Taking Care of the Crusaders

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo paced impatiently back and forth in Butterscotch’s closed bedroom, their hooves thumping and clacking slightly against the wooden floor. Their eyes grew wide and their ears shot up as they turned their heads to the soft click of the door being open. Sweetie Belle trotted in proudly, a smug look upon her face.

“Did you do it?” Scootaloo asked.

“Yeah, what happened down there? I thought ah heard some noises and stuff,” Apple Bloom added.

“Yep, we did a lot,” she announced proudly.

“Details?” Scootaloo asked with a smirk as the two drew near Sweetie Belle while she closed the door.

“Well…” Sweetie Belle said, her face growing a deep shade of pink and her stomach fluttering. “First we kissed.”

“Well, duh, a course, but what else?” Apple Bloom asked eagerly while Scootaloo nodded her head.

“Then we made out, you know, used our tongues.”

“And?” Scootaloo asked, her small wings buzzing.

“His stallionhood starting getting really big and hard.”

Scootaloo grinned. “Oh, so he liked it?”

“Mhm,” Sweetie Belle said with a nod. “And then he told me to touch it and move my hooves up and down it. He started moaning and stuff. Then this stuff came out of it, just a little drop, and he told me to try it. It tasted sweet and salty and good. I wanted more, and he said he would make more if I kept going. Then he started playing with my marehood and I made some stuff like it. It felt so good. Then he cummed or came or whatever it’s called and a bunch of the stuff got all over me!” She nodded to her fur, still slightly matted and glimmering.

“You didn’t give him a blowjob or anything?” Scootaloo asked disappointedly, scrapping her hoof at the floor.

“Huh, what’s that?”

“A blowjob? You use your mouth on a stallionhood. Like, you put it in your mouth and move up and down.”

“Oh… no,” Sweetie Belle huffed in embarrassment. “I spit on it though,” she said in weak defense.

“Ew, ya spit on it? That just sounds nasty,” Apple Bloom said, hacking in disgust.

“That’s what I thought, but he told me to. He really liked it too.”

“That’s not even close to a blowjob though. I’m surprised he even enjoyed it,” Scootaloo groaned.

“Hey, he told me he really liked it!” Sweetie Belle squealed in rage, stomping her hoof against the floor. “I did great!”

“Not as good as I can,” Scootaloo stated plainly. “I’ll show him how it’s really done. He’ll love me.” Scootaloo huffed and made her way to the door.

“Whoa, hold up now!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, placing a hoof upon her back and bringing her to a halt. “Ah’ve never done anythin like this before and you have. Ah get ta go down there next.”

Scootaloo shrugged. “Alright.” Apple Bloom stared at her questioningly, not expecting the argument to end so easily. “I’m gonna be better than you anyways, so you should go first. I don’t want him to be disappointed with you, and he definitely would if I went first,” she explained.

“Oh, we’ll see about that, Scoot,” Apple Bloom replied with a glare.

***

Butterscotch sighed blissfully, his head resting against the smooth green cushioning of the couch behind him. Nervous and anxious for what was to come next, he was attempting to relax himself. Even though he was nervous, he was rather pleased that there would be even more than what he had done with Sweetie Belle. His cock sat lazily in his lap. It had not yet receded back into its sheath from its previous interaction, ready for more. His heart jumped slightly and his eyes moved up to the stairs, watching as a young yellow filly made her way down them, her amaranth mane and her large pink bowtie bouncing up and down with her motions.

“Uh, hey there, Butterscotch,” Apple Bloom greeted, her cheeks turning red as she saw his large stallionhood resting upon his lower stomach.

“Hello, Apple Bloom,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Are you trying to get your cutie mark too?”

“Yup,” she said with a smile and nodded as she approached him.

“Want to sit with me?”

“Ah was thinkin we could just get straight to it. I wanted to try givin you a blowjob. Ah think that’s what they’re called, right?” she asked innocently, hopping up onto the couch beside the stallion.

“Oh…” Butterscotch muttered, his face growing red. “You… know what a blowjob is?”

“Uh huh, Scootaloo told me about um.”

“Oh… um… well, I guess we could give it a try.”

“Okay… so should ah just…”

Butterscotch pet her head and gave a comforting smile. “First, I want you to promise me that you won’t tell anypony about this besides Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. It has to be a secret between the three of you and me, okay? Especially don’t tell Apple Jack. I really, really don’t think he’d appreciate what we’re doing,” he said gravely and then gulped.

“Oh… okay, ah promise.”

“Good,” he said with a smile. His heart thumped at his chest and a rush of energy pulsed through his crotch as a devious idea came to mind. “Actually, um, before we start with that blowjob, I could do something for you first?”

“Oh, play with mah marehood like ya did with Sweetie Belle, er…?” Apple Bloom asked curiously.

“Well, I guess it’ll sort of be like that, but…. I guess you could call it a blowjob for a filly like you. I’ll play with it, but I’ll use my tongue.”

“Oh, so it’s kinda like makin out but with mah marehood?”

Butterscotch’s face grew red at the analogy. “Yes, exactly like that.”

“Sounds interestin. Okay,” she said with a nod.

“Just lay down on your back and relax,” he cooed sweetly, wrapping his hooves around her small waist and leaning her back gently onto the couch. He was growing much braver after his encounter with Sweetie Belle, and he was rather proud of himself. He could do so much more with little Apple Bloom than he had with her.

“Oh, Apple Bloom, you have such a cute little body,” he whispered lovingly, his teal eyes traveling up and down her small frame.

“Uh, thanks?” she said, looking up at him curiously with glimmering orange eyes. His eyes stopped upon her small teats, their skin slightly darker than her fur. They were only raised slightly away from her natural contours, almost completely undeveloped. He prodded a hoof gently against their soft surface and lightly rubbed around her nipples.

“Ah,” she grunted softly at the sensation. “What’re ya doin? I thought you were gonna do stuff to mah marehood.”

“Well, um, can I touch these too?” he asked sweetly.

“…Sure,” she replied, squirming softly at the sensation. Butterscotch’s stomach once again fluttered as he felt the small nobs growing hard and excited from his touch.

“Does it feel good?”

“Uh huh, sorta,” she said softly, letting her mouth fall open slightly. Butterscotch lay down upon his stomach and leaned forward so that his muzzle hung directly before Apple Bloom’s aroused teats. He kissed their smooth surface lovingly. He then wrapped his dripping lips around one and teased his tongue back and forth across her hard nipple. “Unh,” she breathed out softly in response, the sound causing a rush of pleasure to course through Butterscotch’s body. He could feel his cock brushing against the cushioning of the couch as it grew into its fully erect state. He began to suckle as he continued with the motions of his tongue, his cheeks squeezing tightly against the smooth, pointed nipple. Apple Bloom shuddered slightly as his drool began to soak her upper crotch, and his hoof began to run circles around her other teat. “Ah… uh, can you get to mah marehood now,” she expelled rather uncomfortably. Ah dunno; this is just kinda weird.”

Butterscotch pulled away from her teat with a soft pop and turned his gaze to hers with a comforting smile. “Of course I can,” he said eagerly. Even if it was due to her being uncomfortable with the situation, he was glad to hear that she was initiating his going further. As if the young filly was fragile, he placed his hooves softly upon her thighs and eased her legs farther apart for better access. He gazed down at a sight as marvelous as the one Sweetie Belle had given him earlier. Her marehood was the same shade of yellow as her teats with the exception of a flushed hue of pink surrounding her plump, perfectly smooth vulva. There was not even a single wrinkle upon its surface as it would be with that of a grown mare. It was absolutely perfect and undisturbed. He felt a tingle both pleasurable and terrible in his crotch and lower stomach, realizing that he would be the one to ruin that. Of course, he would be gentle; he would not hurt her. He brought his tongue down to its surface, his warm moist breaths hitting it as he paused. Apple Bloom tensed slightly at the odd sensation and let her eyes fall shut as she awaited more.

She let out a soft gasp as his dripping tongue touched its surface, sliding from its bottom to its top where he neared her teats once more. He gave it another lick, this time more deeply, her vulva’s plump tender skin being pushed down as he dragged his tongue upward. He could already tell how tight the small passage was, not easily willing to give way to the pressure of his tongue. “Relax,” he said softly, massaging his hooves at her tense, slightly shivering inner thighs. “It’ll feel much better if you do.”

“Okay,” she replied with a sigh, allowing the relaxing motions of his hooves and tongue to lull her. Butterscotch continued to lick, not wanting to push his tongue inside too soon, occasionally tracing his it around her vuvla rather than going straight up its tight opening. Although they were slower than before with her new found relaxation, Apple Bloom’s breaths began to grow much deeper and heavier as he continued. The sensation she was receiving still felt as odd as what she had received when he suckled upon her teats, if not even odder, but at the same time, it felt good. She did not want it to stop. She wanted it to go on and on.

Butterscotch’s licks began to grow even deeper once a trace of sweetness began to fill his mouth, along with an added moistness upon his tongue. Her marehood also seemed to be relaxing and opening up. Her lips gave way more easily to him, and he began to feel the warm slipperiness of her insides gliding across the center of his tongue. He knew it was his cue to do more. Stopping halfway through another lick, he slowly and gently pushed his tongue into the warm, snug dampness of her tunnel.

“Ah,” Apple Bloom gasped at the sudden intrusion, although it was not a gasp of pain or surprise, but a gasp of pleasure. Her face
grew red and heated as he continued to push the length of his tongue inside her tight but slippery tunnel. “Th-that feels really good,” she moaned softly, her lower half beginning to squirm beneath his grasp. He gave her marehood a sloppy but loving kiss as his lips made contact with its surface. As he had upon her entrance, he moved his tongue up and down, exploring her now dripping insides. A small amount of her sweet juices began to trickle out over his lips and into his mouth. He gulped it down happily before moving his tongue horizontally rather than vertically. This caused Apple Blooms heavy breaths to turn into soft, pleasurable moans.

As he continued his motions, he positioned his tongue so that it pushed in at a more downward angle. The reason for this was so that the bottom of his tongue glided back and forth across her clitoris which had grown large and swollen with pleasure. Apple Bloom’s moans grew louder with the added pleasure, and her hind legs kicked softly as she grinded her hips to his motions. “Gah-ah,” she sputtered out, her mouth hanging open and her eyes clinched shut as the pleasure overtook her. Butterscotch moaned blissfully as more of her young juices trickled into his mouth, sending a vibration through her insides. Apple Bloom’s head pressed back harshly against the soft cushioning of the couch as her body tensed, pulsations of energy and pleasure rushing through her entire body. With a loud gasp from the filly, Butterscotch’s eyes widened with surprise as her juices squirted out upon his muzzle and down his throat. “Wow…” she panted softly her body still shuddering slightly. “Wh-what’d ya do?”

“I made you cum,” he said with a loving giggle as he pulled away.

“Fillies can cum too?” she asked, craning her neck so that she could see him.

“Mhm, now it’s your turn,” he said with a smile. He maneuvered himself from his stomach onto his back, resting it against the opposite arm of the sofa and spreading his legs wide for her. His large cock stood before her, daunting to such a small filly. A large drop of pre sat upon its tip. He was already excited and eager for more.

Apple Bloom struggled to sit up, her body still shaky from her first orgasm. “Okay,” she said hesitantly as she scooted closer to him and then sat herself up more straightly so that she could look down over the jutting cock. “So ah just go ahead and, uh, put it in my mouth?”

Butterscotch could see the fear in her large, round eyes. “You can start by just licking if it makes you more comfortable,” he said softly, stroking his hoof across her soft mane.

“Yeah, ah think ah’ll do that,” she said with a nod. “Ah don’t even know how ah’m gonna fit it all in there.”

He moved his hoof to her ear. “Well, we’ll see. You don’t have to put it all in anyways.” She bent her muzzle forward, her eyes locked onto what was before her and her mind set to the task. Giving the tender tip one soft lick, the strand of precum latched onto her tongue and stretched out into a strand before snapping and heading into her mouth. She smacked her lips together as she tasted the strange fluid and then gave him another lick, this time a bit lower. Butterscotch’s cock flinched lightly as her tongue drug its way slowly across his shaft. She noticed that the skin itself had a taste, salty but much fainter the fluid she had swished around in her mouth. Her licks grew quicker and stronger, pushing his cock back with the force she put in. “Ah, you’re doing good,” Butterscotch said softly, stroking her mane once more.

“Should ah start sucking now?” she asked with a nervous gulp, swallowing down the saliva that had built up in her mouth.

“If you’re ready,” he replied sweetly, even though inside he was struggling to hold back his desire for more. He knew he could not force it; that was wrong and even more importantly, it could cause her to stop.

“Ah think ah am,” she said, her face returning to its concentrated state. She leaned forward once more, cupping her soft lips around its head. Butterscotch moaned excitedly in response, his petting upon her head growing deeper and more passionate.

“T-try using your tongue too,” he grunted out. In response, she drug her tongue quickly back and forth across his tip, causing his body to shudder with pleasure. She looked up to him as if awaiting a response, telling her whether or not she was doing it right. By the blissful look upon the stallion’s face, she knew she was. “Okay… now try putting a bit more in.” She did as he asked, sliding over an inch of his length into her small, tight mouth. “If you can put it in deeper, go ahead, but if you’re not comfortable with that, it’s okay. Just try moving up and down.

Butterscotch gasped out a moan as she did as he asked, sliding a bit more of his length into her mouth and gently bobbing up and down, soaking his upper shaft with her glistening saliva. Of course, Butterscotch had never before received anything close to what the filly was giving him and was unsure if she was even doing it right, but he figured it was a better experience than most. Her mouth was so small and tight, the perfect fit for his eager cock. Her smooth cheeks glided easily across the edges of his shaft and the longer she went, the more saliva dripped from her mouth and down over the rest of his length.

“Could you, um, please just try going a little deeper,” he asked lustfully, patting her head in encouragement. Apple Bloom placed two hesitant hooves upon his inner thighs for balance and slowly slid more and more of his cock into her mouth. Her body then convulsed as his tip pushed against her uvula. She pulled away hacking, saliva dripping down her chin and neck. “Ah… ah don’t think ah can go any deeper…” she said worriedly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” he said with a sigh. He knew he should have told her that she should only go as far as she could, but he wanted more. “You’re just a bit too tense, try relaxing your throat. Now you know what it’ll feel like.”

“But what if the same thing happens again?” she asked weakly.

“Um… well, I don’t think it will. Just go slow and relax. It’ll be fine… I, uh, think.”

Apple Bloom sighed heavily but knew how much she wanted to pleasure the stallion, especially after all he had done for her. “…Alright.” She steadied her hooves upon his thighs and bent forward once more, her mouth upon wide and her teeth showing slightly. His cock easily slipped into her mouth, back to where it had been before she gagged. She hesitated a moment before pushing it in further. A reflex of pain and shock rushed through her body as it slid past her uvula once more. She struggled to hold back her gags. Her eyes clenched shut as she pushed it in even deeper. She could feel it pushing against the back of her throat and she had not even put half of it in her mouth. Letting out as much of a sigh as was possible with her mouth filled, she pushed it in even deeper, gagging slightly as it began to curve down into her throat. It felt wrong. Nothing was supposed to fit in her throat like that, yet she still wanted to please him. She pulled away with a gasp, her lungs running low on air.

“Good… girl,” Butterscotch panted lovingly as his cock plopped out of her mouth. He flinched slightly as another drop of precum appeared upon his tip. “You’re doing great. Move up and down and it’ll be perfect. Actually, try sucking bit too if you want. I think it’ll make it feel even better.”

Apple Bloom nodded her head, heaving but pleased with his reaction. She thrust her mouth over his cock once more, sliding it back into her throat. She then pulled back up to his tip, her eyes turning up to him for more encouragement. “Oh, yes, that’s perfect. Now just start sucking.”

She sucked in a breath of air, her cheeks growing tight around his girth. The rigged roof of her mouth pressed down upon the top side of his shaft while her tongue created a soft cushioning for the bottom. Butterscotch moaned lovingly as the combined textures and sensations glided up and down close to three fourths of his length. “Yes,” he moaned in excitement, his legs shuddering and his hips moving with her motions. “G-go faster please.” She nodded slightly, his cock bobbing up and down in her mouth. After the short pause she did as he asked, the movement along his shaft growing quicker and harder. Even though she could not fit all of his stallionhood inside her mouth, he was sure he was experiencing full pleasure from the young filly’s blowjob.

Pleasure rushed through his crotch with each of her motions, and his body grew weaker and stiffer by the second. Apple Bloom could feel his cock flinching and pulsating within her mouth; it even seemed as though it was getting warmer. The pets of his hoof upon her mane grew more shaky and halfhearted, but the moans, pants and groans expelling from his mouth grew louder and louder.

As his head pushed back against the arm of the sofa, and his mouth hung open wide to expel even more sounds of ecstasy, Apple Bloom could feel her own pleasure returning to her marehood. It grinded softly against the couch’s cushioning with her movements, but it was the sounds and movements of the stallion that was getting her off. Perhaps, she thought, even his cock sliding deep into the back of her throat was adding to the pleasure as well. She could feel herself and the couch growing wet with juices, and she moaned lovingly, vibrating the cock in her mouth. Butterscotch groaned loudly at the feeling and his cock flinched more harshly in her mouth.

“Oh… Apple Bloom… I… I’m going to cum,” he panted out excitedly, wrapping his hooves around her head. “F-faster…” With a loud gasp for air, he instinctually pushed her head down further, sliding his cock deeper into her throat than it ever had been before. Apple Bloom’s eyes grew wide as warm thick fluid traveled down her throat in streams. Her body convulsed, his seed entering it without the usual permission of swallowing. Although she could taste nothing but the faint flavor of his member, she could feel the sudden warmth in her stomach as if drinking a hot beverage. Although she felt as though she was going to cough every last bit of it up, she did not, all of it pouring down into her stomach. “I, I’m sorry,” Butterscotch whispered as he pulled his hooves away from her head, allowing her to pull away as well.

Apple Bloom coughed slightly and looked up into his sorrowful eyes, a trace of his leftover cum upon her tongue. She gulped it down and smiled, saliva wetting the fur around her lips. “It’s okay. It didn’t hurt or anything.”

“Oh, good,” he said before sighing in relief, pulling the young filly up onto his stomach, and hugging her close. “That felt so good,” he whispered into her ear. Her cheeks tinged a light pink as she blushed and then gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“You felt good too, ah mean really good. Ah don’t think ah’ve ever felt anything like that before.”

Butterscotch blushed even more deeply than the filly. “You really think I did good?”

She nodded. “Uh huh. So… did ah do better than Sweetie Belle. Be honest with me.”

Butterscotch did not want to offend either of the fillies and was careful with his words. “Well, um, you both did really different things, so I can’t really say who did better.” Although somewhat disappointed with his answer, Apple Bloom nodded her head and smiled. Butterscotch’s blush deepened as a question came to mind. “Is, uh, well, is Scootaloo going to come down too?” he asked, his heart pounding once more. He had already had two orgasms but was still eager for more.

“Yup... she says she’s gonna do even better than me, but ah don’t know about that.”

“Hmm,” Butterscotch mumbled, his eyes turning up to the ceiling. “I guess I’ll have to wait and see about that. How about you go up there and send her down?”

“Okay,” she said with a nod, giving him another kiss, this time on the cheek, before hopping off of his stomach and then down onto the floor. The clunk of her hooves was muffled by the rug beneath them which then turned into small clacks as she moved across the wooden floor and up the stairs to retrieve the final filly.