Chapter 4: Chicken Nugget (!)

(Underage)

You know, earth ponies are naturally strong. I've seen non-physically active earth ponies lift wagons with ease. That being said, when one spends their whole lives doing farm work... Well, let's just say you do not want to be hit by one.

The first thing I became aware of, after the pounding headache that is, was Rarity and my attacker talking nearby. The second thing was the cold pack on my head. Finally, there was the fact that I was in a hospital bed bed. I idly wondered how long I had been here. It couldn't have been long if those two were still arguing.

“I do not care!” Rarity said, trying to keep her voice down. “He has given no reason for you to distrust him. In fact, he's done plenty to earn your admiration. He saved the lives of both Princess Cadence and Twilight.”

“Psh,” Applejack scoffed. “He says. How do we know he didn't just brainwash the two of them?”

“Why would you say that? He's been a fine, upstanding citizen since he was revealed, providing a service this town has been sorely needing,” the fashionista countered.

“Yeah, and all ya gotta do is let'em suck your love out.”

“That is not-”

“Rarity,” I cut her off, bringing their attention to me. “Don't bother. If she want's to be a tribalist hick, let her.”

Applejack fumed at that. “Now see here, ya damn parasite!”

“Applejack!” Enter a pissed off Redheart. “I've had enough. Leave the hospital, now!” Her whisper somehow managed to be more effective than any shout.

The farmer glowered at me for a second longer. “Fine. But when y'all are stuck in cocoons, just remember Ah warned ya.”

Everyone watched the enraged mare stomp off, grumbling to herself. Redheart followed after to ensure her orders were followed.

“You know,” I said after the silence started getting uncomfortable. “I can get the whole, 'protecting friends' thing, but that mare is a bitch.”

“Now, Nosh,” Rarity said in an admonishing tone. “She may be acting foolish and stubborn, and she does have a tendency to be overprotective, but she really is a wonderful pony once you get to know her. She simply has her shortcomings, like any other.”

“Yeah, I always liked her before I was outed, but now...” I let out a sigh.

“I can't say I understand your position exactly, but I do know what it is like to be hated for reasons you cannot control.” Rarity sat on the edge of the bed, her hand brushing my mane.

“Well, I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself,” I said.

“Oh, quite. I may have to-” Rarity was interrupted by a familiar voice from the doorway.

“What happened?” Rainbow Dash asked, followed by Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. “I saw Applejack storm by and... oh.” She understood quickly when her eyes landed on my, my head in bandages.

Rarity cleared her throat, “It was a... misunderstanding. Nosh and I were,” Her eyes shifted to the teens, “enjoying each others company.” A round of giggles from the girls showed Rarity's attempt at subtlety failed. “Applejack heard and mistook the situation.”

“She thought I was raping Rarity,” I stated, bluntly.

Rarity blushed fiercely. “Nosh, please. Not with young ears in the room.”

I rolled my eyes and replied, “Bloom and Sweets aren't dumb. They already know what we were doing.”

“Yeah,” Sweetie confirmed. “We learned all about sex last year, and everypony knows Nosh is a companion stallion.”

“That doesn't make it appropriate to speak of it in front of two young fillies,” the fancy pony insisted.

I chuckled. “I never understood the way tribals are ashamed of sex.”

“Hey, we're not ashamed of it!” Rainbow exclaimed.

I chuckled again. “Okay, maybe 'ashamed' is the wrong word. You just think about it differently from how changelings think about it.”

“What d'ya mean?” Applebloom asked.

“Well,” I began, thinking about how to proceed in a tribal appropriate way “for one, sex is an important social activity. It wasn't just something you did with your lover, but your friends as well. There's also no age limit on sex. If you’re old enough to want it, you’re old enough to have it. For instance, my first time was with my teacher when I was twelve.”

Rarity gasped. “What happened? Did she get arrested?”

I laughed. “That's the point I'm trying to make. That's normal in changeling culture. Hell, I banged my best friend's mom while his dad was in the same room. She was horny and he was busy, so he asked me if I wanted to take care of her.”

“That's... that's...” Rarity looked disgusted at first, but then her face turned contemplative. “You know... It's not really as horrible as it first seems.”

Rainbow looked surprised. “Really? I mean, I think it's kinda cool how they take casual sex to the next level and all, but you?”

“Well, I wouldn't just bend over for a stallion with company in the room, but I can understand a culture believing that sex should be embraced like that.” Rarity thought for another second before she looked at the two teens, a blush spreading on her face. She must have forgot they were there. “Well! I suppose I should get these two home. Why don't you stay here and chat for a bit, Rainbow Dash? Come along girls!”

Rainbow and I watch her leave until she turned down the hall. We glanced at each other and burst out in laughter.

As the mirth died down, I looked over at my colorful friend. My mood dropped a little as I realized why she was here with Bloom and Sweets. I didn't want to kill the mood, but I had to ask.

“How is she?”

Just as expected, her smile fell, replaced by an expression that was a mix of sadness and anger. “She's healed up. Her body has, anyway. They're releasing her tomorrow.”

I nodded. “That's good. You taking her in?”

Rainbow nodded at that and an awkward silence fell over us.

“I... I gotta go,” Rainbow said eventually. “I still got a few things to do before tomorrow.”

“Yeah. I'll see you then.”

I laid on my side, trying to sleep. The bandages came off, the magic in them spent. The doctor wanted to make sure there was no lasting damage, so they decided to keep me overnight. The hospital was quiet, most of the staff gone for the night. Nurse Tender Heart was the only nurse on duty, but Doctor Scalpel was in the 'call room' behind the nurses' station, asleep but ready for an emergency.

My attempt at sleep was interrupted by a voice from the door.

“Um, Nosh? Are you awake?”

I turned around to see the silhouette of a pegasus filly.

“Scootaloo? What are you doing here? You should be in bed,” I told her.

“I couldn't sleep,” she replied. “Can I... I mean, do you think, maybe, I can sit in here with you?”

That timidness in her voice was heart wrenching. It was so unnatural coming from her.

“Yeah, kid, come on in,” I answered, sitting up.

She came in and jumped up on the foot of my bed, sitting on my legs, playing with the hem of her hospital gown. I had hung out with the little daredevil a few times with Rainbow, and she had quickly started looking up to me as well. Sure, Rainbow was still her hero, but that was only right.

“The Trial's next week,” the filly suddenly said. It took me a few seconds to realize what she was talking about. “I'm scared.”

“Don't worry about it, Scoots,” I assured her. “He's going to be put away for a long time.”

“That's what I'm afraid of,” Scootaloo replied quietly.

I couldn't believe my ears. “Scoots, why would be afraid he'd be put away? Everything he did... he almost killed you!”

“I deserve it,” The filly said, her voice cracking as she held back her sobs. “I-I killed mom. It's my fault daddy's alone, my fault he drinks.”

That's when I realized it. My mind shot back to the filly before me, lying unconscious, bruises on her face and a breathing tube down her throat... all because that monster blamed his daughter for the loss of his wife.

“No, Scootaloo,” I said, sternly. “That wasn't your fault. Childbirth is a dangerous time for a mare. Things like that happen, but it's not the child's fault. A child never asks to be born. That... filth blamed you because he was too much of a coward to face the truth. Instead of acknowledging it wasn't anyone's fault, he pushed the blame to you. He's scum! He's the one that decided to make whiskey his best friend instead of seeking real help.”

“But... he's the only family I have,” Scootaloo sobbed openly.

I sat up, pulling her into a hug. “You know that's not true. You have three sisters that love you very much. Just because they aren’t related by blood doesn’t mean anything. Rainbow tried to attack him for what he did. She probably would have killed him. Hell, they were so afraid to put her in the cell beside him that they had to put her in the mental health ward just to keep her from that monster. That's how much she cares about you.”

“But... But... Why?,” She asked. “I'm nopony special.”

“You are to us.”

I just held her as she cried. All the pent up pain of the past thirteen years of abuse were let out. Minutes... Hours... It didn't matter how long she cried, as long as she wasn't holding it in anymore, but eventually her tears slowed.

“Nosh,” she asked, timidly. “C-can I ask a really big favor?”

“Sure.”

She bit her lip before finally continuing. “Um... Well, I heard Rainbow Dash talking to Rarity a couple days before... I came here. She said that... that you can make a mare's worries disappear.”

A lump formed in my throat. Was she going to ask what I thought she was?

“Do you think... we can, um...”

She was. If ponies were like changelings, there would be no problem; She's a friend, she's in need and she's attractive. But ponies aren't changelings. This is illegal in their culture. It kinda makes sense, seeing as they tend to mature slower than changelings, mentally.

“I know I'm not that pretty...”

At the same time, I thought it would make her feel better about herself.

“And... I know I'm just a dumb kid, but-”

I made up my mind, pulling her into a kiss. It wasn't long, but it got my point across.

I looked into her stunned violate eyes and smiled. “You're beautiful. You're talented. And I'd be honored.”

Her smile was all I needed to tell me I made the right choice. She leaned into me again, plunging her tongue into my mouth. It was, to be honest, one of the worst kisses I’ve ever experienced. That didn't matter, though. The only important thing was making Scootaloo smile again.

Was it illegal? Very much so, yes. Was it wrong? Hell if I know. Was I going to treat this filly like I would any other beautiful, amazing mare that needed to be reminded just how special she was? You bet your ass I was. I could burn in Tartarus for all I cared, so long as she was happy again.

I wrapped my arms around the filly, pulling her even closer as her tongue flopped around in my mouth like a dying fish. Leaving my left arm around her, my right hand made its way down her back, causing her to pull away and gasp as I brushed the base of her wing. I took the opportunity to lean down and start nibbling her neck. Admittedly, I only did that to keep her from kissing me again.

As my hand descended, I cast a quick privacy spell. That would keep our sounds in, and other ponies out. I caressed her small butt for a bit, massaging and kneading the firm muscle. Soon, my other hand was making its way down, mirroring the path of the first. When it reached her butt, though, both slid down further to the hem of her gown. I pulled back, looking her in the eyes as I pulled up slightly on the cloth. Scootaloo swallowed nervously, but lifted her arms and wings to allow me to purge her of her only covering. Scoots brought an arm to her chest and her other in her lap, covering herself. The way she looked away, blushing, was absolutely adorable.

“You're beautiful,” I said, reasserting what I already told her in an attempt to ease her embarrassment.

“R-really? 'Cause I always thought my boobs are too small.”

I chuckled at that and gently moved her arm away, revealing her still budding chest. Taking one in my hand, I said, “They're fine. You're a pegasus, so they won't get as big as earth ponies or even unicorns.” I leaned in, taking one of her small, pert nipples between my lips, suckling lightly as her breathing became heavy. With a popping sound, I released it. “It makes you more aerodynamic.”

“Yeah, but don't stallions like big boobs?” she asked as she fumbled with my gown. I helped her pull it off and her eyes locked onto my stallionhood. She bit her lip, a little intimidated by it. Her eyes went down to her slit. “Um... is that even gonna fit?”

That was a good question. My natural size was on the larger side average, and she was rather small for her age. I hadn't really noticed, but she's dwarfed by me.

I just smiled. “One of the perks of being a changeling.” A shimmer surrounded me and my body shrunk to about what I was at thirteen. “How's this?”

“Oh...” She didn't exactly sound happy. “Well, your thingy isn't as scary, but I liked it better when you were bigger. It made me feel... I don't know... safe.”

Another shimmer and my body returned to its natural size, though my little buddy remained, well, little; about an inch below average.

“Better?” I asked.

“Yeah. So... can I touch it?”

I chuckled. “Of course. You're going to have to if you want to keep going.”

She blush, from what I was implying or because that was obvious, maybe both. “Oh, right.”

She was very gentle as she wrapped the base of my shaft, and slowly slid up and down. Her hand didn't feel so small against my shrunken member. I let out a content sigh, causing her to pump a little more vigorously. I brought her in for another kiss, this one much more tolerable, as my own hand found its way between her thighs to her moist slit. I slid my middle finger along the crevice, her juices coating my finger.

“How about we get things started?” I said as I moved my hands to her shoulder and back. I twisted around gently, guiding her as I laid her down. A combination of nerves and anticipation had her heart thumping hard enough I could feel it as I kissed her neck. Next, I took her nipple in my mouth, kissing and suckling as I made my way down. I stopped briefly at the fresh scar under her right breast where that monster stabbed her with a kitchen knife. I fought down the anger that threatened to return and continued on.

As I passed her belly, she asked, “Wh-what are you doing? Are you gonna-”

Her question was both interrupted and answered by my tongue swirling around her young marehood. Her hands instantly latched to my mane, grabbing it tightly enough to be a little painful. I just ignored it as I licked up and down, flicking her clit with each stroke. Very soon, her breathing and moaning reached a fever pitch. She was close. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, locking her in place as I picked up the pace. Her back arched as she squirted her filly cum into my mouth, the cry of ecstasy echoing off the soundproofing. I continued lapping at her until she eventually calmed.

I crawled up her body, peppering her with kisses as I went, and laid down beside her. I placed a hand on her breast, feeling it rise and fall as she caught her breath.

“That... was amazing,” she said quietly, turning to look me in the eye. “And I though touching myself was good.”

I smirked at her and said, “We're not done yet. Catch your breath and start the main event.”

“Oh... but, um, shouldn't I... you know... suck you, first?” she asked.

“This I for you. You don't have to if you don't want to,” I answered honestly.

“A-are you sure?”

“I'm sure. Besides,” I pulled her on top of me, kissing her, “I want your body.” A feeling of fear mixed with her desire. “Whenever you're ready, just put it in.”

She nodded and looked down at my rod, biting her lip. Her hand reached down, stroking it a little before sitting up and pressing it against her pussy.

“Rub it on you it a bit. It'll help lube it up,” I advised.

Nodding, Scootaloo slid back and forth a few times, moaning quietly as she did. Now sufficiently slippery, Scoots lifted herself up a bit, guiding me to her entrance. With one more deep breath to steel her nerves, she began lowering herself. I placed my hands on her hips to help steady her, but let her go at her own pace. Slowly, her lips parted and enveloped my cock. I was glad she had said something about my size. Even with it smaller, she was incredibly tight. I had no doubt that I would have hurt her at regular size. Eventually, I felt her hips resting on mine.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Y-yeah,” she said, a little confused. “I thought it's supposed to hurt the first time. It just feels... stretchy.”

I smiled, pulling her down to give her a little peck. “Fillies that are as active as you often break their hymen on their own. By the way, you feel amazing.”

“Really? Thanks,” she said, blushing deeper. “So, d-do I start now?”

“Go at your own pace.”

She nodded and sat up, placing her hands on my stomach. Then, she began lifting herself off me, her cunny clenching as if it was trying to take my dick with it. Her second descent was much quicker than the first, but still nice and slow, likely still adjusting to her first rutting. With every repetition, the pegasus picked up speed until she was pounding against me. Her arms collapsed, bringing her body against mine, as a generous amount of fluid splashed across my balls. I clenched her tiny butt in my hands, squeezing as I aided her in lifting her hips until her orgasm receded.

I smiled at her as she tried to continue. She was too tired, though, so I wrapped my arms around her and flipped up around, pinning her beneath me. Immediately, I could feel the feeling of safety mix with the desire. It confused me at first until I remembered why she didn't want me to shrink to her size. Taking up where she left off, I began to move in and out of her. The extra lubrication made it easier, even as her tunnel redoubled its efforts to keep me. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, but I still wanted to give her one last orgasm. I leaned down and brought her into passionate kiss as one hand began fondling one of her perky nipples.

“I'm close,” I whispered. “Where do you want it?”

Her legs latched onto my waist, hooves interlocking. With her keeping my in place, I had no choice. I increased my pace, slamming into her. I pulled her in close, holding her tight as I released my seed into her young womb. At the first shot, she too climaxed for the third time that day. We held each other, sharing in the carnal pleasure.

I rolled off her to the side, Making sure I didn't crush her. We laid there, holding each other as we basked in the afterglow. To be honest, she was clumsy, awkward, and inexperienced, but despite that, her passion made up for it. Eventually, I levitated some paper towels over so I could clean Scootaloo up a bit.

“Um, Nosh?” Scootaloo began after I disintegrated the last towel. “Would it be alright if I slept with you – I-I mean... actually sleep in here. I don't want to be alone.”

I smiled at my young friend. “Sure, Scoots... but let's get dressed first, huh. Don't want the others to know what happened.” That reminding me to cast an air purifier spell to remove the smell, as well as a stain remover on the bed. With that, there was no evidence of our activities other than the semen that stayed inside Scootaloo. Luckily it was inert and could do no harm.

So I laid down on my back, Scootaloo cuddled up to my side, and I closed my eyes.

“Hey, Nosh,” Scootaloo got my attention again. “Do you think we can do this again?”

I chuckled. “I don't see why not.”

“Can my friends?”

I peeked down at her hopeful smile with one open eye and smirked. “Sure... if they can afford my five-thousand bit fee. And that's just the base price.”

It was a joke, of course. After all, a thirteen year old couldn't get that kind of money...

Right..?

I fucked up, didn't I?

Author's Note

A moral dilemma in a clopfic! One has to ask themselves, would you say what Nosh did was wrong? Keep any debates on the subject civil.