The First One
Cotton was sitting in the schoolhouse. Cheerilee was at the front of the room talking about the disappearance of Diamond Tiara. Her voice was shaky as she told everypony how the whole city was placed under red alert. Cotton smirked, she knew the tale all too well. Silver Spoon didn't show up today either. The class was dismissed for recess as Cheerilee sat at her desk looking forlorn. She didn't like losing her students.
Cotton made her way to the playground. She settled under a tree and watched the other students play on the equipment.
"Hey!" She herd someone say next to her. She turned and saw Scootaloo staring at her cutiemark, along with Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.
"What's your cutiemark for?" Applebloom planted a hoof on her chin in deep thought.
"Maybe it's for cutting vegetables!" Sweetie Belle chimed in. "But that doesn't explain the red on it." Cotton felt her face getting hot.
"It's for... Cutting beets?" Cotton made something up. She smile at the three fillies.
"I can see that!" Sweetie nodded.
"Yeah! Totally!" Scootaloo smiled.
"Maybe we could get OUR cutiemarks by cutting vegetables, too!" Applebloom's face lit up with her idea.
"CUTIEMARK CRUSADER VEGATABLE CUTTERS!" the three fillies exclaimed in unison as the high-hooved. The raced off. Cotton sighed. She was glad they bought it.
The bell rang bringing recess to a close. Cotton got up and shook her head lightly. She trotted inside the building along with the rest of the schoolfoals. Cheeriliee was a lot more cheery when they walked in the building. She spent the rest of the day talking about how to avoid foalnappers.
The bell rang once again. Cheerilee waved them off as they set off for home. Cotton started down a familiar path, the one that leads to the old abandoned barn on a forgotten part of Sweet Apple acres. She happily trotted down the dirt path with a bounce in her step.
She got to the barn and forced the door open. The door slid across the floor causing dust to rise up and tickle Cotton's nose. She sneezed briskly several times before rubbing her nose. She walked to a pile of hay and opened the trapdoor behind.
She bounced down the tunnel, humming a cheery tune. She was about to open the door when she felt something off. A tingling sensation was emanating from her loins. Her mind raced back to Cheerilee's lessons about the pony body. Her eye's widened as she realized what it was.
Bloodletter sat on his broken couch. His butt was resting on the crack and his hooves slung over the armrest. He turned his head to the side and cracked his neck into place. The annoying headache he had disappeared. He hopped off the couch and shook his head. The door leading into his lair opened and closed. Cotton Tail was home.
He walked out to go greet her. She saw him and walked the other direction. Bloodletter found this behavior odd. Usually she would walk up to him, not avoid him. He followed her quietly. Everything she did seemed like the usual. Except she was walking like she was lopsided and her tail was held close. It looked like a strain to keep the tail held close to her butt. She started pacing. She took four steps, turned around and took another four. Bloodletter watched. He watched her face. It had a strained, worried expression on it. His gaze slipped down to her legs. Her pacing looked forced, like her body didn't want to move. Eventually he was gazing at her rump. The round curves bobbed up and down with each step. She gave a sharp turn which swept her tail to side. He got a look at the prize held underneath. He smirked to himself and his ear twitched. He inhaled deeply through his nose and sighed. He stood for a second. He sniffed the air again. The smell was more dominant this time. It was the smell of arousal. He got a wide smile. She was in heat.
Suddenly, Cotton Tail's strange antics made sense. Bloodletter only had to guess that it was a her first one. He smirked to himself as he sank into the shadows.
Cotton paced nervously. She could feel the burning desire seeping up from her loins. She stopped pacing and sat down. The rough cement rubbed against her marehood. She bit her hoof to suppress a moan. She got up again. She had forgotten how sensitive she was. She started to try to lay down on the cold floor. She tried but eventually got down on her stomach. She buried her face in her hooves and shook slightly. Maybe I could ask Bloo- NO! She mentally slapped herself. That wasn't an answer she felt she would be able to use.
Bloodletter walked into the room Cotton Tail was in. Her plot was facing him. He lifted his head and sniffed the air. It smelled stronger than before. He slowly crept towards Cotton Tail. He lowered his head so his muzzle was almost touching the floor. He slowly closed the gap between the two. He got so close that he could almost touch her. His muzzle was hovering a few inches from her young slit. He sniffed deeply and exhaled.
Cotton shivered from the hot air blowing across her nether regions. She suddenly realized the source. She jumped up and turned around to face Bloodletter, who raised his head. She looked at him with an expression of horror and confusion. He tilted his head. He could see the question she was thinking on her face.
"I could smell it," he said as-a-matter-of-factly. Her face started to turn pink as the red of her cheeks blended with the light grey of her fur. She briskly trotted off, hiding her face with her mane. Bloodletter watched her, a plan forming in his. He smiled and chuckled as he walked in the opposite direction.
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Cotton was laying on a rug in the living room. She decided to draw. She drew the kitchen, school house, and town hall. She was in the middle of drawing the library when she heard Bloodletter quickly shuffling around the kitchen, which was behind her. She swiveled her ear in the direction of the kitchen to hear it better. As soon as she did, the noise stopped. She shrugged it off and resumed drawing.
Bloodletter looked out the arch that connected the kitchen and the living room. Cotton was drawing. He smiled to himself as her silently snaked out and crept towards Cotton. He got close and lowered his head. He held his breath and stuck his tongue out. He gave a hesitant lick to Cotton's slit. She gasped in surprise and tried to get up. Bloodletter planted his front hooves on her lower back, immobilizing her. He gave another lick eliciting a small moan from Cotton. She tasted like vanilla. She squirmed underneath his hooves as he lapped her marehood. He stuck his tongue inside her nether region and massaged all the walls he could with his tongue. He felt her walls clench as she squirted her juices on his face. He drank in as much as he could. He took his hooves off her back and lifted his soaking wet muzzle away. Cotton slowly got up. Her energy was sapped from her first orgasm. She looked at Bloodletter with lust in her eyes. Bloodletter smiled widely.
Cotton tackled Bloodletter onto his back with new-found energy. Bloodletter struggled a bit. She lowered her head to his crotch. She took a tentative lick to his balls. She took one in her mouth and sucked on it. She felt his cock coming out of it's sheath as she massaged his balls. She let the one she had go and took in the other one.
Bloodletter squirmed a bit. The stimulation was sending pulses of pleasure up to his brain. Blood was surging to his member, making it as hard as a rock. Cotton saw his cock standing at full attention when she released his ball with a POP! She licked it from the bottom to the tip. She swirled her tongue on the tip. She tasted the salty precum that was leaking from the tip. She licked it away. She took the tip in her mouth and massaged it with her tongue. She slid her mouth down his member taking 1/3 of it in her mouth before it tickled the back of her throat. She started to bob her head. Bloodletter moaned as he received stimulation from the mare between his legs. She swallowed and took more of his member in her mouth. She suppressed her gag reflex. Tears threatened to fall down her cheeks as her throat stretched to accommodate the pulsing cock in her mouth.
Bloodletter put his hooves on the back of Cotton's head and added pressure as he threw his head back. He felt pressure building. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed Cotton's head down so his muzzle was touching his stomach. Hot strings of his seed burst out of his member and coated the inside of Cotton's throat. He pulled out and a few strands covered her face.
It was his turn. He pushed Cotton back so he was on top. He positioned his rock-hard-again stallionhood over her slit. He looked at Cotton for permission. Cotton's eyes were begging for it. Bloodletter smiled and pressed the tip of his cock against her marehood. He thrusted forward slowly and the tip disappeared in her folds. Cotton shut her eyes and moaned before reopening them. Bloodletter couldn't believe how tight she was. Another inch of his member sank into her folds. Cotton's walls clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper. Bloodletter started thrust his hips back and forth. Cotton moaned loudly and started to pant. Bloodletter got into a slow rhythm. He started to gain speed. Cotton moaned even louder and started to rock back in forth with his thrusts. She reached down a hoof and started to polish her nub. She moaned again and squeezed her eyes shut. Bloodletter saw this and went even faster. He felt close.
Cotton felt an all too familiar pressure building in her loins. She opened her eyes and locked onto Bloodletter's. She was gazing straight into his crimson eyes when she came, hard. She screamed and tensed up. Bloodletter felt her walls clench tightly around his pulsing member and it sent him over the edge. Moaning, he let go more ropes of his hot seed into Cotton's womb. He kept thrusting, milking their orgasms for all their worth.
He pulled out and collapsed next to Cotton. Both of them were exhausted and covered in sweat. Cotton fell asleep after snuggling up close to him. Bloodletter smile and closed his eyes. All according to plan.