The Unfortunate Event

You collect yourself, letting your anger subside, and console the hurt filly, and watching the culprits run away. You place your baggy down beside the crying filly and reach out to her, she cowers at your touch, but stops pulling away once realizing the touch is aimed to be gentle and soothing. You stroke her orange coat, running through it with your fingers, both to soothe her and to check for any cuts or bumps. Though there are a few, it’s nothing the body can’t handle on its own to heal over time. It’s more the mental health you’re concerned with this little one.

“It’s alright honey, they’re gone now,” you whisper in a soft, but audible tone. Though she is aware you’re no threat, she still cries and shakes, as to be expected, she’s probably in a lot of pain. You pick her and the baggy up, cradling her in your arms, one propping up her head and the other on her rump with the bag handle, she doesn’t put up much of a fight or show rebuff to this action. “It’s okay, we’re going back to my place so we can sort this all out,” you explain to her, still speaking as calmly as you can, trying to avoid how fast your heart is beating. Dismissing the event that just happened, you continue home.

You arrive back to your place, nothing extravagant like a kingdom, it’s the ordinary structure of that of a ponyville house. You lay her down on your sofa, and proceed to the kitchen to place your bag down, and quickly unload its contents onto the table. Once all the produce and goods are laid out, you go check up on the filly you had just rescued. She’s not crying much anymore, but some occasional sniffles, it’s obvious she’s still very distressed. You recline yourself beside her, she wasn’t very aware of your presence as she lets out a small gasp, flicking her head towards you for but a second, but quickly regains her posture.

“I can’t start to tell you how sorry I am to have that happen to you,” you begin, “I know how emotionally and physically hurt you are right now. But the worst is over, I assure you.” You say as you reach out to pet her mane. She doesn’t respond, you suppose she’s heard that whole shtick before, that whole, ‘It’ll get better’ nonsense that you yourself hated hearing. You slowly lower your hand back to your side, you should’ve guessed that this has happened before to the young filly. Harassment and bullying isn’t just a one time thing, it’s continuous, and it only gets worse the further it progresses.

“I can somewhat relate though,” you begin with a sigh, “I was picked on a lot in my high school. Never beaten up or even fought, but certainly still not shown respect or kindness. People sticking notes or tape to my back, throwing shit at me, usual mockery or insults. Even after I left highschool and went to college I still got a lot of that. Once I got out of there though it was okay enough,” you say trying to sound reassuring, quickly realising though that you basically said, “This bullying stuff isn’t gonna stop until you’re done with school.”

She doesn’t react to your statement though, she looks zoned out. Got that whole 1000 yard stare going on, just looking straight at the wall in front of her, maybe deep in thought? You’re not exactly sure what to do, you never really had to deal with helping out a bullied victim before, you mostly kept your head low, especially ever since you got to Ponyville, but there was something about this incident that just pissed you off, and made you intervene. With nothing else think to say, you wear a smile to try to cover up the not so reassuring story you just told her.

“C’mon, wanna join me for dinner? I’m making vegetable soup.” This somewhat catches her attention, well not her directly, but certainly her stomach’s. After mentioning food to the little filly, her tummy spits out a huge grumble, a moan for food almost.

You laugh a bit, “I guess that’s a yes then. You sit in here and just do whatever, try not to break anything.” you reply, petting her surprisingly soft purple mane. It somehow fixates her frown to a quick small smile, and then to a blank face.You let a content smile overcome you, knowing you're gaining a little progress with this filly. You stand up and proceed to the kitchen, and begin to cut up the various vegetable you bought earlier. You weren’t a cook before you got here in ponyville and you still aren’t one now. But it’s not that hard to cut vegetables and brew them in tomato juice, now is it?... Is it? You don’t even know how long it needs to cook…

Turns out your meal wasn’t that much of a disaster, looking at it it certainly looks edible, even tastes acceptable too. Look at you, saving fillies and making halfway decent soup, what a… pathetic person you are celebrating over soup. You were about to call out the fillys name to get her to come eat, but quickly realize you don’t even know her name. You pop your head around the corner from the kitchen to the living room to check on the little pony, her eye’s half lit, struggling to keep her heavy eyelids up. It’s clear that she’s tired, but she needs to at least get something in that gut of hers before she sleeps. You haven’t even called her parents yet, they must be worried sick about her. Best to eat quick and send her about her way. You knock on the wall to get her attention, immediately she springs to life and looks straight at you, which surprisingly catches you off guard, she hasn’t made much eye contact at all up until this point. She’s no longer pouty looking or crying, not even a bit red eyed for that matter. Her eyes… What pretty purple eyes… You shake the thought away, “S-soups on.” She hops off the couch and follow you towards the kitchen.

You quickly snatch two bowls and fill them up, placing one in front and opposite of you for the little one. She doesn’t hesitate to start digging in, and you haven’t even gotten the two of you spoons yet… You skip getting her one and just let her eat how she is now, you pull up the chair and dig in as well, less barbaric than the pony sitting opposite from you. After a little while you try to pull some information out of her.

“If you’re eating my food I at least need to know your name,” you say in a joking manner.

The filly’s eating frenzy comes to a halt as she pulls her head from the bowl, splotches of tomato sauce in her hair and on her face, “S-scootaloo..”

“Okay Scootaloo,” you tell her your name as well. “Where do you live? I imagine your parents are worried sick about you at this hour.” you ask looking at the clock, it reads 10:03.

She falters a bit before beginning her sentence, “I don’t have any.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you begin, how are you to know the whereabouts of this kid’s parents. You feel your throat choke up as you ask your next question, “Guardians?” you ask warily.

She shakes her head, “Alone…” is all that she says.

You feel your heart sink, immediately you feel great pity for Scootaloo, being all alone with no providers, AND being bullied. Which is the next topic you’re dreading, “I want to help you Scootaloo, do you know the name of the foals that were bullying you earlier?”

She lets out a shaky exhale, “I-it was these 3 fillies who go to school with m-me. Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, a-and somepony else I didn’t re-recognize…” she says, looking like she’s about to cry again. You decide to not progress any further with the questions, for now.

“Well Scootaloo, we best get you cleaned up, huh?” you announce, scratching the back of your head and trying your best to wear a smile. She nods, still looking dreaded. The both of you stand up, you begin to put the bowls away in the sink, and then lead the youngster the bathroom. You start up the tub for, letting the cold water run and plugging the drain as the warm water starts, you then turn to Scootaloo, staring at you, “You uh… got it from here?”

She shakes her head, “I need help…”

“You mean getting in?” She nods. You kneel down to her level, she’s still gazing at you with those eyes, you don’t know what it is about that stare of hers, it’s as if they’re piercing at you. You move your hands to pick her up, putting your hands between her legs and chest, where the armpits would be on a person… do horses even have armpits you begin to wonder.

“Uhh… Mister?”

“Wha?... Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something.”

“It’s not that, it’s just… what are you?”

She’s blunt and straightforward this pony, you assume she means what species you are, seeing how you certainly don’t look like a horse, “Well Scootaloo I’m a human, I’m not originally from here, I’m from a planet called earth. I-it’s a long story, maybe I can tell it to you some day. Is that why you’ve been staring at me ever since you got here?”

“Y-yeah… at first I thought I was just dreaming when you picked me up, like I passed out from the pain… So I just ignored it, but now I realize what’s happening is all too real to be a dream, except for you, and I can’t stop looking at you.” she answered, while still observing you. You’re just thankful she’s less concealed as she was earlier, now she was speaking full sentences, and making… a bit too much eye contact.

“I’ve been around Ponyville a lot, have you only just now seen me?”

“I don’t linger around much in public, I’m either at school, my house, or the club house with my friends.”

“So you DO have a house, where is it?”

“Well… it’s not so much a house,” she replied, looking down at the floor and tapping her hooves together, “more a… shack. Can you uh, put me down… please?”

Stupid… you completely forgot you were still holding her, “Ye-Yea, sorry.” you reply as you place her into the now full bath. She shrieks a little when her legs hit the surface, “Sorry! Too hot?”

“No it feels… nice.” she sighs. You get a giggle out of this and place her the rest of the way in, laying down her head still bobs out of the water. She’s got a really goofy look on her face, but at least she’s happy.

“How long has it been since you had a bath?” You ask her, reaching for the shampoo.

“I bathe regularly, but just not with water as warm as this, mostly cold water in a pan and a rag.” she replies, not even letting what she said phase her.

“You must have it really rough, huh?” you ask, squirting shampoo into your palm.

“It doesn’t bother me now. Well not as mu-uuuuch,” she exhaled, surprised by your touch in shampooing her mess of mane.

“Heheh, you’re too cute,” you giggle. “I’ve never washed anyone with tomato sauce in their hair.”

“Y-yea, sorry. I was starving, only thing I had to eat was a muffin that Mrs. Cake gave me,” she explained, “Really it’s not as bad as I’m making it sound. I get by fine.”

“You get by, but not fine. You should never settle, always strive to have better, otherwise your life doesn’t have much a purpose. Though you’re young, you don’t have much you can do, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try though, uh try standing up a bit, I need to clean your coat” you say with a smile, scrubbing away at her head, now covered in suds.

“You’re right,” she replied, repositioning herself, “Just because I have what I need doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try for more… Cause I could certainly use a bath like thisssss.” she moans, leaning into your scrubbing.

“Alright,” you mope, “My arms are getting tired, and I’d say this bath is just about done.” you say, flinging the suds off your arms. “I’ll leave you to dry off.” you add as you walk out of the bathroom.

You lean back against the bathroom door, thinking of what it was exactly that was needed done before going to bed, besides dealing with the kid. At least she’s opened up. Sad though that the kid ain’t got nowhere to live other than a shack, well that’s not necessarily true, she could stay here… Why did you just think that? Well… why not? It wouldn’t be so bad to have some company, besides she seems really nice and interested in you, even reminds you of yourself when you were younger. The dishes! That’s what you’re forgetting, you make your way to the kitchen, twist the nozzle on the faucet and begin washing the few dishes in the sink. Thankfully living alone doesn’t require you to clean many dishes, though that may not be the case any longer. If Scootaloo takes you up on the offer of course.

Everything rinsed off and put back up, you make your way back down the hallways to the bathroom, the doors been opened and Scootaloo’s no longer drying off. She must be checking out the house or something. You look around, from the living room, the work space, the laundry room, nowhere to be found. That is until you reach your bedroom, she’s curled up the bed, fast asleep, damn she must’ve been more exhausted than you. You’re tempted to wake her and tell her there’s a 2nd bedroom, but looking at her sleep is making you realize how exhausted you are… whatever she can sleep in your bed with you, besides she’s on her side, and there’s more than enough room for you to lay down in.

You take off your accessories and clothing, and slip into some PJ pants and a loose shirt, thank god Rarity made you some backup clothes while you were here, didn’t take long to get the concept of human clothing for her. She’s got the smarts, and the looks... Being here so long really fucks with your preferences, you’re already forgetting what a real human girl looks like, and are getting somewhat used to the thought of fucking a horse, cause let’s face it, A man can only go so long without ‘release’, and when he forgets what girls look like, he thinks of mares. Not to say you’ve made a move on anypony yet, Twilight’s always gonna be there though in case you ever need ‘release’, last ditch effort you suppo… WHY ARE YOU THINKING THIS RIGHT NOW?!

You approach the bed and gently pull the covers up, sliding into place, and trying not to make too much noise that can wake the sleeping filly up. Once in place you instantly feel your eyelids become heavier, that was quick, but you’re not arguing. You just want that sweet feeling of… rest…

… Is someone breathing on my face? You lift your aching eyes just a bit to notice Scootaloo observing you again. Though the lights are out, the moonlight pouring in from the window has reflection on her eyes. They look even more beautiful than they did earlier, just then her eyes shoot open, looks like she noticed you staring back. Immediately she jumps back into the spot she was in earlier with a shriek.

“Sorry sorry sorry! I jus… I can’t think of what I want to say exactly!” she says, panicking.

You reach your palm out towards her small hoof, “You don’t have to fret, it’s just a little weird is all. I understand though, I am pretty out of this realm to ponies, so don’t apologize.” This only makes her freak out more.

“Just.. stop making me feel this way!”she protests. Now you’re really caught off guard, ‘making me feel this way,’?

“What do you mean?” you question.

“You… you being nice and comforting and just… it feels weird you doing those things. The way you pet me earlier and the way you talk to me, it’s all so gentle and nice.”

“Honey there’s nothing wrong with being nice to one another, and what do you mean makes you feel funny?” you ask, getting more confused by the second.

“It… makes me feel warm but embarrassed, and just… tingly?” she replies, sounding more like asking on that last word, ‘tingly’.

“... What were you doing when you were staring at me earlier?”

She really looks panicked now, you think you can even hear her little heart beating madly, her face blood red with embarrassment, “I… I was..”

You feel you’re no longer in control of your own body, as you shift closer to her. almost touching her. She’s unsure how to react, staring at you so intently though, those eyes again, so hypnotic… So… You hear a muffle, only to realize you have pressed your lips against hers. You were about to pull away until she pushed into your kiss, accepting it. This is really bad, you have to stop this now, she’s just filly. You try to pull away, but she only pushes closer to you, you fall backwards onto the bed. Thinking you’ve escaped, until her hops onto you, almost pinning you down, and she presses against your lips again. This is so wrong, but why does it feel so good? Her soft lips against yours, unknowing how to properly kiss but desperately trying to, to feel something, to feel attention, to feel loved. You give up, you can’t escape the passion and love Scootaloo’s trying so desperately to give you, you stop your struggle, and try and match her rhythm in her kissing, pressing into her. It becomes to much for her though, her legs give out and she plops right down onto your chest and part of your lower torso, she lets out a surprised gasp, all you can do is giggle.

“Sorry, I ju-” she begins, you stop her, rubbing your hand along the side of her face, and placing your thumb gently on her chin, you lean in to kiss again and she follows not so shortly behind. You lips dance once more, it’s not enough though, you want more. You part your mouth a bit and press your tongue against her lips, unknowing what to do she just opens her mouth, letting your tongue sliver in, exploring her mouth, tasting her sweet saliva. She doesn’t know how to react, all she can do is let out stifled moans feeling your tongue against hers. She pulls away breathless, staring at you with such need, such want, you can tell she wants more.

“Not how I expected my night going, but I’m certainly not complaining.” you say, rubbing her back. She avoids eye contact as she wriggles around on you, her entire face red with embarrassment. “Something wrong?”

“M-my… my vagina itches.” she answers, hesitantly.

You let a grin overcome your face, “Want me to take a look?” she makes eye contact for but a second and quickly looks away again, and gives a slow nod. You scoop her warm limp body off of yourself and lay her down beside you. Getting on all fours you practically tower over her, face to face with the filly who just tonight you knew nothing of, now she’ll all your care about. You steal a quick kiss from her, before she can even react to it, you’ve begun kissing your way down her body. Her little neck, her warm chest, her soft belly, and now face to face with her marehood, you give one long bold kiss, forcing a yelp of surprise out of your precious little meal. Seeing how you were about to eat her out.

You continue to tease her, never licking directly on her cunny, but gently kissing and licking the area around it. The way it makes her whine and her hips buck are simply adorable, what’s wrong with playing with your food a bit? Deciding she and her tight snatch have had enough teasing, you apologize by pressing your tongue into her folds, with long and hard laps. Unrelenting, giving her and her body what it’s desired ever since she stared at you earlier with such intent. Thick throaty cries erupt from the filly, she’s probably never even masturbated before, but now she was being kissed all over and having your tongue draped across her marehood, licking and probing her now soaked snatch. Your burning hunger to just drop the whole nice guy act and fucking her wild is running thin, but you maintain your pent up sexual frustration… for now. Eventually, eventually you’ll both experience your release. The thought of fucking her is getting your more worked up, you spread her slit open with your thumbs, and bury your tongue as deep as it can bury itself, pouring moan after moan from the spoiled filly. Not the only thing she’s pouring out, her nectar overflowing, the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted, and the way her moans are get higher pitched, the more juice she gushes, you can tell that she’s almost reached her limit. You decide to give her a hell of an experience though, you retreat your tongue from her pussy, and wrap your lips around her swollen clit, looping and drawing your tongue around it, while using two of your digits to finger the filly as deeply as possible. Even the way she drags her breath and inhales sounds so erotic, that isn’t even compared to the jaw dropping shouting moan she delivers at her peak of orgasm. Coating your entire face with her juices, lapping the rest off her vagina, and licking your fingers clean of the creamy fluids.

She’s now collapsed on the bed, her eyes half lit, still panting with her tongue drooping out of her mouth. Such a goofy look on her face, similar to the one she had earlier in the tub, only this one more lewd.

“I hope you aren’t done,” you whisper to her, immediately her head shoots up off the pillow, almost as if you weren’t even there, that the sexual things done to her was something else.

“There’s still more?”

You nod, “And if you think that felt good, you’re gonna love this.” You scoop your little ball of pleasure up and lay her down on her belly, her hooves folded inwards, “Stand with your hind legs, cutie.” She complies and tries her hardest to stand on her back hooves, visibly shaking, looks like that orgasm is still trying to subside in her. But now you have an amazing view of her flank, it’s looks so tempting you’re willing to eat her out again, but the raging cock in your pants says otherwise. You quickly, but calmly take off your PJs, and toss them aside along with your shirt, boxers, and socks. You’re not the most fit guy in the world, with no visible abs or broad pecs, but at least you don’t have a ‘belly’ on you, and your arms aren’t all flabby and fat. Your cock about six and a half, modest if you say so yourself. “Alright Scootaloo, do you know what’s gonna happen next?”

She gives a slight nod, “Y-you’re gonna out your thingy into mine... “

“Uh huh, now it may be a painful at first, but after the pain you’ll really enjoy it.”

“How much pain?” she asked, with a quiver in her voice.

You sigh, kinda regretting rushing into things,“I’m not gonna lie Scootaloo, it can be very painful for some wome- mares, and some don’t even feel it at all… Are you still up for this?” She paused for what felt like hours to you, probably to afraid to speak, “We’ll just do it some other time, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have fo-”

“I’ll do it.” she said boldly, turning her head around looking at you, “I… want to feel loved.”

You’re a little surprised by her forwardness, but you smile warmly, “You won’t feel alone anymore. I promise.” With that you position yourself at her entrance, you tip pressing up against her opening, she’s blistering hot, and so tight as you press inside of her. She lets out occasional grunts and pants, until you get about halfway in her and feel some resistance. “This is where it’ll get a bit painful, just let me know when you want me to push.” She’s hesitant, taking audible deep breaths, you know this must be a scary experience for her.

“D-do it.” she mumbles, with that you pull out a bit, and slam home, past her hymen and deeper inside her, pushing a high pitched squeak from the pony. Such an amazing sensation, how soft, how tight, and how hot she is inside. You’re in utter bliss, she’s an entire different story though, grunting, dragging breaths, you think you even hear… sobbing. It’s as to be expected, but it doesn’t make it any easier to hear.

“Okay, we’re past the bad part now, forever. Soon the pain will subside, when it does let me know and I’ll start moving.”

“okay…” she whispers. You wish you could do something, anything to make her feel better, but moving may cause more stinging or pain, you try your best to massage her to help her calm down, A+ for effort, right?... After a while though she does begin to calm down, and even wiggles around a bit. “G-go ahead.” You draw out of her a bit, feeling her clamp around you as she shudders is simply magnificent. You push back in, those tight walls hugging you as they welcome you back inside. You pump into her a while, listening to her cute moans as she gnaws on the pillow. Your tempted to speed up, you’re going so painfully slow, it’s taking every shred of concentration and will to not just plow into her and make her your own personal fuck toy, she may even want that, but let's not take risks. You decide to change up your game though, if you can’t go fast then you go deep, you pull back again and push all you have into her, drawing an erratic breath from the filly. You continue pumping into her, deep and slow, although you’re not completely in, you continue to push as hard as you can into her. Never sporadically, nice, smooth, deep pumps into her tight snatch, with your head kissing at her cervix with every push.

You pick up the pace though, speeding up but taking a few inches out of the equation, don’t want to ruin her, at least not just yet. Thrusting into her this quick really brought out her voice, occasionally she let out deep long breaths or quiet moans, now she’s almost singing out in passion. She almost deflates on the bed, having you to quickly release her tail and snatch her other ass cheek into your hand. This surprises her and she let’s out a quick squeal, and a tight hug around your cock. She’s put all her weight into your hands now, she’s surprisingly light, you didn’t notice when you put her in the tub earlier, but you can easily hold her with 1 arm. You let an evil grin overcome you as you pick up your pleasure toy, 1 hand holding her chest, the other still gripping at her flank, getting an even better angle and pump even harder and faster into her. She can’t pretend she doesn’t love this, whimpering and moaning every thrust in and out of her mess of a pussy.

Sadly all good things must come to an end. You feel that pitch building up in you, warning you that you’re about to cum. Without a second thought you plow harder and harder into your little pony, punishing her cunny for being too good.

“S-something ha-happening again!” she cries out, you continue to plow into her, sweat beading from your eyebrow, and hips relentlessly pounding away at her once virgin snatch. She clamps down around your cock, spurting wave after wave of love juice, her mouth hung open with her tongue out, eyes rolled to the back of her head. You’ve reached your limit too and you slam home one final time, moaning out in pure ecstasy as you shoot rope after rope into the young filly. You pull out of her, cum spurting out of her fuck hole. You lay her back down on the bed, still panting like a wild animal, and collapse on your side.

Just as you’re about to drift off to sleep the phone begins to ring, fuck it, just let it ring. Why ever leave a spot as cozy as this? You pull Scootaloo closer to you and hug her tightly against you as she does the same. “Scootaloo, this may be a weird time to ask… But do you wanna live here with me? I know it’s not amazing, bu-”

“I’d love to” she whispers, nuzzling closer into you. You hug her tightly again, kissing her gently on the forehead, and drift off to sleep…

Ending: A New Beginning.