An assorted amount of stories featuring a futanari Scootaloo living with a college student. Here are some of the trials and tribulations they share.
TRIGGERS: Futa, Anthro, You, Scootaloo, Literary experimentation, All kinds of FUN THINGS
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Your phone vibrated. Reaching for the device, you answer it only to hear a young female voice on the opposite end. She saw your ad in the paper and wants to learn more about the place you're currently leasing. You invite her to come over and check out the building for herself. Little did you know this was going to start one of the best moments in your life.
This is an experiment in a series of short stories told from a different viewpoint than usual. Featuring a young college boy (being you) and an anthropomorphic Scootaloo sporting more than the average mare. If it goes well, I might add more to the story. I'm open to feedback.
Yes, Scootaloo is a young adult in this at about age 20-23. Her age is not explicitly mentioned, leaving the reader to whatever they want to age her as.
Scootaloo whistled as she walked down the carpeted hallway of your apartment. Your place really wasn't anything too special, but the rent was cheap and the location was a gold mine for a college student. Simple white walls, two bedrooms, a tiny living room, a single bathroom and a kitchen made up the layout of your place. Scootaloo was a rather decent roommate, she didn't make a mess, was relatively quiet and she appeared to show a keen interest in better knowing you.
As the mare strolled, wearing her signature Wonderbolts hoodie that she acquired during her previous "adventures". She never expanded on what that meant, and made it rather clear that it wasn't something she was ready to discuss quite yet. The mare stopped in front of the bathroom doorway, noticing a faint light underneath the door. Scootaloo jumped as the shower turned on, sending her heartbeat to turbo speed. Ever so slowly she reaches her hand to the doorknob, carefully twisting her wrist, her mind praying that she doesn't bring notice to her presence.
When you first met Scootaloo, she looked like an average girl, just covered in lush orange fur and sporting that luxurious dark purple tail that swayed about as she walked. Most humans would have just stared, like she was some sort of freak, yet you accepted her for who she was, almost happy for her company. That week was the start of Scoot's feelings for you, something she wasn't sure how to reveal.
After the start of Scootaloo's residency, she had a habit of walking about in rather revealing clothes, wearing extremely short purple shorts that covered about a hand's length of her thighs. You didn't really mind, thinking her fur was probably enough to keep her warm. But her love skyrocketed within two weeks into her lease.
While she was playing her Nintendo 3DS, which bore the insignia of the Wonderbolts Academy, something that Scoots talked often about but never really hinted at what it was, she managed to walk into the living room where she found you drawing something out of the corner of her eye. Glancing up from her game, her mouth dropped as she saw the form of a naked female equipped with something extra. A blush reigned down upon Scootaloo's face, her cheeks burning with sudden embarrassment, for she too had also been born with something extra as well, something that she hid in hopes to save her from ridicule. Horribly overwhelmed, she rushed out of the room sprinting back to her bedroom.
Breaking away from your Cintique, you can only register what you thought was genuine fear from Scootaloo. You never mentioned what exactly it was you were drawing, opting to draw more "appropriate" forms around her. Yet despite your discretion, you find that Scoots has taken more...lavish forms of revealing portions of herself. It started with the addition of her cock sock to her apparel, trying to be ever so subtle in having the sock in view. Occasionally, you started to notice her sitting in more revealing positions each time you were home, grinning with each glance at her that she saw. Over time this started to escalate, not that you really minded that. That is until she started sneaking peaks during what would be your personal moments.
The shower continues to run, water rushing through the pipes. Scootaloo quickly darts inside the bathroom, her back to the wall, watching attentively at your form casting a shadow against the curtain. Her hand moves to the twitching lavender sock she wore over her genitals, stroking the cotton bulge slowly, listening to the soothing resonance of the shower water colliding with your form. She becomes lost in the curves of your body, staring intently at the image cast by your own endowments. A few strands of drool ooze from her mouth as the tip of her sock darkens with her excitement. The mare slumps to the floor, her eyes not leaving your shadow. Another hand entraps her massive bulge in her pants, fondling her testicles endearingly as her taut panting increases under the refreshing steam filling the bathroom. Her relatively tiny feet kick against the bath rug in her excitement, trying to find purchase against her looming orgasm. Scootaloo's ministrations rapidly gaining speed as she sat watching you lather your body in soap, imagining how smooth your skin must feel.
Her cock surges, twitching as it fills outward, stretching her sock to damn near well bursting at the seams. Futaloo’s mouth opens as a breathless yelp penetrates the thick hazy caresses of the shower mist filling the room. Her mind races at how wrong it is for her to watch you like this, but she’s near powerless to stop herself from practically worshiping your body. Precum glimmers from her cock tip, her balls swelling under the increased pleasure, begging to be set free from their polyester prison. Scootaloo takes the remnants of her pants off, her balls surging as they rolled outward, practically filled with marecum just waiting to be released.
A faintly audible gasp lulls out of her maw, fairly certain that she can hear her seed churning in her cum pouch. Light grunts take the form of dense vapor contributing to the mild sauna temperatures stemming from the shower head. Beads of sweat trickle from the mare's brow, her chest heaving from her excitement. Her nipples hard from arousal, the young girl watches her breasts tremble in front of her. Penis surging with extreme arousal, rapidly reaching the precipice of her resistance. With a squeak, Scootaloo hits her limit, as cum rushes to her tip like a triggered gun, swelling through her urethra with a bang.
And just like that, the orange coated girl climaxes, sending litres of pent up seed flying at her face, neck and the wall behind her. Strands upon strands paint the young mare in gooey white seed, cascading down her orange fur giving her complexion a mottled look. Cum wallops onto her pertinent chest, letting it slide down her smooth tits. Lost in the foray of sexual passion, Scoots continues to climax until her ears perk up. The shower was no longer running. The orange furred girl quickly glances upward from her crotch to notice that you’re staring at her, hardon in plain sight, watching your roommate blow her load onto herself and the wall behind her, drawing an outline of the mare in sticky, musky seed.
Speechless, Scootaloo started to mumble. "Uh, um…"
With a meep, Futaloo darts out of the bathroom, leaving a thick cum trail in her wake as she rushes to her bedroom to clean up. Sighing, you move over to where the futafilly was very clearly enjoying herself and bring a finger up to the stained walls. Capturing several beads of her semen, you bring the musky fluid to your mouth, tasting Scootaloo’s quite virile liquids. In an instant, you’re overtaken by waves of hidden love wrapped in the sweetest flavors you’ve ever experienced in your lifetime. Her cum is a mere tribute to her feelings for you. You’re almost certain that it has a sort of magical element to it, revitalizing your body. It sends you reeling forward, tongue dangling from your lips as you lap up the remainder of your roommate’s delicious cum, savoring the rich semen on your tastebuds before swallowing it down.
If only she produced more, you think to yourself, rubbing your own erection as you clean up the mess left by the embarrassed mare. Her secret was known to you now. You had a feeling before, but now you could only think of the possibilities that were soon to be in store.
You awake from your otherwise peaceful slumber to hear what sounds like Scootaloo crying. Rising up, you slowly rub your eyes as your mind breaks out of its post snoozing trance. Wails of cries ring in your ears, as you quickly don a fresh pair of boxers before hastily moving to Scootaloo's room. Bringing your hand up to the wooden door, you lightly tap on the faux cedar material. No response.
You call out, a tinge of worry for the mare. "Scootaloo, are you okay?"
The inquiry is met with more sobbing, at this point you are absolutely certain something is wrong. Turning the handle you enter the room to find Scootaloo hunched over the side of the bed, her head hanging, kept up by her feminine palms. She doesn't even turn towards you, just barks at you to leave her alone, striking guilt into you. You remember that Scootaloo has been in her room since last night, which slowly stirs feelings of empathy. Not once had you considered what was going through her head when you found her soaked in cum on the bathroom floor. She probably was heartbroken, ashamed and embarrassed at what she had done, concluding that you'd never forgive her. As you run your eyes along her back, you note that her usually chipper orange fur looks more washed out than normal.
Sitting down on the plush mattress next to the mare, you wrap your arm around the distraught Scootaloo, cooing words of encouragement. You watch as her naked form slowly relax as she looks up at you, tears still welling in her deep eyes. You've never actually had a chance to admire the girl's exquisite magenta corneas before, how they wrapped around the lush dark canvas of her pupils. It was like looking into a shimmering, hand-carved gemstone, as a beam flowed through its form, casting waves of lights dancing gracefully along the ceiling above. Feelings of cool relaxation sends tremors up your spine, never before had you really stopped and looked at the cascading beauty of a girl's eyes before, much less Scootaloo's. Yet now that you have, you don't want to break free from the moment, like a pleasurable dream that you wish would last forever.
Scootaloo just stops, her sobbing subsiding as she stares back at your face. With you she feels safe, protected, that even the most vicious storm could never tear you two apart. No words are needed, your gaze speaks novels worth of your feelings. A small smile blooms from her snout, as she realizes that you accept her for who she is, even with her quirks. Wrapping her arms around you, she pulls you in closer to her chest, letting your head rest on her soft bosom. Before resting her head above yours, as tears of joy rain down her cheeks, an adorable smile blooming across her face.
She lets out a soft sigh, happy to have found someone that accepts her in an otherwise judgmental world.
Lounging on the couch in the living room, you pull out your tablet and begin to draw for a spell. Since Scootaloo's bonding moment with you, the two of you have been really hitting it off more, practically dating at this point. It was awkward at first, but now you can't stop thinking about her. Yet now was the time to focus, living off commissions meant that you had to keep drawing in order to pay the bills. Luckily Scootaloo is super supportive of you, occasionally checking in to see how you were doing. Sometimes she'd offer to play a couple of video games with you, a hobby both of you shared. Scootaloo was everything you could have dreamt for in a girl: adorable, caring, loving, and not to mention, simply gorgeous. But alas, you needed to focus.
Two hours pass.
"Ugh, I'm tired of drawing," you groan, your arm starting to cramp from the strain placed on it. Out of no where, you feel Scootaloo's presence snuggling up towards you, leaning over from the back of the couch. You can't help but notice she smells a bit peculiar...
"I bet you're awake enough for sex," the mare proclaims whispering the final word into your ear. You tremble a bit, your body lighting up at the mere sound gracing past your eardrums. You turn to your marefriend, nodding in response as she nuzzles your neck, giving it a tiny kiss.
Freeing her cock from its cozy hand-knitted prison, Scootaloo watches eagerly as her erect, twelve inch cock wobbles happily, splashing drops of pre onto your shoulder, as if to mark you as hers. You smirk as you wrap your hands around her mottled brown shaft, rubbing the smooth flesh with your palms. The mare coos above you, a moan escaping her mouth as she revels in the attention you're giving her extra part.
"I-I bet you're just in need of a sn-ack!" Scootaloo groans, trying to spice up the mood. You smirk at her quip, increasing your speed along her shaft, making extra sure to play with her bulging medial ring, knowing that it's one of her most sensitive parts.
Before long, Scootaloo clenches your forehead, digging her fingers into your hair, in attempts to move the action a bit forward. Smirking in response, you bring your head closer to the quivering cock, inhaling deeply, taking in as much of her tantalizing musk as possible. Her smell is a glorious mix of feminine arousal mixed with masculine strength, filling your mind with images of a pure lily standing atop a grassy hill overlooking a field of tranquil beauty. The flower unfolds, opening from a midsummer's rain as it wakes to greet the sunrise; leaves stretching out wide, ready to bask in the star's nutrients.
You let out a sigh, simply melting from Scootaloo's unique scent looming in your senses. You move your head under her cock taking in the sight of her hefty, cum filled orbs as they swell in anticipation. It's quite clear that Scootaloo is quite pent up, and you would happily assist her in relieving her need.
Bringing her cock close to your mouth, you lovingly lap at the tip, capturing her precum with your tongue, letting it swirl amongst your tastebuds before swallowing with a content sigh. Scootaloo bucks her hips forward, a bit of her marejuices run down the inside of her thigh. She still requires your help. You bring your tongue back to her endowment, circling it around the circumference of her penis before bringing her cock to your mouth.
"Oooooooh~," a moan fills the room from the titillated mare. She pushes forward, shoving more of her length down your throat, not that you really mind. You continue to suck, taking advantage of your esophagus, working the muscles around her shaft. You're a bit new at this but you dismiss all restraints, focusing on bringing your marefriend to orgasm. Lips in the form of a seal, you bob your head along her penis, increasing the suction tenfold as your mouth strains to remain open as wide as it is. But you push through and judging from the shriveling anthropomorphic pony standing above you, you're doing excellent. You can't help but let out a mental grin as you run your tongue along the underside of her cock, pushing against the bulging veins.
"AH!" Scootaloo squeaks, making it quite clear that she enjoys the pressure against her penile flesh. The orange mare pulls your face forward, shoving several more inches into your maw, her hips bucking wildly as her release approaches. Holding your breath, you brace for her thrusts, letting her take dominance.
With a load groan, the young mare bottoms out in you, her orgasm following right afterward, sending thick gooey strands of her sperm down your throat. You're amazed by how much of it there is, you can feel her cock swelling as it continues to pour several litres of her cum directly into your stomach. Your balance feels a bit off actually, your eyes trickling down past the cum hose shoved snugly in your mouth to notice that your belly has started to expand outward, filling up with Scootaloo's dense fluids. The sheer volume she had stored up in her balls is simply astonishing.
After what seems to be several long minutes, you finally feel the final trickle drop from her cock, Scootaloo rubbing your head endearingly. You groan as she pulls her thick erection out of your gullet, breaking free with a loud plop. You notice she's panting, quite worked up after such an intense orgasm, the bottom of her shorts completely drenched in her juices.
You clean the remnants of her spunk from her meat, slathering it onto your tongue. Just before you can down the savory treat, Scootaloo pulls you in close for a deep kiss, her tongue pushing its way into your mouth, as she grabs the collected remains of her orgasm. The two of you share the load, lost in a tender, passionate moment.
A hand rubs against your swollen stomach, caressing the bulge in your tummy. Your belly gurgles in response, content from the delicious meal. You can feel her sperm slosh as she pats the expanded area endearingly. A generous warmth resonates throughout your being from her abundant load. Your head rolls back, still locked in a kiss as Scootaloo embraces you lovingly.
Two hours pass....
You awake to find yourself on the couch smothered in a warm blanket. Your head rolls to the side as you notice your tablet lying on the coffee table next to a red thermos. A yellow sticky note is attached to the bottle. Sitting up, you moan as you feel the remnants of your marefriend's seed still inside you. Your stomach doesn't look as big as it was before, but it's still rather sizable. Pulling the thermos over, you read the note:
