> Braeburn Babysits
>  by Guildgate
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> Scootaloo
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All of the Cutie Mark Crusaders we asleep on different spots in the room, Braeburn noticed. Apple Bloom was on the couch, with Sweetie Belle on the rug, followed by Scootaloo under a small table. He walked over to her and bent down.
“Hey Scoots?” He said, gently shaking her shoulder.
“What.” Scootaloo said, fully awake.
“Do you wanna sleep in my bed?” he asked. “Aye would rath’r have you sleep there then I.” Braeburn offered to her. She didn’t say anything, but simply nodded as she got up and followed him.
Braeburn, who was there subbing in for Applejack as the babysitter while she was in Canterlot, had grown to like the three young fillies, especially her cousin. They were nice, quiet, and most importantly, polite. Pleases and thank yous were important to him, and they all followed suit.
Scootaloo spoke up again after she got into the covers. “Where are you going to sleep?” she asked.
“On the floor.” He replied. “But don’t worry, I’m fine wit’ it.”
“Well that is just stupid.” she replied, frowning. “Just sleep in here with me.”
“Are ya sure?” he asked. Braeburn knew this was awkward territory, but, in reality, the last thing he wanted to do was sleep on the wooden floor.
“Of course. But uh, I have to tell you something kinda… embarrassing.” He normal color was now a deeper shade of red as she began to blush.”
“You can tell me. Maybe ah can help?” He offered as he got into the bed next to her.”
“I have been kinda… wetting the bed lately. But it isn’t pee- oh dammit.” Her blush became a crimson color from the soft red it was.
“You alright?” He asked her, suddenly nervous.
“It’s happening again!” She pulled off the covers and indeed, a small wet spot was on the sheets. “Do you know what it is?” Scootaloo asked.
Braeburn definitely knew what it was because he could smell it. It was a familiar smell, one that always came up when his marefriend was… fertile. It was the scent of musk.
“Well, Scoots. That is uhm….” How should he approach this? “When a filly becomes… of age. She begins to prepare her body for… mating.” It was now his turn to blush.
“Oh…” She said, getting the idea.
Both of them sat awkwardly for a few seconds, before Scootaloo broke the silence.
“Can you help me?” she asked.
Braeburn’s jaw dropped. Did he really hear her correctly?
“Uhm, I-I can’t really-” she cut him off.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone!” she said, “But I can’t have this keep happening and no matter what I try nothing happens. At this point I’ll do anything.”
Braeburn sighed. What should he do? He could teach her how to clop but…
He felt his own member beginning to rise, and an idea crossed his mind.
“Well… yeah, ah guess I can help. But you can’t tell no one, not even Sweetie Belle or Apple Bloom, alright?” He couldn’t believe he was going with this. “Lay your backlegs off the bed.” He instructed, “And uh, bring down your tail.”
Scootaloo, who was so giddy with excite did so without hesitation, laid back, exposing her pussy to Braeburn, who was in perfect position now to get a view of her eye candy.
“Like this?” she asked. Her innocence was extremely arousing, as his stallionhood stood at full-mast. “Perfect.” He replied, a devilish smirk on his face.
“What is- Ah!” She was interrupted by Braeburn, who did not hesitate plunging in face first into her pussy, and let out a long, loud moan. Her nether region was assaulted by his tongue, lapping up her now fully lubricated marehood and licking her inner thighs. He paid special attention to the small nub on her vagina, and each time Braeburn touched her love button, he could see her visibly shudder. While he was in heaven, however, Scoots was on Cloud Nine. It seemed like every part of her was flying. Whatever Braeburn was doing, he was doing well. She felt something open in her chest, a burning sensation being scratched by her new lover, and her mind was overridden by these feelings until she could barely breathe. After a few minutes, Braeburn finally pushed his tongue into her inner walls, the young foal could not taking anymore, and was sent into her first orgasm, as her back spasmed and her legs clenched Braeburn’s head in place, all of her motor functions let go as she went limped. The experience only lasted a few seconds, it felt like an eternity of bliss.
After a few minutes of her panting and Braeburn smiling, she looked up and said only three words. “I. Need. More.” And Braeburn happily obliged.
Carefully, he positioned his stallionhood in front of her nether region, which was again dripping with mare lube. He decided to go in slowly, and slowly pushed the tip in, penetrating her young pussy for the first time, and she let out a high-pitched moan. After a few minutes of prodding, and giving her the time of her life, he finally had his entire member inside of her. “Alright, I am going to start thrusting now, Scoots.” Braeburn warned, but she could only nod. Braeburn slowly started to thrust in and out. Slowly at first, but as time passed, he picked it up until he was rutting her as fast as he could, his balls slapping against her cute ass as he plunged in and out. He was in heaven, and could tell he was about to finish, and, by the way her screams were getting louder and louder, could tell she also was about to. “Braeburn! I-I’m gonna p- pee!” Knowing what she meant, he went as fast as he can, moaning in pleasure. “Scootaloo!” He yelled, before spilling his seed inside of her, and the unexpected feeling against her cervix sent her over the edge, her inner vaginal walls clenching his cock and milking any that was left.
After this experience, Scootaloo couldn’t help but pass out, and Braeburn began cleaning up with a warm towel, glad he could help out his niece’s friend. After he finished, he curled up next to her in bed, his last conscious thought being he cummed inside, while she was in heat. But before he could process this, sleep overtook him, and he couldn’t think anymore.