Ingress: Potion Problems

Nick gave a hazy groan, his head rolling back and forth as consciousness slowly made its way back to his mind.

A sexy little filly was gagging on his cock, swallowing convulsively as her throat muscles flexed around the tip of his stiff length and soft little whimpers of agitation left her crammed muzzle.

Nick gave Scootaloo a bemused stare, trying to comprehend what was happening, even as the underage filly tugged back for air, panting hard, tongue hanging out, lines of saliva connecting her to his throbbing cock.

“What… what are you d-doing?” Nick managed to ask, swallowing thickly, his throat dry, even as his cock gave a wanton throb and drooled a line of precum.

Scootaloo blushed deeply, looking up at him and then leaned in to drag a long, slow lick over the tip of his cock, cleaning up the line of precum with a soft little whimper.

The soft little tongue flicked across the tip of his cock a few times to clean him, and Nick arched in surprise and delight, sucking in a breath.

“I-I’m practising,” Scootaloo murmured, cheeks flushing even deeper. “T-the mare at the manor could take all of it in without choking!”

“Because she had practice,” Nick mused, before blinking several times and then sitting up straighter, moving to tug his pants back up. He didn’t even remember how he had gotten from the bathroom to the lounge room chair, let alone how he got his clothes on.

“I-I need to practice then!” Scootaloo said with a huff, moving after him, soft little tongue lapping at the tip of his throbbing dick with unerring accuracy.

Nick gave a breathy groan, heels digging into the carpet. “F-fuck… w-why are you so obsessed with this?!”

“It feels really really horny, doesn’t it?” Scootaloo asked earnestly, looking up at him with wide eyes, soft tongue extending to slowly drag over his tip.

Nick bit his tongue, squirming impotently as Scootaloo gave him another mind-destroying lap with her impossibly soft tongue. “Yes… y-yes it does,” he admitted.

Scootaloo gave him a bright smile at that, immediately leaning forwards and engulfing his cock in an instant, shoving her muzzle all the way down it. Almost immediately, it bumped up against the back of her throat, and she gagged faintly, giving a faint sound of annoyance and trying to push deeper. Several inches of stiff human cock still weren’t embedded in her greedy young mouth, and she was determined to rectify the problem.

After a dozen heart-stopping seconds of underage filly muzzle being utterly crammed with cock, Scootaloo had to pull back, panting heavily again. “I-it’s too straight!” she complained, nudging her nose against his cock with a soft huff, scowling and laying her chin on his thigh. “I can’t do it!”

“You don’t have to,” Nick panted, shaking his head and stroking a hand through her mane affectionately. “That’s for adults.”

“I can do anything an adult can!” Scootaloo insisted, stamping her hoof against the edge of the couch, before her eyes lit up with a sudden idea.

“What are you thinking?” Nick asked warily.

Scootaloo smiled at him. “Your cock doesn’t bend! So I’ve gotta make my throat all straight!” she said excitedly, bouncing in place. “The mare just stood there under the stallion but it was pointing forwards because he was a stallion. You’re a human!”

“Yup,” Nick said with a jerky nod. “So I guess it won’t work.”

“Maybe…” Scootaloo said, panting faintly, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she pushed a hoof between her thighs, biting her bottom lip.

After a few moments of pondering, the little filly slid away, wings quivering in excitement as she rolled over onto her back and then twisted around. She laid herself out on the couch, with her head hanging off the edge, all squished up on the seat, her rump resting half-way up the back of the couch, leaving the tight little underage cunny completely exposed. One of her hooves pushed up between her splayed hindlegs, rubbing almost urgently at her cunt. “L-lay on top of me!” she said excitedly.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Nick said, eyes wide, swallowing thickly.

“Like this!” Scootaloo said, opening up her little mouth in invitation, waggling her tongue at him with an innocent smile. “I’ll be able to get it all the way in like this!”

“N-no,” Nick said automatically, trying to clear his throat of the sudden lump in it, voice squeaking slightly.

“No?” Scootaloo asked, pouting, ears splaying back, still upside-down. “But… but I want you to…” she said lamely, rubbing at her moistening cunny all the more firmly.

Nick’s eyes followed the motion of her hoof, and he swallowed thickly. With great difficulty, he resisted the urge to grasp his cock and stroke at it.

“I know you like what I’m doing,” Scootaloo said breathlessly, smiling up at him, wings fluttering intently as she began to rub her hoof at herself more firmly. “C’mon… come and put your c-cock back in my mouth! I can’t reach it from here!”

Nick bit his tongue again, hands clenching on his thighs, before he stood up jerkily, stepping closer to the eager foal. “I… I can’t believe I’m going to do this…” he muttered, staring down at her.

Scootaloo grinned up at him, clenching her thighs around her hoof in anticipation, mouth opening and tongue curling lewdly outwards.

Shuddering, Nick dropped down to his knees, shuffling a little bit closer, leaning over the edge of the couch, the tip of his cock bumping against the filly’s nose.

Immediately, Scootaloo lunged forwards, capturing the tip of the stiff length in an eager suckle, lips tightening around the very tip as she began to nurse on it like a teat. The hoof not stuffed between her own thighs reached for his hip, tugging at him impotently, urging him closer.

“F-fuck…” Nick breathed, giving a soft groan as the smooth tongue swirled against his sensitive tip again and again. Almost on reflex, he shuffled closer, pushing a little bit deeper into the eager muzzle. One of his arms automatically curled around the foal’s middle, resting between her wings and the couch, his other arm moving up to hold her cheek, resisting the urge to just shove into the tight mouth.

His new position was very interesting. Leant over the couch with the filly’s upside-down muzzle attempting to consume his cock, put his head almost perfectly level with her lower body, all curled upwards, almost presenting the underage cunt to his gaze.

Swallowing thickly, Nick shifted his hand from her cheek, up to her thighs, lightly spreading her legs with his digit.

Scootaloo was all-too-eager to help, slipping her hoof away and then reaching forwards from her upside-down position to grasp his hips with both forehooves, tugging him towards her. Her hindleg spread in the meantime, exposing herself to him completely, her tight, underage cunny mere inches from Nick’s nose.

Nick swallowed again, lightly touching at the edge of the tight cunt with his index finger, spreading her open slowly.

A faint moan left the filly as she consumed more of him, tugging him further in, beginning to gag around him as the tip of the stiff cock started to edge into her throat.

“S-Scoots… you don’t have to,” Nick panted, looking past the enticing view of her tight little underage filly cunt, and down to where she was trying to cram every inch of his cock down her throat.

Scootaloo seemed to take it as a challenge, eyes narrowing dangerously and a low growl bubbling from her throat as she shifted around a little bit further to sink him deeper and deeper into her little throat. Gagging constantly, eyes watering, she edged him into her tight throat, swallowing around him on reflex, until his tip sank right into her throat.

Nick gasped and arched against her, hips rolling on instinct, unable to help but lightly move into the insistent filly’s mouth, groaning faintly.

A smile of triumph found it’s way onto Scootaloo’s stuffed muzzle as she pushed her soft lips all the way to the very base of the thick cock, her throat visibly bulging with the size of the flesh she was struggling to fit in. Eyes watering, but still smiling, she started to swallow clumsily around him, suckling and grinding her tongue along him euphorically.

“F-fuuuck…” Nick whimpered, trying his best not to just grab the little foal and fuck her face, instead focusing on her. Both arms wrapped around her midsection as he leaned forwards, nudging her thighs apart with his cheeks, and then pressing his lips right up against her underage cunt.

Scootaloo gave a whimper of surprise around her mouthful as soft human lips and tongue found her little cunt, making her stiffen, wings quivering.

Nick growled lustfully, dragging a long lick against the tight little cunny, closing his lips over her clit and giving it a firm suckle.

A muffled gasp left the pegasus foal and she squirmed underneath his touches, eyes widening slightly, hindlegs closing around behind his head and trying to grind his face against her eager, moistened cunny.

“Fuck…” Nick whimpered against her pussy, groaning helplessly as he adjusted his stance and began to lightly hump his hips, sinking in and out of the foal’s suckling muzzle. One of his hands lifted, pushing against her inner thigh, spreading her open further, only for two fingers to touch at the edge of her tight little cunt and spread her open. His tongue descended on the exposed pink flesh, lapping directly at her soft folds as he humped into her underage muzzle.

Scootaloo whimpered around her mouthful, gurgling faintly with the thrusts into her muzzle and throat, pinned down under the human with no way to escape. Her hooves grasped at his hips more firmly, seemingly trying to make him stop, and then tugging at him more insistently, urging him to go faster. Her hindlegs squeezed at his head almost urgently, grinding her hips towards him intently as she groaned around her crammed mouthful of human cock, trying to rock into the motions.

“Sweet Jesus,” Nick panted against her, pushing the pair of fingers up against her and starting to sink them into the tight, squeezing foal cunt. He watched the plump lips of her underage cunt spread to accept the intrusion of his digits, squeezing around them intently, slicking them with her moisture. Swallowing thickly, he leaned forwards to suckle at her clit again, even as he started to hump almost urgently into her tight mouth. He carefully angled his thrusts, grinding against her soft tongue with the tip of his cock but being careful not to just shove into her throat.

Scootaloo quite obviously had different ideas, however. She squeezed around him intently with her hooves, tugging him closer and closer with each hump, even as she gagged and almost choked on him, tears spilling from her eyes. Her little face was determined, wings quivering intently while slick dribbles of her moisture welled up from around the embedded digits in her tight pussy.

“I-I think we f-found one of your fetishes…” Nick panted as he felt himself tugged further into the tight, encompassing muzzle. He stared down at her, trying to swallow down the fiery lust threatening to consume all rational thought and mostly losing. “N-naughty, sexy fucking filly,” he panted, adjusting his stance further. His hands slid down her form, palms finding either cheek to hold her steady as he started to fuck the foal’s face with urgent, intent motions.

A muffled sound of surprise left the filly, and she squirmed in protest, pushing at him impotently with a hoof, her cheeks flaring with warmth. After a few firm thrusts however, she gave a wanton moan, reaching up to grasp his hips tentatively, before shoving one of her hooves between her thighs, rubbing urgently at her untended cunt.

Nick grit his teeth, starting to hump rapidly into the tight little filly mouth, pace dictated by the rising tension in his stomach. “D-dirty f-fucking f-foal!” he groaned, punctuating each eager hump with another word, rutting the foal’s muzzle.

Scootaloo whimpered in delight around her rapidly-thrusting mouthful, thighs clenching around her hoof and wings quivering, eyes squinted shut under the onslaught of eager pumps into her accepting mouth, her own pleasure rising higher and higher.

Nick groaned and humped jerkily into the tight mouth, giving a few needy humps before sudden bursts of human spunk began to unload right into Scootaloo’s upside-down muzzle. He held himself buried against the back of her tongue, a gush of the gooey spunk splattering across the back of her throat and then drooling out of her muzzle.

Wary of overloading the filly, Nick tugged backwards, grasping and grunting as he continued to unload, spilling a volley of human cum right across her muzzle, and then her chin, and even up over her throat and chest.

Scootaloo whimpered in delight, muzzle opening wide to try and catch his escaping cock as he drew back, blindly pushing towards it, finding it and then enclosing the tip in her muzzle, capturing the last few tumultuous spurts right across her tongue. She groaned in delight, suckling urgently at his tip, swallowing thickly, her lips and muzzle a veritable mess of spunk.

Nick collapsed backwards onto his butt, cracking his spine on the coffee table. He barely even noticed.

Scootaloo gave a soft groan, stuffing her other hoof between thighs, fervently rubbing at her aching little cunny until she arched and fluttered her wings. The spunk-covered pegasus foal cried out in delight as she came against her hooves, quivering and arching in little spasms.

After several long moments of bliss, the filly collapsed onto the couch, a thorough mess, panting and groaning faintly, but grinning from ear to ear.

“T-that was so h-horny…” Scootaloo muttered from around her mouthful of human spunk, still drooling the mess from the corner of her lips.

Nick gave the filly a hazy stare, blinking once or twice, before nodding jerkily. “Yeah… that was… something else.”

“Was I the best?” Scootaloo asked brightly, rolling onto her side so she could tip her head upright, working her tongue against the roof of her mouth and then audibly swallowing down her mouthful of human spunk.

“Oh sweet baby Jesus yes," Nick groaned, rolling over onto his knees. He winced, lifting a hand to rub at his spine where he was certain a bruise would be blooming, before wrinkling his nose at the messy filly. "C'mon, we've got to get you cleaned up."

Scootaloo giggled faintly, waggling her tongue at him. "I like it... it's all warm and sticky."

Nick swallowed thickly at that, feeling warmth rising in his cheeks. “Well… we can’t have you being all messy. C’mon, to the bathroom… again.”

Scootaloo giggled again, slipping off the couch, flicking her tail at him innocently and then heading for the bathroom.

Nick stood behind the little pegasus, who was standing on a chair from the kitchen, idly stroking a hand between her tiny wings, even as he helped to clean his spunk from her face and throat with a damp washcloth.

“So… you really enjoyed that, huh?” Nick asked, delicately cleaning a line of spunk from her eyebrow.

Scootaloo nodded earnestly, licking her lips, peeking at him in the mirror over the sink. “Yes! It made me feel really horny when you were fucking my mouth.”

Nick nodded slightly at that, dipping the washcloth into the sink to clean it, returning it to scrub at her throat slowly. “So… you really like getting your muzzle fucked?”

“I already said I do,” Scootaloo said, blinking once, confused.

Nick gave a slightly nervous laugh. “A-ah… it’s just… you know… it’s kind of sexy to hear you say that.”

“I like it when you fuck my muzzle,” Scootaloo said suddenly, dead serious, watching him intently in the mirror. “It makes me horny.”

A quiver passed over Nick’s form, and he bit his tongue, his breathing picking up slightly in speed. “You are going to be the sexiest fucking mare when you grow up…”

“I’m not sexy now?” Scootaloo asked, pouting, her tail giving an irritated flick.

“I concede,” Nick said, catching her tail and then pushing it aside slightly, feeling his heart starting to beat a little bit faster. “You are… very sexy right now.”

Scootaloo smiled into the mirror, lifting a hoofful of water to her muzzle to wash her face.

Nick inhaled, holding his breath as he slipped his hand in under the filly’s tail, pushing his palm slowly up against the little cunny.

Scootaloo sucked in a breath, eyes widening slightly in surprise, before she gave the softest of eager gasps and pushed back against the pressure between her legs.

Nick chewed his tongue for a moment, and then slipped his index finger in against the soft little cunny, twisting his wrist and sinking the digit inside.

The filly arched and shuddered, small wings spasming in delight.

“I’m going to fuck you, Scoots… I’m going to fuck you,” Nick said, his mouth suddenly dry.

Scootaloo looked back over her shoulder, wings flapping eagerly. “Y-you are?” she squeaked excitedly, immediately lifting her rump a little bit higher and spreading her hindlegs. “P-please!”

Nick shuddered, slipping the digit from the squeezing foal pussy, shuffling out of his pants and kicking them away, his already-hard cock springing up, ready for action. Both of his palms grasped the presented rump, spreading her open, gazing in at the soft little cunny between the orange cheeks, watching the pink interior being revealed with the firm pressure he was exerting.

Without hesitation, he stepped up behind her, pushing his throbbing, eager cock right against the spread rump, slowly grinding the underside of his cock against the exposed underage pussy.

Scootaloo gave a hazy groan of delight, slowly pushing back against him, increasing the pressure of her soft cunt against the underside of his cock.

“Fuck me,” Nick groaned, wrapping his arms around the filly. He lifted her up easily, turning her around to face him, one hand grasping around her rump to hold her weight, the other on her wings. He turned around, carrying her out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom, carefully laying her down on her back on the bed.

Scootaloo stared up at him, her cheeks warming, little wings quivering in anticipation, buzzing against the bed, even as she spread her legs in invitation, little cunny already shiny with her moisture.

Nick wasted no time in tugging the pegasus to the edge of the bed, so her rump was right at the very end of it, at the perfect height for him to grind his each cock against her soft cunt. He laid a palm on her inner thigh, thumb lightly rubbing over her clit, spreading her enough that he could watch as he laid the tip of his cock right up against that underage cunny, and then began to sink inwards.

Scootaloo arched against him, eyes widening, hooves flying to her muzzle, suddenly shy as she felt the bulbous tip of the human’s cock starting to spread her.

More, and more, and more pressure was applied, his thumb rubbing at her clit the entire time, watching with an avid, wide-eyed gaze as the foal’s cunt slowly stretched around his tip, swallowing it up.

Scootaloo whimpered faintly, tensing up and kicking her hindlegs, wings spasming against the bed, slapping against it as she gave a shudder and moan.

Nick leaned over her properly, sliding his hands up her form, panting down at her lustfully, grinning slightly. “Yesss…” he groaned, as he lightly gyrated his hips, feeling the soft folds of her impossibly cunt squeezing around him with each tiny motion. “A-are you ready Scoots?”

Scootaloo nodded rapidly, spreading her hindlegs further, forehooves wrapping around his neck and shoulders eagerly, trying to push towards him. “Y-yes! M-make fuck with me!”

Nick gave an eager growl, hands slipping down to grasp Scootaloo’s hips, holding her steady as he gave a firm hump, sinking deeper and deeper into the moist, heated foal cunny. He grunted slightly at the tightness, squeezing around him so intently and halting his progress, and with a faint moan, he tugged back and then humped forwards again, sinking even deeper.

Scootaloo fairly screamed under him, spread to the limit with the comparatively huge cock sinking into her. Her hindlegs spread and then clenched around his hips in rhythm, each time she closed her legs increasing the tightness around him to the point he thought he might hurt her.

“S-Scoots… relax…” Nick tried to sooth, squeezing her hips a little harder than necessary, lightly rocking back and forth. “Calm down… don’t squeeze me so hard!”

Scootaloo whimpered softly at the requests, but nodded intently, pushing her muzzle into his shoulder and then biting down on his flesh as he sank another full inch into her underage, aching cunny.

Nick bared his teeth, feeling Scootaloo’s teeth almost break the skin, drawing back to relieve the pressure, letting her breathe.

Scootaloo panted hard against him, slowly releasing her grip on his shoulder, leaving a line of blunt teeth marks imprinted into the skin, even as she shuddered and whimpered, trying to catch her breath. “I-It’s s-so big!”

“I know,” Nick soothed, giving an irritated grind of his hips against her. He grasped around her middle more firmly, picking her up and turning her around, sitting down on the edge of the bed with the little filly in his lap. He rested his palms lightly on her haunches, smiling at her breathlessly. “Here. Now you can move instead. Go at your own pace.”

“O-Okay,” Scootaloo said, looking down between them apprehensively. “I-I’ll take all of it! I promise!” she said with an eager nod, even as she started to push down, letting gravity sink her down over his cock.

Nick bred his teeth, resisting the urge to push down on her hips with his palms, just squeezing her lightly, his legs tensing and hips rising slightly towards the intense stimulation of her little cunny stretching down over his cock.

Scootaloo whimpered softly, her forehooves squeezing around his shoulders as she bore down with more force, trying to sink further on to him.

“Scoots, stop!” Nick protested, shaking his head firmly. “Bounce,” he said, giving a little bounce in example. “Slide up and down! Don’t just try to push down all at once!”

Scootaloo blinked once, but nodded, eyes narrowing in concentration as she slowly, carefully lifted herself upwards, biting her bottom lip at the sensation. Once he was almost entirely free of her, she pushed herself back down, eyes widening as she slipped all the way down him again until only a couple of inches remained outside, a wanton moan leaving her muzzle.

“T-that… t-that feels r-really good…” Scootaloo stammered, grasping around his shoulders with her hooves again as she lifted herself up. This time, she wasted no time in dropping back over him, her head shooting up and muzzle quivering with a reflexive groan of delight as he spread her underage pussy again.

Nick grinned, squeezing the filly in between her movements, giving faint groans each time she slid down him, letting her go at her own pace, swallowing down his urge to just rut up into her tight young pussy.

Scootaloo lifted herself up again on shaking legs, adjusting her stance and then dropping again, eyes widening as she lost her footing and ended up spearing over him, sinking right down to the very base.

Nick swore he felt himself bottom out inside her, spreading her right to her deepest barrier, cramming her full of every inch of cock she could possibly take.

The foal sat in his lap, eyes bulging out of her head, wings no longer quivering or flapping, but just standing straight out to the sides, stiff and unmoving.

“Scoots?” Nick asked warily. “Are you okay? We should stop,” he said, grasping her hips to draw her upwards slightly, beginning to slide the stiff, throbbing cock out of her squeezing depths. “This was a bad id—”

“—No!” Scootaloo hissed, shoving him with her forehooves with surprising strength, forcing him down onto his back on the bed. Immediately, she straddled him properly, her light body resting over top of him, forehooves on his chest and hindlegs scrabbling for purchase on either side of his hips. As soon as she got her balance, she started to aggressively bounce on him, hips lifting and then driving downwards with a firm thud, burying him in her to the hilt with each eager motion.

Nick gave a gasp of surprise, and then one of delight, and then a helpless groan as the filly started to aggressively bounce on his stiff cock, her soft, squeezing inner flesh clenching and milking around him each time she came down, tugging at him in earnest.

“H-holy fuck!” Nick panted, hands grasping her haunches on reflex, resting over where her cutie mark would be if she had one, helping her to bounce on him. He could feel her slick liquids coating his cock with each eager shove of her hips, and her clenching cunny ws a definite testament to her enjoyment.

“Yes! Yes!” Scootaloo burst out, whimpering in delight, clumsily bouncing on him over and over again, burying him right to the base with each urgent hump of her hips. Her wings fluttered fitfully, trying to give her extra leverage to fuck him. “T-this i-is awesome!”

“Jesus!” Nick gasped as the filly started to rock on him harder and faster, her little wings a blur as she bounced on his stiff cock.

Scootaloo bit her bottom lip, eyes clenching closed and her motions growing shaky and clumsy as she shuddered and squeezed around him. A particularly hard shove of her hips pushed him out of her tight little cunt entirely, even as she rocked back and forth in his lap in a tumultuous orgasm, screaming her delight to the ceiling. A slick gush of her liquids spilled from her, making a mess of his hips.

Nick blinked once, holding the quivering filly close against his chest as she collapsed weakly, shuddering and tensing atop him, before slowly coming down from her euphoria.

“Oh… oh wow…” Scootaloo groaned breathlessly. “That… that was…” She blinked once, looking back over her shoulder to see his stiff cock still throbbing against his belly. She swallowed thickly, staring at it. “Y-you still want to f-fuck me?”

“Yes,” Nick said, biting his tongue rather harder than necessary. “But we can stop if you’re… done.”

Scootaloo turned back to face him, her ears reddening, tail giving an anxious flick back and forth. “N-no! F-fuck me all the way!”

Nick grinned at that, grasping around the filly and picking her up again, sliding to the edge of the bed, and then onto the floor. He patted the edge of the bed. “Put your hooves up here…”

Scootaloo blinked once, confused, but did as asked, rising to her hooves and putting her forehooves on the edge of the bed. “Like this?”

“Exactly like that,” Nick said with a firm nod, rolling onto his knees and slipping in behind her, spreading her hindlegs for her. His fingers lightly trailed along the smooth, messy outer lips of her cunny, lightly rubbing up against her, before he grasped his stiff cock and lined it up, sinking into her without hesitation.

Scootaloo arched against the bed, giving a faint groan, even as Nick leaned over her properly, arms wrapping around her chest and hips pushing in against her own as he buried in her to the hilt.

“T-tight…” Nick groaned faintly, burying his face in her mane as he started to hump into her, sliding back a few inches, only to shove his stiff cock deep inside her again.

The little filly melted under his attentions, her hindlegs quivering with the powerful thrusts, enjoying this new position far more than when she was in control, her tight little underage cunny clenching around him, seemingly trying to force him out even as it almost urgently clenched and rippled around him to entice him in further.

Nick wasted no time with building up, instead just grasping the young foal and fucking her with a wild abandon, burying himself deep inside her with firm, eager humps, feeling his tip cramming up against her deepest barrier at the end of each urgent thrust.

Scootaloo shuddered and almost collapsed, her eyes clenching close and muzzle parting in helpless little pants, tongue lolling out and wings splaying weakly, even as the thick human cock was rammed deep inside her over and over again, spreading her to the very root each time.

“H-here it c-comes…” Nick groaned, straightening up slightly, grasping her hips with one hand and rutting into her urgently, spreading his stiff, throbbing cock deep inside her again and again.

Scootaloo whimpered in delight and anticipation, pushing back against him weakly, her soft flesh slipping around him, clenching and tugging at his cock each time he buried inside her, her slick liquids dripping off her clit to the carpet between her spread hindlegs.

Nick groaned in delight, holding the little filly tight against his chest, burying himself as deep inside her as he could get, humping into her jerkily a few more times as the tension broke and he started to pump burst after burst of urgent human spunk into her tight, underage little cunny.

Scootaloo’s eyes widened, and she squeaked faintly as she felt hot bursts of something deep inside her, splattering across her deepest barrier, pooling inside her belly in a river of molten warmth. She melted underneath him, her tight cunny clenching and milking at him in earnest as she came again, young cunt squeezing and milking around the stiff, spurting cock, trying to suckle as much of the gooey load from him as possible.

Groaning faintly, Nick jerked his hips against her, pumping her full of his spunk, feeling a slick dribble of it already starting to spill from around their union, the river of mingled liquids meeting at her clit and then drooling down over her belly before dripping to the carpet.

Nick tugged backwards after a few moments, groaning faintly and spilling onto his butt, gasping for air.

Scootaloo likewise collapsed, weakly supporting herself against the edge of the bed, hindlegs shaking as a gooey mess of human spunk starting to drool from her thoroughly-fucked underage pussy, dribbling down between her shaking hindlegs.

Nick lifted his head, staring at this delightful sight for several long moments, immortalising it in his memory, before rolling over onto his hands and knees and crawling towards the pegasus.

Scootaloo blinked once, giving him a scattered stare as he laid his head on the edge of the bed next to her own. “That… I… what… I… wow…” she mumbled incoherently.

Nick panted faintly, nodding and leaning in to kiss her gently. “I agree entirely.”

Scootaloo flushed deeply at the kiss, her cheeks turning a vibrant pink.

“I don’t want to go home,” Scootaloo huffed, kicking at the ground with a forehoof. “I want to stay and fuck more.”

Nick gave an anxious laugh at that, looking left and right to make sure nobody was nearby, “Ex-nay on the uck-fay!”

“Ex… what?” Scootaloo asked, bewildered.

“It means ‘don’t talk about that’!” Nick retorted, frowning deeply. “If ponies knew what we did, I would get in so much trouble.”

“Well…” Scootaloo trailed off, huffing and kicking the ground again. “I don’t wanna go home.”

“I know, I know,” Nick said with a wave of his hand. “But… that’s life. You can’t have fun all the time.”

“Want to,” Scootaloo muttered darkly.

“But can’t,” Nick said sternly. “You go back to your parents, and pretend like this never happened, understood?”

Scootaloo nodded, a sour expression on her face. “Yeah, yeah. You already made me promise.”

“Good girl,” Nick said with a slight smile.

“Can I still come over next weekend?” Scootaloo asked earnestly.

Nick checked both ways again, before asking quietly. “Are you going to bother me for sex all weekend?”

Scootaloo checked both ways as well, before smiling brightly and nodding. “Every morning, afternoon, and night!”

Nick sighed and shook his head, reaching out and petting her mane with a smile. “See you next weekend then.”