Title: Self-Satisfaction, Ch. 1 [Fluttershy X Butterscotch] [Clop] Author: RocketAnon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/ksefZ5Gq First Edit: Friday 25th of July 2014 12:36:26 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Saturday 25th of June 2016 04:47:24 AM CDT >You open the door to your cottage, motioning for Butterscotch to enter >Smiling nervously, he nods before walking in >You follow soon after, closing the door behind you >"Thank you..." Butterscotch stammers, "...for letting me stay over, Fluttershy." "Oh, no, it's no problem at all, really." >You try to hide the nervousness in your own voice, but fail miserably "It's... well, it would have been just awful to leave you out on the street while Twilight figures out how to send you home..." >Your guest looks around the room in awe as you speak >"Everything's so... similar," Butterscotch mutters, poking around. He moves to the bookshelf, pulling out a large tome. >Opening the book reveals a hollowed compartment, containing several baby carrots >Butterscotch's jaw drops. "You... store Cherub's emergency stash there too, even?" "Cherub?" >The gears whir in your head for a moment before you have a realisation "Oh, you must mean little Angel bunny. And yeah, I -do- keep them there." >Butters puts the book away as an awkward silence ensues >Eventually, the stallion breaks the silence. "This is weird..." "Yeah..." >You meekly nod in agreement "I wonder... Butterscotch?" >"Yes?" "How did you get your cutie mark?" >Butterscotch explains how, during Summer Flight Camp, the bullies had been harassing him after "the most humiliating" moment in his life - his stumble and crash from an obstacle ring >At this point, you decide to interrupt "Wait, um, Butterscotch..." >He looks at you quizzically. "Yes, Fluttershy? What's the matter?" "It's just, well... um... are you sure that was the -most- humiliating moment of your life? It's just, well..."   >You continue to try and form words, but the immense embarrassment you're experiencing prevents you from vocalising them >Heat floods your face; you imagine you're currently turning a deep scarlet >"Fluttershy?" He looks at you, concerned. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." "Oh, um... well... For me, the week before, at Flight Camp... Rainbow Dash kind of..." >Butterscotch scratches his chin for a moment, thinking back >Suddenly, his eyes go wide as dinner plates >"Oh Solaris, no..." Butterscotch's face turns as red as your own. "Blitz walked in on... the apple pie..." "Apple pie?" >You cock your head "I was, um... I... a carrot..." >Butterscotch blinked, surprised. "So you got caught, too?" "Y-yeah." >The two of you look awkwardly away from one-another, in perfect synchronicity of utter embarrassment >You swallow hard and take a deep breath, trying to recover your nerve >Eventually, you gather the courage to continue "Butters...? How... how does that work, for you? With the pie...? What do you even..." >You lose your nerve, trailing off >Nevertheless, your guest seems to have gotten the gist of your question, as he turns back to you to speak, still bright red in the face >"Well," he begins, "I, sort of made a hole in the top. And then kind of, well, I put my..." >The stallion gestures with his forehooves, trying to explain his method non-verbally "Oh, okay..." >You understand now what Butters had done >"So, if it's alright to ask, did you... put the carrot up inside..." >You nod, still having difficulty forming the words needed for a coherent response   >You look over at Butterscotch, noticing his stallionhood beginning to emerge from its sheath >Staring in surprise, you avert your eyes soon after "Oh, I'm so sorry, I, I didn't mean to..." >"What's the matter, Fluttershy?" "I accidentally looked at your, um, your..." >Still looking away, you gesture blindly at his lower body >He looks down, then immediately somehow turns an even deeper shade of red before crossing his hindlegs awkwardly >Another period of silence ensues >This time, you decide to break it "You know, I... that's the first time I've ever really seen a stallion's thing." >Butterscotch looks back at you. "I've never really seen a mare up-close either..." His eyes shift a bit. "You know, down there." >The two of you look back at one-another, steeling yourselves internally >Just then, an idea crosses your mind >And judging by the look on your guest's face, something has crossed his as well "I was wondering-" >"Do you wanna-" >The two of you speak, then cut yourselves short simultaneously, covering your mouths with your hooves for a moment "I'm sorry, you go first" >"No, you can go first, Fluttershy," Butterscotch replies meekly. "If you want to, I mean." >Not wanting to drag this out any longer than necessary, you don't push the matter further "Well, um... I was thinking, since neither of us have seen, well, up-close... Maybe you and I could..." >You focus every ounce of courage you have into finishing the sentence "...show eachother? If, you know, that's okay with you?" >Butterscotch slowly begins to walk towards you. "...Okay," he answers, barely above a whisper   ===   >Your heart is pounding at a million miles a minute as the two of you move up to your bedroom, locking the door behind you >The stallion walks towards the bed, sitting up on the edge whilst covering his shame >"Alright," he says, his hooves trembling. "Here goes..." >He closes his eyes as he moves his hooves away, revealing his erect member >You gasp as you take the sight in >Although Butters is below average by stallion standards, his shaft is still an imposing sight to your virgin eyes >Looking upon it in awe, you raise a hoof towards it, stopping just short of its surface "Can I please... touch it? If that's alright?" >"Y-yeah... You can touch it." >You gingerly move your hoof forward before stroking it down the length of the rod ever-so-gently >Eventually, you reach his balls >You trace circles around them, curious >"Flu... Fluttershy, please..." An element of panic is in Butterscotch's voice as he speaks while you continue to poke around his testicles, becoming more firm in your movements by the second. "Don't...!" >You pull your hoof away from his testes faster than lightning "Oh, I'm so, so, so sorry!" >Your voice is filled with sincere regret. "Did I hurt you? Please be okay. I didn't mean to-" >"It's okay," he answers, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'm just really tender there." >You put a hoof on Butters' shoulder to reassure him "Okay. I won't touch them anymore." >Butters smiles back at you. "Thank you." >You take your hoof off of his shoulder before returning it to side of his shaft >He nods at you, and you resume your exploration, this time stroking the rod's length up and down >Your motions become gradually faster and stronger as you press the dong against Butterscotch's belly, rubbing it up and down as fast as you can as he gasps in pleasure >However, you quickly tire, and have to take your hoof away before long >You shake out your hoof as you feel the start of a cramp >"Aw..." Butterscotch looks down at you from the bed, disappointed. "Why did you stop?" "I'm sorry. I just ran out of puff... Did I make you, you know...?"   >Butterscotch shakes his head. "No," he answers. "Oh..." >"But," he continues, "it still felt really good. Thanks..." >You feel your heart flutter in your chest as you hear Butterscotch's words >Your first time touching a stallion, and you made them feel good >Even if you didn't make him climax, it's still an achievement in your eyes >"Can I, you know..." Butterscotch asks, shifting off the bed, "look at you now please?" "Yes, of course." >You meekly climb up onto the bed, where Butterscotch had been sitting not a moment ago >As he gets into position below, you slowly spread your knees, revealing yourself to him >You can barely watch out of the corners of your eyes as Butterscotch stares deeply at your flower "I'm sorry..." >Your voice is quiet as you feel Butterscotch's breath against your lower lips "It's... it's dirty, I know..." >Butterscotch looks up at you with doelike eyes. "It's beautiful, Fluttershy." >Your mind goes haywire as you process those words >You always saw your nethers as something disgusting or dirty, something to be hidden from sight whenever possible >Yet here was Butterscotch, praising them as beautiful >It didn't make any sense, yet for the first time, you feel good about that part of your body >Your train of thought is interrupted by another meek murmur from the yellow stallion. "Is it alright if I, you know..." He raises a hoof towards your opening, and you nod, granting him permission to proceed >A jolt of electricity goes through your body as his hoof makes contact >"It's wet," Butterscotch mutters as he begins to grind his hoof up and down your slit >The feelings of shame from before return >You tightly shut your eyes >"...I like it."   >And just like that, the shame fades once more as you let yourself become lost in Butterscotch's movements >His hoof is a little rough against you, but you don't mind enough to complain >However, he doesn't seem to be using much variety - he's stuck entirely to the area around your opening so far, and hasn't even tried touching your clit >You wonder whether he thinks it's like his balls, weak and tender >You muster the willpower to speak up "Butterscotch, try rubbing the little..." >You use your hoof to point towards your clitoris "This. It'll feel good." >Butterscotch immediately ceases his vaginal poking, looking up to you. "Are you sure? That it's okay, I mean...?" "Yeah. You can touch me there, Butterscotch." >He nods before returning to your privates, this time rubbing little circles around your clit >You begin to feel a pressure building within you as he moves >Your hips begin grinding into his hoof, almost on their own >However, just as you felt yourself approaching the edge, the sensation fades >Looking down, you see Butterscotch, cradling his right hoof >"I'm sorry, Fluttershy." He massages the joint with his other hoof. "Cramp." >You let out a whine as you feel your pussy twitch, begging for release >"I'm sorry..." "It's okay. I understand." >Doing your best to contain your feelings, you look down, noticing Butterscotch's member still at full-mast >You realise that he really is in your shoes, and an idea crosses your mind >You roll onto the bed fully before patting the empty space beside you "What if we, um..." >You bite your lip as you try to find the words "...finish ourselves off?"   >"O-okay." Butterscotch rises up, jumping onto the bed before landing with a gentle pomf >His cock, though petite, stands proudly as he lay on his back >The two of you look into one-another's eyes as you both move your hooves southward >Moistening your hooves with your natural fluids, you begin rubbing your clit furiously >Your eyes wander down to his shaft as you see him doing likewise, using his left hoof to prop his shaft in place while using his right hoof to stroke it rapidly >He catches you stealing a glance at his methods, and you catch him doing the same soon after >Yet, you don't feel embarrassment overwhelming you, and you don't see any of it on him >Instead, the two of you share a knowing smile as you both quicken your pace >Your breaths become shallower as you feel yourself approach your limit once again >This time, however, you are not denied >You feel the heat overwhelm your nethers as you climax >The muscles in your midsection contract, raising your head off of the pillow with each pulse of your release >Your rubbing slows to a gradual halt as you look over to Butterscotch, who also seems to be on the edge >Suddenly, without warning, a white strand shoots from his tip, flying through the air before landing on your belly >In shock at the sudden eruption, you continue to watch as another two or three lesser strands shoot out, this time landing on the bedspread or his own belly >Butterscotch closes his eyes, catching his breath >After a moment, he looks over to you, the look of vacant bliss on his face quickly replaced with concern >"Oh, I'm sorry. I..." The stallion panics as he notices the rope of semen on your belly. "I didn't mean to..." >You raise a hoof to his lips, silencing him "It's alright."   >Shuffling closer to Butterscotch, you move your hoof away before craning your muzzle towards him >Butterscotch responds in kind, bringing his head forward to complete the kiss >The two of you wrap your limbs around each-other for a close hug as your mouths continue their dance >Neither of you dare try forcing any tongue into the affair, however, content to enjoy this first kiss for what it is >After what seems like an eternity, but what is probably closer to a minute in reality, the two of you pull away, catching your breath >Looking down, the two of you immediately notice that your little bout of romance has had an unintended consequence >The strands of Butterscotch's semen have been thoroughly smeared and pressed into your and his coats, creating a filmy, sticky mess >You blush deeply as you pull away, embarrassed at what your hastiness has caused "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" >This time, it's Butterscotch who cuts you off by pressing his lips against yours >Pulling away after a couple seconds, he shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Though," he continues, his voice becoming meek once again, "maybe I should take a shower. And, um, not to be insulting, but, you too..." >You blush, nodding as you contemplate the jizz spread throughout your coat "Yeah... You can go first, if you want." >"Oh okay. Thank you," he replies, slowly shuffling off of the bed. >He stops soon after, however, turning back to look at you >"Actually," he begins, a familiar nervousness in his voice, "maybe we could... shower together?" >You smile at Butterscotch, hopping off the bed to join him at his side "Sure... if you're okay with it, I mean." >"I'm okay with it if you are," he answers quietly. >Satisfied that you're both on the same page, the two of you open the door, walking down the hall to the bathroom   ===   >Before long, the two of you stand across from one-another in the shower, breathing in the steam as the water flows down from above >You step towards Butterscotch, who matches your movement >Meeting in the middle, the two of you nuzzle together under the showerhead, your manes and coats becoming soaked >After a few moments, you feel Butterscotch back away >He grabs a washcloth from the shower rack, using his wing to squeeze some liquid soap onto it >"Is it alright if I, you know..." he asks, holding the cloth near your coat "Oh, of course. Go right ahead." >You sigh as he begins to scrub your body with the soapy cloth, easily reaching and cleansing those places which were just about impossible for you to reach alone >You shift and move to accommodate Butterscotch's hooves as he continues, lathering up your flanks, legs and underbelly >Eventually, you feel him working towards your pussy "Um, Butters?" >Butterscotch arrests his movement. "Yes, Fluttershy? What's the matter?" "Well... I'm not supposed to get soap, you know. Down there." >Your voice drops to a whisper as you speak, barely audible over the rush of water. "It, well, it messes things up." >The stallion nods, moving the cloth away from your nethers and towards your chest neck. "Oh... okay then. I understand," he replies, a tinge of disappointment in his voice >After another minute of soaping and rinsing, you gently scoop the cloth from his hoof, applying another squirt of soap "My turn to wash you, Butterscotch. If you want, that is..."   >"Sure," he answers, bowing his neck down to make it easier to reach >You start returning the favour to him, scrubbing his coat down all over >Back, belly, sides, flank, limbs >Eventually, you find your hoof quite close to his semi-chub stallionhood >You pause "Is it okay if I... wash you down there?" >"Yeah... yeah, it's okay." Butterscotch looks around at you, faintly smiling. "And the balls, too, if you want. Just, please be as gentle as you can." >You take a page out of Iron Will's book, looking Butterscotch firmly in the eye "Don't worry. I won't hurt you again." >You delicately stroke Butterscotch's testes with the cloth, making sure to apply as little pressure as possible >His dong begins to expand in response, swelling to nearly its full size by the time you're finished >With the balls taken care of, you start to wipe down his rod >Butterscotch moans slightly as you continue, becoming hard as steel at your touch >He lets out a quiet, yet clearly disappointed groan as you finish and allow him to rinse off >As he rears up and plants his hooves against the shower wall to allow the water to cascade down his underside, you can't help but stare at his rock-hard pride "Butters...?" >Maintaining his stance, he looks down at you. "Yes, Flutters?" He chuckles slightly upon realising the inadvertent rhyme "I was wondering, I'd like to... I mean, if you're okay with it, can I please... taste your thing?" >Butterscotch's jaw drops in response. After a moment, however, he regains his senses. "Yeah... You can. But," he asks, curious, "do you really want to, Fluttershy?" "I do. Really."   >Butterscotch shifts his position, now leaning with his back against the shower wall and his dick exposed >You stare at it tentatively before moving forward slowly, stopping with your muzzle less than an inch from the tip >Opening your mouth, you give the head a delicate lick >The shaft twitches as Butterscotch flinches >You pull back in response "Sorry. Did I do something wrong...?" >"No, Flutters. Just... that felt different. Wasn't ready for it." His soft, kind gaze meets your eyes. "You can try again if you want." "Okay then. Take two..." >You move forward again, this time taking a longer, firmer lick >You hear Butterscotch gasp and feel his member twitch, but he doesn't flinch, allowing you to continue >For another minute, you continue to lick the shaft and head, occasionally daring to press your tongue at the end of his urethra >You feel a hoof at the back of your head gently nudging you forward, as if urging you to take the rigid shaft into your maw >"Please..." Butterscotch's voice registers faintly within your ears. >Without another moment of hesitation, you open your mouth, taking the head and an inch of the shaft in before wrapping your lips firmly about the outside >With the dick firmly in your mouth, you think about what to do next >You never had the nerve to seek out pornography, and until tonight the closest thing to sex you've ever had was a kiss on the cheek from a colt back in Flight School >So, you decide to just go with whatever you can think of >You begin to suckle upon Butterscotch's dick like a teat, pausing to occasionally lick the tip with your tongue >Butterscotch moans deeply in response, encouraging you >Proper technique or not, whatever you were doing was working >Feeling brave, you decide to move your head forward and take another inch or two into yourself   >Unfortunately, this proves to be a terrible decision, as you immediately begin to cough and gag >You pull away, humiliated as you try your hardest not to vomit >Unable to look at Butterscotch directly, you avert your eyes "I'm sorry..." >You feel tears welling up in your eyes; luckily, the shower water cloaks their presence "I'm not very good at this, am I?" >Butterscotch comes down from the wall, moving in to nuzzle you. "It's okay, Fluttershy," he coos. "We're both new at this. We're allowed to not be perfect." >The two of you stay together for a moment, relaxing under the water; you take the opportunity to calm yourself "Thank you." >After another moment, Butterscotch pulls away to look at you. "So, um... can I please taste you now?" >You smile at Butterscotch, turning around "Yes... If you wouldn't mind, that is." >You lift your tail, exposing your marehood to him >Versus the heat of the steam, his breath strikes your tenders as a cool breeze by comparison >He seems to hover there for a few seconds, before you suddenly feel his tongue hungrily invading you >He laps about the lips of your flower before moving downward, pausing to suckle on your clit for a moment >Then, he moves back up >Without warning, he drives his tongue deep into your passage, tasting the walls of your inner sanctum >He clumsily swirls his tongue inside as you whimper pathetically and as your legs begin to quiver >You feel a pause in the action shortly afterwards, however, as you hear him gasping for breath >Just as quickly, though, he's at it again, exploring your depths and sucking your button   >After several rounds of this, you feel your climax building within you >Not wanting the moment to be spoiled at the last second, you move a hoof down to your clit as Butterscotch goes back to tonguing the depths of your vagina >As his tongue swirls, your hoof rubs against your nub at an incredible pace >The dual stimulus is enough to send you over the edge >You climax, your muscles contracting around Butterscotch's tongue as your forehoof goes stiff, stuck under your body >He pulls away soon after, desperately gasping for fresh air >The moment your orgasm subsides, you turn around, throwing your forelimbs around Butterscotch's neck in a tight hug >"Did I, um..." Butterscotch puffs, still slightly out of breath. "Did I do it that time?" >You hug him even tighter "Yeah... you did." >As the two of you embrace, you feel the water starting to run cold "Looks like the hot water's starting to run out..." >Your voice carries a distinct note of disappointment >You were hoping to have a second chance to give Butterscotch a blowjob to repay him for the amazing experience you just had, and to make up for the way you messed up the first time >"Yeah, it seems that way," Butterscotch replies. He turns off the taps before cracking open the shower door, grabbing for a towel. "Here." "Oh, thank you..." >You take the towel from Butterscotch, drying yourself off quickly so as to not leave him hanging for long   ===   >Eventually, the both of you are dried and back in your bedroom >You throw the cum-stained blanket off of the bed and into the laundry pile before putting a new one on together with Butterscotch "Now, Butterscotch, I was originally going to suggest one of us sleep on the couch this evening, but... well... do you..." >As you fumble with your words, the stallion leans in, curious "Do you want to sleep with me tonight? We can share the bed, if you're okay with that." >"Of course I'm okay with it," Butterscotch answers excitedly. He moves around to the left side of the bed, peeling the cover back before climbing in >You happily trot over to the opposite side, doing likewise >Together under the covers with Butterscotch, you reach over to the lantern on your bedside table, turning the valve and shutting it off, leaving the room in darkness >"Goodnight, Fluttershy," you hear Butterscotch say as he wraps a hoof around you, pulling you in close "Goodnight, Butterscotch. See you in the morning." >After a few minutes, when you feel Butterscotch's breathing relax and steady itself into a sleep-like pace, you quietly whisper an addendum. "I love you." >You sigh deeply, letting yourself drift off to sleep >Just as slumber begins to claim you, however, you hear a final whisper in the night >"I love you too."