Author's Note

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic sexual content between the MC and Scootaloo.

If you're offended by this, please stop reading.

Chapter 10

Dinner had consisted of a corn casserole that Granny Smith had somehow managed to whip up between sleeping in her chair and sleeping at the table by the time Applejack and I had returned from the walk around the farm. Big Mac and Applejack talked about what they needed to do around the place to spruce up things ahead of Celestia's visit while I ate in silence watching the sky turn from dark blue to black out the window. Just before sitting down, I had mentioned to Applejack that eating with my mouth was hard and needed a tool. So, after a quick description, she had snapped the wooden handle down on a small wooden mixing spoon that Granny never used. It fit perfectly in my hand and became my own.

When Applejack had suggested that Celestia might be able to send me home earlier than Twilight's prediction, I felt a reluctance welling up at the idea of leaving here. My entire memory now consisted of two halves, before this place and now. The transition between them was like stepping out of a dark and dreary black and white movie filled with brooding characters and into a colorful cartoon filled with wonderful personalities and limitless possibilities. The idea of reversing that transition wasn't sitting well with me now that I was faced with it. I also was concerned about Scootaloo. I was convinced her erratic behavior this morning had something to do with me and I wished I could find her to talk about it.

I helped clean up a bit around the kitchen before deciding I should shower and head for bed. Thankfully, the shower worked much the same as they did at home so there was nothing remarkable about the experience. It felt wonderful to get clean again. I realized that I hadn't had a shower in a number of days now and scrubbed extra hard to make up for it. Clean and dry, I wrapped a towel around me and went to my room, closing the door. One of the pairs of clothes Rarity had brought me was similar to the lightweight bottoms I wore yesterday. They seemed like they would make a good pair of pajama bottoms, so I donned these and crawled in bed, dousing the light... but no sleep came.

I was having an internal argument with myself over what I would do if tomorrow a portal home was opened. Two sides warred back and forth throwing logic and reason against emotion and desire. I wasn't ready to say goodby to this place, especially Scootaloo. After Apple Bloom's comments today, I couldn't leave Scootaloo alone like that. She had confessed that me not being around anymore would break her heart and even though she knew it might happen anyways, she gave herself to me because we had time to figure it out. If that time was taken away... I wasn't good enough at relationships to know exactly what she needed, but me disappearing like that didn't seem like it would help her at all.

Eventually, the argument calmed. I was left with a desire to be someone... somepony... that Scootaloo could count on as I fell asleep.

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The bed moving is what woke me up. I came awake with the feeling of a body next to me under the covers, pressing into my left side and a warm pony arm laying over my chest. Stirring quickly, l opened my eyes. The moon was shining through the thin curtains of the room, casting it's pale light around enough to see the purple mane of Scootaloo. Her face was pressed against my shoulder. She was in bed with me?! How did she get here? What about getting caught?

"Hey..." I said thickly, and moved my right hand over my body to touch her head.

"Mason..." she said and clutched me tight. There was something about her tense response and body language that signaled something was wrong even through the last vestiges of sleep clouding my mind. I could feel her along the length of my torso, one back leg of hers was also thrown over my knees. She was trembling.

"Scoot... you ok?" I asked. I rotated to face her and now her muzzle was at my neck which she burrowed into. I hugged her close to my chest and her body pressed against me, seeking to be held tighter and she lay wrapped in my arms for a while, not saying anything. I was more than happy to have her here, enjoying this feeling of another body pressed against me, so I didn't ask again for some time.

"Scoot?..."

Without warning, she suddenly broke into a sobbing cry. It was a different out pour of emotion than the one I had seen last night. This seemed like a complete release of whatever had built up behind the dam of her emotional wall and it came rushing out with such intensity that it caught me off guard. I held her tight against me as her body shook with chuffs and hitches, her tears quickly dampened my shoulder and the bed below. I tried my best to muffle her sobs with my neck, but they were still loud enough that I knew she was beyond any point of caring if she was found here with me. I had no idea what I could say or do to make her stop, or even what had brought this on.

"What's going on... hey...." I whispered to her.

"I feel better with you, please... just... let..." was all she said between sobs. It didn't make sense.

"Just what?"

She didn't say anything for a few moments. When the worst of the sobbing had passed, she continued.

"Just let me feel like you want me... make me feel like I'm wanted." she gave a another barking sob at the end.

"What are you..." I trailed off. A few pieces of the puzzle came together before I could finish. Things Apple Bloom has said, her wings and not being able to fly, her parents not being around. She was always feeling like an outsider compared to everyone else.

"I do want you, Scoot... exactly like you are..." I gave her a squeeze.

"You don't even know what I am..."

"What do you mean? Your a pony..."

"No!" she said loudly. If this kept up I was sure Apple Bloom or somepony would wake up and wonder what all the noise was. "No pony knows me! NO pony understands..." she let out a few more sobs now.

"Then help me understand..." it was all I could think to say.

She got her crying under control again before she answered. "You wouldn't like me anymore if I did..."

I didn't say anything for a moment, trying to comprehend what was happening here. "Well... how can I really be with you if I don't know?" I asked finally.

She brought her head up from my neck and now looked at me in the dark. I could see the moonlight window behind me reflected in the dark pools of her eyes.

"Promise me something..." she said

"Ok..."

"You can't tell anypony about this, ok? Ever... 'cause... I've never told anypony..."

"I promise, Scoot."

She took a deep breath and let it out.

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She was crying again by the time she finished telling me in a soft voice about her father and mother. About how her father's routine was to come down from Cloudsdale to stock the house with food and supplies... and what kind of things he said to her whenever he had the chance. About how he hated land ponies and about how he never wanted to be seen in public with her. Nopony knew about it, she told me... not even Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle.

Scootaloo had made an elaborate lie to cover it all up and hide the pain that her father's words caused her. She had told everypony that she never saw them... but truth was she saw them a few times each moon cycle. She had also told everypony here that the reason they didn't live in Cloudsdale was because moving here was her father's idea and this was also a lie.

She blamed herself for her father's anger. After all.. because she couldn't fly or live in Cloudsdale, everything that has happened stemmed from there, even her brother's disappearance. Her father had always told her if he wasn't distracted with having to come down to Ponyville all the time, he could have kept better tabs on Quickfire.

I lay next to her stunned. A fiery anger had kindled in me at her father, but was tempered by a tender pain for Scootaloo. She had been made to feel like a burden and a weight all her life, by the sounds of it. No wonder she never took the Apple family's offer.. she already feels like she's enough of a burden on people.

She had stopped talking now, and was laying next to me on her side, her head sharing my pillow and occasionally giving a sniff. My right hand was on her side just below her wing, slowly rubbing my thumb around in circles in her hair while I tried to think of the right words. My left hand, between us, found her hoof and I held it.

"Your dads a real asshole." I said plainly.

Scootaloo actually gave a chuckle. "What's an asshole?" she asked with a half smile.

"Ehh.. someone who goes out of their way to make other people feel bad." I dodged.

"Oh... yeah..."

"Scoot... what he says isn't true. None of that is your fault. You couldn't help be born the way you are... and he's messed up for making you think that."

"But it is my fault..." she said miserably.

"No.. Scoot... You can't think that. You had no control over what happened when you were a tiny foal..."

"It doesn't matter. What matters is I'm the reason why my family is ruined."

"Your family is ruined because your father's a jerk! It's real easy for him to blame somepony like you because he can't deal with the way things worked out. You had nothing to do with your brother going missing! If they spent all that time in Cloudsdale then why didn't they keep a better eye on him in the first place? You were out doing something with your friends, just being a normal girl...er filly. How is that wrong? It's his fault for being the way he is about all of this but he too much of a coward to admit it!"

She didn't say anything again but just looked at my chest. We just lay there together for a while, me wondering what in the hell could posses someone.. somepony to treat their daughter like that. I've never really been a tough guy type... but her father was someone who I wished would get a visit from one.

"Mason... do you still like me now?" Scootaloo asked in the dark suddenly.

"What? What are you talking about, Scoot? Of course I do... even more now. It took a lot for you to share that."

"Even though I'm not good enough to be in Cloudsdale?"

"I don't even know what Cloudsdale looks like... let alone if I care about who's there or not."

Scootaloo went back to being silent for a moment. Then she pressed her muzzle into me and rubbed it against my chin. "I feel better... like... saying that stuff made it not hurt as much inside. You promise you won't tell anyone, right?"

I paused for the briefest of moments. If I really wanted to stay here and have this relationship with her... I would have to tell someone... somepony eventually. "Scoot... I promise. But you gotta promise me something."

"Huh?" She brought her face up to look at me in the semi light of the room.

"You gotta promise to come find me next time he's home instead of staying there with him... he's a bad pony, Scoot... noone... nopony should have to deal with that kind of stuff. Especially when there's so many ponies... and me... who care about you."

"I will." she said

She slid her face forward on the pillow and nuzzled me before pressing her lips against mine. It started out as a hard pressing closed mouth kiss, but she suddenly kicked her legs out and slid them under and over me, wrapping around my body with all four of them in a tight clutch. Her mouth opened and I followed suit, bringing my arms around her too. We were in a tight, warm embrace along our whole bodies. The first time I had ever experienced such a feeling and it was wonderful. I wanted to be with this pony now more than ever. I wanted to be there for her and make her feel wanted whenever she needed it.

We kissed passionately, our breathing became heavy and my heart was pounding. The heat coming from her body was soaking into me and fueling the fire that was stoked below my waist. As our tongues circled and caressed, she began swiveling her bottom hips against me, the notch of her under belly between her rear legs was pressed tightly against my crotch and I knew she could feel the stiffness against her. I ground back, wanting to increase the pleasure I was feeling.

Her wings that were usually folded and relaxed against her back were now pressing against my arms as I held her. I could feel them wanting to stiffen and flex as she began to whimper slightly into our kiss. Sliding my hand down her side towards her flank, her one wing that was now free stretched out. She gave a sharp intake of breath as it did. I pulled back when she did, breaking the kiss.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah..." she breathed "That just...felt good"

"Then... what about this?" I asked with a little smirk. Bringing my trembling hand up from her flank under the quilt, I touched the main joint where her little wing joined her body and began to caress gently outwards along it, moving with the direction of the small feathers that grew there. She sighed and pressed her face into my neck while I continued to explore, tracing my fingers along the stiff ridges. Her small moans and whimpers told me that whatever I was doing was good so I kept it up for a bit. My arm got tired, however, from being raised so set it back down on her rump and squeezed my hand against it, pressing her lower half against mine.

"Mason..." she sighed.

"Yeah?"

"I... I don't know what to do" she said in a small voice.

"You mean... right now?"

"I've never... you know..."

"I haven't either" I said, smiling at her in the dark and understanding what she meant.

"I don't want you to not like me because... because I might mess up or something"

"That's the last thing I'd ever do." I whispered in her ear as I held her tight against me again.

Scootaloo sighed and pressed into me. We did nothing but lay there for a while, feeling our hearts both racing against the others body. Under the quilt it had grown very warm. I was beginning to sweat a little and I could feel her hair was getting damp too. My mind was racing at the thought that her and I were exploring new territory for both of us and my whole body seemed to vibrate with excitement. I could feel the light bottoms I was wearing had gotten wet at the front from my anticipation.

I started stroking her flank, running my hand from her midsection down to her leg that was draped over me. She responded by pulling the lower set of legs from under me and rolling slightly away so she was almost on her back now.

"I'm all fluttery inside.." she whispered.

"Me too."

"Can you... touch me like you did before? You know.. like this morning?" she asked in a hesitant voice.

"You sure?"

"Yeah... I want you too..."

I leaned over her and pressed my lips against hers in a light kiss. Using my right hand to push the quilt off of us, I placed it on her stomach, rubbing in circles. I could feel her trembling as I came around in a large arc, bringing it into that matted area just below her stomach that I had felt this morning. There was the bump. That large nipple like thing I had felt just before she had jumped away from me. This time, she whimpered and wrapped her front hooves around my neck, kissing me harder and encouraged me to keep going.

Flattening my hand out, I could feel there was another one of those nubs nearby my pinky. I started rubbing the soft warm area between her back legs where they were, feeling them rolling against my palm. Scootaloo began to writhe a little, pushing her lower half up to meet my hand. Then she broke the kiss, gasping for air.

"Ah... that feels... good"

My cock desperately wanted attention, but she was the one who needed this right now, I didn't mind.

She was sighing and whimpering openly. I had changed to rubbing each nipple in turn while giving them an occasional pinch. After several turns with each nub, a scent hit my nose that ran like a lightening bolt straight to my brain. It was a musky, sweet smell. Both pungent and intoxicating at the same time.. it was coming from her. It was the scent of her excitement.

"Please..." she begged and arched her lower half up hard against my hand, trying to get me to touch lower.

I slid my hand down below the nubs at her lower belly between her back legs, feeling her body begin to curve down towards the bed. Her legs relaxed and opened for me, inviting me into the matted, damp patch of longer hair below that teased through my fingers. She tensed up and trembled, letting out a "nnnnhhhh" when my fingers slid over a fleshy ridge and then onto a hot, wet fold of flesh surrounded by wet,slick hairs. I was feeling her most private area... and I was feeling one myself for the first time. The thought caused my cock to twitch and jump again.

"Ahhh" she squeaked when I began to explore this area. I ran a finger along the outside of the fold, tracing it's shape and getting to know it. It was very slippery-wet, coating my finger with her juices. The part closest to her belly had a large bump inside it that caused her back legs to jerk and twitch when I rubbed it. Using the knowledge gained from the hours of porn I had watched at home, I figured this must be her clit... and it was the part I should pay attention to. Her scent was stronger now, it filled my nostrils and fueled my excitement on a primal level that I never knew I had.

Using my pointer finger, I traced little circles around the hard bump at the top of her crease and pressed a little. She reacted instantly, throwing her head back and making that "nnngnnnn" noise in her throat again. Each time I circled it, her back legs would kick shaking her whole body while her lower half would wiggle against my hand.

A few times of this brought her to where she was writhing around constantly and the noises she was making became a steady low moan. Her left front leg was flat against the bed opposite of me and the other was under my left armpit, clutching me while I rubbed the delicate nub in her fold. What pleased me most... was the smile on her face that I could see in the moonlight.

Abandoning her clit for now, I slid my finger down the inner moist folds and sought out the entrance I knew must be there somewhere. The place where a cock was supposed to go. I wanted to feel inside her, to feel what the place where my cock yearned to be. Near the bottom of the fold closest to her tail, I found it. A notch where the gentile pressure of my finger was allowed to sink in. She let out a loud gasp when I pressed into this notch gently and then I felt my finger slide into a soft, wet and incredibly warm hole. It was tight around my finger with little ripples and ridges of flesh just inside that caressed my finger when it pushed by them.

"Maaa...son.." she panted into the room. Her purple mane had become matted with sweat and now stuck to her forehead between her ears while her tail now swished back and forth quickly. Eyes closed, she burrowed her head against the pillow underneath her, jutting her chin up and out while I pressed deeper into the boiling hot entrance of her tunnel that my finger had found. A little after the first knuckle was inside her, the tip of my finger met resistance. Something was in the way, keeping me from sliding in further. It must be her cherry, I thought. Giving an experimental push against it, she tensed up.

"No..." she said, her eyes flew open and she was looking at me anxiously.

I slid my finger out of her body quickly, afraid I was hurting her.

"Sorry..." I said.

"I... want that to be special..." she whispered. "Not here... I'm sorry..."

"It's ok..." I moved my hand back up to her lower belly. It was wet and covered with the dampness from her body. "We don't have to do this." I added. My cock screamed at me in protest but I tried to ignore it for now.

Scootaloo pulled me close and kissed me for a moment, our tongues briefly tangled before she stopped again. Her eyes half closed in a smile. "Do what you were doing before... I think it might happen soon"

"What.. like you're gonna cum?"

"Yeah..."

I put my hand back in the warm damp heat between her legs. This time I used my middle finger to lay between the folds there and rub against the hard nub there. She first sighed, then squeaked, then outright moaned aloud the faster I went. There was so much wet slipperiness there now that a soggy 'schlik' noise could be heard while my fingers worked. Her bottom half was swiveling again against my hand, pressing up into it with every stroke while her tail swished faster.

"Ugghhh... Its... Yeah..." she grunted out. Now her whole body was tense while she writhed. Her rear hip closed on my hands and the two legs down there stuck out stiff. She rocked her upper body and I felt the wing that was trapped beneath her spring out stiff and straight, poking into the space under my left side created by being propped up on my elbow. Still I kept up the tight circular motions with my fingers on her sensitive bud. I really wanted to give her this orgasm and make her feel good. I didn't have to wait much longer.

She writhed faster and faster until her whole body snapped into a rigid tense lock. Her mouth formed an 'O' and her eyes rolled back in her head. I didn't let up my movement down below, but kept circling and circling the slick little bean between her legs.

"Ohh.... Ohhh... Ohhghgggg" was the only sound that escaped her lips as she first gave one small convulsion. Then two bigger ones... and then the dam broke. The small orange pony under me began to jerk fiercely as her orgasm released. I cupped her whole sex with my hand, pressing a finger between the folds and just inside the throbbing hole of her body while she came unhinged. She whimpered and gasped loudly in time with the convulsions while her hoof beat on my back. A wave of new wetness soaked my hand, but I didn't care. I was happy to be here with her and even happier I could make her feel this way. I held her tight while she thrashed through her orgasm.

For several moments this went on until the jerks and spasms subsided. I could still feel the soaking wet hole clutching against my finger that was pushed just inside it's entrance. The smell of her arousal was thick now, coating my nose with her private and personal smell from below her belly. The last few twitches came... and then she melted. Her back legs released and she was splayed out on her back next to me, breathing deeply and heavy.

I didn't want to break whatever spell she was under and let her bask in it as long as possible. When she regained her senses and opened her eyes, she looked at me the most happy and content smile I had ever seen her give. "Woah.." she said. "That was... big."

I didn't say anything. Instead I pulled my hand up from between her legs and wrapped her in my arms, laying next to her. She curled into me and licked my chin before socking her head into the crook of my neck and giving a 'mmmmm' of contentment. We lay in silence again, just enjoying the time we were having. She thrust her rear hips against me slightly, pushing against the hard rod poking her.

"Can you show me?" she said finally, pulling her head out to look up at me with seeking eyes. "Show me how to do that for you?"

"If you want..."

"I'm not ready to... you know... do the whole thing. But..." she gave her lower half another wiggle against my shaft. "I think you need some help" she giggled.

I rolled onto my back, eager to have a release finally. The loose bottoms were tented up visibly and her eyes were drawn to it. She looked between the tent below and my eyes above a couple times then poked at the peak of the pushed out fabric with her hoof.

"Cool..." she said, giving it a couple more experimental pokes.

Sitting up up next to me at my waist, she took a deep breath. "Ok... I'm ready..." she said with a bit of a tremor in her voice. I took that as she wanted me to pull my bottoms down. Hooking my thumbs in the waist, I pushed them down and let my cock finally spring free. It made a wet smacking sound as it sprung back and slapped against my lower belly. It was completely wet with precum. Just laying here naked like this was incredibly arousing for me. I was showing my dick to someone.. somepony else for the first time.

"How... How do you want me to do it?" she asked quietly.

"Like this." I reached down and wrapped my hand around the slick shaft and began to jerk off slowly. More precum oozed out the tip and added to the already slick coating it had. It felt wonderful to be jerking it! I gave about 6 or so tugs before I felt her hoof on my hand and I let her take over. It fell back against my body so she rubbed along the length with one hoof where it lay. It was ok, but she lacked fingers to wrap around it and the end of her hoof was hard and rough. She gave me an unsure look, seeking approval.

"Try both hooves." I suggested.

She brought her other hoof in, pulling my cock straight up and sandwiching it between them while she rubbed up and down. It was better, but the rough hardness of the bottom of her hooves was scratchy against the sensitive skin of my penis. Again, another questioning look.

"Scoot... I don't think that's gonna work..." I said.

Her ears drooped and she looked dejected in the pale light of the moon from the window. "I knew it..." She took her hooves off me and sat back. "I'm bad at this..."

"It just needs to be something softer than the bottom of your hooves, Scoot... it's not your fault."

"Well...what else can we do? I wanna make you feel good too!"

I couldn't believe what I was about to tell Scootaloo but other than putting it inside her, her mouth was the only thing that I could think of that would work.

"You can use your mouth." I said slowly.

"What?!?" her eyes opened wide and she looked at my hard cock.

"It's called a blowjob at home. Girls...er... fillies and mares do it all the time. It feels really good"

"It's not... dirty is it?"

"No, I took a shower before I went to bed..."

She seemed to consider it for a moment longer, using her hoof to poke at the red, swollen head again that was still leaking drops of precum. "Well... if it will make you feel good. Do I just put it in my mouth?"

"Yeah... and move your head so your lips move up and down... maybe rub your tongue against it?"

Putting a determined look on her face, she leaned over and used her hooves to pull my cock straight up again. Her face came close to my member and her muzzle gave a little sniff. Satisfied there was nothing bad smelling, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her tongue came out while she slowly moved her muzzle close enough for a tentative lick. Hot breath from her mouth washed over my cock that felt amazing. But more amazing was the feeling of her wet, soft tongue that licked against the side of the shaft and head briefly.

She reeled her tongue in and closed her mouth, keeping her eyes closed a moment longer. Then, they opened and she gave a small smile. She must have not found anything that tasted bad because she opened wide and popped the head into her mouth.

It was unbelievable how good it felt. My throbbing member was surrounded by the hot, wet interior of her muzzle. She held the head in her mouth for a moment, as if she didn't know what to do now that it was in there. Then I felt her tongue rub the sensitive underside. I gasped loudly and arched my back in pleasure. It was enough that it pushed my penis deeper in her mouth and she wasn't ready for it. Scootaloo pulled her head back and gave a small cough, looking at me.

"Uh... I don't know if I can fit it all." her ears droop again.

"You don't have to, just slide it a little in and out and do that thing you just did with your tongue." I tried to sound encouraging. "That felt really good, Scoot, just.. be careful and don't scrape it with your teeth."

"OK." she nodded, taking the instruction to heart. Then she gave another determined look at my hard dick in her hooves before opening her mouth wide and taking as much as she could into her mouth.

"Oh... yeah... Scoot..." I moaned. I put a hand on the back of her head and gently stroked her mane. She experimented around a little, trying different combinations of tongue and head movements until she found a rhythm she was comfortable with. Her saliva had coated my cock and was running down the shaft, making my whole crotch wet while she bobbed up and down slightly. Her hooves at the base held it steady and also had the effect of pulling the skin tight, making it feel even better that before. I knew I wasn't going to last long... I was panting.

"Scoot... I'm gonna cum soon" I said when I felt the pressure begin to build at the base of my shaft. She had only been at it for probably 60 seconds. She pulled her mouth off and gasped a breath while she looked at me questioningly

"Is stuff gonna come out?" she asked.

"Yeah"

"I don't wanna get it in my mouth..."

"Alright"

"You promise?"

"I promise" I said smiling and stroked her mane again.

She resumed sucking my cock. It may have been clumsy. It may have been awkward. But it was enough to send me to the point of no return almost immediately. When I felt the cum begin to rise, I put my hand down there and took my cock from her hooves, popping it out of her mouth.

"Ok! Ok!" I panted. "It's coming!"

She pulled her head back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hoof and watched closely as I gave my cock the final couple of strokes that sent me over the edge. Closing my eyes, my body went rigid when I felt the uncontrollable clenching begin. "Here... it... Comes!"

I could feel a massive pulse travel up from inside me and I had a split second to realize that it was gonna be huge. It fired out of the end of my penis and landed between my nipples on my chest in a huge glob. Grunting with each contraction, I fired several large shots of white goo onto my chest and belly, stroking my shaft and emptying my balls in front of Scootaloo while she watched.

After a few shots, it slowed to a dribble and ran down over the same hand that had already been coated with Scootaloo's juices earlier. I had made a complete mess of myself, but was in total bliss.

"Oh ho ho woah!" I heard softly next to me in laughing, awe struck voice.

Opening my eyes, Scootaloo was looking at my cock and chest with large eyes.

"That was so... cool!" she said with an amazed smile. "What does that feel like?" she asked.

I had to catch my breath before I could answer her. "Like a... big build up and then... a bunch of explosions that feel really good" I struggled to find the right description.

"That's kinda what mine feels like too... but.. I don't shoot stuff like that." She reached out a hoof and poked at one of the massive globs on my chest. She brought her hoof back and examined the cum that was there. She gave a little sniff and wrinkled her nose a bit. "This... This is the stuff that makes foals, right?"

"Yeah.."

"But it has to go... inside, doesn't it? I'm not gonna get pregnant just by touching some?"

I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Didn't they teach you anything in school?"

"Well... they told us some stuff, I guess. But they didn't say anything about putting it in your mouth or things like that"

"Oh... well.. no. It has to go inside you... down there. You can even swallow it without getting pregnant."

"No way!"

"Yeah"

"Do mares actually DO that??"

"Yep, usually when they give blowjobs like you did"

She looked back at her hoof. I thought she was going to taste it, but instead she wiped it on the bed. "Soo... what are you gonna do about all that?" she asked, pointing to the rest on my body.

"Can you get me the shirt that's on the floor over there?"

"Eww" she said and laughed.

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Scootaloo stayed with me for a while longer, cuddling naked together under the quilt. We had used the shirt to clean both of us up, but it did little good. More than once, I was distracted by the scent of her arousal that still clung to my hand and in the air under the quilt. I got hard more than once during this time. She would give a coy smile, wiggle her hips a little and let my shaft slid into the crease between her back leg and her body. It actually felt really good, but the hair would start to hurt after a couple thrusts so I tried to calm down instead.

We whispered to each other about seemingly nonsensical things, but it didn't matter. I was with her and glowing with a happiness that made everything seem interesting and fun. Scootaloo also seemed to be different, like she was more relaxed and carefree than ever before. She would come over tomorrow and act surprised about Celestia's visit, so as not to give tonight's visit away. I also asked her about this morning and her leaving the way she did. She told me that she just wasn't feeling well. But something about that didn't seem right.

The conversation trailed off and we lay in silence for some time. I drifted in thought about what had just happened and how I had finally been with a girl. Alright.. it wasn't a human girl... but I didn't care. Scootaloo was every bit the same to me now. A light snore suddenly came from the small pony in my arms. She had fallen asleep.

"Scoot?" I whispered

"Mmm" was all she replied.

"Scoot, ya can't sleep here, remember?"

"Ggrrrr..." she made a frustrated growl in her throat before she opened her eyes and kissed me before rolling out of the bed. "See you tomorrow, Mason" she gave me a smile that made me want to yank her back in bed with me.

"See ya... say... how did you get in here?"

"Ninja Pony!" She said softly with an evil grin, pulling a black hood from the floor and sliding it over her head. She stalked to the door, opened it quietly and vanished, pulling the door closed behind her. She left behind her scent on my body and her presence in my mind.

Apple Bloom barely made it back to her room. She hoped Scootaloo didn't notice that Mason's door had been cracked open...