The Few That Lived

Butterscotch awoke calmly, her eyes were instantly blinded from the morning light, she felt somepony next to her, when she cracked her eyes open she saw Blue Flare snuggled up against her, breathing slowly and quietly. This brought a smile to her face.

She slid out of the tent, quietly enough so she didn’t wake him. The first thing she saw was an unknown pony, sharpening a large knife next to the campfire. She immediately dove back into the tent, landing on top of Blue Flare and shaking him awake.

“Blue!” She whispered loudly, “Wake up!”

“What, What?” Blue Flare said groggily, “What’s got you worked up?”

“Somepony is outside with a huge knife!” She said, “Where’s the bag?”

“Really? Let me ask it a few questions then.” Blue Flare said, his eyes aflame, “And your bag is wherever you left it.”

Butterscotch hopped around the room for a few seconds but eventually came up with a large pistol from the medicine bag.

“We don’t need that yet, I’ll call for you if we do though.” Pyro said exiting the tent slowly.

“I’m not just gonna sit back!” Butterscotch screeched, diving out of the tent with her gun up,

The other pony instantly drew a gun of her own, pointing it at Butterscotch, who held hers with a wing,

“What the hell is this?” The mare asked, “Put the damn gun down!”

“Not until you put yours down, bitch!” Butterscotch growled with hostility,

“Girls, girls, easy!” Pyro said getting in between the two mares,

“Who you callin a bitch, bitch?” The mare asked,

“STOP, Butterscotch, what do you remember from last night?” Pyro asked,

“I don’t remember her!” Butterscotch yelled, Applejack and Pinkie Pie now had their heads out of their tent

“That’s because you were drugged. She saved us from the thieves who did the drugging.” Pyro said, then he turned to Applejack, “How’d you get her to join?”

“It wasn’t that hard really,” Pinkie Pie said, “She’s pretty nice.”

“Is she now?” Pyro said, “Well then, why don’t we lower our guns now, both of you.”

“Not until she does!” The mare said,

“Not until you do!” Butterscotch said,

“Both of you drop ‘em!” Cinnamon shouted, leaping out of his tent and taking both guns from the two mares with his magic. “Celestia, you two are a bunch of little girls!”

The two mares looked at Cinnamon and dove at him for their weapons, which were tossed into the air and caught by Shining Armor.

“Both of you stop!” He demanded, holding out a hoof and stopping the two in their tracks with his magic. “I’m trying to sleep here!”

“She started it!” The mare said, pointing at Butterscotch,

“How was I supposed to know that you weren’t going to gut me?” Butterscotch asked, pointing to the knife the mare had been sharpening.

“Because I would have done it when you were asleep!” The mare said, unsheathing the knife.

“DO NOT MAKE ME MELT BOTH YOUR GUNS!” Pyro shouted as he stomped his hoof,

Both of the mares silenced.

“Can you take your marefriend Pyro?” Shining asked, “I can’t hold both of them.”

Pyro got Butterscotch and took her to the other side of their camp. Butterscotch crossed her forelegs while in mid air,

“Let me down.” She pouted,

“Not until you behave.” Pyro said,

“Everything was fine until she woke up!” The mare said,

“Please, Swift, Shut up.” Shining said, turning to Pyro, “What are we gonna do with these two?”

“Put them in a bag and beat them with a stick?” Pyro suggested with a grin,

Butterscotch turned to Pyro, “How about I beat your bag with a stick?” She said,

“It was a joke.” Pyro said, “We could put them together until they get along?”

“Brilliant!” Cinnamon said, “Let’s see who survives!”

“Let’s do that” Shining said, letting Swift down.

“Good. Now, are you ready to behave like a full-grown mare?” Pyro asked Butterscotch,

“Maybe.” Butterscotch said with a grin,

“I’m not letting you down until I hear a definite yes.” Pyro said, using his magic to raise her higher into the air,

“Fine, Yes.” Butterscotch said with an exaggerated sigh.

“Good.”  Pyro said, putting her down gently,

Butterscotch walked past Swift, whipping her with her tail as she went by.

“So, your name is Swift?” Pyro asked the new pony

“Yeah, and that’s your marefriend?”

“Yeah, she isn’t usually this mean, it’s just that you startled her.” Pyro said, “My name is Pyro.”

“Charmed, And sorry, I didn’t mean to scare anypony.” Swift said,

“Even the thieves?” Pyro said, raising an eyebrow, “Because they almost wet their panties.”

Swift laughed, “Well, they kind of deserved it.” She said, “And I don’t think they could have wet their panties if they weren’t wearing any, I’m probably the only pony who wears clothes anymore.”

“I might if I could.” Pyro said, “But I can’t really wear anything flammable.”

“Yeah, I heard.” Swift said, “Sorry to say, but I don’t have any metal t-shirts in my pack.”

“They’d be too heavy anyway.” Pyro said waving off the question, but then thinking, “If somepony could engineer a magic water t-shirt, I’d be first in line.”

“Unless you know Celestia, I don’t see that happening anytime soon.” Swift said with a chuckle, “Anyways, I best wake up the girls, see you later.”

Swift walked towards the mares’ tent. Pyro went to the pond to look at himself. His mane was less than satisfactory, and his coat lacked its usual yellow glow. He began to clean himself off and try to redo his ragged mane.

Butterscotch appeared by his side, watching him rinse off his mane.

“Hey.” She said simply.

“Hello.” Pyro said, “how are you doing?”

“Fine, what about you?” She asked,

“Great, do you know what F.I.N.E. stands for?” Pyro asked,

“No, what?” Butterscotch asked, dipping her mane in the water and scrubbing it.

“Freaked out, Insecure, Not ok, Emotional.” Pyro said, “It fully describes you right now.”

Butterscotch pushed him into the pond, fully soaking him. Pyro burst out of the pond, then dragged Butterscotch in with him. The two splashed each other playfully for a few minutes before Butterscotch tackled him underwater and kissed him when they came back up. Pyro laughed, then his gaze shifted into sadness.

“It’s hard to have a moment like this in this world.” Pyro said,

Butterscotch wrapped her forelegs around his neck, “Just try to forget.” She said, pulling him towards the back of the cave,

“Why are we going back here?” Blue Flare asked, “Nopony can see us.”

“Oh, no reason, just a little privacy.” She said,

“And why would we need that?” Blue Flare said, pretending to be oblivious

“I think you know” She said, giving him a seductive look.

“Oh, I can take a hint, just making sure.” Blue Flare said as he tackled Butterscotch,

“I think there’s a bit of land back here” Butterscotch said, wrestling with Blue Flare.

“Now why would we need that?” Blue Flare asked, “It’s not like we can’t do it here.

“Oh, kinky...” Butterscotch said, kissing him deeply.

The two stayed with their lips locked for a few minutes, Butterscotch eventually allowed Blue Flare’s tongue through her teeth, their tongues clashed like swords, smashing into each other while the two kissed, Butterscotch could feel her body heat up as Blue’s rubbed up against hers, not out of his magic, but a magic between the two, the magic of love itself. Blue lifted Butterscotch up and he stood on his hind legs, her head was much higher than his now so the two had to break the kiss, then Butterscotch had an idea.

“I read somewhere...” She said,

Her tongue gently pressed against his horn, which made him gasp.

“I’m sorry!” She said, “Did that hurt?”

“No...” Blue Flare said, “It... felt kind of good...”

Blue’s hoof rubbed against Butterscotch’s wing, which she now saw was unfurled and flared.

“I see you’re liking this too.” He said, gently rubbing them,

“Bloody hell you two are loud,” a voice said,

The two ponies turned their heads to see Swift, wading about ten hooves away with a large grin on her face.

“Oh, h-hello Swift.” Pyro stuttered, “H-how are you today?”

“I’m brilliant, how are you two?” She asked,

“W-we’re fine.” Pyro said, sweat was dripping down his face now,

“Whatcha guys doin?” She asked, her grin widening.

“He was, uh... washing my wings for me?” Butterscotch tried, smiling and chuckling nervously.

“Yep, totally washing her wings, nothing but.” Pyro said as his other hoof was stroking Butterscotch’s still erect wings,

“Mmm...” Butterscotch squeaked from the contact.

“Uh-huh,” Swift said, “I’ll go tell Shining that, he asked.”

“Okay then, I also need to clean her mane, and her mind too.” Pyro said, the last bit inaudible,

With that, Swift left, swimming back to camp with that same huge grin.

“I really hope she keeps her word, if not, we’re in big trouble.” Pyro said, “Think of something really gross.”

“Something gross? Why?” Butterscotch asked,

Pyro touched Butterscotch’s wings again. She had to cover her mouth to not moan in ecstasy.

“That’s why.” Pyro said, “You’ll lose your, umm... hard faster.”

“It’s called a ‘Wing Flare’ smart one.” Butterscotch said, “Did you not read any books on the body?”

“I haven’t seen any books for about a year, and before then I couldn’t look at anatomy books.” Pyro said with his eyes narrowed,

“How old are you?” Butterscotch asked,

“Hmm... I think about eighteen now, my birthday was on a boat.” Pyro said, pondering the answer,

“I’m nineteen... unless it’s March... is it March?” She asked,

“You’re asking the pony who doesn’t even know what year it is.” Pyro said,

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter anymore.” She said, “Unless you were like forty, or something.”

“Could you imagine.” Pyro said as he laughed,

“Not many forty year olds look as good as you do.” Butterscotch said, finally getting her wings down.

“Not many can produce flames either.” Pyro said, “Not anymore.”

“Oooh, you think you're ‘Mr. Special’ now, huh?” Butterscotch joked, leaning on him.

“That's one way of putting it.” Pyro said as he started to walk “C’mon, let’s go back to camp.”

Butterscotch giggled, “Yeah, can’t you see that I wasn’t in the mood once you started talking?” She said, giggling again.

“I could, but we have to make it look like we were actually cleaning each other.” Pyro said as he splashed water onto Butterscotch’s mane,

Butterscotch returned the favor by dunking Pyro underwater and diving down towards him, they both swam to the shore and dried themselves off.

“Good to see you two weren’t eaten.” Cinnamon said, looking over to Swift then back to the two, “Or was that just Butterscotch?”

“DAMMIT SWIFT, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! EVEN IF I HAVE TO HUNT YOU DOWN TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH.” Pyro yelled as he charged at the dark mare who was still wet,

Cinnamon stopped Pyro with his magic, “What’s wrong Pyro? She only told us you two were bathing together, was there something else going on?”

Pyro thought as quickly as he had ever thought before.

“Yeah, she threw mud on us AFTER we had just finished cleaning, so we had to clean off again.” Pyro said,

“Yep, guilty as charged.” Butterscotch said, holding her hooves up, “Take me away!”

“That’s the least I’m gonna do to you!” Shining Armor said, stomping up on scene, “WHAT DID I SAY PYRO?!” He yelled at the yellow stallion,

“You said that was the least you were going to do to us, why?” Pyro said,

“WHY DO YOU...” The steaming stallion stopped, “Why do you think?”

“I think because, if I didn’t, I’d die.” Pyro said, trying to hold this as long as he could “Why are you asking me weird questions?”

“I know what you two were doing in there.” Shining said, pushing Butterscotch away forcefully when she tried to step in between the two.

“I’d expect that you would, didn’t you say that Swift told you that we were bathing?” Pyro said, this was too fun to let go,

“If you and your bitch of a marefriend wanna go out and have a cute little family, that’s fine by me!” Shining screamed, “But you're not gonna have one in my group!”

“Well, it’s good to know we have your blessing.” Pyro said, he almost had him, “I thought it was perfectly clear the first time you said that. Hey! Don’t call her a bitch!”

“I can call her whatever I want.” Shining stated, puffing out his chest.

“Then why not call her something nice, like, I don’t know, mare, or pegasus, or even pony?” Pyro said, then asked Cinnamon, “Can you let me down now?”

“Sure.” Cinnamon said, letting him down,

Shining stomped away angrily, cursing under his breath and stamping his hoof against the ground.