Aria chokes back another laugh and hides her subsequent giggling by attempting to muffle it with her drink. She squeezes Butterscotch's leg with her free hand and throws a glance over her shoulder, to Applejack. She is now the one in the middle and she is feeling good about it. The massive man beside her meets her gaze and gives her a small smile through his boredom. Never in a million years would he have thought Aria and Butterscotch had any taste in common, let alone a film like the one they managed to dig up. Butterscotch's movie archive is a horrible mix of comedies, romantic comedies and romantic... Romance. Only the lightest type of drama.

What is currently being enjoyed, or in Applejack's case, toughed out, is a low-budget romantic comedy by the title "Last train to Ponyville".

Applejack has seen the film more times than he would like to count or admit. Not on his own, sure, but with friends like his, it has been undeniable. Surely Butterscotch has seen it a nauseating amount of times. While Applejack is suffering in silence, Aria has been attempting and, to an adorable degree, failing at keeping her laughter in check. A delightful break in her usually more measured and vicious demeanour. Butterscotch has warmed up to her rather well. Getting to relax with a common laugh is working wonders on him.

Another silly slip-up from the characters in the film, Butterscotch lets out an awkward chuckle and Aria joins him. They stop, share a glance and then clink bottles together. The moment is so cute, even Applejack would have commented. If he was still awake.

The other two do not notice the movie has claimed its first and probably only victim. They happily remain seated in silence, watching the softest conflict in film history. Through a few cheap laughs, a few sparkling drinks and more or less being forced to stay close, Aria and Butterscotch have completely forgotten to butt heads in any way. In some manner of twisted reality, they have bonded pretty well. By all means, they are still bonding.

The movie carries on. Butterscotch has gotten comfortable enough to quote a few lines, sometimes matching the film and sometimes even speaking before the line has been delivered. To his great delight, even if he does not express it, Aria seems to find all of it very enjoyable.

Maybe he was wrong about her. Well, perhaps besides whatever happened earlier. Then again, even with all that has gone down, here he is sharing one of his favourite movies with someone who is obviously on the same page. His mind starts off on a tangent again but this time, the cider works fine as a dampener. The pink-haired boy does not even flinch when Aria leans against him. She tilts her head to lay it against his shoulder, finally eliciting a slight tremor from Butterscotch. Just a second later, she sighs in satisfaction. Whatever tension he just experienced releases instantly. She can feel his posture ease and it has her grinning for herself.

Aria cannot even lie to herself, she is very much enjoying this in more ways than one. Getting to know these boys is surprisingly fun. Teasing them and getting away with pretty much anything just makes it better. On top of that, the cider is good and the movie is like nothing she has ever seen. She shifts a bit and gets even closer to Butterscotch. His initial reaction is to flinch, a shockwave through his entire being that swiftly dissipates into something like a soft shrug. His discomfort fuels her. His acceptance is delicious.

The surprisingly well-written drama on screen draws her attention once more. The big finale is obviously coming and she is sucked right back in by the main character's choices and the consequences. Did she just spend a few days in the same drama-haze as the film? No. She had less laughs and more sex.

She re-arranges her sitting again, this time letting one arm slither around Butterscotch's midsection. She pulls him close and cuddles up against him without words. Butterscotch does not even react with any usual jumpiness. He takes a deep breath and enjoys the closeness, a perfect accompaniment to the film.

Aria hangs on to Butterscotch in silence. The shy boy drinks slowly, finally completely relaxed. On screen, the last train leaves in the background. The main character approaches his love slowly. They gaze longingly into each other's eyes. It is absolutely perfect feel-good cheese. It is Aria's turn to shudder lightly. All the romance of late is making her soft. She plays it off by loosening her grip and taking a swig of her own drink. Not really a smooth execution, just like the last fifteen times she tried to keep her laughter in.

The characters on screen kiss. Deep, passionate. Butterscotch sighs softly. The kiss is very realistic and with his fanboy ways, he knows why. The two on screen are in love for real, not just on film. Love is something that has been eluding him lately. Lust has crept into the vacant spot and right now, with Aria's complete disregard for personal space, a little something is stirring.

Dramatic piano music and an early night sky on the screen, Butterscotch swallows hard as certain thoughts rush into his head. He turns to look at Aria, only to find she is already eyeing him quite intently. He freezes, she hesitates. He notices, a spark of courage surges through him. He leans in.

Their lips brush against each other. Both of them slightly parted, a bit absent-minded. Her lips are soft. His lips are soft. Before long, they lock into a hot, needy kiss. Instantly lost in the moment, both of them discard their drinks in favour of letting their hands wander. Butterscotch embraces Aria with a surprisingly strong grip and she melts into his kiss. His skill is practiced, a signature softness to his every movement makes her let out a little sound of pleasure when he pulls back.

Butterscotch looks at Aria with a certain kind of desperation in his eyes. She breathes in to speak but he interrupts her by going for her lips again. He shifts and puts some pressure on her. She takes a slow falls sideways onto the floor. She ends up on her back with him over her. He hovers face-to-face for a second, then goes for a deeper kiss. Aria is helpless under his touch, he may lead carefully but he does lead. He testingly pokes his tongue into her mouth and she answers without hesitation. Exploring licks soon make way for the slippery wrestling of their tongues. Aria throws her arms around Butterscotch's neck and keeps their kiss up until he breaks it for breath. She remains very close and with her first gulp of air, she lets out a soft, long, erotic moan. With her next breath, she whispers close to his ear.

"I want you."

Butterscotch stops himself from diving in for another kiss and just remains still for a moment, staring at her in silence. Would he? Could he? Not only is this an entirely new experience due to her physical form. Getting with someone else's lover is also something he never thought he would do. Especially not a close friend's. While that friend is sleeping in the sofa, just an arm's length away. A surge of fear and excitement rushes through him. He lets out a choppy breath and nods once.

Aria hums in delight. The pink-maned boy did not last long in the role of leader. His reign was short but sweet. Time for her to take the reins, again. This time, she gives him a more intimate treatment. She lays back down on the floor and lets her arms around him fall away slowly.

"Let's not wake the sleeping giant..."

Butterscotch looks contemplative a moment as he takes her words in. He then swallows hard and nods in the same fashion as before. She smiles for him, leans in for a quick peck on his lips and then shifts to get up. They stand up together, as quiet as they can. Both glance over to Applejack. He seems soundly asleep. The forbidden thrill of the entire situation gives Butterscotch a certain spring in his step. Besides, he will surely feel more at ease when not in the direct vicinity of Applejack.

Butterscotch chooses not to speak and grasps Aria's hand to pull her along. The rooms of the cluttered, homey cottage disappear in a blur behind them. Before long, they have ascended a bulky, narrow staircase leading to a secluded loft above. The ceiling is draped with various sweeping draperies. Large sheets of cloth that make the space upstairs look larger and more cramped simultaneously. Cosy, like the inside of a large, well-used tent. Just like in the rest of the cottage, there are things everywhere. Knickknacks stacked from floor to ceiling. Butterscotch navigates the room with familiar ease, pulling Aria along to the inner workings of his sanctuary.

Finally, when he stops, they stand before a large, puffy bed. The ceiling and walls around them remain covered in cloth. The only illumination that allows them to see is dim natural light finding its way into the room from a narrow window. Aria sits down on the bed and Butterscotch turns on a small bed-side lamp. He needs to see to be able to focus. The dark may have been more comfortable but he has made up his mind.

Aria's eyes are intently locked on Butterscotch as she rather briefly discards her pants and vest. She strikes a little pose in her thin top and cute panties. Butterscotch nods sharply to himself before sitting down on the bed as well. Aria does not allow any doubt grow in his mind. She gets up close to him right away and kisses him on the lips before hanging close and speaking softly.

"My turn to..."

She falls silent and grins for him while she undoes his pants. Butterscotch shifts to let her undress him but seems to be able to do little to help. She gets up out of the bed and dumps his pants on the floor. They share a glance and he starts fumbling his shirt off. She kneels before him and lets her soft fingers dance up and down his legs. He trembles in anticipation and the bulge in his pants is an obvious enough indication that he is ready for what is to come.

Aria hooks her fingers in his underwear and playfully tugs at them while looking at his face. His expressions are delightful, she has never seen so many emotions mix into so few expressions. Fear, lust, confusion, definitely excitement. She presses herself in between his legs and hoists herself up a bit to kiss his chest. She lets her breath dance over his skin while she lowers herself slowly. Every second he has to wait is agony. Sweet agony.

Finally, she releases his member from its constricting cloth. She caresses it with one hand while gathering her hair with the other. She leans down and takes his tip in between her lips. He holds his breath. She can feel his firm warmth radiate against the plush moistness of her lips. She flicks her tongue over his tip and gets a very satisfying moan in response. Enough teasing for now. She slides his cock into her mouth. His size is not very impressive compared to Applejack but he is still no disappointment. She forces as much of him as possible in, only to find she is able to take all of him. As her lips wrap around the base of his shaft, she can feel his fingers crawl onto her head. He pants lightly and twines his fingers into her hair in a cramp-like grip. It is obvious he has never felt something like this before.

Aria holds it until tears begin welling up in her eyes, then releases his now glistening wet cock to pull back with a gasp. She looks up to him with pride written all across her face. He looks like something in between getting punched in the head and winning a million bits. Aria eyes him intently while stroking his rock-hard, twitching member. He is about to say something but the first word just turns out garbled as she invites his member back into her mouth.

She presses down hard, engulfing all of him again. This time, she does not hold for as long but does not let her lips and tongue leave his manhood either. She sucks and licks, bopping her head up and down with the occasional slurping sound. A good few motions into it and she yet again forces him deep down her throat.

Getting a bit overly enthusiastic backfires slightly and she gags out a cough. Butterscotch instantly panics but is halted in the middle of it as she pulls back and looks up at him. A bit of spittle still connecting her lower lip to the tip of his member. A small overflow from her eyes has begun smudging her make-up but she looks blissfully happy. Butterscotch swallows hard. He feels dirty and dirty feels right. Her heavenly fingers on his cock and the slutty visage of her face has him completely entranced.

She closes her eyes and nuzzles her face into his crotch. She gives short licks along the length of his shaft while he lets out strained noises. He grasps her hair with another cramp-like grip and begins moving, slow and unnecessarily careful. His slippery member rubs against the side of her face and she lets out a short giggle before silencing herself with a mission. Finding out that she can push his entire length down her throat has her very excited. She can't wait to get a bit braver with Applejack's humongous rod. She gags again as she gets a bit overly enthusiastic and Butterscotch whimpers out some semi-words.

"I don't... You... Careful. I'll... Oh... Cum..."

Aria pulls back extremely slow, making sure to lick and kiss thoroughly before simply leaving Butterscotch's member completely by its lonesome. She plays her fingers across his chest and gets up while pushing him down onto the bed. Butterscotch does nothing to protest, he simply lays down on the sea of softness and watches her every movement. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Her ruined make-up remains the same. A sharp grin spreads on her face as she crawls up over him, only to fade into a deceptive, coy expression as she hovers above him much like he did earlier on the floor downstairs.

Just like in that earlier moment, not a second is wasted. She lowers herself onto him and wraps him in her tight little body best she can. Butterscotch places his hands on her hips and just lies there, staring. He can feel it. His erection. No, her erection. It is such a strange contrast to the rest of her very soft, feminine form. She even has rather shapely hips, really the only thing missing would be breasts. He finds his mind drifting and quickly ropes it back into the fold. None of that matters now. She made his manhood rock solid and she seems rather intent on dealing with it.

He blinks slowly and cannot help but to let out a strained, lustful groan as she decides to nibble on his neck. His jumbled thoughts are swept under a mental rug and his hands decide what is best for the moment. Two great handfuls of Aria's shapely behind.

She moves a bit on top of him and kisses his face a bit here and there. Getting his attention, she looks into his eyes for a moment.

"I want you."

She puts a fine, sensual tone to the words and ends it with her lips curling into a particularly wicked smile. She then softens up her expression by seeking his lips with hers. She grinds against him as they share a sloppy, intense kiss. With it comes a prolonged moment of them both teasing each other as well as themselves. Grinding, kissing, touching. As their making out ends momentarily, they are both panting. Aria raises her head with closed eyes and flaring nostrils. After catching her breath, she lithely slithers off of Butterscotch. She lays on her side right next to him and places a hand on his chest. He looks to her and finds her wearing a mysterious little smile.

"You have any lube?"

She asks casually. Butterscotch's already full brain attempts to grasp the question and struggles with even getting a silent answer for himself. Sure, he's got lubricants for at least a few different uses... Oh, no, of course. His eyes widen a bit at the realisation of what she is actually asking for. She is still not female. They will need sexual lubrication. He nods a few times for her and rolls over to the side of the bed. He is absolutely certain he has something they could use. His bedroom has seen more action than most would assume.

As Butterscotch tears through the messy insides of a bedside drawer, Aria makes herself comfortable. The bed is absolutely astonishing, it is so soft and puffy that it is a bit difficult to move around in. She looks up at the could-be tent ceiling and lets her hands wander down her body. If things keep on falling into her lap like this, the only real obstacle left would be Adagio. She huffs a bit to herself at the thought and rubs her erection through her panties. As a bonus on top of it all, Butterscotch is not even half as bad as she thought he would be. Things are finally going her way, indeed.

She lets out a cute little moan as she touches herself. Butterscotch returns into her field of vision, a wild look on his face. He presents a mostly-empty bottle of what does indeed appear to be nothing less than sex-lube. His expression is light but sheepish as he hands it over to a mildly unamused Aria. He acts as if he does not know what to do with it. If he does not, who used the missing lube?

Aria hums softly and shuffles closer to Butterscotch. She is not in the mood to play around. Well, she is, but not to dance around with any issues. She flips herself over and crooks her back. She can practically hear Butterscotch swallow as if his throat was filled with dry gravel. She looks over her shoulder to him and lazily chucks the bottle back to him.

"I'm done waiting. I want you inside me."

Butterscotch's face loses all semblance of his natural skin tone. A deep blush covers his entire face. Sure, so far things have been easy enough but this step requires some mental coaxing. Aria notices his hesitation and decides to encourage him. She reaches for her ass and cups her dainty fingers around one of the cheeks, pulling a bit at it. Butterscotch swallows hard again and holds back some kind of desperate wheeze. The dark lace of her underwear is pulled into a thin sliver and reveals her tight, inviting asshole.

Lube-bottle in a trembling hand, he approaches her, taking ages to cross the tiny distance between them. She waits but definitely not patiently. He reaches out and places a hand on hers while lining up his erection for a good angle for what is about to happen. He breathes in deep and focuses on getting his member as slippery as possible. His next point of attention for the dwindling container of lubricant is her. He squeezes out generous amounts just above her entrance. The bottle sputters its last and he quickly discards it to put his fingers against her firm behind. He rubs a bit, testing. Aria is getting impatient, she lets out a little sound of annoyance. Butterscotch snaps out of his trance for long enough to be able to gather courage. He slips a long, slender finger into her, easy. He moves up as close he can to cuddle up against her while beginning to pump in and out of her, slowly.

Aria moans, soft, encouraging. She rolls her hips and bucks a bit against his hand. All this teasing is going to make her explode early. That is not acceptable.

"Just... Fuck me already, shy boy."

Butterscotch's finger stops, then is withdrawn. Aria soon feels something larger line up and press against her tight hole. Butterscotch squeezes an arm in under himself to hold his glistening erection while he grasps her hip with his other paw. He pushes. She meets him. The head of his manhood pops into her and they moan together. He halts his advance and sounds out of breath. Although not for long as he then thrusts into her, vigour seemingly restored. She gasps, he moans again. Her tight little ass grips him as tight as a fist. He fits more and more of his length inside her until finally having to stop. He is just about balls deep in her. Aria practically vibrates from the sensation. She wants more. She needs more. With a trembling hand, she searches and finds his. She grips him with a cramp-like motion and instantly puts his hand on her cock.

Butterscotch's mind is far too busy with the tightest hole it has ever felt to protest anything. He dips his hand into her panties and grasps her member with a gentle, yet firm grip. There is no doubt he knows how one of these work. He pulls out of her to the very edge of his manhood, then pushes all of it back in. Meanwhile, his soft fingers caress her member with an expert touch. Aria whimpers from all the attention and pushes back towards him. Butterscotch moans out loud and picks up his pace, both hips and fingers.

"That's it... Fuck me!"

She does not shout but definitely loudly declares her intentions. Butterscotch only responds in light grunts and the now rather steady pace in which his slippery manhood fills her over and over again. His caressing fingers in her panties is now just full-on jacking her off. Aria pants and shakes, there is no way she can hold on for any amount of time now. Butterscotch leans in and kisses her neck. Aria just lets out an uncharacteristically bubbly giggle, then yelps out a long, sensual moan as she comes. Butterscotch caught her by surprise as the kiss came with a bite. A rather hard one. He buries his cock into her one final time, then stops. Aria can feel his member erupt inside of her, a brief explosion of heat. All she can do is lay there, panting.

They just breathe together for a little while in a close embrace. Aria greatly enjoying the absolutely magical softness of the bed. Butterscotch removes himself from her tightness, sighs in satisfaction and starts sitting up. He suddenly stops in the middle of his motion. Aria looks up, what is it?

"I was wonderin' where y'all had slunk off to... Oh."

Applejack stands right across from the bed, newly lifted sheet of cloth in hand.

"Well, well... What have we here?"

Eyebrow cocked, his expression is impossible to read.

Author's Note

Was that good for you?
Do you think more is coming?