Scotch on the Rocks

He stared at me with his large, teal eyes intently, waiting. “W-wait…you mean you wanna do it right now?” I stuttered out.

“Yes…well, if you don’t have a busy morning or anything,” he said sweetly, almost too sweetly.

“I do have some clouds to clear, and some training…and other things…but; ah fuck, let’s just get this over with,” I said shakily.

“Oh good, I was hopping you’d say that,” he said with a smile, then faltered. “But there is one problem.

“Damn it!” I groaned. It was already enough that I was getting bucked in the plot, but now there was more.

“You used up all my lube last night…”

My eyes widened, my body froze, and a shuddered at the thought. He’s going in dry? No way…no fucking way!

Butterscotch suddenly grinned. “…I’m just teasing, Blitzy. I have another bottle,” he said pulling the extra lube from beneath his wing.

“Shit Scotch! I thought I was gonna get destroyed! Not funny!”

His grin widened. “Oh, come on, you love jokes.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes, letting out a small chuckle. “Alright, you win. You got me.”

“Okay, are you ready?” he asked softly, a serious look on his face.

“Um …wait …one more thing. Can I be on top? You know me, I like to be in control. I mean, you’re still gonna buck me, I just get to decide how fast or slow or whatever.” I gulped again. “I just don’t want to get…well, hurt.”

“Oh, of course, Blitzy. I would never want to hurt you,” he said as he pushed himself off of the couch and waited for me to do the same.

I let out a sigh of relief as I rolled over on my side and then dropped to my hooves. He then laid down on the rug we had used the night before, and rolled onto his back. My eyes widened as I gazed forward at the big stallionhood in front of me, already rock hard and fully erect. I was surprised I hadn’t noticed it pushing against me when he was on top of me. I was probably just too nervous to even feel it. It looked even bigger than the night before. It wasn’t, of course. You know how your mind does that sort of stuff when you get nervous.

Scotch raised his hoof towards me, the lube cupped in its grasp. “Can you lube me up? You can be as messy as you want. I squeezed a little lube into my shaking hoof, and was barely able to stroke up and down as I reached his shaft. I wasn’t in the mood for a mess. Sucking in a deep breath of air, I attempted to steady myself, and think of the pleasurable aspect of the whole experience instead of the pain.

I concentrated all of my attention on his bulging cock, its smooth surface glistening as the liquid was spread across it. I could feel its veins, its ring, and its hardness with the sole of my hoof. It flinched with pleasure each time I neared its tip and made my wake back down. I couldn’t quite grasp exactly how I was going to fit something so big inside me. Scotch took me, though. There was no reason I couldn’t take him. Still, that thing, inside me…

I gulped again as I squirted a bit more lube onto his tip, letting it trickle over its sides and down his shaft. I just wanted to get things started. Waiting would only make me more hesitant. I rubbed it in with a few more strokes, making sure that everything was nice and slippery before I decided to shove it inside me.

“Alright, here we go,” I said weakly, crawling on top of him, my flank hanging over his cock. He smiled eagerly and positioned it so that it stood straight up, ready to penetrate me. Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck!

I gritted my teeth as his tip pushed at my entrance. It seemed even bigger now. I didn’t know how I was going to get it inside me. My tail flinched with every movement I made, even the smallest. I pushed down harder and harder, but it wouldn’t go in. My plothole was already hurting, this wasn’t going to be good…but at the same time, I wanted to feel it inside me. I gave another push, I could feel my hole stretching painfully, but still nothing. I continued to push and after what seemed like ages, but was definitely only a few seconds, he was inside me. At first relief washed over me, he was actually inside and everything was going to be fine from there…and then the pain hit. I had crashed a lot of times flying in my life, and I knew pain, but this was completely different. It stung, it ached, it burned, it felt like my insides were being ripped in two. My eyes began to water and mouth contorted painfully. Scotch likes this?

My entire body shook, and I could feel my insides clenching around his shaft. I wanted to move, but I couldn’t. My hooves felt weak, like they were going to collapse beneath me, but they continued to hold me.

“Gah!” I gasped painfully, cold sweat dripping down my face. “I…I dunno if I can do this…”

“You don’t have to, Blitzy, but I promise you once you loosen up, it’ll feel better. Just push it in a little bit at a time,” he said softly, wrapping a hoof tightly around my own.

I nodded my head hesitantly, as a pushed a little more inside me. It only made things hurt worse. I had barely gotten past the tip and after that, he only got thicker; and I got more and more stretched. I was sure I was bleeding. It definitely felt like it. I felt another odd sensation as I pushed it in deeper. This is gonna sound weird, and probably kinda gross for those of you who have never had a dick in your plot, but it’s totally true. You know that feeling when you need to take a dump? The one where you want to get to the nearest toilet and squeeze it out of you…well, in this case, Scotch’s cock was the shit. It was pretty much the exact same feeling. I wanted to squeeze it out. That only made things hurt worse, and just feel awkward. Also, I totally didn’t want to shit on him or something like that.

I tried my best to avoid the urge to squeeze and instead loosen myself up so I could push him in even deeper. Everything was going fine, it was starting to feel less painful and even sort of good in a way…except I couldn’t seem to get past his ring. It was all fine up until that point. Then it started to hurt again, even worse than when I first pushed him inside me. No matter how hard I pushed, I couldn’t go any farther. Maybe I just wasn’t pushing hard at all because of the pain.

Scotch let out soft moans as I slid myself up and down the first half of his cock. I was hoping that this would somehow loosen me up more so I could take all of him. With each downward slide, my cock flinched to life with a new sense of pleasure. It slowly peaked out of its sheath, a dot of precum already setting on its tip, and eventually grew to its full size. I was careful when his tip neared my entrance, making sure it wouldn’t pop out, and that painful process wouldn’t have to be repeated again.

It felt awesome. Each time I pushed his cock inside me, it felt like I was on the verge of cumming. There was still pain, but the pleasure completely outdid it. It was totally worth it. I was enjoying myself, but all I could think of was pushing Scotch’s cock deeper inside me.

Sucking in a deep breath of air, I let my haunches collapse beneath my weight. My plan worked perfectly. As my flank fell against Butterscotch’s crotch, and my legs sprawled outward; I could feel his ring painfully pass through my hole and slide inside. This was only followed by more pain. His thickening cock stretched my hole wider and wider,

“Gah, fuck!” I groaned, drool pouring from my mouth uncontrollably. It was as if I’d lost all control of my body and instead focused on the pain. “Shit, shit, shit! That fucking hurts like a mother fucker! AHH!”

My body shook violently in an attempt to escape the pain. I wanted to pull away so badly, but I wouldn’t let myself. Scotch wanted this, and I did too.

He looked up at me with shock and concern as his hoof stroked up and down my own. “Are you alright, Blitzy?”

“….Y-yeah…I’ve been through worse. It’s gonna feel good after all the pain right?” I asked, my vision blurring as my eyes started to water again.

“Oh, yes. It’ll feel amazing.”

I nodded my head, and gently lifted my flank which now rested on top of him. I gasped as another jolt of pain coursed through my body. It felt exactly like when you’re in the process of taking a really big shit that’s painful coming out.

I felt more and more relief as I pulled up to his tip, and wanted badly to pull it all the way out. Instead I gritted my teeth and ground them back and forth as I forced it back inside.

“Nghhh!” I moaned as it squeezed its way back inside me. You’d probably call it a cute moan, but I’d disagree. I’m not cute, I’m sexy. My cock twitched excitedly, more precum dripping out. It felt amazing, I felt like I was cumming…but I wasn’t quite yet. It was weird, but good.

This time, the drool dripping from my mouth wasn’t caused from pain, but the extreme pleasure I was experiencing. Just like the pain, I was completely focused on it rather than the world around me or the rest of my body. I began thrusting it in faster and harder, wanting to increase the sensation as much as possible. The sliding of his shaft against my insides made two distinct and surprisingly wet sounding slops each time I thrust it in or pulled away. One as his cock began pushing its way inside me, and the other as his ring passed through my entrance, much less painfully now.

The pain was still there of course, and maybe was just as bad as it had been, but the sensation of pleasure completely overpowered it, while also making me lust for more. My flank slapped against his crotch with each quick movement as I shoved his cock back inside me. More and more precum pushed its way out of my tip and trickled down over my shaft.

I had the sudden, uncontrollable urge to wrap my hoof around my cock and stroke it. It felt even better than normal. I couldn’t believe it. The sensation from each stroke was heightened way more than normal. It was like I could feel every single nerve ending burst with pleasure as the surface of my hoof made its way across them. I let out a loving pants as I moved my hoof up and down, quickening the pace after every few strokes.

Scotch blushed deeply, moaning and panting back as he gazed up into my eyes. I felt his hoof push against my own. I moaned as its amazingly soft surface wrapped around my cock. I then gasped and grunted aloud, pounding my flank even harder against him.

With the combined pleasure of his soft, sensual strokes and the quick thrusts of his cock inside me, I could barely focus on anything other than that. My upper body grew weak and a crumpled forward on top of him, but my back end stayed strong as I rammed him inside me. He smiled softly as he wrapped his free hoof around my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

I could feel cum dripping from cock, and not just precum either. I definitely wasn’t cumming, but it was cum. Breaking from the kiss I bent my head forward and looked between our two bodies. Sure enough a small strand of thick, white liquid dripped from my cock and onto the fur of his stomach. He was making me cum before I even had an orgasm, and it felt totally awesome!

“Damn, Scotch!” I moaned out before locking him back into a kiss. I felt another trickle of cum pour out of me as I rammed his cock deep inside me again. I gasped out a moan into his mouth, and could feel him moan back in response. His tongue suddenly thrust into my mouth. I had a hard time fighting it and playing back because the pleasure was still overtaking all other functions of my body.

Along with that, my thrusting began to slow. I barely even noticed it at first, but my rate had dropped considerably. This was probably because with all his stroking, just the feeling of his cock inside me was enough to get me off.

He wrapped his hooves tightly around my plot as he broke away from the kiss. “You have very nice flanks, Blitzy,” he said with a giggle as he squeezed. I nodded my head and smirked. I knew there was something more he wanted to say. I could tell by the look in his eyes. “Um, c-can I do a bit of the…bucking?”

As you probably already know, and if not, it’s really easy to figure out; I like being in control. I like being the leader. I don’t like being bossed around. I’m my own boss. So this was asking a lot. For Scotch, though, I couldn’t say no. Besides, I wanted it. I wanted him to be in control for once. I wanted to be bucked.

“Yeah, go for it,” I said with a nod, stopping my movements and letting his cock slide back inside me as I rested on my flank. I could see a look of shock pour over his face. He definitely wasn’t expecting an answer like that. “Come on, Scotch. Don’t give me time to change my mind,” I said teasingly and winked.

“Oh no, I certainly won’t…” he mumbled as he tightened his grip around my flank. I loosened my body as he pushed up, so he could easily lift my plot. Raising it slightly away from his crotch he immediately began to thrust, but very gently. This added a whole new sense of pleasure to the mix. The pleasure was just as great as before, but the cause of it wasn’t controlled by me. I wasn’t able to choose to speed up or make his cock ram inside me harder. It was all on him. I could focus completely on the sensation instead of on making it better. His movements were also a surprise. I couldn’t predict when he’d decide to speed up or slow down. I liked it.

“Unghh, Scotch!” I moaned lovingly, blushing deeply. I was so focused on pleasuring myself before, that I hadn’t really taken the time to realize how odd what we were doing was. My lifelong friend and now coltfriend had his cock inside my plot, and he was bucking me. I could feel my face grow warmer and warmer, and my stomach flutter awkwardly.

His cheeks lit up just as brightly as I assumed mine were. Maybe he had realized the same exact thing. I grinned confidently, shaking away the annoying feelings of awkwardness, and stroked my hoof across his thin chest. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

He nodded his head, thrusting his hips harder. It was awesome! There was no holding back like I would have because I would’ve been too worried about the pain. The pain was there like always, but once again the pleasure was much more overpowering.

As his ring quickly passed in and out of me, I had the urge to return my hoof back to my shaft again. I didn’t though. I was feeling closer and closer to cumming with each thrust, and wanted to see if he could make me cum with bucking alone. More and more cum dripped out of me with each thrust. My cock flicked back up against my stomach and throbbed eagerly as my insides were stretched, pulled, and rubbed.

“Oh, fuck, Scotch!” I grunted out, sounding like a complete idiot. The pleasure was practically too much. It felt like I was having an orgasm each time he rammed inside me. I could feel my entire body shudder with each inward trust and every outward pull. I was really glad I was laying on top of him because at that point, my body was complete jelly. The only movement it made was controlled by him. That, and the constant throbbing and flinching of my cock.

He brought a hoof up to my mane and stroked through its messy hairs. It was always messy, but extra messy that morning because I slept on the couch. His bucking suddenly became more sensual, deep, but slow and methodical. I didn’t think I was much for slow bucking, but this somehow made things even better. Less pain, more pleasure. I had a chance to feel everything.

He leaned in and kissed me passionately. It wasn’t a make out with session again, just a deep, loving kiss. We had practically just started dating, but I loved him. I of course wasn’t going to admit that right away, but I did. It felt weird though, to feel so strongly about somepony after dating them for only a day…well, less than a day in this case. Hay, we’d already bucked once and were in the process of bucking again. It’s not like it was too much of a step up from that. Besides, I’d always loved him…just in a different way. I assured myself it was fine to already have such strong feelings.

I hadn’t realized that my front hooves were pressing against the floor, allowing my body to slightly hover above his. A sudden jolt of pain passed through them. They were already weak, and I had to wonder how long they had been supporting my weight. I let myself collapse fully against his body, something I thought I had did way earlier. My cock brushed back and forth against his soft fur with each of his thrusts. Its delicate, but tickling touch was enough to get me off even further.

The tingling, hypersensitive sensation in my stallionhood grew stronger and stronger as the rest of my body grew more and more numb. Drool dripped from my mouth and onto Scotch’s lips as I continued to kiss him. My body suddenly stiffened, and the sliding of his cock in and out of me was the only thing I could feel. A burst of pleasure rushed through my entire body as I came. My cock tensed as it squeezed stream after stream of thick goo out onto his stomach. I could feel a warm puddle of it forming around the bottom of my shaft. I came a lot, and I mean a lot.

Panting heavily and about to roll over onto my side, I suddenly refroze as my plot grew hot and wet. I could sense each individual stream of cum exploding up into my insides, and Scotch’s cock throbbing each time another was set off. It was great. Another load of my own cum suddenly spurted out from my shrinking member.

I looked down at Scotch’s face which was bright red, and watched as his eyes squinted and his lips contorted with pleasure. Small, high pitched gasps escaped his mouth. He was definitely enjoying himself. His legs jolted and kicked.

…How much is he cumming?

Finally he finished and his eyes slowly blinked open. I smiled down at him weakly, my plot and thighs beginning to shake. It’d never had anything inside it. Even though it felt great, I’m sure it was a pretty traumatic experience; and now it was finally settling in.

“That felt so fucking good,” I sighed, realizing that he was waiting for me to say something first. “You’re damn good, Scotch, and pretty big if you ask me.”

He smiled widely, blushing slightly at the compliment. “Thanks, you felt really amazing too, very tight.”

“Yeah, I know, I know. I’m built for the best, even if that means being bucked in the plot.”

Scotch giggled cutely at that; then leaned his muzzle forward and gave me a quick kiss. “You are the best, Blitzy."

I could feel my lips automatically forming into a smirk. “Exactly…Anyways, it’s getting late. I still have to go out and clear the skies before the morning’s over.”

“Oh, yes…of course…but would you like some breakfast first? I’m sure after all that bucking, you’re very hungry.”

“Well…” I said with a shrug. “Why the hay not? I have some time, I guess. What’re we having?”

“Hmm…do pancakes sound good?”

He knew pancakes were one of my favorites. All that gooey awesome syrup, and butter, and fluffy, fluffy cake. I was starving…and describing pancakes is making me hungry right now, actually. Damn it.

My stomach literally grumbled at the thought. “That sounds totally awesome! Make, like, a hundred of them because I’m so hungry, I could eat a horse…er…I mean, a stack of pancakes…yeah, a dozen stacks of pancakes.”

I rolled off of him, a bit too excited about the food. As I shifted my body, I felt an odd sensation inside me. My plot felt soaked, but on the inside…and it was, with cum. I also felt like I needed to take a dump, but I knew I didn’t. It felt weird, wrong, awkward. I wasn’t going to be able to walk very well.

As I struggled to stand with bowed hind legs, I noticed the large puddle of my cum covering Scotch’s stomach. He giggled at me nervously. He was trying not to move so he wouldn’t make an even bigger mess.

“I can help with that,” I said quickly, grabbing the nearest rag, one we had thrown on the floor the previous night. It was slightly stiff with cum, but nothing too bad. I quickly placed it over the puddle to soak it up. “So anyways…I was thinking after I finish all my training and working and stuff today, maybe we could do something? Hang out, go on a date? Ya know, just you and me again.”

He nodded his head eagerly while he rubbed the cloth back and forth. “Oh, yes, of course.”

“I got to choose the bar last night, so your choice.”

“Hmm…well, maybe just a nice relaxing night in? Maybe some tea?”

I laughed and rolled my eyes teasingly. “Ha, GAY!” Realization suddenly hit me. “…I guess I can’t really use that as an insult anymore, huh?”

He shook his head smugly. “Nope, because you’re such a fag now.”

“Hey!” I yelled playfully, pouncing on top of him. “I’ll show you fag alright! I’ll buck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a week!”

“Oh, Blitzy! Don’t get me excited again.”

I rested my body on top of him. “Yeah, but seriously, maybe no sex tonight. I’m already worn out, and I haven’t even eaten breakfast yet. Besides, my plot feels horrible! I’m glad most of my transportation methods involve flying. I won’t be able to walk worth a shit.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “I know you too well. I’m sure you’ll change your tune by tonight. Besides, I think I like it better when you buck me like a naughty little filly instead of me bucking you. So you know what that means.”

I sighed, and nodded my head. “Alright, well, maybe more sex tonight.”