Author's Note

[M/f] [Explicit] [Dark] [Rape] [Vore]
Contains: [Caramel] [Scootaloo]
By: lupin the vapour

[NSFW] Circle by lupin the vapour

Scootaloo looked around, fascinated by the house around her, it was a perfect cylinder, all the way up the three floors that ringed the inside of the house with overlooks. She looked back to the pony she had followed inside, “This is kinda neat, Mister Caramel, is this what you were gonna show me? I mean, I could tell it was sorta like this from the outside, but the inside is really cool.”

Caramel chuckled, “Yeah, I’m quite fond of the shape. Circles hold a bit of fascination for me. Big circles, little circles… especially the little circles.”

“Little circles? Wouldn’t the big circles be cooler? Bigger is better, right?” She grinned up at the older stallion and he smiled back.

“Lots of ponies believe that, but I disagree. Come on, let’s head downstairs and I’ll show you why little circles are the best.” He walked over to a little trapdoor that the filly hadn’t even noticed before, and pulled it up to reveal a spiral staircase leading down into the dark. Scootaloo rolled her eyes, he wasn’t kidding about how much he loved them. This was bordering on an obsession. As she stepped down onto the stairs, Caramel called over his shoulder, “Close the door when you come.” He chuckled a bit at something he clearly thought was funny, but Scootaloo didn’t get it.

“Hey, it’s dark down here, if I shut the door, I won’t be able to see anything.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll be able to see, just trust me.”

“Fiiiiiiiiine.” She huffed a bit, then turned to pull the trap door shut. As soon as it clicked, the darkness was revealed to be less dark than she thought. All through the room, pinpricks of light came from the walls and the ceiling, all of them coming from tiny little circular spots on the wood of the room. Her eyes got wide as she slowly went down the stairs, it was like being in the middle of a field of stars. Her wings spread out as she let out a quiet “Woooooow” as she got to the bottom of the staircase.

Caramel chuckled, “Yeah, small circles really do have the most appeal. Let them keep their big circles, I’ve got the best kind right here.” Scootaloo nodded, assuming that he was talking about all the lights, but his eyes were on her face. The circles of her eyes and the little mouth. As he watched her turn around, amazement on her tiny round face, he caught sight of another circle, revealed when her tiny tail wagged out of the way for a moment, along with a tiny line that he knew to be hiding a long tiny circle. He licked his lips as his own long circle emerged from below him. He smiled as he walked forward, “Would you like me to show you my favorite tiny circle, Scootaloo?”

She spun around and nodded, “Yeah, that sounds awesome. Is it here?”

Caramel chuckled, “Well, one of them is here. In fact, it’s on you.”

Scootaloo blinked, “Me?” She looked over herself, “But I don’t have any circles… well, unless you count my hooves, but I don’t see what’s so special about them.”

“Oh, but you do, Scootaloo. The pony body is MADE of circles.” He gently ran his hoof around her head, “The head,” His wandering hoof made its way to her face, tenderly tracing the features, “The open eyes, the little snout, the mouth open in wonder.”

His hoof made its way back to her neck, causing Scootaloo to shiver and blush, “Th... that feels weird, M… Mister Caramel.”

He ignored her and traced her throat, “The tiny neck.” His hoof meandered down her back, and he walked forward slightly, letting it run around to her belly so that he was standing over her, his fully erect circle running down her side, spreading pre on her wings, “Even the tiny body is one thin, delicious cylinder.”

Scootaloo looked back at the member rubbing her wing, “Mister Caramel? What’s that?”

“That, my decadent little circle, is my own, special circle. It makes me feel good when I use it on one of their tiny circles.” He ran his hooves along her flank and lifted her tiny tail, curling it into its own little circle.

Scootaloo tried to turn around, but a heavy hoof pushed her head to the ground, “M… Mister Caramel, I’m not supposed to let anypony touch back there.”

“Come on, now, Scootaloo, I showed you down here in this pretty room that you so enjoyed, you just have to trust me.” His hoof trailed along her tiny rump until it got to her ass, which he bent down to kiss, “You wouldn’t want to deny me my favorite circle, right?”

She shivered at the strange sensation. She knew that back there was where she went to the bathroom, so why would he like those? She hadn’t seen them before, but she supposed that they were sort of circles. But, regardless, she wasn’t the one that loved the shape, so she guessed he would know about this kind of thing more than she did, “O… okay.”

Caramel smiled, “Good girl. This may hurt at the start, but just trust me.” He brought his circle up to her tiny line, his girth spreading her legs slightly. One hoof rested on her back to hold her in place, while the other rested beside her head, “Here we go.” He slowly pressed himself against her entrance until the lips parted to permit entry to her little round tunnel, causing the filly to yelp. He groaned as he pushed further in, thinking about all the little circles that made up her body, both inside and out. He had been trying to save this particular filly for a special occasion, but he had given in to her tiny round charms when he was feeling particularly down that morning. He thrust hard, ripping the little round piece of skin that marked her little cylinder as untainted, and the little round mouth gave out a cry of pain as the tiny round eyes let out tiny round drops of water. Oh how he loved it. Her tiny circular throat was making words, but they went right over Caramel’s head as he pushed all the way in. He could feel her little round womb hugging his round head tight each time he reached it, again and again. Her tiny round hooves pushed to try to get away, but his own was stronger as it held her to the ground. He smiled as he pushed all the way back in, the circle on the end of his cylinder widened, stretching the little round womb to fit itself as he filled it with cum from the tiny round hole at the end. He sighed as he finished and pulled out, letting the white goop drip from the now very much round hole that he had widened. “Pity these are only as good the first time.”

Scootaloo looked up, tears in her eyes. Her lovely round eyes, “Does that mean I can go now? Please?”

Caramel looked up, as though remembering that the filly might not have wanted to be there, “Oh, heavens no, I still have to show you my favorite circle.”

Scootaloo’s eyes widened, “Th… that wasn’t it?”

“No no, but I’m about to show you.” He opened his mouth wide, letting the salty flank of the filly fill it. He loved that they were just small enough to fit without too much trouble, and the taste, delicious. The little filly struggled as he pulled her further in, but he had grown used to the reaction. He swallowed deeply several times, and he was already up to her round little chin. He licked the salt off her round little face and hummed before pulling her all the way inside. He could feel her down his throat and into his gut and sighed as she curled up into a tiny ball. His favorite circle.