Wants Become Needs

Dusk Shine sat alone in his library, waiting nervously for Butterscotch. He couldn’t get the idea of running away out of his head. It wouldn’t be hard for him, since he could teleport anywhere he pleased. It wouldn’t look in the least bit suspicious if he made the excuse of having just visited his library for a bit and then left. Somehow, though, he managed to settle his nerves. This would all be okay if he just focused. Nothing could go wrong if he just calmed down and acted natural. Like he was back in his own library, as a unicorn, and him and Butterscotch were just spending the night together. Normal things that best friends do. Even though he was doing his best to calm down, his wings kept twitching and fluttering madly, like they could sense his stress and tension in his shoulders.

When a knock came at the door Dusk nearly fainted, but once his heartbeat wasn’t one-seventy over one-thirty he made his way to the door, the same door he’d opened a million times in his year in Ponyville. Somehow none of those times seemed quite as important as this one. Just as another polite, dainty knock sounded at the door Dusk Shine opened it, revealing a slightly damp Butterscotch. He was wearing a parka, but his wings weren’t covered, so they were soaked to the bone in rain. Wet wings were hard to deal with, as Dusk knew all too well, so he conjured a towel for his friend as he came in, hanging up his coat and accepting the offer with a smile. Dusk Shine nodded to himself; so far things were going great. He was in the front door, he was acting natural, and he’d just made his friend a little bit more comfortable right off the bat. This might actually go as planned.

Butterscotch shivered slightly in the cold library, walking further in. Dusk realized that he’d forgotten an extremely crucial detail. He lit the logs that were still in the fireplace with a spark of magic, apologizing to his friend. The pegasus understood, but the sudden divergence from schedule was reason to panic for the alicorn. He felt like he’d failed in a way. He wanted the evening to be perfect for the other stallion, that way when it came up to the time when he asked, it would all be much easier. He double-checked his layout of everything in the room as fast as he could, while Butterscotch got settled into a chair at the edge of the carpet, gazing into the fire a few feet away. Something in the setup of things here felt… vaguely familiar to him, like he’d been there before. A slight sense of déjà vu.

“Hey, Butterscotch?” Dusk Shine said, nervously drawing the other stallion’s attention. “I wanted to make you that special tea you made me that one evening a year ago… but I forgot how.”

It made him feel like a foal, not remembering something as simple as making tea when the alchemical formula for a sleeping draft was fresh in his memory. Butterscotch smiled at his host and got up, spreading his wings and stretching. Dusk Shine’s breath caught in this throat at the sight of him, in front of the fire in all his majestic pride, muscles extended and his perfectly preened wings outstretched. The alicorn rushed into the kitchen off the foyer, his face not allowing him to stay and walk with the pegasus. He was a bright red; nothing he’d ever seen could ever compare to how that image had affected him. If he was rejected he’d have to live with the memory of Butterscotch in that stance, his full glory cast in stark relief, a halo of fire surrounding him, for the rest of his life.

The other stallion trotted into the kitchen and began to explain how, thought it might seem simple, making this specific rare tea was rather difficult. He took out a large teakettle, filled it with water from the sink, and set it on the stove. That was the simple part.

“Now, the next part is the most important.” Butterscotch explained. “These tea leaves come in bags about the size of your hoof.” He elucidated, holding the silvery packaging for the leaves up so he could see. “The oil from your hooves and coat will ruin them, that’s when it’s very important that you put them in a bag as carefully as possible, and with magic if you can.”

He handed the bag to Dusk Shine, who fumbled with it using magic before he got a firm grip on the tab and pulled it slowly, until it opened and the smell of something resembling cinnamon and wildflowers filled the room.

“Okay, the next step is to put them in the bags.” The experienced stallion said, pulling them from the cupboards and laying them out so that Dusk Shine could use them. “When you pour the leaves in make sure not to spill them, since they’re expensive. I like to set a piece of paper under the bag, so that if I miss I can just use the paper to funnel the ones that missed in afterwards. Since you’re a prince now, I guess that shouldn’t matter much.”

Dusk Shine went about his work as his guest had described, wondering how this batch of tea would taste in the end. He did his best to focus on the tea, but somehow his eyes kept drifting their way back to Butterscotch, and how confidently he moved around in the kitchen. He had no idea how to cook; he ate out so much that it was practically all he knew. Yet his friend seemed to know exactly what he was doing, pulling some sugar from the cabinet and waving his wing, the air shutting the door for him. Dusk admired him, his comfort and natural flow as he moved, completely at ease with his surroundings. He examined the alicorn’s work as he paused, seeing he’d spilled some. The pegasus shrugged and blew it off the counters, using his wings to gust them into the wastebin.

“Okay then. The only thing we have to do is let it steep.” Butterscotch said once the tea was bagged and put in the kettle. “I hope that you’re okay with the leaves being in the tea. You just have to let the tea sit for a minute after you pour it, really. You… you did really well, Dusk.”

Dusk Shine but a flattered hoof behind his head. “I wasn’t nearly as good as you, Butterscotch. You told me what to do, anyways. I’m sure you could have done it just as well.”

The pegasus blushed and hid his face behind a wing, leaving only his eyes visible. “I’m g-glad that you think I did a good job.” He stuttered, turning to leave after a moment.

Dusk Shine caught himself trying to look at Butterscotch’s flanks as he walked out, but stopped himself. He was couldn’t afford to ruin things between them now, not when everything was going so well. He trotted after the stallion, thinking of how constructive that had been. They’d basically gotten the most of their work for the evening done, and within a ten-minute window. As he emerged into the living room he saw that his guest was again sitting in the chair a few feet from the fire, gazing into it as if it held the answers to some deep, life-altering question. He looked up at Dusk Shine, the expression on his face inscrutable. He looked like he was thinking, but the moment passed, and Butterscotch was again his happy, doe-eyed self.

“Something on your mind, Butterscotch?” Dusk Shine asked as he trotted over and sat down by the fire, perking his head to the side. “You look like something’s been bothering you.”

‘Is it the same thing that’s been bothering me?’ The alicorn thought to himself.

“I’m just worrying about Angel.” The pegasus replied, doleful, returning his gaze to the fire. “He keeps telling me that I’m unwell. That I can’t focus. I don’t see it, but all the animals have been noticing. I can only go off their word, and that sleep’s been hard to get these last few nights.”

“Same.” Dusk Shine said, nodding and staring into the flames. “My dreams are… terrible. Not in the normal way, either. Just that I feel… wrong when I wake up, like I shouldn’t have enjoyed what had happened in them. But I did… does that make any sense?”

Butterscotch looked at him, surprised. “I know exactly what you mean!” He exclaimed. “I get the same feelings when I wake up in the morning! And that’s only when I get sleep at all... so… do your dreams make you feel less than yourself? I get so ashamed when I recall one. It’s disgusting that I let things like that happen in my head… but on some level I liked it. Some extremely deep level I never want to stoop to.”

Dusk Shine nearly jumped up and ran over to him right then, but he knew enough about patience to figure that the shy pegasus would be put off by his outburst. Instead he perked his ears as the teakettle whistled in the distance. He was about to get up to pour their drinks, but he saw that Butterscotch was already halfway to the kitchen, so he let himself relax. Instead, he pulled a few blankets he’d been stashing under the stairs out and levitated them over, draping one over himself. When his feathered friend returned with two large cups of tea he gestured to the space on the carpet beside him, smiling comfortingly. The pegasus hesitantly put their drinks down and settled next to Dusk Shine, thinking of how strange it felt to be so close.

Butterscotch almost yelped with surprise as he felt the blanket drape over him, enveloping both of them in a sheet of warm wool. Dusk Shine pulled his drink over to him with magic and took a sip, making a small noise through his mouthful of tea.

“Mmhm.” He mumbled, nodding. “That… was amazing.” He complimented once he’d swallowed. “I don’t think I’ve ever tasted any tea that good before.”

“I think you have, once before.” Butterscotch said, having pieced the whole scenario together. “This is the exact time when you were a unicorn, with both of us in just the same place. The same blanket, the same tea, the same… everything.”

“Well.” Dusk Shine confessed. “I wanted to make the moment perfect, but Elusive checked out the book we read that night, and she has yet to return it.”

Butterscotch chuckled absentmindedly. That did sound like something Elusive would to.

“So what did you invite me here for, if not nostalgia?” The pegasus asked.

“Do you remember how I talked about my nightmares earlier?” Dusk Shine explained, taking a sip of his tea as he let his friend recall. “That all started on this day, last year. When I left this room to go upstairs and go to bed, leaving you down here by yourself.”

“Yeah, I remember that you were… oh.” It suddenly dawned on Butterscotch. That particular night, as Dusk had been wishing him sweet dreams, he had caught a glimpse of his face. He’d been crying. Not bawling, but clearly distraught about something. “That’s when my nightmares started too.” He confessed, piecing things together for himself.

“Ever since that night, this moment has been haunting me.” The prince sighed, setting his cup down. “This one thing has been bothering me in my dreams for I don’t know how long. These last few weeks it got… unbearable. So I came here. I wanted to talk to you about it. About why this place has been tearing me apart.”

Butterscotch didn’t need to hear anymore. He knew what his dreams had been. Him, but in situations with stallions that he abhorred, but for some reason he was in the most lewd scenarios. He didn’t need to be told that Dusk Shine’s dreams had been similar. This had all started a year ago; and looking back, his dreams all had on repeating theme. Under him, during every nightmare, was a pair of purple, amethyst eyes. The pony had always possessed a horn, and since three weeks ago, had a pair of wings as well. It suddenly made sense. His carnal fantasies were all centered around Dusk Shine.

“So… why you invited me here was to-”

“Yes. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to tell me something. Did I do the wrong thing when I walked away that night?” Dusk Shine asked, turning from the fire to look into the pegasi’s glittering emerald eyes. “I need to know if you were expecting something else from me that night.”

Butterscotch set his hoof on the other stallion’s, looking from his hoof back to Dusk’s face. He didn’t even know how to tell him how much it had stung him when he’d walked away. Somehow, though, this more than made up for that. He leaned closer to him, as close to his ear as he could manage, his breath brushing the other stallion’s mane.

“I wanted to ask you.” He whispered, his voice cracking slightly. “If it would have been alright. If you’d thought ill of me, for wanting you. The way that a stallion wants a mare. The way a dragon covets gems, or a starving pony craves grass and running water.”

Dusk Shine blushed vividly and move away from the stallion, his eyes wide. “I wanted to tell you the same thing. I want you like a mare in heat wants her stallion to comfort the burning inside her. You… always struck me as more than a friend. You always looked at me like I was the center of your world. I liked that… and it made me feel good for once. I don’t very often get to feel important to anypony, so… you make me feel kind of special in all those ways.”

Butterscotch pushed his hoof to his stallion’s lips, signaling that he didn’t need to talk anymore. He just nodded and leaned forward, closing his eyes as he braced for the kiss that he’d been waiting an entire year for. Dusk Shine barely prepared before he met the pegasus, his eyes still wide open. It didn’t take long for him to sink into his lavish lips, though. He felt a small bite on is bottom lip as Butterscotch slipped it into his own mouth, flicking his tongue across it to tease him. The moment that he opened his lips to protest the stallion pushed himself against his chest, signaling that he wasn’t quite done. The only thing that Dusk Shine could do, with neither of them having any experience, was to let the pegasus play with his tongue, slipping his own between his lips with a small moan.

After a few moments he fell into the pattern of letting Butterscotch kiss him, invading his mouth with his tongue while he made small noises, like an unsure mouse trying to decide what he should do. The pegasus didn’t leave much for him to do, since he was the one showering him with affection. Not a single second had passed since he’d gotten that feeling before Butterscotch pushed himself against his side, his wings opening to throw the blanket off of them. Dusk gasped as he felt a thick rope of an organ on his hip. It was throbbing, and already out of its sheathe, pulsing with every beat of the pegasi’s racing heart. It was unbelievable how fast Butterscotch had become excited by him. He made a rather loud, feminine noise as the older stallion stood over him, his member’s head lying on the base of his back.

“Am I going too fast?” Butterscotch whispered into his ear, hoping he wasn’t being too exuberant for his partner. “I can slow down if you want.”

“Just…” Dusk panted, his wings opening. “At least let me see you first.”

No sooner had the words parted his lips was he rolled over by the stronger stallion, and he was feasting his eyes on the proud member that was resting against his own stomach. He took a sharp inhale as he committed the sight to memory. Butterscotch was a big stallion, not in frame but when it came to his sex he had more than enough to suit Dusk’s needs. It was bright pink, glistening, filling the air with the unmistakable musk of arousal. The crown of his head was already flaring with excitement as the alicorn unsheathed himself. He nearly bit his bottom lip off as he noticed how outsized he was. It was easily three inches longer than his, and about an inch thicker. He could only look at his own shiny lilac member and think of how it was a good thing that he was the one being mounted, not the other way around. Butterscotch set his legs to his sides and lowered himself down onto him, bringing himself to a rest against his lover’s own most precious asset. He ran his soft, delicate hoof down his own length before he used it to tease the cleft of Dusk’s head, smiling contentedly as the crown flared in a brilliant lilac bloom of petite, sensitive flesh. The alicorn heard a high-pitched moan escape his lips while his lover teased him, unable to resist his touch.

Deciding that he didn’t want to be too mean, Butterscotch traced his hooves all the way up his length and lingered on the head, leaning down and touching his tongue to the purple bloom with a flutter of his lips. A tiny stream of pre fled down the alicorn’s tip, running down his cleft while the pegasus admired his sensitivity. It was like the slightest touch was enough to make him go off if he wasn’t too careful. Smiling, Butterscotch turned his stallion back over and leaned down close to him, prodding his head underneath Dusk’s flanks. The submissive stallion gasped like a filly and lifted his tail, revealing a perfectly shaped ring to the pegasus. He smiled and pressed his tip to the outer ring of his stallion’s second sex, sighing as he felt the walls of his lover already clenching with anticipation. He ran his length down his loins, sighing and letting a small burst of pre soak his lover’s entrance.

“I don’t know if I’m saying this too soon or too late.” Butterscotch breathed, his breathe hot on the back of Dusk Shine’s neck. “I… I think I might love you. I’m not sure, but I know that you make me feel… like an animal. Like a real stallion, and you’re a mare in heat. I’m just here to relieve you…”

With that Butterscotch pushes himself into his lover. Dusk Shine let out a mareish scream as his walls adjusted to his enormous length filling him, consumed with the masochistic pleasure flooding his loins. The dominant stallion moaned as his member sat inside him, his walls clenching down on his organ for the first time. It felt like he was pulling him in farther, like he still wanted more somehow. His inner ring spasmed against the base of his shaft, pulling him in until his sack rubbed against his sub’s. His breath came in ragged gasps, loving how his head was crushed against Dusk’s prostate, making every little flex of his sex force an effeminate scream from the stallion beneath him. After he’d sat there for a few moments he began to pull out of Dusk, only to meet the most stimulating sensation he’d ever experienced. He groaned lovingly, the suction of his lover’s walls not wanting to relinquish his shaft. He felt like he was one the verge of coming by the time his head was flaring against his inner ring.

“You’ve… got… to slow… down.” Butterscotch panted, unable to continue with how tightly his friend was gripping him. “I’m.. going to go off… if you don’t let me… thrust.”

The moment he felt his lover release his member a bit he tried to push in again. The moment the tip touched his prostrate Dusk Shine opened his legs wider, his member twitching and leaking a small stream of seed. His mouth was open in a silent scream, unable to vocalize his pleasure without waking the neighbors. He was getting impatient; he wanted to be rutted, hard. He pulled himself off his friend, taking the incentive to set his own pace. He clenched his walls, loving he suction he felt in his secondary sex as his lover’s member drug down his walls, sliding like rubber against his well-lubricated rings. He moaned and pushed back against him, pushing the tip farther into him then it had ever gone before. Butterscotch gasped and came slightly, grabbing his lover’s waist. He could see that his wasn’t going to be a very long session between them, but they had all night, and both of them wanted this right now.

He began to slide into him at a frenzied pace, timing their pushes against each other to that their loins met with a satisfying slap. Soon they were reduced to gasping and panting like animals, with Dusk Shine occasionally unable to contain an ear-piercing wail of ecstasy. After a while Butterscotch was feeling his seed welling into his shaft, a familiar warmth growing in his sack as it rubbed against Dusk’s own.

The dominate stallion twisted himself on his side and seized ahold of his lover’s flanks, turning him on his side so he could push into him even deeper, with more of an angle on his penetration. The subbing stallion screamed like a filly at the sheer friction on his prostate. Finally, it was too much, and he came a jet of seed onto the carpet, feeling his lover likewise cumming. Butterscotch pushed himself into his lover one last time, releasing his seed into him, filling him even more than before, so deep inside Dusk that he could feel his member in his lower stomach. His head crowned inside him and released. He sighed and slid out of the stallion, a stream of seed leaking out of Dusk Shine’s sex and dripping down his flanks.

“I… love you.” Both of them said unison.

Butterscotch laid down next to Dusk and kissed him, closing his eyes. Neither of them had the will to clean up the mess, and neither of them wanted to move after such an intense orgasm. The last thing the two did before they fell asleep was tangle themselves together, pressing themselves against each other and twining their arms together. The fire began to burn low as the two drifted off, getting the best sleep they’d had in an entire year. Butterscotch put his wings over Dusk Shine, whispering the same three words into his lover’s ear until he was asleep.

“I love you.”