Author's Note

Pairing: Zecora/Butterscotch
Contains insecurities/doubt, serious conversation about another herd member, sex in the forest, blowjob, wingjob, doggy style, anal, and planned future seduction of another herd member~

Wingin' It

With the cottage being considerably closer to the School of Friendship, as well as giving Zecora and Applejack space depending on how giving the news to his family would’ve gone, Butterscotch got a quick bite to eat and flew back to check on his animals before crashing in a blurry sleep of tangled wings on his couch. With the crowd that was the herd now, the past two months since Applejack had joined had been nothing but either romantic dates or messy orgies. That all changed when all of them determined that there wasn’t enough space on the bed to sleep comfortably, and they couldn’t keep using sleeping bags or taking turns sleeping in their own homes. Rainbow Blitz and Elusive had been busy the past few days, and Zecora and Applejack had been planning on how to break the news to the orange farmpony’s family. Which left Butterscotch who was normally drowning in company by his lonesome and able to properly engage in self-care whenever he wasn’t working at the School of Friendship.

He woke up to the daylight gently fluttering in his window and his animals scattering about, and shortly after he batted his eyelashes open, he heard an expected trio of knocks at the door that he knew would matter little. Sure enough, Eris magically popped into the cottage before Butterscotch could even get up.

“Greetings Scotchie~!” Eris grinned, batting her eyelashes as she flew around the groggy yellow pegasus. Snapping her talon digits, an iced coffee gently landed on the coffee table right in front of the fat-flanked femcolt as he slowly sat up. “I made sure they got extra shots of espresso in there, I know it’s important for you to see how Applejack took…everything.”

“Yeah,” Butterscotch’s eyes briefly widened with the reminder of checking in on Applejack, being the main stallion besides Applejack to check in since his subs were busy. Then again, Butterscotch knew that as of that moment, he didn’t count Applejack as one of his subs since they weren’t like that with each other yet. The two main reasons was that Butterscotch didn’t want to force a full on romance when they had just managed to become friends again, and that he lacked faith in Applejack’s commitment to the herd lifestyle. Butterscotch knew it was definitely rude to say such out loud, but he didn’t think such thoughts maliciously. Applejack was a family stallion above all else, and Butterscotch believed confidently that if any single one of them was against him leaving, the normally tough stallion would buckle and choose his family over the herd. Applejack was easily the most ‘traditional’ in terms of upbringing even despite accepting his homosexuality, and Butterscotch didn’t think that he’d let down the family when family was so inherently important to the orange farmpony.

Butterscotch opened his long wingspan as he lifted the iced coffee with his wings and brought the straw to his lips, pushing aside threatening and nearly overpowering thoughts of Applejack’s grief and possible exit from the herd poisoning the dynamics from the herd. Butterscotch winced, feeling guilt this time as he knew deep down that Applejack would never intentionally hurt the herd.

But he does love Elusive, what if his family convinces him to leave and he wants to take Elusive with him?

Butterscotch truly had grown attracted to Elusive, absolutely railing that shopkeeper into a braying mess and fucking his mouth on the regular too. And when him and Zecora fucked that unicorn at the same time? It was like the stars had aligned, and there wasn’t much better than that. Butterscotch knew that he couldn’t hide his concerns for long, even if they were very likely to be paranoia. And he knew that Applejack wouldn’t like to hear it, which brought about more doubt to Butterscotch’s rampant theories. Finishing the iced coffee, Butterscotch took a shaky deep breath before looking to Eris who was resting on the coffee table like a curled up cat as her amber eyes looked at her femcolt friend curiously.

“Ready?” Eris asked, to which Butterscotch nodded as he watched the Element of Chaos snap her fingers and dissipate the empty cup out of his perceived existence. Butterscotch jumped off the couch and made a beeline for the door, comforted that Eris was already setting up plates and bowls for the animals around the cottage by the time he placed his wing on the door.

“Take care, okay Butterscotch?” Eris asked, and Butterscotch’s heart fluttered with his dear friend’s consideration as he smiled at her before walking out the cottage and closing the door behind him. Opening his wings, Butterscotch trotted towards a patch of grass surrounded by barely any trees before taking off into the sky. Flying past the normal forest and deep into the Everfree, Butterscotch flew into the trees and walked around until parts of the forest became familiar to him. A certain boulder, a set of trees with carvings like Z + R + B and Z + E, and Butterscotch was on the right path towards the hut. Once he had reached it, and walked up to the door and pressed his ear to it while staring up at the dark green of the trees, he heard nothing. He was briefly reminded, staring at a particular branch, of the time he had dominated Rainbow Blitz as a bat pony, before focusing on the absence of sound again. If Zecora and Applejack were fucking like newlyweds, and Butterscotch heard it, that would’ve at least been a good sign that the family had accepted his move to the hut.

Fuck, is Applejack even in the hut or did he choose to stay with his family?

Butterscotch couldn’t take not knowing anymore, and he raised a hoof to the door and knocked on it several times before stopping and waiting.

Several moments passed as Butterscotch stared intently at the door before the door opened, and there was Zecora in his tall and muscular zebra glory. He looked at the yellow pegasus initially with his signature cool gaze that barely spoke of anything, before his stare softened with the recognition of his favorite member of the herd. He took several steps back, and let Butterscotch allow himself into the hut as the zebra stallion closed the door behind him. Butterscotch trotted to the bedroom without skipping a beat, and felt a rush of relief as he saw Applejack sleeping soundly in the bed. And much to his own guilt, a jolt of surprise to him there. Butterscotch heard Zecora walk up behind him and place his forehoof on the pegasus’ shoulder as the yellow femcolt looked to his Master.

“As much as I hate to say it,” Butterscotch took a deep breath before he spoke again. “I genuinely thought he wouldn’t be here. It’s not that I think he doesn’t love being part of the herd…”

“You assumed that he loves his family more, and you’d be right,” Zecora understood as they both turned around and walked away from the bedroom, closing the door to let Applejack finish sleeping. Butterscotch walked alongside him as they left the hut and walked into the regular forest, outside of the Everfree to avoid the timberwolves and other monsters that wandered the dangerous forest. Once they got out of the Everfree, Zecora ended his prolonged pause as he finished elaborating. “Almost his entire family was warm and accepting of him moving in with us and having his own life, where he didn’t even have to buck apples anymore and live more like a housewife. Almost. Grandpa Smith was really mad, and apparently he’d been feeling this way for a while for it to get this bad. He even threw himself at me-”

“Are you okay?!” Butterscotch shouted, his wings opening up from his side as his pupils shrunk, stray feathers flying from his wings as he did so.

“Trust when I say he didn’t even bruise my skin, though emotionally he still traumatized his kin,” Zecora reassured Butterscotch, whose horror turned into fire blazing into his eyes as his wings started shaking and he gritted his teeth. Not having seen such unrestrained fury since the time of Butterbat, Zecora brought his forehoof to his switch’s shoulders as he rubbed him vigorously. “You know that retaliating against a senile stallion deep in his own grief and loss is only going to make a bad situation worse, with Applejack’s parents dying making him think his family is under some type of curse.”

“Oh,” Butterscotch’s anger melted away into a deep pity as he folded his wings back to his side, a lot of his frustration towards Grandpa Smith disappearing as Zecora’s explanation put everything into perspective. “He really must believe he’s failed in protecting his own family cause they’re gone.”

“There’s not much we can do for untreated trauma that runs so deep, only just leaving him be and letting him weep,” Zecora sighed with a shrug. “I can’t exactly try and help a stallion heal when he’s trying and failing to kick my ass, and acting like zebras are a lower class.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame you,” Butterscotch agreed, and the two kept walking this time in silence for a few moments before he looked at Zecora. “I’m really selfish aren’t I? I didn’t even bother to ask if Applejack was okay, only expressing that I had little faith in him.”

“You didn’t have to ask right away, not when you already saw for yourself that he chose to stay,” Zecora pointed out. “But to answer your worry, Applejack did cry the night before so hard that his vision got blurry. He eventually fell asleep peacefully with me in the bed, though as you can see he needs a lot of sleep to help clear his head.”

“And…?” Butterscotch whispered.

“And not only does he not regret having chosen to leave the farm, but he was never truly happy there until he fell for my charm,” Zecora spoke, feeling a tinge of self-aware arrogance as he smirked a little. Something he didn’t want Grandpa Smith to see, as while he wasn’t half as evil as the old coot claimed him to be, he understood the green stallion’s outrage at most of the Elements of Harmony including his grandson giving up their passions and dreams for some fat zebra dick. Butterscotch blushed as Zecora took his forehoof off his shoulders, and the yellow pegasus extended one wing to rest on the zebra’s back. His heart fluttered as he felt truly at ease from what Zecora had to say. Applejack was truly committed to the herd, and wanted to be with them very much. Zecora then turned to his yellow femcolt. “How was work at the School, hopefully your day was a lot more cool?”

“It went about as well as you’d expect from teaching several classes with a few breaks in between,” Butterscotch admitted. “The students paid attention, did their assignments, and it’s pretty heartwarming to see them take to the experiences of kindness in real time. But that’s pretty much the best of it. While I had a great time teaching and everything, I missed you a lot.”

“Isn’t that sweet, so this walk was a nice treat,” Zecora closed his eyes briefly as they kept walking, humming as he felt the soothing touch of Butterscotch’s wing moving up and down. As he felt Butterscotch’s wing tap him briefly, Zecora’s eyes flashed open as he looked at the yellow pegasus. “Yes my love?”

“When was the last time you…” Butterscotch blushed as he moved his wing down to the striped stallion’s firm and muscular rump, patting there briefly before returning to moving his wing around his back. Zecora chuckled a little as he took a deep breath, his exhale temporarily pushing back the stress of Applejack’s family heartache before he smiled at the fat-flanked pegasus of his.

“During the shower before we broke the news, so in the early evening of the night we experienced the blues,” Zecora admitted, watching as Butterscotch gasped and placed his wing over his lips.

“So you haven’t plapped any of us all morning?!” Butterscotch exclaimed as he moved his wing away from his muzzle. “Why didn’t you come to my cottage to take care of your needs?”

“Because I didn’t want Applejack to wake up alone, though perhaps that he should considering he might need time to relax from his tense tone,” Zecora realized, though his heart flickered and hunger raced through his body as he knew instinctively why Butterscotch had become his favorite of the herd. No matter what was happening in their lives, Butterscotch was the most consistent in making sure the zebra stallion’s needs were met in one way or another. A powerful paragon of masculinity and domination always deserved a set of cheeks and ponut to meet his needs, and Zecora saw a very thick tree that reminded him of the tree he pounded Applejack. Trotting ahead of Butterscotch and standing beside the tree of choice, Zecora stood on his hind legs as he rested a forehoof against the tree trunk. “Well why don’t you treat me to one of your famous wingjobs and help me unwind? That, or using those fat cheeks of yours to give my big dick a nice grind~”

“Yes, Master,” Butterscotch fluttered his eyelashes at the bigger zebra stallion as he galloped over to meet the zebra stallion where he was. Zecora moved off the tree trunk briefly so that he could sit down in front of it and lay his back against the bark, taking a deep breath as he savored the hypnotic show of Butterscotch looking at him seductively with his green eyes and saying his absurdly fat butterfly-marked cheeks. Zecora looked at the butterflies moving around them, and smelling the sickly sweet pine of the forest as he savored both the fact that they were outdoors and the fact that they were alone in their sacred privacy at the same time. Applejack would need comfort too, and after their time together, Zecora planned on suggesting to his beloved that he should try his hoof at romancing Applejack properly. His hunch was that it would certainly help in a way that would be even better than just him domming Applejack, giving the orange stallion far more purpose.

Butterscotch laid down in front of Zecora, his muzzle at level with Zecora’s dick as he opened up his feathery soft wings from his sides and brought them to the zebra’s hard cock. The same shade as his zebra stripes, reminding Butterscotch of the striped stallion’s superiority as a powerful and equally eloquent zebra, the yellow pegasus shuddered as he inhaled the air around it and felt the undoing hit him like a loud gong in his desperate horny brain. The stresses that plagued him deeply whenever he wasn’t around Zecora were but a thing of the past, something that never would’ve occurred with Rainbow Blitz alone. Something that they needed for their relationship to not only survive, but thrive, underneath Zecora’s proper direction and leadership.

The musky masculine scent drove the femcolt’s heart pounding like thunder, and his ears flickered with the sounds of nature around him that spoke to his cutie marks. Butterscotch leaned forward and pulled his wings away, even though he realistically could’ve gotten off just smelling Zecora all day, and stuck his tongue out as he moved his tongue from the base close to his balls all the way up from the top where the tip was. Butterscotch sighed and then hummed into the experience, wondering why any of his stresses mattered more than this. This moment, where the world was immersive in deep carnal pleasure and emotional release, was what mattered as any alternate reality that didn’t benefit him slipped away into the mist of simultaneous calm and euphoria. Warm mushiness took over as replacement for his thoughts as he submitted to the Zebra God, closing his eyes as he peppered kisses up and down Zecora’s length several times before moving his head back to the tip and smothering the cock with his mouth. Moving down his mouth till he managed to feel the balls against his lips, Butterscotch was relieved that the potion he normally took every morning for his throat had lasted into the next day, otherwise he would’ve felt instant soreness at such a thick appendage intruding in his throat. Instead, the intense sensation was deeply pleasurable and hitting all the right spots in his body and mind.

“Enjoying yourself quite quickly I can see, it’s very easy to see that this surrender is ironically setting yourself free~” Zecora chuckled as he watched Butterscotch slowly lift his mouth up from the base all the way back up to the tip, the slowness being the foreplay and the teasing before he would crash back down in utter bliss and submission. Butterscotch did so, moaning along the way back down as his ass twitched in deep pleasure as drool fell down Zecora’s balls while the yellow pegasus’ eyes rolled to the back of his head. Zecora watched as Butterscotch, trained and an expert at this, quickly recovered and moved his head back up before slamming it back down several times. Zecora laughed as he continued. “Whatever happened to this being a wingjob, Butterscotch?”

Butterscotch’s eyes widened with realization as he pulled his mouth away and blushed as he looked away.

“Sorry, Master,” Butterscotch stammered. “But as soon as I got a whiff of you, I needed to get a taste.”

“Well any hungry sub would’ve done the same things, though I would love to see what a wingjob brings~” Zecora assured Butterscotch, too interested in properly relaxing to actually scold the yellow pegasus for his blatant disobedience. He brought his wings back to Zecora’s now slickened length, staring at the delightfully tempting pillar of zebra meat as he moved his soft wings up and down vigorously. His blowjob warmup would help a lot in bringing Zecora close, though his teasing nature won out as he teased Zecora a few times by slowing his pace at times and then speeding it up. Eventually, Zecora’s soft relaxation from the stress of the evening before shifted into impatience and then intense energy from his switch’s insolence. With Butterscotch being manipulative at times, it didn’t take a genius to realize that he had relaxed the zebra of his prior worries only to spur him on to jump the pegasus.

“Why don’t you move aside and see how it's done?” Zecora huffed as Butterscotch giggled and moved away, remembering the sweet lovemaking they had in Canterlot. While they did end up doing that more often, something they’d grown to love, sometimes the two just simply wanted to fuck and play each other’s game. Butterscotch stood back up on all four hooves as he turned away and moved his cotton candy pink tail to the side as he swayed his fat pastel yellow cheeks side to side, showing off his enticing dark yellow ponut as Zecora pressed his forehoof inside to see that it was still lubed up from the magical potion Butterscotch had used the night before. Snorting with satisfaction, Zecora mounted the yellow femcolt as he moaned from feeling the zebra’s dick tip firmly pressed against his backdoor. Butterscotch took a deep breath but did so quickly as he knew once Zecora got started, the zebra stallion would absolutely destroy him. Biting his lip and shuddering in bliss, Butterscotch did so at the same time that Zecora slammed his entire length in one fell swoop and caused the femcolt switch to bray a loud feminine moan to the sky.

Birds flew in Butterscotch’s wake, and Zecora snorted again with amusement as he pulled most of his length out and slammed back in. His weighty zebra balls smacked Butterscotch’s pathetic and inferior balls, and the yellow pegasus savored the utter submission he was subjected to. He got to have plenty of domination, arguably more than submitting, with Rainbow Blitz and Elusive. But sometimes he just wanted to be owned, to be happily used, and that’s what Butterscotch was experiencing as Zecora absolutely smashed his p-spot to bits. His heart soared as Zecora fucked him relentlessly, meaning that the feminine yellow femcolt couldn’t stop moaning loudly and causing the forest animals to scatter elsewhere. He’d have to apologize later to them, though in the meantime, he didn’t care so long as no ponies walked in on them. One massive thrust hitting the p-spot perfectly, and Butterscotch’s vision blacked out into beautiful stars as he came without his dick being so much as touched. Blushing deeply, his heart blossoming at being the receiving end for Zecora taking it out on him, Butterscotch felt his pitiful seed leaving his body and landing in the grass as his consciousness held on for dear life. Zecora grunted, hilted himself deep into his butterfly subby switch’s fat fluffy cheeks as he sighed with each generous rope of seed that filled Butterscotch’s backdoor. Butterscotch hummed happily into the surging warm sensation that delighted his mind and body to no end, as well as the heavy weight of Zecora’s muscular body draped over him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Butterscotch cooed as Zecora’s orgasm slowly came to a close, looking over his shoulder as the big zebra stud pulled his cock out and dismounted the pegasus. “We could go at this till sunset…”

“But you know that we’ve got more important matters,” Zecora reminded the yellow pegasus with a swat of his tail against Butterscotch’s butterfly cutie mark before trotting back in the direction that they came from. “So let’s skip the unnecessary chatters. Applejack spoke to me about a wing-type threeway you and Blitz had with him, but you’ve never ended up stuffing him to the brim. Or even touching him again since that day, even watching him enter the carnal fray. What was your angle approaching him in regards to being there, in a way that is honest and fair?”

“Well,” Butterscotch gulped, blushing as he thought about everything. With his beloved sluts working on the house with the help of the crew, Butterscotch knew he wasn’t going to get a better chance to develop a closer relationship with the once muscular farmpony. Though considering the circumstances, Butterscotch knew he would have to go about this much more carefully then he did with Rainbow Blitz or Elusive. Taking a deep breath, as they neared the hut where Applejack was, Butterscotch spoke his thoughts.

“After comforting him, I’m going to spend time with him and then try to seduce him.”