We found each other in the campus' cafeteria. I sat with her and her friends, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. Applebloom was a yellow Earth Anthro with an apple red mane. She and her family ran the Sweet Apple Acres farm. Sweetie Belle’s fur was pure white, with a pink and purple curly mane. She was easily the prettiest out of them, but my eyes were on Scootaloo.

It was Nightmare Night, or the day of. I was dressed up as a Creeper from the game Minecraft. (The idea was to scare Button Mash, a brown Earth Anthro, who played a lot of video games and was dressed as the main character. Apparently Sweetie and he are a thing, but don’t tell them) Scootaloo was dressed up as Hawk, a famous skateboarder; Applebloom, a scarecrow; and Sweetie as Sapphire Shores.

During lunch, Scootaloo and Rainbow were arguing out side of the cafeteria. It was a very loud argument. At the end, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and I saw Scootaloo runaway crying. We went up to Rainbow and asked what she did to Scootaloo.

“Buzz off, straw-for-brains!” annoyed after Applebloom asked.

“My sis can beat ya any day.”

“Oh yeah. Well your ‘sis’ is my best friend. I’d doubt she’d believe you, let alone listen to you.”

“What did you do to Scootaloo,” I demanded. I was so angry I felt like I could blow up (pun unintended).

“Get lost. What are you anyway, a hedgerow? If so, somepony needs to take a pair of clippers to cut you down.” She laughed. Man
I wanted to explode.

“TELL US RIGHT NOW WHAT YOU DID TO HER?”

“Or what, you’ll explode?” Yes. “To get you out of my mane, I told that little bitch to stop stealing my stuff and ruining it. That she should runaway because nopony love her and that that little cunt was a mistake.”

If I was a real creeper, I would have exploded like that one time Button and I blew up that mountain in Minecraft: HUGH.
Then she just walked away laughing.

“Wait until Rarity hears about this!” Sweetie finally pitched in. But it was too late; Rainbow was already down the hall.

“We have ta find her,” Applebloom broke the silence.

We went different ways. I was still enraged about what Rainbow did. As I walked down the hall, I barely heard stiffed crying coming from the janitor’s closet. I went near trying not to make much of a sound. I heard more crying. Yeah, that’s Scootaloo. I then thought of a plan.

Ssssssssssssss…………ssssssssssssss…………sssssssss The door opens… ssssssssssssss…………“Boom”

“I’m sorry Scootaloo.” Taking off the box head, I noticed she didn’t even look up. She was still hiding in the corner sobbing.

“You ok?” I asked, a stupid question though given I knew she was not ok. I sat down beside her.

Ahhhh. What do I do? I don’t know a thing about comforting girls. I had seen some in movies, but they were just that, movies. I started to freak out in my head.

I put my arms around her curled up body. Her fur was soft and warm. I started to stroke her mane.

“You have pretty wings,” breaking the silence, “Did you know that? They are very pretty.”

We sat there for a few minutes; my arms wrapped around her and my hand stroking her mane. She sniffled and broke the silence.

“..ster..don..e..” was all I could make out. “No..ony loves me. ‘m jus..a istak..”

I pull her closer, my head against her’s. “That’s not true. I sure some..pony loves you.” It felt awkward saying ‘somepony’ compared to ‘somebody.’ It was their vernacular (darn English for big words). “And you’re no mistake. There is no mistake about you, you are perfect, just the way you are.” Ok, now I am just being sappy.

“Noo, i-’s ture. I am a mistake,” raising her head a bit, “My mom didn’t want another foal. She loves Rainbow more. And…and Rainbow always bullies mee..hEEE!” She started crying again, and I held her closer. “I, I can’t wait to get away from them; away from home.”

Before I could reply, she grabs my head and pulls me into her breasts as she starts sobbing again. At first I couldn’t breath, but then I started to smell all the aromas she had. I could smell her sweat, an odd but pleasant smell. Through the sweat, her fur smelled like orange blossom, possible her body wash. I imagined Scootaloo, in the shower, naked, washing herself. Naked Scootaloo, washing herself; playing with herself.

Her sobbing broke me out of my thoughts. Her breast jiggled a bit when she cried. Her big breasts. Her big, squishy, jiggly breasts. I bring my arms around here as best as possible, being my head in her breast. I could feel her wings on her back. I stated to stroke them with one hand. Then I got an idea. I pull out my phone, with my free hand, and start pushing buttons. Although I can not see my phone, I can still feel the keypad.

On. Press, press. Over, over, down. I hope this works, I thought when it hit the final button.

Metallic sounds started to ding

The song played on for four minutes, but it like forever. Its soothing melody calmed the room. Scootaloo was quite. The sounds or movements were our own breathing. Now what to do else, for one her arms were keeping my head in her big breasts, I played the song again.

After the second time, she still did not move. I hoped she did not fall asleep. A few more seconds passed, I was about to play it again when her grip on my head loosened. With my head final a free, I sit on my feet up right, looking her in her teary eyes.

“You really think so,” she finally said, “You really mean all that stuff you said?”

“Ah, yeah, I really do.” I was slightly confused of my emotions at the moment: feeling bad for her, but also the knot in my chest again.

She turned her, looking down. I look down to my phone to see what time it is. Damn, we have to get back to class soon. Has it really been that long?

I turned my head back to her, “Ah Scoo…” Scootaloo pounced on me, stopping me mid word as she kissed me. She moved so fast, I lost my balance and fell over; bring her on top of me. My lips started part by her tongue. I move my tongue to meet hers, interlocking them. She tasted of apples; sweet.

Her hips started to move side to side. For the first time, I notice that my dick was hard, and she was moving it back and forth; it felt good. I reach around her and started to massage her back and wings. I could feel her muscles tight, trying to hold them in. She moaned, feeling through her mouth as I rubbed them.

I moved my hands down her back. I reach her shorts. With one hand, I grab her butt, or in her case, flank, and put the other one under her shorts, feeling the soft fur.

Then it dawns on me, I just put my hand down a girls pants. I grab her flank hard, both inside and out, pulling her. She moaned even more. I moved my hands further down….

“FOUND THEM!!!” We both look up, startled, to see Sweetie Belle starring. “Ahhh….”

The three of us stare, startled, confused, embarrassed.

“Hay Sweetie, ya ok?” Applebloom came up and looked at Sweetie. Then she looked where Sweetie’s stare was… as soon as Applebloom looked…

*FOONG* Scoots' wings opened as if they were spring loaded, knocking down some janitor’s supplies.

Author's Note

Chapter Two.
I know some of it does not make sense, it was originally written as a high school setting, (but moderators made me make them over 18)

May the Fourth be with you

PS Scootareader Hold your horses.

The nest chapter may be next Sunday. I have to get chapter six done first though (so I dont fall behind on writing this)