Author's Note

Before we get started I just want to say that the punching stuff is probably a bad idea, and you shouldn't try it IRL. I'm a huge masochist, and it seems hot to me, but... yeah, if you're not an Equestrian pony and basically made of silicone and super-tough rubber, you could get hurt really bad that way.

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Butterscotch held up the little scrap of fabric and tilted it left and right, trying to make sense of it. “What is it?”

“It’s a skirt. Happy anniversary, buddy,” said Rainbow Blitz.

Scotch frowned, perplexed. “It’s a skirt for Lilith,” he said, measuring the waist with this hoof. “If I’m going to wear this little, why wear anything at all? Also, I don’t want to be rude but I’m not your buddy, I’m your husband.”

Blitz waved his hooves in the air, dismissing Scotch’s concerns. “Whatever. Try it on.”

Butterscotch ducked his head. “I know it might seem minor to you, but I worry you’re not committed to our marriage and…”

Blitz grinned and nudged Scotch in the shoulder. “I’m committed to your ass, buddy, and I want to see it in that skirt. C’mon, try it on!”

The two of them were lounging on the sofa in Scotch’s living room. This was how Scotch wanted to celebrate their anniversary. This was how Scotch wanted to celebrate every special occasion from Hearth’s Warming to national emergencies: locked inside his house, surrounded by dogs that would bark if a leaf hit the ground too hard outside, with Harriet the bear on hand if any monsters or salesponies came by.

“This is silly,” said Scotch, starting to put the tiny skirt on the coffee table. “Also maybe you didn’t hear me when I said no presents?”

“Pleeease,” whined Blitz, sitting up and waving both hooves in front of his chest in a begging gesture. His wings unfurled halfway, and his cocked nudged out of its sheath. Scotch bit his lower lip, thinking about how that shaft would feel inside of him.

“I don’t know,” said Scotch. “I didn’t buy you a present.” But he did like making Blitz happy.

“My present is seeing you in it,” said Blitz. More begging hooves.

Lilith, who was sitting on the back of the sofa, socked Scotch in the shoulder and pointed a bunny paw at the skirt. She mimed pulling it over her hips, wiggled her little round white rump at them and then pointed at Scotch. Then she gave Scotch bedroom eyes and stamped on the back of the couch for emphasis.

“We can’t Lilith. I’ve told you, you’re too small. And if you like the skirt so much, then you put it on!” said Scotch, holding the skirt up towards Lilith. In spite of what Scotch had said earlier, it was in fact as large as her entire body. She glared at him over the waistband.

Scotch blushed. “Okay, okay, it’s not that small. I guess I’ll try it on.” He lifted his hind hooves and pulled the skirt over them. The waist was very narrow, and Scotch had to wiggle his hips around to get it over his long thick thighs and his round little ass. Still, it fit his middle very well, and when he had it on, he felt… maybe a little bit sexy. Extremely silly, but also sexy.

“Well?” said Blitz, eyes lingering on Scotch’s lower body. “Don’t be shy. Model it for us.” Lilith nodded, rubbing her front paws together.

“Fine, fine.” Scotch shooed the dogs out of the way and pranced in a circle around the coffee table. “Do you like it? Does it make my butt look big? I feel like it makes my butt look big.”

“Yes. Yes, it does make your butt look big,” growled Blitz, grinning like a hungry timber wolf. Blitz’s long slim cock slid the rest of the way out of his sheath and stiffened until it bobbed back and forth in front of his lean blue chest.

Scotch blinked. “Do I really look that good?”

Blitz nodded, stroking the underside of his cock with one hoof. On the back of the couch, Lilith wolf-whistled and fanned herself.

Scotch craned his neck to look at his butt. He walked in a circle, trying to get a better view. He could see the shiny green pleated skirt resting on his croup, lifted by the dock of his tail. He could see the wing of one butterfly peeking out from the edge of the skirt. He would never, ever go out of the house looking like this, but… wow, his ass looked good in it. His shaft went from nestled in his sheath to poking out from between his forelegs in a single heartbeat.

“Okay, this is a good present,” Scotch said, pushing away the dogs who had come over to sniff at his erection.

“Let’s go upstairs and put your makeup on, buddy,” said Blitz, flapping over and giving Scotch’s mane a playful tug.

“Okay. Hubby, not buddy, though. If that’s okay with you. I don’t want to keep harping on this, but…”

Bitz ignored him, scooped him up in his forelegs, and zoomed upstairs to the bedroom.