Saddle Up, 2024

by Some Leech

Butterscotch and Bubble Berry

Previous Chapter

Hearing raucous cheers and a din of voices, Butterscotch slowed. He’d long since gotten over his fear of coming into town, having befriended everypony in Ponyville over the years, yet the sound of a crowd, regardless of the exact circumstances, never failed to put his nerves on edge. He turned and glanced over his shoulder, back at the bridge he’d just crossed that led into town, then closed his eyes, slowly exhaled, and continued onward.

“Scotch!” a voice blared, causing him to start and setting his hair on end.

In a blink, faster than what should have been possible, a blur of pink charged him. He’d known what was coming, realizing he was about to get tackled or possibly even knocked over, yet the affectionate assault struck with blinding speed. Nearly driven off his hooves, he only barely managed to remain upright as he was embraced by one of his oldest, most cherished friends.

“I’m so, so, so glad you came!” Bubble Berry bleated, burying his face in Butterscotch’s neck. Backing away as quickly as he struck, he conspiratorially squinted up and at the buttery yellow pegasus’ face. “You weren’t gonna chicken out ~ were you?”

“I - um…” Butterscotch murmured. Sensing his cheeks darken, he averted his gaze.

Lying to anypony, not the least of which being Bubble, would be a fruitless endeavor. Everypony who’d ever met him quickly realized how bashful he was, and he’d long since learned to deal with that immutable, if not slightly embarrassing fact. As Bubble leaned over to look him in the face, the corners of his lips turned up.

Smiling broadly, Bubble inched closer. “What’s that? Is that a smile?! Don’t tell me somepony is happy to be here?!”

I…I am,” Butterscotch relented.

He’d spoken the truth, he was excited to attend the event, yet the nature of the occasion had him extraordinarily anxious. While he wasn’t ashamed of his sexual preferences, he’d never once, not a single time in his life, partaken in any pride festivities - that was, until today. After years and years of polite requests from his fellow Elements of Harmony, and outright begging from Bubble, tentatively agreed to take part in the celebration of acceptance.

Taking a step back and opening his mouth, fully intent on thanking his friend for the invitation, Butterscotch felt the breath hitch in his throat. Bubble was the same as he’d always been, having a poofy pink mane and tail, being only slightly pudgy, and happy-go-lucky as all get-out, although it was what he was wearing that gave him a moment for pause. As he looked his companion over, his mouth went dry.

Ponies didn’t normally wear anything whatsoever, excluding the smallest accessories or accouterments, yet Bubble was done up from head to hoof. Wearing a matching top and booty shorts, each yellow with blue highlights, earrings, and a bracelet of rainbow beads, the stallion was completely decked out. As if the attire wasn’t jarring enough, the party pony of renown had a pride flag painted on one cheek.

“Ya like it?” Bubble excitedly asked, tapping a forehoof to the side of his face. “There’s a super-duper cool stallion giving them out around the corner! If you want one, I’m sure he’d love to paint you up!”

Butterscotch shied back, only then realizing the egregious miscalculation he’d made. Pride events were a momentous occasion, a time when stallions and mares gleefully cut loose and embraced their sexuality, so it stood to reason that they flaunt their romantic preferences. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became - the more uneasy he became, the more it dawned on him that he’d likely end up being the odd pony out.

Taking Butterscotch by the forehoof, Bubble turned and pulled his friend along. “C’mon! If we hurry up, there might not be a line!”

O…ok,” Butterscotch wheezed.

As he was let deeper into town and towards all the commotion, his heart and thoughts began to race. He didn’t want to say this was a mistake, but the mere idea of being around so many excited, loud stallions was stressful - worse still, he hadn’t worn anything for the occasion. Hauled around a corner and closer to the town square, he dug his hooves into the earth and stiffened.

Everypony - everypony in attendance had something to commemorate the occasion. Be it something as subtle as a pin, face paint, or even exceedingly flamboyant flags or feather bolas, the stallions and mares who’d gathered were more colorful than ever! Butterscotch could and had dealt with plenty of hairy situations in his life, although this was too much - way, way too much.

Fighting against Bubble’s grip, he sighed and hung his head. “I’m…I think I should go.”

Bubble whipped around and stared at him, aghast by the proclamation. “B…but why?!”

“It’s just…” Butterscotch trialed off as he pinched the bridge of his snout. “I’ll stand out like a sore hoof…”

“I mean, yeah!” Bubble guffawed. “Just look at you! Those bangs, that pretty face of yours, and those big, juicy flanks! Scotch, you won’t just stand out, you’ll be the center of attention!”

Butterscotch opened his mouth and held up a hoof, fully prepared to insist he didn’t want to be picked on by the other gay stallions in town, but he remained still and silent. It was true that he was a bit gifted in the caboose department, and he was also regularly complimented on his luscious mane, although that didn’t mean ponies would like how he looked ~ did it? With a startled squeak, he glanced over as Bubble shot to his side.

“Like, ok,” Bubble giggled while shamelessly pawing at Butterscotch’s hindquarters, “have you seen these?! Scotch, I swear, if stallions actually knew how naughty you could be, you’d be limping around the animal sanctuary all the time!”

T…that’s not true,” Butterscotch weakly stammered.

He was immeasurably grateful that Bubble wasn’t able to see his pucker excitedly winking and seizing upon itself. Though he wouldn’t openly admit it, it was the worst kept secret in Ponyville that he was a total butt slut - to the point where, coincidentally enough, he’d rutted his brains out on his favorite sex-toy the night prior! He pinned his tail and brushed a lock of hair away from his face while keeping his hooves crossed that his blush wasn’t as bad as he thought it was.

With a sly grin splitting his muzzle, Bubble leaned in. “If it’s not, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about by showing your face.”

Understanding Bubble as well as he did, Butterscotch shudderingly exhaled. “Ok, but I m…might not stay for that long. As long as -”

“Woo-hoo!” Bubble whooped as he threw a forehoof into the air. Scampering around, he pressed himself to Butterscotch’s side and led the way. “We are gonna have so much fun!”

As he trotted along, gradually moving past stallions and mares alike, Butterscotch risked the periodic glance around himself. It looked like everypony was having a good time chatting, dancing, or simply goofing around, and seeing them all brought a genuine smile to his face. He constantly had to remind himself that he didn’t have anything to worry about by being around others, only being seen as a hero and a respected member of the community in general, but it was hard at times.

Slowing by a small queue that led to a stand, presumably for the pony doing body painting, Bubble whipped around to face Butterscotch. “So what are you gonna get? A flag? Maybe a peace symbol? Or - Oh!” he chirped. Shooting forward, he caressed his friend’s flank. “Maybe a little sign that says ‘wide load’…”

“B…Bubble,” Butterscotch cawed, shifting his rear away from the overly-energetic stallion, “I c…could never do that!”

Bubble nodded sagely and rubbed his chin. “You’re right…” he mumbled. Without any warning whatsoever, he reared onto his hind hooves, rested his chest against Butterscotch’s haunch, and prized his friend’s buns apart. “You should have ‘size queen’ put on this bad colt!”

Squeaking in surprise, Butterscotch peeked over his shoulder as his rump was put on full display. Having his backside shown off in such a brazen fashion would have been mortifying enough, but it was the fact that his pucker was clearly visible to anypony and everypony who so much as looked in his direction that petrified him. With hushed whispers and snickers creeping to his ears, he gulped.

Oh buck - oh no! His unexpected bit of exhibitionism, paired with Bubble’s bombastic nature and utter lack of shame, turned a great many eyes upon him. Some stallions smiled, others eyed him hungrily, and a couple cat-called or whistled at him, although they all had one thing in common. Hanging beneath the studs gathered around were a myriad of rapidly hardening stallionhoods.

Butterscotch’s mind went haywire as his eyes darted from one pair of tented shorts to the next. They weren’t getting worked up just because of him ~ were they? His booty wasn’t that tempting ~ was it? Grappling with the unexpected and wildly sinful circumstances, he went wide-eyed when Bubble spread his cavernous hole.

“Good enough to eat!” Bubble exclaimed.

“Since you offered…” an unmistakable voice proclaimed.

Peeking past his tail, Butterscotch watched a familiar figure approaching him from the rear. Rainbow Blitz, the Element of Loyalty and one of her oldest friends, trotted forward while hungrily licking his lips. Though they’d grown up in Cloudsdale together, and had known each other since they were colts, there were several crucial differences between himself and the cocky, cocky flier - chief amongst which being Blitz was a very assertive top.

“Nothing like kicking off a party with a bang!” Bubble shouted. Peering over to Butterscotch’s face, he cocked his head. “You don’t mind ~ do you?”

“I…” Butterscotch croaked. This was a pivotal moment, one that could mark him walking away with his innocence intact or diving into the depravity that most pride events eventually shifted into, and he wasn’t going to miss out on the fun - not again. Timidly nodding before he could second-guess his impulsiveness, he gave the green light. “N…not at a…all…”

“Heck yeah!” Bubble cheered. “Happy pride month, everypony!”

Blitz was too excited to wait or was looking to put on a show - in either case, he dived in and started making out with Butterscotch’s behind like it was the last meal he’d ever eat. The enthused muttering of the crowd grew louder as they drew closer. Regardless of how the event had started, things had quickly taken a bawdy turn.

Butterscotch stifled a pleased groan while he unwittingly bucked back against Blitz’s muzzle. It was hardly the first time they’d fooled around, and it most certainly wouldn’t be the last, but that was exactly why his reluctance was being eclipsed by his libido. With his eyelids fluttering, he blinked when a big, pink rump swung in front of his face.

“Wanna warm me up?” Bubble cheerfully asked.

To Tartarus with it - ponies were probably going to end up getting frisky at some point or another, so he may as well help lead the way. Resting one forehoof on Bubble’s hip, he closed his eyes and kissed his way up to his friend’s entrance. As he gradually succumbed to his libido, already looking forward to what Blitz had to offer, his inhibitions waned.

Though he couldn’t easily see what the gathering was up to, he could sure as heck hear that he wasn’t the only one having fun. Soft moans, sinful promises, and muted gags crept to his ears while he dragged his tongue over Bubble’s hole. Had somepony told him he’d end up getting frisky in front of an audience, he would have shaken his head in disbelief - nevertheless, in spite of his meek nature, that’s precisely what had ended up happening.

Pulling back with a soft pop, Blitz licked his lips and stepped to the side. “Move over, Bubble.”

“Okey-dokey!” Bubble joyfully replied.

Butterscotch turned his eyes to the ground, crestfallen and a bit confused as to why Blitz had only rimmed him for such a short period of time, although his spirits lifted when he looked up and watched the prismatic-maned stud trot up from his side. Swinging beneath his friend was a turgid, deep-blue length that made his mouth water. His booty had been an appetizer, and now he was going to get an opening course of his own.

Grinning from ear to ear, coming to a stop between Butterscotch and Bubble, Blitz waved the stallions forward. “Don’t be so darn shy, Scotch! If you do a good enough job at warming me up, I might just do that thing you like…”

The promise of that thing he liked, essentially having his ass jackhammered at the speed of sound, would have been enough to inspire Butterscotch to do anything the prismatic stud wanted, although an unexpected element quickly entered the mix. Dipping his head and going to show Blitz’s dick some love, too turned on to care about the audience, he was greeted by Bubble’s smiling face. He’d never done anything naughty in public, nor had he ever had a threesome, but those weren’t enough to stop him from some tandem cock-worship.

While he’d fully intended on licking Blitz’s length by his lonesome, the idea of doing it with a friend was thrilling - in fact, it was enough to make him snicker. Shuffling forward, he all but made out with Bubble around the well-hung pegasus’ shaft. The taste of sweat dancing on his tongue, the smell of musk, the sensation of velvety flesh against his lips - they were all incredible and made all the sweeter by having a friend to enjoy them with him.

Having seen a few pictures in dirty magazines about a trio of stallions having a fling together, he had a pretty good idea of how he must have looked. Two stallions worshiping a third was hotter than all get-out, and the spectators were enwrapt by the show. Cheered on and lavished with praise, he confidently flagged his tail and gave his tush a little shake.

“Woah woah woah!” Blitz hummed, causing Butterscotch to withdraw and peak a brow. “Don’t know what you’re thinking, pal, but he’s mine.”

Butterscotch turned his head and discovered a stallion undressing behind him. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the intrepid pony had been moments from mounting him, although Blitz had made it clear that he wasn’t going to settle for sloppy seconds. With a wing gently pressed to the back of his head, was forced lower to the ground.

Stepping over Butterscotch’s head, Blitz leveled his length at the soft-spoken stallion’s face. “Here ya go…”

Butterscotch extended his tongue as Blitz slid into his opening muzzle. A part of him wanted to stop, to canter back to the solitude of his house, but a larger, far stronger part of him was enthralled. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined doing something so audacious - still, he’d crossed a line, and there was no turning back.

Cracking one eye open, he noticed Bubble was in the same situation as himself. Sucking one stallion off while a second fondled his package from behind, the vibrant earth pony was in his element. Snapping from his stupor with a stifled gag, he relaxed his throat when Blitz started thrusting.

The face-fucking he received wasn’t the roughest Blitz had ever given him, although it definitely wasn’t what he’d call tender. Plunging in and out of his gullet, the girthy length choked him of air and made his eyes water - that being said, to say he was turned on would be an understatement. His stallionhood ached as it leaked drops of pre-cum do the ground beneath him, and he swiftly reached a point where he’d kill for some relief himself.

Seconds stretched into minutes and longer still while Blitz bucked harder and faster. Though he was in no position to complain, he hoped he wasn’t going to end up getting a messy facial or load pumped down his throat - not because he wouldn’t enjoy it, but because he’d much rather get bred properly. When he began flexing his groin and beating his dick against his belly, his best and only way to get any stimulation without using his wings, a harsh laugh came from above.

Stepping back and hauling his length free, Blitz shook his head and chuckled. “Jeez - I knew you were horny, trotting around and showing yourself off like that, but I didn’t know you had it that bad,” he teased. As he trotted around Butterscotch, he motioned with a wing. “Bubble, keep his mouth busy for me!”

Moments from asking what the request meant, Butterscotch watched Bubble creep out from beneath the stallion he’d been blowing, hop over to him, and lean forward. While a weight settled on his back, and a pair of forelegs locked over his ample hips, his heart pounded in his chest. Leaning in and closing his eyes, he locked lips with Bubble as they were both mounted and plowed.

The passionate kiss was the perfect accompaniment for the thick stallionhood pistoning in and out of his upturned tush, a note of sweetness against the intensity of being rutted. Softly moaning into Bubble’s snout, he was driven forward and back and Blitz’s thrust. Of the small hoofful of ponies he’d ever had sex with, the one atop him was by far his favorite.

Blitz knew exactly what he liked, and he wasn’t afraid to show him a good time. Giving as good as he got, he tightened his pucker to milk the stud’s length. At the rate things were going, he wasn’t going to be able to last long. As his eyes rolled back, the grip on his hips tightened.

Just gotta…” Blitz mumbled, slowing and repositioning himself ever so slightly.

The moment Blitz launched his full assault, rutting him at a breakneck pace, he came. Jizz sailed from his pulsing length, spattering the street under him and even painting his belly. It was a phenomenal climax, easily one of the strongest he could remember having, and he didn’t share it alone. Bubble howled into his muzzle, quaking from head to toe as he was driven past the threshold right alongside him.

Lightheaded from the incredible orgasm, he locked his hind legs while Blitz went all out. One small drawback to being screwed so vigorously was that it often took a toll on both parties, and this time was no exception. After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, he sensed the stallionhood in his depths pulse and flare.

B…buck,” Blitz growled, shuddering as waves of seed surged through his shaft and into Butterscotch. Heaving air into his chest, he caught his breath, dismounted, and gave his friend’s rump a playful smack. “Alright, colts, now you can have your turn with him!”

Butterscotch had barely recovered from his rapture when a second stallion hopped up and took Blitz’ place. Bubble was in the same boat as he was, his stud jumping off as soon as he’d finished while a second stallion got ready to get a piece of the action. Smiling anxiously, he giggled alongside his friend.

“Best pride event ever?” Bubble expectantly pressed.

Giving a faint nod, Butterscotch met Bubble’s eyes. “B…best pride event ever…”

He must have looked terrible, disheveled and railed out while a queue of ponies lined up to get their dicks wet with him, but that wasn’t important - what was important was that he’d stepped outside his comfort zone and was having fun doing so. Maybe he’d end up being bolder because of this, or perhaps he’d fall back to his old, sheepish ways - regardless of what the results would be, he was glad Bubble had invited him. Summoning his strength and bucking back to meet her newest stud’s thrusts, he wondered just how many ponies were going to have their way with him…