Scoot's Surprise
"Hey, Rumble!"
Rumble looked over to see who was calling him, and when his eyes locked onto the orange and cerise filly, he smiled as he saw her practically at a gallop. He braced for impact, and was glad he had when she hit him at full speed, knowing if he hadn't, they'd have gone tumbling like the many other times she'd tackled him before. He felt her hooves wrap around his crest, squeezing him in a tight hug. A little too tight.
"Need...air!" Rumble gasped out, relieved as Scootaloo loosened her grip on his neck, if just a bit.
"Sorry, I'm just so excited to see you! Class was way too long like always, and I super wanted to come out and gallop around, but they always make us just sit and learn and all I could think about was riding my scooter and hanging out with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom and...and..." Scoots let out in a rush, "...and seeing you again."
Rumble smiled, before rubbing noses with her, then meeting his lips to hers. They'd been officially dating for a few months, but it still felt weird to be affectionate with her like this. He had asked her out before then too, but she always said she had a Cutie Mark Crusader meeting or something with her aunts to attend to. Finally, one day when he’d asked again, expecting another ‘I’m busy’, he was stunned when she had actually said yes. They'd been going steady ever since.
"I know, I felt the same way," Rumble said with a grin, breaking the brief kiss, "Ever since we've started dating, I've always...wanted to be with you. To hold you close, to kiss you...to show how much I...really, really like you." He didn't often display his emotions like that, but with Scootaloo, it felt right to, just like how she always shared how she was feeling with him.
"So, the reason why I wanted to see you so badly, well, besides loving you of course, was that I wanted to tell you something. My aunts are gonna be out of town this weekend and, since I'm so responsible for my age, they're gonna let me stay home alone for the first time!" Scootaloo exclaimed, seeing the expected, surprised expression on her coltfriend's face.
"Wow, really? Lucky! My big bro will hardly let me out of his sight, let alone my parents!" Rumble said with a chuckle, "They're...a little...overbearing."
"Yeah, I know, that sucks. So, anyhow, I was thinking...wanna come and hang out? It'll just be us two, and we can eat all sorts of junk food and watch Cutie-Mark-Only movies, and..." Scootaloo said, before pausing there, her cheeks flushing, "...a-and maybe...make out a lot? Maybe do a little something more?"
"Scoots, you know my parents would never approve of me going to my fillyfriend's house without supervision!"
"Well, just tell them there will be! I mean, I'm practically as mature as a mare anyhow, despite only being thirteen!"
"Well, I dunno..." Rumble said, squirming a bit at the idea of lying to his parents.
"Just think of all the fun we'll have..."
"Yeah...I think you're right. I'll tell them. They shouldn't ask to see your aunts about it either. They're not really...super sociable."
"Great! So, just come over around six Friday. I should be ready by then."
"'Ready'?"
"Yeah, ya doof! I've gotta get the food ready and stuff!"
"Oh...right..."
Scootaloo gave a little laugh, shaking her head. "Colts, I swear," she said with a grin, then meeting Rumble's lips in another soft kiss.
"So, you ask your parents?" Scootaloo asked Rumble the next day after school, breaking a kiss. They were behind the Ponyville schoolhouse again after class, where they always went when they kissed or just wanted to be alone with each other. The other foals and Cheerilee had left the schoolground already, leaving just them still there.
"Yeah, they said I could spend the weekend, as long as somepony older was there," Rumble replied, quickly finding himself in another hug.
"Well, I'm a few months older than you, so I think that counts!" Scootaloo said with a chuckle, before meeting her lips to his again.
"Right..." Rumble replied, squirming a bit again in her embrace when the kiss ended. He didn't like having to lie to his parents like that, but the allure of spending a whole weekend alone with Scootaloo, just them together, was too good of an offer to refuse.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow, OK? Oh, and remember to bring your homework and textbooks. I'm a bit behind and need some help catching up." Scootaloo said, playfully batting at one of Rumble's wings with a hoof.
"Yeah, tomorrow. I need to get home soon, before Mom sends Thunderlane out looking for me again."
"OK, go on then. Love ya, Rumbly."
"Love ya too, Scoots."
Rumble knocked on the door of Scootaloo's aunts' house. It was half an hour earlier than Scootaloo had told him, but he didn't think she'd mind. When Scootaloo's aunt answered the door instead, Rumble almost bolted in surprise, thinking they'd be gone. "Well, hello there Rumble!" Aunt Holiday said, giving the light-grey colt a friendly smile, "What're you doing here? Me and Lofty are going out for the weekend, and Scoots didn't say anything about having company, especially not a colt."
"Yeah, sorry about not mentioning that," another voice came from behind Holiday, Rumble quickly finding Scootaloo standing beside her aunt, "I asked Rumble over to study today before learning you two were leaving and didn't really wanna break the meeting. I'm getting a bit behind in math, and he's really good at it, so I figured we could study together."
Rumble had to say, he knew Scootaloo was crafty, but he was pretty impressed at how she could set things like this up. He indeed had brought his textbooks and homework with him, as Scoots had told him to, and saw Holiday's face light up. "Aw, I'm so proud of you Scootaloo, taking your schooling so seriously," Holiday said, giving her niece's mane an affectionate mussing.
"So he can stay? To study and maybe hang out? He might need to crash here tonight too." Scootaloo asked, before giving an internal sigh of relief as her aunt nodded.
"Of course he can! So cute, wanting a sleepover even at your ages...so, there are some premade, quick fix foods and leftovers in the fridge, dinner's on the stove, and there are plenty of fresh veggies and fruits for snacks. Scootaloo, I also left you some Bits on the kitchen counter if you wanted to order some pizza or hayburgers. I left the contact for the hotel we're staying at in the kitchen should you need us," Holiday said and, as she did, Aunt Lofty came down the hallway carrying two heavily stuffed suitcases, wearing a rather silly tropical hat and shirt. "Well, guess we're ready then. Bye Scoots, take care, and try not to burn the house down!"
"I won't, bye! Enjoy your trip to H'wa'neigh!" Scootaloo said, waving goodbye. When they were out of sight and earshot, Scootaloo turned on Rumble. "I told you to come at six, Rumble, not five-thirty!" she hissed, before taking a deep breath and following it with a smile. "I wanted to avoid telling them. My aunts said they'd leave at fifteen-til, but I wanted to give them another fifteen just in case they stayed later. Good thing I'm awesome and made that cover story for us and had you bring your school stuff, and that they're not as stuffy about colts and fillies hanging out as some ponies are."
"Sorry...I just wanted to see you so badly..." Rumble said, seeing the small smile from Scoots grow. He soon felt her lips on his, with him kissing back just as eagerly.
"I know the feeling, love. C'mon, I helped make dinner. Hope you like spaghetti! We can also watch that new Colt Eastwood movie I've been dying to see on Hoof-Flicks, but my aunties say it’s too violent!"
As Rumble entered the house, he found it rather homey, if a bit outdated in decor and furniture, just as would be expected of older ponies. Then there was the smell of tomatoes and basil strong throughout the house, and also the scent of baking bread.
"Mom and Dad would ground me for a month if they found out there were no parents here..." Rumble said as he thought about that again, deeply hoping they wouldn't find out.
"Eh, chillax. We'll finish up our homework before you head home Sunday evening. Meanwhile, we've got the whole weekend alone! Isn't that awesome?!" Scoots said, practically beaming, her small wings buzzing at her sides, before her ears perked as she heard a timer going off, "Hey, gotta go get the bread out of the oven and get the spaghetti off the stovetop. Go ahead and sit down at the dining table, and I'll be back in a few with the grub, cutie!"
Rumble felt his cheeks flush at the compliment, before doing as asked. The dining table and chairs looked like Scoot's aunts already had them for a few decades, the quilted tablecloth looking even older. Thankfully, he didn't have long to dwell on it, as Scoots came racing in with two plates of food, before placing one before him. In a word, it looked and smelled delicious, the scent of slow-cooked spaghetti sauce and aromatics – alongside fresh-baked, buttered bread and steamed veggies – quite pleasant to the hungry colt.
"Well, dig in. We made a big pot, so there's plenty if you want seconds, or even thirds!" Scootaloo said, before digging right into her own plate. They ate in comfortable silence for a while, before Scootaloo got up and put something on the TV. As the sound of Appleoosen music, cowpony slang, and magic-slinging sounded out, it was clearly that Colt Eastwood movie she mentioned. As he looked over, he found he could only just barely see the fairly large TV from the dining table.
"Hey, on second thought, we can't see the TV very well from here. Let's go eat in the living room instead!" Scootaloo said, getting a nod from Rumble. As they walked there, Scootaloo leading, Rumble's eyes widened as he watched Scootaloo’s tail suddenly flagging aside, before winking her clit at him! Rumble's jaw dropped, his cheeks flushing red, his mind racing. Surely it was an accident, he thought, but he didn't see a way something like that could have been accidental.
"So, what do you think about Colt Eastwood? I think he's awesome! Almost as awesome as Rainbow Dash, but not quite," Scootaloo said, clearly completely oblivious to the extremely lewd gesture she'd just done as she sat on the couch, patting the spot next to her, "C'mere, sit next to me. Plenty of room."
Rumble happily complied, placing his plate on the coffee table in front of them before then sitting next to Scootaloo, before feeling her head rest on his shoulder. "I think he's pretty cool..." Rumble said, before hearing another warcry bellowed out from the buffaloes on the TV, hearing a gruff stallion's voice telling them to 'get outta town' before a rapid smattering of magic bolts launched from his horn.
They ate their meal and watched the movie, Scootaloo's head never leaving his shoulder, and Rumble felt a sudden, intense urge to just kiss her. He didn't want to interrupt the movie, however, but quickly realized her ear was right next to his muzzle and wouldn't block her view. He gave it a little kiss, which quickly prompted her to look up at him and grin. Before he knew it, her lips had met with his.
Tomato sauce and Scootaloo’s flavor was a good combination, Rumble found, as Scootaloo's tongue pushed into his mouth, quickly finding his own and making him softly moan at the sensations. He could see Scootaloo's wings rising, and felt a stiffness in his own wings, as well as elsewhere too. They kept kissing for a while, the TV forgotten, the world forgotten, the only thing that mattered to them at that moment being each other.
It wasn't long until her kisses started going lower, Scoots nuzzling into Rumble's throat, prompting a soft gasp from him. As she nuzzled lower still, into his sexually-sensitive chest, he started blushing again. They both knew how sensitive that area was for a stallion from sex-ed, but he chose to not mention the tension he was starting to feel in his sheath.
Her kisses went lower still down his barrel, but when she reached just short of his bulging sheath, Rumble stopped her by softly placing a hoof on her head. "Scoots, what're you d-doing?" Rumble asked, seeing as Scootaloo looked up at him, her expression between frustration and one that a foal may have when caught stealing a cookie from the jar.
"Well, was kinda hoping to get you out of your sheath first before telling you, but..." Scootaloo said, before meeting eyes with him, "I went into my first heat yesterday after you left, and I was kinda hoping you could help me out with it...over the whoooole weekend."
"But I...you...you don't smell like...h-huh?" Rumble asked, his thoughts and emotions a flurry.
"Yeah yeah, I know fillies are supposed to have a certain smell when in heat, but I raided my aunts' supply of heat suppressants when I realized it was starting. They help keep my scent down and my fluids from leaking too much, so my aunts don't know I'm in heat. But, they can't get rid of the...burning," Scoots said, still looking Rumble dead in the eyes. "The only thing that can do that is you."
Rumble was at a loss for what to say. On one hoof, he really loved Scootaloo, and knew she loved him. She clearly wanted to take the next step now and share their first time together, but on the other she was in heat, without foal control and Rumble knew the dangers of having unprotected sex during a mare's most fertile time. They'd made that very clear in school. "I, um, oh..." Rumble said lamely, getting a roll of the eyes from Scootaloo.
"Look, if you don't want to, we don't need to. I have a toy I can use later in the bathroom or something, and it's not like I want you to pin me down and put your big..." Scootaloo said, before hesitating, "...we don't have to, OK? Just...nevermind," She then started the movie, before Rumble paused it again.
"Wait. If we did want to, y'know, did you have any...you know...?" Rumble asked, making a motion with his hooves like he was rolling something over something else.
"Any what? Condoms? Nah. My aunts are too old to be sleeping around...as far as I know...also ew, thanks for that mental image...and I can't exactly waltz into a store and just buy some. My parents would have a fit, and I know yours would too if they ever found out!" Scootaloo said, "Look, we could just do some more oral, alright? No need to go any further if we don't wanna. I just...really need something. My hooves aren't enough anymore, or my toy..."
Rumble knew it wouldn't be his first time getting a blowjob from his marefriend, or going down on Scoots, but it would be the first time while she was in season, and he didn't know if that would change anything. "I...I guess that's alright..." Rumble said, still a bit hesitant about the situation he now found himself in. This was the first breeding season they were together with her being part of it, and Rumble remembered from sex-ed that mares or fillies sometimes lost control of their inhibitions when they were in heat, their breeding instincts taking over and making them do things they'd later regret, especially during their first estrus cycle when they didnt know what to expect from them. Still, he thought that since it was only oral, surely nothing bad could come of it. After all, he couldn't exactly get her pregnant with just his tongue!
"Cool," Scootaloo said simply, then started right back where she'd left off. She gave Rumble's sheath a gentle kiss, prompting another soft gasp from him, and she repeated it again lower. After her third kiss landed on his balls, Rumble's flare had made its appearance, with it then prompting her full attention. She slathered the rounded bulb with hot licks, Rumble's hips squirming at the sensations of that slick muscle sliding over his cock’s most sensitive part. It wasn't long before the rest of his shaft slid out, welcomed directly into Scootaloo's maw as she eagerly slid down his length.
Rumble was in his own little piece of heaven as he felt Scootaloo's warm mouth around his hardening member, feeling himself growing erect while it was cocooned by his lover's warmth. Soon, as she started bobbing her head, sending sparks of pleasure through his cock and up his spine, his breaths devolved into panting. She was always eager to please him, but today she had a…hunger he'd never sensed in her before. "H-holy crap Scoots..." Rumble breathed out, feeling her start to suckle on him as his head tilted back in sheer bliss.
Scootaloo, for her part, loved the feeling of her lover's hard rod in her mouth, using her tongue to caress it, to feel every vein or bump on it, enjoying his masculine scent and flavor. She kept the pace slow, hearing the quiet sighs or coos from Rumble as she had him in her complete control, using her hooves to softly rub his inner stifles as she pleasured him. As she looked up, she saw his expression was tense, looking down at her in awe at how she was making him feel. When their eyes met, Rumble moaned at how sexy that sight was, seeing Scootaloo's beautiful purple eyes, full of love for him, looking into his as she had his dick in her mouth.
Rumble's hips jerked fitfully as she'd pulled up and focused her licks on his flare's ridges when he'd reached his full length, and Scootaloo couldn't help but smile at how good she was making him feel. She felt her own intense carnal needs, but pleasuring her coltfriend like this, making him feel this good, was blissful in itself.
"S-Scoots...I can't..." Rumble said a few minutes of Scootaloo's blissful ministration later, feeling his flare growing bigger in her mouth as the tension in his pelvis grew more and more, knowing he was nearing his climax. To his displeasure, Scootaloo pulled off from him, leaving his flared, spit-soaked spire exposed to the cool air instead of the warmth of his lover's maw. "...w-why'd you stop? I was really close!"
"Cuz I don't wanna have to wait for you to get hard again after you blow your load. I want you to fuck me, Rumble, now," Scootaloo said in the most wanting, desirous tone he'd ever heard from her, as though she'd die if he didn't put his dick in her soon. Rumble watched as Scootaloo stood from the couch and mounted the table in front of them, lifting her tail up and exposing the entirety of her most private place to her coltfriend.
As he eagerly looked at her presented treasure, Rumble saw that Scoot's deep orange vulva was swollen intensely in her need, covered in her cloudy-clear breeding fluids. Her pert ponut of the same color above it shared the same fate, glistening with her natural lube, and her purple tail also looked like she'd just gotten out of the shower with how saturated it was in her arousal. So much for the suppressants stopping her from getting wet, he thought.
"B-but...I thought we were just gonna do oral?" Rumble asked as he stood and approached her almost against his own will. As he got so close to her, he realized how good she smelled, a deeply-musky scent that denoted her fertility, calling to his deepest animal mind to just climb on her and breed her; to continue their species just like they were supposed to when she was in this state.
"Well, I changed my mind. I want you to fuck me for real now, Rumble. Can you do that for me? It burns so much...please?" Scootaloo practically begged, her clit winking, rapidly flashing her deep-pink insides to her stallion in invitation, "I mean, you can pull out just before you cum, right? No problems then..." Rumble had never seen her like this before, never seen her so desperate for something. So desperate for him.
Though he still felt nervous about doing this without protection, in his hormone-driven state, he knew he could pull out of her in time before he came. Or, at least, he hoped so. Plus, he really did want to find out if sex was as good as the other colts at school insisted it was, especially with a filly in heat. But first, he had some repayment to do.
Scootaloo yelped in surprise as she felt something wet and warm lapping between her legs, before giving a quiet moan as Rumble's tongue slid just between her lower lips. "R-Rumble~!" Scootaloo said deep in her throat as he kissed her lips in an entirely more lewd way than earlier, her hips hitching up a bit as she felt another and another lick on her swollen labia. It felt even better as his tongue sunk just between her lips, seeking the cleft in her pussy, before getting a quiet yell of pleasure from her. He felt her clit wink into his mouth as his tongue's tip found it, a huge burst of sensation going through her as he wrapped his lips around it. "R-RUUUMBLE~!"
Rumble, meanwhile, enjoyed the flavor and scent of his aroused filly once more, though it had a muskier flavor now, him figuring it was because she was in heat and fertile. He was gentle, methodical, doing everything he knew she loved from their previous times, getting her into a good pattern of winking as he licked over her clit's cleft and the bulb itself whenever it would peek out.
As he then placed a hoof on either flank-cheek and spread her slit open, Rumble got a muffled squeal from her, Scoot's hips arching up at the added stimulation of her pussy, before he dove muzzle-first into her dripping slit.
Scootaloo started licking on her hoof to help cope with the pleasure as he unleashed his tongue's talent on her, back legs trembling as they almost failed to hold her up (1044756 here) Being in heat made everything so much more intense, she realized, the feeling of his tongue within her now bringing pleasure twofold what those sensations usually were for her.
"F-fuck..." Scoots breathed more than said, her hips grinding back against Rumble's muzzle as he tongue-fucked her with enthusiasm. She loved it when he'd do this for her in reciprocation for sucking him off, but something about it just wasn't doing it for her tonight. Sure, his tongue felt as great as always, but her body craved...something more, "...R-Rumble, t-that feels great and all, but I asked you to fuck meeee..." Scoots squealed, pushing her hips more firmly into his nose a couple of times to get his attention and have him stop.
"Y-yeah...just wanted a taste. It’s not like you’re in heat every day," Rumble replied, licking his lips. She indeed tasted much different than when she was out of season, and he wanted more. He wanted to spend all day with his muzzle between her legs and tongue between her hips, lapping away at her filly-nectar and making her cum time and time again like he usually did, but she'd clearly stated she wanted something more.
"Yeah, yeah, we can talk more later. For now, bed. Cock in me. Now." Scoots said bluntly, swaying her hips, tail still flagged up and displaying her now-wetter, glistening nether as she headed to her bedroom, Rumble in tow. Sooner than later, they arrived in her room, and nature took its course.
"OK...here we go..." Rumble said and, despite himself, gave a small leap as he mounted her as she presented to him, tail flagged and clit winking.
Scootaloo moaned as she felt that weight land on her back as she stood beside her bed now, her instincts screaming praise at her for letting a stallion mount her, and demanding his dick inside her now that he had. "C'mon, c'mon, put it in already!" Scootaloo called out, pushing her rump back to try to get him to penetrate, but only making him nearly fall off instead.
"Scoots, h-hold still...I can't..." Rumble said, barely catching his balance again as she shoved her hips back into his right stifle, his cock veering off target and ending up under her instead of inside her, "Scootaloo!"
"C'mon, put it in already! Why are you not..." Scootaloo started, before giving a yelp as she felt blunt teeth bite firmly on her right ear, the gentle pain on that sensitive spot knocking her out of her breeding trance. "Ow! You bit me!"
"Well, you almost made me fall off of you! Just...if you want this so bad, hold still!" Rumble countered, gripping more firmly around her barrel, before starting to move his hips again. To his relief, Scootaloo stayed still...mostly, though her hips still kept twitching to wherever his flare would tap on her rump as he tried to find his instinctive goal.
Both gasped as, when Scootaloo moved her hips just right and guided him towards their shared goal, Rumble felt his flare press against something extraordinarily warm and wet. "H-holy hay, is that your..." Rumble asked, getting a nod from Scoots.
"M-mmhm..." Scoots responded, pushing her hips back a bit, her mind abuzz at the sensation of a young stallion pressed firmly to her entrance, "...now just push into me niiiice and slow...the other fillies say it hurts if stallions go too fast at first."
Rumble did as asked and pressed his hips forwards slowly, hearing Scootaloo gasp as she felt the growing pressure on her sensitive lower lips. "Yes…yes...almost..." Scootaloo said, before giving a small cry as she felt herself spread.
Rumble moaned too as he felt himself slide past Scootaloo's saliva and lubricant covered lips, feeling the first embrace of a mare's pussy surround his flare as it popped inside her. It was unlike anything he'd felt before as he slowly pushed deeper when he didn't hear any opposition from Scoots, sinking deeper and deeper into her unprotected insides. Sure, her mouth had felt great, but this went beyond even that.
First, her entrance was smooth to guide him in, then as he got deeper it felt like she had these little ripples in her walls, stimulating him more than her mouth could ever hope to. Not to mention how hot she felt inside, and how good that felt too. "H-holy shit..." Rumble gasped out, feeling as Scootaloo's depths swallowed inch after inch of his girth, with her squeezing on him tightly, as if to pull him deeper inside.
Scootaloo, for her part, felt a bit of discomfort as Rumble first pressed into her, but the unpleasantness of being spread open her first time by something wider, and quite a bit longer, than she was used to was quickly replaced by a nice thrumming in her head. The feeling of being spread out inside by her coltfriend's living, pulsing cock was far and beyond what any toy could do, the sensation of real stallion-flesh spreading her something clearly irreplicable. She felt tingles going throughout her whole body as her breaths grew deeper, her small wings springing up in her sheer arousal as she accepted her first mate inside her.
A few seconds later, Scootaloo felt Rumble's balls press to her behind, feeling filled to her absolute limits as he seemingly hilted inside her. She could feel a nice pressure on something deep inside her, as well as between her hips feeling completely spread open. All the while she was comparing it to how it felt when her toy was inside her, and without doubt it was way, waaaaay better. "H-wow...you're all the way inside me..." Scootaloo cooed, her body so ablaze with the sensations he was giving her, her mind purring with the feelings of having a male’s breeding-tool so far inside her.
Rumble was nearly overtaken by the feelings too as he sheathed himself inside his fillyfriend; the hot, ribbed, moist, squeezing, and winking marehood surrounding him was like the heaven that her mouth had been earlier, times ten. "Ooooh, you're so tight..." Rumble said, his voice strained as little pants escaped his nose.
"And you're...pretty big compared to my toy. Feels...wow..." Scootaloo responded, then her eyes widened as she felt him sliding from her, a passive, irrational worry starting in her mind that he was going to completely pull out, to stop spreading her and leave alone in her need. That worry grew as he pulled out until only a couple inches remained in her, but was quelled moments later as he pushed right back in, the lovely stretching sensation between her hips happening again, her mind buzzing like a beehive. "...yessss~!"
Rumble's first humps into Scoots were timid, slow, testing, but he felt an urge growing in him with each one. He wanted to just let loose, but he respected Scootaloo too much for that, wanting this to be as pleasurable for her as it was for him, even if he knew she probably wouldn't mind if he went faster. Getting an idea, he started planting little kisses along her ears, getting pleased little crooning sounds from her throat as he kissed along her jawline, before burying his muzzle into her neck.
Scootaloo sighed and squeezed down tight on Rumble inside her as he softly nipped her neck, her back arching up as a pleased little squeal escaped her, that slight pain merged with her pleasure in a rather intoxicating way. "D-do that again..." Scootaloo slurred, a stream of drool going down her muzzle as the feelings intensified when Rumble did so. She felt her insides squeezing down around him, her passage caressing every inch of its instinctive partner in loving hugs, just wanting to feel him inside her, pushing her walls apart, filling her. "...feels...so awesome. I love you, R-Rumble."
"I l-love you too," Rumble replied, moving up to her crest and giving it little love bites too, feeling her tense inside and out with each one. He kept his hips moving at a slow, steady rate, Scoot's slick inner walls yielding to each of his thrusts, making him feel more like a stallion than ever before. He twitched inside her, her walls grasping around him in a hug of reciprocation, feeling the sensations growing, as well as his urges to go harder. "S-Scoots, would it be OK if I...w-went a bit faster?" Rumble asked, barely restraining himself from doing just that anyways.
"Y-yeah, I think I'd like that..." Scootaloo said, before feeling as Rumble rammed his hips forward after the next pull out, getting a squeal from her.
"Oh c-crap, are you OK?" Rumble asked, worried he'd hurt her, only to see her turn and look up at him with the most pleasured, loving eyes he'd ever seen her give him.
"I'm...more than OK. F-fuck me like that, harder. I...I want to feel you more," Scootaloo said, that harder thrust like a catalyst to her lust igniting even hotter. She pushed back into his next just-as-hard thrust, giving a quiet cry of pleasure as she heard the headboard of her bed impacting the wall from the force. "More!"
Rumble was only too glad to oblige, sliding into and from Scoot's weeping core that much faster, letting himself sink into the mating haze his body had been urging him to enter since he'd first penetrated her. He thrust faster, feeling Scoots alternating between wiggling her hips to stimulate both of them more, or pushing back into his hips to help his thrust get deeper. The bed was steadily banging against the wall now, and if she were in a more conscious state of mind, Scootaloo would have worried about denting it.
Each time Rumble would reach that tight ring at her core and make his flat tip press against it, Scootaloo felt a momentary burst of pleasure, her muscles clamping down and clit winking out. "F-fuck...you're so deep inside me..." Scoots growled, "...so...so much of you...i-inside me...I...I love it!" she said, panting as her hips rolled and bucked over and over, trying to wedge more of his length into her depths.
Rumble was beyond words at this point, just keeping his rapid rhythm as well as he could, even if he faltered sometimes as she squeezed down randomly on him as his hard shaft massaged her needing walls. He was practically a slave to his instincts, almost like he was having an out-of-body experience, watching and feeling his body as he filled Scoots again and again, his pleasure growing with each hump into her.
"Yes, yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" Scoots said in a mantra, her hind legs trembling with pleasure as Rumble kept ravaging her. It felt better than she could have ever imagined it would, her toy a very, very poor comparison to the real thing. "More! Fuck me mooooore!"
"O-only too gladly, m-my pretty little mare."
"M-mare...you're making me your mare!" Scootaloo huffed, a dopey little smile on her face as Rumble hilted again.
They fucked for minutes at that pace, Rumble burying his muzzle between her wings and nuzzling the very sensitive area there, Scoot's wings springing up in reaction and making her let out a contented whicker. She rubbed her head against his foreleg, giving it little kisses of appreciation as he pleasured her so well.
"I kinda wanna...can we change positions?" Rumble asked a while later, slowing his pace and making speech possible again, if broken by his soft panting. He gave one more little hump, getting a whimper from her, before pulling out to a discontented grunt, "I really like the sight of your gorgeous wings, but...I kinda wanna...see your beautiful face instead."
Scootaloo frowned a bit as Rumble mentioned her wings, and he quickly remembered her sensitivity about them. "They're not pretty...they're so small, plus...I still can't fly..." Scoots said, Rumble sensing her mood was souring as she sunk deeper into her dour thoughts, her stiff wings giving a weak flap as she glared back at the left one.
Before she could get too deep into those bad thoughts again and ruin the mood, though, Rumble met his lips with hers. It wasn't a lustful kiss, nor particularly rough, but the chaste showing that he cared for her and loved her seemed to do what he wanted. He saw as her expression brightened a bit, meeting his eyes with her own. "Hey, that doesn't matter to me or anypony else who knows you, and you know it," Rumble said firmly, but matching her small smile with his own, "You're still beautiful, and so are your wings, small or not. They're just...petite, just like you, and there's nothing wrong with being who you are. Why do you think I love you so much?"
Scootaloo's smile brightened as she held Rumble's hoof in her own, intertwining her tail with his, and kissed him again. This kiss was just as soft as the one he gave her, but also very deep in another way too. "Thanks..." Scoots said, a soft, loving expression on her face as she let him see her vulnerable in a way that she had only let a very few other ponies see before. Letting him see her sensitive, weaker side, and very grateful he was there to be strong for her in her times of need. Speaking of. "...so, ready to keep fuckin' now?"
"Yeah, I'd love to, beautiful," Rumble said, seeing his fillyfriend's cheeks turn rosy again at even that simple compliment.
"So, how did you wanna take me now?" Scootaloo asked, squirming a bit as her arousal came back in full, feeling very empty now that Rumble wasn't inside her anymore.
"How about with you on your back on the bed and me over you, like Cheerilee said the dragons do it?" Rumble asked, getting a nod from Scootaloo.
"Sounds good," Scoots said, climbing on the bed and laying on her back. She let her tail hang off the side, showing herself off to her coltfriend in welcome, "come get me."
Scootaloo felt herself tensing up as Rumble mounted her again and thrust right into her pussy, muzzle to muzzle and chest to chest with her. She quickly met her lips to his as he started humping, with this position allowing such actions far more easily than in pony-style, feeling that growing whirlwind of sensations inside her growing into a tornado. "R-Rumble...please..." Scootaloo said, her head easing back against the pillow, feeling him quickly starting to plant kisses on her neck, "...fuck...please, please make me cum..."
"Mmmhm, just t-think about how big and g-good I feel inside you...and how good this feels..." Rumble said, rubbing his cheek to hers as he slowed their pace, before pulling back and kissing her ear, his heart swelling at how cute it was to him when it flicked in response. He grabbed her ear gently between his molars, chewing on it softly, getting a shuddering breath from her, feeling her clamp down on him inside her again.
"F-fuck...you're...on m-my eaaaars..." Scootaloo groaned, feeling an additional wave of sensation rolling along her spine as he softly masticated upon her ear. He'd sometimes do this while they were cuddling or roughhousing, but now it took on a whole new feeling, adding another layer of pleasure as he gripped the very tip between his incisors and bit down a bit more firmly, earning a pleasured little whimper from her as she jerked her hips back just as he humped forwards.
"Cum for me...cum...think how good it'll feel to make your pussy squeeze down on my cock...how full it'll make you feel as you're just letting out all that tension..." Rumble whispered right in her ear, feeling a full-body tremble from her as he did, his wing meanwhile trailing down between her legs and his longest pinion feather started rubbing over her clit's hood.
"Y-you make me...s-so f-full...ohmiiiigoooosh..." Scootaloo said as Rumble kissed her other ear this time while he started rubbing her clit, before moving down to kiss her neck again, "...f-fuck me...faster now...p-please..."
"As my princess wishes," Rumble said as he did as asked and resumed his previous, faster speed, much to Scootaloo's delight. He kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear, occasionally giving it a little nibble, before he soon felt her getting tighter inside, her squeezes and breaths getting more rapid, and he knew she didn't have much longer.
"R-Rumble..." Scootaloo whimpered as she took his hoof in hers and squeezed down on it, before her mouth opened in an unreleased scream. Rumble felt as her pussy clamped down rapidly on his member, doing his best to keep pace as she came, but forced to slow down by the sheer tightness of her rhythmically contracting canal.
"Oh Celestia," Rumble moaned out, trapped inside her, "I-I've gotta..." He was going to say he needed to keep humping, but then realization hit him; that he was hilted inside her rhythmically clenching passage, and his flare was swollen out thick, the tension in his pelvis at the bursting point. And, most importantly, she was in heat. Fertile. He could get her pregnant! "...gotta pull out!"
"N-nooooo~!" Scootaloo moaned, wrapping her hind legs around his hips, helping her muscles and his flare in their efforts at keeping him deep upon the threat of him pulling out. She wasn't thinking clearly in her throes of orgasm, not when clamping down on his flared cock inside her felt this good, and that thick tip deep inside made her feel this complete."...can't...not...yet...f-uh...m-me...m-mooooore~!"
Rumble, meanwhile, was struggling to hold back his load, though the kneading foal-canal surrounding his flared cock wasn't exactly helping things. He tried to pull out, but the legs locking him inside her were too strong, and the feral desire to stay inside her – to cum inside this mare and sow his seed in her fertile womb – was quickly overwhelming his conscious mind’s resistance. "S-Scoots...I..you're...I'm gonna...gonna get you..." Rumble huffed out helplessly, feeling his balls clenching up to his body as his cock stiffened more, passing his point of no return as Scoot's pussy milked him of his sperm.
Luckily, Scootaloo's legs loosened and weakened as a second orgasm ripped through her as she felt him stiffening more in her, his flare swelling just a bit more, and she bit into his shoulder with a squeal instead.
Unluckily, Rumble was too far gone to notice.
Rumble softly bit down on Scootaloo's neck as he came, the first, powerful spurts of his virile seed flooding inside of her as he was hilted, flare pressed to her cervix and his cum gushing past it and into her waiting womb. His mind was buzzing with pleasure hormones and the sensations of creaming deep in his fertile mare, feeling his cock throbbing rapidly as it disgorged his potent colt-jizz into his mate's deepest parts, before his orgasm-ridden brain finally realized she had released his hips. Seeing his chance to finally pull out, he seized it.
His hugely-swollen flare and instincts resisting his efforts every inch out, and her clenching walls trying to pull him right back in, Rumble forced himself from Scoots with a loud grunt and a suction-breaking POP, having been pumping a couple of more spurts of potent cum inside her all the while.
Rumble's hips rocked weakly as he still ejaculated, grinding against the soft fur of Scoot's belly as he spent the rest of his load all over her chest, and a particularly strong one even ending up on her cheek. With her still convulsing in her own orgasm, Scoots squirmed onto her belly, causing another big spurt of his cum to trace across her rump, wing, and back.
Finally, as his last little drizzles drooled from his member and it stopped pulsing, Rumble fell to his side and collapsed onto the bed beside the semen-filled mare, panting heavily. For a while, all they did was recover from their shared, intense orgasms, Rumble feeling his drained cock slipping back inside his sheath, leaving him feeling so completely empty inside his pelvis in a most pleasurable way. He just let himself float in pleasured delirium for a while...until he looked over to Scoots.
Scoots had changed her position meanwhile, having her ass high in the air and her back legs crossed. Her head rested on the same pillow she had before as she looked at him lovingly, panting as she instinctively made his sperm stay deep within her well-filled uterus, doing her best to get pregnant without even realizing it.
"You were throbbing so hard in there, and your flare got so huge, I didn't think you'd pull out in time. You like seeing how spread out you made me inside? Damn, I know I loved how it felt...my heat's, like, dead now!" Scootaloo teased. (1106546 here and on) Rumble able to see from his angle as she lifted her tail and spread her pussy open with both hooves. "Uh...unf...hah...erh-heh, hah! Wow, you pulled out at, like, the last possible moment, didn't you?" Scootaloo asked, Rumble blanched upon seeing a large deposit of his off-white cum between her deep-pink inner walls, knowing just why her body was feeling so sated; her womb had gotten just what it needed from its stallion. He could see all the way up to her cervix, and watch his virile cum slowly oozing out of that dilated ring. At that point, he knew how well and truly fucked they both were, and her rather literally.
Seeing Rumble's shocked expression, misinterpreting it as surprise over how much he'd coated her, she grinned. "You think I look cute covered in your foal-paste?" Scoots teased him, swishing her tail, "Well, you should lick me clean or...w-uuh..." She stopped dead as she felt something thicker and slimier than her own fluids drip down onto her teats, before dipping her hoof between her legs and bringing it in front of her face, seeing something that was most certainly not the color of her cum coating it, and smelling far too much like Rumble's cum to be anything else but; "UHH...RUMBLE, WHAT – THE FUCK!?"
"Hey, Rumble~!" Scootaloo called out with a trill, laying on her back on her bed with a sultry expression on her face, "C'mere, I've got a treat for you." Scoots laid on her back, then spread her legs, presenting herself as she lowered her tail with a flourish, then happily moaned as she felt a warm tongue promptly trail over her pussy.
Rumble, meanwhile, happily lapped away at his mare's nether-lips, savoring the profuse fluids she provided for him to lap up, noticing once more how different they tasted now. He was pleased to find Scoot's wing wrapping around his hard cock, giving it a few firm pumps and making him moan into her pussy. "Fuck, I've been so horny lately...and you've got just the tool to fix that. I like your tongue plenty, but c'mon, fuck me for real..." Scoots moaned out after a few minutes of being eaten out, slightly disappointed as he stopped licking, even though it was at her own insistence.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Rumble asked, a string of Scoot's fluids hanging from his chin, before placing a hoof on Scootaloo's lower belly. "I mean, you remember what happened our first time." Scootaloo sighed as she placed her own hoof atop his, which was resting on her months-pregnant womb, before smiling.
"Well, you already got me pregnant...can't exactly make it worse!" (1639576 here)