The panting and moaning was coming through the wall. She hadn't even paid attention to which of his herd he'd brought home this time, ever since mom had shown her that... even family wasn't safe from his grasp, Cotton had kept to her room as much as possible.

Well, it had only been one day. Today was Saturday, and she remembered that some filly had wanted Keen for today, but she didn't remember which.

This was unbearable, though... a long, breathy moan that ended in a squeak made her snap her eyes open. She'd been curled up in bed, hoping for sleep to take her, waiting in the evening darkness for the relative safety of her dreams. It wasn't meant to be. She got up, running a hoof through her pale blue mane and flicking the tip out of her face, she didn't have energy to fight with it. The pants were closer together now, accompanied by light 'yes, oh Celestia yes' cries too, and she didn't know why she put up with it. Her hooves traced circles around her room as she paced, muffled by the carpet.

Maybe because she was scared of what she'd see if she went and knocked on his door.

Wait... why was she scared? It's not like she'd never seen how ponies... you know... before, and there had been those magazines that the colts had been caught with at school before. She knew what was happening. It's just... how was he doing it that turned even the three Crusaders into giggling bimbos at his beck and call?

That was it. She had to know. That was what scared her; not knowing how what Keen was doing was different from normal. She turned from her pacing and slowly edged out of her door and into the hall.

It was a little louder out here, only having to pass through the wooden door of Keen's room to reach her now. She slid her hooves over the carpet, rather than pick them up, to sneak the few body-lengths down to his door. His room had no lock, so no keyhole. She turned the handle very slowly, trying to time it to the cries of the filly on the other side.

His bedside light was on, casting the room into a warm, but shadowy relief. Keen's bed was at the far end, giving him the most floor space he could get out of the small bedroom, and what she saw on it began to answer her questions already.

An orange coated filly was sprawled on her back across Keen's bed, her purple tail hanging free, off the the edge. Keen Eye was kneeling next to the bed, his face buried deep between her back legs, hands grasping her back hooves and holding those long, athletic legs apart as he made obscene slurping and lapping noises. Scootaloo, it was her, was raising her voice higher and higher, her head thrashing from side to side as she writhed under his ministrations.

All of that noise so far, that was just him doing this to her? They hadn't even gotten past the foreplay and she was already in this state... With an even louder, longer moan than the ones she'd heard before, Scootaloo reached her climax right then and there. Hips jerking, back arching, wings trying to flap and pressing against the mattress to jerk her whole body up and down in spasms.

Without saying a word, Keen pulled back and folded her legs to the side, rolling the panting pegasus over, before getting up and sitting next to her on the bed. His member was standing a little up, swelling, but not hard yet, between his legs, and he ran his hand up and down her coat, rubbing gently, but with purpose. She met his eyes with her own blissed out and half-lidded gaze and nodded.

Awkwardly, as if her legs didn't work properly right now, the filly slid from her place on the bed and turned towards him. She didn't even stop to think about it, as if it was just what you did next and she enjoyed doing it, the head of his erection slid into her mouth and her hoof came up to stroke up and down nearer the base of it. She'd obviously done this before, and soon enough the already impressive length and girth had expanded into its full size in her willing mouth.

Cotton tried to imagine what that was like, what that fleshy, bulbous head would feel like as it pushed through her lips and over her tongue. She watched as Scootaloo flicked her own tongue out and around the length, as far as it could go out of her lips and as much as it could curl from side to side, and then the orange pegasus started to bob her whole head up and down.

She straightened her legs, standing up properly between Keen's knees, even though her own were shaking. Cotton wondered why she'd do it until the filly's now-straight neck posture let her slowly lunge forward until, impossibly, Keens length slid in further and further right up to when her nose hit the skin at the base of his abdomen.

Keen's head rolled back a little, his eyes going to the ceiling. When she started to move, rolling her head a little from side to side to make twisting motions, he hunched over her, tangling his fingers into her tomboyish purple mane.

His fingers flexed in their grip, he was pulling her head towards him again and again, moving a little faster now. This couldn't be good for Scootaloo, Cotton thought, how had he forced her into doing this? But then the orange filly's front hoof came up and began rubbing at her crotch, massaging and gyrating on the top of it while Keen gratuitously pulled her onto his length even harder.

He grunted, and she stopped her hoof, sitting down and pulling him out of her throat and simply holding him in her mouth. Cotton could see she was staring up at his face as he gritted his teeth, face taught in concentration. Then she realised what what happening, he was cumming into her mouth. His thick member pulsed and his stomach tightened in four long contractions, then he leaned back on his hands while Scootaloo made thick swallowing sounds around his shaft. It was still twitching as she pulled her mouth off it, strands of saliva and fluid sticking to her lips, and she pressed her tongue to the bottom of the head to let the last, light spurts land on it. Then she pulled her tongue in, swallowed the remains, and started to gently lick away anything that might be left on his glistening length.

In the moment of calm, Cotton felt three distinctly different sensations, the first was that her wings were completely open, braced as if for flight, something cold was moving down her thigh and, by contrast, the fiery heat of her crotch. She was stifling her breathing already, so they wouldn't notice her, but closing her thighs made her nearly gasp. Just putting pressure on her nethers felt like a shock of pleasure running through her. The cold sensation was her own juices, rolling slowly down her coat and tingling in the cool night air.

She didn't take her eyes off the scene before her, though, and watched as Scootaloo quickly brought Keen back to full mast. A light, shaky hop back onto the bed and she looked at Keen with a slight question. He lifted one hand and made a gesture with his finger, like stirring a cup of water, she smiled and turned to present herself to him. It was a true presenting too, front legs bent, braced, hips high and tail lifted to the point where he wouldn't even have to hold it aside, she didn't even look at him, just held her head steady and pointed at the wall, waiting patiently for him to mount.

And mount he did. Kneeling up behind her, he took his length in hand, the other hand reaching out to rub and grasp at her rump, and lined himself up with her winking... she was winking... Like a mare in heat, she was giving him the most desperate of signals to rut her, the muscles around her entrance flexing her clitoris in and out.

Keen let the head of his phallus rest against that point, letting her flex out to rub against him, then retreat, once, twice, three times and she whined a high-pitched noise of protest, begging and arousal.

He sank inside her. Not a thrust, no sudden move, just a push. From head to balls he steadily slid into her.

The orange filly went into spasms by the time he was half-way done. Her wings fluttered erratically, her neck tightened and stretched, her back arched so far down that her chest hit the mattress while her chin rested on a pillow.

Keen gave an experimental shift of his hips, side to side, a little back and forward, getting himself set. Then he leaned over Scootaloo like a true Stallion, sliding his hips back and away, right back until his head was all that connected them. In preparation the mare beneath him abandoned bracing her hooves and grabbed at the pillow, clutching it tight as it propped up her chest.

Cotton didn't quite see what he did next, but after that, with a surprised cry of pleasure from his filly, he latched his lips onto her ear and thrust himself back inside so that his hips thudded into hers making her flanks shudder.

The cutie mark on Scootaloo's flank danced, Keen moved like a machine, a steady 'pam, pam, pam' of flesh hitting flesh along with the slick squelches of her hole being penetrated in huge, hip-swinging strokes. All of this was overlaid by the soft grunting breathing of Keen and the gasping, higher-pitched breaths from Scootaloo.

Cottons thighs were flexing in sympathetic reaction, more little trickles of liquid ran down her thighs with each flex as it crushed in against her hot lips. This wasn't just... doing it... this was sex. Raw, heavy rutting without holding back, and that orange pegasus seemed to be completely brain-fried by it.

His hands squeezed at her flanks, then slid up to her waist, holding her firmly to give himself leverage. Then they moved higher, sliding up to the base of those strong orange wings. When he hooked his fingers around the joints at the base, pulling on them to keep up his momentum, Scootaloo lost her breath in a single, long moan that left her panting. She was scrunching up her face, like she couldn't take the pleasure he was giving her, and her breathing didn't match the rhythm of his strokes anymore, fast and uneven.

He pulled her wings back, leaning back away from her again at full arms length as he flexed the orange span of feathers back as if she was diving at full speed. Cotton's own wings mimicked the motion unconsciously, the stoop of high-speed diving, and it felt... amazing.

Scootaloo thrashed and climaxed. She bucked her spine, head jerking, wings pulling out of his grasp and flapping then trembling away from her back. Then she simply collapsed. A puppet with her strings cut.

As the filly's hips dropped, Keen was pulled out of her in a long, sticky-sounding movement.

"Suh-sorry." Scootaloo rolled a little over to see him, "Too... Too much." She had a goofy, breathless grin on her face.

Keen used his hands to roll her lower body over a little, then he lifted her leg. "You wanna... finish off?" She made a good attempt at looking alluring, with her messy, sweaty mane and her smoldering bedroom eyes.

He murmured something Cotton couldn't hear, "Are you... sure? That's... okay." The filly's voice sounded unsure, and Cotton only caught those few words from the sentence, but Keen let himself settle into a different kneeling position, lining himself up with the panting filly's lowered hips.

He lifted her a little and Cotton saw something that she'd never thought she'd ever see in her life. Keen's penis lined up to Scootaloo's other hole! He couldn't! He mustn't! That wasn't the right one!

But sure enough, he pressed into the puckered flesh and, with surprisingly little resistance, slid himself inside. No sound of pain from the pegasus, no sound at all, but her back slowly arched off the mattress and her head rolled further and further back into the pillow.

When he bottomed out inside her, the filly seemed to come back to life. She shook her head and then seemed to jackknife hersef up and into his arms, sitting in his lap and throwing her hooves around his neck. She practically slammed their lips together and almost seemed to be sucking his tongue out of his mouth.

She moaned, putting her head back, then looked him dead in the eye, "I love you!" She told him, "I love you, I love you, I love you!" She kissed him again and Keen started to roll his hips, thrusting up into her as she slowly bounced on his lap.

Again, Cotton's hips and thighs flexed in response, trying to match the movements, squeezing down on nothing but herself.

Scootaloo's cries of love and pleasure devolved into moans and grunts again, and Keen's hands were roaming up and down her back again. Soon, though, it seemed like he didn't care for this position, because he began to turn her. He leaned back, grasped one leg and guided it across his body until she was side-on to him, still impaled on his thrusting cock. Then he detached her forelegs from his shoulders, ignoring her little protests, and turned her fully. He pressed her to him again, pushing her wings to his chest and making them fold flush so he could keep her close.

His head dropped and his lips found her neck, kissing, licking and even biting at her neck and shoulder. Not once did his hips stop rolling and rising. She was nearly helpless now, clutched too him as one hand roamed high, up her neck to her chin and she sucked two of his fingers into her eager mouth, eyes closed as she moaned around them. Then his other hand trailed downwards, along her stomach and over her teats, giving each a little flick, tickle, tweak and roll before passing further down.

When his fingers dug into her crotch, Scootaloo's eyes snapped wide. Her mouth hung open and her tongue lolled out, her wings simply relaxed down at her sides and her legs all gave out at once. Cotton thought that if he'd let her go, Scootaloo would have fallen into a little puddle on the bed. As it was, she was caught, stuck, being jerked upwards and sliding back down again and again, no control anymore over her actions, no words, barely even gasps for air.

After only a few moments of this, Keen started to thrust in earnest. His hand worked furiously, doing who knew what kinds of pleasurable things to his filly's nethers, and her head lolled back and forth to the motion bonelessly. Four, five, six, seven... Cotton tried to count out the thrusts as he made the orange pegasus' body flop like a ragdoll from his determined pumping.

He came inside her hard, grunting and clasping the limp filly's body to him, and Scootaloo came for him in complete, unconscious reaction, juddering and jerking, a strangled sounding noise all she could make this time.

Keen lowered his broken pegasus to the bed, arranging her limbs and pulling out of her with an empty-sounding schlock.

He paused there for a moment, then sighed, reaching over to grab some tissues from the box beside his bed, and carefully wiping down the matted, glistening, slowly oozing backside of the comatose filly. Cotton could actually see her backside twitching as he wiped it, but not fully closing yet. Then he covered her with a sheet and got up.

Cotton panicked. She couldn't be here! He'd see her! She had the sense left to remember to sneak away, but she was nearly too late. She heard Keen's steps as he noticed the door was open just as she slipped inside her own room. She hoped and prayed that he didn't hear her door close as he opened his to peer outside.

She did, however, hear the little 'Hmm...' he made before he shut his door and went back to his bed. No wait! He was walking down the hall! He was coming to her room!

Cotton, as quietly as possible, threw herself into bed and pulled the sheet over herself, then she stilled everything the way she used to when her mom would check she was asleep. Please don't come in, please don't come in, please don't come in!

A door opened and she nearly squeaked. But it wasn't hers. It was the bathroom door. She heard the taps running and Keen sighing, and then the distinct sound of him brushing his teeth. A little longer and he was done, then the sound of him going to toilet, flushing, washing his hands, and then his long stride down the hall to his room again.

* * *

She didn't know when she fell asleep after that, but she woke up to the smell of mom making breakfast and the uncomfortable feeling of her backside being matted together by her... juices... from last night.

It took the efforts of a quick shower to clean herself up, there were signs that other ponies had used it before her; long purple hair wasn't in the family, that was for certain. But she felt better already, despite that. Today she was going to go to the library, read the afternoon away, maybe she'd even see Rumble.

The thought of Rumble made her blush, she'd actually asked him to be her coltfriend...!

She made her way downstairs with her mane and tail still damp, the towel around her shoulders, and... stopped dead in the doorway to the kitchen.

Merry May kept a nice kitchen, clean tiles and polished flooring to make messes easier to see, she said it was her pride as a single mother that she could keep both her children, especially one as big as Keen, fed and happy every day of the week. But that wasn't what stopped her.

Scootaloo sat next to Keen at the table.

"Hey Cotton!" She waved,

"Hey." She offered a very half-hearted wave back.

"What's wrong, honey?" her mom asked from where she was making pancakes at the stove, "Did you not sleep well?" Scootaloo had the good manners to blush and look away.

"Yeah, sort of, just a bunch of weird dreams, I guess." She quickly lied to cover her own embarrassment.

"Hmm," the parental prerogative to try to fix things kicked in, "if you're having trouble getting to sleep..." She slid some pancakes onto Keen's and Scootaloo's plates.

"Thanks Miss May."

"No problem, sweetie, it's so nice when Keen brings a filly home. I'm glad to see him so popular." The big, friendly smile dropped back into concerned thought when she turned back. "Maybe you should have Keen give you one of his massages, that's sure to relax you."

She stopped, hoof reaching to pull out her chair at the table, "I don't think-"

"I know, right?!" Scootaloo jumped in, "Keen gives the most insanely good massages, one time he gave me one the day before my try-outs, and I swear I've never flown so good in all my life!"

Cotton backed up a little, "I don't think that's... really necessary."

"You sure, honey? Or maybe I should make you something Zecora taught me, it sends you right off for the whole night."

"No, mom, thank you, I'm..." She glanced at Keen, who hadn't even looked at her this whole time, "I'm fine. I'll be at the library if you need me."

Before she left, though, for just a moment, Keen's gaze flicked up to meet hers. She felt a chill and knew. She knew that he knew. Cotton was out the door as fast as she could without running, just long enough to hear Scootaloo say "What was that all about?"

Author's Note

You know... I've always wanted to write one of those scenes. Finally had an excuse ^^

More to come, crazy people, and I'm enjoying every moment of this!