Das Scoot

Scootatwo

"Hey!" Scootaloo called from the back of the class as you walked in, almost sitting at your chair near to the front of the room. "Don't ya wanna talk to me?"

You sighed, you couldn't not go and sit next to her now, that was going to make paying attention difficult. Nobody else sat on the very last row, so you were free to take a seat right next to her. Surprisingly, Scootaloo actually had a textbook, and it was even open on the right page.

"Hey man, you should have seen my folks last night. So awkward, it was great!" she grinned, laughing as she looked over at you. "And uh, last night was pretty great too. We should do it again some time. Say, tonight, my place? My parents kinda want to make you dinner."

That sounded good to you, you couldn't wait to meet her parents.

"Yeah, sure, I'm sure they'll love you," she sarcastically quipped, rolling her eyes. "Now shut up, I like this lesson."

Ancient Equestrian history didn't really grip you. It didn't seem like Scootaloo's style to enjoy education, but she spent the entire lesson in rapt awe. Any time you tried to start a conversation, she'd hit you and tell you to shut up. She didn't even make fun of Blue Bead.

Eventually, it ended, and the rest of the class filed out. Scootaloo stayed put. You asked her if she was coming to lunch.

"Nah, I gotta finish up these notes."

Notes, as in, actually doing work? That didn't seem like her.

"Hey, history is awesome!" she protested, "Have you seen those spears? What about that chariot? They're pretty cool."

You shrugged, history had never really been your thing. You'd see her after lunch, then.

"Nah, just give me a minute, let's have some fun before class."

Instead of getting up, Scootaloo dived forward, landing on the desk and wiggling her legs. "C'mon, we've only got half an hour."

Was she serious?

"Yeah, man. Come on, don't be lame."

She had a point, you shouldn't leave a girl hanging. The desk left her at the perfect height, and her lusty face easily got you into the mood. You kicked her chair out of the way as you moved into position behind her, hoping to Celestia that nobody was going to come in and interrupt you during lunch - that would be more than embarrassing, it'd probably get you expelled.

Scootaloo sensed your hesitation, and was having none of it. Her impatient grunt was all the encouragement you needed - last night had felt fantastic, and that'd only been her mouth - What would the rest of her feel like? You quickly jumped up, resting your forelegs over her small frame, and started to move around.

After a few moments of shifting, you felt the tip of your cock brush against her tail, and you knew you were ready. Every moment you weren't inside of her felt like burning, you'd never wanted anything more in your life. Did you say want? You meant need. You needed to be inside of this mare.

You wriggled forward and felt the tip of your shaft touch against her. She was already wet, but the moment you brushed against her body you felt her tense up - something was wrong.

"No," she whispered, "No, it's fine. Just go on, do it."

Was she sure?

"Of course I'm sure," she snapped in return. "Just rut me already."

You were still worried, but that wasn't an invitation your body would let you consider turning down. Lurching forward, you felt your shaft penetrate her, slipping between her tight lips with an audible gasp from the filly pinned beneath you. It felt almost indescribable, her lips pressed against you so tightly that the slightly movement of her body translated straight into yours.

She gasped again as you pushed in further - not from pleasure, or surprise, this time, but pain. You stopped, resting halfway inside of her, and asked if she was okay.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," she sniffed, "just keep going."

It was her first time, wasn't it?

"Yeah, so what? I want it, just do it." she replied, bucking backwards and forcing you a little further in to underline her point.

You continued, slowly and carefully pushing yourself inside until you'd completely mounted her. Her groans of pain began to die down as she got used to the sensation, and her body squeezed around you seemingly even tighter than before.

You had been hoping that this wasn't her first time too, because you hadn't been sure what you were meant to do next. Now you were there, in the heat of the moment, though, you found your body knew exactly what to do. Slowly, you began to find a natural rhythm of pulling out part of the way, and then slowly thrusting back in. It felt amazing, feeling the tight walls rubbing against you, and the slight shivers that vibrated through Scootaloo's young body as you made your way back inside.

She seemed to enjoy it too, resting her head against the desk and grunting far more in pleasure than pain, and her undersized wings spread out onto the desk as her subconscious grew more and more excited. After what felt like seconds, but was closer to minutes, Scootaloo weakly raised a hoof off of the desk, signalling you to stop. Reluctantly, you did.

Between gasps and pants, Scootaloo managed to speak a few words. "Do it harder, man."

You complied, pushing back in with more force than before, hilting yourself with a slight squish. She grunted in response, letting her hoof fall back to the desk in approval. Continuing, you tried to balance yourself against the desk so you could use your forehooves to help pull and push, increasing your speed and ferocity as you began to more quickly pump in and out of her.

Your ravishing was successful, and Scootaloo began to rhythmically moan as each stroke drove her a little wilder. Before long, the brand new sensations overwhelmed her inexperienced body, and her hooves found themselves helplessly gripping the desk as she tried her best to stay in position. Her face found itself scraping against the wooden supports as she began to groan louder, letting a little saliva drip out onto her textbook as each rough thrust felt like a hammer-blow of pleasure to her completely unprepared body.

Before long, the constant assault on your senses from the way her body contracted and squeezed around your thrusts began to overwhelm you. You felt a familiar tingle begin to grow - though much stronger now that you were doing it for real - as you realised you were quickly coming close to orgasm. You warned her, grunting out a few words between thrusts, but she didn't hear you.

Moments before the sensation overwhelmed you, you pulled back, escaping into the open air. The chilly ambient temperature blew onto your shaft, proving just how close to release you were as the slight sensation turned out to be too much, and your mind blanked out with pleasure as your seed shot out onto the barely concious mare still draped over the desk in front of you.

The feeling of hot semen splattering against her coat awoke Scootaloo from her happy slumber, and her head shot up from the desk. "Huh, was that it?" she asked. You guessed so.

"Huh. That wasn't as good as I'd heard," she complained. "Uh, I aught to go clean up, see ya."

Scootaloo shakily rose from the desk and ran over to the door, poking her head out to make sure nobody was looking before running out of the door, presumably to one of the nearby bathrooms. That left you in the classroom, alone, still semi-hard and with a desk covered in two different kinds of completely unacceptable liquid. You had some cleaning to do too.

All too quickly, lunch was over and your classmates filed back into the room. Scootaloo was nowhere to be seen, but you could smell her everywhere. You'd done your best cleaning up the desk, but the musk of recent sex almost stung your eyes with how potent it was - you just hoped that wasn't the case for people not sitting right next to the desk it happened on.

That she hadn't returned yet worried you. Her saddlebag was still lying by the side of her desk, and she'd been gone for fifteen minutes now. You'd give her a while longer before you were really worried, but it was still concerning.

Thirty-five minutes later, you'd had enough. You raised your hoof and explained to Miss Cheerilee you were feeling sick and needed to go home, and began your search.

She wasn't hard to find. Hopefully nobody else noticed it, because they wouldn't be looking, but the slight trail of conspicuous white fluid lead straight to the nearest little filly's room. Checking around to make sure nobody was looking, you snuck inside.

Scootaloo looked up, her eyes widening in surprise for a moment as she saw you. "Oh, hey." she sniffed, trying to act as hard and cool as ever.

Which she clearly wasn't - was she okay? Stupid question, but one that hopefully she would answer.

"Yeah, I guess," she admitted. "I just can't get this stupid stuff out of my coat. Could you...?" she asked, pointing to a small pile of paper towels on the side of the sink next to her. She was having trouble reaching her back, and her coat was starting to mat. You wouldn't have that problem, so you grabbed the first towel, wetted it slightly, and started to rub, slowly cleaning her off.

After a few moments, she asked "Hey, do you like me?"

Of course you liked her, you'd just had sex with her.

"No I mean, really like me. Not just think I'm cute, but like... am I cool too?" she asked hopefully, craning her neck around to look at you.

Of course she was cool, had she seen herself? Coolest kid in class, even when she wasn't there. You weren't sure what worried you more - that what you'd just said came so easily, or that you weren't lying. You aught to hate everything about her, and yet you didn't.

"Thanks. You're pretty cool too, man." she smiled. You smiled back - that was a proper compliment coming from her. You'd never been 'pretty cool' before.

"So uh, I was serious before, my parents'd kinda like to meet you properly. They think you got off on the wrong hoof." Scootaloo said, before adding with a grin, "How about we show them they're right? Serves 'em right for trying to rule my life, I say."

You wondered what her parents had done to deserve this treatment, but dinner at her place sounded nice. Maybe a night that turned out to be more than meaningless sex was just what you wanted.

"Awesome, see you there around eight? I told 'em seven, but be late anyway." she instructed with a sly grin. Before long, she was wiped clean, and she told you to just stay put a few moments while she swung into class and grabbed her bag. Poor Miss Cheerilee.

You didn't walk her home - you would have, but your house was closer, and she refused to not walk you home. On the way, your conversation topic mostly revolved around the battle strategies of the ancient pegasi tribes - you had to admit, they were 'kinda awesome'.

That night, at about half past seven, you decided it was time to go.

"What, again? This is the second day in a row you've been out this late, what's gotten in to you?" your mother asked. You were just going out, what was the big deal? Why did she have to be on your back about it, you weren't a kid any more. Jeez, you don't need babysitting just to go outside.

You flew out of the door before she could respond. It's not like she could stop you anyway. Scootaloo had given you some basic directions and a description of her house, it shouldn't be too hard to find.

*

Forty minutes later, you tiredly touched down outside of what was hopefully Scootaloo's house. The last house that'd looked right hadn't been it, and nor had the house before, but this one had a nice feel about it. It felt right.

You knocked on the door, and waited - hopefully this one wouldn't be some poor old mare you'd have to explain yourself to. Thankfully, it wasn't, it was Scootaloo's mother.

"Oh, hello." she said flatly, not quite icy cold, but far from friendly.

She turned and shouted back into the house "Scootaloo! Your friend is here!" before walking away without a word.

"Hey, man! You're late!" Scootaloo greeted, waving her hoof and inviting you in. She closed the door behind you, whispering "Well done, they're having to remake dinner." as you passed. That'd serve them right for trying to control her, you guessed.

"Hey, let's go meet the folks." Scootaloo suggested, leading you through to the kitchen where both of them were in the middle of cooking something.

"Hey, meet my dad, Terry," Scootaloo introduced, "and my mom, Orangeflap."

They both waved and greeted you back, before returning to their cooking. Not the warmest welcome you'd ever received.

"So uh, mind if we go and study a while before dinner?" Scootaloo asked, shoving you out of the room. Studying sounded good. Scootaloo's room was up the stairs, third door on the left. Her door was adorned with stickers from some popular bands, and half a dozen "Do Not Disturb" signs. It locked from the inside. She locked it the moment both of you were inside.

"I have been studying, actually. Y'know over lunch? I think we can do better. Get on that bed, dinner won't be long." Scootaloo immediately commanded, grabbing your collar with a hoof and slinging you over to the bed. You spread your wings and glided over, landing comfortably upsidown on the soft sheets. Scootaloo began to walk towards you, grinning and pulling off her faux-leather jacket with her teeth, throwing it down on the floor as she went.

This time you didn't need any encouragement, and by the time she'd slowly walked over to the bed, you were already rock hard, your shaft pointing upwards into the air as she jumped up onto the bed and stood in front of you. Her parents were just downstairs!

"I know. Try not to make a noise, okay?" she whispered, kneeling down and running her tongue from the bottom of your shaft upwards, wrapping her warm tongue around it as she moved. When she reached the top, she gave the head a small kiss, but then continued on upwards, climbing on top of you.

"Hold tight." she warned, peering down below her to try and align your two bodies. When she was sure, she began to lower herself, and you felt her slick, tight slit part to allow your entrance. She continued, slowly but constantly pressing down. Her eyes slid closed and her face screwed up in concentration as she dropped, smoothly impaling herself on your 'spear'. That was kinda awesome.

Eventually she stopped, having reached as far down as her body could take her, and you felt the end of your penis press against something deep within her. She gasped as she started to pull up, her upper lips parting slightly to let the air out even has her lower lips tried their best to close, hugging your length tightly as she moved.

Halfway up, she began to push down again, faster this time. Now she knew her limits, she seemed to feel more comfortable just going for it, recklessly bouncing up and down as she seemed to strive to make you cum faster than ever before. Her wings began to flutter as she used them to enhance her thrusts, her skill at scooting easily translating into effortlessly switching directions over and over again.

Before long, her mane grew even less well kept as her constant bouncing unsettled it, letting it jerk freely over her face and neck with each thrust. Her eyes screwed up in pleasure as she put all her concentration into just keeping bouncing, having far more fun this time around. Before long, she started to groan quietly at the apex of each thrust, as the top of your shaft slammed deep inside of her body, filling her small body with as much cock as she could handle.

Yours couldn't handle her, unfortunately. You felt the tingle once more, slowly spreading from down below as she jumped up and down on top of you, but every time you tried to speak she forced herself back down again, driving all the air out of your lungs and rendering speech impossible.

You came, hard. Harder than ever before, shooting what seemed like gallons of hot, sticky liquid deep inside of her. She stopped thrusting, letting her mouth fall open and her tongue roll out as her eyes glazed over, enjoying the sensation too much to care about the implications.

After a moment, she shook her head to clear her thoughts and sighed. Pulling up, you felt her body scrape over you once more as your shaft began to shrink back into your body, now satisfied. Scootaloo seemed to have more fun that time, that was nice.

She backed off a little, and bent down. Grabbing your shrinking cock in her hoof, she dived forward, taking it into her mouth and ferociously licking it, cleaning the errant semen off of it and tempting it back into life. You groaned as your overly-sensitive shaft was assaulted by her eager tongue, and though you willed it to continue shrinking as the sensations were almost overwhelming, the stimulation betrayed you, and it slowly began to lengthen.

Scootaloo continued sucking and licking, shifting to squeezing it between her lips and sucking along your length as it grew to its full glory, as she silently told you she wasn't done yet.

"This time, how about you let me cum first?" she sarcastically asked, pulling herself back up and quickly realigning herself. Your previous load was slowly dripping out of her and rolling down her inner thigh as she lowered herself back onto you. She continued her previous reckless fucking, even more frantic this time as her lust began to get the better of her.

The bedsprings began to squeak as her thrusts brought both of you into a bouncing rhythm, the bed adding force to your own subconscious thrusts as your body was racked with incredible agony. Your sensitive shaft begged you to stop her, but the rest of your body begged you to continue. Every thrust felt like an eternity of pleasurable agony as every motion she made transferred itself through her red hot inner walls.

Scootaloo's forelegs found their way to your chest as she anchored herself, still helplessly thrusting with her hindlegs and hips, putting all of her energy into pushing ever harder. None of her energy went into stealth.

Her groans grew in volume as she continued, her mane flowing over her face as it began to grow slick with sweat and she let her head drop, facing down into you with her mouth slightly parted to let her gasps and groans escape, and because she couldn't gather the concentration together to close it.

Slowly, she began to lose control completely, chaotically pressing against your body as her moaning reached a crescendo, vibrating the air around you as her screams escaped into the night. Soon afterwards, her no longer virgin hole began to contract around you, squeezing and pulling as she came properly for the first time. Her hooves pulled at your chest as her wings fluttered erratically and forcefully, pushing in no particular direction, and her eyes screwed closed hard enough to bring spots to her eyes.

All at once, she stopped. She fell silent, her forehooves collapsed, her wings fell to her side, and she landed on top of you. You pushed her to the side, letting her well-lubricated slit slide off of you as she landed on the bed beside you. The bed was soaked, you wondered how she was going to explain having to clean that.

Slowly, your penis receded, and Scootaloo began to breathe more normally. As soon as she was able to stand, you saw her greedily eyeing your cock once more.

You crossed your legs.

"Man, lame. That was fun though, wasn't it?" she asked, playfully punching you on the shoulder as you denied her. Yeah, that'd been fun.

"Heh, you think they heard?" she asked after a few moments of silence. Yeah, you imagined they did. Probably everybody heard.

"Oh, man, this is gonna be so awkward." she gleefully remarked, grinning and rolling over, dashing over to her mirror and taking a look at herself. "Man, I'm a mess. You aren't so clean either, by the way."

Did she have a bathroom you could use?

"Sure, but it's past the kitchen. Man, just grab a brush, they probably won't notice." she hopefully suggested. You weren't so sure, but brushing your coat and mane was all you could do.

She looked a little better with her mane straightened out, but there was no mistaking the thin trail of cum matting the hair on her leg if you were looking for it. You just hoped they weren't.

"Honey?" a voice called up from below a few minutes later, "Dinner's ready! Bring your friend!"

You looked at each other, grinned, and went downstairs. This should be fun, if nothing else.

Scootaloo quickly scurried over to her chair, hoping nobody would look at her lower half as she went. You walked more casually, just trying not to bring attention to yourself.

"So," Terry began, "You're our daughter's newest conquest, huh? How's she handling?"

"Dad!" Scootaloo shouted, her cheeks flushing bright red. "You are so embarrassing!"

Orangeflap laughed. "Really, though, tell us about yourself."

"Yeah, if you're not good enough for my little girl there are plenty of ditches around here." Terry added, laughing a few awkward moments later. Not laughing enough.

The dinner went surprisingly well. Both of Scootaloo's parents at least faked interest in cloud-smithing, and neither of them brought up the fact that you'd quite obviously been screwing their daughter mere moments before. That didn't help remove the fear you'd end up dead in a ditch come morning. You dreaded to think what your parents would think if Scoots was that loud under their roof.

Thankfully, neither of her parents brought it up, and you remained fairly confident the meal wasn't poisoned. At very least, you didn't feel poisoned. You liked not feeling poisoned.

"Are you absolutely sure you can't say?" Orangeflap asked as she showed you to the door after the meal was over, and you mentioned you really should be getting back home.

You were sure, you'd love to, but you couldn't. You were very thankful for their hospitality, though.

Immediately before you took off, Terry added in a completely steady voice "By the way, boy. The only reason those wings of yours'll still fly straight is because I respect my daughter's choices, but you do that under my roof again and you won't see a cloud up close ever again, you got that?"

You bolted. Of course they'd known, how could they not? She practically yelled the walls down, how could they possibly have not known? Hay, they would have smelled it anyway, she stank of it by the end. So did you, even. You made a mental note to stop by the lake before you went home, you needed to clean up before your parents knew too.