I Won’t Bite You, Dearie

[Little bit of feels at the end]

>It was a subtle afternoon in Ponyville as the carts in the street were taking smoking breaks behind closed doors
>Rainbow Dash sped across the orange sky exhausted from driving back a relentless rain cloud
>The alleyway between Mrs. Cake’s bakery and an embroidery shop sat still as all the others did
>Everything here was normal with Pinkie Pie bouncing through the streets by herself singing
>That banality ended with a blink and a sudden gust of wind
>There, between the typical buildings, sat a blue phone booth with an intriguing smell
>Inside of this box sat a large rotunda shaped control room with dim lighting
>Several rows of multicolored buttons lined the circle of metal that sat around the contraption taking up the center
>Flickering what seemed like hundreds was a brown pony who desired to find the secret of leaving his horrid feral horse transformation
>It had plagued him for a few months now, but well over half of that was spent chatting with the locals
“Well, maybe if some of us actually pulled our weight on Veracus some of us might be human at the moment, Mr. Hooves. End tape.”
>The Doctor, as that was his self-proclaimed title, eased the stress of being infinite by talking to himself
“Perhaps if I erased a few timelines I could create a singularity and just jump in. End tape.”
>To feel better about this awkward inclination Doctor Whooves started to say end tape at the end of his lines
“Perhaps I could just be a pony. Forever and ever. End tape.”
>However, there was never any tape recorder
>Only a few of the lines from his self-conscience conversations ever made it out
>The tape recordings were an awful mess because of this
“Ok, so the Tardis landed safely in an alleyway somewhere in one of the Ponyvilles, but I have no idea where, but it should be the ‘control’ Ponyville. End tape.”
>A few earth ponies walked by looking at the phone booth, but they didn’t know what a phone booth was and kept walking

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>The Doctor paced around wondering what he was going to do next
“I need to distract myself. Breakdown coming. End tape.”
>There was indeed sleep coming soon to the Doctor
>A rush of motivation struck his mind as he rushed to the front door
“Need tea. Will die otherwise. End tape.”
>At that the Doctor reached the door and pushed it open
>This ended up with him meeting a solid object
>The Tardis had come into the alleyway facing Mrs. Cake’s shop.
>A petering sigh of defeat came out of the Doctor’s dry mouth
“Of all things we could accomplish, was two doors that hard? End tape.”
>He reached out pressing a button that he personally installed
>In a split second the Tardis rotated to the direction where most light was felt from
>Stepping outside the Doctor breathed in the air of this universe
>He noted it smelt gentler and more like air freshener than before
>With a brown fluffy mane and deep eyes the tired and exhausted pony stumbled with his four legs
“Quadruped still. End tape.”
>A green tie was fastened around his neck in an average looking knot
”Tea still needed. End tape.”
>Rounding a corner he began to walk on the sidewalk and stopped at the intersection of shops in front of him
>And there it was
>Sitting with a quiet sign and large windows laid a quaint coffee shop that wasn’t managed by hipster or business men.
“Family Owned. End tape.”
>All at once the ease and relaxation of merely seeing a coffee shop as this overtook the Doctor
>His consciousness began to muddle as his eyesight became filtered with a vignette of dizziness
>Inside he recognized the color of Fluttershy’s mane and coat, but didn’t care
>Walking up to the counter the Doctor spoke not sure anybody was there
“Chai Tea. Anything. Please. End tape.”
>It was then that he collapsed on his side causing the surrounding crowd to gasp
>The blackness would’ve been more relaxing if he could remember what it felt like
>Instead it felt like he had blinked

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>When he opened his eyes he was in a bedroom
>The smell of May was locked outside, though the room had a nice air freshener scent
>As lazily as he fell the Doctor ruffled the comforters underneath him and propped himself up on a shaking hoof
>He looked around and saw the blankets covering him and the silent room with a closed door
“Ponies are too kind. Passed out three times. Been here once of three times. Can’t remember which. Purple one was hot. End tape.”
>The Doctor rubbed his head and called up some courage to get out of bed in the stranger’s house
“Hello? I’m quite awake now. I’m guessing you would’ve eaten me already if you were going to. Hello?”
>No response came but a shuffling from the outside that sounded like animals.
>He walked out into the house and saw the motherly nature of the living room
>A serene feeling of being home washed over him despite the lack of familiarity
>Books were lined up alphabetically and there lay separate food bowls for more than a few pets
“Purple one lived in environmental friendly house, but too few bookcases for purple thing. End Tape.”
>The Doctor breathed out thinking he was alone as he rolled back into a green couch closing his eyes
>Upon opening his eyes there stood a yellow pony with a pink mane looking at the ground
>Picking up the silence it said, “Um, hi. I’m-“
>The Doctor stared and turned his head like an excited puppy
“Flu- Fluttershy?!” he walked up to the pony and shook their hand gratefully; “You always were my favorite. Thank you for taking me in again. I’m really sor-“
>The pony finally moved their head upwards and revealed a slender, but noticeably male jawline
“How- Oh, I’m dearly sorry I mistook you for someone else it’s just a side effect of being a wanderer. That’s what I do, yep. Wander around.”
>There was still no reply from the pony but his lips moved subtly
“Ah, I’m dreadfully sorry. I didn’t think you wouldn’t be able to hear me. Deaf ponies must have it so rough. You can read my lips right?”
>The feminine pony spoke up, “I can hear. And talk.”
“Well, isn’t that delightful! Thank you for saving me from being taken by a butcher, passing out in public is much more acceptable where I come from. Is there anything I can do to repay you? Oh, you must know who Fluttershy is; you look nearly identical.”
>The yellow pony gained a little more confidence saying, “I’m Butterscotch. I don’t really know a Fluttershy. But she sounds nice.”
>Avoiding more eye contact Butterscotch walked past the Doctor with soft hoof steps and picked up a green tie
>”Here, you ripped it when you fell, but I fixed it.”
“Too nice,” the Doctor mumbled to himself. “Thank you for my tie and the bed Mr. Butterscotch. But I’m assuming since you did all this you wouldn’t mind me having a snack in order to not faint again, right? Allons-y! To the kitchen Mr. Butterscotch.”
>Butterscotch was shocked at the Doctor’s movements and remained quiet as he began to walk towards a barren closet
>In the confusion Butterscotch stood still and only watched on hoping the Doctor, not that he knew his name yet, would calm down
>A hush came over the house as Doctor Whooves fainted while he was reaching for a bag of chip on Butterscotch’s counter
>There was a cruel little pool of blood was forming underneath his cheek

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>This time the Doctor awoke to sudden pain which caused him to wince before he even opened his eyes
“Pain, a little spot but stinging. End tape.”
>He opened his eyes to see Butterscotch sitting in front of the petting a bunny softly while looking out at the nighttime landscape
>Butterscotch turned to see the Doctor wake saying, “Oh dear, don’t move. You hurt yourself when you fell. I hope you don’t mind I put a bandage on your face.”
“A bandage? Wh- why are you so being so- never mind, I know what you’d say.”
>All Butterscotch could react with was to keep petting the bunny
>Further looking around the room the Doctor noticed tea on the nightstand next to him
>His eyes lit up wide as he sat up in anticipation of tasting the sweet cup against his lips
>The Washed up and downtrodden Doctor sipped his cup gagging and smacking his lips
“You ponies drink your tea cold? Oh god, if I didn’t have a reason to leave before.”
>Butterscotch worriedly looked over and apologized taking the tea from his hoof saying, ”I’m sorry mister, you’ve been sleeping a long time. I’ll get more.”
>At that Butterscotch walked out of the room and put a lukewarm kettle on the stove top
>Mr. Whooves saw that there was a chair at the foot of his bed that held a sleeping bunny resting calmly
“Do the bunnies speak, too? Probably not. End tape.”
>Butterscotch’s sympathy and kindness was not too surprising to the Doctor after he saw the lengths Fluttershy would go to save even the tiniest cute animal
>If those two held any kind of relation this kind of care would be expected
>Something that did shock him was Butterscotch being such a feminine pony in this world
>The appeal of a rounded ass and cute face being on a guy was not lost on the Doctor
>He stole looks at his caretaker’s flank as he walked by holding tea bags
“Stockholm syndrome already kicking in. End tape.”
>Mr. Whooves decided he would try to win over the pony
>Perhaps it was because he was tied of breaking female hearts
“When I gave in, it was to a pony. I should be ashamed. But I’m not. End tape.”

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>Butterscotch came back into the room with the tea that Mr. Whooves gratefully sipped upon as an athlete does with corporate branded drinks
>The two ponies sat with their cups on their little dishes as the Doctor decided to prop himself up more comfortably
“Did you ever ask my name, Butterscotch?”
>”I’m sorry, I didn’t get a chance.”
“So what am I to you, just another animal you heal then send on their way?”
>An obviously flustered Butterscotch replied, ”No no no, please tell me your name. I promise it’s not like that at all.”
“Oh so now you care,” at that the Doctor looked away from the worried pony. “Typical.”
>”What- what do you mean? I promise I didn’t mean it like that I just-“
“And that is how not to treat a stallion, Butterscotch. You see I’m going to pay you back with some well-practiced dating advice. It seems fairly equivalent for you carrying me to your house, nursing me to health and this tea. Unless it doesn’t. But I want to help you, my dear friend.”
>All Butterscotch could do was express a face of pure confusion holding equal parts of nervousness
>”I really think it would be best if you didn’t do that mister- what is your name?”
“There we go! Progress, you see confidently asking a stallion his name reveals that you want to make a make good first impression. It’s Doctor Whooves, but call me the Doctor.”
>Butterscotch was now crossing his legs and rocking in his chair a bit as he said, “No really, Doctor, its fine. You’d be paying me back by not doing this.”
“Ah, but you see this desire to not become a smooth talking stallion killer is exactly why I’m paying you back in full. I’m the only one who can do this for you.”
>Now sitting on the floor covering his face with his hoofs Butterscotch grew increasingly red and quieter.
>He asked shyly, “Why do you keep saying stallion?”
>The Doctor grinned and raised an eyebrow looking onto Butterscotch’s scared visage
“You had a very tasty novel on your shelf. In fact a whole series that a close friend of mine also reads. You see mares can read a story of two males recklessly ruining each others bums, but when a guy does it it’s pretty gay, Butterscotch.”
>By this point his caretaker had curled into a tight ball on the floor that was inching its way towards the door through awkward wiggling movements
>Crawling out from under two large comforters, the Doctor crawled onto the floor next to him
“My favorite scene was when Lightning Falchion took Crystal Halberd in his arms and said ‘Oh my love, please adventure with me for which there is so much to see that I shall carry you on to.’”
>From out of the ball came a deeply blushing face that whispered, “You read them, too?”
>Of course the Doctor didn’t read something with such horrid prose, but Twilight was obsessed for days over those books and he caught a line or two she would say to herself repeatedly

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“Now that you’re paying attention I’m gonna have to ask you to sit on the bed with me,” the Doctor then crawled back onto the comforters and patted a spot right next to him as he leaned against the wall; “I won’t bite you, Dearie.”
>Butterscotch looked away from the Doctor as he rose with bright red cheeks and sat on the edge of the bed facing away from him
“Butterscotch?”
>No response
“We can just have some tea if you want.”
>Wondering if he had gone too far the Doctor drew closer to see that Butterscotch’s arm was shaking as if he was under some sort of mental duress
>Speaking up from a voice of hesitation he said, “If we’re gonna be doing anything you need to eat, Doctor.”
>He got up from the bed and went further into the house leaving the Doctor confused.
“So he will? Is he one of those fattening up types? Immediate escape a possibility. End tape.”
>A couple minutes passed before Butterscotch came back with a peanut and jelly sandwich cut into four triangle slices and a tall glass of lemonade
“Oh ah, thank you very much.”
>Taking the plate onto his lap, the Doctor chewed two of the slices like a vacuum and tried to swallow but felt the peanut butter sticking to his throat
“Lem- nade- Butts-“
>He was moving his head around dramatically as Butterscotch handed him the lemonade from the nightstand
>A gasp of relief emerged from the quenched Doctor while he picked up the third slice eating it more politely
“You make a mean PB&J, Butterscotch. Now before we begin I’m gonna have to ask you a few questions. Mainly just one. How many cocks have you seen before counting your own?”
>Eating his last piece the Doctor licked the peanut butter off of his hoof and watched Butterscotch pick up the question with a stutter
>”Do- do, um,” a deep sigh of acceptance came before he replied, “Do fake ones count?”
>He then sat on the edge of the bed confirming the Doctor’s belief that Butterscotch was trying to inch closer and closer to him and was hoping the meal would distract him
“I’m assuming you mean the dildo you hid somewhere in the closet.”
>Butterscotch winced at the accuracy of the statement
“Well, no sadly they do not. Now I’m gonna have to ask you to sit next to me.”
>The Doctor chugged down the last of his lemonade and admired the curves of Butterscotch’s flank as he scooted to only be a few inches away from the Doctor’s legs on the bed
>They sat against the wall behind them, now both becoming nervous of the oncoming moments
>Visibly trembling with a consistent a shade of red on his cheeks, Butterscotch waited for further commands scared he would mess up the situation through his clumsiness
“So,” the Doctor knocked his hooves together, “did you have anything in mind?”

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>They each sat staring at the ceiling and furniture in the room awkwardly
>”Don’t guys start out kissing?” Butterscotch said after he pulled in his legs and sat holding them
“Yeah, they do actually,” thousands of women flashed through the Doctor’s mind that he had kissed, but no men stared back into his eyes
>Now he stared blushing into the eyes of an innocent pony and hesitated a bit before continuing this adventure
“Well we need to be facing each other,” the Doctor moved his legs and body towards Butterscotch and then moved in front of him saying, “and then you close your eyes.”
>The Doctor watched him close his eyes and let his guard down
>An air of teenage inexperience flooded the Doctor’s senses
It was not a feeling that he was used to
>Desperate to be rid of the nervousness, the Doctor dived in with his own eyes closed and met Butterscotch with a quiet press to his lips
>They kissed gently as if they would harm the other by applying any pressure
>While their lips touched Butterscotch’s heart was set aflame with emotion
>Its beats became emblazoned with new emotion as he felt his first kiss
>The Doctor took his lips off and opened his eyes to feel immediate relief as he saw Butterscotch look up at him through his pink mane that fell in front of his face
“Do you feel okay?” All of a sudden this feeling of guardianship washed across the Doctor as he stared at this young soul’s adorable expressions and withdrawn body language
>Drawing his eyes away but keeping his face forward Butterscotch said, ”That was my first kiss, Doctor.”
>He felt a smile involuntarily spread widely across his lips as he exclaimed, “I’m honored! Why such a noble privilege should lie with royalty after how nice those lips felt.”
>Butterscotch blushed and looked away from his knight smiling all the same
>The Doctor reached down again and pushed Butterscotch’s legs further apart and kissed him at a far better angle this time
>They alternated between pushing into the other as they opened their lips and pressed back down causing the sound of kissing to warm each of their hearts further
>A brown hoof came up to hold Butterscotch’s head as the Doctor decided to slip in some tongue to his partner’s mouth
>There sounded out a series of noises that began to rise out of Butterscotch that verged on the border between moaning and involuntary squeaks
>Alive with the fury of their hearts both ponies pulled each other closer as they stretched their bodies to become more open for the other to explore

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>Butterscotch’s own member started to rise as his sheath was being pressed against by a series of gentle thrusts from the Doctor’s own enlarging cock and sheath
>The smell of thick horsecock filled each of their nostrils and drove the other to make sexual noises of release
>Moans and lip smacking accelerated in tempo as they took their time signature to 8/7 as the inches of their cocks leaked pre over each others belly fur
>Butterscotch became overwhelmed with the moment and lost his shy refraining attitude and began to say between the slight seconds of their lips parting, “Fuck me.”
>The Doctor was caught up in the moment while he took hold of Butterscotch’s body and angled his head to look at the two cocks rocking against the other beneath him
“God that’s hot. End tape.”
>The frotting grew from accidental to on purpose as the Doctor began to rub the sensitive underbelly of their cocks together
>Butterscotch uttered out an, ”Oh god, Doctor.”
>Their medial rings bumped one another as they ground against the other further and further down into the spiral of lust
“Are you,” breathing heavily and excitedly the Doctor said, “ready, Butter- umph- ohhhh god.”
>The pleasure of the moment drove away any thoughts other than ones of the arousal taking over both of their minds
>Between a gap of the spell he was under Butterscotch said, “I’m ready. I can take- ooh, you- I’ve practiced.”
>Taken over by the heat of the moment the Doctor dove backwards on the bed and took Butterscotch’s legs holding them into air
>His cock sat at the entrance as it pressed and prodded its way into teasing Butterscotch’s plump and wanting ass
>”Doctor Please, I’m begging.” Butterscotch felt the cock at his gates and thought about all the times he used his dildo to simulate this moment and how he never came close to how good it felt now
“Well if you say please.”
>Butterscotch’s cock twitched at every little press, but the Doctor couldn’t bear to hold his cock still any longer and shoved himself into Butterscotch’s tight little hole
>A yell came out of his mouth as he shouted at the excitement of it all, however he bit his hoof in shame and embarrassment
>The Doctor slid in further and further easing up and pushing in, alternating this pattern to drive Butterscotch’s face into a contortion of pain and pleasure
>Every muscle that was on his face moved to try and mask the incredible sense of pleasure that was absorbing his entire consciousness
>The Doctor was lost in the fact that Butterscotch was enjoying his cock so much
>He grew more and more determined to please him as much as he could
>This feeling of making someone else so lost in lust was well worth everything he had been subjected to until this point in this pony universe

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>Butterscotch rolled his neck in ecstasy at the throbbing cock inside of his virgin asshole
>A pool of precum formed on the fur of Butterscotch’s underside that showed just how much his mind was giving into the lust
>At least several times by now the Doctor had to stop for a bit to not cum too early since he had gotten very rusty
>He had only hoofed off a few times with his pony body
>Along with the fact that Butterscotch was a male pony the Doctor might as well be losing his virginity again
>Two hoofs slid up to meet Butterscotch’s body as the Doctor positioned himself to unleash his inner beast
>Taking root in the bed he began to lean down and take Butterscotch’s throat in a bite, but instead dove deeply inside and went to whisper in his ear
“You’re all mine.”
>Butterscotch stared blankly as a lost soul trapped in his own sinful lust
>The Doctor bit down hard
>It was harsh and feral as the Doctor took Butterscotch’s neck in his teeth and humped forward like a steam piston
>’Slap,’ his balls slammed into Butterscotch, ‘slap,’ and at that, ‘slap,’ it could only speed up
>The thrusting of his cock took his submissive partner beyond life as he started to loudly moan in response to the pleasure
>It then caused the Doctor to give in and finally throw his curve ball
>He bit incredibly hard into Butterscotch’s neck and humped a furious storm of rough thrusts driving his hard pulsating cock as deep as it could go inside of his sex toy
>Butterscotch’s body was now being wildly tossed around as he became the Doctor’s personal stallion to cum inside of
>Semen was now dripping out of the yellow ponies cock into the pool of precum which was being rubbed onto the coat of the monster thrusting away at him
>There was shared warmth between the two that made it more loving in nature
>The doctor eased his bite strength and felt a weird taste growing in his mouth as Butterscotch began to yell and violently cum causing the Doctor to rise and watch his partner’s face get splattered with his own thick seed trails
>This sight put the Doctor over the edge so he took advantage of the sudden burst of pleasure picking up the speed and slamming deeply into his partner’s deflowered ass
>He came as far he could inside of Butterscotch and felt the semen pouring out past the entrance
>It felt warm as it dripped onto his balls and then congealed on the bed into a mess of splotches
>The smell of cum covered horsecock enveloped the air as they each had the emotional drain of sex take place in their heads
>Each pony was breathing loudly, panting at the rush of life they just had pounded into each other
>Eventually, the Doctor looked down at Butterscotch and saw the most upsetting sight he could
>Butterscotch was looking to the left away from the Doctor with tears piling onto the blanket that was resting under his innocent face
>The bite mark on his neck was crisp with teeth marks and crimson blood leaking out of it
>A feeling worse than guilt overcame the Doctor as he saw his caretaker crying in pain holding an entire month’s worth of semen inside of him
>He slowly slid out of Butterscotch and watched him wince as he pulled his limbs inward from the sudden emptiness he felt

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“I can’t believe I’ve done this to you.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I just can’t.
>”Let me get up.”
>”I need bandages.”
>The Doctor moved his body and went to sit on the edge of the bed with his cock still deflating from the sex that was merely seconds ago
>Butterscotch moved to the edge of the bed with set of pathetic lurching movements that got him walking outside while holding his bite wound
>Sitting on the edge of the bed sat the Doctor with blood on his teeth
>He began to lick it off scared that Butterscotch would see
>Tears began forming as of the mental punishment of licking his caretaker’s blood off of his own teeth
>Butterscotch came back with a well applied bandage soaking up the blood and stared wide eyed into the Doctor’s dribble of tears leaking onto the floor
>He walked up to the Doctor and ruffled his hair saying lightheartedly, “Your hair is really cute, Doctor.”
>He took his hoof and trailed it across the Doctor’s back sitting next to him on the bed saying, “I’m okay, Doctor. I’ve dealt with worse animal bites than this before.”
>The Doctor’s limbs began to quiver as he drowned in his downward spiral of self-deprecating thoughts
>Butterscotch looked at the pony cry and saw himself
>An atmosphere of awkward calmness filled the room
>That feeling when it was well worth it yet a tinge of regret lingers on your tongue in the form of your friend’s blood
>”Hey don’t be so upset. You saw how much I came,” he began to lean on the Doctor’s side and wrap him in a hug hoping he would snap out of it eventually
>They each sat like that for a while
>With new blankets the gay ponies fell asleep facing each other with the Doctor’s sadness being wiped away by a smiling Butterscotch
>Both watched the sun rise up through the bedroom window and each gay pony sent the other into a peaceful slumber
>One was numb and the other warm
>One was wrapped in a smiling grasp and the other holding a brighter future
>Their breaths were shared as the smell of semen lingered on the balled up comforter as the sun gazed its glorious light upon it