Rainbow Butter (014) ((Short, Clop, Gentle Rape, R63))

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Rainbow Butter by NotScribble
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>Do a muscular rainbow dash molesting and taking R63 fluttershy's (butterscotch)'s virginity.
its not quite that, but whatever.



"I don't see why they need water right now. Can't we just wait until this week's scheduled storm?"
>You hover in place with your arms crossed.
>Butterscotch doesn't look up at you as he replies.
>He's busy digging tiny trenches.
>"Oh no, I'm afraid not. You see, my little friends here worked extra hard building their new home and could really use the extra water."
>You roll your eyes.
>Rainbow Dash the weather pony.
>When somepony needed a storm cloud, it was your job to get it.
>Even if it didn't make sense.
"There's a river right there."
>You point your hoof towards the flowing rapids with a hint of annoyance in your voice.
>The water churns and bubbles.
>Kind of.
>"They can't use the river! What if they get swept away?"
>He clasps a hoof over his mouth.
>"What if something happened to them?"
"Ugh."
>They had to have gotten water somehow before Butterscotch came along, but you don't say anything.
>With a heavy sigh, you grab the tiny rain cloud and move it into position a short distance above the canals.
"Is this fine?"
>He looks over his work one last time before nodding at you.
>You hike up your leg and prepare to kick the cloud.
>"Be careful!"
"Your leg resets and you look over at Butterscotch."
>"Don't hit it too hard, we don't want the water flooding their homes."
"I know how to kick a cloud, Butterscotch."
>Once again you hike your leg and give the cloud a gentle kick.
>Water droplets begin pouring out in a drizzle.
"There, see?"
>Very, very slowly, the canals begin to fill with water.
>He smiles down at whatever critters he had helped today and then smiles up at you.
>"Thanks, Dashy."

"Yeah, yeah. It was no problem."
>You land in front of him and give your right wing a nice rub.
"Just wish it didn't take so long."
>He looks to the side.
>"Oh, well, if you're hungry you could eat here. It did take a while, after all."
>You look up towards the sun.
>A while turned out to be the better half of the day.
>It shouldn't have taken almost any time at all.
>Well, it wouldn't for anypony else, but Butterscotch always has to make everything perfect.
"Sounds fine, I'm starving."
>With that, you begin walking side by side back to his cottage.
"Whatcha got?"
>He looks up as he thinks.
>"Hm... I should have all the ingredients for some nice, cool cucumber sandwiches."
>Whatever he said you knew it would be fine.
>He puts the same care into everything he does.
"Alright."
>Well, almost everything he does.
>As long as you've known him, he has never had a mare friend.
>Not even once.
>Of course you've never had a stallion friend yourself, but it didn't matter because you're awesome.
>You don't need anyone else.
>But Butterscotch could really use the company and extra help that came with having a special somepony.
>Not to mention it might help him loosen up a bit.
>He's constantly on edge.
>Every little thing becomes a huge problem.
>"Oh no!"
>You roll your eyes as he rushes ahead.
"Ugh."

>"There you go little friend. Be more careful next time, okay?"
>Yet another crisis averted.
>Yay.
>Not long after that exciting event his cottage comes into view.
>Sure, it would have been faster to fly, but Butterscotch doesn't like doing that either.
"What else are you doing today?"
>He looks over at you for a moment before looking ahead with a smile.
>"Actually that was all I needed to do today. Well, and Angel needs his food but that shouldn't take long. I'll make it when I make our sandwiches."
>He holds open his cottage door and waits for you to go in.
>Once you're both inside you look for a place to relax while he trots into the kitchen, humming a tune you don't recognize.
>You take the time to get nice and comfortable on the couch while looking around at his stuff.
>It struck you as odd that his house was always so clean despite having so many animals in and out.
>Maybe they help him clean?
>Tank sure didn't help keep your place clean.
>Eh, whatever.
>You tap your hooves on your legs while you wait for Butterscotch.
>"There you go Angel bunny, just the way you like it."
>He then comes flying into living room with a saucer in each hoof.
>"And here's your sandwich, just the way you like it."
>You weren't picky so any way was fine, but he always thought you liked them some specific way.
>You never corrected him.
"Thanks."
>After you take your plate he takes a seat next to you and begins eating.
>A few bites into your own meal you set it aside for a moment.
"So Butterscotch, when are you gonna find a special somepony?"
>He chokes slightly on his bite but manages to swallow.
"Oh Dashy, we've had this talk before."

>He sets his own plate aside and taps his hooves together.
>"You know I don't like being around other ponies."
"But you're around ponies all the time. You're around me all the time, and Twilight, and-"
>"That's different, you're my friends."
>You wave a hoof dismissively.
"That's what a mare friend is. A friend. A friend you, uh, live with and stuff."
>He looks over at you.
>"Why do you keep bringing this up? You don't have a special somepony, either."
>You lean forward slightly.
"That's different."
>He frowns.
>"How is it different?"
>You scratch the back of your neck with your hoof.
"Well, I just don't want a special somepony."
>He props up an eyebrow.
"I'm not afraid of having one, I just don't want one. That's the difference."
>"Why do you assume I want one?"
"Because your special somepony could be doing most of the things you have your friends help you with. I don't need help."
>He looks down.
>"That's not a very good reason to have a mare friend."
>Maybe go a little deeper?
"Alright, well there's, you know, other things too."
>"Like what?"
>He looks over at you and you just sort of shrug and widen your eyes slightly.
>"Oh. Oh! Oh my."
>Once more he looks down and taps his hooves nervously together.
>"That's not a very good reason, either."

"Ugh."
>You pull your hooves down across your face.
"Look, I just think you're, well, you're too tightly wound. You need to loosen up a bit for your own good."
>He thinks for a moment before replying.
>"If I had a special somepony, I would want it to be because we loved each other. Not to make her help me with my animals, o-or that other, stuff..."
>Back to square one.
>You've lost count of how many times you've had this discussion.
>He says he wants somepony that loves him, then you say to go find one, then he starts the process over.
>He doesn't like to be around other ponies.
"You'll never find somepony like that if you won't go look."
>"I don't like being around other ponies."
>And you still said it anyway.
>Idiot.
>The cycle had to end somehow.
>But how?
>It's not like you could just find somepony to date him.
>Even if you did, they probably wouldn't understand him at all.
>Nopony knew him like you did.
>Your ears perk up slightly.
>You?
>You glance over at Butterscotch who has once again resumed eating his sandwich.
>A small smirk forms on your face.
>Yeah, why not you?
>You've known him your entire life, you're his best friend in the whole world, you're awesome.
>He's awesome.
"What about me?"

>This time he has to cough a few times before he can breathe again.
>He doesn't look over at you.
>"What do you mean? I like being around you."
"No, I mean what if I was your special somepony?"
>He coughs once more despite not eating anything.
>"That's what I was afraid you meant..."
>You can only barely hear him say that.
"C'mon Butterscotch, we've been friends forever, it makes perfect sense!"
>"Yes, we've been friends, but just friends."
"Best friends."
>"But still just friends, and I've never thought about it before."
>You give him a moment.
>He does nothing.
>Doesn't move, doesn't speak.
"Well?"
>"I think I'm happier with us just staying friends."
>What, really?
"You won't know unless you try."
>He looks at you and raises his hooves slightly.
>"Please Dashy, I really like you, but not in that way."
>It's not like you ever thought of him as more than a friend, either.
>But this was your last option.
>If he wasn't going to go find somepony, you would have to be that pony.
"Why don't you give it a try first?"
>He looks away.
>"I think you should leave. You're acting really weird."
>You hesitate a moment, but no more.
>Not this time.
>He can't keep shutting out the world.
>You won't let him end up alone forever.

>You crawl across the couch towards him.
>He quickly takes notice and gives you a sheepish look.
>"Um, please leave?"
>You grin which only seems to make him even more nervous.
>"Dashy?"
>Without another word, you give him a small peck on the lips.
>His eyes narrow and he gasps slightly.
>He doesn't say anything, but he turns to get up and you place hoof on his shoulder, forcing him back down in his seat.
>Now he's panicking a bit.
>"W-what are you doing?"
"It was just a kiss, geez."
>He squirms nervously.
>"There, we tried it, and I still think we should just be friends."
>Tried it?
>You haven't done anything yet.
>Sheesh, if he was this nervous around somepony he's known his entire life you can't imagine he would ever do anything with anyone else.
"I don't think we've done anything yet."
>He laughs nervously.
>"That wasn't all? D-did you want another kiss just to be sure?"
>You kiss him again, and this time he kisses you back.
>Another quick peck.
>"And that should be enough. I don't know about you, but I'm super sure now. I'm glad we never have to talk about this again, right Dashy?"
>He takes small glances up at you standing over him on the couch.
>"Dashy?"
>Alright, so there was like a mile of ice to break through.
>Better get started.

>You lean in and plant another kiss on his lips, but this time it lasts a while.
>He doesn't return your kiss, but tries to escape instead.
>Try is kind of a strong word.
>More like he makes his intent to wish to flee known ever so slightly.
>Once you pull away, he sobs slightly.
>"Dashy, please. I don't like this. You're supposed to be my friend."
>You're genuinely hurt by that, but you know he just doesn't know any better.
"Butterscotch, you know I'd never hurt you, right? I care about you."
>He sobs once more, but ends up nodding.
"Just trust me."
>His eyes widen slightly.
>"Dashy, please stop. Please?"
>You kiss him once more and he whines with your lips pressed against his.
>All the while you slowly work him into a better position on the couch.
>In a few moments you're standing over the top of him and he's fully on his back.
>There's tears in the corners of his eyes, but he doesn't object further.
>You pull away to breathe for a moment and his eyes stay shut while he silently sobs.
>Pony feathers.
>You had hoped by now he would realize how great this was.
>It's not like you brag or anything, but you're an amazing kisser.
>You sigh a bit and lean back slightly.
>Then you feel it.
>A small twitch down near your nethers.
>You crouch down slightly and feel his member press against your flank.
>Your grin comes back.
>He might be lying to himself, but his body isn't lying to you.
>With new found vigor, you begin to grind gently against his crotch.

>Very slowly you feel his member engorge against your tight flank.
>His sobs have died down slightly and you look down at him.
"Feels like you might think this could work after all."
>He doesn't say anything, but rather just groans slightly.
>Whatever, he didn't have to say it, you could feel it.
>Might as well take this all the way.
>If you were going to be his special somepony, you were going to be the best special somepony in all of Equestria.
>And the best is the best at everything.
>You lean against him and begin to slide down his body until you're laying belly down on the couch directly below his hind legs.
>His generous ebony orbs and shaft filled your view entirely.
>Already at full mast and you haven't done anything yet.
>With one final grin, you lean forward and poke out your tongue, only barely touching the base of his shaft.
>He twitches and attempts to close his legs, but you hold them wide open with your hooves.
>Once again you lean forward and delicately lick the base of his shaft.
>He moans slightly, but you can't tell if it's in pleasure or dejection.
>In either case, you continue.
>You decide to work those generous orbs a little before moving to the main course.
>A string of saliva latches itself to his shaft as you move down further.
>Very gently, you begin to suckle on each testicle.
>Slowly, gently, licking in circles now and then, and then switching from one to the other after a few moments.
>You look up from your work and notice Butterscotch still has his eyes shut tight, but his tears have visibly dried up.
>You would grin in satisfaction, but you were busy and teeth don't feel very great.

>His member twitches directly above your muzzle and you can see the glistening tell-tale sign of precum slowly forming along his tip.
>With a delicate motion, you move up once more into a better position, dragging your tongue along his shaft all the way.
>Once you meet his tip, you give it a few gentle pecks.
>It responds by gently twitching and booping your nose.
>You smile one last time before gently licking along the very edge of the tip of shit shaft.
>Slowly you work your tongue in circles around his entire edge.
>He gasps slightly, but he's no longer trying to escape.
>With one final twitch, you engulf his tip in your wet, warm maw.
>He shudders as you slowly guide his shaft deeper and deeper into your mouth, all the while greeting him with your tongue.
>Once you get him as deep as you can manage, you hold him there for a moment before pulling back away until his tip is resting on your lips.
>You give his tip another small peck, and then guide him in once more.
>Once you reach your limit again, he bucks slightly, much to your surprise.
>It didn't seem like he meant to, or even noticed he did it.
>Again you slowly guide him back out, but this time you keep his tip inside your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.
>You can clearly taste his sweet and salty precum as it slowly escapes onto your tongue.
>You guide him in once again, and out again, picking up the pace slightly each time.
>His moaning is becoming more apparent as you go.
>You glance up at him and notice his eyes open every once in a while to look down at you, but then he quickly closes them once more.
>It almost looks like he's embarrassed.
>His breathing picks up in pace and you take it as a sign.
>While you may not have ever had a special somepony, you still knew how everything worked.
>This wasn't going to end yet.
>Not yet.

>You pull your mouth off from around his shaft and give his tip a couple more pecks.
>It twitches wildly, begging you to return.
>You slide back up his body and give him a peck on the lips.
>After waiting there for a few moments, he finally opens his eyes and looks up at you, then looks to the side and closes them once more.
"Almost done, then you can decide if you want to just stay friends, or be my special somepony."
>He doesn't respond, but that's okay.
>You look back down under your belly.
>His shaft is still twitching wildly against your soft fur, longing for just a little more attention.
>Even you weren't entirely sure about this next part, but part of you wanted it more than you realized.
>You notice a few droplets fall from your own backside.
>Apparently he wasn't the only one getting excited.
>A few squelching sounds can be heard as you anticipate what's about to happen.
>You're winking.
>You blush slightly and look at Butterscotch to see if he's noticed, but he's still trying his best to ignore this whole situation.
>With one last bit of determination, you reach a hoof down and carefully guide his tip to meet your wet entrance.
>It presses against you and you shudder slightly.
>That feels amazing already.
>You push your rump back into him and find it a little difficult to take.
>After pulling away and pushing back a few more times, you eventually manage to get his tip to pop inside you.
>You gasp and take a deep breath.
>Butterscotch makes a strange sound of his own, but you press on.
>With great care, you push down and let his shaft slowly fill your body.
>You moan in ecstasy as he fills you so completely.
>This is even better than you imagined.
>Maybe you should have gotten a special somepony sooner.
>The pleasure turns to pain as he's a bit too much to take, and you pull away a bit to let him slide back out until only his tip remains inside.
>Even so, you can still feel his twitching.
>It drives you wild.

>With much more enthusiasm, you push your body down around his shaft with another great moan.
>He's bucking once again as you reach your limit.
>You're still looking back under your belly to watch his pulsing shaft disappear inside of you, and then reappear as you pull off.
>Over and over.
>Somehow the pleasure seems to grow each and every time.
>It's not long before you're pumping as hard as you can manage.
>Each slap against his body like a slap of absolute pleasure.
>Your grunts align with his.
>You finally look up and to your surprise you meet his eyes.
>Without slowing, you smile down at him.
>He hesitates and glances away, but in the end he meets your gaze once more and smiles up at you.
>You lean forward and give him another kiss.
>He returns it.
>It's too much for you.
>You moan loudly into his mouth as your body convulses in orgasm.
>He wraps his forelegs around your body and his grip tightens as he bucks and convulses in return.
>Your kiss doesn't end.
>Long after the waves of pleasure stop you're still locked together.
>You feel cold and wet in your nethers, but you don't care.
>Eventually you break the kiss and stare into each others eyes.
>He smiles at you and gives you one last quick peck.
>"Thanks Dashy."