Secret Desires
Eris closed the door to Butterscotch’s cottage, her eyes darting to the furniture and not hearing a single chirp or seeing a single paw or tail in sight. Taking a deep breath, Eris looked down to see her hoof tapping as she felt the chaos suppressed for many years flow from the tips of her ears to the tip of her tail. As her gaze drifted from her hoof to her snatch, Eris’ eyes fluttered close as she summoned the change to her body. The first time that Butterscotch had coaxed her into indulging one of the many fantasies she had being encased in stone, Eris had felt her blood run cold. Her reputation had already been in tatters due to how she treated countless ponies over her long lifespan, what would they think of her if she was plowing a stallion as if he were a mare? They’d freak out, thinking that she was succumbing to her chaos once more. And in a way, she was.
But the past few times, and right now, she felt quite the opposite way. Excitement flooding through her veins as she opened her eyes, she grinned as she grabbed her nine-inch cock of multiple colors. Eris had plump dark brown balls and a mixture of light blue, bright green, and dark red splashes all over her cock, presenting it as more of a fat candy stick than anything else.
As she rested her dragon foot on the stairs, Eris decided she couldn’t be bothered with walking. Flying up the stairs and stopping at the door, Eris toyed with the doorknob. Hearing a feminine whimper on the other side of the door, Eris chuckled. Gripping the doorknob and turning it open, Eris walked inside to see Butterscotch’s ass presented to her as he stood on his own bed with his face pressed against his own pillows and his ass high up in the air. His erect four inches bobbed in the air with a bead of precum leaking as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Eris couldn’t tell why until she saw his cock moving forward and backward. Eris giggled, walking closer and placing her talon hand on Butterscotch’s right ass cheek. Hearing the pegasus gasp underneath her touch, Eris tightly gripped his ass.
“Are you…humping the air?” Eris’ eyes widened as she spoke. Butterscotch looked at Eris with his wide blue eyes before closing his eyes and nodding. Eris’ dragon tail wrapped around one of his hind legs and tickled his pulsing cock. Butterscotch stiffened and whimpered as she leaned forward and used her lion paw to poke one digit into his butthole. Feeling the wet and cold sensation she had expected and hoped to feel, Eris took her paw away and replaced it with the tip of her cock against the pegasus’ hole. If the past ten times were anything to go by, it would still be tight as always. As she pushed, Butterscotch relaxed his body from his shoulders down to his plump posterior. Great Solaris, for such a tiny stallion, the pegasus had ass cheeks that Eris envied.
At the same time she felt his tight hole allow the tip of her cock inside, she heard Butterscotch mewl as his body trembled. Moving her talon hand off his cheek and climbing onto the bed, Eris towered over him like a lion over a defenseless gazelle, her paw and talon on either side of his face as her brown chest fur pressed against his soft pink mane. Unfurling her dragon tail from the stallion’s leg, Eris pushed more inches of her cock inside the tight warm hole of her pegasus prey. Butterscotch moaned and writhed underneath her, humping the air even more as over half of Eris’ length entered inside of him.
“P-Please Mi-Mistress~” Butterscotch spoke up underneath Eris.
“Please what? Isn’t it enough that you have me inside you, you little temptress?” Eris taunted him. “You don’t suppose you actually want the Goddess of Chaos to wreck you beyond repair, do you?”
“Y-Yes, I do~” Butterscotch moaned. “Plow me like the slutty mare I am, Mistress.”
“Well, if you insist~” Eris grinned, revealing her sharp teeth as she began to hilt the stallion. Once she did this the third time they had sex, she hadn’t allowed him inside her pussy ever since. The feeling of sinking her claws into him and nibbling his ear as she plowed him did wonders for the chaos that needed to come out of its cage, and Butterscotch seemed to have no problems taking all of the chaos that Equestria would’ve experienced on his own shoulders. Or, more accurately, his butthole.
Feeling her balls pressing against his own, she then pulled out half of her length and slammed herself back in. Feeling her balls loudly slap against Butterscotch’s own tiny balls, Eris growled as she repeated the same motion again and again. The slow and methodical slapping eventually picked up the pace as she began jackhammering the poor stallion beneath her. Even if she didn’t have Equestria under her control anymore, she knew that she had one stallion under her control.
Feeling a wave of chaotic stimulation reaching past the point of return, Eris sank her teeth into Butterscotch’s ear and slammed her whole length into his plump butt once more. She noticed a metallic taste in her mouth as he yelped, but the worry sank underneath the euphoria as she felt herself unloading inside of him. As she emptied her balls inside the cute colt-mare’s butt, her grip on his ear loosened as she collapsed on top of Butterscotch. As she rested her head against his pillows and closed her eyes for a moment, she felt squirming underneath her.
“Oh!” Eris stood up, allowing Butterscotch to roll out from underneath her. “Sorry, dear.”
“Tis okay,” Butterscotch smiled at her. “Still think Solaris assigning you to me for reformation was a bad idea?”
Eris rolled her eyes and gave a loud snort as she laid on the bed, yanking the stallion by his mane towards her flaccid cock.
“Shut up and clean me off, pet,” Eris ordered.
Butterscotch leaped towards her, licking her cock and humping his own bed in the process, always out of reach of his orgasm. Eris kept a tight grip on his mane as he took a third of her cock into his mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as if he was sucking on candy.
Eris wouldn’t admit that such a soft little pony could have such a profound effect on her life. And Butterscotch didn’t need to hear the words anytime soon, not when her actions spoke volumes about how she felt.
No, that conversation would be for another time.