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For Butch there was nothing nicer than putting on his favourite Hawaiin style swim trunks on a hot day, beer in hand, and sitting on the edge of the pool with his hooves in the nice, cool water. Beside him on that particular hot day sat his best friend, a beefy chestnut stallion with a white diamond on the middle of his forehead, wearing a bright red speedo that left little to the imagination.

"Fuck it's hot. Might take another dip. Can't believe my fur is already dry from my last swim," Kevin said as he sipped from his can. He was about to take another when he noticed Butch eyed him strangely. "Uh, everything okay there, mate?"

"Yeah, why?" Butch asked with a brow raised.

"Because you're looking at me weird. Listen, I know I'm drop dead gorgeous but I didn't think I'd be the type for a straight guy like you," Kevin said with a smirk.

"Ha! Please, you wish you could get your grubby little hands on me. Sorry but I'm way out of your league," Butch said, shooting him a wink.

Kevin and Butch had been best friends for a good fifteen years, ever since they'd met on their first day of grade ten. Butch had been this scrawny little black bull, new in town, awkward and shy as hell with no idea on how to survive high school life. He'd been surprised at lunch when a certain young stallion, all grins and full of energy, had bounded up to him and offered he sit with him and his friends.

"I get what it's like being the outcast," he'd said to him, "but, don't worry, come chill with us and we'll have your back."

He didn't understand what Kevin had meant at the time. He was an upbeat guy who obviously had friends, so, how could he be an outcast? Butch soon learned that there were a group of students not too keen on the boisterous horse. Being an openly gay teenager had that effect on some people. But the gay thing never bothered Butch. He was totally one hundred percent straight but Kevin was his friend and who he liked making out with was only one aspect of who he was, so, who cared? Hell, a much bigger part of his personality was his love of working out, a habit he managed to get Butch into which was how he grew to be the beefy boy he was now. He was even bigger than Kevin was.

Butch found himself looking at his friend's bare chest. Sure, Butch was bigger now but that didn't mean Kevin's body was anything to sneeze at. He had washboard abs and, his pecs in particular, were amazing. They were so large and he couldn't help to think what it would feel like with them under his fingers. But in a totally straight way. He just wanted to see how firm they were. There wasn't anything gay about wanting to see how your bro's workout routine was going, right?

"Uh, dude, you okay? You keep looking at me funny," Kevin said with a raised brow.

"Sorry, was just thinking about stuff," he said as he looked him up and down some more, stopping when he noticing something very interesting. "Uh, bro, is that a stripe of pink in your mane?"

Kevin laughed. "Seriously? I did this a week ago and you only just noticed?"

"Yeah, sorry. Why'd you do it?" Butch said, unable to take his eyes off the stripe.

Kevin gave his a dismissive wave. "You wouldn't be interested."

"If I wasn't interested then I wouldn't have asked."

The stallion opened and then closed his mouth, doing his best impression of a fish, Butch noticing with surprise the dusting of red that covered his cheeks. "It's embarrassing, okay?"

"Bro, now you have to tell me," Butch said with a chuckle as he took a drink from his beer bottle.

"Well, there's this guy I've been seeing and he wanted me to do it," Kevin trailed off as he looked at anywhere but Butch.

"Aaaand?"

"And what? There's nothing else to say. Yup, nothing at all. I'm just seeing a dude that likes the colour pink, that's all," Kevin said way too fast and was his eye twitching?

Butch frowned. "Yeah, now I'm getting worried. You sure everything's okay, man?"

Kevin opened and closed his mouth a few times, doing his best impression of a fish, before sighing and saying, "All right, I'll tell you. Just don't laugh, okay?" Butch made a zipping motion across his lips, making Kevin chuckle. Then, with one more awkward laugh, he added, "This relationship I'm in is a little different. This guy I'm seeing is my, uh, Dom. He only has horse subs and he likes us having a pink stripe in our manes. It's a way to show that we're his, you know?"

Dom? Sub? Butch sniggered as he said, "Kev, bro, are you into S&M?"

"You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I'm sorry, man, but it's just so...unexpected, I guess? I mean, you're this big guy. I always assumed you were the giver, not the other way around."

"Actually I'm vers. I'm just a very submissive vers. Listen, just don't tell anyone else about this, all right?"

"Bro, I'm not gonna run around town saying you like being tied up and spanked. That would be weird."

"And enjoying being tied up and spanked isn't?"

Butch shrugged. "Kev, with all the weird shit out there, I'd say that's pretty tame."

"If you knew the other things I was into, you wouldn't exactly be calling me tame," Kevin chuckled as he twirled the pink stripe in his hair around a finger, eyes getting a faraway look about them as if remembering something.

He didn't know why but Butch's mouth grew dry at his friend's statement. Licking his lips to try and regain some form of moisture, he found himself asking, "So, this guy you're seeing...what's he like? Gonna bring him over for poker night some time?"

"Our relationship isn't really like that. It's just a fun sex thing, nothing serious."

"Dude, he made you dye your mane!"

"It's just hair. I can cut it or dye it something else. It's not like its this expensive or permanent thing. Besides, having my mane like this does help to..." He stopped twirling his locks, his hands instead falling to his lap, as his ears flattening against his head.

"And now you're acting weird. Doesn't take a genius to tell there's more to it."

With a heavy sigh, Kevin looked up at the bull as he said, "You're not wrong there. There's this guy I like. A lot. And, I guess, having this pink stripe helps get my mind off of him by showing I belong to someone else? At least, that was the idea. It hasn't helped much. I still can't get this guy out of my head no matter what I do or who I'm with."

For some reason, hearing him say he was interested in someone made Butch's chest grow tight. Why was he feeling so weird today? Was he coming down with something?

"Who's this guy you're interested in?" he found himself asking without thinking.

"I shouldn't say. It'll just make things awkward."

"Wait, why would it be awkward? Do I know him?"

"Oh, hey, would you look at that? My beer's empty. Welp, better go inside and get another one," Kevin said as he hastily stood, trotting back inside a little quicker than he really needed to.

Butch found his gaze migrating to Kevin's speedo clad backside as he walked away, mesmerized by the way his tail swished between those firm cheeks. He was admiring them on a purely innocent level, mind you. As a fellow gym fiend he was just wondering what workout he did to get such impressive glutes. Yup, no ulterior motives at all.

Wondering just why Kevin was trying to avoid the subject of his secret crush, Butch stood up and followed the chestnut stallion inside.

He found him in the kitchen, leaning over a counter by the sink, head buried in his hands. Butch didn't know what it was, some attempt to comfort his clearly distressed friend no doubt, but he found himself resting a large hand on the back of his mane. Kevin shot up at the sudden touch and Butch, caught off guard, tightened his grip on the mane, tugging on it harshly as a result.

Kevin yelping out in pain was, obviously, the realistic result of nearly being scalped. The lewd moan he actually let out had definitely been a surprise. Butch's dick twitching to life at the sound was even more of a shock.

A clearly embarrassed Kevin said, "How about we forget that ever happened? Or I could just go drown myself in the pool. Yeah, I think that'll work."

"Dude, you moaned."

"I know, Butch," Kevin cringed. "Could you please just let go of my mane so I can get to the drowning?"

"You like having your hair pulled, huh? Is this a kink thing? You're a masochist?"

"Butch, please. Now isn't the time to-"

The bull yanked on his mane and Kevin gasp. He pulled again and his whole body shuddered. "Fuck! Would you stop doing that already?" he groaned, face growing red.

"Why? You seem to like it."

"And you're okay with that?!" Kevin said, practically yelling.

"You know what? Actually, yeah, I am."

He turned Kevin's head around and smashed his lips onto his. Kevin opened his mouth as he gasped in shock, Butch taking the opportunity to slide his tongue onto the stallion's mouth. Kevin's body tensed up and, for a moment, Butch was expecting him to push him aside and start yelling. He was pleasantly surprised when his body relaxed and he returned the kiss, sliding his tongue against the bull's, exploring his mouth in any way he could.

When the two eventually broke the kiss, both men were left standing there, staring at each other while breathing heavy and red faced. "What the hell was that?" Kevin finally asked after what felt like an eternity had passed.

"I kissed you?" Butch said, sounding a little surprised himself.

"But you're straight! You are straight, aren't you?"

"Normally but, I dunno, guess I'm super gay for you?"

The room grew silent as Kevin just stood there blinking. He then broke out into a wide smile as he said, "I'll take that," before ramming into his face once more another kiss.

This one was shorter, more chaste, and when it was done, Butch looked at his friend and said, "But what about that other guy you liked?"

"God, you're so dumb," Kevin said as he smiled. "I was talking about you, idiot. I've had feelings for you for years."

"Shit, are you serious?" Butch said wide eyed.

With a smirk, Kevin began to grind his plump backside against Butch's groin, the large bull groaning as he felt himself grow harder. "Does this feel serious enough to you?" Kevin chuckled.

"Fuck, you're such a tease."

With a fistful of Kevin's mane still in hand, he yanked his head back, earning him a moan in response. Licking his lips, the stallion said, "Yes, pull on me just like that. It feels so good."

Butch's dick twitched at the sultry tone his friend was taking, unable to stop himself from pressing against him, his fabric covered dick slotting nicely between his cheeks. It was then his eyes landed on the space between his neck and shoulder and, unable to stop himself, he leaned down and placed a kiss on his fur covered skin, that simple action earning him an appreciative moan from the other man.

He then decided to bring out his teeth and give him a little nibble. But his gentle bite soon grew harder as his teeth sank into Kevin's skin as he gave a harsh suck, the idea of giving him a proper hickey being the only thing running through his mind. Much like the strand of colour in his mane had marked him as someone else's, Butch wanted the mark on his neck to tell everyone he was his.

When he pulled away, he was a little disappointed to see the fur covering up most of the mark. Kevin's stupid, sexy, silky fur getting in the way of showing everyone who he really belonged to.

Butch bit his lip. That morning he thought he was straight and now all he could think about was making his male best friend his. What did that even mean? Did he want him to be his boyfriend? Going on dates and introducing him as his significant other to people? That sounded pretty nice, actually.

"Butch? What is it? Why did you stop?"

The bull was broken out of his thoughts by Kevin's words, the man sounding genuinely concerned. With a grin, Butch said, "I was just thinking...I don't know much about this BDSM stuff but if you're willing to teach me then how about I be your Master instead of whoever made you put this stupid pink stripe in your hair."

"You want to be my..." Kevin's breath hitched. "Dude, that is the hottest thing you have ever said in the history of ever. Fuck, you have no idea how much I want you right now."

Kevin hooked his fingers into the band of his speedo, pulling it down to drop around his hooves. Butch failed to hold back a groan as he was met with Kevin's bare backside.

"As much as I want you inside me, I can feel you're pretty big and I'm not properly prepared. Still, I don't think I can hold off not coming much longer, so, how about you rut against me while pulling on my mane?"

"I think I can handle that," Butch said as he pulled his trunks down enough so that his impressive member was freed.

He placed his cock between Kevin's cheeks, the stallion saying in response, "You really are a big boy, aren't you?"

"You have no idea, my little pony."

"Who you calling a little-"

But before Kevin could finish, Butch was yanking on his mane and thrusting forward.

The feeling of being stuck between two such glorious buns was amazing, Kevin's backside being far more amazing than any woman's. Honestly, he didn't know if he'd ever be able to go back to a woman after this and, honestly, did he even want to?

At a particularly hard yank, Kevin moaned, "Oh, fuck, Sir, pull my mane just like that."

Butch bit his lip. He'd only ever been called Sir by cashiers and little kids before and it sure as hell hadn't made him felt like this.

His grip tightened on his mane as his thrusts because more erratic, the pre leaking from his cock helping to lube up Kevin's behind. "Fuck, I can feel your shaft sliding against my hole," Kevin gasped. "I don't think I can last much longer."

"Me neither, Kev," Butch said through gritted teeth.

"Come on me, Sir, please! Cover my coat in your seed!"

With one more harsh tug of his mane, Butch was coming all over Kevin's chestnut fur just like he requested, the stallion letting out a high pitched moan as his own orgasm hit him.

Butch let go of his hair at last to wrap his arms around the horse's waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Damn, that was amazing," he said with a light laugh.

"Dude, I came without even touching my dick. Your hair pulling skills? That good," Kevin said with a chuckle of his own.

The room grew silent as the two men stood there, recovering from their post-orgasmic high. Butch still found it hard to believe he'd actually done such a thing, not just with another man but his best friend to boot. And what did that mean for their relationship now? Were they a couple? A wide grin spread over Butch's face at the thought. He had a boyfriend now and not just a boyfriend but a submissive. Sure, he was practically clueless in everything such a relationship entailed but, with Kevin's help, he was sure he'd have fun learning.