Princess Butterscotch

Chapters

Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14

Prologue

Princess butterscotch:

Prologue

Two pegasi wonder the cloud halls, colts and fillies stand at attention with hope in their eyes. The couple stop in front of a filly, her wings fluttering at attention.

The two talk to the little filly as the rest of the children disperse, knowing that this was her only chance of finally finding a home. Some continue to stare, but soon leave to join the others in the play room.

A colt of yellow coat and light pink mane watches in the shadows, his thin frame hidden by the oversized sweater. He peeks through his long mane, watching the filly rush up and hug the two mares.

A bony hand lands on his shoulder, "You shouldn't worry about it to much."

The butter yellow colt turns his head to see an older colt, a smile adorns his white muzzle, but it never reached his red eyes.

"I know bulky," the colt mutters, “It's just that..."

The colt grows quite hiding his teal eyes behind his long mane. Bulky brings the smaller colt into a hug.

"Come on Butters," bulky whispers, "there's plenty of ponies coming through the doors...I'm sure we'll get adopted soon."

The colt nods, as the two break their embrace.

"Come on let's go grab some lunch," Bulky said, fluttering towards the kitchen, Butters follows turning to watch the new family go towards the head mare's office. Butters watches the door close and hears the giggling of the young filly.

A few years later:

"So Ponyville," Butter's hugs his pillow watching his friend, since forever ago pack what little belongings he had.

"Yeah...their a nice couple," Bulky said, a sad smile adorns his muzzle. Parting his straw blonde mane he looks at his friend.

Butter's looks up, staring into Bulky's eyes, he smiles a sad smile, "don't worry about me Bulky...Like you always say I'll have my chance someday."

Bulky raises his fist and the two meet a solid fist bump, tears forming in their eyes.

"Take care Butterscotch." Bulky said.

"You too Snowflake," Butterscotch smirks. Bulky just smiles and gives his friend a slight jab to his shoulder.

"It's Bulky Biceps...but, you can call me that."

Butterscotch gets up, pushing the taller colt towards the door, "Hurry before their spell runs out."

"Yeah. Yeah," Bulky heads to the door, Butterscotch staying behind, "I hope you write to me."

Butterscotch rolls his eyes, "of course I will."

With one last goodbye, Butters watches his long time friend enter a carriage with a pair of Earth ponies. He sits next to the window watching, always watching as the carriage disappears in the distance.

Many years later:

"Goodbye Miss Silver," Butterscotch stands in front of the doors, hugging the mare who raised him all these years.

"You've been such a wonderful colt Butterscotch," the old mare said, tears falling from her eyes, "I just wished I found you a home."

Butterscotch held back tears, "It's not your fault...I just wasn't what they wanted."

The old mare holds her tongue, knowing how much this colt has waited. They break the embrace Butterscotch looking towards the distance.

"Take care Butterscotch," Silver stands next to the young stallion.

"Goodbye Miss silver," a tear forms under his teal eyes, spreading his wings he heads to the distance.

The old mare watching the young stallion, until he melded with the sun.

Months later:

"You recruits are lucky! Very Lucky!" An armored pegasus walks in front of the recruits, sweat adorned their brow, hooves cracked and covered with mud.

"Guess What," the drill sergeant turns her gaze to each and every mare and stallion, "your all dismissed for today."

The tired recruits relaxed their shoulders, in anticipation for the chance to finally get some rest.

"After five more laps," the recruits nearly toppled over at hearing the news, "and the last one will have to run another five! Now get your asses moving!"

The group run past the officer, pushing one another away. A yellow stallion fighting his way to the front.

Two ponies look to one another, turning their gaze to the smaller stallion. They nod in agreement, and a hoof crosses the stallions path. Butterscotch trips and falls, the ponies behind him avoid stepping on the fallen pony.

Butterscotch raises his dirt covered muzzle from the ground, staring at the fleeting group. Standing up he grits his teeth pain flooding through his body, he holds back tears knowing that any sign of weakness would have the sergeant come down on him.

Gritting his teeth he continues to run against the pain.

An hour passes before Butterscotch finally was able to rest his head on the brick of a pillow. He hears the snores of the others, closing his eyes he falls asleep, waiting for the day when he finally has his own place to call home.

"I'm sorry cadet, but your just to short to join the guard."

Butterscotch stands at attention, his face showing no emotion, but inside he was crushed.

"The guard have a standard...an image, and unless you grow another two feet," the officer looks through his file, a stamp held in their hand. "We'll have to let you go."

The stamp comes down sealing his resignation from the academy.

"I wish you luck cadet," the officer salutes.

"Sir," Butterscotch returns the salute, he turns leaving the office.

Watching the sunset, he turns to the mare in the room.

"We don't get too many stallions your age," a scantly clad mare said, looking at the well toned stallion.

Butterscotch remains stoned face, the mare joining him on the bed.

She blows across his ear, "don't worry...I'll have you making mares cum in no time."

She leans back into the bed, spreading her legs in full view of the yellow stallion. The former cadet stands at attention the mare gesturing for him. Butterscotch gulps, his heart pounded against his chest.

He closes in, doing what he was taught by the older mare. The mare wails, from his tongue playing along her moist walls.

Draping her legs over his shoulder, he pulls her closer, rubbing against her entrance. She pants, feeling the girth slid against her moist loins. His wings move in to tickle her erect nipples, the soft tips causing the mare to bite down on a pillow.

Butterscotch enters, the mare tightens her hold. He slows his decent, her hold preventing him from moving further.

She gulps down air calming herself, feeling her loosen Butterscotch continues.

Night comes into fruition, Butterscotch lays staring at the pitch black heavens. The mare snuggles up to him a smile adorns her muzzle.

"Your going to be one popular stallion," She cooed.

Butterscotch drapes a wing over the mare. Soon the two enter the realms of sleep.

Chapter 1

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 1

A cottage sits at the edge of town, animals frolic around the rustic home. Holes adorned the home, an entrance for the friendly tenants.

A stallion steps out of the cottage, bags of feed carried in his sweater covered arms.

"Come on out my little friends," The stallion's angelic voice rings through the yard. The little creatures scurry towards his piper like voice. He lays the feed into bowls that litter his lawn.

The critters devour the meal, brings a smile to the stallion's face. Seeing the happy faces of his woodland friends, always brings joy to him.

The sound of rushing air causes him to turn his attention to a speeding rainbow, a loud wail following suit.

The rainbow creates loops and spins in tight spirals. Until it lands in the creek bordering the stallions home. Sighing to himself, he puts on a concerned look, floating to the downed pony.

"Are you alright Rainbow Dash," He meekly said, looking like the most delicate pony there ever was.

"Yeah," She spurts out water, a lily hanging on her head, "my wing just cramped is all."

"Oh dear!" gasped the stallion, "Let's get you dry and I'll check that wing of yours."

"No need to that Butterscotch!" the Rainbow maned mare shoots up into the sky, spinning the mud and water from her sky blue coat. "See no need too..."

She closes her mouth upon seeing the drenched pony. His short pink mane draping over his eyes, and his once light green sweater a darker shade of color. Parting the wet hair he stares at the mare, a sheepish smile adorns her face.

"Heh...sorry about that," she said, going closer to the stallion, "here let me dry you up."

She flies around the wet mess of fur, a vortex forming around the pony. As the tornado fades the it leaves behind a poofy maned stallion, a slight twitch from his eyebrows indicated his annoyance. Though he quickly rectified this break in his facade, by returning to the meek pony.

"Rainbow, please be more careful next time," Butterscotch said, trying to straighten his mane.

"Geez it's just a little water," Rainbow floats over Butterscotch, "besides...I didn't destroy your birdhouse this time."

Butterscotch was shyly looking away, from the skin tight attire of the mare, but inside the dark mind of the stallion, he cries in anger, ”This is like the twenty bucking time she's done this...I swear by Celestia's shiny plot that she's just doing this cause of that stupid rumor those bucking assholes spread!"

"So...You planning on doing anything today," Rainbow asks, while playfully looking around, like something interested her.

Butterscotch composes himself turning to the mare, "I-I um...promise Angel I would..."

He was cut short, by Rainbow clasping her arms on the stallions shoulders, "Good cause Twilight needs to do some test on us...something about the Elements...I think, but it's still something important."

Before he could raise a voice in protest, she flies off towards the tiny town.

"Buck me," he grumbles, at the disappearing mare. Feeling a tap on his hoof he stares down at the scowling white bunny.

"Your being way to nice, to them," he said, his beady eyes staring into his teal ones.

"I know...it's just that..." Butterscotch sighs, remembering the events that transpired a few months ago. "I just wished I wasn't the Element of Kindness for Celestia's sake!"

The bunny pats the soft fetlocks of the stallion, bringing a smile to his face.

"Don't worry about it to much," the bunny said, hugging his hoof, "what's done is done...and besides if you didn't stop the evil witch lady then we'd all be kissing our fuzzy butts goodbye."

The bunny's statement brings a smile to the stallions muzzle, "Thanks Angel, and sorry I can't spend anytime with you today."

"No worries, and don't worry I'll handle everything while your out today," Angel said, while Butterscotch smiled at his friend.

"Thanks little buddy," Butterscotch scoots down to rub the little fur-balls head, eliciting a happy thump.

Seeing that, his friend would take care of the chores, Butterscotch spreads his wings making his way to the inevitable meeting with the purple devil.

Butterscotch sits between two of the most opposite mares his ever-known. To his right the local fashionista and hard on for majority of the stallions in this little town, Rarity. Who throughout most of their time together has fondled over the butter yellow Pegasus, invading his personal space plenty a time.

To his left the ever rough and tough cowpony, and local hero Applejack. Many an occasion where she walks in on him changing or dirtying him so he would be forced to change his clothes.

The two mares scrunch up next to the stallion, a blush hidden by his downcast eyes. Rarity grabs hold of his arm, squeezing it between her two bosoms. Applejack on her part looked away as if nothing was happening, but her rear end spoke differently. Her tail grabs hold of his free hand and places it firmly on her hind quarters.

Butterscotch endures the torturous molestation of the two mares, for in a world where mares out number stallions, anything goes.

"So...care ta explain why ya need us all here," Applejacks drawl catches the attention of a lavender mare. Her horn was alight in a lavender aura, books levitating around her. The pages were flipped through in the conga-line of hard novels, all floating past the mare.

She turns her attention to the ponies in the room, "Well, to start things off. The Princess sent a letter this morning."

She stops to take notes on a certain chapter, a cough from Applejack causes her to come out of her stupor.

"Sorry about that," she said blushing at her mannerism, "now where was I..."

"You were at the part about a letter from the princess!" Rarity put in, while she increased the pressure with her bosoms and Butterscotch's arm.

"That's right," Twilight clamps her hands together, "The letter was for us to come together and I have to send a letter confirming our gathering."

She returns to the floating books, closely scrutinizing each page.

"Did ya send the letter yet?" Applejack said, continuing with the forced molestation.

"Not yet," Said the every growing book fort, "since Spike is out with Rainbow Dash to get Pinkie Pie."

"Um...Twilight, if you don't mind me asking," Butterscotch put on the cute shy mask, "When exactly will they be back."

"Hmm, what was that! I didn't quite catch that," Twilight said from the wall of books.

"He said when they getting back," Applejack clarified.

Twilight turns to the clock mounted on the wall, "About...twenty minutes or so."

She turns back to the book tower, grabbing and reading them.

"Thank you Applejack," Butterscotch said under his breath.

"Ain't a problem sugercube," this time Applejack moves his arm on her lap slowly moving it higher up her thigh.

Butterscotch gulps, hoping that the other three will arrive soon.

The door burst open, a mare of pink bouncing into the library, followed by Rainbow Dash and a baby dragon hauling a bag of sweets.

Twilight looks away from her books, "Spike can, you send this letter to the princess."

The dragon places the bags of food on the wooden, pausing just slightly to see the red faced stallion groping the white unicorn. Grabbing the letter with his purple claw, Spike blows a gout of green flame disintegrating the scroll. A wisp of green flame flies out the window.

The group sit down to eat the sweets, while the purple unicorn continued to look through her books.

"So Spike," Rainbow said through a mouthful of food, "Wah this all about?"

The dragon shrugs, pausing from his slice of cake filled with gems, "Don't know...the Princess sent a letter for us to gather, but that's all."

"We know that already," Applejack put in, "what I can't understand is why Twilight's gong through them books."

"She thinks it's a test," Spike said, snickering along with Rainbow.

"Hey Butter's!" The pink mare said.

"Ye-yes Pinkie," Butterscotch places his plate on the table just in case this mare does something silly.

"Can I sit on your lap?" Pinkie said with no shame, Rarity gasped and Applejack remains unfazed, but a slight twitch from her ear told otherwise.

"Well I..."

"Pinkie Pie!" Rarity said, moving closer to Butterscotch, "why don't you grab a chair from the kitchen instead."

"But Dashie and Spike, already have them," Pinkie said bouncing into the air, and defying all known physics lands her bubbly butt on the stallion's lap. "Besides, cake always taste better when everyone is eating it."

Butterscotch relaxes under the mares varying weight. She rubs her plump posterior on his lap, much to the dismay of the two surrounding mare's. To a normal stallion they would have stood at attention from the mare's antics, but his years of training prevented him from poking through his pants.

Rarity was ready to go to war with the pink mare, but a yellow hand distracted her from her rising furry.

"It's all right Rarity," Butterscotch stares into her sapphire blue eyes, clasping the marshmallow unicorns delicate hand, "I don't mind...really I don't."

She blushes at the contact, returning to her slice of cake. Rainbow Dash snickers, and a jealous looking dragon can only hide his dismay with a mouthful of cake.

Butterscotch reaches for his slice, now realizing the difficulty at hand. His arms wrap around the pink mare, rubbing against her sides. The mare in question hides her smile with a mouthful of cake.

"Ah, Pinkie," Butterscotch said past her dark pink mane, "can you hand me my cake."

"No problem Butty," She said, rubbing her posterior closer to his crutch. She grabs hold of his fork bringing a piece towards his muzzle, "Say ah!"

Inwardly Butterscotch sighs knowing that their assault will only get worse if he were to deny them this. Rarity continues to fume, but the comforting hand of the yellow stallion prevents her from lashing out.

Butterscotch takes a bite from the food filled fork. "Thanks Pinkie."

Butterscotch slowly chews the morsel, letting Pinkie gorge herself with her piece. The mares on and next to the stallion continue to assault the poor yellow pegasus.

The dragon looks away, but a sudden feeling came over him. His cheeks puffed, releasing a gout of flame. The group looks on, a scroll forming from the green flames.

A lavender aura surrounds the scroll, guiding it towards Twilight. She moves her violet mane away from her equally violet eyes to clearly view the document.

The room was silent, everyone waiting on bated breath for the news. The silence was broken, by Twilight's gasp. Golden tickets held firm in her hands.

"Yoh Twilight!" Rainbow called from the other side of the room. "Whats going on!"

"Th-the Gr-Grand Galloping Galla!" Twilight screams, "We have tickets for the Grand Galloping Gala!"

The entire room was dead silent until all the mares burst out in a mad chorus of glee. Each listing off their dreams for the magical night. All the while a little dragon pretended to ignore the frou-frou gathering, but was slightly hoping to go.

No one ever noticed the shrinking stallion.

Butterscotch travels towards his cottage a golden ticket in hand. He continues to sigh knowing that he could not decline a request from the Princess.

Entering his home, his family of critters circle around him. The stallion plops on his couch, staring at the golden ticket.

"Angel!"

"Yes!" Angel hops onto the couch staring at the item in his hand, "Is that a ticket for the Gala?"

"I'm afraid so," Butterscotch rubs the bridge of his brow, a headache forming in the ever deepening quagmire that is his life. Angel knowing that exasperated look, sends out orders for his ailing friend.

Soon a group of furry critters carry a tray with a crystal bottle of amber liquid and a single glass. They pour the liquid into the glass, and with a swipe the glass goes down the stallion's throat.

"So what are you going to do," Angel asks, laying on his chest.

"I'll have to come up with an excuse to stay or...just not go."

"Good luck with that," Angel curls up on his chest.

"Just incase...I'll need to send a letter to Lady Bee." Butterscotch stairs at the ceiling his mind thinking of all the potential profit lost for that day. Closing his eyes he drifts off to sleep, tiny critters pile around the two. Their erratic breathing a lullaby for the stallion, he soon falls into a much needed nap.

Butterscotch sits in front of a plate full of cheese covered pasta, with a bottle of wine from Berry's own stock, siting in a bucket of ice. All his little friends enjoying their meal in the living room. He so wished to join them, but present company demanded his attention.

"Ohh! I just can't wait for the Gala!" Rarity said, her magic levitating a napkin across her lips. Her curly violet mane swept back, away from the gooey goodness that is this meal. "Mmm! This sauce is positively wonderful."

"Thank you Rarity," Butterscotch meekly said, taking a sip from his own glass. "Are you sure, you should be out here when Rainbow scheduled a rainstorm?"

Rarity looks away for a second thinking of what to say to her host, "I know it'll be a dozy of a storm...but, it's just that I haven't spent much with you darling."

Butterscotch smiles, "I know Rarity...it's just that you were so busy last week that I..."

Her hand draped over his, the two stare into each other's eyes. Leaving the half eaten meal, Butterscotch host Rarity onto the counter assaulting her neck with his lips. Rarity in turns meets the stallions wine stained tongue, battling for supremacy.

Butterscotch slowly unzips Rarity's skirt, squeezing her rump in the process. Not to be out done Rarity magics his shirt off revealing what many mares would never see. The muscled body of the yellow pegasus. She drools at the sight, and with added determination she unbuttons her shirt revealing the marshmallow pillows of joy.

Her partner wasted no time on cupping her bountiful bosoms, his free hand sneaking back to release them of their restraints.

Seconds felt like hours to the couple, Butterscotch's tongue playfully, suckles on her teat. His hands massaging her moist area.

He looks into her eyes, a blush adorns her muzzle. With a single nod, Butterscotch removes his pants revealing his ever ready member. She looks on, the butter yellow stallion rubbing against her, teasing her to no end.

Without warning she grabs hold of him, guiding him into her moist folds...

Butterscotch awakens, cold sweat draping over his brow. "I don't have a baby blue shirt!"

He looks over himself, the same green sweater concealing his lean frame was covered in sweat. He sighs in relief, glad it was all a dream.

Thunder boomed, rattling the cottage. Butterscotch looks out the window rain poured, cutting visibility to only a few feet. Checking the time, it was well past eight giving him enough time for a much needed meal.

A soy patty sandwich sits on his plate, the animals feed and put to sleep he has all the time in the world to enjoy this meal. A knocking on his door killed any of that notion.

Sighing in aguish, he reluctantly returns to the shy pony this town has come to known.

"Ye-yes," he said, cracking the door open he was taken aback at the mare's huddled at his entrance.

"Yo!" A Persian blue pegasus said, chattering her teeth against the cold. "C-can w-we come in?"

Butterscotch steps aside letting the two mare's in, "What are you girls doing out here...shouldn't you be at home?"

"We were about to head home," chattered the paler counterpart, "but this idiot tried to pull a stunt...in the middle of a STORM!"

"I said I was sorry Flitter," the mare groaned, parting her soaked white and cerulean mane. Flitter ignored her and draped her wings around her frame, only to winch instead.

"How are you hurt when she was the one doing stunts," Butterscotch asked noticing the burned feathers on the mare.

"She ran into a thunder cloud and sent lightning at me," Flitter continued to hug herself, trying but failing to keep the cold away.

"I see," Butterscotch said, grabbing a pair of towels from the cabinet, "there's no way you can fly in your condition...and if you continue to stay like that you two will end up getting sick."

The two just nodded wiping what water could come off from their already drenched forms.

"I'll get you girls some fresh cloths," Butterscotch said, heading up to his room, "in the mean time...you can use use my shower! It's the first door to the right of the stairs."

The two pegasi look at one another, then the race was on.

Returning down stairs, with cloths in hand Butterscotch was greeted with the sound of bickering mare's.

"Scoot over Cloudchaser!" Flitter's voice rang from the bathroom. "This shower is literally. Literally big enough for the both of us!"

"Sorry sis," Cloudchaser apologized, "But take a look at all these shampoos..."

She begins to list off the various shampoos and conditioners ending with, "You think Thunderlane was right about him being a colt-cuddlier?"

Flitter shushes her, "Don't say that...I mean it's bad enough I can't fly home! The last thing I need is for you to get us kicked out!"

"Please, his to much of a nice guy to do that!"

"Hey Girls!" Butterscotch's voice rang from the living room, "The clothes will be in front of the door...and I'll be in the kitchen when your done!"

Butterscotch lays the spare clothing on top of towels, in front of the door. The only sound coming from the room was the pattering of water on tiled flooring.

A spread of soup and breads lay on the kitchen table, his two guest eagerly devouring the meal. Butterscotch in the mean time was washing and drying the dishes.

"This is amazing!" Flitter gushes over her bowl of soup, Cloud chaser just nods in agreement.

"I do my best," Butterscotch said over the clanking of plates and the occasional thunder.

The mare's with a bit of reluctance finished their meal, a sad look adorned on their faces, as the last bite enter their mouths.

Butterscotch rustles through a cabinet filled with odd jars and viles. He pulls out an odd grey mixture.

"Hold still Flitter," Butterscotch dabs his hands with the rubbing it onto the mare's burned wing.

"What's that?" Flitter shivers from the cold, induced by the potion.

"It's feather regrowing potion," Butterscotch kneads it into the empty slots, "your feathers will be back by morning."

"Really!" Flitter gasped.

"Yup, but for the time being try not to move your wings to much...okay."

"No problem," Flitter quaking with excitement, she wasn't going to be grounded for a week.

"Say...why do you have that potion," Cloudchaser eyes the bottle.

"I have many feathered friends that lose their feathers." Butterscotch answered, not telling them it was really for his sessions with a certain mare.

"Makes sense," Cloudchaser looks around the home, just noticing the various nest and bird homes.

"Hey...I've been meaning to ask," Cloudchaser said, returning her gaze to the stallion, "what exactly is that you do?"

"What do you mean?"

"Ya know," Cloudchaser was hesitant, "what up with all the animals and stuff?"

"Well...I am the ponyville animal warden," Butterscotch looks at the confused mare, "I handle all the troubles with the local wild life."

"Yeah...but didn't Mr. Chip handle all that," Cloudchaser asked.

"He did...until he found his calling for baking," That or it was me giving him the stare for abusing the animals.

"Huh!" Cloudchaser adopts a thinking pose, "I wonder why he moved all the way to Vanhoover for that."

"Who knows," Flitter cooed, "but this is...it's nice."

Butterscotch rubs down her wings sending the mare into state of utter bliss. The clock rang out through the house the sound of thunder drowned out by the chiming of the bell.

"This late already," Butterscotch ends his massage leaving a disappointed mare, wiping his hands clean, "you girls can take my bed for the night."

"And where will you be sleeping?" Cloudchaser eyes the stallion, trying to find some anterior motive. Then inwardly face palms remembering that this was Butterscotch of all stallions.

"I'll be bunking on the couch." Butterscotch said, heading for his room.

"We can't do that!" Flitter said, looking at her sister for help, in dissuading the stallion.

"I insist," Butterscotch said, "besides...I don't have any other bedding for you girls to share."

Before Flitter could stop him, Butterscotch was already gone.

"Eh! At least we can get some sleep tonight!" Cloudchaser yawns, while Flitter gave her a death glare.

"If you hadn't tried to pull off that trick we wouldn't be here," Flitter gritted her teeth, mad at her sisters apparent lack of modesty.

"Please," Cloudchaser waved off her resentment, "at least you get to spend sometime with your crush."

Cloudchaser smirks seeing the blush forming on Flitters face.

"You promised not say anything," Flitter whispers.

"Relax...his probably still up stairs," Cloudchaser said, smirking at her discomfort, "Besides..."

Cloudchaser looks around and draws closer to her sister, "I think his definitely gay."

Flitter returned to her previous disposition, anger in her eyes. The two continued to argue careful that their voices do not reach a certain stallions ears. All the while beady eyes watch the two.

Butterscotch lays on his back the pillow doing nothing against his thoughts. The news from his woodland friends keep him from entering the land of dreams.

"Another one to watch out for," he whispers to no one. He closes his eyes in the hopes of catching some sleep.

Chapter 2

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 2

Butterscotch traverses the market, his sack laden with much needed vitals. The mare's poning the stalls give him winks and blow kisses. For the butter yellow stallion this was a normal occurrence in this little town.

Many of these mare's have long thought of these reclusive pony as the local closet colt. No mare has ever seen him with another, other than his group of friends and even then he doesn't show a single attraction.

To the stallion in question, he couldn't be happier with the outcome of the rumors flying around. Not many would believe the devious sex fiend, that graces their presence.

"Good morning Mootilda," Butterscotch greets the heifer.

"Hello, Butterscotch," Mootilda returns the greeting by pulling the stallion into a tight hug.

Her milk filled breast suffocates Butterscotch, "Ca-can't Breath!"

"Oh! Sorry deary," Mootilda releases Butterscotch from the breast hold, "I'm just so happy that you were able to get little Oscar eating again."

Butterscotch greedily gulps down the life giving oxygen, "It was no problem...just make sure he gets some fish...every so often."

"Will do sweetie," She said, helping the bent over stallion, "Now what can I get for you!"

"Two bottles of milk please."

"Sure thing...Just give me a minute." The heifer moves behind the curtained stall, the sound of a machine comes to life as the moans of the cow echoed through the crowded streets.

Butterscotch scans the cart laden with milk products, picking up a few blocks of cheese for the little creatures at home.

"Here you go sweety...two bottles of fresh milk!" Mootilda places the warm bottles on the cart.

"These too," Butterscotch hands her the added goods.

Mootilda smiles at the young stallion, "That'll be ten bits!"

Butterscotch hands the cow the money, and with one last thank you he heads off to do the rest of his shopping.

"Yeah!" A bulky pegasus screamed, the bar gracing his muscled chest. He continues to push against the weight, each rep making his muscles bulge. "Yeah!"

"Do you have to do that every time!" Butterscotch asked keeping careful attention to the bar and pony.

"Yeeaah!" The pony screamed nearly deafening his spotter. Butterscotch winches from the shout, but careful to keep his attention on the hefty bar.

One final push, and the weights land in their slots, free to be used by the next individual.

"Overkill much," Butterscotch said, observing the posing pegasus.

"Yeaah!" The stallion returns, flexing in front of the mirror until his veins bulged from his coat.

"Okay. I get it," Butterscotch sighs, "just drop the act already...Snowflake!"

The stallion stops his posing to give the butter colored pegasus a death glare, but was soon lost by the smirk forming on his muzzle.

"Your one to talk," Snowflake said, jabbing at the stallion's shoulder, "acting all shy...and it's Bulky Biceps to you...Mr. number one escort."

"Please," Butterscotch said, holding onto the pull-up bar, "do you think I...could earn...a living...taking care of animals!"

Bulky blew a raspberry at the hanging stallion, "please...with that body of yours, you could easily be a model...instead of rutting around."

"Oh!" Butterscotch pauses from his exercise, "and what fun would that be."

Bulky paused for a minute, and thought about what his friend said. Then smiled, "you ass!"

The muscled pegasus started o laugh, "Ahh...if only these mares knew what you actually did for a living"

Butterscotch stared at his friend, stone faced, "Don't you dare! The last thing I need is to be mobbed by some heater!"

"Like you have to worry about that," Bulky sighed, lifting a few dumbbells in the process, "Your already considered a colt cuddlier by most of these mare's!"

"Most Bulky...most," Butterscotch grew silent towards the end, "but not all!"

Bulky stares at his friend a sad look adorns his features, "hey! At least that Rarity girl has taken a liken to you!"

Butterscotch comes out of his stupor, shivering at the thought, "don't remind me..."

"Remind you of what!" Bulky cut in, pausing the weights ascension, "that one of the most attractive mare's in town's got a crush on you...then again!"

Bulky observes his friend, the sweat soaked tank top forming a tight bond on his lean frame. Veins could be seen bulging from his butter yellow coat. To the white pegasus, this was a body envied by many stallions, and a wet dream for mares.

"Lucky bastard," Bulky grumbled under his breath, returning to his exercise.

"What was that!" Butterscotch asked, straining his ears to hear his friend over the rapid beating of his heart.

"I was just saying how she fondels over you!"

Butterscotch nearly let's go of the bar, "You call molesting me Fondeling!"

"Don't complain," Bulky said, finishing his last rep, "you got more of a chance with that little minx than any stallion in this estrogen filled town!"

Butterscotch remains silent mulling over the words of his life long friend. Bulky stares at the thinking pony.

"Hey," Bulky said, grabbing a bottle of water, "at least you get laid more than any stallion could brag about!"

Butterscotch losses his grip on the bar, landing square on his rump. His friends hearty laugh echoes through the gym, all the while Butterscotch gives his friend a solid death glare.

"Oh! Come off it you big baby!" Bulky said, drinking the blue liquid.

"Penis!" Butterscotch said aloud, causing the white stallion to choke and inevitably forcing the liquid out through his nose. "Serves you right!"

Bulky held on to the bench, coughing from the sudden flow of water from his nostrils.

"Asshole," Bulky coughed, grabbing a spare bottle and hurtling it at the sitting pony. With lightning reflexes the yellow stallion catches the plastic container, slowly sipping it's life giving properties.

"At least your ass doesn't hurt!"

"I wonder how many times you've done that," Bulky said, recovering from his short spasm.

"About twice," Butterscotch thought aloud, "those mare's really wanted to experiment!"

A happy smile adorns his face, all the while his friend looks at him, surprise drenching off his voice, "You sure your not a Colt-Cuddlier?"

"Positive," Butterscotch said, standing back up, "can't even get my dick hard thinking about guys."

"You know...that's on a need to know basis...right!"

"You try looking this cute and not have mare's think your gunning for a guy." Butterscotch said, finishing off the bottle.

"Point taking," Bulky muttered, shaking his head.

Butterscotch continued to smile, grabbing his gym bag, he heads for the changing room, "you still up for looking after my house!"

"Sure!" Bulky said, following Butterscotch to the locker room, "Still can't believe your going all the way to Manehatten."

"Ahh...is big old Bulky worried for little old me," Butterscotch said, as if he was talking to a baby.

"Fuck you!" his friend shot back.

"You wish buddy," Butterscotch spanked his ass, in front of Bulky's vision.

Bulky's eyes twitched from his friends antics, but all frustration dropped as the two laughed.

"I so wished we could just drop this whole act," Bulky sighed, putting on an oversized shirt.

"Please," Butterscotch said as the light green sweater goes over his head, "I would rather keep acting like the shy closet colt, than being raped by a bunch of Heaters!"

"You got a point," Bulky nodded, then shivered at the thought of what happened a few years ago, "I still can't believe those mares were all in heat...and at the same time."

Butterscotch nodded in agreement, "still...how's Pokey doing."

"Better," Bulky answered, "still going to physical therapy though!"

The two continued at their endeavors with the clothing, but all the while the sneaking thought of a time that it could happen to them, kept creeping up into their heads.

Butterscotch lays on the cot, watching the landscape go by. The stars hang over the distance, slowly fading by the sun creeping over the east.

Snores echoed through the car, and a single thought goes through his head, "just a couple more hours."

Closing his eyes he waits for the train to finally make it's stop.

Butterscotch traverses the crowded streets of the city, his forrest green attire contrasting with the black and white of the crowd.

Not wanting to be crushed by the wall of office workers, he takes flight joining his winged brethren in the skies. Traversing the airway he heads to the richer side of town, circling the skies he lands on a building, entering through the sky lobby.

Pegasi and Griffon's congregated in the large room, some waiting for the elevator and other's passing security. Butterscotch heads to the reception desk, a mare looks at the stallion briefly before returning to her work.

"Excuse me!" Butterscotch said over the noise.

The mare stares at the stallion, "How can I help you!"

Butterscotch flinches from the mare's angry tone, "Um...I'm here for my appointment."

"Look," the mare removes her glasses to take a better look at the pony, "like I told everypony else, were closed for the day...due to the food poisoning incident."

"Oh!" Butterscotch's ear's flattened from the mare's icy glare, "then can I at least see Ms. Bee."

"I'm afraid Ms. Bee isn't seeing anyone at the moment," the mare said returning to her filing and typing. "Unless it's important, then leave a message, and I'll send it to her."

Butterscotch brightens up at the news, "Then if it's not to much trouble...Tell her Butterscotch stopped by, to..."

Butterscotch stopped mid sentence, the mare's slack-jawed expression cutting him off.

"C-can I see s-some identification!"

Butterscotch not sure what to do with the mare's sudden change, hands her his company issued I.D. and papers. She gulps, looking between the picture and stallion, reaching under her table she presses a button.

A griffin flies down, the guard uniform tightly hugging her frame. "You called Ma'am!"

The griffin stands behind Butterscotch ready to escort the stallion out if ordered to.

"Yes Ysolda," the mare said, a smile forming on her muzzel, "please take Mr. Butterscotch here to Ms. Bee's office."

The griffin stood slack-beaked, looking between the mare and stallion. The mare claps her hands, "Now Ysolda!"

Ysolda shakes her head grabbing the stallions bags, "Y-yes! Right this way Mr. Butterscotch!"

She guides Butterscotch towards an elevator, guarded by another griffin. Butterscotch looks at the mare her hands motioning for him to go.

"I'll message her that you've arrived," she said. With a single nod, Butterscotch follows after the griffin with confusion at every step.

A quick word from Ysolda to the elevator guard was meet with little resistance. The two enter, Butterscotch noticing the blush on the guards face and the odd looks from the crowd.

The door slides shut, gravity fading for just a brief moment till the elevator comes to a stop.

"This way sir!" Ysolda ushers the stallion through the hall. They head down the hall towards a set of doors, guarded by a bat winged mare, and unicorn.

"Halt!" The bat winged mare, flared her wings, "Lady Bee isn't seeing anypony!"

Ysolda stops, a wary Butterscotch standing behind her.

"I'm here with a Mr.Butterscotch!" Ysolda said aloud. The two ponies stood in shock, and the sound of stampeding hooves was heard behind the door. The oaken doors fly open nearly slamming into the two guards as a mare steps through.

Her magenta coat was ruffled in areas, and dark bags hanged under her ruby eyes. Parting her yellow and black striped mane she stares at the stallion in front of her, a smile forming on her alcohol stained muzzle.

"Butterscotch!" She screams in joy, running towards the pegasus bringing him into a bone crushing hug. "I'm so happy your here.!"

"Gl-glad to know," Butterscotch gasped.

"Quick! Glow Dust, Rum Bash," Bee motioned to the two mares, "Get him to the dressing room...NOW!"

The two mares nodded their heads grabbing hold of Butterscotch's arms carrying/dragging the stallion. Bee was following behind the group.

"I don't have much time to explain!" Bee shot off, "I need you to fill in for the rest of the escorts!"

"Wait!" Butterscotch said trying to get pass the mare's wall of words.

"We have ten heaters today and the newbies are still green!" Bee continued, against Butterscotch's dismay, "we're down to only five in the stable...excluding you!"

"Um Bee!"

"Ands that's where you come in," Bee looks at Butterscotch determination in her eyes, "Those newbies can only handle three mares a day before passing out."

A vein showed on her head and her crazed smile sent shivers down Butterscotch's spine, "but with you here, I'll be able to save this company's reputation!"

Silence ensued and without missing his chance, "Umm...What exactly is it you need me to do?"

She smiles at the scared pegasus, "To fuck of course!"

The doors open, a confused Butterscotch carried by two mares enter. Within seconds he was stripped of his clothing standing naked in front of a group of mares.

"Listen up!" Bee yells, "we got horny mares that need a dick in them."

She looks at each mare confusion in their eyes, "With Butterscotch here we can keep this place from going down the drain!"

The mares gasped at hearing his name.

"So listen up," Bee looks at each mare determination in her eyes, "These mare's paid for a good time and that's what their going to get."

Bee spanks Butterscotch's rump, "With this bad boy! These mares will never know what fucked them!"

She points at the head mare, "Twenty minutes a mare! Then have him pulled out cleaned and prepped for the next."

Bee claps her hands, "You girls have ten minute after each client! Now hurry up and get him Ready!"

The mares rushed, grabbing potions and make up. Bee stands in front of the stallion pacing back and forth, as the mares applied scented oils.

"Listen up Butterscotch!" Bee said facing the pony in question, "We're fully booked today with horny mares and I need you to fuck them silly...you have to get them done under twenty minutes each!"

Butterscotch tries to voice his own opinion, but an odd potion was shoved into his mouth.

"No cuddling, just straight up fuck them," Bee notices Butterscotch's concerned look, "Don't worry...these clients are repeaters. The green dicks will handle the new ones."

Butterscotch was lead to a circle glistening with runes.

"Don't worry about the potions," Bee clasp her hands on the stallions shoulders, "There on the house...and Butterscotch!"

Butterscotch gulps, "Y-yes."

"Good luck!" Bee let's go stepping away from the circle. Lights surround the stallion, slowly his body fades into nothing.

Butterscotch teleports into a room, groans coming from the curtained bed.

"Just ten more then I'm done," he mumbled, limping towards the red curtains.

"Hello miss," Butterscotch gulps reading the enchanted text next to the bed, "Fera!"

The occupant stops, shuffling on the bed and slowly parting the curtains. Three fingers poked through the curtain, and in the dim light of the room Butterscotch saw the diamond dog. She reminded him of Applejack's collie, but with the slight difference of the club like tail and hands. Her light creamy coat was matted and ruffled, with a growing stain on the silken sheets.

"Your late!" She said growling at the late arrival, "I should have your pay..."

Butterscotch forces himself on the bitch, his muzzle meeting hers. She had no time to react as the pegasus forces the dog on her back. Their tongues wrestle for dominance, Butterscotch winning as she moans from the forceful act.

Sneaking one hand to her chest, the stallion removes his lips finding purchase on her other teat. His hand gently massages her breast, while he continues to suckle.

Red colored her muzzle, her tongue hanging to the side panting from the stallion's touch. His free hand sneaks further below, drawing circles on the base of her tail. Ruffling and smoothing the fur, her pantings grew erratic leaving a puddle on the silken sheets.

Butterscotch grabs hold of her waist locking her in place. Wings erected they darken the canine's view, only his teal eyes shown through the wall of darkness.

She was terrified and aroused at the ferocious beast in front of her. She tries to move, finding that her waist was held firm, she looks into his eyes feeling his member rub against her.

With practiced ease Butterscotch enters, his head entering slowly, but stopping before reaching the shaft. He teases the poor hound by gently inserting and slowly exiting leaving only the slightest of contact.

She continues to pant feeling her folds gripping what little they could. Feeling that she had enough he immerses himself, her grip on the bed tighten feeling his full weight. Butterscotch times his rhythm with her panting, slowly bringing her into a chorus of moans, followed by the beats of slapping flesh.

She spasm on the bed reveling in her sudden orgasm. Butterscotch lays on top of her kissing the sides of her neck. He wraps her into a tight hug, whispering, "wrap your arms around me."

She obeys, her arms clinging around the pegasus.

Spreading his knees he brings her up, the sudden momentum causing her legs to lock around him. Fera stares into his eyes, feeling his lips on her neck.

Butterscotch slowly bounces on the bed using the momentum to pierce further in. She continues to moan, fluids creating a steady stream.

With one final push she increases her hold, with her head tilted back moaning as she felt his warm seed emptying inside her.

Butterscotch slowly lays Fera on the bed, her hands letting go. A pop echoed through the room as Butterscotch leaves, his member dripping with fluids. She continues to gasp for breath and from the corners of her eyes she watches the stallion leave. His body shines in the darkened room, and vanishing from sight.

"There's my champ!" Lady Bee said, walking towards the resting stallion. Butterscotch tilts his head, to tired to leave the bed. "You sure know how to please a girl."

Her smile did nothing to change his mood, the ice piled around his crouch a statement of the hard labor he endured.

"Oh come on," Bee pouted, motioning for a trolly, "I even went to all the trouble to get you dinner."

"Thanks," Butterscotch mumbles. The trolley stops next to the bed the covers removed revealing a plethora of food. Butterscotch managed to lay his back on the wooden frame anymore and it would agitate his groin.

Bee handed him plates of food, and with great gusto Butterscotch bit into the meal. Bee takes a seat on the bed, rubbing against the stallion.

"So...how do you feel," she ask, helping him bring food to his mouth.

"Like I wrestled a bear for hours," Butterscotch said, swallowing the mouthful of mashed potatoes, "did you have to give me a breeder potion?"

"It was either that...or have you shoot blanks all day," Bee answered, leading a spoon full of peas to his mouth. Butterscotch grunts knowing how heaters loved to be filled with hot baby goop.

He continues to eat in silence, Bee helping him with the meal.

"So...did you find a marefriend yet?" Bee asked, as Butterscotch finishes his dessert,

Butterscotch stares into her ruby eyes, "Nope!"

"Your kidding," Bee deadpans, "a stub like you...not having a mare friend."

"Yup!" Butterscotch swallows the last of his meal. "Besides...I've been busy lately."

"Tell me about it," Bee said, laying the plates on the trolly and calling for a maid to pick it up. "Ever since Princess Luna returned, we've been having an influx of bat-ponies coming in!"

"That doesn't seem to bad," Butterscotch began.

"It's not," Bee cut in, "it's just that...these mare's are just so dam strong."

Butterscotch tilts his head in confusion, as bee continued her rant, "Sure they pay...but once their orgasm hits I have one or two flying off the bed."

Bee sighs, turning her tired gaze towards the stallion, "and the worst of it is...they just keep on coming."

The mare rested her head on his shoulder, "Every last one of those mares...so gung-ho on joining the lunar guard. They try to have one last fuck before the year long training."

Bee closes her eyes, tears forming, "Then the whole food poisoning."

She wraps her arms around the stallion whispering, "I really wish you could stay here!"

"Um...Bee," Butterscotch said through her sobbing. She nods her head in acknowledgement, "your in heat aren't you?"

Again she nods in confirmation, Butterscotch drapes a wing around the mare. "I still have one more in me."

"Your so sweet." Bee whispers, planting a kiss on his cheek. She unbuttons her blouse, while Butterscotch removes the pile of ice sitting on his nether region.

Bee moves down, licking around his member.

"I wonder if I'll get a brain freeze...it's like a ice-pop." She giggled.

Butterscotch shivers against her warm tongue, while his hand played with the hook on her bra. She let's Butterscotch lay down and moves on top of him, her slit just mere inches from his muzzel. She goes back to work reviving the downed trooper, all the while the stallion eats away,

Her honey like juices, mixing with the bits of cake stuck in his teeth. Sweetened chocolate played with his taste buds.

"There we go!" Bee smiles, caressing the hardened member. Butterscotch releases his grip on her bubbly rump, the sweet fountain replaced with the mare's lips.

Their tongues dance in the sea of juices and sweets. Her hand guiding the weary stallion to it's destination. She lays down on his chest, Butterscotch grabbing her haunches kneading the jiggly mass.

Breaking the kiss, she sat atop him staring down into his teal eyes. The mare gently bounces, doing the work for the worn pegasus. Butterscotch grabs hold of her breast, drawing circles towards the center.

Bee moans in delight, while Butterscotch grunts from the increased pressure.

Eyes watch through the cracks of the doors, their moans drowned out from the slapping of flesh.

Bee slows her decent, shivering as liquids sprayed over his crotch. She falls on top his chest, Butterscotch wrapping the mare with his wings. She smiles kissing his cheek.

"Thank you," she whispers, closing her eyes, "for everything!"

"That's what I'm here for...Bee," Butterscotch follows the mare to the land of dreams.

Two mares and a griffin watch the two, a smile on their faces and a dildo in hand.

"This job is so awesome," said the bat mare, hands drenched.

"Dito!" the unicorn smiled, leaning against the mare.

The griffin just nods in agreement. The unicorn uses her magic to turn off the lights, closing the doors for the pair.

Butterscotch eats away at the hearty breakfast, mares watching the butter yellow stallion. Bee sits across him, glowing from the light of the morning sun.

"Ms. Bee!" a mare runs up to the table, dropping a news paper in front of the mare.

Bee's eye twitch at the sudden annoyance but her her eye widen seeing the article at hand.

"The Legend Returns," She read aloud, Butterscotch pauses from his egg omelet, "The Mysterious stallion returns for a night of lust and heated mares..."

Bee looks towards a confused Butterscotch, crumbling the paper, "tch! Just some tabloid gossip."

Butterscotch raises an eyebrow, but her calm smile quailed any suspicions. He continues with his meal, while Bee whispers to the mare. The mare nods quickly leaving the two.

Butterscotch drinks the berry smoothie, while Bee continued to smiles, "So...do you know the Elements!"

Butterscotch nearly chokes on the ice cold drink, "W-what was that!"

"I said...do you know the Elements of harmony," Bee giggles at the choking stallion.

"The mares that beat Nightmare Moon," Butterscotch said sipping the smoothie slower this time.

"Who else!" Bee said, her smile growing wider as her eyes glisten.

"Wh-why do you want to know," Butterscotch asks, keeping his face neutral.

"It's simple," Bee plays with her piece of pancake, "if I can get one of those mares...think of all the customers I'll have!"

She squees in delight, Butterscotch remains silent drinking away at his smoothie.

"I don't know Bee," Butterscotch said, "I don't think that's such a good idea."

Bee comes out of her stupor, blinking at the stallion her eyes narrowing, "and why would that be?"

Butterscotch looks around many mares had bedroom eyes, but nothing to suspicious. Lowering his voice, "I'm not suppose to say this...but the Princess ordered for their identify to be kept secret."

"What!" Bee was confused from the stallions warning, "what does a mare having a good time have to do with keeping things secret?"

"Well," Butterscotch rubs the back of his head, "Let's just say we got a letter to not say who this ponies are...and trust me I'd tell you...but imprisonment doesn't sound to good."

Bee blinks in astonishment, "You kidding...right?"

"Fraid not Bee," Butterscotch shakes his head, "Got a letter with the royal seal and everything."

"Really!" Bee's face fell from the news, "That sound's terrible!"

"Tell me about it," Butterscotch sighed, "besides...the risk would be too much for you."

Bee raises an eyebrow, but Butterscotch continues before she could say anything, "I don't think Celestia would like the idea of having one of the Elements going to a brothel!"

Bee thought about what he said, winching in realization, "You got a point...though."

Her smile said many things to the stallion.

"Yes," he sighs, "I've met them...and trust me there not worth it."

Bee looks on confused, as Butterscotch continues, "I've seen one of them buck a stallion and not in the good way."

The mare winches listening to the frustrated stallion, "Not to mention...the constant jackass's biding for their attention."

Butterscotch puts his face in his hands, shaking his head.

"Wow! It sounds...like you got it rough," Bee said, looking at the moping stallion.

"You have no idea." Butterscotch sighs, looking into her ruby eyes, "I thought moving to a country town would get me some peace and quite...at least I have my cottage,"

Butterscotch smiles, looking to the skies a dreamy smile on his face.

"See," Bee cut in on his dreaming, "at least you have something to finally go back to."

"Yup," Butterscotch responds, turning his head and seeing the time, "Oh no!"

He shoots up from his chair nearly toppling the table, "the train will be here!"

Butterscotch grabs his bag, pausing next to the mare. Leaning down he pulls the mare into a hug, "It's good seeing you again."

Bee smiles, "You too Scotch."

Butterscotch runs towards the door, dodging and weaving through the crowds.

"Good luck," Bee whispers, looking at the news paper, "let's hope no one finds out who you are."

The picture on the paper shows a rogue stallion, a artist rendition of the magic night these mares had. The story of this stallion will surely wet any mares dreams and fuel hot headed males to conquer this legend.

Bee just sips her coffee, knowing that the number of reservations will no doubt fill her desk.

"Maybe I should've joined him," She mumbles, a blush forming on her muzzle, "really wish he didn't take that birth control potion.

Chapter 3

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 3

Bulky reads over the paper, switching his gaze towards the downtrodden pegasus and paper. He finishes the article and in the cottage, breaks the silence with his hearty laughter.

"Thirty mares," he laughed, while Butterscotch groans from his booming laughter. Bulky reels in his merriment, smirking at the pegasus, "I don't know why your so mopey over this."

"If you must know," Butterscotch said, gritting his teeth, "it was twenty mares...with some griffins and Diamond dogs."

Bulky continues to laugh, as Butterscotch waited for him to stop.

"No bucking way..." Bulky stops mid sentence, falling into another chorus of laughter.

"You done!" Butterscotch ask, as the white pegasus wipes a tear away.

"Yup!"

"Good," the yellow pegasus sighs, looking at the article on the table, "how many mares have seen this."

"Just about all of them," Bulky responded, taking a sip of his tea, "At least they have your picture wrong."

Butterscotch looks at the rendition, a far cry from the meek stallion, "Thank the Goddess that these mare's have such an imagination."

"Oh yeah!" Bulky agreed, "cause if it were you...well, you wouldn't have gotten off the train."

Butterscotch continues to mope as a little bunny hoops in to his vision, "So...anything new in town."

"Other than the stampede," Bulky ponders mulling it over, "well...we're going to have a celebration for Applejack saving the town in a few days."

"So I've heard," Butterscotch mumbles, snacking on a cookie, "...What about Mac?"

"His doing fine," Bulky said, looking out the window towards the apple orchard, "though he'll be out for the season."

Butterscotch looks into his cup the steam rising from the fine china, "I think I'll go help out."

"You sure," Bulky asked, raises an eyebrow in the process, "don't you have work to do?"

Butterscotch shakes his head, "the baby bunnies aren't ready to come out yet...and the only thing I need to do today is put out the food later."

Bulky snorts at his energetic friend, "I'll never understand how you have so much energy...especially rutting thir...twenty mares with some griffins, and d-dogs."

"Oh! it wasn't to hard," Butterscotch smirks, "Half of them where in heat...so it was like ten minutes tops with them."

Bulky just shakes his head, as the two continue with their brunch.

Butterscotch landed in front of a red door, and knocks on the dutch door. The top half opens revealing a giant stallion, his emerald eyes staring down at the yellow pegasus.

"Afternoon Big Macintosh," Butterscotch greets the red stallion.

Mac smiles at the pegasus, "Good ta see you Scotch."

"You to..." Butterscotch pauses looking around.

Big Mac laughs, his drawl thick like his sister, "don't worry...Blooms at school, granny's sleeping and Applejack...well she's been busy apple bucking since morning."

Butterscotch sighs in relief, "thanks...don't know if I could handle Granny Smith today."

Big Mac snickers, lifting a certain newspaper, "Been busy eh!"

"Don't you start too," Butterscotch glares at the pony, "especially since I'm here to help."

Mac raises an eyebrow from his statement, "Help...Help with what?"

"With bucking apples," Butterscotch said quickly adding, "for apple bucking season!"

Mac snickers at the pegasus's discomfort, "relax Scotch...I trust ya enough not ta break ma sister's heart."

Butterscotch glares at the stallion, but he wasn't done speaking, "Don't give me that...ya may have most of the town fooled, but ya never had Granny dun in."

"Don't remind me," Butterscotch groaned.

"I wouldn't have ta," Mac said, smirking at the pegasus, "if ya just buck ma sister...then I wouldn't have ta deal with her clopping ta ya every morning."

Butterscotch winches, as Mac continues, "not to mention Granny's approved of ya."

"Really?" Butterscotch said, blushing at the statement.

"Yup," Big Mac puts his hand on the pegasus's shoulder, "sorry...but just a warning...ya gonna get bucked sooner or later."

Butterscotch glares at the stallion, but sighs in contempt, "so...you need my help or what?"

"Don't know if ya could do anything for ma back," Mac looks toward the orchard the sounds of smashing wood was carried by the wind, "though if ya can get past ma stubborn sister...then ya might be able to help out."

Butterscotch raises his eyebrow, "what happened this time?"

"Applejack being stubborn is all." Mac answered, shifting his sights back to Butterscotch.

"I see," Walking backwards Butterscotch lifted his wings, "wish me luck."

"Luck," Mac laughed, "ya'll be needing more than luck with ma sister."

Butterscotch launches into the air, heading towards the sound of cracking wood.

A orange mare hauls bushels of apples, her plaid shirt drenched with sweat. The brown stetson, beaten and worn through the years was adorned atop her blonde mane, lowered to block the rays of the sun.

"Hey Applejack," Butterscotch greets from above. The mare turns towards the sound of the voice, the pegasus landing next to her.

"Well howdy," Applejack drawled, "what brings ya out here?"

"Heard Mac got injured," Butterscotch said, looking around the surplus of empty baskets and fruit filled trees.

"Really now," Applejacks voice, drew the stallions attention back to the glaring mare, "Well like I told Mac ah can do this on ma own!"

She stomps towards the cart laden with apples, placing her haul in the cart.

Butterscotch shakes his head mumbling, "your still stubborn as ever."

He turns to the empty basket, taking a few and flying towards a part of the orchard.

Years Ago:

"Well...at least the roofs not leaking," Butterscotch wonders around his new home, the storm outside pelting any unlucky pony to wonder the streets.

"I don't get it," a white bunny bounces around the empty living room, "With the money you make...why'd you get this dump?"

"It's simple Angel," Butterscotch said, unfurling his bedroll, "hardly anypony comes out here...and the less ponies..."

"The less likely you'll get found out," Angel chided, sitting next to the resting stallion.

Butterscotch nods and looks at the white bunny, "Atleast I won't have to deal with mares stalking me."

"Tell me about," Angel plopped on his chest, "still can't believe she hid in that cake!"

Butterscotch laughed, "though the look on Stools face was priceless."

Angel joins in on the laughter, the two's merry moment drowned out by the sound of thunder.

"So," Angel began, "what are we going to do about money."

"I'll see what's in the paper tommorrow." Butterscotch closes his eyes.

"Still don't understand why you can't just use your savings," Angel curls up on his chest.

"Like I told you," Butterscotch yawns, "we gotta wait till the heat dies down."

"Yeah...but can't you just put some in a another bank account?"

"Tried it...but those mares tried to get me at the bank," Butterscotch mumbled.

"Darn," Angel yawned, "we could have used that money to get some furniture."

The two ended their conversation as they enter a deep slumber, ready for tomorrows endeavors.

The stallion wonders the streets passing by stores, with a newspaper in hand and hired ads crossed out.

"That's about the last one," he groans finding a seat on a bench, glaring at the recently crossed out ad, "can't believe she thought I was a mare."

The encounter with the white unicorn left a bad taste in his mouth. The odd amount of dresses he was to wear spoke volumes against his masculinity.

"Then again," he moves his hand across his long pink mane, "Really need to get a cut soon."

He looks through the paper once more, noticing the tiny ad on the bottom corner. A job for a farmhand was listed, and a smile forms on his muzzle. "Here's to not burning through my cash."

Asking around he finds the directions of the farm. He takes off, his wings propelling him towards his destination at an alarming rate.

Walking around the red house, he wonders around looking for a pony to talk to. He hears voices coming from the barn, and walking towards the sound of voices he spots a group of ponies.

A mix of stallions and mares gather in front of a massive red stallion. Butterscotch joins the group of ponies, tip hoofing just to see above the crowd.

"I hear ya all!" the red stallion shouted over the crowd, "we're trying our best ta get as much apples harvested before the season ends!"

"But we needed those apples two days ago," a pony from the crowd shot back, more joining in the chorus of angered complaints.

"I understand!" The straw blonde giant yelled, "We'll get yer apples as soon as we can...until then you'll all have ta wait just a bit more!"

A collective groan rang through the crowd, each one turning and dispersing. Some cursing the red stallion of the lack of apples.

As the crowd dispersed, Butterscotch walks up to the sighing pony, "Um...excuse me."

The stallion glares at the yellow pony, causing him to flinch, "Look...like ah told everypony else we don't got them apples harvested yet."

Butterscotch winches from his booming voice, "Actually...I'm not here for that."

He shows the ad to the stallion, and he blinks seeing his own ad. A smile slowly forming on his muzzle, "haha. Sorry bout that...just that them ponies keep coming up here for apples that we don't have."

Butterscotch looks at the many apple filled trees, "We'll it looks like you have plenty of apples."

"That we do," the pony walks up to Butterscotch, "but it don't mean much if we can't harvest them...names Big Macintosh by the way."

He extends his hand to the butter yellow pony, Butterscotch meets his massive hand, "Nice meeting you Mr. Macintosh...names Butterscotch."

"Ya can drop the Mr," mac laughs, "Just call me Mac or Big Mac...that's what most ponies call me."

"It's a pleasure meeting you then...Big mac," Butterscotch smiles, flexing his hand from the bone crushing grip of the pony.

"So your here for the job," Mac said, looking over the pegasus, "have ya doe any farm work before?"

"No...but I have done my fare share of heavy lifting," Butterscotch responded, while Mac analyzed every word before smiling.

"Then I hope you can handle baskets of apples," Mac motioned him to follow, "though I'll be honest with ya...I won't be able to pay you till I get ma shipments filled."

Butterscotch pauses for a brief moment, "Then if it's fine with you...the sooner I can start the faster you'll be able fill your orders."

Mac laughs at his statement, "a real go getter ain't ya...maybe ya'll be more of help than the other one."

His tone grew dark at the end causing Butterscotch to shiver. He leads him to the grove were empty basket sat next to a cart half filled with apples. The red stallion picks up a few empty baskets, Butterscotch doing the same.

Walking up to a tree laden with apples, Mac places them around the trunk lecturing the pegasus on apple bucking, "Now all ya gots ta do is give this here tree a simple buck."

Turning around his leg slams into the tree, the apples falling into the basket. Though what really surprised the pegasus was how the tree had no signs of damage.

"Think ya can do that," Mac asked turning his attention back to the pony.

Butterscotch walks up to the tree observing the spot where his hoof met, "don't know if I can...without damaging your tree that is."

Mac chuckles at the pegasus's observation, "not to many ponies notice how hard it is ta buck a tree without killing it...here I got a couple of trees ya can practice on."

Mac leads him down further into the grove towards much older and bigger trees. Their branches holding a minuscule offering.

"Ya can go ahead and try bucking these trees...till ya get yer bearings set."

"You sure about that," Butterscotch asked, looking at the ancient grove.

"Yup," Mac nodded, "Were gonna clear this here trees in spring...their past their prime already."

Mac turns around heading back to the grove, "Once ya gather all them apples bring them to the barn...if I ain't there just drop it next ta the door and come find me in the orchard."

"Will do," Butterscotch responded to the fleeting pony. Looking at the trees, he went to work not wanting to disappoint his new employer.

Thirty minutes pass and Butterscotch had three of the five baskets filled. The trees he buck, had varying degrees of indentations and splintered wood.

"Dammit," he curses as the apples fell but the tree had signs of damage, "There has to be an easier way of doing this."

A wind blows through the grove, as Butterscotch basked in the cool breeze. Looking up he notices an apple swaying in the wind, causing a smile to form on his muzzle.

Flying into the top branches of the tree, he held onto the branches. Using his mighty wings he propels himself back and forth causing the apples to fall into the baskets.

"I did it!" He shouted, flying down to observe his work, "at least I didn't damage the trees this time."

He repeated the same technique till the baskets were filled and the trees bare of fruit. Flying to the barn he left the baskets where Mac wanted them, then headed to the sound of trees being bucked.

Spotting the cart he grabs a few baskets, and heads to the shaking trees. He sees a pony, masked by the suns rays bucking a tree.

"Hey Mac," Butterscotch's angelic voice rang through the grove. The pony stop,s looking at the incoming stallion yelling, "I got the apples done!"

Coming closer he was met with an orange mare, her emerald eyes staring past her blonde mane at the incoming stallion. Butterscotch pauses seeing that this pony wasn't his boss.

Before he could ask the young mare steps forward confronting him, "Now who the hay are you...Ma'am.!"

There was venom her words, but the butter yellow pony was to shocked to answer back. Luckily Mac was close by to explain things to the mare.

"She's the new helper...Applejack," Mac said as he lifted two baskets of apples.

Applejack looks Butterscotch over, "I hope ya can pull yer own weight...cause we don't hire no slackers."

She grabs her baskets heading towards the cart. Butterscotch turns his attention to the red stallion, "You know I'm a guy, right?"

Big Mac looks him over saying, "you could ah fooled me."

Butterscotch ignores the smirking stallion, and asked, "So...where do I start?"

"Just pick ah tree," Mac said turning to return to his work, stopping just a moment to warn the pegasus, "ah bit of advice...try ta avoid ma sister, she's not too fond of ponies helping out."

The stallion disappears into the grove, Butterscotch takes his warning and heads deeper into the orchard.

Butterscotch sets up baskets around many of the fruit bearing trees. Flying from one tree to another he shakes the limbs causing the bountiful fruit to fall. Hauling the filled basket to the barn quickened the process without increasing the work load on the other two.

He dumps the fruit into the large bins in the barn, which will be later processed for sale or juiced in the upcoming cider season. Much of which he gathered from Mac, though the orange mare proved to be little of a conversationalist.

Even during lunch she ate her meal with gusto, leaving a Butterscotch to watch an empty seat as she went back to the orchard. Though the old mare and filly proved to be an interesting conversation.

Arriving at the barn with the last basket, he sees Mac in front of the he overfilled bins.

He whistles as the pegasus lands next him, "Can't believe we got this weeks quota filled."

He turns to the pegasus, giving the smaller pony a pat on the shoulder, "thanks ta you Scotch, we'll be able ta fill our customers orders."

"Th-thanks...I guess," Butterscotch said rubbing his shoulder from the calloused hands.

"How about joining us fer dinner," Mac picks up his basket, dumping it's contents into a cart.

"I ah...I don't know if I should impose," Butterscotch began.

"Nonsense," Mac cut in, "besides...I don't think yer stomach would like to miss out on Granny's pie."

Butterscotch's stomach gurgled in response, a blush as red as Mac's coat spread across his face.

"Th-thank's for the offer then," Butterscotch said, looking himself over, "though I might need to clean up first."

"We got a shower in the house," Mac said heading towards the red house, Butterscotch trailing behind him, "I'll lend ya some clean clothes."

"Thanks," Butterscotch said, following the stallion. These ponies are really nice.

Entering the shower room, Butterscotch laid his clothes in a pile on the counter. Stepping into the cold torrent, he shivers under the cold spray. His wings extended enough to let the dirt and grime wash away. Soon the cold downpour ends bringing forth a warm wave of water.

A few more minutes pass with the shower ending, as Butterscotch towels off. The white cloth gently moved\ing across his frame. His wings shook sending the leftover water hurtling into the tiled walls and plastic curtain.

A towel draped over his waist as he stepped out into the steam covered room. The door slowly opens revealing the old mare he met earlier. She stares at the half naked stallion, his toned frame detailed by his damp coat

"Coulda sworn ya was a mare," Granny said eyeballing the pegasus, "Just let me get ya something other than these mare clothes."

She turns around and heads down the hall, leaving a mumbling pegasus, "Could have sworn I locked that door."

Not soon after the door opens again, turning around Butterscotch is confronted with the tiny filly. She rushes behind him, using his pink tail as cover while a furious flour covered Applejack stands in front of the door.

She stops gawking at the half naked stallion, she quickly turns around shouting, "Don't ya know how to close a door!"

"I did...but somehow everyone seems to be able to open it." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"Wa ya mean..." She turns around peeking at the pony, but pauses seeing the yellow and red maned filly peeking from the side, "Applebloom!"

Her shout startles the filly, causing her to fall back while holding onto towel, pulling it off in the process. Butterscotch uses his wings to catch the filly as the orange mare stares at his fully exposed crotch.

"You okay their little filly," Butterscotch said, his voice was gently and full of warmth. Applebloom nods her orange eyes staring up to her savior.

"This clothes might be a bit big for ya," the old mare returns, pausing to look between her grand daughter and the naked stallion. She follows her gaze towards the stallions, "Huh, that's one mighty piece yah got there."

She walks in leaving the clothes on the counter, the little filly following the old mare.

"Close yer mouth dear," She says, as her lime green hand pushes the orange mare's muzzle shut, "ya'll get flies in them if ya don't."

Granny Smith walks down the stairs with Applebloom in tow. Butterscotch looks at the orange mare slowly making his way to the door and closed it.

Present:

"Like I told ya!" Applejack yelled at the flying pony, "Ah don't need help!"

Butterscotch heads to the barn dumping the basket's contents into the bins and heads back for more. The orange mare continued to stare daggers into his back.

He continues to gather apples, ignoring her for dear life.

The day goes by, and with the help of the butter yellow pegasus the two were able to fill their quota for the day.

"Phew. Glad we got that done," Applejack said smiling at their achievement, but it soon turned to a frown, "like ah told Mac ah could ave done this with out ya help!"

"Nope," Mac said limping towards the two ponies.

"Don't ya start Mac," Applejack pokes her finger into his chest, "ah bet ya put him up to it...just ta prove me wrong!"

Mac shakes his head answering with one of his iconic phrases, "Nope."

Applejack grumbles, walking past the Mac, not before giving him a slight slap to his back. Mac winches glaring at the fleeting mare.

"At least she's getting better," Butterscotch said, helping Mac up.

"Ya say that...but ma back begs ta differ," Mac grumbles looking down at the pink haired pony, "so...ya gonna stay fer dinner?"

"Don't know if I should," Butterscotch mulls it over, asking, "is Granny going to drug me again."

"Ah don't think so," Mac said, rubbing the bottom of his muzzle, "she didn't make any of her special pie...so there's no way ya'll end up sleeping with AJ."

"If you say so...then I guess I'll be joining you for dinner."

The two head towards the house Butterscotch asking the simplest question, "are my clothes still here?"

"Eyup!" Mac responded adding, "AJ's still got em in her room."

"I hope so," Butterscotch said then mumbles, "those were my favorite pair of briefs."

Mac smirks hearing the pegasus's silent plight.

The rooster crows as the sun creeps over the horizon. Butterscotch slowly stirring from the land of dreams. He lets out a mighty yawn, feeling movement next to him.

"Morning sugercube," Applejack mumbles, the sheets shifting as she hugs the stallion.

Butterscotch's eyes shot open, looking at the mare nuzzling against him. He looks around noticing that this was not his home. He turns his head staring at the sleeping face of the mare. Trying to move proved futile as the mare hold tighten like a finger trap.

He sighs in defeat, and continues to stare at the ceiling, while he hears the erotic confessions of the mare.

"Butterscotch," She repeats for the twentieth time along with many odd request involving apple pie.

The rooster lets out a loud crow, this time Applejack slowly awakens from the world of dreams. She blinks staring into teal eyes.

"Good morning," Butterscotch greets smiling, as Applejack's eyes shrank. She pushes off his chest forcing the baby blue blanket off the pair.

Being free of her constraints did nothing for Butterscotch, as blood flowed from his face to a much lower region. The light of the sun played over the naked form of the mare.

Applejacks eyes moved away from his, a mistake as her gaze fell onto his erection. A blush forms on her face, her humiliation was further increased by her brother's sudden presence.

"Ya might wanna start heading out or..." Mac stops staring at the naked form of his sister and the morning wood basking in the rays of the sun. "Ah'll let ya two get this settled on yer own."

Mac closes the door letting the two compose themselves. Butterscotch avoids looking at the mare, and she does the same.

"I'll get dressed first," Butterscotch said, spotting his favorite pair of briefs.

Applejack wraps the blanket around her, all the while watching the lean pony dress. Clothes adorned he slips out the door, red covering his entire muzzle.

Out in the hallway Butterscotch leans against the door sighing, his eyes staring at the floor.

"So watcha think," Butterscotch looks up seeing the orange eyes of the lime green mare.

"Why?" Butterscotch asked, shaking his head as Granny places a hand on his shoulder.

"Come now," She said, pulling him into a hug, "you and ah both know how Applejack loves ya...ah just had ta do ma best in getting ya to accept it."

"By drugging me," Butterscotch whispered, with anger in his voice.

"Trust me," Granny said breaking the hug, "it was either that...or have yah tied up and locked in a room with ma granddaughter in heat."

"Point taken," Butterscotch said, rubbing the back of his head.

"Besides," Granny began wobbling towards the stairs, "if ya pick Applejack...yah might stand ah chance avoiding them mares."

"What are you..." Butterscotch stops, watching the mare slightly turn around, her grin causing him to shiver.

"Yah can't fool me sonny," Granny smiled, "and if yah can't fool ole granny...sooner or later this towns gonna wizen up."

She grabs hold of the side rail making her way down, with her voice echoing around the hallway, "and trust me, yer already a target fer most of the town."

Her statement sent shivers down his spine. Taking a few minutes to compose himself, he heads down the stairs.

Arriving home in the late afternoon, he was greeted by the site of the animals busily cleaning the cottage. All the while a white bunny directing the various groups.

"Wow. the house looks amazing," Butterscotch said aloud, the younger creatures frolicking around the pony all wanting to play with him. "Give me a minute you guys...let me get some water and well go play."

The animals cheered letting the pegasus continue with his objective.

"I thought you'd be home last night." Angel said as the pony walked up to him.

"Blame Granny." Butterscotch sighed.

"Poison pie again?" Angel asked, motioning for the animals to take finish up.

"Yup," Butterscotch said heading towards the kitchen, "but the worst part...well let's just say that Mac, AJ and I were all knocked out by the pie."

"All you...what about Applebloom?"

"She was in bed by the time, the drug kicked in," Butterscotch fills a glass and quickly drains it of it's contents, "which raises the question. How an old mare was able to strip a grown stallion and mare...and put them in the same bed...upstairs."

The bunny whistles in astonishment, "I wonder what she would have been like when she was younger."

"Don't know and honestly...I never want to find out," Butterscotch lays the cup on the counter. Checkin the pantry, "Looks like I'll have to go and buy some more feed."

"Sorry about that," Angel said, breaking up an argument with a mouse an ferret, "some of the young ones hit their growth spurt and started eating what ever they can."

"Can't really blame you guys then," Butterscotch, writes down what he'll need to buy later. "Oh. Before I forget, I'll be heading back to the farm tomorrow."

"Again?" Angel raises an eyebrow, as the stallion nods.

"Can't be helped," Butterscotch wonders to the back door, "with Mac on the sidelines it's just AJ out there...and besides I'll be able to get some cider and a bushel of apples for you guys."

"Sweet!" Angel leapt in joy, but returned to a more serious nature, "though don't forget to take the senses for the new bunnies."

"I won't...Though I hope the little fellers won't cause to much trouble."

Butterscotch heads out to the garden the animals gather around him. Some came with a greeting and younger ones wanting to play, and play they did.

Chapter 4

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 4

The soft snores of his partner did nothing for the predicament at hand. Her talons gently raked over his bare chest as her light brown chest rose and fell. Butterscotch grabs hold of the blanket, wiping her tear stained eyeshadow.

The smell of lust and shame perforated the room, all brining a slight smile to weary pegasus. Stains covered the his nether regions all absorbed by the white sheets. The griffins tail swishes under the sheets tickling his crotch.

"Still can't believe this happened," Butterscotch whispered, shutting his eyes.

"Well believe it asshole!" Angel shouted at the stallion, but was only a squeak to others. "You had her screaming most of the night!"

The bunny shuffled in his basket bed, as Butterscotch mumbled, "Your one to talk...you just rutted two Bunnies."

Angel looks between the two sleeping bunnies cuddled next to him, he mumbles, "they were in heat..."

"And so is she," Butterscotch chuckled, taking a whiff, "still is."

"Yeah whatever," Angel grumbled, squeezing between the two rodents, "Night!"

"Night," Butterscotch responded, loud enough not to disturb the sleeping griffin.

A few days ago:

"Come on little guys," Butterscotch said, guiding the hatchlings and their mother across town, "just a few more blocks and we'll be out...omph!"

Butterscotch turns around facing a black wall.

"Hey!" The wall screamed, Butterscotch looks up and was confronted with a glaring griffin. Her purple eyeshadow accenting her yellow eyes. "Watch where your going!"

"Bu-but," Butterscotch began, but her roar cuts him off. He lowers his stance ready to take on the griffin, to the bystanders he looked like was cowering and that didn't sit well with a certain pink pony. The griffin turns around, stomping her padded feet down the street.

Butterscotch turns around and comforts the scared ducklings and mother. "It's okay...omph."

Pink arms wrapped around the stallion, "There. there, Butters."

The mass of soft pink squeezed the poor stallion, "Don't worry Aunt Pinkie knows what to do."

Then as quickly as she arrived, the pink mass disappeared. Butterscotch looks around confused on what just happened.

"Um...Mr Butterscotch," Misses duck said, while trying to comforts the chicks, "can we keep going?"

"Ah...sure," Butterscotch continues to look around at the staring ponies, "yeah, lets get out of here."

He continued to the lead the little group, keeping count of the little hatchlings.

"Honestly angel," Butterscotch said, while brushing the little bunnies tale, "I don't know if I should go."

"What do mean," Angel moaned as the brush went over his velvety back, "it said that there's going to be a big surprise."

"Still," Butterscotch mumbles, "it's a welcome party...and I'm suppose to get a surprise."

"Mhmm," Angel started to fall asleep under the tentative care of his owner. This brings a smile to the stallion's muzzle.

Placing the sleeping bunny into his basket, the stallion began to prepare for the upcoming party. He dons one of his iconic sweaters and blue pants, the comforting texture hugging his hind legs. Checking himself once more, he heads down the stairs.

"Let's see," he mumbles, looking around the cottage, "I'll just set up some feed before I go and...huh?"

He spots a mass of animals running towards the cottage and an odd shape diving from the sky. The figure landing behind the group as a scream rang out.

Butterscotch spots the griffin clutching a squirrel in her talons, the stallions rushes out the back door yelling, "Let that squirrel go!"

The griffin ignores the pony, flapping into the air to eat her meal in peace. Butterscotch rockets into the air after the fleeting predator.

She made it only a few feet into the air, before the pegasus tackles the griffin, knocking her to the ground.

"Hey!" The griffin screamed, loosening her grip on the the rodent, "what in tartarus are you doing!"

"Ah...Not letting you eat one of my friends!" Butterscotch shot back, his hands wrapping around her mid section.

She flaps her large wings bringing the two into the air. Her yellow talons pushing the pony off her, yelling, "Let go freak!"

Butterscotch holds on not knowing the squirrel made it to safety. She continues to push with both arms forcing the stallion down, his hands finding purchase on her shorts.

The shorts loosen, causing the stallion to fall to the ground, as the griffin screamed, "My pants!"

Butterscotch lands on the ground, staring at the griffin. Her legs spread giving him full view of her uncovered crotch. She lands covering her nether region with her talon like hand, stomping towards the downed stallion.

"Give me back my pants!" She yelled, slowly making her way as not to further expose herself.

Butterscotch stands, glaring at the incoming griffin, shouting, "What's your problem!"

"My problem! My Problem!" Her feathers ruffled looking down at the stallion, "I was trying to get some food and you come out and tackle me!"

"Food!" Butterscotch puffed his chest and spread his, a sign of dominance in the griffin culture, "these animals are Pets! Not Food!"

"Says who!" She shot back but was a bit taken aback at the ponies stand.

"Says the Animal Warden!" he jabs a thumb to his chest, the griffin's shorts following along. A light pink cloth fell from the denim bundle.

The griffin spots this and quickly snatches the undergarment before it fell on the ground. Butterscotch blushes, noticing her shorts in hand, he looks away handing it to her.

She quickly snatches it, and turns around to put on her lost clothing.

As she buttons her shorts Butterscotch notices blood flowing from her arm, "Your bleeding."

"Huh," she looks at the pony following his gaze to her cut arm, "Tch! It's just a scratch...nothing for you to worry about."

Her harsh tone did nothing to sway the stallion, he grabs hold of the griffin, "Come on...I have some bandages."

"I told you..." one quick look into his eyes cut off any rebuttal the griffin was going to make. Even if she could, his iron like grip prevented her from breaking free, and so she follows wary of the pony.

"So Giilda...it's Giilda right?" Butterscotch asked, while he applied ointment to the open wound.

"Gilda," she gritted her beak, against the sting of the medicine.

"Gilda. Gilda...are you by chance from Shallow Roost," Butterscotch asked, dumping the blooded cotton balls into the trash bin.

"My parents where," She responded, but raises her eyebrow asking, "how would know that?"

"Met a few back in the day," Butterscotch responded, wrapping her arm with a bandage, "odd folks...but very interesting."

"Tch. Odd's understating it," Gilda said, watching the pony tentatively wrapping her arm.

"Yes...but they knew how to open up compared to other griffins." Butterscotch checked the bandages, "not to tight?"

She moves her arms around taking a feel for the stallion's work, "this is...actually. I can't even tell if its on."

"I do my best," Butterscotch smiled, putting up the med kit, "So...care to tell me why your starving yourself?"

The griffin flinches avoiding eye contact with the pony, "I-I don't know what your talking about."

"Don't even try that with me," Butterscotch said, moving some pans to the stove, "I've treated enough animals to know when they haven't eaten...and by the looks of it."

He laid ingredients on the counter taking a quick look at the griffin, "your way below the standard for a griffin your age."

The knife comes down slicing the ingredients, Gilda looks on as the pony prepaired a meal. The pan sizzles and the aroma hits her nostrils, drool flowing down her beak.

Butterscotch lays the stir fry on a plate, placing the meal in front of his guest.

"Dig in," he said turning to wash the dishes, but notices the griffins lack of enthusiasm, "that was an order."

His commanding tone ended any rebuttal the griffin was going to spout. She grabs her utensils and slowly takes a tentative bite of food. Her eyes widen as she dug into the meal.

Butterscotch holds back a smile, the sounds of water and clanking pans drowning out the munching of his guest.

She lets out a loud burp adding, "That was delicious."

"Glad to know," Butterscotch sat down across the griffin, handing her a glass of water.

"Thanks," She said, grabbing the glass and downing the cup. She looks to her benefactor rubbing the back of her head, "look...ah...I'm sorry about the whole...roaring at you earlier...and trying to eat your pet."

"it's fine," Butterscotch waved off, "Can't really fault you for trying to feed yourself."

He went silent staring into the table, Gilda for her part, tried to avoid staring at the sadden pony.

"So...how was it," Butterscotch asked, returning his gaze back to the griffin.

"It was...it was actually amazing," Gilda gushed, "I mean...it tasted like...meat."

Her eyes shrank staring at her plate and the random animals frolicking about. The stallion laughs, "relax...it's tofu."

"Tofu?" The griffin looked questionably at the pony, "what's that?"

"It's a meat substitute," Butterscotch told the ever perplexed half bird, "I learned it from a diamond dog a few years back."

"And why would you know that," her voice rang out in shock.

"There's plenty of carnivores on my land," Butterscotch said, pointing towards a bobcat, "it fills them up without me having to butcher some animals."

"That makes sense...I think," Gilda said drawing circles on the oaken table.

Butterscotch continues to smile turning his gaze towards the clock, "I better head off soon."

"Why?"

"Got a party to go to...in fact," he turns his gaze towards Gilda, "so do you."

She looks at him confused, which was later quenched by the invitation laid on the table.

"Oh yeah...that party thing that pink pony set up," Gilda said mulling it over, looking at the standing pony.

"Come on," Butterscotch grabs the plate and placing it in the sink, "the guest of honor shouldn't be late for their party."

Gilda smiles getting up and stretches, she watches the pony grabbing bags of feed. He places them in bowels, turning towards the griffin, "you should head out...I'll catch up when I'm done."

Gilda shakes her head grabbing a filled bowl, "let me help you...it's the least I could do for the meal."

Butterscotch nods letting her hand out the vittles.

Arriving at the party the two separated, Gilda joining Rainbow Dash, while Butterscotch conversed with the local flower trio. Their tag team approach doing nothing to sway the stallion.

"How bout it Butterscotch," Roseluck a yellow coated mare asked, parting her rose colored mane from her chest.

Butterscotch inwardly sighed looking away from the exposed cleavage, "I-I don't know Rose...I am quite busy."

"Aw pretty please," A pale magenta mare pleaded, her curly green maned head resting on his shoulders.

"Don't pressure him Daisy," a pale raspberry mare chided.

"But Lilly...we need a stallion to help move those heavy pots," Daisy pouted, moving her finger against the stallion's arm.

Butterscotch inwardly sighs, hoping to have them end this silly game. Lilly shakes her head, turning around to grab a drink giving him a clear view of a white string as her amber tail swished.

"Well hello ladies," a dark grey pegasus greets, his tank top exposing his muscles.

The mares role their eyes knowing the brash mohawked pegasus, "Hello Thunderlane." They answered in unison.

"Ladies," Thunderlane greeted in, moving his hands against his cyan mohawk, "I can't but overhear that you girls need a...stallion per sey."

He flexes his arms, the mares rolled their eyes. Roseluck responded to the stallions bravado, "You sure you should be doing that...especially when you just got back together with Cloudchaser?"

"Hey come on," Thunderlane played off, "it was just a little spat...besides who says a stallion can't have more than one mare."

Thunderlane winked as the mares tried to hold back the sweets they just ate.

"I don't know," Daisy pondered, looking at the pegasus, "what do you think Cloudchaser?"

Thunderlane's eye's shrank slowly turning around to be met with the spiky blue maned mare, glaring at him.

"C-Cloudchaser," Thunderlane said slowly backing away from the angry mare.

"Hello...Thunder," Cloudchaser moved forward, bring her arm back.

"Wait! It's not what you..." Thunderlane's excuse was caught off as his muzzel was met with an angry mare's fist.

"Asshole," Cloudchaser spat, she looked to the three mares and stallion, "sorry about that."

"No worries...he did deserve it," Lilly said shaking her head, "still can't believe he slept with that mare from Cloudsdale."

"Yup!" Cloudchaser grabs a drink, chugging it down. Then grumbled, "can't believe he used my bed."

"What was that hun," Daisy asked, moving from her perch on Butterscotch's shoulder to observe the knocked out stallion.

"Nothing," Cloudchaser said gritting her teeth. She looks at the sweater wearing stallion and moving past the body of her colt friend she hugs his arms, saying,"Why can't all stallions be like you."

"Umm..." Butterscotches thoughts were interrupted. A scream echoing through the bakery.

The ponies turn their gaze towards a red beaked griffin, fire spewing from her mouth. She rushes to a glass of water only to find that the water emptied from a hole near the rim. Gilda frantically looks around and spots a mug sitting on the counter. She flew through the room nearly knocking down ponies left and right. The mug's contents go down her throat cooling the fire building in her mouth.

"Wow...lucky I'm not her," Daisy said aloud, the other three mares nod in agreement.

Butterscotch turns his attention towards the Rainbow maned mare, her wings twitching as she roared in laughter. Oh no. Don't tell me Rainbow's pulling these stunts.

"I wonder if there are more of them," Cloudchaser pondered aloud, lookng at the deceptive treats and beverages, "that prank did have Rainbow written all over it."

"How can you tell," Lily asked, taking a better look at the cupcake in hand.

"Cause...she did the same thing at the weather meeting last week," Cloudchaser said, leaning against Butterscotch, "Poor Flitter couldn't taste a thing for a week."

"You have a point there," Roseluck agreed, taking a better look at the cake at hand, "Pinkie Pie's pranks are usually playful...but hers..."

The mare's nodded knowing what she was leading to. Roseluck continues, "sure no ponies hurt but still...kinda wished she'd tone it down a bit."

Roseluck received a chorus of agreement. Lily finally taking a bite from her cupcake, a relieved smile plastered on her face.

"Ahh...my head," Thunderlane moaned, blinking the blinding light away. Cloudchaser let go of Butterscotch's arm and glares down at the stallion.

She let's out a bone chilling warning, "pull that shit again...and we're through."

She turns to the mares, "Good seeing you girls...and you too Butterscotch."

She makes her way to leave not before swishing her tail at the butter yellow pegasus's crotch. The flower trio giggled, while Butterscotch hid behind the blush.

"Wahaaa!" Buttercotch turns his gaze towards Gilda sliding into the kitcen. The sounds of falling pots and pans was followed by an enraged griffin with batter covered over body.

She turns her attention towards the poofy maned pony screaming, "You did this didn't you!"

Pinkie looked at her confused as she continued her rant, "you and your stupid jokes have done nothing but humiliate me!"

Her wings spread, a sign of predatory dominance. Glaring at the pink pony, "your nothing but an annoying dweeb!"

"Come on Dash let's go," She turns to leave, but hears something she would have never expected.

"No," Rainbow said, looking at the shocked griffin, "I was the one that set up those pranks."

"What!" Gilda gasped, pure betrayal etched on her face.

"They all weren't meant for you," Rainbow continued, "though that might make me a dweeb...wouldn't it."

"Your kidding Dash...right?" Gilda said, hoping beyond hope that this was all a lie, "I mean you wouldn't just humiliate me like that."

"I didn't mean to..." Rainbow never finnished as Gilda turned and ran out through the door. Rainbow Dash turns around to face the growing crowd, "Sorry about that everypony."

As Rainbow was giving out her apology, no one ever witnessed the yellow stallion slipping out through the back door.

Butterscotch shadows the griffin, trailing a good distance behind. Enough to see, but not be seen.

Nearing a mountain, her speedy flying grew sluggish. She lands on a cloud, slamming her fist into the pillow like substance.

"Dam her! Dam her!" She screamed, tears falling s her makeup runs purple trails along her white feathers. She pulls up a sizable mass from the already dwindling pile, squeezing and crying into the white pillow.

Butterscotch watches, hidden in his own cloudy grave. Hearing the sobs of a lonely female.

An hour passes and Gilda grew quite, laying on the thin mass of water vapor. Her inherent magic preventing her from plummeting to the ground but the already dwindled cloud was ready to give way under her weight. Butterscotch moves closer bringing his cloud, just an arm length away.

He sits atop the fluffy white mass watching the sleeping griffin, her wings wrapped around her frame. Butterscotch extends his wings, blocking the rays of the sun, letting her sleep her troubles away.

The sun was descending closer to the horizon, the stallion sat unmoving, just watching the rise and fall of the sleeping Gilda. She starts o stir from her rest.

"You know I'm awake..." she said, not turning to meet the ponies gaze. Hearing no answer she continues, "why?"

Silence ensued as she waited for the answer from the knew who knew it.

"Don't know," Butterscotch finally said, the griffin slams her fist into the cloud violently turning to face the pony.

"What do you mean you don't know!" She screamed, only to have the stallion say nothing. She spreads her wings in anger cutting into the clouds a fatal mistake, as she started to fall. She started to flap her wings in an acquired fashion preventing her from falling.

Butterscotch swoops down from his perch, wrapping his arms around her waist. He flaps his wings steadying himself and the passenger. A blush forms across the griffins face, her breast pushing against his chest.

Butterscotch brings her to the cloud, depositing his package on the fluffy mass. He sits next to shaking ball of fur and feathers, returning to his stony state.

"Th-thanks," Gilda finally said ending the continued silence.

Butterscotch remains silent looking at the incoming stars, "do you have a place to stay?"

Gilda was about to respond, but she shook her head, "no...I was going to crash with Dash...but I don't want to talk to her right now."

He turns his gaze staring into her yellow eyes a soft smile etched on his muzzle, "I have a guest room if you want."

Gilda narrows her eyes, "Why...why are being so nice to me?"

Butterscotch shrugs his shoulders, "do you really need reason for a warm bed."

"Coming from a guy," Gilda's wings twitched and her eyebrows furrowed "usually that means you just want me in the sack."

Silence ensued, but the was soon broken by the stallions roaring laughter.

"What's so funny!" Gilda said anger in her voice.

"Sorry," Butterscotch apologized wiping away a tear, "it's just that...I'm usually the one that gets...tricked."

He continues to laugh nearly falling off the cloud if not for a yellow hand grabbing hold of him.

"Get ahold of yourself!" Gilda screamed, holding onto him for dear life.

"So-sorry..." Butterscotch coughed ending his fit of laughter.

As he composed himself, he takes a better look at his companion. The moonlight played over her form, her skin tight shirt showing off her lean form and apple sized breast. The torn sleeves adding a slight ferocity, showing off her lean and supple arms. The dark blue shorts-shorts hugging the muscled cat legs, and the chiseled rump.

"You can stop staring now," Gilda said, glaring at the ogling pony.

"Sorry," Butterscotch responded, rubbing the bottom of his chin, "I finally understand why you'd think that."

"What do you mean?" Gilda said venom dripping from her voice.

"It's simple," Butterscotch stares into her golden orbs, a shiver runs through the griffin, "your beautiful."

Gilda looks away with a blush forming, "Wha-what are you talking about?"

"Like I said," Butterscotch stood , stretching his weary muscles, "your beautiful."

Gilda's brow furrows turning towards the pony, "how would know that...your a pony!"

Her shriek caused the ponies ear to splay, he looks towards her a smile on his face, "it's simple..."

He leans in closer till his muzzle almost touches her beak, "I'm a guy."

He kisses the tip of her beak, and kicks off the cloud, flapping into the air. Butterscotch laughed at the reddening griffin. His maniacal laughter angering the she beast. She jumps into the air, flying after the agile pony.

"Come back here," she screamed reaching for the pony only to have missed as he dove and weaved from her grasp.

They fly in the night sky, their bodies cutting dark lines against the moon pearl white canvas. Butterscotch continued to laugh and egg on the griffin, dodging at the very last second just to have her curse in frustration.

Reaching the edges of his home, he slows down enough to let her catch up. She tackles him in the air yelling, "Gotcha!"

"That you do," Butterscotch smiles, closing his wings.

"Woah!" Gilda screams, as she struggles to keep afloat, "How can you weigh so much?!"

Butterscotch continues to laugh, Gilda turned red from the task of keeping them afloat.

"You can stop now," Butterscotch said, as his hooves found purchase on the ground.

Gilda plops to the ground exhausted from the sudden chase and trying to keep the yellow devil from plummeting to the ground. Sweat covered her very being, her once black shirt sagged and clung tighter to her frame.

"I'm all sweaty now," Gilda complained, looking herself over and glaring at her aggressor, "you owe me asshole!"

Butterscotch rolls his eyes, motioning her to follow him, "come on...you can my shower."

"Yeah...and you think I'll just walk around naked till my cloths dry," Gilda shot back.

The stallion shakes his head, "I have some spare cloths that will fit you."

He lends a hand to the downed griffin, she looks at the hand and the pony, with very little options left she grabs hold. Butterscotch pulls her up, a grin spreading across his muzzle, he leans in whispering, "shame...I was looking forward to seeing that gorgeous body of yours."

A blush crosses the griffin, and her fist jabs the stallions shoulder. Butterscotch quickly backs away running and laughing to the warm confines of his home, followed by a red-faced griffin.

"Wow," Gilda said, leaving the steamy bathroom, "that's a huge shower."

"Thanks!" Butterscotch called from the kitchen, plates clanking on the wooden table.

Gilda enters the kitchen, a shirt hugging her braless body, barely covering her midriff. Baggy grey sweatpants cover her otherwise panty less crotch. She stares at the plethora of food steaming on the table.

"Whoah," She gasped seeing the banquet, "is this for both of us?"

"Yup," Butterscotch said, taking a seat.

Gilda sits across from the pony looking at her filled plate and the other various foods, "There's noway I could eat this all."

Butterscotch looks at the griffin to the food, and shrugs, "More for me then."

He starts to consume his meal like a proper gentleman. Gilda looks on as he finishes his plate moving for more, but pausing to look at the griffin, "is their something wrong?"

Gilda shakes her head responding, "N-no...not at all."

She takes a tentative bite from her meal, her eyes shrinking as she dug into it. Butterscotch smiles and continues to fill his famished stomach.

"No wonder why your so heavy," Gilda looks at the cleaned pans and plates. Her skin shrinking from the soapy residue, "you ate nearly three ponies worth of food."

"Says the griffin that tried to match me," Butterscotch teased as he dried off the washed plates.

Gilda jabs his shoulder, "I had like two...and a half."

"What was that," Butterscotch leans, to hear the repeated verse, but only received a playful shove.

"You heard me," a embarrassed griffin huffed, at the smiling pony. His continued smile made the corners of her beak rise. Soon she matched the pony's crazed grin.

"Well, dishes are done," Butterscotch stated, piling them in the pantry, "I'll go get your bed ready...why don't you relax on the couch for a bit."

"Sure," Gilda said, following the pony to the living room. She sits on the couch watching the butter yellow pony walk up the stairs.

"Gilda..."Butterscotch stops, spotting the drooling griffin. He shakes his head at the adorable mass of feather and fuzz sleeping on his couch. Walking up to the sleeping griffin he bridal carries her up to her room.

Using his wings he parted the sheets placing her into the soft confines of the bed.

"Good night," he whispers, wrapping her with the blanket. Butterscotch closes the door and heads to the bathroom for a much needed shower.

Chapter 5

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 5

"Good morning!" Gilda yawned, walking into the bustling kitchen.

"Morning yourself gorgeous," Butterscotch responded, as the griffin rolled her eyes with a blush. Butterscotch heads to the table with breakfast in hand, animals gathering around his hooves.

Gilda stares at the hearty platter licking her beak, "that looks amazing."

Butterscotch chuckles handing her the bottle of syrup. The two ate the golden brown pancakes, letting the scurrying of animals become a backdrop to their meal.

"So...any plans for the day," Butterscotch asked in between bites.

Gilda looks at the pile of pancakes brows furrowed in thought, "I do have to get my bag from Dash's place."

Butterscotch stares at the apprehensive griffin saying, "i can go with you if you want."

Gilda blinks in surprise, "you...you sure?"

"It's not that big of a deal," he said, slicing his pancake to bite size pieces, "though..."

"Though...what?" Gilda looked on with a raised eyebrow.

"You...kinda have to promise me something," Butterscotch sheepishly looks away.

"And that is?" She twirls her talon in for more confirmation.

"You kinda need to...not mention what we did last night," Butterscotch said, but quickly added from the angry look the griffin gave, "I don't want to get raped."

The animals stopped to look at the pair, a white bunny shaking his head.

"What," Gilda blinked in confusion, "What do you mean you don't want to get raped?"

"You heard me," Butterscotch said, playing with his food, "I like sex and all...but these mares."

He points towards the town, "they don't know how to control themselves."

Gilda blinks, her brown eyelids covering her golden orbs, "what?"

"Like I said," he takes a sip of his drink and adds, "they're not easy to deal with...when you got group having p.h.s at the same time."

"They can't be that bad," Gilda said, but his glare sent shivers down her spine.

"I don't think you quite understand," he looks at the soggy piece of dough. The syrup thoroughly coating the slice of pancake, "the ratio here is almost ten to one."

"No...way," Gilda gasped, "how...why...there's just no way."

"That's what I said when I moved here," Butterscotch said, finishing the last bit of pancake.

"Your kidding...right?" Gilda asked.

"Fraid not," Butterscotch stands taking the plates to the sink, "almost shat myself when I found out."

Butterscotch started to chuckle but returned to a serious demeanor , "But seriously...please keep what happened yesterday a secret."

"Again...why?" Gilda questioned watching him wash the dishes.

"It's simple," Butterscotch began, "they think I'm a boring pony that only hangs out with animals,"

"That's it," the griffin asked looking at the many playful creatures.

"No...they also think I'm gay," Butterscotch said smiling, as the griffin choked on her juice.

"No way," she coughed, "how'd you even you do that?"

"That's simple," Butterscotch turns around facing his guest, "don't sleep with them."

She blinks in confusion, "that's it?"

"That...and spread a little rumor hear and there," Butterscotch said, drying the dish, "works wonders with small towns."

"Your kidding...I mean," Gilda stares at her plate, "why bother hiding it?"

Butterscotch blinks staring at the griffin, "well...I don't know how say this without sounding like an ass."

Gilda looks at the pony, his hand scratching the back of his head. He looks at the ceiling, "but honestly...it's peaceful here...and the last thing I need is a bunch of mares hitting their period and trying to have their way with me."

"And before you ask," He said looking at the growing confusion of feathers, "I'm one of the top stallions in town."

Gilda tilts her head but returns his statement with one of her own, "cocky much."

"What?" Butterscotch asked confused from her statement.

"You heard me," Gilda places her utensils on the empty plate, "I mean...why try to hide that your a fun dude."

Gilda stood up heading towards the sink, "it's not like it's going to kill you...and you get to have sex with mares..."

"Five," Butterscotch cut in as Gilda looked on in confusion. "We had five cases of crushed pelvises last week."

Gilda nearly drops her plate flabbergasted at the facts, "What!"

Butterscotch nods, "Each year we have stallions getting raped by a gang of mares all hitting their period...at the same time and left limping to the hospital."

"Bu-but...how do you even," Gilda pauses thinking of a proper question, "if that's the case...what does this have to do with you being...gay."

Butterscotch smiles, "It's simple...with very few stallions these mares would never know how to deal with a colt cuddlier."

Butterscotch moves to the side letting her wash the plate as he continued, "at first I thought it wouldn't work...but when one of them cornered me...let's just say...after an hour she gave up trying to get me hard."

Gilda blinks in astonishment, as the stallion sighed, "Even gave me a tail job."

"What happened afterwards," She asked, rinsing the soapy dish.

"Oh...she was devastated and on the verge of tears," Butterscotch said, twiddling his thumbs, "then I...I told her I was gay."

"You didn't," Gilda stood wide eyed, and slack beaked.

"Fraid so...it was either that or have her break out in tears from the humiliation," Butterscotch stares into her eyes, "It wasn't what she expected...but at least it stopped others from trying to do the same."

"Wow," Gilda said piling the cleaned dishes, "so...what about the mares at the party?"

The pony shrugs his shoulders, "they like to tease me...it's annoying but compared to what they did to Turner...it's the least of my concerns."

The two sat down staring at the clock and various animals.

"So," Gilda began, "What now?"

"Well...I already finished my chores," Butterscotch taps the table in thought, "and Dash doesn't get up for another hour."

"Your kidding," Gilda said blinking at the new information, "she still sleeps in?"

"Yup," he responded tapping the table harder, "had to get her out of bed a few times to clear the skies."

Gilda shakes her head in aggravation, "how did she become the captain for the weather team?"

"She was the only candidate," Butterscotch sighed, looking at the window, "she thought it would be a cinch...but forgot the amount of paper work she has to do."

The griffin started to chuckle, "Brash Dash strikes again."

"Brash Dash," Butterscotch said, raising an eyebrow at the griffin. "Do I even want to know how she earned that?"

"It's a really long story," Gilda said, looking out the window at the blue skies.

"We have time...she's off today."

The griffin smirks, regaling the tale of when she was a kid and friends with the prismatic mare.

Knocking on the door, the two stood on the pegasus's cloud home. Butterscotch increases the tempo of his fist meeting the door.

"I can just sneak in through the window," Gilda mumbled, watching the pony carve his fist on the door.

"I'd advise against doing that," The stallion mumbled, pausing from his assault, "the windows are to small for anyone to fit through...and the dense clouds have enchantments making them like a brick wall."

Gilda whistles in surprise, "no wonder why she leaves them open...you'd have to ram them at full speed."

"Yup...didn't help when she loses her keys and tries to get in by bucking a wall."

"Your kidding...doesn't it cost money to enchant these," Gilda points at the pillars and rainbow flowing waterfalls.

"It does...but I believe you already know who her father is," Butterscotch said, his fist turning red.

"With that mane...you'd have to be an idiot not to," Gilda replied, leaning against the pillar of rock hard cloud.

"I give up," The stallion raises his hands in frustration.

"Want me to try," Gilda asked cracking her talons.

"No...I got this," Butterscotch moves his wings to the door. The very tips shoved into the lock, with a slight turn a click was heard.

Gilda stood slack beaked, following after the pony, "How'd you do that?"

"Old trick I learned from a friend," Butterscotch looks around the pristine home, "now...where's your bag?"

"Should be upstairs...still can't believe she has stairs," Gilda said looking at the staircase.

The pony flies to the top, looking back at the griffin, "Coming?"

Gilda spreads her wings following after the pony. They go down the darkened halls, their paws and hooves absorbed by the enchanted carpet.

"Still can't believe she bought this," Gilda spreads her toes on the soft carpet, "it's like velvet."

"Well don't get to comfortable," Butterscotch whispered, hearing sounds coming from down the hall, "we better hurry...really don't want to deal with a pissed off Rainbow."

Gilda nods, squeezing her toes one last time on the carpet. They find the guest room and her bag still intact. Grabbing the lumpy sack they quickly made their way out.

As they fly towards the stallions home Gilda asked the question nagging at her, "How exactly do you know how to do this stuff?"

"What do you mean?"

They land on a cloud resting from the sudden misdemeanor. Gilda turns to face the butter yellow pony, "so talk...how do you know this stuff...like lock picking a door with your feathers."

Butterscotch lays on the cloud, mulling it over. Staring at the griffin, "let's just say...I never had choice but to do so."

Gilda stares at the sadden stallion, she nods in acceptance not wanting to further bother him.

The two sat on the soft wet mass, letting the breeze blow them across the sky.

Butterscotch sits up, cracking his stiff neck, "let's head back...I'm getting hungry."

Gilda smirks at the pony, "didn't we just eat...like two hours ago."

"Yeah...but it's brunch," Butterscotch stood up, spreading his wings, "coming."

"Like I have any where else to go." Gilda replied following the fleeting pony.

Butterscotch wonders the market stalls Gilda wondering behind him.

"Um...Ms.Gilda are you...um sure...helping me is okay," Butterscotch said, his meek and shy act having him cower next to the griffin.

"It's fine," Gilda said trying to hold back her laughter at his sudden change. "you are letting me stay with you."

"Oh...okay," Butterscotch mumbles, as Gilda was ready keel over with laughter.

The two make their way around the market picking up food for themselves and animals. Gilda trying hardest from ruining his guise.

The two head to the local bakery, a certain pink mare eyeballing their approach.

"You sure," Butterscotch whispered, the mask on.

"As long as I don't get mouth bombed...then I'll be good," Gilda responded, keeping her gaze at the fast talking mare and line of ponies.

"I hope so..." Butterscotch mumbled, heading towards the counter he was greeted with a pink frosting maned mare, "good afternoon Mrs. Cake."

"Good to see out and about dear," Mrs. Cake said, keeping her sales persona on, "whose your friend?"

"Oh...her names Gi..."

A pink blur ends his statement as a pink blur wraps the stallion and griffin into a bone crushing hug yelling, "I'm so glad your okay I thought that when ran off that after those pranks you'd be angry and never comeback!"

Butterscotch relaxes his body against the strength of the mare, but the griffin was unlucky and struggled against the unbearable force.

"Um...Pinky dear," Mrs Cake cut in from the pink mare's sudden assault of word.

Pinky turns her head towards the blue mare, a wide smile spread across her face, "Yes!"

"I think you should let then go," Mrs. Cake said looking at the red faced griffin.

Pinky nods her head, rubbing in between the stallion chest and griffins breast, "Okie dokie Lokie."

Gilda gasped for breath as soon as the pink mare let go. She leans on the stallions shoulder for support.

"You okay Gilda," Butterscotch asked, helping her up.

"I'll be okay...I think," She said, winching as she rubbed her ribs.

"Whoopsie," Pinky said quickly vanishing and reappearing with a cupcake in hand, "here...an apology cupcake."

Gilda apprehensively looks at the baked pastry, even poking it with her yellow talon. Pinkie giggles saying, "don't worry...it's not spicy!"

The griffin grabs hold, taking a tentative bite of the pastry. A smile forms on her beak, as she pops the cupcake into her mouth.

"Mhmm," she was lost in a dreamy haze of pure sugary bliss.

Butterscotch giggles, turning towards the owner of the store, "can I have some cupcakes and doughnuts to go."

"Sure thing," Mrs. Cake said moving towards the display and retrieving the sweets. Goods exchanged with bits, Butterscotch leads the dreamy griffin out the door, with a promise to hang out with the pink maned menace.

"This is amazing," Gilda said, drool escaping as she munched on another cupcake.

Butterscotch chuckles, the two stroll down the road towards the cottage. The sun was it's peak, Gilda's munching mixing with the flow of the stream and whistling of the wind.

"Hm...what's that?" Butterscotch said, his ears directing towards the sound of rushing air.

"Hmm?" Gilda follows his gaze to a rainbow coming towards them.

"Giiillldaaa!!" The rainbow screamed as the sound of air splitting heading their way.

"Move!" Butterscotch yelled, running towards a ditch with basket pack in tow. The griffin nods and follows, crushing the sugary treats against her chest.

They take cover in the muddy crevice, only to watch a rainbow spectrum fly over their heads and the sound of an impact proceeded to shake the very ground. The two look up from their safe haven their clothes muddy.

They spot a crater just a few feet away, a cyan mare's rump sticking out from the pile. Butterscotch leaves the safe confines to check on the mare, while the griffin munched on the frosting less cupcakes.

"Um...you okay Dash." Butterscotch meekly said, walking to inspect the pony.

"Yeah..." Dash groaned, blinking away the flying rainbow rockets.

Butterscotch helps the sky blue mare, letting her lean against him. He inspects the mare for any further injury, finding none he reprimanded her, "what were you thinking."

"Wha..." Dash answered, looking dazed from his question. The stallion shakes his head, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"C'mon...let's get you to my place," he turns to the griffin, "can you hold on to the other side."

Gilda nods, a little hesitant but nonetheless helps the stallion with the downed mare. The party of three make their way towards the cottage of playful animals.

"So...care to explain," Butterscotch said, wrapping the mare's arm with an odd mixture of herbs and wrappings.

"I was just trying to talk to Gilda," Rainbow Dash grumbled, only to winch in pain from the sudden pressure of a bandage wrapped around the swelling arm. "Ouch!"

Butterscotch holds back a grin, continuing to observe the mare, "Looks like you'll be fine...just try not to overexert that arm of yours."

He turns to place back the med kit, but ever worried of the awkward silence between the griffin and mare.

"Soo," Dash began, only to watch the griffin munch on the last cupcake. "Look Gilda I..."

She stops seeing the griffins hand in her face. Gilda glares at the pony swallowing the last bits of the the sugary treat, "I forgive you Dash."

Rainbow's smiling face was shattered by what came next, "But...that doesn't mean we're cool anymore."

She crosses her, as the mare's face fell to utter disbelief. The mare stutters a response, "B-but what about us being friends!"

Butterscotch had to cover his ears from her sudden out burst. Gilda however was unfazed, "look...I told you already that I needed a place to...relax."

Gilda avoided staring at the stallion and continued, "you kinda broke it when you pulled that shit yesterday."

"But I'm really sorry," Dash said, at the verge of tears.

"I know you are...but I just need some space...okay." Gilda said, trying to keep a straight face in front of the saddened mare.

"I-I get ya," Dash sniffed, standing up from the table, "bu-but if wanna hang...you know where to find me."

She exits out through the back door tears slowly forming under her magenta eyes.

Butterscotch put's a hand on the griffins shoulder, "for what it's worth...thanks for giving her another chance."

"I never said that," Gilda turned to the pony, shock in her voice.

Butterscotch smiled turning away from the griffin, "you didn't have to."

The stallion went to help the animals as the griffin stared at the table, only to spot the opened box of doughnuts. She reaches for a piece, her eyes widen from the flavors coursing through her mouth. She smiles eating away at the yummy treats.

Chapter 6

Princess Butterscotch

chapter 6

"You sure you can handle it," Butterscotch asked, pack in hand.

"Definitely," Gilda responded, holding onto a bundle of baby otters.

"Alright then," Butterscotch nods, squatting down to face the white bunny, "now remember...she's in charge while I'm gone...and don't give her a hard time."

The bunny gives him an okay sign joining the mass of playing animals. The pony smiles, turning towards the griffin, "Are you sure it's no trouble looking after them."

"Look I got this," Gilda said, putting the animals into the water, "besides...I still owe you for what you did."

Her cheeks blushed as she tried to look away. Butterscotch rolls his eyes, walking up to the griffin. He pulls her into a hug nuzzling the side of her neck whispering, "remember...all you have to do is ask."

He lets go of the reddening mass of feathers, and takes flight into the morning sky leaving behind a pack of animals and blushing griffin.

A few days ago:

It had been a couple days since the griffin moved in, and the little cottage has grown used to the predator's presence. Butterscotch finishes his morning chores, hugging and playing with the younger animals. His ears swivels to the rising sounds coming from upstairs.

Groans echoed from the griffins room, making the pony worry. Heading upstairs, he stops in front of the oaken doors, the moans increasing as he neared the door.

"Gilda..." Butterscotch said, knocking on the door, "Gilda are you all ri..."

The door shot open, a blood shot griffin staring at the the butter yellow stallion. She grabs hold of the pony, nuzzling and sniffing the dumbfounded stallion.

"Gilda what's going on," Butterscotch asked, smelling an odd odor in the air. His eyes grew wide remembering the scent of a heated female.

Gilda stops her assault as realization set in, she lets go of the stallion backing away and yelling, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Butterscotch sighs moving closer to the shaking ball of fur and feathers. She cowers in fear from his tentative touch, he whispers into her ear, "shh...it's alright!"

He drapes his wings around her into a tight hug. She leans into the embrace, tears running down her eyes she whispers against the embrace, "why are you so nice?"

Butterscotch raises her head staring into her golden orbs. He nuzzles just below the beak where fur turns to feather. He slowly moves to the side pressing harder against her feathery neck.

Gilda's blush grew a deeper shade, she stutters a response against the stallions provocative action, "H-how do y-you know..."

He lays a finger on her beak silencing her stuttering. He stares into her eyes, she shudders under from his gaze. Leaning closer he whispers into her ear, "I had plenty of griffin friends."

He rubs the base of her wings and nuzzling just below the ear. Gilda pants under his touch as he continues, "I know how bad you girls get."

His hand moves under her tank top, cupping her bra less form. Squeezing her teat, she lets out a moan. He smiles at her sudden spasm, "All you have to do is ask."

"Bu-but," Gilda pants, her eyes dazed, "I thought you didn't like..."

She trails off as his other hand trails down, unbuttoning her shorts. His hand rubs against her button, he coos into her ear while nuzzling against her neck, "I don't like getting raped...but if you ask...then that's a different story."

"T-then," Gilda pants, starring into his teal orbs, "then...can we?"

Butterscotch nods, stopping his seductive assault. He lets go of the panting griffin standing up and turning towards the door. Gilda looks on as the pony closes the door and shuts the blinds.

He turns towards the griffin, giving her a show she will never forget. Slowly he removes his sweater giving her full view of his chiseled chest. She looks on in shock at the lean pony as he moves towards her.

He grabs hold of the griffin, carrying her towards the bed. Gilda wraps her arm around his neck. Gently placing the griffin on the bed, he slowly removes the damp denim. A thin piece of cloth is revealed, failing to cover her pink slit.

He plays with her erected knob, while his other hand raises the black cloth covering her frame. It hangs above her bust, separating the white feathers from the brown coat. He squeezes her teat, as she drools from the sudden sensation.

Slowly removing the damp thong, revealed her moist slit. He unbuttons his pants, letting it fall to the ground reveling his bulging green briefs. Gilda blushes at the site, she reaches to stop his hand and looks into his questioning eyes.

"Let me," She said, lowering the cotton cloth reveling his erected member. She wraps her talons around his girth, drawing circles around the tip. She looks up with pleading eyes, "C-can I um..."

She lets go, looking away, "Never mind."

Butterscotch smiles understanding the griffins dilemma, he places his hand under her jaw. Gently raising her head he stares into her eyes and smiles, "I don't mind."

His free hand grabs on to her's placing it around his girth. The griffin smiles, "your an odd guy...you know that."

Butterscotch remains silent smiling as the griffin opens her beak. She made wet circles around his tip, slowly swallowing his member. She bobs her head, letting her throat muscles massage his length.

The warm rhythmic movement sent a wave of pleasure through the stallion. He groans from the moist vibration and the danger of the moment.

"Mhmm," the stallion groans, he stares into her golden orbs, "I'm about to...Mhm...cum."

Gilda pauses, giving the stallion her best puppy dog eyes. He was about to pull out but pauses from the griffin's hands clasping his rear.

"Y-you sure," Butterscotch said fighting the rising pressure in his shaft. Gilda gives a slight nod, almost cutting into his flesh, "suite yourself."

He lets lose, his sticky seed causing the griffin to choke. She slowly lets go, letting his member drag against her tongue. Butterscotch breathes heavily, his cheeks flushed, he stares back at the happy griffin.

"Your...amazing," He said, kneeling down he stares into her eyes as he swallows, "my turn."

He cups her bosom while the other reaches further down. His mouth finds purchase on the other teat. He suckles as his hand squeezed and pulled, she moans just fro his touch.

The stallion's hand grew wet, as his fingers glided across her slit. The pony stops his assault and stares into her eyes, a smile dons his muzzle. His standing member firm he rubs against her, eliciting pants from the griffin.

Nuzzling the side of her neck he whispers, "you ready."

Gilda nods, shivering as she stares into his eyes. Butterscotch enters, the griffin squeezing his shaft. The stallion stops, letting her relax the hold on his member. He pets the back of her head and nuzzling the side of her beak.

She relaxes from his touch and he continues. He builds a rhythm, making the griffin's moans a hire decible.

Animals pause hearing the loud moans of the griffin and slapping flesh. A white bunny shakes his head motioning for the young ones to play outside.

Butterscotch pulls the griffin into a hug lifting her into the air. His hands wrapped around her muscled rump.

Gilda wraps her arms around his shoulders, his face squeezed between her perky bust. Butterscotch's wings extend, balancing and increasing the tempo of slapping flesh.

Gilda lets loose, spraying his crotch with warm liquid. The stallion slows down, gently laying the griffin on the soft bed. He licks her teat, as his hands hold her wings against the soft fresh sheets.

He continues, each thrust piercing deeper and harder into her very core. She moans against the assault, her beak wide open.

Butterscotch leaves her teat, opening his maw to the limit. He clamps on to the griffins open jaw, her eyes shrank as his tongue wrestled hers.

Gilda wraps her arms around him, her beak pressing against the edges of his jaw. The stallion slams harder, her talons digging into his flesh.

She breaks the kiss as he releases his load. Her talons piercing his flesh, and he in turn squeezing her soft feathery wings.

He plops down on her chest, gasping, "That...was fun."

Gilda smiles, panting, "wanna...wanna do it again."

Butterscotch kisses each fleshy mound, "Definitely."

Present:

Butterscotch wonders the streets of Canterlot, the evening sun cresting over the horizon. His light pink mane hidden by his blackened hat.

"Let's see," Butterscotch mumbles, looking at the gathering crowd of ponies, "Five has crowds in the market district...and at six the restaurants pile up."

He writes down the information, sipping his tea and eating the last of his fries. Guards patrol the streets as groups of ponies formed in the ever prominent city.

"Those...seem like trouble," he mumbles at the little group of mares and stallions drinking in the twilight hour. Their clothes indicating their rebellion against society, "must be some nobles kid."

He looks at the pony buying drinks with mares draped on his shoulders. Leaving a tip on the table, he stands and leaves the tiny cafe.

Traversing the dark alleys, his black coat blending with the shadows. He looks around at the various shops, their signs hidden from normal view. He walks to a door opening it, to be greeted by a darkened corridor.

He smiles seeing the barred window and unicorn. Walking up to the barred gate he greets the pony at the counter, "Hello."

"Your in the wrong place," the mare growled, "you better get your ass out of here before I turn you to ash."

Butterscotch smirks, "Come now Meadow...is that how you treat a paying customer."

Butterscotch removes his hat, as the mares eyes widen. She presses a button and an entrance emerges. Meadow moves around the counter to stand next to the stallion.

She scans the pony in front of her, "S-Scotch?"

"Yup," Butterscotch responded from her pat down.

She smiles balling her hand into a fist, punching the pony in the shoulder, "Ass...you could have wrote!"

"Sorry bout that Meadow," Butterscotch chuckles, rubbing his arm , "been busy since the move."

The mare shakes her head motioning for him to follow, "So what'll it be?"

The stallion enters the room, various restraints adorned the walls with gags in magic sealed bags and a plethora of dildos greeted his view. He stops just a few feet commenting, "that's new."

"Sure is," Meadow replied, "been popular with the newbies...can hardly keep them in the shelves."

Butterscotch nods observing the strap on, an odd liquid sac with tubes leading to the plastic cock, "how...ah I see."

Butterscotch points to a button, Meadow nods her head adding, "Just press that and she'll be feeling it till morning."

The stallion whistles, continuing with his shopping. He grabs a few restraints and ring.

"That's it?" Meadow asked, bagging the very few items.

"Yup," Butterscotch smiles, handing her the bits.

The mare shakes her head, "Still don't know how you can get them screaming with just that."

"Well...you could always schedule an appointment," Butterscotch replied, moving towards the door.

"Please," Meadow said, following the pony, "like I have the money to hire you."

"I could always give you a discount," Butterscotch teased, causing the mare to roll her eyes and shove him out the door.

"Come back when your not working," She leans in closer, whispering, "I'll show you some new tricks I picked up."

Butterscotch smirks, "I look forward to it."

He watches as the mare turns, her bubbly bottom jiggles at every step. Shaking his head he walks out the door, heading towards the hotel.

Butterscotch looks out at the gleaming city, it's citizens enjoying it's finer fair. He looks over his list checking off various entries, and plotting his course on a map.

"There's a party for the elite...but that might be risk," he said aloud, sipping from his can of apple soda. He flips through some flyers a restaurant pops up from the pile, "this will do."

He adds it to his route, finally having a place to go by. He smiles at his plan and various routes, looking at the various tools on the table, he fits each one in his suite for tomorrow's venture.

The lights turn off in the single bedded room as soft snores echoed through it's walls.

The stallion looks himself over, the magic pendent changing his coat and mane. His once yellow coat replaced with a dark gold, and his light pink mane a deep crimson. The vibrant teal orbs remained the same, the pendents power having no affect.

Taking a comb he styles his mane into one of sophistication, clean with no split ends. He takes one last look in the mirror, his suite showed no wrinkles and equipment stayed hidden in the various pockets.

He takes one last deep breath, closing his eyes to envision the night to come. Opening them his eyes revealed a hardened stallion, with clear and utter determination, a soldier ready for the battlefield.

The door opens and out steps a pony ready for war

Butterscotch arrives at one of the many social gatherings, one of many in this city where deities live. The crowd showed many a pony from the nobility to the economic powerhouses that drive this very city.

Even though it was well guarded from the common rabble, one look from the guards into his hardened eyes met with little resistance. Thus he walks in tall, proud, and with determination screaming 'don't fuck with me'.

He wonders around the many social cliques in hopes of finding his quarry, many of the ponies dwarfed the stallion, but his presence spoke greater than their pockets could ever muster.

Something about this pony's presence disturbed their very psyche, as if a spell was casted on them. Thus they ignored the pony in fear they may loose themselves to his presence.

He spots a mare leaning agains a tree, her light pink mane so lush, and magnificent. Her ample breast threatening to break from the skin tight dress hugging her hourglass frame.

Butterscotch circumvents the tree until he stands next to the magnificent white unicorn. Standing side, she was clearly clearly taller than the pegasus but that did nothing to diminish his dominance over the mare.

Extending his just a fraction as not to be seen by the crowd, he gropes her firm, but delicate rump. She turns to the pony, glaring at the offensive stallion.

Her mouth formed words only to be silence by his harsh whisper, "Did I say you could look at me."

Her eyes shrank returning her gaze back to the crowd, she stutters a response, "N-no master."

"What did I say about speaking...pet," Butterscotch warned, his dangerously low tone sending shivers down the mare's spine.

"O-only speak when told to."

"Good...you remember," the stallion smiles, his wings grasping onto the bottom of her dress, "you know the punishment for disobeying."

"O-of course," she said blushing as he lifted her dress just so that her pant less rear was dangerously to being exposed.

"Glade you remembered...after so long," Butterscotch said, guiding the tips of his wings to play with the open crack. The mare shivers from the feathery touch, like tiny fingers teasing her most private parts.

"P-please...master," the mare whispered, looking around at the crowd, "n-not here."

A single stream of liquid trailed down her leg, Butterscotch ended his little exhibition before she had an orgasm. He reaches into his suite and pulls out a collar with an odd little tag and whispers to the shuddering mare, "Put this on...and meet me at the exit."

He hands her the collar making his way into the sea of ponies. The mare looks around heading towards a restroom to do her master's bidding.

The stallion traverses the maze of socialites, gossip about rumors to bring their rivals down or increase their pointless reputations.

He pauses at a group of ponies gathered around a tall unicorn. His blonde mane flowing to shoulders, he pristine example of what many stallions should be. To the once butter yellow stallion this perfectly white pony was just a show case for the illustrious nobility.

He continues on his way only to be stopped by a familiar voice, "Scotch?"

Butterscotch pauses turning slowly to a well dressed stallion. His blue mane combed over to the side with an odd style to it, he easily dwarfed the smaller pony, but his blue eyes glistened with merriment.

"Scotch...it is you," He said moving closer to the disguised stallion, his blue eyes twinkling in the magic induced light, "it's been such a long time."

Butterscotch raises an eyebrow, wondering who this unicorn was until he spots the cuff links. A smile forms on his muzzle, "Fancy Pants."

The stallion nods walking closer to the stallion, "It's good to see you Scotch."

Butterscotch meets the pony's out stretched hand, and they shook, "Same Fancy...but how did you know it was me?"

His question was soon answered as Fancy pointed to his monocle. Butterscotch smirks knowing that particular item, "can't believe you keep that old thing."

Fancy chuckles at the ponies indigent response, "When you travel the world...it's good to have a way to see through illusions."

Butterscotch shakes his head, "true...so what are you doing in this neck of the woods?"

"Oh...why hosting it of course," Fancy said with a bit of an air about him, "I was planning this little party for a few weeks now...though I do wish more of the locals would join us."

Fancy looks at the various crowds of aristocrats, a sad air radiates from the pony. Butterscotch pats his shoulder, "maybe you should try a festival next time."

Fancy raises an eyebrow as Butterscotch continues, "you know...maybe have it where everyone can get in...instead of just them."

He points at the well dressed ponies, "this may be an understatement but...this may be more boring than the parties at Prance."

"I may have to agree with you old friend," Fancy sighed, looking at the ponies taking quick glances of him and Butterscotch, "at least they danced to the music instead of trying to gain favors."

The groups of ponies glared at one another through happy smiles, but each wanting to grace the presence of the stallion next to Butterscotch.

Butterscotch looks at the hungry crowd, not wanting to be caught between rivaling groups, "Look Fancy...I'm on the clock..."

"Oh, I know," Fancy cut in, leaning in close, "I've seen what you did with miss Fleur...and please...try to go easy on her."

Fancy backs up, a smile on his muzzle, "After all...she does have work tomorrow."

Fancy Pants leaves the dumbfounded stallion to greet a group of crowding ponies. Butterscotch starts to smile shaking his head, "you never change old buddy."

He turns around returning to his previous demeanor. The ponies trying to come close to the stallion, his eyes forcing them from approaching.

Butterscotch heads to the gate, towards his client.

The stallion holds on to the coin like tag, a near invisible string leads to the black collar. Butterscotch tugs on the string, causing the mare to stumble showing off a dangerously short dress.

"Come now Fleur," Butterscotch said, leading the mare through the crowd, "were almost to the restaurant."

His wings brushed against her leg, she blushes in return as stallions and mares stare at the pair.

"Reservations," a stallion asked, as the two neared the restaurant.

"Scotch...Party of two," Butterscotch said, as the stallion checked the list. He wraps his arm around the mare's waist. She blushes from his touch, feeling his powerful arm.

"Ah yes...Mr.Scotch," the stallion said, grabbing two menus, "this way please."

The two follow behind the pony, Butterscotch lifting her dress as his wings fanned her crotch. She continues to look forward biting her lip, wary of the ponies staring their way.

What they failed to notice, was two Alicorns entering through the doors.

"Calm down Fleur," Butterscotch said, sipping his wine, "There just the Princesses."

The two were lead to the rear of the restaurant, a cozy dark corner away from the growing crowd. As they took their seats the two Alicorn sisters take the empty table just behind them.

"Y-you don't have to stare at them," Fluer whispered her face redding from what was happening below. "U-um are you sure..."

Butterscotch glares into her eyes, causing her to shiver as her crotch grew wet, "I thought I told you my dear...only answer when spoken to."

His confidence did nothing for the scared mare. Butterscotch sighs, putting a hand over hers, "Calm down Fleur...nothing bad is going to happen as long as I'm here."

"A-are you sure," She stutters, looking between him and the rulers of the land.

"Trust me," He smiled, as she takes a deep breath, "Good...now spread your legs."

"Wait..what?"

"I said," Butterscotch's voice grew dark, "Spread your legs."

She gulps wondering what this pony planned.

"Now...Fleur," she looks into his hardened eyes, shivering at the fury her master has towards an incompetent pet. She slowly spreads her legs as the stallion smiles, his hoof clearly able to enter between her shapely legs, "Good...now keep it spread until you finish your meal."

She nods, returning to her meal not noticing the blushing pair of Alicorns.

The waiter comes by to give the sisters their meal. Butterscotch slowly lowering the table cloth as the midnight blue Alicorn takes a sip from her glass. A blush adorns her muzzle while her white counter part giggles at her sisters reaction.

"Madams," The waiter said, levitating plates of food onto their respective owners, "Your orders."

He bows, quickly leaving the two to their meal. The taller Alicorn looks toward her blushing sister, "Come now Luna...it's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Tia," Luna whispers looking at the couple across them, "she's showing her marehood in front of use."

"Oh come now dear sister," She giggles, looking at the odd couple, "you've seen mine plenty of times."

"That was when we were kids," Luna shot back, stabbing her fork into her salad. "It's...it's just odd seeing one...especially in public."

The white Alicorn giggled at her sisters predicament, as Fleur's face continue to redden from over hearing the two. Butterscotch acted like nothing happened and motioned for the waiter to arrive with their dessert.

The two Alicorns continue with their meal, taking quick looks at the two ponies in the corner of the restaurant. Many of the gawking patrons failing to notice the blushing unicorn sitting across from the demigods.

Paying their bill the pair stand, Butterscotch helping the mare from her shaken state. Fleur uses the smaller pony as a crutch, her legs almost paralyzed at what transpired.

Butterscotch ever the gentlemen, decided the mare had enough exposer for the night and called for a taxi to ferry them to the hotel, where the real work starts.

Though in their infinite wisdom the two near immortal sisters continue to watch the two. One with a twinkle in her eye and the other whose face threatened to catch fire. They watch as the stallion continued to grope her rump, lifting her dress just so that her rump showed from each step.

"That was interesting," The older sibling said, grinning at her sisters predicament, "aren't you glad we ate out today?"

Luna glares at the taller Alicorn, her teal eyes threatening to throw daggers at her, "I don't see what's so interesting...about a couple of perverts."

"Oh, your one to talk," her sister said, her grin turning to a smirk, "I do recall a certain blue mare...exposing her cleavage to gain a certain stallion's attention."

Luna's blush turned a deeper shade of red, eliciting a giggle from the older mare.

Butterscotch led the mare towards the room for the nights elation. His hand moves down to play with the engorged knob, eliciting a moan from the already shaken mare.

"Your quite horny today," He commented, opening the door to a single bed room, "I'll have to fix that."

He takes a quick look around, and seeing nobody in sight. Squeezing her folds around her knob, she collapses to the ground. Grabbing on to her collar, he pulls on the tag, a near invisible string follows behind it.

"Come," he orders pulling onto the leash, forcing the mare to walk on all fours. He leads her towards the room, slowly opening the door giving her enough time to stand only to have her leash jerked and fall to the ground.

The door opens and a trail of liquid follows suit.

"And here I thought I wasn't going to have any fun," The stallion smirked, the mare dove for his crotch the moment the door was locked.

She fumbles with his belt, but as she reached for his zipper a firm hand grasped around her delicate fingers. She stares up at the scowling stallion, whimpering under his gaze.

"Someones an impatient pony...we'll have to fix that." He steps back slowly removing his clothes, ordering the mare to do the same.

Laying his clothing on the couch his coat and mane back to their original preset. He leaves his underwear on, a prize for well behaved mare. Fleur kneels at in front of the bed, her near perfect figure bare for the stallion to see.

Butterscotch moves forward a ring in hand and blinders in the other. Fleur was ready to take the pony, only to be stopped by his outstretch hand.

"It seems like some trainings in order," he said, as the mare whimpers in anticipation. Butterscotch moves forward, and places the ring on her horn. The symbolism enough to form a puddle on the other wise pristine carpet. He puts the blinders on, giving her the ability to see but not see what was about to happen.

"Good," Butterscotch said testing the stability of the gear, "now turn around."

She complies facing the bed, her arms were quickly cuffed together forcing her cleavage to rise.

"You've been such a disobedient mare," the stallion said, his hands coming around to play. He squeezes hard, liquid trails down her leg, as she moans from his touch. Butterscotch smirks, letting go of her bosoms, "there you go again...cumming without permission."

He pushes the mare on the bed, her legs hanging off the side. He raises his hand, and slaps her toned rump. Fleur lets out a pained moan, Butterscotch eyes furrowed back handing the other cheek, "your such a bad mare."

He punctuated each word with a slap, to each cheek. Her cheeks turned red as a yellow liquid splattered against the side of the bed. A puddle forms under the mare as the stallion sighs, "Such a shameful mare."

He removes his briefs, his member standing tall in the dimly lit room, "You've been looking forward to this...haven't you."

He rubs against her slit, coating his himself for the entry. She lets out a moan feeling him closing in, she lets out another stream of liquid.

"You deserve a special treat...after all," He removes himself, moving himself higher, "you've been such a naughty mare."

He spreads her cheeks, he plunges into her rosebud coating her walls with her warm juices, She lets out pained scream, drool fell on the bed as he slams his weight into her rump.

The stallion slaps her ass, the force causing her walls to vibrate. It tightens around him and he too felt himself ready to erupt.

Her juices stained the once white sheets, and the stallion pollinates the delicate flower. She slumps on the bed unmoving, Butterscotch removes himself wiping his member with the sheets.

"Now lets get started," he pauses, watching the mare, her chest gently rising and falling.

Walking around the bed he spots the sleeping face of the drooling mare, "Great...she fainted."

Shaking his head he removes the restraints, gently placing her into the bed. He removes the collar, her coat and mane returning to their original colors.

He turns off the lights, snuggling against the mare and joining her in the land of dreams.

The sun crested over the horizon, Butterscotch watching the energized mare suckling on his member.

She stops, moving her marehood into position. The stallion watches from his restrained position, his hands cuffed on the frame of the bed.

Her yellow liquid squirts on his crotch, a crazed smile on her face. She lowers herself, slapping her toned rump on his crotch.

She moans and squirts, as Butterscotch grimaced, "Fleur...I'm about to cum...sweet Celestia!"

He unloads his dew into her her moist fields. She falls on his chest her ample bosom laying on his chiseled form.

"Great," Butterscotch mumbled, his arms growing tired, "she's out again"

He hums to himself watching the time go by. Her drool piled on his chest, as her morning breath tickling his neck.

An hour passes and the stallion stands under the shower. It's warm water washing the nights endeavors away.

The curtain slides open as the mare steps in, wrapping the pony in a huge, "sorry about...passing out on your chest."

"It's alright...Fleur," Butterscotch said, lathering soap on her body, "it's my fault for exposing you to the Princess."

The mare huffs, moving strands of hair away from his teal eyes, "Please...I've always trusted you Scotch...and seeing that I'm not in prison..."

She smirks meeting his lips, the taste of morning breath mixed with her fluids coursed through his tongue. He wraps his arms around her, leaning into the kiss.

They break the kiss, Fleur smiled pulling him into a hug. His face was squeezed between her ample breast. She whispers into his ear, "Best night ever."

The stallion's member rubbed against her legs. The mare looks down surprised, but turning into a smile.

The two clogged the drain, filling the tub with soapy water and other enticing liquids.

Chapter 7

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 7

Butterscotch skirts the sky over the small town. Many houses damaged from the recent Ursa Minor incident.

The town hall had ponies yelling and screaming about property damage and various misdemeanors. The stallion ignored all this, for none of it effected him the slightest.

Landing at his home, he spots the various animals eating away at their breakfast. Gilda, walking around with bowls in hand.

"Looks like you had everything in control," Butterscotch committed, watching his little friends scurry around her paws.

"I wish," Gilda said, Butterscotch notices the heavy bags around her eyes.

"You okay Gilda," the stallion asked moving closer to the distraught griffin.

Gilda leans against the wall, "if I knew an Ursa lived here...I'd have come."

"It's not so bad," Butterscotch pats her shoulder heading into the cottage, "From what I heard...it was only a minor."

Gilda grumbled something incoherent as she follows the pony into the kitchen.

"Anything new," The stallion asked, grabbing a glass of water, "besides the Minor incident."

Gilda plops her head on the table groaning, "well...Pinkie's back in town, and throwing a...and I quote 'We Survived an Ursa Attack Thanks to Twilight' party."

She rubs her head, groaning, "then dash crashed into those bird houses...had to try fixing them before the birds went all nanners."

The griffin starts to slam her head on the table, "couldn't even make one them...had angry birds screaming at me all day."

"Um...by chance," Butterscotch said, pointing to the basement door, "did you read the note I gave you?"

"Yes," Gilda shot back, glaring, "I couldn't even find it...had birds flying around me all day."

"I see...then why don't you get some rest," Butterscotch said, heading towards the basement door, "I'll fix up whatever Dash broke yesterday."

"Thanks," Gilda grumbled, falling asleep on the table.

The stallion heads down to the bowels of the house, his hand gripping on the rail. Reaching the Bottom he flips a switch, the sun crystals brightening the room.

"Let's see," He looks at the various boxes and chest, "Looks like she went through the decorations."

He moves them back in place heading further into the maze of boxes.

"There it is," He said finding the box labeled 'Bird House', opening the box he pilfered it's contents. Moving it back into it's place, he heads back upstairs.

"Ow!" He said, his hoof slamming into a downed package, "what's this."

Butterscotch places the bird houses to the side, picking up the box. He blows off the dust, examining the faded letters 'rose'. He opens the case, a red handled rapier greets his vision. It's basket hilt, etched with black vines.

A smile crested his muzzle, as he removes the blade from the old scabbard. It's silvery blue metal glinting in the dim morning light. He shakes his head returning the item into the pile of old memories.

He exits out the basement with houses in hand, spotting the sleeping griffin. The stallion places the houses onto the counter. He moves towards the griffin, carrying her to the her room.

The afternoon sun was long gone, as Gilda and Butterscotch head towards the candy themed store for the party. Mysterious invitations showed up on his table one addressed for each, inviting them to the festivities held at Sugercube Corner.

"Still," Gilda mumbled, looking at the odd red card, "how'd she sneak in."

"You don't want to know," Butterscotch said, remembering what his animal spies told him, "you'll stand a chance of staying sane if you do."

Gilda nods not knowing what he was going on about. She turns her attention towards the packed street, tables laden with food and drinks, had ponies crowding and talking around it.

"Um...Gilda," Butterscotch asked, his eyes staring at the floor, "do you...um...want to find the girls."

"Sure,' Gilda said, holding back her laughter, "Why don't we fly up and try spotting them."

Butterscotch nods, extending his wings and flying over the crowd. They circle the crowded street, only to land on the other end.

"Did you see any of them," Gilda asked, looking at the mass of multicolored ponies.

Butterscotch shakes his head, "Nope...want to hit the snack tables."

He points to a table not to far off, the crowd making a point to keep clear of the table. Gilda nods, following the pony.

They spot a grey mare hammering a mug of cider, and a unicorn mare patting her on the back.

"Hey!" Gilda said, walking up to the table, "These seats taken."

She points to two empty seats across the mares. The white unicorn shakes her head, "Go ahead."

She returns to her friend, Butterscotch and Gilda taking the two free seats. They each grab a slice of pie and start to eat. The grey mare, continued to sob on the table.

"Um...is she okay," Gilda asked, putting a piece of pie in her mouth.

The white unicorn stared at the griffin, her glasses hiding her conflicting emotions.

"Hic...who would be alright...hic...with having their house crushed," The grey mare stared up, her purple eyes hardly focusing on the two griffins. She plops her head back on the table.

"It's not that bad Octi," the white unicorn said, rubbing her black mane, "I mean...we are getting money to fix up our house."

"It's not the house...Vinyl," She shot back, turning her head to glare at the mare, "half our...my stuff is gone and the there's no hotel that would put us up for the night."

Her tears start to fall, and she wails into her arms. The white mare just pats her back, trying to give comfort for her friend.

"Um...I hate to um..." Butterscotch began.

"What!" Octi growled, staring at the pony.

"If you need a place to stay," Butterscotch, avoided eye contact with the mare, "Berry has some rooms for rent."

"Thanks," Vinyl said, turning her gaze towards the stallion, "But her place was damaged from the Ursa."

"I see," Butterscotch said, stabbing the pie repeatedly.

"Don't you know any ponies that will let you stay the night," Gilda asked, grabbing a slice of cake, "I mean there's got to be someone willing to lend you girls a room."

"You'd think so," Vinyl bit her lip, "But when you just moved here...well it's kinda hard to trust a couple of strangers."

Gilda nods in agreement, turning her gaze towards the stallion, "You know any other place they could stay?"

The stallion mulls it over, "Hmm...I'd suggest the Cakes...but Pinkie might be to much for you girls."

"Ouch," Gilda grimaced as the white mare raises an eyebrow.

"Other than that," Butterscotch thought it over, "Unless Berry opens up again...you girls might have to rough it or head to Canterlot."

"I'm not going back there!" Octi yelled slamming the table, then falling back on it.

The crowd took a quick look at the group seated at the table, then returned to the party.

"There. There Octavia," Vinyl cooed, petting her mane, "you don't have to go back if you don't want to."

Octavia sniffed, mumbling, "Thanks Vinyl."

Gilda elbows the pony, whispering, "Can't you help them."

Butterscotch thought it over and thinking of all the odd possibilities, he sighed. Turning to face the mares, "Look...if you girls need a place to stay...I have an extra room available."

He pauses letting his offer sink in, "if you girls don't mind animals...that is."

Octavia sits up looking to Vinyl, then plops on the table passing out from the cider. The Griffin blinks and reaches for the mug, sniffing it's contents.

She drew her head back, "What's in this?"

"Vodka mixed with cider," Vinyl sighed , checking her friend for damages. Seeing none she turns to the stallion, "I think we'll take your offer."

Butterscotch nods, pointing towards the drunken mare, "will she be alright."

The white mare shrugs, "Don't know...compared to yesterday...she's at least conscious."

"I see...so when do you what to head out," Butterscotch asked noticing the odd looks he got from the crowd.

"Unless one of you can help me with her...then I can levitate the rest of our stuff."

Gilda stands up, piggybacking the grey mare, "I'll take her...why don't you help her with their stuff."

"Um...sure," Butterscotch stands up, and looks to the white mare, "so where's your stuff at."

"Should still be at the house...or what's left of it." The mare heads towards the other side of town as Gilda takes the mare towards the stallion's cottage.

"So Vinyl," Butterscotch looks at the various equipment and turntable, "I don't know how to say this...but I don't have the room for this stuff."

"It's alright," Vinyl grinned, her magic flaring up, "I just need to get our cloths...this stuff'll be put in storage tomorrow."

"If you say so," Butterscotch grunted, with suit cases in each hand. He watches the mare levitate six cases.

She turns to the stallion, "Again...thanks for hosting us."

"It's no problem...but you might want to hold off on the thank's," The stallion said moving towards his home.

"Why's that?" Vinyl asked raising an eyebrow.

"I live near the Everfree," Butterscotch turns to see the mare nearly dropping the cases.

"Your kidding," Vinyl said, watching the stallion shake his head, "Well...buck."

"Sweet Celestia," The mare gasped, her electric blue mane drenched with sweat, "That was a long walk."

She turns to see the town barely in her vision, "Maybe Berry can get her place running."

"Hopefully," Butterscotch said walking up to the mare, "she's the only one that sells alcohol."

He grabs onto two more suite cases, carrying them into his home. The mare follows, albeit with less spring in her step.

They enter seeing a half naked griffin exiting the shower and a snoring mare.

"Took your sweet time," she said, plopping on the free chair, her breast hanging in the breeze.

The white mare stood wide eyed, staring at the half naked griffin and the calm stallion. Butterscotch looks at the slumbering mare, vomit covered her dress.

He turns to the white mare, "You might want to get her change...I'll get your room ready."

He starts to walk upstairs carrying her bags. The mare looks at the griffin, drying her feathery head.

"Are you two...together," She asked, wondering how she could present herself in such a manner.

"No," Gilda responded, rubbing her ear, "were just friends...with benefits."

"Your kidding," Vinyl said, removing her glasses to rub under her red eyes,

"Fraid not," Gilda yawned stretching in her perch, "but...you gotta keep this a secret."

"And why's that?"

Gilda stares into her eyes, "He doesn't want to get raped."

Vinyl blinks, processing what this griffin just said, "What?"

The three sat around the kitchen table, their plates empty and stained. The mare and griffin let out a loud burp.

Butterscotch stands, grabbing the empty plates, "I hope your friend get's better."

"She'll be fine," Vinyl said, ending with a burp.

"So what now," Gilda asked, looking out into the night sky, hearing the clanking of plates, "hey Scotch."

"Yeah," Butterscotch said, wiping food off the plate.

"Wanna do it tonight," Her words caused the stallion to nearly shatter the plates.

He turns around glaring at the griffin, "Gilda...I thought we talked about this."

"Relax," Vinyl cut in, "Gilda told me all about it...and I want in."

Her lustful smile, caused the water to hit the sink. The stallion looks on in complete shock.

"Y-your kidding," he finally said, over the running water, "we just met."

"So did we," Gilda smirked removing her tank top, "Besides...it's been awhile."

Butterscotch sighs, "Let me get the dishes finished...you sure your friend will be okay with this."

Vinyl shrugs her shoulders, "She's out for the night...besides."

She grins looking below his belt, "Your friend there...is looking pretty eager."

"Don't remind," Butterscotch grumbled, returning to the dishes. "Can't believe you told her."

"Like she wouldn't have found out," Gilda said, walking up to the pony, pulling him into a hug, "Besides...I might have a chance against you tonight."

"In your dreams," Butterscotch smirked, enjoying the comforting hug.

"We'll see," Gilda whispered, nuzzling the side of his head.

"Seriously...are you two together or not," Vinyl said, playing with her breast, "you two look so hot right now."

The two look at one another and shrug. The stallion finished off the dishes, the griffin's talons playing against his chest.

"Oh sweet Luna," Vinyl gasped, watching the pony remove his clothing, "Dude...why aren't you a model."

She drooled at his chiseled form, the griffin walks behind the mare, closing her mouth shut. She whispers into her ear, "your only seeing half the package."

The mare raises an eyebrow, only to have her eyes widen, "Oh Celestia."

Gilda chuckles. "Wait until his inside you."

"Uh-huh," Vinyl drooled, watching him reach into a drawer.

"What's that," Gilda asked noticing the odd bottle in his hands.

"Birth control potion," Butterscotch said, gulping down the foul liquid.

"Why would you...never mind," the griffin said noticing the musky smelling liquid dripping on the floor, "impatient much."

"It's been awhile," Vinyl shot back, as her nether continued dripping yellow liquid.

"Then I shouldn't let you wait," The stallion walks up to the mare, his lips connecting with hers. His hands squeezing her rump.

Gilda rolls her eyes grabbing a bottle of oil. She lathers her reptile like hands, to gently caress his member.

Braking the kiss, he stares at the griffin, smirking, "Cheater."

His hand moves to the griffin, rubbing against her button. The mare kneels down, licking his tip.

"Wow," She gasped, tasting the sweet oil, "your cock taste like cherries."

"It should," Gilda said, her wings erecting from his mouth suckling on her teat, "It's Cherry Oil...Mhmm."

The griffin moans from his sudden insertion, his fingers rubbing against her walls. The mare licks her lips, slowly engulfing his member.

Butterscotch flinches breaking his perch from the griffin's bosom, "teeth."

"Sooorghryy," Vinyl gurgled, sending shivers down the stallions spine only to have him winch from her teeth.

"Relax...Scotch," Gilda said, nuzzling the side of his neck, "you can fill her other mouth...but first."

Gilda taps the mares horn motioning her to move, "Lets all have fun."

She points to the bed, the mare raises an eyebrow a long stream of drool connecting her mouth to his member. Butterscotch smiles and shakes his head, moving towards the bed. He lays on the soft sheets, staring at the two.

Gilda whispers into the mare's ears, as she licks her lips from the news. They walk forward, Gilda taking the lead while the mare trailed behind.

They spread themselves over him, the griffin's crotch over his muzzle and the mare sliding his member against her slit.

"Your still not going to win," Butterscotch said, grabbing onto Gilda's waist.

"We'll seeee," Gilda moaned, as his tongue slid into her.

"I'm so loooving this," Vinyl moaned, inserting his tip into her, "Oh my Celestia."

The mare falls forward, the griffin catching hold of her. The mare lets loose a stream of liquid, soaking his crotch and the bed.

"Forgot you mares do that," Gilda gasped, from his tongue, "I hope you can get him o cum before I dooo."

Butterscotch mumbles a response, only to cause the griffin to wet his lips. The mare starts to move, slaps of wet flesh and groans echoed through the room.

"Aww," Vinyl screamed, letting loose another stream. She leans on Gilda, drooling on her feathery neck.

"Not even five minutes," Gilda mumbled, helping the mare off to the free side of the bed.

"My turn," Butterscotch said as the griffin moved from her perch.

Gilda sighed but smiled none the less, "you still think you can hold out...after that."

She points to the dreamy eyed mare, Butterscotch chuckles. He moves in, nuzzling the side of her neck, "Don't lop me in with normal ponies."

He whispers into her, "I can last much...longer."

Forcing the griffin on her back, he rubs himself against her moist slit, "Now...where were we."

Gilda licks her beak, "I'm still going to win this."

"We'll see," Butterscotch enters, the griffin squeezing against his entry. The stallion guides his hand, rubbing the sides of her waist to her firm mounds.

He starts to move, rubbing and squeezing her bosom. His rhythm was steady with his weight behind each thrust.

Gilda grips onto the sheets, poking holes in the process. She screams from the building pressure, "No fair!"

She lets loose a stream, mixing in with the mare's previous attempt. Butterscotch smirks, leaning into the griffin, "Told you...now for the real fun."

He moves faster careful to keep from slamming into her. His sac gently impacts her moist crack as a dreamy gaze formed on the griffin.

She squeezes and lets loose another stream of liquid. Her beak hanged open as her claws tear the sheets. Butterscotch follows after, spilling his seed. He plops on the griffin rubbing against her perky breast.

He feels a tap on his shoulder, turning he spots the blue haired mare. She smirks, "My turn."

The stallion chuckles, leaving the warm confines of the griffin. He stares at the mare, "Give me a couple of...or not."

She dove for his member, engulfing the sticky mass. The stallion winches, "Teeth."

"Sowrry," The mare gurgles, as blood flowed to his lower regions. She releases her hold, commenting, "That was quick."

She tries to dive back in, but a firm hand keeps her from moving forward. She stares into his eyes shivering from his glare. He pushes her down, whispering into her ear, "My turn."

He nips the sides of her neck, sending the mare into shivering joy. Licking the tips of his fingers, he rubs her horn, as he kissed her neck. His free hand trails down the side of the mare moving towards her moist crotch.

She moans from his touch, the bed was rewarded with another spray from the mare. The stallion leans in whispering, "Someone's enjoying themselves."

He moves closer, his member rubbing against her, "It's only fair I get my turn."

The stallion plunges in, her walls clenching around him. She moans from the sudden entrance, only to have it muffled by his own tongue.

They wrestled for dominance, Butterscotch feigning defeat. The mare inwardly smirks only to lose ground, from the sudden assault on both sides.

Feeling her folds tighten, Butterscotch joins the mare. Letting loose his own liquids, he lays on the mare feeling her heart beat in synch of his.

The mare stares into his teal eyes, a dreamy smile forms on her muzzle, "t-that was...amazing."

"Thanks," Butterscotch said, kissing the side of her neck. Her perky bosoms rubbing against his chest, "Hey Gilda."

"Yeah," The griffin mumbled, turning her golden orbs to his direction.

"How do you wanna share the bed tonight," Butterscotch asked slowly removing himself from the mare.

"How bout you in the middle." Gilda said, moving to the side.

The stallion shrugs laying next to the griffin, as she snuggles next to him.

The mare looks at the sleeping couple, "hey...um."

"Yeah," The stallion said staring at her with a single eye.

"C-can I join you guys?"

He looks towards the griffin, she shrugs a response. Butterscotch turns to the red eyed mare, "Sure...but you have to turn off the lights."

"Sweet," Vinyl said, snuggling on the other side of the stallion. Her horn glows a shade of blue, the lights turn off as the females shifted closer to the male.

In the darkness a tiny squeak was heard, but to the stallion it was a chain of curses.

"Fine fucking lee!" Angel Yelled, shifting the pillow from his face to the back of his head, "Some of us have things to do in the morning!"

"Angel honey," A brown bunny asked, shifting in the basket, "Why are you yelling?"

"Yeah," Another female bunny added, popping out of the sheets, "It's not like we haven't made more noise than them."

"Agreed," A black bunny mumbled, spooning against Angel.

"Just get some sleep," Angel groaned, as the other three piled on the white bunny.

The griffin, mare, and stallion exit the shower their coats soaked from the morning exercise and the cleansing waters.

"Wow...that's a big shower," Vinyl said, wiping down her electric blue mane, "Can't believe we all fit in there."

"Tell me bout," Gilda nodded in agreement, "Why do you need a shower like that anyways."

"I like my showers...okay," Butterscotch grumbled, shifting his towel, "did you girls have to use up all my Lilly oil."

He eyes their glistening coats, compared to his. He grumbles out his resentment, "It'll take me weeks to get another shipment."

The two giggle, only to stop in their tracks. Butterscotch does the same, peeking out from the tiny gap. He spots a slacked jawed mare standing atop the stairs, her purple eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Hey Octi," Vinyl waved, her perky breast swinging in the breeze.

The mare coughs, staring at the near naked group, "Vinyl...why are you naked?"

Vinyl turns her head, her glasses nearly falling from their perch on her head, "I wouldn't take a shower with them on."

The grey mare 's eye twitched, "Again...why were you showering with her?"

She points at the white mare's companion. Vinyl looks at the griffin and stallion hidden behind them. She turns to the mare, "It's a big shower."

Octavia's eye twitched, "Vinyl..."

Her angered shout was caught off by the stallions own, "Angel!"

The three turn their attention to the stallion, as a white bunny pulls his towel off.

"Oh my!" The grey mare gasped, seeing the naked form of the pegasus. Red covered her face as she turns around running towards her room.

Butterscotch grabs his towel, Angel yelling, "Revenge," as he ran into a hole in the wall.

The stallion shakes his head, putting the towel back on, "Sorry about that."

"No problem," Vinyl said, staring at his crotch and licking her lips.

Gilda lays a hand on her shoulder, "Later...you might want to look after your friend first."

"Sure," the mare said, slowly making her way upstairs, but taking quick glances at the butter yellow stallion.

"I better get change before anything else happens," Butterscotch mumbled, making his way towards his room. The griffin continued to nod her head staring at his rear.

"Your friend going to be okay," Butterscotch whispered to the white mare.

Vinyl nods helping him carry the breakfast, "She still can't get the image of you out of her mind."

Butterscotch and Vinyl lay the food on the table. All four started eating their meal.

"So...what is it you do," The griffin asked, directing her question towards the unicorn.

"I'm a DJ," Vinyl said, puffing her chest with pride, "One of the best on this side of Equestria."

"Bold statement," Butterscotch smirked, cutting into his eggs.

"It should be," Vinyl said, pouring syrup on her pancakes, "After all...I highlighted most of Canterlots nightclubs."

"Even the Singing Harp," the stallion asked, popping a slice of pancakes into his mouth.

The unicorn blushes, "No...they're more into Beathooven and stuff...but Octavia here has played in it."

The grey mare blushes, slapping her friend in the arm, "Don't tell him that."

"Relax Octi," Vinyl chuckled, but rubbed her arm, "They're pretty cool."

"Wait," The stallion interjected, before the two went into a heated discussion, "hmm...where you playing with a pianist and harpist."

The mare blinks, "why...yes."

Butterscotch claps his hands together, "Now I know where I've seen you from...the Canterlot garden party."

Octavia blinks, wondering how this pony knew, "I'm not quite."

Then it hit her, "Oh my...you where that pony that punched out that stallion."

"Yup," Butterscotch chuckled, but quickly blushed, "can't believe you remember me from that."

"How could I not," She gasped, dropping her utensils to cup her mouth, "that pony was a noblempony for Celestia sake."

"You punched out a noblepony," Vinyl gasped, as Gilda sat slacked beck.

"Yeah," the stallion rubs the back of his head, "but he was harassing a friend of mine."

"You could have been sent to prison," Octavia said, looking around as if someone was going to get her, "or worse."

"Relax," the stallion said, returning to his meal, "I would've just spent a night in jail."

"But it was a noble," Octavia shot back, "Those ponies could make it so that you would never see the light of day."

"I highly doubt that," Butterscotch mumbled, looking at the mare, "I highly doubt that guy would try something like that."

"And how can you be so sure," The grey mare asked, staring into his eyes.

"Because," Butterscotch began, cutting slices out of his pancake, "If he even reported it...he'd have to explain why he was sexually harassing Fancy Pant's niece."

The two mare's gasped, at hearing the pony's name The Griffin raising an eyebrow at the two, she stares at the stallion asking, "Who's Fancy Pant's?"

"Butterscotch swallows his food, "Some pony on the top of the social ladder."

"Somepony," Octavia gasped, "Fancy pant's is the most influential pony in Canterlot...he even has a direct link to the Princess."

"Hm," Butterscotch mulls it over, "the first parts right but...I don't know about the direct link to the princess."

"There's just no way," the grey mare mumbled, looking back at the stallion, "There's just no way you could know Fancy Pant's."

"Believe what you want," the stallion said taking a sip from his drink, "you could ask him at the Valor street Festival...in a couple months."

The mare's looked on as the stallion finished off his breakfast. He stands to wash the dishes, exiting to do his chores.

"There's just no way," Octavia mumbled, watching the stallion feed the animals. "How can that pony know Fancy Pant's."

"I can hardly believe it Octi," Vinyl said, eating the rest of her pancakes, "but we might want to keep that to ourselves."

"And why would we do that?"

Vinyl stared at her friend, "Cause...we might end up sounding like some crazy ponies."

Octavia thinks it over, nodding to her friends words, "I agree with you...it would be odd to think a stallion such as him...would know such a pony."

"And what's that suppose to mean," Gilda asked, her feathers ruffling.

"It means," Vinyl cut in, noticing the anger of the griffin, "that the ponies that hang out with Fancy Pants...usually are either nobles or celebrities."

Gilda raises an eyebrow, then nods in understanding, "I get you...but I've been with the guy for a couple weeks now...and his not some normal pony."

"Tell me about it," Vinyl smiled, a dreamy look adorned her features, "that guy knows how to rut a mare."

"You got that right," Gilda joined the mare, forming a lewd smile.

Octavia sat there looking at the unicorn and griffin, "Did I miss something?"

Vinyl looks at the dumbfounded mare, a grin forms on her muzzle, "you missed a lot..."

A few days have passed since the two mares moved in. Butterscotch was out playing with the animals, and wondering why the grey mare would never meet his eyes.

Angel ended his thought process, "Hey Scotch!"

The stallion stares down at his little friend, "What is it little buddy?"

Angel points towards a mountain an odd orange figure flying around it. The stallion's eyes shrink, noticing the the giant reptilian figure.

"Dragon," He said, watching as smoke started to rise. The smoke filled the air, in erratic patters, "Oh no."

The stallion bolts for home, a white bunny stays back to decipher the repeated message. His beady eyes shrank, rushing after his master.

"Gilda you home," the stallion called out, as the griffin poked her head out from kitchen, "Good...can you look after the house for a couple of days."

"Suuure," Gilda answered, raising an eyebrow, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing much," The stallion said, rushing towards the basement, "An old friend of mine is out sick...and I have to look after his place for a bit."

"Okay," Gilda shrugged, used to his sudden departure, "Have a safe trip then."

She turns to continue her game with a certain squirrel and checkers.

Butterscotch exits the basement, with a case in hand. He makes his way to the door only to be stopped by Angel.

"You can't go out there!" Angel warned, grabbing hold of his leg, "It could be a trap."

Butterscotch smiles, kneeling down to pat the bunny. He whispers in his ears, "Relax Angel...I'm not going empty handed.'

He pats the case, the bunny still hesitant of letting go. He stares into his teal eyes, "You better comeback."

"You have my word," The stallion hugs the little rodent. Gilda was far to busy to notice the two, as the squirrel claimed two more of her pieces.

They break the contact as the stallion leaves the kitchen. He spreads his wings, launching into the air, heading towards the smoking mountain.

Butterscotch lands just at the base of the mountain, he stares up at the column of rising smoke.

"I really hope this isn't a trap," He mumbled, opening the case. There before him lay a set of light armor and rose. He begins to don the old gear, an enchanted silken long sleeved shirt covered his torso. The silken shirt was stronger than steel but lighter than a feather.

The metal grieves came next, hugging his legs. He mumbles a slight curse, "dammit...I should get this resized."

He grunts from the tight fit. With final pull it covers his waists, he launches a few kicks, "At least it's not going to hold me back."

He turns his gaze towards the smoking mountain. Holding onto the case and sword, he flies towards smoking mountain.

"Hello!" he yelled, standing in front of the mouth of the cave. He hides the sword within his wing, darting his eyes around the surrounding rock and brush.

A grumble echoed from the smoking cave, Butterscotches eyes shrank darting away from the opening. A gout of crimson fire, engulfed where he once stood.

The fire stopped as the smoke returned to life, the stallion sighs waiting for the ground to cool. He observes the cave, noting the cracking sides.

"This guys big," he mumbled, taking a better look at the paw prints, "definitely a big guy."

Butterscotch makes his way towards the entrance hugging against the walls. He pauses at the entrance, sighing in contempt, "I'm way to old for this."

He waits for a large cloud of smoke, and quickly rushes in with the cloud masking the light of the sun.

Using the stalagmites as cover, he makes his way to the center of the cave. He stops, watching the puffing dragon. It's reptilian eyes trained to the entrance of the cave.

The dragon pauses the smoke signals, sniffing the air. A grin forms on it's razor filled mouth, "I see your still alive."

It turns it's gaze towards the stallion location, "I won't burn you to ash if you come out."

"Your not the first to suggest that," Butterscotch said, flying atop the dragon his sword glinting from the little light it received, "Pray tell why shouldn't just lop your head off."

The dragon chuckles, laying it's head on the ground, "You wouldn't hurt a defenseless dragon...would you now Mr. Scotch."

Butterscotch's eyes widen noting the smirking drake, "D-Doka...is that you?"

"Who else would it be Mr. Scotch," Doka chuckled, as the stallion lands on it's mouth.

"You've...grown," Butterscotch gasped, remembering the once tiny dragon, "Don't tell me you've been hoarding."

The stallion furrows his brow, glaring into the dragon's golden orbs, "you know what happens to hoarding dragons."

"I know," Doka smiled, causing the stallion to almost lose his balance, "Sorry bout that...here let me fix that."

The dragon glowed a bright red, Butterscotch launches into the air watching the giant beast shrink. The stallion whistles, at the slender dragon before him, "Wow...you mastered your magic already."

"Of course," Doka said, walking up to the stallion her size clearly a head or two taller than the pony, "well almost."

She pulls the pony into a hug, "I missed you so much Mr. Scotch."

"Y-your crushing me," He gasped, as the dragon let go. A blush forming on her red cheeks.

"Sorry," she said, helping the pony up, "still in training."

"It's alright Doka," Butterscotch said, smiling at the young dragon, "Still can't believe how tall you've grown."

He looks over her scaly red form. The leathery bat wings could easily hide him in her folds, and her soft yellow under bely was smooth as silk.

"You've changed from the little knee high kid," Butterscotch chided, as her face grew a darker shade of red.

She lightly slaps the pony's shoulder, "Please stop...I'm almost a hundred."

The stallion smiles, reaching up to pat the dragon's shoulder, "Ah...and here I thought I'd get you some gem ice cream."

She licks her lips, her eyes widen, and she glares at the pony, "jerk."

She huffs, crossing her arms. Butterscotch shakes his head looking at the dragon, "So...exactly why are you here?"

Doka looks at the stallion, her frown turning into a dumbfounded expression, "Oh...I ah...oh yeah!"

She turns around running towards the back of the cave. Butterscotch watches, the dragon tearing through a pile of rubble. The dragon emerges with a chest, and hauling it towards the stallion.

"Took me a month to finally get this to you," She huffed, dropping the chest in front of the pony, "You have no idea how many places I had to stake out."

She opens the chest, a strange red cloth covering the object. Doka removes the cloth, a crystal ball laying in the chest, "you could have wrote...you know."

The stallion chuckles, "And if I did...I don't think this place would be safe...especially with little Doka..."

"Don't you dare," Doka hissed, smoke flaring from her nostrils, "I've had to deal with grandpa...and I don't think you'd survive being punched through a mountain."

Butterscotch holds his hands up in defense, "Alright no more baby talk...so what is that thing?"

He points to the strange orb, "What is...Oswald?"

Butterscotch stood wide eyed staring at the sleeping form of the old dragon. Doka stares at the sleeping dragon, she takes a deep breath, "Wake up old man!"

The green dragon steers from his slumber, nearly falling of his chair. He glares at Doka, only to have it soften as his gave found the stallion.

"Scotch!" The old drake laughs, his voice echoing in the room, "It's good to finally see your yellow butt."

"Same to you Oswald...but," the stallion said moving closer to the orb, "What exactly is this?"

Oswald laughs, "Curious as ever I see...it's a scrying orb."

"Scrying orb," Butterscotch looks over the orb, "But how can I hear you...much less how can you hear me?"

The old dragon continued to laugh, a smile cresting his scaly mouth, "That's a trade secret my dear boy...but you should know that better than anyone."

"Of course," Butterscotch nodded, Doka resting her head on top of his. The old drake's features changed to that of seriousness.

"But your not really interested in that," he sighed, looking at the stallion and his fondling grand drake, "I hate to do this to you...but Vera had another vision."

The stallion's eye twitched, as his mind screamed the implication, "No. No. No! Not again..." he inwardly groaned, keeping his stoic demeanor.

"Just like last time...something is coming," Oswald said, picking up a stick. He lights and inhaled from the other end, puffing rings of smoke into the air.

"You know," Butterscotch said rubbing the bridge of his nose, "I came here to retire...from all that stuff."

"You...retired," The old dragon chuckled, as his granddrake joined in, "Scotch the Adventurer...retired!"

The stallion glares at the ball, thinking, "I never had a choice on any of it...you vomit colored shit brain lizard!"

Their laughter echoed through the cave, Butterscotch sighed from their simple misunderstanding. He waits for the two as their laughter ended to mere snorts.

Oswald wiped a tear, a smile forming on his ancient muzzle, "You've changed Scotch...for the better in fact."

The stallion inwardly rolled his eyes, "Thanks...I guess. So about this vision."

"Ah yes...the vision," The dragon rummages in screen, he lifts a battered envelope removing and reading the letter, "Vera says that there will be some sort of catastrophic event will transpire...and it involves you."

Oswald skims the letter, blinking as he reached the end, "That's it."

Butterscotch raises an eyebrow, as Doka yells at the dragon, "You've got to be kidding me...I could just gave him the bloody letter than carry this around!"

She points to the chest housing the crystal ball, "You have no idea how hard it was to carry this thing around!"

Before any further curses could be spouted, Butterscotch cuts in, "Is that it...some event that I have no clue is what, where or how...will randomly happen...is there even a date on that thing."

The dragon looks over the letter, shaking his head, "Sorry lad...but that's all there is."

"Great," Butterscotch sighed, staring into the orb, "knowing Vera its going to be something big."

"Yup," Oswald nodded, ignoring the fuming dragoness, "but at least you know."

"Yeah...so what now?" the stallion asked, staring up into the ceiling.

"Now...I believe it's time for Doka to head home," Oswald yawned, scratching the side of his neck. "Oh...and Scotch."

Butterscotch turns his attention back to the ball, as Oswald continues, "Feel free to keep the ball...and other things."

"Wow thats genero...wait a minute," Butterscotch glares at the green dragon, "Your going to sell me stuff...aren't you."

"Hmm...maybe," Oswald smirks under the pony's accusing glare, "You were...are a valued customer."

"Great," The stallion face-palms, sighing, "It's Amber City all over again."

The green dragon shrugs his shoulders, "At least this time you can get ahold of me quicker."

"True," Butterscotch sighed, noticing the young drake fuming in the corner. He turns back towards the green dragon, "since your still here...can I get some Lilly oil shipped to the address in Manehatten."

The dragon grabs a quill jotting down the order, "anything else...oh valued customer."

"No...that's it for now," The stallion said, cracking his neck, "I'll...how do I use this thing again?"

"There's a manual under the orb," Doka grumbled, returning to the stallion's side, and glaring at the dragon in the crystal orb, "and other stuff too."

"Right," Butterscotch nodded, "So anyways...just send me the bill and I'll send some money into that account."

"Gotcha," Oswald smiled. jotting down the information, "and Scotch...it's good seeing you again."

"Back at you old timer," Butterscotch said, returning a smile of his own. The dragon faded as the orb returned to it's clear view.

The young dragon, envelopes the stallion into a hug, "It's good seeing you Scotchy."

"You to kiddo," the stallion said, returning the embrace.

Butterscotch watches the crimson scaled dragon fly east, towards the setting sun. His armor and weapon laid in the case along with the items gifted to him.

As the dragon melds with the dusk he sighs, "why does this always happen to me?"

Spreading his wings, he flies home.

Chapter 8

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 8

The butter yellow stallion, sits across the stoic red pony. Their attention focused on the piles of paper across them, as the abacus clacked in tune with the shuffling of papers.

"Let's see," Butterscotch bit his lip as he listed down the final sum, "and with that...you owe this much for taxes."

Big Mac sighed in relief from the numbers presented on the paper. Butterscotch piles the documents into a folder, turning his sights to the red stallion, "Just get these copied, and sent to town hall tomorrow...and you'll be fine."

"Thanks Scotch," Mac sighed, noting down the various tax forms and receipts, "Don't know if ah could have done this with out ya."

"It's no problem Mac," Butterscotch yawned, stretching his arms.

"Well don't get to comfortable," A bulky stallion said, walking up to the table with a stack of his own, "I still need you to get my taxes done as well."

"No problem Bulky," Butterscotch yawned, rubbing his eyes, "Just keep that coffee coming."

"Will do," Bulky saluted, dropping the papers in front of the stallion and heading back to his kitchen.

"Ya know," Big Mac began, stacking his own documents together, "If prostituting falls out...ya could always be an accountant."

"Please," Butterscotch waved off the comment, "I'd have to go school for that."

"But didn't you drop out," Bulky asked, a steaming cup in hand.

"Dropping out implied I went to one," The butter yellow stallion said, jotting down accounts and matching statements.

"Oh...I gotcha," Bulky said, knowing full well what those words meant.

The red stallion raises an eyebrow, "Didn't ya go ta school when ya was in the orphanage."

"He would have...if he was in some other town," Bulky said, letting the other pegasus continue with the paperwork, "Cloudsdales...still a bit militaristic."

The white stallion sat down between the two, "We had to learn from the teachers in the orphanage...and when you reached sixteen."

"You gotta go," Butterscotch said, looking up from the list of number, "A pegasus is considered an adult at that age...dam Hurricane clans to blame."

"Hurr-," Mac was cut off, by the muscled ponies shaking head.

"It's a Cloudsalian thing," Bulky said, glaring out the window, "bunch of tribalistic assholes...not something you want to get caught up in."

"Aye," Butterscotch chipped in, playing with the abacus, "guys like me and Bulk are shunned."

"You," Mac chuckled, smiling at the smaller stallion, "the most dependable stallion I've ever met...shunned."

Silence descended the three, Butterscotch takes a sip from his mug, and Bulky continued to stare out at the brewing storm.

"Can't be helped," Butterscotch sighed, flipping through the papers, "with Bulky's wings and my feminine self...both of us never had a chance in that place."

Big Mac stared at the two saddened ponies, "Dam...this is depressing."

"Blame the weather," Bulky said, standing up and heading back to the kitchen, "I'll get us some Jack."

"Bring the whole bottle," Butterscotch shouted after the pony, "I'm going to need it...after this."

He went back to work listing the pegasus's tax deductibles, as Mac looked on with uncertainty in his eyes.

"Ah don't get it," Mac slurred, looking at the the downed white pegasus and the other one chugging his own bottle of high proof cider, "how can ya just drink thaat without..."

He turns and vomits into a carefully placed trash can, Butterscotch simply drinking the bottle away. He draws another shot for the red pony, as he continued to drink his own.

Thunder boomed overhead, Big Mac quickly joining the white pegasus in a drunken dream.

The pink maned pegasus slams the bottle on the table, as red covered his cheeks.

"You know...if you've ever had dragon fire...then this would be nothing," he said staring at the passed out pair and laughed, "but I'm glad you guys never will...don't think you could handle waking up next to a heater."

He continues to laugh at the unconscious duo, stealing their bottle of hard cider.

"More for me," he grinned, washing away years of repressed memories.

The bottles empty, Butterscotch stands helping Mac onto the couch and the other into his bed. He makes his way to the door, as the rain started falling from the darkened clouds.

Closing the door behind him, he stands on the street looking up into the sky. A smile crested his muzzle as water pelted him.

Moving forward, the rain was starting to fall harder on the butter yellow pony, but he continued to smile under stinging sensation.

"When I said I'd join you," the grey mare turns her head towards the other two occupants, "I never said about joining them."

Vinyl chuckled at her friends embarrassment, "Relax Octi...you've already seen us naked."

"Don't remind me Vinyl," Octavia groaned, keeping herself from facing the stallion, "I can't believe you tricked me in joining you three in the shower."

The white mare hugs Octavia, her perky bosoms stabbing away at her back, "He's not so bad...besides would you have let him catch a cold?"

Octavia bit her lip, knowing how drenched the stallion was when he came home, "Still...you didn't have to drag me in with you."

"And what fun would that be," Vinyl pouted, squeezing the grey mare's bountiful bosom, "Bathings always fun with more ponies...and griffin."

"What ever you say Vinyl," Octavia grumbled, looking around at the large shower room, "Still can't believe we can all fit in here."

"Tell me about it," Vinyl said, lathering her body with sweet scented soap, "we had sex in here and none of us ended up against the wall."

Octavia face-plamed and turned to her carefree friend, "That's on a need to know Vinyl."

The grey mare takes a quick peek at the the stallion and griffin. Their hands lathering one another from the hard to reach, too the more private affair. Octavia blushes, biting her lip at the casual contact of the two.

The white mare smirks, she leans in whispering into her friends ear, "you can join them...when you want too."

Vinyl turns and joins the duo, forming a sandwich between the apex predatory and stallion.

Octavia watches her long time friend stimulate someone that she's only known for a few days. Looking away she grabs the vanilla scented soap.

The white mare pouts, seeing her friend seclude herself. She whispers something to the stallion and griffin. The griffin nods, letting the stallion go.

Butterscotch looks between the two, each motioning for him to go to the grey mare. He sighs and slowly makes his way.

"Need some help," he asked.

Octavia jumps and turns slightly to see the stallion. She quickly turns away, her gaze at the wall, "N-no t-thanks."

Butterscotch was about to turn away, but a white hand pushes him forward. He lands on the grey mare, as his arms wrapped around her for stability. His member brushing against her rear.

Octavia drops her soap, shivering from the sudden embrace. She leans into his lean frame, a firm hand cupping her breast and a muscled arm around her waste. The two stood frozen, Vinyl's voice being overheard from their rising heart beats, "See...he's not so bad."

Octavia closes her eyes, a blush forming on her muzzle. Butterscotch let's go of the mare attempting to apologized, but was silenced from the mare's hand holding onto his.

"Um...please don't go," She whispers a tear falling unto his arm. Butterscotch stops and observes the quivering mare. With a slight nod his arms wrap around her waist.

A blue aura engulfs the fallen soap, floating it towards the two. The griffin and unicorn join in, their hands scrubbing and lathering their bodies.

The blue aura forms around the facet and with a flip, the shower rained warm water on the group. Butterscotch smiled from the feeling of falling water, increasing his embrace on the black maned mare.

Octavia smiles from the embrace, while Gilda nuzzles the side of the stallion's cheek. Vinyl whispers a thanks to the butter yellow pony, hugging her friend and him as water washed over them.

Thunder continued to boom overhead as the storm reached it's peak. The animals in the cottage snuggled together in their little borrows. Octavia resting atop the stallion, her head between his chiseled chest.

"A-are you sure you don't mind," She asked looking between her friend and the sleeping stallion.

"Relax will you," Gilda mumbled, draping a wing over her companions, "He already said he doesn't mind...and I don't mind sharing."

Gilda nuzzles the back of the grey mare's head, and slowly resting her head on the feathery pillow.

"She's right," Vinyl whispered, smirking at her friend. She squeezes the stallions arm between her bosom, "just get some sleep Octi."

"Okay," Octavia mumbled, closing her eyes from the warmth and comfort of her companions.

"Finally!" Angel yelled, snuggling into his own basket of velvety furred bunnies, and grumbles, "At least they're not going at it tonight."

Butterscotch stands out in the rising storm, waves hitting the sides of the floating city. It's once mirror like buildings hidden, by the darkened clouds.

Out of the corners of his eyes he notices the melding and changing of scenery. He sighs knowing that he was in the land of dreams, "You can come out now...Cordelia."

The the rain stops as if time stood still. They come together, forming an Alicorn of crystal blue. Her green mane wafting like kelp in the sea current. She smiles upon seeing the stallion, "It's been a long time...Scotch."

Her siren like voice sent shivers down his spin. The mare's horn glows a ruby red as the scene around him changes.

What was once them standing atop a balcony in a raging storm, overseeing the floating city, now turned to a dwelling fit for a royal. Curtains of untold riches adorned the room, as ancient vases and statues stood atop pedestals away from the crystal blue water filling the room.

Butterscotch lays atop a large pink mound, within the pool of water, floating from the gently currents created from the waterfalls.

The mare's form changes, her legs meld together to form a large fish tale. Her large wings now a dorsal fin on her mighty back.

Cordelia lays next to the stallion atop the jelly like bed, her tail swishing in the water as her massive bosoms were held back by a thin piece of cloth.

"You don't seem surprised," She said, trailing her finger along the stallions chest, "I thought you'd be happy to be in my private chambers...again."

She kisses Butterscotch on the cheek, while her hands cradled his jewels. The stallion sighs staring into her ruby red eyes, gently caressing the bottom of her muzzle, "What is it that you want Cordelia?"

"Oh...nothing much," she giggles, kissing him on the lips, "just wanted to see my old friend...and champion."

She inserts her tongue into his mouth, nearly choking him from the size alone, yet the stallion relishes in the kiss. He gently pinches the cloth covering her bountiful chest, and rips it off.

She groans as he squeezes each teat, letting go she lets out a wail as the water grew warm around the two. Butterscotch gasped for air staring at the giggling mare, "I hope this meeting isn't about having sex."

"Ah," Cordelia pouts, pulling him into her chest. She whispers into his ear, "you know how many stallions and even mare's want to rut me...and yet you act like it's nothing."

She pushes him back, to stare into his teal eyes, licking her lips at seeing the stallion's full form, "My offer is still up for grabs."

The stallion smiles, shaking his head, "Like I told you before...it won't work out."

He moves pulling the mare in, his tongue dominating over hers. Breaking the kiss he smirks, "But if you want...I'm free for a good rutting."

The mare blushes and nuzzles the pony, "You always know how make a girl happy...I just wished you'd stay."

Butterscotch hugs the mare, "you and I both know...that I couldn't survive at those depths."

"I know," She whispers a tear dropping on the soft pink mound, "You have no idea how many heart broken mares you've left."

"Yeah," the stallion sighs, playing with the mare's mane, "So...Cordelia...what's wrong?"

Butterscotch noticed the mare's head whip towards the ceiling, her grip threatening to break his astral bones.

"She's coming," Cordelia said turning towards the stallion and smiling, "Looks like this it for now...I hope to see you again Scotch." She kisses the stallion as her horn glowed.

Butterscotch blinks and finds himself within his home. Angel was floating in the air, running in an imaginary wheel. While birds puked out a tea set, a bear squeezes a bee hive and pastries littered the table.

"That was weird," Butterscotch mumbled, leaning into his chair waiting for the dream to end, "I'll need to talk to Angel about this...I hope she doesn't do something stupid."

Awakening from his slumber, Butterscotch stares into the purple eyes of the grey mare.

"Morning," He yawned, kissing her on the forehead, "What time is it?"

"Six in the morning," Vinyl grumbled, giving her own morning peck and patting the blushing mare.

"I see," He yawned again, feeling the griffin's beak rubbing against his head, "Can you girls let me up?"

"Sure," Gilda yawned, turning and planting her paws on the cold wooden floor, "I'll be hitting the restroom first."

"Go ahead," Butterscotch said, turning his gaze to the mare on his chest, "can you please get off."

Octavia nods, slipping into the arms of her waiting friend. With a grunt, he follows the griffin out the door as the two mare's cuddled in the early morning hour.

"You know...you could lock the door," Butterscotch said, grabbing his toothbrush and paste.

"What would be the point," Gilda yawned from her perch on the porcelain throne, "we've done it so many times...we might as well be a herd."

"Riight," the stallion mumbles, inserting the toothbrush in his mouth.

Gilda smirks spotting the bulge in his sweat pants. Her tail sneaks towards the pony, wrapping around his free hand in the tiny upstairs restroom.

Butterscotch glances at the griffin, and rolls his eyes. He spits into the sink, and continues brushing his teeth, moving towards the dreamy eyed griffin.

Standing in front of the smiling griffin, Gilda pulls down his pants, licking her beak at his exposed member. She stares into his eyes, "Not many guys would trust a griffin with a blow job...thanks."

Gilda moves forward, her tongue drawing circles around the enlarged tip. Her beak gently scraping his flesh. The stallion shivers from the razor sharp touch.

Gilda pulls him in, her throat gently massaging him. Bobbing her head, she scrapes against him. Her meat tearing mouth, gently rubbing against his fleshy member.

"Mhmm," The stallion hums, smiling from the griffin's foreplay. He taps her shoulder signaling the upcoming release.

Gilda releases the stallion from her mighty jaws. Wrapping her reptile like hands around him, she begins pumping. Her jaws wide open for the upcoming treat.

With a grunt, the stallion covers the she beast in a mask of white cream. He stares into her golden eyes trails of gooey liquid trailing down the edges, "never going to understand why like it so much."

He watches as the griffin wipes her face with her hand, gathering the warm sticky liquid. She begins licking the hand, as if covered by honey. She stops and stares at the pony, "I don't get it either...but you taste so good."

"Really," he asked, pausing from his brushing, "how so?"

"I can't put my claw on it," Gilda licks her hand, enjoying his flavor, "it's just...you taste like blackberries...and its just not me."

Butterscotch raises an eyebrow, waiting for the griffin to continue, "Vinyl even says you taste like caramel Apples..."

Gilda finishes the load and stares into his eyes, "All the guys I've ever been with they don't...can't compare to you."

"I get that a lot," the stallion said, turning towards the sink. He rinses his mouth, then stares into the mirror.

Gilda ended her stay on the throne, wiping down wet slit as she begins to rise. A yellow hand stops her from lifting her cotton grey shorts. She stares at the smiling stallion and notices his raised member.

The griffin abandons her attempt at covering her nether, and moves towards the sink. Butterscotch nuzzles the sides of her neck, placing his hands on her waist, locking the half cat against the sink. With Gilda's raptor like hands guided him inside.

With one solid push the griffin moans from the sudden impact. Butterscotch falls into a rhythm with her panting, and the sounds of slapping flesh echoed in the tiny room.

One final push and one final gasp, fluids sprayed onto one another. His crotch wet from her warm fluids and her insides warmed by his.

The stallion wraps his arms around griffin, cradling her head on his shoulder.

"You know," he whispers, moving a hand to her abdomen, "There is a way."

He lets go as the griffin stared wide eyed at the pony. He slowly moves back and with a pop, his seed begins to drip down her grey furred leg. Grabbing a couple of towels he hands one to Gilda and wipes himself down with the other.

Dry, he leaves the room and heads for the kitchen, leaving a griffin to ponder his proposal.

"I haven't even had breakfast yet and your rutting like there's no tomorrow," Angel grumbled, while digging into his breakfast.

The stallion didn't answer the white bunny, and the sounds of chopping could be heard in the silence that followed.

"Cordelia came into my dreams last night," Butterscotch said, pausing in his endeavor to make breakfast for his many guest,

The bunny spat out the carrot he was eating, turning to the yellow pegasus, "Cordelia...here?!"

"I don't know about her being here...yet," the stallion said, returning to is prepping, "but if she can contact me in my dreams...then she's close."

"Damn," Angel sighed, looking outside at the coming morning, "First Vera...now Cordelia."

Angel turns to his owner, his eyes flashing red for just a sliver of a second, "what are we going to do?"

Butterscotch stops and turns to the Bunny, "Contact the brothers...with winter coming the birds will be stuck in the south."

"Gotcha," Angel saluted, grabbing a carrot and heading down one of the many tunnels.

The stallion looks out the window and sighs, "I wonder if they'll ever figure out it was luck that got me this far."

Watching the animals leave their homes after a storm brought a smile to his face. Hearing the sound of hooves descending the stairs, he continues making breakfast. The coming storm of events, pushed back into his mind.

Chapter 9

Princess Butterscotch Chapter 9

The sun begins it's ascent over the horizon. Butterscotch lays in his bed, the griffin snuggling against him, drawing circles on his bare chest.
"Hey...about what you said," Gilda began, staring into his teal eyes, "you where joking...right?"
"Hmm...what do you mean," He asked, opening one eye, to stare at the griffin.
"You know...about this," She moves his hand to her abdomen and he smiled from the gesture. He kisses, her on the beak then nuzzles the side of her neck.
"Of course I do," he whispers, rubbing her belly, "just say the word...and will be up to our waist in dirty diapers."
Gilda stifles her laughter, by punching his shoulder, "quite it... if it where possible I would have seen a bunch of ponies and griffins hooking up by now."
Butterscotch continues to smile, puling her into a tighter embrace and whispers, "that's because they don't know..."
"Know what?" The griffin asked, as he went silent.
Butterscotch smirks and stares into her golden eyes, "that's it's possible...for us to have a baby."
The room goes silent as they stared into each other's eyes. Gilda trying to figure out if he was lying or not.
She sighs and holds onto his hand, "H-how do you know...I wanted a child?"
The stallion increases his hold on the predator, "it's simple...you talk in your sleep."
Her feathers ruffle at the information she just heard, Butterscotch continues, "And you've already reached the mating age."
"Is that all," Gilda asked not looking at the pony, incase he reveled some other deep secret.
"To be honest...no," the stallion said, as the griffin covered her head with a wing, "Gilda... I won't go anywhere... that's for sure."
She peeks from her safe haven of warm feathers, and was greeted by a wall of teal, "R-really?"
"Yes," Butterscotch said, softly to the teary eyed griffin, "all you have to do is say the word... and we'll be a herd."
Silenced adorned the room, the animals have left to give the couple the privacy they need. A set of black eyes watched the two, but turns and enters one of the many tunnels of the home.
"O-okay," Gilda sobbed, crushing his hands with her mighty talons, "I-if you can...then let's do it."
The stallion smiles and holds onto the griffin, "Welcome to my herd... Gilda."
She cries into his shoulder, Butterscotch nuzzling the top of her feathery head.
"Now what," Gilda asked, in between sobs.
"Well..." Butterscotch began, looking at the rising sun, "with Vinyl and Octavia gone for the week... we have the house to ourselves."
The griffin smirks, "So...the living room or the shower."
"Hmm...how about," The stallion mulls it over, and turning to the griffin he smiles, "the kitchen table."
"Only if you make pancakes," Gilda said, nuzzling the side of his neck, "and Scotch... it's your turn to be the plate."
He kisses her forehead, as his pants bulged, "deal...but go easy on the syrup this time."
"Aww...and skip out on the shower," Gilda pouted, giving her best puppy dog eyes.
"Never mind then," The stallion smirks, moving his fingers down to her nether. The griffin returns a smirk of her own, slowly removing his member from its confines.

The Next Day:

"I'll only be gone for a little while...okay," he said, as Gilda pulled him into a hug.
"Just be careful," Gilda nuzzles his neck, relishing in his scent, "I don't want anything to happen to my husband."
The stallion chuckles, kissing her goodbye, "it's just the Everfree... besides you'll be meeting Zecora soon."
"I hope so," the griffin said squeezing his chiseled rump, "I can't wait to meet the other member of your herd... are you sure she won't mind?"
"She's not the type to be jealous... besides," Butterscotch smirks, moving his hand down her crotch, "wait until we get into bed together... then you'll just love her."
Gilda moans from his touch, but pushes him away before she reached her peak, "hurry up then... the sooner she gets here the sooner we can start."
"Will do hun," he gives her one last kiss and turns to leave, not before a white bunny gives him the most assaulting gesture it knew.
Butterscotch chuckles seeing the spectacle, and heads out the door. Towards the Everfree, where the wilds are the law, and he is the exception.

Walking down the path, he avoids the blue flowers. Alluring by nature, but hazardous to any living being.
Predators watch the pony move down the path, his stride calm and shoulders lax. A easy meal for these mighty beast, but his mere presence scared them. Looking at the pony was like walking into deaths door.
Calm and loving, but before you knew it, you where dead. Wolves made of wood receded within the darkened trees, beast ten times his size bowed as he passed.
No one dared to look into his glowing green eyes. All except for the mare at the end of the path.

"Husband," A zebra mare yelled, running up to the stallion. Her large bosoms pressing against his toned chest, "I thought you'd come tomorrow."
She grabs his crotch, her dark grey muzzle, nuzzling the sides of his neck, "Unless you grew bored."
Butterscotch pulls her into a kiss, their tongues wrestling against one another.
They break the embrace, his eyes returning to normal as he stared into her blue orbs, "your half right Zecora."
He squeezes her jiggly rump, his hands sinking into the fleshy mounds, "But we should talk inside."
"Yes," She smiles, licking her lips, "Inside..."
She turns and swishes her tail on his crouch. She moves forward, swaying her rump, as her loincloth parted, giving him a clear view of her privates.
The stallion licks his lips, but quickly reminded himself of the job at hand, "First the potion... then the Zebra... I hope Gilda can wait a little longer."
He follows the mare into her home, his member threatening to break free.

A Few Years Ago:

"So let me get this straight," Butterscotch said, to the yellow and black maned mare. His member engulfed in her magenta muzzle, "You want me...to take a job in Zebrica."
"Mhmm," she hums, her ruby red eyes staring into his teal orbs.
"Who's the job from?" He asked, looking at the request. She pauses from her task and hands him a folder. The stallion looks it over his eyes shrinking at spotting the insignia.
The mare pushes him against the chair, a trail of saliva connecting her muzzle with his member. Climbing onto the chair, she rubs against him, slowly lowering herself.
Butterscotch ignores her moans, decoding the wordy transcript. He uses a hand to help stabilize the mare, while the other held onto the stack of papers.
Her legs positioned on the arms of the chair, she comes down smacking onto his crotch.
She groans and holds onto his shoulder. Squeezing hard she lets loose, soaking his crouch and the velvety chair.
"This seems like trouble," he mumbled to himself, as the mare's gasp drowned out his voice. She removes herself from him, and continues to suck at the now sweetened member.
Butterscotch looks away from the paper to stare at the mare, "I know you taste like honey and all...but isn't that rude for you to just pleasure yourself."
"Sowry," She gurgles with him in her mouth, as the stallion sighs.
Feeling his peak he taps her shoulder, and she nods refusing to let go. With little option in where, he let's loose in her mouth. The mare greedily gobbles his seed.
"Better now," he asked, as the mare takes her seat across the table. She nods licking her lips from the spilled juices.
"I needed that," She gasped plopping down on her office chair, she turns to the stallion, "thanks again Scotch."
"No problem Bee... but this job." He places the paper on the table, and looks into her ruby red eyes, "Who requested it?"
"Hmm," Bee mulls it over, tapping her chin, "some really rich noblepony... they said they knew you."

"I see," Butterscotch said, tapping his fingers together, "did they give you a name?"
Bee shakes her head, "No...they just got ahold of the organization's contacts and used your old id number from the time you spent overseas."
The stallion raises an eyebrow, "did you by chance meet any of them?"
Again she shakes her head, "No...I received the request and details from the overseas branch...are they trouble?"
Butterscotch shakes his head, "No...it's just that...I thought they would retire me from that branch is all."
"They did," Bee said, flipping through the paperwork, "but they're offering such a high price...even though it's only a couple of months out of the country."
The stallion thinks it over and looks at the mare, "When do I leave?"
The mare claps her hands together, smiling at the pony, "In three days...plenty of time for you to get things settled."
"Yeah...settled," Butterscotch whispered, looking over the job at hand. "If it's them...I'll need to bring Angel along just incase... I hope Bulky can watch over the place for a couple months."

"Your kidding," the white bunny said, watching his friend pack his sword and armor, "they tried contacting you through your work... I thought they didn't interfere with your daily life."
"I thought so too," Butterscotch said, hiding his weapons in his pack of clothing, "but with me disappearing... they probably got desperate."
"Damn," Angel stomped the ground, "we left to get away from all that...can't you just tell them the truth?"

Butterscotch turns his gaze to the white bunny, "I wish we could...but they'd never believe me."

"What," Angel raises his hands in the air, "That your nothing but a coward and you only walked away with your life because of luck!"

The stallion nods his head, "Yup... tried to explain that to Vera... she just laughed and said that it was a funny joke."

Angel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Stupid rumors... how did you let them get out of hand."

"I didn't," the stallion said, looking over his armor, "it was the witnesses that blew it out of proportion."

The bunny shakes his head, "so... what's the job."

"From the code I deciphered," Butterscotch said, looking out the window, "It's a kill order... I'll need your help on this one."

Angel hops on the table, staring at his master, "it's that bad...huh."

The stallion nods his head, the two stood there watching the peaceful life they made.

"I hope your sword arms still good," the bunny said, his eyes glowing a fiery red.

The stallion raises his hand, a teal aura gently surrounds the palm of his hand.

"Scary," The bunny smirks, feeling the power from the pegasus.

Day of Departure:

Butterscotch stands on the bow of the airship, leaving for the southern country. Angel sitting on his shoulder, watching as the crew releases the airship from it's hold.

"There's no one here," Angel said, looking around the empty deck, "looks like it's a Ghost Ship... there doing things by the book again."

"Yup," Butterscotch answers turning to the entrance of the ship, "Want to go see who's on board?"

Angel shrugs his shoulders, "Might as well... it's going to be a long trip anyways."

The stallion nods, his eyes glowing a light teal.

The two enter the innards of the airship, their postures lax. They find the dining room in the mid-size vessel, a hungry bunny ready for a much needed snack.

The stallion looks around, a single cloaked body was sitting near the center of the room. Butterscotch ignores the being, his attention focused at the massive array of food laid out for the buffet.

He leaves his pack on a table, Angel hoping off his shoulder, joining the heavy bag. Butterscotch heads to the table laden with food, a smile on his muzzle as Angel counted down, "Five, four, three..."

Butterscotch walks towards the other occupant in the room, but stops just mere feet from the being.

Time stood still for the stallion as he dodged the first strike. The spear punching holes through the assailant's cloak.

Butterscotch dances, around the lightning strikes. The spears tip a hairs breath from striking the pony.

The figure flips the table, standing in the clearing. The being throws off it's cloak and a large diamond stood before the stallion.

The butter yellow pegasus ignores the wolf like beast and heads towards it. The diamond dog's fur bristled at the nonchalant pony.

The dog growls, his spear pointed at the stallion. He screams and charges, Butterscotch simply spinning out of the way from the thrust. He stops and rushes the dog, he slams a palm into the armored wolf's chest.

The beast was pushed back, to the walls of the room, as Butterscotch continued to smile heading, towards the pile of food.

The diamond dog lay limp on the floor, unmoving from the strike. His armor dented with the stallion's hand imprinted on the breast plate.

"Damn... I forgot to tell him to get some olives," Angel said, taking his gaze away from the downed dog. He watches as Butterscotch piles food onto a plate, while a figure drops from the rafters, and another exploded from the bottom of the food laden table. The two began to attack the butter yellow pony.

The stallion, dances around their strikes. The heifer's mace only slamming onto the wooden floor. The bat winged mare's darts, caught by the pony's free hand.

The two armored assailants grew angry at their failure to harm the stallion and with that, he strikes.

Dropping the darts, he grabs hold of fruit. Throwing them at the two standing fighters. They easily dodge the lamely thrown projectiles, only to run into one another.

Their eyes widen, watching as the stallion, rockets towards them. His hooves covered in a teal aura, propelling him forward with lightning speed.

His elbow was covered in the aura, as he slams it into the cows chest.

The mare looks on in shock watching the heifer crumble to the ground. Butterscotch's hand turns to a fist, and rockets towards the mare's chest.

The teal aura covering his fist and on impact, it explodes, sending the mare crashing into the tables.

Butterscotch catches a falling pineapple, and takes bite into the fruit, walking towards the waiting bunny with tray in hand.

"That was rude," Angel said, grabbing an apple from the pile.

The stallion shrugs, popping a grape into his muzzle. The two sit there filling their bellies as a minotaur steps out from the kitchen.

The grey beast plays with his beard, looking at the downed soldiers, then to the stallion. He grabs a basket of apples and heads to the table where the pony sat.

He pulls up a chair sitting across the duo. Staring at the stallion with orange eyes, "One minute... you've gotten slow Princess." He bites into an apple, slowly chewing the juicy fruit.

The stallion swallows the peach he was eating, "it's good seeing you too... Gregor."

The man beast huffs but smiles at the stallion, "it's good to have you back... but I bet your not so happy about the summons."

"Depends," Butterscotch responded, staring at the smirking Minotaur, "who... or what do I have to kill."

"Straight to business...eh Princess," Gregor chuckles, shoving two apples into his powerful jaws, "Got an A class fiend we need exterminated."

"Any restrictions," The butter yellow pegasus asked, pooping a cherry into his mouth.

The grey beast shakes his head, "None... your free to go all out."

"What's the catch... it's not like you don't have knights capable of taking down a fiend of that caliber."

The minotaur nods playing with his apple juice soaked beard, "we sent troops a few weeks back... but we ended up making it worse."

Butterscotch pauses from his snack, staring at the aged beast, "how is it?"

"Real bad," the minotaur said, looking into his teal eyes, "We had to pull a lot strings just to find you."

"You know... I retired for a reason," Butterscotch sighed, handing a grape to Angel.

"A pony of your status... retiring," Gregor laughs, his booming voice echoing in the damaged room, "boy... someone like you only comes around once in a generation."

The old bull cracks his neck, his orange eyes observing the stallion, "Besides, Vera would kill us if we lost track of you... and here."

He hands him a set of keys, "you know your way around a ship."

Gregor stands, and walks towards the rising bodies. Butterscotch pockets the keys, as Angel hops onto his shoulder. Grabbing his bag he heads to the cabin.

Entering the spacious quarters, he plops his bag on the side. Angel hoping down on the bed, and Butterscotch joining the ball of fuzz.

"So what's the plan," Angel asked, pawing the pillow he was on.

"Go in, kill it and head home," the stallion mumbled, closing his eyes and feeling the swaying of the ship.

"Still don't know why they need you," Angel said, curling into his bed, "I thought they got guys that could take on a demon."

Butterscotch shrugs his shoulders, slowly falling into a slumber from the swaying of the ship.

Angel glares at his master and mumbles, "you better get the next watch."

The bunny stays awake, watching over the sleeping pony.

A few days have passed since the ship's departure from Equestria. Butterscotch stands on the deck of the vessel, his sword unsheathed.

He stands still, the harsh winds from the coming storm doing nothing against the stone like stallion.

A faint glow covers the blade, the old Minotaur watching from the entrance of the ship. The three warriors watching from behind the giant man beast.

Butterscotch takes a stance, his sword poise to strike. A faint aura covers his body, then he moves.

He flashes out of existence, moving only a few feet with the sword pointed to the heavens. Butterscotch sheaths the blade and enters the ship.

He says nothing to the four observers. The old Minotaur looking to the skys, while the three disciples looked on in confusion. Only when the stallion disappeared into the ship, did they speak.

"Rotten bugger," Gregor mumbled, shaking his head at the darkened sky, "he actually mastered it."

The diamond dog steps forward, worry in his voice, "What's wrong Master Gregor."

"Nothing Shiver Fang," Gregor said, as he turns to enter the ship. The three move out of his way.

They look at one another unsure of what just transpired. They follow their mentors gaze, as shocked etched on their faces.

There within the darkened clouds was a hole, showing the unadulterated sky. Stars shown brightly through the gap within the storm. The clouds around it, refusing to close.

The airship moors at a small town, within the Zebrica planes. Docking to resupply, and wait for the group to return.

"Listen up," Gregor addresses the three armored warriors, "we have one week Butterscotch spots a group of zebras, from to get this job done... I don't have to tell you what happens if we fail."

The three disciples nod, determination in their eyes. Gregor turns to the stallion, "You have anything to say for the green horns?"

The stallion turns to the three, "Stay out of my way and you'll survive... do something stupid... you'll die."

With that said, he turns towards the exit, a dark brown cloak covering his form. The Minotaur shakes his head, turning to the three warriors.

"Remember... your only here to back him up... we stay hidden until then," the Minotaur said, putting on an amulet and shimmering out of sight, "I don't want to be the one to haul your carcasses back home."

The three nod, putting on their amulets as they faded from sight.

Dropping into the town, Butterscotch traverses the dusty streets, observing the local zebras. Some mixed potions, while the more warrior like competed in feats of strength.

He watches as two mare's wrestled in the ground, their chest bare for all the crowd to see.

"Hmm...interesting way to wrestle," Butterscotch mumbles, feeling a impact on his chest. He looks down at a glaring bunny.

"Bad enough I'm strapped to your chest," Angel said, punching his abdomen, "The last thing I need...is for you to get a boner right now."

The stallion turns away from the spectacle, and continues to head out of the town, "sorry about that Angel... but they are really gorgeous."

The bunny shakes his head, returning to the confines of the cloak.

"Let's see," Butterscotch mumbles, taking out his map, "from here we should head east...should be two days journey on foot."

"Can't you just fly,?" Angel asked, peeking out of the cloak, "I mean you could get there faster if you did."

The stallion keeps his gaze forward, silently whispering to his passenger, "I would... but it would draw to much attention."

Keeping his gaze forward, he hears the crunching of rock around him. The invisible warriors trailing behind the pony, silently watching his every move.

"Stupid trainees," Angel grumbled, nestling into his harness, "we'd be done sooner if these idiots didn't follow us."

Butterscotch keeps his mind focused at the mission at hand, but silently agree's with the infuriated rodent.

The stallion wonders the dirt road, the only semblance of civilization within the sea of tall grass. The golden stalks, reached his shoulders, a perfect cover for he many creatures of the wild. Some to hide, while others waiting for the coming travelers an easy snack for the mighty predators.

Within the sea of tall grass a manticore waits. It was smaller compared to it's Equestrian cousin, but what it lack in size it made up for in speed.

It stares at the pony, ready to pounce, but froze upon seeing his glowing eyes. The manticore shivered and cowered from the ponies stare. His mind telling him to run, his stomach telling to run as he releases yesterdays meal.

The beast stood frozen as the pony calmly walked past.

All that could be heard in the grassy plane was the crunching of feet, and the laughing of a Minotaur. Three pairs of invisible eyes turned to the beast and then to the pony, unsure of what just transpired.

Night comes, and the stallion continues down the rock strewn path. The glow of his eyes in the moonless night, was erie and unnatural in the wild plains.

The four invisible warriors grew tired from the constant walking. Their bodes covered in sweat, and their breaths labored. Yet the stallion continues, his stride even and his form lax.

"Does he even rest," the bat pony gasped, taking a swig from her canteen.

"We've been walking for hours," The cow said, looking at her companions then to the stallion, "Yet he doesn't even look tired."

The diamond grunts a response, while the Minotaur's voice silenced the three, "Quite you three... and keep moving."

"Yes master Gregor," the three responded in unison, falling into step behind the bull.

Though if they had looked closely, a sliver of red crested the stallions lips. Water formed around the crimson hue, and he takes sips from the gathering mass.

A breeze blown through the plain, his cloak parts and two red eyes shown through the darkness.

The lush plains, turned to a land of ash and rock. The stallion stops spotting the column of smoke in the early morning hours.

"looks like we're here," Butterscotch said aloud, the Minotaur's voice was heard to his side.

"There's movement to your left... looks like a caravan," He whispered to the pony, "We'll rest here for now... your not listening to me are you?"

The stallion says nothing, as he moves towards the group. The Minotaur sighs, motioning for the three to rest.

From his hiding spot within a crop of rocks, Butterscotch spots a group of zebras.

"Somethings not right," he mumbled, watching a mare being dragged behind the group, "Zebra's would never treat anyone like that."

The mare falls on the ground, yet they continued to drag her until she stood back up.

"So... how do you want to do this," Angel asked, the lens of dew dropping to the parched soil, "follow them or ask?'

"The second one," the stallion said, his hooves covered in teal, "hold on tight."

His body blurs from sight, as he catches up to the fleeting group.

The stallion spots the group of zebras, the mare in chains fallen and dragged. Her legs were cut and bleeding, the four guards not even glancing at the mare.

Butterscotch, passes the group and stands in front of them. He stares at the equines, as his eyes grew wide, "oh fuck me... zombies."

There soulless white eyes stare at the stallion. The rotten bags of flesh move, spotting the new meal.

"Angel... fire crest," Butterscotch said, launching towards his attackers. His sword unsheathed as a fiery red crest forms on the tip.

In the blink of an eye, he passes the undead zebras. The tip of his blade stabbing into their eyes as they burst into flames.

Taking one last look at the headless monstrosities, he heads to the mare.

He observes the zebra, her cloths ragged and stained from the hardships of the road. Uncorking his canteen, he holds it over her cracked lips.

Drops of water splashes on her lips, as her eyes slowly open. She stares into the teal eyes of the pony, and Butterscotch in turn was greeted with her blue orbs.

"Hey there," he whispers, helping the mare into a sitting position. He gives her the canteen, and she greedily consumes the bottle. Butterscotch waits for the mare to quench her thirst, "So... what's your name."

She turns her head to the pony a smile on her muzzle, "Z-Zecora... and thank you."

"It's nice to meet you Zecora," the stallion said, removing the shackles from her worn wrist, "Can tell me what happened here."

She grew quiet, as tears fell from her eyes. The stallion wraps his arms around the mare, letting her cry into his cloak.

"There. there," He cooed, patting her back, "Everything's okay now."

"Th-thank you, "she sobbed, hugging the pony.

Butterscotch smiles letting the mare rest in the warm embrace.

"You could have waited till I got off," Angle grumbled, his face shoved between the mares bosom, "I hate you so much right now."

The stallion rested under a dead tree, Angel atop his shoulder looking down at the sleeping mare.

"She gonna be okay?" Angel asked, watching the mare nuzzle his lap.

"I hope so," Butterscotch answered, parting the mare's hair, "What do you think?"

"About the demon," the bunny taps his chin, turning towards the column of rising smoke, "If what she said is right... we're dealing with an ascender."

"What's my chances?" The stallion asked, as the bunny climbed down to the ground.

Angel hops a few feet away from the two, his hands outstretched. A crest of crimson hue forms in front of the bunny, as fire erupted from his paws.

The flames condense within the crest, turning and twisting till a ball of glowing flames was made. The bunny turns to the pony, "Here... you still know how to use?"

Butterscotch nods his head, as the orb floats towards him. He holds the orb in his hands, orange and yellow dancing within the palm of his hand.

He turns his gaze back to the mare, "Can you watch her for me?"

"I will... just make sure you comeback," Angel said, his hands pointed to the mare. A crimson aura surrounds her body, as she floats away from the stallion. Butterscotch spreads his cloak on the ground, the mare slowly laid atop it.

The stallion turns to the column of smoke, extending his wings, he takes flight.

Chapter 10

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 10

"What in tartarus is that?" The diamond dog whispered, watching the demonic baboon consume an elephant, "There's no way we can take that thing on."

"No. No it's not..." The old bull mumbled, pocketing the scrying orb. He turns to the invisible cow, "Beth... call headquarters to send a platoon in. We're gonna need the top five to handle this thing."

He turns his attention back to the fiery baboon, a volcanic mound spouts from it's back, smoke spewed from the pipe like appendage. Zombies stand around the beast, bringing it fresh meat to satiate it's hunger.

The old bull spots a speck flying towards the demon, "what the?" He retrieves the scrying orb, it's magic focusing on the tiny speck, "What in tartarus is that boy up to?"

He watches as the butter yellow pegasus fly towards the spewing beast of ash and smoke.

Butterscotch floats before the mighty demon. Hoards of flesh rotting slaves turn their gaze towards the blackened sky.

The demon turns it's attention towards the pegasus, it's serpent like eyes focusing on the stallion.

The demon smiles, blood dripping from its maw. It launches forward, jaws wide ready to snap down on the pony.

Butterscotch draws his sword back, his aura covering the blue blade. He tosses the crimson orb in front of him. The demon closing it's jaws on the pony, the stallion's world slowly growing dark.

Time slows down for the stallion, the sharpened fangs drawing nearer. The orb reaches it's point of descent and the blade shoots forward, stabbing into the sphere. Fire explodes in front of the pony, he wills the magic coursing over the blade.

A hurricane of fire forms in front of the stallion, burning a hole through the demonic creatures head.

The Minotaur watches the firestorm of carnage. The demon's head explodes, as a worm of fire snakes towards the heavens.

He stands there watching the blackened sky, being torn apart by the ever rising pillar of fire.

"What is he?" The mare whispers, watching the beast catch fire.

"Beth... cancel that order to headquarters," Gregor said, turning towards the warriors, "Well... what are you waiting for?!"

Butterscotch fades from existence, only to float above the downed demon. He watches as flames consume the beast, the hellfire turning the demon to ash.

"That's done," he mumbles, scanning his surroundings. The flesh puppets fall to the ground, and the enchanted flames slowly clearing the sky.

"I better go see if that zebra's okay," he said aloud, turning towards the direction of his companions, "Looks like Angel's spell still has some kick to it."

He rubs his sword arm, sore and swelling from the excursion of mana.

Present:

"A potion you seek," Zecora smiles, from the stallion's ever present bulge, "but a price you must meet."

"Enough of the rhyming Zecora," Butterscotch whispered, squeezing her exposed chest, "you know it only aggravates me."

"But is that not part of your proposal," the zebra whispers, slowly freeing his member from it's cloth prison, "That I satiate your arousal and in turn you become mine."

Butterscotch chuckles, "Aw... and here I thought I'd tell you about the new addition."

She stops and stares into his teal eyes, "You mean..."

The stallion pulls the mare into a kiss, he squeezes her jiggly rump. Her arms wrap around his frame, as her teats dig into his chest.

Breaking the embrace, Butterscotch stares into her blue eyes, "You remember Gilda?"

She nods as the stallion continues, "She's agreed to join... and you know what that means." He brings a hand to her crotch, his finger sliding over her moist slit.

Zecora licks her lips, pushing the stallion away, "Let me get ready... then we'll play."

The stallion smiles watching the mare gather her things. Watching her tail swish in anticipation, parting just enough for a glimpse of her moist slit.

A knock at the door echoed through the tiny hut, ending the stallion's thoughts and the Zebra's packing.

Butterscotch turns to the zebra then to the door, "I'll get it." He whispers, grabbing a butter knife from the table.

He slowly opens the door, and he nearly falls over seeing the young mare before him.

"Applebloom," he gasped, eyeing the filly and throwing the to some corner of the house. His surprise, turns to a stern glare, "What are doing out here young lady... don't you know how dangerous this forest is?!"

The filly cowers from the stallion's glare, and his angered voice. She looks to the ground her ears splayed back, "S-sorry mista Scotch... it's just that sister and... wait ah minute."

She stares into his eyes, "Just what are ya doing here?"

"Don't change the subject Bloom," Butterscotch stepped forward, looking around the darkened woods, "Come inside before something else does."

He lets the filly in, quickly closing the door. Zecora quickly covers herself joining the two in the living room.

"Dear... who is this filly," She asked, drawing a chair for the red maned pony.

"This is Applebloom... Applejack's sister," the stallion said, sitting across the filly, as the zebra joins him. Staring at the young mare, "So... you going to tell me why your here?"

The yellow mare looks down twiddling her thumbs, "Mah sis.... and her friends kinda... are cursed."

She sheepishly looks up, "C-can yah help me."

"Cursed?" Butterscotch said, raising an eyebrow. Turning to the zebra, "Let me guess... poison joke."

Zecora nods, turning to the filly, "I warned your sister about the flowers... sadly now they suffer."

Butterscotch sighs, he nuzzles the zebra planting a kiss on her cheek, "It's alright dear... can you whip up a cure for them."

"That I can," she said, returning a kiss, "but the ingredients I need to attain."

Applebloom watches the affectionate interaction, the zebra grabbing a pen and paper to write down the needed ingredients.

"Hmm... this doesn't seem much," Butterscotch turns to the mare, "I'll be back soon... just have the pot ready when I get back."

He kisses the mare, standing up he turns his attention to the filly, "Stay here till I get back."

As the door closes, the young filly turns to the mare, "So ah... how do yah know mister Scotch?"

Zecora smiles, as she retrieved ingredients and added it to the pot, "It was just a few years ago..."

Butterscotch stares down the wooden wolves, their rotten oaken tales knocking against their legs. The stallion walks forward, the wolves cower from his approach.

Bending down, he picks up the herb, adding it to the sack, "Last one... I hope Zecora can finish on her end."

Turning around he leaves the wolves to cower from their near death experience.

The stallion arrives to a broken door and screaming mares. He moves into action, running into the room.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at the odd assortment of mare's ready to go hoof and hoof with a zebra, he turns his gaze to the spilled potion, "Is that the cure for Poison Joke?"

He receives a nod from Zecora and the filly, rubbing the the bridge of his nose , he sighs, "Can you make another batch?"

Zecora shakes her head, "No... not without ingredients from Ponyville."

'Dammit... sorry Gilda'He shook his head in frustration, turning to the mare's, "Alright... everyone fall in line and we'll head to town."

He makes his way outside pausing to stare at the frozen mares, "Well do you want to be cured or not?"

They each look at one another, slowly following the stallion.

Applebloom and Zecora follow along the butter yellow stallion, while the others stayed a good distance from the group.

"So mister Scotch," Applebloom began, holding onto his hand, "How did you woo miss Zecora?"

Butterscotch pauses for a secound, slowly turning his head to the giggling zebra, "What did you tell her?"

"Oh nothing," Zecora smirked, grabbing onto his arm, "Just the about the night on the plane and how you saved me."

She kisses him on the cheek, Butterscotch blushes from the sudden action, "I hope that's all you told her." He whispered, so not to alert the filly.

Zecora giggles, whispering into his ear, "I only told her about the slavers and sleeping under the stars... not about the pride of manticores." She squeezes his rump in full view of the mares, but not the filly.

The stallion shakes his head, and turns to the wide-eyed filly, "if you really want to know?" His question was greeted by a rapid nod from the young grinning mare, "Fine... Well it was sometime ago when I went to Zebrica for... business..."

"Wow," Appleboom gasped, skipping ahead of the group. She turns with her arms outstretch and a wide smile on her muzzle, "So after ya rescued Miss Zecora... ya took her home and challenged her tribe for her!"

Butterscotch nods, sheepisly avoiding the gazes of the mares behind him. They enter the town, and when ponies spotted them. They quickly ran and hide, screaming, "it's a curse!"

Reaching a shop, Twilight moves ahead, knocking on the door.

"Daisy," She said to the mare behind the door, "we need to talk."

Entering the local spa, Zecora uses the kitchen to whip up the potion for the five infected ponies. The young filly, sits across the stallion, while the others gather around eavesdropping on their conversation.

"So wah was it like?" Applebloom asked, taking a sip from her apple soda, "to get married under the falls."

Butterscotch mulls it over, a smile forming on his muzzle, "It was... amazing." He closes his eyes remembering the day, "From the full moon lighting the pool... to the the shooting stars filling the sky. It was magical to the least."

"Wow," Applebloom gushed from her seat. She pauses when a thought came to her head, "But if yah two are married... how come ah never knew about it?"

The stallion opens an eye, staring into her orange eyes, "Really... I thought Mac would have told you?"

"Wait ah minute!" The doll sized Applejack cut in, with her sister's help she stands on the table to stare at the stallion, "mah brother knew yah were married!"

Butterscotch blinks and nodded at the mare's statement, "Yup... and I think granny knew too."

"Even Granny!" Applejack shouted, but the stallion had to lean in to hear the mare.

"Well... yeah," Butterscotch said, looking down at the mare, "I mean... they did met Zecora when I brought her home with me."

"Ah see..." Applejack, slowly turned, "Ah needs to lay down for now... Applebloom can yah help me to the couch."

"I got you AJ," Rainbow said, letting the mare jump on her hand. Taking the mare to the couch, Butterscotch turns to the filly.

"So... is there anything else?" He asked, to the pondering filly.

"If you and Mrs. Zecora are married... how come she don't live with you?" She asked, staring into his teal eyes.

"Oh... that's simple," The stallion began, turning his gaze towards the kitchen.

A Few Years Ago:

"Then that was it," The old bull said to the glowing orb, "He took on the fiend on his own. It wasn't something we could take on without a platoon backing us up." He takes a sip from his glass, the alcohol burning his throat, turning his gaze back to the orb, "Mistress... I await your orders on what to do with him."

The old bull's hand glows a fiery orange, the orb fades and the bull continues to drink his brew.

A set of glowing red eyes watch the Minotaur. They slowly recede into the darkness, and with it the bull was left in peace.

Chapter 11

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 11

The sun shone over the meadow, animals scurrying to and fro across the flower strewn field. Butterscotch turns to a squirrel, it's tiny hands clasp around a white puffy flower.

"Sorry... but I'm not sure the Princess would want a face full of dandelion," he said, watching the white seeds fly into the air.

The squirrel sighs, and returns to find that one flower for the picky pony. Butterscotch turns and heads for a basket of apples, his stomach rumbling from the mornings flower picking quest.

Bending down he grabs hold of an apple, he pauses hearing a squeak. Turning his gaze downwards, he sees a bug like creature next to the basket. It's eyes sparkle, as it's fly like wings propel it towards the stallion.

Holding his hand out, the creature lands on his palm. Butterscotch smiles at seeing the creature, "huh... a Parasprite."

Enclosing the creature in his palm, he crushes it. Turning towards the foraging pack, "Angel! I have a snack for you… what’s left of one anyways."

The white bunny breaks from the pack, hopping towards the pony with a questioning look on his face. The pegasus bends down, presenting the crushed remains of the tiny creature.

Angel’s eyes grew wide as he licks his lips from the site in his butter yellow palm. A dark crimson covers the guts and flesh of the once big eyed insect. The pile of flesh floats towards the bunny, opening his jaws, he swallows the pile of flesh whole. A crunching sound echoed from the white rodent.

Swallowing the delectable morsel, the bunny lets out a loud burp, a smile forming on his lips. Thanking the stallion for the snack he returns to forage for flowers.

Butterscotch smiles at seeing his friend happy, turning to the red skinned fruit he takes a large bite from the sweet fruit.

Wandering through town, a basket filled with freshly picked wild flowers in his grasp. He heads to the center of town to drop off his colorful cargo, but ever ready to fly at the moments notice. The constant stares from the mares in town causes him to tense, their lustful gaze solely focused towards the pegasus.

'Kinda wished they still thought I was gay.' He thought, trying to stay calm from the ever closing feeling of their hands ripping his clothing off. Spotting a figure coming on the road, he smiles seeing the familiar pony.

Big Macintosh walks towards the pegasus, a empty cart trailing behind him. Humming a jaunty tune.

Spotting the pegasus, the hulking stallion slows down to a dead stop.

"Howdy Scotch," Mac greeted, smirking at the smaller stallion.

"Hey Mac," Butterscotch sighed, stopping in front of the pon. Looking around for a certain orange mare, "Is Applejack...."

"Nope," Mac cut in, while shaking his head, "She's at the farm right now... but I'd be more worried about granny if I was you."

Butterscotch whips his head towards the red pony, "Your kidding... but what about Applejack?"

"What about AJ," Mac snorted, bending so he could whisper into his ear, "Between you and me... mah sis is still gonna get you sooner or later."

Butterscotch's mouth hung open, as the red stallion continues to grin.

"Y-you're kidding," The butter yellow pegasus gasp, staring into his friends emerald eyes, "Even after Zecora and Gilda... she still wants to..."

Mac nods, keeping his voice low, "You know... you should just add mah sis before she get granny to hog tie yah in the barn."

Butterscotch rubs the bridge of his nose, "You know I don't flow like that.... and besides." He looks around, the odd groups of mares trying to eavesdrop on the two, "She only has to ask."

"I know. I know," Mac sighed, turning his gaze skyward at the slow flying pegasi. Returning it towards the stallion, "Mah sis maybe the bravest in town... but when it comes to that. She can be the shiest mare in the world."

Butterscotch nods, remembering Applejack’s attempts at wooing him. Each one lead to him either being bucked due to a certain green mare or that the poor girl was too tongue tied to ask.

‘Glad she’s of age now,’ he thought, remembering the young mare that tempted him with an apple pie, ’really wished I knew it was Granny that made that pie… bad enough she was barely legal at the time.’

The red stallion, starts to move forward, "So forgive mah sis when she does... but you can still hate granny if yah want."

"Like that's ever going to happen," The pegasus scoffed, as Mac paused in his tracks, "You and I both know that neither of us could hate Granny... especially when she makes that pie of hers."

Mac laughed at the pegasus's statement. He continues to move forward, trying his hardest to hold back the rising laughter.

Butterscotch shakes his head, and continues on his way.

The streets of Ponyville was decorated for the Princess's arrival. Butterscotch calmly walking towards the center of the festivities.

"No. No. No," Twilight yelled, pointing at a banner, "It's Celestia! Not Celest!"

"Sorry," an orange maned mare apologized, "we ran out of room."

"J-just redo it," Twilight sighed, noticing the stallion approaching, "Butterscotch!"

Her shout drew the attention of the surrounding mares. Butterscotch ignores their stares, "Hey there Twilight... I have the flowers you asked for."

He hands the basket to the eager mare, her magic wraps around the colorful flowers. She levitates the assorted flora to a red maned mare.

"Those should be perfect for the Princess," She turns to the stallion, giving him a hug, "Thank you so much for gathering them."

"It was no trouble," Butterscotch said, patting her back. The mare's fixing the sign looked on, a slight smirk forming on their muzzles.

Twilight breaks her hold and continues directing the preparations. With his job done, Butterscotch turns to head home, only to have pink cover his vision.

A bubbly pink mare rams into the stallion, with a force that would have easily toppled a manticore. Though Butterscotch still stands, with the pink mare wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Ponies turn from their work to observe the sudden collision, and from the sound of the impact, bones should have broken.

"Butters! I'm so glad I found you!" Pinkie switches her hold to his arm, comically running in place trying to move the pony, "Quick! I need your help!"

Butterscotch sighs, knowing that trying to run away from the pink mare when she was like this, was near impossible, "Alright Pinkie... but I think it would be best if I walked on my own."

Pinkie turns slightly, a smile on her face, "no problem... but I don't think I could move you even if I wanted to."

She let's go of his arm, and quickly performs a pat down on the stallion, "Wowie... you sure are built. Huh, how come I never noticed that before?"

"Pinkie," Butterscotch sighs, a blush forming on his muzzle, "let's go do what you need to do... I still have chores to do at home."

"OKie dokie lokie," Pinkie saluted, quickly makes her way down the road. Butterscotch trailing behind the mare, doing his best to ignore the sudden murmuring of the crowd around him.

Pinkie leads him to the train station, towards a stack of crates piled on the platform.

"Where here!" Pinkie announced hopping atop the crates, to stare down at Butterscotch.

"Okay... but why are we at the station?" He asked, looking at the wooden crates.

"It's simple silly," Pinkie grins atop her throne of wood and nails, "with the party for the Princess coming up... everypony is busy preparing for the party." She smacks the box below her, "And with the delivery ponies being slowed by the preparation... I need your help getting these ingredients for the party."

Butterscotch blinks, "Okay... but there's twenty something crates here..."

"Twenty three," Pinkie cut in, hopping down from her perch, "And I need you to deliver them to Sugarcube Corner... Please."

She gave him, her most heartwarming puppy dog eyes. This only caused the stallion to inwardly sigh, "I'll do it Pinkie..."

He was cut off by the Pinkie mare's sweetened lips, and bone crushing hug.

Pinkie breaks the kiss and stares into his teal eyes, "Thank you so much Scotchy."

With a peck to his cheek, the pink mare quickly leaves the stallion. Butterscotch blinks not knowing what just transpired.

Shaking his head, he looks at the crates and with a heavy sigh, he starts to lift them.

Turning around he pauses, eyeing the two crates in hand, 'Should I even try... I mean they already know I'm into mares... and with Pinkie's outburst they'll find out one way or another.'

"What would be the point anymore," he sighed, turning around he added two more of the fifty pound boxes to his load. Channeling mana through his body, he extends his wings and flies towards the bakery.

Luckily for the stallion the sky was clear, with major of traffic hanging around the festivities. Making his flight smooth and effortless, as he heads towards a building designed like a gingerbread house. Amazingly comical, but was a functional working home and bakery.

Landing at the rear of the store, he drops the crates off next to the entrance. While a smiling pink mare, stands in the open door to greeting the stallion.

"Glad you finally made it," Pinkie said, as she breathes heavily from her sudden sprint from the station to the bakery. She quickly grabs hold of a crate, and runs back into the store with her prize.

Butterscotch lays the rest next to the entrance, and doubles back for the rest.

Each trip, he would notice the sweet on Pinkie's shirt growing, until it clung to her frame. Butterscotch made a note to help haul the rest inside, before he left for home.

As the stacks grew, the pink mare was determined to keep up with him. Yet each time she left to put the boxes away, she came back to find that Butterscotch had already returned with more in hand.

"Wow... he's really strong," she mumbled, watching him take off, "and fast."

She pauses to stare at her hand, slowly closing and opening it as she remembered her earlier examination of the stallion. A blush forms on her muzzle, with the thoughts of his arms around her.

Shaking her head, she turns to the stack of crates with determination in her eyes, "You can do this Pinkie... just show him what you can do." Picking up a crate, she heaves under the strain, "Maybe I shouldn't have ran around everywhere today... these things are really heavy."

With her arms tired from the days events, she heads into the bakery with her task at hand.

Arriving with the last boxes, he was greeted with Pinkie trying to lift a crate. Her movement sluggish and unbalanced.

"Better let me get that," He said, landing next to the mare.

Pinkie shakes her head, "No. You did enough by delivering them from the station."

"Pinkie," Butterscotch walks up to the crates, adding another to his load, "Your energy is better served making treats... and the last thing we need is for you to fall asleep at the stove."

He didn't wait for the mare's answer, he turns heading into the kitchen.

Dropping the crates into the storage room, he returns to haul the rest into the store. Each time passing the pink mare, her back turned to the stallion as she went about to make her confections.

She moves from one station to the next, mixing, baking and adding her own flare to the tasty treats. Butterscotch smiles at seeing the mare where she truly shined. Not the parties she throws that earn her smiles from everyone, but the effort she puts into making the confections that ponies loved to consume.The background work as he calls it, the stuff no pony sees other than the finished product.

To the stallion, she was something that he wished he could be, a happy do what you want type of pony. He turns his gaze towards his hand and sighs. The many deeds this hand committed whether good or bad, makes him wonder if his actions truly were the right thing to do.

Even the many scars hidden by his coat, would frighten the most battle hardened soldier. Each one a testament for the long and arduous life he has lived. Sighing he turns to return to work, but the mare's infectious smile has even reached his own muzzle.

"There," Butterscotch said, wiping the sweat from his brow, " now I just need to get home and..."
Two white arms wrap around his chest, cutting him off.
"There you are," Vinyl's said, her glasses reflecting his gaze, "Been looking for you all day."

"Vinyl... what are doing her?" He asked, as the mare let go, only to have his arm pressed in between her bosoms with her arms locking them in place.

"No time," She said pulling him towards the door, "I need your help."

"But... I still have stuff to do at home..." He began.

"Already done," the white mare cut in, tugging on his arm, "Now come on... Both Octi and I really need your help."

"If you say so," Butterscotch sighs, turning to the pink mare, "I'll see you later Pinkie... bye."

Before the pink mare can respond, he was dragged out the door.

“So… you want me do what now?” He asked, looking over the equipment.

Vinyl turns to the stallion, her horn glowing a light blue, “I just need your help setting up the equipment.”

Butterscotch looks at the various speakers and wires, turning to the unicorn, “I have no idea how to set any of these up.”

“You don’t have to,” Vinyl giggled, pointing towards a stack of speakers, “Just hang these on the street lamps.”

Butterscotch walks up to the speakers, observing the black boxes. A clamp was on the back of each box, looking back at the mare, “So how do I hang these things?”

A speaker was engulfed in magic, as it floats to one of the many street lamps on the street. The clamp was wrapped around the top of the pole and tightened. The magic slowly fading from the speaker as it stayed in it’s place.

“Does that help?” Vinyl asked, returning to wiring her turntable.

“Yup,” Butterscotch rolls his sleeves, lifting a speaker he flies to the next pole. Clamping the black box to the pole, he checks it and finds the clamp strong enough, without having to worry that it might drop on some poor pony’s head.

Nodding , he returns to retrieve another of the essential tools for the music talented mare.

An hour passes as Butterscotch fashions the last of the speakers.

“Looking good!” Vinyl called out from her turntable, “You might want to stand back!”

Butterscotch nods, landing on the cobbled street. He watches as the mare’s horn glows, sending energy towards an antenna atop the turntable.

She smiles as the energy shoots towards the speakers. A visible line of blue spider webbing throughout the street. Turning a switch to on, music started to play within the street.

“Wow,” Butterscotch mumbles, staring at the wondrous lights covering the streets and listening to the music played in the background, “almost wish I was born a unicorn… almost.”

“Looks like everythings good to go,” Vinyl said,staring at the stallion walking towards her, “Thanks again for the help.”

“It’s no problem… but why did you need my help for this again?” He asked, looking at his handiwork, “From the looks of it you could have done it all by yourself.”

The mare giggles at his statement, “I could have done it all… but I would have ran out of magic before the show started.”

“Makes sense,” Butterscotch nodded, looking at the mare, “Well if that’s all… then I best be going.”

“Really… but the party is about to start,” Vinyl pouted, walking towards the stallion, she wraps her arm around his. Squeezing it between her bosoms, “Stay… Gilda already finished the chores.”

“Really?” Butterscotch raises an eyebrow, as he stares into her glasses, “I already told her I would do that.”

“Let's just say," The mare grins, moving closer to Butterscotch, "I helped a little."

"Okay... so is there anything else or..."

"No," Vinyl cut in, moving closer to whisper into his ear, "Not in public anyways." She kisses him on the cheek, turns and heads back to her equipment.

'Damn... really wished they'd try to at least keep it normal,' Butterscotch looks down at the forming bulge, 'Really need to see a therapist about this... don't think I could live with myself if I can't use it anymore.'

Sighing , he walks towards the white unicorn.

Many of Ponyville’s residents came towards the rising sound of music. Though not many would believe what they saw when they got there.

The once rumored closet colt, no longer the shy pony he was thought to be, walking towards a mare. His arms wrapping around her.

Many of the mare's in the growing crowd, stood slack jawed at his actions. With his arms wrapped around another mare's waist, he pulls her into a passionate kiss. One could look at the clock and yet feel an eternity pass in that short moment of time.

Breaking the kiss Butterscotch whispers into Vinyl's ear, "I hope you're ready once this is over... You." A kiss lands on her cheek, "Owe." Another is planted on her neck, "Me." He nuzzles the side of her neck as a blush grew on the mare, for all the town to see.

The ponies around the couple watched, as they broke from the passionate display. The mare landing one last kiss, before the stallion left and the music grew in volume.

For the that brief moment in time, the sound echoing through the streets was the constant wubs, playing around the street. Though it was all broken by a certain white mare running towards the DJ. Not soon after, a sea of mares joined in, to question her relation with the stallion.

Butterscotch flies towards his home, ignorant of what is to come, but for now he has the spunky mare in his mind.

He sighs thinking of all the things they will do, once the day ends.

Reaching the edges of his cottage, he lands in front of his home. Though no creature dare to approach the stallion.

Thinking the worst, Butterscotch channels his mana through his body. Primed and ready for action, he calmly heads towards the door. A faint glow courses through his palms.

Opening the door revealed a frozen griffin and mare. They stand frozen, hugging one another as a red crest surrounds the two. The stallion sighs stepping into the living room.

“Angel!” He called, his eyes searching for the white bunny.

“Over here!” Angel waved from the couch. Sitting next to the snow white bunny was a creature of black fur. It’s red eyes focusing on the stallion.

“Coin?” The pegasus stops, observing the rat, “What are doing here?”

“Why visiting of course,” Coin puffed his fuzzy chest, laying a grey paw on Angel’s shoulder, “it’s been ages since I visited dear old dad.”

Angel rolls his eyes, bringing the rat into a headlock, “Like I told you and your brother… If you're going to visit make sure to bring the kids.”

Coin laughs, playfully trying to break the elder’s hold, “Okay. Okay. I’ll bring the kids next time… they’ve actually been dieing to see you too.”

Angel breaks his hold, not before ruffling his son’s head. Butterscotch takes a seat across the two, he smiles from the duo's interaction.

Coin shakes his head, chuckling from the bunny’s treatment. He turns to the stallion, his smile slowly fading, “You know why I’m here… right?”

Butterscotch sighs, knowing the implication of having the creature before, “What’s the bad news?”

“Straight to the point as usual,” the rat smiles, it’s eyes glowing a fiery crimson. Pictures appear around the stallion, “This is what we received from our brethren.”

Angel looks over a certain image, his eyes turn a deep crimson, “Windigos!”

Butterscotch and coin turn their attention towards the glowing bunny. Streaks of fire, wrapping around his form.

Father!” Coin yells, gaining the attention of the combusting rodent, “Please control yourself!”

Angel’s eyes grew wide at seeing his son cower before him.

“I-I’m sorry Coin… I don’t know what got over me,” Angel sighs, as the fire recedes into his soft coat.

“It’s alright dad,” Coin said, hugging the steaming bunny, “We still miss mom.”

Butterscotch watches, as his long time friend quivered in his son’s embrace. He stays silent, letting the two have their moment.

Once his father was calm and collected, Coin turns to the pegasus, “As you can see… those spirits have nestled in the north.” The rat guides a picture of a dark cloud, “something is feeding them… and their growing stronger everyday.”
Angel grits his teeth, clenching his fist he turns to the stallion. Watching, hoping that they would act.

“I see…” Butterscotch observes the rising storm, “Are they going to make a move?”

Coin shakes his head, “No… so far they’ve stayed in that area… but that’s not the most pressing matter.”

Butterscotch raises an eyebrow, as the picture was replaced with another. A titanic water beast greeted his eyes, causing the stallion to gasp, “Kraken!”

The rat nods, switching to photo with an odd dome, attached to the creatures back, “This was taken ten days ago… you have any idea what it is.”

“It’s a carriage,” Angel cut in, before Butterscotch could answer, “And by the looks of it… Cordelia’s planning something big.”

Butterscotch nods, eying the dome, “Thirty… Fifty tops including the ruler of the largest body of water.”

Angel turns his gaze towards the stallion, “So what now?”

The stallion rubs his head, turning to the frozen females, “I’ll have to break out that old armor…”

“Are you crazy!” Angel cut in, glaring at the stallion, “You almost died because of that thing.”

Silence descended the room, the stallion’s eyes growing soft as he stared at the griffin and grey mare. He slowly turns to face the infuriated bunny.

“I don’t have much of a choice,” he said, closing his eyes, “I need all the power I can get just to stand a chance against those sea ponies.”

“Still,” Angel sighs, his shoulders sagging, “I don’t think you can use that thing… especially when it’s broken into pieces.”

Butterscotch stares at the table, his mind working towards a solution. He looks towards the pair, “Coin… keep me updated on the the threat from the sea.”

The rat nods, “What about the trouble in the North?”

“We’ll deal with it when we can,” Butterscotch quickly said, as to not anger the bunny, “Like you said… their sitting idle for now, but keep me posted nonetheless.”

“Gotcha,” Coin responded, turning to his father, “it’s been great seeing you dad.”

“You too son,” Angel said, smiling he gave his son a farewell hug, “Say hi to the kids for me.”

“Will do pops.” Coin breaks from the embrace, he jumps into the air, as his form is slowly consumed by flames.

A wisp forms before them, the fiery ball of energy flies towards the window. Butterscotch watches as it seeps through the sides of the glass leaving no trace of the once joyous rat.

“So what now?” Angel ask, watching his friend slowly stand.

“Now… we make a call,” Butterscotch said moving towards the kitchen, but pauses at the entrance, “you might want to unfreeze those two.”

Angel nods, hoping off the couch, “I better follow you… just incase you have trouble.”

“Fine,” the stallion said, heading towards the basement door, “Just don’t start flaring when we get there.”

“Like I would do that,” Angel scuffed, turning towards the two females, his eyes glowed as the magic surrounding the two faded.

Entering the cellar, Butterscotch locks the door behind them. They made their way down towards the bowels of the room.

They paused in the center of the room, a path cleared from the stair towards the rear off the room. The stallion bends down, dusting away at the floor.

A finger sized hole appears before him, channeling his magic to arm. He inserts a finger in the hole, he lifts as the slab creeks and strains from it’s forced removal.

Butterscotch moves the lid to the side, in the dim light of the room shown a chest in the hidden compartment. Chains covered the chest, and with a heavy sigh, the stallion removes it from it’s resting place.

“You can still put it back,” Angel said, hoping to wards the stallion a crystal ball floating above him, “There are other options.”

“I know,” Butterscotch keeps his gaze on the old box, “But these are sea ponies we’re dealing with.”

“Yup,” Angel nods his head, watching the box as if the contents will break from it’s hold, “monsters in the sea and stronger than a teenage dragon on land.”

Butterscotch moves towards the chest, his hands wrapping around the chains. With one mighty tug he tears off the chains. Moving slowly, he opens the chest, it’s rusted hinges breaking free from the box as the top follows.

There before the stallion lay a set of armor. The breast plate shaped to protect a mare’s, assets.

“Angel,” Butterscotch said, without breaking his gaze from the armor, “hand me the orb.”

Smoke filled the crystal, as it slowly formed an image of a sleeping emerald dragon.

“Oswald!” Butterscotch screamed into the ball, waking the fire breathing serpent.

“Wah… what’s going on?” Oswald looks around the room, slowly focusing on the crystal ball, “Scotch! Dammit boy you nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry about that,” Butterscotch apologized, staring at the green reptile, “But I need something… someone actually.”

The dragon raises an eyebrow, “And who is it that you need?” his hands moves towards a pencil and paper.

“I need Rover and his crew,” Butterscotch said, keeping his gaze towards the orb.

“Needing something fixed I see,” Oswald chuckles, pausing from his writing, “Your in luck actually… Rover is making a deal near Equestria for some gems… I’m sure you can get in touch with the dog…”

“Oswald,” Butterscotch cut in, moving the orb over the armor, “It’s not that easy.”

The dragon stares at the feminine armor, his reptilian eyes grew wide, “I’ll makes sure he get’s there by the end of the week… and Scotch.”

The stallion says nothing, but continues to stare at the armor.

“For whatever reason you need to use that thing,” Oswald’s said, his voice growing deep, “be careful it doesn’t consume you.”

Butterscotch nods, ending the flow of mana. The dragon fades from the orb, a the smoke returning to it’s natural form.

Returning the slab to it’s rightful place, he hides the chest in the pile of items. Careful to make it difficult for someone to find, even by accident.

With the orb returned to it’s resting place, the pair head up the stairs. Each having their own thoughts about the events that transpired.

Chapter 12

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 12

Snow covered the lands of Equestria, as animals entered a deep slumber and the ponies of the small town of Ponyville stayed indoors to escape the cold.

Butterscotch lays atop a rug made of the riches silk and woven by the finest Saddle Arabian artisan. The pictures of conquest and triumph told a story of a time of great strife. Yet the bodies of his partners covered it from the rest of the world.

The fire light bounces off his naked form, as he trails a finger down the back of the unicorn mare. She giggles, moving closer to the stallion.

A yellow talon, grabs hold of his member, the griffins head slowly making it’s way to her prize.

“Really wished Octi was here,” Vinyl mumbled, nuzzling the side of his neck, “I would have loved to see her face when you pulled this blanket out.”

“Mhmm,” Gilda gurgles, bobbing her head and massaging his member with her throat muscles.

“A bit rude… to talk with a mouth full,” Vinyl smirks, watching the she beast gag from the sudden release.

“He should rest,” Zecora walks out from the kitchen a steaming bowl in her grasp, “for he needs to be at his best.”

“Really?” Vinyl cut in, raising an eyebrow at the zebra, “Him rest… we already did like four times each… and from the looks of it he's still ready to go.”

“For this potion to work,” the Zebra smiles, bending down next to the stallion, she hovers the bowl over his lips, "he must be at his best." She lowers the bowl so he can sip from it's contents, "You two must stand back, the effects might make him attack."

Gilda moves away from her prize, and Vinyl sits on the couch, watching as Butterscotch drinks the potion. With the last drop consumed, Zecora joins the mare, sitting and watching as the effects take hold.

The stallion starts to spasm, as steam escapes from his body. The trails of white smoke float towards the ceiling. He clenches the silk within his iron like grip, his face contorting to one of pain.

"Is he going to be okay," Vinyl asks, panic in her voice.

Zecora nods turning her gaze towards the griffin, "This is a normal effect for the potion... soon he will move to motion."
Butterscotch screams in agony, his body glowing a bright teal. The sura shaping into the form of a griffin.

As the light slowly fades their before the trio lays a predator. The Zebra just smiles, as the others gasp at the sight of the once butter yellow pegasus.

Gilda looks on at the newly formed griffin, his cat like body was true specimen among her kind. Yet the smaller beck would have mistook him for female, but the mighty girth before her proved otherwise. She slowly moved forward to to feel if this was truly the pony before her.

"Careful," Zecora warns, only to watch as Butterscotch's eyes shoot open, revealing a pair of teal catlike eyes, "Too late."

Butterscotch turns his gaze towards the female, his nostrils inhaling her scent. He lets out a growl, and shoots up from his spot, pouncing on the poor female.

Gilda lays on the ground, staring at the ferocious beast before her. She slowly smiles at the fearsome creature, as she growls signaling her challenge to the male.

"This...this is getting a little violent," Vinyl said, shivering from the Zebra's touch, "are you sure this is the only way?"

"Yes," Zecora said, drawing circles on the mare's breast, "For our species to breed... he must give the right seed."

"That didn't seem to rhyme," Vinyl smirks, as her hand moved towards the zebra's rear.

Zecora giggles, kissing the mare on the cheek, "just shut up and enjoy the show."

Gilda and Butterscotch wrestle on the floor, with the male simply dominating over her. Gilda lays on the ground panting as her chest presses on the sweat covered silk. She smiles and growls as he rubs against her.

With a beast like cry, Butterscotch claims his prize. There was no love, no passionate kiss, just the primordial instinct of a beast satiating his lust.

One final thrust, and the butter yellow griffen falls atop the female. Panting as his eyes slowly close to enter a much needed sleep.

"I... win," Gilda panted, feeling the warm sticky juices flowing inside her, "I finally win."

"You did get a handicap," Vinyl said, watching as Butterscotch returned to his normal form, "He did like cum ten times before he transformed and all."

"S-still," Gilda turned her sights to the mare, "I won."

"Whatever you say," Vinyl chuckled, turning her gaze towards the window, "Still wished Octi was here... she might have actually joined in this time."

The unicorn received a chorus of agreement, all the while the stallion lay sleeping atop griffin.

A few weeks ago:

Butterscotch traverses the crowded streets, filled with the smiling faces of the towns residence and tables of sweets. He paused, and eyed a pie in the middle of a table filled with pastries.

"This looks nice," He moved to grab a piece, eyes watched as he places a piece on a plate. He takes a bit and his eyes, grow wide, "This is delicious... taste like Granny's..."

He eyes slowly close and his world grew dark.

"Aww where am I," He mumbled, trying to move his arms only to find they were tied together, 'Just like Xiao Long... and all that's missing is... ah there it is.'

The sounds of rattling chains echoed around him, as a figure moves towards him.

Light assaulted his eyes, and he blinks the blinding light away. Focusing his vision, he spots a mare before him.

"Hello deary," Granny Smith said, and smiled at the stallion.

"Hey Granny," Butterscotch sighed, he looked himself over, "Are the restraints necessary?"

"No... but it does add to the nostalgia," She said, as she wrapped chains around his ankle., "Just like my husband."

She sighs a smile on her aged face, which caused the stallion to smile himself. She locks the chains, and spread his legs wide.

"You know... AJ just has to ask," Butterscotch said, while looked around at the underground room, "Still... how did you get me here?"

"Ahem," A red stallion moves into the light, as he rubbed the back of his head, "Tha-that would be me."

Butterscotch shook his head and smiled, "Really Mac... so where you the one that put me in bed with your sister?"

Granny chuckled, and stared into his teal orbs, "Sorry... but that would be me." She pats his chest, "and let me tell yah... it was a bit hard trying to get yah in bed with AJ."

"Aye," Mac nodded, and took a seat on a crate, "it was a struggle trying ta haul yer butt down here."

"I get that alot," Butterscotch chuckled, he turned his gaze towards the rope that suspended him over the ground, "Still... why all this trouble?"

Mac turned his gaze towards the old mare and the pegasus followed. Granny Smith just smiled, and locked the chains to a post, one on each side of the room.

"There," She said, as she checked the integrity of the chains, "that should hold yah."

'Close,' Butterscotch smiled, and checked the chains for himself, 'These are really nice chains... too bad for the poles.'

"Now Mac," Granny turned to the red stallion, "Yah get your sister here and we can get things started."

Mac nodded and heads towards the exit as Granny's smiling face turned to the stallion, "Yah should have just taken the hint and taken AJ already."

"I know. I know," Butterscotch said, as he smiled at the elder mare, "and trust me... I would have jumped on it a long time ago... especially with that ass of hers."

Granny chuckled, she took a seat on a crate, "She definitely got that from mah side of the family."

"I see," Butterscotch eyed the old mare, "I can see it now that you mention it."

Granny nodded, her eyes softened upon the stallion. Butterscotch turned his gaze from the mare to the floor.

"You know," Butterscotch began, his smile faded, "I still don't know why you want me to have your granddaughter?"

Granny chuckled, she turned her orange eyes towards the stallion, "Your still hanged up about that."

Butterscotch nodded, as the mare continued, "Listen well boy... Ah can appreciate what you do fer ah living and so will Applejack... especially when yah get that mare in the sack." Granny smirked causing the stallion to shake his head and smile, "But that's not what you're worried about... is it?"

"No," Butterscotch responded, and turned his gaze back towards the floor.

"Relax son," Granny left her perch on the wooden crate, "you've been a good stallion... hay you're better than most stallions I've met in mah life." She placed her hand under his chin, moving his head so that he faced her, "and trust me... I've lived a long life tah know that."

Her smile did nothing for the emotion eating away at him, "Bu-but..."

"There are no buts," her grip intensified, which foeced him to look at her, "Ah understand why yah never told Mac about what yah really did." She let's go of his chin, and wrapped her arms around his waist, "you're a good stallion... and that's all I need tah know."

Tears form under his eyes, and the old mare wiped them away.

"Thanks Granny,” he said, as he cried from the warm embrace of the mare, “For everything.”

"No problem Scotch,” Granny said, ending the hug, “now act all scared and confused.” She moves away from the stallion, and into the shadows of the room, “and make sure ta give AJ a good time.”

Butterscotch shook his head, but smiled nonetheless from the mare’s odd method of hitching her granddaughter.

Hoofsteps sounded from above, as the door was violently swung open. Butterscotch blink from the sudden assault of sunlight, as an orange mare came barreling down the steps.

’Alright… time to… act I guess.’ Closing his eyes, he pretends to sleep.

“Butterscotch,” Applejack’s drawl echoes around the room, her muscled arms wraps around the stallion, “ah’m so glad yer alright!”

“A-Applejack,” he mumbled, slowly opening his eyes, “i-is that you.”

“Hold on fer a minute,” She said, she fondled with the rope that holded his form above the ground.

‘This is going to hurt,’ He thought, as he watched the mare untie his hands and hoped that she would have untied his legs first. Out of the corner of his eye he spots the old mare slowly making her way up the stairs, ’Huh… for an old mare… she would have made an amazing… what am thinking I probably would never sleep she was one.’

With the rope untied he fell onto the orange mare. The sudden weight, caused the mare to fall back and unto the floor with the heavy stallion on top.

“Well this awkward,” Butterscotch said, his face in between the mare’s breast. He removed his face from the soft orange mounds, he stared into her blushing, freckled face, “Yeah… sorry about this.”

Her eyebrow rose, “What do yah mean…”

The light from the open door faded, which caused the mare to wrap her arms around his frame.

“Calm down AJ,” Butterscotch said, his face met her firm bosom, “it’s just the door closing.”

“S-sorry,” She said, as she eased her grip on the pony, but her arms remained around his muscled frame. Turning her gaze towards his teal eyes, “Ah’m really sorry… about all this.”

“It’s alright AJ,” Butterscotch whispered, resting his head on her chest. Feeling her heart beat intensify, “I should have known better than to eat a random piece of pie.” He turns to look into her emerald orbs, she turned away from those soft teal eyes, “Though… this is actually better than pie.”

He moves his unbound hand down the mare’s side, while his free hand began to push off the ground. Gently breaking from the mare’s embrace, he moves up to face her reddening face. He stares into her sparkling emerald eyes, gently caressed her cheek, “Sooner or later… right.”

She nods, and shivered in from his touch. Butterscotch smiles, slowly moving down to plant a kiss on her lips. She closes her eyes from the touch of moistened skin.

Slowly parting her lips, he traces the entrance with his warm tongue, baiting the mare to make the first move. She takes the bait, meeting the stallion’s challenge for dominance.

Butterscotch , moved his hand down, and grasped the mares iron like hands. His fingers intertwine with hers, forming a powerful bond.

Breaking His hold on the mare’s lips, Applejack was the first to break the silence, “Tha-that was… amazing.” She smiles at the pony atop her, and he in turn nuzzles the mare.

“You have no idea,” he plants a kiss on her neck, “how long I’ve waited to do that you.”

“Re-really,” Applejack whispered, her free hand moving down his side, “Ah… always thought yah was never interested.”

“Nonsense,” he said, as moved to stare into her eyes, “I only ignored your first attempts since you were underage and all.”

She raises an eyebrow at the stallion’s statement, “And what’s that suppose ta mean?”

Butterscotch chuckles at the mare’s apparent confusion, “Do you even know how old I am?”

She shakes her head, her brown stetson crushed under her golden mane, “Ah always thought we was the same age.”

“Looks can be deceiving,” he said, as he kissed her cheek. The mare looked on in confusion as he whispered into her ear, “I’m turning twenty-nine this winter.”

Her eyes shrink, as the stallion moved to stare into her eyes.

“Y-you're kidding,” She gasped, watching him shake his head, “you're older than… mah brother!”

Butterscotch nods, “Yup… I do believe that was already established.” He lets go of her hand, but her grip remains, “Now what will you do?”

“What do you mean?” Applejack asks, increasing her hold on the stallion.

Butterscotch smiled already knowing the outcome, but he presses further, “you can still walk away AJ…”

His sentence was ended as the mare pulls him into a kiss. Her hand let go of his, only to wrap her arms around the pegasus, with a force that would break a normal pony’s back.

She breaks her hold on his lips, but tightened her grip on his waist, his wings pressed against his sides, “Ah ain’t ever gonna walk away.” She rolled, and flipped their position so she was on top, “Besides… Ah’ve been waiting a long time tah do this tah you.”

She removes her hold on his waist, sitting atop the pony, her hands moved towards the buttons of her shirt.

Butterscotch smiled, his hands on each side of her hips. He watched as the orange mounds are freed from their imprisonment.

Applejack smirked and felt his impatience poking at her rear, “you always this impatient.”

“No,” he responded, squeezing her rump, “but for you… then yes.”
Applejack smiled, and bent down to kiss the pony beneath her, “You always know what ta say… don’t cha?”

“Of course,” the stallion smiled, his hands moving to feel the sides of her mighty legs, “you don’t live as long as I have without knowing a thing or two.”

Applejack smirks, she stands up breaking his hold on her legs. She moves her hands down to unbutton her shorts, “Let’s test that shall we… all that experience of yours.”

She moves forward, her sex hovered above his muzzle. He smirks as the mare lowers herself. Butterscotch smiled, his tongue leaving it’s cage.

The mare shivers feeling the moist organ entering her folds, “Yah weren’t kidding… ah’m almost about ta.” She lets loose, as the stallion’s face was covered by warm liquid, “cum…”

The mare moves off the stallion, using a crate to support herself. Butterscotch stands, as he wipes the mares juices from his eyes. He turns to the panting mare, “You done already?”

“Like hey I am,” Applejack smiled, watching the smiling stallion remove his sweater, “Yah know… Ah always wondered why you wore that sweater.” She walks towards the pony, “But now ah understand.” She grabs on to his pants, pulling the half naked stallion into a kiss.

Butterscotch wraps his arms around the naked mare. Time moved slow for the two lovers as they enjoyed each others comfort.

None of them ever noticed the cellar door opened.

“Now where did ah leave mah purse,” Granny Smith said, walking down the stairs with each step creaking. She pauses upon seeing the two, “Well Ah’ll be… yah sure move fast don't cha.”

The two slowly break from the kiss, turning their heads towards the elderly mare.

“Now don’t yah mind me,” the old mare said, shuffling towards the rear of the room. Two pairs of eyes slowly watching the old mare, “Now are yah… ah here it is.”

She smiles and picks up an old red purse, turning around she heads towards the exit. Passing the two ponies, “Now you two get back tah whatever it was yer bout tah do.”

The two stood still, watching as the light fade from the room.

Butterscotch turns his attention back to the mare in his arms. He smiles, kissing the mare on her neck, “We can do this later…”

The mare cuts him, “Like hay I’d let yah do that.” She unbutton his pants, pulling it down so his member was freely standing, “Ah’ve waited to long… and it looks like yer ready tah go.”

The stallion smiles, his member in the grasp of the mare, “You should let me take the lead… I don’t think I could hold back anymore.”

“Do yah think yah can handle it,” Applejack smirked, she turns around, “cause ah ain't that easy tah mount.”

The mare props herself on a crate, her tail swished back and forth, revealing her wet slit. Butterscotch licks his lips, and removed his pants.

He places a hand on each cheek, slowly inserting himself. Applejack moans, feeling his very essence within her.

“Yer gonna have tah try harder than that if…” She began, only to feel the full weight of the stallion.

Butterscotch smirks at the mares prolonged moan, he increases the speed of his thrust adding his behind it. The sound of slapping flesh echoed through the tiny room, with the stallion holding on as the mare starts to buck.

She grips the edges of the crate, the wood cracking within her grasp. Applejack lets out a moan, followed by a stream of liquid flowed down the stallions leg.

Butterscotch feels his limit, and released his seed into the mare. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested atop the mare.

“Th-that was amazing,” Applejack gasped, and felt the stallion nuzzle the side of her neck, “I really wished… yah bucked me years ago.”

“I know what you mean,” Butterscotch said, fondled a teat, “wanna do it again?”

“You beat,” the mare said, feeling the stallion leave her hold, “but this time… it’s mah turn.”
Butterscotch smiled, letting go of the mare, “wanna play a game?”

Present:

The stallion laid atop the silken rug, his partners piled around him. He turns his gaze towards the window, the snow returning to cover the land.

’I hope Angel’s having fun,’ He thought, remembering the bunny’s trip to visit the grandkids. He turns to the sleeping griffin, ’I’ll be joining you soon buddy.’

He smiles, placing a hand on the griffins belly. He closes his eyes, retreating into the land of dreams.

The family he longed for, the children he wanted, all played through his mind.

Chapter 13

Princess Butterscotch

Chapter 13

Butterscotch shovels snow from the entrance to a shop. The structure of the building, resembling that of a carousel. Hench the name for the store, ‘Carousel Boutique’.

With the ponies wearing heavy winter clothing from the cold temperature. He wears his iconic sweater, as if the cold never bothered him.

He clears the path, as a mare walks up to him, a steaming cup in hand.

“That was quick,” the unicorn said, as she hands the stallion the cup.

“It’s only a few hoofs,” he said, and takes a sip from the cup of warm cocoa, “wow… this is good.”

“Thank you sweetie,” She smiles, and moves closer to the stallion. She rubs up against him and he drapes a wing over the mare. She turns her gaze towards the stallion, “You've change.”

“How so?” He asked, feeling her arm wrapped around his.

“You're usually so shy… so sweet,” She whispered, as she turned her eyes to the ground, “now you're so confident… so…”

She grows quiet, as blush forms on her muzzle and her grip on his arm tighten. Butterscotch smiles, “Rarity.” The mare turns her gaze towards the smiling stallion, “Is it that bad that I’ve changed?”

“No,” She responds, as she kisses his cheek, “I kind of like the new you.”

She places his hand on her breast, his wing hiding the action from the observers on the street.

“Rarity,” he whispers, gently fondling her breast, “You should be careful… I’m not the type of pony you should fall in love with.”

“You say that,” she smiles and nuzzles his head, “you’ve already proved to be a wonderful pony.”

“If you say so,” he takes as sip from his cup, the mare resting her head on his shoulder.

Older couples smile at the two, remembering their own times at that age. Younger audience, gagged at the show of affection. While the ones in the middle, either gush over the couple or grew jealous over a certain stallion.

Butterscotch's eyes popped open, his brow covered in sweat. He tries to move, but his arms are covered by a pair of reptilian arms, and the other was pressed against a mare’s chest.

He sighs and looked out the window, to the snow covered land. He mutters just a few words, u heard by his two sleeping companions, “At least it was only a dream…”

A Couple months ago:

The leaves changed, as the signs of winter started to show. Butterscotch gathers supplies for the coming winter.

As he purchased food, he over hears the town’s ponies deep in argument about two certain mares.

“No way,” An earth pony said, staring at the pegasus, “If she hadn’t used those wings of hers, Applejack would have won.”

“No pony said she couldn’t use her wings,” the pegasus shot back.

“It was an Iron pony competition,” The earth pony said, and glared at the pegasus, “It was all about a pony and their physical prowess."

"So her wings are a part of her... You're saying that wings aren't part of that."

"Not when you're doing tug of war and pull the flightless competition off the ground."

The pegasus, stands stock still, "well..."

Butterscotch shakes his head, with groceries in hand he heads home.

"Woah," Vinyl gasped, as she observes the letter before her. She turned toward the grey mare, "you weren't joking about getting hired for the gala."

"I know," Octavia gushed, over the letter, "they were so impressed at the festival that they put me on for the dance hall music team."

"That's so cool octi.... But are you sure about going back?"

Octavia looks at the cup in hand, then toward the stallion as he put the groceries away, "I'm over him Vi." She smiles as she watches the stallion.

Vinyl smirks, and lowers her voice, "you can just ask... He's a really great guy."

"I know Vinyl... It’s just that," she taps the table, and looked between the mare and stallion, "I’m just not ready."

Vinyl smiled, and placed a hand on top of hers, "don't worry... He's the type to wait even if you dont want to sleep with him."

Octavia smiled from the mares comforting words, she turns to watch Butterscotch leave the cottage.

The stallion walks up to a group of animals, he smiles and announces to the crowd, “All right is everyone ready?”

The animals let out a cry of yeses and Butterscotch smiled and turns, “Then let’s go!”

They fell in line behind the pony, and he leads them toward the burrows. Each animal segregated into it’s own group, snakes slithered with snakes, and the skunks hanged in the back.

Birds circled around the parade of animals, each counting off a lap, ready for the journey to the south. Butterscotch smiled, as he watched the playful youths play with one another.

“Come along now,” He said, as they dragged behind the group, “We have to get your burrows done today if you want someplace to sleep for winter.

The critters stopped and quickly rejoined the group. Butterscotch shook his head, and lead the parade of creatures toward their winter homes.

Once there the animals went to work on cleaning and prepping their homes. The stallion sat under a tree and baby sat the much younger residents. They climbed his body, and used him as a fort of sorts.

The mouse on his head was yelling orders to a squirrel, while a hedgehog ran toward his leg.

The squirrel threw acorns, at the intruder, while a snake was making it’s way behind the stallion. The snake used his wings as cover while the hedgehog distracted the squirrel.

All the while a bunny and possum were playing with tea.

The hedgehog became a ball of spikes, and the unbeknownst to the mouse, the snake slithered behind it. It’s fang filled jaws bit down on a flag behind the mouse.

Once seen by by the opposing team, the mouse held it’s head low and gave up it’s spot on the top of the ponies head. Thus the snake became the king of the mountain.

Butterscotch had his eyes closed, a smile on his muzzle from the children that played. Though it fades as thoughts of the past enter his mind, with the leaves changing color and the world around him grows silent.

Many years ago:

The young Butterscotch stood on a cloud, his weak wings failed to bring him a float. He watches as his long time friend and sworn brother face turned red, as he hovers in place just for a few seconds.

Butterscotch bit his lip, and put forth effort to try to fly above the clouds. A pair of ponies raced by him, and his long pink mane slapped against his face.

Butterscotch removed his mane from view, to glare at the two ponies. The tomboyish filly with fire like mane of orange and yellow weaved through pillars. While the other filly tailed behind her, her white mane slicked back from her high speed flying.

They scream in unison, “Sonic RainBoom!”

All the while, Butterscotch just shook his head and turned to his barely hovering friend, “Still don’t know what all the hypes about.”

“Tell me about it,” Bulky gasped, and fell on the soft cloud. He wipes the sweat from his brow, “It’s just one of those Hurricane’s flying really fast.”

Butterscotch nodded, as he continued to try to take lift from the cloud. A clear view of the earth, just below his hooves.

An hour goes by and he flew halfway to a cloud, but a sudden blast of magic threw him off his concentration. He looks down hoping to land on a cloud pushed by a counselor, but out of the corner of his eye, he spots the pony looking at the rainbow.

Bulky yells his name, but he was now too far to hear his friend. His short life flashes before his eyes as he plummets to the earth.

He lays on the ground, legs twisted and a rib poked through the surface. He stared at the cloud city, as blood filled his vision. The world felt cold to the colt, as the lids of his eyes slowly closed.

“You cannot die.” Butterscotch looked around the endless darkness, a voice echoed around him. It repeated those words again, “You must not die.”

“H-hello,” He said to the darkness, then a brilliant light filled his vision. He closes his eyes, from the force of the light.

When the intensity lowered he opened his eyes to see a pony before him. Her butterfly like wings spread light through the untold darkness, while her legs melded with it.

“Wh-who are you,” He asked the pony like creature, and the figure before him smiled.

“Who am I is not important,” She said, as light covered the colt. He giggled as the light tickled him, he looked up to the smiling mare. She brought the colt toward her, and held him in her mighty arms like a baby in a mother’s grasp. She whispered to the young pony, “you must wake up…”

The young colt’s eyes shot open, and the cloud city was in view. He stood up from the crater his body made, and began to dust off his torn clothing.

He looked around his surroundings, the animals around him watched the young colt as he stared at them.

“Butterscotch!” He turns to spot his friend on a chariot being pulled by a counselor. Bulky jumped off the chariot and flew toward the colt, his arms wrapped around him, “I’m so glad you're alright!”

“Y-yeah,” he gasped from his friend’s intense hug, once he let go Butterscotch looked at the white colt, “B-but what happened?”

“You fell off… that’s what happened!” Bulky punched him on the shoulder, as tears fell from his red eyes.

“Come on you two,” The counselor said, and looked at the gathering animals, a bear amidst the group “Let’s get out of here.”

Bulky helped the younger colt toward the chariot, and once on the councilor took off toward the cloud made city. All the while Butterscotch listened to his friend, but he looked back at the body shaped crater. He blinked for a moment, as he saw a tendril renter the ground.

Back to the tree:

Butterscotch opened his eyes, and asked himself the same question that plagued him through most of his life, ’Who was that…’

An argument broke out between the squirrels and rabbits. He sighed and made his way toward the arguing group, careful not to topple the hedgehog atop his head.

While the mare in his childhood continued to stay in the back of his mind.

Present:

The stallion donned his iconic sweater, the start of spring was just a few weeks away. The preparations for the the winter cleanup was today, and he needed to help the earth ponies gather the equipment to the field.

“Heading out,” Gilda said, her hands filled with plates of food. Butterscotch shakes his head from her appetite.

“Some of those better be for me,” Vinyl yawns and takes a seat on the kitchen table. She looks at the stallion and shook her head, “Still can’t believe you got her pregnant.”

Butterscotch shrugs, and made his way to the door, as the two began a silent battle of grab food was about to take place. He quickly closed the door as the sounds of shattering plates echos behind him.

Spreading his wings he makes his way toward the town.

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Snow movers!” Butterscotch covers his ears from the sudden shout of three fillies. Each had a shovel in hand and the three began to shovel snow away from the storage shed. Within the building was the equipment for the ponies to clean up winter.

Butterscotch sighs, knowing that it would take a while for the three fillies to clear path.

“Girls!” He calls out and three turns their attention to him, “I need you three for a very special job.”

“Yes!” A unicorn filly said, her curly pink and purple mane bounces as she moves toward him.

“I need you three to deliver a message to Mac for me,” He looks at all three fillies, and observes how two of them didn’t want to continue with the work, “Tell him I’ll have the plows out soon.” He reached into his pocket and produced three bits, “Then you girls can go to Sugarcube Corner for some cocoa.”

The three smile, with the bits quickly snatched up and the three fillies jump on a sled. The orange pegasus wings buzz, while a loud “thank you” was shouted by the three fillies. With wing propulsion at it’s max they zoomed down the snow covered road.

All the while, Butterscotch eyed the young pegasus and sighs, “Poor girl… gonna be a while till she flies.”

He turns and looks at the work before him, then to his surroundings. Spotting no pony near by he smiles and extends his wings, “This’ll be easier if I did this… I just hope we won’t get delayed for spring again.”

Standing in front of the doors, the edges of his wings covered in teal aura. He launches from the ground, and rockets forward. He stops some distance away and turns to watch as a wall of air, clears the snow covered ground. Snow piles on either side of the dirt road, and the wall of air slams into the stallion, but he stands firm on the ground.

With the snow cleared, he went about to assessing the plows.

What he finds however, are rusted steel and worn ropes. He let’s out a sigh, and begins to move a plow to a sloped platform.

“Going to have to sharpen these blades if they want to cut dirt,” He mumbles, with a stone in hand and a bucket of water, the dull blades were going to get a new edge on life.

“Yah sure are a fast one,” Mac said, as he enters the building after inspecting the sharpened plows he finished and placed outside. The red stallion walks up to Butterscotch and pats him on the back, “Yah sure your cutie mark isn’t a farm ponies cutie mark?”

“Sorry to disappoint you Mac.” Butterscotch dumped the stone into the bucket, then returned the smooth stone to steel, “but my passion is with animals.”

“Shame,” Mac smirks, as he straps on the ropes to pull the contraption off the slope, “Really could use yer help to move the snow off the field this year.”

“By the looks of it.” Butterscotch looks out the door, a group of earth ponies standing to gather the plows to be moved to the fields, “Looks like you have enough of them on your hands.”

“Yah say that,” Mac mumbles as he watches a couple of the newly aged stallions play fight in the snow. Mac grumbles his resentment, “These stallions just got off the teat.”

Butterscotch chuckles, his friend deep voice reaching his ears. He says to the stallion, “Careful Mac… you were one them once.”

Mac shakes his head, and begins to move the plow. Hr turns to give out on last comment, “We’ll be back soon fer the rest… but you’ll probably be done by then.”

“Of course,” Butterscotch answers, his eyes not leaving the blade and stone.

“Then yah better get to the Mayor’s office and pick up yer vest.” Mac pulled on the plow, and heads outside to deal with the greenhorns.

“Thanks Max,” Butterscotch shouts after the stallion. He continues to work as the booming voice of his friend yelling at the stallions to fall in line reaches his ears.

With completion of the plows, the stallion heads toward town hall. What would have been an hour of trudging through the snow, was only a few minutes for the winged pony.

Upon arrival, a group of ponies stood in front of the hall, each adornes a vest of different colors.

Butterscotch lands and heads for the mayor’s office, while the others gossip about the upcoming Winter Wrap Up.

“Hello Butterscotch,” The mayor greets, her white wavy mane held in a ponytail. She looks at the stallion and reaches for a vest from under her desk, “I believe you're here for this.”

“Thanks mayor… are you sure I should be the coordinator for the animals?” He ask, as she hands him the vest.

“Of course,” the mayor claps her hands, a smile on her muzzle, “After all… your way with the animals will be able to help us complete the preparations faster than with Whistle Call.”

“Really now,” Butterscotch mumbles, and looks out the window at the gathering of leaders. Then it hits him, “You’ve replaced last years event leaders haven’t you.” He turns to the mayor and asks, “Why?”

“Can’t really fool you can I,” She said and moves to look out the window. She clasps her hands together behind her back, “I was hoping that their youth can speed up things… after the last few years delays.”

“I see what you mean,” Butterscotch said, remembering the two years of delays that caused spring to be held back for a few days, “But wouldn’t their inexperience cause problems.”

“Your one to talk,” The mayor giggles, and Butterscotch raises an eyebrow. She turns to face the stallion and points a finger at him, “Who was the pony that coordinated the orphanages fundraisers… or made sure the animals wouldn’t bother the scouts on their weekend camping trip.”

Butterscotch winches, as the Mayor continues with large grin on her muzzle, “You may have gone unnoticed by most of the ponies Mr. Butterscotch… but what what passes through my office.” She spreads her arms wide to prove her point, “Maybe from the gratitude of the ponies you’ve helped.” The mare points a finger at the stallion, “But I know that you’re one magnificent pony.”

A blush forms on his muzzle and rubs the back of his head, “I-I didn’t do that much…”

“Nonsense,” She cuts him off, “i’ve had enough ponies that came in here with how you’ve helped others or them in particular and yet you’ve gone unnoticed.” She places a hand on his shoulder and looks into his teal eyes, “I have full confidence that you can those girls and help make sure Spring comes along without a hitch.”

“Y-yes mam,” Butterscotch said, a smile on his muzzle.

“Now you better get to know your fellow leaders,” She said, and motions for him to go out the door. Butterscotch nods and leaves the mayors office.

As he was walking down the steps of the building, he stops as a thought hit him.

’That sly mare,’ He looks at the top of the stairs, a smirk forms on his muzzle, ‘she lead me around like dog on the leash… she really knows how to manipulate ponies.’

He chuckles, as he heads down to greet the newly formed group. The ponies that will lead the clean up of winter, and soon his friends will awake from their slumber.

As he leaves the building, he stops to look at the snow covered buildings. He takes a step forward, and stops as he hears a scream from up above. His eyes shrank, and he channels manan through his body. It was to close for him to move out the way, and as the but of a grey mare slams unto his face. The stallion slams unto the wooden walkway, and his world slowly fades.

Chapter 14

chapter 14

Butterscotch lays in bed, his nose wrinkles at the sterile environment around him. He looks out the window, the green grass finally buds as the birds return from their southern trip.

“Just my luck,” he sighs, he looks up towards the ceiling and begins counting the tiles, to stave off the boredom.

As he reaches the twenty second tile and counts off the holes, in said tile, a visitor enters the room. Butterscotch stops to look at the new pony at the door. Her blonde mane in a sporadic mess, as her golden orbs stared at the floor.

The stallion smiles and greets the mare, “Hello Ditzy.”

Her grey wings flinch as her name was called. Those golden orbs slowly rise to stare at the stallion in the bed of white.

“H-hello Butterscotch,” She said, shifting in place as one eye returns to the tiled floor, while the other wonders about.

Butterscotch sighs, but he made sure she didn’t see it. Putting on a smile he speaks to the mare, “You know… I’ve already forgiven you for slamming into.” He raises a hand to stop her from condemning herself, “And I think we’ve already gone over all this… so why not bring out those muffins already.”

Her gray muzzle shows a tint of red, as the basket hidden behind her was revealed. She sheepishly smiles as she walks toward the bed, with basket held out.

Butterscotch chomps down on a muffin, while the mare takes a seat next to the bed. He savors each bite, for the hospital may have food but was lacking quantity that he wanted.

“Mhmm… so happy to finally have something to eat,” Butterscotch sighs, from the flavorful basket of food.

The grey mare giggles from the sight of the pony, all the food in the basket gone in just a few minutes.

Butterscotch turns to the mare a smile on his face, “Thanks for the food… I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem.” She rubs the back of her head and her blush intensifies from his complement.

The stallion shakes his head and rest against the pillow. His ears twitch as he hears the sounds of hooves nearing his room. Ditzy on the other hand smiles at seeing his content face.

The door opens, and a mare enters the room, her horn glows as a clipboard travels behind her.

“Good morning Mr. Butterscotch,” She said, a smile on her muzzle. Her eyes fall on the stallion, then travels toward the mare seated next to him, “I see you're here again Ms. Doo.”

“Good morning Ms. Stitch,” Ditzy greets the blue unicorn, as the mare makes her way to the stallion.

“So how much longer?” Butterscotch asks, as the mare’s horn glows. A silver aura covers his body, the doctors brow furrows while a pen wrote over the clipboard. Butterscotches eye twitches as he observes the mares facial features, ‘That doesn’t look good.’

The scan ends, and mare looks at the stallion, “It seems that the fracture to your skull has finally healed…”

She trails off, only to make Butterscotch inwardly sigh at the mares actions. A clap to his side brought his attention toward the grey mare.

“So he can go home now.” Ditzy smiles at the stallion, only to have her face fall from his saddened face.

“If that were the case… then yes,” The doctor said, eyes returning to the clipboard, “but we still have some test to do.”

Butterscotch sighed and turned to look at the worried mare next to him. Her downcast eyes and ruffled feathers tore away at his heart. He quickly returns it to the lab coat wearing mare, “So what’s the problem this time?”

“If only I knew,” She sighed, and turned around to head out the door. She quickly looks at the stallion, “Get some rest and I’ll have the rest of the results as soon as I can.”

She gives him a nod and heads out the door. Butterscotch thanks the mare, but as the door closes he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose.

“Uhm… is everything okay,” Ditzy asks, her golden orbs worriedly looks at the pony in bed.

Butterscotch puts on a smile, “I’m fine… just not good enough for me to leave this hospital.” He sighs as he looks out the window, birds flew through the sky, while the animals frollicked in the fields.

“I’m really sorry,” Ditzy mumbles, her eyes returning to the floor.

Butterscotch places a hand on her lap, and as her eyes met his, a smile dons his muzzle, “I already told you that I forgive you… besides.” He repositioned himself, so that he sat on the bed, “It wasn’t your fault.”

The mare blushes from the gown wearing stallion, she twirls her thumbs then says, “y-yeah… hehe.” She giggles as she remembered the incident, “Who knew loading cargo in mid air was such a dumb idea.”

“You do have a point.” He smiles as he wonders why a moving company needed to load items in mid air. The two sat in silence, thinking of the odd circumstance, but their thoughts were interrupted by a nurse walking into the room.

“Hello Mr. Scotch,” She greets the stallion, and smiles when she sees the mare, “And you two Ms. Doo.”

“Hello Ms. Redheart,” Ditzy said, and waved at the nurse as she brings in a cart of food.

The nurse stops as she spots the basket and a half eaten muffin. She smiles and turns to the stallion with a smirk on her muzzle, “I see you’ve already eaten… hmm now what will I do with all this food.”

“Good to see you too Redheart,” he said, as the mare shakes her head and hands him his lunch.

“I really wonder how you can put all that food away,” the nurse said, while Butterscotch bites down on an apple. The nurse looks him over, her eyes moved down lower.

“So any news to what’s taking my release so long.” He cuts her thought’s, before all the odd nooks and crannies of the hospital are filled with her sweet moans. ‘I really wonder if that sponge bath was necessary… I do have a shower after all.’

Butterscotch watches as the mare’s thought’s returned to earth. A sheepish smile adorns her muzzle, while he sat there looking calm.

“There were some complications with the scans… but rest assured.” She clapped her hands, while his ears perked in anticipation, “We’ll have them done before weeks end.”

His ears splayed from the news, and he could only look at the mae. He sighs and let’s the boiling anger fade away, “That’s fine… as long as I’m getting out of here.”

“That’s the spirit!” Redheart smiles, and returns to cater to the other patients.

Butterscotch returns to his meal, while the grey mare looks on in question. Though by the looks of the pony before her, she decides to keep it to her self.

‘Something just doesn’t add up,’ Butterscotch though, as a carrot enters his mouth, ‘Why would she say that when the doctor just came in here… hmm.’

Time passes and the grey mare said her goodbyes, leaving the stallion by himself. With his meal gone, and nothing better to do, he returns his gaze to the window.

The sound of squeaky wheels forces his ears to perk toward the source. Turning his head to the open door, he spots a trolley laden with books. The pony behind the cart stops in front of his room.

“Need a book to read, Sir?” The pony asks, and the stallion in bed nods.

“Yes please,” Butterscotch said, and the pony makes his way inside the room. The cart is pushed to the side of the stallion, for his convenience, so he can go over the selection.

As Butterscotch goes through the titles, his eyes stops dead at a certain book.

“Daring Doo and The Guardian of the Lost City,” He mumbles, his hands hold onto the hard cover, and lifts the book from the cart.

“Ahh Daring Doo,” The pony next to him said, he reads the title and nods at the stallion’s choice, “That one is one of the most interesting from the series… I’ll leave you be.”

The smiling pony pushes the cart out of the room, as Butterscotch opens the book.

“The stench of the sewers was overwhelming to Daring’s nose,” He read aloud, his eyes scanning the page, “Far below the depths of Prance lays a cryptid maze of the dead. Skeletons of past lives, cover the walls of the underground labyrinth. Their presence long gone, but to the ever adventurous mare never did she turn back. Even as their eyeless sockets followed her every step. Though unbeknownst to the mare someone was following her every step…”

Years ago in the underground crypts of Prance:

A mare walks down the maze of the forgotten, her hand firmly clasped around a lantern. It’s light shined on the white bones that covered the walls, like bricks.

She moves a hand across her sweat covered brow, and grumbles her resentment of the cave, “Why somepony would put the entrance to this place under the museum.” She grits her teeth at the thought of those thieves that stole her prized artifact, “when I get my hands on them.”

Her hands clenched on the lantern, while she continued down the trail of the robbers.

Unbeknownst to the gold mare, a figure trails behind her. Keeping its distance from the light, but close enough to grab hold of the mare.

Daring stops in her tracks, in front of her was a chamber filled doors. The dome like structure was large enough for her to stretch her wings and circle the room, but the closed doors caused her to pause.

“This doesn’t look good,” She mumbled, as she looked around the room. She steps into the dome like structure, her rose colored eyes scanned the chamber. The door she stepped through closes, causing the mare to turn.

What she hoped to see was the sealed door, and how she would have to search for a way out. Though the figure that was in front of her, frightened the mare.

The armored being was covered from head to hoof with pitch black armor. The distinctive chest piece, indicated that this was a mare. Everything about this figure sent shivers down the adventure’s spine.

The armored mare, moves forward causing Daring to enter into a fighting stance, dropping the lantern in the process. The lantern shatters on the floor, as the armored figure moves forward.

Daring jumps back, trying to keep her distance away from the mare. The dark armored figure continued to move forward, as Daring’s muscles tensed at the armored foe.

Daring watched as the figure walks past her, toward a closed door. The mares eyes grow wide as she watched the armor clad mare lift a door. The sound of the locks breaking, grated against her ears.

The armored being reaches inside and Daring was able to see her pull down a lever. With the door locked in place the figure turns to the mare, it’s armored hand motions for her to follow.

It walks into the newly opened hall, and with little options for her, the adventurer follows behind the pony.

An hour passes, and the two walked down the halls of bones. Daring was mystified of the pony before her. The mare was radiating light, a much needed comfort in the otherwise pitch dark hall. With her lantern long gone, Daring could only hope that this pony was a friend.

“You shouldn’t have come down here.” Daring flinched, from the pony’s voice. It was distorted, but daring could here a stallions voice behind it.

Daring shook her head, the thought of the pony’s identity was put back behind her head. She kept her gaze forward as she addressed the pony, “So… where are you taking me?”

The pony stopped in it’s track and Daring did the same. The armored pony turns to the mare, it’s glowing eyes stared into hers. The figure chuckles, filling the hallowed halls with it’s gritting laughter.

“You really are the Daring Doo aren’t you.” The pony turns, it’s armored hoofs clacked on the the hardened floor. The pony continues to speak as Daring quickly follows, “Most ponies would be afraid of me… but I see that you’ve face worst.”

“You could say that,” Daring said, while the halls grew brighter from the ponies presence. She could only watch, mesmerized by his radiance.

They turn a corner, and Daring gagged at the sight of the dead bodies. The bodies lay torn, their entrails long gone.

“Looks like Benny got loose again.” The armored pony walked toward the corpses, he rifles through the pile and produces a burlap sack from the mess of entrails. He turns to look at the mare, “I believe this belongs to you.”

Daring grabs hold of the sack, the blood of the thieves dripped from the sack. She opens the bag and finds the missing artifact.

“We should go,” The pony before her said, and moves past the bodies.

Daring looked at the bag in her hands, and then towards the pony. She had the treasure in her hands and could simply run away from this pony, but somehow she didn’t want to.

The pony stops, and gives out a warning that sent shivers down her spine, “We should go… before Benny comes around.”

Daring quickly followed behind the pony, from the way the corpses were torn apart. She did not want to meet this Benny.

Present:

Butterscotch stops, and flips back to a page. He sighs at the wording on the page, “She really watered down this didn’t she.”

He taps the bottom of his chin, and chuckles at the mares writing. A smile dons his muzzle as the memories of his time with mare plagues his mind.

“Still can’t believe Vera let her go…”

Within the labyrinth:

“So… what is this place,” Daring asked, as she continued to follow the pony. It had been hours since she met the pony, as he guided her through the maze under the sparkling city. Though with each passing step, the ever changing bones, sparked her curiosity.

From ponies to dragons, even the skeletons of monstrous beast lined the walls. So many lives surrounded her, yet the ever present question of how they came to be plagued the mares thoughts.

“You really are a strange mare,” The guide said, it’s chuckling voice was like grating grant against a chalkboard, “But it’s quite a long story.”

“I have the time,” Daring smirked, careful to keep her distance from the pony.

“That you do,” it said, as they turn another corner of the seemingly endless maze, “Then I guess I should start from the beginning...”

“But can you first do something about your voice,” Daring begged, her hands firmly clasped on her ears.

The figure just laughs then says, “Give me a second.” The armored being body glows and the voice that projected from the suit was deep and seductive to the mare’s ears, “How’s this?”

“Better.” The mare was in mental battle on whether to rip the armor off, to find out what manner of pony was under the fearsome suit.

The pony chuckled and continued to tell the tale of the labyrinth, “A long time ago there lived a queen. The first to conquer and unify this country.” He points to the wall, “As you can see… it wasn’t such a peaceful conquest.”

Daring gulped, as her eyes grew wide at the many skeletons that lined the walls. The armored pony continued to talk, “There were many that stood against her, both enemy and friend wanted to watch her demise.”

The guide goes silent and let the weight of his word sink in. They pass another corner, and the pony started to speak again, “Many fell before her… and by the end of her conquest.”

They reach a door and the pony turns to stare at the mare, it’s eyes glowed causing the mare to flinch under it’s glowing eyes, “She stood atop a throne of corpses.”

The pony turned and pushed opened the double doors. Daring could hear the groans and scrapping of the door, “You might want to head out first… I can’t hold these doors for long.”

The mare nodded and made her way past the door. Daring turned to watch the pony go through the doors, and as he passed the doors quickly shut, a loud bang echoed from the closing of the door.

Daring blinked and moved closer to exam the door. There was a circular handle, and her hand wrapped around it. She tried to open the door, but the more she tried to open the door, the more she felt shoulder ready to pop.

“You should probably stop,” The armored pony said, as it looked on at the struggling mare, “it weighs more than ton.”

“No way,” Daring gasped, as she stopped her attempts to open the double doors, “these handles are heavier than the idol.” The mare looks at the bag firmly tied to her side then to the latch.

The pony next to her chuckles, and motions for the mare to follow, “Come… it’s almost sunrise and even I have somewhere to be.”

Daring took one last look at the door, and then followed behind her guide.

“So… about this queen?” Daring asked, as she took a look around the stone covered tunnel. The sudden change from a cave of the dead to a modern stone tunnel, perplexed the mare.

“Ah yes… the queen,” The pony in front of her said, its armored hoof clacked against the stone, “Hmm… we’re almost to the exit. Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“Of course,” Daring said, a smile on her muzzle.

The pony in armour giggled at the mare’s enthusiasm, “Then I shall satiate your curiosity a bit more.” The pony takes a deep breath and continues the story, “after the blooded war over the land. The queen erected a castle on the very land where she massacred her opposition.” He stops in front of a channel of flowing water.

Daring watched as a snake slithered in the water, it’s head nearly as big as her torso. The snake only took one glance at them, and continued to flow down the waters path.

The armored pony jumps over the channel, and Daring followed after.

They head down a tunnel as the pony returned to the story, “Once she erected the castle a curse befell her. The rage and anger of the fallen have consumed the mare, making her into a demonic entity.” The pony turned a corner and as Daring followed after, she only saw a dead end, a ladder leading to the surface was the only thing there.

“That ladder will take you to the edge of the city.” Daring’s heart pounded against her chest , and quickly turned to spot the pony behind her. It’s finger pointed to the ceiling, “Though do be careful… the street has quite a few thieves.”

The pony turned, and started to move forward. Daring watched as the pony slowly melded with the darkness, a smart thing to do was to let it go. Though something in Daring told her to stop them before they were gone.

“Wait!” Daring grabbed hold of the ponies cape, but flinched when she found out, that held within her hands was a leathery wing. She quickly let go, “Sorry about that.”

The figure turned to look at the mare, “Is something wrong?”

“No… just…” Daring sighs, and gathers her resolve to stare at the pony. She gulped down, when her eyes met those glowing orbs, “I-I just wanted to know what happened to the queen.”

“Ah… the Queen,” The pony before said, its armored hand tapped on it’s chin, “are you sure… I mean you could just simply walk away.”

Daring nodded, “I really want to know… if that’s not any trouble.”

“Fine… but it’s going to take some time to do so and I do have to get to work.” The armored being mulled his options, then it snapped it’s fingers, “How about I meet you later… in a much more comfortable setting.”

“That sounds reasonably,” Daring smiled, with the fact that it didn’t say no, “Here… I’ll give you my address.”

The figure raised its hands to stop her, “There’s no need for that.” Daring watched the pony step back into the shadows, it’s body being dissolved in the darkness, “After all… we already know where you live.”

Daring shivered at the pony’s proclamation, her eyes never left the scanned the darkness for the telltale glow of the pony. Alas this pony was gone from her sight.

With the treasure on her side, Daring turned to climb the ladder…

Present:

“Daring left the wretched sewers, and entered the slum streets of Prance,” Butterscotch read aloud, he stops to rub his eyes. He marks the page, and stares out to the setting sun. He smiles and returns his gaze toward the book, “She really knows how to write a story.”

He cracks his neck and made his way to the bathroom. As he locks the door behind him, he turns on the fan and stares at the paneled ceiling.

“Time to get to the bottom of this,” he mumbled, as he stands on the toilet to make his journey toward the doctors office.

He quickly makes his way through the many twist and turns of the darkened passage way. With dinner already served and eaten, he has all the time in the world to find the documents he needed.

He stops, and checks his location by pulling one of the panels up. He peeks through the tiny gap, and spot the mare’s changing from their uniforms to more casual clothing.

He gently slips the panel back in place and mumbles, “If this ones the changing room… then the office should be twenty tiles down.”

Butterscotch starts his count, and as he reaches his mark the panel was lifted enough for him to peek through. Down below was the pony held him the hospital and some other pony in a suit.

The stallion listens into their conversation.

“What do you mean by that?” The pony in the suit ask, her eyes moves from the file in her hands to the pony at the table, “Please elaborate doctor.”

“It’s just as I said.” The doctors shoulders sag, as she repeats what she has told the mare for what seems like the tenth time, “Like I told… that thing in his chest is there to stay.”

“But can’t we remove…”

“No!” The doctor slaps the table and glares at the pony before them, “If we do that he will die.”

“Then what can we do!” The mare asks, as she sinks into the chair.

“He seems to be doing fine… and from what he told me, it doesn’t seem to bother him.” The doctor looks over his notes.

“What am I going to tell the Princess,” The mare in the suit groans, her hands slapping her forehead, “they're not going to be happy with this.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over this,” The doctor said, as she closed the folder in her hands. She hands it to the mare across her, “but I’m happy I don’t have to face the Princess’s with this.”

“Yeah whatever,” The mare in the suit grumbles, she grabs hold of the folder and looks at it, “How does a pony like that get a three inch spike in his chest.”

“Who knows.” The doctor shrugs, and leans back in her chair, “he was vague about the whole thing.”

“Tell me about,” The suited mare grumbles, and puts the folder into a brief case, “he was gone for nearly a decade and he somehow reappears just a few years ago.”

Butterscotch carefully places the panel back, ‘That was interesting… I thought I would have to sift through her files.’
The stallion makes his way back to his room, careful not to make a sound.

“Still,” He mumbles, as he passes the ventilation ducts, “Why are they looking into my past.”

Butterscotch’s eyes glow, as the thought of his past raced through his mind. He stops for a brief moment, and places a hand on his chest.

“Dammit Vera,” He grits his teeth, from the thought of the metal in his chest, “Still can’t believe she put that thing in me.”