Author's Note

Everything I know, I learned from hentai dating simulators.

Ch. 6 - Something To Pass The Time

Butterscotch whimpers softly as he is dragged along. To where or why he does not know. Aria is surprisingly strong for her slight frame and her momentum is swift and purposeful. It does not take her long to shove Butterscotch into some tiny side-room. A broom-closet or the likes. Once in there, Aria makes sure the door is securely shut before turning her attention to Butterscotch again. She hovers around him for a moment, examining his uncomfortable expression and posture.

"You don't have to be scared of me. I only want to get to know Applejack's friends better."

Aria creeps up very close to Butterscotch as she speaks. He fidgets and actively avoids any eye-contact. His face carries the desperate look of having something to say without managing any words. Her actions tell the opposite of what she is saying. Intimidating him may be easy but for now, he is equally confused as he is frightened.

"Then... Why... Are we in a closet?"

Aria's sharp expression fades for a moment but soon re-forms. She basically pulled him aside in a thoughtless moment. Was she excited to find him? Not really. Is he potentially a good catch for her plans? Yes, everyone of the Rainbooms is. It just appears she cannot pick and choose the order they come in. Butterscotch will have to do for now. All her catches can't all be far-too-pleasant, like Applejack. Aria places a hand on Butterscotch's shoulder while speaking softly.

"Don't you want to know what your friend sees in me...?"

Butterscotch finally stops avoiding looking at her. In fact, he locks eyes with her. His lower lip trembles as he breathes in.

"I... Uh... I... I know..."

Butterscotch falls silent with a hard swallow. Aria raises a brow and observes him closely. She knows he is a nervous weird-o but she never expected it this bad. Then again, she did lock him in a supply-closet. With herself. She looks into his eyes for a moment. They show off an absolute panic. A moment passes in near silence, the only thing making any noise is Butterscotch's rabbiting breath. Finally, when he has worked up enough courage or perhaps lost his final nerve, he speaks further. As much as a wheezed whisper is speech anyhow.

"I know your secret."

Aria freezes, looking rather surprised. Then her eyes narrow. Getting upset over a simple word like "secret" isn't going to get her anywhere. Which one of her secrets is it? She leans in close and glares into Butterscotch's eyes. He only manages eye-contact for a second. She is so close he can smell her sublime scent. Hells, he can almost taste her on the air. She whispers, a hot breath beside his ear.

"So, what little secret of mine do you think you know?"

Butterscotch attempts his best to shrink away. He cannot escape. He could bolt for the door but he does not know if he can make it. Her soft-fingered claws are already upon him. He remains silent. She is impatient.

"Oh, you will tell me. One way or the other."

With those words, Butterscotch has had enough. He dodges to the side, as quick as he can. Wrenching out of her grip is not all too difficult but as he is halfway through his escape, she grips him. With her oddly explosive strength, she easily holds on to him but with her slight weight, she is tugged along in his movement. She slams into him, trips over him and falls on top as they go crashing to the floor.

Butterscotch looks up to the ceiling in a daze, he hit the back of his head. Aria sits straddled over his midsection. She grasps him by the collar and hoists his throbbing head up from the cold, hard floor.

"No running, sweetie. There is only one way this is going to end... Now, you tell me what I wanna know."

Butterscotch looks at her, fearless for just a second as stars dance about his vision. He sighs deeply and his eyes lower slowly. His voice, when it finally comes, sounds like the final breath of someone who is dying.

"... You're not a girl..."

He almost sounds relieved as he whispers it. As if the secret has been burning inside him for quite some time. Aria flinches, as if he just slapped her in the face. She instantly simmers with rage. Preparing herself for a moment like this, meditating on a calculated response does nothing for her right now. A calm response is not what she manages at all. With the minimal amount of time it takes for the words to reverberate in her head, chaos rises in her. Rises and takes over.

"You little creep, don't you start insulting me just because you don't approve of me being with your friend!"

Butterscotch just observes Aria's little explosion of rage with a strangely serene expression. Keeping the secret was apparently a whole lot more cumbersome than telling it to the right, or perhaps wrong, person. He wanted to talk to Applejack about it but ever since he saw the two of them together like that, he had no idea how to approach the subject. Aria obviously does not like his silence and continues.

"You don't know anything about me!"

Butterscotch raises a brow. Courage comes from the unlikeliest of places and right now, timidness and fright take the backseat to the truth. He puts on the most defiant face he can muster and props himself up, the best he can, on his elbows.

"Look... Lady... I don't care about your private affairs but I do care about my friends. You can hate me all you want, I'm not gonna let you mess with Applejack..."

Butterscotch actually manages to put on a pretty well-kept stern expression. He feels the warm rush of victory as Aria grunts and begins to get off of him. She sits back, onto her knees and observes Butterscotch with a death-glare. He awkwardly attempts to gather his limbs and balance alike. Malice and spite flash in Aria's eyes. Just as Butterscotch is about to rise, she springs from her seat on the floor and grabs him anew. Her speed and strength yet again easily has him cornered. Back against the wall for the fourth or fifth time today, Butterscotch has no idea how to react to this situation. What is she going to do? Punch him? That would be an instant loss for her.

What happens next comes to him in slow-motion. It is as if the world suddenly spins at a tenth of time's usual acceleration. Aria leans in with the slowest swift motion he has ever seen and plants her lips against his. The cogs of his mind feel like they have rusted stuck with a million years of decay. He cannot comprehend what she is doing and how in all the world he could react. While his brain desperately tries to count through and comprehend all the factors of this situation, he can feel his lips accept hers. Some kind of automatic response, mindless. Her lips are soft. Actually, they are delightfully soft. A tremor goes through Butterscotch's entire being as Aria presses herself against him. She attempts to deepen the kiss and he cannot do anything other than follow her motions.

Their tongues meet. Hot, slippery. Butterscotch keeps his eyes firmly shut and his arms down. She is so close. He is not entirely certain he wants to escape any more. He tryingly places a trembling hand on her hip. She is rather shapely. For a boy. With those thoughts, Butterscotch breaks their kiss and pulls his head away to the side. He attempts to catch his breath but nearly chokes on it as he feels Aria's soft fingers against his rather obvious erection. She skilfully touches him through his pants and he just stands there, panting lightly. Aria leans in close, taking his earlobe between her lips a few times before whispering.

"Told you we'd get along."

She turns a bit and wraps him in her arms. One hand dipping into his pants and one creeping up his chest. Another shudder goes through him as she grips his member and begins stroking it. She is good at it. Probably because of practice on herself. The thought makes Butterscotch's eyes spring open and he starts a wobbly step before Aria stops him with her firm embrace.

"You don't like it?"

Her tone drips of seductively real lust. He bites his lip and throws her a quick glance. All he has to do is shake his head. Bark out a "no". Take another step. All these things are impossible for him and Aria sees it, as if reading his mind. She works his private parts a little more intensely. He holds back a grunt, then whinges softly as she touches the side of his face. She pushes lightly while leaning in to kiss him again. He does not reject her.

Their tongues swirl around far more intensely than earlier. Butterscotch dares a peek through his eyelashes. Aria is beautiful. She kisses adorably cute. A real contrast to her usually scowly character. Butterscotch melts a bit inside with the adorable visage before him and just as he breaks down into complete swoon-mode, her eyes snap open. Their eyes meet and she instantly spots his emotion. She pulls back with a little gasp. She also stops the motions of her hand on his member and squeezes it. Butterscotch just stares at her for a moment, dumbfounded. She looks to the side for a short moment, apparently gathering herself. She then gets right back in his face, a particularly evil grin playing on her lips.

"I want you."

Her hands snake away from his body for a short moment. He turns to face her as she undoes her pants, tugging them down to her thighs. Butterscotch lets his eyes wander, from her face, down her tight body. He stops as his vision ends up on her erection, hidden by black lace. She reaches out and touches his face, leans in close and gives his upper lip a quick lick before murmuring.

"Suck it."

Her words are not a request, not an invitation or suggestion. It is a command. Butterscotch looks her in the eyes, she responds with a sultry look. He swallows hard as she plays a bit with the long fringe of his hair. She presses herself up against him. She already has him in the deepest pit of her trap, now is the time to seal the deal.

"... Or do I have to ask... Nicer?"

She reaches for his member again, an uncomfortable angle but perfectly serviceable to tease him with.

"Come on now, play with me. It won't cost you your soul..."

She leans in and kisses him again. A fairly mind-altering move, perhaps. She does what she can to work his member along with their passionate, sloppy kiss. Perhaps the best persuasion is that without words. A lengthy kiss breaks into her leaning back with a softer-than-usual smirk on her face.

"But what I'm gonna let you do to me might just have that very price. Now... Suck it."

Butterscotch just blinks at her. This is not how he expected this whole situation to unfold. It really is just one of those days. He slowly lowers himself onto his knees. His lips trails lazily down her clothed chest while one of his hands, rather reluctantly hooks a finger in the hem of her panties. Soon he sits face-to-lace and hesitates. Aria places a hand on his head and plays with his hair. He slowly rolls her panties down and with a motion slower than the decay of wind, his hand touches her erection. His second move is quite literally the opposite to what just transpired. Once Butterscotch has a hold of Aria's member, he instantly leans in and kisses the tip. She lets out a surprised little giggle that only continues as she feels his lips around her tip. It is her turn to have a quake run through her entire being. His lips are heavenly and she is still very much pent up from all the wonderful times with Applejack.

Butterscotch takes more of her into his mouth and she lets out a cute little moan. She does her best to keep composure but it is getting increasingly difficult. He licks carefully, all around the tip. She shudders again. That sexual tickle is absolutely raw. She grasps for his head, as if to stabilise herself more than anything else. Butterscotch is definitely trying his best but just as it were, his best is good enough. His sucking and licking soon has Aria panting. This is something she has not felt from anyone before, save herself in lone, bored hours.

She twines her fingers in his hair and attempts some very careful movements. Butterscotch responds well and times his licks like as if he has done this before. She moans again. This just feels too good. She does not know how long she can hold back and he only just started sucking. In a sudden move, he grasps the base of her member and forces it all into his mouth. She lets out some word-less exclaim and grasps his head tightly with both hands. She does not hold him in place, she is far too excited to feel where this goes next.

Butterscotch holds on for a moment but soon pulls back. Her equipment is by no means huge but none the less a foreign object in his mouth. He kisses the tip again and then wraps his lips around it. This time as he licks, Aria's shuddering comes with a whole lot more force. She lets out a long moan as Butterscotch pulls back with a cough. Her hot, viscous spray dripping from his lips. He looks confused and surprised as he swallows while wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He was not prepared and she gave no warning.

Aria is unsure if any of this even followed her original plan but the results are none the less satisfying. She takes a slow, stiff step back and lets her eyes fall on Butterscotch's face. He looks a whole lot better like this. On his knees, wide-eyed, lips slick with semen.

Aria blinks rapidly a few times and takes a deep breath through her nose. She then lets out a deep sigh that ends in a smile. She is revitalised. Time to mess a bit more with Butterscotch and see where it goes.

"You're good at that..."

She drums her fingers softly against the top of his head. He looks up to her with a blank expression. She lets her fingers wander down the side of his face, caressing him.

"Come join me and Applejack anytime."

Butterscotch twitches slightly and begins shuffling to his feet. All the while giving Aria a very conflicted look. A few times while gathering himself, he looks like he is about to say something. He does not. On the other hand, he does seem to have new-found courage to meet her eyes. Through it all, his confusion shines bright. Aria is enjoying every second of it. She is just about to say something more when Butterscotch attempts another escape. This time, she is incapable of halting him.

Butterscotch flees head-over-heels, managing to brutalise the door enough to get out of there. Aria watches him go with no small degree of disappointment. She would have loved to play more of their games. Now she will have to wait and see how other things work out. She feels safe enough in having at least a few days before Butterscotch tells anyone some kind of version of the story. If he ever tells any of it, that is.

Riding a little bit of afterglow and a whole lot of adrenaline, Aria makes sure she looks as much of her usual perfect self as possible before exiting the small room. She does not at all care for if someone noticed any of the usage of the little hide-away. With the way things are progressing, she'll be the talk of all the school anyway. She stops herself from putting on a far-too-happy smile as she strolls down the near-empty hall. Just have to waste some more time and she'll soon have her claws in the broad, muscular frame of Applejack once again. All in all, the day so far has been easy enough.