The Spunky Chicken

He peeled himself off the couch and, wincing at the results of his introduction to the joys of a horny Scootaloo, stumbled across the room and into the hall, where the mare herself was just coming out of the bathroom, clothed only in a swirl of steam.

She stopped as she saw him, then smiled. “Hey. I swapped the clouds out so the hot water's fresh. Want a minute, then I'll help wash your tail?”

As she stepped aside for him, he looked down at the body that had been pressed against his for the last while. The haze of lust had lifted, but even now, the sight of her made him twitch. Her breasts were still enticing, her sheath soft and alluring, and her smile warmed his chest. Then he felt a trickling reminder of what she had just finished doing and switched his tail down against his rump. “Uhh . . . yes. Good idea.” He hurried past her.

A few minutes later, the cloud-shower was running again and he was letting a grinning Scootaloo back into the bathroom. “Sorry,” she said. “Guess I forgot that it was your first time dealing with that. You all right?” At his nod, she picked up the soap and immediately nudged him into the stream of hot water. Pressing herself right into his front, she reached around his waist to begin working her fingers through his dock. “So. Was it good for you, too?”

Pipsqueak gazed down at her. “It's something I won't forget soon.” He put his own hands on her hips. If he looked straight down, he could see her sheath rubbing against his. “Neither is that.” It still didn't bother him at all. It could mean several things, but rather than panicking, he just let her glide against him. If it was something she liked and felt that good, she could do it.

Scootaloo looked down, then back up at him. “You know what you are,” she said, delicately wringing his tail out. “You're a Scootasexual. Doesn't matter what I'm packing, because you want it, don't you?” Surprised by her pointing it out, he tried to back up a step, but she held onto him and kept her body pressed against his. “Dude, you let me ride your ass on a whim! You don't go doing that if you're not really into the mare.” She shrugged. “Well, unless you like that sort of thing on your own, but I don't believe you even considered it at Sugarcube Corner before I put your hand there. When did you make up your mind?”

He let his breath out and his hips continued to sway with her kneading. “Oh, about the moment I saw you looking all griffin-may-care at the bowling alley,” he admitted. “Scoots, I know you're the kind of mare I like, because I can look at you and go, 'Yeah, I’d let her rail me like she was the Crystal Express'. And if you happen to have some mysterious reason that involves having a stallion's lower half, I don't care.”

“Yeah, and that’s my problem,” she said, giving a small snort and smacking the back of his thigh lightly. “You're still lusting after me, even after our little ride out there. I mean, you're cool and all, Pipsqueak, but you deserve a mare. And that's really what I like, too.” She gave another quick glance down. “Plus, you know, breasts. I really like breasts. Fuzzy breasts like mine. Breasts are awesome.” She traced one briefly, then she shuddered and closed her eyes as he palmed the other one and began kneading. “Oh, dude, come on.”

“What?” he asked. “Is this one time? 'A kiss, a dare, thank you, you pretty mare'?” He pulled Scootaloo closer and she hissed as she stood up on tiptoe to swipe her mouth against his. The kiss was hard and fierce and she put her weight behind it, backing him right up against the cloud wall.

Then she flapped her wings once and her legs were wrapped around his waist. “Let me remind you what it was. It was you agreeing to get me laid,” she pointed out, eye to eye with him, “and you were a great lay, Pips. I will always remember you for doing this. I even admire you for doing it. But your infatuation with me is going to fade. You aren't going to lie in bed at night and dream about cocky little me.” She raised an eyebrow. “If you know what I mean.”

He got his hands beneath her rump to hold her up. “Yeah, you may be right. It's hard to know how it would work. You're brash, I'm not; You're a speedster who spends half her life touring the country; I'm the colt who never goes anywhere or does anything interesting. Or anyone. Well,” he added, “Until about ten minutes ago.” Ignoring her derisive snort, he braced his forearm beneath her tail and cupped her neck with his other hand. “But am I really just a one-night stand?”

“You're welcome to be.” Scootaloo half-closed her eyes as he rubbed her. “I don't see them as a bad thing, because, y'know, it's not like I bang everypony. It's just been Sweetie Belle up until now. I trusted you with my secret, dude, just like I trust her or Applebloom. That's not a one-night stand, that's a lifetime commitment to keeping me safe. Because one day, somepony might find out who won't be so understanding or accepting. And I'm gonna need your help.” She brushed a wet fringe of her purple mohawk off her forehead. “It would be easier if I was just some sort of femme-y stallion. At least I could use the excuse that I just had a flat chest. But this is harder to explain.” Scoots wiggled her sheath against his. “Mmm. Forgive the pun.”

With his back against the wall, he looked at her. “Wait. It's not bad that we're only, uh . . .”

“Fuck-buddies,” she murmured, her voice imbuing the word with a certain amount of onomatopoeia. “it's the highest honour I can give a pony right now. Not one member of any of the racing teams in all of Canterlot knows I'm packing. Not one of the ponyrazzi knows. No. One. Knows. I can't imagine how many odds I've beaten to not be found out so far. I mean, I'm not huge and it's not easy to spot, but one of these days, my luck is going to run out. And I'm going to need friends I know. Not lovers, but friends. One-night stands won't attract as much attention as a relationship would, because those I can lie about.”

He sighed. “Scoots, it would be easier if you did decide to date me. No one would guess that you've got a sheath if you had a colt back home. Then no one would even ask about it.”

“I am NOT using you as camouflage!” she hissed. “It's unfair to you and it's unfair to your feelings.”

Both of them fell silent, just in time to hear a low cry from the other room, even over the sound of rainwater.

Scootaloo grinned. “Sweetie?”

“Yeah,” he said. “She, uh, said the third ones make her horn spark.”

Scootaloo climbed down off him and stroked her hands down his wet chest. “We should get out there, then.” She grimaced and changed her tone. “I'm not mad at you. I'm a little mad at myself for not being able to return those feelings you're having for me. I'm really all about mares.” She smiled. “You think you're going to help me by having a safe place set aside if I crash and burn. But I'd just rather my friends be there to help. I can always come home again.” Her fingers dug into his coat and he grunted as she gave a little tug on his chest tuft. “So, uh, one more for the road? I did say you made a fine mare. I can give you one more go.”

Pipsqueak gestured. “Won't we just end up back in here arguing some more afterwards?”

“Sure.” Scootaloo looked at him, then thumped him on the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“That uncertain look on your face. Don't you recognize a hypocrite when you see one?” She blew air out in disdain and mussed up her mohawk. “You're pretty good at being all sexy, okay? I like it, even if I don't really like colts. So let's go before I change my mind and hoof you out.”

The living room still smelled of sex and pony musk. A rather pleased and dazed-looking Sweetie Belle, her mane as mussed as Scootaloo's, had kissed them both and made her excuses to dash out briefly. Pipsqueak noted that she had indeed taken the time to flip the couch cushions, but he wasn't sure if it was smart to sit back down on them, given the indications of previous stains.

He looked at Scootaloo, who had put her hands on her hips and was frowning at the furniture as well. “Not so sexy afterwards, is it?”

“Eh.” She shrugged. “We can always mess up a cloud chair or something. No armrests is good for getting the kind of spread I like. But I really have to get those things dry-cleaned. I just keep forgetting.”

“And how long have you been an adult?” he asked, grinning.

“Shut up.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she flared her still-damp wings and spritzed him. “You want a patented Scootaloo-brand blowjob or what?”

Now Pipsqueak laughed. “Patented? Didn't you just give your first one half an hour ago?”

“Yeah.” She made a mad face at him, even as she stalked closer and put her arms around his neck, shimmying her breasts. “And I'll rip you out of your sheath if you tell anyone this, but you were kinda nice. So I want to do it again. And I want you to watch.”

“You,” he told her, holding her hips steady, “are just every mare's dream, aren't you?”

She smirked. “And you're a filthy Scootasexual. That's hot.” She bumped her sheath against his. “So, sit or stand?”

Pipsqueak groaned at the mental image of her going to her knees in front of him. This was the first time she'd even given him a choice, obviously trying to make up for her earlier rejection of his offer. Well, if this was the way she wanted things, he would just have to respect her wishes. “Kneel down, Scoots.”

Scootaloo wriggled as she obeyed. The sight of her looking up at him as she massaged his sheath was enough to bring him out and she quickly slid her palms along his length. “Dude, you're bigger than me. That's hardly fair.”

He sighed, not believing he was having this talk with her, especially with her down there. “Scoots, I'm pretty sure most stallions are bigger than you. Are you even going to tell me how it happened now? I thought you trusted me.”

“Oh, I do.” She kissed the underside of his cock, cupping his testicles. “I told you, too. The real reason's in there somewhere. I just think if you really knew, it'd be weird, that's all.” Her head came up and she slipped him into her mouth. “Mmmmph.”

The incongruity of that statement made his head spin, although that might have been her sucking. Like everything else she did, Scootaloo really didn't have a technique, but she made up for it all with enthusiasm and a fast learning-curve.

Her head bobbed up and down in his grasp and her cheeks hollowed as she blew him, nice and slow. She occasionally peeked up at him, watching his expression, hooding her eyes with each caress of her pony ears. She did shake off the occasional attempt to guide her head or to push her down further, but would acquiesce to a gentle thrust now and then, taking his cock as deep as she could before pulling back and mouthing him some more. While she kept one hand wrapped around his length, she would reach down with her free hand to stroke her own cock as it began to emerge once more.

Finally Pipsqueak's longing for her outweighed the pleasure she was giving him and he gave the tips of her ears a tug, making her purr against him and look up. “My turn, Scoots, huh?”

She chuckled and rolled from her knees to stretch out onto her side in front of him. “Oh, yeah? See something you like?” She traced her outline for him, arching her shoulders back.

A mare with whom he had already done things he was certain few stallions could have? A mare who preferred her own kind, even though she wasn't quite the same? A mare so stunning to his eyes that she could even make masturbating her own small cock a sight to behold?

Pipsqueak didn't say any of that. Instead he glanced behind him, then stepped into her kitchen, picked up one of the cloud chairs there, and brought it back to her. Setting it down, he sat and spread his legs open for her, patting his thighs. “Come on over.”

“~Come on over,~” she sang, a very large grin on her face as she picked up on his cue, “~come on over, baby . . .~” Showing that she should have been a dancer rather than a racing pony, she twirled up to her hooves gracefully. Sashaying over to him, she moved her hands to his shoulders and massaged him with deep circles of her thumbs. “You do love this cock, don't you?”

“If it's yours, then yes,” he said, looking up at her. “If it were on somepony like Applebloom, I'd be much more intimidated. Even if I haven't seen her breasts like everypony else in town.”

Scootaloo pouted and kneaded just a little bit harder, making him moan. “Awww, are you thinking about somepony else's breasts instead of mine?” She shimmied them. “I mean, hers are kinda awesome, but they're just as small. None of the Crusaders ever really got busty, though.”

Pipsqueak reached up to give one a squeeze, even as his other hand began stroking her cock. Her head went back with a pleased sigh and he grinned as he kissed her tip, making her hips tilt. “You're all so athletic,” he murmured, moving his hand to her thigh to cup and caress it. It was as thick as his chest, he would swear. “Look at you here; you're so muscled.” He licked her cock again and she swayed, caressing his cheeks with it as she began her pre-coital cooing.

“Suck it, babe?” she murmured. “I really like it when you do that.”

“I might have learned a thing or two a couple minutes ago watching you,” he joked, tracing the outline of her medial ring, before rubbing his chin against her.

Scootaloo moved her massaging up to his ears, her thumbs sliding hotly into the insides and beginning to stroke, making his head sway in her grasp. “Oh, have you?” she asked. “Was hurrying up and taking it in your mouth not one of them?”

Pipsqueak gave her another quick, firm suck, eliciting a groan from her. “I thought you wanted to enjoy this.” His stroking became a careful hand-over-hand pulling on her length before he gave in to her inevitable tugging and pleading little whinnies and let her thrust up into his mouth again.

“There you go, babe,” she said, sighing and working his ears good and hard. “Suck my cock, just like that.”

Scootaloo talked an awful lot when she was enjoying herself, but he had seen —and felt— when she was serious, she would shut up and let her hips do the talking instead. For her, it was all foreplay until it was time to dig in and go to work on whichever pony she was fucking. But her ear-rubs were sheer bliss.

Pipsqueak's sounds of pleasure were muffled around her as she fondled him, the pressing and tugs expertly bobbing him on her length and he took her slow thrusts again and again. Her breathy moans and explicit descriptions of how she liked his mouth had him so very hard as well.

It was possible that she planned on finishing off down his throat, given the way her hips were beginning to pop, but then she stood back and he got his first view of something other than a firm and fuzzy orange navel.

Scootaloo grinned down at him, her slick, firm cock curved up against her stomach. “Not bad, babe. So? Turn over for me?” She turned to reach for her lube bottle, but paused as she saw Sweetie Belle sitting on the arm of the couch with it in her hand. “Oh, hey, Sweetie. All good to go?”

“About as good as you are, apparently.” Sweetie Belle pointed out, stretching her hind legs and kicking her hooves. “You remember what Applebloom said, right? You slot one home in him, you have to give him a fair shot, too. Well, you came. And now it's his turn.”

She blinked and Pipsqueak could see the gears turning as that agreement she had casually waved off back at Sugarcube Corner came back to her. Her wince was impressive. “Oh. Uh . . .”

“No 'uh's, 'but's, or 'no way's, Scoots.” Sweetie Belle waggled the bottle at her. “You have an obligation.” And she sounded far too eager at the prospect. At the same time, Pipsqueak almost raised his hand, but hesitated. Sure, it was his body they had been playing with all night and he obviously had a say on if he would get to take Scootaloo's, well, rear end, as it were. But the least smart thing to do was to get between those two mares in this sort of situation.

“Aw, come on!” Scootaloo yipped. “I can just keep blowing him, can't I? It counts if he comes in my mouth.” She swished her violet tail, showing off that pert little rear that she obviously didn't want to give up. The backs of her legs were thoroughly muscled and the sight of them tapering up into her powerful glutes made him lick his lips.

“Not what you promised,” Sweetie admonished her. “You blew a load in him. He gets one in return.”

Scootaloo pouted and looked back at him. “No offense, dude, but I'm too awesome. I give cock, I don't take it. You were pretty awesome in taking it, though.”

He shrugged. “Thanks, I guess. But you're just going to leave me no choice in the matter? Not cool, Scoots.” It felt like the weirdest time to do this, when all three of them were naked, but he wasn't sure what she would do if she kept her insistence up.

She sighed, looking regretful. “All right. I mean, if it's not cool, that's not good. But you're gonna have to make me take it. And I'm not talking by some grand, romantic, sappy gesture. If I'm going to get cocked, there's gonna be a struggle. That okay?”

Grinning, Sweetie Belle shrugged and reached out, taking her friend by the shoulder to face her. “You're going to say no when you mean yes?”

Scootaloo shrugged. “That okay? If I really, really want to stop, I'll say . . . what, 'rainbow'? I can remember that if I have to.”

Sweetie glanced at Pipsqueak. “Pay close attention to what she says. She's trusting us again with this.”

He nodded. “Right.”

“Good. Now . . .” With her arms slipping around Scootaloo's shoulders, Sweetie tilted her head and took her in a long, drawn-out kiss, slipping her tongue past her lips. Slim breasts pressed against her chest, the two mares drawing close, even as Sweetie bumped her hips against Scootaloo's. It was a full-body kiss, one reserved for the most intimate of companions. And, as Scootaloo broke away and panted at her with her tongue fully lolling out of her mouth, Sweetie Belle stroked her fingers through her friend's violet tail and flicked it at Pipsqueak, winking.

With a nod, he reached out and caught the proffered tail to tug gently, the little mare thankfully not kicking out. She did give a tiny yelp and stumble backwards as he reeled her in, bringing her front right up against him again. “Hey!”

“Caught you,” he pointed out. “Scoots, I don't want to hurt you, or hold you back, or even tie you down. I mean, not yet. We just hooked up. So can I offer you a choice?”

She grumbled a little, but let him ruffle her tail, ears pricked and listening. “Go on, then. And make it good.”

Pipsqueak sighed and kneaded tenderly. “I'll be honest. You're beautiful and buff. Your thighs alone are worth a week of attention from any pony. And your breasts are a thing of beauty” He kissed her chest and tucked her tail up against her back, searching for the words that could hold her attention as Sweetie Belle silently moved up behind her. “And if it came to a real struggle, you'd overpower me easily. But I know you aren't going to hurt me, just like I'm not going to hurt you. Because I really, really want get you all spread out,” His voice dropped to a whisper, “you horny little mare.”

Scootaloo jerked in shock as her friend suddenly squeezed the bottle right up beneath her dock. “GAAAAAH!” She whipped about and glowered at Sweetie as lube coursed down the back of her thighs.

“What? It wasn't that cold.” Sweetie grinned and danced back out of reach.

Pipsqueak snagged Scootaloo by her tight hips and hauled her back before she could pitch a larger fit. His cock dipped between her legs to be drenched in lube, and she suddenly twigged to what was going on as the tip slipped right up beneath her tail and nudged her firm rear end. She wriggled, but her legs were eased apart by his knees between them and she glanced back at him as he lifted her tail for her. “Oh, no. No, no, no, dude.”

He nodded. “Oh, yes. Just think of this as part of the struggle. Is that okay?”

Scootaloo gave a nod and a tiny squeak, even as she made a half-hearted attempt to get away. But she was off balance and Pipsqueak had her by the waist again as she lashed her tail at him. Her hips were rolling, though, as he carefully brought her down. Then his cock was pressing between her legs and she was blushing at the feel of it. “Nngh . . . you're big. Oh, fuck, are you really going to put in me?” Her ears went back and she writhed, but couldn't stop the slow working back and forth as his thumbs kneaded her glutes.

“Yeah,” he murmured, lifting his hips a little more to press his tip into her dock, then down between her cheeks, where she was slickest, and she gasped a little as the head nudged into her. “Is this okay?”

“Y-y-yeah,” she gasped. “Get on with it. Make me a mare, huh?”

“Slowly,” he assured her. Her firm behind was hypnotizing him with its glide against his tip as she stroked him with her rump. Then everything lined up and the head of his cock sank into her. Her startled yip was matched by his pleased moan and she rocked forward off of him, only to be caught and brought back to be slowly penetrated again. “Uh-uh, Scoots. Not escaping. You good?”

“It's okay. I told you I wasn't going to give it easily,” she said, breathing harder. “But feathers, that just surprised me.” Then her grunt became a groan and her head hung down as she finally did give in, his cock easing into her ass. She panted and arched her back as she took another inch, with nowhere to go but down, although his rocking back and forth opened her up and gave her time to adjust and take it.

Another slow thrust and she was off-balance, her hands seeking purchase on his thighs. “Fuuuuck,” she moaned. “Can't believe I'm getting cocked.” Groping back, she shuddered as she sank down a bit more, then she was bottoming out on him with her hard thighs meeting his.

Sweetie Belle chuckled. “Oh, you should see her face right now. Her eyes are almost crossed.”

Scootaloo gave an exploratory squirm, her wings beginning to buzz as she moved, but Sweetie moved forward to put her hands on her friend's thighs, pressing her back down so she was completely hilted. “Nuh-uh. All the way.”

Her little whine was impressively sexy, and Pipsqueak held onto her waist as she leaned back on him, her head nearly against his shoulder. He kissed her cheek and gave her neck a bite. “You're on me, you pretty mare. I think I'll let you get used to my cock in your ass, then you're going to bounce.”

Scootaloo's whine increased. “Awwwww. That's my thing! Can't I do all fours or something?”

Sweetie Belle kissed her throat, sitting on her other side. “Sit, Scoots. You're hot like this. No rainbows?”

Her ears waggled, as any talk of awesomeness or hotness increased her odds of liking it. “Nooo. . . it's cool.”

“So sexy,” he assured her, stroking her as he rolled her hips on him, letting her feel just how full she was. She was tight but sopping, thanks to Sweetie literally squirting her up the ass. “Just sit there and take it.”

“Since when do you get to be all 'take my cock, Scootaloo'?” she growled, adding a little roll to her hips, her hooves off the ground since her hind legs were hooked over his. She was caught and she knew it, but she was taking her turn, no matter how much she grumbled. Her safeword was still unused.

Pipsqueak eased up on his grip, lifting one of her legs by the back of the knee, then the other, spreading her open. “Ready? I'll be gentle.” He had no upper body strength that matched hers, so it wasn't like he would be able to give it as good as she did, but that wasn't quite the point. The pose made her lean all the way back against him to fight for balance and she lifted her arms to loop them around the back of his neck.

“You'd better be.” She made some soft noises as she was jounced lightly. “Bastard,” she mumbled, then her eyes widened. “OHH!” Her cock twitched and her mouth fell open. “Whoa. Right there. Do that again?”

Sweetie shifted with interest. “Ooh, what did you do?”

“He's . . . ahhh . . . felt sooo good. AHH!” Scootaloo whined, lifted up slightly, then slid down and the same noise came from her as Pipsqueak's cock nuzzled her prostate once more. He hadn't planned on it, either. She was just at that angle and was squirming atop him as he thrust. “Fucker's so full in me . . . UNGH!” Her cock bobbed, nearly streaming with arousal, and she couldn't lift a hand to hold herself. His pumping was hitting her in the right spots and she was responding to it with a nearly rock-hard erection.

She looked over at him. “How about a hand?” she begged, squeezing her own linked fingers behind his neck.

Pipsqueak kissed her. “Then I'd have to let you go and you wouldn't be getting this as good as you are.” He gave her another push and she stifled her yelp as the now-constant trickle from her cock reached his groin. He finally did let her knees go, as his arms weren't strong enough to keep a body like hers contained forever, but he did pull her knees apart to keep her open on him,

She moaned as she looked down at herself and saw how much she was spread, then glanced over at Sweetie Belle, who was just grinning and watching her. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. I think you're gonna get off on your own, even without my help,” she said, lounging back casually.

“I hate both of you,” Scootaloo hissed, then her cock twitched again and she nearly cried at the sustained pressure of Pipsqueak tugging her hips right down on him, his cock pressed into her suddenly-tender prostate. It made her buck and stream more arousal down her own cock. “AAAAH!”

Her noises and her tightness had him nearly throbbing, his pulse hammering in his groin as Scootaloo rocked on him and he watched her rump grind. He could only breathe harder and thrust into her as she rode his cock, but then he felt the beginning of the end for him. “Gonna come, Scoots. Gonna come hard.”

Her ears flicked back and she gave another growl, as if to try to ward off what she was sensing, but Pipsqueak coaxed her into surrendering, reaching around to begin pumping her cock. She was still streaming, shocking him with how slick she was as she bounced up and down, her hard thighs slapping his. She'd taken over the ride somehow, sometime before and was now bucking like the little bronco she was.

“Oh, yeah, stroke my cock,” she panted, using her legs to clench and grind. “Been making me moan with yours long enough.” Scootaloo tossed her head and her wings flared as if she were lifting off, but then was tugged back down to settle on his cock and she yelped as she felt him flare inside her suddenly.

“Oh, you bastard! NNNNGH!” Scootaloo arched her shoulders, panting hard as he groaned and filled her with his first hot, full spurt of cum. Her cock schlicked in his grasp, her body almost milking him as he pushed her hard towards her own climax. "Ugh, you utter bastard," she moaned as he kept coming inside her, obviously feeling the spurts. "Just fucking coming in me like that." A soft cup and pull on her length made her yelp and roll her hips as she took another hot gush.

As Pipsqueak grunted and finished off in her ass, Scootaloo gave an anticipatory sob and he felt her own cockhead flare, so he tucked her length up against her stomach and held it there as she squirmed on him. Her indignant yelp at the first spurt that soaked her coat and spattered through his fingers made him just thrust up against her, even though he was spent.

She came good and hard against her own body and his hand, riding it out like a little champ. Then she finally slumped back, panting. There was a pause as she collected herself, then, rather than cuddle back into him, she wriggled off and stood there, half of her front completely bedraggled and dripping with the evidence of her orgasm. Her thighs and tail dripped with the evidence of his orgasm, and she scowled at him in the most intense and erotic fashion as her chest heaved. “Dude. Not cool. Sure, I deserved it, but not cool.”

“Of course not. It was hot,” Sweetie Belle explained from over on the couch, where she'd obviously taken shelter outside the blast radius. “Are you sure you have enough spare clouds for that much cum?”

Scootaloo snorted and gently swatted Pipsqueak's hand away. “I'm getting this out of me. Feel free to follow, if you want. As for you, Sweetie, go get yourself off again or something.” She ignored Sweetie Belle's giggle and stomped from the room.

The little white mare put her chin in her cupped palm and grinned at him. “Good one, handsome. I think she liked that.”

Pipsqueak tried to catch his breath. “That's . . . pretty athletic. Should have just let her drop onto her hands and knees.” Scootaloo was a Pegasus, which meant she was lighter than the average pony, but she was also rather built, which meant she was a rather solid mass in her own right. Overall, he would have thought harder about taking up her offer for all fours.

“Yes, you should have thought of that before hauling her in.” She rolled over and kicked her hooves. “Ooomph.” Tilting her head back, Sweetie Belle gazed upside down at him. “I'd offer you a go on me, but I think it should wait until next time. If we even have a next time. She might wig out over this and ban us both from her bedroom.”

“We never reached the bedroom,” he pointed out, wincing as he pried himself off the couch. “How did that even happen?”

“She never lets anypony back there. She thinks it's too icky and lovey-dovey romantic if she takes somepony to bed.” Sweetie Belle shrugged. “As opposed to mounting them and making them shriek in orgasm, I guess.” She waggled her fingers at him in a mock little jazz-hands display. “Go hash out your relationship with the little spitfire, okay? I'll be here.”

Sighing, Pipsqueak limped once more towards Scootaloo's bathroom. He hoped this wasn't going to become a thing between the two of them. He'd be waterlogged if he had to have any more conversations beneath steaming-hot showers.

At his knock, Scootaloo opened the door, reached out and hauled him bodily into the room, shoving him beneath the water once more. “It's a good thing cloud homes don't dump their drainwater,” she said, yanking the cold-water chain and standing there, grinning as he yelped and danced away from the sudden shock. “Or everypony would know that there's sexy times going on.” Taking pity on him, she re-adjusted the temperature. “But I'm going to need to do soap-shopping after this. I wasn't expecting to even have company today.” She winced as she dug into her stomach, sluicing her own cum off beneath the spray. “Fuck, I haven't been that hard in ages. You cocked me pretty good.” She looked up at him. “And I'm sorry.”

“For what, not thinking that you'd get a turn?” he asked. “It's okay. We worked it out. Besides, you were the one who wanted one for the road.”

“Just didn't think it'd be my road you paved.” Scootaloo flicked her tail and made a face. “It wasn't fair to you and I am sorry about it. Just don't let word get out I'm good at taking it up the ass, mmkay?”

He chuckled and took his time cleaning up as she did her best to discover all the nooks in which she'd gotten sticky. Eventually she gave up and turned around to present herself for his help. He was more than happy to get his hands on her firm glutes once again. “I know it doesn't change anything, but you said I had made a lifetime commitment once I knew your secret. I can handle that.”

“Oh, sweet. Just don't tell the future Mrs. Squeak if she wonders why the five-time Air and Land Racing champion keeps hiding in your foals' treehouse. It'll be one of my safehouses after Sweet Apple Acres and whichever branch of Rarity's Boutique is closest if somepony ever discovers that I'm more than just a mare.” She sighed as her tail lifted and he washed her croup.

“What, no Rainbow Dash's house?” he asked. That struck him as the obvious first choice of shelter for her.

She shook her head. “I'd have to tell her, then. And she'd want me to get ahead of it and be honest with ponies and the whole thing. Being Rainbow Dash is all about everypony knowing you're awesome. But being Scootaloo means knowing you're awesome and not having to keep telling everypony that.” She preened a little. “Although, if the future Mrs. Squeak is cute enough and interested, she's welcome to learn for herself. You can take the foals out to the movies or something.”

Pipsqueak snorted. “Just remember to flip the couch cushions before we get back.”

She chuckled, but then sighed as he moved closer and soaped up her dock, just like she had done for him. “Dude, right there. That's the spot.”

“So,” he said to her, “You've had your colt as a mare. You've gotten taken like the mare you are, and you had a mare like you said you prefer. Productive day?”

“Yep, and I went bowling and got free ice cream out of it. Pretty good day,” Scootaloo admitted. “I'll say it again: You're a good colt and you made a fine mare for me.” She stretched up and kissed his cheek. “And if I ever had a choice, I'd let you make me a mare again any day.” Then she grimaced as he massaged the base of her tail. “Just . . . not right away. Also, I am trusting you. Don't let me down with this. I have leg muscles that will squeeze you until you cry. And I have friends with leg muscles that will make you scream.”

Pipsqueak let out a breath. “If that ever does happen? Can you make sure the last thing I see is Applebloom with her shirt up and taunting me? I can't die without having seen what everypony else has.”

She slugged him in the shoulder. “It's supposed to be punishment, not a last lingering look at a hot mare.” Slithering out of his grasp, she reached for a towel. “I'm starting to get pruney. Let's see if Sweetie Belle's found your briefs. They've probably gotten kicked under the couch. If we can't find them, I have some boxers that might fit you.” Her eyebrows went up. “Oooh, hang on. That would just be perfect. A pretty marecolt like you wearing a coltmare's boxers. A little souvenir to remember me by, huh?”

He stared at her. “You are a kinky little thing, aren't you?”

Scootaloo giggled. “Oh, yeah.”

Five minutes later, he was sitting on the couch, looking suspiciously at Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo was in her bedroom, selecting a pair of boxers for him. “Are you sure they aren't wadded up in the pocket of your shorts or something?

Sweetie Belle looked as innocent as a filly who had just finished Twilight Time, rather than a mare who had enthusiastically ridden his face just half an hour earlier. “Do these pockets look like they could hold anything wadded up?” She got up and spun around, showing off her slim shorts.

Pipsqueak briefly suspected they were tucked in her waistband beneath her shirt, but investigating would most likely involve something more than a simple shirt-flip and he didn't have the energy for another round with either mare at the moment. He would just accept Scootaloo's help, then take them off as soon as he got home and she could have them back the next time he saw her.

Scootaloo sauntered back in, wearing just her boxers and one of her black dress shirts with all the buttons undone. Naturally, she hadn't put her bra back on. Her hands were empty, too.

“Didn't find them, did you?” he asked, half-sarcastic.

“Nope. But you can have these.” Putting her thumbs in her waistband, Scootaloo pushed her underwear down her legs and stepped out of them. “Here, fresh off the mare.” She kicked them up onto a finger and held them out to him. “Just the way you like it.”

Well, perhaps it wouldn't hurt to wear them for a little longer.

FIN