Wolf in Sheep's Clothes

by DrySpell

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Original Character, Porn, Fluttershy
Length: 5722

Due to his sister's trickery, Butterscotch is going on a date.

Butterscotch has no real desire to dress up and go out anywhere. He'd much rather stay at home alone. Yet, through some trickery on his sister's part, he's doing just that. Though, perhaps it won't be nearly as bad as he thought.

Contains: The Big Gay

Published 2019-08-04 18:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-08-04 18:10:01 UTC

More Than A Warning

“Hey, Butters! Can I come in?”

The loud voice on the other side of the door came just before a hard rapping on the door. Butterscotch got to his feet, but his door was already ajar before he could reach it. After it was opened completely, loud footsteps thundered to the center of the room, and his sister’s eyes landed on him.

“Wow, it’s freaking cold in here! That’s weird for such a cramped room.” Cramped it was, with Butterscotch sitting at the far end of it, opposite the door. There was a small walkway made by his bed on one side and desk on the other, and a corner was dedicated to his dresser. “I guess you wouldn’t notice it with your hoodie on.”

“Uh, yeah,” Butterscotch mumbled, turning his head back to his small computer screen. “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to see my favoritest brother in the whole wide world?” Somehow, Butterscotch doubted it.

Zephyr strolled over to her brother’s monitor, taking a seat on the bed behind his chair. She leaned forward, resting her hands on the back of his chair to look over his shoulder at the page he was browsing. Her eyes fell on the large picture in the middle of the screen, and she immediately frowned.

“Gosh, Butters. You’re such a pervert.” Butterscotch, unaffected by his sister’s name-calling, still scrolled down the page, looking at the various dildos the site has to offer. “You have like, three of those in your closet already. Why do you need more?”

“I like collecting them,” he said, not especially keen on telling his sister that his collection had gotten a lot larger than she thought. “Anyway, did you just come in here to bother me, or did you need something?” Zephyr backed off and crossed her arms over her chest, but didn’t argue.

“I need you to do me a huge favor, actually,” she said, quieter than before. Butterscotch stopped typing, looking back at his sister typing away on her phone. “You wanna go on a date?”

“No.” Butterscotch continued scrolling through the models. “Because I know ‘go on a date’ is just another way to say ‘hook me up with Blitz’.” Zephyr scoffed.

“I’m super over Blitz by now. This has nothing to do with him,” she said defensively. She waved her hand dismissively. “I don’t know how I ever fell for an idiot like him.”

“You’re drooling.” Butterscotch smirked as he heard his sister scrambled to check if she was. Once she caught the lie, she pouted. “Okay, if it’s not about Blitz, what’s this date?”

“So, you know how I’ve been using Tinder a lot more recently?” Butterscotch nodded, only half-listening as he clicked off his current page to another. “So, the good news is that I found a good guy… I think.”

“I doubt it,” said Butterscotch, quickly adding, “it is Tinder after all.”

“Well, I found out that the person I’ve been talking to is not the person I thought he was,” she continued. “His profile picture had his friends in it, and I thought I was going with the hot one, but I picked the ugly one.” Zephyr shook her head to stop her rambling. “We already set up the date and it’d be kinda rude to turn him down now…” She trailed off at the end, though nothing else was really necessary.

“And you want me to go in your place?” asked Butterscotch. With his sister’s confirmation in the form of a nod, he sighed, turning around to face his sister. “Well, a few problems. Firstly, I’m not green,” he said, pointing to his sister’s arm. “I’m shorter, stubbier and not to mention awful with crowds. I don’t even text like you do. How exactly am I supposed to take your place?”

“Tch. Always one for the nitty-gritty,” Zephyr mumbled. She crossed her arms over her chest. “None of that matters much anyway. All you need to do is show up and tell him off for me. Just a ‘get in, get out’ kind of thing.”

“Yeah, no,” said Butterscotch. “Just deal with your own—”

“I wonder if I should clue dad in on all these ‘computer parts’ you keep getting.” Butterscotch sucked his teeth. Knowing his sister, the mischievous little demon she was, she’d tell. Still, he kept quiet. Zephyr waited a few moments before leaning in and adding, “Or maybe I should tell Big Mac about your raging hard-on for—”

Butterscotch shot up out of the chair, his face almost as red as the person Zephyr was threatening him with. She leaned back a bit, a devious grin on her face.

“I can assume that’s a yes, then?” Butterscotch let out a long exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples.

“I hate you so much right now.” Zephyr let out a giddy noise and hopped to her feet.

“I’ll get my best skirt!” As his sister jogged out of his room to her’s next door, he made a mental note.

“I’m gonna need the stiffest drink after this…”

If Butterscotch could say anything nice about his sister, it would be that her fashion sense was on point.

He already looked plenty like a girl, what with his long pink hair and frail figure, but combined with his sister’s clothes and a bit of makeup, he could go around like a proper homewrecker. The skirt was a light grey that went well with his small pink top. His socks came up to his knees, and his feet fit petitely into his sister’s shoes.

He quietly approached the place Zephyr set up. A pretty fancy restaurant, “La Madama Paradise”, which sounded exactly like the kind of place she would agree to eat at.

A small bit of resentment grew in his chest, though. He did hate being around so many people, especially if they were going to be judging him. Not to mention he had no idea what this guy supposedly looked like. He could feel his breath become shaky, and his legs become weak. Still, he had to do it. Even if she wasn’t going to tattle off to Big Mac, he didn’t want to risk ruining his relationship with one of his best friends. He steeled himself, took a deep breath, then approached the door and pushed it open.

Already he regretted it. The place was a high-class establishment for sure, but apparently, everyone in Cloudsdale wanted a taste of Prench cuisine tonight. The foyer was crowded with couples and groups everywhere waiting for tables. Butterscotch couldn’t help but bump into almost all of them in his quest to get to the front desk.

Even as he reached the front, he knew his endeavor wasn’t over. The person standing there looked like she was just raring for someone to give her guff just so she could snap. He took another deep breath, trying to soothe his quivering heart and spoke.

“Uh, yeah, hi,” he said with an awkward wave. The lady rolled her eyes at him, then turned to the computer to her right. “I think I have a reservation?”

“Name?” she said. Butterscotch froze for a bit, realizing that Zephyr hadn’t given him the name. He stood in silence for a moment before coming up with an answer.

“Zephyr Breeze?” The woman looked over to him with a raised eyebrow, but he only returned a shy smile. She looked at her computer, quickly typing in ‘Zephyr Breeze’ in the search box. She waited a few seconds before her screen came back with a simple message. The lady swung back to the center.

“No match.” Butterscotch could feel his heart slowly sink.

Of course, if it wasn’t under Zephyr’s name, it would’ve been under the guy’s name. But, of course, Zephyr being the overactive mess of a human that she was didn’t even think to give him the guy’s name. Still, he kicked himself for not asking while getting himself dressed up. Now, the lady was looking proper peeved at him instead of in general, and he had no way to defuse the situation.

“Oh, Zephyr?” The voice came from a bit to the right. It was more of a shout over all the other conversation, but Butterscotch could still definitely tell it was directed at him. The person stood a bit taller than him, with a soft blue complexion, and striking dark blue hair. Butterscotch only looked at him for a moment before he backed away. “Oh, uh, maybe the wrong person?”

“Look, there’s no Zephyr Breeze,” said the woman, probably annoyed that she was still dealing with this one customer. “So, would you like to make a new reservation, or what?”

“Well, maybe not,” said the man, getting up out of his booth fully. “I don’t suppose you’re here for a 6:30 reservation with Ace Striker, are you?” Though he didn’t know the name, the time certainly matched. He only thought for a second before offering a meek nod, and walking off to the side to sit with the man. She didn’t go too far, so the waitress at the front still bore holes into the back of Butterscotch’s head.

He carefully took his seat across from Ace. Being this close didn’t help his confidence.

Ace looked like your typical tough guy. His skin was blue, a bit lighter than Blitz’s. Still, he was just as built. A solid jaw, gentle face with deep grey eyes. He was the ugly one? Unlike Butterscotch, who was practically cowering in his seat, Ace exuded confidence as easily as he breathed. Similarly to Butterscotch, though, he seemed to be checking him out.

“You're quite different from what you said you were,” he said with a joking chuckle. It still froze Butterscotch up. “I guess that's just online dating.”

“Er, I, uh…”

“Not that I mind, anyway,” he added. “You look perfect the way you are. Why'd you want to be green?”

“F-fashion statement…” he threw out. Ace hummed, lost in thought for a moment, but laughed nonetheless. This did nothing to stop his nervousness. “B-But that doesn’t matter, I suppose.” Butterscotch’s mind clicked for a moment as he remembered why he was here. He didn’t want to postpone this any longer than he already had. “Um, A-Ace?”

“Yeah?” Butterscotch opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He was beginning to realize another flaw in this whole plan of his sister’s.

Ace was pretty dressed up, and he was probably going to pay for her food and stuff anyway. To just up and leave him high and dry seemed a bit cruel and unnecessary. He could at least do him the favor of staying for dinner… right?

“Uhm, w-what do you want to eat?” Ace hummed again, slipping the menu into his hands and scanning it slowly.

“Whenever I go to restaurants like these, I normally just get whatever catches my eye first. So… Steak Frites, I’m guessing is how you say that.” Butterscotch checked the menu himself, not wanting to order the same thing as Ace. “What about you?”

“I… uh…” Butterscotch pointed a finger at something on the menu, putting it down so Ace could see it. “This, maybe?”

“Oh, you’re getting a fondue,” said Ace, more confident in his pronunciation this time. “Pretty good choice. The Prench are known for their cheese.” He put his menu down. “So, I know we’ve been talking for a while, but I still don’t know who you are.” Butterscotch panicked but did the opposite of freeze-up this time.

“Oh, I’m no one.” He nearly kicked himself for that before adding, “I mean, I don’t… I’m no one special. Just good old Zephyr Breeze.” Ace didn’t seem to mind his stutterings, instead patiently waiting for him to finish. In a way, that embarrassed him more than if he were to laugh at him.

Before he could answer, though, a waiter came to their table, notepad in hand and looking ready for action. He clicked his pen, the spoke.

“Hi, my name is Pheonix, and I’ll be your server for today.” He looked at our closed menus, then put his pen to the pad. “You guys ready to order?”

“I believe so,” said Ace. He recited his order to the server, who quickly penned his order down as he spoke it. After taking Ace’s order, his eyes shifted to Butterscotch.

“And you, ma’am?”

“T-The fondue, if you don’t mind…” The server finished writing it before he finished speaking it, pausing for a bit to put away his pad. He reached for the menus, taking them under his arm before bowing slightly.

“I’ll be back with your food shortly.” The waiter skipped off quickly, seemingly going to wait other tables. Quickly, before Butterscotch had time to think of something to do, Ace launched into conversation.

“How’s your family doing, by the way?” he asked calmly. “You live with your parents and older brother, right?” Butterscotch nodded. Luckily, it was something he could talk about.

“They’re, um… alright, I suppose,” he said, keeping it brief. “Nothing special is going on.”

“I suppose that’s good news,” he said. “If this works out, I might get to meet them one day.” Butterscotch’s eyes widened, and he gave Ace a weird smirk.

“M-Maybe… I don’t know.” Ace put his hands up.

“Sorry, that probably sounded a bit weird,” he smirked himself, though he was more natural and comforting. “I tend to get overly familiar with people. Especially ones that I get along with naturally.”

“O-Oh...” Butterscotch looked away. This time, even Ace had nothing to say. He still had his smile, but he looked down and fumbled with his thumbs. Butterscotch bit his lip a bit before taking a deep breath. “But, I guess... I don’t mind telling you about them. I-If you want to know.” Ace met Butterscotch’s eyes, bringing an unexpected warmth to his face. He broke contact quickly.

“That would be nice,” said Ace, adding in a slight chuckle. “I mean, who turns down the opportunity to learn about a pretty girl?” Butterscotch let out a smile of his own, finally a bit happy that the tension between them loosened just a bit.

“Well… I guess I should start with my brother.”

The time slowly crept closer and closer to closing for La Madama Paradise, and of course, their attendance went down. Surprisingly, though, the volume inside didn’t lower at all.

Anybody in the restaurant could have pointed out the perpetrators. Unlike hours before, Butterscotch and Ace had no trouble at all stirring up conversation.

“Didn’t you have trouble in the Maelstrom Mines? At this point, you couldn’t have been much higher than a second level apprentice mage.”

“Oh no, I had a bit of help from my brother there. Helped me grind up to an ascendant mage, at least.”

Phoenix found it hard to break into their conversation. The two seemed to be so engrossed in their conversation, he couldn’t find it in himself to go between them. So he left them alone, seeing to other tables until they slowly became his only remaining table.

Still, he found himself doing his after-hour duties instead. Even washing the dishes, he could hear the two chatting up about their adventures.

“They’re going at it, huh?” Phoenix turned to the doorway finding one of his coworkers glancing at the table from afar. “You’re pretty lucky that the boss’ out today, or he would’ve scolded your ass pretty badly for this, huh?”

“Yeah, probably,” said Phoenix with a short chuckle. “He’s not the caring and compassionate type.” Lyra laughed as another coworker came into the kitchen, a snarl rather than a smile on her face.

“We’re about thirty minutes to closing, Phoenix,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “When are you going you going to go break them up?”

“Eh, anytime is fine, right?” replied Lyra, shrugging her shoulders. “They’ll probably see they’re the last in the building and head home.”

“Yeah, but our job is to make them leave.” His coworker’s fierce glare didn’t settle down even for a moment. He turned the dishes off, then dried his on his apron.

“You worry too much, Bonnie,” said Phoenix, cracking a smile. “I’ll get all my stuff done now so we can have our alone time early.” The woman’s angry face bloomed bright red, through her frown didn’t go away.

“Aw, what?” said Lyra, pouting. Her rounded face was better suited to this type of discontent. She walked up and softly punched him in the shoulder. “I haven’t had alone time with you in forever. You show favorites!” Phoenix shrugged his shoulders, then glanced up at the clock. The time ticked away until 11 when all the lights were supposed to be out. He walked over to Bon Bon, then placed a quick peck on her cheek, garnering a deeper blush from her, and a muted growl from Lyra behind him.

“I’ll get them to leave. Then we can go home and watch a movie, or something. Deal?” Bon Bon tightened her arms over her chest and looked away.

“Whatever,” she said. Phoenix, waved as he slipped out of the kitchen, striding quickly towards the two engrossed in conversation.

“Hello you two,” said Phoenix, pulling the pad out from his apron’s large back pocket. “It’s getting pretty late, and my boss has told me to chase you guys out.”

“O-Oh, it’s that late already?” Butterscotch looked down at his watch, his eyes going wide as he saw the time ticked closer to the top of the hour. He let out a sigh and placed his hands on his lap. Sorry, I just got so into the conversation…” Ace chuckled, sending a faint shot of red through Butterscotch’s cheeks.

“Oh, no problem,” answered Phoenix, writing down on his pad, then ripping it off and placing it down on the table. “I’ll give you both a moment to deal with the check before I come back.” He spun on his heel before quickly disappearing from view. Butterscotch found it pretty impressive how quickly he could vanish from the scene.

“Guess we did get kind of carried away, huh?” He chuckled again, sending a bit of shock down Butterscotch’s spine. He was all to suddenly reminded of his original goal. Ace slipped a few bills out of his wallet, then smiled. “No need to be so sad about it, Zeph.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine,” he said, rubbing his palms against his face. He’d just have to tell him straight up. It would be awkward and potentially painful, but he still did have a job to do. “I’m… just a bit tired is all.”

“Yeah, I should get you back home,” he said, tapping his wallet back into his jacket pocket. “Don’t want to anger your older brother, right?”

“He’s probably sleeping by now,” he said, kicking himself for not bringing it up. “H-hey, Ace?”

“Hm?” He hummed. Butterscotch gritted his teeth and opened his mouth to speak. He looked at his eyes, those pools of gentle storms brewing just above his nose. He looked at his face, gentle and protective. He looked at his smile. So charming and comforting with nothing but a glance. He looked at Ace and said what he had to say.

“Do you want to come over to my house?” His inner self was practically punting his metaphorical shins, but honestly, no matter how fast his brain tried to pull back, his heart pounding against his chest pushed him forward. “I’ve never invited someone over before, but… I dunno.”

“Huh. I didn’t think I did that good.” He smirked, which sent another shock through Butterscotch’s heart. “It would be rude to turn that down, huh? So, If you’ll have me.” He got to his feet, stretching himself out. Butterscotch rose with him, turning to the door first. He knew that it was pretty pointless, but he wanted to keep his blush hidden.

But his thoughts stopped in their tracks. He could feel his heart drop right into his stomach. Ace came up and tapped him on the shoulder, his smile just barely not enough to soothe his worries.

“So does this mean I can call you babe, or is that too much?” Butterscotch attempted to chuckle at that joke but could do little more than follow along in worry.

If he lost his pants tonight, Butterscotch had quite the surprise waiting right below the cloth of his frilly pink panties.

“Woah. Nice place.”

Butterscotch was very much sure that his house was a nice place, but the grandness of his house was the least of his worries. He was torn. On one hand, he’d only ever felt this thirsty for someone once in his life before now, but on the other hand, he wished that he’d been back five hours ago, maybe sleeping comfortably in his bed with no thoughts of having someone slowly realize that him having balls was not metaphorical.

“Are you having trouble with the lock?” Ace’s words knocked him out of his trance and made him slightly jump. “I can take a look at it if you’d like.”

“Ah! No,” he said, quickly turning and pushing the door in. The lights in the living room were off. Thankfully, there was no stomping as Zephyr rocketed down the stairs. It seemed like her not responding to his texts in the cab was because she was sleeping. “This lock always sticks. Come in.”

Ace walked in and gazed at his surroundings. He looked like he was truly having fun. Even in the dark, Butterscotch could see a faint smile on his face. Once Butterscotch kicked off his sister’s shoes, he followed suit.

“This place is pretty cool,” he whispered, stacking on more flattery. Butterscotch didn’t dislike it, though. “Sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. My apartment is nowhere near as stacked as this place.”

“W-Well, I still live with my parents,” he said, waving his hand dismissively. “They’re probably upstairs sleeping, so we should keep it down.”

“Got it.” Ace followed Butterscotch’s trail up the stairs. As creaky as they were, he could hardly hear it over the deafening beating of his heart in his ears. It didn’t help to know that he was willingly cornering himself further. The trip to his room door seemed entirely too short, and the door handle was cruelly cold.

“M-My room’s a bit messy,” he said, in a hail mary attempt to scare him off before he had to do it the hard way. The really hard way. “Just a bit of warning.”

He opened up his room door slowly. It normally felt amazing to finally return to a safe area after whatever social interactions he had to bear, but this time around, the interaction was coming to him. He walked in slowly, letting Ace take in the room slowly. He looked around, whistling as he did so.

“Your room is pretty small,” he said, scanning it with his eyes. It was dark in here, but Butterscotch was reluctant to turn his room light on. From this distance, under such bright light, he might see through him. “Hey, is this your computer?”

Ace slid past Butterscotch with little effort. He looked down at his computer, with a distinct sparkle in his eyes. Butterscotch opened his mouth to speak, but an image flashed over his vision. Just as the computer detected Ace’s flick of the mouse, he felt his heart sink deeper. Plastered all over his screen was the selection of dildos he’d been browsing earlier. He could feel the color drain from his face.

“Ace, I have to tell you something,” said Butterscotch. He took a deep breath before rattling off. “I’m a guy, I’m standing in for my sister, Zephyr, but I ended up liking you please don’t be mad…”

“Yeah, I know.” Butterscotch opened his mouth to rattle off some more, but those words stole his own. He backed up against the door, leaning on it for support.

“H-How?”

“Well, a few reasons.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Your sister told me about the two of you already. About how you like to crossdress and about somebody named Big Mac.” Butterscotch’s mouth hung agape. “I mean, it’s not like it matters, does it?”

Ace crossed the room is a step, closing the distance between them in an instant. His kiss was rough, and he pulled Butterscotch’s back closer to his chest. Butterscotch could feel his fears start melting away as Ace held him. He pulled back from the kiss for a moment, but Ace was back on top of him. The dull thud of the wood as Butterscotch’s back pressed against the door was muffled under his moans. When Ace finished the two were panting.

“You’re a pretty good kisser,” said Ace, slipping his thumb inside Butterscotch’s skirt. Despite it feeling pretty tight earlier, Ace seemed to slip it off rather easily, sending it falling to Butterscotch’s feet. The panties he’d been given by his sister was almost comically bad at hiding his erection. Ace cupped his overflowing balls in one, large hand. “You went all out with the disguise, huh?”

“Mmmh...” He couldn’t contain his yelp when Ace gave the two hanging balls a tight squeeze. He clasped his hands over his mouth and looked up to Ace with a pleading glance. “B-Be careful.”

“Gotcha.” He leaned in to plant more kisses along the length of his neck, using his idle left hand to slowly strip Butterscotch’s bottom bare. As the panties slipped to the floor, he grabbed a handful of his plump ass and ran the fingers of his right hand up to his back at the same time. With Ace so close to his ear, Butterscotch couldn’t help but shiver when his words tickled it. “Feels good?”

“Y-Yeah…” Ace laughed quietly, his warm breath washing over Butterscotch’s neck. He only had a moment to savor it before he felt Ace’s grip against his cock. “Ah! Gentle...”

Ace didn’t respond this time, slowly running his hand up and down Butterscotch’s shaft. Though he tried to stay calm, he felt himself slowly giving in to pleasure. His breath got more frantic, his heartbeat quickened its beat against his chest, and Ace slipping behind him didn’t do much to help. He gave up the last bit of resistance he had, feeling his legs give out underneath him. Ace was keeping him up, but the powerful jerks of his hand threatened to drop him to the floor. Soon, Butterscotch reached up, grabbing the back of Ace’s neck for support.

“C-Cumming…” said Butterscotch, breathlessly. He couldn’t breathe without moaning, and as the cum bubbled up from the bottom of his shaft, he let out a short squeal of pleasure, He hadn’t made a note of how far, exactly, he could cum, but he couldn’t help but notice how the jets of white shot nearly halfway across the room. He felt like he could hear the little taps as the cum hit the floor, despite his heartbeat playing a concert in his ear. It took him a few moments to realize how loud he must’ve been, then shot up and turned around. “I’m sorry! I was too loud… You might have to hide—”

Ace closed the gap again, ignoring Butterscotch’s silent protests. He must’ve realized, just as much as Butterscotch already knew, that those protests were empty.

“I don’t want to stop… just yet.” He planted a kiss on Butterscotch’s warm red cheeks, which only made them redder. Ace moved into him like before and got in easily. Butterscotch’s ears flared in heat, but he didn’t resist when his back was pressed down against the bed. Ace pulled back, standing over Butterscotch as he lie bottomless. Though he’d just cum, he could feel his cock return to half chub. “Turn around.”

Butterscotch did as he was told, rolling over onto his belly in one smooth motion. He could feel Ace’s large hands grab him, slowly spreading his cheeks to reveal his ass. He was glad that he cared for his taint to an almost inhuman degree. He was also glad when Ace ran his warm, wet tongue up it, stopping to suckle on his asshole. He spent almost no time poking and prodding with his tongue, almost pulling the moans and whimpers from Butterscotch’s mouth. He grabbed a pillow nearby and slammed his face in it to muffle himself. Ace pulled back from his ass and licked his lips.

“Why do you taste like bubblegum?” he asked. Butterscotch gripped the pillow harder, hoping the embarrassment didn’t shine too brightly. “I mean, I’m not complaining. I’ve been with girls that I wouldn’t even dream of doing this too.”

“I… have a dildo I like.” He pointed to the corner where the dildos were hidden deep in his closet. “It came with.. bubblegum flavored lube...” Ace was silent for a moment, then laughed. Butterscotch dug his face in the pillow further.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh,” he said, retrieving said lube off of the desk behind him. Butterscotch could hear Ace unbuckle his pants, and the sound of his boxers sliding down his legs. He felt a bit of an urge to turn around, but he didn’t need to know how it looked when Ace could show him how it felt. He slowly slid his girth between his cheeks. He instinctively shuddered, which caught Ace’s attention. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… I just realized that the real thing is different from a dildo.” Ace paused for a moment.

“Am I the first guy you’ve been with?” Butterscotch didn’t answer outright, but his silence seemed to be enough for Ace. He hummed for a few moments. Then chuckled. “I feel like I’m treading on sacred ground.”

The two shared a laugh, but soon, the mood relaxed. He’d taken care in placing the clear lube over Butterscotch, but he still eased in slowly. Every inch Ace managed to cave in pushed air out of his lungs. By the time he could feel Ace’s balls against his own, he needed a few gasps of air.

“T-Tight…” said Ace, groaning as he worked to pull back out. After about halfway, he pushed back in, this time with enough force to shake the bed a bit. Butterscotch was breathing through his nose, with his mouth currently clamping down on his pillowcase. Ace kept up with the slow and powerful strokes, each one squishing and squelching the lube wrapped around his cock.

“I can’t… hnng!” Butterscotch moaned deeply into his pillow as another volley shot out of his cock hanging stiffly against the bed’s edge. He knew he’d have to do some cleanup, having never come this much at once before. What was more was the cock picking up speed as it pushed into his ass. Ace had a tight grab on his sides, subtly pulling him back and forth as he pushed and pulled his dick back and forth. “Fast...er. Mmmh! Faster, p-please…”

Ace paused for a moment, which nearly pulled Butterscotch from his stupor, but only seemed to heighten it when Ace lifted his leg from the bed and placed it on his shoulder. From here, he pushed in those ever so pleasing last few inches, getting an instinctive moan from Butterscotch. He wanted to turn back to silence himself in the pillow, but he couldn’t even describe what this cock was doing to him. The way it pulsed inside him, the way it moved through him just enough to stop him from going insane.

“Goddamn,” grumbled Ace. Butterscotch could feel his ass tighten, grasping tighter and tighter onto his cock. Every pump seemed to bring him closer to the peak of his ecstasy, and Ace didn’t seem to be too far behind. He gritted his teeth, strands of saliva dripping from his mouth uncontrollably.

He flipped over completely, positioning himself to hop into Ace’s arms. He pushed a kiss onto Ace’s lips, surprising him with his sudden aggression. After pulling back and panting heavily, Butterscotch pressed his forehead against Ace’s.

“Cum in me,” he said, grabbing Ace with all his remaining strength and brought their chests together. “P-Please, cum inside soon. I can’t take it anymore than this…”

Ace was on full throttle now, his cock rhythmically slamming against Butterscotch with no pause. Ever thrust came with a grunt, but the loud moans in his ear kept his strength up. Though the two wished they could keep this ecstasy going forever, Ace eventually gave in to Butterscotch’s demand.

Neither of them could do much more than moan and groan as thick strands of cum vaulted inside of Butterscotch. He gasped, never expecting a creampie to be so hot. He bit at the top of Ace’s shirt, but it still wasn’t enough to completely muffle his long moans of pleasure. Ace could feel his hot spunk as it slipped down his cock. He pulled himself out slowly, but with it being so tight, he could see slide down and off his cock and onto the floor. Though his grip had gotten stronger as Ace came, Butterscotch trembled a lot. He didn’t need to look down to see that he had a little event of his own.

Ace set Butterscotch down on the bed and left him there to stare up at the ceiling. Butterscotch could feel his heart slowly calm back down, though his body was still shaking. He looked up at Ace, who collapsed right next to him.

“Well,” he said, smiling over at Butterscotch. “Tonight went way better than expected.” Butterscotch laughed, rolling over to press his forehead against Ace’s chest. The heat in his cheeks was far from going away… on both ends.

“I had a lot of fun.” He hummed, simply resting against Ace. He couldn’t help but take in the scent wafting off of him. The mix of cologne and sweat was relaxing. It kept his mind off of his surroundings for a few seconds longer. “Too bad everyone in the house probably knows.”

“Oh… I forgot,” said Ace. Still, he had a laugh that seemed to cure any worry that was thinking of brewing in her mind. “Maybe your parents are cool with it?” Butterscotch chuckled herself, then snuggled even closer.

“Maybe.”

Author's Note

After-Sex Smoke