Author's Note
Hello all! Thanks for taking the time to read this and I hope you enjoy. UPDATE: It's been edited now, fixed a lot of mistakes... Sorry for the shitty original!
It's a little out of my norm, but I think I did a decent job~ If you liked it, expect more like this! ~Syn
The Discovery
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Silence. Silence was just what the yellow coated stallion wanted. Out for a casual stroll in the park, he stopped for a drink from one of the drinking fountains. Brushing a lock of medium- length pink mane away from the end of his muzzle, the pegasus known as Butterscotch slurped delicately at the gentle stream of liquid. Though, not really at this spot for the water, no, he was looking for something else. All around, ponies came and went, some stopping at the large fountain, while others entered the bathroom across the small square. All of them blissfully unaware of a little slice of heaven that was hidden right under their noses, and away from their prying eyes. The first time he had found this now sacred place was only about a week ago, although scared and embarrassed, the poor stallion didn't get a chance to use it at all. But today, t-today was the day. Gulping; more so the lump in his throat than swallowing the mouthful of water, Butterscotch waited until the last pony came out of the bathroom before he hastily slinked inside and hopefully unseen.
Hooves echoing off the tiled floor, Butterscotch nervously walked down the row of stalls and up against the far wall at the end. The white and red tiles on the floor were clean, almost enough to eat off of. Brushed steel stalls lined up along one side of the room, while a few sinks and a large mirror that stretched the length of the room, sat across from the stalls. The last stall, which happened to be the largest, had an ‘Out of Service’ sign hanging from the door, though only those that knew about it actually would go in there. Nervously, Butterscotch searched the small back wall, looking for that single tile that would lead him to the time of his life. Finding the loose tile after a few moments of searching, the stallion shakily pushed the hidden doors down and open. Minding his head along the way, he slipped inside the small compartment. It was tight, having not much of a choice other than to crawl upon his belly to get even further in the cramped crawlspace. Though after a few feet, he came upon a larger chamber, one big enough for a normal pony to be able to stand up. It was clearly meant for a service worker in case one of the toilets plumbing malfunctioned, but today, HE was going to be doing the servicing.
Tail swishing behind him, a small cover was all that blocked his sight from peering out into the out of order stall on the adjacent side. Somepony else had laid down a small blanket of sorts to make it a bit more comfortable than just the concret, something the sensitive stallion appreciated greatly. Sitting his rump against the slightly crust fabric, he could do nothing more than wait for a pony to come into the stall. Preferably a big, juicy stallion~ And wait he did, it felt like forever until the first pony came into the bathroom, though they only came in to wash their hooves, muttering about dirt, or something. Giving a small whiny of irritation, Butterscotch sat back and resumed his waiting, which seemed to drag the minutes on longer.
But his body was already ready, excited for what was to come with very visible results. Sitting in his lap, his yellow molted and pink tipped member slid more and more from his sheath. Edged along by a hoof tip, Butterscotch moaned quietly in the confines of the hidden room, trembling from excitement. “O-Oh please… Somepony come in here… P-Please.” Luckily his prayers were soon answered as a pony stepped inside the bathroom, giving a hushed but aggressive ‘shut it!’ out the main door, the stallion turned and trotted further inside the restroom. Oh please be here for me, please! The unknown stallion paced a few times outside, seemingly trying to muster his courage before the stall door creaked open.
Sliding the small panel open just a bit, Butter could see the stallion starting into the darkness with sweat drops trailing down his face, obviously nervous, but excited over what could come. “U-Uh… Hey? Oh, s-should I not talk? You probably don't want me to recognize you….” The poor stallion looked ready to pass out, though his growing arousal could be very well seen by the curious pegasus. The newcomer was a light shade of brown, a dirty orange mane that was shortly cut rested upon his head. A pair of muddy green eyes looked at the slot with hope, albeit with a lot of nervousness. The poor colt was barely legal, probably only nineteen or so, but the thought of being this young stallion’s first sex partner only turned Butterscotch on more.
The lone cyan eye that was peeking through the small slit, quickly latched onto the long swinging object between the stallions legs. It was fairly long, probably a few inches longer than his own dick, that was furiously leaking pre all over his hoof at this point. But while it was long, it lacked a bit in girth, being akin more-so to a cucumber or maybe a large carrot. But a cock was a cock, and as long as he planned on shoving that through the hole, Butterscotch had no objections. Placing his lips against the opening, his tongue darted out playfully, begging to be filled by that wonderful meat. The stallion on the other side almost slipped, stumbling over his own hooves as he tried to rear up against the wall to satisfy his own need. Pushing blindly, the stranger prodded the wall a few times, shivering at the cool touch of tile, before the tip of his cock reached the pillowy haven. Warm and moist lips kissed the head, a small burst of very salty pre quickly leaked across them and Butters tongue as the receiver shuddered.
“Ohhh~”
Pulling back in a bit of surprise, Butterscotch was caught off guard when the dick followed his muzzle in. The length bobbed on it's own, it was mostly black, a few dark brown splotches near the base. The shaft was hard, wrinkled a bit but twitching like mad, trying to get the feeling of lips back upon the flesh. The smell was strong, very stallion-like and musty in a weirdly pleasant way, although the confined pegasus didn't mind in the slightest. It was the first dick he had ever kissed, and he knew he was hooked. Heart racing while his free wing spread wide in the small space, he leaned in and nuzzled the side of the pillar. “I-I'm going to make you s-spurt so much~” He spoke quietly, so the stallion behind the wall wouldn't be able to recognize the soft voice.
Wrapping a free wing around the pillar of flesh, the young virgin stallion started to stroke it off very slowly. “You're a pegasus? Oh gosh, your wing is so soft~” The stranger whined, shifting from hoof to hoof as Butterscotch tightened his grasp. Yellow feathers; quickly soaking in the steady dribble of precum, slid up and down his ‘toy’s’ shaft, spreading around the base, before gliding back up to the top and giving the tip a firm squeeze. After every other motion, the unnamed recipient gave a hearty moan, hips thrusting gently as his cheek rested upon the wall. “C-Can you use your mouth again, please?” The eager buck with his dick in the hole begged, tapping his hoof upon the wall softly as a fierce blush spread across Butter’s face. His mouth was already watering at the idea of shoving this glorious member inside his maw, and with the begging from above, how could he say no?
With only a quiet whimper, Butterscotch wrapped his wing around the base, holding it as still as possible while shifting backwards. His own hoof stroking his fat length quickly, nose and lips pressed hastily into the blunt tip of the penis before him. “Mmm~” Eyelids fluttering in bliss, the butter-yellow pegasus’s lips parted quickly and the tip was lodged straight into his mouth. The taste, the warmth, that pulsating movement that came with having something attached to another pony’s heartbeat, it was the most intoxicating thing he had ever imagined. Sealing his lips around the pole, tongue curving around the bottom with a loving cradle, Butterscotch had to hold off on his own pleasure as he almost came right there and then. Precum leaked heavily from the pink tipped member, his hoof now slick with fluid took over the wing, stroking the base tenderly but with the ultimate goal in mind.
Make this stallion cum as soon as he could, right in his mouth.
A deep breath followed a quick dive onto the long cock, pushing over his tongue and all the way to the back of his mouth. His body protesting the sudden movement, Butterscotch had to fight the urge to cough and even throw up. J-Just swallow like Rarity always says… Taking her past advice in mind, he pushed further and swallowed. Just as if it was meant to go there, the small head slipped past that barrier and into his throat. “Oh fuck!” The mystery stallion bucked his hips at the sudden feeling of slipping into a tight throat, unknowing that this was the poor yellow pegasus’s first time sucking dick, let alone deep throating one. Pulling back and starting to thrust, Butterscotch could only try not to gag as his mouth was used for pleasure by the panting pony on the other side of the wall. Although, slightly uncomfortable, it was one of the biggest turn ons for the horny stallion. Hoof re-wrapping around his twitching stallionhood to edge himself closer to the point of no return.
But the inexperience caught up with the two of them. On a particularly deep push, the flare brushed down past Butter’s windpipe cutting off the supply of air. Attempting to take a sharp breath of surprise, Butterscotch’s eyes watered as the cock lodged in his throat blocked the flow of oxygen, instead of air he got a small trickle of precum. Gagging, he pulled back, though the thick flare that spread wider and wider refused to let him pull out painlessly. “H-Here it comes, baby!~” Eyes pushing open, Butterscotch could only give a quiet whine of protest as the long rod inside his throat spasmed a few times before gushing. With little other choice but to swallow it all, Butterscotch jerked off the base of the thin dick buried in his muzzle, trying to speed along the process.
Face feeling like it’s on fire with the brightest blush, the poor young stallion couldn't hold in his own excitement any longer. With a flex of hips, another muffled gurgle, the tip of his own penis flared between his fretlocks as it too, pumped its viscous goo onto the wall in front of him. The sensation was the most euphoric the pegasus had ever felt, the warm jizz filled his stomach, the owner finally managing to pull out with a small ‘pop’, only for another weak strand to blast onto Butterscotch's tongue. The taste blossomed around his mouth, the salty, slightly tangy taste was divine, instantly making him regret he hadn't caught all of it in his mouth. Suckling, like one would on a popsicle, Butter tried to get every last drop out of the quickly softening pole.
But it all had to end at some point. The mystery stallions dick slipped from the neatly carved hole, it's owner leaning against the wall for support. “Oh buck… That… Was amazing. H-Here. A little extra for the amazing job as well.” It was then that a couple of bits were shakily shoved through the hole before hitting the now cold spooge below. The poor pegasus barely noticed he had even cum. His hoof, the floor in front of him, and part of the wall was all covered in the thick cream. The warm feeling in his stomach was blissful, but he wanted more. Forgoing not speaking, the pink maned pony pushed his muzzle up to the hole and gulped.
“M-More?” Softly enough that his voice wouldn't be recognized, but loud enough that the stallion heard him for sure, Butterscotch pulled back and picked up one of the bits, wiping the seamen onto his coat. Pushing the gold coin onto the rim of the hole, he gently tapped it around to hopefully convey the message more. Though, silence greeted him, it didn't last very long as the gears turned in the mystery stallions head.
“Y-You want more? Oh! Hold on! L-Lemmie get my friend! He's gonna love your mouth.” Leaving the stall quickly, orange tail flicking slightly as he basically galloped towards the exit. Even though he had just cum, his dick was still slightly hard, excitement brewing for another member to hopefully service.
There was only a few seconds of waiting before the door creaked open, “-ust go in there dude! She's not going to hurt you man, trust me. She even swallows bro, just do it!” The same voice from before could be heard before the door closed once more. Another set of nervous hooves made their way towards Butterscotch’s stall, a muttering could be heard before the sound of bits hitting the floor filled the room.
“C-Crap!” Came a hushed voice, more higher pitched than the friend from before, but definitely still male. This new stranger quickly picked up the dropped bits before slowly cracking the door to the stall open. “H-Hello? Oof… Nice opening dingus…” The blue eyed unicorn scolded himself, stepping further into the space. Light tan fur adorned the slightly shorter unicorns body, he was more pudgy than his friend from earlier, though deep down Butterscotch hoped that reflected in his size downstairs. Watching the new patron to the small gloryhole stepping forward, the pegasus quickly stroked his length back up to full length.
“P-Put your penis in, please~” He couldn't control himself any longer, lips touched the outline of the hole, showing off the moist and pink interior of his mouth. The stallion on the other side, sputtered before rearing up like the one did before him. Whimpering, the stallion pressed his sheathed dick against the cold wall before slipping into the gap, right against Butter's awaiting tongue.
The soft meat was immediately thicker than the one before, the tongue and lips of the horny pony quickly licked, suckled, nipped and nuzzled the floppy sheath to try and get the prize from inside. The scent of sweat filled his nostrils, the taste of it was upon his palate as the wiggling appendage searched inside. Though, it didn't have to work very hard in the slightest. The hot breath spreading across his crotch, along with the tongue made of velvet trying to wriggle inside his sheath, blood quickly rushed to fill out the thick dong. Holding his lips against the base, Butterscotch let the growing member slide past his teeth and onto his tongue, wrapping it gently around the bottom as a small spurt of pre dribbled out. The taste was more metallic, almost like licking a flagpole in the dead of winter, something Butter vowed never to do again…
But the pole that spread his jaw apart was anything but cold. It was hot, warmth filling the tiny maw as it was held snugly on all sides. The cock was shorted by a few inches, but more than made up for in girth. Thick, twitching and attached to a whimpering stallion, something Butterscotch was quickly growing to love. Gasps, moans and even little words of encouragement was all the naughty stallion needed to hear. Forgoing his own bits for now, full attention was placed upon the fat sausage stuffed between his lips. Coiling his wide tongue around the veiny dick, Butterscotch suckled gently before pulling back to the tip. The soft flare catching on the seal of lips, tongue bathing the flat head with loving strokes. “A-Aah~ That's… F-Fuck…” Shivers ran though this body from the sensation, penis lurching inside Butters maw as a few more dribbles of the heavenly liquid spread around the innards of the wet confines.
A quick breath of air and the dick was shoved back inside his mouth, slurping and suckling wetly as a few drops of saliva ran down his yellow chin. “Mmmm, hmmm, mmm.” Moaning each time his lips touched the medial ring, Butterscotch fumbled around the hole, trying to force it open even further. Thankfully, the stallion on the other end pushed his hips in further so the pegasus’ hoof touched the fat orbs hanging below. Quickly using his frog to cradle them, the weight sent pleasurable tingles down his own spine as he tried pulling them through the hole as well…. He needed to taste them.
“O-Ow! Hold on, let me do it.” A tan hoof trailed down and brushed against his groin for a moment, before it lifted those black testes up and inside the hole. Now, it was party time. Butterscotch pulled off, letting his foreleg take over as his snout mushed into the smooth sack. The two warm orbs parted over his muzzle, each one twitching slightly as the dick above continued to get jerked off. Lips parting eagerly and quickly to latch onto the right one, sucking it tenderly between his lips. Oh sweet Faust don’t let this be a dream! Butterscotch was way above cloud nine, never before had he imagined he'd have his muzzle buried in another stallions junk that was poking through a hole in the wall. But lo and behold, his tongue danced across the covered egg with light and tender movements, knowing full well how sensitive they could be.
Resting against his forehead, the thick cock above twitched and jumped as a soft hoof quickly jerked it. The testes in his muzzle moved in response, churning to release its voluminous load. “Gah, shit!...” The stallion above swore, his hips shifting side to side in a weak attempt to hold back the inevitable. But Butterscotch was determined to get this one to pop too, making a mess of his face and mane. Eyes wide, the thought of being covered in another stallions batter was all he could think of. Pulling back from the succulent balls, the pegasus pointed the tip right towards his muzzle, parting lips with a small smack and used both hooves to stroke this unicorns lower horn.
“C-Come on honey, c-cum for me~” As if a wizard speaking the magic words, with a flick of his ‘wand’, a males moan came through the wall before it flared in his hooves. A faint “C-Cumming!” reached twitching ears before the stallion eagerly shuddered in excitement. Jaw opening just a little more, the edge of the hard flare brushing against rough taste buds as a final spurt of pre unloaded into Butters’ maw before the finale came.
“Gah….”
The first strand shot directly up Butterscotch’s muzzle, staining the fur white with its thick, creamy milk. The second followed, although a bit skewed to the left, his eye closing just in time for the warm liquid to land across the eyelid. A squeal of delight blocked the third as the dick hungry pegasus angled his muzzle to catch it straight onto his tongue. The gooey strand melted in his mouth, more divine than that desert that… Mmm~ Lost in thought, two more pumps of cum spilled into his muzzle before he pulled back. Aiming the gushing member towards the rest of his face, a large blast painted his right ear in the creamy paste, dripping into his mane, while another went right for the hair and turned the once pink strands more white.
The last few dribbles barely brushed Butter’s chin, landing in the small chest fluff of fur he had. Pants and gasps from above filled the small room as the patron pulled back and tried to regain his breath. “G-Got any in your mouth? L-Let me see…” Ragged breaths and a strained voice inquired, the pegasus only taking a moment's hesitation before putting his mouth to the hole and opening it wide.
“Ahhh~” A thankfully feminine moan came up as a grunt of approval followed. Not even thinking, and in one quick movement, Butterscotch closed his mouth and swallowed the thick jizz, relishing in the feeling of it sliding down his sore throat. Opening back up, the other stallion saw he had swallowed it, groaning to himself in the empty bathroom.
“That's fuckin hot. Here, you've earned it.” Placing three bits into the hole, the other stallion leaned down and actually KISSED him! The warm lips only touched his for a brief moment before they pulled away. “Job well done.” The young stallion lost his nerve after the kiss, coughing quietly before he backed away, letting Butterscotch pull back himself, lips tingling as his heart raced. “I uh...Guess I go? T-Thanks again. Uh… See ya?” Almost walking into the closed door, and slightly limping, the unicorn wobbled out the bathroom and out into the world.
When the door closed, the lone pony quickly wrapped his hooves around his spear and polished it like it was about to fall off. “Unah! B-Buck….” The whines and moans went unheard as he fell to his back, wings spread across the crusty fabric. The feeling of seamen on his face and chest sent the lone pony's lust into overdrive. More and more ideas and thoughts invaded his mind, what if he got someone to suck his dick, could he take one in the ass? What if a pony recognized him? All these questions and more flooded his overworked mind and quickly brought his orgasm ever closer. “Just a little more… Neaya~” Back arching as a spike of pleasure shot up though the twitching pink, horsedick. Precum dribbled out like a leaky faucet, one that dad always says he needs to fix, but never actually does. Feeling that familiar pressure welling up in his balls, Butterscotch gripped the rapidly swelling flare in his hoof and squeezed roughly. Through pain and pleasure, the poor stallion was sent over the edge for the second time that hour.
Much weaker than his earlier orgasm had been, but still enough to land a few strands along his belly, making him even messier than ever. The puddle of semen mingled with the other that had landed there, not even a few minutes earlier. Now fully spent, Butterscotch released his almost painfully twitching dick, before it rested against his thigh with a small smack. “Oh Faust….” Shuddering as the cold floor chilled his wings and back, the full reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks, just as he basked in overwhelming pleasure. I just sucked off two ponies I don't even know through a h-hole in the wall! Dabbing a hoof in the cooling jizz, he winced before trying to brush it off. “I-It's no good. There's just too much.”
With not much of a choice, other than hoping to slip out of the front door and hope no one spotted him. Though, the thick jizz that stained his body and mane wasn't as inconspicuous as he had hoped. Whining softly, Butterscotch rolled over before shakily standing up, hoof on the wall for balance, he winced again as the slightly dried cum made his fur stick together. “Gosh I need a bath,” wiping a strand off his muzzle, “like, a really, really long one…” Making his way back to the fake wall, a gentle movement as to not attract a lot of noise, the yellow pegasus slipped through the hole and back into the restroom. Hooves met tile floor once again, walking past the stalls and sinks, his mind only set on getting out of there.
Pushing the outside door open ever so gently, a single cyan coloured eye peered out into the park. It was pretty quiet, seemingly later in the day than he had realized, but was ever so thankful for in that moment. Heartbeat in his ears, the tips burning a nice crimson hue, Butterscotch flung the door open and took to the skies as quickly as he could. Shooting across the park quickly and high enough to hopefully not get spotted or seen covered in stallion goo. The fluid cooled even more in the air, almost freezing his skin and hardening, making clumps in his otherwise groomed fur. Pushing past the uncomfortable feeling and lowering altitude, the slim stallion slipped beneath the cover of trees that protected the path to his home from any pegasi above.
The cottage slipped into view quickly as he rounded the final bend. Home sweet home! Now realizing just how much his wings ached from their sudden flight, the shy pony put on the breaks and fluttered to a stop just a stone's throw away from the front door. With a heavy sigh, Butterscotch opened said door and stepped inside the warm house. With nothing but a moment to waste, and every curious critter largely ignored, Butterscotch made his way quickly into the kitchen to swipe a bottle of wine before ducking into his own bathroom, locking the door behind him. Breathing a sigh of relief from being back in the safety of his own home, the events of today seemed to slip away more and more into his subconscious. As if everything was normal, the sticky pony turned the water on and prepared for a nice deep soak. A few bath crystals, a dab of blueberry bubble bath, and a few scented candles Rarity had given him turned his one pony bath, into a small luxurious spa. Sure, all they offered here was facemasks and a hot soak, but after the day he just had, it was more than worth it. Uncorking the wine with his teeth, forgoing a glass, Butterscotch tipped the bottle up before giving it a good chug. A few seconds later, the bottle left his lips with a small ‘ahh’, as the cold but warm spreading alcohol rested in his stomach.
Testing the steaming water with a hooftip to make sure it wouldn't burn his hide, Butterscotch slid into the water with a quiet coo of pleasure. “Mmm yeah, that feels good~” The worries and dirty feeling washing away as soon as his wings dipped into the heavenly water, sitting down so it slowly rose up his chest and towards his collarbone. A yellow hindhoof rose out of the bath and turned the flow off, letting him bask in the silence and weightlessness the bath provided. Ears barely peeking past the surface, they twitched at the sound of the bubbles, eyes closed as the water tickled under his chin. Though, once closed, his mind's eye starting dark and empty, quickly filled up with one thing….. Dicks. Big dicks, little dicks, fat dicks and even ones with weird curves to them. All of them dripping arousal, begging to be sucked on by him. Imagining their tastes already only made him hard, the tip of his pink shaft pushing up through the bubbles.
Think about something else! T-Think about something else! Though, the thought of sucking those juicy and colourful cocks faded, a question burned in his subconscious, screaming softly into his ears. What would it feel like inside me? Tail swishing underneath his rump, Butterscotch wiggled his flanks side to side as his cheeks slid against the smooth tub. Eyes slowly opened, trailing from his aroused stallionhood to the ceiling, the pony sank further under the water, uttering a single word.
“Buck….”
Author's Note
Wow... Where do I even begin? Maybe with an apology for taking so long that people who read the first chapter probably barely remember it? 
But reguardless, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the crap that I've written. Another apology for taking so long and being out of commission for so long, life hasn't been easy nor kind and I've been focusing on trying to be happy and writing sometimes felt like a burden rather than a pleasure. But I'm hoping to write more and do more this year, but that will come in a blog I'll post in a few days. Thanks so much for taking the time to read! Next chapter will be a lot more feel-y and focused more on non-smut stuff. Then, we're going to pound town!~
Exploring One's Self
Warm. His bed was warm.
Though, not because there was another snuggled up behind him, in front, or even on top of him. No, the warmth came from the temperature of the room, along with the silky smooth blanket wrapped tightly around the yellow pegasus resting in said bed. Groaning as a dull headache throbbed his entire form, mouth tasting of shame, wine, and oddly a hint of peppermint. The pony stirred and became aware of the world around him once more, silently wishing he could just slip back into the realm of unconsciousness. But it was far too late to consider going back to sleep, birds chirped outside the window as the stagnant air in the room held a pungent smell of a stallion who had been cooped up for far too long. Blinking slowly, strands of pink mane blocking the eyes beneath from seeing out to the world. Sitting up with his eyes still closed, the tired pegasus rubbed tired and aching orbs with hooves much unsteady. Sniffing as his other senses finally started working once more, a small hint of something strong, something… Male, filled his short snout, and his sniffer quickly went on the search for the source.
Bed? It's there, but not it… Blanket? Smells just like me, like the spray from a waterfall with a hint of pine trees. A few more sniffs and snuffles, and the source seemed to be coming from himself? Needing answers, Butter’s face trailed down over chest and stomach before his nose met something wet and twitching. A shiver of pleasure running up his body as his half asleep mind became puzzled; but nevertheless, wanted more. Though neck strained and back bent, his body quickly found the limits of its flexibility as that same spongy object pressed against his lips. A soft whine stemmed from his throat that sounded much like a puppy whining for attention. The pink maned pony slowly opened his eyes, finally starting to awaken from the cobwebs of sleep. Yawning as the taste in the air filled his lungs and started a fire inside his belly . The blurry and moving object before his snout caught his eyes in a hypnotic trance. The deep cyan orbs following every twitch, slowly becoming more and more focused on the throbbing length that stood before him. A salty taste coated dry lips, which was quickly cleaned by a snaking tongue, absentmindedly lapping up to his nose that seemed to be filled with a familiar musk.
A deep groan as realization smacked the half asleep pegasus hard, head turning away from the one thing he had been trying to ignore for days now. That thing was… Well, it was his own dick. The pink tipped spire was achingly hard and ready for action, almost demanding it silently as steady dribbles of precum seeped form the tip and ran down the sides of the wrinkled yellow skin. It was burning for attention just like it had been every morning since Butterscotch had finally indulged in…
The Gloryhole.
Even the mere thought of what he had done in there made his little stallion rear in delight, spurting it's clear juice across the now soiled bed sheets. “Please go away.” Asking as nicely as he could, though the towering pillar never listened, only continuing its bobbing to the heartbeat that filled Butterscotch's head. Warm and sticky, chest fur matted together as more of the sweet liquid seeped from the tiny hole as it only seemed to taunt the obviously horny stallion. The orbs below ached almost painfully, tense and ready to unload their contents wherever Butterscotch pleased. But he didn't want to. Not here, not now. He only wanted the shame and guilt to go away, taking his new found sexual desires with it. But the throbbing penis between yellow thighs only made him feel more and more guilty about what he did and how he was a bad pony for doing it.
After that night, the shy pegasus barely went outside in public, lest one of those stallions recognized his muzzle, coat, or even the soft and tender voice that would surely come out when he spoke. They had to have seen him, they had to have recognized him, right? He was too forward, he spoke, he showed his mouth to that second stallion… The kiss. Shaking those thoughts from a mind caught up in a whirlwind of lust and anxiety, his attention turned back to the aching member before him. Another thing he gave up after that night was masturbating. Now, he would consider his sex drive to be ‘normal’, or at least as normal as it could be. But ever since he swore off touching himself, his little piper kept sprouting almost every hour, begging for attention. His mind filled with thoughts and fantasies that never seemed to leave, ideas of where to stick things pooled in his brain. It was maddening. And now here he was, whining and pouting, glaring at the throbbing dick that demanded to be pleased.
“I-If I do this for you, will you go away?” Cyan eyes stared into the eye of his member, as if one was looking at another pony. A spurt of pre that pooled with the rest seemed to be his answer. A defeated sigh before the little pegasus curled up in a small circle and held his cock between still waking forehooves. Slowly stroking the slickened length, Butterscotch resisted the urge to shiver, only giving the fat tip a squeeze. If there was one thing he liked about his own dick, it was the amount of fluid it liked to produce. Helping hooves, wings, and the occasional bed, keep moist and preventing any harm from happening to his sensitive member. The warm spurts touched the sheets, his chest, and even spots on his own chin and lips. A soft groan of pleasure filled the otherwise quiet room when he finally reached the thick ring and started back up.
A soft wing took over, feathers gliding up and down, getting more wet and sticky by the moment as he expertly teased and pleasured himself. Hooves reached down to grab his own thighs, pulling hips even closer. The tip jumped as another spurt touched the whining pegasus' neck, lips parting to pant in pleasure. Toying with the delicate orbs below the pink and yellow shaft, Butter could feel them starting to churn, desperate to lose its load quickly and inside of something. And it was only when his own breath tickled the flaring tip that an idea crossed his mind. A dirty idea. An idea so naughty yet exhilarating that he almost came right then and there at just the mere thought of it.
Could I cum inside my own mouth?
With not a second to waste, the looming orgasm was not to be denied this morning by thinking and not doing. Thrusting his hips towards his own face and with his maw wide open, uncomfortably but oh so naughtily, the gentle stallion that loved animals a little too much, buried the first two inches of his stallionhood inside. His jaw stretched painfully, the weird angle not helping in any way as his teeth scraped against the sensitive flesh and his tongue quickly moved in to try and lick the burning spots. But the moment that tongue touched the flat tip of his dick, everything went white. Vision blurring as if the flash of a camera kept going off right in front of his face. Body tingling as if millions of little electric ants had bitten his hide as hips tried their best to thrust despite the weird angle.
Though all of that was pushed aside when inside his own small mouth, his cock swelled for the last time and the blissful tingles of a long overdue orgasm overtook. It was way too much, the first rope shot up to the roof of his mouth and splattered toward the back of it. The second followed even before the first one had rested, going much in the same place as it awaited the rest. Third, fourth, fifth, all of them large and mind blowing, but the tiny space in his mouth filled and threatened to suffocate the poor pegasus. So, he swallowed. His own jizz was quite thick today, tangy while only being slightly bitter on his taste buds as it cascaded down his throat and into the waiting stomach below.
It was like a knot in his stomach was finally untangled, as if he finally stepped back from the edge of a dark hole and just flew. With a hefty weight of his shoulders, Butterscotch finally relaxed and gave into the pits of pleasure, melting away from reality as the only thing that mattered to him right now was caught tenderly between his lips. Tail swishing in happiness, only further tangling up the sheets that desperately needed a wash at this point as they were well coated in pre and sweat. Butterscotch greedily gulped down his own sticky gift, hiding it from the world as if it were a secret. And to him? It was. This was his penis, and his cum that filled the small muzzle wrapped around it. What seemed like hours, but probably only lasted a few seconds at best, the pony relaxed and his flare popped from his mouth with an abrupt pop!
“Owwww….” Tenderly holding the edge of the ridge that got caught on his bottom teeth, Butterscotch panted, swallowing any remains of the dirty deed that lingered in his mouth.. I can't believe I just did that… Sweet Faust above that felt so, so… Naughty~ Face flushed red in shame, he opted to lay there and just bask in the sweet euphoric feeling of a long overdue orgasm. But he knew he lacked the luxury to just lay there in bed all day, as more than a few animals depended on him getting up. “A quick shower to wash away my um… M-My, fluid. And I’ll be ready to start the day.” Sitting up with a new found vigor, his hoof landed in a cold pool of thick fluid. Wincing, quickly pulling said hoof from the soiled sheets, knowing that a load of laundry would need to be put on before anything else.
Shakily climbing out of the warm but also wet confines of his bed, Butterscotch stripped the linens before carrying them out the door and into the bathroom. Being thankful for wings to help hold the soiled sheets, it was easy to open the large door on the machine before stuffing them inside with a little bit of detergent. A quick press of a few buttons and the washer spurred to life, filling with hot and steamy water before the door shut with a small noise. The yellow pegasus sighed, feeling almost as if a weight was lifted up off his shoulders from doing dirty laundry that hadn’t been done for a week at best. As if he himself was washing any sins off his own body, but the sticky feeling that quickly started to harden in his chest fluff, made him know that he still needed to literally wash himself.
Raising a hoof up to brush some of the bangs from his eyes, Butterscotch glanced outside for a brief moment to see the morning sun starting to peek up above the forest, painting the dew covered grass with a subtle orange glow. The little dew drops reflecting the light, appearing as if millions of little flashes littered the lawn outside. Twinkling as a light breeze danced across the landscape, the blades bowed and moved to nature's beat, one that Butterscotch felt deep inside him. It was a brand new day and he needed to get out there and seize his life with his own hooves.
A deep breath, nostrils flaring as a smile worked its way across the stallion's slender muzzle. “Today is going to be a good day, I just know it.” Feeling energized and motivated to get out of the house, a wing pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the faucet to a nice mild temperature. I hope my animal friends aren’t too mad at me for neglecting them lately, I’m sure they’ll understand if I just tell them I wasn’t feeling good. With the shower on and warmed up, Butterscotch slipped in quickly and sighed as his mane, neck, wings and then the rest of his body quickly got drenched in the clear liquid. The matted clumps of fuzz on his chest quickly dissipating back to a normal, untangled mess. Wings spread slightly, letting the water work it’s way across and through the feathers to get most of the mess out of them before his muzzle went to work. Tongue, lips and teeth gently preened the large yellow apengage. Making sure every nook and cranny was clean of anything foreign, any broken or damaged feathers were removed to make way for new ones to grow back in their spots. Though they were quite soiled from his... Earlier activities; it didn’t take very long for his wings to both be cleaned and straight, mostly because he was very diligent with proper wing care. Once done and the few feathers that were removed were placed to the side for proper disposal later, Butterscotch picked up a small bottle and poured some of the contents across both wing tops, letting only a bit of water work the tan gel between the feathers for an extra healthy shine and better protection.
Next on the list was his mane and tail, thankfully both were already soaked and ready. With strands of mane sticking to his head, and down his face, Scotch grabbed one of the mane shampoos, before working it all the way through both his admittedly quite long mane and tail. A quiet groan of satisfaction left the stallion's lips to echo slightly off the tiled walls while his own hooves rubbed and massaged down to his scalp. Though not wanting to waste any more time; and after promising himself another bath later on, his mouth easily found his scrub brush and after some body wash was worked into it, he started to scrub. The bristles worked any dirt, sweat and anything unwanted from his normal pristine pale yellow coat. Though with the reach of the scrub brush no place was left unwashed, he made sure to be gentle on his more private areas, before he finally rinsed completely off. Making sure no soap suds were left on his entire body, Butterscotch turned off the tap and let out a happy sigh.
“There, that should be more than enough. Wow, I feel so refreshed~” Speaking softly to himself along with a quiet squee as hooves stepped over the edge of the tub and onto a small mat that soaked up the beads of water that dripped off his soaked form. Snatching a clean towel from the linen closet and wrapping it around his head to quickly dry off his mane, the pegasus glanced in the mirror. Sparkling eyes stared back at him, an accurate reflection of his own pure orbs of cyan. If there was one thing he really liked about himself was his eyes, the way they shined in the light, how ponies always complimented on them, even if he was a little shy about that, it made him feel good. It made him feel attractive, and he wondered how those stallions would’ve thought if they seen them while he was su-
Cheeks flared before he shook his head, kicking those dirty thoughts from his mind in an instant. “Focus Butters, you have little animals who need their caretaker. You can’t let that distract you.” A deep breath, chest puffing out slightly in pride before the pegasus continued to dry off any trace of wetness from his slender frame. Tossing the soiled cloth into the small hamper beside the washing machine, and after putting his brush through a slightly tangled mane a few times, Butterscotch left the bathroom and happily headed downstairs to start the day proper.
Stopping halfway down the stairs, hooves just barely visible to anypony or anycreature that might be peeking up from the living room, the yellow pegasus took a deep breath and continued confidently down the rest of the wooden steps. A few chirps from the birds, a couple of chitters from some squirrels greeted the shy pony. They knew something was up with their caretaker, but yet none of them felt the need to ask as the smile upon his muzzle told the whole story. Whatever had happened, whatever might have been said to him was clearly in the past now. Not a single burden seemed to weigh down Butter’s shoulders, no strain on his mind, nor a wrench thrown in the gears of his heart.
“Good morning everyone, I’m sorry I’ve been so secluded the past couple of days.” Giving a weak smile, Butterscotch did feel bad but knew they would all understand. “Anyways, let’s skip the whole apology story, and get right onto breakfast, hmm?” With a chorus of cheering from the various critters of all different shapes and sizes, and even a mighty roar from Harry the Bear, who quickly joined the stallion on the trip to the kitchen to help out with preparations for all the hungry bellies.
Humming a quiet tune while almost dancing around to the various cupboards and closets, and once or twice to the refrigerator to gather all the necessary items for all the animals. “Alright, we have a veggie salad for the bunnies, dry pellets for the ducks outside…” Muttering silently as eyes and hoof pointed to the rest of the meals, making sure everything wa- “Oh! I almost forgot! How stupid of me to forget you, Harry.” Cheeks flushing a bit red in embarrassment as shy eyes glanced to the large brown bear in the room, Butterscotch quickly darted back to the fridge on quick hooves. Opening the door, nose scrunching from the cold air that blasted him right in the face before a hoof slipped inside and found it’s prize. Pulling out a thankfully thawed salmon for the hungry bear, Butterscotch held his breath before stepping back and offering it to the large creature.
Beady orbs eyed the silvery-pink fish, mouth quickly watering before his tongue slipped out to lick at quivering lips that wanted nothing more than to snatch it right out of Butterscotch's hooves. But he knew being grabby wouldn't get him anywhere, so with an outstretched claw, the bear gently took the fish with a small growl of thanks before shoving it greedily into his teeth filled maw.
Giggling light heartedly while walking on three hooves over to the sink to wash off any scales that might have stuck to them, Butterscotch smiled brighter than he had in many months. A quick rinse with some peach scented soap, the pegasus turned around and; with the help of Harry, placed all of the dishes down for the hungry animals that quickly dug in. “Oh my, I guess I've been neglecting to feed you all for the past few days. I promise to not let that ever happen again!” Just then, a small thumping noise came up from behind, a squeak and then tiny paws grabbed onto Butterscotch’s right wing, tugging rapidly.
Tensing for a brief moment, the sudden touch almost made the shy pegasus shriek out, but the small squeaks and ranting from a certain little bunny made him relax. “Oh, Angel! I-I know about that but…. Mmm hmm? Mmm. W-Well yes, but…. H-Hey! That’s uncalled for!” Both bunny and pony went back and forth for a short while, the small hangry hare and the backpedaling pegasus getting deeper into an argument before Butterscotch squeezed his eyes shut and took a sharp breath and let out a moderately loud shout. “Angel! Enough is enough!” The rabbit was speechless, blinking while his long ears splayed down at the very sudden; and quite loud for Butterscotch, noise. “Yes, I’m VERY sorry that I haven’t been myself lately, but that’s no excuse for you to use those kinds of words with me!” Hoof stomping down quite loudly for the normally quiet stallion, Butterscotch snatched the small white rabbit by the scruff of his neck and plopped him down upon the floor. “Now, say that you’re sorry, and I’ll give you breakfast. If not, then you can find your own food for today.”
Muttering angrily and tending to a flattened tail, Angel stood up on his hindpaws while tenderly rubbing his tiny rump. Black eyes met surprisingly sharp ocean blue ones, eyebrows narrowed and the stare off started. But the yellow pegasus was full of vigor and had a rushing sense of assurance that seemed to flow throughout his entire form, today he was strong. Today, he was not going to back down. With a huff of air through his nostrils, Butterscotch readjusted his stance and stood taller, not once breaking eye contact with the small rabbit.
It was a very abrupt change from the normally meek and weak-willed stallion that normally encompassed the epitome of submissiveness. Instead with a mighty stance and a strong will, the pegasus stood above the small rabbit that searched for even the smallest cracks in his fortitude. It soon became apparent that there weren't any weak spots to prod at, no holes in Butterscotch’s stare, and most certainly Angel was slowly dreadfully realizing that there was going to be no pushing this stallion over anymore. Though giving off a defeated sigh and a hasty apology with an added scuff of a hindleg on the wooden floor, Angel was proud. Proud that his owner finally managed to stand up to him, although bummed that he would actually have to ‘be nice’ now to get anything.
“That’s better.” Smiling happily and with a little wiggle of his flanks, Butter trotted into the kitchen to retrieve the final bowl from the countertop. Using his slender muzzle to expertly balance the bowl on top of it and turning in place to head back into the living room where Angel awaited with actual patience. A quick move down, the hoof made salad just the way he liked it, slipped from the tip of Butterscotch’s muzzle and slid across the floor right in front of the awaiting rabbit. “There you go, Angel. I really hope you enjoy it.” Moving to give his little white head a tender nuzzle, Butterscotch pulled back when small paws embarrassingly tried to push the pestering nose of his owner away. A blush standing out very obviously from his white coat, Angel muttered another thanks before finally indulging himself in the meal prepared just for him.
Happy now that all of his animal friends were fed and taken care of for now, Butterscotch relaxed and reveled in the feelings that welled up inside him. Heart beating hard and the wind seemingly just out of reach, it was an exhilarating feeling to be in charge of himself for a change. Glancing at the tall grandfather clock that stood in the corner of the room, his reflection looked back at him. It was like night and day from what he had been seeing the past week. There were no more sluggish shoulders, no more drooping in his neck or wings, the bags under his eyes were gone and the bright cyan eyes that stared back at him looked like they were filled with ocean water, shimmering and shining with life. Much unlike the dull orbs that had vacantly stared back before.
Another smile that actually showed his white teeth behind upturned pink lips preceded a small giggle to himself as his eyes wandered around the room before coming to rest on the calendar next to the door. “Oh, it looks like I haven’t been keeping up to date with this, have I? I guess I should cross off the days that have already come and passed. I don’t want to miss anything important.” With a small nod, Butterscotch crossed the room while making sure to dodge everything and anything that might be scurrying across the floor or flying through the air as most animals had finished their breakfast and seen no other need to stay any longer. “Oh, e-excuse me! Pardon~ Don’t mind me, just passing through!~” With a twist the pegasus made it to the otherside unsatched; as well as every creature, and took the red marker that hung from the wall in his mouth.
Alright, now…. What day is it? I planned the… U-Uhhh, that was Thursday. And that means today is… Looking at the empty boxes as they were crossed out with a red X one by one before something caught his eye. Reading it once, then twice, before reading it quickly about seven more times as his jaw dropped and dread filled his heart. “Oh no… Oh no. OH NO!” Panic soon shot up from hooves to ear tips, said hooves quickly bolting to the door and throwing it open. “I’m late! I’m so very late!” Though once the fresh air rushed in while the grass outside blew in the breeze, Butterscotch froze again. What if one of those stallions recognized him? What if somepony knows? W-What if EVERYPONY knows?!?! Considering turning tail and running back inside to hide under his bed, Butterscotch felt torn as he knew a promise hung in the balance. He had made a promise, so unless he wanted Pinkie Pie to rip him up a new crying hole, he didn’t have much of a choice.
He had a lunch date with Rarity at Cafe Hay. Out in public. In the middle of the day. It was the middle of summer, so surely ponies would be out and about all over the place. A whirling feeling of anxiety filled his gut, wings spreading only to cover his eyes as he cursed silently.
“Oh--- Ponyfeathers….”
