>you meet up for lunch today with your friend, Coco Isle
>your treat
>you insist that you're just paying him back for spotting you a few bits at the last fair
>you actually just wanted to spend more time with him
>he made you feel good
>light, fluffy
>your heart soared whenever you got to see him
>he was your best friend
>better than best even
>you didn't ever feel like you needed a mare when you were around him
>as long as you had him you never felt wanting
 
>the only thing you wanted
>it was kind of strange to think about
>sometimes you wanted to just reach over and
 
>you shake the thought from your head
>you felt strange thinking about him like that
>you bring yourself out of your reverie to glimpse at him
>he's still happily scarfing down his meal
>he doesnt notice you staring
>you can feel that feeling come back to you
>like butterflies
>you start to care less and less about what's right or wrong
>you can't really blame yourself
>rich and velvety purple eyes
>sandy mane the same warm hue as the sun
>a smile that could melt you where you stood
>a smile tarnished by a little blotch of ketchup
>he decides that now is the time to notice you
>you get an idea in your head
>you're only going to help him whipe off that little stain
>it's what friends do right?
 
>he seems to get the idea
>with napkin in your mouth, you carefully approach the corner of his own
>so close
>you feel his gentle breath on your muzzle
>bask in the warmth coming off of his face
>or is that yours?
>you're so caught up in the moment that you let the napkin slip from your mouth
>you fumble an apology as you go to pick it up
>he mirrors you precisely
>suddenly you find your lips met with something warm
>soft
>and slightly sweet from the ketchup
>your eyes meet
>shocked
>but neither backing away
>you make a motion to say something
>but with your lips firmly locked to his, you only further the kiss
>he moans
>you shudder
>tingling, sparks
>a whirlwind of sensation dances through your head
>you both gently suck on eachother's lips
>wanting more
>feeling so right
>but so afraid
>you drag the kiss on and on, hoping beyond hope that it never ends
>that you'll never have to part from this sweet nectar
>gingerly now, softly now, afraid to go any faster for fear of ruining the moment
>you never knew you could burn so fiercely
>and yet be so gentle
>all those years of longing
>released here and now
>you part, satisfied
>who knows how long it's been?
>he fixes you with that same beaming face
>the one you fell for
>that's surely reducing you to putty in his hooves
 
>you ignore his attempt at diffusing the tension
>you've got a much better way in mind
>you lick your lips, staring transfixed at that stubborn red splotch
>he helps you along, catching your tounge before it can escape
>you're lip-locked again
>now there's no fear
>you both want this
>need this
>you both scramble onto the table
>nothing would keep you apart
>food be damned, this would sustain you
>this was your only need
>to be with this stallion
>your stallion
>your stallion whom you passionately wrestle with
>your stallion with whom you partake in this agonizing pleasure
>such feelings you had never know before
>feeling him in ways you could never have imagined
>exploring him with your tounge, letting him bare you with his
>all the while tangling your limbs together
>on the attack from every angle
>on every front you meet him in his entirety
>his powerful barrel against yours
>his strong legs pin down your own
>even his shaft comes out to greet your own proud stallionhood
 
>you rub together as best you can
>always wanting more contact
>the press of his throbbing member against yours releases a torrent in your head
>you shudder and whimper into his mouth
>he only responds with more vigor
>he full on grinds you into the table
>your cocks rub over eachother, slippery and dripping with your combined arousals
>celestia, it burns
>you burn, you burn so good
>sparks of pleasure arc through your body
>your stallion presses deeper into your mouth
>holds you tighter in his grip
>you surge forward with renewed vigor
>your stallion is close
>you've scant few seconds left in this paradise
>he breaks from your lips
>loosing a passionate cry
>thick ropes of his cum splatter between the two of you
>his pleasure only spurns you on
>you never slow your pace
>milking your stallion of every last drop of his potent seed
>it's your turn now, you can feel your pleasure peaking
>you desperately hump faster, your own cock feels like it's about to burst
>you try to hold on, try to hold back
>but your resolve breaks, your urges just too powerful
>chilling, spine-tingling, back-arching waves crash through you
>your cock twitches as jets of your own seed paint your stallion a lovely shade of white
>you're sent reeling, your mind numb, still riding out the most powerful orgasm of your young life
>rapturous estacy still burns deep inside you as you spurt for your fifth time
>finally you go utterly limp as your muscles burn with exhaustion
>your stallion follows suit, collapsing into your powerful, cum-soaked frame
>you're more tired than you've ever felt before
>yet it's the most comforting, satisfying feeling in the world
>you've made love with another stallion
>lying in a puddle of your passions
>no mare could have satisfied you so
>you raise your trembling limbs in one final effort
>wrap your stallion in your hooves
>forgo the unspoken words
>you both know exactly how you feel
>as you drift into a comfortable, peaceful rest
 
What a way to come out.