Corporal Butterscotch, Commander of the Pansy Brigade

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.