Scotchie Does Ponyville

Blitz stood on Butterscotch’s couch, a colander slightly askew on his head. “All right, boys. Operation Get Blitz a Beer is about to commence. I’m not gonna lie to you. It’s gonna be rough.”

Scotch’s dogs sat in a double line in front of him, panting and staring. They had no idea what he was saying, but like most dogs, they were happy enough to fall in behind anypony who seemed to know what they were doing.

Blitz began to pace back and forth on the couch, gesturing from time to time with the wooden spoon tucked under his wing. “Those squirrels are dug in deep. Intelligence — thanks, Lilith — reports three lines of fortifications. One at the doorway. One at the kitchen table. And a final one around the refrigerator itself.”

Lilith, sitting on the arm of the couch, ground her teeth and rolled her eyes.

“Don’t let their fluffy exteriors fool you. They have sharp little teeth. And nuts. Lots of nuts. Huge fucking nuts. I’m not gonna lie to you, troops. A lot of you are gonna get pelted with nuts. Probably all of you, honestly. But better you than me, am I right?”

Alexander barked, mainly because he wanted to sound supportive. Then suddenly, all the dogs froze. Ears went up. Tails began to wag. Cacophonous barking filled the cottage. The squirrels, sensing a turn in the tide of battle, huddled behind their breastworks, clutching their nuts and shivering in fear. The front door opened. Scotch and Wanda stepped in, and were instantly submerged in a tide of slobbery canine love.

“Oh, wow!” said Blitz, flapping over for hugs himself. “Wanda! I didn’t know you were in town!”

Scotch glared at his sister. “Why don’t I go clear the squirrels out of the kitchen while you two catch up.”

It took a couple of minutes to scold the squirrels and supervise them while they took down their fortifications. When he came back to the couch with three beers and a bottle of Glenfilly, they were sitting side by side, patting dogs and chatting happily. He squeezed in between them. “So. Have you told Blitz about how you got fired from the only steady job you’ve ever had?”

Wanda shrugged and sipped her beer. “Benefits were crap, and I really wasn’t on board with their ‘no sleeping at work’ policy.”

Blitz nodded. “That’s a bummer. Hey, Wanda, you should totally work for the Equestrian Weather Service. Two hours for lunch, three naps a day, workers’ comp, 401K, four weeks of vacation. We’ve got a really good union.”

Wanda yawned. “Yeah, maybe I could do that. I was getting bored of mane therapy anyway. So how’s your career, Scotchie? Still living like a king on the residuals from your one-week modeling career?”

Scotch scrunched down. “I care for the animals. It’s a job.”

Wanda grinned. “Oh, speaking of modeling, I love the little pants.”

Scotch sighed, took a swig from the bottle and placed it between his legs to cover the activity beneath his tighty whities. Wanda and Blitz, between them, accounted for the vast majority of Scotch’s lifetime sexual experience, and his body, neither concerned with propriety nor exhausted by the frankly ridiculous amount of sex he’d had in the past few days, was responding accordingly.

“Hey, don’t hog the scotch, Scotch,” said Blitz.

“I, um, need it,” said Scotch. He did. If he drank enough, maybe he’d be unable to stay hard, and he could avoid humiliation and exposure as a sister-molester. He’d have to drink more than just one bottle, though, if his night with Elusive and Swishy was any indication. He’d also have to figure out a way to get the bottle back to his mouth without exposing that his flare had begun to slip out of the hem of his briefs.

“Hey, check this out,” said Wanda. She leaned her head out over the bottle, wrapped her lips around the neck, and with a soft popping noise, sucked whiskey up the neck and into her mouth. She grinned. “Can I suck, or can’t I?”

Scotch’s cock slid another inch or two up his belly. They must’ve both seen it by now. Why were they torturing him?

Blitz waved a hoof. “Aw, that’s an old trick. You use pegasus magic to make a tiny low pressure system in your mouth. I can do it too. Check it out.” Blitz leaned over and sucked a shot out of the bottle, running his lips up and down the neck far longer than he needed to. Scotch’s cock bumped him in the nose, quickly pumping to its full length.

Blitz snorted. “Look who’s hard in front of sister!”

Wanda batted her eyelashes. “It’s not the first time.”

Blitz’s eyes bugged out of his head. “What? You’re shitting me.”

Wanda nodded. “Oh, this little horndog was at me every night when we were teenagers. I’d be trying to get some sleep, and he’d sneak over to my bed, and he’d put out a little hoof and he’d be like, ‘Wanda. Wanda. I need you, Wanda.’” She made her voice as deep as she could in imitation of Scotch’s plaintive baritone. Scotch tried to wriggle away and found teal and cyan hooves resting firmly on his thighs.

Blitz laughed. “Yeah? Did you let him?”

Wanda grinned widely.

Blitz whistled. “Damn, you’re a good sister.”

“The best,” she purred.

Scotch decided since it wasn’t hiding anything any more, he might as well take a few shots from the bottle. It was a waste to drink such good liquor so fast, but maybe if he was lucky, whiskey dick would set in more quickly than usual.

“Well, I’m not saying that’s normal, or natural, or legal. But it’s pretty hot. You’ll never guess who he’s sleeping with these days,” said Blitz.

“Try me,” said Wanda.

Blitz tapped his own chest proudly.

Wanda whistled. “Well what do you know. I can’t say I’m surprised. I always had Big Brother figured for a secret fudge packer, the way he was always trying to get up under my dock.”

“Did you ever let him?” said Blitz, relishing the revelation of incest with the aplomb of somepony with no brothers or sisters of his own.

Wanda snorted. “Are you kidding? With that monster? He’d rip me in half! I’m surprised you can take it.”

“The ponut is a marvelous organ. Super stretchy. Very resilient.” Blitz reached down, and pulled a mason jar of lube out from under the couch. He tossed it to Scotch, who almost dropped his whiskey. “C’mon, sexy coltfriend,” he said, sliding off the couch and kneeling on the floor. Scotch stared at Blitz’s lean ass as it swayed in the air. He could see the lines of his muscles clearly beneath the short blue fur. His cock throbbed. Blitz took a sip of his beer, lifted his tail, and flared his ponut. Scotch realized there wasn’t enough whiskey in all of Ponyville to make his cock go down now.

“You want me to help you lube up, Big Brother?” said Wanda, fluttering her eyelashes.

“No!” squealed Scotch, jerking away from her. He rubbed goo onto his shaft, and directed it towards Blitz’s ass, trying not to look at Wanda. That ass. Blitz was so cut you could practically see the striation of his muscles through his skin. He couldn’t resist rubbing his hoof-thick flare all across both cheeks, and tapping it against his balls to see them jiggle.

“Oh, Scotch…” groaned Blitz, resting his head on the floor next to his beer.

“Oh, Scotch,” said Wanda.

Butterscotch shuddered with shame, but he couldn’t resist pushing his cockhead up under Blitz’s tail. Even after a month of constant anal sex, they both had to push and strain to get Scotch inside of him. He could feel his coltfriend opening for him, but he was afraid he’d hurt him if he just pushed inside.

Blitz arched back against him. “You can do it, buddy!”

Wanda put her cheek against Scotch’s hip. “Yeah! Don’t be shy! I wanna see you wreck him!”

“Wanda, what are you doing?” groaned Scotch.

“Trying to get a better view,” she said, her violet eyes looking up at him through strands of mane that had come free from her bun. His heart fluttered. Stop that, heart. He closed his eyes, rested the bottle of Glenfilly on Blitz’s croup, gripped his tail, and pushed as hard as he dared. He felt the now-familiar embrace of his boyfriend’s ass around his cock, and he yowled with joy.

“Buck yes!” yelped Blitz, thumping his hoof on the floor.

“I knew you could do it, big brother!” She wrapped her forelegs around him and pulled his tighty whities down so that his balls were hanging out. She cupped them against the frogs of her hooves.

“W-Wanda!” squeaked Scotch, his deep voice going as high as it could. “What are you doing?”

“Feeling up my sexy older brother. You know you want it,” said Wanda. “Now, let’s see some true anal ruination. Fuck him so hard he waddles for a week!”

“Oh, for buck’s sake, Wanda,” said Blitz, “do you want to write ad copy for the backs of porn DVDs?”

Scotch moaned with pleasure, guilt, and despair. Pleasure because he really did want his sister’s hooves on his balls. Guilt for exactly the same reason. And despair because he knew he couldn’t stop himself from letting her. He rammed into Blitz so deeply that the walls of Wanda’s hooves pressed into his ass. He thrust again and again, going as deeply as he could in Blitz’s tight little ass over and over. Behind Scotch, his sister had her nose in under his tail and was licking soft little hooffuls of his ass cheeks, nipping them and wetting them with spit. Scotch took a hit from his bottle, then set it back on Blitz’s croup. This was wicked. This was evil. This was amazing. His pleasure built, slowly gathering into a powerful, overwhelming crescendo that…

“Whoa! Easy, tiger!” said Wanda, yanking Scotch back by the balls. “Not so fast!”

Butterscotch’s eyes bugged out of his head. “Ouch.”

“Faust! Don’t pull out so fast! That bucking hurts! You wanna give me a prolapse?” growled Blitz.

“Geeze, I’m sorry, but he was about to come! I want a turn with big brother’s cock up my ass!”

Scotch’s eyes got even wider, threatening to roll out of their sockets and down his cheeks. “Buh wah wa wa?”

Blitz snickered. “Oh, little sister wants big brother to take her anal virginity. This I gotta see. Time to disengage, Scotch. Wanda, pour the rest of the mason jar in between those sweet green cheeks. You’re gonna need all the lubrication you can get.”

By the time Scotch had popped free of his coltfriend’s ass, leaving it gaping so wide he swore he could see clean through to Blitz’s teeth, Wanda had her cheek on the floor and her small but plump ass in the air. Lube glistened on the familiar pout of her fat green pussy lips, and on her sweet, forbidden little ponut. Scotch was a gentlepony. He leaned in, took a deep whiff of his sister’s heady aroma, and pressed his tongue to the apex of her sex. Her clitoris twitched under his tongue. “Sccoootttch!” she groaned. He pushed his tongue forward, quickly remembering the rhythm she liked — deep, hard, circling pushes. The muscles in her hind legs shook. The tendons tightened. Her tail flipped so high it fell over her black.

“Scotchie! OH! Oh my Faust!”

Scotch paused. “Am I hurting you?” He felt a little dizzy. All the whiskey might be going to his head. Not to his dick though. That was as hard as ever.

“No! Don’t! Don’t stop! What are you doing?”

“I was… I was just checking on you.” He rubbed his jaw. His tongue was already tired. He couldn’t feel the tip of his muzzle. He decided the thing to do was drink more scotch.

“Lick meeeee!!!! I was just about to cooommmeee!” wailed Wanda.

Scotch blinked. “Oh. Right. Sorry.” That was what he was supposed to be doing. He pushed his nose against her dripping pussy and rubbed his tongue against her clit again. Her rear end shook as if it’d been hit with an electric shock.

“Scotch. Scotchie. I love you so much! Make me come, big brother!” she screamed. He pulled her clit in between his lips and sucked it hard. Wanda shrieked, and mare juice splashed on his muzzle, wetting his eyelashes.

Scotch grinned. “I still… I still got it.”

“Damn, you’re evil,” said Blitz, flapping over to stand above Wanda’s head. He lifted her head in his hooves, and she smiled up at him goofily.

“I think I’m ready to get analed,” said Wanda.

Blitz frowned. “You sure? Scotch has kind of an expert-level cock. Maybe you wanna start with something smaller?” He glanced down meaningfully.

Wanda rolled her eyes. “Nope. I’m keepin’ it in the family. You still back there, big brother?

Scotch replied by scrambling up onto her back. His cock bumped against her belly, her thighs, both buttocks, and her pussy. Everywhere but her ponut. “I can’t find… I can’t find her hole thing.”

Blitz saluted. “I’ll be back to help you in a second, good buddy. Okay. Wanda. The trick is to bear down like you’re taking the biggest dump of your entire Faust damn life. Like, a ‘you ate the ten-pound hay burger and got your picture on the wall of Cousin Al’s’ dump.”

Wanda grinned. “You make it sound so erotic. Okay, then what?”

Blitz shrugged. ”Pray to Faust you survive, then sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Wanda gulped. Blitz walked behind her and helped guide Scotch up against her. He humped his hips drunkenly, but by the third thrust, he found himself surrounded by hot, soft female flesh. “Oh, golly!” moaned Scotch, trying to move slowly. His sister’s ass was unbelievably tight, and it was all he could do to keep himself from hammering her right into the floorboards.

“Oh, sweet holy buck!” screamed Wanda.

“You okay?” said Blitz, looking concerned.

“Yes! Yes! Deeper. Harder! Oh, why didn’t we try this sooner!”

Blitz grinned. “I think she likes it, Scotch.”

Scotch barely heard him. He was lost in the pleasure of his sister’s ass. Her cheeks slid against the sides of his cock. Her ponut was distended into a paper-thin ring around him. Where the hell was his whiskey? He humped his hips, making his sister’s slender body shiver. Blitz walked away from him, lowered his hips over Wanda’s face, and leaned over her back to kiss him. He heard the wet sound of Blitz fucking his sister’s throat. He felt his boyfriend’s tongue sliding against his own. The pleasure was almost unbearable. He loved Blitz. He loved Wanda, sort of. Was that so wrong?

Fire boiled out of his balls and flashed through his body. He felt his cock pulsing, squirting inside of Wanda’s body. He heard Blitz scream.

Scotch gasped, and started pulling back out of Wanda’s ass as quickly as he dared. Orgasm had come, and with it had come clarity. Yes. It was wrong. It was horribly, horribly wrong. He shouldn’t have done it. His cock popped free of Wanda’s ass, leaving it gaping, dripping cum from it towards her pussy. He visualized flipper-limbed incest foals and frantically tried to push the trickle away from her sex.

“I promised… I promised myself I’d never use your body again.” He felt his feathers bristling, standing on end. Blitz and Wanda stared at him. Wanda had some of Blitz’s cum on her nose.

“Scotch, um, are you okay?”

“YOU TWO LEAD ME TO SIN,” said Scotch, his eyes glowing.

Blitz and Wanda’s eyes snapped wide open. Then they cringed, and covered their ears. Animals fled. The walls shook.

“Scotch,” said Blitz, waving his hooves franticly, “Calm down. It’s not anything you haven’t done before. Now, why don’t you…”

“NO. I’M A MONSTER. GET AWAY FROM ME!” Tears rolled down Scotch’s cheek.

Wanda put her hooves on his chest. “Scotchie. Scotchie. It’s all right. You’re overreacting. Take deep breaths. It’ll be okay.”

“NO! GET OUT! NOW!”

And then he was alone. He fell to the floor, sobbing.