Title:           Self-Satisfaction, Ch. 2 [Fluttershy X Butterscotch] [Clop]
Author:          RocketAnon
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First Edit:      Tuesday 29th of July 2014 09:51:06 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Saturday 25th of June 2016 04:47:17 AM CDT

>You blink your eyes as you wake, the sun filtering through the half-drawn curtains
>Behind you was Butterscotch, still asleep
>Though you couldn't see his face, his gentle snoring was a clear giveaway
>As you shuffle under the sheets and get comfortable, you feel something poke into your rear
>Looking over your shoulder and towards your flank, heat floods your face as you realise it can only be one thing
"Oh... oh my."
>Butterscotch's rod was pressing directly into the nook between your hindlegs
>You pause for a moment, hoping that he's still asleep
>A snore quickly confirms this, calming you down
>However, as he snores again, an idea enters your head
>You raise your right hindleg and shift ever so slightly, letting Butterscotch's shaft come to rest against your most sensitive place
>Gasping as he makes contact, you gently lower your leg again, sandwiching him in place
>You begin to flex your thighs and slowly shuffle below the sheets, feeling his turgid part teasing your clit and lips
>After a minute of this, though, you begin to feel Butterscotch stir
>Panicking, you freeze immediately, your thighs clamping down on his private part
>"Good morning, Fluttershy," you hear him say, groggily. "Is something wrong? I felt you shifti... oh."
>He goes silent as he looks down, seeing where his dick is planted and feeling the moistness of your folds at its tip
>Suddenly, he pulls his hips away, freeing himself from the grip of your hindlegs
>"I'm sorry," he whisper-shouts, clearly freaking out. "I... I didn't mean to... It's just that it sometimes goes like that when I'm sleeping..." His voice is quietening down to a whimper at this point. "Please don't hate me..."
"Shh... it's okay."
>You roll over to face the whimpering stallion, hugging him tight
"It's my fault. I... I felt it back on my legs, and I, well..."
>You look to the side, then back to him before continuing
"I kind of let it go through."
 
>"You... let it go there?" Butterscotch calms down, confusion replacing panic. "Why?"
"I just wanted to know... You know. How it felt."
>Shame begins to well up inside you as you explain yourself
"Direct contact."
>You sniff, burying your face into his neck
"B-but... it was wrong. I should have asked. I'm a bad pony..."
>Butterscotch now takes his turn to comfort you, patting the back of your head with a hoof before answering. "...you can ask now, if you want."
>Keeping your head buried, you try your hardest to calm down and prepare yourself for what you're going to say next
"Butters... Can I please, well, could you..."
>You take a deep breath
"Canyoutouchmedowntherewithyourthing? If, well, if you don't mind..."
>Butterscotch's hoof pauses its gentle stroking of your mane as he takes your question in
>After a moment of silence, you feel his head turn
>His lips meet your cheek. "Okay. We can do that." He blushes, lowering his tone. "I... I kinda want to know what it feels like too."
>You squeeze Butterscotch tightly, grateful for both his forgiveness and his curiosity
"Th-thank you."
>You untangle one-another from your hugs before laying on your back, your hindlegs spread apart a bit
>Butterscotch moves around afterwards, his forelegs planted firmly, yet gently upon your shoulders
>His hindlegs rest between yours, his shaft pointing directly at your slit
>"Are you ready, Flutters," he asks, his eyes shifting back-and-forth between your own eyes and your crotch
>You silently nod in response as you feel his lower body shift
>Looking down, you see his rod slowly moving in towards its target
>His tip meets your lower lips and you shiver in response to the sensation
>The stallion's forelimb moves down between his body and yours, seemingly using it to check his position before returning it to your shoulder
 
>He starts rocking his hips back and forth, gently mashing his shaft into your vulva
>The top edge of his head catches your clit as the bottom edge grazes the perimeter of your opening
>Even though he's not penetrating you, this is still unlike anything you've ever felt before
>Improvised dildos always felt too hard and rigid, and you never had the courage to try and get your hooves on a real one
>Your own hooves were a little too broad and weirdly shaped for the task
>Even the oral sex from the previous night, amazing as it was, felt a little weird
>But this felt natural, somehow
>Looking up at Butterscotch, you could tell he felt the same way
>His anxiety from earlier all but gone; his expression now one of pure bliss
>You feel yourself becoming wetter by the second as Butterscotch increases both the pace and intensity of his movements
>You widen your legs and begin to grind your hips in response, your desire for this butter-coloured stallion overriding all conscious control of your actions
>Suddenly, the pressure from the outer areas of your vulva disappear, replaced by a full sensation in the shallows of your inner passage
>The two of your freeze immediately
>"Did I just... go in?" The two of you look down at the space between your bodies
>Checking your privates, you both confirm Butterscotch's tip has disappeared inside of you, though the bulk of his modest member remain outside
"...Yeah."
>"Um..." He looks back at you nervously. "Do you think I should pull it out?"
"Well, er..."
>Thoughts swirl about your mind
>You liked Butterscotch a lot; maybe even loved him
>And he had said as much to you the night before, though part of you thinks you might have merely imagined that
>Even if you didn't, though, you still wonder whether you're ready to give yourself to another stallion
>You think that this all seems to be happening so fast
>But one look at his face gives you the answer you need
 
>"I'm sorry," he says, shifting his body slightly. "I'll get it out of-"
"No!"
>You raise your voice in what would be a shout by your standards
"I mean, um... Please. Don't take it out..."
>You raise your muzzle, resting it against Butterscotch's cheek
"I want this. Please."
>Your partner pauses for a little while, looking at you carefully before speaking. "Okay. If you're sure, I mean," he finally answers. "It's alright if you don't wanna do it."
"Really, it's okay. Are you okay with it?"
>"Y-yeah," he stammers. "I am."
"Alright. Just, um..."
>Butterscotch moves about again
>You feel his member return to its previous depth before going slightly deeper, stopping after another inch
>He then draws it out a little bit before slowly repeating the motion
>"Like that?" His voice is excited, but uncertain
"Y-yeah. That... feels good. Keep going..."
>Over the course of a minute, Butterscotch's pace increases
>Bit by bit, his rod drives deeper into your cavern with every thrust
>Just as he's about to bottom out in you, though, he pulls back, his tip barely staying inside you
>Then, he thrusts forward, going as far in as he can
>You feel his shoulders pressing down on you as he holds his position, a strange expression on his face
>You wonder whether he's starting to cum
>Immediately, you panic
"Wait... G-get out!"
>Butterscotch's eyes snap open and he withdraws, holding his tip just outside of your flower
>He gives you a worried look. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, it's just... I thought you were about to go off..."
>Butterscotch breathes a sigh of relief. "Oh, no. I was, well," he explains, "I just wanted to try moving different."
"Oh."
>"Sorry... I didn't mean to make you worry." He looks away awkwardly. "Did, did it feel okay, though?"
"Yeah. It did."
>You reach a hoof up to his body, stroking the side of his ribs
"Please keep going."
 
>He looks back down, nudging his dick with a hoof and aiming it at your entryway
>"Okay. And I'll... let you know if I'm gonna, you know..." Butterscotch's voice trails off. "...go off. Please trust me."
>You nod in response
"I trust you."
>With those three words, you feel him re-enter you, steadily burying himself to the hilt within your folds
>Butterscotch holds his position again, like before
>Then he pulls out almost all the way, repeating the process to deliver deep, repeated strokes
>He begins to pick up the pace and you rock your hips, awkwardly trying to match his motions
>You feel your orgasm approaching before long, and you place your forelimbs around his neck
>As you're about to instinctively wrap your hindlegs around his waist, however, your partner stops
>"Oh, buck," he whispers, freeing himself of your grip and drawing his stallionhood out of you
>He flops onto the bed beside you. "I'm gonna..." He touches himself as he murmurs, his movements even faster than the night before
>Stifling a whine, you do likewise, masturbating as quickly as you can
>You cum within seconds, your orgasm sending spasms through your body
>Looking over at Butterscotch, however, you see he's still going
>Slightly delirious from the post-climax eurphoria, you build up the courage to help him
>His eyes shut tight, you take your chance to sneakily shift your position, your face now inches away from his shaft
>Gently, you grab his hooves, arresting his movement
>Butterscotch looks down at you and whimpers in response. "Don't... I'm so close..."
"I know, Butters. Just... watch."
 
>You lick your lips before taking him into your mouth, repeating the same suckle-and-lick routine of the previous night
>He grunts as he lets his whole body go limp, letting you finish him off
>This time, you don't push yourself too hard, staying within the safe zone of your gag reflex
>As you look up at his face, he looks down at yours
>The moment you make eye contact, you feel a jet of a warm, salty fluid entering your mouth
>Then another, and another
>Soon, your cheeks are filled with Butterscotch's stallion juice
>As he lies down to recover, you quickly look for something - anything - you can use to get rid of it
>You eventually find one of your discarded socks near the bed
>Holding it at your mouth, you spit the foul-tasting cream out before wiping your tongue down with a still-dry section of the garment
>Tossing the sock onto the laundry pile, you roll back over to Butterscotch, hugging him tightly
>Face to face, you share breaths as you both recover from your lovemaking session
>"That... was incredible, Flutters," you hear him squeak out in-between breaths
"It was..."
>The two of you kiss, this time much more vigorously than the night before
>You open your mouth slightly, inviting Butterscotch's tongue inside
>It RSVPs promptly, invading your maw and running rings around your teeth
>You try to poke and prod it with your own tongue, with mixed results
>After a little while, though, you pull your mouth away, giggling
"That felt funny..."
>"Yeah... Do you want to try it too?"
"Mm-hmm."
 
>You go in for another kiss, this time feeling Butterscotch opening his mouth
>Cautiously, you slip your tongue in, using it to poke at his own
>He responds by trying to pin your tongue with his, to no avail
>A game of oral cat-and-mouse ensues as you continue to explore
>The kiss breaks after a few more moments
>You pause, looking at one-another
>Your mouth opens to speak, with Butterscotch's doing likewise at the same time
>"I love you."
"I love you."
>The confession rings out in a soft stereo, and you both laugh softly in response before sharing another kiss - this time, quick and soft
>No longer awkward or uncomfortable with one-another, your gaze is one of mutual serenity and peace
>Which is promptly shattered by a thumping noise at the front door
>"Fluttershy?"
>The two of you let out a synchronised groan
"I think that's Twilight."
>"Can't we stay in bed a little longer," Butterscotch asks, holding you tightly
>"I know you two are in there," Twilight calls out
"Somehow... I don't think that's happening."
 
===
 
>You and Butterscotch make your way to the front door
>Flicking the lock, you allow it to swing open
"Oh, there you are, Fluttershy," Twilight says, cheerfully. "And Butterscotch too, I see."
>"Hi, Dus-" Butterscotch cuts himself off as he realises his mistake. "Er, I mean, Twilight. How are you?"
>"Oh, I'm fine," she answers plainly. "You two look kind of bushed, though. Were you two in the middle of something?"
>You shoot a nervous glance at Butterscotch, and he does the same
"Um, well... I..."
>"Er..." Butterscotch adds, stammering
>"...guys?"
"Exercise!"
>Your doppelganger raises an eyebrow at you. "Exercise?"
>You elbow him lightly in the side, trying to get him to play along
>"Oh, right, exercise," he says, as confidently as he can manage. "Fluttershy and I were... comparing our exercise routines!"
"It was very intense."
>Twilight eyes the two of you carefully. "Well, alright then," she answers, clearly not fully convinced. Still, she seems satisfied enough to not feel the need to press further
"So, Twilight... what brings you here this morning?"
>"Well," she answers, "I was exchanging messages with Dusk Shine, and I think we're on the verge of a breakthrough with the portal!"
>"Oh... is that so?" A mix of trepidation and excitement colours Butterscotch's speech
>"Yep!" Twilight smiles broadly as she levitates a set of complicated-looking documents and diagrams out of her saddlebags. "The nature of the anomaly is as of yet unknown, though Dusk Shine seems to think it may have to do with Brizospacial entanglement."
>Butterscotch raises a hoof, hoping to get Twilight's attention before she continues
>"Oh! Yes, Butterscotch," she asks. "Do you have a question?"
>"Um, yes. You said Dusk could send you messages?" He tilts his head, quizzically. "How does that work?"
>"I'm glad you asked," Twilight replied, her diagrams shuffling about in the air. "Brizospatial or otherwise, whatever medium is linking our universe to yours doesn't seem to affect certain magical spells."
>She starts to pace
>"While I was experimenting with various spells," she explains, "it turned out another pony from the other side had the same idea at exactly the same time. So when we both used the Memory Spell, we, well..."
>Twilight pauses, uncertain
"Yes, Twilight?"
>"We... ended up linking minds. Temporarily sharing a single consciousness." You and Butterscotch look at Twilight in shock as she continues. "That pony happened to be my Arrowverse counterpart, Dusk Shine."
>"Arrowverse?"
>"Yes," Twilight responds. "Spike noticed the arrow-like shape of the rift as it appears from this side, and started referring to it as 'The Door to the Arrowverse'. I guess I picked it up from him."
>You shrug
"Well, I guess that makes sense..."
>"So, coming back to Dusk Shine. When we linked minds, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. We shared memories, thoughts, feelings, all in unison. We even saw out of each-others' eyes."
"Wow... That's incredible, Twilight."
>"Yeah," Butterscotch adds, quietly. "Having two sets of eyes sounds kind of scary, though..."
>Your bookish friend nods. "It was, at first. Terrifying, actually. But when we calmed down and let ourselves synchronise, everything made sense. I saw his memories of you disappearing," she explained, gesturing towards Butterscotch, "and he saw my memories of finding you. As well as our memories and thoughts of, well, pretty much everything else," she adds, sheepish
>In unison, you and Butterscotch blink in surprise
"...Everything? Oh, my. I can't even begin to imagine..."
 
>"Well, that's the thing," she answers, "If it were any other pony, I probably would have been mortified to have them in my head like that." She shakes her head before continuing. "But Dusk Shine wasn't any other pony. He's me. I'm him. Every little private, hidden thought I've ever had, his mind already had a mirror of it. We literally had no secrets left between us."
>"I... I think I understand now," Butterscotch murmurs. "I told Fluttershy a... well, kind of a secret last night," he explains, his face flushed
>You decide to finish the explanation for him and save him the embarrassment
"And it turned out that Butterscotch's secret was the same as one of mine. There were a few -teensy- differences, but..."
>Twilight smiles. "I understand exactly what you mean," she assures you. "But yes, after Dusk and I got a handle on what was happening, we worked out a study and communication schedule."
"A schedule?"
>"We agreed to study all we could, then retry the Memory spell across the rift every three hours, on the hour, to compare notes," Twilight explains, before bringing out another diagram
>Judging by the context and the pictures, you figure it to be a picture of the multiverse
>Each universe had a symbol marked upon it - the one at the centre with a red cross, another with a blue arrow, and others with circles, triangles and rectangles of various colours
>"Because both our universe and the Arrowverse are linked the way they are," she continues, ignoring the bemused looks on your and Butterscotch's faces, "we theorised that they aren't moving relative to one another within interuniversal space, and that, as a result, relativistic time dilation shouldn't occur. We proved this theory correct at 5 this morning, when our second spell went through and connected perfectly."
>As Twilight finally finishes talking, you raise your forehoof
"...I'm sorry, but, Relativity? Time dilation?"
 
>Butterscotch stares blankly at the paper. "I'm not sure I quite understand any of this either..."
>Twilight suppresses an annoyed grunt before pausing to think of a simpler way to explain this. "Okay. Short version - time here and time in the Arrowverse is flowing in lockstep. Every hour here is an hour there."
>You nod in response
"Oh. That does sound convenient."
>"Convenient?" Twilight's eyes light up. "Try amazing! This could completely turn multiverse theory on its head! Starswirl and Aristrotle would have killed for an opportunity like this!"
>You and Butterscotch look at each-other nervously, unsure as to how to react to Twilight's gushing
>However, she calms down quickly enough. "Sorry about that. I know you're a long way from home, Butterscotch. And that's part of why I came here this morning."
"What do you mean by that, Twilight?"
>Twilight closes her eyes, her expression softening. "When Dusk Shine and I connected last time, I felt something within him." She looks towards your Arrowverse counterpart. "He knows from me that you're safe. But he still wants to talk to you, to see you with his own eyes. Or my eyes, rather."
>She looks over towards Ponyville, focusing on the clock tower
>Doing likewise, you and Butterscotch note the time
>7:45AM
>"I'm due to link with Dusk again in 15 minutes," Twilight says plainly. "Butterscotch, if you could join me, I'm sure it would help put Dusk at ease."
>"Oh... of course!" Butterscotch smiles, happy at the idea of seeing his friend again. "But, Twilight, can..." He looks over to you, concerned. "Can Fluttershy come too?"
>You try to contain your blushing as your heart melts at Butterscotch's gaze
>"Sure. I know Dusk would love to meet the mare who's been looking after his friend." Twilight spreads her wings as she speaks, charging up a spell with her horn. "Now, quickly, you two. We don't have much time to spare."
"Right."
 
>Together, you and Butterscotch lay a hoof on Twilight's wings as her spell's intensity peaks
>Suddenly, you find yourself not in the meadows near your cottage outside Ponyville, but in the inner sanctum of Twilight's crystalline castle
>Ahead of you, a nightmarish, electric-blue scar marks the wall
>Just as Spike had suggested to Twilight, it resembles an arrow in appearance, pointing up and to the right
>Spike himself mills about, dutifully organising and stacking Twilight's books and study notes
>It takes him a moment to notice your arrival
>"Oh, hey Twilight," he calls. "And Fluttershy, and..." He pauses, scratching his chin. "Butterstotch, was it?"
>"Actually, it's, um, Butterscotch," he murmurs, correcting him. "And you're Spike?"
>"The one and only," he proudly answers
"I'm, well, not so sure about that anymore..."
>Spike looks at you quizzically. "What do you mean by that, Fluttershy?"
"Well, I mean no offense, but don't you think there might be another Spike through there?"
>You gesture towards the rift on the wall
>"Oh, right," Spike replies. "Twilight told me about her. Her name's Barb."
>Intrigued, you tilt your head
"Oh? Have you ever thought about what it might be like to meet her?"
>"Well," Spike begins, scratching his head with a claw, "Kind of. I haven't really met any girl drago-"
>"Spike," Twilight calls out, interrupting your conversation. "I need you!"
>"Sorry, Fluttershy." He begins to walk away, still facing you. "I'll... think about that."
 
===
 
>Several minutes later, Twilight stares at the scar, deep in thought
>Spike stands nearby, a pocket watch in his claw. "30 seconds, Twi," he calls out
>Behind both Spike and Twilight, you and Butterscotch stand next to one-another, anxiously awaiting the spell
>You feel something on your hoof
>Looking down, you see Butterscotch's hoof touching your own
>"5 seconds!"
>You wrap your hoof around his in response, sharing a smile before looking back at Twilight and the rift
>"Now, Twilight," Spike shouts. Immediately, the purple princess unleashes her Memory spell into the void