//------------------------------// // Butter-rape // Story: The Misadventures of Scotch, Blitz and Jack // by articunos bitch //------------------------------// Butterscotch opened the door to see Lyra Heartstrings looking tearful and heart broken. She threw herself at him, wrapping her front hooves around his withers and started wailing. “Why me!? Why-y-y meee?” Butterscotch instinctively reeled back dragging her with him and tried to pull her off. She stood on her own hinds but kept her head next to his as he guided her to the couch. Lyra threw herself down and screamed into the pillow flaying her hooves wildly. Butterscotch thinking she just needed some time asked if she needed anything. “Tea, coffee?” He whispered, “Whiskey?” “Ohhh, just hold me.” She jumped from his couch and wrapped herself around him again this time nearly cutting off his breath. “Of all the worst possible things… I can’t go on Butterscotch! Maybe I should kill myself. Or more likely just quit my job and stay home eating cake and watching my fat ass grow. How could this happen to me Butterscotch!? How? Ho-o-o-www…” Cradling her head in his hooves he spoke softly. “Oh Lyra. You’re an absolute wreck. Now just sit down and calmly tell me what happened? Take your time.” He guided her back to sit upright on the couch, or rather before she fell to her side staring at him in desperation. She blurted out, “I didn’t get any action during estruses. And now…I need it. Help me Butterscotch. Please. Whaaa. You’re the only one I can turn to. I have no-pony at all.” Butterscotch flustered, looked around for an escape and nervously tapped his hooves. “Um, I’m not entirely I understand what you want…” “Butterscotch, you are a stallion. I am a mare. I want you to rut me.” She calmed down and spoke softly. “You can do this, and a big part of you wants to. You’ll just be doing a favor for a friend. And I promise to make it worth your time. Now and again later. Many times.” She gave him a look he only saw couples give each other before they ran off. “Um, you want me to…With you? I can’t Lyra. I-“ He was cut off by her hoof in his mouth as she jumped from the couch and lay kisses on his neck. As he tried backing away again she held onto him. “C’mon Butterscotch,” her voice now playful and her hooves dancing over the floor as if to herd him. He backed into the wall but she moved to his side guiding him up the stairs. “I don’t bite too hard... And as a mare, if I don’t get this…I am going to be a horrible pony until it happens... You know what it’s like.” He words were punctuated by her unwanted kisses. He tried to talk back but couldn’t process everything at once. He felt himself falling backwards, onto his bed? “LYRA!” She jumped back from his sudden outburst. Then looked down to see himself fully exposed to her advances before he twisting around and righting his body. “What has gotten into you? I barely know you, and this would be my first time-“ “Hoorah! I can teach you!” “And I don’t even look at you that way.” “I can blindfold you if that’s what you want,” she suggested pulling the case off one of his pillows. “Get out Lyra. I’m not going to do that with you. Not today.” “Fine. I’ll be back tomorrow. But before I go, would you do Bon-Bon if she was here?” She asked turning around and stepping down the stairs. Butterscotch climbed off his bed and went to follow her, noticing how she swung her hips as she walked. “What does Bon-Bon have to do with this?” Another voice spoke out as he came into sight of the living room. “Because I said she couldn’t do it. And I was right.” “For now.” Lyra teased. “Bon-Bon!?” Butterscotch shouted. She was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. She must have been hiding outside the whole time. (this is how burglaries work) “What are YOU doing in my house? And what do you mean she couldn't do it?” “I bet she couldn't seduce you. And I was right. You’re the one stallion too timid for her. Next time she’ll be much more patient.” His mouth dropped open. “Nope. I just won’t give him the opportunity to say no next time. And close your mouth Scotch. Only mare’s can have it hanging open like that and make it sexy. And guess what Bony? It would have been his first time.” Bon-Bon dropped to the floor in a fit of giggles. Butterscotch was flabbergasted at Lyra’s crude speech and Bon-Bon’s joy at his…choice to be a faithful mate bothered him. “Oh, you poor thing.” She managed to say between chuckles. “Just think of all the mares missing out on you. You’re a horrible pony if you think about it like that. I call dibs on your first!” “You are horrible ponies! How can you live with your selves?” Lyra answered, “It’s not too hard. Unlike you.” Scotch became aware that she wasn’t looking him in the eye and was gazing elsewhere on his body. A whimper escaped him as he lay flat on the ground again. “And you’re right. We’re trying to seduce you for our own gain when we never considered what you need. So we should be punished! How are you going to punish us?“ “Out! Both of you out! This talk is over!” Lyra opened the door and both mares walked out each giving him a sultry look. Scotch slammed the door behind them and slumped down on the couch. (terrific. now two of the most socially active mares in town are trying to seduce me for a bet! now every-one is going to know i won't touch them, or worse that i did) He couldn't even find the humor to feel flattered. He did have a special some-pony in mind, but he couldn’t approach her just yet. He needed the courage, or kick in the plot from Rainbow Blitz. (fat chance). Blitz would laugh at his crush. Blitz would drop hints when the two of them were near each other. Blitz might have already moved on her, otherwise Scotch might have already spoken to her. Putting a pot of tea onto the stove he thought this would be a funny story to tell her and start a conversation. (maybe some good could come out of this) he chuckled to himself.