Corporal Butterscotch, Commander of the Pansy Brigade

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