Scootanari

It'd been a while since I'd done this: stood in front of the mirror and gave myself a proper look over. It was the shame, I supposed, the fact that I never really wanted to confront just what was waiting to greet me on the other side, but this time, I felt strangely invigorated.

I knew why, of course. That session with Rainbow Dash earlier was still running circles in my mind, flashing back to scenes of panting and sweat and her soft hooves running over me... It was like a dream, surreality at its greatest, but part of me believed that it had all been genuine, that she'd meant everything she said.

And so it was that I was stood in front of my full length mirror in my bedroom, studying my face, my figure, my everything. I looked like a typical young mare, barely past a filly. Same soft coat and long mane, dainty features and curved muzzle, the long lashes and soft lips... The only real difference was the one that I always kept hidden, the one that I made a point to never look at if I could help it.

But right now, I felt different. I moved to lay down, sitting on my haunches first before pushing my hind legs out and leaning back, spreading them and staring wide eyed in my mirror, almost as if I'd caught myself doing something I shouldn't be.

A worried, curious filly stared back at me. I felt like a child again, like I had when I first discovered that what I had down there wasn't normal. But this was almost the opposite. Right now, it was more the feeling that I'd finally realised that even through all of my confusion, that cock between my legs might just be natural, in some weird sense of the word.

But how could it be attractive, I wondered?

Well, there was the obvious answer that mares liked big cocks. Or at least, a lot of them did, but did they really like them on small, cute, teenage fillies? I supposed I could always ask, but who would I even start with? And what would I do? Just walk up to one of my friends like 'hey, you know how you thought I had a pussy? WELL GUESS WHAT' and then whip it out? No, that'd result in screaming and embarrassment for everyone involved. I'm not doing that.

Then what was the plan of action, if not to be blunt about it? It was easy for Rainbow Dash to get straight to the point, as she already knew, and she'd had a chance to come to terms with it, but for other ponies? Then again, that begged the question of why exactly it was still taking me eighteen damn years to do the same thing.

I gave it a bit of a rub, slowly coaxing it from its sheath. I wasn't horny, I just wanted to look. It really did look large in comparison to the rest of my body, noticeably so. I was a petite thing, a little shorter than most mares my age with an athletic frame, yet here I was with a cock that Rainbow Dash thought would make stallions jealous.

Did I really have something so great here?

My own sexuality was something I'd been coming to terms with all my life. I could... appreciate stallions, the look of them, the way they smelled when they were all sweaty. Big Mac had this scent about him when he'd been working the farm, and it was different from Applejack's, something that made me have to take a deep breath and look the other way. But the idea of having a stallion inside of me always gave me the shivers. Was that normal for a mare?

I didn't think I liked the idea of being fucked, but the idea of putting what I had in another mare? That always got me hard, almost impossibly so, and I started to wonder if that made me a lesbian, or if it made me like a stallion. All I knew was that I'd fantasised about fucking at least half of my friends on multiple separate occasions, even having them suck it together. It was depraved and downright strange, but it was the kind of thing I thought about when I was in the mood.

Not that thinking about it now was really helping my predicament, especially with the flashbacks to earlier still racing in my mind. I could feel my cock beginning to stiffen against my soft belly as I continued to look at myself in the mirror. I had a smaller set of testicles, they didn't really match the size of my shaft, but in a way I almost considered them to be cute. It made hiding my assets a lot easier when I was flaccid, and despite their size, I still produced a pretty heavy load.

I suppose Rainbow Dash could attest to that now.

It made me a little giddy to think that she'd actually swallowed my cum. Nopony had ever even touched me before today, I started to wonder if anyone would even want to, yet she'd taken me so eagerly! A large part of me wanted it to happen again, desperately hoped it wasn't a one time thing, but I was worried that she was only interested in helping me, not in taking things any further.

Still, I could scarcely even imagine being able to say that I'd fucked Rainbow Dash. I wouldn't brag about it, of course, that wouldn't be fair on her, but I'd boast to no end in my own head, I'd think about how huge an achievement it was, how many ponies my age—hell, any age—would kill to be in my position. Even the hoofjob I'd had earlier, the feeling of her lips around my head as she drained everything I had to give her, it had been a heaven I'd doubted even existed until now.

It wasn't long until I was unconsciously stroking a hoof along my length. I don't think I was plainly aware of just how horny I was, how horny I always was, I was too busy being enraptured in my discoveries, in the change to my mindset that seemed to be hitting me all at once. I wanted to see what it would feel like to do more with a mare, I desperately did, but I thought that maybe it should be with someone else, that I should try opening up to another mare and seeing how they reacted.

Rainbow Dash had dragged it out of me, after all. I didn't have to do any of the work, I didn't have to confront anything, I simply laid back and let her make me feel good. I wanted to go out and earn it, like my friends had when they'd had their first times.

Going to Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle was still scary. It wasn't just that they were my best friends, that they might feel betrayed when I finally turned round to them and told them I'd been lying to them for my entire life, it was also the fact that they might just take pity on me, just like Rainbow might've. No, I needed to try things out with a pony that wouldn't beat around the bush with me, wouldn't lie to make me feel better, that was both genuine and uncaring as to whether they hurt my feelings.

But who? My mind ran through lists of names in a flurry, and without meaning to, I imagined myself looking at the back of each of their heads in sequence as I pounded them. It was strange, but I'd always imagined myself as dominant in bed, despite how timid I felt about the subject, even on my own. I'd be the type to fuck and please and take control of a mare, I thought. I'd hold them down, pull at their mane with my teeth, pound them senseless, nibble at their neck, make them putty in my hooves...

The pattern of my thoughts switched, almost by instinct. As the speed of my hoof rubbing against my base increased, it began to matter less who the pony was, it was more the idea of this pony that spurred me on. Someone I'd enjoy making a twitching, moaning slut, a pony that would take every inch of me in her mouth, pussy, even her little tailhole. I'd always liked the idea of a pony wrapping her tail around my cock as I pounded her ass, how it would feel having the silky hairs glide over my length as I filled her, so I thought on that next, spitting on my hoof and rubbing it in.

Silver Spoon had a nice tail... I'd long gotten over the guilt of thinking about ponies I knew like this, everyone was fair game in the theatre of the mind, and I was happy to imagine bending her over as I began to hold my length with both hooves—I needed both to hold it aloft and get a good angle—and pump up and down in a soft, repetitive rhythm.

When I closed my eyes, I imagined the way that Rainbow had done it earlier. I tried to match her movements, her speed, but it was almost impossible to get even close to right. I wasn't in her head, and that was part of the beauty of having another mare do it to you, something I hadn't fully realised until today. You just didn't know what they were going to do next.

So I focussed on the mirror intently, eyes opening, trying to look at myself as a totally separate mare. I tried to surprise myself, doing things I usually wouldn't, paying more attention to my balls, or taking the time to rub a hoof up and down my chest, or along the base of my sensitive wings. I made the self-play something drawn out and sensual, my hooves gliding over me even as my mind travelled to strange places and stranger sources of gratification still.

When my thoughts finally did settle, it was on an unexpected pony. Diamond Tiara. She'd shown off her little clit piercing before, and I could easily admit that the thought had drifted into my mind on many occasions in the past. Here it was again now, so cute and rebellious when coupled with her smug look, her tight pussy, her sexy body and luxurious mane...

I began to move faster, imagining taking her right when she'd shown us, in front of all of my friends, revealing myself to everyone and getting lost in the wave of passion that would've washed all of my trepidation away like so many forgotten memories. The scene I painted was raw, it was carnal, it was huffing and panting and a childhood friend begging to be filled, it was the reversal of how she used to treat me when I was young, as she'd be the little bitch this time, and I'd be the one humiliating her when she couldn't take enough of what I had to give her.

But she'd get used to it, and I'd just keep on giving. She'd love every second of it, and I knew it, and in that moment, I wasn't me anymore. I was a wanting, needing, aching mare with a desire that begged to be satiated, and I carried it out with an increase in the speed of my motions. I moved with a fervour, watching the pre seeping from my cock and imagining Diamond licking it away with a hungry look on her lips, knowing she'd next turn around and flash me a hopeful stare, longing for me to put it inside her.

And I'd oblige, Gods I'd oblige, I'd fill her with my hard cock and slam her until her womb was battered in my cum, until it was seeping out at the edges and she was a moaning, orgasming mess, tears seeping from her eyes, her throat hoarse from her screams of satisfaction, her body shaking from the intensity of our movements...

It wasn't long until I'd completely covered myself in my own seed, caked from chest to the end of my cock where it still dripped out of me. I hadn't even realised how close I was, but the thought of Diamond had been enough to set me off, and with that, I began to realise just who I'd need to try my luck on first if I was looking to truly explore my newfound confidence.

I stared down at my own body and flashed myself a small grin, a hint of embarrassment emblazoned across my cherry cheeks. I looked pretty cute coated in my own cum.