Corporal Butterscotch, Commander of the Pansy Brigade

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.