Princess Butterscotch

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.