Princess Butterscotch

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.