//------------------------------// // A few Quick Visits // Story: The Misadventures of Scotch, Blitz and Jack // by articunos bitch //------------------------------// Applejack pushed the door open hearing the delightful jingle of the bell atop the entrance. Looking around he heard the songlike voice he was looking for. “Welcome to Carousel Boutique. Where everything is chic, unique, and magnifque.” Spotting him she smiled even brighter. “And pleased to have such wonderful company. What can I do for you dearest Applejack?” She battered her eyelashes for effect. “Ah just stopped by t’ admire a few gemstones. You got a trio of diamonds by any chance?” “I have diamonds in my workroom.” She turned around towards the back. “Hold it missy! That’s exactly what Ah’m lookin’ fer!” He leaped to her side and lay his hoof on her left flank. She blushed. “Darling, I’m flattered, but the shop’s still open.” “And Ah should be getting’ back to the farm. What’s yer point?” “Applejack, your either pulling us away from our responsibilities or teasing me. Neither is a proper way to treat a lady.” She scolded him, but her smile told him the opposite. “Na you just calm down my lady,” he walked around her, dragging his tail across her nose. “I’m gonna take my time and make yer real happy Ah stopped by.” Rarity felt his teeth nibble on her earlobe, her eyes slammed shut and her knees gave way. They had not crossed that line yet, not that they hadn’t talked and dreamed about it. “Applejack,” she said but did not hear the light jingle of the bell announcing a patron. “I’ve got you now!” She wrapped him in a field of magic and slammed him against the floor. Pouncing with her front hooves beside his head she leaned to give him a deep aggressive kiss. For some reason he tasted like cinnamon. She ground her needy hips into his to “wake the giant.” (this is what life is made for. Kissing, caressing, holding a lover in your hooves-) Her thoughts were derailed by a squeal. Rarity looked to the door and saw Butterscotch, Applebloom and her own sister staring at the two of them in disbelief. “Hi girls. What can we do for you?” She stood still and unknowingly used her sultry seductive Voice to confuse the filly’s even more. “Please get this crazy mare off me. She’s trying t’ kill me!” Rarity backpedaled until she nearly knocked over a ponyquien. “Wh-what? That’s not true!” He rolled over and climbed to his feet. “Ah came stopped by fer a quick visit. An’ you think I’m just here fer ya body. Rares, you got a lot of growin’ up to do.” He adjusted his hat, walked past their on-lookers and out the door. Applebloom and Sweetie Belle turned to Rarity in utter confusion, while Butterscotch looked in disbelief. He could only imagine how Applejack would pay for that, maybe he would just take the fall next time. Rarity stared after her boyfriend in embarrassment. “Um, well, girls-“ “By the way Rarity, I want to invite you to dinner at the farm Friday night. Mac’s finally gonna let everyone else meet his mystery girl.” Applejack peeked his head back inside the shop for his announcement and left again. “Yes Applejack. I would love to meet his mystery girl,” she muttered to herself. “Um, how was school Sweetie? Applebloom?” “It was swell. We get to work together on a science project and Mr. Butterscotch offered to walk us home.” Applebloom explained. “We’re going up to the guest room to ‘scheme’ what we’re doing.” Sweetie Belle ran past her sister and up the stairs with Applebloom hot on her heels. “Those girls do too much scheming if you ask me. How have you been Butterscotch. How was the reading club last night?” Looking her straight in the eye and raised his voice, “You know what Rarity, this town gets stranger EVERY day. I’m starting to think Twilight was right; everypony in this town is ca-razy! You could build a barbed wire fence around city limits, call it an asylum and no-one would know!” He left for home leaving a bamboozled Rarity to wonder why he would say that. (didn’t the four ponies who were just here prove his point?) “Yes, but I am not crazy. Am I?” “Sis, who are you talking to?” Sweetie Belle called from upstairs. “Um, nobody dear.” ** ** ** (earlier) Butterscotch held Cherrilee’s copy of Daring Do and the Endless Wastes on his lap as he sat with his back against the wall of the school house. Tapping his hooves he waited nervously for the last bell of the day to ring thinking. (scootaloo, why did you have to act out yesterday? i could have asked her out if she didn’t spend so much time lecturing you. but you’re a kid i guess and boys will be boys. or girls in this case) He wasn’t really upset, besides he got another chance to see her now. He jumped when he heard the bell ring and a dozen children rang past him; home, to the playground, anywhere to get away from class. Standing up and straightening his mane out he walked through the open door to see Cheerilee talking to two of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. “No girls. Fission reactions are not appropriate for your age group. Neither is Agent Orange.” Sweetie Belle and Applebloom bowed their heads. “Most children your age would get excited about something simpler for a science fair. Try something with magnets.” Both girls were silent for a second. “Okay Cheerilee. We’ll think of sumptin’.” “You girls are very creative. I have faith in you.” They turned around and galloped out the door, saying hi to him along the way. “Hello Butterscotch. Oh, you do have it!” She reached out and took her book from him. “Thank you so much. I appreciate it. Really I do.” Cheers could be heard coming from the schoolyard. “Um, thank you. Say, Cheerilee, I was wondering-“ “Oh and don’t bother closing the door on your way out. I’m leaving in a few anyway. Scootaloo is going to the dentist and she’s afraid she may need braces. She hated hearing that.” “Oh I know. I needed them on my top teeth for three years. As if being a weak flier wasn’t bad enough I got picked on for that too.” “I hope her mother can talk her into accepting it. She is beautiful now but can be so much more.” “Uh-hu. Cheerilee, did you hear about the new museum wing opening in Las Pegasis next month?” “Yes. Do you know what it will be about?” she asked politely. “Um, I hear buffalo tribes were consulted about it. Maybe it will have south-eastern history.” “That sounds fun.” Her eyes glazed over. “When do you plan on seeing it?” (this is it! don’t blow it)“I was hoping to go opening day. Would you like to join me?” His knees knocked together in anticipation, one way or another this would be over soon. “I would love to go with you!” She said brightly. “Who else is joining us?” The cheering in the yard grew louder. “Uhh, uhhh,” (think, think, think, think! that’s it!) “Twilight might want to join us…” “Lovely. It’s a date. I look forward… Just what are those kids so loud about?” Stepping from her cushion she and Butterscotch walked outside to see a gaggle of foals surrounding something by the edge of the trees. “I swear if there’s a fight…” Butterscotch took off and glided over the school children. They were crowding a pair of grey rabbits and yelling at them. Swooping down into the middle of them he stretched his wings to give the animals their space. Looking around he saw the kids back away but kept their eye near his feet. (oh my…) The doe was resting on her belly while the buck had his front legs around her haunches and was making an unmistakable humping motion. He couldn’t help but stare at them for a second before turning on the children and shooing them away and saw Cheerilee approaching the crowd as well. “What’s going on here? Twist, what happened?” “Um…” Scotch shooed the rabbits into the forest where they would not be interrupted anymore. His face was flustered and he turned around seeing at least the Cutie Mark Crusaders avoided the whole scene, but they were coming over to ask questions. He fluttered to Cheerilee, “How would you feel if I walked the Crusaders home? I could stop them from investigating for a while…” “Butterscotch, that would be wonderful. Scootaloo is already on her way home, so thank you.” She turned back to the voyeurs and continued calming them down while Scotch guided her most curious students away. “We’re going to my sisters’ house until my mom and dad get home from work.” Sweetie Belles told him. “Wha’ was that about Mr. Butterscotch?” Applebloom asked. “Oh nothing too important. So tell me about this science fair.” “Scootaloo didn’t want to join us, but it’s gonna be great!” Sweetie Bell squeaked. “We wanted to do something big but everything we come up with is ‘too controversial’. That’s what Ms. Cheerilee said.” “She’s only watching out for you. She doesn’t want you to be exposed to something you not ready for.” Applebloom suddenly gasped, the way her hinds and volume jumped reminded Butterscotch of Pinkie Pie. “Ah just had the best idea ever! A mass driver!” Sweetie Bell might have paused for dramatic effect, or just to process what she said. “What’s a ‘mass driver’?” Butterscotch heard the phrase from Rainbow a few months ago and had a sinking feeling what was coming next. “Scoots told me ‘bout it a while ago. It uses magnets to push masses down a track and when they come out the end-“ she clapped her hooves together in a sliding motion. “It can go hundreds of meters a second. We could even build a small one for the fair!” Sweetie Belle squeaked again. “That IS a good idea!” The two of them took off for Carousel Boutique leaving Butterscotch to sigh. (there is NO way this can end well) ** ** ** Finally getting home Butterscotch opened the door to see he had been burglarized, again. A certain cream colored earth pony who took a fancy to breaking into his home was lying on his living room floor with a pair of fake wings wrapped around her. What’s more she wasn’t cream colored anymore but now she was khaki and had various shades of grey in her mane. “Hey Big Boy. I hear you like reading Daring Do.” She stood up and turned away from him, just noticeably bending over. “So maybe you have a thing for middle aged archeology professors. Hmm?” Bending her head further down she pulled her tail up exposing herself to him. “Out! Get out of my house! You too Lyra! Wherever you are!” A pink coated, blue maned “alicorn” walk out from his bed room and gave him a sultry smile. She looked a lot more like Rainbow Blitz’s mother than he wanted to admit. “Maybe you just have a thing for middle aged pegasi? I saw a mirror, I think I do too. Hehe.” She stood on her hinds, taking her turn exposing herself to him. “Both of you, get out of my home! Now.” He pointed a hoof at the door and tapped another while his suitors walked past, both brushing their tails against his face. “Before we go Scotch, what’s this I hear about a special mare of yours?” Bon-Bon asked. (oh no. i know blitz wouldn’t tell, but am i so obvious they know too?) “What special mare?” “Tell us about this young, what’s her name? Cloudkicker?” Butterscotch’s stress level spiked with her last word. “What?” He asked without shyness, humor and with a good deal of suppressed anger. Lyra filled him in, “I heard you have a house guest who has been sleeping in your bed. She skipped town for two months and left Blossomforth with the rent which she couldn’t pay on her own. Blossomforth moved in with her boyfriend Thunderlane, and you got Cloudkicker. And I was just in that bedroom. No-one’s had sex there, ever. I should know. So what gives?” “SHUT UP!” During Lyra’s speech infuriated Butterscotch, he simply exploded. Not in impatience like he was famous in Canterlot for, and not out of the wounded pride he laid onto Rarity and Pinkie after learning to be assertive. This was more akin to the righteous anger he felt when some dragon hurt his friends and he needed to stand up for them. Only this time he would have more than happy to start throwing punches and kicks and storm off. “Both of you just shut the hell up! You don’t know ANYTHING that’s going on! Don’t pretend you know Cloudkicker, you don’t! You can harass me all you want and I’ll turn the other cheek, but the moment you drag her into this I will knock half your teeth out, each. I never want either of you to bother her,” grabbing both their manes he pulled their faces towards his. “Do you understand me?” His voice dripped with venom. “Yes!” they answered. “Yeah.” Butterscotch released them both, they stumbled backwards and shook their manes, looking at him with confusion and fear. “What are you waiting for? Get outta here!” They ran pell-mell back their own home and he went upstairs to draw a bath. With vanilla scented bubbles, he and Kicker both liked vanilla. He cancelled his massage at the spa with Rarity that morning to return Cheerilee’s book, but he really needed to relax anyway. Grabbing a towel he was about to drop his hoof into the tub when he heard a board creak downstairs. Looking over than banister he saw a purple coat and blonde mane looking to the floor. She must have just gotten back from work. “You okay?” he called. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She looked to him smiling but he knew her body language too well. And her eyes were bloodshot. Pulling the towel over his shoulder he tossed it down to her. “I drew you a bath.” “Oh, no. I can’t. I can’t…” even though she picked the towel off the ground. “Sweet Apple Acres makes you work up a sweat, especially running on that cider press all day. Go on. I’ll scrub your back if you want.” “Okay. ” Cloudkicker walked up the stairs, climbed into the bath on her back and let the bubbles wash over her. Sighing contently she stretched her wings and rolled onto her belly. “How much did you hear?” he asked soaping up the wash cloth. “Mainly voices. My name came up a few times, and you threatened to knock their teeth out.” she recited slowly while adjusting her wings to give him better access to under her wings. “That was no threat.” “You scared me a bit.” “I scared myself too. But we’ve been scared worse, right?” He gave her the cloth again and motioned that he was leaving. “I guess we have.” She gave a melancholy sigh and closed her eyes. Rebuilding her life has been far from easy, but she knew she was blessed to have a friend as kind as Butterscotch by her side.