"Right hoof, green."
>Butterscotch said as the spinner finally came to a stop
>"Aw, come on! Ah can't reach!"
"You're so close, Apple bloom"
>"Don't knock me over, Apple Bloom!" Sweetie said
>"Got it!" Scootaloo said, having crawled underneath Butterscotch
> there was now a writhing mass of pony bodies in Scotch's living room
> not that Butterscotch minded, though
> Both Rarity and Applejack were out of town for some various reasons, so he agreed to watch the three fillies for them
> anything for his friends
"Rear hoof, yellow"
> a hoof lightly booped his snout
"Sweetie, I don't think I count as a space"
>"But you're yellow!" the white filly said, her voice cracking
>...
> She was right...
>Scotch felt kind of bad, having the obvious height and reach advantage
>... But they did insist on playing twister
> and they were just so adorable
> how could he say no?
"Left hoof, blue"
>"Scoots!"
>"Bloom!"
> this tower of ponies was close to toppling over
>"Butterscotch, this isn't fair! You're like, twice as big as us!" Sweetie said with a slight annoyance in her voice
>really, he was about three times bigger than them
>"Yeah, it's like he's cheatin'!"
"I'm sorry, girls"
>"Oh yeah, well we can cheat too!" Scootaloo said with confidence "I know his secret weak spot!"
"Wha-"
>Butterscotch was cut off, the pegasus filly underneath him furiously flapping her wings
*Bbbzzzzz*
>right into the male's most sensitive area
>Butterscotch gasped, his eyes becoming pinpricks
>"Good job, Scoots!" Sweetie said
> Apple Bloom giggled
> Scootaloo sat there buzzing away with a smirk on her face
> Butterscotch was on the tips of his hooves
>" He's real ticklish there!" Apple bloom said, still giggling
>Butterscotch took off at a speed that would have made Rainbow Dash do a double take
> he stopped right at his ceiling
> cupping his stallionhood with both of his front hooves, his rear legs instinctively closing
>he looked down right at the orange filly
"Scootaloo!"
>he said sternly, yet with a raised voice
"You know better than to touch somepony there!"
> a hint of shock still in his voice
>Scootaloo's head hung low, she was staring down at her hooves
> the other two fillies eyes were wide, staring at the butter yellow pony
> "oh no, I've scared them..." Butterscotch thought to himself
>"Scarred them for life..."
>"I'm sorry, mister butterscotch" Scootaloo said in a soft tone
> Scotch landed gently in front of the filly
"And I'm sorry for yelling"
>he hugged the orange filly
"And I'm sorry to you two, also"
>Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle both embraced Scotch
>"It's ok"
>"yeah"
>Scotch consoled the trio of fillies
>
>"So what's so special about that spot, anyway?" Sweetie piped up
*hurk*
>Butterscotch gasped, staring forward
>oh no
>these fillies didn't know the difference between a mare and a stallion
> well, the REAL difference
> and Scotch was the absolute worst choice for the pony to be the one to tell them
> the one time his friends started talking about sex around him, all he could add to the conversation was mumbling, a few head shakes and a lot of blushing
>"Butterscotch?" Sweetie said, her large eyes staring into his
>her head cocked to the side
I-I-I...
>Now all three of the crusaders were staring at him
>he could feel the sweat forming on his forehead
I- um... Th-the... um
>he could imagine it now
>Applejack bucking his door open, Rarity right behind her
>they would have backed him into a corner
>"Ya'll done told mah sister about WHAT?!"
>"imsorryimsorryimsorryimsor-"
>he shook his head, bringing himself back to reality
>there were three fillies in front of him, waiting for an answer
>one that Scotch wasn't sure he could give
> or should give
> this had become pretty sketchy
A- um...
>
>"that's where his colt parts are" Scootaloo answered finally
> "oh" Sweetie replied
> "What's the difference?"
> Butterscotch swallowed
> "Tha colt's parts hang outside, while our parts are inside" Applebloom said knowingly
> "So ours hang upside down?" Sweetie asked
> Butterscotch just sat there
> "Ah guess"
> "So what does a colt's thingy do?"
> "It just goes like this" Apple Bloom limply held one of her front hooves out in front of her, dangling it
> "How would you know?" Scootaloo asked
"Girls..."
> "Because Thunder Bolt was showing his off in class last week" Apple Bloom replied in a sarcastic tone
> "So is that why he hasn't been in class all week?"
> "Ah guess"
"Girls"
> "You think ours will ever hang outside?" Sweetie asked softly
> "Ah hope so"
"Girls!"
>Butterscotch said while stomping his hoof to the floor
>all three fillies attention snapped to him
> Scotch's face was a deep shade of red
"I think it's about time for bed"
> this statement was met with a small group of "awws" and "ughs"
>"but it's only 6:30!"
>it was
"Oh... Well, let's get something to eat then"
> "but what about-"
>Sweetie tried to ask before being cut off by Butterscotch
"Sweetie Belle, please don't ask me about the difference between colts and fillies, you should ask your parents."
>Butterscotch paused, his eyes shifting away awkwardly
"...or sisters"
>Another brief, uncomfortable pause
"...or Miss Cheerilee"
>"but..."
"No buts"
>
>"Butterscotch, who won twister?"