Ingress: Potion Problems

Nick stiffened slightly, eyes widening, his heart returning to his throat, beating violently there. “W-what?”

“Can I see it?” Scootaloo asked, a little bit louder this time, more confident.

Nick bit his bottom lip, cringing slightly. “I… I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. Is the potion still… affected you?”

Scootaloo shook her head firmly. “No… well, it doesn’t feel like it is any more. But… I wanna see it…”

“But you just said the potion isn’t affecting you,” Nick protested weakly.

Scootaloo snorted faintly. “I know what I said! I wanna see it!” she bounced in place slightly. “You’re all… h-horny… I want to help.”

“Why do you want to help?” Nick stalled, his mouth dry.

“W-well… because…” Scootaloo trailed off, fidgeting slightly. “You’re nice to me. And it felt really, really, really good when you did the thing to me with your fingers and I want to try it again…”

“Well that’s… this isn’t exactly something you should rush into, especially not when you’re so… young…” Nick said nervously, fidgeting himself, worrying at a frayed hem on his pants. “Maybe… wait a little while and see if you still want to?”

Scootaloo frowned deeply at that, scuffing a hoof against the floor. “Okay… I guess…” she said, leaping up onto the edge of the tub and then stepping into it. The hot water came up to her chest, and she sighed happily. “All sticky…” she murmured, pushing a hoof back between her thighs to scrub over herself, rubbing up over the tight little underage cunny.

Nick stared, swallowing thickly, unable to wrench his gaze away. There was nothing overly erotic about what the little filly was doing, but she wasn’t hiding anything from him, either. The soft, tan lips of her little pussy were quite visible, with the sliver of pink between them evident every time she pushed against herself, scrubbing awkwardly over the tight little cunt.

“L-let me,” Nick squeaked, before clearing his throat to try and regain his voice.

Scootaloo looked up at him, shuffling closer, pushing her hips towards him with a faint smile.

Nick picked up a handful of water, pushing it between the little filly’s thighs, rubbing back and forth slowly. He bit his tongue, brow furrowing at the sensation of her soft little flesh against his palm. He tried so hard to be professional about it, but there was just no denying how fucking arousing the feeling of that developing little cunt against his palm was.

Beginning to pant faintly, Nick changed the intent of his rubbing, from simply palming over the little cunny, to rubbing two fingers over the soft outer lips, delighting in the sensation of the soft, pliable flesh against his digits.

Scootaloo groaned faintly, pushing back against his hand, her wings quivering, before she looked over her shoulder at him, eyes narrowing and a sudden grin spreading across her lips. She bounded away clumsily, pausing, lifting her rump, one hoof on the edge of the tub for balance, rump swaying back and forth in a way that was both innocent and lewd at the same time.

“I-I’ll let you keep rubbing if you show me…” Scootaloo murmured, obviously trying to sound commanding, but just coming off as eager and needy.

Nick clenched his teeth, grinding his heel into the floor. “Fuck! Okay!” he hissed, standing up and tossing aside his shirt. He had a modest body, with more of an ‘ab’ than ‘abs’. After his shirt was gone, he pushed his pants down, stepping out of them and then standing there uncertainly. His eager, stiff cock throbbed angrily, bouncing up against his stomach as it was freed.

Scootaloo stared, eyes widening, mouth slowly parting into an awed ‘O’.

“There, you saw,” Nick said, dropping into the bath with the filly, quickly submerging himself to get out of the cold air. “Now c’mere.”

Scootaloo nodded, staring at his bobbing cock under the water, even though refraction was distorting her view of it. She stepped backwards until she was in arm’s reach again.

Nick reached out and grasped her, pulling her back into his lap, carefully arranging the filly so that she wasn’t stepping on anything delicate. He pushed a palm back up between her thighs, clenching his jaw and just barely stopping himself from giving an eager groan as he felt the warm, soft filly flesh against his own again.

Scootaloo panted heavily, tongue dipping out of her muzzle, almost touching the surface of the water. “Y-you like m-my p-p-pussy?” Scootaloo murmured, stumbling over the foreign words.

Nick stiffened slightly, his mouth going dry once more, giving a slow nod. “Y-yes… fuck yes. How do you even know that word?”

“They used it at the manor… one of the mares was saying it a lot,” Scootaloo admitted, flushing deeply. “Telling the stallion to fuck her pussy harder… and saying that she liked his c-cock…”

Nick bit his tongue, slowly trailing a thumb over the length of the underage slit, cringing helplessly. None of this was helping his erection go down at all.

“I-is that your… c-cock?” Scootaloo asked, cheeks flushed faintly, peering over her shoulder, looking pointedly down into the water.

Nick nodded slowly, giving another firm rub against the tight little cunny, watching the filly squirm and moan faintly at the sensations.

“I-I want to touch it,” Scootaloo murmured, looking away, her little wings quivering anxiously. “I want to… want to have fuck with you.”

Nick swallowed thickly past the growing lump in his throat, feeling whatever resolve he might have had just crumbling away. “Oh fuck… Yes… Okay. Yes.”

“You wanna do it too?!” Scootaloo squeaked, bouncing eagerly in place, before grinding back against his palm all the more intently, soft little cunny noticeably warming with anticipation of her first ‘fuck’.

“Yes…” Nick admitted, ashamed, squeezing her rump with a palm while slowly grinding against the plump little underage pussy.

“C-can I taste it first?” Scootaloo asked suddenly.

Nick almost fell over at the request, swallowing thickly. “W-what?”

“The mare I watched… she put it in her mouth first,” Scootaloo said, miming the motion. “She was moaning a lot and the stallion looked like he enjoyed it…”

Nick just stared, feeling lightheaded. “This has to be a dream…”

“It’s not a dream,” Scootaloo said, turning around slightly, pushing a hoof between his legs.

Nick sucked in a breath as he felt her hoof contact his cock. She clumsily pushed it against his belly, moving sluggishly up and down the length of it, slowed by the water. “I-I know you like it when I act like I’m h-horny.”

“Oh fuck yes…” Nick whimpered, watching her. With a soft huff, he pulled himself up out of the tub, sitting on the edge of it awkwardly, spreading his thighs.

Scootaloo kept with him, coming to sit between his knees, little head perfectly level with the (comparatively-sized) monster of a cock. She stared at it, eyes wide, lifting a hoof to lightly stroke down it, awed by the size of it. “It’s so… hard…”

“Yes…” Nick admitted, looking away, biting his bottom lip. “C-can you… rub on it a bit? Put your hoof around it and rub up and down.”

Scootaloo nodded eagerly, immediately grasping the tip and beginning to move her hoof up and down.

Nick winced and flailed slightly, grasping her hoof to stop it. “N-no! Not like that!” he hissed.

Scootaloo jerked back, ears splaying against her skull. “A-am I doing it wrong?”

“No… yes…” Nick said with a cringe. “Just… don’t touch the tip. It’s too sensitive for your rough hoof,” he explained, feeling his cheeks warming as he realised what he was the underage little filly.

“Oh… so… in the middle is better?” Scootaloo asked, grasping around the middle of his cock gingerly, and beginning to slowly move her hoof up and down.

“Yesss…” Nick groaned, leaning back slightly, teeth baring as the little filly’s hoof worked up and down his stiff length.

“My hoof is too rough… b-but would my tongue work better?” Scootaloo queried carefully, staring up at him.

“Yes!” Nick exclaimed.

Scootaloo jerked backwards slightly in surprise.

“I mean… yes. Yes. Your tongue would be awesome,” Nick said, slightly ashamed.

Scootaloo nodded quietly at that, stroking her hoof up and down a few more times, before gathering the courage to lean forwards and rest her nose against the tip of the thick cock. Her nostrils flared, inhaling his scent. And then, without warning, her soft tongue glanced over his tip in a rapid, testing lick.

Nick groaned softly, his cock jerking with the stimulation, tense and quivering already with the constant onslaught of arousal over the past hour or so.

The little filly smiled up at him, giving him another rapid lick, hoof stroking a little bit faster. “Does it feel good?”

“You have no idea…” Nick groaned, his hips slowly rolling, just faintly grinding the tip of his throbbing cock against her lips. “Just… p-pretend it’s a lollipop…”

Scootaloo stared up at him for a long moment, before nodding earnestly.

In an instant, her soft lips closed around his cock and her even softer tongue was suddenly washing up against his tip in rapid little swivels and swirls, flicking back and forth across the throbbing flesh.

Nick cried out in delight, a hand grasping the little filly’s mane, trying his best to swallow down the urge to hump into the underage mouth pleasuring him so well. “Oh f-fucking J-Jesus…” he whimpered, squeezing her ear reflexively. “Y-you’re a natural, Scoots.”

Scootaloo smiled around her mouthful, staring up at him with an adorable look that was completely ruined by the fact that his cock was stuffing her little mouth, forcing her jaws open.

“T-try bobbing on it…” Nick whispered, eyes widening slightly in anticipation. His cock throbbed wantonly, and spat a line of precum across her tongue.

Scootaloo winced backwards entirely, making a face at the strong taste of precum, visibly working her tongue back and forth against the roof of her little muzzle, mulling it over. Evidently, she didn’t dislike the taste, as she returned to lapping gently at his tip, peering up at him naively. “Bobbing on it? Quickly or slowly?”

“It feels better the faster you go,” Nick said with a jerky nod.

The little filly paused at that, licking her lips nervously for a moment, before consuming his cock. One moment, she was just resting there with the tip against her lips, and then, in a flash, she had buried her little muzzle down the length of his cock as far as it would go, bumping up against the back of her throat. She gagged for a moment, eyes watering, before she backed off, visibly resisting the urge to cough. Swallowing thickly, causing a delightful tugging at the tip of his cock, she steeled herself. With a shudder, wings buzzing eagerly, the little filly started to bob fiercely on him.

Nick arched, hands grasping the side of her head as she bobbed up and down on his cock so intently, utterly intent on working her little mouth up and down on his eager flesh as fast as she could to make him feel as good as possible.

“H-holy f-fuck!” Nick cried, spasming helplessly under the treatment, fingers grasping at the silky mane of the underage filly currently eagerly fellating him.

An incoherent, muffled response came from the intent little filly, even as she bobbed and worked over him faster and faster, pressing down his length so far he was stunned it wasn’t buried in her throat.

“Oh f-fuck… S-scoots… s-stop!” Nick whimpered, dragging the filly off his throbbing cock with some difficulty, leaving it throbbing in the air in front of her nose, mere moments away from painting the back of her throat with his spunk. “G-god. I was going to finish right in your mouth!” he panted incredulously.

“Finish?” Scootaloo asked breathlessly, little wings flapping happily. “You mean… Like you made me do?”

“Yeah, like that,” Nick admitted with a nod, trying to calm his racing heart and catch his wind.

“That felt really good!” Scootaloo said with a happy smile, immediately descending on him again, gently dragging a warm lick against his tip.

Nick almost lost it right there.

“I’ll make you finish!” Scootaloo said graciously, grasping the base of his quivering cock with her hooves, shoving her muzzle back over him and bobbing and suckling intently without warning.

“N-no, Sc-sc… Y-you d-don’t kn-know!” Nick tried to warn, losing his ability to speak rather rapidly as the little filly bobbed on him so intently.

“Nghfuck!” Nick snarled, his entire form tensing up and hips grinding towards the soft foal mouth as sudden hot bursts of urgent, pent-up human spunk pumped rapidly into the unaware filly’s muzzle.

Scootaloo’s eyes widened at the veritable barrage of eager spurts splattering across the back of her throat, painting her muzzle white with human cum in an instant. She tugged backwards, eyes wide, muzzle parted, drooling his spunk from her lips with a surprised expression, before she swallowed on reflex, her little wings quivering and buzzing.

“I-I tried to f-fucking war—Urf!” Nick was cut off from his admonishment as the eager little filly affixed herself to his tip again, nursing at his throbbing cock like a filly on her mother’s teat, suckling and swallowing in perfect rhythm to veritably milk the spunk from him.

Nick flailed slightly, losing his balance and thudding down awkwardly on his back on the floor, winded and dazed, half euphoric and half possibly-concussed as his orgasm wound down. His exposed cock spat a line of spunk across his own stomach before stilling.

A soft groan left the human, and he whimpered faintly, before arching and curling in surprise as Scootaloo’s soft tongue lapped intently at his stomach, cleaning up the line of mess there.

Nick stared down at her, wide-eyed, dazed and almost confused. The innocent little filly was licking her lips, trying to clean the mess of spunk from her muzzle, through she was fighting a losing battle for now. Thick dribbles of it were drooling from the corners of her mouth, and trailing down her chin, meeting in the centre and dripping from the end. A line of his mess was visible up over one side of her face, some of it even caught in the end of her mane. And she looked to be enjoying herself!

“O-o-oh fuck…” Nick whimpered, covering his face with a palm.

“T-that was so horny…” Scootaloo murmured, audibly swallowing, and then stepping over him, straddling his middle. She smiled brightly down at him, head tilting to the left slightly, sullied tongue slipping out an even messier underage little lips. “Did you like it?”

Nick gave an incoherent moan, closing his eyes and just resting there awkwardly on the cold floor of the bathroom.