Corporal Butterscotch, Commander of the Pansy Brigade

Chapters

Butterscotch
Gathering Courage
The Invasion
Buckler

Butterscotch

At Canterlot Castle, the Royal Garden of Princess Celestia grew at the east side of the castle walls so that the flowers could soak up as much sun as possible. It was also here that Princess Celestia allowed her subjects to host the Canterlot Garden Party. For the remainder of the year, however, its only occupants were the rare and exotic animals that she kept as pets; they, of course, and the royal gardener. Mr. Greenhooves, however, had retired that year. Princess Celestia had hired numerous ponies to try to continue his work, but all they did was frighten the poor animals. That is, until Princess Celestia had caught one of the Pegasus guards actually talking with one of the squirrels. It was on that day that Corporal Butterscotch became the official guard of the gardens, whose jobs it was to ensure that the plants were well watered to remain at attention, and that nopony tried to break in to capture any of the creatures. It was also the day that some of the less kind guards had given him yet another name – Commander of the Royal Pansy Brigade.

This was the time of day, however, that Butterscotch found himself performing his rounds within the Royal Garden of Princess Luna. To be honest, Butterscotch preferred the princess of the night’s garden. Unlike Princess Celestia’s garden, her sister had chosen an area near the waterfalls to the north of Canterlot Castle, and her flowers bloomed only at night. The sun was beginning to set just as Butterscotch entered the night time garden. At the lake, the Red Flares rose out of the water, the petals slowly opening, one by one. The Evening Primrose and Night Gladiolus quickly followed suit. As he approached the clearing ahead of him, Butterscotch looked around to make sure that nopony was watching before he removed his bevor armor that covered his barrel. He had learned quickly that the animals did not like the clanging sound of metal that the uniforms always made, and so he set it to the side before pulling out some fruit from his saddlebags. He adjusted the eagle talon that he had turned into a necklace after saving the life of said eagle. Butterscotch turned his attention upwards at the sound of rustling leaves. A small kinkajou made its way down from the tree and onto Butterscotch’s back.

“Hey, Kinks,” Butterscotch said, listening as the little creature chattered on about its day, “Oh really, now? We’ll just have to have a talk with Sergeant Sabre, won’t we?”

Kinks chittered for a moment and then leapt up to the tree and disappeared. A shadow fell in front of Butterscotch. He turned around and saw a large earth pony standing in front of him with a large grimace on his muzzle.

“Have a talk with me about what?” Sergeant Sabre asked.

“Sir.” Butterscotch replied as loudly as he could and stood at attention.

Sabre shook his head and began to pace back and forth, not even looking at the stallion.

“Why are you even here?” Sabre asked.

“Sir,” Butterscotch replied, “I’m here because I have finished my rounds in Princess Celestia’s Royal Garden, and I have to perform my rounds here before my shifts ends.”

Sabre’s eyes narrowed as he stomped towards Butterscotch. Butterscotch tried his best to keep his composure, but the way Sabre looked at him always made him feel as though he had done something wrong. Sabre looked at Butterscotch’s barrel.

“And what’s this, Corporal? Are you stripping for the animals or something? Figures.”

“Sir, no sir,” Butterscotch replied, “The animals don’t like the sound of armor, so I-”

Butterscotch yelped as he found himself thrown on the ground with a small dagger near his barrel.

“This is why you keep your armor on at all times, Corporal. You never know who might be around the corner, just waiting to strike. Why don’t you just become a gardender instead of being dead weight on our guards?”

Butterscotch closed his eyes. He didn’t even know why Sabre hated him so much. They had been in the same enlistment group and had even performed drills together. Maybe Sabre was right, maybe he should quit.

“This is why they call you Captain Pan-”

“What is going on here?” A voice commanded.

Butterscotch looked up and saw his commanding officer, Sergeant Buckler.

“Corporal Butterscotch isn’t going to quit,” Buckler continued, “Because he holds the records for the highest raw score on the RSVAB and has never once had to be reprimanded. And what are you doing with one of my squad’s guards?”
Sabre got on his hooves and pulled Butterscotch to attention.

“I was looking for Corporal Butterscotch and noticed that he had stripped himself of his uniform, in violation of the regulations in the RG 670-1. Rather than taint his “spotless record”, as you put it, I felt that engaging in a real world scenario to make him realize his mistake was more appropriate. Celestia knows he needs it.”

“Am I going to have to get Captain Armor on this?”

“Of course not,” Sabre huffed, “I think the lesson has been learned. Besides, I have my own guard squad to whip into shape. Fortunately, my job can’t possibly be nearly as difficult as yours, Sergeant Buckler.”

Butterscotch remained at attention throughout the exchange. Neither of the stallions in front of him had told him to be at ease, and another thing that Butterscotch learned he had been good at was taking orders. Not only was he the highest scorer on the Royal Guard Service Vocational Aptitude Battery, but also his commanding officers always wrote glowing reports about his abilities during defensive tests. It was only when he had to take part in real world scenarios, when he was placed in positions that required him to be assertive, that his weaknesses tore through.

Here, though, Butterscotch could do nothing but stare at the form in front of him. The setting sun gleamed over Buckler’s helmet and armor, casting him in a light of white haze. Buckler’s horn glowed with a grey light and his deep brown eyes glowed with passion and anger. Butterscotch’s breathing hitched at the knowledge that Buckler’s eyes were glowing because he was defending him from Sabre. He stamped that thought out of his mind as soon as he felt his wings begin to unfurl.

Once they were down, however, Butterscotch found his gaze trail down from Buckler’s eyes and down to his neck. Each time he stopped talking for a moment, the small lump at the space in between his jowl and throat bobbed down. Buckler’s neck muscles and shoulders tensed as he lifted his fore hoof and stamped the ground.

Butterscotch knew he shouldn’t be looking at his commanding officer like that. But for Celestia's sake, he couldn't stop. It wasn't that he thought about it often, in fact, it seemed to be only Buckler that drew those thoughts out of him. If the other guards knew that he was a virgin, he knew that the teasing would only get worse. But still, he couldn’t draw himself away from Buckler as he and Sabre continued their verbal assault against one another. The bevors covered only the backs of the guards, leaving the view of Buckler’s barrel and abs open for him to see. Butterscotch could tell that the argument was getting intense because at that moment, Buckler reared back onto his hind hooves. Butterscotch watched as Bucklers flanks flexed and stretched. Please, Butterscotch thought to himself, let me keep control of my wings. Buckler lowered his body to the ground and squinted his eyes at Sabre, whose expression had now turned from one of anger to one of fear.

“You can go now, Sergeant Sabre.” Buckler said calmly.

Sabre let out another huff and turned away. Before he took two strides, however, a peach pit sailed through the air and landed on his helmet. A metal clang resounded through the garden, and Butterscotch looked up to see Kinks shaking a claw at him and chattering madly.

“Why you little-”

Sabre turned around and started to gallop at the little kinkajou, but Butterscotch moved to stop him. Before anything else could happen, however, a blue orb appeared in between them. The orb expanded, and Princess Luna appeared.

“What is going on?” Princess Luna asked.

Both of the sergeants turned to Princess Luna, but Luna ignored them in favor of the guard she knew better. She nodded to Butterscotch, who moved slowly into an at ease position.

“Your Highness,” Butterscotch replied as meekly as possible, “It was just a misunderstanding. Kinks just needed to talk to Sergeant Sabre about his cinnamon allergy. I’m sure Sergeant Sabre didn’t know that when he gave him the apple slices.”

“Corporal Butterscotch, can you please escort the good sergeants out of my garden? It’s nearing dusk and I want to view my Dragon Fruit Flowers in peace.”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

Butterscotch turned to the exit of the garden, with both sergeants trailing closely behind. As soon as they left, Sabre galloped away towards the barracks, leaving Butterscotch and Buckler alone.

“I’m sorry, Sergeant.” Butterscotch said.

“Please, Scotch,” Buckler replied, “You’ve reached the end of your shift. And I’m your friend, aren’t I?”

Butterscotch turned his head. Friends most definitely did not have the thoughts that he had about Buckler.

"The squad's going out to Prancing Pegasus tonight. Why don't you join us?"

"I'm not so-"

"You can't just stay cooped up in those gardens forever."

Butterscotch sighed and followed the sergeant into the castle and towards the guard locker rooms. He checked the clock as they entered. The argument that Buckler and Sabre had gotten into had lasted longer than he thought. At least that means the locker room will be pretty much emptied. A locker door slammed, and Butterscotch saw the other two members of his squad, Corporals Flash Sentry and Morning Star, arguing, as usual.

“Oh please,” Morning Star said as she shook her mane, “Princess Sparkle is not interested in you. What is she, the Element of Bad Taste in Stallions?”

“You’re just jealous,” Flash Sentry replied as he flashed Morning Star the cheesiest smile that he could, “What mare could possibly resist me?”

“The ones who actually have the social skills necessary to actually go out and meet good stallions?”

“Is it just me, or is your mane thinning out?”

Morning Star’s horn began to glow a pristine white, but was interrupted by Buckler’s command.

“Oh you two just buck already!”

Morning Star’s face scrunched as she tried to erase the thought out of her head. Flash Sentry just rolled his eyes ad his face turned red. Butterscotch’s eyes widened. No matter how many times Buckler make that same joke, it always shocked him to hear the words.

“Sergeant,” Flash Sentry replied, “You tell that joke every time she and I are together, and it always stays just as funny.”

“You know it.” Buckler laughed, “Hey, who’s up for drinks tonight? Butterscotch is coming this time.”

Butterscotch’s eyes widened as Flash Sentry and Morning Star turned to look at him. Flash Sentry shifted his gaze to Buckler for a moment, but back to Butterscotch again. Morning Star just smiled at him.

“Awesome!” Morning Star shouted, “It’s a date then.”

“I’ll be bringing somepony.” Flash Sentry replied.

“Well then,” Morning Star said, “Since Flash is bringing his inflatable pegasus doll, it looks like I’m flying solo tonight. I gotta go and get ready.”

Morning Star levitated the towel from the ground and flung it across the room into the dirty towels hamper. She leaned in and gave Butterscotch a hug and a peck on the cheek.

“Um,” Butterscotch whispered, “I don’t know if I can.”

“Butterscotch, no. Buckler already said you were. Please?”

Butterscotch looked into Morning Stars eyes and knew he wouldn’t be able to say no. Of the three of them, Butterscotch definitely considered Morning Star his closest.

“All right,” Butterscotch replied, “I need to take a shower.”

His squad mates watched as he opened his locker, took out his grooming supplies, and headed for the showers.

*****

Butterscotch trotted into the empty showers and immediately went to the showerhead in the back corner. He always went there, regardless of how many stallions were there. But now, as the warming water began to run down his wings, he was even more relieved that not only was it empty, but that the sergeants and lieutenants had their own showering areas. Butterscotch squeezed some shampoo onto his hoof and began lathering his mane. It was his favorite scent – jasmine and mandarin orange. Steam began to envelop him and he continued to bathe. The thought of Buckler as he reared onto his hind hooves was too much for him to take. He needed to get relief, and he needed it now.

As Butterscotch began to clean his nether regions, his wings began to display into the air. He wondered what color Buckler’s shaft was, immediately imagining it to be black to match his dark grey fur. Soon, his own tan-colored shaft was poking out of his sheath, and Butterscotch closed his eyes as he rubbed a hoof along the tip of his crown. He let out a small gasp as he flicked the tip as he imagined it to be the tip of Buckler’s tongue. He leaned forward, placing one hoof on the wall, and spread his hind legs as he imagined Buckler standing behind him. Butterscotch’s wings were on full display as he began to stroke faster. He instinctively lifted his tail as he imagined Buckler mounting him. Butterscotch wished he had his dildo with him. He wanted Buckler inside of him, long before today, long before he was promoted to squad leader and sergeant. He had wanted him since they had trained together, since he had seen the way Buckler dragged his mud and sweat covered body through the obstacle course; the look of determination in his eyes, the aggression in his body, the way his neck muscles flexed and he gritted his teeth that looked so strong that if they bit down right along his neck-.

A soft moan escaped from Butterscotch’s lips as ropes of cum spurted through the head of his penis, swirled around the drain, and disappeared. His wings slowly lowered, and his breathing returned to normal. He raised his hoof to shut off the water, only to see that he was still trembling. As he gathered his belongings, Butterscotch once again praised the luck that he had to be in an empty shower room. There’s nothing wrong with fantasies, Butterscotch thought, as long as he doesn’t find out.

Gathering Courage

Sergeant Buckler turned off the shower head and left the officers’ shower room. That idiot Sabre was really starting to get to him. He had been in the Royal Gardens looking for Butterscotch to advise him of the next drill exercise. Apparently, Sabre had been looking for him as well. He made his way to his locker to start getting ready for the night out. Luckily for him, all he really needed to do was toss on some cologne and he would be set. He looked at his reflection in the small mirror at the closely trimmed mane style which was just long enough to peek out of his helmet.

His mind turned back to Butterscotch. Buckler was disappointed not in Butterscotch, but in himself. He had approached the Royal Gardens just as Butterscotch had moved to attention. The only reason he didn’t stop it was because he wanted Butterscotch to finally take a stand. He had hoped that Sabre hurting one of the animals would have finally pushed him over the edge. Buckler would have given anything to see that canary colored stallion stand up for himself. Even when Princess Celestia accidentally called Butterscotch “The Smartest Soldier in All of Royal Guard History” when she thought nopony could hear, Butterscotch still couldn’t seem to get over his crippling fear of asserting himself. Buckler shook his head and slammed his hoof into the locker, leaving an indentation. Buck, he thought as he turned to leave the locker room.

The sound of a small gasp caught Buckler’s attention, and he immediately trotted to the other side of the locker room to the shower room of the enlisted personnel. As soon as he turned the corner, his breathing hitched. There, in the corner of the shower room, amidst the steam, stood Butterscotch with his forehoof just starting to coax his member from his sheath. Buckler watched on as Butterscotch’s damp mane pressed against his face. His wings slowly opened until they were on full display for Buckler to see. Buckler watched as Butterscotch’s slender body swayed under the hot water, his strokes increasing as his pink tail slowly lifted into the air. Buckler lifted his fore hoof to his muzzle and bit down to suppress the urge to grunt. It took all of his wherewithal to keep him from galloping over to Butterscotch and mounting him mindlessly until he could find release. A small moan filled the air as Buckler watched Butterscotch stumble forward and close his wings.

Buckler turned to leave, silently reprimanding himself for invading Butterscotch’s privacy like that. Besides, he was Butterscotch’s friend, and now his superior. On a further note, although Butterscotch was more sensitive than other stallions, that didn’t mean he was a colt cuddler. As Buckler thought about it, he never even recalled Butterscotch showing interest in any pony since he knew him. So even he was a colt cuddler, Buckler thought, there’s no way he’d even think about anything that I’d like to do to him. Buckler’s mind went to a small room at his house that he had converted from an office. Buckler mentally took stock of the things in the room: the stockings, imagining each color on those canary hued legs, the small riding crop, which he imagined using to add a little bit of cherry red to that flank.

Buckler shook his head as though to physically throw the thoughts out of his mind and fled from the locker room. He certainly didn’t need a sexual harassment lawsuit on his hooves.

*****

The Prancing Pegasus was almost filled to capacity by the time Buckler arrived. The remixes of DJ Pon-3 blasted through the speakers, and the sound of ponies laughing on the dance floor filled his ears. In the corner of the bar area, Buckler could see Morning Star waving a hoof at him, beckoning for him to come over. He smiled and made his way over, giving his strongest squad mate a hoof bump. Although one of a few female recruits, Morning Star had proven again and again that she could be just as brash as any of her male counterparts. As soon as Buckler sat down, Morning Star whistled at the server and batted her eyes. The young stallion’s eyes widened and he practically galloped over to the table.

“Hey cutie,” Morning Star said in an almost too seductive tone, “Can my sergeant and I get an Appletini and a Hard Apple Cider?”

“Anythin’ fer you, miss.”

“Star,” she replied, “Morning Star.”

The stallion smiled and immediately made his way to the bar.

“You know,” Buckler said, “If you keep leading him on like that, he may expect something by the end of the night.”

“Who said I’m leading him on?” Morning Star deadpanned, “Sweet Celestia, that’s one thick muscled earth pony. You know what they say about earth ponies and plowing.”

The young stallion returned with their drinks, and Morning Star made sure to place the bits directly onto his outstretched hoof so that their hooves touched for a moment. The stallion raised an eyebrow for a moment, smiled, and then went back to work.

“So,” Morning Star said, “What did you say to Butterscotch to finally get him out of his flat?”

“He was just having a bad day is all,” Buckler, “Sabre was giving him a hard time again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Buckler asked.

“Well, I know that you’ve always been protective of Butterscotch.” Morning Star replied, “Even in training, when we first became a squad, you always instinctively protected him.”

Morning Star let out a sarcastic huff.

“As a mare," Morning Star said with mock hurt, "Just know that it hurt me that your first instinct wasn’t to protect me.”

“How could I find time for that when I’m too busy trying to protect the stallions from you?”

“Touche. Besides, I…”

Morning Star paused. Her eyes widened and her muzzle slowly fell open.

“You… have got… to be bucking… kidding me.”

Buckler turned around to see what had caused the look of fear and confusion to appear on Morning Star’s face. His answer lay at the entrance to the bar. Flash Sentry stood at the front door and held it open as a purple alicorn walked through. He watched as she leaned in and gave Flash Sentry a peck on the check before they continued in together. A few ponies began to bow to the princess, but she immediately laughed and shook her head. Her mouth moved, and the ponies stood upright again. Buckler waved his hoof to get their attention.

“Your Highness,” Buckler said.

“Please, just Twilight Sparkle,” the purple alicorn replied, “I just want to be treated like any other pony.”

“Oh,” Flash Sentry said, “This is my squad leader, Sergeant Buckler.”

“We’re off hours, Flash,” Buckler said, “Just Buckler will do.”

“And we call this creature Morning Star.”

Morning Star’s muzzle finally closed and she cautiously lifted her hoof to Twilight Sparkle.

“I can’t believe it. Flash wasn’t lying.”

“Oh?” Twilight Sparkle asked, “And why would he lie about me being his special somepony?”

“How about a drink?” Buckler said a little too loudly, “Hey Star, get that server you’ve been eyeing to come over here. Butterscotch should be here soon.”

Morning Star huffed and then smirked at Buckler before tossing back the Appletini in its entirety before shuffling to her hooves. Buckler turned back to the front of the bar, and that was when he saw Butterscotch.

Butterscotch’s pink hair lay nearly flat on either side of his face, just long enough on one side to cover one of his eyes. He wore the same small necklace with the eagle talon that he always wore. But what caught Buckler’s attention was the tan colored vest. It reached down half of his back and ended right at the midsection of his barrel. His pink tail had a small tan band at the end to keep it from fraying. As soon as he entered the bar, he glanced around nervously until their eyes met. Buckler smiled when the pegasus visibly sighed in relief and then trotted towards them a little too quickly. As soon as he saw Twilight Sparkle, however, he immediately bowed to the floor.

“Y-Your Highness,” Butterscotch said, “I had no idea you’d be here.”

“Hello, Butterscotch, correct?” Twilight Sparkle said, “Please stand. I don’t really feel comfortable with ponies bowing to me. And you can call me Twilight.”

“Of course, Your High- I mean, Twilight.”

With the introductions out of the way, the four ponies arranged themselves in the circled booth. Flash Sentry and Buckler sat on the edges of the booth, putting Butterscotch and Twilight Sparkle in the middle.

“So Butterscotch,” Twilight Sparkle said, “Flashy tells me that you’re the guard of the Royal Gardens? I bet it must be very peaceful.”

“Oh, yes, most of the time,” Butterscotch replied, but then started to fumble his words, “But n-not all the time. It’s not like I’m wasting Canterlot resources. There are a lot of things that can go wrong – vandals, especially in Luna’s Garden, but also poachers. There have been some instances where I’ve had to stop ponies from stealing Princess Celestia’s rare animals.”

Both Flash Sentry and Buckler turned to each other in confusion.

“Poachers?” Buckler asked, “How come you’ve never mentioned these things before?”

“Oh, usually when it happens, the Princesses are able to deal with the issue directly, so that way I don’t have to waste your time with filling out paperwork.”

Buckler placed a hoof at the bridge of his muzzle. Flash Sentry just looked at the pegasus.

“Scotch,” Flash Sentry said, “Why do you do this to yourself?”

“Yeah,” Buckler added, “It’s important that you let me know when you do good work. You need to let everypony know. Maybe if you do, then we can work on getting Sabre off of your flank once in a while.”

“I’ll… I’ll try.” Butterscotch replied.

“Where in Tartarus is Morning Star?” Buckler asked, “We need to get some drinks here.”

“Maybe she’s in the filly’s room.” Twilight Sparkle offered.

“Twilight,” Butterscotch said, “Maybe you can search there, and I’ll look everywhere else.”

In a matter of moments, Flash Sentry and Buckler were the only ones left at the booth. A small grin appeared on Flash Sentry’s face.

“What?” Buckler asked.

“Oh nothing,” Flash Sentry said, “It’s just that when I had left the locker room, I had realized that I forgot my bits bag. I went back to retrieve it and I couldn’t help but notice you were staring into the enlisted shower room with a look similar to how a timberwolf looks at a wounded manticore.”

“Buck off,” he replied, “What were you doing watching anyway?”

“I just thought that maybe you had finally grown the balls to tell Butterscotch how you feel.”

“And you thought I was going to do that while he was showering?”

“Hey, I’m not caught up on the courtship customs of colt cuddlers.”

“Very funny.” Buckler took a swig of his cider.

“But why haven’t you told him?” Flash Sentry asked.

“First of all, there’s the fact that I’m his superior.”

“Princess Twilight’s my superior.” Flash Sentry replied.

“You got me there.” Buckler laughed.

“Asshole. But that doesn’t answer my question now, does it?”

“I don’t even know if he’s a colt cuddler.”

“Are you serious?” Flash Sentry asked.

“Hey,” Buckler replied indignantly, “Just because Scotch is sweet and caring, and just because he doesn’t go around flaunting any sexual conquests, and just because he has a slender body and curves that are-”

“Oh sweet Celestia, stop!” Flash Sentry shouted as he covered his ears, “Dude, you have it bad.”

“I know,” Buckler slumped in the booth, “But I just can’t. There are a lot of risks.”

Buckler turned to see Flash Sentry, whose eyes had taken a knowing glow. He slowly nodded his head.

“You’re scared, aren’t you?”

“What?” Buckler asked.

“Admit it, Buckler. During training, you were always right there at the front during the real world experience training sessions, unless you were worried that Scotch was in trouble. You faced down everything the officers threw at you without blinking. You were instantly recognized as leadership material because of that.”

A mare server approached the booth and set down a series of drinks and shots. The two stallions looked up to the bar and saw Butterscotch and Twilight Sparkle waving at them. Buckler held up one of the light drinks, and Butterscotch simply shrugged his shoulders. Flash Sentry held up the shot, to which Twilight Sparkle grinned evilly. The two stallions continued their conversation.

“Admit it,” Flash Sentry continued, “You’re terrified.”

“Why would I be scared of telling Scotch how I feel?”

“You’re not scared to tell him.” Flash Sentry replied, “You’re scared that he won’t feel the same way.”

Buckler tried to speak, but no words came out. Instead, he looked back down at his cider and gulped the rest of it down. He finally began to give an answer to Flash, but Morning Star galloped to the booth before he could speak.

“Howdy y’all.” Morning Star shouted, “Ah tell ya, workin’ the fields makes a mare thirsty.”

“Oh, for the love of Luna’s Night.”

*****

The remainder of the night passed on, and soon it was time for the ponies to go their separate ways. Butterscotch, however, found himself at Princess Luna’s Royal Garden. As he sat by the Moon Flowers that had bloomed, a squeak called out from the tree above him. Kinks scurried down the tree and sat next to Butterscotch.

“No, Kinks,” Butterscotch said, “I’m not here to play. I remembered that my armor is still around here somewhere.”

Kinks squeaked a few times and pointed to the castle.

“Yes, I’m sure the Princess Luna will make sure Sabre doesn’t come near here anymore.”

Another series of chitters made Butterscotch laugh.

“Yes, I did go out tonight. And yes, Buckler was there.”

Kinks squeaked and raised his eyebrows.

“No,” Butterscotch replied, “I didn’t tell him.”

A single squeak escaped.

“Why? Sometimes it’s best to keep some things secret. I already get the treatment from the other guards, if I say something and he doesn’t feel the same way, what if he turns on me, too?”

Kinks placed his claws against his cheeks and shook his head. Butterscotch looked down in amusement as the little kinkajou sighed and placed a claw on Butterscotch’s flank. They both leaped when they heard a voice behind him.

“Though technically trespassing, I can let it slide since you are the only pony my sister and I know who can truly communicate with the animals.”

“Princess Luna!” Butterscotch squeaked, “I apologize, I just… needed somepony to talk to.”

“And so you chose the kinkajou?”

“No… well, yes. But I just… that is, I-”

“This is in regards to your feelings for Sergeant Buckler, I presume?”

Butterscotch’s eye’s widened.

“You were listening to me?”

“Of course not,” Princess Luna replied as she trotted over to stand by Butterscotch, “But since I am the guardian of dreams, I know which ones cause my subjects the most heartache.”

“I don’t want to risk what I have with him, Your Highness.”

Butterscotch looked up and saw Princess Luna looking up at the sky. Together, they watched for a moment as the stars twinkled in the distance. It was midnight, and Princess Luna’s garden had fully bloomed. The white petals of the flowers glowed in the moonlight.

“What do you have with Sergeant Buckler?”

“He’s been one of my closest friends since recruitment. Ever since we were placed together, he’s always had my back. And I helped him when he was having trouble with the RSVAB.”

“Do you think that your feelings are important to you?” Princess Luna asked.

“Well, I know that it would be looked down upon by a lot of the guards.”

“But are your feelings an important part of who you are?”

“If I let him know, it could make him uncomfortable.”

“But are they important to you?” Princess Luna asked yet again, “I’m not asking about how others will react. I’m asking if you feel your feelings are important to you.”

“They are.”

“Then if you don’t trust your closest friend with something you feel is important, what do you have?”

Butterscotch remained silent and turned to Kinks, who had taken up residence on his back and began to nuzzle his neck.

“I’m obviously not going to tell you that there is a right or wrong answer.” Princess Luna continued as she stood up to leave, “Just know that as long as you keep what you have inside, the dreams that you have will continue.”

Princess Luna placed a hoof on Butterscotch’s shoulder. Her body began to emit a deep blue glow. A moment later, she was gone. Butterscotch turned to Kinks and smiled at him.

“I should tell him how I feel. Or maybe I could just play it safe and just admit that I’m a colt cuddler. That way he knows and then if he feels the same way, he will tell me. Yes, that’s definitely a good plan.”

There was a small splash in the nearby lake, and Butterscotch trotted over to it, only to see three small frogs playing in the water. Butterscotch sighed in relief and began to speak to them. But his relief turned to terror as he watched the frogs leap out of the water and change shape just as they tackled him to the ground. Gods of green goo hurled through the air and landed at Butterscotch’s hooves, trapping him in place. He began to open his muzzle to yell out, but another gob of green goo covered his muzzle, leaving only his nostrils open to breathe.

The three frogs had transformed into changelings. They smiled with the fangs barred. Butterscotch watched helplessly as a dark cloud filled with changelings lowered down the mountainside.

"Canterlot will be ours."

The Invasion

Buckler watched helplessly as yet another member of the Royal Guard was brought into the throne room. The changelings looked back and forth, and then levitated Sabre next to him before continuing with their invasion. He looked around and saw that the changelings had covered the horns of all of the unicorn guards so that their magic couldn’t break them out of their prisons of green goo. The goo had covered their mouths so that they couldn’t yell out.

“Where is Queen Chrysalis?” Princess Luna tried to shout through her goo covered muzzle.

The changeling in charge of the invasion sneered at Princess Luna but didn’t say a word. Instead, he turned to one of his lower in commands.

“How many have we captured?” the changeling asked.

“More than enough to take on Princess Celestia, sir.”

“Very good,” the changeling officer replied, “Keep watch.”

The changeling commander flapped his wings and flew out of the throne room in search of Princess Celestia’s quarters.

“If I recall what my sister told me,” Princess Luna said, “I thought they were a lot less discreet last time.”

Buckler mentally counted the captured soldiers. Since there were no indications of an invasion, the night guard had been decreased. He looked around the room and saw Morning Star in the corner. The two of them weren’t on the night guard, but Buckler was on the grounds looking for Butterscotch after he had heard from Morning Star that he was probably in the garden. As he continued to look around, that was exactly who he noticed wasn’t around.

“Princess Luna,” Buckler whispered, “I don’t see Butterscotch and I know he was on the castle grounds.”

“Oh great, so we’re all saved,” Sabre replied sarcastically, “Commander of the Pansy Brigade, to the rescue.”

Buckler struggled to free himself just so that he could take a swipe at Sabre. The goo refused to give, though. Buckler looked out the window in the direction of Princess Luna’s garden. Scotch, Buckler thought, I know you can do it.

*****

Butterscotch heard the sound of squeaking on his back. He turned and saw that Kinks was attached to his back. In the distance, he saw the changelings as they took the captured guards into the throne room.

“Kinks,” Butterscotch asked through gritted teeth, “Are you okay in there?”

Kinks chattered and then began to scratch at the green goo. An idea popped into Butterscotch’s head. He leaned forward as much as he could to give Kinks more room.

“Can you get out?”

Kinks chittered and squeezed through a small opened around Butterscotch’s neck.

“Kinks, get the talon and chip away at this stuff.”

Kinks chattered, but then he turned to the garden and ran off. Butterscotch looked over at him in confusion, but smiled when he saw Kinks return with a regiment of birds. The animals surrounded him and used their talons, beaks, whatever pointy body part they could, and slowly chipped apart the goo prison. Butterscotch got to his hooves and turned to his brigade of animals.

“Okay, now I know that this mission is going to seem impossible, but I need your help. Hawkeye, you and Owlemagne fly up to Princess Celestia’s sleeping quarters. I haven’t seen any activity there, so there’s a good chance the changelings haven’t found her.”

The owl and the hawk saluted Butterscotch with the wings and then took off.

“Snake squadron, you divert the attention of the changelings. Your smooth skin will make it impossible for them to capture you in their goo.”

A group of snakes hissed and slithered away into the castle. He then turned to Kinks.

“Kinks, you got the talon? Give it here. You’re coming with me.”

Kinks stood atop Butterscotch’s back and saluted him. Together they made their way to the back entrance of the throne room, where Butterscotch saw most of the night guard covered in goo. Near the throne, he saw Princess Luna, Buckler, and Sabre. He turned to Kinks and placed a mouth over his muzzle. A commotion broke out outside, and Butterscotch knew that the snakes had gotten the changeling’s attention. As soon as the changeling left the room, Butterscotch emerged from the throne. He squinted when he saw the look of shock on all of the other guards’ faces.

“Kinks,” Butterscotch shouted, “Start on the right side, I’ll go to the left.”

Kinks chittered and scurried over to the side of the room, while Butterscotch galloped over to Buckler and began to chip away at the goo.

“Scotch,” Buckler said, “I knew you were out there.”

“How are you supposed to free us?” Sabre asked.

“The gelatin from the changelings is impervious to blunt force, but if you are able to pierce it, you weaken it.”

“And so you have one talon?”

“Shh,” Butterscotch replied, “I only have a certain amount of time. The birds are getting Princess Celestia and the snakes are creating a diversion.”

“Seriously,” Sabre laughed, “You seriously created a brigade of garden animals?”

“Sabre, when we get out of this, remind me to give you a black eye.” Buckler said.

“No,” Sabre replied, as though awestruck, “Why didn’t you ever use these skills during training?”

Butterscotch kept quiet and continued to chip away at the goo. He had only one talon, so it was going to take a while. But if he and Kinks could just release one guard each, maybe-.

“What’s going on in here?”

Butterscotch looked up to see a changeling charge towards him. The changeling’s horn lit up, but Butterscotch was able to dodge it, dropping the eagle talon. Unfortunately, that meant that Buckler received another coating of green goo. The changeling turned towards him, but Butterscotch immediately opened his eyes as wide as he could. The changeling froze in mid stride as he continued to stare into Butterscotch’s gaze. What ponies didn’t understand about the stare was that all it needed as single minded concentration, to cut out all external distractions, and to focus all energy on the subject in front of them. Butterscotch continued to stare at the changeling until all traces of quivering or movement ceased.

“You… will help me release these guards.”

The changeling took a step back. He began to turn towards the first pony he could when the doors opened once again. Another changeling rushed through the door, but before Butterscotch could do anything about it, Kinks scurried across the room and leaped onto the changeling’s back. The struggle continued for just a moment until the changeling managed to grab the small kinkajou and hurled him against a pillar as hard as he could. A single squeak escaped from Kink’s mouth as he landed next to Buckler, and then there was silence. The event broke Butterscotch’s concentration just long enough to snap the other changeling out of his hypnotized state.

“Kinks!” Butterscotch yelled before he was knocked out unconscious.

*****

The contingent of guards watched the scene unfold. But what most of them didn’t see was Kinks slowly waking up and dragging his body over to Buckler. He tapped on Buckler’s hoof and immediately began to chip away at the goo.

“He took a lot of energy out of me, sir.” The hypnotized changeling said.

“Well, then we’ll just take it back from him.” The ponies watched as the two changelings made their way to the unconscious Butterscotch. “You remember how to do this, recruit? You just go into their mind, find a desire, a secret, or something which makes them activate a deep emotion, and then you replicate it in real life.”

Princess Luna’s eyes widened. In the back of the room, Morning Star’s lips quivered as she tried as hard as she could to get out of the restraints before anything could happen to her friend. The two changelings’ horns turned green for a moment, and then they both began to laugh.

“Oh, this is going to be delicious.” The older changeling said, “I’ll put up the illusory field so that he won’t realize where we are. You go get your energy back.”

The older changeling stood in the middle of the room. A sheer orb surrounded Butterscotch and the changelings, and the ponies in the room looked in shock as the changeling recruit slowly morphed into a large grey unicorn clad in sergeant’s armor. The ponies turned their attention to Buckler, who couldn’t even move.

“For the love of Celestia, Kinks,” Buckler said, “Hurry.”

*****

Butterscotch opened his eyes to bright light. When he realized that he was still in the throne room, he jerked awake. Before he could move, though, a strong pair of hooves held him down.

“Easy there,” Buckler said, “You don’t want to hurt yourself any more than you have.”

“What happened?” Butterscotch asked, “Where is everypony? Is Princess Luna all right?”

“Calm down,” Buckler replied, “After you were knocked unconscious, one of the unicorn guards managed to free the rest of us. The changelings have retreated. Princess Luna wanted me to keep an eye on you.”

“Here to protect me again Buckler?”

“I’ve gotten used to it,” Buckler replied, “Besides, I like knowing that there’s a pony who needs me. It makes me feel stronger.”

Butterscotch turned away for a moment.

“I guess the idea of using the garden animals to fight off the changelings was silly.”

“No, it was… cute.”

“Maybe I really should be the commander of the pansy brigade.”

Both he and Buckler laughed at the joke. Buckler sat down at the steps of the throne next to Butterscotch and wrapped his large hoof around Butterscotch’s slender neck. He turned to his officer.

“So is everypony all right? Morning Star? Flash Sentry? Sabre?”

“Now why would you care about Sabre? Do you have the hots for him or something?”

“What? Sweet Celestia, no,” Butterscotch jumped up from the steps, “He’s a complete mule. I like a different kind of stallion. I just… wanted… to… know… if.”

Butterscotch clamped his muzzle shut. He had told himself that he was going to tell Buckler about him being a colt cuddler, but he didn’t mean for it to come out like that. Buckler, for his part, simply laughed it off.

“I guess the cat’s out of the bag.” Buckler replied, “Or closet, in this case.”

“You mean… you aren’t mad? You don’t hate me?”

Buckler laughed again and stood up to join Butterscotch.

“Of course I don’t. I mean it’s not like I’m surprised. You just seem to be the kind of stallion who would prefer the touch of a real stallion.”

Butterscotch cocked his head at the unspoken sentence beneath what Buckler said. The stained glass windows let in enough light so that he could see the look on Buckler’s face. His eyes had a distinctively aggressive look to them, and the unicorn’s eyes pierced into his own. Butterscotch could feel his heart rate jumping.

“Butterscotch, what is it?” Buckler asked.

“Well, you see,” Butterscotch replied, “I talked with Princess Luna in the garden just before the invasion. And she’s the one who helped me gather the courage to tell you this about myself.”

“Oh?” Buckler asked as he took a few steps towards Butterscotch until they were once again inches apart, “And why did you need to tell me that?”

“Because,” Butterscotch’s eyes squinted, “Because I-”

Butterscotch felt a warm muzzle press against his own. He gasped, and that’s when he felt Buckler’s tongue reach out to invade his mouth. Buckler wrapped a fore hoof around Butterscotch’s neck, forcing him to crane his neck up to meet with Buckler’s muzzle. Buckler’s tongue lightly tickled the roof of his mouth and Butterscotch’s shoulders trembled. Finally, the large stallion pulled his muzzle away from his and stared back into his eyes.

“Because you want me?”

Butterscotch blushed again and turned out to face the window.

“With as shy as you are about this, I’m beginning to think that this is your first time.”

Butterscotch’s face whipped ahead.

“You are a virgin, aren’t you?” Buckler asked as he lit up his horn, pushing Butterscotch into a seated position.

“I didn’t really expect for things to go this quickly, Buckler.”

“Well, I’ve wanted you for a long time. Every time I was there to save you during drills, it was you I wanted to drill.”

Buckler leaned down and began to nibble on Butterscotch’s neck. Butterscotch’s hind leg trembled, and it took all of his concentration to keep his wings from displaying.

“I can feel you trying to contain yourself,” Buckler whispered into his ear, “Spread those wings for me. Let me know you want me.”

Butterscotch continued to tremble as his wings slowly rose higher into the air. As soon as they reached their peak, Butterscotch let out a whinny as Buckler placed a hoof on the tip of his shaft. His penis continued to grow out of his shaft as Buckler continued to stroke him off.

“Buckler, please,” Butterscotch pleaded as he continued to moan.

“Yes,” Buckler said, “I love it when you moan. Your slender little body, your tight little flank; I bet you just want me to shove all eighteen inches of me into you while I make you my mare, don’t you?”

Butterscotch’s wings began to flap. His breathing hitched. He knew he was near climax. Just one more thing would send him over the edge.

“I want you to shout out my name.” Buckler said as he began to furiously pump his hoof around Butterscotch’s cock. He sank his teeth into Butterscotch’s neck.

“Buckles!”

Butterscotch’s limbs and wings all froze. A whinny escaped from his muzzle as a stream of hot cum shot out of his cock and landed on his barrel. He finally started breathing again as his heavy lidded eyes opened once more.

“I can feel the lust that you have for me.” Buckler said as he leaned in once more for another kiss, “I’m going to buck that tight little virgin flank of yours. Everypony will know that you are mine.”

*****

Tears fell down Buckler’s face as he and the other guards watched the scene begin to unfold. Most of them exchanged knowing glances, but a few of them turned to look at Buckler with pity. Buckler looked down at Kinks, who was just freed his fore hoof from the prison of goo. He snatched the eagle talon away from Kinks and began to furiously chip away at the goo on his horn. Each swipe he took sent a shock of pain throughout the rest of his body, but he didn’t care. He had to get rid of this imposter. He couldn’t keep it in any longer. He had to let Butterscotch know how he felt, how the real Buckler felt.

“Buckles!”

Buckler stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Butterscotch. His eyes closed and his body froze, and Buckler watched as ropes of cum landed all over Butterscotch’s body. Scotch just gave me a nickname, Buckler thought, and this creature stole that. He watched as the changeling leaned in and spoke to Butterscotch once again.

“I’m going to buck that tight little virgin flank of yours. Everypony will know that you are mine.”

Buckler’s body took on a life of its own as he furiously chipped away at the rest of the goo on his horn, finally freeing himself completely, and then teleporting to the older changeling, where he immediately placed a crushing blow at his neck. As the older changeling’s eyes faded, the sheer orb disappeared. Everypony watched as the Buckler doppelganger slowly turned back into the changeling, whose body slumped down over Butterscotch. Buckler watched Butterscotch’s eyes flutter open, only to look back at him in sheer terror. He looked at himself, then at the changeling on top of him, then to the guards in the room. Tears filled Butterscotch’s eyes as he whispered to Buckler.

I’m sorry.

Buckler

Butterscotch wanted to look into Buckler’s eyes for only a moment, but the look of rage that had taken up residence in them refused to allow Butterscotch to turn away. It was Buckler who finally turned towards Princess Luna and placed his horn on hers. The goo disappeared from Princess Luna, and a moment later, her more powerful magic flashed throughout the room, freeing all of the guards. Butterscotch shoved the unconscious changeling off of his body and backed away. The doors to the throne room burst open, and Princess Celestia charged into the room.

“Sister!” Princess Luna called out, “You’re all right!”

“Yes, but we must reenact the protective spell before victory is claimed.”

The two sisters met in the middle of the throne room and touched horns. Outside, the sound of screaming changelings as they were flung back out of Canterlot filled the air. The unconscious changeling simply turned to dust.

“Your Highness,” Sergeant Buckler said, “It is good to see that you weren’t captured like we were.”

“Oh, I was.” Princess Celestia replied, “But two of my pets flew in and helped me out of it. I managed to incapacitate the changeling guards because they were distracted by my snakes. I’m assuming that was Corporal Butterscotch’s doing?”

“You’re right,” Sergeant Sabre jumped in, “If Corporal Butterscotch hadn’t rallied up those animals we’d all be in cocoons right now.”

Buckler turned to Sabre and smiled.

“Where is he?” Princess Celestia asked.

Buckler turned around to the throne, but Butterscotch was nowhere to be found. He ran up and looked around, but he wasn’t hiding anywhere. His body began to tremble, but he suddenly felt a hoof on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Princess Luna.

“Go find him. That’s an order.” She said with a wink.

Buckler prepared himself to teleport, but a small grey blur darted across the room and leaped onto his back. Buckler rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Kinks. Let’s go find him.”

Celestia’s eyes began to glow as she turned towards the east. Light began to fill the room. Dawn was fast approaching. He had a pretty good idea where to find him.

*****

Butterscotch watched the sun rise while hiding behind a wall of Wisteria and Morning Glory.

“Maybe I should just leave. They’d know why.”

Butterscotch stood up and prepared his wings for flight, but an invisible force kept him down. He began to struggle, but when he turned around and saw Buckler, a small scream escaped from his muzzle.

“Leaving would be a bad idea.” Buckler said.

“Please,” Butterscotch pleaded, “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know it wasn’t you.”

“Scotch, was that creature really that convincing as me? Do you really think the only reason I stay around you is because I think you need protecting?”

Butterscotch looked away, but Buckler placed a hoof on his cheek.

“Look at me, Scotch.”

Butterscotch looked at him once more, and Buckler took in the sky blue of his gaze. No thought was able to run through his mind, and Buckler leaned in to kiss the stallion. Butterscotch jerked away and tried to run.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Butterscotch yelled, “I’m not going to believe that you’re Buckler anymore!”

Buckler’s eyes widened. Butterscotch still believe that he was a changeling.

“Scotch, wait!” He teleported in front of him and Butterscotch crashed into his side. “What if I can prove to you that I’m me?”

Butterscotch’s eyes darted back and forth. Buckler whistled, and Kinks scurried into view.

“You know that changelings don’t know how to speak animal, right?” Buckler asked, to which Butterscotch nodded.

Kinks began squeaking and pointing at Buckler.

“Buckler has been out in the gardens before?”

Kinks nodded and began to chatter.

“Many times? To talk to you?”

Kinks squeaked and crossed his claws over his chest.

“About me and the things that I like? Why?”

Kinks slapped himself in the face. He pointed to Buckler.

Squeakity.

He drew a heart shape over his chest.

Squeak.

He finally pointed at Butterscotch.

Squeaky.

Butterscotch’s eyes began to tear as he looked up to Buckler, who now stood over him with a hopeful expression. He leaned down and placed his muzzle over his own. The kiss was gentle, not at all like the kiss before. Butterscotch opened his muzzle, and Buckler’s tongue slid softly over his, exploring every inch of the inside of his mouth. Buckler took a few steps forward and pushed Butterscotch onto his back. Buckler’s tongue soon retreated, and Buckler soon began to explore the areas outside of his mouth. He nibbled down Butterscotch’s neck, and then onto his barrel, nipping at little bits of fur. Butterscotch trembled as his shaft was coaxed out of his sheath. The tan cock began to grow until it was at full attention. Buckler continued to nibble lower until he was at Butterscotch’s abdomen, and then he stopped to look up at Butterscotch.

“Buckler,” Butterscotch asked, “Why do you want me? I’m sure there are other stallions who would be better.”

“Stop it,” Buckler demanded, “Stop it now. I can’t stand to keep hearing you do this to yourself. If you don’t see how wonderful you are, I’m just going to have to show you.”

Butterscotch gasped as Buckler’s tongue touched the tip of his cock, licking up the bead of pre that had leaked out. His muzzle lowered until he held the head with his tongue. Buckler closed around the head and Butterscotch immediately felt his tongue squeeze on it. He continued down until his muzzle connected at his base. Butterscotch fought to contain a whimper of excitement as his wings unfurled. Buckler began to bob his head up and down on the tan shaft, and Butterscotch’s legs began to tremble. Buckler gulped, tightening his throat around Butterscotch’s shaft. He could feel his balls tighten and knew that he would be coming soon.

“Buckler, I-I.”

Buckler began to hum, sending vibrations throughout his cock and tremors throughout his entire body. Two hooves began to massage the sides of his flank at the spot of his cutie marks, but they held him in place so he couldn’t escape. He continued to lift and lower his mouth over Butterscotch’s shaft until the tip of the head reach the back of his throat. Butterscotch tasted perfect – jasmine, orange mandarin, and a woody musk of a stallion who spent his time in a garden. Buckler traced his tongue along the veins of Butterscotch’s cock as he continued to devour it.

Butterscotch felt as though his flanks were on fire, and the remnants of where Buckler had nibbled on his body began to get goose bumps. Finally, he raised his hoof to Butterscotch’s barrel and pinched his fur. Butterscotch’s world turned white as he thrust his hips forward, and he emptied himself into Buckler’s mouth. His balls pulsated and his cock throbbed as he continued to orgasm. Buckler’s eyes opened wide and he continued to run his tongue up and down Butterscotch’s shaft, demanding that he give him all of his cum.

The pegasus went still as he finished, but before he could fall to the ground, a grey aura surrounded him and kept him floating. Buckler released Butterscotch’s cock with a soft pop and then leaned up to kiss him once more. The kiss was salty, the combined taste of his own musk mixed with Buckler’s own. When they finished, they looked into each other’s eyes.

“Your eyes are like the earth, I want to be buried in them.” Butterscotch whispered and then paused for a moment, “Um, Buckler?”

“Yes?”

Butterscotch pointed down between Buckler’s legs. He looked down and saw that his own member had emerged from its sheath, a proud, black stallionhood jutted out like a third leg.

“Did you want to ask me something?”

“Um, well,” Butterscotch stammered, “I-I.”

Buckler sat there expectantly.

“Butterscotch, you need to learn to assert yourself.” He traced a hoof over Butterscotch’s wings. “What do you want to ask me?”

“I…”

Butterscotch began to breathe heavily, but he took a deep breath and looked back at Buckler.

“I want you. I want you to mount me. I want to know what it feels like, to have you inside of me. I want you to fill me, I want-”

Butterscotch’s words were muffled by Buckler’s kiss. A grey aura surrounded the two of them, and when Butterscotch opened his eyes, he found himself in Buckler’s quarters. Buckler took a few steps back and used his magic to levitate Butterscotch onto the bed. After he placed more kissed onto Butterscotch’s barrel, he lifted himself up.

“I’ll be right back. Would you like a drink?”

“Sure.”

Buckler smiled and left the room. Butterscotch heard his hooves at the end of the hall and then got up. His attention turned to an open door. Something glistened on the other side.

*****

The two glasses clinked as they were set on the table. A soft pop echoed through the room as a bottle of wine was opened. He poured the glasses and then made his way back to his bedroom. I can’t believe it, Buckler thought, this day has turned out to be perfect. He wondered when he should report back to Princess Luna that he had found Butterscotch. I’m sure another hour or so won’t hurt. Buckler reentered the bedroom, only to find that Butterscotch was gone. His smile instantly disappeared.

“Scotch?” Buckler called out, “Scotch, where are you?”

“I’m here, sir.”

Buckler turned around and nearly dropped the glasses of wine. Butterscotch was leaning against the doorframe to his special room, wearing blue stockings that perfectly matched his eyes. Buckler’s erection returned instantly. Butterscotch raised a hoof, a hoof that held a small riding crop.

“I was… I was just curious.” Butterscotch said as he lowered his face so that his mane covered one of his eyes.

“Scotch,” Buckler said in a tone that commanded his attention, “On the bed. Now.”

“Yes sir.”

Butterscotch trotted to the bed, making sure that Buckler got a good view of his stocking clad legs. He rest on his barrel, but turned his legs so that he was still able to face Buckler. He could see that Butterscotch was still a little nervous, but that he wanted to try and look demure. Buckler leaped onto the bed and placed a hoof on either side of his flank.

“I just need to use a little magic here, okay?” Buckler whispered as he tapped his cock against Butterscotch’s puckered entrance.

“Yes sir.”

A grey aura surrounded his horn, and a moment later, Butterscotch gasped.

“It feels cold.”

“Think of it as a cleansing spell, so to speak.” Buckler replied as he leaned in to nibble on Butterscotch’s ear.

“Scotch, I need you to look at me.”

Butterscotch turned to look up at Buckler.

“You’ve been saying ‘sir’ a lot. Do you know what that sort of thing means?”

“I’m a virgin, not naïve.”

“Okay,” Buckler replied with a laugh, “But if things get too far, I want you to stop it, okay? Do you know what a safety word is?”

“Manticore.”

Buckler’s eyes widened in shock, and then a small grin appeared. Maybe Scotch isn’t as innocent as he seems to be.

“Get off the bed.”

“Yes sir.”

Butterscotch fluttered off of the bed. Buckler took Butterscotch’s fore hooves and placed them on the edge of the bed and began to rub his hooves over Butterscotch’s hind quarters.

“Scotch, in the years that I’ve known you, I’ve tried to tell you what a wonderful stallion you are. But for some reason, you never listened. I’m going to remedy that now.”

Buckler stood behind Butterscotch and took in the view; his hind legs were separated just wide enough so that his tan balls were visible. The pink tail and the yellow coat matched perfectly with the blue stockings.

“Tell me something good about yourself, Scotch.”

Buckler watched Butterscotch’s muscles tighten and his head move from side to side. He had given him enough time to think of something. The riding crop rose into the air and slapped against Butterscotch’s flank. When Butterscotch yelped, Buckler leaned in to trace his tongue along the area he had hit.

“Scotch, tell me something good about yourself.”

“I, um, I, well-”

The riding crop fell against the other side of his flank, followed by a small lick.

“Scotch, I won’t be patient forever. If you satisfy me, then I’ll get to satisfy you. Now tell me something good about yourself.”

“I… I’m good at following orders, sir.”

Buckler sighed. Technically, he was correct, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. He cupped Butterscotch’s face and gave him a kiss.

“That’s not what I was hoping for, but it’s a start. Tell me two more things and then we’ll go from there.”

“Um…”

Butterscotch’s yelp rose an octave as the riding crop whipped his inner flank, just hitting one of his balls. Buckler lowered himself to the floor and suckled the injured orb for a moment, a smile creeping onto his face as Butterscotch’s shaft began to get hard again. He rose back into place.

“Scotch?”

“I scored the highest on the RSVAB, so I’m really smart?”

“Are you asking me or telling me, Scotch?”

“I’m smart,” Butterscotch replied as his shoulders began to tremble.

Buckler looked and couldn’t help but feel that it hurt Butterscotch physically to talk about his accomplishments.

“Scotch, why is it so hard for you to take compliments?”

Butterscotch hesitated. The riding crop found another place in his flank. But this time, Buckler lowered himself again and began to suck on both of Butterscotch’s balls. Butterscotch moaned and stamped his hoof. Buckler lifted himself up again.

“I just have a hard time believing them, sir.”

“Do you think we all lie to you?”

“No, sir.”

“Oh I see. Maybe because you’re so smart you think we don’t know any better?”

“No, please, don’t think that!” Butterscotch cried.

“We don’t.” Buckler replied as he kissed him, “I’m just trying to make you see where your thinking is wrong.”

“I know you don’t lie to me, and I know you’re not stupid, sir.”

Buckler watched Butterscotch’s eyes light up, as though he had been asking a question to himself to which the answer was hidden in front of him. A small smile crept up Butterscotch’s face.

“I am the one who saved you all, aren’t I?”

“You did, Scotch. And I promise, that after what you’ve done, nopony will care that we’re together.”

Butterscotch turned to Buckler. Buckler smiled and dropped the riding crop. Together, they crawled onto the bed. Buckler’s aura surrounded a small drawer, and a small vial hovered to his hoof. Butterscotch looked up to Buckler.

“It’s a special type of oil,” Buckler replied, “It will make things go a lot more smoothly.”

Buckler watched Butterscotch nod and the rest his head on the pillow beneath, his barrel on the sheets. Buckler drizzled the oil onto his hoof and placed it at Butterscotch’s entrance. Butterscotch squirmed a little, but stopped when the oil began to warm. Buckler began to coat his shaft. Butterscotch snickered.

“And what is so funny?”

“I’m just glad that changeling was wrong about being only eighteen inches.”

Buckler just started to laugh as he continued to stroke the twenty two inches of his cock.

“This may feel uncomfortable at first, but I promise you’ll love it.”

“Please.” Butterscotch whispered.

Buckler took a deep breath and slowly aligned his cock with Butterscotch’s hole. As the flared tip entered Butterscotch, but stallions let out a moan. Butterscotch’s passage was so tight that Buckler was worried that he would empty out before he could get all the way inside. Butterscotch’s trembling did little to help. Slowly, Buckler continued to push inside of Butterscotch, leaning forward to kiss him on his wings as he continued to push in. He could tell that Butterscotch was beginning to strain, but now he knew that he could trust him to say if he couldn’t take anymore. After what seemed like a thousand years, Buckler’s balls finally came to rest on the back of Butterscotch’s flanks.

Butterscotch sighed into the pillow as his wings splayed open once again. He felt full, not like being stuffed, but full like he was finally complete. A single tear fell from his eye.

“Scotch,” Buckler asked, “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Butterscotch shouted, “I’m just happy, I promise.”

Buckler smiled and began sliding back out of Butterscotch, as he pulled out, it seemed as though some force was trying to pull him back in. Rather than fight it, Buckler accepted it and pushed himself back into his stallion. Butterscotch moaned and pressed his haunches back to meet with him. The speed increased with each thrust, sometimes Buckler would try to pull all the way out before thrusting all the way back in, and sometimes he would just go to mid stroke. But Butterscotch made sure that he wasn’t doing all of the work. He rocked back and forth on his haunches, his plot meeting Buckler’s balls thrust for thrust. Buckler’s balls began to tighten, and he knew he wouldn’t have long to go before he was spent. He leaned in and whispered into Butterscotch’s ear.

“I want you to use the nickname you gave me. You intended that name for me.”

Buckler’s thrusting became more feral and possessive. He reached around Butterscotch and lifted his upper body from the bed so that he could wrap his hooves around his barrel. He used his magic to stroke Butterscotch off.

“It’s mine.”

Buckler bit down onto Butterscotch’s neck.

“Buckles!”

Buckler watched as Butterscotch came onto his sheets, white ropes of cum landing on the pillow. Butterscotch’s ass tightened, and that was all Buckler needed. He whinnied so loudly that he thought the walls shook. His cock pulsed as a stream of cum filled the pegasus’s body. After a few minutes, Buckler’s penis withdrew from the smaller stallion, and Butterscotch fell to the bed, landing in his own still wet cum. Buckler fell down next to him and kissed his cheek.

“You know,” Buckler said, “Maybe I should get you promoted to commander.”

“Oh,” Butterscotch replied, “And why is that?”

Buckler leaned in and gave Butterscotch one more kiss.

“Because you’re already the commander of my heart.”

The End