with a roached mane and pair of leathery wings that the tailors often complained about but he still found useful in zero gravity. His red eyes held many secrets, some of them that his cabin-mate knew. Apollo, on the other hoof, was a stallion who was more of an open book to all, his dappled blue coat seeming to glisten with an air of the exotic that drew in company as if he were a flame and the rest of the crew mere moths, dancing to his light. The unicorn horn set him apart, lightly curved in a soft, grey hue that begged the caress of a finger or lover's lips.

"What a backbreaker," Apollo muttered, pressing his paw over his eyes. "I never figured it would be so many hours up here. Moving through zero gravity is exhausting."

"It was a long day," BlackWing agreed with a groan, slumping back beside his friend onto the sofa that doubled as a bed when the lights turned down, signalling the crew that they were within designated sleeping hours. "But it's not a bad one when I have the pleasure of ending it with such company. You will find yourself acclimatising to how to move and conserve energy soon."

The black stallion smiled warmly and sipped his scotch, enjoying the shivering burn as it eased its way down his throat. It was not the best that could be found, but their job did afford some perks and a few vices, so many leagues from their home planet. And the lucrative work helped both of them provide for their futures while gaining valuable experience.

Sometimes, however, the company of others could find itself lacking when it came to lovers, though Apollo was a stallion dead set on changing BlackWing's mind on one particular nuance of lovemaking.

As if his mind was on a single track, Apollo's paw crept over the stallion's thigh, standard issue linen smoothing flat beneath his fingertips. BlackWing stiffened and cast the other stallion a look that said more than the tensing muscles in his body.

"Apollo..." He said slowly. "You know we've talked about this. I cannot... Mate, I simply don't enjoy what you are proposing, although it is, as ever, flattering."

The blue equine chuckled and savoured his wine, leaning in closer, breath warm on BlackWing's cheek. His demeanour betrayed that it was not his first glass, even if BlackWing was not to know. More for something to do rather than anything else, the black stallion nervously downed the rest of his scotch, the burn less favourable as it seared its way down his throat. Perhaps it was a cheaper bottle than he had originally thought. Everything was becoming fuzzy around the edges and it was hard to hold on to one thought before it slipped through his fingers.

"You know you want to try," Apollo murmured, lipping sweetly at his friend's neck. "It doesn't mean anything, nothing more than the closeness between us. I would never hurt you, BlackWing."

He mimicked BlackWing's way of talking, putting the stallion at ease as he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding the unflattering khaki down his thighs. That was where the tentative dance, flirtation, if one willed, usually ended, but something caused the adamantly heterosexual stallion to pause. It was a long enough pause for Apollo to make his move.

The unicorn's lips pressed softly to BlackWing's even as the stallion pulled away. But a paw slipped round to the back of his head, finding no mane there with which to wind his fingers into and making do. And his touch was so sweet, so caring and tender that BlackWing could not help but slip into it, melting into the warmth of a kiss not felt for many, many years. He was not to know what would come in his future but, in that moment and that moment alone, he was there and so was Apollo: a stallion that wanted him very, very badly.

"I..."

The word was breathed from hesitant lips and Apollo sealed the deal away, taking BlackWing's swelling cock between both paws.

"Relax... It'll be fine..."

Famous last words often came from desperate lips, but Apollo was as needy as his friend, cock slipping from his soft sheath to bulge out the front of his own trousers. Without thinking, he shucked himself of his uniform, leaving himself in nothing but his beautifully dappled blue coat, hooves gleaming with the care he put into maintaining healthy hoof wall and frog. BlackWing was less easily disrobed through lustful kisses, his chest heaving as his nipples perked into the relatively cool air of the cabin.

The stallion's head swam. When had his shirt been removed? He could not remember, could not think of anything beside Apollo's lips on his, the stallion's paws roaming his body as if they understood every last detail of his sculpted form, down to the roundness of his stomach. He was not a slender beast but one that could be held securely in one's arms, the form of a creature that knew how to hold himself tall and hold his own ground.

Only, against Apollo, his strength went out of the window when faced with the more athletically built stallion who, at least, matched him for height. Snorting heavily, BlackWing tried to pull away, but the paw on his shaft called him back in, pleasure tingling through his nervous system with the lure of a siren's song.

"I've wanted you," Apollo breathed, as if BlackWing needed to be told. "For so, so long..."

"I..." BlackWing shook his head. "I cannot..."

Flinching, he pulled back, pressing two fingers to the throbbing pulse point between his eyebrows.

"I do not know how."

It was an admission from the inexperienced, at least in the ways of homosexual sex, but a hard and ready stallion was right there to help him. Although he knew BlackWing had professed to be straight, he could not have failed to miss the sidelong looks in the showers, how his friend's paw lingered when he slung an arm around his shoulders for a friendly hug. The stallion liked him, just a little, even if he himself did not yet know it. But Apollo could guide him, show him just a little bit more of a world that he had thrown himself into whole-heartedly long ago.

His paws guided the stallion, but there were no protests as he massaged BlackWing's balls, rolling the soft, stallion-orbs between his fingers and palms, lovingly adoring the body he'd looked on from a distance for too long.

"I don't know..."

BlackWing tried again to tell him, but Apollo was already in motion, a finger pressing oh so very lightly to his lips, a feather-light kiss.

"I'll help you," Apollo whispered huskily, laying the more heavily muscled equine back on the sofa. "Just relax... Let me take care of you..."

And, eager for the touch of another after so long aboard, BlackWing tentatively gave in, allowing the stallion to move over him, tail flicking up to expose the bud of his tail hole to BlackWing's eager shaft. They had nothing like a lubricant nearby, but it did not cause them pause for thought. Apollo would not have stopped for anything - not when the proud stallion had finally agreed to what he had to offer.

"Will it hurt you?" BlackWing murmured, paws rising of their own accord to Apollo's hips as if he could guide the horse down himself. "I don't want to cause you pain."

The blue stud nickered softly and shook his head, mane spilling beautifully from one side of his neck to the other, sitting astride his friend.

"No..." He winked. "Only if I take too much too quickly. And I want everything you have to give."

But he didn't allow BlackWing time to answer, rolling his hips down as the smooth tip of the stallion's shaft quested for entrance, hard, throbbing and drooling. Better than anything that had ever come to his mind in his fantasies, the stallion bore down, nickering as BlackWing stretched him out, clumsily rocking his hips to help work his shaft between Apollo's muscled rear cheeks. Head spinning wonderfully, Apollo's lips parted in a moan, tail flagging high enough to expose the dock as he leaned onto BlackWing's chest, needing the stability as his tail hole was stretched and spread for the first time in too long.

"Oh..."

There were no more words he could have uttered, whimpering and moaning as he eased down all the way, taking BlackWing all the way into his tight pucker, tail twitching and flicking wantonly. He rested there with the full length buried, his own shaft jerking and twitching with a faintly equine shape as pre-cum glistened lustfully at the flatter tip of his shaft.

"Let me..."

Carefully, BlackWing took the equine in his arms and lay him back, somehow managing to keep his shaft inside his partner of the evening. Apollo's heart surged, but he had not a moment to feel grateful for his partner taking a more active, if clumsy, role before he was wrapping his legs around the stallion's waist and rolling his buttocks back into each and every one of the equine's thrusts.

The equines moaned, two bodies coming together in lust and companionship as BlackWing, made bold by the liquor, pressed his lips to Apollo's kissing him even as his thrust. The stallion's anal passage clenched and squeezed around the thick length, not enough to cause pain but pleasantly filling, as BlackWing thrust, finding some kind of rhythm and force that would please them both, sweat beading the muscled lines of their bodies. Time ceased to have meaning for the two of them, lips hungrily finding one another and tongues darting between lips as they nickered lustfully into one another's muzzles.

It had been too long, however, and BlackWing could not hold back as Apollo folded his fingers around his hard length, guiding the stallion in how to get him off too. It only took a few strokes of the blue equine's cock before he whinnied out his pleasure, humping and grinding back at BlackWing while the black stud spread his wings wide, breaking the kiss for a howl of pleasure.

On the edge. It was a joyous place to be, but one that could not be maintained for any length of time.

As Apollo's cock spurted and coated their stomachs in a layer of sticky stallion-seed, Blackwing grunted and groaned out his climax, wings snapping out and staying there, quivering. His balls tightened up and it was all he could to do keep thrusting without entirely taking leave of his senses. He filled Apollo to the brim - or, at least, it felt like he did, as BlackWing did not know how it felt to fill another male, only a female as willing for the encounter as he was. But Apollo was oh so willing, back arching wonderfully as he cried out his pleasure, the last dribbles of slick cum trickling down his shaft to his sheath.

Coming down from his high, Apollo shakily eased his legs free and BlackWing moved with him, sleep tugging at his eyelids. He found a place behind the stallion where the equine fitted against his chest, one wing lazily flung over his friend as if to protect him from harm. They could not help that climax and the afterglow drew them to slumber, but it did matter that they first spend sweet moments in the security of each other's arms.

Sleep came quickly, however, and, as they slumbered, two glasses sat on the table beside them, forgotten but not forgiven.

One night, after all, may lead to another. Only time would tell.