Author's Note

Contains: Drug use, poppers, gooning, a sexually repressed Butterscotch getting freed, and a brewing addiction.

Day 12 - Drug/Chemical (Butterscotch/Discord)

Butterscotch was never one to snoop.

It was a nasty little habit that he usually couldn’t abide by, the slim yellow pegasus figuring that he wouldn’t want anyone poking through his stuff. Though, they’d be hard pressed to find anything particularly scandalous from Butterscotch, as he was far more boring and vanilla than any stallion he knew.

But, when Discord left his pocket dimension open while out causing mischief around town with Rainbow Blitz and Bubble Berry, the urge to snoop only seemed to grow more and more apparent. A niggling feeling quickly growing to a burning urge.

Discord’s pocket dimension was currently sparse, just a bed for when he wasn’t in the mood to snake his way into Butterscotch’s own, a mirror to satiate his more narcissistic desires, a few books on friendship that Dusk Shine had gifted him, and the small nightstand that Discord used to hold said books.

It wasn’t anything Butterscotch hadn’t seen before in his visits

What did attract his attention, however, was the bottle that sat atop the nightstand. A tiny little glass bottle labeled ‘Dissy’s Special Stuff’, easily palmable even in Butterscotch’s dainty hands, but too opaque to see what was within.

And leaning against it, in Discord’s trademark chicken scratch handwriting, read: “Sniff me~ <3”

Butterscotch rolled his eyes. The note was cute, but this was clearly one of Discord’s pranks. Even while out having fun with his friends, he still found time to try and make Butterscotch’s life more… chaotic.

And he had to admit, the mystery was pretty enticing. He picked up the bottle, confirming that its contents were liquid with a small shake. It was sealed with a safety twist-off cap, keeping both the liquid and the seemingly important scent from leaking out.

Popping it open and bringing it to his nose, Butterscotch was taken aback by the first whiff of a heady chemical scent that made his eyes water and his nose scrunch. He wrenched the bottle away from his face, reeling from the overwhelming scent.

But his brain grew a bit fuzzy as the effects of the smell finally hit it, Butterscotch breathing out a huff as the need for another huff quickly grew along with a heavy heat.

He didn’t hesitate to lift the bottle right back to his nose again, taking in a deep breath while his free hand traced the outline of the bulge in his pants. The effects were almost immediate, the stallion’s brain fogging over even more than before as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He began to pant needily as both the heat and his desire grew too much for him to handle.

He needed to strip.

He needed to stroke.

He needed to huff.

Night had long since fallen by the time Discord finally made his way home. Elated from a day that had gone far better than he’d planned, he wasted no time in approaching the door to his pocket dimension that he’d ‘accidentally’ left open for Butterscotch to find.

Taking a peek inside, the draconequus was positively delighted with what he saw.

Hunched in front of the mirror, legs spread wide and mouth agape as he took in every inch of his own body, a completely nude Butterscotch masturbated feverishly while letting out moans far lewder than Discord would ever expect from him. His feminine hand wrapped around his large cock, rapidly sliding up and down the precum slick rod as the usually reserved pegasus made a mess all over himself with it. His other hand gripped a small bottle of what Discord knew to be the most potent poppers his chaos could muster, occasionally bringing it up to his nose to huff and make sure his brain stayed as fried as it was.

While Butterscotch stopped being able to smell anything but chemicals hours ago, Discord could certainly smell masculine stench that overpowered the room. His shy little Butterscotch had been sweating and stroking for so long that the scent of his musk had permeated the entirety of Discord’s pocket dimension.

And Butterscotch showed no signs of slowing, turning to look at Discord with glassy eyes as drool leaked from his mouth. A large, dumb grin pulled across his face, leaning back to display his fat cock as his hips bucked up into his fist.

As he watched Butterscotch fuck his own fist, lewdly enjoying being on display without any humiliation, or perhaps because of it, Discord felt his own shaft swelling up quickly.

Perhaps he and Butterscotch could share a bottle…