(Original upload date: October 4, 2016)
 
As the glowing golden orb of sunlight descended below the green horizon of apple orchards and fields, every pony in the small town of Ponyville crawled back into their homes for a long night of rest, the moonlight rising from the trees as the blistering summer heat was replaced with a cool nighttime breeze~
 
From somewhere up in the old Apple Acres farm, a bright orange light shone from within the red animal barn, flickering beams of light spilling over the dirt from under the cracks in the door, with barely a sound to be heard over the abundant quiet chirping of the crickets.
 
Inside the barn however two ponies lay, one against their will and another keeping him captive. Locked snugly within the thick twisting coils of a serpentine cowpony, a young pegasi mercenary drools and breaths heavily, eyes spinning wildly with a spectrum of colours as his ears twitch delightfully with each and every subtle squeeze of his owners coils against his skin.
 
What had started as Merc wandering across Braeburn at the wrong time had slowly led into more extensive visits from the young stallion into his barn. Playdates of hours gradually turned into days, and quickly then into weeks as Braeburn grew more and more attached to snuggling and squeezing his cute orange boyfriend. Once or twice a month without fail, Merc would walk up to Sweet Apple Acres trapped in a deep slumber, the subliminal submissive desires walking him onward with eyes spiralling faintly in the dark, only to wake up standing naked in a straw laden barn with a tall dommy nagapony flexing his coils with anticipation.
 
Running his fingers through his toy’s hair the stallion gazed down upon the young pony trapped and molested within his cool scaly embrace, watching his long muscly tail grope and ripple against their body, eliciting exhausted and erotic moans from the poor boy, his cheeks burning a deep blue hue as the squishy flexible tail tugs and binds tightly around his neck like a snug feral collar to tease his prey.
 
Just as the poor little pony was about to pass out, a loud buzzing noise fills the air. Spinning his torso around quickly, Braeburn locked his coils tightly around his prey and slithered off to find the source of this sound. Picking up the pegasi’s torn up clothes from the floor, Braeburn dug his hand into the softly lined pockets and pulled out a small black cell phone, turning it’s screen on to read a message from one of his cute little boy’s friends, swiftly writing out a reply that would ensure the two stallions snuggling for a very long time~