Scotchie Does Ponyville

Rainbow Blitz was awakened by paws thudding across his body. He was barely conscious before at least four canine tongues were slapping against his face. It was like being pummeled by slabs of raw liver.

“Off! Off! Get off the bed!” He shouted, flailing his forelegs. Butterscotch’s dogs scattered, yelping. Some ran back downstairs, but most sat around the bed, panting and staring at him.

Sleeping over at Butterscotch’s place was taking some getting used to.

The entire downstairs was a zoo. The unruly pack of dogs were eating kibble out of loud metal bowls. Harriet the bear was pigging out on blackberries and honey. Weasels were eating fish. Lilith and her bunny cousins were discussing what appeared to be architectural plans over lettuce and carrots. Dozens of birds and small mammals were running and flapping to and from ceramic bowls of seeds, berries and worms.

Scotch was in the kitchen, eating oatmeal. He had a second bowl next to him.

He ducked his head. “Um, hi. I hope the dogs didn’t wake you up. I totally didn’t get lonely and send them up to get you. That never happened. Would you like some oatmeal?”

One of the dogs barked. Scotch smirked nervously, and pushed a bowl of oatmeal across the table towards Blitz. Blitz pulled out a chair.

“Oh, you, um, might want to wipe that chair off first. Some of the birds were sitting on it earlier.”

Blitz sighed and got a towel.

The oatmeal had butter and brown sugar and berries in it. It was pretty good. “Scotch, can you please get me some damn coffee?”

“Oh. I forgot. I’m sorry.”

Blitz munched his oatmeal and openly perved out on his best friend as he bent over to get coffee things. That sleek, lanky yellow frame. Those tight little ass cheeks. Balls so big he waddled when he walked. The epic wingspan, totally wasted on a pony who never flew over five feet off the ground if he could avoid it. They had been ‘just friends’ their whole lives until last month when, for reasons far too complicated to explain, things had changed. Now they were lovers. Blitz was Scotch’s first stallion, and only his second or third partner of any kind. As life experiences went, showing him the ropes of gay sex was up there with his first sonic rainboom.

“Oh, darn it, where did I put those filters,” said Scotch, his voice muffled by the cabinet. Blitz watched the other colt’s balls swaying as he rifled around under there, and decided they looked far too full. Something needed to be done about that. He slipped out of his chair and crawled stealthily across the kitchen floor. When he was in range, he lifted his head and struck out his tongue to cup Scotch’s left ball. Scotch yelped, and banged his head on the inside of the cabinet.

“Ouch,” he whispered, rubbing his hoof against his head.

“You okay, pal?” said Blitz.

“Yes,” said Scotch. “Please don’t stop.”

The dogs started barking.

Blitz grinned and turned his attention back to those big yellow balls. He ran his tongue over both of them, wetting them until the soft skin gleamed. He knocked them gently back and forth, and they sloshed around in there like someone had shoved an avocado into a canteen full of hand lotion. How were they so full? The two of them had been emptying them daily for weeks. Sometimes several times a day. Butterscotch might not be strong, or brave, or tough, but he was a fine example of Equestrian stallionhood where it mattered. Blitz opened his jaws as wide as they’d go and wrapped his lips around one extra-extra-large egg. He could just barely fit it in his mouth. He sucked on it, gently massaging it with his tongue, making Scotch groan.

“Oh Rainbow. Rainbow. I love you, Rainbow.”

Blitz heard his friend’s gigantic cock slapping his soft belly. His stomach rumbled. He suddenly knew what he wanted for breakfast, and it wasn’t oatmeal.

There was a knock on the door. The dogs went crazy.

“Oh, poop!” said Butterscotch. “I forgot Day Tripper was supposed to come over this morning. I’m so stupid!”

“Whlll hhhm th gth awwy,” said Blitz.

“No, Blitz. I’m not being rude to Day Tripper. He’s my best friend. I mean, my other best friend. Besides you. And Eris. And Elusive. So my fourth best friend.” Scotch wiggled back out of the cabinet, forcing Blitz to scoot back across the tile on his rump. “Could you, um, take my ball out of your mouth please?”

Blitz reluctantly complied, and Scotch went to let Tripper in, dripping spit from his sack onto the floor behind him.

“Yellow dude. Little dudes,” said Day Tripper as the dogs swarmed around him, sniffing and licking. “Blitz. Oh. Hey.” His shaggy eyebrows rose and his nostrils flared. “Am I, like, interrupting something?”

“Oh, no, not at all,” said Butterscotch, pushing the dog sniffing at his erection away with a hind hoof.

Tripper chuckled. “Whatever you say, yellow dude.” He wadded through the yelping pack into the living room. “How’re you doing?”

Blitz gritted his teeth. He had to leave for work soon, and he wasn’t looking forward to dragging a pair of blue balls through the whole day. He was still ragingly hard, and he didn’t even bother to try to hide it — just sat on his haunches letting it stick out in front of him, bobbing slightly with his pulse.

“I’m fine,” said Scotch. “Not agonizingly horny or anything. Would you like coffee? I was just about to make coffee.”

Day Tripper laughed. “I am interrupting. I can come back later, yellow dude.”

“Well, we were just about to have sex,” said Blitz.

Scotch gasped. “Blitz!”

Day Tripper laughed. “It’s cool. It’s cool. Sex is totally natural. Nothing to be ashamed of. I’ll come back later.” Blitz noticed that the green earth pony’s cock had begun to slide out of its sheath. His eyes flicked across the stallion’s body. He wasn’t in bad shape — a bit shaggy, but he had the broad, masculine body typical of so many earth ponies. Toned muscles under that fuzz, too. He worked hard on his farm. Blitz had heard he moonlighted as an artists’ model. He certainly had the body for it.

“Hey, Trip. You gay?” said Blitz.

Day Tripper’s eyes popped wide open. “I, um, don’t use labels, dude.” His eyes drifted down, and then popped back up again, trying without success to focus on Blitz’s face.

“You like the dick, though. I can tell. Why don’t you stay?”

“Blitz, dude, that’s super tempting, but I wouldn’t want to, like, impose.” His dark green cock unfurled itself to its full length.

Blitz patted Tripper heartily on the withers. “Oh, you really wouldn’t be imposing at all! Please! Stay! Buck my coltfriend! I insist!”

“I don’t think yellow dude’s into it.”

“What on earth could give you that idea?” Blitz was sitting next to Tripper. His hoof drifted across the green stallion’s flank, down his thigh, and to his cock. When the advance wasn’t rebuffed, Blitz began to move his hoof.

“Because… oh, buck, dude, that feels good… because he’s hiding under the couch, Blitz.”

Blitz sighed, and stepped away from Day Tripper. He poked his face under the edge of the couch.

“You okay under there, pal? If this is a boundary thing, we can totally renegotiate.” Was that what Dusk would say? Friendship could be so complicated.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be all right,” said Scotch. He squirmed forward until his blue eyes were just visible under the edge of the sofa. “Please continue.”

Blitz flapped back over to Tripper, wriggled up against his side, and started stroking his cock again. The dogs, wise to the dangers of interfering in Blitz’s sex life, were grouped in a ragged circle around him and Tripper, watching with keen scientific interest as the green stallion slid a hoof beneath Blitz’s undercarriage.

“You sure you’re okay with this, yellow dude?” groaned Tripper, as Blitz resumed stroking. “I’m not trying to steal your coltfriend. I just… buck, it’s been so long. I can’t… I can’t… Ahhhh!”

“It’s okay!” said Scotch. “I... um... this is fun to watch.”

“You like seeing me getting stroked off, yellow dude?”

“I love it. You’re so handsome, Tripper. Almost as handsome as Blitz. Please come for us.”

And Tripper came. Fast, hard, messily, without a hint of foreplay or even a kiss. Blitz ground his teeth in frustration. He was nowhere near coming, and the other stallion was floppy and drooling in his hoof!

“Oh wow,” said Scotch. Tripper had left a big, glistening puddle of white goo splattered across the hardwood floor. The dogs began to whimper and shuffle their feet. They knew this protein source was off limits, but damned if they understood why.

Blitz found himself in a difficult situation. He was hard and pulsing. Tripper was spent; Scotch was still under the couch, and both of them were in serious danger of getting cold hooves, leaving Blitz to either hump his own hooves or reconsider his aversion to the dogs. Desperate times, he decided, called for desperate measures. He got down on his belly, steeled himself internally, and started licking Tripper’s cum off the floor.

Tripper’s mouth fell open in fascination. “Dude, is he…”

“He appears to be,” said Scotch, wiggling his head out from under the couch to get a better look.

Tripper began shuffling his forehooves in a manner rather similar to that of the dogs. “Dude. Yellow dude. It’s hard to find a porno where somepony does that. You gotta hold on to this colt.”

“I know,” whispered Scotch, his silky baritone voice trembling with awe. “Tripper, pinch me. I must be dreaming.”

“You’re gonna have to come over here, yellow dude.” Tripper licked his lips. Blitz noticed the earth pony was hard again. He didn’t relish the taste of cold, dirty cum, but running his tongue through the thick white puddle on the floor was having the desired effect on his friends. He just had to be careful not to…

“OWTH!” yelped Blitz, sitting up, his tongue still sticking out.

“Blitzy! Are you okay?” gasped Scotch.

“Nhhho!” wailed Blitz. “Af goth a splinner in mhy tng!” The little spike of wood was clearly visible sticking out of his tongue.

Scotch eased close to his coltfriend, with the same caution he’d use approaching a wounded animal. Tripper clutched his tongue in sympathy.

“Now stay calm,” said Scotch. “I’m just going to have a little lookie, okay? I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you.”

“Ith gnna hrth!” whined Blitz, shoving his way back through the ring of dogs.

“It’s not gonna hurt, Blitzy. I just need to take a little… Alexander! Fuzzface! Stop him!”

Blitz barely had his wings spread to flee before the Great Dane and the Newfoundland were on top of him, panting calmly and looking at Scotch for further instructions. Each of the dogs was bigger than he was, so Blitz was hopelessly pinned. He winced as drool spattered in his perfectly styled mane. He tried to hide his tongue in his mouth, but it hurt too much. He looked up at Scotch pleadingly.

“Honestly. You’re such a sissy sometimes.” said Scotch. He leaned down, and gently plucked the splinter out of Blitz’s tongue with his teeth. “Does that feel better?”

“Uh huh,” said Blitz, blinking the tears out of his eyes.

Scotch grinned. “How about this?” and he ran his own tongue against Blitz’s. Tripper watched them as they moved from light tongue fencing to tonsil hockey to full-on attempting to devour each other’s faces. It was awkward. Awkward, but hot.

“So, hey, could you get your dogs off of me, though?” said Blitz, between kisses.

Scotch grinned sheepishly. “I can. Or I could do this.” Alexander and Fuzzface sniffed curiously as Scotch stepped over Blitz, pressing his flare against Blitz’s nose. “I mean, if it’s okay with you.”

Blitz blinked at the massive chocolate brown cockhead pressed so close in his face that he had to cross his eyes to get a good look at it. It wasn’t going to help him get off, but he couldn’t say no to sucking a dick like that. He opened wide. “Ahhhhh!”

Scotch let out a decadent baritone moan as he thrust his hips forward, burying his dick in Blitz’s tight, willing throat. Blitz gagged. Scotch shouted, and scurried back. The dogs hopped up, startled.

“Are you alright?” said Scotch, in a panic.

Blitz rolled his eyes, pushing himself to his hooves. “Of course I’m alright. We’ve been over this a billion times — you fuck my face, I’m gonna gag a little. I can handle it.” He looked at the clock over the couch. If he left in the next five minutes, he could still just barely make it to work in time. “Could you do me a solid and lie down on the floor for a sec, Scotch old pal?”

“You’re not upset that I gagged you with my thingy?” He lay down without hesitation.

Blitz chuckled. “Scotch. You cannot out-hardcore me. Just accept it. Now open your mouth.” Blitz shoved his long, blue cock into Scotch’s open mouth. The pretty yellow stallion’s eyes shot open as he felt his friend’s flare push past his lips and into the top of his throat. He took it like a good slut, though — jaw open, throat relaxed. He was blessed with a very weak gag reflex, and he’d grown quite used to the feeling of Blitz fucking his throat in recent weeks. Blitz closed his eyes, grinning like a fool as he felt the tight, wet passage flexing around him. He stroked the back of his coltfriend’s neck. “There’s a good Butterslut… Mmmm, yeah. Such a tight little throat. Such a sweet little face pussy.”

Scotch looked up at Blitz lovingly as his balls swung closer and closer to his chin. Tripper, struck dumb by the whole depraved spectacle, was clopping furiously, jaw hanging open.

“You… you stop that, Tripper,” said Blitz. “I’m leaving for work soon, and I want you to… unf… I want you to fuck this sweet little slut silly while I’m away. Then I’m going to make him tell me everything you… oh buck!”

Blitz felt the familiar tingle deep in his balls, which blossomed into a wave of pleasure as his cock began to squirt. He bottomed out in Scotch’s throat, pubic fluff and balls pressed against the end of his muzzle. He felt Scotch swallowing around the shaft, taking every single drop. “Oh, Butterslut,” groaned Blitz, walking back, gently pulling his cock free. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Blitzie,” said Scotch, drool dripping from his lips when Blitz had slid his cock out.

“Now, I was serious,” said Blitz, waving a hoof at Tripper. “You buck this colt, and you buck him good. I’ll know if you don’t.” He stole a messy kiss from Scotch, and hopped up into the air. “Okay, late for work. See you guys!”

And he was gone.

———

“So what did you two do?” said Blitz.

It was that night. Scotch and Blitz had eaten and played some video games, and now they were cuddled up on the couch, all alone except for dogs, birds, squirrels, and the sound of Harriet unburdening her heart to Lilith in the kitchen.

Scotch blushed. “Um… he helped me give the dogs baths.”

Blitz nudged him.

Scotch sighed. “And then we talked about what happened this morning.”

Blitz grinned a lopsided grin. “And?”

Scotch tried to roll off the couch so he could hide underneath it. He found Blitz’s thighs clamped around his middle, and his hooves resting on his shoulders.

“And?” said Blitz.

Scotch gulped, and took a deep breath.
“Thenwewentupstairstomybedroomandkissedandcuddledandwemight’vesuckedeachother’sthingiesandthenalittlewhilelaterheletmeputmythingyuphisbutt.”

Blitz narrowed his eyes at Scotch. “Okay, I think I got some of that.”

Scotch wriggled down, trying to get out of Blitz’s grasp. The motion made Blitz hard.

“What the buck are you so embarrassed about?” he said.

“Sex.” said Scotch. “Sex is shameful.”

Blitz facehoofed. “God damn it, Scotch, I love your parents, but they messed you up good. What the buck is shameful about sex?”

“It’s just shameful!” said Scotch, so fervent about his topic that he somehow didn’t notice the stiff cock nestled in his chest fluff. “I used my fourth-best friend’s body for my own pleasure! Repeatedly! I took him! And I used him! Like Harriet with a piece of meat!” He mashed his hooves together, though what he was trying to demonstrate by this gesture was lost on Rainbow Blitz.

“Really. And what did he do with your body?” Rainbow moved his hips slowly. Sudden movements startled the yellow pony, but he could be shockingly oblivious to the most obvious things when he was on a tear about something.

“Used it. Mercilessly!”

“Uh huh. Did you like it?”

Scotch blushed. “Yes. But I cheated on you!”

“With my permission, idiot. You said you sucked each other’s dicks. Did he come in your mouth?” Blitz, whose balls were always on a hair trigger, could feel tension building in the depths of his belly. Scotch somehow still didn’t realize what was going on.

“He did! His flare got big, and I couldn’t get it out of my mouth in time!” He ducked his head. “I’m getting to kind of like the taste,” he whispered.

“Unf. Tell me more about that.”

“Well, maybe it’s not so much the taste as the fact that… Blitz, are you dry humping my chest?”

Blitz nodded. “I’m surprised it took you so long to notice! Hold still, I’m almost done.”

“Um… okay. It’s not very nice for you to do that without asking.”

Blitz’s hips were thrusting vigorously now, rubbing his cock against Scotch’s fluffy fur. “Say that… say that again.”

Scotch blinked. “I said it’s not very nice for you to… ack!”

“Oh Artemis on a stttiiiiiiccck!” wailed Blitz as his balls unloaded. They were very full from thinking about Tripper and Scotch all day.

Scotch whimpered as he felt hot cum soaking his neck and the points of his shoulders. He narrowed his eyes at Blitz. “That wasn’t very nice at all. I was trying to have a serious conversation, and you frotted me!”

Blitz chuckled. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. Anyway, you like it when I’m mean to you.”

“I’m really hard right now,” agreed Scotch.

“Then buck me like the the dirty whore I am.” He lifted his hind legs up to his ears, and wriggled his hips down until his ponut was nestled against the flare of Scotch’s cock. Scotch’s dickhead dwarfed the little opening, and pushed the buttocks aside on either side.

Scotch looked concerned. “But we don’t have any lube! It’s all upstairs!”

Blitz bumped his asshole against his friend’s cock. It slid off and bumped him in the balls. “So go in dry! I can take a little pain.”

Scotch narrowed his eyes. “Blitz. My thingy is as long as your entire tummy. If I somehow manage to get it in you will hemorrhage and die.”

Blitz grinned. “But if I live! The bragging rights!”

Scotch spread his wings and hopped up, fury in his eyes. “RAINBOW BOMBARDMENT BLITZ.” The walls shook. Glass cracked. Animals scurried for shelter. Blitz covered his ears. The Voice! Blitz hated it when Scotch used the Voice. “YOU WILL NEVER, EVER AGAIN ASK ME TO ATTEMPT TO KILL YOU WITH MY PENIS.”

“Okay, okay,” wailed Blitz. “Just stop doing that!”

Scotch flapped back down to the couch. “Okay. I’m sorry. I felt very strongly.”

“Faust, you’re going to deafen me!”

Scotch put his head in his hooves. “I shouldn’t even be doing these things with you! It’s unnatural! And I’m straight!” He folded his hooves over his eyes. “I’ve ruined our friendship with my unnatural desires! And now my friendship with Day Tripper! Faust hates me!”

Blitz ground his teeth together. Not this again. He rolled over, nestled up nose to nose with his buddy, and ran a hoof through his friend’s hair. A panicked Butterscotch needed to be talked down very carefully. Luckily Blitz was a seasoned pro at this. The whole ‘bi now’ thing made it harder, though. “Deep breaths, Scotch. Faust loves everypony, right?”

Scotch nodded, tears squirting down his cheeks.

“And your mom and dad love you no matter what you do, right?”

Scotch looked confused. “I don’t know. Do they?”

Blitz patted his hoof. “They do. And I love you no matter what.” He hugged his friend close. Slimey cum squished between their barrels.

Scotch blinked. “You do?”

Blitz bonked Scotch in the head. It was time to move into phase two. “I do, you moron. You think I’ve been following you around like a lost puppy for almost a decade because it’s good for my health? I finally got you out of the damn closet, and I’m not letting you go back in.”

“Sorry,” said Scotch, rubbing his head. “But am I really gay? Am I bi? Or pansexual, whatever that is? I just feel so confused. I thought it was just you, but then I did stuff with Tripper, and now I’m not sure any more. Was I faking it when I was with the mares I was with? Am I faking it with you? Am I a repressed heterosexual?”

Blitz facehoofed. “There’s no such thing as a repressed heterosexual.”

“How would you know? You’re not a repressed anything!”

“Fine. You know what? I’m tired of this. You’re not sure if you’re really bi? Go. Go out. Find yourself.”

Scotch looked like he’d been slapped. “Are… are you dumping me?” His lower lip started to tremble.

“No, Butterslut. I’m not dumping you. I’m giving you a pass for the week. I want you to go out there, literally right now, and find somepony to spend the night with.”

Scotch’s lower eyelid twitched. “You want me to cheat on you. Again.”

Blitz grinned. “I want you to cheat on me repeatedly, until you get all the doubts about your sexuality out of your system.”

“Won’t you be jealous?”

“Nope. I know you’ll be back.”

“But tonight? It’s too late to start!”

“It’s seven o’clock. The bars don’t close for hours.”

“I’m covered in cum!”

“Good! It’s full of my pheromones! You’ll need all the help you can get.”

“But who’ll feed my animals?”

Blitz reached into the end table drawer and pulled out the 105-page perfect bound booklet Scotch had written up after the last time Blitz had wound up taking care of his animals. It had a small pink post-it note affixed to the front reading ‘on second thought just have Lilith do it’. “Seriously, I’ve got some time off work coming. If you need me, I’ll be on your couch, drinking your liquor and watching war movies on your TV. I don’t want to see your ass back here until this time next week! I mean, if it’s come home or sleep on the street, then come home, but we’ll both know you wimped out.”

Scotch sighed. “I’ll miss you.”

Blitz waved a hoof at him and fumbled for the remote control. “I’ll miss you too. Now go get washed up, pack your toothbrush, and get going. Give me a kiss before you go. And take notes! I want details when you get back. Oh, and don’t forget, the girls are coming over on Thursday!”