The day was coming to its midpoint, the Sun God’s warmth spreading lovingly throughout Equestria.  The faint echoes of ponies playing, horses haggling, and fillies frolicking could be heard even in the outskirts of Ponyville.  That is, unless that are just so happened to be near Butterscotch’s cottage.  Not even the pleasant melodies of songbirds could be heard along the path, nor the pitter patter of squirrels or rabbits.   Instead, the only sound heard was the faint clopping of hooves, coming from the insides of the naturalist cottage.  The yellow pony was a blur, moving at a panicked pace back and forth from once side of the abode to the other.
 
        “Oh Solaris, oh crackers, what am I going to do?”  The pace increased as he began talking to his hooves, a discolored rut forming on his repeated path.  A panic so frantic his speed shook the birdhouses with this wind, sullying the painstakingly made homes.  Alas, that was not his concern at the moment.  His concern was something much more serious, much more embarrassing, and much more intimate.
 
        Of course, to understand how serious an issue this was, one must first understand Butterscotch as a pony.  Yes, he had great empathy, overwhelming kindness, and an amazing sense of fashion.  However, he was cursed with the most bemusing sense of shyness anypony this side of Canterlot had ever seen!  As if his relative isolation wasn’t already evidence of this, he only went out to town for supplies once a week, never straying far from his pre-determined schedule, lest someone interact with him.  As if that wasn’t enough, he only had one friend, an old school buddy jock from Cloudsdale, Rainbow Blitz.  On top of that, he was so far deep in the closet he could visit Neighernia!  Which is at the crux of his predicament.
 
        Just like every other male in Equestria, Butterscotch had needs.  Being of his character, it’s not like he could just go out and date.  People might stare at him!  It was best to stay at home and dream of his straight best friend confronting him, forcing himself on him, and, well, much more carnal things than that.  But to do so, he needed a little…help.  Something thick, blue, muscular, and oh so dirty to fulfill his fantasies.  It had gone so well in the past, barring that one time Cherub Bunny almost came home early to find him hoofdeep in “Big Bliztie.”  But it just so happened, during this session,
 
        On the day he needed to go to town,
 
        On the day he was supposed to meet Blitz,
 
        On the day he just got new batteries for the thing,
 
        He got a bit too excited for himself.  In the midst of much panting, grunting, and a few yay’s, he pushed a bit too deep, hilting himself a bit too much, and causing a bit too hard of an orgasm.  For when Butterscotch had come down from his euphoric post-ejaculation high, he found that his Blitzie had vanished!  Quickily scanning the room to find his secret shame, he begain to hyperventilate.  His ragged breathing threatened to become uncontrollable.
 
        That is, until a vibration came from deep inside of him.
 
        Big Blitzie caught him completely off guard.  The sudden attention to his insides shot both pleasure and panic into the buttery pony.  He had shoved it too deep inside!  Frantically, he pushed with all his might, but the toy deep inside him would not budge!  It didn’t even feel like it was there, except for the maddeningly rhythmic attention in his core.  “I always think well when I move, and maybe it’ll slip out,” he thought to himself.  Ignoring the gentle massaging inside him, he got up and set to moving.  When the pleasure got too much, he moved quicker to ignore it.  
 
        At this point, the rut in his floor threatened to become permanent.  Small cracks had begun to form where the wood was failing, and Butterscotch was beginning to sweat profusely from all the action.  At least he had staved off his erection, but he was no closer to finding a solution to his problem.  He couldn’t very well keep running until his body did what it ought to do.  Or maybe he could.  It might be fun, just a bit, to stop moving, to let the lust overtake him, and to spend all day locked in solitude pumping on his turgid shaft milking his aching sac for all it’s---
 
        Knock knock knock came the hard rapping on his front door
 
        “Hey, Butters, brah?  You in there?  We were supposed to meet, like, 20 minutes ago!  What’s the deal brah!”
 
        “BUCK!” Butterscotch swore aloud.  This was not happening to him.  It was a dream, a nightmare, a punishment from Nightmare Moon for some mistreatment, some misdeed, something that—
 
        “Butters, I know you’re in there.  I heard you…I heard you…swear…”  Uncharacteristicaly, Blitz slowed down on those last few words. “Is everything okay in there?  I don’t see any of the usual critter crew around.  Are you workin’ on sumthin’ or sumthin’?”
 
        Dammit Blitz just go away you stupid horse just leave fly away, “N-no I just….hit my hoof…on the table…that has a nest I’m ~ahh~ making…Yes, that’s it a nest!”
 
        Now because of his social skills, or lack thereof, Butterscotch wasn’t exactly the best liar.  Far from it actually, and Blitz caught on immediately.  “Oh wow, a nest, can I see it Scotchie?”
 
        “N-n-n-no, i-it’s n-n-not done yet…”
 
        “What bird is it for?”
 
        “Ah…It’s…um…a…Robin?  Y-y-yah, a robin!”
 
        “Coolies, how many?
 
        “a-a-a-a-a few…”
 
        “Where they gonna live?”  Blitz was enjoying himself.
 
        “B-b-b-by the b-b-bog...”
 
        “I don’t know why’d they live there.  It’s all smelly, and putrid, and there’s like no bird food anywere, and—“
 
        “IT’S JUST BECAUSE!”  Butterscotch shouted, cutting Blitz off.  “They want a nice big nest and—ahh~--they wanna live by the bog because!  I don’t question my friends so don’t question me!”  Butterscotch new he was being a big horses ass, and what was being said was unforgivable, but it’s better this way then him finding out.
 
        “Wow.  Okay.  Well, I guess…I’ll be seeing you.”  Rainbow replied curtly.  Butterscotch gained enough gumption to peek her head up from above the windowsill, just to see if he was still there.
 
        Nothing. Absolutely nothing, just like her number of pony friends now.  Zero, zilch, nada.  The last buzz of the dildo inside him did nothing, as depression and regret was taking over his being.  He sat on his hindquarters, tears welling in his eyes, telling himself not to cry, that big stallions don’t cry, that—
 
        A noise to rival that of Armageddon interrupted Butterscotch’s depression, causing him to jump right up to the ceiling.  A plume of black, acrid smoke erupted from the chimney, quickly snuffed by the bright hue of a rainbow.  It was Rainbow Blitz, crashing through Butter’s chimney and causing the second Equestrain War.
 
        “BRUH!  You don’t do that to other ponies, to yer friend, and ESPECIALLY to me!” Rainbow gleamed at the terrified pony, his gaze hot enough to melt Solaris’ Sun.  He approached Butterscotch, getting right under him, “And annuder thing!”
 
        “BLITZ I CAN’T HOLllawwwyahhh~~”
 
        For but a moment, time stopped.  The item that was so deeply and intimately lodged within Butterscotch gently flailed, wobbling ever so slightly as it, and only it, defied the frozen moment, cascaded downward.  Ever so slowly it fell, Blitz’s eyes growing wider and dilating, unable to comprehend what was occurring.  The floating unit came closer, and closer, and closer.  Blitz, paralyzed with confusion, just stood there.  A moist plap echoed within the cottage as silicone met snout.  The world fell silent.
 
        In the distance, a dog barked.
 
        Time returned as the blue phallus rolled off the Stallions nose.  It landed on the ground with a satisfying thud, and if by some diving chance, starting vibrating wildly.  Blitz cast his gaze downward at the flailing phallus, juices and lubricant being shaken off with every moment.  He then looked upward at the sunshine coated stallion, whose face was awash with pleasure.  He tried not to, but stole a glance at the now-unsheathed cock Butterscotch was sporting.
 
        “So,” began Blitz, “Stallions, huh…”
 
        “Y-yaaaah~” the relived pony replied.
 
        “Blue Stallions, right?”
 
        “S-sure~~”the sated stallion stammered.
 
        “Well, I don’t suppose you want to go somewhere, y’know, just me and you wouldya?”  Blitz inquired with all the subtlety of an Ursa Major.
 
        Butterscotch’s heart stopped.  Zero to sober in two seconds.  He really didn’t know how to answer!  Was Blitz into stallions?  Was he just being nice?  Did he mean as a friend?  Why isn’t he mad?  There was just too much to think about, and there was no room to pace!  He had to make a decision!  Butterscotch licked his lips, far too dry now, parted his mouth, and replied.