Author's Note

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

Please don't read if you're gonna trigger.

But... this is Chapter 18 ffs... you should be fine with it by now.

Chapter 18

I tossed and turned trying to get comfortable. I was one of those people who like to go to sleep on their back and my new appendages in addition to my still bound and sore left arm were making things difficult. I had found that the wings tuck up pretty tightly on their own, compacting down to two small, flat bundles against my skin but they were still strange to lay on... still distracting to feel.

The events at the doctor had left me mentally exhausted, but receiving that love and support in a way I'd never imagined possible renewed me with a sense of worth and belonging here. I felt reborn... a new start, a new life. Everypony who was with me had to take a close inspection of my wings for themselves. It was Rainbow Dash who made the keenest observation.

"Hey! Look at that! They're the same color as you right next to his skin, Scoots!"

She then described that the darkening of the color I could only see partially and how it went from the iridescent gray to dark grey and then turned the same orange color as Scootaloo's coat for the last inch or so before they dived beneath the skin where the doctor had closed up the opening. The area was still tender, but nothing like what it had been prior to coming here. Twilight lectured me about not doing to much with them till the skin healed.

It was dark when we made ready to leave and Rainbow Dash stayed behind. "You guys go on ahead, I want to see if the doc will take my wing bandage off. I've got work to do tonight!"

"Huh?" Scootaloo asked, wrinkling her nose. "What are you talking about?"

"It's the first night of The Thunderstorm Stampede! The weather crew is probably gathering them up right now and counting heads. Somepony has to keep an eye on them or all of Tartarus will break out! I heard that Derpy is on the team tonight..." She shook her mane and then brightened. "I can't wait to see ya try and use those things, Mason! Just think... a flying human!"

The Thunderstorm Stampede was exactly as it sounded. On the ride home, we could see a gathering of dark clouds blinking in the distance to the north of town. Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rarity and Sweetie Belle, Spike and Twilight returned home, leaving myself and two-thirds of the Cutie Mark Crusaders to ride back behind Big Mac. We didn't talk much. I sat in the cart with Scootaloo next to me, my arm around her and Apple Bloom laying down in front of us. The air was warm and unmoving at the farm with no sounds of birds or any other creature stirring. The whole land seemed to be waiting for the storm's arrival.

As I tossed on the bed, the clouds had rumbled and boomed their way closer. Twice, I had gotten up to watch out of the open window at the light show beyond the curtains. On my second look, a bolt of lightening pierced the sky to the north followed by an orange-red glow from the ground, presumably from whatever the bolt had hit. Rain began to first lightly tap on the wooden roof above me, then drummed harder as the storm began to empty it's contents over the farm. It was a warm, fresh smelling rain that blew in it's scent from the window to fill the room behind me. I decided to try to sleep again and slid the pane down against the strengthening rain.

I was turned away from the door on my right side when Scootaloo slipped in. The heavy rain on the roof masked her light hoof falls as she moved across the room. I felt her pull the fresh sheet Granny Smith had made the bed with while we were gone and slide in next to me. She didn't speak at all, only settled in comfortably with her back to me, pressing her rump against my butt, draping her tail down the length of my leg.

I rolled onto my back, wishing I could lay on my left side to embrace her. "Scoot?"

She emitted a little moan of contentment and rolled over to face me. She put her rear left hoof over my leg and her front left across my chest. She breathed a happy sigh into the crook of my neck. "How come you're not sleeping?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." I moved my head and kissed the soft patch of hair between above her eyes.

"Are they bothering you... your wings?"

"A little bit. Just... trying to get used to them."

A loud crash of thunder shook the barn, I felt Scootaloo tighten her grip on me.

"You're not scared are you?" I asked with amusement.

"No! I ain't scared of thunder!" she gave a jittery laugh "Are you crazy?"

"I think you are..." I teased.

"No I ain't! You take that back!" she gave me a wiggling shove.

"Make me" I laughed.

She tensed up and then slid over the top of me, straddling my waist and sitting up with her tail over my feet. I hadn't seen a pony sit like this yet, but apparently they could. With her free front two hooves, she began to poke my stomach. "Take it back!" she threatened mockingly and gave me a firm poke in the belly.

"No!"

She poked harder this time "I'm warning you! I ain't scared of nuthin!"

I wiggled underneath her, trying to shake her off. "Except thunder..."

"Arrrg!" she cried out and I bucked my hips up and forward, sending her falling towards me. She caught herself on her front hooves on either side of my head, her face mashing into mine in a kiss. We both opened our lips at the same time, letting our tongues greet each other for the first time in a while. The taste of her flooded my mouth and senses again, making me want more.

The passion in the kiss grew for several long moments, my one good arm now on her side stroking her. We already were having trouble keeping up with our breathing through our noses. Scootaloo attacked me with her tongue probing deep and hard into my mouth and began to swivel her lower half on my stiffening cock under her. I was getting aroused already... but the warm heat of her grinding against me quickly brought me to a fever pitch. The throbbing started on my back again. Unlike last time however, this throbbing felt wonderful! My wings began to press against the bed under me and I pushed Scootaloo back gently to a sitting position.

She panted a little bit, asking "What's wrong?"

She looked amazing to me right then. Her two back legs on either side of my waist, her front hooves resting on them them as she looked down at me. Her purple mane was mussed and stuck out in all directions. I could feel her heat radiating out from between her legs, surrounding my cock that was only separated from her sex by the thin bottoms I was wearing.

"I think..." I said and sat up a little. A rush of pleasure came from the two new nerve centers back there as my new wings extended out on their own. A whole new feeling of arousal and pleasure flooded my brain. I flopped back down with them under me, fanning out on the bed.

"Oh.. wow... that feels good!" I breathed.

Scootaloo giggled. "Awww... Wing boner! Wing boner! Mason has a wing boner!" She teased me in a sing song voice.

"They're really called that?" I asked smiling up at her.

"Yeah, silly... It feels good, doesn't it?"

"Mmhmm" I ran my hand down her front from her chest to the two nubs just above where her body met mine. The sensation of those wings stretched out drove me to a new level of desire. It was like having two throbbing centers of sexuality now instead of one. I wanted her. I wanted her badly as the rain began to increase against the roof overhead, the thunder outside echoed the impulses inside me.

"You're gonna make me pop if you keep touching there..." she panted. My fingers found the rubbery nubs under her stomach and caressed them. Her belly tensed up when I gently pinched one of them, eliciting a little squeak from her. I moved to the other one, repeating the process. She gave a big sigh, arching her back as her orange wings unfolded behind her. They were small, but I though they were perfect.

"Now look what you did..." she looked down at me with an evil, playful grin. "Meanie..."

I pushed my hips up against her, driving the hard shaft she was sitting on into the damp heat that was making the front of my bottoms wet. The familiar musky smell reached my nose, sending a shiver of arousal down my spine. We looked at each other for a moment, sensing our desire for what comes next but unsure about how to get there.

"Scoot..." I started.

"Do you.." she blurted quickly out at the same time stopping short when she heard me talking.

We laughed together at the awkward exchange. "You go first" I said.

"Uggh.. Now I don't know if I can!" she poked me again.

"Go on! I thought you weren't scared of anything!" I played back with her.

She didn't say anything for a moment and her face changed from the playful anger to a nervous expression. Sucking in a deep breath, she let it out, closing her eyes. "Do you wanna be special someponies with me?"

I didn't know what to say, I thought that we kind of already were... but I guess this was formal?

"Aren't we already?"

"No... I mean for real special someponies."

"Scoot... you're already special to me."

"Tell me..." She said. Her voice changed, sounding wanton almost needy. "Tell me I'm you're special somepony, Mason. I... I need to hear it. I have to know this is real..."

I sat up, clutching onto her body for support and pulled her close. She wrapped around me with all four hooves, holding me in return. I thought only briefly about Twilight's words...can you give her the love she needs? I didn't know if I could, but I was ready to give her everything I had.

"You're my special somepony, Scootaloo... I love you" I whispered to her.

She sighed into me. I felt her warm belly press against mine as she breathed, pushing out and then shrinking back. "Oh, Mason.... You're my special somepony too...I'm so happy" I felt her little wings flutter against my arm that held her.

She let go of me and gave a gentle push against my shoulder, letting me fall back against the bed. My wings were still rigid... along with my penis that strained against the cloth between us, sensing the close, wet tunnel just beyond. Scooaloo looked down at me with a peculiar expression. It was a half sultry, half nervous look... like she was unsure of how to act.

"Its so hard..." she remarked, wiggling against me and gave nervous laugh.

"Well..." was the only word I could come up with.

"I... think I'm ready...." she glanced down at the spot where she sat on me.

I didn't need any further encouragement. My hand shook as I moved it between us to work my bottoms down. Scootaloo helped by sitting up off me for a moment, letting the fabric slide. Freeing my cock was almost as liberating as freeing my wings had been at this point. It was already soaking wet from pre-cum and her juices that had soaked through the cloth around them long ago. I got the bottoms down as far as I could, using my legs to work them the rest of the way while she looked between us at my hard member that throbbed with my heartbeat against my lower belly.

She carefully sat back down using my body for support, aiming her wet slit to land on my shaft. The heat was intense. The wet folds slid around the sensitive skin, encasing my penis in a slick groove along her body. I throbbed against it already feeling the tension build behind the shaft. I had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity in my life... and now I was going to do it. The fact it was with a pony in a strange, new world where I had wings mattered little to me anymore.

She bucked her hips gently a couple of times, sliding her moist heat along my shaft over the head and back down. The feeling was amazing... better than I imagined. She gave a small moan when the hard bean at the top of her sex dragged along the length of my rigid pole each time.

"Scoot... that feels so good" I moaned up at her. She had her front hooves on my chest for support as she breathed hard above me.

"How... it's not inside... how do we..." she trailed off, her eyes seeking mine.

"Here..." I snaked my hand down between us. She raised up slightly to give me access. I pushed my dripping wet cock down, aiming it straight up and causing the head to slide between the lips of her sex hard against her.

"I... I don't know where the spot is..." I admitted. Her face changed to one of concentration and she slightly moved herself back and forth a couple of times while sinking down gently. The head of my cock squirted forward against her the first time... then we reset, tried again. The head slipped back towards her tail a bit and sunk into a notch inside her...and then I felt it.

A circle of fiery heat enclosed the head of my cock, tight and snug. I gave a gasp of surprise and pleasure when she relaxed a bit more causing this ring to sink over the head. I was inside Scootaloo! She gave a whimper and stopped moving for a moment, panting.

"You... alright?" I asked.

"Yeah, just gotta get used to it" she said slowly.

She raised up just a little, causing that boiling, gripping ring to slide up over the head before she sank back down, further this time. Now the furnace of her tunnel was past the head and onto my shaft. I could feel her gripping me with soft, slick, velvety rippled flesh that surrounded my pole with an intense sensation.

She gave a squeak when I felt something pressing against the head of my cock inside. Scootaloo held herself there for a moment and breathed. The tight encasing hole relaxed slightly and she raised up just a fraction of an inch before pressing down harder. The resistance against my cock held for a moment... then disappeared, letting my dick slide past and sink into her slick, wet tunnel.

She controlled how fast I entered her body and with each tiny movement down, my cock throbbed with the sensation of her hot, silky insides caressing me. Several times she raised up a bit before pressing down again, only her heavy breathing could be heard just barely over the raging storm outside. The progress was slow... but agonizingly wonderful. A shuddering moan escaped her lips when her rear finally rested against my pubic bone. I was completely inside her now, pulsing and throbbing with excitement and pleasure. Lighting flashed through the curtain, giving me a bright white vision of her riding me.

Scootaloo didn't move for a while and I was fine with that, I was trying to memorize every detail of how this felt. My shaft felt like it was glowing with a radiating heat, pulled down at a right angle against my body and surrounded by her body. I was acutely aware of being inside her as she sat on top of me. Her body throbbed around me, the tight ring at the base of my cock griped and relaxed in time with her rapid heartbeat. It felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before with my hand. The closeness of another body made this an entirely different feeling than I'd ever thought possible. I knew I'd cum in seconds if she moved, I could feel the tight, full feeling inside the base of my cock already building.

"It's so warm..." she said dreamily.

"Yeah... so are you"

"Is... is it good?" she asked shyly.

"Better than anything, Scoot"

She smiled sweetly down at me. "I'm so happy, Mason... you make me feel so happy..."

"Scoot..." I reached up to caress her leg that was supporting her against me.

"Mason... I... I won't get a foal, will I?" she asked, suddenly concerned.

"I don't think it works like that... At least in my world, humans and ponies can't... make them"

That was enough for her, I guess. I hadn't thought much about it either but didn't care at this point.

"So... do I move now?" she asked.

"Yeah.. but... It's going to happen fast... I'm already..."

"It's ok... you can do it inside me..."

She raised up slightly and the pleasure increased dramatically. The sliding wet folds inside her rubbed along the length of my cock, causing a ripple of intense sensations to radiate out from where I was joined with her. She slipped back down and I gasped. "Oh wow... Scoot... you feel so good inside"

"Yeah..." she moaned..."You too"

She raised up once... twice... and on the third trip down I felt the snap of my orgasm trigger. Hot cum boiled behind the base of my shaft, gathering up in a tight, rigid pulse that caused my cock to go completely tight.

"Oh... Scoot!... It's coming!" I moaned and grabbed onto her leg, helpless against the desire to buck my hips up into her. The first spasm wracked my body, sending a blast of cum up and out. "Oh... oh!!" I cried out, looking at her face above me.

"Alright..." she panted. "What do I..." her words died out, her eyes went wide and she stopped moving.

I flew over the edge of my climax. My cock throbbed and twitched in the molten canal surrounding it, filling it with my cum from several pulsing shots. I bucked my hips against her weight, thrusting in uncontrollable desire as I unloaded my balls into her. I knew only of the sexual release for a moment, it consumed me completely and blocked out everything. My body gave one more great thrust up, raising her off and me off the bed and I gave a loud groan... and then it was over. I relaxed back, panting and sweating from the strain of my orgasm. My cock still twitched and throbbed pleasurably inside her, straining against the tight confines there.

Scootaloo sat frozen on top of me, breathing hard and with a look of amazement on her face. "I... I can feel it... I can feel it inside me!"

I smiled up at her, panting. "Really?"

"Yeah!... it's like... a warm wet... something... It feels nice!"

"That was incredible, Scoot." I said contently.

"Yeah?... was it good? Was.. I good?" she asked, seeking affirmation.

"You're perfect."

She laid down on me in a tight embrace. My cock slid out of her from the change of angle with a wet, slick, sliding feeling that caused me to jerk in pleasure. We kissed deeply, happy and content with each other. I could feel my whole crotch was wet with our fluids, but didn't care. I just had sex... and I already wanted more!

"I... I love you, Mason." she said softly, her eyes gazing into mine.

"I love you too, Scoots.."

Both of us kissed and played little games with our lips and tongues for a bit while the storms over head drifted by. The rain had let up now to a steady drum above us. My cock never shrank but instead rested against her warm dripping folds, inches away from where it had just been inside her. I gave a small push with my hips and felt it slide along her slit again. She smiled into our kiss.

"I thought stallions had to rest after something like that..."

"I'm not a stallion... and not always" I smirked back.

"You wanna do it again already?" she asked with a small amount of real disbelief.

"Yeah"

"Well... OK.. but my flank hurts from sitting like this."

"How do you ponies... you know, normally do it?"

She gave a look of unsureness "Well.. the mating class book showed it like this"

Scootaloo slid off me to the side onto the bed. Rolling around, she brought her tail facing me and then got up with just her hind legs, straddling me. Her tail raised and I was presented with her messy marehood very close to my face. It was smeared with our juices and the intoxicating smell of her musky arousal was strong again... but there was a new scent too. The smell of my own juices mixed with hers created another heady scent.

"Ohh.. I like this!" I said grinning. I slid out from under her and got to my knees in position. The rigid shaft between my legs was in my hand already, eager for another trip inside her. She held her tail to the side for me and I rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her dripping snatch until I found the notch again. I pressed forward with my hips and slipped inside this time on the first try.

She gave a loud moan and pressed back against me, driving my cock deep inside her quickly. There was no resistance, no hesitation this time. Now was just pure physical need on both our parts. I grabbed the base of the purple tail in front of me and began to saw my hips back and forth. It took me a couple of times to get the strokes right. More than once I popped out of her and my cock slid up along the other hole immediately below her tail. Each time she gave an "OHH!" of surprise. I'd have to let go of her tail and get the aim right again before going back in.

But we found the rhythm, all right. We soon were bucking against each other in a steady, hard beat. Slapping noises filled the room and the hot smell of her musk mixed with the sharp, acrid smell of my cum drifted up from her body below me. It was sloppy and wet inside her, my last load squished and leaked out around my shaft as I slid in and out. It was different this time... more free.. open.. like I could push deeper inside and feel her more completely. It must have been different for her too... she was really moaning now.

"Yeah... oh... yeah... uuhhh... yeah..." she repeated like a mantra with each slapping hit my waist made against her flank.

I lasted longer this time as I bathed in the primal sexual pleasure of our act. Unconsciously I sped up, wanting more and more of the sensations her body was giving me. I was dimly aware my wings had unfolded again, moving on their own accord with each thrust of my hips. Scootaloo's were stiff as well, fluttering in time with my own. The hot, velvety folds around my cock rubbed and stroked me with intense sensations, especially over the sensitive ridge below my cock head. The familiar stirrings began in the machinery behind my pubic area.

"Ma-Mason I it's... happening!" She cried out.

"Yeah... Scoot..."

Her moans became cries. Her orange head buried in the bed below her and she gave a muffled yell. Her back legs wobbled and her tail began to thrash in my hand as her climax came over her. Inside, I felt the soft walls clamp down on my cock hard. It drove me wild with need to pump harder and I thrust as deep as I could, sawing back out till only my head remained before thrusting hard and deep again. Only a few of these tight, deep pushes was all I had left... my muscles clamped down as I thrust one final time as deep as I could, holding there while she pulsed around me.

The clamping feeling unlocked and began pulsing, driving what little cum I had left into her while I held her tail and pushed against her body. Each twitch pulled up against the tight walls inside her with a soft, yet firm resistance. Her legs couldn't hold her anymore.. I tried to keep her up to finish my own arching peak of pleasure but I couldn't. She collapsed under me, my cock popping out of her, still leaking cum from the end. I grabbed the shaft and gave the last few wet strokes resulting in several small spurts landing on the backs of her thighs and tail.

Spent, I sat back against the headboard. I awkwardly had to shift around to get my new wings folded back again before I could completely relax. Scootaloo lay before me panting heavily. In the dim light I could see my cum on her legs, tail and running down the slit just barely visible between her legs. The bed under us was a dark wet circle of our juices.

I suddenly wondered how they did laundry here.