Taking Care of the Crusaders

There was a session of pacing in front of the sofa before Butterscotch finally took his seat. He was worried, almost panicking. What the fillies were going to do did not seem like one of their average ideas to find their cutie mark. It was something that had to involve him which made it even worse. He seemed to be the subject of their entire plan. He sighed, knowing that it was going to happen no matter how much he worried or thought it over. He would simply have to deal with it as it came. It was not long after he came to this conclusion that the sound of small hooves could be heard making their way downstairs.

“Oh, hi, Butterscotch. There you are,” Sweetie Belle said with a wide smile as she turned the corner, her pale green eyes gleaming as she approached.

“Um, hey, Sweetie Belle,” Butterscotch replied rather awkwardly.

“Can I sit with you?”

“Sure,” Butterscotch muttered, growing more nervous by the second. Sweetie Belle grinned and climbed her way up onto the cushion beside him.

“So… why are you down here instead of with Scootaloo and Apple Bloom?”

“I… uh…” Sweetie Belle fumbled as she struggled to find words. “Well, I just wanted to see you is all.”

“Oh, okay… can I ask why?”

“Because I like spending time with you…” she muttered. “Do you not want me to or something? I can just go back upstairs I guess,” she huffed, crossing her front hooves and giving him a pout.

“No, no, of course not. I was just curious. What would you like to do?”

“Um, well, I…” Sweetie Belle sighed rather shakily and suddenly pounced forward into his lap. “I want to cuddle. Do you like cuddling because I do!” Butterscotch’s hooves immediately rose away from her small body and his muscles tensed in shock.

“I… I do but…”

“But what? Don’t you wanna cuddle me? I’d really appreciate it.”

“Well… a-alright, I guess that’s fine.” As Sweetie Belle burrowed her muzzle into the fur of his stomach, he placed one hoof upon her head and one upon her back. The warmth of her small body upon his own felt rather nice, and he assured himself it was only innocent affection, even though he knew there was much more to it from the conversation he had overheard.

“Thanks, Butterscotch,” she cooed softly. “You’re so sweet. You really are.”

“Oh, well thanks,” he said, blushing lightly and petting his hoof gently against her head.

“I really like you. You really know how to treat me and the girls right. Like, you’re just, ugh… we need to spend more time together.”

“We are right now,” he said with a sheepish smile, rather pleased by her compliments. “Is there anything specific you wanted to do?”

“Cuddling is nice…” she said softly as his hoof glided up and down her back. “But I guess there are a few more things I wanted to do with you.”

“Okay, what are they?”

“Well, um… I don’t know. They seem pretty stupid.”

“I’m sure they’re not,” Butterscotch said sweetly, looking down at her hopeful face with a smile.

She sat up in his lap and placed her front hooves upon his chest. “Well, I… I was thinking that maybe I should just… ugh I’m just going to do it. That’ll make it a lot easier. Relax, alright?”

He gazed down at her curiously, raising a questioning eyebrow. He knew she was up to something that related to her crush on him, but was unsure exactly what it was. Before he had the chance to think any further, she half stood upon her hind legs and reached her small snout up to his, quickly pecking her lips at his. Butterscotch’s cheeks lit up instantaneously, and his eyes grew wide with both confusion and fear. Sweetie Belle pulled away with a wide dreamy smile, her cheeks aglow with pink. When she saw his face, the smile quickly turned into a frown.

“Did I do it wrong or something? I’m sorry. I’ve never kissed anypony before, and I was nervous and… yeah, you get the point. I messed up, didn’t I?” she sputtered out nervously. Her frown grew deeper as second after second of silence past. “Butterscotch…?”

“I-it’s not that Sweetie Belle. It’s… you’re too young for this. You can’t be doing this and neither can I.”

“What do you mean too young? I’m interested in colts now. It’s not like I think they’re nasty and weird like I used to. I especially like you!” she excalimed with a sheepish grin, giving a soft giggle and blushing once more.

“That’s the problem,” Butterscotch mumbled nervously, almost whispering. “You need to be doing this with a colt your age, not me.”

“Aww, but why?” she pouted angrily. “I don’t like any of the colts my age. They’re all annoying and mean. You’re nice and cute… and so fun to cuddle!”

“Sweetie Belle,” Butterscotch breathed out tensely as she attempted to squeeze her hooves around his waist. “You need to stop… please.”

“But why?”

“I told you. I’m too old to be doing this with you.”

“Why does any of that matter? I’m old enough to like colts now and you like me right?”

“I… I do like you,” he muttered, letting his bangs fall over his face as he blushed in embarrassment. “But not in that way,” he sputtered out, making sure his affection was not confused for what she wanted it to be.

“Then what if I was older or you were younger, huh?”

“I… um… I don’t know,” he said with a soft sigh. Even at such a young age, the little filly had developed quite the lovable personality, although she was a bit overwhelming at times. Along with that, she was a very beautiful little filly. He did like her, but in the way she wanted? He shook himself, even simply thinking of her in such a way for a moment felt completely wrong. He needed to think of a way to turn her down softly, but knew that no matter what he said, she would be hurt. In a way, it was an excuse for him not to say no. In a way, he was alright with receiving the affection, even if it was from such a young filly. He had never had anypony feel so strongly for him or act towards him in such a way, and he liked it. He craved more.

“You’re blushing, and I can see that smile on your face,” she pointed out smugly, causing him to realize that his change in attitude was showing. “So do you like me? Do you want to kiss me more?” she asked excitedly, her large round eyes once again glimmering with excitement and joy.

“I, um… you really are too young for this, but I do like you,” he muttered out, his face growing red. “I guess there’s nothing wrong with a little kissing… a-as long as you don’t tell anypony.”

“Anypony but Apple Bloom and Scootaloo? They won’t tell anypony else, I promise. Besides, they already knew I was going to do this.”

“Okay… yes, that’s fine, but no pony else, please?”

“I can keep a secret, especially if it’s for you,” she said with a sweet smile. “Now can we kiss again? I barely even got to do anything,” she said, her face growing as red as his.

“S-sure,” he breathed out nervously as she once again stood upon her hind legs. He placed his hooves around her back to support her and helped pull her up towards his snout. Her small lips were soft and warm against his own, and still tasted slightly of pizza. His body shuddered slightly as the realization of how wrong what he was doing once again returned to his mind. Yet, his heart pounded lovingly against his chest, begging for more. He gave into his desires, knowing that it would never be so easy to kiss a mare as it was with one the age of Sweetie Belle. She was innocent and would gladly do whatever he asked, even if he was too kind to demand it. He felt comfortable with the young pony, too comfortable. Finally, he pursed his lips, kissing back against hers.

“Mmm,” Sweetie Belle mumbled, causing a small vibration to rush through his lips. He hesitantly pulled her body closer to his, letting her small underbelly and chest press against him, expecting some kind of resistance. She gave none and gladly made herself more comfortable upon him. Sweetie Belle pulled away from the deepening kiss and began to peck lovingly at his cheeks and again on his lips repeatedly. The added warmth of her body heat along with the adoration he received from the pony made Butterscotch’s heart pound even more furiously. “Ever heard of making out?” she asked curiously, tilting her head and giving him a curious smile.

“Yes,” he said in a whisper, he’s face once again growing red.

“It’s like kissing but with using your tongue and stuff, right?” she asked, her tongue pushing out from her lips.

“Yes, something like that.”

“I don’t really know how to do it. Can you go first?”

“I um, haven’t really ever done anything like that either,” Butterscotch muttered in shame.

“Wow, you haven’t? I knew you were shy, but I didn’t know you were that shy. So I’ll be the first pony you’ve ever tried making out with?” He nodded his head softly. “That’s wonderful! …But I still don’t know how we’re supposed to do this. Do I just…” She leaned her head forward, her eyes crossed in concentration. A shiver rushed through Butterscotch’s body as her wet tongue pressed against his lips. She licked as a cat would lap milk, her tongue gliding across his lips and leaving a coating of her saliva in its place.

He pulled back awkwardly in an attempt to speak. “No… that’s not exactly how you do it. You have to put your tongue in my mouth.”

“In your mouth?” Sweetie Belle asked in disbelief. “Isn’t that a bit weird?”

“Maybe… but I’m sure it’ll feel nice. Ponies wouldn’t do it otherwise.”

“I guess that makes sense. So I just put it in your mouth?” He nodded his head softly in response and opened his lips slightly as she leaned in. Butterscotch shuddered and let out a muffled moan of excitement as her tongue pushed between his lips, caught against his teeth before gliding over them, and then pressed against his tongue. Before his eyes fell shut, he saw the small filly’s cheeks glow pink as he began to push back. He could feel her quickening, damp breaths push out into his mouth as he easily engulfed her tongue with his own as he wrapped his way around it. Her hooves dug into his chest as he pressed his own against her back, causing her snout to wrinkle back as it pressed deeply against his own. “Mmmph,” she muttered out into his salivating maw, her voice buzzing through the smooth insides of his cheeks. As he gulped down the excess saliva, a new flavor ran over the taste buds upon the back of his tongue; it was sweet. He let out another soft moan as he realized it was the taste of Sweetie Belle’s saliva.

He gently caressed his hoof across the soft, silky fur upon her back. Her body shook slightly as she giggled blissfully into his mouth, her hooves digging even further into his chest. Her soft flank bounced slightly against his lap as she laughed. He suddenly realized exactly where her flank was positioned, and all of his feeling suddenly rushed to his crotch. He could feel her soft fur brushing against his sheath, the plump fat of her flank pushing down against it, the curled hair of her tail sitting between his legs. His body grew tense, struggling to deny the pleasure he was receiving. He knew he should not feel so strongly for a filly so young. With her innocence, she most likely knew nothing of what he was feeling, or that she was the cause of such lust. He could feel his tip slowly pushing out of the skin surrounding it as his member began to grow. He could no longer restrain himself; it was already growing stiff and it was not going to stop. Sweetie Belle pulled away, the warmth of her tongue leaving his mouth. Its absence felt almost wrong. She craned her neck, turning her curious eyes down to his lap.

A soft gasp escaped her mouth. “I-is your stallionhood getting excited?”

Butterscotch gulped and gave a slight, shameful nod of his head. “…Yes.”

“And it’s all because of me? That’s so sweet!” she cooed in delight, a wide, loving smile upon her face. “I’m supposed to do stuff when it’s like that right?” She gazed down at his member in what looked to be admiration. “I never knew they grew so much. I mean, I heard that’s what they did when they got excited, but I didn’t know they did this.”

Butterscotch’s lips quivered in embarrassment and his hooves shot up to his face, covering it. “Oh my… you really shouldn’t be seeing this.”

“Huh, why not?” she asked, turning back to him, her lips beginning to shape into a pout. “It just means you like me, right? So what do I do to it?”

“I… don’t think you really should, well, do anything at all. You’re too young.”

She huffed in response, a full blown pout arising upon her face. “I wasn’t too young to make out with you. Why can’t I make love to you too?”

“Make… l-love?” Butterscotch sputtered out, his eyes growing wide as he pulled his hooves away.

“What? That’s what it’s called right?” she asked in concern, looking to him expectantly.

“It is, yes… but you’re so small… I don’t know if we could even…” he shook his head, his heart pounding at the thought, pounding with both excitement and fear.

“Well I want to at least do something. I really like you, and I want to show you how much I do!” she cooed excitedly.

His stomach fluttered as lust driven words escaped his mouth, barely giving himself any consent. He only knew that he wanted more. “Well, um… I guess you could play with it. Um, use your hooves, I mean.”

“Does that even feel good though?” He nodded his head softly to her question. “Do I just touch it or?”

“You can, um, start with that, yes.” Sweetie Belle gave a nod and turned herself around upon his stomach so that his cock lay directly before her. Her eyes traveled across its veined surface, raising up in its center to create what seemed to be a thick ring around it. Although it had grown larger, it still seemed to be rather limp. From what little knowledge she had, she knew they were supposed to become hard. After all, the colts did call it getting hard. He said her hooves would feel good, good enough to make it hard?

She pressed her hoof softly down upon the foreign object’s surface, pausing to take in the feeling of its shape and texture. It flicked and pulsed slightly beneath her hoof, causing her to raise a curious eyebrow. Butterscotch’s body shivered slightly as he once again brought his hooves to his face. “It’s okay, don’t be afraid,” she said softly, oblivious to the emotions of both self-hatred for what he was doing and the urge for more of pleasure that he was experiencing. She gasped slightly as she returned her gaze to the stallionhood before her. It was growing even larger. She pressed her hoof down slightly harder, realizing how much stronger it seemed beneath the pressure then it had before. A heavy breath escaped Butterscotch’s mouth as it once again pulsed at her touch.

Her curiosity increasing, she slid her hoof down further towards his base and scrotum causing a moan to escape his mouth as she glided her way across his shaft and over his ring. “Your hooves are so soft, Sweetie Belle,” he cooed excitedly, causing the small filly to blush.

“Thanks, Elusive always make me take as much care of them as he does, so I guess that’s why.” She pulled her hoof away to look at its well-manicured surface and blinked as his cock suddenly bounced up before her. Standing at its full length, it was nearly touching her chin by the way in which she sat, half leaning forward and her legs splayed out upon his lower stomach. She blinked again, unsure of exactly how to continue with the strange object directly in front of her.

“Um… move your hooves up and down it,” Butterscotch commanded half-heartedly, his cock twitching slightly as it eagerly awaited more attention.

“Oh, okay,” she said with a nod. She adjusted her position so that she sat more straightly, the cock now jutting up from between her legs and laying upon her stomach for better access. She then gingerly placed the soles of her hooves upon his shaft once more and slid them back towards her. Her hooves easily glided across his soft skin. Pushing down slightly, she could feel the hardness and throbbing veins beneath. She giggled slightly as the stallions body squirmed excitedly at her touch. His legs then gave a soft kick of pleasure as she reached its top, flatter but slightly wider than the rest of his stallionhood.

“Nghh,” he groaned weakly. Small droplets of sweat already gathered upon his forehead and reddening face as he struggled to hold back the pleasure that seemed so wrong. Enjoying the groan, Sweetie Belle decided to continue with his tip. She placed it between her hooves and gently squeezed it before swatting at it playfully. “Ah-hhha,” he breathed out, biting his lower lip.

“The top is really sensitive!” she commented excitedly, a grin upon her face as airy gasps continued to escape his mouth.

“Mhmm,” he mumbled, his legs bowing slightly as he finally let them relax. “Try wrapping your hooves around it and moving them up and down.”

“Oh, right! Up and down, I got distracted, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he cooed softly and patiently, even though he eagerly awaited more.

“So does going up and down feel good then?” Pleasuring a stallion certainly was not as enjoyable as Sweetie Belle had expected thus fur, but she figured it was because she was not doing so correctly. Oddly, even though she was not all too entertained, she was intrigued. She wanted to do more, and that craving for more made it pleasant and interesting enough to continue.

“Oh yes,” he said with an excited nod as she looked back at him. With the added encouragement, she returned her attention to the big cock before her and wrapped her hooves around its shaft, just as was asked. She created a small pocket for it to glide through between crooks of her hooves with their souls once again placed upon the front of his shaft.

Butterscotch moaned softly as the smooth surface of her hooves along with her silky, tickling fur slowly moved up and down his shaft. “Y-yes, you’re doing good,” he muttered, forgetting completely about how immoral he had considered the act only moments before. Even if he had not forgotten, he would have no longer cared. What he was experiencing was much too wonderful to stop.

Sweetie Belle’s stomach fluttered at the compliment, and her hooves began to move more quickly, wanting only to receive more. Butterscotch’s moans grew heavier and louder at the increased pace, her hooves feeling even more amazing against his throbbing cock. Once again biting his lower lip, he watched as her small flank bounced ever so slightly against his stomach with her motions. Her striped purple tail flicked slightly from side to side in her excitement. His face began to grow red once more as he caught glimpses of the small but plump vulva of her marehood. Its skin was slightly pink compared to her white fur, and looked as if it had never been even slightly disturbed before. It looked tender and incredibly soft like a cushion of silk. His heart pounded and his body shuddered ever so slightly at the thought. His hoof instinctually began moving its way towards what he desired, but he stopped at the sound of her voice.

“What’s this?” she questioned, her eyes pointed down to a glimmering jewel of clear liquid which had appeared upon his tip’s opening. He craned his neck so that he could see around her small body and realized that he had expelled a small amount of precum when he had shuddered moments before.

“It, um, it just means I’m really enjoying it and that you’re doing good.”

“Good? Will more come out if I do even better?”

Butterscotch blushed at the thought of the young filly’s surprise when his load exploded out from his tip. “Oh, yes, much more,” he said with a quick, lustful nod. “You can taste it if you want.”

“Taste it? Is it good or something?”

“Some ponies like it and others don’t.”

“Hmm,” she huffed placing the tip of her hoof upon the dot of clear, viscous liquid. Its perfectly rounded surface broke as it stuck to her hoof once it had been penetrated. Feeling the small amount of pre dampening the area of her hoof where she had collected it, she brought the strange substance closer to her muzzle, pausing to examine it once more. Butterscotch watched even the slightest of her movements with strong intent, wondering what exactly was going through her mind and how long it would take for her to finally sample his product. He leaned in slightly closer as her bright pink tongue hesitantly extended its way from her mouth and towards the sticky dot. With a soft lap and then one more for good measure, her tongue slipped back into her mouth. She smacked her lips for a moment and then paused in thought before swallowing softly. “It tastes sort of sweet… but sort of salty too. It’s kind of like chocolate covered pretzels!”

“So, um, you like it?” he asked with a soft smile to which she nodded her head.

“I’d really like some more.”

“Well… I told you how… so…”

“You like it when I go fast don’t you? Does it feel better that way?”

“Mhm,” he muttered softly, once again nodding his head as she turned her adoring eyes back to him.

Soft pants and moans began to escape the stallion’s mouth as her hooves slid quickly up and down his shaft, slightly tugging at his skin. It was not long before his attention returned to his hoof hovering slightly above his waist near the filly’s flank. His hoof shook slightly as he grew hesitant of his original idea. He did not want to startle Sweetie Belle or make her nervous in any way. It could cause her to stop, and he of course did not want to ruin the wonderful pleasure he was receiving. Yet, as she lifted her tail, he once again saw the tender marehood awaiting his touch, a slight moistness upon the inside edges of its lips. He smiled sheepishly as a plan crossed his mind. He would start out slow, get her used to the touch of his hooves. He blushed deeply at such a thought, once again remembering how wrong what he was doing was. He gingerly brought his hoof to the silky white fur upon her flank. His stomach fluttered as he pressed down against its soft, pillow-like surface. She paused for a moment and looked back at him curiously.

“Can I…touch your flank?” he muttered in embarrassment.

“Uh, I guess so. Why though?” she asked with a giggle.

“Because, well, it feels really amazing.”

The filly’s cheeks flushed at the comment and she gave a soft “Okay,” before returning her attention to the throbbing stallionhood before her. Butterscotch reveled in the small, soft rump before him, his gropes growing deeper and more intimate with every motion of his hoof. As his hoof pushed into the tender and fatty substance and her smooth fur brushed against its bottom, he grew more focused upon it. The sensation of her hooves against his cock grew secondary to his own actions. She giggled once more but did not turn to face him. “You really like my flank don’t you?”

“Oh yes, it’s so beautiful,” he mumbled sweetly, causing her motions to slow only slightly as she blushed once more from the thought of his enjoyment. Her tail brushed lightly against Butterscotch’s hoof as it switched to the side, reminding him of his true intent.

Once again he hesitated, but knew how much he desired it and how well worth the risk it was. Sweetie Belle watched curiously as he slowly slid his hoof inwards after he lifted her tail with the opposite. A shiver of energy rushed through her lower half, causing her legs to jolt slightly as the tip of his hoof gently prodded at the edge of her soft, plump vulva.

“Ah,” she breathed out softly. “Why are you touching me there?”

Butterscotch froze, his face growing red and his eyes growing wide. Caught in the act, he struggled to think of a good argument for his actions. “Well, um… well,” he sputtered out as her curious, innocent gaze dug into his very being. “Y-you’re touching me down there so…I, um, figured I would return the favor.”

“Oh,” she said with a smile, glad that her question was answered. “Does it feel good like it does for you?”

“Mhm,” he muttered with a sheepish nod as he gently slid his hoof across the edges of her vulva, causing her to shudder once more.

“Is that how it’s supposed to feel?” she asked, tilting her head. “It just feels weird, not good.”

“It’ll start feeling better, I promise,” he assured her.

“Okay, it’s not like it feels bad or anything… just sort of weird,” she said, returning her attention to his cock. Butterscotch smiled at her small shudders as he continued. He brought his hoof up to where the lips of her vulva met, growing very near her small, puckered anus. He paused for a moment in contemplation, but knew he would have a rather hard time explaining himself if he decided to touch her there instead. He slid his hoof slowly downwards, tracing the slit that her lips created, a slight wetness surrounding it. “Anh!” she gasped with a shiver as he reached its bottom, his hoof only slightly brushing against her clit.

“Feeling better now?” he asked with a soft smirk.

“Y-yeah,” she said with another shudder as he slipped the tip of his hoof between her lips to get better access to her clit. “It really, really is. It still feels weird but the really good kind of weird… mmm.” Butterscotch’s heart began to pound at his chest once more, her soft moans and gasps giving him even more pleasure than previously. Her clitoris began to swell with the attention it was receiving, and he noticed that his hoof was growing slightly damp. Her legs kicked softly and her head tilted back slightly with the rush of pleasure. She struggled to keep stroking, the pleasure overtaking her attention, but she knew that if Butterscotch was making her feel good, she had to do the same for him. Her strokes grew slower but more intimate, causing a similar rush of pleasure to overtake Butterscotch’s lower half. His hips thrust softly and instinctually with her strokes as he continued to massage his hoof across the wet surface of her tender, pink clit which had protruded slightly from between her lips.

A moan escaped Butterscotch’s mouth as small amount of the young filly’s juices dripped down onto his stomach, soaking his fur with warmth. As he moaned, Sweetie Belle noticed another drip of precum appear on his tip, this time much larger than his first. As it began to slowly trickle down the front of his shaft, she swiped it up with her hoof and quickly lathered her tongue against it, once again filling her mouth with the strange flavor. “Can you make even more than that?” she asked.

“I will soon,” he assured her and then nodded down to her backside. “You’re making some for me too now.”

“I am,” she muttered, craning her neck to see the clear liquid upon his fur. “I didn’t know I could do that. I’ve never done it before! Does it taste like yours?” Butterscotch stared at her in silence a moment, having never tasted it before in his life. He blushed at the thought of experiencing so much with an innocent filly, at how much she was willingly doing with him, even if she did not fully understand its meaning. He pressed his hoof down into the small puddle of liquid, smearing it across his fur as he wiped some up. He them brought it to his lips and gently suckled on his hoof, a sweet flavor filling his mouth. “So does it taste good?” she asked excitedly, beaming her teeth in a grin.

“Mhm,” Butterscotch said with a smirk as a devious thought filled his mind. “Do you want to try it?” he asked, wiping up some more and extending his hoof to her muzzle. She eyeballed it curiously a moment before nodding her head and wrapping her lips around the tip of his hoof. He sighed with pleasure as her lips tightened and her warm tongue slathered across its surface. “Mmm!” she mumbled as she pulled away and licked her lips. “It’s really sweet.”

His thoughts growing more devious by the second, and his cock craving more after she had paused to marvel in what she had produced, the perfect idea came to mind. “Um… Sweetie Belle, could you keep going, please.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” she said with a wide smile before returning to her duty.

“And, um, this time, could you spit on it.”

“Spit on it?” she asked in surprise, turning back to him with a raised eyebrow. “That seems a bit gross, doesn’t it?”

“Oh no,” he said sweetly as he shook his head, playing along with her innocence. “It’ll actually feel really good. Just do it for me, please?”

“Alright, if you say so.” She looked down at the throbbing cock in thought, wondering exactly what spitting on it would do. She trusted him though, and would do nearly anything he asked of her. After gather a glob of saliva in the back of her throat, she spat it out onto his tip and watched as it trickled down his shaft and puddled up slightly upon her hooves.

“If you could get it all nice and wet…” Butterscotch muttered from behind. She spat on it again and again, her bubbly saliva covering both his cock and her hooves while also dripping down onto his crotch and scrotum.

“You’re not making any noise. Does this even feel good at all?” she wondered aloud.

“Well, not yet, but now that it’s nice and wet, it’ll be easier to move your hooves up and down it.”

“Oh, so that’s what it’s for,” she said with a sigh, feeling rather dumb for believing that it was the spitting itself that would do the trick. She began to stroke her hooves with ease, her hooves quickly gliding across the lubricated shaft and creating saturated noises as they did so.

“Mmpf, yes, Sweetie Belle, that feels so good,” Butterscotch moaned, his cock flicking and pulsating beneath her hooves. His eyes fell half shut and his mouth hung slightly open as he returned the favor, sticking his hoof in just slightly deeper and moving it up and down her leaking slit.

“It does?” she asked excitedly, her hooves moving more vigorously with the encouragement.

“Yes, you’re doing an amazing job,” he breathed out, once again thrusting his hips with her motions as his flanks began to tighten and his legs began to tremble. She blushed deeply at his compliments and moved her hooves even faster. He let out a louder moan and his cock pulsated harshly beneath her hooves as another, much larger drop of precum pushed its way from his urethra. “Don’t stop,” he groaned out sweetly as she took away one hoof to wipe it off. She quickly brought the hoof back down and continued her motions as his body trembled and squirmed beneath her. She could feel the movement of his hoof upon her marehood grow more frantic and harsh as he trembled. She moaned aloud as he grinded its tip against her clitoris, causing a trail of drool to drip down her chin and more of her fluids to leak out from behind. “I-I’m going to cum,” Butterscotch sputtered out as his hoof suddenly froze and she could feel his muscles tense beneath her.

“What does that mean?” she asked as she continued. Before Butterscotch could answer, another loud groan escaped his mouth and his cock jolted in her hooves as the young filly’s face was suddenly hit with a thick, warm substance. Her eyes slammed shut to protect themselves and her body froze in shock as stream after stream of the fluid splattered against her face, soaking the majority of it as it trickled downwards. Butterscotch moaned in ecstasy as the pleasure of his orgasm rushed through his body, his balls tightening with each stream of his seed that he pushed out. His hooves fell limply to his sides as he finished, and he let out a loving sigh.

After deciding that the barrage was over, Sweetie Belle blinked her eyes open to see a fluid similar to what had come out of his stallionhood earlier covering it, and splattered across her front side. She wiped around her eyes and looked at the thick substance upon her hooves. It was less sticky, whiter, and much thicker than what she had seen before. She gave it a curious lick and smiled, noticing that the flavor was the same as the other except even stronger. “There’s so much of it,” she said excitedly before suckling on her hooves.

“Yes, I may have made a bit of a mess,” he said sheepishly, his cheeks glowing a rosy red.

“It’s okay, I like it,” the filly replied sweetly before once again popping her hoof into her mouth.

“Here, let me help,” he said softly, grabbing her small waist and turning her around so that she faced him. He blushed even deeper as he saw how large the mess truly was, causing Sweetie Belle to giggle slightly. Using the hoof he had massaged her marehood with, he went about wiping away the cum from her body and face. He then brought it to her mouth and watched lovingly as she lapped and suckled it up. He used his other hoof to stroke through her mane and occasionally fondle her ear. After a few minutes of intimate clean up, Butterscotch leaned forward and kissed the filly deeply upon her lips. This caused Sweetie Belle’s stomach to flutter and her heart to pound as her face grew red.

“I really liked that. I had a lot of fun,” she said with a nervous giggle.

“So did I,” Butterscotch replied lovingly, his cheeks as red as hers.

“I can’t wait to tell the others!” she exclaimed, her eyes glowing with excitement. “They’re going to be so jealous. I’m sure they’ll want to rub their hooves on your stallionhood too. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Butterscotch’s eyes widened at the statement. He had completely forgotten that the other fillies were in on the plan as well, or that they even existed for that matter. He was much too caught up in the passion and pleasure that Sweetie Belle had provided for him. “Oh, oh, yes,” he said with a nod and smile, his stomach fluttering and his mind set afire with thoughts. “Were you doing this to get your cutie mark?”

“Why?” she gasped excitedly, her eyes darting down to her flank. She immediately frowned in disappointment, only seeing white fur. She sighed before she spoke, “Yep, sort of… but it was more because I like you. So it was still worth it.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Butterscotch said softly.

“Well, I’m going to go tell the girls, okay?” she said, hopping up from his stomach and smiling. “I think Scootaloo or Apple Bloom will be down soon.”

“…Okay,” Butterscotch muttered shyly, his mind still ablaze with thoughts of what the other two fillies would do to him. “I think you should take a bath later. I don’t want you heading home with sticky fur.”

“Elusive would literally have a heart attack,” she replied with a giggle as she jumped down from the couch.

Butterscotch chuckled softly and then his brow furrowed as realized the heart attack would come from what the matted fur would imply rather than the fact that it was matted. “I can help you get it set up when you’re ready if you’d like,” he said, his expression returning to normal as he shook the fearful thought from his mind.

“Okay,” she said happily as she trotted off towards the stairs.