Princess Butterscotch

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.