Mentally Advanced Series: HOO

Scootaloo lay on her belly on the rug in the clubhouse, hind legs stretched out behind her. In front of her was a magazine that she probably shouldn't have been able to get her hooves on, entitled 'Big Dicks Monthly'. She held it with one front hoof, using her mouth to turn the pages, while her free hoof was casually reached down between her hind legs and rubbing at her moist little dick hole. Her wings were flared up above her and her tail was high, her hindquarters poked into the air just enough so that someone behind her could see what she was doing.

It was then that Big Macintosh was heading up the clubhouse ramp, wearing his trademark harness and saddlebags behind. He chewed on a twig as he calmly pushed open the door, expecting to find it empty.

Whether on purpose or coincidence, Scootaloo's rump section faced towards the entrance, so anyone that entered would get quite a nice look at moist foal plot. It was this that Big Macintosh saw as he opened the door, eyes roaming the clubhouse and landing right on Scootaloo, presently eying a photo of a rather well endowed stallion getting licked by a mare half his size, her magazine was full of it. When she didn't hear him come in, he cleared his throat and peered at her. Scootaloo turned her head about and ceased her masturbation, but clearly had very little shame for being caught in the act.

"Oh well hay there, big guy," Scootaloo said, "Your Applebloom's big brother right? Big in more ways than one I hear. Hoo!"

Big Mac stared at her until she finally got the idea and shut her magazine, pulling herself up off the floor and turning to face him. He tapped his hoof impatiently.

"I guess I'm not supposed to be here," Scootaloo admitted, "Applebloom still grounded?"

"Eyup," Big Mac replied to both.

Big Mac walked over to a table on the other side of the clubhouse where several of Applebloom's coloring books were stacked. He pulled them off the table and stuck them in his saddlebag, followed by a bowl of crayons nearby. Scootaloo watched him, though her eyes were mostly focused on his rather massive ballsack swinging behind him, not to mention his plump sheath.

"Gettin Applebloom her stuff?" Scootaloo asked, "You know, I bet you could give some of the big guys in this magazine some real competition."

Big Mac didn't answer this time. He turned towards Scootaloo, walked up to her, and snatched her magazine off the floor with his mouth, sticking it in his opposite saddlebag. He then peered down at her, pointing one foreleg towards the door.

"Oh don't be like that big guy," said Scootaloo, "Stay a bit and chat, we could really get close, maybe sort out a few things." She licked her lips as she thought about those few things.

"Nope," Big Mac sounded nearly sincere.

"Okay, stud, if you insist," said Scootaloo, "Just let me get my... think I left it over here."

Scootaloo walked to the side of the clubhouse behind Big Mac, and didn't walk around him. Suddenly the filly's mane was sliding down his chest as she walked beneath him. She paused to rub her poofy mane again this sheath, sliding down it and moving across his sack. Her wings flexed upwards to slide along him as well, moving forward and back to stroke his sheath in their soft warmth. Finally her tail flagged up and tickled along his underside, wrapping about his orbs in passing and then sliding off. All four of Big Macintosh's legs stiffened and his eyes suddenly flew open, the twig dropping from his mouth onto the floor.

"Now where did I put it," Scootaloo teased, "Ah here it is."

She turned about and pushed her nose into the back of Big Mac's sack and nuzzled between his twins, sliding her tongue over each before starting to slurp on one. It was far too large to fit in her mouth, but that only seemed to encourage her effort. It took several long moments for Big Mac to process what was going on and pull himself away to turn around and face her.

"What the hay are you doin?" Big Mac used his sternest voice, but couldn't hide the fact that his tip had begun to peak from his sheath.

"Aw don't be like that," Scootaloo grinned, "Bet you'd love to know what else my mouth can do... maybe other parts too.. Hoo!"

Big Mac hesitated to answer, sounding a bit hoarse, "Nope?"

"Yeah but your big guy below disagrees, doesn't he," Scootaloo said, "You can't hide it, sexy."

She turned herself about again to face her rump at him, flagging up her tail and slowly waggling her rump back and forth. She looked back over her shoulder to wink. Despite all his efforts to be his calm, cool self, his shaft was still sliding free, threatening to escape fully. Big Mac took a deep breath though, shaking his head firmly and pointing one hoof to his saddlebag, Applebloom's toys sticking out of it.

"Ah they're expectin ya back?" Scootaloo got it, "So go back and give her the stuff, I can wait here for you baby. Just head one back whenever you can; we'll find a nice secluded part of the orchard and I'll show your friend there how Scootaloo rolls."

Big Mac didn't answer at first, but he didn't insist that she leave again either. Instead he just turned to go, trying to keep himself together. He paused at the door, looking back at Scootaloo one more time, his eyes intense as he seriously considered it.

"Wait here," Big Mac barely got the words out before turning to leave, slamming the door behind him and walking double-time back towards the farmhouse.

Though she'd never admit it, Scootaloo was surprised by the apparent agreement. She'd shook her flank at plenty of adults before, but never had one respond favorably to the offer. She wondered if he really would come back. Deprived of her magazine, she tried to amuse herself with anything else she could find in the clubhouse. She spent some time scribbling lewd depictions of Applebloom and her family, but even that eventually bored her. She stuffed the paper back on the shelf for anyone to find and went to the window, patiently waiting.

After about an hour, she started to think he wasn't coming, but finally she saw him in the distance, heading rather warily towards the clubhouse and periodically glancing behind him to make sure no one had spotted him coming that direction. A grin spread over Scootaloo's face, and she waved out the window of the clubhouse. Once he got near the ramp, she kicked the door open and bounced down to the ground where he was. Big Mac was silent at first, though Scootaloo could see that his shaft was dangling free, nearly fully emerged from his thick sheath. It was large already, and it wasn't even hard yet.

"I knew you couldn't keep away," lied Scootaloo, "You come back to get you some Scootaloo?"

Big Mac blushed even through his already red fur, looked behind him one more time, then back to Scootaloo. He took a deep breath.

"If ya tell," Big Mac warned, "Ah'll deny it... and will make you sorry."

"Oh I bet you would," Scootaloo answered, "But don't worry, I've got a lot of secrets already, so I'm good at keepin em."

Big Mac didn't say another word in response. He just silently turned and walked off in another direction. Scootaloo got the idea and followed behind eagerly, keeping an eye on his muscular behind and his better parts as they swung beneath him. She tried to move up and take a lap a few times, though he shook her off each time and peered back at her.

He went to a section of the orchard that was freshly bucked, so it was unlikely anypony else would come there. He chose a place where the ground dipped between two hills with thick soft looking grass. Scootaloo followed behind to the clearing and stopped when Big Mac turned about to face her once again. Big Mac's blush was barely under control as he took one more look at Scootaloo. The large stallion sat his rump down onto the dirt, splaying out his hind legs as he sat back on his haunches, his shaft flopping out to hang limply in front of him. He pointed one forehoof at his shaft.

"Yep," was the only verbal invitation given.

"Not a stallion of many words?" Scootaloo asked, "I'll have you makin plenty of noise soon enough."

Scootaloo practically pounced to seat herself in front of Big Mac, eyes going wide and a huge grin spreading across her face as she looked over what she'd been offered. She grabbed for his shaft in both hooves, lapping from the medial ring up to the tip in one long stroke to get a nice taste. She took a deep breath to inhale his scent, and his shaft immediately reacted to the warmth of her tongue and breath.

The larger the shaft grew, the more excited Scootaloo became. She slid her head down the length, then turned about to lay on her back, tongue now sliding over his balls as her forehooves stroked at the base of his shaft. By the time she had his orbs drenched in saliva, his tasty fun stick was throbbing at full hardness. Scootaloo turned herself about, still on her back, settling her rump where his balls would sit right on her own warm parts, then stroked him slowly from base to tip again, using both forelegs and wings.

Big Mac let out a grunt as the frenzied foal worked on his now ridiculously hard cock, followed by a low growl of a moan. He began to pant, especially as he felt Scootaloo's soft wing feathers tickling over his length. He leaned forward to brace his forehooves against the ground, bringing his rump up and forward to give her an easier time reaching his solid fuck tower. He leaned his head forward to look beneath, taking in the lewd sight of the horny little filly practically worshiping his cock, and begin to buck his hips ever so slightly against her.

Scootaloo moved up across the ground so that her muzzle was at his tip, slurping over it as far as the could, almost unhinging her jaw to stuff him all the way to her throat. She actually tried to swallow him down a bit, but even her throat wasn't used to that size. All the same, her gagging on the tip felt wonderful as well. As he began to ooze precum, she lapped one drop up by kissing his tip, then pulled her head back for a second to stroke her hooves across it. She stroked his shaft with both forelegs, pre and saliva slowly spreading over his length to leave it glistening.

As her muzzle returned to his tip, her wings folded in further to wrap about him, her hind legs sliding down between his own and massaging at his massive prick above her. His hips started to thrust more, more and more fluid escaping his tip as the foaljob caused his finish to finally well up inside him. He groaned out again, his shaft throbbing and his flare spreading out more, closing his eyes and savoring the fur, feathers, and hooves of the little girl beneath him. He arched his back, his stokes speeding up, seconds from blasting out a thick load.

Scootaloo definitely felt his load coming as well. She slid her body up his shaft, pulling herself into a sitting position in front of his tip as she continued to slurp on it. Her hind legs jerked at his base as her forelegs and wings worked over his tip, milking him for her reward. When it came, the first surge blasted Scootaloo's face off the tip and showered it in sticky spunk. The little cum rag pulled herself up further, allowing the second blast to splatter against her chest and drool down her front side. She turned about as if taking a shower in it, and didn't stop until her body was drenched and drooling with seed from mane to hips, then drooling down over her hind legs. Covered in white stringy goodness, she moved her face back to the tip and let the last few squirts pump into her muzzle, swallowing down several gulps, more of his seed drooling out the corner of her mouth.

All during the cum shower Big Mac was moaning like mad, his normally silent demeanor lost as he arched his back and shook violently. When he was finally done, he slowly pulled himself back into a haunched position in front of her, and looked down at amazement at what he had done. Scootaloo just grinned at him, opening her mouth wide so he could watch her roll another ball of cum around her mouth before swallowing it down.

"Told you I'd get you to scream," Scootaloo said, her words sounding wet, "Ready for round two?"

Big Mack panted, "Two?"

"Aw come on, I know a guy like you can go more than once," teased Scootaloo, "I mean we even got Button to get off like five times or something, surely you can do two."

Big Mac reached forward, putting a front hoof around Scootaloo's head and pulled her face back towards his shaft, thinking that surely she just meant another blow job. Surely she wasn't crazy enough to want him to...

"Not there again studly!" Scootaloo gave his tip a single teasing lip, "I got a perfectly good little pussy down here."

Big Mac perked his ears, "Sure?"

"Course I'm sure!" Scootaloo lied, "I've had plenty of adult cock in me before, maybe not one quite this big, but plenty all the same. I'm a player!"

The only thing that was going to save her from being split in half was that she did at least have a few very large toys she played with; anything could be a dildo if you were brave enough, so she figured that it shouldn't be too much harder to take a nice fleshy fuck stick.

"You think you're ever gonna have a chance at a hole this tight again?" said Scootaloo, "Well unless you invite me over some more, which I would highly encourage. Hoo!"

Big Mac looked incredulous for a moment, but stared at the cum covered filly with clear desire burning in his eyes. He licked his lips once and then nodded. He pushed the filly onto her back in the grass, getting dirt and clippings stuck to her sticky body, then lowered his head to her nether regions, apparently intent on getting her ready at least. He lapped his own Apple juice from her slit with his thick tongue, then savored the flavor of her beneath it. He began to bath the little slit in his spit, then pushed his muzzle against her to shove his tongue inside.

Scootaloo wasn't as tight as the average filly, but she still gripped his tongue like a vice. He forced himself deeper, waggling himself about inside and feeling across her inner walls. Scootaloo squeeed happily and grasped his head in both forelegs, flexing her hips forward and back slightly in response to his oral affections. He continued to twist and turn within her, working her already wet pussy into a torrent of moisture, drooling out to mix with his cum on the ground.

He kept at it a good fifteen minutes before he was sure she was kinda ready for him, then pulled his head slowly back away. Scootaloo started to get up and turn herself around for the taking, but Big Mac had other ideas about taking the little filly. He rolled over onto his back, cock sticking up proudly still, and tugged Scootaloo over to him. She got the idea quickly, moving onto his chest and spreading out her legs to sit on him cowgirl style. Her body shivered in anticipation or nervousness or both, but she kept a grin on her face, leaning her behind back to rub her willing cum trap against his tip, which throbbed happily in response.

Big Mac looked more nervous than Scootaloo did, looking around again as if he feared being caught at any moment. He turned back to Scootaloo, then leaned his head forward to rub noses with her, pushing it into a deep kiss where his tongue toys with her smaller, gooier tongue. He held her behind with one forehoof and adjusted his shaft with the other, pulling them together and pressing his tip against her behind. He wiped some of the cum off of her onto his cock to help lubricate. The eager little pegaslut then pushed her hips back hard, and the tip stretched out her tight labia, slowly but steadily. He managed to stay on target, but getting inside her was quite a task.

After a while it seemed like they weren't going to get it to fit, but finally all the work paid off as his blunt tip stretched out her cunt and popped inside. Her insides were so hot and tight, that Big Mac barely kept himself from immediately ramming deeper. Her ten year old pussy was suddenly stretched wide over what was probably the most massive cock in Ponyville. She barely kept from biting her tongue, squeaking loudly as her eyes went wide and letting out a sudden "Ah!" like she had just been stabbed.

"You okay?" Big Mac paused inside her when he saw her face.

"Of course baby!" Scootaloo barely got the words, trying to keep her eyes from watering as she did, "Don't you worry!"

Scootaloo pressed her hips back harder despite feeling as if her pelvis might crack at any time, not wanting to let on that she was having difficulty. Big Mac took her word for it and gripped her plot in both hooves before pulling her down further, starting small deliberate thrusts inside of her. His eyes rolled back and he groaned; only a few inches inside and it already felt incredible. Having a foal impaled on his shaft was a secret fantasy of his, and he couldn't believe he was finally getting it. He started to lose himself just a bit in the pleasure, moving faster and edging his tip deeper every few thrusts, feeling the tight ring of flesh slide further and further down his cock.

His hips barely moved, instead he pushed her down onto his shaft with his hooves and pulled her up, gripping about her belly, basically using her like she were a jack off toy. He still felt her pushing her hips back, so assumed she was okay, so he got excited and rammed another two inches deep into her. At this point he could actually feel her belly bulging from his size as he held her, and he only wanted to be deeper. Loosing himself more in the ridiculously tight passage, he lengthened his strokes and slipped inside more recklessly with each thrust.

Scootaloo squealed at the feeling inside of her, barely able to keep her hind legs from instinctively trying to push her away, but she was still determined to show him what a good little cock fiend she was. Her whole body shivered violently, her wings pulsing as they stretched up above her, feeling stretched like a condom over his shaft. Her front hooves that supported her against his chest were eventually pulled up, Big Mac moving her more straight up and down in an attempt to go deeper. She was quite literally a cock puppet now, bounced up and down on the shaft. It hurt in a way, but the thrill of getting reamed this hard far exceeded anything else. It was incredible, taking such a delicious cock so deep.

"Okay?" Big Macintosh asked again, though he didn't stop his long strokes.

"Tears of joy, baby, tears of joy," Scootaloo said, and it wasn't a lie, "I want that cock deeper."

At this point however, he felt himself quite literally ramming his dull tip against her cervix as her belly bloated with each stroke upwards. His strokes began to bang his tip inside her, knocking at her young womb's doorway. She began to get somewhat used to the stretch as he couldn't go deeper, but was still determined to get more inside.

"Deeper," drooled Scootaloo, "More cock..." Her normal flirting devolved into grunts as she flopped about like a rag doll on his shaft, "Hoooooooo."

Too crazed by the intense feeling surrounding more and more of his shaft, Big Mac just groaned, arched his back, and tried to give her what she asked for. Her gripped her tightly and began to ram his hips upwards as he tugged her downward, She kicked her legs at the sudden violent strokes, but didn't ask for him to stop. She just nodded her head, unable to force words out any more, letting him know the she could take it.

Suddenly her cervix gave way, his cock slamming through it and sinking several more inches in a single stroke. He kept pushing until his tip met the back of her womb, stretching it out and knocking the wind out of the little filly. Lost in his desire to cream inside the tight little foal hole, he continued to make long strokes, her pussy, tunnel, and now her tight little cervix clenching and gliding over the surface of his shaft.

He couldn't take that milking for long, his cock surging so hard that one could see it surging up through her body. He blew his load hard inside, seeming no less than his first orgasm. Scootaloo would have literally blasted off his cock like a bottle rocket had he not been holding her, and even then she very nearly flew off. His seed bloated her young womb, filling it almost instantly before it was forced to backwash out through her tightly packed tunnel, literally spraying out from the penetration. Finally Scootaloo did flop off of his shaft, flopping forward onto his belly and landing with a splat, another gush of stringy spunk spraying over her back and quivering wings.

Scootaloo had a wide-eyed stare, not even blinking as sperm drooled down her eyes, but the wide grin on her face said she was okay. Once Big Mac had finished blowing his top, he finally snapped back to his senses, growing a bit alarmed that he might have harmed the insatiable cum slut. He prodded her side with a hoof, the pressure on her belly causing more seed to splurt from her overly full fuck hole. She slowly leaned her head down, pushing her lips to his to let him know she was okay, and they shared one more deep, cum-soaked kiss between them.

"Slut..." Big Mac commented as their lips parted.

"You better believe it big guy," Scootaloo panted, "Bet... I won't walk right for a week though."

"Eyup," Big Macintosh panted.

"Should I come back around once I'm not sore?" Scootaloo asked.

"Eeeeeyup!" Big Mac nodded quite enthusiastically.