>It has been several days since your world was turned upside down
>Now, you find yourself nervously standing at the door of Carousel Boutique
>You extend your hoof, giving a gentle knock
>"Just a moment, darling," calls a refined voice from within
>A few seconds later, the door swings open, revealing your good friend Rarity
>Her face lights up. "Oh, Fluttershy," she asks, "how have you been? Would you like to come in?"
>You meekly nod
"Yes, please."
>Rarity stands aside, allowing you to enter
"So, Rarity... I need to ask you..."
>Your voice trails off as you speak, the embarrassment of what you want to talk about becoming too much for you to handle
>"Hm?" She turns to you, curious. "What was that, Fluttershy?"
"Well... it's just..."
>"Is this about that stallion, Butterscotch?"
"Mm-hmm."
>Your face goes red as you confirm the fact
>"Fluttershy," she asks, her voice reflecting deep concern, "he didn't do anything... nasty to you, did he?"
>Your eyes widen in shock
>Butterscotch? Nasty? To you?
>In your head, the very idea seems impossible
"No!"
>Rarity blinks in surprise at your outburst
>In turn, you look away sheepishly for a moment before continuing
"...sorry. I mean, no. Butterscotch is a wonderful stallion, really. It's just... I... we..."
>You take a breath, trying to gather the courage to continue
>Rarity leans in in anticipation
"We need advice on... doing things. Together."
>A silence fills the room for a moment
>Then, slowly, Rarity's mouth twists into a mischievous smile
>"Oh darling," she answers, "why didn't you just say so in the first place?"
 
>She trots over to the staircase leading up to her bedroom, gesturing for you to follow
>After a moment of hesitation, you do so, tailing her up the stairs
>Rarity locks the door behind you as you both enter her room
>Nervously, you explain the situation to your friend, how you're currently in the middle of a pregnancy scare and don't want to make things worse, but at the same time you still want to feel intimate with your special somepony
>She listens carefully, nodding every now and then
>Eventually, you get to the part about the alternatives you've tried
"So, um, then I tried letting him stick it in my... butt."
>Your face is practically incandescent at this point
"But... he didn't quite fit. And he didn't try forcing it because he didn't want to hurt me..."
>"Well, darling, anal isn't for everypony," Rarity answers in an understanding tone. "Though, I must ask - what kind of lubricant and warm-up toys did you use?"
"...lubricant?"
>Rarity sighs, shaking her head. "You really do have a lot to learn, don't you?"
>You look away, embarrassed by your mistake
>"It's alright, darling," Rarity responds. "Nopony is perfect to start out." With that, her horn glows, her magic pulling out a key from a hidden spot beneath her bed
>She then directs it into a lock on a nearby drawer, unlocking and opening it
>Tentatively, you look into the draw
>What you find shocks you
>"Quite the collection, isn't it?"
>Rarity levitates an assortment of 'toys' out of the drawer, as well as a few toothpaste-like tubes labelled "P-Y", one of which appears to be half-empty
>"Now, if you want to do this right," Rarity explains, "you want to use a lot of lubricant, and start small." She pops the lid open on a tube, moving it near you. "Could you hold out your hoof, darling?"
"O-okay..."
 
>You cautiously raise your right forehoof face-up, and Rarity squeezes a glob of the P-Y onto it
>The thick, clear syrup feels strangely cool to the touch
>Fascinated, you lay down, rubbing your hooves together and spreading out the lubricant
>You almost begin to forget where you are as your hooves glide against one-another with amazing ease
>"Having fun?" Rarity stifles a ladylike giggle as you snap out of your trance
>You sheepishly look up as she passes a small towel to you, which you promptly use to clean your hooves up
>"It's absolutely marvellous stuff," she continues, unintentionally gesturing with the myriad toys held up by her magic as she speaks. "Just apply a bit on the toy or your partner, and a bit down there, and you should find things will go a lot more smoothly."
>You nod before looking more carefully at some of the toys Rarity is holding
>Your eyes go wide at the bright green dildo
>If you had to guess, you would say it was well over a foot long
"Oh my..."
>"I know, it's such a garish colour... and the shape is terribly askew." Rarity shrugs. "I don't even know why I've held onto it for so long, really."
>You shake your head
"No, I mean... it's just so... big."
>She raises an eyebrow at you. "Actually, Fluttershy, this is rather average."
>Your pupils narrow to pinpoints
>If Rarity was telling the truth, then Butterscotch was quite petite for a stallion
>Yet, last week, you felt his girth and length filling you right up
>So what did that mean for the two of you?
 
>Trying to get your mind off of the implications, you look back to Rarity's collection, spotting a black, baby carrot-shaped toy with a hoof-sized hoop for a grip
"What's that one, Rarity? If you don't mind me asking, that is."
>"That, Fluttershy," she answers, "is a buttplug. A fairly small one, too. Good for a beginner."
>Putting most of the toys away, she brings the tiny buttplug near you to give you a better look
>"As I was saying before, you want to start small and work up," she continues, before bringing another, somewhat thicker buttplug forward. "And only let him in when you're sure you're ready."
"Okay. But..."
>You look at the toys again, and consider the others which Rarity put away earlier
"Do you have anything for... stallions?"
>"Well," she answers, a sly smile creeping onto her face, "nopony said these toys were only for mares."
"Oh..."
>You feel heat flooding your face once more as you begin to imagine what she means by that
>You feel Rarity sizing your body up with her eyes as you think. "Actually, darling," she says, "I just had an idea. Do you mind if I take your measurements?"
>You tilt your head slightly
"An idea...? Um, what... kind of idea?"
>"Hopefully, a fun one." She sends the remaining toys in her hold into a nearby saddle-bag before closing up and locking the drawer
>Hiding the key again, she puts the saddlebag on herself before moving towards the door, unlocking it
>She starts to head out, motioning for you to follow. "I'll explain downstairs, darling."
>Not seeing any reason not to, you accompany her out of the room
 
>One measuring and sewing session, several explanations and half an hour later, Rarity finally appears satisfied with her work
>She levitates the garment towards you so that you can take a closer look
>"There you go, Fluttershy." Proudly, she smiles at you. "What do you think?"
>Cautiously, you examine the garment, a sort of lower-body harness
>Even though you have no idea how these things are typically supposed to look, you can tell Rarity's worked hard on this one
>The straps seem sturdy to you, there's a tidy-looking socket on the front, the belt looks to be about your size, and the fabric itself even has a subtle butterfly motif stitched into it
>You smile softly, giving a nod
"It's good. Thank you, Rarity."
>Though you're still a little embarrassed about all this, Rarity's casual attitude towards the whole topic seems to be rubbing off on you
>You're not blushing nearly as hard as what you would have been an hour ago
>"You're quite welcome, Fluttershy," Rarity graciously replies, slipping the harness into her saddlebag before levitating it over to you. "And please, feel free to borrow the toys."
>Before you even have a chance to respond to this, Rarity opens her mouth again
>"I insist," she adds, looking at you firmly. "Just, be a dear and clean them when you're done."
"Oh, of course."
>You gulp nervously, a little overwhelmed at the inventory you've suddenly acquired
>You wonder what Butterscotch is going to make of all this when you get home
"Um... thank you. Again."
 
===
 
>You say your goodbyes soon after, leaving Rarity's place to make your way back to your cottage
>Trotting up the dirt road, you spot Butterscotch in the open atop an alligator
>He appears to be driving his hindlegs into the gator's spine whilst bending the creature's forelimbs backwards with his own
>Briskly, you trot over to his side and watch as he continues the grapple
>You admire his technique as he shifts, releasing the gator's forelimbs to begin a vigorous massage between the rows of spikes on its back
>You walk around to the creature's front end as Butterscotch continues his work
"Mrs. Gator...?"
>She appears unresponsive, lost in a state of pure relaxation as her tongue lolls out of her maw
>You look up to Butterscotch, who is still wholly focused on giving the massage
"Butters?"
>Jolted, he stops his work suddenly, looking around for a second before laying his eyes on you
>"Oh, it's you, Fluttershy," he mumbled. "You surprised me."
"Sorry... I didn't mean to."
>He shakes his head before resuming the massage while still keeping his eyes on you. "It's okay. So..." He pauses. "How did things with Rarity go?"
>You smile, blushing slightly as you take a quick glance at your saddlebags
"Pretty good. She gave me some advice, and even let me borrow some of her, um... toys."
 
>Butterscotch's movements slow down. "Toys?"
>"Yeah... Rarity said they might help. Do you wanna... give them a try after dinner?"
>His hooves seem to go weak at your suggestion
>Nervously, he speaks up. "Actually, um... we could try them now, if you want. I'm about done here..."
"O-oh... Sure. That would be nice."
>"Okay." He taps the reptile's hide sharply. "Feeling better, Mrs. Gator?"
>The crocodilian roars gently, raising its head off of the ground to bow it in approval
>"Good to hear." Butterscotch clambers off of the alligator's back before turning around to wave at it. "Don't be afraid to come back again!"
>Giving another roar of approval, the alligator meanders back to the stream near your house, silently slipping into the water
>"So," Butterscotch asks, turning back to you, "um... would you like to head inside now?"
"...Okay."
>Dusting off his hooves, Butterscotch begins to move towards the cottage door
>Sauntering up beside him, you lean affectionately into his neck and body on the way
 
===
 
>Before you know it, the two of you are inside and once again past the threshold of your bedroom
>Butterscotch lifts the saddlebag off of your back, placing it down on the floor near the bed before turning to look into your eyes
>You look back into his, your faces drawing closer and closer
>Your lips meet, marking the beginning of a slow, deep kiss
>Maintaining the kiss, you clamber onto the bed together, wrapping your limbs around one-another for a tight hug
>Butterscotch breaks the kiss soon after, peppering you with light pecks along your cheek and neck
>You rub the small of his back in response, and soon you begin to feel what is now a very familiar poking sensation on your belly
>Loosening a hoof from around his body, you shift it down in-between your body and his
>Delicately, you start to stroke him
>He inhales sharply in response before mimicking your action, sending his own hoof to explore your already-moist folds
>The pleasure shoots through your body as he works, and you begin to lose your concentration
>Your partner doesn't seem to mind, though, so you do your best to keep going
>Eventually, however, you decide to take control of the situation
>You pull your hoof away from his now-throbbing member and press gently on Butterscotch's shoulder, urging him to roll on his back
>He complies, and you crawl down, placing your muzzle mere inches away from his girth
>Holding it in place with your hooves, you lick its length up and down a few times before running your tongue around the head a few times in little circles
>Butterscotch's breaths become shallow as he looks down, his eyes meeting yours as you take the tip of his shaft into your mouth
>Covering your teeth with your lips, you try bobbing your head up and down with him inside you instead of your usual suckling approach
>The stallion below you begins gently bucking his hips into you in response, awkwardly trying to keep rhythm with your movements
 
>"Flutters... please..." His voice is faint and stilted. "Keep going..."
>Encouraged by his reaction, you pick up your pace a bit, occasionally pausing to catch your breath or give him a lick
>After a few minutes, however, you feel like you're not getting him any closer to his climax
>You free his shaft from your maw before shifting on the bed, planting a short kiss on his lips
"Sorry I couldn't... get you to finish."
>Butterscotch strokes your cheek affectionately, giving you another peck. "It's okay," he answers.
>You look over, catching a glimpse of the borrowed saddlebag
"Um... Butters...?"
>"Yes?"
"Do you... wanna to try the 'backdoor' again?"
>He responds with another quick kiss. "Okay. But... how is this gonna work?"
>You carefully pull yourself away from Butterscotch, popping open the bag before starting your search through it
"Rarity... told me I had to, um, warm up first."
>You fish out a tube of P-Y Jelly and the small buttplug from before, holding them up for Butterscotch to see
"With these."
>You pass the toy to him as you fiddle with the lid on the tube of lubricant, eventually popping it open with your hooves
>In the meantime, Butterscotch has gotten his hoof into the toy's grip-loop
>The little carrot-shaped appendage now projects proudly from his limb
>You squirt a little bit of lube into your hoof before reaching towards Butterscotch
"Um... Butters? Could you hold it still for me please? I need to... lube it."
>"Sure." He nods, bringing up his other hoof to steady the plastic protrusion.
>As you apply the lube to the plug, you sneak a peek at Butterscotch's rod
>His dong twitches in anticipation as he watches you go to work on the toy
 
>With the toy now fully lubed, you wipe off a bit of the excess lube on the sheets before passing Butterscotch the tube of P-Y
"Okay, Butters..."
>You turn around to face away from the stallion, lifting your tail to present your openings to him
"Could you... well, if you don't mind... Put some of that stuff on my... butt?"
>Your voice fades as you speak, but judging by the sudden cool sensation on your ponut, you're pretty sure he heard you anyway
>Your anus clenches and flinches as the unfamiliar feeling of a lubed hoof passes over and around it, massaging you
>"Do... do you think that's enough, Flutters?" Butterscotch's voice sounds uncertain as you feel his hoof pull away from you
"I... think so?"
>You weren't sure yourself
>Rarity didn't exactly give you a practical demonstration of how much lube to rub on your butt
>"I'm gonna try putting it in now," Butterscotch murmurs as you feel one of his hooves pull your buttcheek aside. "Ready?"
"Yeah... just, be careful."
>"I will."
>With that, you feel the tip of the toy start to press against your anus
>You feel the first few millimetres slip in, but the alien sensation makes you clench instinctively, forcing it out
>"It didn't go in... Should I...?"
>Craning your neck around to look back at him, you shake your head
"I think that was my fault. Sorry..."
>You try to give him a reassuring smile
"Maybe just try it again?"
>"Okay."
>You turn back around and try to relax your hindquarters, doing your best to ignore the strange sensations back there
>Again, you feel the plug prodding and probing you
>This time, however, you manage to stop yourself resisting
>Slowly but surely, Butterscotch works it in, and you're rewarded by a strange, full sensation in your rear
>"...It's in," Butterscotch finally says, equal parts excited and nervous. "How does it feel?"
"It feels... weird."
 
>"Oh. Should I, um, take it out then?"
>You think about this for a moment
>The buttplug does feel a bit weird, true
>But not in a bad way
"No... leave it in."
>"Okay." Butterscotch keeps his hoof still, letting the buttplug settle in place. "So... what do we do now?"
"Um..."
>You try to think back to what Rarity told you about these things
"Maybe... try moving it in and out?"
>"I'll try..." You start to feel a new sensation in your hindquarters as Butterscotch begins to lightly jostle the plug
>You feel your anus stretch with every little movement in and out
>The feeling is still weird
>But now, it feels weird in a good way
>Letting one of your hooves creep down your body, you rest it against your unoccupied opening
>You begin to rub your love button in time to Butterscotch's still-delicate motions, a chill racing up your spine
>As you start to masturbate, you look back at Butterscotch, your breaths increasingly sharp and shallow
"A little faster... please."
>Butterscotch gives you a concerned look. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you..."
"Uh-huh..."
>After a few more seconds of hesitation on his end, you finally feel Butterscotch picking up the pace
>You match his pace with your own hoof, rubbing your clit faster and faster
>Soon, Butterscotch begins to move the toy even faster, the rubber tool gliding seamlessly in and out of you
>However, just as you truly begin to lose yourself, you feel the sensation from your rear vanish
>Looking back, you see Butterscotch with the toy a few inches away from your ponut
>Sheepishly, he looks back at you
>"Sorry... I guess I got a bit carried away there."
"It's okay... Actually, I was thinking..."
>Embarrassed, you look away for a moment, then back to him
"Maybe we could, um... try the real thing now?"
>Butterscotch's face breaks into a broad smile. "Sure! I mean... if you're okay with it."
"Yeah."
 
>You help Butterscotch take the buttplug off of his hoof before placing it on your nightstand for now
>As you put the toy away, Butterscotch squirts a generous glob of lube into his hooves
>With hungry eyes and a flushed face, you watch as he lathers and massages it onto his now steel-hard shaft
>You tingle with nervous anticipation as you turn around
>Once again, you lift your tail out of the way to grant Butterscotch easy access to you
>As before, you feel him tugging your cheeks apart before being hit by the cool sensation of lube against your now-slightly stretched anus
>You sigh, relaxing as he gets your body ready
>Eventually, Butterscotch's hoof pulls away from your rear
>You shuffle about on the bed a little bit, making sure to get comfortable
>Butterscotch in turn moves into position, wrapping his hooves about your flanks
>"A-are you ready, Flutters?" His hooves tremble as he speaks. "You don't have to do this if-"
>You cut him off
"No, I... I want this. Really..."
>"Okay..." You feel your lover steady himself as he slowly inches his rod forward
>He makes contact, his dick poking at your opening
>His grip tightening around you, you feel him press forward
>As the head begins to enter and your ponut stretches beyond what the buttplug could do, you start to feel a pinching pain in your rear
"Ow..."
>Butterscotch freezes. "I'm sorry!" His voice seems panicked. "Are you okay? Should I stop?"
"I'm okay... You can keep going..."
>Butterscotch breathes a sigh of relief at your response
"Just, um, take it slow. If you don't mind."
>"Sure," Butterscotch answers softly as you feel him begin to move once more
>He presses a little further into you, and you feel the pinching sensation pick up again in intensity
>Not wanting to ruin Butterscotch's time, though, you grit your teeth, doing your best to endure the pain
>Over the course of minutes, your boyfriend slowly but surely works his way inside you
>At about two inches in, you let out a pained gasp
 
>Again, Butterscotch pauses
>You crane your neck around to face him
"Just... wait a minute. Please..."
>However, instead of calming your lover down, this time your pleas seem to have the opposite effect
>"Fluttershy," he asks, worried, "are you... crying?"
>As you open your mouth to deny it, you're stopped by the feeling of something warm and wet rolling down your cheek
"...maybe."
>Butterscotch shakes his head. "We should stop."
>You feel his cock twitching inside you as he speaks
>"We can... do something else. I want you to feel good too."
>Your heart flutters in your chest
>Even at the peak of his arousal, even with himself half-buried within you, Butterscotch is still putting you first
>Just like your first time on that fateful morning
>You smile at him through your tears
"No... keep going."
>Butterscotch reacts with surprise. "A-are you sure?"
>You nod
>"I love you... Butterscotch."
>"I love you too," Butterscotch replies
>Relaxing yourself, you turn your head forward again, letting Butterscotch resume his work
>Bit by bit, Butterscotch buries his length within you
>Finally, he stops at six inches deep
>You feel the painful, pinching sensation fade as the two of you get comfortable, your ponut now stretched to accommodate Butterscotch's full girth
>"How does it feel now," Butterscotch asks, curious. "Better?"
"Yeah... better. You can start moving now, if you want."
>"Okay." With that, you feel Butterscotch start to withdraw himself from your rear
>Then, he gently thrusts back in to the same depth as before
>A weird sense of pleasure starts to overwhelm any pain you're still feeling at this point, and your pussy begins to tingle
>You reach down there once more, rubbing yourself in time with Butterscotch's motions
>"Flutters," he murmurs, still gently moving in and out. "I'm... gonna try going fast now. Ready?"
"Uh-huh."
 
>True to his word, Butterscotch quickly picks up the pace, his thrusts escalating to a rate of almost three per second
>The sensation is strange, but amazing at the same time
>You let out a moan as he reaches his max speed
>He keeps this pace up for all of ten seconds before slowing down again, returning to slow, gentle motions
>You can hear his breathing become laboured as he slows down
"Are you okay, Butters?"
>"Mm-hmm..." He steadies his breath, picking up the pace just a little bit. "Are you?"
"I'm... yeah."
>"That's good." With that, Butterscotch goes for a deeper thrust, smoothly plunging as much of his length as he can into you
>You flinch and clench as the pinching sensation from before returns, pleasure blending with pain as you let out another moan
>Taking this as a good sign, Butterscotch slowly but firmly starts hammering at your newly-explored depths
>He steadies himself into a nice, regular pace
>You feel yourself getting into it, your body now ready for the stallion's full-depth thrusts
>After a couple of minutes of this, though, Butterscotch removes his hooves from your flanks, shifting them up to your wings
>His pace ramps up to maximum once again, his dick pistoning in and out of you at an incredible pace
>You feel your limbs go weak as he continues for 15, then 20 seconds
>Then, after half a minute, he drives in deep one last time
 
>You feel something hot and sticky begin to fill your insides as both your legs and his give way
>The pair of you collapse into a sweaty, exhausted heap on the bedsheets
>Weakly, Butterscotch wraps his forehooves around your shoulders, cuddling you from behind
>"Fluttershy," he mutters, nuzzling your cheek
"Mmmm..."
>You turn your head in response to the nuzzling, your lips meeting his for a kiss
>Closing your eyes, the two of you stay like this for a few minutes to get your energy back
>Meanwhile, you feel Butterscotch's dong slowly shrinking within you
>Eventually, Butterscotch breaks the kiss, looking back as he slowly withdraws his length from your body
>Suddenly, however, his body tenses up, breaking your reverie. "Fluttershy...?" His voice sounds concerned. "You're..."
"Huh...? What's the matter?"
>You look back over your shoulder to see what the problem is
>You see Butterscotch's face, full of worry
>Then you see his shaft
>It glistens in the late afternoon light filtering through the curtains, the rays catching on its thin coat of seed and... blood?
 
>Carefully, you look again
>That's blood, no doubt about it
>Just to confirm, though, you reach back with your hoof, touching your anus
>You wince at the contact, your ring now sore and swollen
>The adrenaline rush from the sex which had helped dull the pain a bit early on seems to be wearing off now, letting the pain come back to bite with a vengeance
>Pulling your hoof back in front of your eyes, you see a distinct, bright spot of red against the yellow of your appendage
>You begin to hyperventilate in panic
>Butterscotch immediately drops down beside you, turning his head towards yours
>"Fluttershy... It's okay... Please..." His voice is barely audible over the noise of your gasps
>Still, his soft words and gentle breaths in your direction work together, acting to calm you down a little
>Eventually, you find yourself breathing in sync with him, smoothly and gently
>Having successfully pacified you, easing your initial panic attack, he changes the subject. "I'm sorry, Fluttershy. I... didn't mean to..."
>You shake your head
"It's okay. I... shouldn't have made you, you know... keep going."
>Your lover gently nuzzles you in response
>Throwing a forelimb over him, you turn and kiss him on the lips
>As the two of you tenderly make out, the pain in your backdoor begins to fade, dulling itself into a vague background ache
>After a few minutes, you break the kiss
"Uh... Butters?"
>"Yeah?"
"I, well... there was another thing Rarity gave me. To try on you. But..."
>You breathe out, looking away in shame as tears well up in your eyes
"I don't wanna hurt you too."
>Butterscotch sighs, rubbing your back softly with his hoof. "Well... If it hurts, I could tell you to stop."
"But... what if you tell me to keep going?"
>Thinking back to the earlier session, you sob quietly
"You saw me crying, but... but... I wanted it so bad..."
 
>Butterscotch looks away for a moment, deep in thought
>"Maybe," Butterscotch suggests, nervous, "maybe... if you think you're hurting me, just stop? Even if I say go?"
>You stay silent for a few seconds before responding
"...Okay. I can try."
>"So, um..." Butterscotch faces forward, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "What was the thing? The other thing you... Rarity..."
>You suddenly remember the custom harness
"Oh, right."
>You get up, trying to ignore the soreness in your hindquarters
>Climbing off the bed, you get ready to open up the saddlebag
>But then, you notice Butterscotch watching
"Um..."
>He looks at you, curious. "Flutters?"
"I, uh... want this to be a surprise. Could you please..."
>You take a breath, trying to focus
"Um, turn around? If that's okay."
>He nods. "Okay."
>Watching, you see him shuffle about on the bed, covering his eyes for good measure
>Happy he's not watching, you pull the garment out of the bag
>With a little bit of struggle, you slip it on and buckle it up, adjusting the straps as necessary
>Satisfied, you start rummaging through the bag to find an appropriate tool to fit into the crotch-socket
>Eventually, you settle on one you think is appropriate
>Popping it in, you stand on your hindlegs, leaning with your back against the nearby wall
"Okay, Butters... You can look now."
>Butterscotch turns around, opening his eyes as he sits up on the bed
>His jaw drops as he looks you over, his gaze quickly fixating on your crotch
>A bright red buttplug protrudes from the socket on your nethers
>It's small - narrower even than the toy Butterscotch used on you earlier, albeit a little longer
>But it seems the shaft's mere existence on your body is what has him so shocked
 
"So..."
>You do your best to put on a 'naughty' voice, though you're fairly certain you're failing miserably at it
"You, um, like what you see...?"
>You give your hips an awkward wiggle, making your tiny, artificial marecock sway from side to side
>Butterscotch's face is now indiscernible
>His rising, now-visible erection, however, is much easier to read
>Slowly, you walk back over to the bed, sitting next to Butterscotch
>The two of you look at each-other's tools for a while, unsure of what to say or do next
>You decide to take the initiative, breaking the silence
"So... Do you want to, you know... give it a try?"
>His rod twitches a bit as he looks at your fake plastic one, then up at your face
>After a few more seconds, he silently reaches over for the tube of lube, giving you your answer
>He squirts out a big glob onto his fore-hooves before reaching for your strap-on
>You lay back on the bed, giving Butterscotch the space to work
>He runs his hooves up and down your shaft, thoroughly coating it
>After a couple of minutes of this, he meekly nudges the tube of P-Y towards you
>He then turns around, showing his ass to you
>"Could you... please?" His voice sounds nervous and uncertain, though his rod seems as hard as ever
>You do as he wishes, slathering his rear with the gel
>Squirting out some extra, you apply some more, making sure to get Butterscotch lubed up at least twice as well as what you were
>Better safe than sorry, you figure
>With Butterscotch's rear end now thoroughly slicked, you climb atop him, placing your hooves on his flanks
>Your lubed-up prosthetic is now aimed squarely at your lover's quivering ponut
>You gradually move in, eventually planting the plug's tip against his opening
>"Ah!" Butterscotch flinches at the contact
>You freeze
"I'm sorry!"
 
>"I-it's okay, really," he responds. "It was my fault... I, um, wasn't ready."
>For a moment, you consider pulling away and giving up on this idea
>However, just as you're about to do so, you notice Butterscotch starting to grind his hole against your plastic marecock
>You almost become hypnotised by the motion of his hips and flanks
>The muscles in his body lose their tension as he continues to rub himself against you, allowing your strap-on to glide up and down his crack
>Then, he pauses
>He looks over his shoulder, peering into your eyes for a moment before sheepishly allowing his gaze to wander
>After a moment of hesitation, Butterscotch speaks again. "You can keep going, if you want..."
>You manage a meek nod
"Okay..."
>With that, you lower one of your hooves to the buttplug, aiming it into Butterscotch manually
>You press forward again, meeting little resistance as a full inch of the toy's length slides into him
>Butterscotch lets out a deep groan as you enter, tensing up again
"A-are you okay, Butters?"
>"Yeah... I'm okay," he answers, breathing heavily. "Just, slower please... if that's alright."
"Oh, sorry... I'll slow down."
>You gently massage his flanks as you continue to bring your hips forward, slowly working your tool into him
>Butterscotch begins to melt under your touch, his legs quivering as you finally go to the hilt
>Pausing for now, you move your right hoof from his flank to his belly, continuing the massage
"Does that... do you feel good, Butters?"
>"Uh-huh..." His voice trembles as he speaks
>Relieved that you're not hurting him, you grind your hips into him whilst continuing your massage
>Before long, your wandering hoof comes into contact with his member
>It twitches at your touch, still throbbing and harder than ever
>Stroking your hoof along its length, you find a drop of moistness at the tip
>You gingerly hook your hoof around his shaft and begin to pump it
>At the same time, you thrust gently in and out of his rear
 
>Butterscotch shudders, overwhelmed by the strange, new combination of sensations
>Clumsily, he tries to move his body in time with the motions of your hoof and strap-on
>You decide to pick up the pace a fraction
>Butterscotch's motions become more frantic and erratic in response, his chest heaving with each ragged breath he takes
>Between gasps, your stallionfriend manages a weak moan of pure bliss
>Though you can't feel anything through your fake shaft, simply seeing Butterscotch in this state is doing things for you
>You feel the fabric of your strap-on become drenched by your marejuices as you continue to make love to Butterscotch
>"Flutters," he whimpers, "I'm... close..."
>Becoming even more excited, you let go of his rod, moving your right hoof back to his flank for a better grip
>You pump in and out of his ponut even faster than before, eliciting another throaty moan from the stallion
>However, as you pull a little further back than usual for a big, deep thrust, you encounter a problem
>"Owwww!" Butterscotch shouts out not in pleasure, but in pain. "Fluttershy...!"
>You stop dead in your tracks in shock
"...Butterscotch?"
>Looking down, you see the problem
>With your last stroke outwards, the plug had popped out, free of your lover's confines
>The thrust back in has planted it not inside of him, but rather drilled it into his left cheek
>You fold the plug out of the way before embracing Butterscotch from behind in a gentle hug
"Oh, Butters... I'm sorry, I..."
>"It's okay, really," Butterscotch assures you, his breath still haggard. "But..."
>The stallion pulls away from your embrace, lying on his back
>His rod, still at full-mast, pulsates as he reaches down with both hooves
>Looking you in the eyes, he strokes his shaft at a furious pace
>The tingling and wetness in your nethers from before kicks into overdrive as you take in the sight before you
>Desperately, you fiddle with the buckles on your strap-on
 
>Though the process feels like it's taking an eternity to you, the harness falls to the wayside in a matter of seconds
>You throw yourself down on the bed beside Butterscotch, your right hoof flying down towards your crotch
>Your other hoof slips beneath Butterscotch's neck as you begin to masturbate with him
>Butterscotch shifts his face towards yours, stealing a brief kiss from your lips
>You respond in kind, using your hoof to keep him from pulling away
>Continuing to rapidly rub circles around your clit, you press your tongue forward
>Butterscotch opens his mouth in response, granting you access
>Though the kiss is sloppy and clumsy, you feel your face, body and nethers only getting hotter
>Suddenly, however, the heat on your face is broken by something cool and wet
>Butterscotch's motions weaken quickly soon afterwards
>Pulling away and opening your eyes, you see your lover, totally spent
>A vacant, satisfied look is plastered upon his face as he catches his breath
>Looking down, you notice his now rapidly-shrinking member, white fluid still dripping from its tip
>Putting two-and-two together in your mind, the implications are enough to send you over the edge
>Every muscle in your body seems to tense up at once as the waves of your orgasm wash across you
>Your head begins to rise up off of the bedspread as your abdominals clench
>However, it's quickly pinned back down as Butterscotch surprises you with a forceful kiss
>He pulls away as your climax subsides, the both of you breathing heavily
"I... love you, Butters."
>"I love you too..." Butterscotch smiles softly at you as he lies back down
>As you look into his eyes, however, you can't help but giggle
>Butterscotch cocks his head, curious. "Huh? What's funny?"
 
>You calm yourself down before speaking
"Oh... I'm sorry, Butters. You just, um, you have a little... on your face"
>You gesture with your hoof, wiping at your moistened right cheek
>Butterscotch mirrors your movement, wiping the left side of his face before pulling his hoof away to look at it
>His face goes bright red as he spots the pearly white drops he's just wiped off of himself
>Looking at the stains on your own face, his brain immediately makes the connection
>"O-oh... my." His face shifts to an even deeper shade of red as he silently mouths something
>An apology? An explanation? You can't tell
>In any case, he gives up after a few seconds
>Letting out an exasperated sigh, he shakes his head before allowing himself to chuckle at the situation
>You affectionately kiss him on his unstained cheek as his laughter subsides
>Afterwards, the pair of you lay there, content to silently appreciate both one-another's company and the afterglow of your lovemaking session for a few minutes
>You break the silence with a sigh
"We should get cleaned up."
>Butterscotch nods in agreement. "Yeah..." He climbs out of bed, stretching for a moment
>You do likewise, wincing in pain as the motions of your hind-legs remind you of your wounded rear
>Noticing your discomfort, Butterscotch quickly trots over to your side. "A-are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine."
>Another jolt of pain shoots through your ring as you speak, as if to contradict you
"I just... um, how about that shower?"
>You force a grin to mask the resurgent pain
>Seeing right through you, Butterscotch simply spreads his wing out, laying it upon your back and drawing you close
>Relaxing under the warmth of his feathery appendage, you affectionately nuzzle his neck
>Together, the two of you cross the threshold back out into the hallway, making your way to the bathroom for a much-needed cleanup