The lush woodlands around Butterscotch's cottage have erupted into all kinds of night-time activity. Sounds of the forest, scents of the under-brush. Applejack sits outside in the well-kept grass under a great oak tree, taking it all in along with his drink. Cider in hand and eyes mindlessly fixed on a small strip of the sky visible through the slowly swaying thicket. His thoughts are no longer very lively, they have been smothered in a golden river. A moment for himself is proving far more serene than he expected.

Applejack holds up his bottle and eyes its half-empty content. How many did he have? He cannot recall and counting bottles does not tickle his fancy. Things that stroke him the adventurous way lately have been so confusing that even counting is out of the picture. The thought makes him snicker.

He breathes in deep through his nose. All through the pleasant nighttime scents, he can still smell that small, enclosed space. He breathes out sharply and takes another breath to steady himself. A sound catches his attention, careful steps over the grass.

He looks behind him to see Butterscotch approaching, a quite pensive look on his face. Applejack just smiles for him. If he is having a weird night, he cannot even begin to imagine what Butterscotch is going through. As the pink-haired boy comes closer, Applejack pats the grass beside him. An invitation not needed but given anyway.

Butterscotch looks straight ahead as he sits down, close to Applejack. It takes him a moment to shift his eyes from the serene woodland to the now inquisitive-looking cowboy. The shy boy forces a smile even though his eyes tell of something roiling just beneath the surface. Applejack is patient, as usual. Butterscotch breathes in to speak. Applejack waits in tense, excited silence. He has no idea at all what will come out of the shy boy. He may not expect much but anything might happen.

Butterscotch focuses on his large friend and just sits in breathless silence for a moment. Excuses and explanations mingle in his mind, along with the want to just talk about anything else. Finally, something enters his mind that makes him involuntarily let out a short, hoarse sound. He recalls kissing Applejack. A strange moment, even before the cavalcade of oddities that followed.

Why did he do that? Well, he knows why, he just tries to make sense of it. He knows for sure he wanted to and he actually acted on impulse for once. Very uncharacteristic of him. A little walk on the wild side that quickly came crashing down around him. If, in fact, things could possibly crash more. His entire world is rocked to the core. Good things and bad. He has a hard time putting his finger on what is positive and negative though. It is all like some warm, fuzzy grey-area in the middle. Just as comfortable as it is confusing.

Butterscotch breathes in through his nose while closing his eyes. He then swallows hard and opens his eyes to look deep into Applejack's.

"Um... About earlier..."

Applejack shines up as Butterscotch attempts to convey something with far too few words.

"Yeah? What part? The one where y'all snuck off with mah girlfriend-boyfriend an' fucked her?"

The cowboy ends his questions with a sloppy giggle. He sounds more than fairly intoxicated. Judging by how many drinks Butterscotch saw him down, it is not short of a miracle he is still awake. In all common sense, he definitely should not drive tomorrow. Butterscotch begins his answer by looking both uncomfortable and disappointed. He sighs, loud for him, while tilting his head to the side.

"I meant earlier... Between us..."

Applejack looks dumbfounded for a moment. So many things have happened, most of them definitely warranting discussion. A few blurry thoughts later and Applejack realises Butterscotch is fully excluding Aria from whatever he is trying to say. The pink-haired boy is blushing furiously, looking overwhelmingly uncomfortable. He is maddeningly adorable. He kind of has the same glint in his eyes as when he suddenly kissed him. A thing between them. One more little layer in the mess they have created.

"Oh, yeah..."

Applejack trails off while his eyes flit over Butterscotch's face. He has seen the shy boy blush a million times. He has had plenty of time to take in every detail of his face. He has seen him naked multiple times before. Now, both surprising and not, all he wants to do is throw him down in the grass and fuck him till they both pass out.

Applejack chuckles a bit to himself and diverts his attention to the swaying tree-tops. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath through his nose. The fresh, earth-scented night air does nothing to clear his head. His attention snaps right back to Butterscotch as the pink-haired boy inches closer. Applejack attempts to play it cool and empties the last of his cider into his mouth. However, the moves he planned in his head are shakily executed and he only notices halfway that there is far too much cider left. His would-be cool moves come to an end as cider leaks from the side of his mouth. He drops his bottle, swallows hard, coughs, laughs and nearly falls over with attempting to steady himself. Butterscotch is there to catch him. An arm across Applejack's broad back and a surprisingly courageous hand against the side of his face, stopping the tiny rivulet of cider.

Applejack takes what sounds like a panicked breath, then seeks Butterscotch's eyes with his own. A short glance. Butterscotch looks down. He is trembling lightly and it is not from any cold. Slowly, the shy boy looks up. First to his hand. Then, an eternity later, he shifts his gaze to the drunkenly dimmed, yet sparklingly curious green orbs that are completely focused on him.

Butterscotch tries to think of something to say. He did not plan any of this and now he is out in deep waters. Applejack just smiles, a drunken, would-be clever grin that simply makes him sexier. He cups an enormous hand around the side of Butterscotch's neck, stopping for a second as he is distracted by soft skin against his rough fingers. Then, before any of them can hesitate more, he leans in and kisses Butterscotch on the lips.

Butterscotch reacts the same as Applejack did earlier. A stunned daze that slowly unfolds into accepting and absent-mindedly answering the kiss. Butterscotch's entire body trembles as their careful smooches intensify by the second. Testing, seeking lips soon turn wet and both boys get greedy.

Applejack places a hand against the other side of Butterscotch's face, as if to hold him steady. Although he applies no pressure. The pink-haired boy would not even guess the cowboy was capable of such a gentle caress. The thought rushes down the slope of his mind, closely followed by an avalanche of lustful thoughtlessness. Tongues meet, not even hesitant or held back. Within seconds, the kiss reaches peak intensity and persists for what surely feels like minutes.

When the hot, slippery make-out session finally dies down a bit, Butterscotch pulls back and looks to the side. He can feel Applejack's enormous hands slip away. This is what Aria must feel like at all times around the giant cowboy. Tiny and strangely safe. Everything about Applejack feels safe. That is probably why Butterscotch had the courage to do all the things he did to begin with. At least that is how it seems now.

Is he attracted to Applejack? Without a doubt. More than he is attracted to Aria? Possibly. Does that make him gay? Does it matter anymore?

His spiraling thoughts are calmed by Applejack's arm around his shoulders. He leans in close and inhales. Applejack smells like sex along with a healthy dose of manliness. His scent is surprisingly alluring. Butterscotch wants more. How would he go about such a thing?

He sneaks a trembling hand onto Applejack's side and slowly inches it up on his chest. The heaving mountain of muscle just observes him in silence. He is enjoying the attention just as much as Butterscotch is indecisive. He wants to see how far his friend will go. What his goal is. If it coincides with his own.

Butterscotch swallows hard, apparently debating something with himself. Applejack is about to give him a push when suddenly, the pink-haired boy begins shuffling about. They share an awkward stare as a brightly blushing Butterscotch climbs into Applejack's lap, facing him. He manages a rather intense look before his gaze wavers off to the side. He whispers, almost inaudible.

"It's just... Please..."

Applejack's face is serious. He gives an understanding look while his hands creep up Butterscotch's thighs, onto his sides. The shy boy's blush deepens to critical levels and he leans in very close. Applejack can feel his breath tickle his skin as he whispers a few more words.

"... Please don't joke around..."

Applejack huffs and pulls back to look Butterscotch in the eyes. He quickly accents it with one of his trademark smiles. His response is not in words, but in another kiss. Easier this time, less hesitation and their tongues meet quickly.

The kiss starts just as intense as how the last one ended. Applejack wraps Butterscotch in his thick arms. First he lets his hands wander upwards, then he applies light pressure as he slowly lowers them. One hand ends up resting at the small of his back while the other cups around one of his buttocks. Butterscotch breaks the kiss for a second to make an alerted little noise but then simply melts back onto Applejack's lips.

Applejack slowly and carefully caresses his friend's slim body. He might not have the same feminine curves as Aria but he is soft and smooth. The cowboy shifts a bit and Butterscotch breaks their kiss with a gasp. He can feel Applejack's growing erection. A now rather solid lump in his pants, twitching to be set free. Never in forever did the pink-haired boy think he would be the one to give Applejack an erection. The thought is encouraging, at the very least.

Butterscotch lifts himself up a bit and crooks his back to move his behind. A more comfortable seat for him on top of the cowboy's privates. He wants to move more. He wants to tease Applejack but cannot muster the will. His breath is shaky but his eyes are intense. It does not take long before Applejack notices his halted advance. Perhaps a bit of encouragement will give the shy boy enough reason to take the next step.

Applejack gives himself a more generous helping of Butterscotch's behind while moving his own hips in slow motions. His now solid member undeniably gives Butterscotch a good idea of what he is sitting on.

As Applejack moves, Butterscotch falls forward and wraps his arms around Applejack's neck. He feels strange all over. Tingly, light-headed. He has known full well for some time now that his own erection is a fact. The rest of it is something he does not know how to deal with. He draws a deep, ragged breath and then manages to squeak out a few words.

"I want you... I just... Don't know how..."

Applejack's motions stop and he leans back a bit. Butterscotch follows along but understands the movement enough to look Applejack in the face. He is met by a soft smile and hazy, tired eyes.

"Let's... Uh... Let's take it easy, yeah? I mean... Don't wanna hurt y'all."

Butterscotch bites his lip but nods slowly. What is it they are agreeing to anyway? He is not so sure he can handle any penetration or the likes. Then again, they have options, don't they? He recalls sucking off Aria. He recalls the entire process. Something came over him. A mind-numbing lust. Does he feel the same now? No, this is different. This feels... Romantic.

Butterscotch mouths a few silent words. Applejack nods slowly, waiting for a re-take. The pink-haired boy simply becomes even more shy as he notices. The words ringing out loud and clear in his head. He wants to offer to suck Applejack's massive manhood. He is fairly certain he will never be able to say it but perhaps he can pull off an obvious enough hint.

"I... I can... I mean... I want..."

He trails off and looks to the side, lowering his head to rest it against Applejack's chest. He has never felt this awkward in all his life, the strange happenings of the last few days included. Just as his desperation begins pulling into misery, he is roused by Applejack's broad hand gently brushing up his back. He looks up. Applejack is still smiling, as calm as ever.

"Jus' take all the time y'all need, Scotch. I ain't goin' anywhere."

Applejack's aura of safety along with his undeniable magnetism gives Butterscotch even more butterflies. He could handle being the girl as long as it is Applejack who is the man. The thought makes him feel a bit better in the middle of all his awkward unease. He sighs and puts on a faint little smile of his own.

"I could... Suck..."

He swallows hard and falls silent as he hears the word coming out of his mouth. No turning back now. Even Applejack tenses up a bit. Does he want that? Surely, an escalation is not too strange after their prolonged kissing. Mischief parades around in the cowboy's head. In this exact moment, he cannot see any down-side to having his adorable friend's lips wrapped around his cock. If there were any doubts about things like that, they have been fully discarded.

Applejack nods slowly, almost a bit to himself. He then wraps Butterscotch in his arms again and leans in for a quick but wet kiss. As he breaks it, Butterscotch follows his motion for a little bit, trying to get more. Applejack teases him by allowing their lips to meet briefly before pulling back. Butterscotch gives him a bashful glance. He is into it. They both are. Perhaps trying to use words was an unnecessary move. He does not linger on the thought.

Slowly, the pink-haired boy inches downwards. Out of Applejack's lap and onto all fours on the ground. He would be opposed to doing any of this outside if it wasn't for the familiar serenity of his home. He reaches for Applejack's belt with trembling fingers, only to get halted by a large hand on his own. He looks up only to find Applejack's calm face.

"Here, lemme..."

The cowboy quickly removes the obstacle of clothing with a quick unbuckling and undoing of his fly. He tugs a bit at his jeans while Butterscotch sits up, just staring at what Applejack reveals. Even though he has seen it before and in action very recently, he still marvels at it as if it was his first introduction.

Butterscotch has a hard time even taking his eyes off it. The difference from the earlier situation is becoming completely clear to him. He is the one about to service that testament to masculinity. Emotions and thoughts clash, he feels so many things as he attempts to re-gain his earlier enthusiasm. His poise, if he ever had some, is not dragging him along any more. He will need to command himself.

While Butterscotch is lost silently arguing with himself, Applejack observes him closely. There are a few doubts in his head, not quite as vivid as Butterscotch's but more what happens later. How will he feel in the morning? Barriers broken down, lines crossed and more than one point-of-no-return fancifully flung over the shoulder. Definitely a lot of questioning and re-questioning of one's stance on many a thing.

While contemplating, Applejack's field of vision suddenly fills with a smooth pink. A very dainty grip of his manhood and a warm, slightly moist softness against the tip dissipates his chaotic thoughts. He releases a short, stumped sound as Butterscotch carefully strokes his massive meat while giving it a very pleasant kiss. Applejack has to take a breath to keep steady. His now rock-hard cock responds well to the attention. His eyes search for something to focus on in the cascade of pink.

As if by thought-transfer, Butterscotch looks up through a few long strands of hair just as he lets his lips pop off of Applejack's tip. A sharp shudder goes through the cowboy as he looks deep into those innocently seductive deep pools of teal. Butterscotch simply gives a longing glance, then goes right back at it. He kisses and licks again, hand now moving slightly faster. Applejack cannot help it, he moans. At first, Butterscotch tenses up at the sound, then lets out a little sound of his own as he casts another glance. Applejack looks out of breath. In all honesty, he actually looks a bit shaken. This encourages Butterscotch like nothing before.

He parts his lips as much as comfortably possible and attempts to take Applejack in. Images of Aria's enthusiastic blowjob flashes by in his mind. He couldn't do that. He isn't going to try. He stops just after managing the tip. Applejack brushes a strand of his hair aside. Such a gentle touch, even with those huge hands. Butterscotch can feel Applejack's manhood twitch in his mouth. His brain is on full blast, his own erection is nearly painful. He pulls back, only to dive back in, attempting for more this time. Applejack grunts. Butterscotch strokes faster and wiggles his tongue, it feels awkward but every little motion gets new, more intense reactions from Applejack.

Butterscotch delights in another caress from an enormous hand. Applejack twines his fingers in the shy boy's silky hair. Butterscotch bops his head up and down, surprised by how much of Applejack's impressive cock he can take. He sucks and licks, mixing the sloppy sounds it produces with faint moans of his own. Before long, Applejack is panting as well. His manhood twitches along with tensions throughout his whole body. Butterscotch does not let up. He knows what will happen and right now, he does not mind. It won't be a surprise this time.

"Ah. Fuck... Scotch...!"

Applejack rumbles the disjointed words through his teeth. He does not really elaborate any further but Butterscotch can guess well enough. He locks his lips around the tip of Applejack's member and strokes him faster. A crooked, awkward movement that none the less sends more sparks throughout the cowboy. Applejack tenses again, his fingers gripping Butterscotch's head a bit rougher as an orgasm washes over him. He rolls his hips slowly for a careful but unstoppable thrust into Butterscotch's mouth. Held steady in the position he chose, Butterscotch can do little other than accept Applejack's surprisingly thick load. How much does he have? He did come earlier, didn't he?

Butterscotch grips Applejack's sides and swallows desperately. The thick, creamy shot of semen easily fills his mouth and begins to overflow. Swallowing a second time is difficult. The shy boy pulls to the side for a gasp of air. A wet cough and a few pants later, he looks up to Applejack who is staring at him with eyes wide open.

Butterscotch wipes his lips with the back of his hand and finally swallows a second time. The taste is not great but the feeling and the look on Applejack's face are both heavenly. They share a long glance, Applejack looks like he has a thing or two to say but does not speak. Butterscotch dares a small smile. None of them can explain any of this. They both hope that will never be necessary.

Aria bites her lip and sighs. Are they going to stop now that things were getting good? She shakes her head, a bit to herself, as she turns away from the back porch to stalk away back into the cottage. Tomorrow is going to be interesting, granted Applejack is not too hungover to drive. They just gave her the ultimate gift. A few more things to hold over their heads. She breathes in deep and smiles. Who knew this plan would be so much actual fun?

Author's Note

Bad, sudden ending with a terrible cliffhanger?
Of course, you are reading Irrelevant fiction.