Unsuspecting Scootaloo Surfs The Internet

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...

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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.