A Bandaid Solution
Grinding in the park with the gang ; )
Scootaloo typed up her post, tongue poking out of her mouth as she prepared her picture for upload. A cool breeze cut through the summer air, occasionally causing bristly blades of grass to tickle the sides of Scootaloo’s face as she lay upside down against the nearby hill. After she was certain she was happy with her pose and was certain that her skateboard was visible in the shot, she hit "post", and deposited her phone into her armband case. Almost before the device left her hands, she could feel the vibrations of notifications piling in. This wasn't unusual, considering Scootaloo's relatively large following on social media. North of 150,000 followers on Pictogram, though not because she was particularly trendy or clever online. In fact, Scootaloo wasn’t sure why she was so popular, anyway. Sure, she was a very gifted skater, and her daredevil nature meant she was more than willing to engage in some spectacularly dangerous stunts, but even that wasn't a good enough reason for her social media fame, in Scootaloo's estimation.
"S-Scoot? Could we maybe just skate now?" asked Sweetie, jittering in place across from her friend. "You know these photoshoots are always a little… distracting…”
Scootloo glanced down to her bottom half, then back up to Sweetie, and grinned. Sure enough, Sweetie’s eyes weren’t meeting her friend’s, but rather, they were glued between her legs; As was often the case during these skating sessions, Scootaloo had decided to forgo pants and any sort of traditional underear, exposing her narrow hips, toned and slender legs,and smooth,.flat tummy. She, of course, wore kneepads and her favorite black skateshoes, because she wasn’t crazy. Aside from that, and her hoodie that stopped just past her breasts, the only notable garment she wore was a single orange bandaid that she had strategically placed on her slit, covering her opening and clit while leaving her tight, snug lips on display. Scootaloo spread her legs a bit wider, laughing both at the way Sweetie’s eyes went wide and the way her thick, angry cock strained against her black skinny jeans. This was a pretty common occurrence for them, Sweetie trying not to oggle her best friend while Scootaloo herself flaunted as much of her lithe, delicious body as possible for anyone in town, or online, to gawk at.
Come to think of it, consistently posting barely-clothed images of herself probably had something to do with her popularity.
“I thought we were waiting for the guys?” said Scootaloo with a grin. “Pip and Spike should be here any second now.”
“Yeah, but… Ugh, you know what you’re doing!” complained Sweetie. Finally, after staring at Scootaloo’s barely-covered cunt for nearly a full minute, Sweetie managed to peel her eyes away to leer at Scootaloo directly. “Just… Sit up straight, please? You’re killing me!”
“Fine, whatever.” Rolling her eyes as she did, Scootaloo turned over, now sitting upright and with her legs crossed to hide her pussy from view. Then, just as Sweetie was about to relax, Scootaloo let her mouth hang open, and gave a soft, breathy little moan. “Ahhh…”
“Scoot! Quit being weird!”
“How am I the weird one? You’re the one freaking out over nothing,” said Scootaloo with a shrug. “You act like I don’t always dress like this. Besides, I already told you, if you’re that bothered by it, we can always…”
“Hngh… I dunno, Scoots. We’ve been friends forever, I don’t want to make things… Weird.”
“Oh well. I tried.” said Scoots with a shrug. “If you change your mind, though…”
“Oi! You losers haven’t gone on without us, have ya?”
Scootaloo and Sweetie both turned, just in time to see their two pals coming down the pavement; Scootaloo still wasn’t entirely sure how she ended up skating with such an eclectic group of people, but she had long ago come to care for Pipsqueak and Spike like family. It was Pip who led the way, cruising down the pavement on his old Manechester United pennyboard (the deck design, along with Pip’s allegiance to the team, was always a point of contention between him and Scootaloo), with Spike skating along close behind. They skidded to a stop before Scootaloo and Sweetie, kicking up their boards to convene with the de facto leader of the group. Scootaloo didn’t ask to be in charge, but given that she was the most experienced skater (and an often bottomless girl in the presence of three horny pervs), they generally just followed in her example.
“Swoots wanted to get some tricks in while we waited for you two slow-pokes, but I talked her out of it,” said Scootaloo with a shrug. She spread her legs and stretched, both for the obvious reason of flaunting her body to her friends, and the fringe benefit of ensuring she didn’t pull a muscle while she skated. “What kept you, anyway? Too busy jerking off in your mom’s basement to skate?”
“Piss off, Scoots, we were busy.” Pip was genuinely too nice of a guy for such language to be truly believable coming from him, but he did his best to fit the punk aesthetic that Scootaloo so effortlessly embodied. Though far from convincing, the effort was appreciated. “What’s it to you what we were doing?”
“We were helping his grandmother clean her gutters,” droned Spike, who subscribed to no such effort. He was what he was, and that was good enough for everyone. “She made us some snacks to thank us.”
“My Nan’s cookies are to die for.”
“Whatever. Are we skating or what?” snorted Scootaloo. “I’ve been working on tricks all week to show you three, and so far the only trick any of us has done is ‘try not to get a boner’.” Scootaloo jabbed her thumb in Sweetie’s general direction. “And Swoots already bailed out on that one.”
“Well, maybe if you’d—oh, I don’t know—put some freaking pants on I wouldn’t be having such a hard time!” snapped Sweetie, face blushing bright red. There was a chorus of snickers, which only seemed to make Sweetie blush further. “What’s so funny?”
“Heh… hard time…”
“I hate you… Just show off your stupid trick so I can go home and take a cold shower.”
“Hey, it’s not stupid! It’s pretty rad, if I do say so myself!” Scootaloo finally stood up and kicked up her board, ready and raring to go. “So I’ve been tooling around, and I managed to pull off a triple laserflip.” Immediately, the group devolved into a chorus of skeptical grunts and cries of “bullshit!”, which suited Scootaloo just fine. She loved being doubted. “It’s true. It ain’t easy, but it’s doable.”
“A laserflip is ‘doable’. A double laserflip, that ‘ain’t easy’? But a triple?” said Pip, arms crossed over his chest as he looked Scootaloo up and down. “Bloody impossible.”
“I’ve never heard of anyone pulling it off,” agreed Spike. “That’s not even a real trick.”
“Well, then, guess I invented it. Gonna call it a Blu-ray. And if you mooks are so confident that I can’t do it, let’s bet on it.” Scootaloo offered her fist out to the gang, who was immediately on edge. Whenever Scootaloo got involved in a bet, things were sure to get out of hand. “If I pull it off, you guys gotta pay for my order next time we go to Donut Joe’s.”
“Yeesh… You eat, like, way too many donuts for someone your size…” remarked Spike. “I’ve seen you eat like three dozen once.”
“And if you can’t pull it off?” asked Pip. Scootaloo tapped her chin in thought, and shrugged.
“One free BJ coupon?”
Almost before she could finish her offer, three fists met hers in the middle, signifying that the wager was now legally binding.
“Alright, that’s what I’m talking about! Even Swoots is in on it!” cheered Scootaloo, grinning at her friend. “What happened to not making it weird, huh?”
“I’m just… In case you do pull it off, I don’t want these two to go broke trying to fund your donut addiction,” said Sweetie, unable to look in Scootaloo’s direction. “Just chipping in.”
“Right… Well, back up, dorks and dorkette, I’m about to blow your fucking minds!” Scootaloo dropped her board to the ground and kicked off, zipping down the hill at considerable speed. She turned at the bottom of the slight decline and, without losing much in the way of speed, shot back up in the direction of her friends. They all watched, as the best skater of their group came at them like a bullet, the look of determination on her face making it evident that, impossible or not, Scootaloo believed her own hype. She didn’t think she was going to pull off the trick, she knew it.
Which made it all the more puzzling when Scootaloo did a simple ollie, not even bothering to land back on the board when she came down.
“Oops. Guess I can’t do it,” said Scootaloo with a shrug. “So you guys want me to write down a note for those BJs or…”
"You can't be serious!" groaned Sweetie.
"Cheeky harlot," snorted Pip.
"I kinda wanted to see the trick, but I'll take some head as a consolation prize," said Spike with a grin. "If you don't feel like wasting the paper…"
"Pfft. Do I look like the type of chick who carries paper?" Scootaloo hopped back onto her board and kicked off down the hill. "I know a good spot. Follow me!"
Like dogs chasing cars, the skater gang took off after Scootaloo, following her as she sped throughout the park. A few turns, ollies, kickflips and grinds later, and they found themselves skidding to a stop in a relatively secluded area of the park. There was a dense collection of hedges nearer to the street (a seldom-used back road that almost never got any serious traffic), and the whole area was a bit deserted. A perfect little hiding spot for Scootaloo and her various secretive activities.
"Alright, sick, no one's here. Means we can really get into it," said Scootaloo. She hopped off of her board and led the others into the shrubbery, just tall enough to come up to Scootaloo's chin, but with enough space in the middle for all four delinquents to comfortably fit. If they all just squatted down a bit, something Scootaloo was more than familiar with. "So, what're we waiting for? You wanted to see a trick, right? I have a few with my tongue that everyone seems to love…"
"Hell yeah. Me first!" Spike jumped to the front of the line and quickly went about unbuckling his jeans, freeing his twitching, stiff cock, the smooth purple scales almost glittering in the sun. "Man, I've been dying to get a try at your mouth."
"Should've had AB dump you sooner," teased Scootaloo. Spike leered, his expression softening considerably when Scootaloo slid down to the ground in front of him and gave his tip a kiss. "She's lucky she's my friend, or else I wouldn't have waited."
"What, you have a crush on me or something?"
Instead of a verbal answer, Scootaloo simply dove forward, swallowing Spike to his base in one go. The dragon squealed in surprise, his body paralyzed with pleasure, and he could do little more than moan with delight at the wet, velvety inside of Scootaloo's mouth. With a wink, Scootaloo showed off one of those "tricks" she previously mentioned, and flitted her tongue out to lap at Spike's balls, the sensation of her stud piercing sliding across sensitive flesh shooting bolts of lightning up his spine. It overwhelmed him almost immediately, and with very little effort from her very practiced tongue, Spike was shooting thick ropes of hot cum down Scootaloo's greedy little throat. She gulped him down like a professional, eyes lightning up a bit brighter with each heavy swallow of delicious dragon seed. Though it felt like an eternity, it was only a matter of moments before Scootaloo rose up, a few strands of saliva and jizz connecting her to her friend's pelvis.
"Nah. I just really love sucking dick," said Scootaloo, licking her lips. She glanced up at her friend and winked. "You okay there, big guy? You were talking a lot of shit, I wasn't expecting you to be such a quick shot."
"I have seen the light of God," croaked Spike. He tumbled down into the bushes, clumsily tucking himself into his jeans while staring dazedly at the woman who just sucked his soul out of his cock. “Heaven is calling me…”
"That's like the third dumbest thing a guy has ever said to me after I did that." Scootaloo wiped her face with the back of her hand, beckoning to the others in the group. "Who's next? And maybe last longer than ten seconds this time."
"I'll take a crack at it." As Pipsqueak undid his trousers, he revealed that his name was a bit of a misnomer; Scootaloo's eyes went wide at the healthy serving of meat that Pip lugged around in his jeans. With a greedy little grin, Scootaloo descended onto her friend, sliding his fat cock into her mouth with a breathy moan. Much like with Spike, Pip was taken aback by the expertise of Scootaloo’s mouth and tongue. “Bloody hell…”
“So am I really just supposed to sit here while you two finish up?” complained Sweetie Belle. “I don’t even know why I’m still here…”
Scootaloo mostly ignored her best friend, instead deciding to gorge herself on Pip’s cock. She slurped messily on his length, taking great joy in Pip’s cute little chirps and moans. Though he was quite a bit bigger than Spike, and had a bit more stamina, he was still no match for Scootaloo’s skills, and it wasn’t long before Pip was pumping thick, salty waves of jizz straight down her hungry throat. Though her belly was filled with two separate loads of goo from her friends, Scootaloo’s hunger was insatiable, and she knew from the offset that two cumshots wouldn’t be enough to fulfill her needs.
Luckily for her, she had three friends, the last of whom was trying her absolute hardest to keep her erection contained in her jeans.
"Man, I hope Sweetie has more for me than you two dorks," said Scootaloo, nudging Pip with her elbow. "No offense, boys, but I've got an itch that you ain't scratching. So, what's up? You finally gonna let me get at that Sweetie Sausage or not?"
"Ugh… I can't believe I'm doing this…" Finally, Sweetie's careful guard was chipping away, and she began to fold under Scootaloo's very light pressure. "Fine! Just let me get out of these stupid jeans, they're so tight I—"
"Hey! What are you doing in there?!" The gang looked up and in the direction of the shout, eyes falling on the one thing a band of delinquents never wanted to see.
An approaching police officer.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me…" groaned Sweetie.
"Fuck… We gotta get outta here!" Scootaloo leapt to her feet, locking eyes with the officer as he broke into a brisk jog to confront the gang. "Hit the legs!"
The four friends grabbed their boards and hopped over the hedges almost in unison and took off in the opposite direction of the cop, who's jog had turned into a full-out sprint. They stepped onto their boards and kicked away, though the officer remained in hot pursuit even as they approached an oncoming split in the path; three roads forking away from each other, which meant only one thing to Scootaloo.
"Split up!" she yelled. "Boys, go left. Swoots, go right! Meet back at my place in an hour!"
Without even questioning their fearless leader, the skaters did as commanded, scattering to improve their odds of escape. As her friends went left and right, Scootaloo went straight ahead, and pulled out one more trick; She spun on her board, skating backwards for a bit as she faced the cop for just long enough to give the pursuing officer a pair of middle fingers. This visibly irritated the cop, who didn't even pause to consider the others, which almost guaranteed their escape. Scootaloo smirked to herself as she turned back around. She had outsmarted the cop, now all she had to do was outskate him.
Walk in the park.
"Kiss my ass, porky!" shouted Scootaloo, ever the rebel, and she soared down the path, weaving in and out of oncoming park goers as she strayed to the more populated portions of the park. She glanced over her shoulder occasionally, and soon enough, the cop was nowhere to be seen. It seemed as though he had finally given up. "Woo! AB is gonna flip when she hears about—"
A hand grabbed Scootaloo by her good, unceremoniously yanking her off of her board. Immediately, she kicked and flailed, but to no avail. She locked eyes with her captor, the cop, and scowled at his smug, satisfied grin.
"Gotcha," said the cop plainly.
"Aw, shit,” grumbled Scootaloo. She looked the officer up and down, grinning at what she saw. Not bad looking, for a pig. “Say, why don’t you just let me go and save yourself some paperwork. I’ll make it worth your while…” The officer didn’t immediately respond, so Scootaloo pushed the offensive. “Wanna see the trick I showed my friends in the bushes?”
“You’re barking up the wrong tree, hon.” The officer set Scootaloo down and, before she could even think to hope, slapped a pair of cuffs on her wrists. “I’m married. To a very nice guy.”
“Shit…”
“Come on, kid. You’re coming with me,” sighed the officer, nudging Scootaloo along, no doubt to his patrol car. “And for the love of Celestia, put some pants on!”
“Alright, then, Ms. Scootaloo, was it?”
Scootaloo groaned, peeling her face off of the interrogation room’s table. She had been stuck in the little room for hours (or fifteen minutes, she hadn’t really counted), and she was about ready to get out of there. The way she saw it, she hadn’t done anything wrong, so this arrest was similar to Scootaloo’s opinion on authority as a whole: A crock of shit. Still, there wasn’t a whole lot she could do except wait for the cop—Officer Palefeather, she had since learned was his name—to return, which he finally had.
“That’s not my name,” said Scootaloo with a shrug. “Sounds like this is a case of mistaken identity. Should probably let me go before the police department has a scandal on their hands.”
“Oh, I see.” Palefeather reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, which he showed to Scootaloo. “So this isn’t you?”
Grinding in the park and with the gang ; )
“Um… No?” said Scootaloo, though she was beginning to feel the heat. “That could be any pegasus. What, you think we all look the same or something? Sounds kinda racist to me.”
In lieu of a verbal answer, Palefeather simply flared out his wings, much to Scootaloo’s annoyance.
“Um… I want to speak with my lawyer!”
“Calm down. You’re not really under arrest,” said Palefeather. “I just needed to get you off the streets.” He raised a pair of sweatpants from the table and offered them to Scootaloo. “And I need you to put these on.”
“Don’t wanna,” said Scootaloo with a shrug. “And I’m pretty sure you can’t make me.”
“Listen, I really don’t want to fight with you. From what I gather, you’re a good kid—”
“Kid? I’m 19!”
“Yeah, you’re a good kid. Not your first visit here, but every time before you had a good reason. Fought off a couple of bullies here and there.” Palefeather sat in a chair across from Scootaloo, folding his arms in front of him. “So I trust that you have a good reason for skating around a public park with no pants on.”
“Because I’m a slutty little punk bitch.”
“Hey, come on, now, I’m not trying to be judgemental or anything. I believe in sex positivity as much as the next guy, but…”
“No, no, I’m not like busting your balls or anything. That’s literally the reason why,” explained Scootaloo. “I’m a slut. I like when my friends stare at me. I like sucking dick, getting railed by a nice juicy dick. And pants are so restrictive, this is so much more free!” She shrugged and kicked her feet up on the table. “So what, is being easy a crime now?”
“No, but public indecency is.”
Both heads turned in direction of the voice, from the entrance to the interrogation room. Standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her face, was Ponyville’s princess. Based on her attire, which was a very nice blouse with blue jeans, and the way she had her hair elegantly coiffed and styled, it seemed apparent that Twilight was on her way to some very important function prior to coming here. Officer Palefeather leaped from his seat to salute the princess, while Scootaloo just gave a lazy, probably too-casual, little wave.
“Sup, Princess?” said Scootaloo.
“Officer Palefeather, thank you for getting her out of trouble,” sighed Twilight, crossing the room to join them. “I really do appreciate it.”
“She wasn’t really hurting anyone, your majesty,” said Palefeather. “But at the same time…”
“You couldn’t just let her run around like that, I understand. Honestly, Scootaloo, I know you never were one to follow the rules, but really?” The princess groaned, rolling her eyes. “Running around naked, for whatever reason, seems beneath you. You never—”
“I’m not naked,” pointed out Scootaloo.
“Semantics. Even though you have a hoodie on, you—”
“Not talking about the hoodie. Ponyville law defines female nudity as ‘any time a female’s nipples and/or vaginal opening is uncovered by any cloth or fabric garment or accessory whilst in a public place’.” Scootaloo stood up and gestured to herself, particularly to the bandaid that was still secure in place over her slit. “This bandaid is a cloth garment, and it’s covering my vaginal opening. Therefore, by law, I’m not naked.”
Twilight opened her mouth to protest, then closed it before using a flare of her powerful alicorn magic to summon a book of Ponyville Legal Ordinances. She flipped through the pages frantically, landing on one particular article once, twice, three times before looking up from her book to stare at Scootaloo with utter befuddlement.
“Who the heck wrote these laws?” demanded the princess.
“You’re… You’re kidding, right?” asked Palefeather. “Princess, surely that can’t be on the books, right?”
“I really need to take some time and update our code…” Twilight sighed before, with a snap of the fingers, sent her book away with another flash of light. “Until then… I’m sorry to say, but she’s right, officer. She technically hasn’t done anything wrong. So unless you have a good reason to keep her here…”
“I mean… Huh. Okay, then?” Palefeather shrugged and rose from his seat, rounding the table to unlock Scootaloo’s cuffs. “You’re free to go?”
“Yeah, I thought so,” snorted Scootaloo, massaging her wrists. “And let me tell you this, Pigfeather, if my board is messed up because of this, you’re gonna be hearing from my lawyer.”
“Don’t push it, kid.”
“Yeah, okay. My bad, dude.”
“Come on, Scootaloo.” The princess beckoned, and, with a barely-contained glee at sticking it to the man, Scootaloo hopped out of her seat and joined Twilight by the door. Twilight looked down at Scootaloo one last time before leading her out of the interrogation room. After a quick stop at the evidence locker to retrieve Scootaloo’s skateboard (thankfully, a quick inspection confirmed that it was undamaged), Twilight shepharded her protege out of the jail.
“Thanks for bailing me out, Princess I know you hate throwing your name around, so I appreciate you coming out here to help me,” said Scootaloo. “How’d you even know I was here?”
“I bumped into Sweetie on my way out. She told me what happened,” explained Twilight. “Said you were probably going to get caught, and that I should come and get you. She also said to tell you that you owe her two coupons now, whatever that means.”
“Heh… She can have as many coupons as she wants…” Scootaloo shook the thoughts of her best friend’s cock scraping the back of her skull and returned focus to more pressing matters. “Oh, by the way… Could you maybe not tell my aunts? Even though I didn’t really do anything, they’d freak out if they heard I got ‘arrested’.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t tell your aunts,” said Twilight with a smug smirk. She pushed open the jailhouse doors and gestured to the street. “But I think you might prefer it to—”
“Squirt, are you out of your damn mind?!”
Standing on the jailhouse steps, hands on her hips, was the woman Scootaloo had idolized from a young age. The one adult Scootaloo always respected, the only one she ever really listened to. The only woman who could match Scootaloo’s fiery personality and properly chew her out. Whereas Twilight was dressed for some important business, the simple crop top and snug workout shorts that Dash wore made it clear that she was on her way to the gym. Scootaloo blushed a bit when she saw Rainbow waiting for her, both because she wasn’t looking forward to getting scolded and because Rainbow was displaying almost as much skin as Scootaloo herself.
“Shit…” complained Scootaloo. Before she could put together an excuse, Rainbow was on her, grabbing her by the ear and dragging her along. “Ow! Owowowowow!”
“I thought you said you were done getting into trouble! And now you roped Twi into this?” complained Rainbow. “She’s never gonna let me hear the end of it!”
“I feel like you might be emphasizing the wrong points,” noted Twilight. She smirked. “But, yeah, you’re right. You owe me big time.”
“See?!”
“I’m sorry, okay?! I didn’t even do anything!” Scootaloo tugged herself free of Rainbow’s grasp, massaging her ear gingerly. “They busted me on somee BS public indecency charges, but I’m well within the law.”
“To say ‘well within’ might be a bit hyperbolic,” said Twilight. She pulled out her phone and frowned, rolling her eyes at whatever she saw. “And there goes another one…”
“What’s up?” asked Rainbow. “What, you got a hot date or something?”
“Well, I did, until about ten seconds ago. We were supposed to meet for coffee, but I came here to get you and now she thinks I stood her up, so…” The princess sighed, setting her horn alight with her powerful alicorn magic. “Hold tight, I’m bringing us to my place.”
There was a flash of light and a sound similar to a cracking whip, and in that one instant, the entire landscape changed. Where once there was a fairly bustling city street now stood Twilight’s sofa, and Scootaloo had to very quickly regain her balance lest she tumble backwards onto the coffee table. Rainbow, who was more used to being suddenly teleported, maintained her base with ease, and went about her typical routine of crashing on Twilight’s couch. The princess herself, meanwhile, just sighed and strolled around the living room area to the kitchen, where she went about brewing herself a pot of tea.
“Oof… Sorry, Princess,” said Scootaloo. She sort of stood there a bit, not really sure what to do with herself. “I didn’t mean to ruin your date…”
“It’s my own fault, really,” sighed Twilight. “I really did blow her off a few times already, so we weren’t exactly on the best terms. This was really the straw that broke the camel’s back… Anyway, you’re welcome to hang around here, if you want. Spike should be getting home in a few.”
“Right…Still, I wish I could do something about it…” Scootaloo dropped onto the sofa next to her idol, frowning at the unfortunate situation she found herself in. “Y’know, I probably shouldn’t push my luck, so if it’s okay, I think I’m gonna stick around here until after dark so I can sneak past my aunts.”
“It’ll give you a chance to explain why you were running around ass-naked,” said Rainbow. Scootaloo opened her mouth to once again protest the claim that she was naked, but she was stopped by a single flick to the forehead from Rainbow. “You know what I mean, smart-ass.”
“Ow! Geez, that stings…” Scootaloo rubbed her aching forehead with one hand, using the other to retrieve her phone and flip through her photos. “And don’t act like you don’t know why I’m like this.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Let’s see… Here!” Scootaloo turned her phone to face Rainbow, grinning when Dash’s face fell. On the screen was a photo of a younger Rainbow Dash, maybe about as old as Scootaloo, dancing in some Cloudsdale nightclub. Though her skirt, just barely long enough to cover her bottom if she stood just so, was still in tact, her shirt was nowhere to be found. Instead, covering her small, pert breasts were some relatively small pasties, a simple black “X” over each nipple. “Fluttershy told me you were even wilder when you were younger. Wasn’t hard to dig up some old photos.”
“Hey! Just because I had a slut phase—”
“Pfft. Yeah, ‘phase’, right.”
“Shut up. My point is, after a while, you’ve gotta grow up, Squirt.” Despite her demeanor and the situation, Dash genuinely wanted what was best for Scootaloo. It was obvious that, under her tough girl demeanor, lived a warm, caring heart. “Sure, running around with your tits and ass out is fun, and sucking cock is the best thing ever—”
“I know, right? It’s so good!”
“But the world doesn’t really work like that. And even if you find a loophole, most times it’s easier for everyone to just honor the spirit of the rule, you know? Just because you got away with it this time doesn’t mean you’ll be so lucky next time you streak past a cop.”
“I mean, technically, I—” Scootaloo started to defend herself, but a stern look from Dash put pause to that. “Okay, fine. You’re right. No mare barely-clothed shenanigans for me.” Scootaloo pouted, like a child being told to eat their vegetables, tapping her foot restlessly. “Man, how am I supposed to get cock if I have to wear pants everywhere?”
“I’ve figured it out.” Scootaloo looked up, to the tall, grinning form of Princess Twilight before her. The princess had at some point finished brewing her tea and relocated to the living room, where she oversaw her two guests with a cup and saucer floating lazily in her magical aura. “A solution to our problems.”
“Our… problems?”
“Of course. My date was ruined, and you have certain needs, so… How about this?” Twilight made her teacup disappear, and stood over Scootaloo with her arms crossed over her moderate chest. “You fill in for my date tonight, and you can consider me repaid for bailing you out of jail.”
“Fill in for your date? You mean, like…” Scootaloo licked her lips, her heart thumping in her narrow chest. “Oh yeah. Oh hell yeah.”
“Perfect! It’s settled, then!”
The princess flipped her hair back and, with a sexy little grin, unzipped her jeans. At the same time, her magic took hold, removing the multiple layers of enchantments that she had placed on the garments. Scootaloo was confused at first, her confusion melting away when Twilight reached into her pants and pulled herself free; Inch after inch of thick, hard, dark purple flesh rose from the depths of Twilight’s bottomless bottoms. Her cock spilled out, and kept going, and going, and going, until finally, all fourteen-inches of marecock was free of their stuffy, tight denim prison. Scootaloo’s mouth gaped open, and a single tear threatened to break free and flow down her cheek.
Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
“You can start by sucking me off,” directed the princess. “And we can move on to more fun stuff later.”
Scootaloo didn’t need to be told twice to suck a dick, especially not one as wonderous as Twilight’s, and so she was on her knees almost before Twilight had finished speaking. She put her mouth to work , stretching her lips around Twilight’s fat flare, and suckling on her meaty tip and slurping down the delicious, salty, slightly-musky taste of divine maremeat. Twilight moaned in delight, her breathing pitching as Scootaloo swallowed more of her length, running her glistening silver stud piercing along the underside of the princess’ shaft.
“Oh sweet Celestia, yes…” groaned Twilight. She grabbed a fistful of Scootaloo’s hair and gently tugged, bringing the young woman’s face closer to the base of Twilight’s mighty cock. It wasn’t long before the princess hit the back of Scootaloo’s throat, and she made to retreat, but Scootaloo had other ideas; Her practiced throat relaxed, allowing Twilight to reach deep into her tight, wet, twitching tunnel. “Ooh, fuck…”
“So, like, don’t know if you remember, but I’m still right here,” complained Rainbow. “Am I supposed to just sit here and watch my little sister blow you?”
“Hm… No, I think not. Because, strictly speaking, bailing Scootaloo out was a favor to you, too,” said Twilight with a smirk. She snapped her fingers and a flare of violet magic caused her jeans to vanish, revealing her toned, round little bubble butt. Twilight let her tongue hang out of her mouth as she beckoned to Rainbow Dash with her index finger, chuckling at the way Dash’s eyes were locked onto her backside. “So I think you owe me just as much as she does. Better get to work paying me back.”
Rainbow looked as though she was going to argue. Joining in on things wouldn’t be setting a very good example, and as one of the few role models Scootaloo actually paid attention to, Rainbow felt compelled to act responsibly. Besides, she wasn’t that wild, slutty party girl anymore. She was a grown woman with a real job and a 401k.
Twilight tensed as Scootaloo continued to throat her massive cock, causing her firm ass to flex and once again remind Rainbow that, while she was a “proper adult”, she still had terrible impulse control.
“Eh, fuck it. Gimme that ass, bookworm.” Without another word, Rainbow zipped into position behind the princess. She roughly grabbed Twilight’s cheeks, giving them a little squeeze before spreading them and burying her tongue in Twilight’s tight little asshole. “Hmnf…”
“Yes, get in there, Dashie… And Scoot, don’t you stop for a second…” Twilight was in ecstasy, her pelvis sandwiched between the mouths of two incredibly attractive women. Sometimes, it was nice to be royalty. “I should’ve guessed you were a little slut, Scootaloo. I mean, you learned everything else from Rainbow…”
Though her mouth was occupied with over a foot of sweaty cockflesh, Scootaloo wanted to ensure that Twilight knew how much she appreciated such words, so she responded the only way she could; She forced herself down deeper, nearly taking Twilight’s impressive length to the base. Even a master like herself choked and gagged, but she stood strong, even grabbing Rainbow by the wrist and pulling them both in closer. Twilight’s cock twitched, her balls pulsing as her flare drooled precum directly into Scootaloo’s belly. Soon, for the sake of Scootaloo’s continued breathing, the princess pushed them both away, leaving her glistening, spit-drenched cock twitching and throbbing in desire. At this point, it was clear that Scootaloo’s mouth wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Twilight’s divine cock.
For that, they’d need to rip the bandaid off, so to speak.
“On the couch,” directed the princess. “Lay back and spread your legs. Show me that slutty pussy.”
“Princess… I just want to say,” panted Scootaloo, her eyes struggling to focus on what was before her. Even without all of her wits about her, she was more than capable of following Twilight’s directions, and she clambored onto the couch. Scootaloo lay on her back, her slim legs kicked up and out into a wide “V” shape, leaving a simple bandaid as the only barrier standing between her and glory. “You’re fucking rad…”
“Heh. Thanks, I guess. But if you think that’s ‘rad’, just you wait.” Twilight turned and patted Rainbow on the cheek with a firm, yet gentle, hand. “And Rainbow, you can help her… Let’s say, welcome me.”
“I dunno, Twi. That’s, uh… That’s a lot of cock.” The way that Rainbow stared at the princess’ hefty equipment, even as she joined Scootaloo on the sofa, made it unclear if she spoke out of concern for Scootaloo’s safety, or just plain, simple envy. With a breathy chuckle, Twilight flopped her cock forward onto Scootaloo’s tummy; So long and impressive was her length that her flare stopped just under Scootaloo’s throat, a visual that was as intimidating as it was exhilarating. “Holy shit… I mean, I just don’t know if she can take it…”
“Hey! Nobody lives forever. If I die, I die.” Scootaloo wiggled, the weight and warmth of Twilight’s third leg making her giggle in nervous anticipation. “B-besides… Who needs guts, anyway?”
“Well… If you’re sure…” Rainbow shrugged then, in a flash, ripped the bandaid from between Scootaloo’s legs. She yelped in surprise, her annoyed glare fading somewhat when Rainbow dipped her head down to gently kiss Scootaloo’s sensitive clit. Rainbow grinned at Scootaloo’s exposed pussy, her cute, cnug little lips enticing her to dive a bit deeper and run her tongue along Scootaloo’s folds. “You heard the kid. Give it to her, Twi.”
Scootaloo tried to relax, tried to stay calm, tried to still her racing heart, but it was all for naught. When Twilight’s flare begun splitting her open, Scootaloo’s mind went blank save for a constant flash of intensely blinding white pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her legs went weak, only maintaining their position because Twilight grabbed her by the ankles. The princess moved slowly, but deliberately, gently easing inch after mind-shattering inch into Scootaloo’s tight, compact body. Dash’s eyes went wide as Scootaloo took the cock like an absolute pro, even as Twilight’s shaft produced a visible bulge through Scootaloo’s slender tummy. She was packed to the brim, a fit so tight that Dash swore she could make out the individual veins of Twilight’s fat cock through Scootaloo’s skin.
Though a slow start, Twilight seemed intent on making up for lost time, working her hips with a bit of speed now behind her movements.Scootaloo squealed a bit, her toes curling in her sneakers, as she was stuffed with more cock than she’d ever had the pleasure of taking before. In, and out, and in, and out, each thrust causing a visual distention that Rainbow soon found irresistible, so much so that she hust had to lean in and lick Scootaloo’s stomach bulge. She could feel Twilight’s length twitch and pulse, could nearly feel Twilight’s powerful heartbeat through her cock. It was such an intensely arousing sensation that Rainbow snaked her hands into her shorts to play with her pussy while Twilight enjoyed the snug snatch squeezing her for all she was worth.
“Fuck, fuck me! God, you’re so big!” groaned Scootaloo. She threw her head back, the pleasure almost too much for her to handle. “Come on, Princess! Give it to me, use me like your little cocksock!”
Ever the people-pleaser, Twilight doubled her efforts to do exactly as Scootaloo had requested. The princess threw caution and tenderness aside, and simply pounded Scootaloo into the cushions. Soon, the only sound louder than Scootaloo’s shrieking moans was the sound of flesh slapping flesh as the princess drilled her down to her very core. Dash latched her lips onto Scootaloo’s, aggressively tonguing the inside of the little tease’s mouth and sending her already fuzzy mind absolutely spiraling.
Scootaloo all but screamed into Rainbow’s mouth when she felt her climax barrel into her, her slender legs going stiff and quaking, like branches in a heavy storm. Her cunt gushed as it clamped down around Twilight, begging for her load. As it would so happen, Scootaloo’s body didn’t need to beg for long, as Twilight buried her every last inch into Scootaloo to the sound of her own gutteral, aggressive, intense orgasm. Scootaloo heard Twilight’s balls gurgle and lurch before she even felt the first jet, what felt like a gallon of jizz all at once into her tiny womb. Twilight’s cock gave deep, strong pulses, the firehouse of an appendage absolutely pissing spunkg into Scootaloo’s body. Scootaloo’s gut swelled as though she were pregnant, stuffed to bursting with royal seed, and Twilight was just about to pull out when Rainbow stopped her with a hand. With a wink, Dash zipped to the floor, sliding in just beside Twilight before giving her the thumbs up. Now, when Twilight pulled out, Dash was able to get her mouth to Scootaloo’s gaped cunt, and she guzzled down much of the cum that the tiny skater girl expelled. Once she was done gushing cum from her once-delicate pussy, Scootaloo pulled a spare bandaid from her hoodie pocket and carefully returned it to its place over her slit.
“Rad…” croaked Scootaloo, shortly before passing out. Twilight chuckled, dropping down onto the couch beside her thoroughly-fucked mentee, before using her magic to summon a thick lawbook and a scroll of parchment. Dash arched her brow, licking the cum from her lips before joining the girls on the sofa.
“Whatcha doing?” asked Rainbow. “Is a book report your idea of aftercare or something?”
“Funny. No, I just figured, since I have time, I should really write a new draft of that public indecency law,” said Twilight. She shook her head in disbelief. “Can’t believe all it takes is a bandaid over your vagina…”
“So, what? After all this, you’re gonna make it harder for Squirt to do her thing?”
“Not exactly. The problem wasn’t her indecency, it’s the fact that it’s not explicitly allowed, nor is it technically against the law. What she does is in this weird legal limbo. I was thinking I’d just develop some sort of policy to make it explicitly within the confines of the law.”
Twilight smirked, giving Scootaloo’s bandaid-covered pussy a gentle little pat.
“Her workaround is pretty cute, but it’s a bit of a bandaid solution, don’t you think?”