Author's Note

Sorry for the wait on this one. I had a very long week.

Some Nights

I barely had time to catch my breath before Scotch trotted back down the stairs with bottle of lube clenched between his teeth. I sat up with a rush of both excitement and nerves. I’d never bucked a pony in the plot before.

He placed the lube in my lap and smiled sweetly. “You look a little nervous, are you sure you’re ready?”

I nodded my head, gulping in hopes that it would wash away any anxiety I had. “Yeah, Scotch, definitely.”

“Glad to hear it. Would you mind helping me?” he asked, bending forward on the rug in front of me and raising his plot high into the air. He lifted his tail and flicked it over to one side, giving me an awesome view of what hid behind it. The idea of sneaking a peek at his plot had never crossed my mind before that night. So it was the first time I had really ever looked at it, or admired it.

Compared to the rest of his slender body, his plot was nicely rounded and plump. Just the kind of plot I liked. My eyes moved up and down its curvature in admiration. The edges of his butterfly cutie marks seemed to shimmer in the light. I then moved my eyes inwards and caught sight of his surprisingly great looking entrance. Whoever thought a plothole could look that sexy? I never did, until then. The tight hole was rounded perfectly like a ring. Its wrinkled skin looked soft and plump like a cushion.

Above that was his dock. I don’t know about you, but I’ve always had a thing for docks. Something about that little triangular patch of fur, muscle, and bone has always turned me on. Maybe it’s the fact that you only really get to see it when a filly, or in this case, colt lifts their tail. It’s sort of like a sign that says they’re fully exposed. Below, his balls hung tightly and excitedly in their sack, which was also surprisingly pretty sexy looking. I could also see he was hard, rock hard.

“What are you waiting for, Blitzy?” he asked, peering over his shoulder and then turning his eyes down to the lube in my lap.

I quickly shook myself and climbed off of the couch to sit on the floor directly in front of his delicious looking plot. I squirted out a glob of the clear liquid onto my hoof and brought it up to his hole. He let out a (really sexy) gasp of delight as I slathered the cold lube around his ring. I watched lustfully as it slowly dripped down over his taint and balls, glistening in the light.

“You know, getting the outside of me all nice and slippery isn’t going to help,” he explained.

I didn’t care. Getting lube all over his backside was so freaking hot. I squirted a much bigger glob onto my hoof and slathered it messily around his plothole, making sure to get the fur on his flanks nice and soaked too. He gasped again, this time less from surprise and more from pleasure. He knew exactly what I was going for then.

I groped and massaged his wet flanks deeply, causing him to pant heavily and moan. They were perfect, fat enough that they squished and jiggled beneath my hoof, but no so fat that they lost their nicely rounded shape. Who would’ve guessed Scotch had a perfect plot? Definitely not me. I wanted so badly to give him a nice spank, but I was worried I might hurt him. He, of course, wasn’t as fragile as I thought, but he was definitely sensitive. I gently raised my hoof and brought it down slowly in an un-climactic tap against his cheek.

“Mmm, harder, Blitzy!” he moaned. I shrugged and gave him another tap, a bit more force in it than the last time. “Harder!” he demanded. Scotch demanding things? Now that was different. I gave his cheek a real slap, realizing how badly he wanted it. I watched lustfully is his flank giggled from the blow. “HARDER!” he gasped in a politely quiet yell. “Spank me like I’m a bad, naughty colt!”

I bit my lower lip as I raised my hoof high, and brought it down harshly with a loud smack. He groaned with delight as his cheek giggled violently from the blow and slowly grew red. “Mmm, fuck yes, Blitzy!”

His wings, along with mine, stuck out rigidly from our sides. I don’t think I’d ever been more turned on in my life. His body visibly shook with both excitement and pain. I slapped my hoof against his other cheek, causing him to moan and groan each time it connected with his skin. I squeezed some more lube onto the tip of my opposite hoof and teased it at his tight, and I mean really tight, entrance.

With both of his flanks now a rosy red, I concentrated my attention on his plothole. I pushed my hoof harder and harder against its soft skin, but couldn’t seem to get even the slightest bit inside him. I knew my cock was going to love it. The tighter the better. Finally with a quick forceful thrust and a painful groan from Butterscotch, the tip of my hoof was inside him.

“Just lubing you up like you said,” I teased, giving him a smirk as he peaked over his shoulder at me.

“Um, you know, it might be easier if you just lube yourself up.”

“Yeah, I know, I know…but I’m really liking this. I bet you are too,” I said, teasing in and out of him.

“Ngghh yes,” he moaned.

As I continued playing with his plothole I couldn’t help but admire the messy sight before me. His flanks were completely soaked with lube, and streams of the glistening liquid ran down his thighs and to his legs. I could already see a small, clear strand of precum hanging from his tip. Hot!

His plothole was so soft and squishy. I had the sudden urge to lick it. Weird, right? Eh, not really. Anyways, I did exactly that. I pulled my hoof away and gave him another spank before leaning in with my mouth wide open. He gasped lovingly and his hole clinched excitedly as my tongue made contact. I gave its soft, wrinkled surface a slow, deep lick, causing it to quiver with pleasure.

I couldn’t help myself, I began to lick faster, more lovingly, and more sloppily. Drool dribbled down over his ring and my chin. I realized that night how much I really like plotholes. I wrapped my mouth around its surface, kissing deeply while I twirled my tongue around in a circle. I then sucked in, pulling the plump skin into my mouth. Butterscotch groaned loudly as I sucked and slurped at his delicious ponut.

I pulled away, drool streaming down my chin. I was more than ready. “I want you inside me, Blitzy!” And Scotch was too. I grinned and nodded my head at him as he peered cutely over his shoulder again. The bottle of lube was already almost empty. Maybe I went a little overboard with it. Totally worth it. I squeezed the rest of its contents over my stallionhood and spread it up and down with my hoof, making sure it was nice and slick for entrance.

My heart began to pound as I crawled over top of him, my hot, sweaty fur brushing against his own as I rested on his back, and wrapped my hooves around his chest. I positioned myself so that my tip was directly targeted in on his ponut. My heart began to race even faster as I gently prodded against its soft, and now very slippery surface. Suddenly an odd thought crossed my mind. I’m really about to buck Butterscotch, what the hay! It was true. It was totally weird, and I don’t just mean the fact that he was a colt either. We had been friends since we were little foals. We had one of those tight brotherly bonds that could never be broken for as long as I could remember, and all of the sudden, we were about to have sex.

We were finally taking what we had to the next level, and that was just strange. It wasn’t a bad kind of strange though. It was just different. I knew it would change everything. I sucked in a deep breath of air as I assured myself I was ready for whatever changes, complications, and all the good stuff it would bring too.

I gave a slightly harder thrust and felt my tip squash against his tight little entrance. I just then realized that what I was about to buck was no marehood, and remembered how tight I was expecting it to be. I prodded excitedly, letting my tip push against his deliciously plump skin. I wasn’t sure exactly how to go about actually penetrating him. I was worried that I’d hurt him…but considering the fact that I’d already spanked the shit out of him (not literally, of course. All the weird scat fetish stuff isn’t really my thing), he’d probably enjoy it. I decided to make sure for good measure though.

I leaned my muzzle forward towards his ear and whispered, “You ready?”

“Mmm, yes, take me,” he moaned, squinting his eyes and clenching his teeth in preparation. I gave a powerful thrust, but still, nothing happened. I could feel the tight muscles spreading as my tip eased its way closer and closer to entering. Damn, Scotch, you’re gonna be one tight buck.

He was slowly stretching wider and wider, but I still wasn’t inside him. I could’ve easily given another harsh thrust and be done with it, but the whole anticipation thing of what was to come was really getting me off. Once my tip was inside, it would be smooth sailing from there. Well, until he hit my ring. With a sudden and extremely quick plop which surprised me and Scotch both, my tip was inside him, along with a couple inches of my shaft. He let out a loud groan, shuddering at the sudden pain.

I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt inside him. It was even better than I first imagined. His hot insides fit snuggly around my tip and shaft, actually tightly to be exact. His ponut squeezed around me as if asking for more. This was going to be awesome!

Wanting to get the whole experience by having time to feel the new sensations, and being a bit soft because it was Butterscotch, I started out slowly. My throbbing shaft was squeezed tightly as it passed through his entrance, and then engulfed by his insides as I pushed in inch after inch. I couldn’t help but grunt with pleasure at how tightly my shaft was being squeezed. I could feel Scotch’s body trembling slightly beneath my own. Considering how tight he felt on me, I’m sure it really hurt.

“You okay?” I asked, a bit worried.

“Mhm, I’ll be fine once I loosen up,” he said with a nod and turned his eyes towards me as I hung my head down beside his own.

I frowned as my ring reached his ponut, causing me to come to a sudden and rather disappointing stop. “Are you ready for it?” I asked, knowing that it would be nearly just as bad as the tip, and after that, my cock grew thicker near the base.

His trembling got worse for a few seconds and then slowed to a stop as he clenched his teeth again. Knowing he was as ready as he ever would be, I gave a hard thrust and my ring went inside him with an audible pop, just like my tip. He groaned loudly and gasped, a string of drool trailing out of his mouth and onto the floor below.

“You alright?” I asked again.

He looked up at me with watering eyes, but smiled softly and nodded his head. “Kiss me, Blitzy.”

With those adorable eyes, I’d have done just about anything he would’ve asked me at that point. I gave him a comforting nod as I turned my snout and wrapped my lips around his. I knew exactly what his tactic was. The kiss was a way to distract him from the pain when I pushed the rest of me inside him. In a way I felt horrible for what I was doing, seeing how much pain he was in, but at the same time I could tell he was enjoying it. For a moment I wondered exactly what it felt like to have a stallionhood forcing its way up inside me. I tried to figure out exactly what both pain and pleasure would feel like. I quickly pushed the thought away and brought myself back into the present. This was about me bucking Scotch, not me being bucked.

I kissed him deeply as I pushed the rest of my cock inside him, all the way to its base. Long, drawn out breaths pushed out of his mouth into mine. He was trying his best to fight the pain.

After a few more seconds of kissing, he broke away, and gazed deeply into my eyes. My heart began to pound again as I gazed back. “Buck me, Blitzy, I’m ready,” he stated in a confident tone, odd for him.

I nodded my head and slowly pulled out, but pushed in before my ring could pull back out. It felt amazing, so much tighter than a marehood. The squeezing around my cock increased the pleasure by at least twenty percent…what? You know you love that catchphrase. I was bound to have it in here somewhere, in reality though, it was more than twenty percent, maybe thirty, forty? No matter what the percentage it felt totally awesome. I wanted to rut him hard, but I wasn’t quite sure if he was ready. I increased my pace slightly and thrust a bit harder. His response was a pleasurable grunt after each thrust. His face was red and sweating profusely, but it didn’t seem to be in as much pain as it was before.

“Come on… Blitzy! I know you… can buck me harder… than that,” Scotch gasped out between heavy breaths. Well, if he wanted it, then I’d gladly provide. Pulling out more quickly this time, my motion was slowed as my ring reached his entrance and then popped out, allowing me to slide all the way up to my tip. I gave a harsh thrust, jamming all of me inside him again. “Aghhh!” he groaned with both pain and pleasure, as I thrust and out, another string of drool dripping from his chin. His face grew redder and redder and his moans louder and louder.

“You like that, Scotch?” I asked with a smirk, tightening my grip around his chest.

“I love it! You’re so fucking big, Blitzy! Buck me harder!”

I would’ve expected Butterscotch to be one of those ponies that enjoyed some really slow and sensual sex, but nope. He liked it hard, really hard. I was already going fast, the only thing I could do was go deeper. I slammed myself inside him and flapped my wings to increase thrust. My cock moved in and out of his tight hole with loud and sloppy shlicks and my balls slapped noisily against his trembling flank.

His insides were now the perfect size, loose enough that my stallionhood could make its way in and out without too much forcing, but tight enough that his passage still squeezed pleasurably around my shaft. I brought my hoof to one of Scotch’s rigid wings and stroked across its smooth feathers causing him to moan even louder. I sort of had a thing for wings, even if they were smaller and weaker like his.

I leaned over his side as I continued, and wrapped my mouth around a clump of feathers. I suckled lovingly, getting them nice and soaked with my drool.

“Oh, Blitzy!” Butterscotch groaned blissfully at the added sensation. He really liked moaning my name during sex. I didn’t mind. You can’t wear out a name like Rainbow Blitz.

At the angle of my new position, I could see most of his undercarriage, and his throbbing cock if I peered over the feathers of his wing. With each of my thrusts his cock tensed, flicking up to his stomach and then back down. Strand after strand of sticky precum dripped from his tip and into a small puddle which was forming on the rug below and soaking into it.

I couldn’t control myself, I wanted more. I returned to my original position, but pushed myself even higher up onto his back. As my legs lifted away from the ground, not able to reach it anymore, I suddenly wondered if he was strong enough to hold my weight. He wasn’t.

He crumpled to the floor with a loud grunt. I quickly steadied myself and continued rutting his amazing plot. I have awesome reflexes, even better when they involve something like sex.

“Mmm, you feel so good!” Scotch moaned cutely. I grinned as he gazed back at me, and then moved my snout down to the nape of his neck. I opened my mouth wide and bit down softly upon his skin, gently grinding it back and forth in my mouth. Butterscotch yelped with pleasure giving me an approving wink. As I bucked him even harder (somehow), he moved his hips with my motions. I moved one of my hooves down to his flank and gave it a squeeze as I rammed my cock inside him, the catching of my ring now becoming a really pleasurable tug rather than a nuisance that slowed me down.

I could feel myself building up, a pleasurable tingle rushing through my cock each time I pushed myself back into his tunnel. My stallionhood began to tense every time my ring was pulled at. His plothole felt better and better. I panted loudly as sweat dripped down the fur on my forehead. I could feel my body growing hotter and hotter as the sensation within me grew stronger and stronger.

I moaned and grunted aloud, giving Scotch an idea of exactly what was about to happen. “Mmm, I’m going to cum too,” he moaned. “Wait for me, please.”

I hoped I wasn’t going to have to hold back for too long. I was about to burst, and considering how tight he was, there was no way I was holding it in for more than a few seconds. He’d squeeze it right out of me; and that’s exactly what he did.

I slowed my pace, knowing I could stave off a little longer that way. I kept my thrusts deep and hard though, for Scotch’s pleasure. The pattern continued for a few seconds, and then as I gave him another thrust, my entire length pushing its way inside him, he suddenly let out a soft, orgasmic yell. His body tensed, and although I couldn’t see it, I could feel his lower half tense as he came. You know what that means?

His insides suddenly clasped around my entire shaft before I was able to pull back out. I let out a surprised grunt as my body tensed at the sudden sensation. I thrust my hips again, slamming my crotch against his flank. My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as the world around me blurred and my cock flinched before shooting a thick stream of cum inside him, and another, and another…and another. I could feel the hot, sticky fluid gushing back over my shaft as I filled him up and could hear drops of it splattering onto the rug as it squeezed its way out.

I suddenly felt weak, and let myself collapse onto his back. He didn’t fight it, but instead just rested there. “You were amazing, Blitzy,” he whispered.

“I know,” I said proudly. It may have been my first attempt at anal, but hey, how could somepony like me not be good at it. “You felt pretty awesome too.”

“Thank you,” he said sweetly, turning his head to mine which hung over his shoulder and giving me a quick kiss. I gently pulled myself out of him, letting a small stream of cum make its way out of his hole.

We lay there, completely silent for a few minutes, basically just enjoying each other’s presence. I could feel his body gently expand and contract as he breathed, still heavily. He was warm, very warm. I had quickly cooled off from the steamy sex, and now the sweat which had soaked into my fur began to cool. This made snuggling up against him even better. I held him close, my hooves still wrapped tightly around his chest as I settled in against his soft fur.

“I’m sorry, Blitzy,” he interrupted, but I’m going to have to clean this mess up,” he said quietly, breaking the silence.

I pulled my hoof away from his chest and waved it in the air. “Come on, it can wait till morning.” A drunk pony, or at least still not fully sober pony who actually wanted to clean up their messes? That was unheard of.

“No,” he said with a soft shake of his head. “Cum stains are really hard to clean up when they dry. I’m sure you’ve clopped yourself off enough to figure that one out.”

“Hey, I get plenty of tail!” I lied weakly. “…But, yeah…you got me there.” I rolled off of him and onto my side.

He slowly rose to his hooves which were still trembling from what we had did. “I need to clean myself off too; and so should you. I mean, if you want.”

I looked down at my crotch. My cock was covered in a film of drying cum and the fur around it soaked with a mixture of it and lube. “Uh…yeah, probably,” I said with a nod.

“I’ll go get a few wet washcloths. You just wait here, rest on the couch if you’d like,” he said sweetly, pointing a hoof to the couch which looked even more comfortable than it had when I first arrived. I yawned loudly as I struggled to my hooves. All that bucking had really worn me out. As I collapsed onto the couch and rolled over on my back, I watched as Scotch headed for the kitchen. His plothole was wide and stretched. Sections of the fur around his flanks and thighs were caked with cum. I really made a mess of him; a hot, sexy mess. His back legs swung awkwardly as he walked. I bucked him good.

My body felt way heavier than normal, and I had no drive to move. The whole experience had really worn me out. My eyes fell shut for what seemed like a few seconds, but must’ve been longer. As I opened them, Scotch was standing in front of me with two wet rag in his mouth. He had already finished up cleaning the mess on the floor, and was about to clean himself off.

“Um, it’d be a lot easier if we cleaned each other off,” he suggested.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said with a nod. “But I’m not moving. You’re gonna have to come lay on me if you wanna get clean.” I smirked as he rolled his eyes teasingly. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do it though. He placed a rag in my hooves and did exactly as I said, his plot facing me for easy access.

The skin around his entrance was red and tender. I decided to be as gentle as possible when I began rubbing the warm washcloth back and forth across its surface. I let out a heavy, pleasurable breath as I felt the other cloth wrap around my stallionhood. It wasn’t a sexual pleasure though, but more of a relaxing and peaceful sort of feeling.

As he moved the cloth down to my balls, I moved to his flanks, gently scrubbing away the dry, sticky cum. He finished quickly considering the fact that I was way less messy than him. After a couple more minutes of thoroughly scrubbing his fur, I moved to his cock. It wasn’t that bad at all, probably didn’t even need to be washed, but I knew he’d enjoy it, just like I did. I gently stroked up and down, and could feel him slightly hardening beneath my grasp.

As I finished up, Scotch turned around so he was facing me, and we set the rags aside. He wrapped his hooves tightly around my waist and nuzzled his cheek against mine before resting his head on my shoulder. I pulled him closer and stroked a hoof gently against his back. The combination of the exhaustion from what we had done, the warmth of his body, and the comfy-ness of the couch put me to sleep in what seemed like less than a minute.