Forbidden Love NSFW + Story

Maverick and Frightmare were having a very close talk with each other. They seemed like opposites; Maverick was tall, had a long mane, was quiet and quite reserved. Frightmare was of average height, had a feather boa, a shorter mane, was outspoken, and quite proud. What they did have in common, however, was an understanding for one another. Frightmare seemed to accept it.

Maverick however…

“I don’t know…” Maverick said, seeming somewhat nervous. “I know we haven one another for so long, but why me?”

“Because… think about it.” Frightmare said, adjusting his feather boa. “What about the last time that we were together? When we were with your friend Peanut Medley? As I recall, we both had fun together.”

“There was a lot of cider drank that day…” Maverick admitted.

“But then a few days later, it was just you and me, Sugar. We had fun without the help of cider.” Frightmare replied with a smirk on his face.

“But I’m not like that!” Maverick said, feeling quite emotional now. “I shouldn’t be like that! That’s… not who I am!”

Frightmare got closer to him, placing a hoof over his shoulders. “Maverick… I’ve known you for some time now. Trust me when I say that it’ll only get worse the more you repress who you are.”

“But I’m not as confident…” Maverick complained.

“Confidence takes time. What matters the most is that you admit who you are. Stop trying to run away from your past and stand your ground.” Frightmare told him with a smile. “Besides… I’ve seen the way that you look at me.” Maverick let out a whimper as Frightmare got in closer to him, placing a hoof over his chest. They then locked eyes. “Maverick… are you going to go through life not being truthful to who you are as a pony, or are you going to finally come to terms on who you are, be confident, and love yourself?”

“But the love… it’s forbidden…” Maverick said, his voice getting quieter and quieter.

“Forbidden by what others say, or by what you say?” Frightmare finally asked.

Maverick thought for a moment, recalling the memories he had with Frightmare. The fun they had. How he seemingly made him more confident as a pony. Finally, he turned towards Frightmare, a frown on his face as he embraced him. Frightmare smiled gently, hugging him tighter and tighter.

“Come now…” Frightmare replied. “Where is the strong stallion I like?”

Maverick then looked at Frightmare, though a frown still on his face. “Frightmare?’

“Maverick…” Frightmare smiled gently, placing a hoof on his cheek, smooching him on the lips. Maverick blushed as he looked at his friend once more.

“Frighty…” Maverick now had the smallest of smiles form.

“Mavie…” Frightmare giggled, smooching him deeply on the lips now, grabbing his body and laying Maverick down on top of him as the two began to show their passion for each other. Their bodies gyrated as the moaned gently, pressing one another closer to each other as both stallions were now getting quite excited. The taste of each other’s tongue in their mouths felt quite sour, but their passion felt so sweet.

Their love seemed forbidden but felt so inviting.

Both stallions continued to lick each other’s mouths as they began to grind against one another, feeling more and more excited as their bodies were now in unison.

“Mmm… Mavie… give me more, you handsome stallion!” Frightmare pleaded.

“Only you deserve… my best you beautiful mustang.” Maverick groaned back as he began to lick Frightmare’s neck, then took his feather boa, wrapping it around the two as they smooched deeply on one another once more. They continued to gyrate their hips in sync as they continued their love affair as Maverick now looked at Frightmare, blushing hard for him. He finally was getting himself at peace to who he was, and Frightmare was the first to accept him. This made him more excited as the two continued to thrust eagerly against each other, feeling so good until Maverick himself began to feel a rush forming inside of him as he released his lips from Frightmare, a long strain of saliva connecting the two lovers.

“Mmmmhhh… Frightmare… I’m not… going to last long…” Maverick begged, felling the blood flow towards his most sensitive of areas.

“Finish for me, my sexy stallion!” Frightmare begged. “Let me feel your warm seed on me!”

Just the way that he said it. It put Maverick over the edge as he knew that the countdown began.

5…4…3…2…1…

And just like that, Maverick let out a huge yell as the pressure was too much as he released onto Frightmare, who smiled as his chest began to get coated not only from Maverick’s seed, but his own as well. Frightmare then held Maverick tightly against him as both stallions rode out their orgasm with one another, groaning loudly into each other’s ear.

Their love was considered forbidden by some, but to them, it was inviting and nurturing. They had no regrets from that moment on.  (c) Andrew Faehling (https://www.deviantart.com/strike-of-the-ninja)