One year after First Ingress

“Nick! Nick!”

Nick doubled over, yelling in pain as Scootaloo ran the wheels of her scooter directly over the end of his shoe, crushing his toe. He rolled onto his side, clutching at his foot, teeth bared and eyes clenched closed.

Upon opening his eyes again, he found a concerned-looking filly, upside-down, staring down at him with wide eyes.

“S-sorry!” Scootaloo squeaked, ears pinning back. “D-did I hurt you?”

“No,” Nick said, sounding strained. “I always roll around on the ground.”

Scootaloo took a step backwards, rubbing her one of her legs with the opposite forehoof, nervous. “Oh… w-well sorry I bothered you and everything.”

Nick rolled over onto his knees, brushing dust off his shirt before gingerly rising to his feet, favoring his uncrushed foot. “No, wait, what did you want?”

Scootaloo looked up at him for a long moment, ears splaying back against her skull. “Oh… uh… it was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Without another word, the filly started to climb into her scooter again, readjusting her helmet.

Scootaloo pushed off with a hindhoof, giving an ‘oof!’ of surprise at the effort it took, finding herself unable to move the scooter forwards. She looked back over her shoulder, finding Nick watching her, arms crossed, a foot resting on the rear brakes of her scooter.

“Now, what did you want to see me for?” Nick asked bluntly, raising an eyebrow.

The filly winced slightly, lowering her head. “I… I just was… my family is going away for the weekend,” she began, little wings giving an anxious buzz.

Nick knew about her ‘family’, of course. Her adopted family, a pair of ponies that lived right in Ponyville. There were several other ponies they had adopted beside Scootaloo, which was probably why the filly was always around town rather than at home.

“They’re going to Canterlot for some lame convention where they ogle all the stupid human stuff that’s come through the portal. But they said that if I could find somewhere to stay for the weekend, I don’t have to go!”

“So… you want to stay at my place?” Nick asked, lifting his foot, releasing the brake on the scooter.

Scootaloo nodded earnestly. “Yes! You’re fun, not like my parents… I don’t want to sit and stare at human stuff all day. I could be hanging out with a real human!”

“So… just the weekend?” Nick asked thoughtfully, thinking ahead to his schedule. There wasn’t anything big on the horizon at all.

“Just the weekend,” Scootaloo said, touching a hoof to her chest, giving her most sincere expression. “And I’m at your place all the time anyway!”

Nick nodded reluctantly. “That you are… well… I guess you could stay for the weekend, so long as you promise me you’re not going to drag those other two to my place as well. My wall still hasn’t recovered.”

Scootaloo winced at that, giving a gentle nod. “Okay! I’ll see you there!”

And without another word, Scootaloo was off, little wings flapping rapidly as she propelled herself down the street.

Nick watched her go, shaking his head, giving an apprehensive sigh.

Nick pushed the burning end of a stick in underneath a carefully steepled pile of tinder in his fireplace. Nick’s house was at the far end of Ponyville, and was one of the very first human abodes ever built. For the most part, the doors were taller and the hallways were a little thinner, but otherwise, it looked exactly the same as all of the other houses in the town.

A knock at the door made him look up, and he laid the stick down to let it start catching the other’s alight. He rose to his feet, and moved to the door, opening it and looking down and down and down to Scootaloo. The little filly was almost entirely consumed with a large blanket over her shoulders and a shiny red helmet on her head. A tuft of purple mane was just barely visible from underneath the edge of the helmet.

“You came ready, I see,” Nick said, taking a step back, opening the door further for the little filly.

Scootaloo nodded and murmured something completely incoherent from under all the layers of her blankets, pushing into the room and then dumping her blankets on the couch.

“I’m not going to make you sleep on the couch,” Nick said with a shake of his head. “You are a guest, you should sleep in the bed. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Scootaloo pulled her helmet off, shaking her head to straighten out her mane. “Nope!” she said immediately, shaking her head. “I’ll sleep on the couch. The fireplace is right there, anyway!”

Nick wrinkled his nose, before giving a soft sigh. “Fine, fine. But if I find you’ve spread soot across the lounge room again, I’m making you clean it up.”

Scootaloo nodded, placing a hoof against her chest, smiling innocently. “I won’t play in the soot, I promise!”

“Well… you had best not,” Nick said uncertainly, watching her intently for several long moments, before making a motion towards the kitchen. “I was just going to have hot dogs for dinner. That good enough for you?”

“Hot dogs?” Scootaloo asked, slowly leaning backwards, nose wrinkling. “Aren’t they made of cows?”

“Vegetarian hotdogs!” Nick said with a sour expression. No meat was allowed through the portal just yet. There were still thousands of tests they needed to conduct to see if cross-contamination of the two different dimensions would be a problem. A though that would have Nick’s mind explode not three years previously.

“Oh… well… hotdogs are cool, then,” Scootaloo said, before she burst out giggling.

Nick raised an eyebrow slowly.

Scootaloo wiped her eye, little wings giving an earnest buzz. “I was just thinking about smothering Winona in hot sauce. She’d be a hot dog!”

Nick resisted groaning, giving a strained smile. “Yeah… she would be.”

Scootaloo snorted once, poking her tongue at him. “You’re such a boring adult.”

“I know,” Nick said with a shrug of his shoulders. “But your jokes are terrible.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes, stalking over to the couch and then pushing up under the blankets. “I’m hungry,” she stated, poking her nose out from underneath the blankets.

Nick nodded slightly, motioning towards the kitchen. “You’re going to make me bring it to you, aren’t you?”

Scootaloo nodded once, smiling sweetly. “Yes.”

Nick sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine. Mustard or hot sauce?”

“Hot sauce!” Scootaloo chimed.

“Okedoke,” Nick said with a slightly resigned sigh, walking into the kitchen to put the hotdogs on the stove.

Nick plopped down on the couch next to Scootaloo, who was wrapped up in a blanket and reading a book. It was a nivel he had brought with him from Earth, and one that Scootaloo had begged him multiple times to find the sequels to. It had to be her third run through that particular book.

Nick waved a plate of hotdogs under the filly’s nose. “Dinner’s ready.”

Scootaloo blinked, looking up and staring sildly about for a few moments as she tried to remember where she was. “Wha? Oh right, thanks!” she chirped, taking the plate from him and immediately sticking the end of one of the hotdogs in her mouth.

It took a good three seconds for Scootaloo to realise that it was still hot, and she spat it out onto her hoof, bouncing it from one to the other with a quiver of her wings. “You could have warned me they were hot!”

“Anyone would think I just finished cooking them,” Nick said carefully, smiling at the filly sideways as he nibbled at the end of one of his own hotdogs.

Scootaloo snorted faintly at that, reaching for the hot sauce.

“That’s really expensive,” Nick warned.

“It’s just hot sauce,” Scootaloo said, blinking once.

“It came through the portal with me,” Nick said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Cost a pretty penny for all the tests and stuff they wanted to do to it. Celestia even had a taste before she would allow it to come through.”

“How did that go?” Scootaloo asked curiously, peering intently at the bottle.

“She tried to get me done in for importing weaponized food until I ate a celery stick covered in it,” Nick said with a wry grin. “It was pretty funny watching someone so… composed try to deal with the insanity of hot sauce.”

“It’s not… that hot, is it?” Scootaloo asked carefully.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Well, I brought a cup of milk for when you inevitably can’t handle the heat and need it.”

Scootaloo’s eyes narrowed at that, and a low growl bubbled from her throat. Without hesitation, she upended the bottle over her plate, squirting a generous amount of thick orange liquid over the length of a hotdog, before immediately taking a bite of it.

Nick watched her for a long moment, before wordlessly lifting the small bottle of milk and holding it out for her.

The little filly swallowed thickly, opening her mouth slightly and panting, her cheeks flushing with warmth. “N-no, I’m fine,” she rasped, pushing away the offer of milk.

Eyebrow raising slowly, Nick just continued to hold the bottle out, taking a bite of his own hotdog as Scootaloo’s eyes began to water.

Taking a deep inhale, Scootaloo started to squirm, whimping faintly in the back of her throat.

Nick jiggled the bottle of milk.

Scootaloo paused for several seconds, before snatching the bottle from him and tearing the lid off, stuffing the mouth of the bottle against her lips and immediately drinking almost half of it in several urgent gulps.

Nick watched her, chuckling softly. “I warned you.”

Scootaloo came up for air, gasping and panting, splaying herself across the couch with a faint whimper. “It buuuurns…”

“I warned you,” Nick repeated with a slight shrug and a smirk, swapping plates with her, and biting into the hotdog, not even bothered by the hot sauce all over it.

Scootaloo watched him, wiping the tears out of her eyes, panting hard. “H-how can you eat that?”

“Because I’ve had it before,” Nick said honestly. “It’s not like there’s a trick to it. I’ve just normalised myself to spicy things.”

“It tastes like fire!” Scootaloo complained, taking another gulp of milk.

“Oh quit being a filly,” Nick said with faint smirk. “I warned you enough times that it would be bad.”

Scootaloo huffed, picking up one of her new hotdogs and stuffing it in her mouth. “Mustard!” she chimed, holding out her hoof.

Nick jerked awake, staring up at his ceiling for several long moments. The light of the moon lay striped across the room, casting a dim glow that was barely enough to see by.

The soft sound came again, like a pained groan, and Nick rolled out of bed, frowning deeply. He walked over to the door, stepping out into the hallway. The fire was roaring high in the fireplace, with a pair of logs burning merrily. Scootaloo had obviously put extra logs on the fire recently.

Nick yawned faintly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he stepped into the lounge room.

Scootaloo had transferred herself to the floor in front of the fire, and was completely oblivious to Nick’s presence.

The little filly was bent low, chest on the floor and rump lifted high, purple tail quivering. One of her hooves was pushed between her thighs, visibly, eagerly rubbing at her little underage cunt.

Nick stared, eyes wide, mouth slowly opening, feeling his heart beating in his throat and somewhere else much further down his anatomy that was becoming more and more insistent the more he stared.

Another soft, needy whimper escaped Scootaloo’s muzzle, and she quivered, locking up in a tiny orgasm, her hoof grinding against herself in earnest as she bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing darkly.

Nick watched, dumbfounded, as Scootaloo started rubbing at herself all the more intently. She gave another soft, wanton groan, starting to pant helplessly as she masturbated intently.

Awkwardly, Nick just watched, unsure if he should interrupt, quietly sneak away, or continue just staring. And there was a little part of him, that was slowly growing larger, that was quite enjoying the show.

Scootaloo gave a frustrated sigh, rolling over onto her back, stuffing both hooves between her thighs to grind eagerly against her little cunny, giving Nick the first unobstructed view of her perfect little cunt.

Nick could only stare, swallowing with a suddenly dry throat, drinking in the curves of her little body. The soft thighs covered in smooth tan fur, leading right down the mound of her underage cunny. It too, was covered in the soft tan fur, right to the soft outer lips of her pussy, with the merest sliver of bright pink visible between the perfect, pliable outer lips.

But rolling over onto her rump meant she was now facing Nick, and as her eyes opened, she caught sight of him immediately.

The filly squeaked in surprise, cheeks flushing violently as she realised she had been caught. In a blur of motion, she was up and on the couch, planting her rump and crossing her hindlegs, hooves over her ‘lap’ to cover herself, watching him with wide eyes. “U-uh h-hi.”

“Heard you moaning,” Nick said lamely, making a vague motion towards his bedroom. “Thought you might have needed help.”

“H-help?” Scootaloo squeaked, eyes widening, visibly swallowing. Her cheeks flushed even darker, and she gave a nervous smile, slowly spreading her hindlegs again, revealing that soft filly pussy to him once more.

Nick stared, feeling like his eyes might just roll right out of his head at this rate, his throat going dry once more. “N-n… I-I…” he squeaked, trying to find his voice. He paused, swallowing thickly, clearing his throat. “I-I meant I thought you might be hurt!”

“Y-you’re not going to help?” Scootaloo asked, looking crestfallen, her gaze lowering. She closed her legs, pouting sadly, fidgeting with the end of her tail.

“I… I don’t even know where you’d get that idea!” Nick said, aghast. “You’re so young!”

“I’ve been so… h-horny for weeks,” Scootaloo admitted, looking away, blushing deeply. “E-ever since I drank that stupid potion Applebloom made.”

Nick just stared, unsure of what to say. “How do you… even know about all of this?!”

“I-I crept into the manor on the hill… where all the stallions go on the weekend,” Scootaloo murmured quietly.

Nick sucked in a breath. The manor on the hill was a whorehouse.

“B-but none of the stallions wanted to help me!” Scootaloo whimpered, ears pinning back heavily. “A-and my hooves don’t help at all.”

“I think you need to see a doctor,” Nick said, shaking his head slowly.

“I-I need to get fucked!” Scootaloo blurted. As they’d been talking, one of her hooves had slipped between her thighs, and was unconsciously rubbing against her tight little pussy.

Nick just stared, leaning back against the wall heavily, shaking his head. “I cannot believe I’m having this conversation. Is that why you stayed here? So you could be alone?”

Scootaloo nodded shakily, flushing again. “Yes. I can’t do it when everypony is around and it’s driving me nuts!”

“So why aren’t you seeing a doctor?” Nick asked blankly.

“I did see a doctor! He was convinced it was just puberty! And even Zecora doesn’t know a cure for this. She said to just: ‘I’m sorry but this ailment I cannot halt, the cure you seek is found within a colt’,” Scootaloo huffed darkly, glowering at the wall. “And none of the colts my age are even interested!”

Nick gave an awkward motion with his hands. “Well… that… uh, that sucks.”

Scootaloo whimpered faintly, biting her bottom lip. “Just want it to go away… So sick of being h-horny…”

Nick shook his head, swallowing thickly, rubbing at the back of his neck with his fingertips, nervous. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll fuck me!” Scootaloo whimpered, grinding against her hoof in earnest, squeezing around it intently with her little thighs.

“I-I can’t…” Nick said, stammering slightly, trying to shape an argument. He picked his way over to the couch, settling down on it at the opposite end to the needy little filly. “What makes you so sure that would even help?”

Scootaloo gave a low whine, her little wings buzzing uselessly. “Zecora said so… what Applebloom made is a-a… a breeding potion. Zecora said they used it ages ago for a fernitily drug. To make sure that ponies had foals. It’s supposed to just wear off, but it hasn’t!” the filly whimpered softly, grinding her hoof against her little cunny all the more intently. “Zecora said I could make it go away by clopping really hard but that isn’t working either! Applebloom made the potion wrong!”

“Ask for a second opinion,” Nick suggested with a slow shake of his head.

In a flash, Scootaloo was in his lap, hindlegs straddling his hips and soft little cunny grinding against his stiffened cock through his pants. “Or you could just make me cum…” she whimpered needily, biting her bottom lip. “H-help me, Nick… F-fuck me…”

“Jesus H. Tittyfucking Christ,” Nick whispered, his hands automatically finding her little blank flanks and squeezing them on reflex, clenching his teeth as the soft little underage cunt ground right up against his stiff cock with unerring accuracy.

“Please,” Scootaloo whimpered, grinding her soft cunt down over him intently. Already, the moisture from her needy cunt was becoming noticable through the fabric of his pants.

Nick stared up at her, mouth going dry. He swallowed with difficulty, lifting his hands to touch at her little wings for a moment. “T-turn around, Scootaloo.”

“Y-you’re not going to help?” Scootaloo whimpered, biting her bottom lip, looking like she was going to cry. But she obeyed willingly, turning around atop him, until she was standing beside him, facing away from him, toward the fireplace.

Nick stared, remembering to close his mouth as he gazed at the soft little underage cunt mere inches from him. She was still drooling her own natural liquids, slowly trailing down her inner thigh. Swallowing thickly, he lifted his hands to rest on her rump, tugging her back over to straddle him.

Scootaloo squeaked slightly, allowing herself to be manipulated, straddling over the human and peering over her shoulder at him, cheeks flushed faintly. One of her hooves slid down her form, rubbing eagerly at her underage cunt, right in front of him. “S-so hot… Need…” she mumbled incoherently.

Shuddering slightly, Nick pushed her hoof away, leaving the underage little cunt exposed in front of him, a single dribble of her moisture spilling down onto his shirt.

The filly whimpered faintly, her hips rolling, thighs tensing slightly as she gave an agitated little bounce, wings buzzing fitfully.

“Settle down,” Nick breathed, brows furrowing, resting a palm on her rump. “You’re not… going to tell anyone I did this, right?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

“No!” Scootaloo almost begged, whining helplessly. “I-I promise!”

Nick took a deep breath, swallowing thickly, before he slipped his fingers down, letting his fingertips rub slowly against the tight little filly cunt. The plump outer lips spread at his touch, pliable and soft, the pink inner flesh being revealed with the slight pressure of his rubbing. It was soft and almost squishy, but there was a firmness there, hinting at just how tight the little filly was.

Scootaloo bit her bottom lip, hips slowly rolling, her hindlegs spreading just a tad more as she lifted her rump higher, eagerly exposing herself to him. Her little wings quivered eagerly, and she leaned back towards his stimulation willingly.

Swallowing anxiously, Nick trailed his fingers down over the tight little filly pussy, taking a deep breath before beginning to sink the tip of his index finger into her. His mouth opened in an awed expression as she felt the soft lips of her eager underage cunt swallowing his fingertip, squeezing and clenching around it in earnest.

The little filly whimpered helplessly, her legs quivering as the digit sank into her body, spreading her slowly around it. In, and in, and in it went, further and further. The first joint disappeared, and then the second, and finally, his finger was buried in soft foal pussy right to the base.

Nick stared, realising exactly what he was doing. His finger was buried in her, right the very base. He could only assume that she’d lost her physical virginity in some kind of accident. Either way, there was no resistance to his intrusion, just soft, eager, warm, slick foal flesh.. His eager cock ached and throbbed urgently in his pants, demanding attention, even as he felt the soft inner walls of Scootaloo’s perfect little cunt suckling wantonly around his finger.

“T-that feels n-nice…” Scootaloo groaned, slowly rocking back against the intrusion. “M-more… please…”

Nodding dumbly, Nick started to push the digit in and out of the tight little cunny, working it back and forth with firm motions. Each time his digit bottomed out inside her, the little filly would arch and quiver, wings fluttering and buzzing in earnest.

“Y-yes… faster!” Scootaloo whimpered, pushing back against his hand needily, biting her bottom lip, eyes clenching closed.

Nick stared, squeezing his thighs together and arching slightly, trying his best to ignore the insistent throbbing of his stiffened cock trying to break its way through his pants. Very carefully, he pressed the tip of his middle finger up against the soft little filly pussy, beginning to ease it inside, seeing if she’d stretch enough to accommodate it.

Without a hint of hesitation, Scootaloo pushed back against him, consuming the second digit, her underage cunt squeezing around it with intense tightness, a trickle of her liquid drooling down over her clit.

Nick bit his tongue, starting to work both digits in and out of her tight little body, watching the way she squeezed and suckled around him, even as he slipped his thumb down to rub at her little clit slowly.

Scootaloo immediately yelped, wings flapping pitifully and forehooves squeezing his thighs, her muzzle burying against his pants as she whimpered and quivered, melting under his stimulation. “Y-yes! M-more!”

Nick did as asked eagerly, his free hand lifting to grasp her rump and spread her open slightly, easing the pressure around his digits and allowing him to start working the two fingers in and out of her more rapidly. His thumb rubbed against her little clit in earnest, pressure down on it with a firm pressure that he had learned fooling around with his girlfriend.

The filly arched and quivered under his attentions, her hooves squeezing his thighs intently, teeth baring as she tensed heavily. Her wings fluttered hard, and she seemed to become weightless for a moment, before she suddenly wailed out loud. The high-pitched scream of delight echoed from the little pegasus’ throat, while the soft flesh of her cunt squeezing and clenched in earnest around the human’s fingers. Hot gushes of her liquids spilled from her body, drooling from around his embedded fingers and making an absolute mess of his chin and upper chest.

Nick stared, wide-eyed, licking his lips on reflex, tasting the filly’s juices on his lips, feeling warmth growing in his cheeks.

“Oh w-wow…” Scootaloo mumbled, almost incoherent, resting her chin on his thighs, rolling her head slowly back and forth. “That was amazing!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Nick said with a slightly nervous laugh, cringing slightly at the intensely powerful suckling her tight little cunny gave his fingers as he pulled them free. He couldn’t help but stare at the exposed underage cunt, drooling her liquids, so recently vacated by his digits, just begging for more attention.

He shook his head to clear it, rubbing his clean hand against his forehead. “So… uh… did it help?”

Scootaloo collapsed into his lap, resting her cheek on his thigh, her tail slowly flicking back and forth, not even trying to cover herself up. “I… I think so!” she murmured, sounding surprised. “I-it always came back… but now it’s just… it’s gone!”

“I’m glad,” Nick said with an earnest nod, picking up the little filly and placing her gently on the couch beside him. He sat up, touching his chest, where her liquids were splattered across his shirt, making a face.

“I… uh… I need to go get cleaned up,” Nick said with a slightly nervous laugh.

Scootaloo nodded dumbly, stretching out on her stomach lazily.

Nick made a face. “You’re uh… messing up my couch.”

Scootaloo mumble something incoherent.

“C’mon,” Nick said, prodding her side. “We need to get cleaned up.”

Scootaloo whined faintly, but rose to her hooves, sighing and dropping down off the couch. She immediately collapsed, faceplanting clumsily before pushing herself back to her hooves, swaying unsteadily. “My legs are so shaky!” she complained.

Nick smiled, torn between dismayed at what he had, amusement at her antics, and utter, mind-numbing levels of horny.

“C’mon,” Nick said, motioning towards the bathroom, leading the way towards it. “We’ll get cleaned up, and then you can go back to sleep.”

Scootaloo nodded tiredly, walking after him, moving a little bit unsteadily. “Who taught you to do that with your fingers? If I had fingers I could have had that gone sooo long ago!”

“Oh… just something humans do,” Nick admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with a palm. He flicked the taps on in the bath, waiting for the water to warm up a bit before putting the plug in. He sat down on the edge of the tug, crossing his legs to try and keep the veritable circus tent there from showing.

Scootaloo noticed however, her eyes widening slightly and a warm blush crossing over her features. “T-thank you though, Nick.”

“It was no problem, really. Just uh… don’t tell anyone I did it,” Nick warned.

“I already promised I wouldn’t!” Scootaloo said with a faint pout. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, her wings quivering slightly. She tested the water with a hoof, and then peered up at him, and then back at the water, blushing furiously.

“N-Nick?” she asked uncertainly.

Nick raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Scootaloo made a vague motion towards his pants. “Y-you’re really h-horny, aren’t you?”

Nick stiffened slightly, before cautiously nodding. “Yeah. Yeah I am,” he admitted with a wry smile.

Scootaloo took a deep breath, looking away, before mumbling. “C-can I see it?”

Author's Note

Dat cliffhanger <3

The finale to come 'soon'. And yes. There will be actual sex!