Because sometimes the adorable fillies we love grow up to be adventurous young mares. Because sometimes, we happen to be in the right place at the right time. Because sometimes, their defiance is our gain, and sometimes, you shouldn't listen quite so much to your peers.
A writing trade for darf, who is a great author who writes things that make me feel funny. Regardless, criticism is always appreciated, no matter how cruel.
"Hey!" the voice insisted, joined with a hoof jabbing into your shoulder. Not again.
Today was your first day at Ponyville High. Your first day in Ponyville at all, actually. You'd moved from elsewhere, for reasons you'd rather forget, but you'd hoped none of that would matter here. You'd hoped that a fresh town could be a fresh start. The insistent hoof behind you told you different, almost certainly being from the class bully about to jab a quill through your wing or something equally mean spirited.
You turned around and hissed a "what?!", hoping to dissuade whoever it was from seeing you as an easy target. You were no stranger to bullying, you just hoped the advice you'd been given so many times would actually work here.
The small blue unicorn mare behind you reeled back in shock, her eyes flying wide as your reaction scared her. Great, now you were the bully. You muttered your apologies and asked her what she wanted.
"I uh," she whispered as quietly as she could, trying her best not to get the attention of Miss Cheerilee, who was apparently the teacher for both the lower and upper schools, "I have a note for you."
She closed her eyes and started to concentrate, and her horn began to softly glow and hum slightly. A small piece of paper shakily rose from her desk and started to make its way over to yours, shaking and twisting as it went as the poor unicorn struggled to control it. Sometimes you envied the magical powers of the unicorns, but most times you were just glad flying came naturally.
"What's this, then?" Miss Cheerilee asked, stamping the note down onto the ground with a hoof. The blue mare squeaked and went a little red.
"I'm sorry! I was just passing a note, Miss, I didn't mean to distract anyone!"
"Blue Bead, you know full well note passing is against the rules. I'm very disappointed that you'd try and distract our new student like that, I expect better from you. See me after class." Miss Cheerilee snapped, shaking her head and sighing as she crushed the note underhoof, ruining it and leaving its contents a mystery. You felt bad for "Blue Bead", but you had to admit it was her own fault.
She was distracting, though. It proved difficult to concentrate on mathematics when every couple of seconds there was a sniffle or a sob from behind. Some ponies took detention harder than others. Eventually, you stopped paying attention to whether x + y was z or q and started to daydream about clouds. Clouds were lovely, you'd always found them appealing. It came as no surprise to anypony who knew you that your special talent had ended up being Cloud-smithing, nor was the cloud in the shape of a hammer on your ass unexpected. Clouds came in so many different shapes and sizes that it made them infinitely more interesting than solving a simultaneous equation.
Eventually, you started to hear another sound over the chorus of light sobbing and the blurry, ignored teaching from in front. A quiet giggle from the back of the class followed every couple of sobs, almost as if somebody was laughing at poor Blue Bead - maybe you'd finally located the class bully. Casually but carefully turning around, you tried to find the source of the disturbance.
There she was, sitting at the very back of the class with her back hooves resting on the desk, leaning against the back of her chair. The orange mare had a harsh, but amused look on her face as she stared at Blue Bead, quietly laughing around the single stick of hay she held in her mouth. Her red mane had streaks of purple running through it at uneven intervals, and the whole thing was in that curious state of intentional mess, giving off an "I don't give a damn" attitude that must have required an hour a day to maintain. Her wings lay open at her sides, resting casually downwards and flicking around every few moments, blowing the manes of the students in front of her around.
Her smirk remained stuck to her face even as Cheerilee began to notice the disturbance, slowly looking over at the troublesome mare.
"Scootaloo, do you have something to share with the class?"
"Yeah, miss, you made Blues cry!" 'Scootaloo' mock-protested, very badly pretending as if she cared. "That's like, the third time today."
Blue Bead burst into tears. This was going to be a long lesson. Cheerilee simply sighed and got on with the class, noticeably less enthusiastic than earlier. Not that earlier had been very interesting either. Back to clouds.
Eventually - finally - the bell rang, and everyone but Blue Bead filed out of the room. It was the last class of the day, and that meant you could go home, just as soon as you swung by your locker to pick up your bag. Walking down the main corridor, you were faced with two very long walls completely full of lockers, and absolutely no memory of which one yours was in.
After a few minutes of fruitless searching, you heard a voice. "Hey, you, newfoal!" it called, sounding a lot like the misbehaving mare from your math class. Not the sort of pony you wanted to be hanging around with, not after how badly her kind had treated you before. Still, it sounded like you were about to get beaten up again anyway.
Your intuition proved correct as you felt her body push up against yours, slamming you into the nearest locker and pinning you there, your face pressed into the cold metal door and the keyhole jabbing into your cheek. You grunted in pain, and considered fighting back, but she was clearly much stronger than you, it'd be fruitless.
"You've been standing here for ages, foal, your locker's right there." she told you, jabbing a hoof into the name tag that was now directly in your vision. "Celest's sake, it's like you want to get beaten up or something." she swore, pulling back and letting you stumble to your feet.
Hi.
"Hey, I'm Scootaloo. You're that new guy, huh?" she asked, moving her head around to get a better look at you. After a few moments, she nodded. "Yeah, you're pretty cute. Wanna hang out some time?"
No, gosh no, hang out with somebody that brash, rebellious, naughty, misbehaving, and bullying? That was a terrible idea, you knew it was a terrible idea. On the other hoof, she hadn't beaten you up, and she called you cute - you'd never been called cute before. She was pretty cute too, in a rough and tumble kind of way.
Sure, you'd love to hang out some time!
"Awesome, how about the movie theater in town, about 10?" she asked, making it sound more like a date than "hanging out". 10 was way past your curfew, anyway.
"Same," she shrugged. "C'mon, live a little. Don't'cha wanna hang?"
Fine, 10. You figured you could probably make some excuse to why you had to be out that late and explain it to your parents anyway.
"Rad. See ya!" she replied as she walked over to her own locker, just a few steps away, and pulled out a scooter, throwing it down on the ground and stepping on. She let her wings spread wide - though they looked smaller than average, even up close - and began to flap, quickly accelerating away probably about as fast as you could fly.
You involuntarily laughed as you watched other students dive out of the way as Scootaloo made absolutely no attempt to avoid them. For the first time, you got a good look at her quickly receding flank, spying the wheel that marked it. Made sense that she preferred to drive along the ground, then, if it was her talent.
That night, you made your excuses (Exploring night-time cloud formation, apparently) and left, telling your parents you'd be back before midnight. You felt awful about lying to them, but you wanted to make a good first impression on Scootaloo - she was pretty cute.
In some ways, you hadn't been lying, the night sky was beautiful and the clouds peppering the horizon looked almost inviting enough to tempt you into a night of construction. A promise was a promise, though - you were taking Scootaloo to the theater.
You touched down outside the theater at about 10. She wasn't anywhere to be seen, but you were sure she'd be there soon. There was only one movie showing right now, you figured you should be chivalrous and buy the tickets.
"Age?" the bored attendant asked, peering down at you. "Stallions only, kid." she replied after you uncertainly told her your age. Great, that was embarrassing. So much for a first date.
You walked away, dejected, and sat on a nearby bench - Scootaloo was in your year, she wouldn't be old enough either. Maybe you could grab ice cream or something.
Eventually, you heard a rumbling as Scootaloo rode up to you, mane flowing in the breeze and helmet tied around the handlebars, quite pointedly not on her head. She was wearing a scratched, scuffed, and generally dirty looking jacket, the stitching haphazard and the material stained. "Hey man." she greeted, coasting to a stop and stepping off her scooter, kicking the brake on.
You gave her the bad news - the only film on was adults only.
"Pff, duh. Why would I go see some foal dung?" she replied, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, we'll take the side entrance."
Sneak into a movie theater? You'd never so much as sneaked food into one, never mind stolen the entire price. You weren't sure it was such a good idea.
"Pff, whatever, chicken. I don't need you to have a good time, you coming or not?"
Fine, you'd come. You just hoped you didn't get caught.
"Awesome!" she grinned. "Now follow my lead."
Scootaloo took off at a run, spreading her wings and using them to keep herself an inch off of the ground as she flew, moving silently through the dark straight past the back of the security guard on duty. You just flew over him, there was no sense being unnecessarily dangerous. When you silently landed behind her, Scootaloo was almost out of breath, as if a simple flight was huge exertion for her. Was she okay?
"Yeah, 'course I am, shut up." she snapped, pushing open the theater door with a hoof. "Now stay quiet, it's started so nobody'll notice if we're quick."
Scootaloo lead the way again, sneaking around the edge of the room until she found the empty back row, which she dived into. You took the seat next to her and started to watch the movie.
It seemed to be some kind of horror thing. As far as you could tell, having missed the first half hour or so, the black shadow pony had killed the purple pony's wife, and she was pretty mad about that. You didn't really get it, it seemed to rely on cheap jump scares more than any actual tense atmosphere.
The purple pony and her friend, the green one, were currently in some kind of carriage chase, with the black one following them at high speed brandishing some kind of knife. It was all very exciting, but you'd still rather be building a nice cloud structure.
"Psst." Scootaloo whispered, digging into your side with a hoof. "This is kinda crappy, huh?"
You agreed.
"Wanna make it a bit more fun?" she asked, pulling up the leg rest between your two chairs and leaning into you. Kissing seemed appropriate for a first date, you were up for that. You leaned over and closed your eyes, tilting your head as she probably did the same to meet you.
"Man, don't go all soppy on me, loverboy," she scolded, "I said fun, not lame."
Her hoof slowly trailed its way from your side down to your crotch. She was joking, wasn't she? You were in public, this was a first date! You'd never even kissed a mare before, never mind anything like that!
"Oh, sorry, I thought you were cool," she responded, given your lack of reply and the way your body froze up at her touch. "Must have mistaken you, maybe you should go hang with Blue Bells or something." You assumed she got the name wrong on purpose. Scootaloo was a bully, she was even trying to bully you into doing what she wanted, this was exactly what you'd been trying to get away from, and not what you wanted at all.
So why was your shaft slowly growing and catching Scootaloo's attention?
"That's more like it." she grinned, reaching her hoof out again. You didn't stop her. You scrunched your eyes closed as she touched, running her hoof along your quickly engorging length and barely suppressing a quiet giggle. It felt... brilliant. Her strokes were a little too hard, and the edge of her hoof dug into your skin a little at times, but other than that each movement of her hoof filled you with a blast of pleasure.
Somehow, knowing that there were ponies just in front of you enjoying a film made it even better. You knew that if either of you made a sound, people would notice you. They'd know you were underage, and you'd get thrown out. Your parents would probably be told, and they'd be told what you'd been doing. And you didn't care.
Scootaloo leaned into you harder, resting her entire body weight against your shoulder as one of her forelegs slowly pumped up and down. You slowly managed to wrestle your eyes open, and look down at her. Her eyes were alight with wonder as she played with your penis, marveling at the way it would bob and shift as she touched it, as if she'd never seen one up close before.
Her eyes flicked up, and she saw you looking down at her. Her expression immediately turned to one of faux-boredom, but she continued toying around with you, so you didn't mind.
You tried to turn your attention back to the film, hoping it could help ease the pain of having to contain all the noises you'd like to make. The black pony had the green one cornered in a dark room. You'd like to be alone in a dark room right now, with Scootaloo. The more she stroked your cock, the more you wanted to get away from all these other people and have her all to yourself.
You whispered to her, wondering if she'd like to make it even more fun.
"Sure, good idea," she responded, taking her hoof away and getting up out of her chair. You moved to follow, but she quickly pinned you down, pressing her body against yours and pushing you down into the chair. She stared into your eyes, mere inches away. "Stay there." she demanded, and started to slowly slither down your body, letting the damp end of your penis find itself in agony as her coat brushed against it, every touch driving you slightly closer to the edge. What was she doing?
Her intention became clear as her hooves landed on the floor with an almost silent clop, and she knelt down in front of your chair, staring your penis straight in the eye.
She enthusiastically leaped forward, taking as much of your length as she could handle into her mouth. Her tongue moved around slightly as she tasted around, licking some of the precum off of the side, and her face screwed up in distaste.
"Ugh!" she quietly exclaimed, her words vibrating her mouth and tongue, scraping them against you and sending even larger shocks of pleasure through your body than before, even. Regardless of the poor taste, Scootaloo closed her eyes and began to slowly pull her head back and forth, drawing her lips over your shaft in slow, deliberate motions.
After a few moments, she started to quietly groan, hopefully only audible to you, as her hoof subconsciously moved between her legs, letting her slowly stroke herself in time with each cycle of her head. Her eyes slowly closed as she found a rhythm, kneeling before you with her forelegs resting against the chair for balance.
Her groans grew louder as she grew more excited, quite happily rubbing her hoof against her virgin slit while she pulled her head back and forward, now slowly using her tongue to draw lazy circles and shapes over your penis as it rested inside the wet heat of her mouth, every instant it lay there sending shivers of ecstasy through your body.
You knew you couldn't last much longer, and from the way she was moaning almost unabashedly, neither could she. Her sucking became erratic and desperate as she continued, as if she were forcing you into orgasm by force of will alone. That didn't work, but the suction in her mouth, and the scraping of her tongue, did, and you soon felt the semen rushing through you you finally came under her pressure.
The first of your seed splashed against the back of her throat, and she pulled back instinctively, gasping "Eugh! Give me some warning next time, dumbass!" - or trying to, anyway. Pulling back and trying to talk while still in the firing range proved to be a bad idea, splattering her face with a healthy coating of your seed.
"Eeeeew!" she yelled, pulling back and hitting the chair behind. She took a moment to realise what she'd just done.
She looked up at you, her face still covered in your cum and your shaft only slowly getting smaller in front of her as you wallowed in the immediately post-orgasm bliss. She looked great, the mismatched purple streaks in her hair were joined by the occasional speck of white, and the patternless splattering on her face didn't look out of place.
"Run!" she hissed, pointing at the security guards entering the room. They'd been found out. You ran.
A few minutes later, you found yourself down a dark alleyway a few hundred meters from the theater, collapsed on the ground breathing heavily. Scootaloo was resting against the wall a few meters away, laughing.
"Man, that was awesome! I thought they were gonna get us for sure!" she laughed, rubbing her hoof against her face in an attempt to wipe away all the unwanted semen, "You're a laugh, man. We should hang out again some time."
Yeah, you should.
"Hey, my folks'll be here to pick me up in a minute, want a ride?" she asked, pulling you to your hooves and walking out into the street. You thought she scootered here?
"Yeah, but they don't like me scootin' this late. I get a free ride out of it, it's cool."
Sure, then.
The next few minutes passed in silence as the two of you slowly walked back to the theater, where she agreed to meet her parents. By the time you got there, they were already waiting - given that the movie hadn't even finished yet, they must have wanted to pick her up quite badly.
"Darling, where have you been?" her mother asked, concern lacing the edges of her voice.
"Ugh, I just went for a run, okay mom? You don't rule my life." Scootaloo snapped back. It didn't seem fair to her mother, to you, but you stayed quiet. "Oh, Mom, you're gonna need to drop my boyfriend off at his house, 'kay?" she added after an awkward moment of silence.
"Oh? Another boyfriend, dear?" her mother replied.
"Yeah."
"Well, just don't get up to anything when I'm not looking, okay?"
"Mom!" Scootaloo protested, as if the very idea of doing something as lewd as, say, sucking somebody's dick in a crowded theater simply wouldn't occur to her. "Just drive, okay?"
Scootaloo's mother sighed, and began to walk, carrying the carriage behind her and taking the two of you through the night. You looked over at Scootaloo and smiled. Eventually, she looked back, and smiled too.
Then you noticed it - a small blob of your semen rested on her cheek, clear as day. How her mother hadn't noticed it before you didn't know, but she surely would if she looked back. You motioned with your hoof, trying to show her there was something on her cheek. She shrugged back at you, she had no idea what you were talking about.
All too soon, you reached your house, and you saw Scootaloo's mother start to turn her head. There was only one thing to do - you darted across the carriage and gave Scootaloo a heavy peck on the cheek.
Sour, salty, and bitter. No wonder Scootaloo hadn't liked it, you tasted disgusting. You tried your best to stay composed as you swallowed it down, knowing full well that Scootaloo wouldn't understand why you did that.
"We're here, honey!" her mother announced, looking back at the two of you. Scootaloo took this as her chance to really piss her off, and grabbed your still-reeling head in her hooves, pulling it back towards her and shoving her tongue into your mouth.
She tasted like you. Bitter, sour and salty saliva mixed with your own as she enthusiastically kissed you, coating your chin with a thin layer of saliva as she moved and shifted a little too fast, putting all of her effort into it.
After a few long, no doubt incredibly awkward minutes, she pulled away with a loud pop. "See ya, loverboy." she waved, slapping your ass as you jumped out. Scootaloo's mother shook her head and began to trot off, carrying her away from you while she waved and wiggled.
Well, it was better than your last first day at school, that was for sure.
"Hey!" Scootaloo called from the back of the class as you walked in, almost sitting at your chair near to the front of the room. "Don't ya wanna talk to me?"
You sighed, you couldn't not go and sit next to her now, that was going to make paying attention difficult. Nobody else sat on the very last row, so you were free to take a seat right next to her. Surprisingly, Scootaloo actually had a textbook, and it was even open on the right page.
"Hey man, you should have seen my folks last night. So awkward, it was great!" she grinned, laughing as she looked over at you. "And uh, last night was pretty great too. We should do it again some time. Say, tonight, my place? My parents kinda want to make you dinner."
That sounded good to you, you couldn't wait to meet her parents.
"Yeah, sure, I'm sure they'll love you," she sarcastically quipped, rolling her eyes. "Now shut up, I like this lesson."
Ancient Equestrian history didn't really grip you. It didn't seem like Scootaloo's style to enjoy education, but she spent the entire lesson in rapt awe. Any time you tried to start a conversation, she'd hit you and tell you to shut up. She didn't even make fun of Blue Bead.
Eventually, it ended, and the rest of the class filed out. Scootaloo stayed put. You asked her if she was coming to lunch.
"Nah, I gotta finish up these notes."
Notes, as in, actually doing work? That didn't seem like her.
"Hey, history is awesome!" she protested, "Have you seen those spears? What about that chariot? They're pretty cool."
You shrugged, history had never really been your thing. You'd see her after lunch, then.
"Nah, just give me a minute, let's have some fun before class."
Instead of getting up, Scootaloo dived forward, landing on the desk and wiggling her legs. "C'mon, we've only got half an hour."
Was she serious?
"Yeah, man. Come on, don't be lame."
She had a point, you shouldn't leave a girl hanging. The desk left her at the perfect height, and her lusty face easily got you into the mood. You kicked her chair out of the way as you moved into position behind her, hoping to Celestia that nobody was going to come in and interrupt you during lunch - that would be more than embarrassing, it'd probably get you expelled.
Scootaloo sensed your hesitation, and was having none of it. Her impatient grunt was all the encouragement you needed - last night had felt fantastic, and that'd only been her mouth - What would the rest of her feel like? You quickly jumped up, resting your forelegs over her small frame, and started to move around.
After a few moments of shifting, you felt the tip of your cock brush against her tail, and you knew you were ready. Every moment you weren't inside of her felt like burning, you'd never wanted anything more in your life. Did you say want? You meant need. You needed to be inside of this mare.
You wriggled forward and felt the tip of your shaft touch against her. She was already wet, but the moment you brushed against her body you felt her tense up - something was wrong.
"No," she whispered, "No, it's fine. Just go on, do it."
Was she sure?
"Of course I'm sure," she snapped in return. "Just rut me already."
You were still worried, but that wasn't an invitation your body would let you consider turning down. Lurching forward, you felt your shaft penetrate her, slipping between her tight lips with an audible gasp from the filly pinned beneath you. It felt almost indescribable, her lips pressed against you so tightly that the slightly movement of her body translated straight into yours.
She gasped again as you pushed in further - not from pleasure, or surprise, this time, but pain. You stopped, resting halfway inside of her, and asked if she was okay.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she sniffed, "just keep going."
It was her first time, wasn't it?
"Yeah, so what? I want it, just do it." she replied, bucking backwards and forcing you a little further in to underline her point.
You continued, slowly and carefully pushing yourself inside until you'd completely mounted her. Her groans of pain began to die down as she got used to the sensation, and her body squeezed around you seemingly even tighter than before.
You had been hoping that this wasn't her first time too, because you hadn't been sure what you were meant to do next. Now you were there, in the heat of the moment, though, you found your body knew exactly what to do. Slowly, you began to find a natural rhythm of pulling out part of the way, and then slowly thrusting back in. It felt amazing, feeling the tight walls rubbing against you, and the slight shivers that vibrated through Scootaloo's young body as you made your way back inside.
She seemed to enjoy it too, resting her head against the desk and grunting far more in pleasure than pain, and her undersized wings spread out onto the desk as her subconscious grew more and more excited. After what felt like seconds, but was closer to minutes, Scootaloo weakly raised a hoof off of the desk, signalling you to stop. Reluctantly, you did.
Between gasps and pants, Scootaloo managed to speak a few words. "Do it harder, man."
You complied, pushing back in with more force than before, hilting yourself with a slight squish. She grunted in response, letting her hoof fall back to the desk in approval. Continuing, you tried to balance yourself against the desk so you could use your forehooves to help pull and push, increasing your speed and ferocity as you began to more quickly pump in and out of her.
Your ravishing was successful, and Scootaloo began to rhythmically moan as each stroke drove her a little wilder. Before long, the brand new sensations overwhelmed her inexperienced body, and her hooves found themselves helplessly gripping the desk as she tried her best to stay in position. Her face found itself scraping against the wooden supports as she began to groan louder, letting a little saliva drip out onto her textbook as each rough thrust felt like a hammer-blow of pleasure to her completely unprepared body.
Before long, the constant assault on your senses from the way her body contracted and squeezed around your thrusts began to overwhelm you. You felt a familiar tingle begin to grow - though much stronger now that you were doing it for real - as you realised you were quickly coming close to orgasm. You warned her, grunting out a few words between thrusts, but she didn't hear you.
Moments before the sensation overwhelmed you, you pulled back, escaping into the open air. The chilly ambient temperature blew onto your shaft, proving just how close to release you were as the slight sensation turned out to be too much, and your mind blanked out with pleasure as your seed shot out onto the barely concious mare still draped over the desk in front of you.
The feeling of hot semen splattering against her coat awoke Scootaloo from her happy slumber, and her head shot up from the desk. "Huh, was that it?" she asked. You guessed so.
"Huh. That wasn't as good as I'd heard," she complained. "Uh, I aught to go clean up, see ya."
Scootaloo shakily rose from the desk and ran over to the door, poking her head out to make sure nobody was looking before running out of the door, presumably to one of the nearby bathrooms. That left you in the classroom, alone, still semi-hard and with a desk covered in two different kinds of completely unacceptable liquid. You had some cleaning to do too.
All too quickly, lunch was over and your classmates filed back into the room. Scootaloo was nowhere to be seen, but you could smell her everywhere. You'd done your best cleaning up the desk, but the musk of recent sex almost stung your eyes with how potent it was - you just hoped that wasn't the case for people not sitting right next to the desk it happened on.
That she hadn't returned yet worried you. Her saddlebag was still lying by the side of her desk, and she'd been gone for fifteen minutes now. You'd give her a while longer before you were really worried, but it was still concerning.
Thirty-five minutes later, you'd had enough. You raised your hoof and explained to Miss Cheerilee you were feeling sick and needed to go home, and began your search.
She wasn't hard to find. Hopefully nobody else noticed it, because they wouldn't be looking, but the slight trail of conspicuous white fluid lead straight to the nearest little filly's room. Checking around to make sure nobody was looking, you snuck inside.
Scootaloo looked up, her eyes widening in surprise for a moment as she saw you. "Oh, hey." she sniffed, trying to act as hard and cool as ever.
Which she clearly wasn't - was she okay? Stupid question, but one that hopefully she would answer.
"Yeah, I guess," she admitted. "I just can't get this stupid stuff out of my coat. Could you...?" she asked, pointing to a small pile of paper towels on the side of the sink next to her. She was having trouble reaching her back, and her coat was starting to mat. You wouldn't have that problem, so you grabbed the first towel, wetted it slightly, and started to rub, slowly cleaning her off.
After a few moments, she asked "Hey, do you like me?"
Of course you liked her, you'd just had sex with her.
"No I mean, really like me. Not just think I'm cute, but like... am I cool too?" she asked hopefully, craning her neck around to look at you.
Of course she was cool, had she seen herself? Coolest kid in class, even when she wasn't there. You weren't sure what worried you more - that what you'd just said came so easily, or that you weren't lying. You aught to hate everything about her, and yet you didn't.
"Thanks. You're pretty cool too, man." she smiled. You smiled back - that was a proper compliment coming from her. You'd never been 'pretty cool' before.
"So uh, I was serious before, my parents'd kinda like to meet you properly. They think you got off on the wrong hoof." Scootaloo said, before adding with a grin, "How about we show them they're right? Serves 'em right for trying to rule my life, I say."
You wondered what her parents had done to deserve this treatment, but dinner at her place sounded nice. Maybe a night that turned out to be more than meaningless sex was just what you wanted.
"Awesome, see you there around eight? I told 'em seven, but be late anyway." she instructed with a sly grin. Before long, she was wiped clean, and she told you to just stay put a few moments while she swung into class and grabbed her bag. Poor Miss Cheerilee.
You didn't walk her home - you would have, but your house was closer, and she refused to not walk you home. On the way, your conversation topic mostly revolved around the battle strategies of the ancient pegasi tribes - you had to admit, they were 'kinda awesome'.
That night, at about half past seven, you decided it was time to go.
"What, again? This is the second day in a row you've been out this late, what's gotten in to you?" your mother asked. You were just going out, what was the big deal? Why did she have to be on your back about it, you weren't a kid any more. Jeez, you don't need babysitting just to go outside.
You flew out of the door before she could respond. It's not like she could stop you anyway. Scootaloo had given you some basic directions and a description of her house, it shouldn't be too hard to find.
*
Forty minutes later, you tiredly touched down outside of what was hopefully Scootaloo's house. The last house that'd looked right hadn't been it, and nor had the house before, but this one had a nice feel about it. It felt right.
You knocked on the door, and waited - hopefully this one wouldn't be some poor old mare you'd have to explain yourself to. Thankfully, it wasn't, it was Scootaloo's mother.
"Oh, hello." she said flatly, not quite icy cold, but far from friendly.
She turned and shouted back into the house "Scootaloo! Your friend is here!" before walking away without a word.
"Hey, man! You're late!" Scootaloo greeted, waving her hoof and inviting you in. She closed the door behind you, whispering "Well done, they're having to remake dinner." as you passed. That'd serve them right for trying to control her, you guessed.
"Hey, let's go meet the folks." Scootaloo suggested, leading you through to the kitchen where both of them were in the middle of cooking something.
"Hey, meet my dad, Terry," Scootaloo introduced, "and my mom, Orangeflap."
They both waved and greeted you back, before returning to their cooking. Not the warmest welcome you'd ever received.
"So uh, mind if we go and study a while before dinner?" Scootaloo asked, shoving you out of the room. Studying sounded good. Scootaloo's room was up the stairs, third door on the left. Her door was adorned with stickers from some popular bands, and half a dozen "Do Not Disturb" signs. It locked from the inside. She locked it the moment both of you were inside.
"I have been studying, actually. Y'know over lunch? I think we can do better. Get on that bed, dinner won't be long." Scootaloo immediately commanded, grabbing your collar with a hoof and slinging you over to the bed. You spread your wings and glided over, landing comfortably upsidown on the soft sheets. Scootaloo began to walk towards you, grinning and pulling off her faux-leather jacket with her teeth, throwing it down on the floor as she went.
This time you didn't need any encouragement, and by the time she'd slowly walked over to the bed, you were already rock hard, your shaft pointing upwards into the air as she jumped up onto the bed and stood in front of you. Her parents were just downstairs!
"I know. Try not to make a noise, okay?" she whispered, kneeling down and running her tongue from the bottom of your shaft upwards, wrapping her warm tongue around it as she moved. When she reached the top, she gave the head a small kiss, but then continued on upwards, climbing on top of you.
"Hold tight." she warned, peering down below her to try and align your two bodies. When she was sure, she began to lower herself, and you felt her slick, tight slit part to allow your entrance. She continued, slowly but constantly pressing down. Her eyes slid closed and her face screwed up in concentration as she dropped, smoothly impaling herself on your 'spear'. That was kinda awesome.
Eventually she stopped, having reached as far down as her body could take her, and you felt the end of your penis press against something deep within her. She gasped as she started to pull up, her upper lips parting slightly to let the air out even has her lower lips tried their best to close, hugging your length tightly as she moved.
Halfway up, she began to push down again, faster this time. Now she knew her limits, she seemed to feel more comfortable just going for it, recklessly bouncing up and down as she seemed to strive to make you cum faster than ever before. Her wings began to flutter as she used them to enhance her thrusts, her skill at scooting easily translating into effortlessly switching directions over and over again.
Before long, her mane grew even less well kept as her constant bouncing unsettled it, letting it jerk freely over her face and neck with each thrust. Her eyes screwed up in pleasure as she put all her concentration into just keeping bouncing, having far more fun this time around. Before long, she started to groan quietly at the apex of each thrust, as the top of your shaft slammed deep inside of her body, filling her small body with as much cock as she could handle.
Yours couldn't handle her, unfortunately. You felt the tingle once more, slowly spreading from down below as she jumped up and down on top of you, but every time you tried to speak she forced herself back down again, driving all the air out of your lungs and rendering speech impossible.
You came, hard. Harder than ever before, shooting what seemed like gallons of hot, sticky liquid deep inside of her. She stopped thrusting, letting her mouth fall open and her tongue roll out as her eyes glazed over, enjoying the sensation too much to care about the implications.
After a moment, she shook her head to clear her thoughts and sighed. Pulling up, you felt her body scrape over you once more as your shaft began to shrink back into your body, now satisfied. Scootaloo seemed to have more fun that time, that was nice.
She backed off a little, and bent down. Grabbing your shrinking cock in her hoof, she dived forward, taking it into her mouth and ferociously licking it, cleaning the errant semen off of it and tempting it back into life. You groaned as your overly-sensitive shaft was assaulted by her eager tongue, and though you willed it to continue shrinking as the sensations were almost overwhelming, the stimulation betrayed you, and it slowly began to lengthen.
Scootaloo continued sucking and licking, shifting to squeezing it between her lips and sucking along your length as it grew to its full glory, as she silently told you she wasn't done yet.
"This time, how about you let me cum first?" she sarcastically asked, pulling herself back up and quickly realigning herself. Your previous load was slowly dripping out of her and rolling down her inner thigh as she lowered herself back onto you. She continued her previous reckless fucking, even more frantic this time as her lust began to get the better of her.
The bedsprings began to squeak as her thrusts brought both of you into a bouncing rhythm, the bed adding force to your own subconscious thrusts as your body was racked with incredible agony. Your sensitive shaft begged you to stop her, but the rest of your body begged you to continue. Every thrust felt like an eternity of pleasurable agony as every motion she made transferred itself through her red hot inner walls.
Scootaloo's forelegs found their way to your chest as she anchored herself, still helplessly thrusting with her hindlegs and hips, putting all of her energy into pushing ever harder. None of her energy went into stealth.
Her groans grew in volume as she continued, her mane flowing over her face as it began to grow slick with sweat and she let her head drop, facing down into you with her mouth slightly parted to let her gasps and groans escape, and because she couldn't gather the concentration together to close it.
Slowly, she began to lose control completely, chaotically pressing against your body as her moaning reached a crescendo, vibrating the air around you as her screams escaped into the night. Soon afterwards, her no longer virgin hole began to contract around you, squeezing and pulling as she came properly for the first time. Her hooves pulled at your chest as her wings fluttered erratically and forcefully, pushing in no particular direction, and her eyes screwed closed hard enough to bring spots to her eyes.
All at once, she stopped. She fell silent, her forehooves collapsed, her wings fell to her side, and she landed on top of you. You pushed her to the side, letting her well-lubricated slit slide off of you as she landed on the bed beside you. The bed was soaked, you wondered how she was going to explain having to clean that.
Slowly, your penis receded, and Scootaloo began to breathe more normally. As soon as she was able to stand, you saw her greedily eyeing your cock once more.
You crossed your legs.
"Man, lame. That was fun though, wasn't it?" she asked, playfully punching you on the shoulder as you denied her. Yeah, that'd been fun.
"Heh, you think they heard?" she asked after a few moments of silence. Yeah, you imagined they did. Probably everybody heard.
"Oh, man, this is gonna be so awkward." she gleefully remarked, grinning and rolling over, dashing over to her mirror and taking a look at herself. "Man, I'm a mess. You aren't so clean either, by the way."
Did she have a bathroom you could use?
"Sure, but it's past the kitchen. Man, just grab a brush, they probably won't notice." she hopefully suggested. You weren't so sure, but brushing your coat and mane was all you could do.
She looked a little better with her mane straightened out, but there was no mistaking the thin trail of cum matting the hair on her leg if you were looking for it. You just hoped they weren't.
"Honey?" a voice called up from below a few minutes later, "Dinner's ready! Bring your friend!"
You looked at each other, grinned, and went downstairs. This should be fun, if nothing else.
Scootaloo quickly scurried over to her chair, hoping nobody would look at her lower half as she went. You walked more casually, just trying not to bring attention to yourself.
"So," Terry began, "You're our daughter's newest conquest, huh? How's she handling?"
"Dad!" Scootaloo shouted, her cheeks flushing bright red. "You are so embarrassing!"
Orangeflap laughed. "Really, though, tell us about yourself."
"Yeah, if you're not good enough for my little girl there are plenty of ditches around here." Terry added, laughing a few awkward moments later. Not laughing enough.
The dinner went surprisingly well. Both of Scootaloo's parents at least faked interest in cloud-smithing, and neither of them brought up the fact that you'd quite obviously been screwing their daughter mere moments before. That didn't help remove the fear you'd end up dead in a ditch come morning. You dreaded to think what your parents would think if Scoots was that loud under their roof.
Thankfully, neither of her parents brought it up, and you remained fairly confident the meal wasn't poisoned. At very least, you didn't feel poisoned. You liked not feeling poisoned.
"Are you absolutely sure you can't say?" Orangeflap asked as she showed you to the door after the meal was over, and you mentioned you really should be getting back home.
You were sure, you'd love to, but you couldn't. You were very thankful for their hospitality, though.
Immediately before you took off, Terry added in a completely steady voice "By the way, boy. The only reason those wings of yours'll still fly straight is because I respect my daughter's choices, but you do that under my roof again and you won't see a cloud up close ever again, you got that?"
You bolted. Of course they'd known, how could they not? She practically yelled the walls down, how could they possibly have not known? Hay, they would have smelled it anyway, she stank of it by the end. So did you, even. You made a mental note to stop by the lake before you went home, you needed to clean up before your parents knew too.
"Heyyyy mang!" Scootaloo slurred, falling into your side and resting there, "You ever tell your folks yet?"
It'd been a few weeks since the two of you met, and things had been going well. From the shaky beginnings, a relationship had bloomed. Your grades were slipping (Well, in freefall) but that wasn't important anyway. It's not like mathematics would help you build clouds anyway, screw it.
Just a few short weeks ago, you'd never have imagined yourself sneaking into a dirty local bar, convincing the barmare to serve you and Scoots with slick words and a few extra bits, and getting totally smashed just for the fun of it, but Scootaloo had showed you a whole new way of life.
You hadn't told your parents yet. As far as they knew, you were just "out", like you were most nights. They didn't know where, they didn't know who with, and they didn't know when you'd be back - and why should they? They didn't own you.
"Damn straight, man." Scootaloo grinned, holding her drink up in a hoof and trying to balance on her own again. She overshot and ended up sprawled over the table. Damn, did she look good like that. You hadn't done it in her parents' house again, for fear of your life, but you'd done it basically everywhere else. On a low-flying cloud, next to the lake, in a tree, on her scooter, on Miss Cheerilee's desk, you name it, you'd probably screwed her on it.
You wondered if she wanted to get out of the bar and head somewhere a little more personal. She nodded, and pulled herself off of the table, stumbling over until she could rest against you for support. She was drunker than you were, and you were far from sober.
A few minutes later, you managed to find your way through to a back entrance, tumbling out through the door after a long, painful journey including several upturned chairs, a few spilt drinks, a lot of dirty looks, and a mare who was clearly getting hotter and hotter pressing against your side. She was very, very distracting.
The door swung shut behind you as the two of you lay in a tired pile on the dark alley path. You wondered what would come next - there were some garbage cans, you could bend her over one of those. Maybe just push her against a wall, or take her right there on the dirty floor. You looked over at her for ideas.
She was sleeping. You blinked a few times and fought back a yawn - maybe she did have the right idea. Just a short nap, then you'd fuck her silly. Just a short nap.
The rising sun finally found its way down the dark alleyway, waking you and Scootaloo up with its angry, harsh glow.
"Uuugggghhhh," she groaned "did we sleep here?"
You guessed so.
"You remember anything about last night?"
You didn't think you did.
"Me neither. Awesome, must have been great fun."
Yeah. Yeah, it probably was. Everything always was, when Scootaloo was showing you how it was done.
