Things That Go Bump in the Night
Of Vamponies and Weretimberwolves
Things That Go Bump in the Night
“So, how do I look?”
Oh, now that was a question. That was a question, and Scootaloo wracked her mind for an answer that didn’t involve Sweetie Belle’s eyes, the curve of her flank, or the slight flush in her cheeks from either warmth or nervous embarrassment, perhaps both. And then, of course, there was the costume, though calling it that seemed unfair.
Black velvet hugged against her body, the cloak contrasting against her snowy fur and accentuating every contour in a way Sweetie Belle probably didn’t even realise. Tiny plastic fangs poked out of her mouth, not quite long or sharp enough to be intimidating and instead giving her an impossibly adorable appearance.
Summing all that up in a single sentence was far beyond Scootaloo’s capability.
“You look terrifying,” she said.
“What!? No, really?” Sweetie’s mouth scrunched up. “I wasn’t trying to…”
It took all the inner-strength Scootaloo had to stop a smirk from breaking out.
“Is it the fangs?” Sweetie asked, a hint of rising panic in her voice. “It’s the fangs, isn’t it? Should I get rid of them?”
Scootaloo placed a hoof gently on Sweetie’s shoulder, and her fur was warm. “You look great, I was just messing.”
And the smile that lit up on Sweetie Belle’s face made Scootaloo’s heart skip a couple of beats. “Thanks Scoots. You do too.”
Scootaloo knew for a fact that wasn’t true – her grand scheme of not thinking about Nightmare Night until yesterday had left her with a thoroughly half-hearted attempt at a weretimberwolf which amounted to little more than some taped on sticks – but she appreciated it all the same.
“What?” asked Sweetie Belle, shifting uncomfortably.
Scootaloo shook her head, trying to throw out the thoughts of jumping Sweetie, throwing her cloak aside and-
“Nothing,” she said.
And, unable to resist any longer, Scootaloo leapt forwards and kissed her marefriend, pulling Sweetie tightly against her. Sweetie Belle squeaked in surprise, quickly muted by Scootaloo’s efforts, and her cheeks burned bright red when they broke apart.
“Scootaloo! You said you were gonna warn me next time you did that!”
Scootaloo grinned. “Aw, that’s no fun. How else am I supposed to make you blush like that?” Her wicked smile widened. “I mean besides the obvious.”
Before Sweetie could respond (although her cheeks had already grown about three shades darker), the door of the clubhouse crashed open.
“Howdy lovebirds!”
Apple Bloom strode inside, wrapped from head to hoof in bandages with only her eyes, mouth, and ponytailed mane sticking out.
“Who are you supposed to be?” asked Scootaloo. “The toilet paper monster?”
Apple Bloom swatted her on the nose. “Ha ha. I’m a mummy, Scoots, and that’s way more obvious than yours. You look like you’re tryin’ to be a tree.”
“That’s what I said!” Sweetie Belle piped up, only to shrink back at Scootaloo’s glare. “Uh, I mean…” She trailed into silence.
Apple Bloom let Scootaloo glower for a few moments more before grabbing her in a bone-crushing hug. “Aw, cheer up Scootaloo. I’m sure Sweetie Belle loves trees!”
And to think they’d thought Apple Bloom would react badly when they told her.
They’d been so nervous, sitting in their favourite milkshake bar, the one they’d loved since they were foals, their drinks going completely untouched.
“And what if she starts crying, Scoots?” Sweetie had asked, lip trembling. “I can’t do that to Apple Bloom.”
Scootaloo had held her hooves, ever the brave one, even though inside her stomach had been trying to get three sizes smaller. “Come on, Sweetie, Apple Bloom’s not like that. Right?”
Sweetie Belle had nodded, still looking unsure. And of course it was Scootaloo that had to say it, once Apple Bloom had arrived and they’d dispensed with the small talk.
“Apple Bloom, we want to tell you something,” she’d begun, and her friend had turned to her curiously. “We, uh… I mean, Sweetie and I are…” Quickly, Scootaloo. Like pulling off a band-aid. “Sweetie and I are marefriends!”
There was a dreadful silence. Sweetie’s hold on Scootaloo’s hoof under the table tightened.
And then Apple Bloom finally spoke. “Duh.”
Sweetie Belle had immediately launched into blabbering. “It’s not like we’re still best friends or anything, or that we don’t want to hang out anymore, or that- wait, what?”
“I said ‘Duh’,” Apple Bloom repeated, grinning broadly. “Y’all think I haven’t noticed my best friends making moon-eyes at each other for the past few months? I’m only disappointed it took ya this long to tell me.”
Now it was Scootaloo’s turn to blush. “We thought you’d…”
“Thought I’d what? Be upset?! Jeez, come on guys. What the hay kinda friend would I have to be to act that way?”
“We didn’t mean it like that!” Sweetie insisted.
“I know, and don’t y’all worry. I forgive ya. That is, on the condition that you two buy me the biggest dang milkshake this place has to offer.”
Scootaloo and Sweetie had exchanged glances, and then answered in unison. “Deal.”
And, thought Scootaloo as Apple Bloom’s hug threatened to break ribs, that really had been the end of it. Afterwards it was like nothing had even happened, and it wasn’t as though jealousy had been an issue. In fact, when they’d broached the subject Apple Bloom burst into raucous laughter.
“Sorry girls,” she’d answered in between giggles, “but I’m afraid I prefer a little more between the legs than y’all have to offer.”
When she finally released Scootaloo from her vice-like grip, Apple Bloom gave them both a terrifying grin. “Alright now, are ya both ready?”
“Yeah, I guess…” Scootaloo hesitated. “Are you sure about this, Apple Bloom?”
“We got invited, right?”
“But it’s Diamond Tiara. Who know what she’s planning?”
“A dang good party,” Apple Bloom replied, “and everypony’s going.”
“I know, I know. I just can’t help but think she’s up to something.”
“Aw, Scoots, don’t tell me you’re-”
Scootaloo’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Don’t even say it, Bloom.”
Apple Bloom lifted a hoof in surrender. “Alright, alright. But seriously, Rumble’s gonna be there, and I think I might actually have a chance to get somewhere with him tonight. You’re not gonna make me deal with Diamond all my own, are you?”
And then Apple Bloom did the thing. Scootaloo hated it when she did the thing. Most ponies stopped being able to do it once they grew too old to still be called foals, but Apple Bloom apparently never got the message. Her eyes grew big and wide, seeming to almost double in size as her bottom lip jutted out in a trembling pout. It was the most pathetically adorable expression in existence, and Apple Bloom had always been able to wield it to devastating effect. Tonight was no exception.
“Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo asked, already knowing the answer.
“Well, we’re all dressed up now.”
Some of us much better than others.
Apple Bloom immediately snapped back to her bright-eyed self. “Thanks girls, I knew I could count on you!”
“Yeah, yeah,” grumbled Scootaloo. “Let’s get going already, we’re gonna be late.”
***
Despite everything, Scootaloo had to admit that Diamond Tiara really could throw a pretty good party. One of the perks of being excessively wealthy, she supposed.
The driveway leading up to their house was flanked on both sides by an army of pumpkins carved into grimacing sneers, each more extreme than the last. The house itself was covered in all sorts of Nightmare Night paraphernalia, from countless plastic bats hanging from the porch to frankly excessive volumes of fake spiderwebs that covered as much of the house’s exterior as was physically possible. It was totally cheesy, of course, but as a long-running fan of Nightmare Night, Scootaloo knew that was kind of the point.
Nobody wanted to actually be scared – the entire holiday was a campy mockery of horror, and Scootaloo loved it that. Few holidays were unabashed about their tackiness; Nightmare Night revelled in it.
Even the doorbell’s magic chime had been replaced with a ‘spooky’ vampire laugh.
Sweetie Belle blinked in surprise after she pressed it. “Wow, they really went the extra mile, huh?”
“Hmph,” was Scootaloo’s only reply, and Apple Bloom sighed.
“Cheer up, Scoots. It’s not like ya even have to talk to Diamond.”
“You guys don’t even know. It’s not my fault she never managed to stop being a massive bitch to me.”
“It’s ‘cause you’re just as bad as she is,” Apple Bloom replied. “The way you talk to her it’s no wonder you’re always arguing.”
“That’s not entirely fair,” piped up Sweetie. “Scootaloo never starts it.”
“Maybe not,” said Apple Bloom, “But she don’t exactly finish it, either.”
Before Scootaloo could voice her indignation, the door creaked open. Diamond Tiara herself peered out at the three of them, her face half obscured by a Phantom of the Opera mask, a long cloak trailing behind her.
“Oh, it’s you. Come on in then.”
They stepped over the threshold, leaving the cold night air behind as they entered the well-lit hall. The party was already well underway, costumed ponies filling the house with the sound of lively conversation and laughter that suggested most of them had had a little too much to drink.
“Make yourselves at home!” Diamond said, smiling in a way that Scootaloo thought couldn’t have been more fake if she tried.
“Alright then,” said Apple Bloom, once Diamond had left them to it, “I’m gonna see if I can find Rumble. I’ll catch y’all later, right?”
“Sure,” said Scootaloo, and with that Apple Bloom was gone, disappearing into the midst of the partygoers.
“I wasn’t expecting so many ponies to be here,” said Sweetie.
“Yeah. Apple Bloom was right about that, at least."
“Hey, so I thought I saw Twist over there.” Sweetie Belle pointed at a bunch of ponies clustered on the upstairs balcony. “Wanna come say hi with me?”
“In a minute, I wanna try and find a drink first. You want something too?”
“Sure! See you in a bit.” She left Scootaloo with a brief but warm peck on the cheek.
Never too intimate in public, that was something they’d both agreed on. Especially because even that little kiss was enough to put a huge grin on Scootaloo’s face as she wandered through the throngs of ponies, towards a large table at the back of the room that she could only assume held the drinks.
Unfortunately, standing beside it was the pony Scootaloo least wanted to see, and Diamond snickered as she approached.
leave it alone, leave it alone, leave it alo-
“What’s so funny?” Scootaloo snapped.
“Well, you are,” replied Diamond, her smile twisting into a sneer. “”Since when were trees a Nightmare Night costume?”
“I’m a weretimberwolf,” said Scootaloo, levelly, her eyes narrowed.
“Really?” Diamond fluttered her eyelashes. “You better tell everyone then, because they won’t get it otherwise.”
Scootaloo growled, half-wishing she actually was a timberwolf so she could leap at the uppity mare and tear her apart. “Yeah, well the Phantom of the Opera was a stallion,” she spat back.
Diamond’s smirk quickly fell into a frown. “I know that, stupid. I can dress up as a stallion if I want.”
Oh, she’d fallen right into that one. Scootaloo grinned. “You sure can. I didn’t realise you were into that kind of thing, but whatever floats your boat, Diamond.”
And the dark scowl that graced Diamond’s features made this entire party worth coming to.
Leaving Diamond in her dust, Scootaloo stepped past and continued towards the drinks table. She stopped abruptly when Diamond spoke again.
“Of course, I’d have thought you’d be more comfortable playing the stallion, Scootaloo.”
Scootaloo turned, hating herself for letting Diamond do it to her. “What?”
Diamond grinned wickedly. “Or is Sweetie Belle the one that’s into that?”
It took all of Scootaloo’s willpower not to lunge at Diamond right then and there. The only thing that stopped her was knowing it was exactly what Diamond Tiara wanted.
“Still, she doesn’t seem like the type,” Diamond continued. “You, though? I had you pegged as a filly-fooler right from the start.”
filly-fooler
Scootaloo hated that phrase. She still kept her mouth shut, though, knowing that whatever came out of it if she let it open would be so full of vitriol that Diamond would be almost justified in throwing her out. In fact Scootaloo was pretty sure that was what she was trying to do.
“But finding out about you and Sweetie surprised me. I mean, she had that thing with Rumble, right?”
A very brief thing, Sweetie had assured Scootaloo and Apple Bloom. And nothing had actually happened between them. Don’t say anything, just walk away. Just walk away, Scootaloo.
“You have to wonder, though, don’t you?” Diamond’s grin was bordering on maniacal. “Sometimes you wonder, right? You’re her best friend – maybe she just doesn’t want to let you down.”
“Shut up, Diamond.” Scootaloo spoke through gritted teeth.
“Oh, sorry, did I hit a nerve?” Diamond giggled. “The thought must have crossed your mind, then.”
“I said shut up.”
Diamond did not. “It’s a pretty common thing, you know. Agreeing to date somepony out of pity. Shame, really, Sweetie could do so much better.”
Scootaloo was visibly shaking now. “You better shut it Diamond, ‘cause I’m this close to shutting it for you.”
The earth pony shrugged. “Fine, fine. Ask yourself one more question, though. When you kiss her, does she kiss you back?”
Diamond Tiara was gone before Scootaloo could even begin to process a response.
***
“Scootaloo?”
Scootaloo barely reacted to Sweetie Belle’s voice. It had taken a long time for her to be found, sitting on an outside bench tucked in the corner a little ways from where the party had spilled out into the garden.
“Hey Sweetie Belle.”
“What happened to that drink?”
Scootaloo shrugged. There were three empty cans beside her, and another clutched in her hoof.
Sweetie dropped down next to her with a soft thump. “You’ve been talking to Diamond Tiara, haven’t you?”
“How can you tell?”
“You have that face on. The one that says ‘I’m really annoyed and I don’t want anyone to know I am’.” Sweetie smiled. “You know you shouldn’t let her get to you.”
“I know.”
“So what’d she say?” Sweetie asked, sidling a bit closer.
“I can’t remember.”
“Uh-huh.” Sweetie hooked a forehoof over Scootaloo’s shoulders, and Scootaloo had to resist the urge to shrug it off. “You realise I know when you’re lying, right?” she asked. “And you’ve never been very good at it anyway. What did Diamond say to you, Scoots?”
Scootaloo suddenly sat up straight. “Hey, Sweetie Belle, can we kiss?”
“...huh?”
“Can we kiss? I need to see something.”
Sweetie’s hoof fell away, leaving cold in its wake. “This isn’t funny, Scootaloo.”
“No, I’m not joking, I just need to-” And then Scootaloo darted forwards, pressing her lips against Sweetie’s, desperate for even the slightest hint that could throw Diamond’s comments into the dirt. And although her mouth was soft and welcoming, Sweetie herself tensed up at the contact, freezing in place. She didn’t move. She didn’t kiss back.
Scootaloo’s heart shattered.
Sweetie Belle must have seen it happen, must have seen the way Scootaloo crumpled in on herself, as if she could curl so tightly into a ball she’d disappear. Before Sweetie could say anything the pegasus leapt up and dashed out of the garden. She didn’t look back, and she didn’t see the confused and hurt expression on the mare she’d left behind.
***
The sticks made satisfying clunks against the wall of the clubhouse as Scootaloo tore them off her costume and threw them away. At first she’d done so angrily, casting them aside. Now, though, she’d settled into a melancholic rhythm, each clunk just another dull, empty sound against the wood. She didn’t know what she’d do when she ran out of sticks. Perhaps she’d just pick up all the ones she’d thrown and start again.
She hadn’t lit the candles, sitting in the dark, the wooden clunks her only company. Diamond had been right. Despite all Scootaloo wanted to believe, Diamond had been right, that bitch had been right and Sweetie Belle hadn’t kissed her back.
And now Scootaloo couldn’t even think of a time when she had. Yes, they hadn’t been together all that long, but it shouldn’t be so hard, should it? Surely it shouldn’t be so hard to remember something like that.
Scootaloo shivered. A cold wind had started to sneak through the cracks in the boards that made up the clubhouse’s walls, chilling her to the bone, and Scootaloo let it. Through all the years they’d had it, the clubhouse had always gotten cold easily. It was the main reason there were so many blankets strewn about the place, but tonight Scootaloo left them be, letting the chill air make all her fur stand on end and the feathers on her wings tighten.
“Scootaloo?”
Scootaloo jumped. She hadn’t heard the door open, or the soft hoof-falls as the pony moved closer, and so when Sweetie’s voice came from right behind her she was taken completely by surprise. “Are you going to keep ripping your costume apart, or can we talk?”
Clunk.
But it was the last throw Scootaloo had the energy for, and after the stick hit the floor she slumped down and let Sweetie plant herself beside her again.
“It was a shit costume anyway,” said Scootaloo, bitterly.
“I thought it was creative. Mine’s just a cloak and fangs, you put way more effort in than I did.”
“I look like a tree.”
“Well, I mean... only a little bit.”
Scootaloo smiled when Sweetie giggled. Even as she ached, she smiled.
“Are you gonna tell me what Diamond said, now?” asked Sweetie, after a time, “or are you going to make me squeeze it out of you?”
Scootaloo shrugged. It didn’t seem to matter now, anyway.. Not after Sweetie had proved she was right. “She said you were only with me because you didn’t want to let me down. She said to kiss you and see if you kissed me back.”
Sweetie sat there, staring wide-eyed, but Scootaloo wasn’t finished.
“But I’ve decided it’s fine,” she said, not believing a word. “Go find a stallion, if that’s what you want. I don’t want you to be unhappy, Sweetie Belle.”
There was a moment of silence, and then against all odds Sweetie Belle began to laugh. Now it was Scootaloo’s turn to be taken aback, her friend’s tinkling giggles almost making her smile, even through eyes that were beginning to mist up.
“Oh, Scootaloo,” said Sweetie, once she’d calmed down enough. “I told you not to let her get to you.”
“But-”
“Is that really what you think? That I’m not with you because I want to be?”
Scootaloo shrugged again. “When I kissed you, you barely reacted. I just thought-”
“Duh! I’ve told you, you always surprise me when you jump me like that. I mean you didn’t even finish your sentence that time, how was I supposed to know what you were going to do?”
“But-”
“Scootaloo, shut up.” Sweetie’s command wasn’t harsh, or cruel. It was said with a smile, and a shake of the head; a recommendation for Scootaloo to quit while she was behind, though Scootaloo couldn’t help but feel she’d missed the joke somewhere. Sweetie Belle took out her fangs. “Look, I don’t know if words are going to persuade you, so…”
And then Sweetie Belle jumped her. Her lips pressed tightly against Scootaloo’s, soft and loving, and for a second Scootaloo froze, tensing up just as Sweetie had done in the garden. But unlike the garden, Sweetie didn’t stop, continuing the deep kiss until Scootaloo relaxed into the embrace Sweetie had pulled her into. Their lips parted, stealing each other’s breath away so that when they finally broke apart, both of them were panting.
“Does it feel like I kissed you back now?” asked Sweetie, with a grin.
Scootaloo could only nod, a warmth rising in her face as she saw the same blush in Sweetie Belle’s.
“Good. I love you, Scootaloo, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
And the warmth that had been confined to just her face now filled Scootaloo’s chest, her broken heart beginning to soar. Diamond was wrong. Of course she was wrong and now she didn’t even seem to matter because Sweetie was here and it was just the two of them and she was looking at Scootaloo with those eyes, those eyes that Scootaloo could just fall into and-
This time neither jumped the other. They entwined themselves together, sinking slowly to the floor of the clubhouse, wrapped up in each other. In the dark and the cold they blazed, Sweetie’s touch against her skin burning oh so wonderfully.
She was still wearing the cloak, the one that seemed to exaggerate all of Sweetie’s features so beautifully, and now Scootaloo slipped her hooves beneath it, their wandering over her marefriend’s fur matched by Sweetie even as they snuck dangerously low.
Scootaloo broke the kiss to begin to move down Sweetie’s body, and the unicorn gasped as Scootaloo’s tongue danced against her chest.
“S-scootaloo…”
Lower and lower she moved, until she’d slid so far back she was almost between Sweetie’s legs, gazing up at Sweetie’s blushing face. Scootaloo drank her in – the rise and fall of Sweetie’s chest, growing faster and faster, the quiver of her heart beating, the slightest shudder she gave as Scootaloo began trailing a hoof down Sweetie’s front, its destination all too obvious.
Sweetie gasped when Scootaloo touched her, closing her eyes as Scootaloo’s hoof began to brush ever so gently against her nethers. Her hooves found their way around Scootaloo’s head and pulled her against her chest, clutching the pegasus tightly as she shook in anticipation.
It didn’t take long for Scootaloo’s hoof to dampen from Sweetie Belle’s excitement and she redoubled her efforts, pushing softly against Sweetie’s entrance. Her marefriend gasped and bit her lip, beginning to buck her hips against Scootaloo’s hoof. It would have been so easy for Scootaloo to let her finish, to continue her teasing touches until Sweetie Belle melted in her hooves, but that wouldn’t have been any fun.
Instead she pulled away, casually examining her sticky hoof while Sweetie panted in unsatiated excitement beneath her. Slowly, Scootaloo began to clean it with her tongue, lapping gently at her hoof as Sweetie watched, Scootaloo savouring both her taste and her desperately wanting expression.
When she was done, Scootaloo stuck her tongue out playfully before kissing Sweetie again, making sure the unicorn could taste herself on Scootaloo’s lips. When they separated Scootaloo was quick to move down again, this time placing her head between Sweetie’s hindlegs, her intention clear.
Her first lick was brief and soft, a mere hint of what was to come, but it was still enough to make Sweetie Belle squeak and tense up, her legs pressing together against Scootaloo’s head, holding her in place. Scootaloo took the opportunity to place more kisses delicately on the inside of Sweetie’s thighs, refusing to go near the one place Sweetie wanted her more than anything. Still, she allowed her hot breath to play over Sweetie Belle’s folds, earning another harsh intake of breath for her efforts.
And then she gave Sweetie another long, slow lick, stopping just short of her sensitive nub. Sweetie Belle yelped again, this time low and perilously close to a moan, but Scootaloo denied her once more and returned to kissing so close but so far from her marehood.
The cat and mouse game continued, Scootaloo taking as long as she liked, lazily running her tongue over Sweetie Belle’s fur before finally taking the plunge, giving Sweetie a single taste before pulling back again. Over and over, they repeated this, Sweetie Belle reacting just as much every time.
“D-damn it, Scoots…” Sweetie murmured, as Scootaloo denied her yet again. “Stop teasing.”
“I wouldn’t do it if you didn’t enjoy it so much,” Scootaloo replied, letting Sweetie feel the curve of her smile against her leg. “But whatever you say.”
And then Scootaloo pressed forwards, Sweetie’s loud moan of both surprise and pleasure like music to her ears. The legs pressing ever so tightly against her head trembled now, Scootaloo’s drawn out licks between Sweetie’s folds making the mare shake and hold her ever tighter.
Sweetie pawed fruitlessly at the floor as Scootaloo assaulted every part of her, tongue flicking up to brush against her clit before diving back down. Eventually her only recourse was to clutch the back of Scootaloo’s head with a forehoof, dragging it through her mane as Scootaloo gripped her more tightly so her tongue could go ever deeper.
Soon Sweetie was panting again, ragged breaths as her hips bucked up into Scootaloo’s talented mouth, desperate for it to go on forever, desperate for her to stop because she wasn’t sure her mind could take it any more. Scootaloo’s tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, and even in the places it wasn’t Scootaloo attended to with her hooves, or her muzzle, or even the inadvertent soft brush of her mane, that was gradually becoming plastered to her forehead from sweat.
The clubhouse wasn’t cold anymore. It was hot and filled with moans and the scent of sweat and sex, the old wooden boards creaking beneath them. And through the misty haze of lust that had descended over Sweetie Belle’s thoughts, she managed to channel magic into her horn.
It was so gentle at first that Scootaloo didn’t even notice, preoccupied with watching and delighting in Sweetie’s reactions, seeing exactly what noises she could elicit from her squirming marefriend. But slowly the magic grew more insistent, and at first Scootaloo had no idea where the sudden warmth that bathed her own nethers came from. Then she saw Sweetie’s horn, wrapped in a sparkling glow, and a jolt of excitement ran through her. This was new.
Sweetie had never done this to her before, but as the magic’s warmth changed into a delicious tingling, Scootaloo decided she could easily get more than used to it. She returned to Sweetie’s marehood, letting tendrils of magic caress and press against her. She was already soaked from Sweetie’s reactions, and as the magic began to push into her she couldn’t help but moan herself.
“You… n-never told me… you could do this…” stammered Scootaloo between licks, as close to Sweetie Belle as she could so that the vibrations could pull Sweetie closer to the edge.
“I was- Hng! ...saving it.”
Scootaloo wished she hadn’t. Fully inside her now, Sweetie’s magic began to rub against her inner walls in ways she could never have imagined, relentless and unbearable and wonderful in equal measure. Scootaloo clamped her legs together to try and hold herself steady, but if anything that only heightened the sensation, her marehood tightening around the magic that coursed through her. Now it was Sweetie’s turn to toy with her, easing the magic’s touch whenever Scootaloo got too preoccupied, building it up again once Scootaloo’s tongue returned to her.
It almost became a competition, each trying to throw the other off enough that they could resume control, setting the pace themselves. A game with no losers, and the first deep spikes of pleasure that signalled Scootaloo’s climax began to shudder through her as Sweetie’s magic picked up its pace.
Scootaloo gritted her teeth. She couldn’t lose, not after having such a head start, she couldn’t lose, she couldn’t lose, she couldn’t-
White-hot electricity filled her body, Scootaloo squirming and shouting in bliss as orgasm rocked through her, filling every part of her and somehow even more than that. Sweetie didn’t even stop, her magic continuing to caress every part of Scootaloo as she came, writhing and moaning and turning into a useless puddle of wanton ecstasy.
Finally the waves subsided, Scootaloo still giving the odd shiver from the pleasant tingles that lingered. But she wasn’t done yet, and she grasped Sweetie tightly one final time. Scootaloo knew she was close, even before she pressed her tongue back into her marefriend’s warmth. And just before Sweetie reached her own climax, Scootaloo surrounded her nub, swirling her tongue around it as above her Sweetie’s moans became frantic and high-pitched.
Sweetie Belle’s magic fizzled and died as her legs tightened around Scootaloo’s head one last time, her body arching as she bucked herself frantically against Scootaloo’s mouth, clutching and pulling at her mane as if that would somehow stave off the sensations that were both impossible to bear and the only thing she ever wanted all at once.
And then she slumped back down with a sigh, her exultant moans echoing in Scootaloo’s ears. They were both breathing heavily, and Scootaloo crawled up next to her (for that was all she could manage by this point) and clutched her in a tight embrace so their chests could rise and fall together.
They lay like that for a long time, not speaking because nothing needed to be said. Everything was exactly as it should be.
“Where’s Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo asked, eventually, hating to break the perfect silence.
“I don’t think she’s coming,” Sweetie replied. “I saw her heading off back to Rumble’s place.”
“Really?” A devilish smile graced Scootaloo's features. She looked across at Sweetie, her mane frazzled and sweat-slicked, the faint red still in her cheeks, and those eyes that Scootaloo could so easily get lost in. “Well then,” she said, drawing Sweetie even closer. “I guess we have all night…”
Author's Note
Happy Halloween, folks!
