Frosted Stallion Buns

“Mm, I love being covered in mud.”

The unicorn stallion Elusive was slowly lowered by the spa ponies into the dark matter below. The thick, squishy substance rose over his hooves, up his legs and stopped just underneath his collar bone. The cool temperature made him shiver for just a second, but his body quickly acclimated to the change in temperature. Enjoying the sensation of the mud against his spotless white coat, he let out a complacent sigh and leaned against the edge of the marble pool. With two cucumber slices resting on his closed eyes the suitmaker hadn’t a care in the world at the moment.

“This was a wonderful idea, Elusive.” A soft voice called to Elusive. Just a few hooves away, a yellow pegasus in a similar pool of mud turned toward his unicorn friend. “After all the stress we went through in Canterlot, I’m glad you decided to have our usual spa day early.”

“We needed it, Butterscotch.” Elusive replied, turning blindly toward the sound of his friend’s voice. “I had already anticipated that we would bear a mountain of stress in making preparations for Gleaming Shield and Prince Bolero’s wedding. Facing a surprise attack from King Carapace and his Changeling army? That, I did not see coming.”

“It sure was scary.” Butterscotch’s head lowered into his shoulders as he thought back to the frightful day. The usually regal and brimming Canterlot had been brought to mayhem as the black scaly Changelings blotted out the sky, attacking the residents left and right. He’d felt his heart racing more than ever as he’d galloped alongside his friends, hurrying desperately to find the elements of harmony in the hopes of stopping the attack.

“It certainly was. Nonetheless, I think you and I fought rather bravely that day.”

“Really? You think so?”

“Well of course, old sport! I don’t remember it in detail, since I was so busy fighting off the vile things myself. I do remember catching a glimpse of you holding your own quite well. You’re much stronger than you give yourself credit for, Butters.” The corners of Butterscotch’s lips turned up in a humble smile from the praise of his friend. “Of course, all that fighting seemed to have taken its toll on us. I don’t know about you, but after a day spent fighting for our lives and a night filled with dancing at the reception, my body was quite worn out.”

Butterscotch giggled gently. “I thought we were going to have to drag you out of bed onto the train this morning!”

“As did I! In fact, I think Spines was ready to try and carry me herself, bless her scales. At any rate, a day at the spa was just what you and I needed after such a stressful weekend.”

“It was nice though, I mean, after Gleaming Shield and Bolero got rid of the Changelings.” Butterscotch let out a sigh of admiration as his thoughts drifted back to the altar that day. “I’d never met Gleaming Shield or Prince Bolero before, but when I saw them at the altar, I was so impressed with the connection I saw between them. If it weren’t for the love they shared, they might not have had the strength their magic needed to cast out Carapace and the Changelings. Isn’t that just the sweetest thing in the world?” He asked, his yellow wings rising up, dripping with mud into the pool surrounding him.

Love… The word stuck out like a cowlick in Elusive’s mind. Though he couldn’t immediately remember, there had been an important topic related to love in the past few days. He slowly retraced the events in reverse order throughout the weekend. They had just gotten back from the wedding in Canterlot, and before that had attended the lovely reception before Bolero and Gleaming had left in their carriage. They had fought off the Changeling army, seen that King Carapace had been posing as Bolero all along while the real one was locked up in the caves. They’d spent the whole day previously making wedding arrangements while ignoring Dusk Shine’s accusations that his soon to be brother in law was “evil” (even though he would actually turn out to be right later on). Before the whole mess had started, they’d been enjoying a picnic out in the undeveloped grasslands of Ponyville, exchanging stories about what each of them had been doing during their week.

“Oh, that’s right!” Elusive exclaimed, sitting up at once so fast that the cucumbers flew off his eyes and sank to the other side of the pool. A frightened Butterscotch pulled his wings back against his sides. “Your date! With Big Macareina! I’d meant to ask you about that at the picnic, before Spines told us about the wedding, and we found ourselves swept up in preparations for the big event. How did that go?”

“Oh, right.” Butterscotch replied timidly. “Um, it was… nice.” Butterscotch’s eyes averted down from Elusive’s to the floor space between their pools. “I showed up early just like Applejack said, a-and I spent a few minutes in the living room with Grandpa Smith. He was a little protective of Macareina, but he was nice to me, for the most part.” Elusive nodded respectively as Butterscotch struggled to relay the events of his night with Macareina. “We went to that fancy restaurant that you recommended. I didn’t really eat much more than a small salad, but Macareina ate a whole lot. She even ordered a giant pie and sundae for dessert.”

Elusive giggled with a bit of a snort. “Well, I’m not surprised. A mare like herself must work up quite an appetite from all that time spent lugging around such a heavy plow most days. You did pay for her meal, didn’t you?”

“I… tried to.” The stallion admitted timidly, yielding a worried reaction from Elusive. “I remember you telling me that a gentlecolt always pays for a lady’s meal, and I kept asking her to let me pay, but she just put her bits on the table no matter what I said.”

“Oh, goodness me.” Elusive groaned, his eyes rolling to the side in frustration. It seemed for all his and their friends efforts, Butterscotch was always going to be the softest, most frail stallion in Ponyville. Though he treasured his friendship with the pegasus, he did sometimes wish for all the world that he could reach into Butterscotch and forcibly tear out whatever it was that was holding his confidence back.

Upon reflection, letting Macareina pay for herself wasn’t the worst thing in the world. He’d known Applejack and the rest of his family were proud farmers, and didn’t like to take handouts from nopony. He wondered if they might have liked to overcompensate, in an effort to prove that they weren’t the type of farmers who lived in poverty. Elusive took a breath to compose himself and looked back toward Butterscotch.

“Fair enough, can’t be helped I suppose. So, you had dinner with her, then what happened?”

“Then, um, we went to the Sparkling Seahorse pond for a nightly stroll. We didn’t really say much, but we still enjoyed each other’s company.” Butterscotch's eyes suddenly lit up and his eyes opened wide with excitement. “Oh! We saw a pair of bunnies cuddling up to each other in the bushes! They were so cute. I told Mac that they looked like a couple, and that they looked so sweet together. Then she giggled and said I was a sweetheart, and then she… um, kissed me.”

Elusive lifted his hooves to his face, absolutely giddy with the news of his friends date. “Butterscotch, I’m impressed! That’s quite a step for a pony who has such trouble with his shyness. Well done!” As he clopped his white hooves together, a shade of pink accompanied the smile forming on Butterscotch’s cheeks. “So then, what happened next? Did you take her back home to the farm?”

“I… yes.” Butterscotch replied, smiling brightly. A bit too brightly for Elusive’s taste. The unicorn leaned in and inspected the features of his friends face, paying particular attention to his eyes. “Um, Elusive?”

“There’s something you aren’t telling me.” Elusive said, with an accusatory tone. “Something else happened before you dropped her off for the night. But what?” Elusive gasped, and his pupils dilated as the turning gears of his mind clicked into place. “No way.”

“No way, what?” Butterscotch asked cluelessly.

“Get. Out!” Elusive said, leaning even further out of his pool, the upper half of his body dripping against the blue tile of the floor between them. “Did you two have sex!?” Butterscotch’s widened eyes averted from Elusive once again, turning to the side and locking onto something outside of Elusive’s vision. The unicorn turned his head and felt his chest tighten as he saw a blue Earth pony looking in their direction.

“How are ve doing, gentlecolts?” The stallion asked, a wide grin on his face as he approached the two ponies in their respective mud baths. “Iz der anything I can do for you at ze moment? Perhaps a refreshment of some sort?”

“No-no thank you, Lotae.” Elusive stammered. The knowledge that the spa attendant had heard such a crude outburst of his made the unicorn’s cheeks burn with embarrassment. “We’re fine. Thank you for checking on us.”

“It iz my pleasure, sir. You two visit us so often, you are like family to us. Vell, I shall let you two relax then.” Lotae’s lips pursed as he suppressed the urge to laugh. “Enjoy yourselves!”

Once the stallion trotted off, with a rather humored expression on his face, Elusive leaned back in toward Butterscotch. “Now, Butterscotch, I understand completely if you’d rather not discuss such private matters. It would be quite rude for me to intrude on you and Macereina’s ‘activities’ after all.”

“Thank you Elusive.” Butterscotch nodded appreciatively. “I’m glad you understand.”

“However, if you DO want to talk to me about it, please feel free to open up to me if you need to.”

“I-I will. Thank you.”

“I mean it, chap, anything at all.” Elusive insisted, leaning over the side of his tub so that he was just a hoof away from Butterscotch’s face. “I don’t know what your experience with other mares is—I’d imagine not much, since you hardly spend time with anypony else besides myself and the others—so if you’re confused on the matter, or need any tips for future endeavors, just let me know.”

Butterscotch nodded, and with his hoof on the unicorn’s nose, gently pushed his head back to his own side. “Thank you Elusive.”

A cloud of silence hung in the air over the two stallions as they continued to wallow in the comfort of the thick mud surrounding them. Butterscotch’s chest rose and fell with a large breath of air, as a sense of peace returned to his fragile nerves.

“Was it enjoyable at least?” Elusive’s voice yanked the sense of peace away from Butterscotch. The eyes of the pegasus opened up halfway as his patience for his friends curiosity slowly began to diminish. “Because while I’m usually not attracted to tall mares, I’d think one of her build would provide for quite a fun romp in the hay—figuratively speaking mind you.” Butterscotch’s left eye began to twitch unconsciously as Elusive droned on. “All that apple bucking she does would probably build up quite a bit of strength in those hips. And with strong hips, well, that’s certainly going to-!”

“Nothing happened!” Butterscotch exclaimed, albeit rather weakly, as his head rose from the mud. “It almost did, but it didn’t, okay?” Butterscotch’s chin dripped with mud as his closed mouth clenched, his eyes locked in a heated glare at Elusive. The unicorn looked rather shaken from his friends outburst. Seeing his fearful expression snapped Butterscotch from his anger and a sense of fear took its place in an instant. “I’m sorry,” he said, quickly reining himself back in.

“It’s alright, chap, just—well, I’m a little confused is all. What do you mean when you say it almost happened? What stopped it?”

Butterscotch’s thoughts drifted back to that night. He and Macareina had completed all of their planned events for the night, so Butterscotch had walked her back home to Sweet Apple Acres. He’d thought it would be a simple matter of taking her to the front door, kissing her goodnight, and then making his own way back to his cottage. Passing by the large barn adjacent to her house though, Macareina had other plans. She’d playfully nudged him to the barn, pushing him inside and locking the door behind them to insure they weren’t intruded upon.

Macareina pulled Butterscotch into a pile of hay and stared lustfully into his eyes. The pegasus had begun to tremble fearfully from her aggression, signaling her to dial it down a bit. She apologized quickly, saying that she was just feeling a bit antsy at the moment. She’d enjoyed his company so much that evening, she wanted to try and persuade him to let the night continue on for just a little while longer.

Butterscotch took a moment to admire Macarena's features again. She had a type of beauty that was unique among mares in Ponyville. Her mane was a short and bright carrot orange, hanging just over her sap green eyes. A small collection of freckles were peppered across her apple red cheeks, like little kisses from the rays of the sun she spent so much time working under. Her structure was vastly different from most mares, her chest and shoulders sturdy and toned with muscles, but still slender in a feminine way. Her legs were something Butterscotch found himself acutely drawn to, toned to match her frame, and impressively long. They made her taller than any mare he’d ever seen, even somewhat taller than most stallions as well. Butterscotch felt lucky that such a beautifully unique mare like Macareina would want to spend time with a timid stallion like him.

Feeling a bit more at ease, the pegasus agreed, asking what she had in mind. Macareina responded by leaning in and kissing him on the lips, more intensely than she’d done at the pond. Though his heart raced with tension, his nerves began to taper as her lips massaged his own. He’d enjoyed her company as well that evening. Macareina was a sweet mare, despite her great height and strength. Unlike many mares he’d known in his life, butterscotch felt surprisingly comfortable in her presence. He allowed his mouth to relax and invade his own, giving passage for her tongue to wiggle around within.

Butterscotch had never actually done this sort of thing with anypony else before, and his mind struggled to formulate what to do next. He remembered seeing other ponies doing this in the park, when they thought they were alone and nopony was around to see them. Butterscotch forced his forelegs to move around Macareina, brushing them across her brilliant orange mane, and down the red coat of her back. His hoof rested near her tail for a few seconds, as he contemplated what to do next. Feeling a rare spark of adventure, Butterscotch ventured lower, and squeezed a hooffull of her toned and muscular buttocks.

His efforts were rewarded with a lustful moan from Macareina into his mouth. She repositioned her hindlegs to straddle one of Butterscotch’s and pushed down on it. He could feel a warm dampness soaking the yellow fur of his leg as her weight bore down on top of it. It took him a few seconds to put things together, but it eventually clicked. Though he’d never actually been intimate with a mare before, he remembered learning what that wetness between their legs meant.

Macereina wanted him. She wanted something from him, something he was sure she didn’t ask from every stallion she met. A bothersome ache coursed through the void between her legs and she wanted Butterscotch to be the stallion to fill it for her.

There was a problem between the mare and stallion, however. Rather, it was the lack of something between them that was the problem. Despite the spot between Macareina’s legs working on overdrive, Butterscotch’s area on the other hoof was quite barren of any activity. Macareina continued to moan as she kissed him, tracing her own hooves down his front. She’d move her hoof against his belly, making him coo earnestly in kind, and then down between his legs in an effort to tickle his sheath awake. Despite her ministrations however, the curled up shaft tucked up within him remained unimpressively dormant. After a minute of trying, Macareina pulled herself from Butterscotch and looked down at his unresponsive crotch. She prodded at the region, giggling lightly.

“Think it might be broken there, little fella?” She asked, her hips twitching as she forced herself not to thrust in need.

“No!” Butterscotch exclaimed in a hushed voice. “Just- just give me a second!” Butterscotch tried to flex the muscles in that area to wake up his sleeping member. He reminded himself that he was with Macareina, a soul as quiet and gentle as his own, despite her towering height and impressive strength. He liked her so much and she was practically throwing herself at him right now. Why wasn’t it working?

Macareina repositioned her face over the dark gray flesh of Butterscotch’s balls. She moved her mouth in and managed to fit both of them into her maw with little trouble . She gave a display of impressive control, gently sucking on the round orbs as her tongue moved back and forth across them. Butterscotch breathed deeply at the sensation. It felt so soothing across his testes and it made his tummy tickle a bit. Despite the lovely feeling it gave him, it did little to make his erection sprout from its hiding place.

After a few minutes of no movement from Butterscotch’s length, Big Macareina gave up her ministrations. She stared at Butterscotch’s sheath and let out a notably frustrated huff in defeat. Butterscotch felt a great pain form in his chest as he looked at her disappointed face. Macareina had offered something special to him and he couldn’t do anything to accept it properly. He felt horrible; broken, incapable of doing anything right. A light whimper escaped his throat, and his vision became blurry as his eyes began to sting.

“Hey, come on now, don’t go blubberin.” Macareina said to him, quickly pulling herself up to meet him at eye level. She wrapped a red foreleg around his shoulders and pulled him into her chest, while he sobbed and hid his face from her in disgrace. “It’s no big deal, sugarcube. It happens sometimes. There there, I ain’t mad at ya. I promise.”

Similar to the way that Macareina’s hooves had held him tight in a gesture of comfort, the mud of the bath clung to his coat, providing a womb of safety and warmth. The sensation did little to take away the scar of humiliation that night left upon him. As Butterscotch searched for the right words to say to Elusive, he felt just as defeated as he’d been in that barn on Sweet Apple Acres.
“It just… didn’t happen, Elusive.” Butterscotch admitted apologetically.

Elusive’s brows furrowed as he looked upon the downtrodden expression his friend wore. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. He was usually so good at noticing when ponies were smitten with one another. For the past few months, he’d noticed several cues to tip him off as far as the attraction between the two ponies. Big Macareina was a strong silent mare, hardly uttering more than two words to ponies she wasn’t familiar or comfortable with. Though quite hardy for a mare, she was certainly the submissive and bashful type, sharing the same phobia as Butterscotch, though perhaps to a slightly lesser extent.

Elusive and Applejack had been quite surprised when they’d found the two ponies enjoying each other’s company underneath an apple tree, talking of the various critters Macareina had seen scurrying through their woods. The unicorn stallion had done some subtle investigating of his own, and worked out Butterscotch’s impressions of Applejack’s sister. Butterscotch had seemed to have his head in the clouds when he spoke of how infatuated he was that such a gentle mare could have such a burly, masculine figure with more strength than most stallions in Ponyville. He’d said he was a touch jealous of that kind of strength.

Musing over past events, Elusive’s mind locked onto something he’d never given much thought before. Though Macareina was a truly beautiful mare in her own regard, Elusive would be lying if he said that the way she carried herself didn’t resemble a stallion at times. Could it be that Butterscotch was more attracted to those stallion-like qualities of hers? Perhaps when the two had become intimate with one another, her natural femininity had made him somewhat uncomfortable? As his mind poured over the possibilities, he came closer and closer to reaching the most likely conclusion.

“Butterscotch,” Elusive began, steeling himself for what was to come. “I’m going to ask you a rather bold question.” Butterscotch turned to his unicorn friend, his head tilted with a puzzled look on his face. “I want you to know that I mean no offense even slightly, and I want you to answer me with the honest truth.”

“O-kay?” Butterscotch asked, his eyes darting from side to side, nerves rising in dread of what pressing question Elusive might ask him.

Elusive opened his mouth, but turned his head before he spoke to ensure that Lotae or Angio had not walked in to hear something more intimate than he wanted them to hear. Ensuring that they were alone, Elusive leaned in towards Butterscotch, just to be extra careful.

“Butterscotch… do you think you might be gay?”

Butterscotch’s mouth hung open, noticeably taken aback by the question he’d been asked. “No!” He said in soft defense. “I’m not, well, that, Elusive. I’m just really sensitive, and I get nervous around mares, that’s all.”

“I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, old sport. And I’m not saying that being sensitive or shy is a sign of one’s orientation. But really, give it some more thought. Are you absolutely sure that there’s no chance you might prefer stallions?” Butterscotch replied with an aggravated sigh. “Please, just try something for me. Imagine if Big Macareina were a stallion instead of a mare. Do you think that last night would have gone a bit differently if that were the case?”

Butterscotch took in the earnest expression apparent on Elusive’s face. Staring into his glossy eyes he realized at once that he was being defensive. It was a knee-jerk reaction that had been built in from being accused of such a thing relentlessly in flight school as a young colt. Butterscotch reminded himself that Elusive wasn’t one of those awful girls who’d mocked him for being klutzy, sensitive or timid. Elusive was for all intents and purposes only trying to help one of his dearest friends.

Butterscotch took a breath to regain his composure. Somewhat calm and collected, he decided to try his friends advice. He first pictured the form of the lovely mare Big Macareina . With her tall yet feminine form in his mind, he began to tweak her features one by one. He started with her legs, adding a bit more rounded muscle to the limbs. He moved up her form, and added some mass to her chest, also widening the span of her shoulder and collar. The width of her neck increased by an inch, and then her small rounded chin increased into a more stalwart, chiseled form. His hindquarters had some added bulk to them as well, and before he realized it, he was thinking of Macareina with a pair of dark, charcoal colored testicles swinging between his legs, just underneath a large round sheath.

Butterscotch’s body temperature grew hot without his notice as he kept the image of a genderbent Macareina prevalent in his mind. He went a step further, and recreated the images from their date, only with the new stallion in her place. He imagined a big, strong red stallion towering over him, and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek on the edge of Sparkling Seahorse pond. He, inviting him back to his barn and tossing him in the hay playfully as he straddled him seductively. Butterscotch would look down the barrel of his chest and see between his legs a large, neigh a gargantuan, black shaft dangling toward the ground, twitching with arousal. He would let his weight bare on top of Butterscotch and compress their erections between their stomachs as he continued to kiss him. Then, when Butterscotch found himself just as stiff as his strong lover, the stallion would spread his legs and work his rod towards his yellow butt cheeks.

“Butterscotch?” Elusive’s noble tone broke the pegasus from his sensual, homoerotic fantasy. He looked from side to side and saw that his yellow wings had grown quite stiff, standing out from the pool and dripping with mud from his feathers.

“Eep!” Butterscotch quickly dropped down in an effort to hide them, only succeeding in concealing the brunt of them, while the highest tips of them poked out just slightly. His movement directed his attention down to his legs. While his vision was completely obscured, he could no doubt feel the same tension his wings carried also apparent between his legs as his erection throbbed with desire.

“Elusive,” Butterscotch began, trying to regain his composure in haste. “I… think you might be onto something.”

“Oh?” Elusive asked, not doing well to hide the brashness in his voice. “So, you’re saying that…?”

Butterscotch closed his eyes and gulped audibly. “I’m gay.” He admitted disheartened.

Elusive’s eyes lit up like the most valuable of gems in his collection. “That’s wonderful! I’m so glad to hear you say that. Well done, old sport!” Though the unicorn was quite the picture of enthusiasm, Butterscotch felt a nagging pain in his chest. He’d denied it for so many years against those bullies at flight camp, claiming he wasn’t gay, that he was just a different kind of straight from them. Now it turned out those jerks had been right all along. Even though he knew it was best to be honest, part of him wished it wasn’t actually true.

“Butters? What’s wrong?” Elusive asked, leaning over the side of his tub and towards his heartbroken friend. “Oh, please don’t be upset. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. A pony can’t help who they’re attracted to, mare or stallion, pony or otherwise. Love and attraction doesn’t work as a simple matter of Rod A into Slot B, you know?” His words seemed to do little to ease the mind of his dismayed friend. “Oh come now, you can’t be so down in the dirt—well, mud—over things. You know, I’d be lying if I said I was completely straight myself.”

Hearing such a claim managed to win Butterscotch’s attention. “Really?” he asked curiously. “I thought you were interested in mares?”

“I am, primarily, but that doesn’t mean I don’t admire a handsome stallion either. I wouldn’t turn the love of my life away just because they have the same appendages I do.”

Butterscotch’s mind worked to grasp what Elusive had shared with him. Elusive had often spoke of the mares he found himself infatuated with, such as the infamous Princess Bluebell who’d crushed his dreams of a life of royalty at the Grand Galloping Gala. Knowing that Elusive was also somewhat interested in stallions made Butterscotch feel a bit more comfortable in his self-discovery. Managing to smile, he pulled himself up from the mud, now that his wings had long since settled down.

“Now we just need to find a good place for you to meet some dapper looking stallions.” Elusive said as he tapped his hoof to his chin. He looked down at his muddy hoof and realized in repulsion that he’d pushed the stuff onto his chin, and used the blue aura of his magic to flick it away. “I think Ponyville might have a bar for such stallions.”

“I don’t think I’d enjoy that.” Butterscotch said, waving his muddy hooves back and forth in protest.

“Oh don’t be silly! You and Macereina nearly made love to one another after one date! With that kind of cunning, you’ll have stallions fighting each other to get at you.”

“But, that’s not what I mean. I’ve never thought too much about how stuff like that works.”

“Stuff? What, you mean stallion sex?” Butterscotch’s ears flipped down against the side of his head in embarrassment. “Well, there’s a variety of ways you could go about it, sport. You could keep it simple, and use your hooves on one another. Or you could use your mouths, to spice things up. But if you really want to make things special, then posterior penetration is the way you want to go.”

“I know what they do, I just don’t—I can’t wrap my mind around, I…” Butterscotch struggled to push the words out of his throat properly. “Like, how do they do it? Do they just… put it in the other’s… bottom? And that feels good?”

As Butterscotch fussed over the details of his new discovery, Elusive remained silent, contemplating to himself. He was glad that he’d helped his friend come to terms with his sexuality, but it seemed the revelation had only brought a new set of problems in its wake. He’d known Butterscotch for quite some time, and understood that unless the pegasus had a reliable plan on how to approach a situation, he would not even attempt to endeavor in a new task. Elusive would have loved to explain how things of that nature worked, but he’d honestly never had relations with another stallion before, despite his curiosity. Butterscotch would need to converse with a stallion who’d had experience with the same sex before, and could give a reliable insight into the matter.

With a gasp, Elusive’s face brightened in joy as an idea struck him. He would have felt foolish for not thinking of such a thing sooner, had he not been so elated that he’d potentially found the answer to their dilemma. Butterscotch was in need of something to make him smile. And Elusive knew for certain the one stallion in Ponyville who would go to absurd lengths to make sure he gave a smile to those who needed it, be they stallion, mare, dragon or otherwise.

“Bubble Berry!” The unicorn shouted jubilantly.

“Bubble Berry?” Butterscotch asked inquisitively.

“Yes indeed, chap. That shindig stallion is the life of any get together in Ponyville, and energy like his gets attention from attendants of all sorts. Mares, stallions, cows, donkeys, you name it: Bubble Berry’s taken them to bed. Or table. Or floor, or whatever surface is immediately available at the time.” Butterscotch’s pupils dilated from the thought of one of his best friends doing all sorts of provocative things with a variety of creatures regardless of their sex or gender. “And I know that he’d be more than willing to give one of his best friends a little help with figuring out how stallion sex works.”

“Really? You don’t think that would make him uncomfortable?”

Elusive’s snout wrinkled up as he let out an unintentional snort, and then laughed hugely. “Oh my, that’s a funny one. The stallion hardly has any reservations about anything. I’m sure he’d actually love that somepony’s asking him about that sort of thing.”

“I guess you’re right.” Butterscotch reflected on the time he’d known Bubble Berry. The stallion had an impressively outgoing and spontaneous nature, saying whatever thought crossed his mind, regardless if it made sense or not. And he was so focused on staying upbeat and positive for those around him, Butterscotch didn’t see it in his nature to be judgemental of other ponies in any way. “But, I still feel really weird about asking him something so personal. I don’t know if I have the strength to do it.”

“Well, nopony’s forcing you, sport.” Elusive said, leaning back against the edge of the pool once again. His magic lit up to retrieve the cucumbers that had flown off of his eyes earlier, wiping them of the mud dripping off of them before her placed them back to their proper positions. “Just know that if you have a problem, it’s seldom reliable to hope it fixes itself. There are times when you need to pony up and put your best hoof forward. I won’t pry you anymore on the matter.”

With Elusive heaving a deep breath to let out the tension their discussion had built, Butterscotch leaned back and tried to do the same. But as one problem was dealt with, a new one rose to take its place. . He’d just realized he was attracted to stallions. Rather, it was something he’d known all along, but had tried to deny it in the hopes that he could find himself somewhat attracted to mares. Now that his attraction to stallions had become indisputable, he found himself even more confused than before. He’d known only the basic textbook facts about sex with mares, but sex with stallions? How on Earth did such a thing work? With such questions weighing on his mind, he found it harder and harder to relax in his pool of mud like his unicorn friend.

One of Ponyville’s most acclaimed locations was the town’s bakery, Sugarcube Corner. Topped with a bright pink cupcake and a dark brown roof resembling gingerbread, the establishment was one of the most recognizable landmarks in the small town. The owners of the bakery, Mr. Cupcake and Mrs. Carrot Cake, experienced a daily rush of ponies hungry for something sweet during regular lunch hours. Their oven went into overdrive quite often, working to cook up a variety of cakes, muffins, cookies and other delicious treats. The couple met the high traffic with plenty of smiles to spare, especially with their tenant Bubble Berry overjoyed to help them with their duties. With friendly customer service and quality products to sell, Sugarcube Corner was always the premiere place for a pony to satisfy their sweet tooth.

Even the most thriving of bakeries experienced a lull in business after lunch hours. The bakers usually took advantage of this time to wind down, stretch their legs and take a breath to prepare themselves for a possible crowd around dinner time. A timid and uneasy Butterscotch had decided this would be the best time for him to follow Elusive’s advice, concerning bubble Berry’s sexual endeavors.

Looking at Sugarcube Corner from the outside, Butterscotch felt his nerves clutching his chest. He found it hard to move his legs as he stood there, fretting over the best way to ask his friend the pressing question burning on his mind.

Excuse me, Bubble? I hope it’s not too much to ask, but do you think you could explain to me how gay sex works?

That sounded a little strange in his mind. He’d not even told Bubble that he was gay yet, so he might be confused as to why he was asking.

Bubble, there’s something I need to tell you. Elusive and I were at the spa the other day, and we discovered that I’m, well, gay, and…

That didn’t work either. The way it was set up, Bubble might think that he and Elusive had made the discovery by doing something provocative with each other. Even worse, Bubble might think that he was trying to come out specifically to him. Maybe he could find a way to ask more casually?

Hey, Bubble! Elusive told me you’ve had a ton of sex in your life, and-!

Butterscotch shook his head, clearing his mind of the worst option out of all of them. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t think of a good way to approach the situation. He felt the familiar urge to give up and return home, feed his animals, and remain in solitude until his friends were nice enough to find a reason for him to join them.

The thought suddenly annoyed him. He was always giving up because of fear, only stepping up if his friends were in peril, never for himself. Though he’d certainly gone overboard with his aggression in recent weeks, he still made it a point to hold onto his assertiveness lessons taught to him by the burly minotaur, Miss Steel Resolve.

Life doesn’t cater to those who are weak; charge boldly forward, take what you seek

Butterscotch rose his head up towards the sky and puffed his chest out. This would not be another stone left unturned. He had questions on his mind, and he wouldn’t let a silly thing like fear keep him from getting answers to them. With a fortified will, Butterscotch marched himself forward, and pushed through the doors of Sugarcube Corner.

Following the sound of a jingling bell from the movement of the door, Butterscotch’s nose was kissed with the sweet aroma that clung to the air. The scent of sugar, warm chocolate and spicy cinnamon filled his senses and helped to put him at ease. Butterscotch remembered that even though he loved visiting Sugarcube Corner, he was glad he didn’t live close by. If he did the scent would drive him crazy, and he’d visit every day until his body was flabby from eating so many wonderful treats.

“Hey there, Butterscotch!” The pegasus looked ahead to see a plump, cyan stallion in a white apron sweeping the floors of the bakery. “Welcome back to Ponyville! From we heard from Bubble Berry, you and the boys had quite a time in Canterlot, eh?”

Butterscotch giggled as he stepped toward the Earth pony. “We certainly did. It was a little scary, but I’m glad we all came through just fine. Oh, speaking of Bubble Berry, is he around at the moment?”

“He sure is, buddy. Helping out Carrot in the back. He turned his head toward the swinging double doors and called out toward them. “Hey, Bubble? You got a visitor!”

An excited gasp emanated from behind the doors. “A visitor!?” Somepony called out energetically. The wooden doors swung out with a vicious boom as a pink blur zoomed through them, halting to reveal the form of a happy Earth pony stallion. His bright pink coat and mane was covered in frosting and flour, along with other baking ingredients. Even his cutie mark of balloons was smudged out by a heap of thick white frosting. The stallion seemed oblivious to his messy state however, and was more occupied with the delight of the pegasus in front of him, apparent from the delighted smile on his face.

“Butterscotch!” the pony exclaimed, rushing toward him and giving him a tight hug. Butterscotch could feel the stickiness of the mess his friend was covered in rubbing against his yellow coat, but he paid it little mind. He was touched that Bubble was so happy to see him. He knew that his friends cherished his company as he did theirs, but it still felt wonderful to have a physical reminder of how much they valued him. As his front was smothered in frosting, a thin orange mare stepped through the doors and gasped at what she saw.

“Bubble, manners!” Mrs. Carrot Cake scolded him lightly. “You’re getting him all covered in frosting!”

“I am?” Bubble asked curiously. He pushed himself away from Butterscotch and looked down, noticing his yellow chest was indeed covered in the white, sugary substance. “Whoops! Sorry about that. I’ve been so busy, I guess I didn’t notice it!” He explained, dipping his head to Butterscotch’s chest. Before the pegasus could piece it together, he felt the wet sensation of Bubble Berry’s tongue against his fur. His heart leaped into his throat as he felt it drag upwards to the bottom of his neck, slurping off the bit of frosting stuck to his chest. The pink stallion smacked his lips a few times and then opened his mouth in a wide smile. “There you go, all gone!”

“Th-thanks, Bubble.” Butterscotch replied feebly. He felt his face burn as the ticklish sensation of his friends tongue lingered on his chest for a moment. Even though he knew Bubble hadn’t meant it to be intimate, he wasn’t used to being touched that way. That didn’t stop him from enjoying it even slightly though.

“Ooh, ooh, now do me!” Bubble exclaimed energetically, turning himself about to show off the side of his body, still covered in a hefty amount of frosting. “You’re sure to get a lot more than I did from you!”

Butterscotch’s ears flopped against his head. His eyes traveled across Bubble’s form, from his sturdy pink legs, to his toned balloon marked backside. Did Bubble really want him to lick every part of frosting off his body, with Mr. and Mrs. Cake watching? What if Bubble had somehow managed to get some frosting where he couldn’t see it, like between his legs? Would he want him to lick there too?

Bad thoughts, bad thoughts! Butterscotch chided himself, feeling a strong tingling sensation building between his legs.

“Ahem,” Mrs. Cake cleared her throat, snapping both of the stallions attention. Bubble Berry turned around to see the lanky mare holding a damp wash cloth between her teeth, and staring intently at the party stallion.

“Aw, poo.” Bubble frowned momentarily. “Oh well.” Grabbing the towel out of her mouth, he began to vigorously wipe himself clean. Butterscotch, still feeling the tickle underneath his haunches, slid his left hindleg subtly across his right, just in case his member decided to poke its head out unexpectedly. “There we go, all clean!” Bubble Berry shouted, his coat back to its spotless pink. He tossed the towel aside, and it flew miraculously over Mr. Cake’s head and into a bucket on the floor. “So, you wanted to talk to me Butterscotch?”

“Oh, yes please.” Butterscotch said, putting his leg back in place now that the sensation had vanished for the moment. “But, could we talk in private?”

“Okey dokey lokey!” Bubble Berry trotted behind the counter, fetching a large glass plate before reaching his hoof inside the glass display case. “Hey, Mr. Cake? Mind if I borrow some cookies for me and Butterscotch while we chat?”

“No problem, take as many as you like.” Mr. Cup Cake replied while continuing to sweep the floor. Bubble Berry lifted his head from the case with the plate balanced on his nose, carrying what looked to be a tiny mountain of cookies on top. He merrily trotted past Butterscotch, the plate perfectly balanced even with the speed of his pace, toward a table on the far side of the wall. Butterscotch followed suit, as Bubble flipped the plate off his nose and onto the table, without a single cookie flying away. The two stallions sat down, and Butterscotch reached for one of the cookies on top.

His teeth sunk into the light brown texture of the cookie, and his taste buds experienced a feeling of pure bliss. Just lightly crisp on the outside but soft at the center, the sweet taste of sugar and chocolate washed over his tongue. It was mostly cool from sitting at room temperature, but still just a hint warm. Butterscotch could whip up a nice batch of cookies himself at home, but he always thought the ones made at Sugarcube Corner put his to shame.

“So, what’s up, Buttercup?” Bubble Berry asked as Butterscotch took another chomp out of his cookie. The pegasus’s thoughts were yanked from the blissful joy of the cookie in his hoof, and returned to the purpose of his visit. Hastily chomping down the rest of his treat and swallowing, he felt his nerves creeping back up as he realized the approaching inevitability of what he needed to say.

“Well, Bubble, me and Elusive were at the spa yesterday…” As Butterscotch forced himself to speak, Bubble himself began to scarf down the plate of cookies at triple the rate the Butterscotch did. “And, we were talking about my, um, date with M-Macereina.”

“Oh, yeh! How did tha gah?” Bubble said with a mouthful of cookies.

“It was nice. We had a good time and everything, but we had a little trouble at the end of it.”

“Wha hoppen?”

“Well, we went into her barn yard, and we started to get, um… intimate.” Bubble Berry looked up, with a cookie in hoof. He offered an impressed whistle while wiggling his eyebrows.

“Whoa, Butterscotch, you dog! I told you that you’d have the mares chasing after you if you put yourself out there!”

“Yes, well, it um, didn’t really go that smoothly.”

“Really? How come?”

Butterscotch could feel his heart racing. It was now or never. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that Bubble Berry was his friend, and that he wouldn’t judge him for his orientation.

“Me and Elusive think…” He gulped and closed his eyes while Bubble Berry resumed chomping on his cookies. “I’m gay.” He admitted, forcing the words out of his throat.

Bubble looked up at Butterscotch’s eyes, with a cookie wedged between his teeth. His expression was blank from what Butterscotch could see, his eyelids blinking in succession a few times.

He’s freaking out. Butterscotch fretted internally. He doesn’t get it. Elusive said he was bi, but maybe he was wrong? This was a bad idea. Butterscotch could feel his eyes sting as fear began to well up in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

All at once, the corners of Bubble’s mouth turned up in a delighted smile. “Butterscotch, that’s wonderful!” He exclaimed, dropping the cookie from his mouth. He leapt across the table and wrapped Butterscotch up in an eager hug. “That’s a huge discovery to make! Ooh, I’m so proud of you. Thank you so much for telling me, buddy!” Butterscotch let out a sigh of relief as the tension subsided for a moment. “Well, now that you know you’re into stallions, you probably won’t have the same trouble you had with Macareina, right?”

Bubble Berry returned to what was left of his cookies. Just as quickly as his anticipation had died down, it came back with a vengeance. He still had more things to ask the party pony, things that he would have died if he’d had to ask anypony else.

“That’s the thing though, Bubble. I’ve never really thought about being with a stallion before, not in detail anyway. Elusive said you’ve been, um, quite ‘active’ with a lot of ponies in Ponyville. Both mares a-and stallions, right?”

“Yup yup yup!” Bubble Berry said, balancing the last of the cookies on his nose, before flicking it into the air and catching it in his mouth. “I think I’ve been with more mares than stallions, but had trouble keeping count after I did it with that one mare that had a ding-dong.” Butterscoth’s pupils shrank at the mental imagery of such an idea. “And then there was that one stallion who was in the process of becoming a mare. Oh, and that one mare who identified as a stallion. Yeah, kind of stopped caring by that point, I just knew if a pony and I liked each other well enough, well, why not enjoy ourselves as much as we could, you know?”

“Oh goodness.” Elusive had told Butterscotch of Bubble Berry’s sexual prowess, but not in such detail. “Well, that’s why I’m here, Bubble. I don’t really know how it works where two stallions, um…”

“Have sex?” Bubble asked, before licking the crumbs off of his plate. Butterscotch’s ears burned wildly, and he leapt across the table, pushing his hooves against Bubble’s mouth to keep him quiet. Butterscotch looked back toward the front counter, confirming that the Cakes weren’t there at the moment. Breathing a sigh of relief, the pegasus pulled his hooves away from his friend. “Hey, I didn’t know we were playing tag! You better not call tag backs, or else I’m gonna have to go find somepony else to play with us!”

“Bubble, I’m really nervous about this.” Butterscotch said, focusing Bubble’s attention back to the topic at hoof. “I don’t want the Cakes or anypony else to know about this until I get used to these feelings I have.”

“Get used to them?” Bubble asked inquisitively. No sooner had his head tilted in confusion, it immediately sprang up in realization. “Ah, I get it now! Elusive sent you over so I could help you figure out how stallions do it, right?”

“I-if you wouldn’t mind.” Butterscotch replied, feeling his cheeks once again burning. “If it’s something personal, I understand, you don’t have to-!”

“No way, silly!” Bubble assured him, reaching across the table to put a hoof on his shoulder. “I’d be more than happy to help you with something like that. But… hm.” He lifted a hoof and tapped his chin thoughtfully. “How to go about it. I mean, I could take a lot of time telling you in explicit detail, but you’re not really gonna learn anything until you try it yourself.”

“Try it myself?” Butterscotch asked inquisitively.

Bubble Berry’s face suddenly lit up with excitement. “Butterscotch! Do you want me to show you how it all works?”

“Sh-show me!?” Butterscotch stammered nervously. “I- what- what do you mean?”

“You’ve never had sex with a stallion before, and you want to know how it’s done, right? You want me to be your first?”

Butterscotch’s mind was suddenly flooded with a rush of images he’d never explored before. Images of him and Bubble, pressing their bodies to one another, both of their shafts fully erect and pressing against the other. Just a week ago, Macareina had offered him the chance to rut her, and just now he was being offered the same thing from Bubble Berry. For a stallion with a social phobia as strong as his, he sure was having an easy time of receiving sexual favors. Rigid with anxiousness at the moment though, he wasn’t sure if that was a threshold he was ready to cross with one of his best friends.

“I… I don’t know, Bubble.” Butterscotch said, his eyes darting back and forth from the stallion sitting across from him. “I’ve known you for such a long time, I just- what if it gets weird? I’ve never done this sort of thing before, I don’t know what I’m doing, what if I do something you don’t like and-?”

“Butters, hey come on, relax dude!” Bubble said, sitting up from his chair and prancing over to Butterscotch. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I just thought it might be a fun way for you to learn how stuff like that works. I mean, everypony has a first time, and that first time isn’t always super-duper perfect. I figure if you’re gonna have a practice partner, it might as well be sompeony who knows you really well, and won’t get weirded out by it.”

“You mean, you won’t freak out if I mess up really badly?”

“Pft, nah!” Bubble scoffed. “I’ve done a lot of stuff with different ponies, and it doesn’t always go perfectly every time. But even the silliest mistakes make for some fun stories afterward. Oh, oh, like this one time, me and Clover Jeb were going at it, and I was giving him a blowjob, and I don’t know if it was the cologne he was wearing, or maybe I had some pepper on my face, but I felt like I had to sneeze right when he was about to blow. And so I sneezed! And he blew! And so I got this big rush of cum in my mouth right when I was trying to breathe through my nose, and I accidentally sniffed it through my throat and it started gushing out my nose!”

Butterscotch stared at Bubble Berry somewhat horrified as he recounted his sexual misadventure with one of Applejack’s cows. “Oh goodness… didn’t that hurt?”

“Yeah, a little bit.” Bubble continued. “And Clover felt really bad about it, but I just thought it was so funny that it was dripping down my nose, I couldn’t stop laughing. I told him ‘Hey, you made me laugh so hard, milk came out of my nose!’ And that made him start laughing too, so it all kinda worked out for the best!”

A nervous laugh escaped Butterscotch as he listened to Bubble Berry’s tale. He felt more at ease knowing that the party pony had taken part in his share of sexual mishaps. Along with the knowledge that he always looked at everything with an impressive sense of optimism, that there was little that could ever put him off. If Butterscotch was going to have a less than perfect first time with somepony, it might as well be with a friend who wouldn’t be too harsh on his lack of experience.

“Okay, Bubble.” Butterscotch expressed composedly. “I’d be glad for you to be my first.”

“Atta’ boy!” Bubble said, patting his foreleg assuredly. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that the Cakes had left the front room some time ago, but had reappeared from upstairs. Each of them had a tiny foal on their backs, stirring slowly as they struggled to wake themselves from their afternoon slumber. Bubble Berry bounced his way toward the bottom of the stairs, waving to the foal on Mrs. Carrot Cakes back.

“Hey there, Poundy!” Bubble uttered in a soft and cheery tone. The infant filly turned her head toward the stallion, and her tiny mouth formed a knowing smile as she recognized him. Mrs. Cake turned toward Butterscotch, still fixed to his seat at the table.

“Butterscotch, we usually take the twins out to play at the Ponyville Schoolhouse, so they’ll be tuckered out when we reopen the shop later on. Would you like to join us?” Butterscotch winced as he racked his mind for a response.

“Actually, me and Butters are gonna stay behind.” Bubble interjected, catching Mrs. Cake’s attention. “We’re gonna have some fun up in my room!”

“Oh? What kind of fun?”

“Oh, you know, just… guy stuff.” Bubble Berry replied in a flimsy tone.

Mrs. Cake lifted an eyebrow as she studied the shifty stallion in front of her. She looked over her shoulder toward Butterscotch, who offered her a timid grin, before averting his eyes from her. Connecting their wary mannerisms in her mind, a cheeky smirk appeared across her face.

“Well then! Whatever you two decide to do is alright with me, as long as you leave the bakery intact.” The mare leaned in toward Bubble. “And be sure to wash your hooves when you’re finished, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!” Bubble replied earnestly, bringing his hoof to his head in a salute.

“Thank you.” She cleared her throat before walking toward the kitchen. “We’re just going to get these two little tykes fed, and then we’ll be off.”

With the two ponies and their children in the kitchen, Bubble Berry zipped away and returned in an instant. He put a clear bottle with a syringe at the top on the table in front of Butterscotch, as well as a piece of paper with written instructions on them.

“I’m gonna go see if they need any help feeding the twins. Follow those instructions exactly, and it’ll get us prepped for later, okay?” Before Butterscotch could utter any questions, Bubble Berry had zipped off once again, leaving a confused pegasus behind at the table. He turned his head to peer at the piece of paper, reading the words that Bubble had scribbled onto it earlier. His pupils shrank as they processed the words, and what they were telling him to do with that bottle right next to him.

“Oh… my…” Butterscotch murmured sheepishly, eyeing the syringe apprehensively. With a loud gulp, Butterscotch folded a wing around the bottle and carried it with him to the upstairs bathroom, his head low to the floor as he locked the door behind him. .

Butterscotch emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, his hindlegs stepping a bit awkwardly from the sensation still clinging to the center of his rump. He didn’t particularly enjoy what he had just gone through, and hoped Bubble wouldn’t ask him about it. Despite his discomfort, he at least took solace in the fact that things were a bit more tidied up for whatever Bubble had in mind for him. He made his way downstairs to see the Cakes fumbling with a pair of strollers, their foals neatly tucked away under the protective canopy over their heads.

“We’ll be back in about an hour.” Mr. Cake said, after his wife stepped out in front of him. “You’re welcome to some sweets, but leave enough for the customers later on. Have fun!”

The two ponies waved at the group, before the door was shut and locked from the outside.

“Okay, come on upstairs!” Bubble Berry urged Butterscotch, strutting past him and up the wooden stairs to his bedroom. Butterscotch had only seen the room a few times. A large space with a staircase of its own to an upper level, with the walls colored in a cheery yellow and blue. The area was swarmed with balloons, streamers, confetti and glitter of all sorts of colors. It seemed Bubble Berry always kept his room decorated for festivities, even when there wasn’t a party to be had. Or perhaps he kept it that way because he saw life itself as a never-ending party? It was difficult to ascertain the exact reasoning behind it. He and the others had learned long ago that finding logic behind Bubble Berry’s actions was a lost cause. Despite the stallions peculiar behavior, Butterscotch knew he only meant the best for everypony he interacted with.

“Gonna grab something real quick.” Bubble Berry said, prancing toward his closet. “Go lay on my bed, make yourself nice and comfy.”

Butterscotch stepped toward the small wooden frame against the wall. The sheets of Bubble’s bed was covered in a pattern of the same pink and yellow balloons that covered his flanks. Lifting himself onto its covers, he remained on his stomach. Butterscotch kept his eyes on Bubble as the stallion stuck his pink head within his closet.

With his head in the closet, Bubble’s heart was filled to burst with joy. He and the rest of the gang loved Butterscotch like a brother, but had always been concerned about his social anxiety. It was something they couldn’t put a pin on for what was obstructing him from being more outgoing. Now that the pegasus had learned something new about himself, he hoped this discovery might be a step towards a new, more confident Butterscotch. And he was thrilled that he’d allowed Bubble to help him explore his newfound attraction, before anypony else. Sure it wasn’t a contest by any means, but if it had been, it was a contest he’d definitely won. Then again, it was a win for everypony if it meant helping Butterscotch come out of the closet, and be more socially active at the same time. If he could just find that box with all the items for the occasion, he could get down to business with the pegasus on his bed. With his spirits high, his rear end swayed from side to side as he continued to search his closet.

Butterscotch felt a light stirring in his loins, and the tip of his member poked against Bubble’s bed. Part of him felt embarrassed, but it was a fleeting thought. He reminded himself that both Bubble and Elusive were more than accepting of Butterscotch’s self-discovery. The whole reason he was there on the bed was due because Bubble wanted to embrace his discovery in an exceptionally intimate way. Butterscotch allowed himself to smile, feel a newfound comfort in his lewd thoughts on Bubble Berry and stallions in general. While Butterscotch dwelled in his thoughts, Bubble Berry pushed a contraption with wheels out of his closet.

“Found it!” Bubble Berry cheered as he pushed the device toward the side of the bed.

“What on Earth is it?” Butterscotch asked softly.

“I call this my After-Party Box. This is what I use when I find friends who wanna party extra hard.” He kicked the side of it with his left hindleg and jumped up on the bed with Butterscotch, bouncing the pegasus up a foot in the air before he fell back in place with a thump. Gripping onto his place tightly, Butterscotch watched with interest as the large contraption in front of him opened, and unfolded, and opened some more. After a moment, he began to see a number of brightly colored objects all poking out from different areas within, the sight of them making his jaw drop.

The first objects that captured his attention were of course the objects shaped like penises. He would have had to be legally blind to not see those sticking out more so than the other objects. One of them resembled a stallion's penis remarkably (Butterscotch used his own penis for reference, having never seen another stallions up close before, not an erect one at least). Next to that one, he recognized the pointed tip of a dogs penis, as well as the barbs on the head of a cat’s. He could also see a number of objects resembling female genitals of various species, and a few that looked similar to the orifice between all living creatures buttocks. Butterscotch stared in awe, unable to find the proper words to respond to such a sight.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Bubble asked, with a bit of pride in his tone.

Neat wasn’t the first word that came to Butterscotch’s mind. Intimidating would have been more appropriate.

“Um, yes, it certainly is, um… neat.” Butterscotch replied, forcing himself to break away from his stupor. This box of Berry’s must have been important to him if he felt the need to share it with Butterscotch. The pegasus felt obliged to engage him in conversation about it somewhat. Tearing his sight away from the variety of synthetic penises, Butterscotch’s eyes locked on a pile of little round balls lying in a heap around one another. “What are these, Berry?”

“Oh, these?” Berry asked, leaning over and grabbing the balls. He lifted one up, and the rest followed suit, as they were tied to a thin string at the center. “These are Ben Wa balls. Anal beads!”

“A-anal… beads?” Butterscotch asked perplexedly.

“Yup yup. See what you do is, you push them up your butthole, right?” Bubble Berry lifted the balls with one hoof, while curling his other hoof a bit unnaturally into itself. Then, he pushed each individual ball into the little circle of his curled hoof, while Butterscotch watched on anxiously. “Then, you let them sit around inside you, really bask in that full feeling. Then, you slowwwwwwly start to pull ‘em out, like this.” Bubble began to pull the end of the string back and through the little circle in his hoof, making a little plopping sound with his tongue with each ball’s emergence back into view. With his teeth clenched, Butterscotch felt his sphincter clench as he imagined each rigid ball being pulled out of his own ginger anus.

“W-w-well, Bubble, that’s-!”

“Ooh, and this one!” Bubble exclaimed excitedly, tossing the balls to the side in order to pull another toy out. This time he held a clear cylinder, with a squeezable device at the top. “This is a penis pump. It’s pretty obvious what you do with it from the name, but you put it on the end of your dick, and squeeze the pump, and it makes it a little bigger.”

“Goodness. Bubble, you’re not-?”

“Ha ha, this one’s funny.” Bubble held up a little gray box, with a round dial and numerical reading on the front, as well as some clamps on the top. “I forget what this one’s called, but you clip it onto the end of your nipples, then turn this dial up and it electrocutes you a little.”

The mention of the last toy pushed Butterscotch a bit too far, and he jumped away from Bubble Berry to the other side of the bed. “Oh my gosh, Berry! I found out I like stallions just the other day, I—I’m not ready for all of this!”

Bubble Berry stared wide eyed at Butterscotch, his pupils scanning the panicky state his friend was in. His smile faded, and the excitement he’d felt declined a little. He’d done it again. It was a problem he was only recently becoming aware of; the fact that his high energy was something that couldn’t be matched by his friends, and that it sometimes became a little overwhelming. It was never something he’d meant to do intentionally. He was just so full of joy sometimes he felt like he was going to burst if he didn’t vent it out, sometimes in rather extravagant ways. Looking upon Butterscotch’s frightened expression reminded him that he’d need to tone it down, or risk scaring Butterscotch away when he needed his support.

“I’m sorry, Butters. I forgot you get all scared by things you’re not used to.” Bubble said, offering a timid smile. “I just got a little excited, and wanted to show you I had a ton of options ready for whatever you were in the mood for later on.” Bubble quickly put the dark electricity generator away into his box of supplies. “ I promise I’ll be really gentle with you. I won’t freak you out with a bunch of stuff you’re not ready for, okay?” Butterscotch nodded his head, but kept his eyes averted from Bubble Berry. “Here, tell ya what. I’m just gonna grab one thing from the box, and then I’ll push it out of sight.”

Butterscotch shivered as he watched Bubble Berry reach for a small bottle of amber colored liquid. Then, true to his word, he pushed the box on wheels to the end of his bed, out of Butterscotch’s sight.

“W-w-what is that?” Butterscotch asked, looking at the bottle in Bubble’s pink hoof with dread. “Is that some kind of liquid that makes your balls bigger or something?”

Bubble Berry snorted“No way, po-nay! It’s just plain old massage oil. Before you and I do anything at all, we gotta get you to relax. It’s no fun for either of us if you’re all nervous and scared, you know?”

Butterscotch fought to slow his breathing down, trying his best to remain calm. He watched as Bubble crawled up to him, until they were but a nose away from touching one another, and the stallion put a pink hoof onto his shoulder. “I’m not gonna hurt you, Butters. I wouldn’t do that to you. I just want to you to enjoy yourself with me, that’s all. Think you can trust me for a little bit?”

Feeling his hoof on his shoulder, Butterscotch regained control of his breathing. He still felt tense, as he wondered what exactly was in store for him.. Staring into the pink stallion’s light blue eyes, he noticed something he hadn’t often seen in Bubble before. His eyes seemed soft and reassuring. He seemed sincere in letting Butterscotch know he really did have his best interests at heart, and would reign himself in if it meant making his friend more comfortable.

“Okay, Bubble. I trust you.”

“Good. Okay, now do me a favor and lay on your belly.”

Bubble leaned back to allow Butterscotch some room, and the pegasus revolved to lay upon his stomach, with his rump facing his pink friend. Bubble squirted a hoof ful of the liquidy substance into his grasp, and spread it across both of his hooves. He slowly reached down towards Butterscotch’s shoulders. His yellow shoulders jumped slightly upon the initial touch, but eased back down in a matter of seconds. Bubble gently worked his hooves into Butterscotch’s yellow coat, caressing the liquid across the form of his muscles. While tense and rigid at first, Bubble could feel them move in the slightest motions, as Butterscotch grew accustomed to his touch and let his body relax more and more.

“Ahh…” Butterscotch let out a tranquil sigh, basking in the soothing ministrations on his shoulders. The feeling grew more so as his touch moved to the bottom of his neck, and down the center of his back. It wasn’t quite the same as the practiced technique of the Ponyville Day Spa. While the spa workers had most certainly mastered a technique that was satisfying to all clients, Bubble’s touch seemed more intimate and focused on Butterscotch himself. He closed his eyes, shutting himself off from the sight of the headboard to Bubble’s bed. Reveling in the sensation traveling down his back, he could see himself resting on a cloud, warm and welcoming, as Bubble tended to the mountain of anxiety that Butterscotch carried with him daily.

“Feel good, Scotchy?” Bubble asked, pressing a little more firmly into the center of his back.

Butterscotch hummed involuntarily as he felt a pleasurable jolt trickle down his back, down past his rump and settle between his legs. “It feels heavenly, Bubble.”

Bubble giggled at the sounds his friend made. “Mm, I can tell. It’s pretty obvious you’re having fun.”

Butterscotch detected some playfulness to Bubble’s remark. Was there something funny going on that he wasn’t aware of? Thinking about it, he noticed Bubble’s hooves were moving, avoiding specific areas of his back. Those areas were the scapulars, the areas where his wings jutted out. He only noticed now how rigid those areas had become. He had been so lost in the soothing ministrations of Bubble’s hooves, his wings had unfurled and become quite erect, splayed out on either side of Bubble Berry.

“Oh- oh my gosh, I’m sorry-” Butterscotch began, his body becoming tense with embarrassment.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Bubble reassured him, rubbing his hoof gently across Butterscotch’s short pink mane. “That’s why we’re here. Don’t feel embarrassed about that stuff, okay?” Butterscotch’s nerves settled as he felt Bubble’s hoof stroke his mane. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, allowing himself to relax again. He’d never once let his wings remain erect in front of another pony before. It was rather alleviating to let his wings remain outright, a clear sign of his enjoyment without any shame whatsoever.

“So, since you just found out you’re into stallions the other day, that probably means you’ve never kissed one before, right?”

“Um, no?” Butterscotch thought back as far as he could remember, making there wasn’t some forgotten occurrence from his childhood he’d let slip his memory. He remembered that there was a time when he’d first met Rainbow Blitz, who had stood between him and the group of fillies who’d bullied him in flight camp. He’d been so enthralled by Rainbow’s fearlessness and compassion, that he’d entertained the idea of kissing him several times. Of course, his own insecurity had prevented him from acting on such a desire, and it had never come to pass. As he’d grown older, he’d convinced himself that his feelings were simply a phase of growing up, nothing more.
“No, I haven’t.” Butterscotch reaffirmed Bubble.

Bubble paused his ministrations for a moment and leaned in toward the side of his head. “You wanna fix that?” He whispered gently. The warm sensation of his breath danced across Butterscotch’s ear, making it twitch in response.

Butterscotch felt his face grow warm. He hadn’t forgotten why he and Bubble were here in the first place, but the realization of the next step taking place hit the pegasus quite suddenly. Just the thought of the two pressing their lips together made his heartbeat quicken just a bit. Though nervous about the act, it certainly wasn’t a thought that seemed unpleasant to him. After all, if he was going to date any stallions in the future, he’d need to overcome this sort of apprehension at some point.

“O-okay.” Butterscotch replied softly. With a bit of effort, Bubble Berry helped roll Butterscotch onto his back. Butterscotch had to adjust his back against the mattress, to keep from laying on his stiff wings uncomfortably. The two stallions remained still for a moment, the pink coat of Bubble’s chest right across from the yellow of Butterscotch’s own. With their waists making contact, Bubble put his hoof above Butterscotch’s shoulder, and leaned in. Butterscotch felt his breath caught in his throat, as a number of things that could go wrong flashed through his mind in a mere second.

Then he felt it; Bubble’s lips kissing his own. His firm, sweet lips pushing against him, warmth radiating between the both of them. It only lasted a few seconds, and then Bubble pulled his head back up to look at Butterscotch, his eyelids half opened as he stared down at the pegasus.

“Well? Whatcha think, huh?” Bubble asked.

It would have been impossible for Butterscotch to describe every thought in his head to Bubble. However, all of them were wonderful thoughts, overjoyed at what he’d just experienced. He’d felt apprehensive about kissing another stallion at first, but now he was glad it had happened. He felt giddy as he stared up at Bubble, still staring up at him, and he felt his chest swell with excitement.

“Um… can we do that again?” Butterscotch asked hesitantly.

“Well, of course silly!” Bubble replied jubilantly. He quickly leaned his head back in toward Butterscotch and pressed their lips together once again.

Butterscotch felt Bubble’s tongue poke against his lips. He hesitantly opened his mouth, and allowed it passage. He relished in the feeling of Bubble’s tongue sliding against his own, moving it, massaging it and snuggling it all at once. Feeling Bubble’s sturdy maw against his own, things finally made sense to the pegasus. While making out with Macareina had felt nice enough, kissing Bubble felt right. Like this was how it was supposed to be. He wasn’t sure if it was Bubble’s tongue specifically, or the tongue of a stallion he enjoyed, but he enjoyed what he felt nonetheless. It felt large, and strong against his own, controlling it in a way that made him feel safe.

While Bubble’s tongue moved about and explored every inch of its oral cave, he noticed Butterscotch’s tongue remained inherently still. He had expected as much from such an inexperienced stallion, perhaps still wrapped up in nerves at trying something new. Bubble didn’t mind though; he wasn’t seeking one of the craziest romps ever from Butterscotch. He was enjoying the company of one of his best friends, and delighting in the fact that he was helping to teach him new things about himself. Though still nervous, Butterscotch was clearly enjoying Bubble’s ministrations. The pegasus lifted his hooves up and around Bubble’s back, pulling him into a sensual hug. That was enough indication for the stallion to keep their party of two rocking on.

Butterscotch felt something poke between his legs, which sent a soothing tickle up the front of his body. The two stallions broke contact from their mouths and looked down their chests. Butterscotch’s eyes focused on the sight of his yellow and black-spotted penis, fully erect, with Bubble Berry’s dark gray erection resting on top. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing for a moment. They were touching! Bubble Berry had his privates pressed up against his. And from the look of his pink cheeks turned up, Bubble wasn’t put off by it even slightly. He felt a pulse of excitement course up his shaft, and it throbbed slightly, pushing Bubble’s erection up from its force.

“Hey! Didn’t know you were bigger than me.” Bubble teased, looking back up at Butterscotch. The pegasus glanced back down toward their genitals, and he confirmed that what he’d said was true. His erection was just slightly bigger than Bubble’s, maybe half an inch from what he could see.

“I-Is that bad?” Butterscotch asked cautiously.

“Depends!” Bubble replied, leaning in and kissing his yellow forehead. “A lot of ponies like to say bigger is better. And if you’re a good size, that means you can reach some spots that smaller dicks can’t hit. But on the other hoof, if you’re TOO big, it might be more than some stallions can handle.” Bubble explained, eliciting a momentary wince from Butterscotch. “But hey, it’s not big deal! That just means you gotta go for the stallions with big rumps. More cushion for the pushin’, you know?”

Butterscotch felt somewhat conflicted upon hearing such a revelation. He wasn’t sure how much he believed in destiny, other than what was involved with deciding a pony’s cutie mark. He hoped that if he was destined to find the stallion of his life, they would have a bottom that could take the entirety of his shaft without feeling any pain.

“Oh!” Butterscotch exclaimed softly, as a thought suddenly occurred to him. “Bubble, does it hurt when stallions do that?”

“Do what?” Bubble asked, his eyes blinking rapidly as he feigned innocence to the question.

“Um… you know…?”

“Come on Scotchy, say it,” he teased, leaning in to his ear, making the pegasus giggle. “There’s a lotta things you can do to a stallion butt. How’m I gonna know what you mean if you don’t say it, huh?” Bubble began to nibble on the edge of Butterscotch’s ear, drawing out a low hum from him.

“Um… buttsex.” Butterscotch said, forcing his eyes shut as he forced the words out of his throat. Bubble Berry let out an amused chuckle as he watched the stallion’s face turn red. “Does it hurt?”

“Hm… it’s a little uncomfortable at first.” Bubble Berry laid down next to Butterscotch, with his hoof resting underneath his chin. “It’s because your hole is so used to pushing stuff out, and not having anything go in. So the muscles kind of freak out when they feel something coming in from the other side. Kind of like a big pinch for the first couple of seconds, but you get used to it,, and then it starts to feel really good! You wanna try it?”

Butterscotch’s nerves crept up on him just a little bit, but weren’t nearly as powerful as they had been several minutes earlier. He’d placed his trust in Bubble Berry completely, and he was open to try new things to explore his self-discovery. If Bubble said it would feel good, then it was likely it would feel good.

“Yes. I want to know what it feels like, Bubble.”

“Cool! But before we do that, we’ve got a few other things to try first.” Bubble Berry leaned in and kissed Butterscotch’s cheek. With his face still close by, he poked his tongue out and ran it down his cheek, down toward his neck. The wet sensation pulled lightly at his coat as it moved in circles against his neck. Butterscotch laid his head back and gasped as he felt exhilaration spread through his form. He could also feel Bubble’s hoof tracing down his chest, lightly tickling him all the way toward his belly. It felt so wonderful, being touched in such a way by his friend. It made him feel safe and secure, a feeling he seldom had outside of his cottage near the forest. Though he couldn’t form the words at the moment, he felt so grateful that he had a friend such as Bubble to grant him this feeling.

Bubble’s hoof moved past his legs, and moved to the other side. He grabbed a hoofful of the pegasus’s yellow rump, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Butterscotch let out a feeble whimper as he felt his grasp move even closer toward the center of his rump, and his cock twitching vigorously from the sensation. Was he actually going for the area he thought he was?

A mere second after asking himself, he was given the answer. The tip of Bubble’s hoof pressed against the surface of Butterscotch’s anus, and the feeling it gave him was one he’d never experienced before. It was as if a balloon of pleasure had appeared within his body, underneath his waist, and the hole between his cheeks was a button that inflated it with each press.

“Ahhh…” Butterscotch moaned as Bubble Berry ran his hoof along the rim. Hearing his own voice made him feel just a bit self conscious, and he pressed his lips closed to keep himself quiet.

“Feels good, right?” Bubble Berry asked, slowing his ministrations down momentarily. Butterscotch nodded quickly, prompting Bubble to continue. With an increased pace, he curled his hoof upwards, putting more pressure up towards Butterscotch’s taint. Bubble had used his hoof on stallions and mares alike. Though the workings of a mares vagina were structured a little differently, it was essentially the same idea; there was a spot up inside them that could make a pony feel wonderful when touched in the right way. Hooves weren’t really the best for reaching up inside tight spaces in such a way, though with practice some ponies could take an entire hoof inside. Even with the limited reach, Bubble could work his hoof at just the right angle to push enough pressure on that sensitive little spot, be it a mare’s g-spot, or a stallion’s prostate. Judging from the look on Butterscotch’s face, and the way he was purring next to him, Bubble was nailing it dead-on.

“See, that’s what I love about butts” he went on, his hoof keeping a steady pace against the pegasus’s flexing hole. “Everything in Equestria has one! Mare, stallion, cow, donkey, you name it, we’ve all got a butt. And you can do so many things with them, it’s nice to know that it doesn’t matter who you’re doing it with, it’s all fair game with the butt!”

The feeling in Butterscotch’s loins swelled dramatically while Bubble rambled on, and his speckled length twitched in response. It was overcome with the sensation Bubble provided him, and his hips began to flex involuntarily. As the sensation increased, an alarming feeling sprouted in his mind. Though he’d never experienced it in this fashion or at this level before, he knew what such a sensation brought with it. He’d felt it on several lonely days in his cottage, when he’d felt the need for release when there was nopony to offer him any company. He’d known it was going to happen sooner or later; but he’d honestly hoped it would happen a bit later.

He knew he could stop it if he said something in time. He could just say one word, and Bubble would relent, and let him regain control. However, the sensation just felt so wonderful, he couldn’t bring himself to let it stop. He thought perhaps he could ride it for just a bit longer, just a few more seconds of pleasure, and then he could stop. But as those few seconds passed, a sudden surge within his length proved to be quite an error in his own judgement.

“Ohhhhhh!” Butterscotch’s hips shivered as he tried in vain to hold back the rush building in his erection.

“Wow, already?” Bubble Berry said with a giggle. “Oh well, no biggie; come on Scotchy, just let it out!” He encouraged, pushing the tip of his hoof more firmly against his soft hole.

“Hnnnnnng!” With a push of his hips back against Bubble’s bed, he let his semen fly free. It spurted out of his spotted length, into the air at an angle and rained over the two stallions. The brunt of it landed on his chest, making a huge splat on his yellow coat. Some of it sprayed across his face and onto his chin, as well as Bubble Berry’s nose. A few more thrusts, and some more of his fluids leaked out onto his waist, while the remainder seeped out down the brawny flesh of his shaft. Breathing deeply, Butterscotch writhed in the pleasure of his orgasm, pushing his chest out as wave after wave coursed through his form. His wings remained outstretched, but grew limp as they were splayed against the mattress. He smiled involuntarily and sunk his head into his shoulders, feeling wonderfully giddy as a result of such a wonderful release.

After a minute of bliss, Butterscotch became aware of the semen dripping down his own face. Opening his eyes, he looked down, and took in the sight of his yellow chest, covered in globs of white, as well as his large deflating shaft drenched in the same substance. He slowly turned his head to the side, afraid to look at Bubble. When his eyes met the stallion next to him, he panicked at the sight of his pink face with a number of white streaks across his nose.

“I am… so… sorry.” Butterscotch pleaded, his teeth chattering just slightly while his wings instinctively folded back to his sides.

“Pfft, what for?” Bubble replied energetically. His tongue poked out past his lips and slithered down his chin, lapping up the strands of sticky white fluid clinging to his pink coat. In one fluid swipe, he whipped it around his face in a clockwise motion, until his face was spotless from what Butterscotch could see. The pegasus stared in surprise as Bubble smacked his lips with a delighted grin. “You taste pretty good, Scotchy!”

“Really? You mean, you like it?”

“Yup yup! Cum’s kinda funny, ‘cause it tastes different depending on what a stallion usually eats. Yours tastes kinda Earthy, probably from all the vegetables you eat from your garden.” Bubble reached a hoof toward Butterscotch’s face, poking against a strand of semen resting on his cheek. “Wanna try?” he asked, holding a drop of the sticky residue in front of him.

Butterscotch was wary upon looking at the white sticky fluid. He’d gone his whole life thinking it was frowned upon to taste anything that came from one’s own body. If Elusive were to hear of such a thing, consuming another pony’s bodily fluid, he would probably retch at the very thought of it. However, this afternoon was meant for experimentation. He leaned in towards Bubble’s hoof, reminding himself that if he didn’t like it, he could easily wash it out and never have to taste it again.

Sticking his own tongue out, he braced himself for impact. All or nothing, he was about to taste his own cum.

And when his tongue touched Bubble’s hoof, the tension in Butterscotch’s face disappeared. The wet, sticky sensation washed over his tongue, followed by a somewhat tangy aftertaste. No, it wasn’t the best tasting substance he’d ever consumed; it wasn’t comparable to the frosting that covered the sweets in the bakery downstairs. But it certainly wasn’t repulsive either.

The thought stuck out in Butterscotch’s mind however; he was licking his own cum, and he was licking it off of Bubble’s very hoof. Hearing the stallion giggle made his heart flutter, as he realized just how salacious the act was. Before he’d made the trip to Sugarcube Corner that day, he never could have imagined such lewd behavior coming from him.

“Not bad, huh?” Bubble asked in a sultry tone. While he kept his hoof up for Butterscotch to lick, his other hoof reached across and touched his yellow ear, stroking underneath it in the gentlest fashion.

“Mm, it’s lovely.” Butterscotch moaned between licks, having lapped up the last little drop from what he could see. He stared longingly into Bubble’s eyes, as his azure eyes stared back in the same way. His gaze ventured downward a moment, catching a glimpse of Bubble’s throbbing gray mass pointing right at his own deflated one. A curiosity formed in Butterscotch’s mind, one that he hoped would escalate their excitement just a bit. Though the tiniest bit of worry nagged at his mind, he figured Bubble wouldn’t be the type to chuck him out of his bedroom at one little mistake.

“I… wonder what yours tastes like.” He forced himself to say. Then for additional effect, he forced himself to keep eye contact as he nibbled his bottom lip.

Bubble stared wide eyed back at Butterscotch with a tiny smirk on his face. “Whoa, Butters. When did you get so seductive?” He asked, drawing the tip of his hoof down the center of his yellow chest and making him shiver in delight. He then rolled over on his back, letting his hooves dangle up above his chest. “You wanna taste? It’s all yours, buddy.”

Overcome with joy, Butterscotch’s head sunk between his shoulders, while his wings twitched faintly. He lowered his body down Bubble’s bed, until his head was level with his prize standing rigid between Bubble’s legs. Standing tall above his smooth, pink orbs, stood his rigid dark gray mass. It pointed up proudly toward the bedroom ceiling, like a flagpole claiming Bubble’s body as its territory. It would lean downward for a moment as if falling over, but then immediately jump back up with vigor as Bubble Berry took a breath. He’d seen plenty of sheath’s before, and had even caught glimpses of other stallions flaccid shafts before in the rare occurrence that he found himself in a locker room with others. Never in his life though had another stallion presented theirs to him, fully erect and waiting for him to touch it.

Watching it throb in anticipation of his touch, Butterscotch’s nerves crept up through the back of his neck, and he averted his eyes from the rod of flesh before him. Bubble looked down past his belly at the pegasus, and his head tilted in confusion.

“Everything okay, Butters?” he asked inquisitively.

“Y-yes, I’m fine.” Butterscotch responded weakly. “It’s just that I really don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay!” Bubble assured him cheerfully. “I wouldn’t expect you to know what you’re doing right away; that’s why you’re here to learn! Here, let’s start with something simple. Stick your tongue out, like this: bleh!” Bubble poked his red tongue out past his lips in a goofy manner. The gesture made Butterscotch snort just slightly, and he mimicked his friend. “Good! Okay, now poke it against the base of my cock, right above my balls.” Butterscotch leaned forward, and the wet surface of his tongue touched the very bottom of Bubble’s length. He felt the most subtle of jolts of Bubble’s body once he made contact, and his hips squirmed a bit. “Now, pretend you’re licking a popsicle. Lick from the bottom, aaaaaall the way to the top.”

Butterscotch drug his tongue upwards, and cleared the top of his shaft at a moment’s notice. It wasn’t unpleasant, but the motion left something to be desired between the two of them. “Like that?” Butterscotch asked hesitantly.

“Kinda, but, do me a favor and go slower. If you licked something cold that quickly over and over, you’d get a brainfreeze! Try to take it slow, so you can savor the flavor, got it?”

Butterscotch nodded as he lowered his chin again, right above Bubble’s balls. “Savor… the flavor.” He told himself, before sticking his tongue against the fleshy shaft. This time, instead of rushing towards the top, Butterscotch let a breath of air out through his nose in order to relax. His breath washed over Bubble’s groin as he licked upward. He breathed in, and detected a warm, heavy aroma coming off of Bubble’s body. The smell reflected what he tasted on his tongue. The sensation of warm, soft flesh, with the light tang he had tasted just a moment ago on his own spunk.

The smell increased as he felt Bubble’s body shake while he moaned through his lips. He didn’t even need to ask; he knew he was doing something right. Butterscotch looked forward as he neared the top of the shaft, and eyed Bubble Berry. The stallion had his eyes closed, and his lips together in a tightly pressed smile. With only half an inch left, Butterscotch pulled his tongue upwards with a zestful flick, and watched as the stallion breathed out in delight.

“Yeah…” Bubble acknowledged him, his breath caught in his chest slightly. “Just like that.”

With his cheeks growing warm, Butterscotch put his head back to the base of his cock and applied the same ministration as before. He pressed the surface of his tongue flat against the underside of the shaft, hoping to savor even more of Bubble’s musky flavor. He could feel himself salivating just a bit as he approached the top, and a strand of it dripped down his chin. He felt a little silly that he was getting so carried away. He ignored the feeling however and went back for more, happy that he was pushing his inhibitions to the side.

“Good, good Scotch. Okay, let’s try something else.” Bubble said, as Butterscotch neared the tip of his shaft. “Instead of going back down, wrap your lips around the head.” Butterscotch’s eyes shifted down as his tongue circled the tip of Bubble’s length, and he lowered his chin down to take it into his maw. Opening his lips, he let the edges brush around the round tip of Bubble’s penis. It’s length glided over his tongue as he slowly moved down, taking it in more and more. Bubble drew in a sharp breath of air as Butterscotch’s tongue reached the middle of his cock, and the pegasus could feel it moving around in his mouth in response.

“Mm, that feels good.” Bubble sighed, reaching down and stroking the yellow stallion’s ear. Butterscotch lifted his eyes toward Bubble, seeing the pony’s eyes glazed just slightly, with a plastered smile on his face. “You look so cute with my cock in your mouth, buddy.”

Butterscotch’s heart swelled at his praise. Even with his mouth full of Bubble Berry, the corners of his mouth turned up in a flattered smile.

“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Bubble coddled Butterscotch, rubbing his hoof across his cheek. “Aren’t you happy you gave something new a try?”

“M hm.” Butterscotch replied, letting his tongue push up against the underside of Bubble’s length. Bubble’s teeth rested against his lower lip as he breathed out, his hips pushing upward slowly and gently. Butterscotch realized that he was only sucking Bubble halfway, leaving the rest of his length barren and dry. Curiosity took hold of him, and he wondered if it might be possible to go a little further. Feeling adventurous, Butterscotch pushed his mouth down a bit further along Bubble’s cock, the head of his length pushing into his throat.

For a brief moment, Butterscotch thought he could do it. But a few seconds passed, and he realized how big of a mistake he’d made. His throat began to fight the intruder, and his eyes started to water rapidly.

“Butters, back off.” Bubble advised him firmly. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Though he would have done so himself, Butterscotch was glad that he’d been told to stop. His breath was fast and heavy, trying to regain his composure as his throat throbbed.

“I’m-I’m sorry.” Butterscotch apologized. “I guess I’m not cut out for that yet.”

“And you might not ever be. Not everypony’s cut out for deep-throating,” Bubble Berry said, stroking his hoof underneath his own length, to keep it from going flaccid. “But hey, that’s no big deal. It still feels really good even if you’re going halfway.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, totally! So don’t worry about trying to be perfect, okay?”

Butterscotch felt a sense of relief wash over him, and the pain in his throat seemed to vanish. Leaning his head back down to Bubble’s length, he pressed his tongue against the underside, before wrapping his lips around the head again. He watched as Bubble readjusted himself slightly, accommodating the blissful feeling coursing through his body. The sensation collected in his loins, slowly bringing back to life his still damp penis. It began to twitch with his excitement. The same excitement overtook his wings, making them spread to their fullest length. He adjusted his forelegs underneath him, squeezing his thighs around his own length to accentuate the feeling.

As his mouth moved up and down the upper half of his dick, Butterscotch touched the lower half with his hooves. If he couldn’t take the entirety of the length with his mouth, he could find other ways to compensate what was left. The springs within Bubble’s bed began to creak, as the the stallion’s body writhed more and more. His tongue hung out of his open mouth in a dazed smile, moaning slightly. Butterscotch took his reactions as a sign that he was performing well enough to keep his friend happy.

He pulled his head off the top of Bubble’s dick, and turned his head sideways. Instead of wrapping his lips around the head completely, he let his shaftslide in between his lips as he pushed down. Even though Bubble’s dick wasn’t completely trapped within Butterscotch’s mouth anymore, the new angle allowed the pegasus to move all the way down to the base. Bubble’s voice increased in volume as his length was coddled. Butterscotch could feel his shaft throbbing strongly against his tongue as he moved upward, squeezing it ever so gently, and milking the sensation for all that it was worth. Just feeling the movement inside of his mouth made the growing mass between his own thighs jut out even more, stiffening his erection to its fullest length.

Bubble felt his control slipping a bit as Butterscotch mouthed his length. For a stallion as inexperienced as him, he sure was learning quickly. He’d pushed past his nerves, and found a way to compensate for the lack of swallowing Bubble’s cock entirely. And the gaze he received from the pegasus was surprisingly alluring. It was as if Butterscotch were reading him, showing that he could sense how excited he was, and that he was the one making him feel this way. Watching his timid friend show such a brazen attitude elicited a soft rush along Bubble’s length.

“Hoooooh!” Bubble moaned, his hips pulling back underneath Butterscotch’s head. “Hey Butters, back off a bit, will ya?”

The stallion’s sudden command surprised Butterscotch, and his commanding demeanor vanished all at once. He released Bubble’s cock from his mouth and pulled away, a dejected expression on his face.

“W-what happened?” Butterscotch asked timidly. “Did I… do something wrong?”

“Hannnnng on” Bubble responded, keeping his eyes closed, while his hips moved upward slowly. The stallion whimpered and moaned, his body writhing as his head turned this way and that. His eyes opened and closed, his mouth twisting in a number of wacky looking faces. “Alllllmoooost… got iiiiiiiit” Butterscotch watched as Bubble’s cock twitched powerfully. He wondered if Bubble was about to release his semen, the way Butterscotch had done several minutes before. A few seconds passed, and Bubble stopped moving. His cock remained stiff as ever, yet also free of any semen.

“N-nailed it…” Bubble muttered, trembling slightly. “No Butters, you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re actually so good, you almost made me cum.”

“Oh. Well, don’t you wanna cum?”

“I do! But, not right now. If I blow my load now, we’ll have to wait even longer before we do that other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“You know…” Bubble asked, lowering his eyelids in a suggestive manner.

Butterscotch’s mind ruled out what act they’d been putting off for several minutes. Though he’d initially been beating around the bush when he’d introduced it to Bubble, it seemed Bubble now had taken the same approach. Butterscotch had to have some fun with the situation at hoof.

“Bubble Berry…” he began, drawing the tip of his hoof across his chest. “If you don’t say it outright, I won’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bubble’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “You little-!” Butterscotch began to giggle, before the pink stallion pounced forward and pinned him to the bed. Butterscotch squeaked in delighted surprise, and purred as he was assaulted with a flurry of kisses along his face and his neck. “Alright then Butters, I’ll say it; you want me to rut you in the butt?”

Butterscotch felt his erection throb at the suggestion. He’d loved the feeling of Bubble’s hoof tickling his hole; he could only imagine what his cock would feel like. He nodded eagerly, and Bubble kissed his nose.

“Cool. Let me get the lube.” With his erection firm as ever, Bubble jumped off of the bed, toward the After Party box from earlier. Butterscotch felt a twinge of apprehension seeing him move toward the box that held all those objects that had overwhelmed him before. He reminded himself that Bubble still had his best interests in mind; he wasn’t going to do anything more to startle him.

With a small white bottle in his mouth, Bubble jumped back onto the bed, right next to Butterscotch. “Alrighty. Let’s see that cute little tushy.”

Butterscotch, feeling his face grow warm, crawled forward on the bed. He pulled his hindlegs up and stood on them, raising his backside up in the air. His wings remained outright and rigid as ever while his behind was on full display. He looked over his shoulder as Bubble moved around behind him. He felt Bubble’s hooves rub and grope his yellow buttocks, his ministrations making his own length jump with arousal.

“Ooh, so this is what your ponut looks like up close.” Bubble Berry teased, poking his hoof against the little crater. “So juicy. It looks good enough to eat.”

Butterscotch’s pupils shrank. Was Bubble serious? He knew full well he wasn’t literally going to eat it. But he wondered if the stallion was hinting at what he thought he was.

In a matter of seconds, Butterscotch felt something warm and wet poke against his anus, and drag across the outer rim. Bubble’s tongue drug across the squishy flesh of Butterscotch’s orifice, feeling it clench and relax in succession as the stallion purred lustfully. Returning his tongue to the center, he pushed firmly, until he breached the surface.

“Aaah…” Butterscotch moaned as he felt Bubble’s tongue enter him. He couldn’t believe his friend was okay with doing such a thing. He’d never even thought that stallions licking each other in such a place. The way Bubble flexed his tongue inside him gave Butterscotch such an exquisite rush. He instinctively pushed his hips back, in the hopes that it might help Bubble’s tongue reach deeper inside of him.

Rimjobs were something Bubble especially took delight in, whether he was receiving or administering it. It was so much fun to press his tongue against a pony’s butthole, feeling the soft and squishy flesh writhe and twitch all the while. Then the fun of invading the center and feeling it clench, followed by the soothing relaxation as it grew accustomed to the wet, thick sensation spreading it open. He could feel Butterscotch’s insides squeezing around him, convulsing in delight as Bubble’s tongue wiggled around inside him, Despite the tightness of Butterscotch’s virgin hole, Bubble had quite a talent with his tongue, and he was more than capable of flexing it enough to touch a number of areas inside the pegasus.

Butterscotch had never once in his fantasies thought he’d be treated in such a way. He’d figured he would have to be the stallion in charge of the mare he was with, administering all sorts of acts on her, while she laid back and enjoyed it. Now here he was, letting Bubble do those things to him. He wondered if the feeling he experienced now was what mares felt when their stallions did this to them; feeling so dainty, and pampered and treasured, as if they were a princess being serviced in the most blissful ways.

Bubble Berry eventually pulled his tongue back, escaping Butterscotch’s anus with a wet pop. Butterscotch felt his orifice squeeze together tightly, as if trying to recapture the missing stimulation from before.

“Mm, mm, mm!” Bubble tapped the buttocks of the pegasus gently. “Tasty stallion ponut, yummy!”

Bubble let go of his rump, and reached for the bottle he’d been holding earlier. He squirted a large helping of the liquid onto his empty hoof, and stroked his length a few times, covering the gray flesh in the substance. “Alrighty, let’s get some for this little guy right here…” Bubble moved the bottle up over Butterscotch’s rump, and turned it upside down. A few second passed, and Butterscotch felt a slight coldness run up his spine.

“Eep!” He shrieked, his buttocks jumping a bit in surprise.

“Oh! Shoot, forgot to mention it might be a little cold: sorry about that.”

“I-it’s fine.” Butterscotch replied, forgetting about the unwelcome surprise once he felt Bubble’s hoof pressing into his hole. He could feel the wet, slippery liquid spread all across his anus, and even the little bit inside that Bubble could fit the tip of his hoof into. After a few seconds of lubing him up, Bubble tossed the bottle aside.

“Alright, here we go.” Bubble said. He picked himself up, bracing his forelegs on Butterscotch, and standing on his own hindlegs. Hhis hooves were behind the scapulars of Butterscotch’s wings, and just above his ribcage.“You ready, Butters?”

This was it. Butterscotch knew this was going to be the big one, the purest form of stallion sex there was. He was a little nervous that it might hurt, but remembered who it was doing this to him. If it hurt too much, he knew he could say something, and Bubble would stop at once. Looking at Bubble through his peripheral vision, Butterscotch nodded.

“Do me, Bubble.” He replied, giving his rump an inviting wiggle.

“Atta boy!”

Bubble’s hindlegs stepped to adjust himself properly. His length pointed right at Butterscotch’s quivering anus, a pistol locked and loaded with its target in sight. He pushed himself forward a little, letting the slippery head of his penis poke against Butterscotch’s wet hole. He heard the stallion breathe sharply upon contact, his nerves still on edge. Bubble lifted a hoof under his length, in order to guide it in properly. Even when warmed up ahead of time, getting a full erection into a tight little butt hole was still a bit tricky, especially if it was a stallion’s first time. It took a few seconds of trying, but Bubble’s length found the right angle at last. His head breached the center of Butterscotch’s hole, and slipped inside.

Butterscotch gasped sharply. Bubble felt the stallion’s anus tighten up as his face grew warm, something he’d felt a number of virgin stallion bottoms do when he’d popped their figurative cherries.

“Okay, it’s in.” Bubble announced merrily. “But I’ll bet I didn’t need to tell you that, huh?”

Butterscotch was at a loss for words. It was inside. Bubble Berry’s dick was in his butt. It was just the tip, but it was still inside. Butterscotch’s face grew warm as he came to terms with the big step he had just taken. It had felt something like a pop when it first entered. While it didn’t feel painful, Butterscotch wasn’t really sure what to make of the new sensation.

“Gonna go in a little deeper. Tell me if anything hurts at all, okay?”

In a matter of seconds, Butterscotch felt the ticklish sensation at his anus move upward, up into the warm grotto of his rump. It was such an unusual feeling, Bubble's length moving up his passage. It stretched him out bit by bit, making him feel strangely full. Bubble’s hips pushed against his tush, and he felt a twinge of pleasure within his erection, as if somepony were tickling it from underneath.

“Hey, not bad!” Bubble praised the pegasus underneath him. “I didn’t know if I’d be able to bottom out with you. How’s it feel?”

The exquisite feeling in Butterscotch’s nethers spread throughout his body, traveling up his spine and making him lean his head back. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a lustful whimper as he pushed his hips back against Bubble again.

“Ooh!” Butterscotch moaned, forcing his mouth open. “It-it feels… soooo nice.”

“Good! Alright, that’s the hardest part out of the way, good job Butters!”

Bubble slowly pulled his hips back, his cock sliding backwards along Butterscotch rectum. The hindlegs of the pegasus trembled as he felt Bubble’s length brush along the inner walls squeezing against it. His spread wings were shaking just as much, holding a rising feeling they could barely contain. The blissful feeling within Butterscotch’s rump diminished. His erection throbbed in need, hungry for the feeling to return as he fought to keep himself under control. The head of Bubble’s dick was just an inch from popping out of the entrance, before he reversed direction and slid back in. The squishy sound of the wet lube filled the air as his rod pushed in, his hips bumping up against the pegasus’s rump.

Holding onto Butterscotch’s waist for support, Bubble kept the motion of his hips slow and steady. His instincts told him to go wild, to rut the stallion under him for everything he war worth. He would have loved to give into his urges and accelerate his arousal until he reached the big, messy climax waiting for him. But he knew what a timid, fragile soul Butterscotch was. Even for more confident stallions, feeling their rectum penetrated for the first time was something they had to adjust to. He kept control of his hips to ensure Butters accommodated the new feeling at a leisurely pace, as to not ruin the experience for him. Judging from the way Butterscotch hummed in bliss, he felt reassured that he was doing a super job so far.

Feeling something penetrate and immerse itself in his anus made Butterscotch feel wonderfully submissive. As if he were being cared for by somepony big and strong, and guiding him through the difficulties and pressures of life. It made him feel giddy and feminine, and most of all comfortable with somepony who accepted him for the way he was.

With Macareina being the closest he’d ever come to having sex, Butterscotch hadn’t known what it felt like to penetrate another pony, mare or stallion. He’d always wondered what it would feel like, when and if the day he experienced it ever came along. He found it funny that he’d finally found another pony to share the experience with, but the sensation still eluded him, despite how much he enjoyed the one tickling him from the inside. Still, his curiosity poked at his brain, the same way Bubble’s length poked at his prostate.

“Um, B-Bubble…?” Butterscotch asked, fighting to keep his voice at its normal octave.

“Yeah, Butters?” Bubble asked, keeping his slow pace going.

“What, uh… what does it f-feel like? Being inSIDE me…?”

“Hm, how to describe it… it’s kind of like a warm, squishiness hugging your cock.” Bubble explained, feeling Butterscotch’s hole pull on his length instinctively. “I don’t know if you’ve ever masturbated before, but it feels like that, only the warm squishiness makes it feel a little better. Also, the other pony’s body kind of reacts in ways you aren’t expecting, so it keeps thing interesting. Kind of like how your little rump keeps tugging on me.”

“Oh! I-I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Heck no, silly! It feels really good. It’s like your butthole is just so hungry for my cock.” He teased, his hips tapping against Butterscotch’s rump. Bubble pushed down just slightly, enough to drive the head of his length against his prostate.

“Haah!” Butterscotch moaned loudly as the ticklish feeling in his rectum embraced his loins once again. “Mm…. do you like the way my butt feels, Bubble?”

Bubble Berry snorted briefly at Butterscotch’s question. It wasn’t that he thought the question was funny or weird; he’d heard his partners scream things one hundred times weirder than that. He was just thought it was rather cute how an inexperienced stallion such as Butterscotch was in the process of discovering his promiscuous side for the first time.

“Mm-hm! It feels super duper cozy in here.” Bubble replied, lowering his voice to a more sultry octave. “I just love burying my long, thick cock into your juicy little hole.”
Butterscotch’s ears twitched as Bubble spoke to him. It was a little bit intimidating, but at the same time, exhilarating. Even he was surprised at his own behavior; he would have never believed that he’d be a pony that enjoyed speaking in such a lewd manner.

“I-I can’t believe you’re in- ahhh- in my butt, Bubble!” He moaned, wiggling his hips as Bubble bottomed out inside the pegasus once again.

“That’s so cute.” Bubble fawned over the stallion, rubbing his hoof above his stomach. “You just love having your butt stuffed, Butterscotch.” Bubble’s eyes moved up, and widened as his mind wrapped around something. “Heh heh… Butt-erscotch.” Bubble giggled, his erection twitching inside the pegasus’s rectum. Even Butterscotch found Bubble’s play on his name somewhat amusing. He would have laughed as well, was his voice not already occupied whimpering in lust.

Bubble loved the sounds Butterscotch made. Normally, the party stallion preferred to go crazy, he and his partner rutting each other with zero restraint, in positions that pushed their body to the limit. Though slower and tamer than he was used to, Bubble enjoyed the change of pace nonetheless. He enjoyed that he was making one of his best friends so happy in such a way. Hopefully this would help Butterscotch embrace his newfound sexuality without any insecurity whatsoever.

Listening to Butterscotch’s sounds took its effect on Bubble, making his erection twitch with lust. Though he enjoyed taking things slow for his friends sake, the extra effort became agonizing as time went on.

“Hey, Butters?” Bubble asked gingerly, the pegasus humming in response. “You don’t mind if I go a teensy weensy bit faster, do ya?”

“Mm, g-go ahead.” Butterscotch moaned.

“Alright!” Bubble exclaimed excitedly. The stallion held his hindlegs steady, and doubled the pace he’d been thrusting at. He mentally sighed in relief, as the quickened pace heightened the pleasure for him, now that some of his restraint had been lifted. The sound of his lubricated cock sliding in and out of Butterscotch’s bottom filled the air. He felt a delightful little pull around his testes as he felt his climax building, still far off, but showing signs of life nonetheless. Butterscotch enjoyed the quickened pace as well. No longer did he have to wait several seconds for the return of the heavenly feeling Bubble’s length provided. As quickly as it disappeared, it returned even stronger than before, prompting his own dick to remain acutely rigid.

“Ahhhhh…” Butterscotch moaned, his posterior writhing as Bubble Berry pummeled into it. “It feels so nice!” His cock twitched underneath him, as a thin line of his semen dripped out, and onto the mattress.

Bubble recognized the tone in Butterscotch’s voice. Though he was clearly enjoying himself, there was just a hint of desperation in his voice. The tingling in his loins was reaching a boiling point, but he wasn’t able to release just yet. It was true that a number of gay stallions enjoyed anal play, but it was rare that they could cum from just that one sensation They required an extra little boost to help bring them home.

Bubble slipped his right hoof down past Butterscotch barrel. His touch found his groin, and delicately tickled the base of his sheath. He watched as Butterscotch lowered his head and pushed his behind back, yearning for a deeper thrusting from Bubble. The pitch of his voice reached a girlish tone, not surprising for one such as Butterscotch, but one that Bubble still found delightful.

“You’re getting close, aren’t ya?” Bubble whispered, his head leaning down with his mouth a few inches from Butterscotch’s ear.

“Y-yes!” Butterscotch gasped.

“Almost there. Just be a little patient. It’s gonna feel soooo good when you finally let go.”
Bubble continued to thrust his hips into Butterscotch, increasing his pace just slightly. He could feel his own climax getting close, and the increased motions served to bring it hither even faster. As his length slipped in and out of Butterscotch at an impressive speed, he kept his hoof around his sheath, teasing him, giving his dick just enough stimulation to spice things up, but not quite enough to give him release.

Bubble drank in the significance of the situation at hoof. Butterscotch was a timid stallion afraid of his own shadow, one who tended to isolate himself from other ponies due to his shyness. In the wake of discovering his true sexuality, he had sought Bubble Berry’s help in the matter, out of their whole group of friends. And he had trusted the stallion enough to give him his body in an effort to feel more comfortable with himself. And here he was, purring and moaning in bliss, at the mercy of Bubble’s ministrations and loving every moment of it. Watching the stallion break out of a shell they weren’t aware existed sent a rush of excitement throughout Bubble’s body, making him lean his chin on Butterscotch’s back.

“Ohhhhh, here comes, Scotchy!” Bubble said, as his thrusts became quicker, but with less intensity. The head of his penis flared, stretching the inner walls of Butterscotch’s canal. The sudden stretch made Butterscotch squeal. His orgasm was imminent. Denying himself release from Butterscotch’s blowjob earlier meant he was more sensitive than before, thus he wasn’t able to stave it off as long as he usually could. Butterscotch on the other hoof had already experienced that bliss once, and would be able to last a little bit longer than him this time. His loins shaking, Bubble felt something snap within him, before he let the building tension rush through him. A thick line of semen shot from his cock and gushed into Butterscotch’s hole.

“Hooo, yeah!” Bubble cried out, the electric feeling overcoming his body all at once. “Thaaaaat’s the stuff.”

“Oh my gosh…” Butterscotch gasped in shock, his own erection throbbing more than ever. “Y-you really just… filled me up… ahhhhh”

“M hmmm” Bubble muttered, moving his hoof up the pegasus’s length. He felt the bit of semen collected at the tip, and slid it back down the underside of his rod, making it wet and sticky all the way down.

Butterscotch’s mind raced from the thought of it all. Though neither of them could see it, he knew his rear was holding onto the entirety of the white mess that Bubble had just spurted out. What’s more, though he’d already blown his load, Bubble’s cock was still quite erect, keeping Butterscotch’s hole stretched open. The whole situation was so dirty, so lewd and raw. It was something he’d never realized he’d enjoy until now, but enjoy it he did. As Bubble continued to stroke his erection, he felt his whole body tingle and tremble.

“Bubble… oh, Bubble…”

“Just let it go, Butterscotch.” Bubble urged him, feeling his cock flare within his hoof as he stroked it. “You’ve been such a good little colt today, you deserve wonderful feeling at the end of it all.”

“Hnnnng!” Butterscotch reared his hips back one last time as he prolonged the inevitable for just a few seconds. Then, like a shotgun, the tension fired out his length. His penis erupted with a rope of white fluid against Bubble Berry’s mattress.

“Oh my!” Butterscotch whimpered along with his orgasm. “Ohhhhh my! Oh my goodness! Ohhhh!” Again and again, more torrents of fluid came out as he rode the blissful feeling, each ejection less plentiful than the one before it. Bubble Berry slowly pulled his semi-flaccid length out, the sudden stimulation prompting another throb and whimper from the pegasus. With a wet pop, the pony’s cock flopped out. Butterscotch’s anus was left gaping for a few seconds, Bubble’s plentiful semen leaking out as it closed back up. It was left puffy and puckering, also visibly shiny from the wetness of lube and cum. Butterscotch could feel the wetness of Bubble’s semen dripping down his hindlegs. It made him happy knowing that the mess belonged to Bubble, and made him feel as if the stallion had marked his rump as his territory for the moment.

Butterscotch became aware of the fatigue in his hindlegs, having kept them rigid as Bubble had thrusted into his rump. With the deed done, he let his lower body drop against the bed. His body still tingling all over, Butterscotch writhed against the bed, digging his mane against the colorful sheets with a smile on his face.

“Aw, look who’s a happy stallion!” Bubble Berry said, crawling up toward Butterscotch and leaning over him. He pressed his muzzle against the pegasus’s cheek and kissed him gingerly. “Doesn’t that feel so good?”

Butterscotch gasped at the contact from Bubble. Though his penis was still tired from its release, it twitched slightly, as his whole body stood on end. His entire form felt electric, his very soul feeling more alive than ever. And it was all thanks to Bubble Berry, the hyperactive stallion who’d been more patient with him than he could have dreamed, and made him feel more comfortable with his new self-discovery.

Butterscotch turned his body over to properly face the stallion, looking into his blue eyes. He leaned forward and kissed the stallion on the lips, surprising even himself with his forwardness. He was just so happy that Bubble had accepted him, which helped Butterscotch accept himself. There were so many things going through his mind, and with no way to properly articulate them, it was all he could think of to properly express his feelings. Bubble accepted the kiss and returned the sentiment. He wrapped a hoof around his shoulder and held him close, letting their chests press up against one another. After a moment of enjoying each other’s embrace, Butterscotch pulled his lips away, and looked toward the stallion while resting his head on the pillow.

“Thank you so much for this, Bubble.” he said fondly, resting his hoof against the stallion’s chest. “I feel like the whole world’s been lifted off my shoulders. I’ve never felt so comfortable with myself in my entire life.”

“Hey, no problem Scotchy!” Bubble replied, as the pegasus leaned his head against his pink chest. “This is the kind of stuff I live for! Making my friends happy is what makes me happy!”
Butterscotch basked in the comfort of Bubble’s embrace. It felt so wonderful to lay against a sturdy chest like his, feeling the warmth of his body radiating against him. His eyes moved about, admiring the features of Bubble Berry. His usual playfulness and bubbly nature had made him appear somewhat childish in Butterscotch’s eyes before. Now he began to notice just how handsome the stallion was, taking note of his strong forelegs around him, and his squared muzzle with a smile pulled across the front. For once, he felt safe, protected from the world he’d seen as so scary and threatening. He wished he could hold onto it forever, take it home with him and use it to give him strength when he needed it most.

And idea entered Butterscotch’s mind. A question for Bubble, one he thought he knew the answer to already, but he had to ask nonetheless. Just in case he was wrong, he felt he had to take that chance, just in case it might lead to something greater.

“Bubble?” Butterscotch asked timidly, keeping his eyes focused on his chest.

“Yeah Scotchy?” Bubble replied cheerfully.
“Do you think I could be your… um…” Butterscotch felt the words get stuck in his throat as he thought it over. He gulped once, and forced them out, knowing it would sound awkward no matter how he phrased. “Your coltfriend?”

Bubble Berry’s only response was the sound of him breathing in sharply through his clenched teeth. He should have expected that it wouldn’t be so easy, to find true love in the first pony one had sex with. Still, Butterscotch felt his spirits drop a bit. He sunk his head further into Bubble’s chest, more to hide his face than to enjoy his comfort now.

“Hey Butters, don’t take it the wrong way, okay?” Bubble ran his hoof under the yellow pony’s head, tilting his chin up to look at him properly. “It’s just that I do this kind of thing with a lot- I mean a LOT- of the residents of Ponyville. I’ve never really thought about committing to something long term with another pony, and close myself off to everyone else. It’s nothing personal; I’d say no to anyone who asked, you know?” Butterscotch nodded, still keeping his eyes away from the stallion in front of him.

“Aw, please don’t be sad.” Bubble pleaded. “I’m not going to stop being your friend. You and me are always gonna be best buddies, along with Elusive, Applejack, Dusk and Blitz. We’ll hang out with each other, keep each other company, and if you ever feel like you need some extra special fun like you had today, you come over whenever you want to, and I’ll try to make it happen.” Bubble let his hoof glide across the pink mane along Butterscotch’s head. “That’s enough, right?”

Butterscotch thought it over. Even before today, Bubble had gone to great lengths to make he and a number of Ponyville’s residents cheerful when they needed it. He couldn’t possibly take that pleasure away from the town and keep it for himself. Even if they weren’t exclusive, Butterscotch still felt happy that Bubble had taken the time to help him explore his sexuality, and was offering to keep doing so in the future. He still hoped to find a compatible stallion that he could spend his life with; but for now, he was happy with the stallion’s friendship.

“That’s fine, Bubble.” Butterscotch replied. “I understand.”

“Thanks Scotchy.” Bubble replied, leaning forward and kissing him on the head. With the smile from before back on his face, Butterscotch breathed in through his nose, catching a delightful whiff of the scent coming from Bubble’s chest.

“That’s it, right there. That’s what makes my whole life worthwhile.” Bubble whispered, as Butterscotch closed his eyes. “Seeing you and others with a smile.”