Chapters Solaris was in the process of lowering the sun, and the town houses around us were tinged with an orange hue as their shadows grew longer and longer. Butterscotch was lost in his own world as he walked beside me, busy taking in the scents of flowers, leaves, and pine needles which had baked in the warm sun all day. Brushing a few strands of pink mane from his face, he turned his teal eyes up to the cloudless sky, a content smile on his face. He watched and listened happily as a flock of chirping birds passed overhead.
“Do you really wanna do this?” I asked.
He turned his head back down to face me, a moment of silence while he processed the words. “Of course I do, Blitzy,” he said sweetly.
‘Blitzy’…I hated the nickname. It made me sound cute. I’d prefer just Blitz or Blitzter, or something cooler like that. I was used to it from Butterscotch though, he’d been calling me that since we were foals. I sometimes thought he did it to tease me, but he just acted so sincere about it that I wasn’t sure. I guess you could just call it Butterscotch being Butterscotch.
“It looks like you’d way rather be out here enjoying the sunset or something like that,” I said with a shrug.
“I really do enjoy Solaris’ sunsets, but I like spending time with you more, and it hasn’t been just the two of us together for a very long time.” He smiled.
“Yeah, when’s the last time we went to the bar anyways?” I asked with a laugh, getting a little more excited about the night ahead than I should have. Spending a night out with Scotch sounds pretty dull, right? He barely talks, and when he does, it’s always about his animals, or some other animal doing something not interesting; but when you got him drinking, it was a completely different story. He was actually fun…mostly.
He was right, we did. We used to go to this place a couple times a week or more back before we started really hanging out with the other guys. It was sort of our meet-up place, and back then…I hate to admit it, but he was my only friend. So hanging with him was all I ever did.
As a group of ponies past by us, probably on their way back from dinner, I felt Butterscotch’s body push up against me. I sighed angrily. “Butterscotch, you know those ponies. Why are you always so scared of everything?”
“I don’t know them,” he stated defensively, raising his voice slightly. At least he’d speak up to me sometimes.
“You know what I mean. You see them in town all the time.”
Some days were better than others for him, when it seemed like he was finally getting over the whole awkward shyness thing. Then there were days like these, where it was like he was getting worse. The drinks would help with that.
He was still resting against me. I extended my wing, easily pushing his meek body away. I sighed with relief as I looked ahead and realized how close we were to the bar. At least in there he wouldn’t be so weird, or so I thought.
I opened the door and let it fall back against my flank to hold it open for Butterscotch. He mumbled a thanks and smiled at me as he slowly stepped inside. I followed close behind. The bar matched the rest of Ponyville’s theme, simple, rustic and just like I remembered. There were already quite a few ponies in the place, probably because it was one of the only bar , bars in Ponyville. Luckily, there was almost nopony sitting up at the bar, well except that Berry guy in the corner. He knew how to drink alright. If your coat and mane look like they’ve been perma-stained with wine then yeah, you’ve got a problem.
We always sat at the bar. Butterscotch used to be freaked out because he felt like it was the center of attention in the room, but he eventually got used to it after he realized nopony cared.
“Nice to see ya,” the old bartender mumbled. “Thought you weren’t comin’ back after you got busy with the whole Elements of Harmony stuff, and then the prince stuff with your friend.”
I laughed as a settled down onto a soft, nicely worn cushion of one of the stools. “Just thought we’d stop in so you wouldn’t forget us.”
“Oh, I certainly haven’t. You two were in here almost every night,” he said with a smirk, scratching a hoof against the scruffy fur on his graying chin. “Anyways, what’ll it be?”
“Just a cider for me,” I said automatically, the statement pretty much ingrained in my head.
“And a scotch on the rocks for me,” Butterscotch whispered, adjusting himself on his seat. The bartender gave a nod and turned around to grab the drinks. Scotch seems like a pretty hard liquor for a pony like Butterscotch, right? Something that he’d never drink. Well, the only reason he ordered it was because it was in his name. The rocks part was from me. It’s just cooler, both figuratively and literally. So I told him to start adding ice. He did, and it stuck.
“So…Scotch,” I chuckled, watching as he took a sip of the harsh, amber liquid which was set in front of him. “What’s up, been doing anything cool lately?”
He grimaced slightly as he forced the sip down. I assumed it’d been a while since he drank. “Oh, you know me, I never do anything ‘cool,’” he mumbled and gave a shrug. “Just taking care of the critters. I’ve been really busy lately. So many ponies bringing in their pets, and so many wild animals needing something or another.”
And there he was, talking about animals, like always. It was sort of sad, he enjoyed caring for them; but the main reason he talked about it was because that was literally all he had to talk about. He rarely got out, even with the guys.
“Oh come on, that’s pretty cool. What would those ponies and animals do without you?” I said comfortingly before taking a gulp of my ice cold cider. It was perfect, sweet but not too sweet, good smooth flavor, and an awesome, foamy head to top it all off.
I could feel my eyes bulge out of my skull as he suddenly knocked back the entire glass, the ice clattering against his muzzle before he gently set the emptied glass down in front of him. I forgot how much he drank…that is, when he did drink. “I never do anything cool,” he repeated as he politely waved his hoof for another glass. His voice lowered to a shy whisper. “Um…could I please have another?” The bartender gave him a wink as he grabbed another glass.
“Come on, you do plenty of cool stuff. How many times have we saved Equestria now?” I asked with a sigh. That was the problem with being so close to Butterscotch. Since we’d been friends for, well, pretty much forever; that meant he was comfortable with telling me everything. All the pint up emotion that he hid from everypony else pushed itself out when he was around me. I wasn’t the best support in Equestria, but he trusted me to help, and after such a long time, I was getting pretty good at comforting him.
“Yes, but that’s only because I was with you ponies. By myself, I’m just…well, nothing, a lonely pony who’s always at home.”
That was the truth, but being a homepony wasn’t all that bad. It’d be nice to lay around all day, except he was always busy…that and the really small amount of any social interaction he got, besides the stuff with animals; if you could even consider that talking. He preferred it though. He didn’t like being around big crowds of ponies or meeting new ones. It was like he complained, but in reality would never want to give up what he complained about. I was stumped and had no clue what to say.
“So how’s the mare front coming along?” I regretted the question the moment it came out of my mouth, and took another large gulp of my cider.
“I’ve just given up looking,” he said with an extremely drawn out sigh. “It’s hard enough to find somepony with the same interests as me, and even harder to get to know them. Then there’s a big chance they won’t even like me anyways.”
I turned and gazed around the room, to the dimly lit booths in the corner and back to the tables near the window. All colts, except a few fillies who were noticeably taken by the hoof wrapped around their shoulders. That was the problem with Ponyville…and all of Equestria if you ask me. It seemed like there was a severe lack of mares, which was pretty weird considering the fact that most of the architecture had a feminine touch. I turned back to the bar and my eyes traveled across the heart shapes engraved in the trimming around it. It’s like they were here long ago, but were the hay did they go?
Finding a filly was even a problem for me; yeah that’s right, me of all ponies. I hadn’t had a relationship, or even just a good night since back in Cloudsdale when I was a teenager. So if I was in a bad position filly-wise, that meant Scotch was in a really bad position. I don’t really think that bothered him too much though. He liked colts too. He never admitted to it or anything, but I saw my fair share of moments pointing to it.
“I’ll keep an eye out for ya,” I said, giving him a soft pat on the back. He then mumbled some gibberish that I couldn’t even begin to understand. “Huh?”
He rolled his eyes and knocked back the rest of his drink. “You’ve been saying that for years!” he attempted to yell, but it came out as more of a squeak than anything.
“Hey, I’m just as bad off as you right now.”
“Yeah, but at least you’ve had relationships in the past…Me? I’ve had nothing,” he growled and then turned to the bartender, clearing his throat. “Another please.” His voice had returned to its usual sweet and quiet tone. He turned back to me with a frown. “I’ll have you know, mister, that I have went my entire life without any of it…It’s horrible,” he whimpered, nearly breaking into tears as his eyes swelled with water.
“Bro, chill out ,” I grumbled, wanting to smack a hoof against the back of his head. I didn’t, of course. That’d just make things even worse. “You know what? Forget about it. Let’s talk about something completely different, liiike um…” My eyes traveled down to the new glass of scotch in his hoof. “How’s the scotch?”
“Shit , like always,” he said with a pout. I couldn’t help be laugh. Butterscotch cursing was pretty rare, and when he did, he said it as sweetly as possible which made it sound even weirder. He giggled slightly. The drinks must have been working their magic on him. He was finally getting fun.
“So why the hay do you drink it?” I asked with a laugh.
“Because, it makes me forget and have fun…and I get braver.”
“Yeah, they call it liquid courage or something like that.” I shrugged, taking another sip of my cider. “You could always get weaker drink…I dunno an Appletini or something?”
“Pshh, please,” he said, waving his hoof dismissively. “I already get called a coltcuddler enough. If I started drinking Appletini’s everypony would think I’m a total fag.”
I smirked and raised an eyebrow. “But aren’t you, sorta?”
“Just because I’m interested in some colts, doesn’t mean I’m gay. I’m just a bit curious…and willing to experiment, especially with the horrible luck I have with the other side.”
Like I said, I knew he was a coltcuddler from the start. This just proved my theory. I was pretty surprised that he admitted to it though. Alcohol was the key to his secrets. Without it, he was always quiet about personal stuff, especially anything that big.
“Hah, knew it, you’re a fag,” I teased, rubbing a hoof against his head.
“Mhm, that’s right Blitzy, I really wouldn’t mind a nice, strong stallion with a big cock rutting me out.”
“Uh…” I was pretty stunned by the comeback to be honest. My cheeks were warm, really warm, that and my face. I really hoped my face wasn’t completely red. I was expecting something much more defensive and a lot less…awkward? I took a quick swig of my cider, already getting a bit warm, tasted just as good though. With a few quick glances, I was pretty sure the bartender had heard our entire conversation. He was staring right at us.
“And what about you? The mane color says it all,” Butterscotch said with a sly wink.
“Hey!” I groaned, rubbing a hoof through my awesome rainbow mane. “Just because my mane’s rainbow colored, doesn’t mean I’m a coltcuddler…besides, rainbow’s a cool color.” I may have sounded like a hated the teasing, but it was actually pretty fun, and something that Butterscotch rarely did. It was nice to see him letting his guard down and feeling comfortable for once.
“I’m sure there’s plenty of colts interested in you, if you wanted to give it a try,” he said with a smile. “But for me…not really.” He shrugged and sipped at his scotch.
“I’ll just keep an eye out for you on that team too. How does that sound?” I asked nicely. “But let’s start talking about something else…looks like we have an eavesdropper,” I then whispered, slightly nodding my head in the bartender’s direction.
“Thanks, Blitzy. You can be so sweet sometimes,” he said, a wide smile on his face.
I gave a fake gag at the comment and scowled. “Me, sweet? Whatever…cool guys aren’t sweet.”
“I’m not sure how it goes with mares, but I like guys with a tough outer shell and a real sweet and sensitive inside.”
I pondered the statement for a few seconds and shrugged half-heartedly. “I dunno about that, but I guess it’s worth a try. Nothing I’m doing now’s working anyways.”
“You don’t need to try, you already are,” he said, turning his eyes up at me for a moment.
“Uh…huh…alright,” I mumbled. “Anyways, like I said…this subject’s getting pretty dull, let’s talk about something else.”
Sometimes Things Get Complicated
Butterscotch was completely hammered at this point. I didn’t count how many he had, but definitely way more than he should have. At least he slowed down, and was only taking a few sips every now and again. He was handling his liquor surprisingly well. These nights would normally end up with him stumbling towards the bathroom, laying a huge pile of vomit on the floor before he even reached it, and apologizing nonstop for the mess he made.
Me, well, I didn’t drink all that much. Big surprise, huh? Don’t get me wrong, I really liked to party, but not on a night like that. I used to back when I was younger…all the time, but I started to realize it was hurting me. It slowed me down; I trained less; I didn’t fly as much, all because of a stupid headache from a night out. Along with that, drinking turned me into an idiot. I made dumb decisions that ended up hurting me even more than just the alcohol, or causing some major complications in my life. I had a few ciders, taking them down slow, and that was it. I was sort of feeling buzzed, probably because I hadn’t drank for a while. I lost my resistance.
Up until this point, the night had gotten pretty awesome. Listening to Scotch’s drunken ramblings about how much he hates our friends, but totally loves them at the same time was always hilarious. Especially the part when he called Elusive a ‘whiny douche’ and Dusk an ‘annoying brat.’ But now things were getting a bit more complicated.
“You know, Blitzy…you’re better than them. You’re always there for me and you’ve…been there for me since…I was a little teeny tiny foal.” He paused every few seconds, gathering and then processing whatever slurred speech he’d spew out next. His eyes were glazed over and he blinked extremely slowly every few seconds. “You’re my best friend, Blitz.” He smiled weakly and rested his head against my shoulder with a sigh.
“Glad to hear it,” I said, giving him a comforting pat on his head and attempting to push him back up into his seat. He didn’t budge, of course.
“I’m going to… let you in on a big… secret of mine. Please don’t tell anypony,” he whispered, turning his eyes up at me. His cheeks were flushed with pink, and it wasn’t just from the alcohol. “I love you, Blitzy…as more than just a friend. I have for a…very…very long time. You’re the… most amazing and sexy colt I’ve ever met. I want more than what we have now…I’m sure you don’t though.” As he planted his lips on my cheek, I couldn’t have been more unsurprised.
Don’t get me wrong, I was shocked that he’d actually wound himself up enough to say it again…but he’d admitted to it in the past, and always found more discreet ways to show his affection. Remember what I said about the signs pointing to him being a coltcuddler? All those signs were also pointed to me. Yeah, that’s right.
***
The Flight School colts’ locker room, I was just a teen. Sounds like the beginning of one of those really weird and cheesy coltcuddler romance flicks, huh? Or maybe one where things get steamy in the shower? Not exactly. Butterscotch, really small, weak, and scrawny at the time; he always was, but even more so then, was sitting on the bench beside me. After successfully undoing the lock on my locker after about the third try (I hated those things, they never worked right,) I opened it up. As I rummaged through its contents, I looked up at the gash above Scotch’s eye, his ratted and messy mane, and the dampness from tears around his red eyes. A pang of pain, followed by anger rushed through my body.
“Damn it! I’m tired of their shit, Scotch! They need to stop bein’ such flankholes and actually do what their supposed to for once instead of do shit like this to you!” I yelled aloud, slamming a hoof into the closed locker beside my own. I’m pretty sure it left a dent, but maybe I’m just over exaggerating. I’ve been told I do sometimes. Finally my hoof touched the small first aid kit I had left there in case I ever had a bad crash. I opened it up and dabbed the tip of my hoof into a small container of ointment.
“Man, I’m sorry,” I said weakly as I looked up at his disheveled and completely traumatized expression. I hated seeing him hurt, he looked like that every single time; and it happened a lot, way too much. Everypony in Flight School made a point of teasing him relentlessly, and even taking it as far as it went that day, physically hurting him. I couldn’t stand it. No matter who they were, colt or filly, good flyer or bad, they teased him anyways. The fillies were the worst, a bunch of cunts if you ask me. I hated their guts.
“There,” I said softly, dabbing a bit of the cream across his gash. I grabbed out a bandage and ripped away the paper with my teeth before setting it in place over his wound. “You alright besides that?”
He nodded his head quietly before bursting forward and wrapping his hooves tightly around my waist, along with burying his muzzle into my chest. I could feel his warm tears trickling across my fur and soaking down to my skin. Nopony in all of Equestria, even the worst of them should have had to go through what he experienced every day in Flight School. I held him close and gave him a few comforting pats on the back, but quickly pushed him away when I realized what I was doing. He couldn’t rely on me. He had to learn how to deal with it himself. He looked at me curiously, tears still streaming down his face.
“I can’t keep doing this, Butterscotch.” I shook my head, pausing a moment. “I’ll always be there for you, but doing what I’m doing is only making it worse. You need to toughen up, and stop being such a weak pussy! If you keep this shit up, they’ll never let up. You’re too easy of a target. If you got out there and started kicking some flank; you and me wouldn’t have to deal with any of this! It’s simple, Scotch. Just stop being a pansy…”
I hated yelling at him, or calling him names like that, but it was the only way for him to realize how weak he really was. If I kept babying him, he’d depend on me for everything, and he’d never get any better. He gasped out a few loud sobs and then whimpered as he sucked some snot, which lingered around his nostrils, back up into his head.
“It’s just who I am, Blitzy. I’ve tried and tried to change, but I can’t. I never will. I know how badly you want me to, but it’s not going to happen,” he said softly and weakly.
I sighed and placed my hoof on his shoulder. “Look, I’m not trying to be mean. I hope you get that. I’m doing this to help. I’m not forcing you into anything either. It’s your deal, not mine. I just somehow got involved. That’s just my advice, is all.”
“Oh, I know; and it makes me really happy to see how much you care for me.” A soft smile appeared on his face as he spoke. “You’ve always been there for me. I don’t know why somepony like you would want to help a weak little colt like me, but you do. Thank you.”
“Whoa…cheesy much?” I asked with a chuckle, patting his shoulder lightly. “You’re welcome, and I do it because I can’t stand to see somepony like you get pushed around. You’re a really good guy, and don’t deserve any of what they put you through.”
“You’re a really good guy too, Blitzy.” As he said this, his cheeks…well, more or less, his entire face lit up with red, and he looked away shyly. I gazed forward curiously, not exactly sure what it was all about. Come on, I was young and naïve. How was I supposed to know?
His eyes darted back and forth across the room around us making sure nopony else was there. It was silent, almost too silent. The benches, along with the floor around them, were empty besides an occasional stray piece of clothing left out by its owner. Our voices practically echoed as we spoke. It would be a while before this changed. Me and Butterscotch had left the flying course early after the…incident, and the rest of the students were still out flying.
“Um…there’s something I’ve um…been…w-wanting to tell you for a v-very long time…” Scotch muttered out nervously. By the amount of pauses and stutters in his statement, I knew it was something big.
“Yeah, alright, what?” I asked with an uninterested shrug in an attempt to make whatever he was about to say seem less important; so he could spit it out a bit easier.
“Um…well…like I said, you’ve always been there for me…and have always been really nice to me, and protected me…and have just been an all-around great friend. You’re really my best friend…my only friend, but…” his sentence trailed off into a mumble and he rubbed and clacked his hooves together anxiously.
“But what?” I asked, raising my voice in annoyance. “Just say it already!” I hated when he got like that. It was taking way longer than it should have for him to say whatever he was going to say.
“But…I want to well, um, take our friendship a step further…”
“Huh?” I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head curiously.
“I…I-I love you, Blitzy…” he whispered almost inaudibly.
“Yeah, man, I love you too…thought we already established that?” Once again, I was young, naive, and stupid, more or less. I was thinking of love as in the brotherly bond between us. I guess it was more of a brother and sister bond though, since Scotch was such a girl.
“No…no…I mean like…as in…you know…”
My eyes nearly popped out of my head as it finally hit me. My face was on fire. I couldn’t see it, of course, but I’m sure I was blushing like a complete idiot. “…U-uh…what the literal fuck, Scotch?” I yelled, shaking my head as I pushed away from him awkwardly, making sure I was out of hoof’s reach.
“You’re so fuckin’ weird, man…I mean if you’re gay that’s cool and all…but I’m totally not…so just…lay off, alright?” I jumped off the bench and onto my hooves. My wings shot out from my sides, no not because I was turned on, because I was nervous. You know, anticipation, wanting to get the heck out of there.
“Uh…let’s get back out on the course. Coach’ll be pissed if we don’t show back up,” I sputtered out as some form of excuse. Scotch shook his head quietly, at both my response, and to my command. “What? They’re not gonna pull off another stunt like that again in the same day…alright?” He shook his head more forcefully this time, still not saying a word. “Damn it, Scotch…okay, let’s just get outta here, and take the day off? You deserve it.”
He smiled sweetly and nodded his head as he stood up on his hooves. I motioned for him to follow as I turned towards the exit.
For days after the event, I couldn’t get the thought of him admitting those feelings to me out of my head. I cringed every time the scene replayed in my head, but somehow it felt good too. In a way, it made me happy to know how much he really liked me. I didn’t want to date him or bang him, or anything like that, but it still made me happy. Maybe it was the attention…I did like attention.
***
Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t really noticed when Butterscotch scooted his stool closer to mine; or when he rested his head against my shoulder again…or when he wrapped his hooves around me. It finally hit when my body starting warming up from his own.
I shook the memories away and realized that my friend was in the process of nuzzling his cheek against my own while rubbing a hoof across my back and against my wing. “Butterscotch! What the hay!” I shouted as I attempted to push him away.
“Mmm, come on, Blitzy…just one hug.” His grip was surprisingly strong, but I, of course, wasn’t using my full strength. I didn’t want to hurt him or anything.
“You already got a hug,” I muttered, attempting to pry his hoof away from my back. “And from the looks of it…it was a pretty damn long one. So get off, would ya?” He looked up at me with a sly smile and shook his head. “Scotch ! Come on, bro!”
“Oh, just a little longer. Pretty please?” he asked sweetly, tightening his hold.
“Alright, you asked for it,” I stated as plainly as possibly before giving him a harsh shove. The wasted colt practically had no time to balance himself, or even notice he was falling, before he and his stool flipped backwards. I winced as his back hit the wooden floor beneath with a loud thud…at least it wasn’t his head, right?
“Shit,” I muttered beneath my breath as I peered down at him. He lay flat on his back and his wings just then unfurled, and pretty slowly if you ask me. Nice reaction time, Scotch, real nice. By the awkward expression on his face, I could tell that from his perspective, the world was spinning.
I hopped off my stool and onto all fours, then stepped over top of him. “Come on, Scotch. I think we’ve had enough for tonight. Let’s get you home,” I said with a sigh. I really didn’t want to deal with taking him all the way home. It was a long walk, and he was in no shape to fly. If he would’ve even attempted it anyways. Then I had to deal with whatever kind of mood it was that he was in. Horny? Lonely? Romantic? It was something like that, maybe even all three.
I offered him my hoof and he gladly latched on, but decided to let me do all the lifting. Unfurling my wings for extra lifting power, I glided up into the air and pulled my stumbling friend back up onto his hooves. I then dropped back to the floor with a clack and wrapped a wing around his waist before he could tip over again.
I turned with him and placed a small pile of bits on the bar as the bartender watched my every move. I was sure he had been eyeballing us the entire night…and now he was glaring.
“Hey, just because he’s different doesn’t mean it’s wrong or disgusting, or anything like that, okay?” I huffed at him fiercely, before turning with Butterscotch and heading for the door.
Just because I wasn’t a coltcuddler didn’t mean I hated it when people made fun of them or called them sick and wrong. It’s rarer than the traditional relationship, I guess; and even rare compared to fillyfooling, but that doesn’t make it bad. The only reason ponies are okay with fillyfooling is because it’s hot. I mean, come on, two mare’s making out? Who doesn’t love that…Anyways, it’s just like that, except two dudes instead of mares. I never understood all the hate; and it really pissed me off when ignorant flankholes acted like, well, ignorant flankholes. Especially when it was directed towards really great colts, somepony like Butterscotch. They just couldn’t look past that fact.
With all that hugging and nuzzling, I was sure the bartender thought we were just two major fags on a night out, and that’s what set me off. It may come as a big surprise, and it still surprises me even, but I didn’t care what he thought about me, only how he viewed Butterscotch. I knew how sensitive he got, especially when he drank. All I cared about was protecting him; and that protective nature of mine made me overlook the fact that the bartender was probably just glaring because the scene I’d caused. Everypony that was still in the bar was staring at us after all. Even that Berry guy had somehow managed to lift his head off the bar and look up, leaving a nice pool of drool where he had been sleeping. The sudden crash must have somehow woken him up from his alcohol induced coma.
I opened the door with my free wing, and a burst of cool, night air hit my face as we left. I glanced back as the door was swinging shut and watched as the grumbling bartender set the stool we had knocked over, back up.
Author's Note
Wait, what? Still no clop? Yeah, that's right. I'm tired of my clop having no connection or emotion between the characters which are involved. So let's make some emotional involvement, shall we? Don't worry, your clop will be coming soon enough, and this will only make it better.
I took a deep breath of fresh air as we began our journey to Butterscotch’s cottage. It felt awesome to be out of that hot, stuffy old bar. It was quiet, only the peaceful sound of crickets and a few owls hooting in the distance. Calmness like that was something I normally wasn’t a big fan of; but after a night out, it felt good, great even. I sighed contently, looking around at the darkened homes of Ponyville, only a few with light still pouring out from their windows.
Swarms of moths and other bugs hung around the street lamps which lit our path, and a few bats swooped in and out of view snatching up a late night snack…or I guess for them it would be breakfast. There were only a few clouds in the sky, ones I probably ended up clearing the next day. Besides that, the skies were totally clear and the stars along with the moon shone brightly up above. Prince Artemis’ nights are pretty sweet if you ask me.
I’m sure Butterscotch would’ve been even more pleased about the scenery than I was if he wasn’t so drunk. It looked like pretty much all of his concentration was focused on not tripping over his own hooves and me. His eyes darted towards me every few seconds, then shot back down to the dirt path beneath.
There was a bit of a chill in the air that night. I would’ve hated to admit it, but I was glad Scotch’s body was pressed against mine as I held him steady with my wing. Otherwise, I might have gotten a bit cold. At least that cool air seemed to wave off a little of his drunkenness. He definitely seemed more alert and a little steadier on his hooves. Or maybe that was from the whole falling flat on his back incident. I know that would shook me out of it.
“Hey, uh, sorry about pushing you over back there. I wasn’t trying to or anything,” I mumbled.
“Oh, no… it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been harassing you like that,” he replied sweetly. At least his speech had improved a bit from the slurred nonsense he was spewing earlier. “But, um, now that we’re out here…” he pulled his head away from my shoulder and his eyes scanned the desolate darkness around, “all by ourselves…and away from that silly bartender, we don’t… have to worry about anypony calling you a coltcuddler.”
I let out a huff as he rested his head against me again. “I wasn’t acting like that because of him. I did it because I’m not a fag.”
“Oh, Blitzy, I know how hard…” he paused to let out a soft hic, “it is to accept the fact that you’re interested in other colts. I understand… your hesitation,” he said as he pushed his body even closer against mine, his soft fur rubbing up against me.
“What? No…I’m not interested…ugh! Never mind,” I grumbled. “Just lay off the gay stuff for now, will ya?” I have to admit, I did admire the fact that he was so persistent about getting with me. He was normally so…well, submissive about everything, but he got pretty assertive when it came to the subject. He wouldn’t talk about it for months on end, but then all of the sudden it’d come back up, and he’d be nonstop when it came to attempting to convince me that I was a coltcuddler, and that I liked him.
“Please just give me a chance. I know you’re… curious about it, and I could be your first, an experiment… I guess you could call it.” He looked up at me with big, pleading puppy dog eyes and a slight, but hopeful frown on his face.
“Scotch , you know I hate it when you do that…you just look so damn cute…er…as in, ya know, animal cute like a puppy or a kitten or something…shit…” my sentence trailed off into a mumble, and then I got quiet. I was starting to feel like Scotch now. Even though it was cold out, I was starting to sweat.
Butterscotch’s cheeks began flushing pink from what I’d said. “Y-you really think I’m cute? Oh…Blitzy!” he exclaimed, or more or less gasped quietly.
I rolled my eyes, wanting to stop dead in my tracks and smack a hoof against my forehead. “No…no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just…wait! …how do you know I’m curious about coltcuddling? I am not! Where’d you even get that idea?” I sputtered out defensively.
“Don’t you remember?” he asked with an annoyingly sly smile.
“Remember what?”
“The first time we ever drank together?”
I shook my head slightly, trying to remember what he was talking about, and quickly lost myself in my thoughts.
***
“Do you really think we should be doing this? I mean, what if your parents find out?” A scrawny little Butterscotch asked me. This was a few weeks or so after the whole locker room incident. The cut above his eye was practically gone. We were sitting in my room, on the floor. A bottle of wine and two plastic cups sat between us.
“They’re both out at work, man. They just think you’re spending the night like always. We’ve never done anything bad before…that they know of. They trust us. We’ll be totally fine as long as you don’t go confessing to your parents or something like that…which you better not.” I smirked. “You’ve seen me kick some flank before, and I don’t think you’d like it if it was your flank being kicked, right?”
His eyes widened slightly. “Okay, okay…there’s no need to threaten me. I wasn’t going to tell anypony. Our secret is sealed.”
“Glad to hear it,” I said before bending forward and latching my teeth around the bottle’s cork. With a few tugs, the plug pulled out with a pop, and I spit it to the ground below. “And now we drink!” I said excitedly, the dark liquid glugging out as I filled our cups.
We raised our glasses for a toast, and I happily took down a huge gulp, then cringed at the bitter taste. “Ugh…this stuff tastes like shit!” I grumbled, my tongue, dyed purple, hanging from my mouth. “Are you sure this stuff isn’t expired or something?”
Scotch shook his head quietly, taking a few sips. “This is how it’s supposed to taste. I tried a drink from another bottle my mom took out of the cellar a while back.”
“I guess it just takes some getting used to then?” I asked with a shrug, taking another gulp. “I heard it takes a few glasses before you start feeling anything…but probably less for us since we have no tolerance.”
He nodded his head and smiled in response. “I’m really glad I’m doing this alone with you instead of going to that big party they’re having tonight. I don’t know if I could handle it…and just think about what they might do to us if we passed out.”
I shrugged again and nodded my head. “Yeah, let them have their party. I don’t wanna spend time with those flankholes anyways. Screw them!”
In reality, I really wished I’d been invited to the party they were throwing. I had dreams of being the cool guy that everypony liked, but big surprise coming, I actually wasn’t. I know, weird, right? Butterscotch was the only pony that’d ever hang with me. I mean, there were a few fillies that I caught the attention of here and there…but not many. It’s not like Butterscotch was my last desperate resort or anything though. He was fun, and a cool friend. I really liked spending time with him.
We drank the alcohol down quickly in hopes it’d get us drunker faster, and it was definitely working. By this point we were already about halfway through our second glass, and I was already feeling a bit off. I’d be feeling like this fairly often throughout the rest of my Flight School career. All the headaches and sick days were probably what got me kicked out…that, and the not following the rules thing.
“If you don’t mind me asking; you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but what happened with that filly you were dating?” Scotch asked curiously after downing a gulp.
I thought about the question for a while, taking way longer than I should have to process any kind of ideas…and struggling to keep my body from swaying back and forth. The wine was hitting me hard…really hard.
“I just…uh…we…well, I dunno,” I muttered, not really wanting to talk about it in the first place. I really didn’t know what happened. We dated for about two weeks and then everything just sort of went to shit. I didn’t know how to explain it. “Yeah, I don’t wanna talk about it…” I said with a sigh.
“It’s okay, Blitzy…I understand,” he mumbled, struggling to pour us both some more wine. “I’m here for you though…and, um, I know you said…well, you said you weren’t interested in other colts…but um, if you ever want to give it a try. I…I’ll be your coltfriend.”
I gazed forward at him, not fully sure what was going through my head. “I…I guess it’s worth a try,” I said, slightly nodding my head. “I’ve never been with a colt before and stuff…” I closed my eyes for a moment, nearly falling over onto my side. They shot back open as I continued. “I trust you, and I know you…and you’re not all that bad looking…especially for a colt. You sorta act like a filly anyways.” I chuckled at my own joke, still not exactly sure what I was doing.
A weird new feeling came over me as I continued to stare at him. I felt warm inside, content, happy…I wanted more. I moved forward and wrapped my hooves around him, watching his face grow red, and feeling his body freeze in my grasp. It was the same feeling I got when he first told me he liked me, except way better.
He slowly brought his shaking hooves up to my waist and gently grasped my sides. I could feel my mouth widening into a grin as I rubbed my hoof up and down his back.
“Don’t get all shy now, Scotch,” I mumbled, placing my hoof beneath his chin and forcing his head up so that we faced each other eye to eye. I pulled him closer and could feel his heart pounding as my chest pressed against his. I puckered my lips, tilted my head, and pressed our muzzles together softly. A surprised gasp burst from his mouth and into my own. I could taste the wine on his breath.
Finally, he got up the nerve to start kissing back instead of just sitting there and letting me do all the work. This only made me feel the need to kiss back deeper. I opened my mouth slightly wider and let my tongue push out from between my lips and against his. As I made my way just slightly into his mouth, his tongue met mine…
Accepting the Truth and Pushing Ahead
Shit…I kissed him…I really fucking kissed him. It was the wine, right? Why the hay would I do it otherwise? Totally just the wine… I thought in an attempt to convince myself that I wasn’t even slightly interested in other colts. That feeling, the one I had our first time drinking, and the one in the locker room, was coming back on me in full force. Maybe it’s the cider? I must have drank more than I thought or something. How many did I have? Three? Or was it four…six maybe?
I was trying my hardest, but there was no denying I was into him. I liked fillies…but I was a coltcuddler too. The best way to deal with this is just forget about it. It definitely worked the first time. I didn’t even remember that kiss happening…or maybe that was just from the alcohol.
The night suddenly got way more awkward than it already was. I gulped slightly, and glanced at Butterscotch who I was sure was waiting for my response. He must have forgotten about it though. He was busy concentrating on his hooves again as they plodded along the path. I sighed with relief, and he glanced at me a moment before turning his eyes up towards the sky.
My plan was simple, get Scotch home, say goodbye, get out before anything else came up, and forget that night ever happened. He, or more likely, I was making it difficult though. His body brushing back and forth against my own was feeling better by the second. Instead of wanting to push him away and let him stumble the rest of the way home on his own, I wanted to bring him even closer to me.
I looked around, back and forth, to make sure nopony was watching us. The world around us had grown even darker since we reached the outskirts of town and there were no more street lamps to light our way. I could hear the distant rushing of the creek by Scotch’s cottage, and saw the glow of his porch light farther ahead.
Even if somepony saw us walking, it was dark enough that our features were hidden. They’d of course assume that one of us was Scotch heading home, but me, they had no clue. Even though that was the case, I was still cautious. I had no idea what would happen if anypony figured out I was into colts. I was definitely sure it’d ruin my reputation though.
As long as nopony saw us…then everything was fine, perfectly fine. I tightened my wing around his back, pulling him snuggly against my side. He at me, but didn’t say a word, just smiled. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what I was. My heart was pounding, and my body practically shaking with nerves. I was tough though. I could easily pull through those first awkward moments…besides, even if those feelings were so nerve wracking, they still felt good.
I couldn’t believe how long I’d hid those feelings from myself. It was like they were repressed memories, bad enough to forget. The problem was, they weren’t bad at all. It felt pretty good to have feelings for him…I guess that’s just the way pony society works. You try so hard to act ‘normal’ and to fit in so no one questions you or makes fun of you, that you forget who you really are; and I’m awesome no matter what! That’s a fact. Yeah, I’m different, but being unique is what makes somepony so cool, right?
I had never really realized how cute Butterscotch actually was. In a way, he sort of did look filly-ish. His face was slender, but not too small, nicely rounded. The cute pink bangs hanging down near the sides of his face and slightly covering his eyes fit him perfectly…and those eyes, the best feature on him. Although they were still a bit glazed over from our night out, his eyes were large and puppy-dog like as always, their vibrant teal color easily seen in the starlight. His normal expression, which was slowly returning to his face, displayed a trace of his persistent anxiety and fear, along with a sweet, submissive smile upon his face. He was really cute.
I decided to take a look at his body too. I peered over my shoulder and gazed at the parts which my wing didn’t cover. I knew for a fact he rarely, if not never, worked out or got any form of exercise, but his body was slim, the nice kind of slim, not a stick like he was back in Flight School. I’m not a douche, so his looks weren’t the only thing I liked. He had that adorable personality to match. It was definitely annoying sometimes, but most of the time, it just made him even cuter and more likeable.
I shook myself, realizing that he seemed to grow cuter and cuter by the second in my mind. Maybe he slipped some kind of drug in my cider or something… He didn’t. I was still just having a hard time admitting to myself how I really felt.
The boards of the bridge creaked under our hooves as we crossed over the small stream next to Scotch’s cottage. The light glowing beside his door was warm and welcoming compared to the cool, dark night. I realized there was a major problem with the plan I had developed earlier. The one where I’d get him home, leave before anything else happened and forget about the night altogether. Well, I didn’t want to leave. His body felt so awesome against mine. I wanted to hold him as long as I could.
I didn’t just want that. I wanted more. I wanted to kiss him again like back on that night. I remembered how it made me feel inside, but forgot exactly how his lips felt against mine. I wanted to find out again. I wanted to snuggle up to him, let him nuzzle his snout against my chest. I wanted to make out with him…I wanted to grind our bodies together and warm ourselves up…I totally wanted to buck him…
His persistence had finally paid off. He’d bugged me for so long, and finally, I’d given in to what he wanted. He had no clue though…or maybe he was just being shy. After that many years, I’m sure the fear factor would be pretty bad. He finally had me, but wasn’t sure what to do next? Typical Scotch.
He gently opened the door and flicked on the lights with his hoof. On the floor in front of us was his little bunny, Angel. She was a little cunt most of the time, but she really cared for Scotch. She crossed her little arms and tapped a foot angrily against the ground.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Angel…what time is it?” Butterscotch’s eyes darted up to the wooden cuckoo clock on his wall. “Oh my…” It was getting pretty late. “I’m very sorry, Angel. I know… I said I’d be home sooner. I never meant to… make you worry. You go on to bed, you look really tired. I’ll be there shortly.”
The rabbit shook her head and let out a high pitched huff before hopping away up the stairs. “Yeah, hi to you too, Angel!” I yelled up at her.
“Mmm, Blitzy…you should probably be getting home soon too… I think.” By his long pauses, still slightly slurred speech, and really slow blinks, I could tell he was still drunk, but way better than what he had been.
I honestly didn’t want to go home. The fly back wasn’t that long at all, but on cool nights like that, it seemed to take ages. His house was always so cozy. The nice rug laying in the middle of the floor; the warm green color painted over the wooden floor boards; the comfy couch sitting in the center of the room near the back, the low glow of the lamps beside it. All of it made it really welcoming. Scotch would definitely be a good interior decorator if a pony wanted something all warm and cozy. I figured it’d be nice just to stay there, not go home that night. Of course the cold air outside wasn’t the main thing keeping me there. Even if I was a bit of a coltcuddler, that totally didn’t mean I was a pansy. I could easily tough through the slight chill in the air. I wanted to stay for Butterscotch.
“Actually, uh…” I paused and scratched at the back of my head with a hoof. “I was thinking maybe I could stay over. Ya know, a sleepover, just like old times.”
“Really?” Butterscotch asked, almost in shock, although he was too drunk to show it. “You had to…put up with my shit all night long, and you’re…really still willing to spend more time with me?”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Hearing him curse never got old, and still hasn’t to this day. “Of course,” I said with a smile. “You’re not that hard to deal with…besides, I’m really starting to like your shit. It’s fun.”
“Well, um…what’d you want to do? I… wasn’t really prepared for guests.”
“Uh…uh…” There were so many things I wanted to say to him as I mumbled out those ‘uhs,’ but I just couldn’t figure out how to get them out. “Uh…” Finally, a certain something he’d said from earlier that night crossed my mind, and I figured out just what to say. “You know how you said you really wouldn’t mind a nice, strong stallion with a big cock, ya know, rutting you out? Well, I could help out with that…”
Probably not my best line. If it was anypony other than Butterscotch, I think I would’ve had a hoof smacking into my cheek at that point. A much simpler, ‘You’re right, Scotch. I do love you,’ would’ve easily done the trick, and made me sound way less horny. I wasn’t really worried about what I’d said then though. Just what it said about me.
Holy Solaris, Blitz, you’re such a fucking fag! Total Coltcuddler…GAY! What the hay are you thinking…and doing?
Author's Note
I hope you've readied your bodies. It's clop time.
What is Love?
“Oh…that’s very kind of you, Blitzy,” he said with a smirk. “But…I’m really not in the mood to go out…and search for a colt at this time of night. Besides…I would never ever just let anypony buck me…I’m just not that sort of pony.”
I quickly shook my head. “No, Scotch, not like that. I meant that I could help you out with that as in, ya know…”
He tilted his head curiously, his eyes nearly falling shut as his drunken mind attempted to figure out what I meant, which didn’t work all that well.
“I mean…well, look…” I stuttered out. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was getting. I never got this nervous when I was asking a mare out, but Scotch, he was different. Let me tell you, it might seem like it’d be easier to ask your practically lifelong friend out than somepony you barely no, but nope, no way. It only made things harder.
I could feel myself beginning to sweat again, and my legs just slightly shaking with nerves. “You win…alright, you win!” I huffed. “You’ve been trying to get me to like you as more than a friend for all these years, and you finally fucking did it, alright? This sounds so damn cheesy, but bro, or I guess…uh, it’d be more than that now, I wanna be your coltfriend.”
He was probably in no state of mind to recieve this sort of information, but the sudden shock did sober him up for a bit. His eyes widened, wider than I’d ever seen them before. He froze like a foal caught in the act of stealing a cookie out of the cookie jar. A look of complete astonishment and surprise covered his face as it lit up with red.
“O-oh…my,” he finally managed mutter out. He was definitely sounding much more like himself, much less pausing, much quicker talking, and plenty of shyness. “I-I’d really like that, Blitzy. I mean, I’d love it…yes, I’d love it if you were my coltfriend.”
It may have just been my imagination, or my own heart, but I was sure I could hear his beating, even at the distance he was from me. He paused for a moment, and nearly tipped over. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or the shock kicking in. I rushed to his side and steadied him before he could make his second fall that night.
“Thanks,” he whispered as I walked him over to the couch and helped him take a seat.
“No problem,” I said with a shrug as I sat down closely beside him, the heat of his body warming my own again. “Uh…anyways…” I rubbed a hoof nervously against the back of my neck. I hated how nervous I was getting. It was just like any other date, except he was a colt… and my best friend. I was probably just as nervous as he was.
“Um…why now? I mean, what made you change your mind?” he asked as he snuggled up against me. Alright, maybe I actually was more nervous, the liquid courage thing must have really worked. I should’ve drank more so I didn’t feel like such an idiot.
I could feel my cheeks heating up as I shrugged and attempted to find an answer. “I dunno…I guess, I guess I’ve sort of always felt this way, or at least I started to when you first said you liked me way back.”
The expression on his face showed he was both confused and a bit hurt. “Then why did you never say yes?”
“Look…I guess I was just too much of a pussy to admit it. I somehow managed to hide my feelings from myself. Ya know, peer pressure and all. Just think about it. I woulda been the laughing stock of Flight School, and probably most of Cloudsdale. Same thing would happen here in Ponyville now. You know me and my ego… Me being a coltcuddler just totally destroys it.”
“So…you want to keep this a secret?”
I let out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, for now. Sorry.”
“Oh no, it’s fine, Blitzy. I understand,” he said sweetly as he nuzzled into my chest.
A rush of excitement coursed through my body and my heart pounded heavily. His nuzzling had never felt so good. “Yeah, I should’ve realized how much I liked you ages ago,” I muttered nervously. “You’re totally awesome…”
I could feel his breath push against my fur as he giggled. “You never call me awesome.”
“Not as awesome as me, of course!” I teased, getting up some courage and wrapping a hoof around his waist.
“Nopony could be as awesome as you are,” he said softly as he moved his head away from my chest and smiled. “I really can’t believe I’m cuddling with the awesomest pony in Equestria right now.”
Just the way he said it really turned me on. He actually believed it too. I mean, yeah I’m awesome, but he actually thought I was the awesomest, how sweet. “Hey, Scotch, ya know how we kissed that one night?” I asked, my heart pounding even faster.
“Mhm,” he said as his smile widened.
“I don’t really remember much of it…I kinda…wanna do it again.”
“I’ve wanted to kiss you again for so long, Blitzy,” he cooed, wrapping his hooves around my waist and gazing into my eyes. His cheeks glowed a deep shade of pink as I gazed back.
I turned so I faced him fully and pulled him towards me. I could feel my breathing quicken as I leaned my snout in towards his. I watched as his lips pursed and his eyes fell shut. As I closed my own, all I could think was You’re really going to kiss a colt, Blitz. You’re actually gonna kiss a colt…
I really didn’t care though. All I cared about was how badly I wanted it. I was surprised by how soft his lips were when I finally reached them. I was expecting something rougher because ya know, colt and all. Maybe they weren’t exactly as soft as a mare’s, but they were definitely close.
A rush of excitement and well, more or less, happiness came over me as I wrapped my lips around his. Surprisingly enough, I felt his tongue making his way into my mouth before I even had the chance to start thinking about turning it into a make out session.
I teased and fought back against his tongue at the entrance of my mouth. His breath tasted like scotch instead of wine this time, a lot of scotch. He was good, really good. He must have had practice, but with what or who? I shrugged it off as his tongue pushed deeper into my mouth and I sloppily fought it back. I could feel his hot slobber beginning to wetly cake around my lips from all the kissing, and it felt awesome. I was getting more and more turned on by the second.
I tightened my hold around him, trying to get his body as close to mine as possible. I still wanted more. I brought a hoof to his chest and gave him a forceful push onto his back, falling to the couch with him so I wouldn’t break the kiss. I could feel my body brushing against his own and my crotch pushing down on his. I couldn’t hold back anymore and my wings shot up all stiff and rigid with a loud pomf! And you know what that means.
With my eyes now open, I watched as Butterscotch’s entire face slowly transformed from yellow to red as he let out a heavy gasp into my mouth. My stallionhood was rock hard and aching for more as it pressed down against his own. I could feel it growing against mine and watched as his wings slowly unfurled from his sides.
“Mmm, Blitzy,” he gasped as he broke away from the kiss and panted excitedly. I couldn’t help but smirk seeing the look of complete pleasure on his face. A smile formed on his open mouth, the fur around it dripping with saliva. We were barely getting started and he was already so happy. I was curious what kind of look he’d have on his face later.
My smirk widened as I gently moved my hips up and down, letting my cock grind against his. He let out a moan, his cock getting harder and harder by the second. I was expecting a colt like him to have a smaller stallionhood, so I was pretty surprised when I realized it had reached the size of my own…maybe a little smaller.
I started grinding harder and deeper. The soft skin of his thick, bulging cock rubbing back and forth against my own felt so good. It was sort of weird how much I really was enjoying this. I was sort of worried that I’d think it was disgusting. Stallionhood’s were definitely something I didn’t appreciate staring at, and I would’ve never really thought of touching one or anything else before that night. It was hot though, really hot.
I brought a hoof down to our two cocks as I continued to grind and curiously cupped it around his balls. He bit down on his lower lip (which looked really, really cute) as fondled them. They were big and would move with a slight bit of resistance as I pushed my hoof against them. The skin around them was taught and smooth.
“Now I know what you meant,” Scotch said with a soft moan. I looked at him curiously. “You’re gonna be the stallion that ruts me out.”
I could feel myself blushing as I nodded my head eagerly. “Y-yeah…you got that right. “So…is there anything speci-” my sentence was suddenly cut off as his hoof pressed against my lips.
“We can’t go straight to bucking, Blitzy...” He paused, thinking for a moment. “Have you ever had a blowjob?”
“Nah,” I said shaking my head. I had only bucked a filly once, and since it was both our first…things were sort of awkward. She up and left me a week or two after, so I never really got the chance to experiment much. Enough about that though.
“Then, would you like one?” he asked with a smile, stroking a hoof against my chest. He let out a soft giggle and whispered, “You have a really strong chest.”
“Thanks,” I stated proudly, tightening my muscles for him. “Takes a lot of training to get it like this.”
“Mmm, well, I love it,” he moaned. “Now, um, are you interested in that blowjob…or do you want to try something else?”
Considering the fact that I’d already forgotten he’d asked that question, I could tell I was getting nervous again. “Uh…” I mumbled nervously, pretending to think about it. Of course I wanted it. I’d always wanted a blowjob, and Butterscotch was totally hot…and sweet…and awesome. He was the perfect candidate, but the whole him being a colt thing was still getting to me. I wanted it though, and him. “Uh, yeah, of course I do!” I exclaimed almost matter-of-factly.
His smile widened and he gave me one of the cutest winks I’d ever seen as he pushed his hooves against my chest. I grinned excitedly, my heart pounding again as I sat back up on my flank, allowing him to do the same. He crawled down onto the floor in front of me, and his cheeks lit up again as he placed his hooves on my thighs.
I spread my legs for him as he admired my stallionhood and gently stroked his hooves back and forth against the fur of my thighs. I could barely wait to have such a cute colt going down on me. I was sure he was licking around his lips on purpose just to tease me. Or maybe he was just that excited to have my dick in his mouth.
There was something else that made me feel hesitant, besides the whole this was totally gay idea. It was the fact that he was still drunk. I mean, he was definitely even better now, but that still didn’t mean he was sober. Was I taking advantage of him? Nah, I know he wants this. He’s been into me for years. He totally wants this. Even if he wasn’t drunk he’d be doing it. It’d just be way more awkward. That was the truth. It would have been better to wait until he was sober, but I wasn’t necessarily taking advantage of him. I was ready. I wanted everything.
He smiled at me again as one of his hooves moved down to my inner thigh and the other wrapped around my shaft. My heart was racing again. I felt sick, almost nauseous. I still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. I was eager though, and excited. There was no backing away now. This was it. He looked at me intently as if waiting for my approval. I gave him a slow but confident nod.
It felt amazing as he stroked gently up and down my shaft. The sole of his hoof was soft and smooth, especially for a colt’s. I couldn’t help but let out a slight pant every time his hoof descended back down to my base. He gazed up at me with those cute eyes of his, not to mention the really adorable way he bit his lower lip. I gazed back and watched as his eyes darted back down to my stallionhood every few seconds to make sure he was stroking correctly. I wasn’t sure about him, but I was ready for more.
“Hey Scotch,” I said softly, “you can start.”
He nodded his head and his cheeks were flushed with pink again as he leaned forward, his tongue sticking slightly out of his mouth. I let out a gasp as I felt the warm, wet surface of his tongue slide across my tip. He smiled and blushed even deeper as my cock twitched with pleasure at his touch. He then slowly traced his way around my tip causing a pleased grunt to escape my mouth.
Just like when he kissed me, I had an odd feeling he’d practiced this before. Maybe he had a secret lover he never told me about? I shrugged the notion off again, deciding to focus on the awesome event taking place right then rather than my thoughts. Besides, if he was good, he was good. I didn’t care how he got that way.
He gave my shaft another few strokes as he kissed my tip lovingly and sucked at its surface. He definitely knew how to tease. I had never wanted my cock in another pony’s mouth so badly in my life. I smirked as I placed a hoof on his head and fondled his ear lovingly. His eyes turned up at me once more. They seemed to be glimmering through the drunken glaze with a combination of love and excitement.
After playing with his ear for a few seconds, I gently pushed down on his head. He knew exactly what I was going for and loosed his lips so they slid down over my tip. I moaned as he suckled lovingly, the smooth walls of his mouth tightening around my head. As he continued, he added some tongue, teasing around in a circle again.
“Damn, Scotch,” I said with a sigh. “You’re pretty good!”
He gave me a soft wink, his cheeks returning to their pink color. I grinned in response and pushed his snout further down over my cock. He sucked and slurped loudly, either on purpose to get me off, or he was just enjoying himself that much. Probably enjoying himself. Trails of his spit trickled down over my shaft and onto my balls, causing my cock to twitch at the pleasurable sensation.
This time, Scotch took the initiative and began gently bobbing his head up and down. The suctioned walls of his mouth glided easily up and down over the surface of my cock, causing it to throb intensely as he reached my sensitive tip and plunged himself back down. He was just about reaching my ring with the end of his snout every time he came down and I was curious whether or not he could go farther.
As he reached my ring with another plunge, I gave his head a forceful push. He gagged slightly and a wave of his spit poured down over my shaft, but surprisingly enough he managed to steady himself and continue. I let out another moan as he pushed my cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. I could feel my tip push up against the back of his throat and I could feel my eyes widening as he continued. He’d reach my base in no time going the pace he was. I couldn’t believe how much he was taking in.
My cock was curving down into his throat and at that moment, he gagged again. I grunted lovingly as it tightened around my shaft from reflex. It felt so awesome! Then a few seconds later, he was at my base, drool trickling down over my balls.
“Shit Scotch! Wow!” I gasped with pleasure, my cock throbbing in his throat. He quickly pulled back up for air. A dripping string of saliva connected his tongue to my cock as he sucked in air. I could feel his moist, heavy breaths pushing out onto my tip.
“Am I…doing okay…Blitzy?” he asked in between breaths.
“You’re doing awesome! ” I replied excitedly . “…Maybe a little faster though?”
He nodded his head and took in a deep breath before going down on me again. I was surprised at how easily he glided down to my base and back up again, rarely missing a beat. He sucked lovingly, the walls of his mouth fit snuggly around my shaft. His drool sloshed and squelched around my cock as he struggled to hold back his gags. He was amazing.
I couldn’t control the grunts and moans the escaped my mouth, or the thrusting of my hips with his motions. I placed my hoof on his head again and brushed it through his silky mane. “Mmm, Scotch!” I moaned loudly as he quickened his pace. The way he was blowing me, I knew I was gonna cum fast.
My balls began to snug up against my cock which twitched more strongly with each of his motions. My hooves began to twitch with pleasure. My eyes fell shut as the edges of my vision began to grow blurry, and I let my head fall backwards against the couch. Butterscotch had noticed the signs and pulled away slowly.
I blinked my eyes opened and tilted my head forward, gazing at him curiously. He stared at me, blushing deeply. “Um…would you mind cumming all over my face?” he asked with a sweet smile.
“Uh…sure,” I said with a shrug. I figured seeing cum all over his cute face would be hot.
He gently stroked at my cock with both of his hooves along with licking his tongue up and down my shaft. I was already so close to cumming, I knew I’d be sent over the edge in no time. I kept my eyes open though, intent on seeing every moment of my orgasm.
“Blitzy,” he moaned softly as his tongue wrapped around my shaft. The tingling sensation within my cock raised with each and every warm lick, and every soft stroke of his hooves.
“Ungh, Scotch, I’m gonna…I’m gonna,” I grunted, feeling my body tense, and the world around me grow a pleasurable white. The only thing I could possibly concentrate on at that moment was how amazing each touch from Scotch felt. The rest of the world didn’t exist.
He pulled his tongue away and positioned his mouth at my tip as the grip of his hooves tightened and their pace quickened. In only a few short strokes, I came. I moaned loudly as each pleasurable burst of my seed rocketed out of my cock and splattered over his face. He gulped it down whenever it made it into his mouth and moaned happily each time the sticky fluid splattered onto his muzzle and cheeks. It looked so hot. I was totally right. I wanted to shower him in my cum, but, of course, not that much came out. I did make quite the load though.
I smirked, watching as the steamy goo slowly dripped down his face. He licked his lips and wiped away what he couldn’t reach with his hooves; then sucked the mess off of them too.
“How do I taste?” I asked, my smirk widening.
“Like rainbows,” he teased.
I stroked at his ear lovingly again. “Yeah, I know. I taste just as awesome as I look.”
“So, Blitzy…do you still wanna rut me?” he asked with a wide smile.
I looked down at my stomach which heaved in and out with each of my heavy pants. I was a bit tired from the first round, but it didn’t mean I was spent. I sighed and wiped the cooling sweat away from my brow. “Heck yeah!”
“Mmm, good. You wait here and relax a second. I’ll go get the lube,” he said lustfully as he stood up on all fours and made his way towards the stairs.
“Wait, don’t you wanna buck in your bed where it’s more comfortable or something?” I’d buck him anywhere. I was just being considerate.
Scotch turned and gave me a mischievous smile as he shook his head. “No, I want you to buck me on the floor like the naughty colt that I am.”
“Whoa, kinky much?” I teased. What he said really turned me on. I was already getting hard again.
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.
The world was a groggy haze when I woke up the next morning. My neck hurt from sleeping with my head leaned up against the arm of the couch, but the rest of me felt great. I hadn’t slept that well in ages. Once the blurriness started going away, I could see that Scotch was awake too, and staring down at me with a worried look on his face. I figured he was just worried that he was the cause of waking me up and interrupting my sleep.
“Morning, Scotch,” I said with a grin. “Let me tell ya, last night was so freaking awesome !
“I’m glad to hear that, Blitzy. You were great too, but um, there’s something I wanted to say about that.” His frown grew even more worried.
“Yeah…sure?” I said hesitantly, trying to figure out exactly what the problem was. Thoughts began racing through my mind as he worked up the courage to force out his words. Did he actually not wanna buck me? Was it just the alcohol? …Did I really take advantage of him? I’m such a dick…
“Well, I, um, just wanted to make sure of something…”
“Yes?” I asked, nodding my head anxiously.
“When you said that you wanted to be my, well, my coltfriend last night…did you really mean it? Or were you just saying that because you wanted to have sex with me?”
I opened my mouth but paused a moment. Reality had finally struck. The night before did actually happen, and it was no dream. He was a colt, and that was definitely more than strange for me; but did gender and other ponies’ opinions really matter? Just lying there with him, just waking up to his cute face, just hearing his sweet voice made my heart pound and made me feel happy. What we did was definitely more than just two friends having some fun. I wanted to be with him, no matter what the cost or what ponies thought of us.
“I meant it, Scotch. I really did. I wanna have a real relationship with you…I just, it’ll take some easing into. Let’s just keep it between us for now, alright? Maybe once I get a feel for it, I’ll be ready to take it out in public.”
A soft smile appeared on Butterscotch’s face, which slowly transformed into a wider smile, and then a grin. His eyes sparkled with joy and excitement. “Oh, Blitzy!” he cried out, wrapping his hooves tightly around me as he nuzzled my chest. “You don’t know how happy this makes me.” His voice was muffled by my fur. “I just…I just…I just can’t believe you actually want this. Oh, I’ve wanted this for so long. I’d always thought this’d just be a dream…” He suddenly grew completely silent.
“Hey, I’m pretty happy about this too. I mean, I totally didn’t realize how much I really liked you until last night…but I really do. This is gonna be kinda weird, but I’m excited to make it work,” I said to both break the silence, and because I couldn’t help but let out my true feelings.
He pulled away, tears streaming down his face. “Hey, it’s alright,” I said softly, stroking a hoof against his ear. These definitely weren’t tears of joy, I could tell. “What’s up? What’s going on?”
I flinched as his hoof made contact with my cheek. It was meant to be a slap, but didn’t hurt, of course. It definitely surprised me though. “What the hay, Scotch?” I asked, raising my voice slightly, and shaking my head with confusion.
“I just can’t believe you liked me all this time, but just didn’t ‘realize’ it! I’ve been trying and trying for years to get you to maybe, just maybe have feelings for me, and have even been so close to giving up on you…and everything else! Why couldn’t you have just figured this out sooner?”
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but paused, not exactly sure what to say. “Look, Scotch, I was just scared. Yes, I Rainbow Blitz, was scared, and still am. It’s because so many ponies would call what we’ve got going now weird and disgusting and wrong…I just couldn’t accept that. I didn’t want to be an outsider. All those years in Flight School where I was made fun of and hurt, I just didn’t want it any worse than what I already had. Then after that, when ponies finally started to like me and know my name, I was too afraid to go back to what it was like in Flight School. You know how much I hated it. You’re totally awesome though, and I guess…I guess I’m willing to sacrifice that sort of stuff for you.”
He sniffled and his eyes widened. “Wow…that was very, very sweet. I just…you really mean that too, don’t you?”
I smiled. “Yeah, of course I do.”
“Well, Blitzy, I’ll forgive you under one condition.”
Butterscotch making deals instead of just accepting whatever there was to offer? At that moment, I knew the relationship was definitely going to be an interesting one. I was starting to see a side of Scotch I’d rarely ever seen, and I was sure I’d be seeing a lot more of it too. “Alright, what?”
“Well, um, you got to buck me last night…but, I sort of, am interested in bucking you. If you let me…”
“Whoa, whoa, what?” I asked in surprise, my body tensing at the thought. “You…wanna stick your dick…in my plot?”
He nodded his head softly, but confidently. “Yes.”
“I…I…uh…” I mumbled out, shaking my head.
“Oh, please, it’ll make me so happy! Who knows, you might like it too.”
“Um…well…uh…” I wasn’t sure, it just seemed so painful when I was doing it to Scotch. Was the pain worth the pleasure? I was curious, but that wasn’t the main reason why we were doing this. It was for Scotch, and after what I’d did to him, after all those years, he deserved it. I really did like him, and was willing to give him what he wanted, especially if it made him happy. That sounds totally cheesy, but it was the truth. “Uh…a-alright,” I said with a nod and a gulp.
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.”
