Foalquest

by thatoneguy28

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Sex, Scootaloo, Human
Length: 2129

After losing your job, you move to Ponyville through a portal from the human world to earn money, starting a foal sitting service

Thanks to Princess Celestia, a portal has opened from Equestria to the human world. You are a human female who recently lost her job and, with nothing keeping you in the human world, you decide to make a life in Equestria. The pay is much better, the ponies are much nicer than humans... or so you think. You decide to supplement your income at Quills and Sofas by starting a foal sitting service and your first (and only) customer is Scootaloo. She seems eager for your services for some reason...

One shot, one day written story again. VERY little editing beyond spell checking. This is a first person story which contains pony (Scootaloo) on human female, rape, impregnation, watersports, and bestiality.

Published 2014-08-16 16:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-16 16:30:02 UTC

The only chapter

You are a human female living in the land of Equestria. More specifically in Ponyville. Celestia, who heard from Twilight’s dimension hopping that your particular dimension seemed to be having economic troubles, decided to help out and allow trade, travel, and work in her dimension, and opened a portal where humans could freely travel back and forth. After losing your job at one of the various retail shops in the human dimension and not having anything or anyone keeping you there, you decided to take Celestia up on her offer. It really helped that the exchange rate from bits to dollars was so high, you’d be rich in no time!

While you had a good job helping out at Sofas and Quills, it didn’t take too much of your time. You also didn’t really like to participate in the ponies’ activities, preferring to spend your off time by yourself. Yet it felt like something was missing. You decided you could supplement your income with another part time position, and decided that perhaps doing some foalsitting would be a good idea. So you advertised the new job at your house just on the edge of Ponyville, waiting for a response. Luckily, it didn’t take too long, just a day late there was a knock on the door.

You’re surprised to see Rainbow Dash standing there. Wasn’t she kind of, well… too old to be babysat? Before you could voice your confusion, Rainbow Dash set down Scootaloo. You looked her over, still confused but noticing that she was acting a little strange.

“So, yeah… Scootaloo saw your ad and insisted I take her here to be foalsat.”

Rainbow leaned a bit closer, enough to whisper in your ear. “To be honest, I could use a couple of days without her following around, you know?”

You point out that your ad was for just a few hours and not for overnight, let alone a few days.

“I’ll pay triple your rate.”

No sooner had the words left Rainbow’s mouth, you were nodding, pulling Scootaloo inside the house, and closing the door. You stood there, looking down at Scootaloo and sighed. NOW what were you supposed to do? You were prepared for, well… younger ponies. Scootaloo, though…? She practically had her cutie mark by now, right? Before you could figure out what to do first, you heard a loud growling. You turned your head to find the source of the sound and found it’s coming from Scootaloo. You giggled a bit and asked her if she would like a snack and something to drink. No surprise to you, Scootaloo nodded. You quickly headed to the kitchen and fixed a couple of drinks, bringing them into your living room and setting them on the table. You instructed Scootaloo to sit anywhere and make herself at home while you make the snacks.

“I want a hayburger!”

You smile to yourself as you went back to the kitchen. You had lived in Ponyville long enough to know how to make those, even if you didn’t eat them yourself. It took a good 50 minutes to make the snacks fully, a hayburger for Scootaloo and frozen yogurt with granola for yourself. You entered back into the living room and set down the tray, watching as the little filly scarfed down the burger as if she hadn’t eaten in weeks. You smiled and set about to eating your own, healthy snack, sipping on the sweet tea you had made. You cringed a bit at how sweet the tea was. It tasted a little bit sweeter than you remembered, but you shrugged it off. Soon, you had finished your snack as well as Scootaloo finishing her snack. You gave a small yawn and stretched, feeling oddly sleepy for the middle of the afternoon. You suggested to Scoots that maybe a quick nap after the snacks would be a good idea, then the two of you could go out and play afterwards. You’re a little surprised that a young pony such as Scootaloo would agree, but you felt too tired to really care or find anything strange with it. You found the room getting a little blurry as your eyes started to flutter closed. It felt good to take a nap.

You weren’t sure how long you had been sleeping, but you slowly began to wake when an odd taste entered your mouth. It tasted like sweets and tea and… hayburger? You groaned a little as you opened your eyes, finding an odd feeling over your whole body and seeing some kind of orange blob. You could feel things, sure, but you couldn’t move at all. Your eyes focused and the orange blur in front of your face became clearer. It was Scootaloo’s head and… she was kissing you? You could feel the little tongue sliding and twisting about in your mouth as she frenched you hard. You made some sort of sound, though it isn’t words, which alerted the filly that you were at least awake. Scootaloo quickly broke the kiss, letting a strand of saliva hang between her tongue and your tongue.

“Mornin’ sleepyhead. I hope you don’t mind that you can’t really move much. Not that I need you moving too much. I’ve always wanted to do this with a human, and I won’t stop til your belly is all rounded!”

Rounded? That could only mean one thing, and that was being pregnant. How would that happen? Scootaloo was a filly, wasn’t she? You obviously have a confused look on your face, confirmed when Scootaloo pushed you down onto the floor easily and stood over your face. You got a good look at her… no, HIS bits.

“Surprise! I’m not really a little filly, I’m a full fledged colt. Ever since I saw clop from your human world, I got a fetish for the humans. I’ve always wanted a human to mate with, and now I do! Too bad I had to drug her but still… wanted to make sure you’d cooperate.”

Scootaloo squatted down while his cock dropped and hung limp, the tip resting right on your mouth. Whatever she drugged you with made most of your body limp and unresponsive, as evidenced when your mouth parted around the cock tip. You weren’t a virgin by this point, but you were confused when Scootaloo didn’t start to thrust into your mouth. Wasn’t that what he was going to do?

“I surfed a LOT of your fetish sites, and a number of them said humans like this. You’d never find ME on the receiving end, though.”

Before your mind could process what Scootaloo was saying, you tasted something acrid on your tongue. You blinked slowly, happy that the drugs let you at least swallow as the piss flowed into your mouth. You blinked again and made an odd gurgle noise as the little colt used you as his toilet. It was a taste you couldn’t stand at all, and never would have agreed to this treatment no matter how cute the colt was.

Scootaloo had no concern for what you wanted; he fully emptied his bladder into your mouth. He didn’t pull out when done, either; the colt squatted down a bit more and slipped more of the cock into your mouth. He gave you no time to protest since you were in no position TO protest, the colt starting to thrust quickly into your mouth. You could feel the thick meat as it pumped up and filled with blood, pre dripping down the back of your throat. Scootaloo gave a very hard thrust and forced his cock into your throat. It hurt quite a bit, not used to deepthroating cocks, let alone a horse cock as thick and long as Scootaloo’s. You made a choked sound which Scootaloo thought was a sound of encouragement, the colt speeding up his thrusting into your mouth. Soon the entire length was sliding in and out of your throat, a slight taste of blood mixed with the salty pre as your throat is stretched too wide too quickly. Scootaloo didn’t let up, thrusting even faster and harder until his balls were slapping against your chin. With how young he was, Scootaloo didn’t last too long, blowing his load down your throat after only a few minutes.

Scootaloo pulled out of your raw, hurting throat, his cock still hard and throbbing. He’s not sure why, but he had seen all sorts of porn vids from the human dimension, so he was going to emulate them. He shifted his stance a couple of times before slapping his cock across your face, smearing pre and cum all over your face. He scooted a bit further back and sat down hard, slipping his cock up under your shirt and in between your breasts. Of all the days to not wear a bra…

Scoots roughly pushed at the breasts hidden by your shirt before pulling a hoof back and slamming it against the flesh. You let out a loud cry, though with Scootaloo’s inexperience, he wasn’t sure if it was a cry of pleasure or pain. He’s already sliding his thick, throbbing cock between your cleavage, the strikes smushing your breasts together. The friction caused from the tighter cleavage is nearly too much for the young colt, already close to letting out another load of potent cum. Scootaloo suddenly stops his thrusting, his wings twitching. He had a face of pure ecstasy plastered on his face as you felt something warm and wet splatter on your chest and get soaked up by your shirt, making a large wet spot on it and dirtying it.

You hoped after the second release Scootaloo would at least let you rest. That was a no go as Scootaloo was still quite horny and eager to play with her new toy. Paying no attention to your own safety and comfortableness, Scootaloo grabbed ahold of your skirt with his teeth and flipped it up. Scootaloo got a good look at your human bits since you neglected to wear panties that day as well. Still unable to move, Scootaloo quickly mounts you and shoves his cock into your tight, wet cunt. While not a virgin, you were still not used to taking a cock as large and as thick as a colt’s. You let out a scream of pain as your passage gets stretched out wider than ever before a bit too fast. A bit of blood flows out around the cock from how wide you were stretched, the little colt already railing away at your box. While he thrusted, he took one of his front hooves and struck you a number of times, squishing his cum against your chest with a couple of strikes to your breasts, and drawing a bit of blood and a few bruises with sharp strikes to your face. Each strike causes your passage to clamp down around the cock inside your painfully stretched cunt. You don’t get off at all, but Scootaloo does. He shoves his cock all the way in to the hilt, the tip of his cock forced into your womb. Even with two releases before, Scootaloo paints the inside of your womb with spurt after spurt of potent cum, nearly filling up your womb completely. Once spent, Scootaloo pulled out and left your cunt gaping wide, cum dribbling out.

Still unable to move, you flinched when Scootaloo left the room, returned, and slid something around your neck. It was a collar with two words on it: Breeder Pony.

“Too bad you don’t get a cutie mark, cause your special talent now will be to give me as many foals as I want.”

A leash was attached to your collar and you were led down to the basement of your house. You’re quite certain that no one would notice you missing, since you hadn’t made many friends since you moved to Ponyville.

Days passed and you were still unable to move, the drugs must be long lasting or something, or the food you were given was laced with it. The days ended up running together, the same scene happening again and again, always ending with you having a womb full of cum. Eventually your belly began to round out and the daily rapings to your cunt stopped. Scootaloo still wanted to play with her toy, though, and switched to using your backdoor. You were constantly covered in bruises from how rough he played with you, but always careful to not harm your belly. You WERE carrying his foals, after all.

Once you gave birth to the foals, the pattern would continue until you were knocked up again and again, becoming a proper breeding pony to help supplement the pony population.