Applejack Needs a Cock and Butterscotch Has One, but She Goes About Getting It in the Wrong Way

Butterscotch curled up beneath the covers on his bed. He had stopped crying a while ago, but did not feel well enough to leave the comfort or protection of his quilt. What happened earlier continued to replay in his mind. Making sense of it.

Her heat was strong. She wasn't acting right. He knew it. Could see it. Smell it. Then he let her in, make her lunch, and told her to clean herself up. Dressed the couch and everything. What was she supposed to expect? And yet, he was angry at her even though he brought this on himself.

It's not as if he didn't want to. He said as much. And it felt good. Even mounted her, willingly. But he was committed. He didn't want to hurt Eris, but to do that, he'd have to hurt Applejack. Now they were all hurting. They hated him. And it was all his fault. Idiot.

He ran upstairs to shower before Eris could get angry at him. A long, hot one. Still couldn't wash out her scent. Still excited him. So he breathed through his mouth. Now he could taste her. He gave up. Just gonna lie here until sleep or death takes him.

A gentle rapping on his door brought him to the present moment. "Would you mind my company?"

Butterscotch nodded his head. More time alone would be much appreciated. He heard Eris open the door anyway, dishes clattering as she floated to his bedside. A warm aroma of cinnamon and ginger sneaked underneath his quilt, the visible trails of steam lifting the hem of the quilt to pet his nose. He emerged from his hiding place to Eris floating above his bed, dressed as a maid, complete with mob cap and white apron that somehow flowed around her.

Held in her claw and paw was a silver-and-ivory platter with legs, a porcelain pot and pair of matching cups resting atop, the set familiar from when Eris hosted their afternoon chats. The steam receded and resumed behaving as steam should, rising from the frothy gold of his and her cups. Golden milk, his favorite.

Butterscotch looked at Eris with furtive eyes, "Y-You shouldn't ha—"

One look from Eris arrested his voice. It was going away for a long time—ten minutes, at least. Five on good behavior. The pair watched the little police-voice haul Butterscotch's voice away before Eris turned to her mute lover.

"You're in no position to tell me how I should worry over you. I run late to one chat and..." She pinched the bridge of her nose with her claw, sighing black smoke, "And that happens. Now, hold still while I check you over." With a twirl, her maid uniform was replaced with surgical gear. Snapping ill-fitting gloves against each wrist, she picked Butterscotch up and moved him in her hands, not letting a single patch escape observation.

Butterscotch noted how gentle her touch was, and how careful she was not to turn him upside-down or shake him, instead snaking her head around his body. Behavior he didn't expect at all. He saw her head phase in between his hind legs and frown, "A bruised pelvis..." She fumed, tickling him with hot smoke, "Only I'm allowed to give you those!"

He blushed and shook, but his nervous giggle didn't come out. Eris smiled at him, "Well, physically, you're almost in the same condition I left you. And if you can laugh at my jokes, you must not be that upset, right?"

He shook his head. She sighed, her costume vanishing in a puff as she tucked him into bed. He nodded in thanks and took a sip of his tea. Perfectly spiced, it brought a small smile to his lips.

She watched him with pity and amusement dancing in her eyes. It looked like the foxtrot. With a snap of her paw, Butterscotch's voice was freed from its cell, leaping with joy back into his throat. Another sip of tea came with a contented, involuntary hum. "Ah, music to my ears!"

Eris patted Butterscotch's withers. He shirked from her touch. She withdrew her paw, frowning, "... Sorry."

Butterscotch looked down into his tea. He didn't want to hurt Eris, but... "No, I... it's... you're not mad at me?"

Eris coiled around Butterscotch, hugging him tight with her body and her embrace, "Of course not. Why would I be mad?"

"I-I cheated on you!"

Eris quirked an eyebrow, "Before you try to explain anything, how about telling me what happened?" She freed her claw from embracing him to drink her tea.

Butterscotch took another sip of his tea, still staring at it. Once he told her what happened, she'd realize what he'd done and be upset. He was sure of it. But Eris wanted to know. And she had a right to know. So, he started from when he heard Applejack yelling outside their home...

"... and that's when I asked you not to hurt us but you—"

"Buh-buh-bup. Hurt us? Why would I hurt you, Butterscotch? I could never do that."

"B-But I cheated on you!"

Eris tightened her loops around Butterscotch and rubbed her nose underneath his chin, "Butters, it's not cheating if you're raped. Heat or not, what she did was wrong."

"But I told her I wanted to—"

"She forced consent."

"But... I g-gave in when she presented—"

"She said she was going to hurt you."

"But, I... oh, promise you won't get mad?"

Eris pecked his forehead, warmth spreading through him, "Nothing you could say right now would make me mad."

"I enjoyed it—"

Eris' full-body squeeze interrupted him, "That's not uncommon, Butters. Don't feel bad—"

"IhaveacrushonApplejack."

"Oh?" Eris blinked, finally realizing the whole situation was his fault. That he had goaded Applejack into raping him. That, even if he was forced, he still cheated on her in his mind.

Butterscotch sighed, awaiting the fall of the axe, "So, a small part of me was really happy when she visited... but I have you, so I couldn't help her. Even though I wanted to. And then..."

"How long have you had a crush on her?" He couldn't read her voice. She must be very upset.

Butterscotch tapped his hooves together, quiet voice almost falling silent by the end. "A long time? Years before I met you. I never really got over it, either." He finished off his cup and smiled as it refilled, "She's so many things that I'm... not. Assertive, dependable, strong. And I really admired her for it." The smile fell. He closed his eyes, bracing for impact.

"Butters." Eris booped him on the nose.

His snout scrunched. Eris' head came into view, unamused, "You should have told me before! I would've let you, oh, what is it you ponies say? 'Expand the herd'? And then none of this would've happened."

"E-Excuse me?" Butterscotch blinked, "You would have let me... have s-sex with Applejack?"

"Chaos incarnate, Butters." She spins her head around on her neck, a sultry gaze and long eyelashes completed by a pouty lip emerging with the revolution, "I wouldn't turn up a stallion or five, either, if you were so inclined..."

Butterscotch shook his head, in disbelief and dissent, "N-No stallions, thanks. But, Applejack is looking for a special somepony. You'd be okay with even that?"

Eris nods, "As long as she doesn't mind sharing, I don't see a problem with it. Anything to make my little Butt-Butt happy." She pinched his cheeks and waggled them. He giggled, batting away her paw and claw with his hooves.

Then he sighed, "I don't think that's possible now, though. Applejack must hate me. And I'm not happy with her one bit!"

The edge to Butterscotch's voice made Eris uncoil and float beside him, eyebrows wiggling, "You know, I think there's a way we can make everypony—" She gags, "hate that word—happy here. You said Applejack wanted it hard, right?"

Butterscotch nods, unsure.

"If—if—you and I find her apology acceptable, how about you give her exactly what she wants?"

"B-But I'm not—"

"Not into rough stuff?" Eris floats around Butterscotch's head, "I wonder about that~. Don't you want to make Applejack squeal?"

"S-Squeal?" He began to blush. Did he?

"Cry out your name?"

"C-Cry?" Butterscotch's blush grew to the tips of his ears. C-Could he?

"Don't you want to pound into her just what a bad little filly she's been? Tell her how she's going to make it up to you and that she doesn't get a choice? Push her down and make her understand, with every thrust, how you feel?"

Butterscotch's forelegs folded over his quilt, bunching it up to hide his erection, "E-Eris, please... I don't have it in me to..."

"Channel your anger, Butterscotch. Your stress and frustrations. Give all of it to her. She wants it."

Butterscotch whimpered. Being assertive was never his strong suit, and now, Eris wants him to not just be assertive, but aggressive? Violent? To Applejack? But she was so much stronger than him. And scary. He remembered that look in her eye. The way she threw him around like a doll. Used him like one.

"You just need practice. Turn around."

Eris disappeared behind Butterscotch's back. When he turned around, his wings popped open with a squeal and nearly backed off the bed. There, a yellow-and-red-eyed Applejack was presenting to him, her head tucked between her legs, wearing a grin.

"Come on, y'all~ give it to me like a combine harvester! Plow my fields until the flowers bloom~!" Her accent was all wrong.

Butterscotch's heart palpitated, giving him stress giggles, "T-That was awful!"

Erisjack huffs, voice returning to normal, "Well, excuse me for not practicing country-isms. They’re so niche. Now, are you going to come over here and make a mess of me, or not?"

"N-No! Please, change back..."

"Do you want Applejack to be your friend again?"

"I... I think so. But—"

Erisjack turned around, advancing. Butterscotch's rump hung off the edge of the bed, no more room to retreat, "But what, Butters? Are you going to get Solaris to lock her up? Is an apology going to make up for what she did? No. There's only one way forward here, and that's doing to her what she did to you. Eye for an eye. Make it even."

She was uncomfortably close. Butterscotch closed his eyes, "But I don't want to hurt you! Or her, o-or anypony!"

Erisjack booped him, making the stallion go cross-eyed, "It'll hurt her more to lose a friend."

"..." He turned his head away and looked down. He wanted to argue, to tell Eris that she was wrong, but she was right. He didn't know if being rough with Applejack would fix things, but it was better than letting their friendship fallow, getting the guard involved, or pretending an apology would work. Words wouldn't take back what she did.

He forced himself to meet Erisjack's eyes. They were sympathetic, "I-Is that really okay, if I'm rough? Are you fine with that?"

"Chaos incarnate, Butterscotch! I've done and had done to me things far, far beyond your imagination. You should ask Prince Solaris about Ohio sometime~."

Butterscotch's blush traveled down his neck, "I-I'll pass. Okay, I'll try being rough. I really don't know about this, though..."

Erisjack hummed a happy tune as she pranced back to the head of the bed, bending down on her knees and flicking her tail back and forth, spreading that spiced apple scent Butterscotch felt so conflicted about, "Take your time, Butters. I know I'm asking a lot from you."

He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. It helped him stay in the mood.

He had to be assertive. Aggressive! He thought about everything that made him angry. Eris playing scary pranks on him. Ponies cutting in front of him in line because they didn't see him. Every time Berry Pie or the Cutie Mark Crusaders broke something he owned. Applejack...

He snorted, hooves stomping the bed with two squeaks. A sour taste filled his mouth. He furrowed his brow and marched forward. He didn't even ask permission from Erisjack to mount her! "I-I'm going to h-have sex... with you..."

He couldn't see her face, but the sigh said it all, "Tell me you're going to rut me into the floor, Butters."

"I-I'm going to rut you into t-t-the floor, Eris!"

"I'm Applejack, remember?"

"Applejack, I'm going to ruh-r-rut y-you—"

"Try it without a stutter, Butters. Hehe, Stuttersco—"

That old name lit a fire. His hooves came down on her flanks with a snap, making them jiggle, "Be quiet!"

"Oooh~ that's it, Butters! Now, shove it in, all at once~."

Butterscotch reared back, then stopped. He had to be aggressive. Was letting Eri—Applejack boss him around being aggressive? Applejack didn't listen to him. He had to take this into his own hooves. "Y-You don't tell me what to do."

Erisjack chuckled, "Now you're getting it."

He smiled to himself, a victory. He lined himself up with Erisjack and pressed into her, slipping inside easily. "Uh..."

"Hm? Something wrong, Butters? Are you paralyzed with pleasure~?"

"Applejack was... tighter."

"Hmph." Butterscotch felt Applejack strangle his cock.

He gasped, falling onto her back to stabilize himself, "Too tight! I'm sorry! Too tight!"

"So picky~. But, fine, how about... now?"

No longer in a chokehold, he still found it difficult to move. The contractions ringing him resisted his wary thrust forward, "T-That's perfect. Just like her. Oooh..."

After gentle prodding, he found his rhythm. It was rare for Eris to be on the bottom. Something about that excited him, throbbing in his chest and cock. The sight of her back, tracing the dip of her spine, how easy and natural it felt for him to grope her thick flanks. Like this was how it was meant to be.

Eris rewarded his efforts with winks, each one giving pleasure as it rubbed against his length, giving his balls an occasional kiss.

"You call this rough, Butters? I'm about to fall asleep up here." An eye mask and night cap appeared on Erisjack's head, her forelegs kneeling so she could rest against the pillows, "Wake me up when you're done."

Butterscotch frowned, "I-I'm trying. I'm not used to this..."

Erisjack began snoring.

Butterscotch thrusted harder, gentle slapping filling the air as his ring passed her sucking lips and his balls swung forward to tap against her teats, stiff nipples denting his flesh in a peculiar, satisfying way.

Erisjack snored louder.

Butterscotch paced his breathing. Harder, longer thrusts, each hilt sounding out with a wet smack. It was difficult to stay upright. His hips began to ache. It was demanding work.

As if to mock him—no, definitely to mock him—a trail of Z's floated above Erisjack's head and her snoring drowned out the sounds of sex. A large snot bubble grew from one of her nostrils.

Butterscotch's frown turned into a scowl, "Y-You asked for it." He laid down atop her, forelegs wrapped around her barrel, and began pounding. He nipped the back of her neck, keeping her reined in.

With Erisjack supporting his weight, he was able to focus on putting power and speed into rutting his shapeshifted marefriend. The snot-bubble popped, creaking bedsprings and a banging headboard joining the symphony of rough love Butterscotch conducted. The Z's dissipated, and Erisjack lifted the mask from her eyes with a blushing grin, looking back at him, "I'm feelin' it now, Butters. But, can you make me cum? You look like you're about to—"

The stallion shoved a hoof against the back of her head, forcing Erisjack to breath through pillows. He grunted through gritted teeth, "Be quiet. I'm trying to c-concentrate!"

She tightened hard, making Butterscotch put everything he had into his hips. His mouth hung open, panting, eyes screwed shut. She was winking like crazy. She had to be close. Just hold out, Butterscotch. One more thrust. Another. Another. Focus on the next thrust. Oh, Solaris, why was she getting so tight? It hurt. Hurt good, but hurt.

A tension built in Butterscotch's stomach. He felt his balls tighten, a fat lump of his seed passing through his cock and bringing him over the edge. At the same time, Erisjack sucked him in, making it impossible to pull out, and soaked the sheets with a splash, then another. Butterscotch cried out, load after load emptying into his childhood crush, until it poured out, making the sheets even messier, more sticky. He collapsed on top of her.

As his cock softened and sheathed, he realized he was keeping Erisjack's face buried in the pillows. He retracted his hoof and sputtered, "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—"

Erisjack removed her head from the pillows, giddy, and sighed. She flopped about to face Butterscotch, eyes wide and love-drunk. She kissed her stallion.

"Mmmmm. Shhh. That was great, Butters. You did great." She shimmied closer and wrapped her hooves around Butterscotch, nuzzling the larger stallion's neck.

Butterscotch couldn't be more embarrassed. His ears folded and tail tucked between his legs, brushing against his growing erection. "T-Thank you, Applejack."

A paw covered his flare, twisting around it. He gasped. "Applejack's had enough of you for one night, stud. It's my turn." Eris was back, and she was not satisfied.

Butterscotch gulped, "I-I don't have to be aggressive again, do I?"

Eris chuckled, "Not unless you want to, Butters, but you look worn out. Let Eris do the moving~."

He breathed easy, "Thank goodness. That was exhausting."

She coiled around her stallion, claw toying with the base of his wings. Butterscotch moaned. He'd hardly come down from his climax and Eris was already building another one, "I must say, though, that was a good show. I wasn't expecting asphyxiation~."

Butterscotch spoke between gasps, "I didn't mean to! It just sort of happened. You're not hurt, are you?"

"The pain is what made it feel so good, Butters~. I'm going to have to get you to do that to me again sometime."

"Eep."

Eris kissed him, her pointed tongue knocking on his lips. He greeted her at the door, meeting like long-lost lovers. She ran her paw down the shaft, slick with his cum and her orgasm. He moaned into her mouth.

She pulled away from the kiss despite his best efforts to keep her, "But I love you best when you're my cute little colt." Her claw pinched the base of a wing. It felt on fire, the entire wing tingling as if her claw was running down the ligament. "My gentle, loving stallion."

He gazed up at her with pleading eyes. He was glad to see her smile, releasing his cock from her paw. She cupped his head with both hands and drew him into another kiss, her body shifting around him to bring her entrance to his cock. She worked him in over long, maddening minutes. He couldn't avoid noticing that she'd tightened up. Not as tight as Applejack, but tight.

His pleasure was in her hands. Every time he was close, Eris slowed down, broke the kiss, or shifted her body to a different angle. All he could do was whimper when she denied him, although he knew that wouldn't convince her to let him climax. It only drove the twisting, wringing teasing to new heights, until finally, he was begging her to let him cum.

It was no different this time. "Eris, please! No more!"

"Hmmm? No more what, Butters?" She gave him a coy, oblivious look when she well knew what no more meant.

He whined, "L-Let me cum! Inside you, please! I can't take it anymore, I need to. Please."

She picked up her pace, her head still as her body pistoned up and down on him, "You're not supposed to say where until I ask, Butters~. But, you have had a long day. I'll allow it just this once."

She cupped his snout with her claw and pulled it against her lips. He felt the tension again, the climax rising through him, and a swift release. It wasn't messy like the others, but it was longer, and powerful. Well after he was spent, he still felt like he was floating. It wasn't until Eris broke the kiss that he came down from the high.

Eris nuzzled the top of his head, "Want to go see Applejack tomorrow?"

Butterscotch drew heavy breaths, his stomach rising and falling like he just came first in The Running of the Leaves. He spoke between pants, "I do. I hope she'll see me..."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll drag her out if need be."

"Eris!"

She booped him. "You, Butt-Butt, need more training. And a shower. We're filthy, and I am not letting you dry in my fur."

"Can't you just use your magic to make us clean?"

"But the third round is always in the shower!"

He huffed, "You're insatiable."

"You love it~." She kissed him with another teasing grin. Like clockwork, with a kiss came an erection.

He groaned in pain, "Let me rest, please. At least half an hour."

"I'll give you ten minutes. Juice?"

"... Okay. Yes, please."

An orange appeared in Eris' claw. She punctured it with her solitary fang, and held the new hole up to Butterscotch's lips. The citrus fruit's juice seemed to never end, delicious and cold. When finished, he felt invigorated. Eris ate the orange whole and cuddled up against her stallion.

"I love you, Butters."

"Y-You too."

Eris played with his mane with her claw, scratching his scalp in all the right places. Butterscotch sighed, snuggling in close, resting his head on her rising and falling chest, watching the sun set outside.

He hoped he would be able to go through with this. That he'd have the energy and emotion. His outburst earlier already left him feeling drained. He didn't think he'd have anything left for Applejack by tomorrow if Eris kept this up.

At least the cuddles felt nice.