> School Night > by Blunder Bro > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > School Night > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's 11PM and you're determined to finish this paper. You need to pass this class in order to graduate Hayseed University for Gifted Ponies. Your future career depends on it. You have the lights off, and the only source of light in the room is the computer monitor. You swiftly tap away at the keys, trying to finish and go to sleep. Suddenly, your pants drop to your ankles, and your flaccid cock is slurped up into a hot wet mouth. You gasp at the sudden warmth, and blood starts to flow into your member. You take a moment to finish typing before looking down. Scootaloo's mouth is full of your hard dick, making quiet slurping sounds as she pleasures you under your desk. You can't do this right now. You can't afford one moment of distraction. You push her head back off of your penis, leaving a strand of saliva from her lip to your head. "Not right now, Scootaloo." You take a moment to run your hands through your mane and look at her lovingly to show you're not trying to ignore her, but just let her know that this is important. You met Scootaloo at school about a year ago at Hayseed. You both have an interest in engineering. It's surprising how talented she's gotten with that scooter of hers. She has photos of her from many years back still riding that thing. Her legs have grown quite a bit since then, along with her hooves getting larger and her body growing more developed. She grew her hair out a little more, and the purple strands reach down to the base of her forehooves. Her wings haven't come in yet, however. When she said she has lots of practice, it was no joke. Her having hooves makes it even more impressive. It's not the exact same scooter, but it was painted to look almost identical. You were there when she earned her cutie mark. She was a late bloomer, but her expression will never be the same again. Her entire childhood she worked for it, and when she least expected it, it happened. She showed her creation to the teacher, and he praised her effort. At that moment, something clicked. Something that day made her realize what she loves to do is what she is meant to do. Her flank now proudly shows to everypony that her talent is engineering, represented by a shiny silver wrench. Everypony gathered around to admire her realization of what she loves to do, including you. She ran up and dived into your living arms with tears running down her face. "I did it. I did it, Anon!" She squealed. "You said you knew I would do it, and I did! I'm so happy, Anon." You remember wiping her tears, and giving her the tightest of hugs for her accomplishment. You remember that moment vividly. It was beautiful. Scootaloo loves you, and you love her. You never fight, you have a lot in common, and she is so so cute. She gives you an upset look. She rests her hooves on your knees. Your hands find their way back to the keyboard and you continue typing. She sighs, and stares at your stiff member. Her eyes drift from looking at your face, hopeful, and your penis. She dives down again on your cock, gulping down as much as she can without choking. You wince at the burst of pleasure shooting through your body from Scootaloo's warm tongue rubbing against your head and her lips caressing the length of you. You reach down to push her away again, but she paws your hand back down to your side. Forceful enough to know she really wants this, but not forceful enough to hurt you. "Please, Scootaloo-" You trail off, soaking in the pleasure. She's fully deepthroating you now, swallowing your cock and spitting it out repetitively. Her wings unfurled to their short, but full length in her arousal. Her tongue trails your shaft, rubbing up and down as she bobs up and down. You feel the pressure of an incoming orgasm begin to roll through you. You reach down immediately and push her off of you. "Look, Scootaloo. I know you need this, and I know you're not going to let me off easy," you begin. "So let's get this over with. Don't make a mess, or you're cleaning up." She hops up onto your lap, and teases your cock with her pussy. She whispers 'Thank you' into your ear, and kisses your cheek. She slides down back onto her flanks, and swallows your shaft once again. Her throat extending slightly. You lean back in your chair, ready to accept the great pleasure your mate desires you to feel. She slowly slides her mouth down onto your cock, and her muzzle presses up against the base. Your balls are pushing against her jaw as she bottoms you out in her mouth. You can feel her short fur brushing up against your chest. Her teeth massage the sides of your length gently, adding to the enjoyment of the experience. You groan, and Scootaloo notices she found something you like. She moves her head off your shaft, and licks up the excess saliva running off your cock. She looks up at you and licks her lips before diving down on your cock and bottoming out. She sticks out her tongue and licks your balls with your entire shaft in her mouth. You feel an orgasm building up. You try to put words together but nothing comes out. You moan, and she assumes you're about to cum. She lifts up and bobs her head up and down as more and more pressure grows inside you. Scoots slides down one last time with her muzzle pushed up against your chest before she feels your cock twitch, and you explode into her throat. She pulls off of you a bit as she swallows strand after strand of your cum. You feel her tongue rubbing against you, milking you for all you have. She releases your cock from the warm grasps of her mouth, and you shoot a long sticky strand of the cum she earned onto her face. You lean back in your chair in post-orgasmic bliss, with your length slowly softening. Scootaloo looks up at you lustfully. "No," she said as her eyelids dropped down and exerted a seductive look. "I want more." She licks your softening member a few more times. After a minute of licking, it's hard again. You can't help but get terribly aroused by a pony you love as much as Scootaloo. She climbs up on top of you in your chair, facing you. You know what's coming, and you're prepared. She sits down on your lap, allowing you to enter her hot depths. Her muscular pussy clenches up against you as she moans loudly upon penetration. You pant as she starts sliding you inside of her. She pushes her ass up and down on your dick. You grip her flanks and give a squeeze. She begins to slide up and down faster. She pants faster and faster the more it goes on. After what appeared to be her peak, she pulls off and stops for a bit to regain her energy. Panting, she gets up and turns around. She looks back at you as she backs up into your cock. She sits down onto you, forcing your dick into her. She uses the arms of the chair for leverage and slams her pussy down onto you. She's getting loud. She must be close. You reach around and grab the nipples of her little crotch tits. You pinch and rub her boobs as she bounces on you. She slams down on your rod one last time, and screams, and moans as she cums. Her juices drip all over your crotch and leak down onto your balls. She came hard. You feel another orgasm seeping through you. She bobs her ass a few more times, and you feel your peak coming quick. "I'm gonna cum. Wh- where do you want it?" Her eyes shoot open, and she hops off of the chair. She turns around quickly and slurps up your cock again. She suckles it a few seconds before she opens her mouth as wide as she can. You can't hold on any longer. Your cock shoots strands of hot white sperm into her waiting tongue. A strand landed across her muzzle, and her hair. She caps the end of your member with her mouth, and she swallows the rest of your milky cum. She stands up off of you. She gives a big smile, and dives down onto the chair to give you a huge hug. She's gotten so much bigger after all the time you've been together, and her weight pressed onto you for love is a great feeling. "I love you, Scootaloo." "I love you too. You'd better get to writing that paper, though." Shit.