Princess Butterscotch

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.