Butch huffed as he waited outside of a rather upscale club in the middle rung of Canterlot, ignoring the many indignant and sometimes lustful stares he got from passing mares and stallions. He didn’t know why he was even doing this… well, he did, but by Tartarus, he was never going to admit the actual reason to any living soul so long as he drew breath. His resolve had him huffing indignantly, his breath shooting forward in a fine fog that dissipated in the colder air.
What’s taking that stallion so damn long…? He glanced again to the door employees left out of, knowing that by now, the reason for his visit was usually off of his shift by now…
Butch rubbed his face quickly, trying to suppress the memories of seeing his lithe body on stage. How could a stallion -- a stallion, for Celestia’s sake -- move so fluidly? It was as though he embodied the grace and allure of the ocean itself, but also contained its raw power deep beneath the surface of the persona that Butch had come to know.
What had even started this..? Was it possibly the first time Butch had passed through this very neighborhood? The time that he passed the stallion is his full regalia?
Was it perhaps the sheer confidence with which that same stallion had noticed his gaze? To which he had simply smirked and brushed his tail underneath Butch’s chin? That sheer memory had Butch huffing again, denying that his deep sultry voice or those eyes more rich than any other shade of violet had anything to do with his current mission…
He jumped the next second when the door he had been monitoring opened, sighing in disappointment and letting his eyes drift shut when two mares came trotting out.
What was the use..? Even if this stallion noticed him, there was no guarantee that he wouldn’t view him as he was: rough, crass, loud… among other things. He’d likely look down on him in disgust if they met in a private setting such as this, with hardly another soul in sight to judge his actions or possibly tarnish his career.
With a heavy heart and a sunken spirit, Butch stood up, teeth carefully clamped around his gift, before taking that first step forward..
..and letting out an undignified bray of surprise when he nearly ran into the stallion that he’d been here to see in the first place.
That same stallion was obviously holding back some snickering at Butch’s reaction, but to the fisherpony’s relief, he managed to suppress that laughter and instead addressed Butch in a smooth voice.
“I thought I recognized you. You’re that strong fellow that I passed a few weeks back.” Butch’s heart thumped excitedly in his chest. Oh Celestia, he remembered!! His heartbeat was now loud enough to almost drown out his next words, but by some miracle, Butch still heard it all. “I thought I’d seen you around the club, but couldn’t be too sure.”
Butch couldn’t help what happened next. His mouth moved ahead of where his mind was trying to go, leading him to trip over his response. “I… I thought I’d give it a shot. Since yo-- the club looks half-decent..!”
…. Oh for fuck’s sake, Butch. He wanted to slam a hoof into his own face. He had nearly gone and spilled the beans to the stallion of his current admiration, a stallion whose name he didn’t even know. By the sisters, he would have looked so stupid if he had.
His ears suddenly flicked forward, the gruff stallion blinking in surprise when he recognized it as a soft chuckle…. and just like that he felt his infatuation come around full force. He didn’t care why the stallion was laughing, even if it was at him, if it meant he could hear it again and again.
“Is that right? Well, I’m glad you think so highly of the club~” A saucy wink, and Butch knew: the stallion had immediately known what he had intended to say. Before his stomach could drop to the pits of Tartarus, he continued on normally, thoroughly confusing Butch, who had been bracing for a much… different reaction. “So what brings you by tonight? Surely it’s nearly freezing cold, and you’d rather be somewhere warmer..”
Butch again stammered over his response, suddenly sighing heavily and retrieving the bouquet of roses he'd dropped in his panic. He awkwardly held them out to the stallion, who blinked in surprise.
“For me?” A soft blue light emanated from his horn, lifting the bouquet as Butch nodded. His gut suddenly sank out of existence when Moondancer gently examined the roses, as though caressing something precious. Compared to the stallion they was meant for, the flowers might as well have been weeds, even though Butch had paid top price for the florist's nicest arrangement-much fancier than anything Butch was used to.
He froze the next second though, when that same stallion smiled warmly, drawing out a rose and pinning it carefully in his mane. Those rich violet eyes met his, and Butch felt himself get lost in them in the few seconds, before that soft voice reached his ears again.
“Thank you. I will treasure this gift… um…”
On instinct, Butch blurted the first thing that came to his mind. “Butch. My name… it’s Butch.”
He turned his head then, almost wanting to disappear if it meant escaping from the sheer level of embarrassment that he felt.
His head snapped back to find a warm gaze on him, and he melted, realizing that despite knowing little outside of this-- outside of Moondancer’s profession, he would do anything for him.
Moondancer looked over the bouquet again, before looking to Butch. “I actually feel a little bad about the fact you had to wait so long to give me a gift… Why don’t you come home with me so I can make something to help warm you up?” Butch immediately turned bright red, Moondancer smirking a bit at the response.
“Although… something tells me you have a few ideas already on how you want to 'warm up'~"
i made some veeeery slight tweaks to RoseyChickadee's original (in it Butch gives Moony a scarf, not roses, but I goofed up remembering)
stahp it moony, you're doing butch a scare (and making him revaluate his sexuality and entire worldview, oy)
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Oh man on a serious note, that's some fabulous story telling. I was absolutely absorbed into the scene but then again we always get nice descriptions that make the picture 10x better! only reason I can connect to the characters at all who I dont know but i'm so entangled in this pony new gen thing
type of tail that has nothing to do with my little pony. this tail only exist on mythical
horse creatures but I don't know what type of tail that is or what it's called.
SO GOD-DAMNED PRETTY
Kicking my heart
Either way it looks amazing and fits really well with him. I like that it matches his eyeshadow
Also, more costumes of Moony plz, maybe a scene of him performing
Butch is such a gruff looking fisher-pony, that beard is so intimidating. Yet he's so flustered talking to pretty lil Moonie, c'mon dude pull yourself together.
//although I'm totally digging thicc, model Moonie
//how would Zee react to this Moondancer? I feel like they'd either be best friends or rival dancers with a passionate love/hate relationship
I had actually considered roses at first, by the way~ It's like you can read my mind... o.o
special changeling yet, but I do know one thing for sure:
"I will be as awkward as possible!" /)^;;^(\
Also, I was wondering: Since, if I remember corretcly Bruce at some point felt an attraction towards Moondancer, how does he react when he learns his big tough bro has a crush on exactly the smae pony he used to 'kind of' crush on?