Princess Butterscotch

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.