Scootaloo and a human screw. Mainly due to a badly-made brew.
Scootaloo is at Nick's place for the weekend. But she has a little secret that she hasn't told Nick. For the past few weeks, the poor little filly has been been having trouble with a certain 'need' brought on by a failed potion of Applebloom's.
She's quite certain on how to solve her problem, and Nick is going to be the one to (reluctantly) help.
This story obviously contains foalcon!. Come into my comment section bitching about foalcon and be met with a swift block.
Nick doubled over, yelling in pain as Scootaloo ran the wheels of her scooter directly over the end of his shoe, crushing his toe. He rolled onto his side, clutching at his foot, teeth bared and eyes clenched closed.
Upon opening his eyes again, he found a concerned-looking filly, upside-down, staring down at him with wide eyes.
“S-sorry!” Scootaloo squeaked, ears pinning back. “D-did I hurt you?”
“No,” Nick said, sounding strained. “I always roll around on the ground.”
Scootaloo took a step backwards, rubbing her one of her legs with the opposite forehoof, nervous. “Oh… w-well sorry I bothered you and everything.”
Nick rolled over onto his knees, brushing dust off his shirt before gingerly rising to his feet, favoring his uncrushed foot. “No, wait, what did you want?”
Scootaloo looked up at him for a long moment, ears splaying back against her skull. “Oh… uh… it was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
Without another word, the filly started to climb into her scooter again, readjusting her helmet.
Scootaloo pushed off with a hindhoof, giving an ‘oof!’ of surprise at the effort it took, finding herself unable to move the scooter forwards. She looked back over her shoulder, finding Nick watching her, arms crossed, a foot resting on the rear brakes of her scooter.
“Now, what did you want to see me for?” Nick asked bluntly, raising an eyebrow.
The filly winced slightly, lowering her head. “I… I just was… my family is going away for the weekend,” she began, little wings giving an anxious buzz.
Nick knew about her ‘family’, of course. Her adopted family, a pair of ponies that lived right in Ponyville. There were several other ponies they had adopted beside Scootaloo, which was probably why the filly was always around town rather than at home.
“They’re going to Canterlot for some lame convention where they ogle all the stupid human stuff that’s come through the portal. But they said that if I could find somewhere to stay for the weekend, I don’t have to go!”
“So… you want to stay at my place?” Nick asked, lifting his foot, releasing the brake on the scooter.
Scootaloo nodded earnestly. “Yes! You’re fun, not like my parents… I don’t want to sit and stare at human stuff all day. I could be hanging out with a real human!”
“So… just the weekend?” Nick asked thoughtfully, thinking ahead to his schedule. There wasn’t anything big on the horizon at all.
“Just the weekend,” Scootaloo said, touching a hoof to her chest, giving her most sincere expression. “And I’m at your place all the time anyway!”
Nick nodded reluctantly. “That you are… well… I guess you could stay for the weekend, so long as you promise me you’re not going to drag those other two to my place as well. My wall still hasn’t recovered.”
Scootaloo winced at that, giving a gentle nod. “Okay! I’ll see you there!”
And without another word, Scootaloo was off, little wings flapping rapidly as she propelled herself down the street.
Nick watched her go, shaking his head, giving an apprehensive sigh.
Nick pushed the burning end of a stick in underneath a carefully steepled pile of tinder in his fireplace. Nick’s house was at the far end of Ponyville, and was one of the very first human abodes ever built. For the most part, the doors were taller and the hallways were a little thinner, but otherwise, it looked exactly the same as all of the other houses in the town.
A knock at the door made him look up, and he laid the stick down to let it start catching the other’s alight. He rose to his feet, and moved to the door, opening it and looking down and down and down to Scootaloo. The little filly was almost entirely consumed with a large blanket over her shoulders and a shiny red helmet on her head. A tuft of purple mane was just barely visible from underneath the edge of the helmet.
“You came ready, I see,” Nick said, taking a step back, opening the door further for the little filly.
Scootaloo nodded and murmured something completely incoherent from under all the layers of her blankets, pushing into the room and then dumping her blankets on the couch.
“I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch,” Nick said with a shake of his head. “You are a guest, you should sleep in the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Scootaloo pulled her helmet off, shaking her head to straighten out her mane. “Nope!” she said immediately, shaking her head. “I’ll sleep on the couch. The fireplace is right there, anyway!”
Nick wrinkled his nose, before giving a soft sigh. “Fine, fine. But if I find you’ve spread soot across the lounge room again, I’m making you clean it up.”
Scootaloo nodded, placing a hoof against her chest, smiling innocently. “I won’t play in the soot, I promise!”
“Well… you had best not,” Nick said uncertainly, watching her intently for several long moments, before making a motion towards the kitchen. “I was just going to have hot dogs for dinner. That good enough for you?”
“Hot dogs?” Scootaloo asked, slowly leaning backwards, nose wrinkling. “Aren’t they made of cows?”
“Vegetarian hotdogs!” Nick said with a sour expression. No meat was allowed through the portal just yet. There were still thousands of tests they needed to conduct to see if cross-contamination of the two different dimensions would be a problem. A though that would have Nick’s mind explode not three years previously.
“Oh… well… hotdogs are cool, then,” Scootaloo said, before she burst out giggling.
Nick raised an eyebrow slowly.
Scootaloo wiped her eye, little wings giving an earnest buzz. “I was just thinking about smothering Winona in hot sauce. She’d be a hot dog!”
Nick resisted groaning, giving a strained smile. “Yeah… she would be.”
Scootaloo snorted once, poking her tongue at him. “You’re such a boring adult.”
“I know,” Nick said with a shrug of his shoulders. “But your jokes are terrible.”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes, stalking over to the couch and then pushing up under the blankets. “I’m hungry,” she stated, poking her nose out from underneath the blankets.
Nick nodded slightly, motioning towards the kitchen. “You’re going to make me bring it to you, aren’t you?”
Scootaloo nodded once, smiling sweetly. “Yes.”
Nick sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. Mustard or hot sauce?”
“Hot sauce!” Scootaloo chimed.
“Okedoke,” Nick said with a slightly resigned sigh, walking into the kitchen to put the hotdogs on the stove.
Nick plopped down on the couch next to Scootaloo, who was wrapped up in a blanket and reading a book. It was a nivel he had brought with him from Earth, and one that Scootaloo had begged him multiple times to find the sequels to. It had to be her third run through that particular book.
Nick waved a plate of hotdogs under the filly’s nose. “Dinner’s ready.”
Scootaloo blinked, looking up and staring sildly about for a few moments as she tried to remember where she was. “Wha? Oh right, thanks!” she chirped, taking the plate from him and immediately sticking the end of one of the hotdogs in her mouth.
It took a good three seconds for Scootaloo to realise that it was still hot, and she spat it out onto her hoof, bouncing it from one to the other with a quiver of her wings. “You could have warned me they were hot!”
“Anyone would think I just finished cooking them,” Nick said carefully, smiling at the filly sideways as he nibbled at the end of one of his own hotdogs.
Scootaloo snorted faintly at that, reaching for the hot sauce.
“That’s really expensive,” Nick warned.
“It’s just hot sauce,” Scootaloo said, blinking once.
“It came through the portal with me,” Nick said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Cost a pretty penny for all the tests and stuff they wanted to do to it. Celestia even had a taste before she would allow it to come through.”
“How did that go?” Scootaloo asked curiously, peering intently at the bottle.
“She tried to get me done in for importing weaponized food until I ate a celery stick covered in it,” Nick said with a wry grin. “It was pretty funny watching someone so… composed try to deal with the insanity of hot sauce.”
“It’s not… that hot, is it?” Scootaloo asked carefully.
Nick raised an eyebrow. “Well, I brought a cup of milk for when you inevitably can’t handle the heat and need it.”
Scootaloo’s eyes narrowed at that, and a low growl bubbled from her throat. Without hesitation, she upended the bottle over her plate, squirting a generous amount of thick orange liquid over the length of a hotdog, before immediately taking a bite of it.
Nick watched her for a long moment, before wordlessly lifting the small bottle of milk and holding it out for her.
The little filly swallowed thickly, opening her mouth slightly and panting, her cheeks flushing with warmth. “N-no, I’m fine,” she rasped, pushing away the offer of milk.
Eyebrow raising slowly, Nick just continued to hold the bottle out, taking a bite of his own hotdog as Scootaloo’s eyes began to water.
Taking a deep inhale, Scootaloo started to squirm, whimping faintly in the back of her throat.
Nick jiggled the bottle of milk.
Scootaloo paused for several seconds, before snatching the bottle from him and tearing the lid off, stuffing the mouth of the bottle against her lips and immediately drinking almost half of it in several urgent gulps.
Nick watched her, chuckling softly. “I warned you.”
Scootaloo came up for air, gasping and panting, splaying herself across the couch with a faint whimper. “It buuuurns…”
“I warned you,” Nick repeated with a slight shrug and a smirk, swapping plates with her, and biting into the hotdog, not even bothered by the hot sauce all over it.
Scootaloo watched him, wiping the tears out of her eyes, panting hard. “H-how can you eat that?”
“Because I’ve had it before,” Nick said honestly. “It’s not like there’s a trick to it. I’ve just normalised myself to spicy things.”
“It tastes like fire!” Scootaloo complained, taking another gulp of milk.
“Oh quit being a filly,” Nick said with faint smirk. “I warned you enough times that it would be bad.”
Scootaloo huffed, picking up one of her new hotdogs and stuffing it in her mouth. “Mustard!” she chimed, holding out her hoof.
Nick jerked awake, staring up at his ceiling for several long moments. The light of the moon lay striped across the room, casting a dim glow that was barely enough to see by.
The soft sound came again, like a pained groan, and Nick rolled out of bed, frowning deeply. He walked over to the door, stepping out into the hallway. The fire was roaring high in the fireplace, with a pair of logs burning merrily. Scootaloo had obviously put extra logs on the fire recently.
Nick yawned faintly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stepped into the lounge room.
Scootaloo had transferred herself to the floor in front of the fire, and was completely oblivious to Nick’s presence.
The little filly was bent low, chest on the floor and rump lifted high, purple tail quivering. One of her hooves was pushed between her thighs, visibly, eagerly rubbing at her little underage cunt.
Nick stared, eyes wide, mouth slowly opening, feeling his heart beating in his throat and somewhere else much further down his anatomy that was becoming more and more insistent the more he stared.
Another soft, needy whimper escaped Scootaloo’s muzzle, and she quivered, locking up in a tiny orgasm, her hoof grinding against herself in earnest as she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing darkly.
Nick watched, dumbfounded, as Scootaloo started rubbing at herself all the more intently. She gave another soft, wanton groan, starting to pant helplessly as she masturbated intently.
Awkwardly, Nick just watched, unsure if he should interrupt, quietly sneak away, or continue just staring. And there was a little part of him, that was slowly growing larger, that was quite enjoying the show.
Scootaloo gave a frustrated sigh, rolling over onto her back, stuffing both hooves between her thighs to grind eagerly against her little cunny, giving Nick the first unobstructed view of her perfect little cunt.
Nick could only stare, swallowing with a suddenly dry throat, drinking in the curves of her little body. The soft thighs covered in smooth tan fur, leading right down the mound of her underage cunny. It too, was covered in the soft tan fur, right to the soft outer lips of her pussy, with the merest sliver of bright pink visible between the perfect, pliable outer lips.
But rolling over onto her rump meant she was now facing Nick, and as her eyes opened, she caught sight of him immediately.
The filly squeaked in surprise, cheeks flushing violently as she realised she had been caught. In a blur of motion, she was up and on the couch, planting her rump and crossing her hindlegs, hooves over her ‘lap’ to cover herself, watching him with wide eyes. “U-uh h-hi.”
“Heard you moaning,” Nick said lamely, making a vague motion towards his bedroom. “Thought you might have needed help.”
“H-help?” Scootaloo squeaked, eyes widening, visibly swallowing. Her cheeks flushed even darker, and she gave a nervous smile, slowly spreading her hindlegs again, revealing that soft filly pussy to him once more.
Nick stared, feeling like his eyes might just roll right out of his head at this rate, his throat going dry once more. “N-n… I-I…” he squeaked, trying to find his voice. He paused, swallowing thickly, clearing his throat. “I-I meant I thought you might be hurt!”
“Y-you’re not going to help?” Scootaloo asked, looking crestfallen, her gaze lowering. She closed her legs, pouting sadly, fidgeting with the end of her tail.
“I… I don’t even know where you’d get that idea!” Nick said, aghast. “You’re so young!”
“I’ve been so… h-horny for weeks,” Scootaloo admitted, looking away, blushing deeply. “E-ever since I drank that stupid potion Applebloom made.”
Nick just stared, unsure of what to say. “How do you… even know about all of this?!”
“I-I crept into the manor on the hill… where all the stallions go on the weekend,” Scootaloo murmured quietly.
Nick sucked in a breath. The manor on the hill was a whorehouse.
“B-but none of the stallions wanted to help me!” Scootaloo whimpered, ears pinning back heavily. “A-and my hooves don’t help at all.”
“I think you need to see a doctor,” Nick said, shaking his head slowly.
“I-I need to get fucked!” Scootaloo blurted. As they’d been talking, one of her hooves had slipped between her thighs, and was unconsciously rubbing against her tight little pussy.
Nick just stared, leaning back against the wall heavily, shaking his head. “I cannot believe I’m having this conversation. Is that why you stayed here? So you could be alone?”
Scootaloo nodded shakily, flushing again. “Yes. I can’t do it when everypony is around and it’s driving me nuts!”
“So why aren’t you seeing a doctor?” Nick asked blankly.
“I did see a doctor! He was convinced it was just puberty! And even Zecora doesn’t know a cure for this. She said to just: ‘I’m sorry but this ailment I cannot halt, the cure you seek is found within a colt’,” Scootaloo huffed darkly, glowering at the wall. “And none of the colts my age are even interested!”
Nick gave an awkward motion with his hands. “Well… that… uh, that sucks.”
Scootaloo whimpered faintly, biting her bottom lip. “Just want it to go away… So sick of being h-horny…”
Nick shook his head, swallowing thickly, rubbing at the back of his neck with his fingertips, nervous. “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll fuck me!” Scootaloo whimpered, grinding against her hoof in earnest, squeezing around it intently with her little thighs.
“I-I can’t…” Nick said, stammering slightly, trying to shape an argument. He picked his way over to the couch, settling down on it at the opposite end to the needy little filly. “What makes you so sure that would even help?”
Scootaloo gave a low whine, her little wings buzzing uselessly. “Zecora said so… what Applebloom made is a-a… a breeding potion. Zecora said they used it ages ago for a fernitily drug. To make sure that ponies had foals. It’s supposed to just wear off, but it hasn’t!” the filly whimpered softly, grinding her hoof against her little cunny all the more intently. “Zecora said I could make it go away by clopping really hard but that isn’t working either! Applebloom made the potion wrong!”
“Ask for a second opinion,” Nick suggested with a slow shake of his head.
In a flash, Scootaloo was in his lap, hindlegs straddling his hips and soft little cunny grinding against his stiffened cock through his pants. “Or you could just make me cum…” she whimpered needily, biting her bottom lip. “H-help me, Nick… F-fuck me…”
“Jesus H. Tittyfucking Christ,” Nick whispered, his hands automatically finding her little blank flanks and squeezing them on reflex, clenching his teeth as the soft little underage cunt ground right up against his stiff cock with unerring accuracy.
“Please,” Scootaloo whimpered, grinding her soft cunt down over him intently. Already, the moisture from her needy cunt was becoming noticable through the fabric of his pants.
Nick stared up at her, mouth going dry. He swallowed with difficulty, lifting his hands to touch at her little wings for a moment. “T-turn around, Scootaloo.”
“Y-you’re not going to help?” Scootaloo whimpered, biting her bottom lip, looking like she was going to cry. But she obeyed willingly, turning around atop him, until she was standing beside him, facing away from him, toward the fireplace.
Nick stared, remembering to close his mouth as he gazed at the soft little underage cunt mere inches from him. She was still drooling her own natural liquids, slowly trailing down her inner thigh. Swallowing thickly, he lifted his hands to rest on her rump, tugging her back over to straddle him.
Scootaloo squeaked slightly, allowing herself to be manipulated, straddling over the human and peering over her shoulder at him, cheeks flushed faintly. One of her hooves slid down her form, rubbing eagerly at her underage cunt, right in front of him. “S-so hot… Need…” she mumbled incoherently.
Shuddering slightly, Nick pushed her hoof away, leaving the underage little cunt exposed in front of him, a single dribble of her moisture spilling down onto his shirt.
The filly whimpered faintly, her hips rolling, thighs tensing slightly as she gave an agitated little bounce, wings buzzing fitfully.
“Settle down,” Nick breathed, brows furrowing, resting a palm on her rump. “You’re not… going to tell anyone I did this, right?” he asked, suddenly concerned.
“No!” Scootaloo almost begged, whining helplessly. “I-I promise!”
Nick took a deep breath, swallowing thickly, before he slipped his fingers down, letting his fingertips rub slowly against the tight little filly cunt. The plump outer lips spread at his touch, pliable and soft, the pink inner flesh being revealed with the slight pressure of his rubbing. It was soft and almost squishy, but there was a firmness there, hinting at just how tight the little filly was.
Scootaloo bit her bottom lip, hips slowly rolling, her hindlegs spreading just a tad more as she lifted her rump higher, eagerly exposing herself to him. Her little wings quivered eagerly, and she leaned back towards his stimulation willingly.
Swallowing anxiously, Nick trailed his fingers down over the tight little filly pussy, taking a deep breath before beginning to sink the tip of his index finger into her. His mouth opened in an awed expression as she felt the soft lips of her eager underage cunt swallowing his fingertip, squeezing and clenching around it in earnest.
The little filly whimpered helplessly, her legs quivering as the digit sank into her body, spreading her slowly around it. In, and in, and in it went, further and further. The first joint disappeared, and then the second, and finally, his finger was buried in soft foal pussy right to the base.
Nick stared, realising exactly what he was doing. His finger was buried in her, right the very base. He could only assume that she’d lost her physical virginity in some kind of accident. Either way, there was no resistance to his intrusion, just soft, eager, warm, slick foal flesh.. His eager cock ached and throbbed urgently in his pants, demanding attention, even as he felt the soft inner walls of Scootaloo’s perfect little cunt suckling wantonly around his finger.
“T-that feels n-nice…” Scootaloo groaned, slowly rocking back against the intrusion. “M-more… please…”
Nodding dumbly, Nick started to push the digit in and out of the tight little cunny, working it back and forth with firm motions. Each time his digit bottomed out inside her, the little filly would arch and quiver, wings fluttering and buzzing in earnest.
“Y-yes… faster!” Scootaloo whimpered, pushing back against his hand needily, biting her bottom lip, eyes clenching closed.
Nick stared, squeezing his thighs together and arching slightly, trying his best to ignore the insistent throbbing of his stiffened cock trying to break its way through his pants. Very carefully, he pressed the tip of his middle finger up against the soft little filly pussy, beginning to ease it inside, seeing if she’d stretch enough to accommodate it.
Without a hint of hesitation, Scootaloo pushed back against him, consuming the second digit, her underage cunt squeezing around it with intense tightness, a trickle of her liquid drooling down over her clit.
Nick bit his tongue, starting to work both digits in and out of her tight little body, watching the way she squeezed and suckled around him, even as he slipped his thumb down to rub at her little clit slowly.
Scootaloo immediately yelped, wings flapping pitifully and forehooves squeezing his thighs, her muzzle burying against his pants as she whimpered and quivered, melting under his stimulation. “Y-yes! M-more!”
Nick did as asked eagerly, his free hand lifting to grasp her rump and spread her open slightly, easing the pressure around his digits and allowing him to start working the two fingers in and out of her more rapidly. His thumb rubbed against her little clit in earnest, pressure down on it with a firm pressure that he had learned fooling around with his girlfriend.
The filly arched and quivered under his attentions, her hooves squeezing his thighs intently, teeth baring as she tensed heavily. Her wings fluttered hard, and she seemed to become weightless for a moment, before she suddenly wailed out loud. The high-pitched scream of delight echoed from the little pegasus’ throat, while the soft flesh of her cunt squeezing and clenched in earnest around the human’s fingers. Hot gushes of her liquids spilled from her body, drooling from around his embedded fingers and making an absolute mess of his chin and upper chest.
Nick stared, wide-eyed, licking his lips on reflex, tasting the filly’s juices on his lips, feeling warmth growing in his cheeks.
“Oh w-wow…” Scootaloo mumbled, almost incoherent, resting her chin on his thighs, rolling her head slowly back and forth. “That was amazing!”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Nick said with a slightly nervous laugh, cringing slightly at the intensely powerful suckling her tight little cunny gave his fingers as he pulled them free. He couldn’t help but stare at the exposed underage cunt, drooling her liquids, so recently vacated by his digits, just begging for more attention.
He shook his head to clear it, rubbing his clean hand against his forehead. “So… uh… did it help?”
Scootaloo collapsed into his lap, resting her cheek on his thigh, her tail slowly flicking back and forth, not even trying to cover herself up. “I… I think so!” she murmured, sounding surprised. “I-it always came back… but now it’s just… it’s gone!”
“I’m glad,” Nick said with an earnest nod, picking up the little filly and placing her gently on the couch beside him. He sat up, touching his chest, where her liquids were splattered across his shirt, making a face.
“I… uh… I need to go get cleaned up,” Nick said with a slightly nervous laugh.
Scootaloo nodded dumbly, stretching out on her stomach lazily.
Nick made a face. “You’re uh… messing up my couch.”
Scootaloo mumble something incoherent.
“C’mon,” Nick said, prodding her side. “We need to get cleaned up.”
Scootaloo whined faintly, but rose to her hooves, sighing and dropping down off the couch. She immediately collapsed, faceplanting clumsily before pushing herself back to her hooves, swaying unsteadily. “My legs are so shaky!” she complained.
Nick smiled, torn between dismayed at what he had, amusement at her antics, and utter, mind-numbing levels of horny.
“C’mon,” Nick said, motioning towards the bathroom, leading the way towards it. “We’ll get cleaned up, and then you can go back to sleep.”
Scootaloo nodded tiredly, walking after him, moving a little bit unsteadily. “Who taught you to do that with your fingers? If I had fingers I could have had that gone sooo long ago!”
“Oh… just something humans do,” Nick admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a palm. He flicked the taps on in the bath, waiting for the water to warm up a bit before putting the plug in. He sat down on the edge of the tug, crossing his legs to try and keep the veritable circus tent there from showing.
Scootaloo noticed however, her eyes widening slightly and a warm blush crossing over her features. “T-thank you though, Nick.”
“It was no problem, really. Just uh… don’t tell anyone I did it,” Nick warned.
“I already promised I wouldn’t!” Scootaloo said with a faint pout. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, her wings quivering slightly. She tested the water with a hoof, and then peered up at him, and then back at the water, blushing furiously.
“N-Nick?” she asked uncertainly.
Nick raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
Scootaloo made a vague motion towards his pants. “Y-you’re really h-horny, aren’t you?”
Nick stiffened slightly, before cautiously nodding. “Yeah. Yeah I am,” he admitted with a wry smile.
Scootaloo took a deep breath, looking away, before mumbling. “C-can I see it?”
Nick stiffened slightly, eyes widening, his heart returning to his throat, beating violently there. “W-what?”
“Can I see it?” Scootaloo asked, a little bit louder this time, more confident.
Nick bit his bottom lip, cringing slightly. “I… I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. Is the potion still… affected you?”
Scootaloo shook her head firmly. “No… well, it doesn’t feel like it is any more. But… I wanna see it…”
“But you just said the potion isn’t affecting you,” Nick protested weakly.
Scootaloo snorted faintly. “I know what I said! I wanna see it!” she bounced in place slightly. “You’re all… h-horny… I want to help.”
“Why do you want to help?” Nick stalled, his mouth dry.
“W-well… because…” Scootaloo trailed off, fidgeting slightly. “You’re nice to me. And it felt really, really, really good when you did the thing to me with your fingers and I want to try it again…”
“Well that’s… this isn’t exactly something you should rush into, especially not when you’re so… young…” Nick said nervously, fidgeting himself, worrying at a frayed hem on his pants. “Maybe… wait a little while and see if you still want to?”
Scootaloo frowned deeply at that, scuffing a hoof against the floor. “Okay… I guess…” she said, leaping up onto the edge of the tub and then stepping into it. The hot water came up to her chest, and she sighed happily. “All sticky…” she murmured, pushing a hoof back between her thighs to scrub over herself, rubbing up over the tight little underage cunny.
Nick stared, swallowing thickly, unable to wrench his gaze away. There was nothing overly erotic about what the little filly was doing, but she wasn’t hiding anything from him, either. The soft, tan lips of her little pussy were quite visible, with the sliver of pink between them evident every time she pushed against herself, scrubbing awkwardly over the tight little cunt.
“L-let me,” Nick squeaked, before clearing his throat to try and regain his voice.
Scootaloo looked up at him, shuffling closer, pushing her hips towards him with a faint smile.
Nick picked up a handful of water, pushing it between the little filly’s thighs, rubbing back and forth slowly. He bit his tongue, brow furrowing at the sensation of her soft little flesh against his palm. He tried so hard to be professional about it, but there was just no denying how fucking arousing the feeling of that developing little cunt against his palm was.
Beginning to pant faintly, Nick changed the intent of his rubbing, from simply palming over the little cunny, to rubbing two fingers over the soft outer lips, delighting in the sensation of the soft, pliable flesh against his digits.
Scootaloo groaned faintly, pushing back against his hand, her wings quivering, before she looked over her shoulder at him, eyes narrowing and a sudden grin spreading across her lips. She bounded away clumsily, pausing, lifting her rump, one hoof on the edge of the tub for balance, rump swaying back and forth in a way that was both innocent and lewd at the same time.
“I-I’ll let you keep rubbing if you show me…” Scootaloo murmured, obviously trying to sound commanding, but just coming off as eager and needy.
Nick clenched his teeth, grinding his heel into the floor. “Fuck! Okay!” he hissed, standing up and tossing aside his shirt. He had a modest body, with more of an ‘ab’ than ‘abs’. After his shirt was gone, he pushed his pants down, stepping out of them and then standing there uncertainly. His eager, stiff cock throbbed angrily, bouncing up against his stomach as it was freed.
Scootaloo stared, eyes widening, mouth slowly parting into an awed ‘O’.
“There, you saw,” Nick said, dropping into the bath with the filly, quickly submerging himself to get out of the cold air. “Now c’mere.”
Scootaloo nodded, staring at his bobbing cock under the water, even though refraction was distorting her view of it. She stepped backwards until she was in arm’s reach again.
Nick reached out and grasped her, pulling her back into his lap, carefully arranging the filly so that she wasn’t stepping on anything delicate. He pushed a palm back up between her thighs, clenching his jaw and just barely stopping himself from giving an eager groan as he felt the warm, soft filly flesh against his own again.
Scootaloo panted heavily, tongue dipping out of her muzzle, almost touching the surface of the water. “Y-you like m-my p-p-pussy?” Scootaloo murmured, stumbling over the foreign words.
Nick stiffened slightly, his mouth going dry once more, giving a slow nod. “Y-yes… fuck yes. How do you even know that word?”
“They used it at the manor… one of the mares was saying it a lot,” Scootaloo admitted, flushing deeply. “Telling the stallion to fuck her pussy harder… and saying that she liked his c-cock…”
Nick bit his tongue, slowly trailing a thumb over the length of the underage slit, cringing helplessly. None of this was helping his erection go down at all.
“I-is that your… c-cock?” Scootaloo asked, cheeks flushed faintly, peering over her shoulder, looking pointedly down into the water.
Nick nodded slowly, giving another firm rub against the tight little cunny, watching the filly squirm and moan faintly at the sensations.
“I-I want to touch it,” Scootaloo murmured, looking away, her little wings quivering anxiously. “I want to… want to have fuck with you.”
Nick swallowed thickly past the growing lump in his throat, feeling whatever resolve he might have had just crumbling away. “Oh fuck… Yes… Okay. Yes.”
“You wanna do it too?!” Scootaloo squeaked, bouncing eagerly in place, before grinding back against his palm all the more intently, soft little cunny noticeably warming with anticipation of her first ‘fuck’.
“Yes…” Nick admitted, ashamed, squeezing her rump with a palm while slowly grinding against the plump little underage pussy.
“C-can I taste it first?” Scootaloo asked suddenly.
Nick almost fell over at the request, swallowing thickly. “W-what?”
“The mare I watched… she put it in her mouth first,” Scootaloo said, miming the motion. “She was moaning a lot and the stallion looked like he enjoyed it…”
Nick just stared, feeling lightheaded. “This has to be a dream…”
“It’s not a dream,” Scootaloo said, turning around slightly, pushing a hoof between his legs.
Nick sucked in a breath as he felt her hoof contact his cock. She clumsily pushed it against his belly, moving sluggishly up and down the length of it, slowed by the water. “I-I know you like it when I act like I’m h-horny.”
“Oh fuck yes…” Nick whimpered, watching her. With a soft huff, he pulled himself up out of the tub, sitting on the edge of it awkwardly, spreading his thighs.
Scootaloo kept with him, coming to sit between his knees, little head perfectly level with the (comparatively-sized) monster of a cock. She stared at it, eyes wide, lifting a hoof to lightly stroke down it, awed by the size of it. “It’s so… hard…”
“Yes…” Nick admitted, looking away, biting his bottom lip. “C-can you… rub on it a bit? Put your hoof around it and rub up and down.”
Scootaloo nodded eagerly, immediately grasping the tip and beginning to move her hoof up and down.
Nick winced and flailed slightly, grasping her hoof to stop it. “N-no! Not like that!” he hissed.
Scootaloo jerked back, ears splaying against her skull. “A-am I doing it wrong?”
“No… yes…” Nick said with a cringe. “Just… don’t touch the tip. It’s too sensitive for your rough hoof,” he explained, feeling his cheeks warming as he realised what he was the underage little filly.
“Oh… so… in the middle is better?” Scootaloo asked, grasping around the middle of his cock gingerly, and beginning to slowly move her hoof up and down.
“Yesss…” Nick groaned, leaning back slightly, teeth baring as the little filly’s hoof worked up and down his stiff length.
“My hoof is too rough… b-but would my tongue work better?” Scootaloo queried carefully, staring up at him.
“Yes!” Nick exclaimed.
Scootaloo jerked backwards slightly in surprise.
“I mean… yes. Yes. Your tongue would be awesome,” Nick said, slightly ashamed.
Scootaloo nodded quietly at that, stroking her hoof up and down a few more times, before gathering the courage to lean forwards and rest her nose against the tip of the thick cock. Her nostrils flared, inhaling his scent. And then, without warning, her soft tongue glanced over his tip in a rapid, testing lick.
Nick groaned softly, his cock jerking with the stimulation, tense and quivering already with the constant onslaught of arousal over the past hour or so.
The little filly smiled up at him, giving him another rapid lick, hoof stroking a little bit faster. “Does it feel good?”
“You have no idea…” Nick groaned, his hips slowly rolling, just faintly grinding the tip of his throbbing cock against her lips. “Just… p-pretend it’s a lollipop…”
Scootaloo stared up at him for a long moment, before nodding earnestly.
In an instant, her soft lips closed around his cock and her even softer tongue was suddenly washing up against his tip in rapid little swivels and swirls, flicking back and forth across the throbbing flesh.
Nick cried out in delight, a hand grasping the little filly’s mane, trying his best to swallow down the urge to hump into the underage mouth pleasuring him so well. “Oh f-fucking J-Jesus…” he whimpered, squeezing her ear reflexively. “Y-you’re a natural, Scoots.”
Scootaloo smiled around her mouthful, staring up at him with an adorable look that was completely ruined by the fact that his cock was stuffing her little mouth, forcing her jaws open.
“T-try bobbing on it…” Nick whispered, eyes widening slightly in anticipation. His cock throbbed wantonly, and spat a line of precum across her tongue.
Scootaloo winced backwards entirely, making a face at the strong taste of precum, visibly working her tongue back and forth against the roof of her little muzzle, mulling it over. Evidently, she didn’t dislike the taste, as she returned to lapping gently at his tip, peering up at him naively. “Bobbing on it? Quickly or slowly?”
“It feels better the faster you go,” Nick said with a jerky nod.
The little filly paused at that, licking her lips nervously for a moment, before consuming his cock. One moment, she was just resting there with the tip against her lips, and then, in a flash, she had buried her little muzzle down the length of his cock as far as it would go, bumping up against the back of her throat. She gagged for a moment, eyes watering, before she backed off, visibly resisting the urge to cough. Swallowing thickly, causing a delightful tugging at the tip of his cock, she steeled herself. With a shudder, wings buzzing eagerly, the little filly started to bob fiercely on him.
Nick arched, hands grasping the side of her head as she bobbed up and down on his cock so intently, utterly intent on working her little mouth up and down on his eager flesh as fast as she could to make him feel as good as possible.
“H-holy f-fuck!” Nick cried, spasming helplessly under the treatment, fingers grasping at the silky mane of the underage filly currently eagerly fellating him.
An incoherent, muffled response came from the intent little filly, even as she bobbed and worked over him faster and faster, pressing down his length so far he was stunned it wasn’t buried in her throat.
“Oh f-fuck… S-scoots… s-stop!” Nick whimpered, dragging the filly off his throbbing cock with some difficulty, leaving it throbbing in the air in front of her nose, mere moments away from painting the back of her throat with his spunk. “G-god. I was going to finish right in your mouth!” he panted incredulously.
“Finish?” Scootaloo asked breathlessly, little wings flapping happily. “You mean… Like you made me do?”
“Yeah, like that,” Nick admitted with a nod, trying to calm his racing heart and catch his wind.
“That felt really good!” Scootaloo said with a happy smile, immediately descending on him again, gently dragging a warm lick against his tip.
Nick almost lost it right there.
“I’ll make you finish!” Scootaloo said graciously, grasping the base of his quivering cock with her hooves, shoving her muzzle back over him and bobbing and suckling intently without warning.
“N-no, Sc-sc… Y-you d-don’t kn-know!” Nick tried to warn, losing his ability to speak rather rapidly as the little filly bobbed on him so intently.
“Nghfuck!” Nick snarled, his entire form tensing up and hips grinding towards the soft foal mouth as sudden hot bursts of urgent, pent-up human spunk pumped rapidly into the unaware filly’s muzzle.
Scootaloo’s eyes widened at the veritable barrage of eager spurts splattering across the back of her throat, painting her muzzle white with human cum in an instant. She tugged backwards, eyes wide, muzzle parted, drooling his spunk from her lips with a surprised expression, before she swallowed on reflex, her little wings quivering and buzzing.
“I-I tried to f-fucking war—Urf!” Nick was cut off from his admonishment as the eager little filly affixed herself to his tip again, nursing at his throbbing cock like a filly on her mother’s teat, suckling and swallowing in perfect rhythm to veritably milk the spunk from him.
Nick flailed slightly, losing his balance and thudding down awkwardly on his back on the floor, winded and dazed, half euphoric and half possibly-concussed as his orgasm wound down. His exposed cock spat a line of spunk across his own stomach before stilling.
A soft groan left the human, and he whimpered faintly, before arching and curling in surprise as Scootaloo’s soft tongue lapped intently at his stomach, cleaning up the line of mess there.
Nick stared down at her, wide-eyed, dazed and almost confused. The innocent little filly was licking her lips, trying to clean the mess of spunk from her muzzle, through she was fighting a losing battle for now. Thick dribbles of it were drooling from the corners of her mouth, and trailing down her chin, meeting in the centre and dripping from the end. A line of his mess was visible up over one side of her face, some of it even caught in the end of her mane. And she looked to be enjoying herself!
“O-o-oh fuck…” Nick whimpered, covering his face with a palm.
“T-that was so horny…” Scootaloo murmured, audibly swallowing, and then stepping over him, straddling his middle. She smiled brightly down at him, head tilting to the left slightly, sullied tongue slipping out an even messier underage little lips. “Did you like it?”
Nick gave an incoherent moan, closing his eyes and just resting there awkwardly on the cold floor of the bathroom.
Nick gave a hazy groan, his head rolling back and forth as consciousness slowly made its way back to his mind.
A sexy little filly was gagging on his cock, swallowing convulsively as her throat muscles flexed around the tip of his stiff length and soft little whimpers of agitation left her crammed muzzle.
Nick gave Scootaloo a bemused stare, trying to comprehend what was happening, even as the underage filly tugged back for air, panting hard, tongue hanging out, lines of saliva connecting her to his throbbing cock.
“What… what are you d-doing?” Nick managed to ask, swallowing thickly, his throat dry, even as his cock gave a wanton throb and drooled a line of precum.
Scootaloo blushed deeply, looking up at him and then leaned in to drag a long, slow lick over the tip of his cock, cleaning up the line of precum with a soft little whimper.
The soft little tongue flicked across the tip of his cock a few times to clean him, and Nick arched in surprise and delight, sucking in a breath.
“I-I’m practising,” Scootaloo murmured, cheeks flushing even deeper. “T-the mare at the manor could take all of it in without choking!”
“Because she had practice,” Nick mused, before blinking several times and then sitting up straighter, moving to tug his pants back up. He didn’t even remember how he had gotten from the bathroom to the lounge room chair, let alone how he got his clothes on.
“I-I need to practice then!” Scootaloo said with a huff, moving after him, soft little tongue lapping at the tip of his throbbing dick with unerring accuracy.
Nick gave a breathy groan, heels digging into the carpet. “F-fuck… w-why are you so obsessed with this?!”
“It feels really really horny, doesn’t it?” Scootaloo asked earnestly, looking up at him with wide eyes, soft tongue extending to slowly drag over his tip.
Nick bit his tongue, squirming impotently as Scootaloo gave him another mind-destroying lap with her impossibly soft tongue. “Yes… y-yes it does,” he admitted.
Scootaloo gave him a bright smile at that, immediately leaning forwards and engulfing his cock in an instant, shoving her muzzle all the way down it. Almost immediately, it bumped up against the back of her throat, and she gagged faintly, giving a faint sound of annoyance and trying to push deeper. Several inches of stiff human cock still weren’t embedded in her greedy young mouth, and she was determined to rectify the problem.
After a dozen heart-stopping seconds of underage filly muzzle being utterly crammed with cock, Scootaloo had to pull back, panting heavily again. “I-it’s too straight!” she complained, nudging her nose against his cock with a soft huff, scowling and laying her chin on his thigh. “I can’t do it!”
“You don’t have to,” Nick panted, shaking his head and stroking a hand through her mane affectionately. “That’s for adults.”
“I can do anything an adult can!” Scootaloo insisted, stamping her hoof against the edge of the couch, before her eyes lit up with a sudden idea.
“What are you thinking?” Nick asked warily.
Scootaloo smiled at him. “Your cock doesn’t bend! So I’ve gotta make my throat all straight!” she said excitedly, bouncing in place. “The mare just stood there under the stallion but it was pointing forwards because he was a stallion. You’re a human!”
“Yup,” Nick said with a jerky nod. “So I guess it won’t work.”
“Maybe…” Scootaloo said, panting faintly, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she pushed a hoof between her thighs, biting her bottom lip.
After a few moments of pondering, the little filly slid away, wings quivering in excitement as she rolled over onto her back and then twisted around. She laid herself out on the couch, with her head hanging off the edge, all squished up on the seat, her rump resting half-way up the back of the couch, leaving the tight little underage cunny completely exposed. One of her hooves pushed up between her splayed hindlegs, rubbing almost urgently at her cunt. “L-lay on top of me!” she said excitedly.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Nick said, eyes wide, swallowing thickly.
“Like this!” Scootaloo said, opening up her little mouth in invitation, waggling her tongue at him with an innocent smile. “I’ll be able to get it all the way in like this!”
“N-no,” Nick said automatically, trying to clear his throat of the sudden lump in it, voice squeaking slightly.
“No?” Scootaloo asked, pouting, ears splaying back, still upside-down. “But… but I want you to…” she said lamely, rubbing at her moistening cunny all the more firmly.
Nick’s eyes followed the motion of her hoof, and he swallowed thickly. With great difficulty, he resisted the urge to grasp his cock and stroke at it.
“I know you like what I’m doing,” Scootaloo said breathlessly, smiling up at him, wings fluttering intently as she began to rub her hoof at herself more firmly. “C’mon… come and put your c-cock back in my mouth! I can’t reach it from here!”
Nick bit his tongue again, hands clenching on his thighs, before he stood up jerkily, stepping closer to the eager foal. “I… I can’t believe I’m going to do this…” he muttered, staring down at her.
Scootaloo grinned up at him, clenching her thighs around her hoof in anticipation, mouth opening and tongue curling lewdly outwards.
Shuddering, Nick dropped down to his knees, shuffling a little bit closer, leaning over the edge of the couch, the tip of his cock bumping against the filly’s nose.
Immediately, Scootaloo lunged forwards, capturing the tip of the stiff length in an eager suckle, lips tightening around the very tip as she began to nurse on it like a teat. The hoof not stuffed between her own thighs reached for his hip, tugging at him impotently, urging him closer.
“F-fuck…” Nick breathed, giving a soft groan as the smooth tongue swirled against his sensitive tip again and again. Almost on reflex, he shuffled closer, pushing a little bit deeper into the eager muzzle. One of his arms automatically curled around the foal’s middle, resting between her wings and the couch, his other arm moving up to hold her cheek, resisting the urge to just shove into the tight mouth.
His new position was very interesting. Leant over the couch with the filly’s upside-down muzzle attempting to consume his cock, put his head almost perfectly level with her lower body, all curled upwards, almost presenting the underage cunt to his gaze.
Swallowing thickly, Nick shifted his hand from her cheek, up to her thighs, lightly spreading her legs with his digit.
Scootaloo was all-too-eager to help, slipping her hoof away and then reaching forwards from her upside-down position to grasp his hips with both forehooves, tugging him towards her. Her hindleg spread in the meantime, exposing herself to him completely, her tight, underage cunny mere inches from Nick’s nose.
Nick swallowed again, lightly touching at the edge of the tight cunt with his index finger, spreading her open slowly.
A faint moan left the filly as she consumed more of him, tugging him further in, beginning to gag around him as the tip of the stiff cock started to edge into her throat.
“S-Scoots… you don’t have to,” Nick panted, looking past the enticing view of her tight little underage filly cunt, and down to where she was trying to cram every inch of his cock down her throat.
Scootaloo seemed to take it as a challenge, eyes narrowing dangerously and a low growl bubbling from her throat as she shifted around a little bit further to sink him deeper and deeper into her little throat. Gagging constantly, eyes watering, she edged him into her tight throat, swallowing around him on reflex, until his tip sank right into her throat.
Nick gasped and arched against her, hips rolling on instinct, unable to help but lightly move into the insistent filly’s mouth, groaning faintly.
A smile of triumph found it’s way onto Scootaloo’s stuffed muzzle as she pushed her soft lips all the way to the very base of the thick cock, her throat visibly bulging with the size of the flesh she was struggling to fit in. Eyes watering, but still smiling, she started to swallow clumsily around him, suckling and grinding her tongue along him euphorically.
“F-fuuuck…” Nick whimpered, trying his best not to just grab the little foal and fuck her face, instead focusing on her. Both arms wrapped around her midsection as he leaned forwards, nudging her thighs apart with his cheeks, and then pressing his lips right up against her underage cunt.
Scootaloo gave a whimper of surprise around her mouthful as soft human lips and tongue found her little cunt, making her stiffen, wings quivering.
Nick growled lustfully, dragging a long lick against the tight little cunny, closing his lips over her clit and giving it a firm suckle.
A muffled gasp left the pegasus foal and she squirmed underneath his touches, eyes widening slightly, hindlegs closing around behind his head and trying to grind his face against her eager, moistened cunny.
“Fuck…” Nick whimpered against her pussy, groaning helplessly as he adjusted his stance and began to lightly hump his hips, sinking in and out of the foal’s suckling muzzle. One of his hands lifted, pushing against her inner thigh, spreading her open further, only for two fingers to touch at the edge of her tight little cunt and spread her open. His tongue descended on the exposed pink flesh, lapping directly at her soft folds as he humped into her underage muzzle.
Scootaloo whimpered around her mouthful, gurgling faintly with the thrusts into her muzzle and throat, pinned down under the human with no way to escape. Her hooves grasped at his hips more firmly, seemingly trying to make him stop, and then tugging at him more insistently, urging him to go faster. Her hindlegs squeezed at his head almost urgently, grinding her hips towards him intently as she groaned around her crammed mouthful of human cock, trying to rock into the motions.
“Sweet Jesus,” Nick panted against her, pushing the pair of fingers up against her and starting to sink them into the tight, squeezing foal cunt. He watched the plump lips of her underage cunt spread to accept the intrusion of his digits, squeezing around them intently, slicking them with her moisture. Swallowing thickly, he leaned forwards to suckle at her clit again, even as he started to hump almost urgently into her tight mouth. He carefully angled his thrusts, grinding against her soft tongue with the tip of his cock but being careful not to just shove into her throat.
Scootaloo quite obviously had different ideas, however. She squeezed around him intently with her hooves, tugging him closer and closer with each hump, even as she gagged and almost choked on him, tears spilling from her eyes. Her little face was determined, wings quivering intently while slick dribbles of her moisture welled up from around the embedded digits in her tight pussy.
“I-I think we f-found one of your fetishes…” Nick panted as he felt himself tugged further into the tight, encompassing muzzle. He stared down at her, trying to swallow down the fiery lust threatening to consume all rational thought and mostly losing. “N-naughty, sexy fucking filly,” he panted, adjusting his stance further. His hands slid down her form, palms finding either cheek to hold her steady as he started to fuck the foal’s face with urgent, intent motions.
A muffled sound of surprise left the filly, and she squirmed in protest, pushing at him impotently with a hoof, her cheeks flaring with warmth. After a few firm thrusts however, she gave a wanton moan, reaching up to grasp his hips tentatively, before shoving one of her hooves between her thighs, rubbing urgently at her untended cunt.
Nick grit his teeth, starting to hump rapidly into the tight little filly mouth, pace dictated by the rising tension in his stomach. “D-dirty f-fucking f-foal!” he groaned, punctuating each eager hump with another word, rutting the foal’s muzzle.
Scootaloo whimpered in delight around her rapidly-thrusting mouthful, thighs clenching around her hoof and wings quivering, eyes squinted shut under the onslaught of eager pumps into her accepting mouth, her own pleasure rising higher and higher.
Nick groaned and humped jerkily into the tight mouth, giving a few needy humps before sudden bursts of human spunk began to unload right into Scootaloo’s upside-down muzzle. He held himself buried against the back of her tongue, a gush of the gooey spunk splattering across the back of her throat and then drooling out of her muzzle.
Wary of overloading the filly, Nick tugged backwards, grasping and grunting as he continued to unload, spilling a volley of human cum right across her muzzle, and then her chin, and even up over her throat and chest.
Scootaloo whimpered in delight, muzzle opening wide to try and catch his escaping cock as he drew back, blindly pushing towards it, finding it and then enclosing the tip in her muzzle, capturing the last few tumultuous spurts right across her tongue. She groaned in delight, suckling urgently at his tip, swallowing thickly, her lips and muzzle a veritable mess of spunk.
Nick collapsed backwards onto his butt, cracking his spine on the coffee table. He barely even noticed.
Scootaloo gave a soft groan, stuffing her other hoof between thighs, fervently rubbing at her aching little cunny until she arched and fluttered her wings. The spunk-covered pegasus foal cried out in delight as she came against her hooves, quivering and arching in little spasms.
After several long moments of bliss, the filly collapsed onto the couch, a thorough mess, panting and groaning faintly, but grinning from ear to ear.
“T-that was so h-horny…” Scootaloo muttered from around her mouthful of human spunk, still drooling the mess from the corner of her lips.
Nick gave the filly a hazy stare, blinking once or twice, before nodding jerkily. “Yeah… that was… something else.”
“Was I the best?” Scootaloo asked brightly, rolling onto her side so she could tip her head upright, working her tongue against the roof of her mouth and then audibly swallowing down her mouthful of human spunk.
“Oh sweet baby Jesus yes," Nick groaned, rolling over onto his knees. He winced, lifting a hand to rub at his spine where he was certain a bruise would be blooming, before wrinkling his nose at the messy filly. "C'mon, we've got to get you cleaned up."
Scootaloo giggled faintly, waggling her tongue at him. "I like it... it's all warm and sticky."
Nick swallowed thickly at that, feeling warmth rising in his cheeks. “Well… we can’t have you being all messy. C’mon, to the bathroom… again.”
Scootaloo giggled again, slipping off the couch, flicking her tail at him innocently and then heading for the bathroom.
Nick stood behind the little pegasus, who was standing on a chair from the kitchen, idly stroking a hand between her tiny wings, even as he helped to clean his spunk from her face and throat with a damp washcloth.
“So… you really enjoyed that, huh?” Nick asked, delicately cleaning a line of spunk from her eyebrow.
Scootaloo nodded earnestly, licking her lips, peeking at him in the mirror over the sink. “Yes! It made me feel really horny when you were fucking my mouth.”
Nick nodded slightly at that, dipping the washcloth into the sink to clean it, returning it to scrub at her throat slowly. “So… you really like getting your muzzle fucked?”
“I already said I do,” Scootaloo said, blinking once, confused.
Nick gave a slightly nervous laugh. “A-ah… it’s just… you know… it’s kind of sexy to hear you say that.”
“I like it when you fuck my muzzle,” Scootaloo said suddenly, dead serious, watching him intently in the mirror. “It makes me horny.”
A quiver passed over Nick’s form, and he bit his tongue, his breathing picking up slightly in speed. “You are going to be the sexiest fucking mare when you grow up…”
“I’m not sexy now?” Scootaloo asked, pouting, her tail giving an irritated flick.
“I concede,” Nick said, catching her tail and then pushing it aside slightly, feeling his heart starting to beat a little bit faster. “You are… very sexy right now.”
Scootaloo smiled into the mirror, lifting a hoofful of water to her muzzle to wash her face.
Nick inhaled, holding his breath as he slipped his hand in under the filly’s tail, pushing his palm slowly up against the little cunny.
Scootaloo sucked in a breath, eyes widening slightly in surprise, before she gave the softest of eager gasps and pushed back against the pressure between her legs.
Nick chewed his tongue for a moment, and then slipped his index finger in against the soft little cunny, twisting his wrist and sinking the digit inside.
The filly arched and shuddered, small wings spasming in delight.
“I’m going to fuck you, Scoots… I’m going to fuck you,” Nick said, his mouth suddenly dry.
Scootaloo looked back over her shoulder, wings flapping eagerly. “Y-you are?” she squeaked excitedly, immediately lifting her rump a little bit higher and spreading her hindlegs. “P-please!”
Nick shuddered, slipping the digit from the squeezing foal pussy, shuffling out of his pants and kicking them away, his already-hard cock springing up, ready for action. Both of his palms grasped the presented rump, spreading her open, gazing in at the soft little cunny between the orange cheeks, watching the pink interior being revealed with the firm pressure he was exerting.
Without hesitation, he stepped up behind her, pushing his throbbing, eager cock right against the spread rump, slowly grinding the underside of his cock against the exposed underage pussy.
Scootaloo gave a hazy groan of delight, slowly pushing back against him, increasing the pressure of her soft cunt against the underside of his cock.
“Fuck me,” Nick groaned, wrapping his arms around the filly. He lifted her up easily, turning her around to face him, one hand grasping around her rump to hold her weight, the other on her wings. He turned around, carrying her out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, carefully laying her down on her back on the bed.
Scootaloo stared up at him, her cheeks warming, little wings quivering in anticipation, buzzing against the bed, even as she spread her legs in invitation, little cunny already shiny with her moisture.
Nick wasted no time in tugging the pegasus to the edge of the bed, so her rump was right at the very end of it, at the perfect height for him to grind his each cock against her soft cunt. He laid a palm on her inner thigh, thumb lightly rubbing over her clit, spreading her enough that he could watch as he laid the tip of his cock right up against that underage cunny, and then began to sink inwards.
Scootaloo arched against him, eyes widening, hooves flying to her muzzle, suddenly shy as she felt the bulbous tip of the human’s cock starting to spread her.
More, and more, and more pressure was applied, his thumb rubbing at her clit the entire time, watching with an avid, wide-eyed gaze as the foal’s cunt slowly stretched around his tip, swallowing it up.
Scootaloo whimpered faintly, tensing up and kicking her hindlegs, wings spasming against the bed, slapping against it as she gave a shudder and moan.
Nick leaned over her properly, sliding his hands up her form, panting down at her lustfully, grinning slightly. “Yesss…” he groaned, as he lightly gyrated his hips, feeling the soft folds of her impossibly cunt squeezing around him with each tiny motion. “A-are you ready Scoots?”
Scootaloo nodded rapidly, spreading her hindlegs further, forehooves wrapping around his neck and shoulders eagerly, trying to push towards him. “Y-yes! M-make fuck with me!”
Nick gave an eager growl, hands slipping down to grasp Scootaloo’s hips, holding her steady as he gave a firm hump, sinking deeper and deeper into the moist, heated foal cunny. He grunted slightly at the tightness, squeezing around him so intently and halting his progress, and with a faint moan, he tugged back and then humped forwards again, sinking even deeper.
Scootaloo fairly screamed under him, spread to the limit with the comparatively huge cock sinking into her. Her hindlegs spread and then clenched around his hips in rhythm, each time she closed her legs increasing the tightness around him to the point he thought he might hurt her.
“S-Scoots… relax…” Nick tried to sooth, squeezing her hips a little harder than necessary, lightly rocking back and forth. “Calm down… don’t squeeze me so hard!”
Scootaloo whimpered softly at the requests, but nodded intently, pushing her muzzle into his shoulder and then biting down on his flesh as he sank another full inch into her underage, aching cunny.
Nick bared his teeth, feeling Scootaloo’s teeth almost break the skin, drawing back to relieve the pressure, letting her breathe.
Scootaloo panted hard against him, slowly releasing her grip on his shoulder, leaving a line of blunt teeth marks imprinted into the skin, even as she shuddered and whimpered, trying to catch her breath. “I-It’s s-so big!”
“I know,” Nick soothed, giving an irritated grind of his hips against her. He grasped around her middle more firmly, picking her up and turning her around, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the little filly in his lap. He rested his palms lightly on her haunches, smiling at her breathlessly. “Here. Now you can move instead. Go at your own pace.”
“O-Okay,” Scootaloo said, looking down between them apprehensively. “I-I’ll take all of it! I promise!” she said with an eager nod, even as she started to push down, letting gravity sink her down over his cock.
Nick bred his teeth, resisting the urge to push down on her hips with his palms, just squeezing her lightly, his legs tensing and hips rising slightly towards the intense stimulation of her little cunny stretching down over his cock.
Scootaloo whimpered softly, her forehooves squeezing around his shoulders as she bore down with more force, trying to sink further on to him.
“Scoots, stop!” Nick protested, shaking his head firmly. “Bounce,” he said, giving a little bounce in example. “Slide up and down! Don’t just try to push down all at once!”
Scootaloo blinked once, but nodded, eyes narrowing in concentration as she slowly, carefully lifted herself upwards, biting her bottom lip at the sensation. Once he was almost entirely free of her, she pushed herself back down, eyes widening as she slipped all the way down him again until only a couple of inches remained outside, a wanton moan leaving her muzzle.
“T-that… t-that feels r-really good…” Scootaloo stammered, grasping around his shoulders with her hooves again as she lifted herself up. This time, she wasted no time in dropping back over him, her head shooting up and muzzle quivering with a reflexive groan of delight as he spread her underage pussy again.
Nick grinned, squeezing the filly in between her movements, giving faint groans each time she slid down him, letting her go at her own pace, swallowing down his urge to just rut up into her tight young pussy.
Scootaloo lifted herself up again on shaking legs, adjusting her stance and then dropping again, eyes widening as she lost her footing and ended up spearing over him, sinking right down to the very base.
Nick swore he felt himself bottom out inside her, spreading her right to her deepest barrier, cramming her full of every inch of cock she could possibly take.
The foal sat in his lap, eyes bulging out of her head, wings no longer quivering or flapping, but just standing straight out to the sides, stiff and unmoving.
“Scoots?” Nick asked warily. “Are you okay? We should stop,” he said, grasping her hips to draw her upwards slightly, beginning to slide the stiff, throbbing cock out of her squeezing depths. “This was a bad id—”
“—No!” Scootaloo hissed, shoving him with her forehooves with surprising strength, forcing him down onto his back on the bed. Immediately, she straddled him properly, her light body resting over top of him, forehooves on his chest and hindlegs scrabbling for purchase on either side of his hips. As soon as she got her balance, she started to aggressively bounce on him, hips lifting and then driving downwards with a firm thud, burying him in her to the hilt with each eager motion.
Nick gave a gasp of surprise, and then one of delight, and then a helpless groan as the filly started to aggressively bounce on his stiff cock, her soft, squeezing inner flesh clenching and milking around him each time she came down, tugging at him in earnest.
“H-holy fuck!” Nick panted, hands grasping her haunches on reflex, resting over where her cutie mark would be if she had one, helping her to bounce on him. He could feel her slick liquids coating his cock with each eager shove of her hips, and her clenching cunny ws a definite testament to her enjoyment.
“Yes! Yes!” Scootaloo burst out, whimpering in delight, clumsily bouncing on him over and over again, burying him right to the base with each urgent hump of her hips. Her wings fluttered fitfully, trying to give her extra leverage to fuck him. “T-this i-is awesome!”
“Jesus!” Nick gasped as the filly started to rock on him harder and faster, her little wings a blur as she bounced on his stiff cock.
Scootaloo bit her bottom lip, eyes clenching closed and her motions growing shaky and clumsy as she shuddered and squeezed around him. A particularly hard shove of her hips pushed him out of her tight little cunt entirely, even as she rocked back and forth in his lap in a tumultuous orgasm, screaming her delight to the ceiling. A slick gush of her liquids spilled from her, making a mess of his hips.
Nick blinked once, holding the quivering filly close against his chest as she collapsed weakly, shuddering and tensing atop him, before slowly coming down from her euphoria.
“Oh… oh wow…” Scootaloo groaned breathlessly. “That… that was…” She blinked once, looking back over her shoulder to see his stiff cock still throbbing against his belly. She swallowed thickly, staring at it. “Y-you still want to f-fuck me?”
“Yes,” Nick said, biting his tongue rather harder than necessary. “But we can stop if you’re… done.”
Scootaloo turned back to face him, her ears reddening, tail giving an anxious flick back and forth. “N-no! F-fuck me all the way!”
Nick grinned at that, grasping around the filly and picking her up again, sliding to the edge of the bed, and then onto the floor. He patted the edge of the bed. “Put your hooves up here…”
Scootaloo blinked once, confused, but did as asked, rising to her hooves and putting her forehooves on the edge of the bed. “Like this?”
“Exactly like that,” Nick said with a firm nod, rolling onto his knees and slipping in behind her, spreading her hindlegs for her. His fingers lightly trailed along the smooth, messy outer lips of her cunny, lightly rubbing up against her, before he grasped his stiff cock and lined it up, sinking into her without hesitation.
Scootaloo arched against the bed, giving a faint groan, even as Nick leaned over her properly, arms wrapping around her chest and hips pushing in against her own as he buried in her to the hilt.
“T-tight…” Nick groaned faintly, burying his face in her mane as he started to hump into her, sliding back a few inches, only to shove his stiff cock deep inside her again.
The little filly melted under his attentions, her hindlegs quivering with the powerful thrusts, enjoying this new position far more than when she was in control, her tight little underage cunny clenching around him, seemingly trying to force him out even as it almost urgently clenched and rippled around him to entice him in further.
Nick wasted no time with building up, instead just grasping the young foal and fucking her with a wild abandon, burying himself deep inside her with firm, eager humps, feeling his tip cramming up against her deepest barrier at the end of each urgent thrust.
Scootaloo shuddered and almost collapsed, her eyes clenching close and muzzle parting in helpless little pants, tongue lolling out and wings splaying weakly, even as the thick human cock was rammed deep inside her over and over again, spreading her to the very root each time.
“H-here it c-comes…” Nick groaned, straightening up slightly, grasping her hips with one hand and rutting into her urgently, spreading his stiff, throbbing cock deep inside her again and again.
Scootaloo whimpered in delight and anticipation, pushing back against him weakly, her soft flesh slipping around him, clenching and tugging at his cock each time he buried inside her, her slick liquids dripping off her clit to the carpet between her spread hindlegs.
Nick groaned in delight, holding the little filly tight against his chest, burying himself as deep inside her as he could get, humping into her jerkily a few more times as the tension broke and he started to pump burst after burst of urgent human spunk into her tight, underage little cunny.
Scootaloo’s eyes widened, and she squeaked faintly as she felt hot bursts of something deep inside her, splattering across her deepest barrier, pooling inside her belly in a river of molten warmth. She melted underneath him, her tight cunny clenching and milking at him in earnest as she came again, young cunt squeezing and milking around the stiff, spurting cock, trying to suckle as much of the gooey load from him as possible.
Groaning faintly, Nick jerked his hips against her, pumping her full of his spunk, feeling a slick dribble of it already starting to spill from around their union, the river of mingled liquids meeting at her clit and then drooling down over her belly before dripping to the carpet.
Nick tugged backwards after a few moments, groaning faintly and spilling onto his butt, gasping for air.
Scootaloo likewise collapsed, weakly supporting herself against the edge of the bed, hindlegs shaking as a gooey mess of human spunk starting to drool from her thoroughly-fucked underage pussy, dribbling down between her shaking hindlegs.
Nick lifted his head, staring at this delightful sight for several long moments, immortalising it in his memory, before rolling over onto his hands and knees and crawling towards the pegasus.
Scootaloo blinked once, giving him a scattered stare as he laid his head on the edge of the bed next to her own. “That… I… what… I… wow…” she mumbled incoherently.
Nick panted faintly, nodding and leaning in to kiss her gently. “I agree entirely.”
Scootaloo flushed deeply at the kiss, her cheeks turning a vibrant pink.
“I don’t want to go home,” Scootaloo huffed, kicking at the ground with a forehoof. “I want to stay and fuck more.”
Nick gave an anxious laugh at that, looking left and right to make sure nobody was nearby, “Ex-nay on the uck-fay!”
“Ex… what?” Scootaloo asked, bewildered.
“It means ‘don’t talk about that’!” Nick retorted, frowning deeply. “If ponies knew what we did, I would get in so much trouble.”
“Well…” Scootaloo trailed off, huffing and kicking the ground again. “I don’t wanna go home.”
“I know, I know,” Nick said with a wave of his hand. “But… that’s life. You can’t have fun all the time.”
“Want to,” Scootaloo muttered darkly.
“But can’t,” Nick said sternly. “You go back to your parents, and pretend like this never happened, understood?”
Scootaloo nodded, a sour expression on her face. “Yeah, yeah. You already made me promise.”
“Good girl,” Nick said with a slight smile.
“Can I still come over next weekend?” Scootaloo asked earnestly.
Nick checked both ways again, before asking quietly. “Are you going to bother me for sex all weekend?”
Scootaloo checked both ways as well, before smiling brightly and nodding. “Every morning, afternoon, and night!”
Nick sighed and shook his head, reaching out and petting her mane with a smile. “See you next weekend then.”
