The sun was beginning to set, and Butterscotch was trying his hardest not to go into full-on panic mode. He checked prince Solaris's letter one last time, after cleaning his house and putting the animals to bed. It was what he always did when he was expecting a visitor. Even if that visitor happened to be the lion-lizard-pony-dragon thing that had once hypnotized him into turning evil.

He couldn't help but regret the decision he made to help reform Eris. Even though Solaris wrote that he had a great amount of confidence in him, and even though he told himself it would be a lot like taming a bear, he was still trembling a little. Bears couldn't snap their fingers and turn his house into an active volcano. That's why he gulped when he heard his doorbell ring. As he hesitantly opened the door, he shut his eyes and braced himself for what was coming.

After that, there was no time to react.

"Butterscotch!" cried Eris as she rushed forward for a tackle-hug. "oh my Faust, it's been way too long! What's up?" wrapping him up in her arms, she flew him around his cottage and nuzzled him. It wasn't until another Eris suddenly appeared, floated towards them, and tapped her on the shoulder that she decided to set her down. Once the other Eris snapped her fingers, the first one poofed away like a cloud of dust.

"sorry. She can be like that sometimes," Eris sighed while shaking her head.

"oh, okay..." she mumbled. Butterscotch wasn't really sure what to say, and not just for the obvious reason. He couldn't help but notice how different the draconequus looked. The Eris he knew towered over him even more than the princes did, and had a slim, curveless body that almost reminded him of a snake. This Eris was an adorably short imp of a woman whose plump, hearty curves gave her quite the pear-shaped appearance. She had the sort of body that drove him (and, let's be honest, most other men) wild. Her thick, pillowy hips belled out from her slim waist in the best possible way. Her thighs had this wonderful roundness to them. And her breasts might not have been that large, but they sat on her chest so firm, perky and light that they were just begging to be squeezed.

Suddenly interrupting his awkward gawking, Eris snapped her fingers and gave herself a news reporter costume. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're reporting to you live from the cottage of a pony that's suddenly been sent into space! No, not Prince Artemis again. Just a mild-mannered pony who we really wish would report back to Earth." she cleared her throat and leaned in before repeating, "Earth to Butterscotch. Earth to Butterscotch. Do you read me?"

"Okay. I get the point. I'm just not used to you and how... unusual you look." he covered his mouth with a hand as his eyes grew wide with regret to his word choice. "I don't mean it in a bad way! I just-"

She got rid of the costume and gave him a sly little grin. "Unusual? I'm a draconequus. Don't we always look unusual? Unless you're just talking about my default form. You know, the way i look when I'm not trying to be threatening. Or when I'm not worried about Prince Sunbutt literally talking down to me."

She was right. It'd be difficult to pose a threat while looking so adorable. Her cute face, complete with round doe-eyes and plump kissable lips that had a tiny fang poking out between them, didn't exactly say "terrifying goddess of chaos".

"It has its perks, though. Like when it makes colts completely speechless."

“Uh wh- da ehh eh.” he decided to prove her point by opening his mouth and letting loose the incoherent sound of unfinished thoughts.

"Okay. Let me make this easier. Do you think I'm sexy, Butterscotch?"

"W-well, I me-mean, I'm su-sure there's a lot of ponies who'd find you a-attractive. I'm just... not that kind of colt."

"Impressive. I almost couldn't tell you were lying," she sighed as she floated up and laid like she was an invisible beach chair. "But let's be honest. If your life was a Saturday morning cartoon, my little pony, your eyes would be giant hearts." She couldn't help but giggle at her own joke.

"What's a cartoon?"

"Interdimensional humor. You wouldn't get it."

She decided to take Butterscotch up with her, forcing the couch's springs to launch him into the air until he was floating weightlessly next to her. She took a seat in his lap, which made him realize just how massive that bubble butt was. It covered his lap entirely and smothered his cock with all its warm, plush softness. he could only hope she wouldn't notice him biting his lip.

"It's not a museum, for Faust's sake. You're allowed to touch," she chuckled as she gave him a flirty little grin and shook that masterpiece of an ass (assterpiece?) against him. It seemed that as soon as she made her little comment, he reached out and grabbed himself a big, greedy handful. It made his cock pulse and throb so hard that it began to ache. It was even drooling a few beads of precum.

"E-Eris, I was ho-hoping that you co-could..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a faint glow surrounded his zipper as it seemed to unzip itself. The thick veiny monster immediately sprang out, making a lewd smack as it ended up sandwiched between those huge cheeks. A tiny Eris, perhaps four inches tall, floated by with a tape measure that was stretched as far as her arms could reach. From base to tip, it measured a little over sixteen inches. Plus, it was as thick around as the colt's wrist. With a satisfied smile, the tiny Eris pulled out a nametag and a pen. She disappeared just after proudly slapping it on his chest. It read, "HELLO, MY NAME IS: Scotch the Impaler".

"Is it because..."

"You have the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life? Why, yes."

She started to rock her hips back and forth, stroking him off in a slow and sensual rhythm. Since he was getting a major confidence boost, the colt began working her hips in tandem with her. He bit his lips and let out a series of soft, sensitive moans. His cock was drooling precum and making it so much easier for her to assjob him. That’s why she took full advantage of her next opportunity.

She shook her hips at a stronger and more vigorous pace, pumping his cock nice and firmly and making him moan even louder. His cheeks were completely burning up as his eyes dialed back slightly.

“Oh my g-god, that’s pe-perfect~! <3 <3”

“So, I guess I’m not so bad after all,” she said in a smoky purr while shooting him with her sultriest pair of bedroom eyes. After snapping her fingers one more time, he had what felt like an invisible pair of hands caressing and massaging his balls like they were coaxing the cum out of him.

“I’mgunna,” he began to mumble and huff. “I’mgunnacum~”

And moments after he said it, it happened. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. He shivered with pleasure as the orgasm overtook him, making the fiercest moan Eris had ever heard come rushing out of him. A few thick, dripping ropes of cum coated the small of Eris’s back and painted her asscheeks. And then, while admiring the sight of that hot glaze, he sighed and let his legs go limp.

She gently got him to float back down and onto the couch, where he was laying back and relaxing.

“I… I really needed that.”

“I’m happy to oblige, Scotchy. Should we call it a night, or…”

“Of course not. Not until I return the favor. It’s just the right thing to do.”

Butterscotch was giving him an innocent look that made her question if he meant what she thought he did. If so, she knew this was going to be quite some night.

Author's Note

Well, this was fun. I know the typical structure is Story -> Porn -> Story. But I decided to go Porn -> Story -> Mix of porn and story, because why not?