Food for the Hungry
It's a bright, clear day as Anon strolls through the streets of Ponyville, bags of food in hand. The resident ponies of various colors all give Anon a friendly wave and smile as they pass, and he returns the gestures in kind. The warm sun is high in the sky, now. It's about time for lunch, and Anon's stomach rumbles loudly as he thinks of the contents of the bags he carries. Inside the are a nice dandelion salad, a shiny red apple, a for desert, a few chocolate chip cookies. Although it's a meal he'd love to enjoy himself, he actually purchased it for a friend of his. Speaking of which, he's just about there, now.
Stopping in front of the alleyway entrance, Anon turns and surveys his surroundings, looking out for prying eyes. Content in his secrecy, he swifty moves into the alley. The scenery here is of stark contrast to the pristine Ponyville streets. It's dark; the sky overhead obscured by the walls on either side, and cool to the point of chill. The ground is littered withrefuse and debris, cluttering around his feet as he trudges through it all. Here, among all this filth, he finds his destination. A small cardboard box, turned on his top, and worn down by the elements. Anon leans down, and gently knocks on the top of the box.
"Scootaloo, "he says, his voice just above a whisper, I'm here."
There's a light rustling inside the box as the young filly stirs awake. After a moment, the box lifts off the ground and the small, dark orange pegasus crawls out from underneath.
"Hey, Anon." she says in a small, almost monotone voice.
She sits on her haunches in front of her makeshift home, looking at nothing in particular. Anon lifts the bags in his hand higher, bringing them to attention.
"I brought you something to eat."
The filly is almost unable to keep her eyes off the bags, but manages to turn her head to the side.
"I- no. No thanks."
The poor girl must be starving. It shows how much willpower she has to be able to turn the food down. It's taking an obvious toll, though. The little filly is trembling all over, trying her best not to look at the bags.
"Oh well, then," Anon says with an exaggerated sigh, "I guess I'll have to eat it all myself." He puts extra emphasis on the word "all". Standing, he turns and begins to slowly walk away.
"Why, there's so much here, I might have to make two meals out of it!"
He only takes a few steps before Scootaloo calls out.
"Wait!"
"Yes?" Anon says, unable to keep the smile from creeping onto his face.
Scootaloo shifts uncomfortably, before looking up at him with big, sad eyes. Her lips quiver slightly before she lets out a labored sigh.
"I'll take it."
With deliberate slowness, Anon makes his way back to the slightly shaking filly, stopping beside her to carefully sit down. Setting his bags down on on the dirty ground, he removes their contents and places them in front of Scootaloo, who is practically drooling by now.
Without a hint of grace, the pegasus begins to devour the meal before her. While she's distracted with the food, Anon slowly reaches out to her and gently places his hand on her back. She flinches away from the sudden contact, almost spilling her food. Slowly, she composes herself and accepts his touch as she goes back to her meal, albeit slower and more guarded. Slowly, Anon traces his fingers down her back, making her entire body shiver under his hand.
Finally, with her meal finished, she slowly sits back up on her haunches, body stiff with anticipation. Anon runs his hand back up her back, reaching her ears. He gives them a playful scratch, like one would give a dog. She endures the humiliating gesture, knowing what comes next will be much worse. Anon can't help but break out into a hungry smile.
"Are you ready?"
Looking down at the ground, the little filly nods shamefully. Pulling his hand away from Scootaloo's ears, Anon unbuttons his pants, and lowers his zipper.Shifting his weight up, he pulls his pants and boxers down together, revealing his already erect length. Although nothing too special in terms of size, his penis is quite large compared to the pegasus.
Anon beckons Scootaloo over to him. She hesitates for a second, but begrudgingly makes her way to him, standing between his spread legs. She leans in close to his erection, working up the will to do this again. Her breathing is faster, now, causing Anon's penis to twitch slightly as her warm breath washes over it. Slowly, the filly opens her mouth and takes the tip in her mouth.
Anon lets out a sharp gasp as his glans is overtaken by the warm wetness of the young ponies mouth. Scootaloo begins to bob her head on his penis, sending waves of pleasure rippling through him, Despite her inexperience, it still feels fantastic, and he knows that at this rate, he won't last long. Anon gently places his hand on the back of Scootaloo's head, his fingers intertwining with the purple mane.
Before she has a chance to fight back, he pushes her head down, forcing her to take his entire length into her mouth and into her throat. He holds her down for a moment, relishing the feeling of her throat contracting as she gags, practically massaging his cock. Grabbing either side of her head with both hands, Anon forcibly pulls her head up and down, fucking the poor filly's throat. He only catches a glimpse of Scootaloo's eyes, welling up with tears, before he reaches his limit. He pumps her head a few more times, before slamming it down on his crotch, burying his length as deep as he can. His seed erupts into the back of her throat, some forcing it's way into her stomach, the rest coming out of her nose.
Anon holds her head there for a few moments, before letting go with a satisfied sigh. He can't help but shiver as Scootaloo jerks away, her throat giving his penis one final stroke before it's pulled free with a plop. She coughs violently for a minute, tears streaming down her face from the gagging. Finally, breathing heavy, she recovers.
"Are you done, now?" she says in a raspier than normal voice. Her throat must be a bit sore, now. Anon chuckles, lightly, before reaching over and pulling her closer.
"You know the answer to that," he says as he forces her to lie on her back and spreads her legs, causing her face to flush red with embarrassment. With one hand, he begins to stroke her mane, while the other trails down to her most private place. She can't help but let out a groan as she feels his fingers brush over her lips.
"What's the matter?" Anon says with a gentleness that's almost mocking. "You like this part."
To her shame, Scootaloo feels herself begin to get wet as he does his work. Before long, she's wet enough for him to slip a finger inside, and then another. She does her best to stifle her moans, but it's obvious that as much as she hates to admit it, she does enjoy the feeling. It's not long before Anon feels the filly clamp down on his fingers, her whole body tensing up as she climaxes.
Anon pulls his fingers from Scootaloo, dragging the tips against her inner walls, making her twitch and shiver as he stimulates her sensitive flesh. Finally, they're free from her warm confines, and she has a moment to catch her breath. As she lays there panting, still in the afterglow, Anon sticks his fingers in her mouth, still slick with her juices. She runs her tongue over his fingers without protest, knowing what's expected of her. Satisfied, he pulls his fingers from her mouth, and places his hand lightly on her belly.
"Ready for the last part?"
She doesn't reply to his question, but she rolls over onto hooves all the same. Face red with blush again, she lowers her head and raises her rump, presenting herself to him. Shifting over onto his knees, Anon takes his place behind her. Taking her blank flanks in each hand, he pulls her closer. Scootaloo doesn't try to hide her moan as she feels the length of Anon's member rubbing against her lips. He gets his penis as slick as possible, to make the coming penetration easier on the poor girl.
He pushes the tip against her, sighing as he slowly penetrates her walls, feeling every inch of her tight, hot wetness. He's hardly halfway inside her when he bottoms out, causing Scootaloo to groan at the pressure on her cervix. Even after so many times, she's so tight it's a wonder he could even get inside her. He can't help but let out a moan as he pulls out of the tiny hole. It feels like her tiny vagina is trying to suck him back into it's moist confines.
All at once, he thrusts back into her, bottoming out again, before pulling out just as sudden. He picks up his pace, going faster as the sensation in his cock builds. Scootaloo can only grit her teeth and take the pounding, grunting and groaning as he hits her inner wall with every thrust. It's not very painful, like it used to be, but it's not comfortable, either. There's an underlying sense of pleasure, and she'd probably enjoy the act herself if Anon would slow down.
Soon enough, Anon feels the tell-tail feeling in his penis, and he pounds the pony harder than ever, before finally unleashing inside her. Scootaloo yelps in pain as he thrusts as deep as can, nearly penetrating her tiny cervix from the force. Tears form in her eyes and she cries out as he holds her in place, dumping load after load.
Finally, his balls empty, Anon shivers as he pulls out of the filly with a loud squelch, leaving both of them breathing hard and sweating. Scootaloo collapses to the ground, as Anon falls backwards into a sitting position. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he tucks his quickly softening member back into his boxers and pulls his pants back up.
"Woo! That was something, Scoots!"
She doesn't reply, or even acknowledge him.
"Hey Scootaloo?"
Anon leans over and gives her a shake, only to find she was merely sleeping. The poor girl must be tuckered out. Gently, Anon takes the sleeping Scootaloo into his arms. Standing, he uses his foot to nudge her box over onto it's side. Inside is her helmet, her scooter, and a blanket. She must have crayons stashed somewhere though, judging by the crude drawing of Rainbow Dash stuck to the side of the box with chewing gum.
Anon gives her a tender kiss on the head before placing her down on her makeshift bed. He wasn't sure what brought about the act, but it seemed like the right thing to do. He quietly replaces the box over-top of the sleeping pegasus and makes to the end of the alley.
The wind blows, slightly, it's cool air giving him a chill. It's starting to get colder, this time of the year. Next time he visits Scootaloo, he'd bring along a thicker blanket; maybe some warm clothes. Or, maybe... maybe she could stay with him. It'd certainly make his trip shorter, and he'd be certain she wasn't out here freezing. He can't help but smile as he makes his way home. He needed to make sure he had plenty of food...
