“Are you sure this is going to be okay?” Rumble asked as he peered around the corner into the mares’ locker room.
“Of course it will.” Scootaloo slipped past him. “Rainbow Dash and your brother are off doing Wonderbolts stuff, Miss Gilda is spending the week in Griffony, Bulk’s on a trip with Fluttershy, and Flitter and Cloudchaser are just hourly help. They don’t come out here when the camp isn’t open.” She took her towel in her teeth and flicked it off of her withers and onto a nearby bench. “Besides, Dash didn’t give me a key to the guys’ showers.”
“Okay, yeah, we’re the only ones out here, but… You know…” Rumble glanced towards the shower.
“Luna’s sake, Rumble, there are two shower rooms,” Scootaloo said as she stretched and began flexing her wings. “You wanna help with this?”
“Sure.” Rumble trotted over, his eyes following the contours of her body as she stretched, until he quickly averted his gaze to focus on something inoffensive like her wingtips. “What are you doing, anyway?”
“Stretching, duh.”
“Well, yeah, but it doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you’d have the patience for.”
Scootaloo sighed and shifted to another position. “It has to do with why I couldn’t fly for so long. See, sometimes pegasi have underdeveloped wing muscles, but their magic makes up for a lot of the problem. And sometimes ponies have a weakness in their magic, which for pegasi means flying’s a lot harder. It’s like a one in a million chance for somepony to wind up having both.” She adjusted again, focusing on the other wing. “And this little filly won the fail lottery.”
“So what’s that got to do with stretching?”
“Because I have to seriously push myself to work out my wings properly. That’s why Dash lets me use the camp when it’s closed. And if I don’t stretch them out afterwards, I could mess them up. Plus it seriously hurts later. But it’s all I can do until Twilight figures it out on the magic end of things.” She groaned as she stretched by body out to its furthest. “Weren’t you gonna help?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Rumble pulled his eyes away from her flank. “What did you need me to do?”
“Take my wingtip and pull it over to the left.” She raised one wing a bit higher, and Rumble did was was asked.
They continued that way for a while. Scootaloo would direct him to push, pull, or twist on whichever point needed attention at the moment, and he’d obey. If somepony had asked him, right then, why he was putting so much time and effort into helping Scootaloo with her exercises—or, indeed, why he came along with her to begin with—he’d just have said he was helping a friend out. He was telling himself that, as well, and doing his best to not think about how he was climbing over her to reach what she needed half the time. Or how he rubbed up against her. Or how her now-much-more-pronounced muscles moved under him as she shifted. Or how even the smell of her sweat was nice, in its own way.
None of these things were new to him, exactly, as he’d worked out with her before. But it was a rare thing that he was in such close proximity to her, or for so long, and it was starting to drive him to distraction. Luckily for him, she brushed him back with one wing and stretched out to lay flat on the bench.
“Thanks, that—ow.” She winced and flattened her ears for a moment as she lay down. “That should be it.”
“You sure? It sounded like something was still wrong.”
“It’s just tight muscles, now. Just going to have to lie down for a bit, then hit the showers and see if I can loosen them up.” She glanced back at him. “Unless you know how to give a decent backrub.”
If Rumble was thinking rationally, he would probably have declined to help Scootaloo in this, or else have found another way to do it. But all he saw was an opportunity to spend more time in close contact with a cute pegasus.
“Um, I kinda do, actually.” Rumble rubbed the back of his neck.
“Seriously?” Scootaloo pushed herself up to look at him. “Where’d you learn that?”
“Watching Thunderlane give them to Blossomforth on the couch. I asked them what the big deal was one time, and he said ‘It’s a vital skill for any stallion who wants a mare to appreciate him’ or something.”
“In that case…” Scootaloo stood with a groan and tossed her towel onto the floor, spread it with her hooves, and lay back down on top of it. “Get to it.”
“Uh, sure, but…”
“But what?” Scootaloo didn’t look up.
“Well, to get your wings right, I’m gonna have to sit, well…”
Scootaloo sighed and waved a hoof. “Do what you gotta do, Rumble, I’m waiting for this backrub.”
Rumble nodded and swallowed, getting off of the bench himself and approaching her, red-faced, before sitting down straddling her rump. He leaned forward over her and couldn’t help but feel her every curve under him as he started working his hooves over her back, giving special attention to the bases of her wings.
“Wow,” he muttered, rubbing his hooves into her wing muscles.
“What?”
“Well, in part how tight they are. But mostly I think you’re more built than I am at this point.”
“I have to be. Remember, I suck at pegasus magic.” Scootaloo groaned. “Yeah, you know what you’re doing.”
Rumble smiled at the praise, and returned his focus to working the knots out of Scootaloo’s muscles. He did his best to stay relatively still on top of her, but he still had to move back and forth to reach her entire back, and pushing his hooves into her tighter muscles had him rocking back and forth a bit. Combined with how Scootaloo shifted and squirmed under him as he worked out the more painful points, he could feel her rump grinding against him almost constantly.
He tried to distract himself from the feeling by focusing on the task at hoof. He tried to turn his thoughts from the rump and flanks under him to the back and wings in front of him. The muscles he was working to relax. Looking over those muscles, he was again surprised by just how much Scootaloo had developed in the past couple of years. The lean muscles of an active youth had grown powerful and well-defined, befitting an athlete. Her now-toned body did nothing to harm her figure, instead accenting it in subtle ways. As he worked on her aches and strains, he kept finding his gaze following the line of a muscle over her body and down to one side or the other, and then picking up the contours of her frame to take in the shape of her body.
He bit his lip and turned his attention to her wings, trying to find something to forestall the stirring he was feeling between his own legs. But her wings were just as appealing on their own, their lines drawing his eyes over their length and down towards her body again.
He focused instead on her mane, then. It was still damp with sweat, after all, and hanging limp over her neck. It looked good on her, in a weird way. He found himself wondering what she’d look like with her mane totally wet, which lead to thoughts of her in the nearby showers. He stifled a groan as his will lost its battle with his libido, and he felt his shaft begin to grow from its sheath. He froze and started to pull back, only for Scootaloo to open one eye and turn just enough to look at him.
“Hey, you stopped,” she said. “Something wrong?”
“Um, uh,” he stammered. “No. Not really.”
Scootaloo shrugged and settled back down, and so Rumble cautiously resumed his massage, aware that his member was quickly reaching a full erection, but just hoping that, maybe, possibly she just might not notice it. After all, it was kind of sliding right up the middle of her rump, fitting between her cheeks, and just barely passing over her dock. There was a chance, right?
Of course, telling himself exactly where his shaft was just brought his attention to how near it was to her own nethers. He couldn’t help but imagine shifting backward just enough to line it up, and then pushing it into her right there on the floor, his front hooves still on her back holding her down, the small groans of relief turning into one loud moan of pleasure.
He managed to not whimper at the thought as his erection seemed to surge towards being achingly hard.
“Rumble?” Scootaloo asked, half-turning towards him again. “Hitting a bit low, aren’t you?””
This time, he froze up completely, his face beet red.
“That, um… My…” he mumbled, hanging his head and folding back his ears. “My hooves are still on your back…”
“Then what—Oh.” She turned further just as Rumble pulled away from her, and her face quickly became just as red as his. “Um.”
“Yeah…” He looked away. “Sorry.”
The two sat in awkward silence for a moment, Scootaloo’s eyes fixed on his throbbing erection and Rumble desperately trying to think of something to say to make the whole situation normal again.
“Maybe I should just—” he began.
“Is that from me?” she asked, shifting to look more closely at it.
“Um.” He froze again, then ran a hoof over his mane. “Yeah…”
“Seriously?” Her eyes moved up to his face. “You like me that much?”
“Well, to be fair, I’d kinda been grinding you for the past ten minutes,” he said, finally looking back at her again with a slight smile. “But… you know, you’ve got this whole kinda hot athlete thing going now. And I always kind of thought you were cute. Plus you’re just so intense about stuff, and it’s kinda awesome.”
“That’s a lot of ‘kind ofs’,” she said with a smile and a slight further reddening of her face. “But I’ll take the ‘awesome’, ‘hot’, and ‘intense’.”
“Heh. Kinda hoped you’d like those.” Rumble looked down and rubbed his neck again. “So, now what?”
Scootaloo was silent for a while, and just as Rumble was about to ask her if something was wrong, she interrupted his thoughts.
“You want to?”
Rumble looked up again at her words, stunned by what she seemed to be suggesting, but hoping he was right. She’d turned away, herself, and let her mane fall over part of her face, but what he could see had gotten even redder than his had been during this entire situation.
“Want to… what?”
“You know. It.” Scootaloo flicked her tail up to emphasise the word. “With me.”
“I, um… I…” Rumble was reduced to sputtering random sounds.
“I mean, if you don’t want to…” She lowered her tail slightly.
“I do! I definitely do. But…” He stood and took a cautious step towards her. “Will this be okay?”
Scootaloo shrugged and repositioned herself so her rump was towards him and raised it slightly. “I’m not in heat, if that’s what you’re worried about. And I can get a potion from Apple Bloom afterwards just in case. Plus it’s not like my parents care what I do, and yours seem like they’d be cool with it.”
“Well, yeah, but…” He ran a hoof along her back, from wing to flank. “I mean are we gonna be okay with it? Is it gonna make things weird between us?”
She shook her head and looked back at him. “You’re already my best colt friend. Why not make it coltfriend for real?”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why not? I mean, you hang out with me all the time, and we’re about to do this.”
“Isn’t that kind of out of order?”
“Maybe, but I do things the way I want, anyway.”
“That’s true.” He smiled and ran a hoof over her back again before returning to sitting behind her, but paused as he noticed her taking deep breaths with her eyes closed. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to relax. Apple Bloom says it hurts if you’re nervous, and, well…” She flashed him an awkward smile. “First time.”
“Yeah, me too…” He laughed under his breath and kept rubbing her back. “Thought I already had you good and relaxed before, though.”
“Yeah, you did.” Her ears perked up. “Hey, that’s an idea.”
“What?”
“Go back to what you were doing with the backrub. Then, when you’re ready… you know. Go ahead.”
“Yeah, alright. I think I can do that.” Rumble shifted, returning to the exact position he’d been massaging her before, his still-erect member pressed between her cheeks. She gasped slightly at the presence of his shaft against her as he took his place, and as he began rubbing up against her to continue his massage, any hardness he’d lost during their conversation returned full-force at the thought of what he’d be doing with her soon.
She definitely seemed more relaxed under his resumed ministrations, but he was just trying to hold out for as long as he could. It was another losing battle, though, and as he felt himself making the coat on her back slick with his pre, he knew he’d reached his limit.
“Scootaloo?”
“Yeah. Do it.”
She pushed her rump a bit higher and raised her tail fully while Rumble pulled back just enough to free his member, paused just a moment, and then thrust forward.
Scootaloo yelped and turned back to glare at him over her shoulder.
“A bit lower, Rumble,” she growled at him.
“Sorry, sorry!” He stumbled back onto his haunches, his erection bobbing under him. “I didn’t mean to! I was… I just… Itwasmyfirsttime!”
Scootaloo stared at him a moment, then snorted and rolled onto her back laughing.
“What?”
It took her a moment to calm down enough to answer. “Oh Celestia, we are bad at this.”
“Well, yeah…” He looked away and rubbed his foreleg with a hoof. “It is our first try. Do we… do we need to stop?”
“Rumble, come here.” She held out a hoof and waited for him.
When he stood and came close to her, she pulled him into a tight hug and pressed her lips to his. He was too shocked to react to the kiss at first, but after a moment regained enough of his senses to wrap his hooves around her as well and start returning her affections.
The kiss wasn’t the most romantic thing. It was awkward, as one might expect. They pushed together too forcefully. One would pull back and break away accidentally, then try to recover and catch the other unaware. They never seemed to part lips at the same time to push the kiss further. But it conveyed all the desire each felt, and that was all it really needed to do.
Finally, they broke away, panting and staring into one another’s eyes. Something during all of that, Rumble found himself atop Scootaloo, his hooves planted on either side of her, and her hind legs splayed under him, with her wings spread across the floor and his raised in excitement. He could feel the head of his shaft brushing against her wet and waiting opening.
Scootaloo leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the nose. “Rumble?”
“Yeah?” He bent down and gave her one back on her neck, which got a soft gasp from her.
“Good a time as any.” Her tail twitched from side to side. “Wanna stay like this?”
He shook his head. “Feels funny. Roll over.”
She smiled up at him, but didn’t say anything as she pulled her wings in and shifted under him, rolling back onto her stomach and pushing her rear up.
Rumble stepped back a bit and looked her over. The coat on her thighs was wet from her juices, her tail was raised, and her marehood was begging to be filled. She glanced back at him under her mane, a slight tint remaining on her cheeks, but she wore a comfortable smile. He ran a hoof down her back again, tracing the shape of her body, and stopped with it just above her cutie mark. He brought his other hoof to her opposite flank, and lifted himself up behind her, actually paying attention to where he was this time.
“Ready?” he asked.
She just nodded and flicked her tail back and forth.
Rumble closed his eyes and plunged his shaft into her depths, gasping at the sensation along with her. He had no idea it would be this wonderful—she gripped him tightly, but was so wet his member could slide freely within her. He pushed forward to his limits, being rewarded with tiny pants and gasps from her as he went further, then stopped and held himself there in her depths. He couldn’t believe how warm, wet, and tight it was. Even the realization that he was actually inside her like this was amazing on its own.
He drew back, shuddering at the feelings that enveloped his member, and thrust forward again, harder and quicker this time. Scootaloo moaned beneath him, and that sound became the new best part of what they were doing. He started thrusting into her repeatedly, working himself into a fast rhythm. His attention was on the noises she made as much as how it felt to rut her like this. He listened for every gasp, every moan, every cry she tried to muffle with a foreleg.
He slid his hooves up her back again, putting them just under her erratically-flapping wings and bending down to be nearer to her. He wanted this to last forever, but already he felt something tightening within him.
“Scoots…” he groaned. “Not gonna last…”
“Don’t care,” she gasped out. “I want it. Hard as you can.”
Rumble nodded and redoubled his efforts, putting all the force he could into each thrust without hurting either of them. Her groans and cries were even louder than before, and between them she would gasp out “yes!” and “please!” in time with his thrusts. But then he felt the tightness suddenly vanish and something gave way inside him. With one final thrust, he drove his shaft deep into her and cried out himself as he came, legs quivering as his seed poured into her.
Finally, he gave out, and fell on top of her, wrapping his hooves around her from behind and kissing up and down her neck between panting breaths.
Scootaloo groaned once more, then just smiled back at him and leaned back to enjoy the attention he was giving her.
Eventually, his breathing returned to normal, and his softening member slid out of her. She groaned at its absence, then settled back closer against Rumble.
“Sorry,” he said, pausing in his kisses to run a hoof along her barrel. “I don’t think that was as good for you as it was for me.”
She giggled and shook her head, then put a hoof over the one rubbing her. “I didn’t get off, if that’s what you mean, but…” She rolled over to face him, wrapped her hooves and wings around him again, and pulled him into another, albeit brief, kiss. “It was still great.”
“That’s good,” he said, and nestled against her.
But after a few minutes, she pulled herself away and stood up with a stretch.
“Where are you going?” he asked.
“You have to admit, we seriously need those showers now.” She stretched again. “By the way, that backrub really worked. I’m going to have to bring you along to help me out more often.”
Rumble pushed himself to his hooves as well. “That going to include more of this?”
She grinned at him. “You’re my coltfriend now, aren’t you?” she said, and started towards the shower.
“I guess you’ve got a helper, then.” He smiled back, shook his head, and started towards the other set.
Scootaloo stopped and looked at him. “And where are you going?”
“Um.” He stopped and blinked at her, then pointed a hoof at the shower entrance in front of him. “The other showers. Like we said earlier.”
“Seriously, Rumble?” She cocked her head to one side and stared at him. “You literally just held me down on the floor, rutted me, and blew your load inside. Do you honestly think we’re still using separate showers?”
“Oh. Um.” He rubbed the back of his neck again. “Point.”
“Yep. And besides.” She turned and stepped towards the shower again, but paused to lift her tail, showing him his cum still dripping from her nethers. “You might get a chance to finish the job.”
His eyes followed that sight until it turned the corner into the showers, and the he hurried to follow Scootaloo in there as well. By the time he caught up, she was already turning on a shower and stepping under the spray. Rumble followed suit, taking the one next to her. After a few minutes of silence, Scootaloo nudged him.
“Hey, get my back?” she asked, turning her back to him and sitting.
“Sure.” He wrapped the washcloth over his hoof and went to work.
Scootaloo responded with a happy sigh. “I’m starting to like your hooves on my back.”
“Heh. I hope so. Plan on having them there a lot from now on.” He went quiet for a moment after Scootaloo snorted at the bad come-on, and then spoke up again. “Hey, I’ve been wondering about something you said.”
“Yeah?” Scootaloo turned an ear toward him.
“How would Apple Bloom know about, you know, how it felt? Hasn’t she always been with Sweetie Belle?”
“For a long time, yeah, but she wasn’t her first. Her first colt was Snails.”
“Wait.” Rumble stopped scrubbing. “Snails? As in tall, dim, and yokel Snails? I thought she hated him.”
“I dunno. Maybe she was desperate. But her actual first was her cousin Babs, not that either of them talk about it. And…” It was Scootaloo’s turn to rub her neck now. “And come to think of it, they probably don’t want other ponies talking about it, either. So if you could just, like, forget I said anything about it.”
“Honestly, I’m only half-listening, so you’re probably good, there.” He went back to washing her back and wings.
“Uh-huh? Only half?”
“Well, I’ve got this awesome hot filly sitting in front of me, soaking wet, who actually looks really good with her mane down like this.”
“Is being told how awesome I am gonna start coming complimentary with every backrub now?” She smiled back at him.
“Keep being awesome and we’ll see.” He stepped back and let the shower rinse the soap from her coat.
Scootaloo let the water spray over her for a minute, then stood. “Turn around. Your turn.”
Rumble nodded and let Scootaloo take care of his own back, relaxing back against her hooves as she did. But he stiffened when he felt her hooves working their way down his flank.
“Aren’t you getting a bit low this time?” he asked, looking down at where she leaned around him.
“Yeah, but I’m checking something out.”
Rumble gasped as her hoof found its way to his shaft, which, while still soft, was once again extended from its sheath.
“Hm… getting there.”
“Yeah…” Rumble took a shuddering breath.
Scootaloo glanced up at him. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just… hurt a little. It’s a little tender, still.”
“Want me to stop?”
“No way.”
“Hm. Good call.” She started gently running her foreleg along the length of his member, watching in rapt fascination as it swelled back to its former thickness and grew to being fully erect. “Think you could go again?”
“Probably,” he said, breathing heavily.
“Good.” She let go of his shaft and stepped away, again turning to present herself to him. “Cause I want it.”
Rumble nodded and approached her, running a hoof up her flank and over her rump, trailing down over her dock and along her slit, making her groan at the contact. He smiled at the noise and pushed himself up to mount her again, pressing his shaft into her marehood more smoothly and surely this time now that he’d done it once before.
Scootaloo groaned again as he entered her, while he let out a short gasp himself. He once again pushed into her to his limit, then paused and ran a hoof along her side before tapping her. “Hey, Scoots?”
“Yeah?” She panted at his presence inside her as she looked back to him.
“Get closer.”
As she stretched back a bit further towards him, he leaned forward and met her in a kiss, not beginning to thrust into her until their lips had met. Unlike his fast, powerful strokes before, now he was content giving her shorter, gentler thrusts, enjoying the slower pace as she gasped into the kiss with each one.
Eventually, she had to pull away from the kiss, but threw her head back at Rumble’s continuing thrusts into her, allowing him to go back to kissing her neck again. He was still sensitive, and so kept the pace slower than their first time, but the noises she made between his shaft inside her and his kisses on her neck were driving him towards making it harder and faster again.
“Rumble, please…” she groaned out.
He let out a nicker and winced for a moment at how oversensetive he was, but still began driving harder into her, panting against her neck. He could already feel himself building up to another climax, but this time, he could hear her groans and gasps getting higher and louder as the went on, and felt her marehood squeezing his shaft tighter.
“You close?” he asked between heavy breaths.
“So close…” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
Rumble screwed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, pushing himself to the hard, rapid thrusts he’d managed before. He knew he was close, and he just wanted to make sure he got her to that point too, no matter how it felt for him. And it seemed to be working, as her gasps and cries were getting louder once again, until finally, she threw her head back hard and cried out in a wordless near-scream. Rumble joined her moments later, burying his groan in her neck as he came a second time, spraying his cum into her tunnel once again.
Her hind legs quivering, Scootaloo dropped to lying on the floor under him, slipping off of his shaft and allowing his last few spurts to splatter over her cutie mark. Panting, Rumble sank down beside her and put a wing and hoof over her.
“That time?” he asked, breathlessly.
“Yeah.” She nodded, just as weakly as him.
“Awesome.”
“Yeah. I know I am.”
Rumble laughed, then groaned and curled up a bit.
“You alright?” she looked back at him with concern in her eyes.
“Yeah… just so sensitive right now.”
“Sorry…” She kissed the leg draped over her withers and ran a hoof along it.
“It’s fine,” he said, starting to uncurl. “It felt amazing again.”
Scootaloo let out a contented hum, and the two lay there in silence for a moment.
“So, now what?” he asked.
Scootaloo looked up at the still-running showers. “We quit driving up Dash’s water bill, dry off, and go find a cloud to chill on for a while?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Just a few minutes later, the two were still damp, but heading for the door of the showers. They’d dry off in the sun, after all.
However, Scootaloo paused at the door. “Hey, Rumble?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for everything.” She kissed him on the cheek, and her face reddened again. “Love you.”
“I… uh.” He felt warmth in his own cheeks as his heart sped up again. It was weird how, after everything they just did, a few words were the part that really felt like the big deal. “Love you, too.”
Author's Note
Based (roughly) on personal experience.
This one... more or less came up randomly. I've always shipped Scootaloo with Rumble (cause let's admit it, that's just ThunderDash Junior) or Pip (the Princess Luna Fan Club, before she helped Sweetie out, too), but I'd never planned on writing them.
And since I alluded to it, but cut the rest of the explanation from that scene, here are the rest of the love lives of the former CMC: Apple Bloom hooked up with Babs at one point, but neither are particularly comfortable talking about it. Apple Bloom then had a brief fling with Snails, which she also isn't very proud of, but won't try to change the subject or anything, unlike the one with Babs. After she ditched Snails, Sweetie Belle was a rebound romance for her, but they broke it off after realizing Bloom's last two relationships were interfering with their own. However, Apple Bloom was Sweetie's first time during it. During this, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had progressed to being in a relationship, but had a fight and broke up. After leaving Tiara, Silver Spoon was seeing Sweetie, but that ended when Silver and Tiara made up and got back together. And then Sweetie and Apple Bloom got back together themselves and became a permanent item.
Through all of this, Scootaloo was ignoring what she considered "relationship drama" and focusing on a new training regimen put together by Dash and Twilight. For now, she's focusing on physical conditioning to build up her flight muscles, but Twilight is researching pegasus magic to determine if there's any way for a pegasus to increase her magical prowess the way a unicorn can. Rumble had been hanging out with Scootaloo more and more as she focused on her training, and that lead us to this point.
And this is why I set out to write a quick 1500-or-so-word clop scene and let it grow into a 4800-word awkward romance. I put way too much thought into this stuff.
