Rainbow Never Licked Me There...
(WARNING: This story contains foalcon. You have been adequately warned.)
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The moon shone down upon the floor and conjured up images that only the night could produce. As a brave filly, Scootaloo never feared such things. Rainbow Dash, her mentor and idol, never did and that meant that fear in that regard was unacceptable. It was getting late though... maybe she should go to bed.
"Wait... mom and dad won't be home until tomorrow. I can stay up!" Scootaloo realized with a huge grin on her face. She didn't usually get chances like this, so she figured she should make the best of it. Her mother and father were out on vacation and had left her to the babysitter, which she showed up and then just left when her parents left. Scootaloo had gotten used to it and even enjoyed the solitude. After an entire day of crusading, which she did almost every day, it kinda' felt good to be alone to collect her thoughts. She was almost glad her babysitter was as competent as a small foal.
Her grin faltered and was replaced with a look of utter confusion, "But... what should I do...? I mean... it's too late for cutie mark crusading..." Just then, she realized that the upstairs computer lay unguarded. Her parents didn't like her using it and when they did let her, they never let her on the internet. She had heard so much about the internet but to finally be able to use it?
"Well, no use just standing here!" Scootaloo said to herself.
"Note to self... talking to self is not healthy..." Scootaloo mumbled as she trotted up the stairs, the wood below her hooves creaking. This house had always creeped Scootaloo out but tonight seemed extra creepy. She went straight for her father's study and closed the door behind her. She looked to the other side of the room and there before her was the computer in all its splendor and glory. She trotted across the floor and to the office chair. She sat down, looked around boringly, and spun around on the spot a couple of times. She was about to turn the computer on when she spotted her father's emergency coffee machine for those long days typing out his reports for work. Her grin widened and she reached out a hoof and put a filter in. She used the 10 gallon water jug dispenser to fill it up and she put in a fresh serving of coffee powder. She plugged it in and turned it on with excitement. She had never had coffee before but the grownups enjoyed it so why wouldn't she? It would take awhile, so Scootaloo turned the computer on and went for the one thing she was never supposed to use. The internet.
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The human known only as Mark sat up in his office chair and cleared his throat. All the sounds that could be heard besides that was the desk fan and some lone clicks from the mouse and tapping from the keyboard. He moved from one pony pic to the other, a indifferent expression plastered upon his face. He ran a hand over the stubble on his cheek after breaking eye contact with this wonderful machine.
"Hmmm...I should probably shave in the morning." Mark said to himself. He went back to his mindless straing at the addictive computer, surfing over pony pics labeled as "NSFW" He copied and pasted his favorite ones and put them in a slideshow so he could lay back against the chair and admire them. He shared the slideshow with the rest of his internet pals and strangers that happened to come onto his site.
"My brain is full of pony..." Mark mumbled to himself with a small smile. This is what usually consisted in his lonely nights by himself. Just a man and his ponies. That's perfectly fine and not morally objectable in the slightest. Was it? Oh well, by now he stopped caring.
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Scootaloo clicked the internet and she begun her descent into this unknown and strange new world. She looked at some rather cute and funny pictures of cats with bread around their heads. She giggled to herself and just for the sake of being bored, she typed her own name in. She gasped when thousands of pictures of her popped up.
"What the... hay...?" Scootaloo mumbled to herself with wide eyes. There before her young and innocent eyes were pictures of her doing things that she didn't ever remember ever doing. For instance, she didn't remember kissing Applebloom! That's disgusting! She knew she should have stopped right there and walked away but she continued to sift through the website's rather disturbing images. There was even one where she was touching herself down between her legs.
"Maybe... somepony drew this..." Scootaloo mumbled to herself. But that still didn't explain the fact that somepony had drew her doing these things in the first place. And they kept on mentioning something called rule 34. Scootaloo opened up another tab and looked up what rule 34 meant. It read:
"Generally accepted internet rule that states that pornography or sexually related material exists for any conceivable subject.
Additionally it is accepted that the rule itself has limitations and you cannot be too specific on the content of the item in question.
Most commonly used on various message boards for various reasons, from humor to cruelty."
Scootaloo felt her cheeks turn to a crimson red as she read, "They sure as buck took that to a whole new level..." Scootaloo searched some more and found that the ponies that were doing these things with her friends were called bronies.
"Huh... clever. Ponies... bronies." Scootaloo mumbled to herself yet again. This was getting rather embaressng to watch. She hovered the mouse over somepny's user page link and clicked it. Apparently this stallion's name was Mark Henderson. Scootaloo raised her eyebrow at such a ridiculous name. His parents must have hated him. Scootaloo went to a certain slideshow of her friends doing naughty things and watched in wonder, no longer disgust. The more she watched, the more she felt something in between her hind legs get rather warm. She looked down and frowned and furrowed her brow in confusion. She decided to ignore it and continued with her task of finding out what exactly was going on here.
The coffee beeped, telling her that it was done, "Ah... now I can see what's so great about coffee..." Scootaloo said with a grin, shaking off the sense that she was being watched through some kind of invisible wall in space and time. I mean, that's ridiculous. Right? She poured herself a cup and dug into the mini refridgerator's ice tray and plopped some into the steaming mug. She waited until it was not so hot and took a small sip. Her eyes widened and she swallowed the disgusting liquid beause she sure as buck wasn't going to spit it out. Her dad would throw a fit.
"THAT'S DISGUSTING!" Scootaloo yelled, a small echo flitting around the room for just a short while. She looked down at the offending mug and took another sip in spite of the fact that she found it disgusting. She took another sip, and then another. She soon found that she had drank her way to the bottom of the coffee mug. She should have dumped it out but she kinda' liked it in some weird way. She felt energized and and fidgety after about three minutes of going to the kitchen and putting th mug into the sink. She went back to the computer and examined the offending content within even further. She saw a chat button off to the right of his profile picture, which had some bipedal creature with hair only on his head and on his cheek and around his mouth. It had weird things that looked kinda' like claws but stubbier and longer. She clicked chat and waited for this mysterious individual to accept her request. She had made an account and apparently somepony had already taken the name Scootaloo. She always considered her name to be quite unique but judging on how many picture there were of her doing these outragous yet strangeley exhilirating and exciting acts that there was bound to be somepony who had already taken her name as a user name. Instead she was kitten546.
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A notification for a chat popped up and it was someone with the username Kitten546. He accepted because he really didn't have anything better to do. He then started to type.
Mark Henderson: What's up?
Kitten546: Nothing... just chillin'. Thought I would chat with you. I have nothing better to do anyways.
Mark Henderson: Me neither... so... what do ya wanna' talk about?
Kitten546: First off... why do you have pictures of me doing disgusting things...?
What the fuck did Kitten546 say? What did she mean I had disgusting pictures of her. All I had were pictures of ponies and he definitely wasn't talking to a pony. I mean, that's absurd to even think about. He then started to type again, his laid back attitude now gone. Instead it was replaced with one of utter and hopeless confusion.
Mark Henderson: What are you talking about? I don't even know you.
Kitten546: I mean this picture.
Kitten546 linked a picture of Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash. Rainbow Dash was licking away at Scootaloo' vaginal areas and you could tell the little orange filly was enjoying herself. Mark had drawn that himself in his spare time, which he seemed to have a lot of. Mark started to laugh, in spite of the awkward situation that Kitten546 had created. She, Mark was guessing it was a she because of the rather feminine name, actually thought that she was Scootaloo.
"What the... fuck.... is this.. person... smoking...?" Mark said in between uncontrollable laughter. Little did he know, an unseen force was orchestrating this whole thing. But, if only he knew that. Tonight was a night that he was going to remember for the rest of his natural born life. Hell, even the afterlife if there even was one. He watched in amusement as Kitten546 continued to type out another message. Oh, this was going to be a fun night....
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Scootaloo was still confused and creeped out yet strangely excited as she typed out another message, which seemed like a daunting task due to the inescapable fact that she had hooves. And it should have been hard to do most of the day-to-day activites with stubs for the ends of her limbs. But, she somehow typed fluidly and performed those day-to-day taks with exceptional efficiency, which defied all reasonable logic but, oh well. Life goes on.
Kitten546: I'm pretty sure Rainbow never licked me there... I mean, I would remember if she did.
Mark Henderson: Look, I don't know what you've been smoking but I'd appreciate it if you didn't waste my time any further. Goodbye and good luck with your... obvious mental problems.
-User disconnected from chat and blocked you-
"What the buck?!" Scootaloo yelled out in outrage. How dare he block her! Scootaloo tried to chat with him again but the system denied it because he had blocked her. Well, that was a big waste of time. Little did the orange filly know, it wasn't her imagination that somepony was watching her. In the corner of the ceiling of her room there was a hidden camera watching her every move. Scoots wasn't alone in this. This pony had cameras in all of the ponies' houses in Ponyville. And there was even one in Mark Henderson's room.
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Celestia watched with a rather strange grin plastered upon her face as she watched Scootaloo and Mark chat. Apparently they had disconnected from chat and Mark had blocked her. Celestia was responsible for linking pony and human internet for this brief encounter between these two. It's really just for her entertainment. Being Celestia or more commonly known as... Trollestia by many bronies. She quite likes that name. Trollestia. Fits her character pretty well.
"Oh, this won't do at all... time for a little magic from ol' Trollestia..." Celestia said with that unnatural-looking grin. It's really hard to explain through words so a picture is in order.
Celestia lit up her horn and cast a spell that would, most definitely, be the biggest troll act known to human and ponykind. She could cast her spell through the monitor beause she had a view of Scootaloo and Mark. It really didn't matter if she was close or not. Just if she could see her targets. If she coudn't then the spell would be near impossible. Her horn lit up to a blinding light as she cast the spell.
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Mark took a sip of coffee from his trusty coffee mug shaped like a pair of boobs. All the sounds, excluding the sipping from Mark, that could be heard were the tapping of the keyboard, the clicking of the mouse, and the desk fan. He stopped when he saw a strange light appear above his hand and travel at an alarming speed up his arm. He yelped and pulled his hand back but it was too late. He, along with his oddly shaped coffee mug had disappeared into an orb of mystical light that dissipated as soon as it had appeared. Then, all that could be heard was the desk fan. The last thought that went through Mark's mind, oddly enough, was 'I wonder who'll feed the cat when I'm gone...?'
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Scootaloo sipped some ice coffee from a mug as she tapped away at the keyboard and click the mouse, staring at the screen like a mindless zombie. She had started to like these pictures, strange though they may be, and the heat between her legs was getting unbearable. All she wanted to do was... touch it. She slowly looked down at her crotch and was suprised to see some type of clear liquid dripping off of her nether lips. She got up quickly, fearing that whatever that she no doubt spilled got onto the chair and stained. She inspected the chair with worry, only to find that it was drenched in whatever this strange liquid was. She looked down and saw that it wasn't on her chest or any place like that. It was solely located on her forbidden fruit. She sat down on her haunches on the floor and slid a hoof, slowly, down her stomach and down to her destination in mind. When she made contact with it, she gasped as a weird feeling shot throughout her young body. She yanked her hoof back in suprise at what just happened. It felt weird yet... good. She started to slide her hoof back down and made contact with her vaginal lips yet again. Sh gasped but did not pull away this time. She slowly rubbed up the length of her slit as she moaned in euphoric ecstacy. Her vision blurred for a brief moment and she fell upon her back, no long able to hold herself upright as the pleasure coursed through her. Her leg twitched in response to this new, foreign feeling that had taken over her mind. She instinctively started to buck towards her small hoof, creating even more vocal moans from the young and inexperienced orange filly. A crash from downstairs jolted her from her dirty task and she sat upright with alarm.
"Uh oh... is... is somepony robbing us?" Scootaloo wondered in fear. After all, everypony in town knew that her parents were gone and she had not left any lights on to scare away any potential robbers. Oh, what she wouldn't give to see her om and dad right now. Scootaloo got up and slowly walked down the hall, making sure no creeking sound came from her hoof as she made her way to the staircase. She could hear some crashing sounds coming from what sounded like the kitchen. She yelped as a loud crashing sound, MUCH louder than the ones downstairs, shook the house. She scrambled and hid underneath the rug, fear scrubbing away any rational thought. She relaxed when she realized that it was only thunder.
"Get a hold of yourself... there's a burglar in the house and this is no time for you to be acting like a little foal...!" Scootaloo scolded herself in a whisper that surely only she could hear. She got to the stairs and stared down in helpless fear. They seemed like a stair version of a increasingly growing hallway that never ends. It was daunting and almost made her cower in the rug again. She was the student of the greatest flier in Equestia gosh darnit and she was going to do this even if it killed her. Let's just hope ii doesn't. With that, Scootaloo finally took her first stpe down the stairway, flinching as the stairs protested at the newly applied weight that pushed down upon them. Scootaloo looked up in alarm, expecting some strong stallion to come running up at her with malice intended. Instead, the staircase remained as empty as ever. But she could still hear the intruder making an ungodly amount of noise down there, which, in some strange way, relieved her. Had he/she stopped their rummaging around down there, she could only assume they had heard her. and that was the last thing she wanted. She made it halfway down the stairs, sweat dripping off of her face and landing, softly, upon the carpeted step. She finally got down the the bottom of the staircase and peeked around the corner. The kitchen light was on and their was some strange-looking shadow dancing around the illuminated doorway, obviously from the intruder as he/she pillaged her house. She made her way to the doorway, still being careful as to not make any noises that would give her position away. She finally made it to the doorway and she pressed her back up against the wall, her breathing irregular. She slowly peeked into the kitchen and what she saw was the LAST things she ever expected to see. Hell, that shit wasn't even on the list. In her blind confusion, awe, and shock she had stepped away from the wall and stood in the middle of the doorway, clearly visible to the creature. It had its back towards her thoug. She knew she couldn;t just stand her but terror had frozen the young filly on the spot.
This creature was bipedal just like the one in Mark's profile picture and it had shaggy hair just like the creature in Mark's profile picture. Scootaloo's jaw slowly unhinged and dropped slowly as she took in and tried, while failing with a vengeance, to comprehend what was in front of her. So she did the only thing that she could think about doing. She knew she probably shouldn't do it, but any rational thought was just impossible at the moment.
"What in the hell...?" Scootaloo said out loud, making the strange creature whip around to face her. It was the exact creature from Mark's profile picture. It even had the stubble on its cheeks and around its mouth. Scootaloo knew she had to run but it just wouldn't happen. She tried to move but her body was not her own. She had no control. All she could do was cower and put her hooves over her head, in an obvious display of the fetal position, pony style. She then waited for the inevitable. She didn't even get to say goodbye to her parents. With that thought, she started to violently sob into the floor, begging for mercy. This was it... the end.
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"What in the hell...?" a strange yet somehow familiar voice said, making Mark whip around in alarm. What he saw was something he never thought he would ever lay witness to. There, before his mortal eyes, was the orange filly commonly known as Scootaloo. He was at a loss of words as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. She had, by then, gone into a fetal position and was crying rather violently. She was even begging for mercy, which made his heart melt. She was so cute and yet she looked so fragile and innocent. He couldn't just stand there do nothing. He had to comfort her, let her know her wasn't there to hurt her. Making up his mind, he made his way over to her and reached a hand out. She looked up, still sobbing and flinched. She put her head back into its original position and cried even more violently than before. He crouched down next to her and put a hand on her back and started to pet her, hoping this would comfort her. At first, she yelped and pulled back but eventually let him continue. He slowly petted her and made cooing sounds to calm her down.
"Shhh.... I'm not here to hurt you. It's going to be alright, I promise." Mark said, his experience with kids paying off. In his childhood, he had to take care of the family because his dad was a deadbeat and his mom was addicted to everything that cause an addiction. He eventually had to escape with his two little sisters and his other little brother, leaving those two abusive parents. In that time, he had learned how to deal with children.
"Y-y-you're n-not going to *sniff* hurt me...?" Scootaloo asked with the biggest and most innocent eyes he had ever seen before. She was just so damn cute it hurt. He shook his head slowly, and smiled a warm smile, getting Scootaloo to smile with him.
"No... I wouldn't dream of it." Mark said, still petting her. She had started to moan a little, which was a little worrying. He liked NSFW pictures. that was it. He could never dream of taking such an innocent soul to depths that no child should have to delve at such a young age. And fillies were definitely no exception. He decided that it was nothing and continued to pet her.
"But...why *sniff* are you here?" Scootaloo asked, still being as cute as ever. One question hen wasn't too sure on how to answer. There was a strange light before he had randomly appeared in her kitchen so he was guessing it was a teleportation spell. As absurd as it was, there was a genuine Scootaloo before his eyes.
"I think someo-... somepony... teleported me here because last I knew, I was at my computer minding my own business. There was this strange light before I came here so that's why I think so." Mark said, making Scootaloo look at him in confusion. Mark had always been a very rational-minded person, which he admired that about himself.
"Well... we need to get you home." Scootaloo said, her smile widening, obviously at the prospect of more adventure. Mark just chuckled softly and rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. If only she could see what thoughts were going through his mind... the way her back arched and perfectly aligned with her flank... the way her flank curved and how the tail flitted off to the side, almost suggestively. An what lay behind that tail was... NO! He couldn't be thinking about that. Picures are one thing. The real thing is an entirely different matter.
"I don't think I'll be able to get home for awhile. Now... where do I sleep for tonight?" Mark asked Scootaloo who thought about this deeply. He then realized that he was still petting her. She must have realized this because she blushed and covered her face with her hooves. That was, by far, the cutest thing she has ever done. If only he could... act on the all too familiar feeling in his pants.
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Scootaloo could feel her nether regions getting wet again as this creature petted her. It felt strangely nice. She decided that changing the subject was in order. After all, this was an embaressing thing to talk about with a friend you just met.
"My name is Scootaloo." Scootaloo said with a warm smile and then went on to inquire, "What's your name?"
The creature smiled and said, "My name is Mark Henderson. But you can just call me Mark." Scootaloo's jaw dropped as she heard this. Mark, the pony that she was talking to on the internet got teleported to her house? In one way she was really excited to meet the creature who introduced her to these new feelings but in another way she was still mad he blew her off. Well, maybe he had good reason too? I mean, she has never seen a creature like this before so maybe he hasn't seen her kind before? No, that wouldn't make sense. I mean, he has drawings of her doing naighty things, so he obviously knows her in some context.
"Mark? Uh... you wouldn't be the same Mark that I was talking to online... would you?" Scootaloo asked, getting a gasp from Mark in return. He then proceeded to facehoof or... facepalm in this case. Why would he do that? Maybe he felt bad for blowing her off before. That would certainly make her anger go away if he did feel bad.
"Oh... umm... yeah. And I'm assuming you Kitten546. Am I right?" He asked with a big grin that made Scootaloo giggle and blush. What in the wide world of Equestria is so special about mark that makes her blush and giggle all the time? She scolded herself for acting like such a foal. She needed to act tough!
"Yeah... I am." Scootaloo said with a blush in spite of all of her objections towards the red menace upon her cheeks. She then went on to ask, "Why did you block me?"
"I didn't think you were actually Scootaloo. Thought you were a faker." Mark said. Scootaloo furrowed her brow in confusion.
"Uhhh... why would anypony pretend to be me...?" Scootaloo asked with uncertainty. Uhhh... that is a little strange that somepony would go to the trouble of posing as Scootaloo but whatever.
"Uhh... that doesn't matter." Mark quickly evaded causing Scootaloo to narrow her eyes in suspicion. He then went on to ask, "You avoided my question earlier. Where do you think a guy like me could sleep?" Scootaloo decided not to pursue that strange topic any further.
"How about... my room? There is a air matress that you could you use. We'll sort out everything in the morning." Scootaloo suggested. Mark nodded and smiled again. Then they both went upstairs, unaware that they were still being watched.
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Celestia watched as the two made first contact and they did it fairly well. She was sure that she set everything up quite nicely. Soon her plan would kick into action and she would have the best seat in the theatre. Celestia's creepy grin came back as she realized that things were picking up quicker than she had anticipated. This was most definitely going to be a night to remember. For all three of them.
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Scootaloo could feel Mark's prescence behind her as they made their way upstairs. Those picturese suggested that he liked fillies like herself. Maybe she could convince him to do that thing in the drawing. The ting Rainbow Dash was doing to her. If a hoof felt good then a tounge had to be so much better. Of course this was all from observations and speculations. She flicked her tail off to the side, allowing Mark a good view at her now sopping wet vaginal lips. She wasn't good at this flirting thing but you had to start somewhere, right? She started to barely shake her flank from side to side slowly.
"You know... Mark. When we get up there I want to show you something" Scootaloo said, trying to sound as seductive as she could. Being as inexperienced as she was, this all new to her.
"Uhmm... okay." Mark simply said. Everything he did, simple it may be, was so intoxicating and exciting she just wanted to jump on him and... what? Do what? She really wasn't that experienced to know yet, but she will be eventually. Of that she could guarantee. They made it up the stairs and made a right turn to her bedroom. She looked back and saw that Mark was examining everything they passed by.
"Never seen a house before?" Scootaloo teased him. Mark looked at her and she thought she could see a blush on his cheeks but she wasn't quite sure.
"Not... it's just I haven't seen your house before." Mark said. Scootaloo looked at him again in confusion.
"Ummm... okay." Scootaloo mumbled, unsure of what just happened. She decided to ignore it and she moved on with the task at hoof. They got to the door and entered. They were greeted by a fan blowing in the direction of them and then slowly circulating around the room.
"Make yourself at home..." Scootaloo said with a grin. She couldn't wait to go ahead with her plan. She looked at Mark, who was studying every square inch of the little filly's room. Scootaloo looked at the computer but yelped and ran to Mark when some thunder crashed down around them and shook the house. The thunder and had been pretty quiet since the last big one. She had almost forgot about it until now. Mark took her in his arms and comforted her. She looked up into his eyes. those kind and caring eyes. She had only just met him but she already cared for him deeply. For reasons unknown that is. She couldn't hold back anymore. Any attempt to resist would be futile. So she did the first that that came to mind. She reached in... and kissed him.
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Mark could feel Scootaloo's untrained tounge break his lip barrier and slip into his mouth. he wanted to refuse this... to push her away. But he couldn't. And so he did the one thing his mind granted him permission. He let Scootaloo kiss him and he kissed her back. He ran his rough hand down her side, feeling her shudder underneath of it. He broke the kiss and nibbled on her ear. Her moans were as audible as it got. The heat in this moment was enough to put the sun to shame. No offense meant towards Celestia.
"M-mark...I feel... weird..." Scootaloo whispered silently as she moaned from pleasure that coursed throughout her. Mark didn't say anything but picked Scootaloo up and laid her on the air matress, her eyes never leaving his and his never leaving hers. he kissed her stomach, causing Scootaloo to sharply gasp in response. His kisses slowly led down to the heated area where she wanted him the most. When he paused she looked up at him only to swing her head backwards as he lay one gentle kiss upon her vaginal lips.
"Ohhhhhh....." Scootaloo moaned as he kissed her nether lips once more but didn't pull back. He slipped a tounge in and all hell broke loose. Scootaloo had then started to silently scream as Mark pleasured her in ways that he had not done to another in years. He still had not lost his touch and Scootaloo's reaction could attest to that. He parted her lips with his fingers and searched, with his tounge, for her clitoris.
"Mark... don't.... ahhhhhh..... MARK....!" Scootaloo tried to say but went into a fit of moans. When he had found her love button, he started to slip a finger in, causing her to go from moans to all out screams. Even with a finger, she was pretty tight. But he knew how to coax it to open up... all you needed was a little persuasion and the right skills. He poked and prodded at her with his finger while licking at her clitoris. When she had loosened up enough, he started to slowly sink his finger in deeper. He knew from experience that she was really close to a climax so he used all of his available skills to make it happen. He felt a pressure with his finger and guessed it to be her hymen. Her legs clenched around his head as she came. She screamed bloody mary as she squirted all she had onto his face and into his mouth. He pulled back in suprise at first but then started to grin. This filly sure knew how to have a good time.
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Scootaloo had never before felt something as amazing as what Mark had just done to her. It was like that one time when Rainbow Dash flew her up to the clouds and they laid there together, talking. It was like floating on a cloud but so much better.
"You ready for what's next?" Mark asked with a big grin on his face. Scootaloo furrowed her brow in confusion yet again.
"There's MORE?" Scootaloo asked in awe and shock. How could it ever get any better than what Mark already did?
"Yep. But, are you ready?" Mark asked, his tone more serious this time. Scootaloo didn't say anything but gave a curt nod in response. She watched as Mark undid his zipper and button and pulled his pants down to his ankle. He kicked them off with a few failed attempts and couple of giggles from Scootaloo. He pulled his boxers down and kicked the off too. What was left was his erect penis. Scootaloo giggled and blushed when she realized what was going on. Ms. Cheerilee had taught her somewhat of what to expect with her vagina and his penis but she didn't pay much attention in class so she forgot most of her lessons. He looked like he was in deep thought but a look of realization popped onto his face. He laid on his back next to her and told her to sit on his lap. She did so dutifully, excited for what came next. He positioned her and lifted her up by the flank and onto his penis. She gasped when she felt the tip prod at her. It was so foreign and strange yet it felt right.
"Now... go slow at first okay? I'll help you for a bit but I'll let you take charge when I feel that you're ready." Mark said, assuring her, which she smiled at despite the strange object prodding at her forbidden fruit. She gasped and moaned and this strange new sensation. He pulled her down, further, onto his penis and the farther she went down the further he went up inside of her. He lifted her up, slowly, and pushed her back down even deeper than before. By now, she had taken in a quarter of his penis, which she felt proud she could handle that much. She screamed at the top of her lungs as he got even deeper. He put a hand a hand on her cheek and she turned her attention to him, still gasping and whimpering.
"This is going to hurt for a little bit but it'll get so much better, I promise" Mark said. Right now, she didn't care if he peeled her skin off of her. She just wanted him... so.... BAD. She nodded furiously after about three seconds of waiting.
"YES! JUST DO IT TO ME! Please....!" Scootaloo screamed, making Mark grin. He gave one push and her pleasure was replaced with the strangest pain she had ever felt. It hurt but she still wanted more. She felt a tear trickle down her cheek and Mark wiped away for her.
"We don't have to do this if it hurts too much, you know." Mark said. Scootaloo shook her head and slammed herself down on him. His eyes widened and he looked down. There was some blood but not a lot. But this air matress sure as hell was going to need some scrubbing. Considering there was a fuzzy surface on it, which was getting stained. By then, Scootaloo knew what to do and slowly went up and down. Mark was moaning a little but there was no compariosn to the loud banshee-like screams coming from Scootaloo. She could feel something was coming. She was guessing that it was the end climax, or whatever you called. So far it was, suprisingly, more amazing than the first time. The initial pain was just a blip on her radar, nothing more.
"AHHHH...! I'M.... AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Scootaloo screamed as she came with a ferocity born of pure epic. She felt herself squeeze Mark's penis in a vice-grip as he too came inside of her. She fell onto him, gasping for air. She looked up and they both stared into each other's eyes for the longest time.
"Will you stay with me forever?" Scootaloo asked. Mark smiled and rubbed a hand across her cheek and through her mane.
"Forever and always...I swear." Mark said. And he sealed the deal with a kiss. This was the happiest day of young Scootaloo's life... and she cherished it with every passing moment. She still had to deal with her parents and the rest of Equestria but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. They both will. Together.
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Celestia felt a tear on her cheek. This was single-handedly the sweetest thing she had ever seen. They held each other like true lovers. But how would the rest of the town think about this? Mark didn't have much of a life back home so she didn't think he would want to go back, although she would abide by his wishes if he so chooses. She decided that she would back them up one hundered percent. The others will be persuaded eventually. As for the ones who are against it? Celestia's reaction to this can only be described with one thing... a picture.
Author's Note
I worked extremely hard on this. I hope you guys and gals enjoyed this small clop of mine. It came to me while I was at the computer. You know, that's the first MLP fanfic I haven't come up with in the shower. HUZZAH! Well, that was random... anyways, have a good day fellow bronies and, as always...
*Brohoof*
The sun shone a brilliant white light that relaxed the human as he stretched and yawned, having just awoken from his slumber. The sun was too bright on his left side and he was forced to look away, off to his right. What he saw made a million unnamable emotions wash over him. He felt immensely happy but there was a kind of fear in him. Something that held him back from enjoying this special moment. But he couldn't quite place it.
"Well, atleast I know that it wasn't a dream." Mark said, stretching yet another time. There, on the side curled up into a cute little ball was a small, orange filly. He looked back to what young Scootaloo had said last night. To be honest, he was a little drunk last night. Speaking of drinks, where was his special mug? He looked to the side and saw that it was right next to the air matress. The mug that was shaped like a pair of boobs was there before him and unharmed. He could remember some things last night but they were just fading images that failed to reach to his more logical side, which was now turning around on the spot, unsure of what to do with this newfound information. Why would he suddenly teleport right inside this house right after he had talked to Kitten546, or more commonly known as Scootaloo, on the internet?
"good morning Sleepyhead..." A familiar voice said, interrupting his train of thought. Mark looked at the serene angel to his side. She was looking up with him with those big, cute ees as she regarded him silently. He gave her a kiss on her cheek, making the small filly squirm and giggle.
"Mornin' to you too. How'd you sleep?" Mark asked, rubbing a hand across the very cheek that he had just kissed. She rested her head on his chest and sighed happily.
"Like a foal..." Scootaloo said, but snapped to attention when she realized what she had said, "Not that I am...a foal." Mark chuckled softly and petted her head, recieving small, cute moans from Scoots.
"By the way... I don't think my mom and dad will appreciate a stranger in the house. Especially a stranger sleeping with their daughter..." Scootaloo said, her eyes shone with worry. Mark didn't want to lose the poor filly and be shunned by the community before he even got a chance to know them. He tried to think as fast, hoping for a solution to this new problem of theirs.
"I have an idea..." Mark said, which made Scootaloo look up to him, "I'll go outside, preferably through the backdoor and act like I was never in the house. They'll be wary of me at first but I think they'll eventually warm up to me." Scootaloo nodded briefly before he began talking again, "And we don't tell them a thing about what happened last night." Scootaloo nodded once more before resting her head on his chest again. Mark moved his gaze across her body and everywhere he looked, he petted with a rough hand, earning either a moan or gasp from the filly. After about 10 seconds of regular contact, he looked to her wings. In many fanfictions he had read, pegasi were sensitive in their wings. He also read in another fanfiction that Scootaloo couldn't reach her wings to preen them so she had Rainbow Dash do it. It might be her mother or father in this case though.
"Have you preened your feathers...?" Mark asked, hoping he could get the chance. She looked up at him and shook her head. Mark wanted to try something but wasn't quite sure where to go with it. Did human mouths work for preening? he wasn't a bird or pegasus expert so he really didn't know.
"I can't. My wings are too small and I can't reach them. So I have my mom do it." Scootaloo said unknowing of what Mark's desires were at the moment. He ran a hand across her tiny wings, getting even more moans from her.
"By the way... when do your parents return...?" Mark asked, making Scootaloo look up. She rested her head back on his chest yet again and shook her head tiridly, her eyes drooping from the sensation of Mark running his hands across her body.
"Not until about dinner time... my babysitter will come by in the afternoon so it looked like she never abandoned me." Scootaloo said. How could someone just leave this filly to her own devices? She was kind, thoughful, innocent, brave... sexy... Mark shook his head, getting those thoughts out of his head.
"Mark... would you preen me? A pegasus only lets another whom they trust with their lives preen them. But I trust you with my life..." Scootaloo said and rubbed her muzzle on his neck, making him shudder. He picked her up in his arms, held her close and started to preen the little filly's wings. He had never done something like this but he knew somewhat how they did it. She moaned as he picked at her feathers. The object inside of his pants started to harden at the feel of her body against his. His hand slowly ventured across her back and slowly across her flank, stopping there. He loved the feeing of her small rump in his hand.
"L-lower... please..." Scootaloo said, which made Mark grin with joy. He started to move his hand even lower, ever closer to its goal. The hairs of her tail tickled his hand as he moved it off to the side. He then moved hs hand on the inside of her thigh but not where she wanted him. He moved the hand across her leg, moving away from her now wet vaginal lips.
"Please..." Scootaloo moaned her eyes glazed over and her body as stiff as a board, waiting for the contact that it deserved. With a body like Scootaloo's, you had to take your time and tease her a bit. Get her even more into the mood. When he felt that the time was right, he moved his hand deeper into her thigh. When he made contact with his destination in mind, the small filly cried out with joy and pleasure. She obviously wanted him very bad right now.
"Ahhhh... M-Mark... I... ahhhh... uhh.... ohhhh..." Scootaloo moaned as he played with her swollen lips. Just as the two were getting into it, a sudden noise from downstairs startled them. The door had opened and closed and it seemed like someone was coming up the stairs.
"Quick...! Hide under my bed...!" Scootaloo whispered. Mark dove for cover, just as the door opened. A yellow unicorn with a brownish mane stood in the doorway with a hoof to her nose and widened eyes.
"I do not want to know what happened in here... that smell is all too familiar. Just... clean up..." The unicorn said hesitantly, obviously disgusted. She bore no resembelance to Scootaloo so it must be the babysitter that Scoots was talking about.
"Dumb bitch..." Mark muttered quietly, being careful to not give away his position. Scootaloo didn't say a word, but merely glared at this intruder.
"Fine... just go. That's what you're good at." Scootaloo said, practically spitting out venom. The unicorn didn't even react. All she did was shrug.
"Yep. You're right." The unicorn said. And with that, she closed the door and stomped down the stairs. Scootaloo started making sniffing sounds, which was a tell tale sign that she was crying. Mark slid out from under the bed and wrapped her up in a deep hug.
"Scoots... I'd love to stay but I need to get out of the house." Mark said. Scootaloo nodded and trotted over to a window, opening it up, and pointing at an excape ladder on the side of the house. Well, atleast her parents were probably good folk. Definitely don't know that they hired a bitch to watch their flesh and blood.
"This will take you down. Just... come back later..." Scootaloo said, her eyes big and pleading. Mark smiled and gave her another kiss, this time on the lips. He slipped his tounge in and they held this kiss for about 10 seconds before they heard the babysitter coming back up the stairs again.
"Go...!" Scootaloo whispered. Mark climbed out the window and jumped on the ladder right as the door opened again. He didn't think she was him so it looked like he was in the clear. For some reason, he felt like a criminal. He didn't know why just... that he felt that way. But that feeling was worth holding that little filly. He got to the ground, stirring some leaves that had rested upon the ground. He looked around, making sure nopony saw him. Nopony... such a weird term... oh well. He snuck around the back of the two story house He then snuck around to an adjacent house and peeked around thew corner. He pulled back and took a deep breath. There were multiple species in Equestria... surely they could accept one as strange as him? He looked around the corner again and spotted a familiar pink mare trotting down the road. If anypony could help him, it'd be her. But how would he go and talk to her? He looked into his boob mug for some consolation, but found none unfortunately. As he stared into the obscene cup he didn't notice the familair pink pony staring up at him with a huge grin.
"Hello there!" She said, which made Mark jump up in suprise and stare at the random mare that had literally popped up out of nowhere.
"Uhhhh... hello?" Mark said, hesitation from his still half-shocked state. There was no way she could have snuck up behind him. He shrugged it off when he realized that he was trying to justify Pinkie Pie's strange behaviour with logic. It just was not going to happen.
"You're very strange... are you a human?" Pinkie asked. Mark's eyes widened at what she just asked.
"How the hell do you know that I'm a human...?" Mark asked, his jaw a gaping maw. Pinkie just giggled and shook her head.
"Silly. That's a secret." Pinkie said while giggling some more. Mark shook his head at the unfortunate turn of events. Actually... it wasn't that bad. It saved him the trouble of making first contact with the locals. Pinkie was friends with everyone. And that meant some serious leverage, even though it was from a pony who was most likely crazy.
"Whatever..." Mark mumbled and then went on to ask, "Do you think you could introduce me to some ponies...?"
"Sure! I guess I could introduce you to Twilight! She's real smart." Pinkie said with that strange, unnatural happiness. Pinkie kept on rambling about unimportant things as she led Mark through the town. He got a couple of strange looks from most of the ponies around. I mean, that was to be expected since he was an alien to them. He breathed in the fresh air and enjoyed the sight of something he never thought he'd ever see in real life. He was actually in Ponyville and for the first time it wasn't a dream. Like he did while watching My Little Pony episodes, he looked around for any background ponies that he was familiar with. Within minutes, he had spotted Derpy, Lyra, and Octavia. Derpy was the only one who didn't give him a look like he had just grown an extra head. She had actually smiled and waved at him. From what he had seen of Derpy in that small scene with Rainbow Dash and a lot of fanfics, she was quite nice. She had to be nice to wave and smile at an alien. Within minutes, he could see the hollowed out tree and all its splendor and glory. Pinkie went in first but Mark hesitated. Was this all just some kind of dream and this door was the doorway back to reality? If so, then he didn't want to go in. There was only one way to get back to Scootaloo and this was it. He took in a deep breath... and walked in...
* * * * * *
Scootaloo scurried around her room, making sure that all evidence that Mark had been here was gone. The smell was almost gone too, which was good yet... bad at the same time. It was a really nice and intoxicating smell but it was too dangerous to be left unattended. She scrubbed the surface of the air matress, making sure she got every last bit of 'evidence' off of it. She looked up to find one of the strange things that were on Mark's feet a few feet away from the matress. Apparently, he had been in such a hurry, he had left it behind. She looked inside of it and her face scrunched up when she smelt it. She ignored the rancid smell and looked further in, curious. There, inside were strange packages, written in Equestrian.
"What's a condom?" Scootaloo asked herself.
The human entered the hollowed-out tree with giddy excitement, examining every single thing that he passed. After all, if this was, indeed, a dream, then he had to take in everything. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and there was nothing that would stop him from enjoying this. He looked from a peculiar-looking lamp to a gawking purple unicorn and a dragon whose face basically screamed, I-don't-give-a-shit.
"Hiya, Twilight!" Pinkie enthusiasticly greeted Twilight. The purple unicorn hesitated in her response, never taking her eyes off of Mark.
"Uhm... who's your friend, Pinkie...?" Twilight asked the pink mare. Pinkie looked at Mark as if he had just appeared out of nowhere. She then smiled and laughed.
"Twilight, meet Mark. Mark, meet Twilight!" Pinkie screeched, causing all three in the room to flinch.
"Hey... how are you doing?" Mark asked the rather... sexy... unicorn. No, he was with Scootaloo and it was going to stay that way. He then made a vow to himself that he would never get into a sexual relationship with Twilight. The last thing he needed right now was being hated by Scootaloo. Twilight was second in his list for ponies he'd love to bang. But now that he was actually in a real relationship with one, he just couldn't do that.
"Oh, I'm doing good. But... if it isn't too much trouble to ask..." Twilight began, "What are you?" she eneded with a question.
"I'm a human. Sort of evolved from apes that have attained great intelligence. I'm guessing you'd like to know more" Mark said, making sure his face didn't show his excitement.
"Oh, yes please! I'd love to know everything about you and your race. But first..." Twilight said with excitement, "How did you get here?"
There really wasn't an easy answer to that question. The last thing he wanted to do was lie to her. So he decided to tell the truth, but not tell her how he had landed in Scootaloo's house. There might be some questions as to what he was doing there, "I really don't know. The last thing I remember is drinking coffee at my computer desk and relaxing. I see a tendril of light travel up my arm and, before I know it, I'm teleported to the outskirts of Ponyville." Almost the truth, anyway.
Twilight looked a little suprised by this, "Well, I guess we need to figure out who teleported you. They had to have had a camera in your room because they can't teleport you otherwise. It'd have to be a strong unicorn because teleporting through a screen is no easy task. But then that begs the question, How did they get a camera in your room?" Mark was taken aback by her sudden burst of words that flew at him like a tsunami.
He then realized something that should have been all too obvious, "How did you know that I'm not from Equestria? I could have easily been a sub-race in the Everfree for all you knew." Twilight simply laughed at this.
"Isn't it obvious? You're sentient, which means you can't be a creature from the Everfree and the world has no record of your kind in its history books. Trust me. I would know. I've read just about every history book there is to read. And I don't forget what I read." Twilight said, suprising the human even further.
"You can tell me about yourself later, though. Right now, we need you to show the Ponyville inhabitants that you're not a threat. You should go out out and make some friends." She finished. Mark was still trying to process everything that she had said to him. The show didn't give her intelligence justice, because she was so much smarter in real life. We got a lot of things right but not all of it.
"Seems like the thing to do." Mark simply said. But he just stood there, unsure if he was meant to go now or later.
"Aren't you going to go and get friends? They would have seen you by now and the longer you stand there, the longer they'll be uncomfortable and suspicious of you. The sooner the better. I know that it is a weird turn of events but, sometimes, you have to do things on the fly to make any plans for the future." Twilight said, spitting out even greater amounts of wisdom. There is no doubt about it... she's so much smarter in real life than in the show and fanfictions. Pnkie was, suprisingly, just standg there smiling and, even more suprisingly, somewhat suprised. At least she looked like she was. But you couldn't ever know for sure with Pinkie Pie. If Twilight is smarter in real life than in the show, then is Pinkie Pie less strange? Wait... what the hell were the chances of that? Pretty slim.
"I should come with you. You know, because of the fact that Ponyvillians have been known to riot over the silliest things." Pinkie Pie said simply, her smile as big as it gets. Mark's guess of why Twilight and Pinkie wern't freaking out was because that they had learned their lesson with Zecora. At least that's what he thought. He could be wrong. He looked to the dragon, who was now eating some gems. Okay... Spike doesn't seem to give a shit. Suprising fact is suprising.
Hey, Sp-... dragon. What's your name." Mark asked, almost sayong his name. That probably wouldn't have ended well. After all, they didn't know that they were on a show. Better keep it that way. But if they were on a show then wouldn't he be on it, too? Holy shit. He looked around the room, hoping to see something that would prove his sudden hypothesis.
"The name's Spike. The one who does all the cleaning around here." Spike grumbled, his anger showing as he picked up books while eating what few gems he had left in his clawed hands. Twilight just sighed and shook her head as he finished and went to the next room.
"I'm sorry about him. He's been rather testy lately. What with his recent change in hormones, that is. Dragon's develop hormones sooner than any creature in our world. It's just a suprise that he hasn't undergone the change sooner. But, we'll cross that bridge when it comes to confronting him about it. Oh, and get going." Twilight said, he face showig motherly care. Or something close to it. With that, he said goodbye and, with Pinkie Pie, he set off to the one place that truly mattered. Scootaloo's house. He retraced his steps, hoping he could find the small filly who was clouding his mind and judgement.
The sun shone in his eyes, making him bring a hand up to block the offending rays of light. Thankfully, he remembered whe Scootaloo's house was and he could see the little filly outside her door, acting like she was doing something important when, in all reality, was waiting for him. He thought so, at least. He could now see her facial features and her sexy flank as he made his way over to her. Damn... even from afar, she was, by far, the sexiest thing he had ever laid his eyes on. Sexy from afar. Now that was a title to be proud of. It was then that he realized he had left his left shoe at her house. How the hell had he missed that? Well, he was overly excited and preoccupied by his new surroundings. I mean, he had set foot insinde Twilight's house. How could it get any better. But, of course, it could. And Scootaloo was just the filly to do that. Now all he had to do was hide his manliness that was all too obvious as it protruded in his blue jeans. And there was only one way to fix it... Scootaloo.
Author's Note
Sorry I haven't updated guys! I took a small vacation to ease my writer's block. It seems to have helped so expect some more chapters in my other stories as well!
Stay awesome fellow bronies and, as always...
*Brohoof*
