Das Scoot

Das Scoot

"Psst!"

"Hey!" the voice insisted, joined with a hoof jabbing into your shoulder. Not again.

Today was your first day at Ponyville High. Your first day in Ponyville at all, actually. You'd moved from elsewhere, for reasons you'd rather forget, but you'd hoped none of that would matter here. You'd hoped that a fresh town could be a fresh start. The insistent hoof behind you told you different, almost certainly being from the class bully about to jab a quill through your wing or something equally mean spirited.

You turned around and hissed a "what?!", hoping to dissuade whoever it was from seeing you as an easy target. You were no stranger to bullying, you just hoped the advice you'd been given so many times would actually work here.

The small blue unicorn mare behind you reeled back in shock, her eyes flying wide as your reaction scared her. Great, now you were the bully. You muttered your apologies and asked her what she wanted.

"I uh," she whispered as quietly as she could, trying her best not to get the attention of Miss Cheerilee, who was apparently the teacher for both the lower and upper schools, "I have a note for you."

She closed her eyes and started to concentrate, and her horn began to softly glow and hum slightly. A small piece of paper shakily rose from her desk and started to make its way over to yours, shaking and twisting as it went as the poor unicorn struggled to control it. Sometimes you envied the magical powers of the unicorns, but most times you were just glad flying came naturally.

"What's this, then?" Miss Cheerilee asked, stamping the note down onto the ground with a hoof. The blue mare squeaked and went a little red.

"I'm sorry! I was just passing a note, Miss, I didn't mean to distract anyone!"

"Blue Bead, you know full well note passing is against the rules. I'm very disappointed that you'd try and distract our new student like that, I expect better from you. See me after class." Miss Cheerilee snapped, shaking her head and sighing as she crushed the note underhoof, ruining it and leaving its contents a mystery. You felt bad for "Blue Bead", but you had to admit it was her own fault.

She was distracting, though. It proved difficult to concentrate on mathematics when every couple of seconds there was a sniffle or a sob from behind. Some ponies took detention harder than others. Eventually, you stopped paying attention to whether x + y was z or q and started to daydream about clouds. Clouds were lovely, you'd always found them appealing. It came as no surprise to anypony who knew you that your special talent had ended up being Cloud-smithing, nor was the cloud in the shape of a hammer on your ass unexpected. Clouds came in so many different shapes and sizes that it made them infinitely more interesting than solving a simultaneous equation.

Eventually, you started to hear another sound over the chorus of light sobbing and the blurry, ignored teaching from in front. A quiet giggle from the back of the class followed every couple of sobs, almost as if somebody was laughing at poor Blue Bead - maybe you'd finally located the class bully. Casually but carefully turning around, you tried to find the source of the disturbance.

There she was, sitting at the very back of the class with her back hooves resting on the desk, leaning against the back of her chair. The orange mare had a harsh, but amused look on her face as she stared at Blue Bead, quietly laughing around the single stick of hay she held in her mouth. Her red mane had streaks of purple running through it at uneven intervals, and the whole thing was in that curious state of intentional mess, giving off an "I don't give a damn" attitude that must have required an hour a day to maintain. Her wings lay open at her sides, resting casually downwards and flicking around every few moments, blowing the manes of the students in front of her around.

Her smirk remained stuck to her face even as Cheerilee began to notice the disturbance, slowly looking over at the troublesome mare.

"Scootaloo, do you have something to share with the class?"

"Yeah, miss, you made Blues cry!" 'Scootaloo' mock-protested, very badly pretending as if she cared. "That's like, the third time today."

Blue Bead burst into tears. This was going to be a long lesson. Cheerilee simply sighed and got on with the class, noticeably less enthusiastic than earlier. Not that earlier had been very interesting either. Back to clouds.

Eventually - finally - the bell rang, and everyone but Blue Bead filed out of the room. It was the last class of the day, and that meant you could go home, just as soon as you swung by your locker to pick up your bag. Walking down the main corridor, you were faced with two very long walls completely full of lockers, and absolutely no memory of which one yours was in.

After a few minutes of fruitless searching, you heard a voice. "Hey, you, newfoal!" it called, sounding a lot like the misbehaving mare from your math class. Not the sort of pony you wanted to be hanging around with, not after how badly her kind had treated you before. Still, it sounded like you were about to get beaten up again anyway.

Your intuition proved correct as you felt her body push up against yours, slamming you into the nearest locker and pinning you there, your face pressed into the cold metal door and the keyhole jabbing into your cheek. You grunted in pain, and considered fighting back, but she was clearly much stronger than you, it'd be fruitless.

"You've been standing here for ages, foal, your locker's right there." she told you, jabbing a hoof into the name tag that was now directly in your vision. "Celest's sake, it's like you want to get beaten up or something." she swore, pulling back and letting you stumble to your feet.

Hi.

"Hey, I'm Scootaloo. You're that new guy, huh?" she asked, moving her head around to get a better look at you. After a few moments, she nodded. "Yeah, you're pretty cute. Wanna hang out some time?"

No, gosh no, hang out with somebody that brash, rebellious, naughty, misbehaving, and bullying? That was a terrible idea, you knew it was a terrible idea. On the other hoof, she hadn't beaten you up, and she called you cute - you'd never been called cute before. She was pretty cute too, in a rough and tumble kind of way.

Sure, you'd love to hang out some time!

"Awesome, how about the movie theater in town, about 10?" she asked, making it sound more like a date than "hanging out". 10 was way past your curfew, anyway.

"Same," she shrugged. "C'mon, live a little. Don't'cha wanna hang?"

Fine, 10. You figured you could probably make some excuse to why you had to be out that late and explain it to your parents anyway.

"Rad. See ya!" she replied as she walked over to her own locker, just a few steps away, and pulled out a scooter, throwing it down on the ground and stepping on. She let her wings spread wide - though they looked smaller than average, even up close - and began to flap, quickly accelerating away probably about as fast as you could fly.

You involuntarily laughed as you watched other students dive out of the way as Scootaloo made absolutely no attempt to avoid them. For the first time, you got a good look at her quickly receding flank, spying the wheel that marked it. Made sense that she preferred to drive along the ground, then, if it was her talent.

That night, you made your excuses (Exploring night-time cloud formation, apparently) and left, telling your parents you'd be back before midnight. You felt awful about lying to them, but you wanted to make a good first impression on Scootaloo - she was pretty cute.

In some ways, you hadn't been lying, the night sky was beautiful and the clouds peppering the horizon looked almost inviting enough to tempt you into a night of construction. A promise was a promise, though - you were taking Scootaloo to the theater.

You touched down outside the theater at about 10. She wasn't anywhere to be seen, but you were sure she'd be there soon. There was only one movie showing right now, you figured you should be chivalrous and buy the tickets.

"Age?" the bored attendant asked, peering down at you. "Stallions only, kid." she replied after you uncertainly told her your age. Great, that was embarrassing. So much for a first date.

You walked away, dejected, and sat on a nearby bench - Scootaloo was in your year, she wouldn't be old enough either. Maybe you could grab ice cream or something.

Eventually, you heard a rumbling as Scootaloo rode up to you, mane flowing in the breeze and helmet tied around the handlebars, quite pointedly not on her head. She was wearing a scratched, scuffed, and generally dirty looking jacket, the stitching haphazard and the material stained. "Hey man." she greeted, coasting to a stop and stepping off her scooter, kicking the brake on.

You gave her the bad news - the only film on was adults only.

"Pff, duh. Why would I go see some foal dung?" she replied, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, we'll take the side entrance."

Sneak into a movie theater? You'd never so much as sneaked food into one, never mind stolen the entire price. You weren't sure it was such a good idea.

"Pff, whatever, chicken. I don't need you to have a good time, you coming or not?"

Fine, you'd come. You just hoped you didn't get caught.

"Awesome!" she grinned. "Now follow my lead."

Scootaloo took off at a run, spreading her wings and using them to keep herself an inch off of the ground as she flew, moving silently through the dark straight past the back of the security guard on duty. You just flew over him, there was no sense being unnecessarily dangerous. When you silently landed behind her, Scootaloo was almost out of breath, as if a simple flight was huge exertion for her. Was she okay?

"Yeah, 'course I am, shut up." she snapped, pushing open the theater door with a hoof. "Now stay quiet, it's started so nobody'll notice if we're quick."

Scootaloo lead the way again, sneaking around the edge of the room until she found the empty back row, which she dived into. You took the seat next to her and started to watch the movie.

It seemed to be some kind of horror thing. As far as you could tell, having missed the first half hour or so, the black shadow pony had killed the purple pony's wife, and she was pretty mad about that. You didn't really get it, it seemed to rely on cheap jump scares more than any actual tense atmosphere.

The purple pony and her friend, the green one, were currently in some kind of carriage chase, with the black one following them at high speed brandishing some kind of knife. It was all very exciting, but you'd still rather be building a nice cloud structure.

"Psst." Scootaloo whispered, digging into your side with a hoof. "This is kinda crappy, huh?"

You agreed.

"Wanna make it a bit more fun?" she asked, pulling up the leg rest between your two chairs and leaning into you. Kissing seemed appropriate for a first date, you were up for that. You leaned over and closed your eyes, tilting your head as she probably did the same to meet you.

"Man, don't go all soppy on me, loverboy," she scolded, "I said fun, not lame."

Her hoof slowly trailed its way from your side down to your crotch. She was joking, wasn't she? You were in public, this was a first date! You'd never even kissed a mare before, never mind anything like that!

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were cool," she responded, given your lack of reply and the way your body froze up at her touch. "Must have mistaken you, maybe you should go hang with Blue Bells or something." You assumed she got the name wrong on purpose. Scootaloo was a bully, she was even trying to bully you into doing what she wanted, this was exactly what you'd been trying to get away from, and not what you wanted at all.

So why was your shaft slowly growing and catching Scootaloo's attention?

"That's more like it." she grinned, reaching her hoof out again. You didn't stop her. You scrunched your eyes closed as she touched, running her hoof along your quickly engorging length and barely suppressing a quiet giggle. It felt... brilliant. Her strokes were a little too hard, and the edge of her hoof dug into your skin a little at times, but other than that each movement of her hoof filled you with a blast of pleasure.

Somehow, knowing that there were ponies just in front of you enjoying a film made it even better. You knew that if either of you made a sound, people would notice you. They'd know you were underage, and you'd get thrown out. Your parents would probably be told, and they'd be told what you'd been doing. And you didn't care.

Scootaloo leaned into you harder, resting her entire body weight against your shoulder as one of her forelegs slowly pumped up and down. You slowly managed to wrestle your eyes open, and look down at her. Her eyes were alight with wonder as she played with your penis, marveling at the way it would bob and shift as she touched it, as if she'd never seen one up close before.

Her eyes flicked up, and she saw you looking down at her. Her expression immediately turned to one of faux-boredom, but she continued toying around with you, so you didn't mind.

You tried to turn your attention back to the film, hoping it could help ease the pain of having to contain all the noises you'd like to make. The black pony had the green one cornered in a dark room. You'd like to be alone in a dark room right now, with Scootaloo. The more she stroked your cock, the more you wanted to get away from all these other people and have her all to yourself.

You whispered to her, wondering if she'd like to make it even more fun.

"Sure, good idea," she responded, taking her hoof away and getting up out of her chair. You moved to follow, but she quickly pinned you down, pressing her body against yours and pushing you down into the chair. She stared into your eyes, mere inches away. "Stay there." she demanded, and started to slowly slither down your body, letting the damp end of your penis find itself in agony as her coat brushed against it, every touch driving you slightly closer to the edge. What was she doing?

Her intention became clear as her hooves landed on the floor with an almost silent clop, and she knelt down in front of your chair, staring your penis straight in the eye.

She enthusiastically leaped forward, taking as much of your length as she could handle into her mouth. Her tongue moved around slightly as she tasted around, licking some of the precum off of the side, and her face screwed up in distaste.

"Ugh!" she quietly exclaimed, her words vibrating her mouth and tongue, scraping them against you and sending even larger shocks of pleasure through your body than before, even. Regardless of the poor taste, Scootaloo closed her eyes and began to slowly pull her head back and forth, drawing her lips over your shaft in slow, deliberate motions.

After a few moments, she started to quietly groan, hopefully only audible to you, as her hoof subconsciously moved between her legs, letting her slowly stroke herself in time with each cycle of her head. Her eyes slowly closed as she found a rhythm, kneeling before you with her forelegs resting against the chair for balance.

Her groans grew louder as she grew more excited, quite happily rubbing her hoof against her virgin slit while she pulled her head back and forward, now slowly using her tongue to draw lazy circles and shapes over your penis as it rested inside the wet heat of her mouth, every instant it lay there sending shivers of ecstasy through your body.

You knew you couldn't last much longer, and from the way she was moaning almost unabashedly, neither could she. Her sucking became erratic and desperate as she continued, as if she were forcing you into orgasm by force of will alone. That didn't work, but the suction in her mouth, and the scraping of her tongue, did, and you soon felt the semen rushing through you you finally came under her pressure.

The first of your seed splashed against the back of her throat, and she pulled back instinctively, gasping "Eugh! Give me some warning next time, dumbass!" - or trying to, anyway. Pulling back and trying to talk while still in the firing range proved to be a bad idea, splattering her face with a healthy coating of your seed.

"Eeeeew!" she yelled, pulling back and hitting the chair behind. She took a moment to realise what she'd just done.

She looked up at you, her face still covered in your cum and your shaft only slowly getting smaller in front of her as you wallowed in the immediately post-orgasm bliss. She looked great, the mismatched purple streaks in her hair were joined by the occasional speck of white, and the patternless splattering on her face didn't look out of place.

"Run!" she hissed, pointing at the security guards entering the room. They'd been found out. You ran.

A few minutes later, you found yourself down a dark alleyway a few hundred meters from the theater, collapsed on the ground breathing heavily. Scootaloo was resting against the wall a few meters away, laughing.

"Man, that was awesome! I thought they were gonna get us for sure!" she laughed, rubbing her hoof against her face in an attempt to wipe away all the unwanted semen, "You're a laugh, man. We should hang out again some time."

Yeah, you should.

"Hey, my folks'll be here to pick me up in a minute, want a ride?" she asked, pulling you to your hooves and walking out into the street. You thought she scootered here?

"Yeah, but they don't like me scootin' this late. I get a free ride out of it, it's cool."

Sure, then.

The next few minutes passed in silence as the two of you slowly walked back to the theater, where she agreed to meet her parents. By the time you got there, they were already waiting - given that the movie hadn't even finished yet, they must have wanted to pick her up quite badly.

"Darling, where have you been?" her mother asked, concern lacing the edges of her voice.

"Ugh, I just went for a run, okay mom? You don't rule my life." Scootaloo snapped back. It didn't seem fair to her mother, to you, but you stayed quiet. "Oh, Mom, you're gonna need to drop my boyfriend off at his house, 'kay?" she added after an awkward moment of silence.

"Oh? Another boyfriend, dear?" her mother replied.

"Yeah."

"Well, just don't get up to anything when I'm not looking, okay?"

"Mom!" Scootaloo protested, as if the very idea of doing something as lewd as, say, sucking somebody's dick in a crowded theater simply wouldn't occur to her. "Just drive, okay?"

Scootaloo's mother sighed, and began to walk, carrying the carriage behind her and taking the two of you through the night. You looked over at Scootaloo and smiled. Eventually, she looked back, and smiled too.

Then you noticed it - a small blob of your semen rested on her cheek, clear as day. How her mother hadn't noticed it before you didn't know, but she surely would if she looked back. You motioned with your hoof, trying to show her there was something on her cheek. She shrugged back at you, she had no idea what you were talking about.

All too soon, you reached your house, and you saw Scootaloo's mother start to turn her head. There was only one thing to do - you darted across the carriage and gave Scootaloo a heavy peck on the cheek.

Sour, salty, and bitter. No wonder Scootaloo hadn't liked it, you tasted disgusting. You tried your best to stay composed as you swallowed it down, knowing full well that Scootaloo wouldn't understand why you did that.

"We're here, honey!" her mother announced, looking back at the two of you. Scootaloo took this as her chance to really piss her off, and grabbed your still-reeling head in her hooves, pulling it back towards her and shoving her tongue into your mouth.

She tasted like you. Bitter, sour and salty saliva mixed with your own as she enthusiastically kissed you, coating your chin with a thin layer of saliva as she moved and shifted a little too fast, putting all of her effort into it.

After a few long, no doubt incredibly awkward minutes, she pulled away with a loud pop. "See ya, loverboy." she waved, slapping your ass as you jumped out. Scootaloo's mother shook her head and began to trot off, carrying her away from you while she waved and wiggled.

Well, it was better than your last first day at school, that was for sure.