Freshman year. A year for changes. Follow the main character as he get the first tastes of manhood
It is Freshman year at Canterlot University, and the first day, you fall asleep in front of one of the most meanest teachers, and get community service. There, you meet a long lost friend from you past. After reconnecting, things get complicated, then pleasureful. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meant to be my first story. It still is, and it is clop (I am not ashamed and have no regrets) (Anon is not in here)
Ah, freshman year, I thought as I walk into Canterlot University , I felt as this was going to be the start of the best years of my life.
Canterlot University is a public college, but it is different, it is the only school with both humans and equis anthropomorphic, or anthros. Up until about a thousand years ago, humans and anthros were at war, on and off, for years. Ruled by chaos, the two species sought to destroy the other out of land, resources and racism. Then two divine sisters, the Sun and the Moon, Discussed by the wars, came down and made in mortal form. They used their powers to make the chaos in to mortal form. They then challenged the being to stop. They were then defeated. Using their powers, they made six elements that represented everything harmonious and defeated the Chaos God, trapping him in stone.
For a few years everything was peaceful and in harmony. Then in the land of crystals in the Northern Lands, a leader’s heart blackened, creating a tyrant. The tyrant enslaved the people. The sisters used the Elements again sealing him far below the ice. But not before he curse the lands, making it vanish for a thousand years.
Not long after, the Sun’s sister, the Moon, became disheartened after noticing that their subjects played in the Sun’s light, while sleeping in the Moon’s beautiful nights. The Moon became jealous of the Sun’s glory. Her jealous grew unnoticed, until it became so much that is transformed her in evil, the Moon cover the Sun sending darkness across the land. The Sun pleaded with her now evil sister, but eventua….. *snore* We laid there for some time in our afterglow. We just existed, just the two of us. No Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, no hospital, no world; just the two of us, joined as one. After a long while, I started to think that she fell asleep, until she moved and gave me a kiss. My manhood, who has done its job, above and beyond the call of duty, shrunk back after releasing its load; pulling itself out. She moved, sticking her flank in the air. Remember my thoughts earlier, I moved my hands to the base of her wings, and massaged them. She shuttered in painful pleasure. Realizing this, I abandoned that idea, and caressed her curves. “Thank you,” she cooed, giving me another kiss. It was bliss. Just the two of us. After a while of ‘cooling down,’ she got up, sitting on my now true manhood. I started to lean up… “Not uhn,” she said pushing me back down, “You stay right there, the girls and I need to clean up. When we come out, we have something for you.” Those last words bounced through my head, what more could those girls, no, women, have to give me? I saw Sweetie and Appleboom at the bathroom door as Scoots got off. I noticed something as she went over to them, she’s not leaking. There is nothing coming out, she took it all. The girls giggled a bit before going in. Scoots turned around and gave me a lusty eyeing, before closing the door. I heard the water turn on, as well as a small squeal or two as they were possibly getting into the shower. Thoughts ran through my mind of what they were doing in there. I heard the occasional giggle or squeal. I have to get in there. I started to get up; my bad leg, sore from underuse and the incident, moved to the side of the bed. I neglected the pain, moving forward, wanting to get in there; in there with the most beautiful girl(s). Just one step in front of the other, one step closer to them. I reached the wall. Using it for support as I get to the bathroom door. I get to the door, and open it. I barely make it in when they quieted down. Scoots looks out, seeing me. “Oh, honey,” smiling, sounding a little disappointed, “you were suppose to wait out there for us.” Applebloom and Sweetie looked out as well. “Well, I…I…ah,” I stuttered, embarrassed. She got out and stopped me before I could say (stutter) anymore. “Come girls, as long as he’s here, we might as well clean him,” she said. They brought me into the shower, and sat me on a shower chair, and got in as well. I don’t know how we did it, but we got three anthros and a human in that hospital room shower. (Mind you that anthros in general are a little bigger that the average human) They started washing me all over. It did feel nice: one: having a shower; and two, having three beautiful naked girls clean me. When they were done cleaning me, Scoots sat on my lap facing me. She was big, and on my leg, but I didn’t mind. With her on my lap, I came to about breast height on her. She looked down and we kissed. I felt my hands being picked up and led somewhere. When they reached their destination, I realized what Applebloom and Sweetie wanted me to do. I started to stroke their marehoods. I could feel their pleasure. Scoots broke the kiss, and stuck her breasts in my face. I happily took it and started sucking on it again. The warm milk flowed across my tongue and into my stomach. The two other mares, were kissing above us; I guess they haven’t had enough of each other. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Eventually, our time in the shower came to a close. Thankfully they dried me off too, and helped me back to the bed. The girls dressed in front of me; in retrospect, I did do It with them. “Hey Scoots,” I called as the girls were leaving; “can I talk to you for a minute?” “Sure honey, you girls go ahead, I’ll meet you at the car.” The two other mares left, and she came over to me, “What’s on your mind?” “Don’t get me wrong, and it is not that I didn’t like it, but why?” I pleaded and asked with a friendly smile. “First the closet, then the snow cave, and now?” “Well,” she started, “I was in heat and in need something, some..one, to ease what I was going through. And that was you. In that closet, when you were comforting me, my emotions took over, I wanted you. Even after we were found, I still wanted you. When we were in buried by the snow, I had a chance, but I knew you would be in pain if we did it, though I was not in heat at the time. So I did the next best thing. After you woke up, and I went back to school, the girls told me to do it. So we waited until the next time I was in heat; that is now.” I was a little surprised. Then I remember health class: “So, what we just did, and you in heat, are you going to get pregnant?” “I doubt it this time, but maybe, who knows,” giving me a lusty look, and my heart exploded (in the bad way) about that possibility of it happening. It is not that I don’t want to, but just not right now. Seeing the contention on my face, she spoke up, “Oh, honey, Please don’t feel bad. I do love you. I bet everything will be better when you are healed.” Smiling, she got up. “Scoots?” “Hmm?” “I Love you too. I am just a little surprised, that’s all. I will see you when you visit.” “I Love you too, bye.” And she left the room.
I whip my body up til is was sitting upright, hoping the teacher wouldn’t notice.
“Young Man!”
Busted. “Sorry Mr. Donkey,” I said trying to stiffen a yawn.
“It is Dun-kai,” Mr. Donke said, “Now go to the dean's office for community service. I will not tolerate this.”
“Yes sir,” I said leaving.
Man! Why does History have to be first period? It is not that I hate History it is just the first week every year we learn the same thing: how the Regal Sisters founded the United Provinces of Equestria. And Mr. Cranky Doodle Donkey doesn’t help with his monotone voice. I chuckle at his nickname.
I get my service, it was nothing, help the librarian for an hour, meaning: just sit in the library And the day went on like a breeze. At two thirty, the day was done, and I make my way to the library. Thankfully I was not alone. A purple-maned orange pegasi walked in and sat herself at the table across from mine. Then something hit me. I know this mare. For about five minutes, I explored my memory of where I know her. I remember now!
I get up and walk over to her. She has her head on the table to make it as if looked like she was sleeping. She clearly wasn’t, and from what I can tell, she was reading a book.
“Scootaloo, right?” Unaware of my approach, she startled and dropped the book.
“What?” she said, her annoyed piercing eyes boring into me.
“Your Scootaloo, right?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Do you remember me? My mom foalsat you. We used to best friends.” She sat there for a minute. The deep though on her face.
“Yeah, I remember now.” We sat there talking about our lives. I said I was in the Phoenix Scouts and played video games. She was into track, trying to be like her sister. She also had started a club with here two friends helping foals trying to get something called cutie marks. I had asked about them when Ms Cheerilee came in and told us it was 3:30 and our hour of service was up.
Disappointed that the time was up, we got up and left. Considering the size of the town, nether of us had a car, so we walked to the campus. I found out she lived at opposite sides of the town. But wanting to continue our conversation, I walked with her.
“So how did you get service the first day?” I asked once she was done with the cutie-mark-thing from before.
“I was late to class,” she said, “I slept in, and Rainbow, my sister, won’t drive me. You?”
“I feel asleep in Mr. Cranky Doodle Donkey’s history class.”
“Oh you have him. My sister had Mr. Cranky for history. It was her friend, Pinkie Pie that coined the name.”
"Really? I thought I had just invented that name. Dam,” I said disheartened.
Eventually we came to her house. And no I have to walk all the back to my house.
“Where do you live?” she asked as we got to her house.
“Ah, all, the, way, across, town,” I stumbled.
“Then way did you walk all the way with me then!”
She punched my arm, “AWww!” I exclaimed, my arm now hurting, “Well, I wanted to talk with you more, it is good to see you after all these years.”
She just rolled here eyes. “Alright here,” taking out a scooter and handing it to me, “this should reduce your walk time.”
“Thank you.” I open up the scooter and get on.
“Oh, one more thing, wait right there,” as she runs into her house. I turn my head, looking out on to the street, preparing myself for the ride a-head, as something lands on it. I turn and noticed that Scootaloo plopped a helmet on my head. Then she hugged me.
“You know, for safety.” she laughed as I stood confused.
“Ahh, I’ll return this to you tomorrow.”
“Naaaaa keep it, I have like ten.”
“Thank you Scoota..”
“Scoots, you can call me Scoots.”
“Thank you Scoots, I’ll see you tomorrow, bye.” And I left.
On the ride home, I kept thinking about her. The toned orange body, the perfectly rustled purple mane, those majestic magenta eyes….then I got a pain in my chest, like I just go hit there. I thought about it the rest of the way home.
We found each other in the campus' cafeteria. I sat with her and her friends, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. Applebloom was a yellow Earth Anthro with an apple red mane. She and her family ran the Sweet Apple Acres farm. Sweetie Belle’s fur was pure white, with a pink and purple curly mane. She was easily the prettiest out of them, but my eyes were on Scootaloo.
It was Nightmare Night, or the day of. I was dressed up as a Creeper from the game Minecraft. (The idea was to scare Button Mash, a brown Earth Anthro, who played a lot of video games and was dressed as the main character. Apparently Sweetie and he are a thing, but don’t tell them) Scootaloo was dressed up as Hawk, a famous skateboarder; Applebloom, a scarecrow; and Sweetie as Sapphire Shores.
During lunch, Scootaloo and Rainbow were arguing out side of the cafeteria. It was a very loud argument. At the end, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and I saw Scootaloo runaway crying. We went up to Rainbow and asked what she did to Scootaloo.
“Buzz off, straw-for-brains!” annoyed after Applebloom asked.
“My sis can beat ya any day.”
“Oh yeah. Well your ‘sis’ is my best friend. I’d doubt she’d believe you, let alone listen to you.”
“What did you do to Scootaloo,” I demanded. I was so angry I felt like I could blow up (pun unintended).
“Get lost. What are you anyway, a hedgerow? If so, somepony needs to take a pair of clippers to cut you down.” She laughed. Man I wanted to explode.
“TELL US RIGHT NOW WHAT YOU DID TO HER?”
“Or what, you’ll explode?” Yes. “To get you out of my mane, I told that little bitch to stop stealing my stuff and ruining it. That she should runaway because nopony love her and that that little cunt was a mistake.”
If I was a real creeper, I would have exploded like that one time Button and I blew up that mountain in Minecraft: HUGH. Then she just walked away laughing.
“Wait until Rarity hears about this!” Sweetie finally pitched in. But it was too late; Rainbow was already down the hall.
“We have ta find her,” Applebloom broke the silence.
We went different ways. I was still enraged about what Rainbow did. As I walked down the hall, I barely heard stiffed crying coming from the janitor’s closet. I went near trying not to make much of a sound. I heard more crying. Yeah, that’s Scootaloo. I then thought of a plan.
Ssssssssssssss…………ssssssssssssss…………sssssssss The door opens… ssssssssssssss…………“Boom”
“I’m sorry Scootaloo.” Taking off the box head, I noticed she didn’t even look up. She was still hiding in the corner sobbing.
“You ok?” I asked, a stupid question though given I knew she was not ok. I sat down beside her.
Ahhhh. What do I do? I don’t know a thing about comforting girls. I had seen some in movies, but they were just that, movies. I started to freak out in my head.
I put my arms around her curled up body. Her fur was soft and warm. I started to stroke her mane.
“You have pretty wings,” breaking the silence, “Did you know that? They are very pretty.”
We sat there for a few minutes; my arms wrapped around her and my hand stroking her mane. She sniffled and broke the silence.
“..ster..don..e..” was all I could make out. “No..ony loves me. ‘m jus..a istak..”
I pull her closer, my head against her’s. “That’s not true. I sure some..pony loves you.” It felt awkward saying ‘somepony’ compared to ‘somebody.’ It was their vernacular (darn English for big words). “And you’re no mistake. There is no mistake about you, you are perfect, just the way you are.” Ok, now I am just being sappy.
“Noo, i-’s ture. I am a mistake,” raising her head a bit, “My mom didn’t want another foal. She loves Rainbow more. And…and Rainbow always bullies mee..hEEE!” She started crying again, and I held her closer. “I, I can’t wait to get away from them; away from home.”
Before I could reply, she grabs my head and pulls me into her breasts as she starts sobbing again. At first I couldn’t breath, but then I started to smell all the aromas she had. I could smell her sweat, an odd but pleasant smell. Through the sweat, her fur smelled like orange blossom, possible her body wash. I imagined Scootaloo, in the shower, naked, washing herself. Naked Scootaloo, washing herself; playing with herself.
Her sobbing broke me out of my thoughts. Her breast jiggled a bit when she cried. Her big breasts. Her big, squishy, jiggly breasts. I bring my arms around here as best as possible, being my head in her breast. I could feel her wings on her back. I stated to stroke them with one hand. Then I got an idea. I pull out my phone, with my free hand, and start pushing buttons. Although I can not see my phone, I can still feel the keypad.
On. Press, press. Over, over, down. I hope this works, I thought when it hit the final button.
The song played on for four minutes, but it like forever. Its soothing melody calmed the room. Scootaloo was quite. The sounds or movements were our own breathing. Now what to do else, for one her arms were keeping my head in her big breasts, I played the song again.
After the second time, she still did not move. I hoped she did not fall asleep. A few more seconds passed, I was about to play it again when her grip on my head loosened. With my head final a free, I sit on my feet up right, looking her in her teary eyes.
“You really think so,” she finally said, “You really mean all that stuff you said?”
“Ah, yeah, I really do.” I was slightly confused of my emotions at the moment: feeling bad for her, but also the knot in my chest again.
She turned her, looking down. I look down to my phone to see what time it is. Damn, we have to get back to class soon. Has it really been that long?
I turned my head back to her, “Ah Scoo…” Scootaloo pounced on me, stopping me mid word as she kissed me. She moved so fast, I lost my balance and fell over; bring her on top of me. My lips started part by her tongue. I move my tongue to meet hers, interlocking them. She tasted of apples; sweet.
Her hips started to move side to side. For the first time, I notice that my dick was hard, and she was moving it back and forth; it felt good. I reach around her and started to massage her back and wings. I could feel her muscles tight, trying to hold them in. She moaned, feeling through her mouth as I rubbed them.
I moved my hands down her back. I reach her shorts. With one hand, I grab her butt, or in her case, flank, and put the other one under her shorts, feeling the soft fur.
Then it dawns on me, I just put my hand down a girls pants. I grab her flank hard, both inside and out, pulling her. She moaned even more. I moved my hands further down….
“FOUND THEM!!!” We both look up, startled, to see Sweetie Belle starring. “Ahhh….”
The three of us stare, startled, confused, embarrassed.
“Hay Sweetie, ya ok?” Applebloom came up and looked at Sweetie. Then she looked where Sweetie’s stare was… as soon as Applebloom looked…
*FOONG* Scoots' wings opened as if they were spring loaded, knocking down some janitor’s supplies.
I donot remember much after Sweetie and Applebloom found us. I just remember that we were late to class and got detention again. During detention, she was quiet, I tried to talk, but the silence took over.
After two weeks of not talking and somewhat avoiding me, she finally talked to me. And just in time for the ski/snowboard trip to the Camelback Mountains. (A/N not to be confused with the real Camelback Mountains)
We get to the starting point on the mountain. We are all eager to start skiing/snow boarding. Sweetie Belle, Applebloom, and I had skis; Scootaloo, the rebel had a snowboard. The mountain official was letting everyone go one-by-one. Scootaloo was in the front of the four of us, while I was in the back. The official let her go. Then we heard a loud, low rumbling noise.
“AVALANCHE!!!”
“Oh Celestia!” and other concerns were shouted. The official ordered us back from the let on point. I noticed that Scootaloo would not outrun the avalanche on her snowboard.
“Wait, Scootaloo is out there, she won’t be able to outrun it.”
“Sorry kid, I can’t do anything about that,” he said honest, but cold-heartedly.
“Not if I can help it.”
“Wait, where are you… Get back here…” I lift on of my skies up and push of him.
I pump my arms as fast as I could. Faster and faster; streamlining my body when it was necessary. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the snow was catching me fast, but I had a trick up my sleeve, or should I say on my skis. I hit a button on my pole and the two thickened back ends of my skies blew fire. I used the rockets right before a jump to give me some extra air when I hit it.
I flew through the air taking a position that an Equestrian Games ski jumper would be envious of. As I soared, the rockets burnt out, but I don’t need them now. Spotting Scootaloo, I headed down.
Man this is going to hurt, I thought as I was about to land, bracing myself. The landing hurt, a lot! But I kept going; Scootaloo was right there. I grab her, and put on the brakes. Spotting a jump, I steer us over there. We stop right under the jump just as the avalanche roared over our heads. I felt extreme, excoriating pain; then, everything went black.
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When I awoke, Scootaloo’s face was right in my. Her eyes were closed and it appeared she had cried a little. I noticed that she was holding me tightly, as I her.
“Uh, hey Scoots, what happened?” I asked, “Where are we?”
She opened her beautiful and stared at me, looking in to my confused eyes. She then closed her eyes, held me closer, and started crying again.
“I..I thought I’d lost you. That you were dead.”
“What, happened?”
“You, you save me, us, from the avalanche.”
“Oh, right,” I remembered, “How long have we been down here?”
“I don’t know, maybe four or five hours maybe,” she look back at me, easing her grip a little, “We started a little after noon, and my stomach is a little hungry now.”
“Hey, Scoots,” she looked at me, “I need you to let go of me so I can secure what little room we have so it doesn’t collapse on us.”
“Oh, ok,” sadden and a little disappointed. She let go of me, and I tried to move,
“AHHHHhhhhh!!” Pain bursted through my leg then body. The scream, terrified Scootaloo. I tried to move again,
“AHHHhhhh!!!” Pain shot through my body again. If Scootaloo was terrified, no she was horrified.
“Scootaloo…” I said with an exhausted breath from the pain. Scootaloo’s eyes were closed shut, winching from my screams of pain.
“Scootaloo…. I think my leg is broken. I can hardly move myself. I need you to do it.”
“But I don’t know what to do.”
“I will tell you how to do it. Don’t worry everything will be okay…Don’t forget, you are holding a member of the Phoenix Scouts. You are safe with me.”
“Okay,” a sad reply.
I was laying atop of her, so her trying to get out from under me was painful; I did the best I could to hold the pain in.
The small room we were in was about as long as us; with enough height for us to crouch low in; and about four sideways body-lengths wide.
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“Yup, like that. Keep smoothing it like that; it will help reflect the heat and strengthen the walls.”
“How do you know all this?”
“Ah, you forget my little orange friend. I am a Phoenix Scout. Even though Phoenixes are fire, doesn't me we cannot camp in the snow.” She giggled at my over-confident remark.
Now that you are don’t with that, I need you to lay this out on the ground,” I said taking out a small silver thing, “It is a space blanket. It is used to reflect heat as well.”
She just stared at me, “A Phoenix Scout is always prepared,” she giggled again.
My demeanor changed, “It also means you need to roll me over.”
After laying out the blanket, the next thing that needed to be addressed was my leg.
“Now I need you to take of my pants and tell me how bad my leg is.”
“I don’t know it if you do that,” she said concerned.
“All you need to do is take off my pants. No, wait, first I need you to do is find the fracture.” She just stared at me horrified. “Just carefully pat my leg and I will let you where it is.”
She started to shake at the idea. “Come here,” reaching my arms out to hug.
“It will be ok. But in order to get out, I need you to be strong and look at my leg. If my leg doesn't heal right, I won’t be able to walk or ride a scooter right. Please be, strong, for the both of us.” I reached up and gave her a kiss.
“Ok, I will do it for you,” she said.
“Here,” pulling out a knife, “My best friend on camping trips.”
I put the foam handle of the pole in my mouth to bite on for the pain. She started to pat my leg, and it exploded in pain. As she kept going the pain came with every hit.
“Okay,” exhausted for the pain, “I think my leg is completely shattered.”
“Here, let me show you how to make a splint,” taking the two parts of my broken pole.
After, taking off my snow pants, she gasped. What she saw were huge blood stains all over the leg of my sweatpants, confirming my beliefs. She then splinted my leg with the broken pole, tying it with our scarves.
It was beginning to get dark out, the light slowly dissipated from the snow. It looks as if we were going to have to spend the night. We laid there in each other's warmth. “Do you have any more water?” she asked breaking the silence. She had finished her water a while ago and was using mine, the extra I had managed to put in my medium sized snow jacket.
“No, I finished the last a while ago.” She looked at me sternly, and a little disappointed.
“How could you?” hitting my on the shoulder.
“Ah, injured person here, I needed it to help heal my leg,” I shot.
Although it was dark, I could see her face; it was one of disappointment. Then it turned into a devilish grin.
“I know where I can get something to drink.” Her pearl white teeth were bright in the darkness.
“Whe..” Before I could finish, she leaned in giving me a kiss, something like the one back in the closet two weeks ago, but different. Our tongues danced a little. Me tasting her, she tasting me. She rolled over me, straddling, but still kissing. I felt her hand reach down my pants and grabbed my manhood, already starting to harden. She began to play with it. I moaned as the pleasure came.
She then broke the kiss, sliding down me, and opened up the crotch of my pants. She brought her mouth down and swallowed my dick. It was a new feeling as pleasure exploded in my mind. Her warm, wet mouth sliding up and down my manhood, while her tongue played around it.
I started to moan in pleasure. I tried to hold it, using my man will-power, but I lost, letting out the noises. The next I knew she stuck her flank in my face. I could smell the mustiness of her marehood. The arousing smell filled my nose, and not wanting to keep a lady waiting, I grabbed her flank and stuck my face in.
She was already wet when I started licking and sucking her lips. I could feel her moan though my dick as I did so. We laid there, pleasing each other’s sex. She lips was a sweet taste, but I wanted to see what she tasted like on the inside, and I stuck my tongue as far as it would go, licking her insides. She moaned so loud and long that she stopped sucking my dick, which was all the way in her mouth.
After the brief moment of the pleasurable surprise, she started blowing again, but faster; and I lick faster. Suddenly she stopped. Her insides clenched down on my tongue. Then it was as if Neighagra Falls came out of her pussy. I opened my mouth, and in time, she filled it up with her juices. I swallowed as much as I could, as some of her juices escaped my mouth.
She began again, as I licked up her soaking wet pussy. Then my manhood became so hard, that if you were stuck in between a rock and a hard place, my dick was the hard place. My muscles clenched hard as she kept going, even faster.
“I CANT HOLD IT!” I yelled into her pussy, and she shoved my dick deep into her mouth. Then I released the hounds; my dick filling her mouth with my special sauce. Pleasure ran through my mind, forgetting about the extreme pain in my broken leg. She drank every last bit of it, not letting any escape. I could feel her gulp it down, as I lay there panting in full nirvana.
Once she was done, she closed up my pants, put hers back on, and laid down next to me. I pulled her in for a kiss. We held the kiss for what seemed to be forever, until everything went black.
“I Found Them! Two of Them!” yelled a unicorn anthro. Several other rescue members ran over to him. “Get a medivac chopper, one has a shattered leg and is critical.”
It was pitch black out. Several rescue vehicles came and lit of the area as the workers started digging. The two were deep under the snow. It was a little after ten at night when the got to them. The female anthro was awakened by them, but the boy was asleep.
“Quick, get to the choppa,” one yelled.
The girl held on to the boy as the workers came into their shelter.
“Careful, he has a shattered leg,” she exclaimed as they tried to secure him. “I did the best could, he told me how to splint it.”
“That was a good thing. Now miss, please let him go, we need to secure him and get him to the helicopter to take him to the hospital.”
“NO!” she started crying, “I’m not letting him go.”
Seeing the girl in this state, he yielded, “Well then, Can you please help us get him out.”
The girl obliged. Carefully the brought him out and walked over and into the helicopter to the hospital, all the while the girl holding his hand.
The man who had helped get him out, after watching the helicopter fly away, walked backed to the cave. He looked around at the stuff in the hole, and smiled.
Thoughts raced through my mind. Missing Scootaloo as the avalanche got her as I was still in the air, then falling into it myself. Not making it to the jump as the avalanche got us. Myself dying in her arms in the hole. The thoughts raced in and out of every scenario, yelling out in pain of losing her.
“SCOOOOTSSSS!!!” I wake up panting, my heart racing.
Beep, beep, beep beep beep beep.
A fast ‘beeping’ noise broke me out my delusions. I look around: the curtains, the machinery, the bed, doors, flowers; I’m in a hospital! I’m alive!. I try to pick up my hands, but found one of them immovable. I look down and see my dear sweet Scootaloo asleep, unawakened by my scream.
I look down to her. She is beautiful when she is sleeping. She is like an angel; she has the wings; the only thing missing was the golden halo. She is not just any angel, she is my little angel.
“Scooootaaaaloooo,” I said softly as a shook her hand, “Scooootaaaaloooo. ScoooOOOootsss. Waaaaake UuuUUp.” Finally she stirred. She looked up. I looked right into her eyes as she woke up and processed what happened. She then jumped me, wrapping her arms around me, crying.
How many times have I made this girl cry, I quickly thought, but dismissed it.
“I missed you. I thought you were gone,” she said. “This isn’t a dream is it?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied, “I am still in some pain.”
“Awww!” She smacked me! “What was that for?”
“I asked if I was dreaming,” she shot.
“Well, maybe we are both having the same dream, I think Luna can do that,” I shot back.
“Awwww!” She smacked me again! “What was that for?”
“That is for risking your life to save me.”
“I’d thought you’d appreciate me saving you,” I joked.
“Awwww!” She smacked me again for the third time!
“I do, and that was for almost dying on me.”
“Okay, okay, okay, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Of course I am not okay; my coltfriend risked his life, and almost died to save me.” Coltfriend? COLTFRIEND!?!
“So you’re okay then, right?”
“You’re alive now, so yes I’m ok.” Just then the door opened, and a pink nurse with lemon hair walked in.
“Good afternoon,” her voice was calming, “It is good to see you awake. My name is CalmHeart.” Figures. “How are you feeling?”
“Like a fell 300ft, and my leg exploded on landing. But other than that good,” I said with a smile.
“Well that’s good. And you miss?”
“Better, now that he’s awake,” she said squeezing my hand.
“Um, how long have I been asleep?” I inquired.
“About six days.”
“Where are my parents?”
“They went back to work yesterday, but this young lady has been by your side nonstop.”
“Almost,” Scoots butted in, “They wouldn’t let me in the operating room. And I had to get treated for mild frostbite and dehydration.”
I look to her smiling. My eyes full of gratitude as we look at each other.
“There is a visitor here to see you.” The nurse let in a man. He stood tall, wearing a red and yellow uniform, and carried a peaked hat with a Phoenix on it. He wore gold and blue shoulder loops. I immediately recognized him as being from the National Headquarters, and, as best I could sitting up, snapped to attention saluting and firmly said “Sir.”
“At ease.” And I loosened up, dropping the salute. He started, “You wouldn’t happened to be the young man who raced an avalanche down a mountain, flew though the air, landing and disregarded a shattered leg, saved this girl, and then proceeded to survive ten hours [nine and a half] trapped under ten feet of snow, while teaching this young lady to fix a snow cave and take care of and splint a shattered leg, while being prepared-bringing unneeded but crucial supplies, and keeping this girl calm and warm until help arrived? Would you?”
Surprised at the accusation, I finally spoke, “Ahh, yes.” Making it sound almost like a question.
“Well I, the Head of National Advancement of the Phoenix Scouts, and the one to pull your sorry ass out of that hole, in agreement with the other Heads of the Phoenix Scouts, hereby award you the full title of Golden Phoenix, as well as award you the Honor Medal with Crossed Palms.”
He was very official, and I was left is a state of AWE. I barely made out, “Yes Sir, Thank you sir.” He the pinned both medals on my hospital dress, stepped back and saluted me. Dropping the salute, “Have a good day, sir. All Phoenix Scouts should look up to a brave man like you.” And the left.
I was in shock. Nurse CalmHeart, Scoots, and I were silent for several moments after he had left, still in awe of what had just occurred.
It was Nurse CalmHeart who broke the silence. “Excuse me miss. I would like to change the sheets. Could you please wait outside until I am done?” Scoots nodded and left. It was odd having Nurse CalmHeart change the sheets: me, wearing minimal cloths, her and her big breasts, which I could look at when she bent over doing the bed. Of course it had hurt my leg as she was changing the sheets.
Eventually Scoots had to go back to school. I was left alone to my own thoughts. I’d normally think of her, day dreamed of what could do together, until I was interrupted by the nurses doing their rounds. In the afternoon, Scoots would always come by and visit. She would bring my homework, get well cards, etc. We would talk, hug, or get into a makeout session.
After three weeks of lying in bed, the doctor said my leg was healed enough to walk on; and to start healing the muscle, after doing nothing for three weeks. The toughest part of the first time was lifting them up to get them over the edge of the bed. Then it was standing and shifting my weight, usually holding onto the bed. After doing that threes times a day for about a week, I could walk start walking, slowly and added.
Two days after my first walk *coughsnufflecough*, Scoots brought Sweetie and Applebloom with her. At first I thought it was just a normal visit until Applebloom started closing the blinds and locking the door, and I could tell Sweetie was trying to use magic for a spell.
“Hey Scoots, what’s going on?” I stared at her puzzled.
“Oh nothing,” showing a devilish grin.
“Ok, its done,” Sweetie said. Then the girls started striping. I was scared, but yet excited.
Applebloom and Sweetie started kissing and feeling each other. Scoots got onto the bed and straddled me. Bringing her face to mine, I could see the lust in her face. “Scootaloo, what’s going on?” still having some fear.
“I want to go all the way this time," she said seductively, and leaned in for a kiss, which I happily gave her. Our tongues intertwined and danced.
Then a hand grabbed my manhood and started to caress it. But the hand wasn’t Scoots, I could feel the weight of her hands on the bed by my head. Then I realized it was Sweetie and Applebloom. Once I was fully up, something wet, a tongue went up and down the shaft.
Something, no somepony, must have felt Scoots; I could feel her moaning through the kiss. The other two girls switched tasting my meat every so often. It was harder than diamonds now. I could feel a bit precum come up, but it was quickly licked away.
My body tried to get into it, trying to harden and move with the pleasureful tongues. Feeling this Scoots finally broke the kiss and sat on my stomach.
“Not, uhhnn,” she said walking her fingers up the middle of my chest, “I got you right where I want you.” Booping my nose.
When she was satisfied, Sweetie stopped licking my meat. Applebloom took Sweetie, tasting each other. Scoots leaned over to me again for a kiss.
“Hey Scoots,” breaking the kiss for a second.
“Yes?”
“Are we safe?”
“Doing this safe? No, I want you to cum inside me,” she said seductively with her devilish smile.
“No, I mean, from anypony hearing or walking in?” By this time, the two girls were back to kissing each other, but while fondling my manhood.
“Yeah, Sweetie cast a sound-proof spell, and nopony is going to bother us.”
She started grinding her hips on my shaft. Now, more reassured, I took in the pleasure it gave me more. She laid on me while the other two girls rubbed my dick up and down Scoots’ wet pussy. Scoots’ big breasts were right in front of me. I took and sucked it; Scoots gasped at the new pleasure I was giving here. To my pleasant surprise, her warm milk filled my mouth. The warm milk tasted sweet, like none of the cold milks from the store.
“That’s right, drink up. You need momma’s milk to make that leg heal and become strong again.”
Holy Celestia, She’s making me sound like I’m her baby!!!
I stopped suckling, having my fill.
“Now, are you ready for the main course?”
She lifted herself over my manhood, the two girls holding it steady.
“Wait, what about my leg?” I pleaded.
“Applebloom?” Sweetie squeaked.
Applebloom walked over to bag they had brought in and pulled out a medicine needle.
“This should fix it,” she said in her peppy southern accent as she drove the needle into my bad leg.
At first I did not feel anything. Then, it was as if all the pain in the world went away. I started to smell something, something like the scent of sweet arousal from three mares. My senses were heightened; sight, smell, touch, taste and hearing were all stronger, better than before.
Then I noticed something: Scoots’ wings are still closed. Heck, I didn’t even touch them this time. That’s odd how they are closed, unlike the time in the closet. Scootaloo, was already descending on my hard dick. She reached my tip, already sending the feeling. Then she slowly slid herself down the rest of my shaft, exploding all pleasure throughout my brain. I could see her fighting in something on her face: extreme pleasure? Pain? Pleasurous pain? But the warm and feeling of being in Scootaloo, clenching down, massaging my now truly manhood, took over that thought rather quickly. She hit bottom, and stayed there for a second, then…
*GASP* *FONNGGG* She gasps as her wings erect open, hitting Sweetie and Applebloom in the face. Well that answers that question. A thought passes though the back of my mind. The will power she was holding in, she was now relieve of. Only pure, untainted pleasure showed on her face.
She just sat there, we now as one, taking in the pleasure and realization. Sweetie came over and straddled my head, giving me her wet marehood. It was light pink, among the white of her coat, and smelled like marshmallows. She leaned over and started kissing Scoots.
Breaking Scoots out of her stalled pleasure, Scoots started moving up and down my dick. Pleasure coursed throughout my body. I jammed my nose into the light pink pussy that was presented to me and pleasure it with my tongue. With my heighten senses, I could feel everything the to mares above me could feel. Not to be left out, Applebloom started to pleasure herself. Hearing the moans of pleasure and gasps of air from the three mares, feeling everything from the tow on top of me, and the pleasure I shared with one, made my heart explode. (It was a good thing I was off those heart monitors or they would have been toasted.) There was only one word to describe everything: nirvana, complete and utter nirvana.
I kept going. Tasting one while the other pleasured us. Several times I could feel hitting bottom inside Scoots, and the three of us could feel it. Sweeties breathing became faster, she moaned, more like grunted, in the kiss. She broke the kiss, and mumbled something quickly. And she kept getting louder. “im coming. Im coming. Im Coming, IM Coming. IM COMING!!!!!!!!”
I knew what was to come and I was prepared when her flood gates opened. Everything of her essence, in a liquid form, spewed into my mouth, and I drank it all up, not letting any escape. She let it run for a long time, until she ran dry, and I drank every last drop of it. She breathed heavily as I possibly just gave her, her first orgasm. She then went back to kissing Scoots, who was sucking her breasts as she was going through her orgasm.
“Hey Sweetie, you had your turn let me have mine,” Applebloom said, not to be left out. Sweetie, satisfied, promptly got up, and Applebloom got on. Applebloom, smelled like, well obviously, apple. And we went back to do the same thing.
At this point I thought: Wow, I have been holding on Scoots for a while now.
Applebloom, already aroused and pleasured, came quicker than Sweetie. After having all of her liquid essence (apples), and she finished her orgasm, Sweetie called over:
“Hey Applebloom, can I get some help here. I think he forgot to drink some.” As if. I drank you dry, marshmallow.
“Sure, can you help me too?” Applebloom got down as the two mare started to drink each other. Now it was just Scoots and I.
She leaned over, and gave me a kiss. She bent her back, giving me her breasts again, and I drank from the other this time.
Wow, I am still hard, and we both have been doing this for a long time.
She kept getting faster and faster, and I got harder. She then slammed hard into me. I can feel my tip poking through her cervix and she cried out:
“Yes! Fill Me UP!!” We both hit are maximums; I could not hold it any longer: we both gave out at the same time. She spewed all over my crotch and bed, and I filled her up.
She clasped onto me as we lay there; deeply breathing, being in each other’s existence, and still in her.
We laid there for some time in our afterglow. We just existed, just the two of us. No Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, no hospital, no world; just the two of us, joined as one.
After a long while, I started to think that she fell asleep, until she moved and gave me a kiss. My manhood, who has done its job, above and beyond the call of duty, shrunk back after releasing its load; pulling itself out.
She moved, sticking her flank in the air. Remember my thoughts earlier, I moved my hands to the base of her wings, and massaged them. She shuttered in painful pleasure. Realizing this, I abandoned that idea, and caressed her curves.
“Thank you,” she cooed, giving me another kiss.
It was bliss. Just the two of us.
After a while of ‘cooling down,’ she got up, sitting on my now true manhood. I started to lean up…
“Not uhn,” she said pushing me back down, “You stay right there, the girls and I need to clean up. When we come out, we have something for you.”
Those last words bounced through my head, what more could those girls, no, women, have to give me?
I saw Sweetie and Appleboom at the bathroom door as Scoots got off. I noticed something as she went over to them, she’s not leaking. There is nothing coming out, she took it all.
The girls giggled a bit before going in. Scoots turned around and gave me a lusty eyeing, before closing the door.
I heard the water turn on, as well as a small squeal or two as they were possibly getting into the shower. Thoughts ran through my mind of what they were doing in there. I heard the occasional giggle or squeal. I have to get in there.
I started to get up; my bad leg, sore from underuse and the incident, moved to the side of the bed. I neglected the pain, moving forward, wanting to get in there; in there with the most beautiful girl(s). Just one step in front of the other, one step closer to them.
I reached the wall. Using it for support as I get to the bathroom door. I get to the door, and open it. I barely make it in when they quieted down. Scoots looks out, seeing me. “Oh, honey,” smiling, sounding a little disappointed, “you were suppose to wait out there for us.” Applebloom and Sweetie looked out as well.
“Well, I…I…ah,” I stuttered, embarrassed. She got out and stopped me before I could say (stutter) anymore.
“Come girls, as long as he’s here, we might as well clean him,” she said.
They brought me into the shower, and sat me on a shower chair, and got in as well. I don’t know how we did it, but we got three anthros and a human in that hospital room shower. (Mind you that anthros in general are a little bigger that the average human) They started washing me all over. It did feel nice: one: having a shower; and two, having three beautiful naked girls clean me.
When they were done cleaning me, Scoots sat on my lap facing me. She was big, and on my leg, but I didn’t mind. With her on my lap, I came to about breast height on her. She looked down and we kissed. I felt my hands being picked up and led somewhere.
When they reached their destination, I realized what Applebloom and Sweetie wanted me to do. I started to stroke their marehoods. I could feel their pleasure. Scoots broke the kiss, and stuck her breasts in my face. I happily took it and started sucking on it again. The warm milk flowed across my tongue and into my stomach. The two other mares, were kissing above us; I guess they haven’t had enough of each other.
Eventually, our time in the shower came to a close. Thankfully they dried me off too, and helped me back to the bed. The girls dressed in front of me; in retrospect, I did do It with them.
“Hey Scoots,” I called as the girls were leaving; “can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure honey, you girls go ahead, I’ll meet you at the car.” The two other mares left, and she came over to me, “What’s on your mind?”
“Don’t get me wrong, and it is not that I didn’t like it, but why?” I pleaded and asked with a friendly smile. “First the closet, then the snow cave, and now?”
“Well,” she started, “I was in heat and in need something, some..one, to ease what I was going through. And that was you. In that closet, when you were comforting me, my emotions took over, I wanted you. Even after we were found, I still wanted you. When we were in buried by the snow, I had a chance, but I knew you would be in pain if we did it, though I was not in heat at the time. So I did the next best thing. After you woke up, and I went back to school, the girls told me to do it. So we waited until the next time I was in heat; that is now.”
I was a little surprised. Then I remember health class: “So, what we just did, and you in heat, are you going to get pregnant?”
“I doubt it this time, but maybe, who knows,” giving me a lusty look, and my heart exploded (in the bad way) about that possibility of it happening. It is not that I don’t want to, but just not right now.
Seeing the contention on my face, she spoke up, “Oh, honey, Please don’t feel bad. I do love you. I bet everything will be better when you are healed.” Smiling, she got up.
“Scoots?”
“Hmm?”
“I Love you too. I am just a little surprised, that’s all. I will see you when you visit.”
