A Night to Remember

by Dubstep_Teaparty

Rating: teen
Tags: Scootaloo, Slice of Life, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe
Length: 4644

There comes a point in every young pony's life where they desire something new and wild. Unfortunately these experiences don't always end up becoming fond memories. In fact, sometimes they can lead to some rather dangerous situations.

There comes a point in every young pony's life where they desire something new and wild. Scootaloo is at that point in her life. No longer a filly, but not quite a mare; she begins to wonder if there is anything exciting out there for her. A trip to Manehatten only fuels this desire and a wrong turn one day helps her fulfill it.

Unfortunately these experiences don't always end up becoming fond memories. In fact, sometimes they can lead to some rather dangerous situations. However, in the right light maybe that's what we all want after all.

(AU tag for aged up CMC)

Published 2015-01-08 21:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-08 21:20:02 UTC

A Night to Remember

The clouds were moving in over the tall buildings of Manehattan. They created a dome high above the city that kept the bright sunshine from piercing through. The young orange Pegasus looked up at it and huffed in disbelief; her day just kept getting worse.
“It hadn’t started so bad,” she thought. Things were going well until she had gotten separated from her friends that morning. They did everything together and after breakfast a large crowd had swept her away from her two companions. Officially, they were there to run an errand for Rarity, Sweetie Belle’s sister. She finally thought they were old enough to go into the city on their own; “apparently,” thought Scootaloo, “that wasn’t such a good idea.” She looked around as the people buzzed by; they all were seeking some sort of shelter from the incoming rain; Scootaloo figured she ought to do the same. She covered her head with her wings and walked out onto the sidewalk. She began to recollect the day as she moved on.
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Rarity had simply asked them to deliver a small package to an associate in the city, but as it is with young mares that task quickly became boring. The three young mares decided they could afford to have a little fun and having just gone through a fairly decent growth spurt they figured going to a bar might be exactly that.

“18 is practically 21 anyway,” Scootaloo said as they passed a small, fairly clean, tavern.

“I guess so, I mean who’s gonna ask? We look like all the other ponies in there.” Applebloom stared at the tired and somewhat gruff expressions of the ponies inside. “Well for the most part anyway.”

“I really don’t think we should girls. You know Rarity said we have to be meet her business partner in the morning and we really should be getting to our hotel.” Sweetie Belle looked at her friends hopefully; she really didn’t feel comfortable about this at all.

“I guess you're right Sweetie Belle, Don’t you think Scoots?” The yellow earth pony turned to her friend who was still staring into the tavern.

“Yeah… I guess. Bet it woulda been fun though.” She sighed, letting the thought float off. “Let’s get going then.”

The grouped walked on back towards their hotel. The stallion’s eyes seemed drawn to the trio as they wandered down the streets. This brought out a smirk on the pegasus’ face, a giggle from the young earth pony, and a rather deep shade of red on the unicorn. They had grown, as Rarity put it “into very attractive young mares.”

Some might say they may have swished and swayed a bit too much as they walked, but it was all in good fun. Rainbow Dash always said that “Sometimes you need to test out your equipment to see how well it works.” “Of course, she didn’t mean it like this,” Scootaloo thought as she walked down the street. Shortly they arrived at the hotel. It was a beautiful older building in the city center surrounded on all sides by exciting attractions.

“Wow, Sweetie this sure is swell,” Applebloom said as she walked through the large glass doors. The inside was fully furnished with large and comfortable oak furniture. The lobby was a soft and inviting crème color accented every so often with a vibrant rose. As they approached the desk they were greeted by a lovely fragrance that no one could quite recognize but all could agree was delightful. As Sweetie Belle and Applebloom checked in Scootaloo sat. She could agree that the place was nice, but it was a bit too… Rarity. She enjoyed her time with her friends and she knew that it would be a great deal of fun, but somewhere deep down she wanted something more exciting. Her thoughts continued to drift off to the possibility of doing something that was a bit wilder. The young mares had a good time chattering about their room and decided that they should go out. Dinner seemed reasonable enough. They went out to a fairly low key spot that Sweetie Belle had been told about by the concierge. It was out towards the edge of the central hub of the city. Scootaloo had managed to get a drink; it was a rather large maregarita that they all decided to share. The young Pegasus thought it might help curb her desire. The rest of the night was filled with a general giddiness at their rebellion. The young mares returned back to their hotel. They were practically falling about themselves in glee.

“I can’t believe we just drank alcohol, oh my gosh. What would Rarity say?” Sweetie Belle’s face was flushed from embarrassment.
“I’m sure she fooled around when she was young too,” came the response from Applebloom. “Big Mac says Applejack used ta get in all kinds of mischief when she was growing up. It’s natural.”

Scootaloo had zoned out, she lay on her back in the large bed. She felt that she could still do more. Something was stirring in her head. When she had returned from her thoughts she could feel her friend’s curled next to her. “Guess I better get some sleep,” was all she managed before turning over and closing her eyes. In the morning, after breakfast she had been caught up in the crowd of moving business ponies as she wandered aimlessly down the street unaware that her friends had stopped to window shop.
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“Well wandering lost in rain sure is exciting”, she huffed. It was fairly late in the evening by now and the rain was soaking through her wings and starting to pierce through her skin. She shivered at the cold that was beginning to emanate from inside her. Her mane stuck sloppily to her face and she looked around for anyplace that looked remotely inviting. A soft light caught her eye in the distance and she ran towards it. She burst through the small wooden door and shook herself off. The water dripped from her body as she ruffled her feathers and tossed her mane. When she had finally shaken off the cold she noticed the large group of ponies watching her. She smirked, "looks like the night won’t be so bad after all."

Scootaloo looked around, trying to feel the room out. She figured they didn’t suspect she was underage and if she acted accordingly they’d have no reason to. "Okay, act natural. Smooth. She smiled and tried to channel her inner Rainbow Dash. “So what’s a girl got to do to get a drink around here?” "Haha nailed it." She walked over to an empty stool and took a seat. “So far so good," she thought. The atmosphere inside the Tattered Wings was warm and exciting. The people were in high spirits despite the miserable weather that awaited anypony that wandered outside. Scootaloo felt a tingle of excitement down her spine that gave a flutter to her wings and a glow to her cheeks. She looked up at the kind old bartender with her deep magenta eyes as he placed a glass of hot golden cider in front of her.

“To warm you up,” he said thoughtfully, “first one’s free.”

“It’s that easy?” Was what she thought. What she said was simply. “Thanks, I love cider.”

She took a small reluctant sip followed by a long heavy swallow. The taste was just like that of the cider the Apple family made, only with a slightly bitter after taste. As the golden liquid flowed down her throat she could feel deep burning warmth radiate through her body and spread across her cheeks. She smiled happily at the warm feeling and took it upon herself to fix her mane now that it had finally dried. She took a glance at the half filled glass of cider on the counter and quickly downed the last of it. She shuddered at the burning sensation letting it fill her body. She set the glass back down happily.

“You weren’t kidding, huh kid?” the bartender looked at her with bemusement.

“Huh?” She snapped her head toward the stallion, “What did you say?” she looked at him worriedly.

“You sure do like cider; most ponies take their time drinking one of those.” He took her glass and put it with the other used containers.

She tried to think of something clever to say but only managed “No point in letting a free drink go to waste.”

As if on cue a unicorn stallion approached the bar and leaned against it. Scootaloo thought he smelled earthy, like Big Mac did after working the fields only without the musk of sweat. He turned to her with a smile.

“In that case, let me buy you another?” He leaned in a little closer, trying to create a private atmosphere in the cramped little bar.

The orange Pegasus’ cheeks flushed and she let out a short giggle before smoothing herself out. “Yeah, sure.” She turned to face him giving him a long hard look. She had to admit to herself that he wasn’t all too bad looking; He had a soft blue coat and a minty green mane that nearly covered his horn. “Wait till the girls hear about this,” a smile crept across her face as the thought slowly sunk in. “Oh buck, the others! That’s okay, that’s okay; we agreed that we’d meet at the train station in the morning if anything went wrong.” She nodded slightly and sunk herself into the stool, “Might as well make the most of this, no point heading out in the rain anyway.”

The bartender placed the glass in front of her and she snapped out of her short reverie. She looked at him with a smile, “Thanks…” her voice trailed off.

“Just call me Shots, anyway you should be thanking him.” He made a nod toward the unicorn that had insofar remained silent.
Scootaloo turned awkwardly, “Right, thanks for that I really appreciate it.” She took a sip to try to calm her nerves and when that failed she took another large swig.

“Don’t mention it,” he gave her a smile that would have won over a more timid mare ten times over. “Cute girls shouldn’t have to worry about their drinks.” Scootaloo wasn’t fazed.

“Never have, never will.” She smiled and took another sip of the frothy liquid, “Bet Rainbow Dash woulda liked that one.”
He gave her his best chuckle and tossed his head back to get his mane out of his eyes, “What’s your name pidge?”

“Pidge? like pigeon? that’s new,” she thought. It might have been her first time in a bar, but she was well experienced with interested stallions. However, at the moment he did seem harmless and something in her did think he was kinda cute. “Might just need more cider,” she thought

”The name is Sco *hic*tal...” she set down her glass at a bit of an angle and it spilt across the counter, “…loooopsss.” Shots gave her a raised eyebrow and a smile as he began to meticulously wipe up the mess and refill the glass.

The unicorn gave out a laugh, “Skiddlyboop is an odd name don’t you think?”

Her cheeks flushed and she fluttered her wings in an attempt to regain her composure “It’s Scootaloo,” she said dejectedly.
”Oh, that’s much better. Suits you, I’d say.” He took a sip of the whiskey that sat in front of him. Scootaloo could smell it from where she sat. It was entirely intoxicating. She figured it best to remain in control of the situation; that’s what Dash always told her.

“Say, how bout you buy me one of those and I’ll let you keep me company?” He obliged and Shots poured out a glass of the dark liquid. She took a deep breath to appreciate the aroma enjoying the feel of it in her lungs. She took a small sip and immediately sputtered it in her month before swallowing. “Wow, that’s strong,” she coughed. “So what’s your deal?” She looked at him intrigued.

“Name’s Lemongrass, I run a small business around here” He took another gulp of the liquid fire.

“Really, a small business? Do tell,” Scootaloo eyed him again “No way.”
He could see the doubt in her eye and decided to shift gears.

“Okay, well I push a fruit cart around town,” he laughed awkwardly, “not as impressive huh?”

Scootaloo smiled, “Not so cool after all,” she let out a small chuckle. “Still, it’s kinda cute,” she thought before replying. “No, it’s equally unimpressive actually.” She was determined to keep the ball in her court. She took another lazy sip at the drink. By now her world was beginning to haze over.

“Ouch, you’re one of those tough cookies, aren't ya?” He could see that the drinks were having an effect on her; he continued on hoping to turn this night in his favor.

“Sure I’m tough,” her smile was getting lazy as the whiskey worked its way through her system. "but I'm no cookie." She rolled her eyes at her own comment. “One more drink oughta soften me up though.” She let out a laugh that under any other circumstance would be labeled as unattractive. “What am I saying? I don’t even want another drink.” Shots had already laid out two small glasses and filled them with a clear liquid. “Oh well, too late now,” she thought as she raised the glass to her lips and set it down in unison with Lemongrass.

She gritted her teeth at the new burning sensation she felt until it was soon replaced with a deep pleasure inside her. She melted into the seat which now felt immeasurably comfortable under her flank. Lemongrass smiled, he could tell she wasn’t holding her liquor well; she had loosened up significantly. He looked down across her face and noticed her softly defined muzzle that wore a satisfied smile. The way her ears had now flicked back showed that she was completely relaxed. His eyes trailed off down her figure. He lingered as he looked down her slender body and across her flank. He noticed her tail was slightly raised; she was properly sloshed.

Scootaloo’s mind drifted through space as the effects of the alcohol took effect in her inexperienced system. Her ears flicked to the side as a soft beat wriggled its way across the room and implanted itself in her head. “I should dance...“ she smiled at the thought.
“Do you want to dance with me?” She had trouble getting the words out but was able to manage it with some effort. Lemongrass turned to look at her over the rim of his glass. “You know, I’m not much of a dancer, but I’d love to see you dance. ” He figured he could manage to skip over the needless parts of his flirtation now. The young mare smiled dopily; it was all the convincing that she needed. She looked around the bar but only saw other stallions and mares hanging about. “Where do I….” her eyes wandered about until a particular spot
caught her interest, “oh the bar!” She stood up and clambered onto the countertop.

“Excuse me Shots,” she slurred out. Shots simply moved the glasses from the counter; he had been in this business long enough to know not to stand in the way of a mare and what she wants. Scootaloo stood up on the counter and steadied herself. She was met with a cheer from the ponies at the bar which managed to attract the attention of the rest of its patrons. Some mares took notice and rolled their eyes, the stallions greeted her with tremendous support. Scootaloo closed her eyes and felt the beat flow through her.

“Go for it,” came a shout from Lemongrass.

She began strutting her way down the counter giving her flank a few shakes as she did so. She couldn’t explain it but the attention was exciting. This was what she felt she had been looking for earlier. The music increased its tempo and so did the young mare’s enthusiasm. She began to twist and turn using her wings to keep herself steady. Despite herself she managed to keep her tail down though a few stallions would later swear they caught a glimpse of something more.

Lemongrass watched on. He seemed to be smiling quite widely; he had no doubts he’d be taking this young mare home tonight. As the song ended Scootaloo gave one last strut before jumping down off the counter. She wobbled a bit as she landed and Lemongrass caught her with his magic.

“Thanks,” she took her place back on the stool and the entire crowd gave her a hearty cheer before dissolving back amongst themselves. Scootaloo felt a rush of adrenaline flowing through her body; her excitement could barely contain itself. The alcohol and adrenaline was quickly going to her head and after making its trip there it settled in her loins. Scootaloo began to feel a small desire for attention between her legs. The young Pegasus was no fool, she knew what this meant. ”Oh no, red flag Scootaloo. Time to get out before you do something stupid.” Her head swam as she tried to stand back up and walk out the door. The key word in her mind was tried.
What her body had done of its own accord was get up and lean next to the stallion that was tending to her.

“Feeling alright there pidge?” his smiled was soft, inviting.

“Oh I’m alright, but I think I better….” She trailed off, trying to catch her thought. Lemongrass leaned closer into her straining to catch her falling words. Her body seized the opportunity. She leaned into him and planted a kiss on his lips. He hesitated for only a second before returning the favor. ”What are you doing this is really….. good.” Her eyes closed as she let herself go into the kiss. Her wings flared open in reckless abandon as she pursued his lips. She never knew that such a simple kiss could feel so passionate, and with a stranger no less. She could only chalk it up to the alcohol. Slowly she let her tongue wander out and he accepted her invitation. Their tongues met and danced between them as their kiss reached its climax. Scootaloo’s tail twitched in response. Her marehood was urging her to make bad decisions.

She pulled out of the kiss short of breath; she stared up at her partner with wide eyes. She could feel a sense of unease in her stomach but it was blocked out by the excitement of what she was doing. Scootaloo knew that she was probably not thinking straight, but a part of her felt like she needed this experience in her life. She just needed a break from the monotony of Ponyville. She wanted to show she was a grown mare.

”Hey, do you want to get out of here?” He looked at her expectantly a demeanor that proved to be far too anxious.
Scootaloo hadn’t noticed, but the idea of going home with somepony did feed the growing fire inside her. “Yeah, let’s go.” The dopey smile crept across her face again.

The pair got up and moved toward the door. Lemongrass floated a bag of bits onto the counter as he began to walk out. Shots gave him a nod in return. Scootaloo turned around before she could make it out the door. “Goodnight Shots, thanks for the service.” She tiredly waved a hoof at him and he waved back.

“You take care of yourself young lady.” He returned to cleaning the counters.

They moved outside into the darkness of the street. The rain had stopped but the air was still cold. Nopony seemed to be out but Scootaloo figured it was because it was well past midnight by that point.

“I don’t live too far from here, why don’t you come crash at my place?” he began walking and she followed after him. Scootaloo felt that same unease again but only nodded in response. They carried on awhile as she mulled over the details. She walked slightly behind him in attempts to keep her distance under the guise of following. She noticed that he kept looking back at her as if to make sure she was still there “Probably just making sure I’m safe is all,” she thought. The cold was sobering her up and as it did her enthusiasm went down. Suddenly the idea of going home with a strange pony didn’t seem as enticing; in fact, it was almost terrifying. Her eyes wandered before settling back on the stallion in front of her. He kept swishing his tail to the side trying to show off. “That’s not proper etiquette” she thought parroting a lesson from Rarity that had flashed in her head. Nudity is a day to day experience in Equestria she knew that, but most ponies try to remain modest about it. This was obscene to her. Part of her felt that same excitement, the joy of being wanted; another part knew she was being taking advantage of. As much as she had to admit she liked the idea before she knew that had mostly just been the alcohol talking. Despite what her marehood was trying to urge her into she quickened her pace to catch up with him.

“Hey, pal,” she nudged him the most we’re-friends-and-totally-not-gonna-buck-each-other way she knew how. “Thanks for all this but, you know I actually should be getting back to my friends. I had a really good time and all, but I’m not looking for any more fun tonight if you catch my drift.” She began to trail away from him on the sidewalk, hoping to ditch him and find her way back to the hotel. She felt a tug on her tail as she began to take her leave.

“Whoa whoa whoa, hey let’s talk about this pidge.” His voice was still friendly, but his demeanor was decisively not. “I thought we were having a pretty good time tonight.”

Scootaloo looked at him sternly, “We were, we did, now I’m going home. Let me go.” She tugged at the magic that held her tail, it didn’t budge.

“You know pidge, Manehattan isn’t such a good place to be wandering around alone at night.” He used his magic to raise her tail up, earning himself a look. “Someponies might try to take advantage of you.”

Scootaloo’s cheeks burned red, “Look her you plothole, you better let me go or you’ll regret it.” She turned to face him effectively covering herself and closing the distance between them should she need to fight.

“You know, there are a lot of spells designed to put a pony to sleep.” He smiled at her wickedly, his horn glowing brighter. “Come on, we could both have a good time or just one of us can. It’s really up to you.” He took a step closer to her, effectively towering above her small frame.

Scootaloo weighed her options, panic in her eyes. “Oh buck, look at the mess you’re in now.” Her eyes darted across the empty streets but no pony was in sight. “Oh Celestia, what do I do.” She fidgeted for a moment before an idea came to her head.

“Look, perhaps we got off on the wrong hoof back there. So how’s about I just blow you in the alley right there and I get to go home?” She looked at him thoughtfully trying her best to seem sincere.

He seemed to let the idea hang in his mind a bit before agreeing. ”Turns out your not so smart after all,” he thought. She was thinking the same thing. He led her to the alley, holding her tail and wings with his magic. As they got into their respective position he took hold of her hooves as well. “That’s fine,” she thought, ”I didn’t need them anyway, not for what I’m about to do.” Scootaloo stood over him as he lied on his back. Her muzzle positioned between his hind legs as he looked on. She looked at him with anger “Your nothing but a bucking prick, you know that? I thought I could trust you.” She was trying to play the part of the helpless victim.

“Pays off though, I mean look where we are. Most mares don’t fight as much, but hey where’s the fun in all that.” He looked at her expectantly, “Go on, shouldn’t keep your friends waiting, right?”

She gave him a look that would have scared him had she not been restrained. She looked at the light from his horn; it was glowing intensely. Sweetie had told her that it took a lot of concentration to hold multiple spells. Scootaloo figured it would be hard to concentrate with what she was about to do. She made a loud snort before leaning down hesitantly. She planned on biting him as hard as she could; she hadn’t expected him to release her wings to focus on keeping her mouth from closing. She didn’t let the panic show. She simply shifted gears. She decided that it was best to just get through with it. She leaned her head down, letting a long hot breath drift slowly down on him. It wasn’t her first time doing this sort of thing, but under the circumstances she wasn’t too thrilled about it. She let her tongue run down along the length of his stallionhood. She repeated her efforts until she achieved the desired effect. She leaned close feeling the magic holding her steady; she kept her focus on her mouth straining the muscles of her jaw against the magic in hopes of catching it slip.
She dropped her muzzle all the way and quickly pulled him into her mouth. She felt her jaw loosen as the magic began to slip. She looked up at Lemongrass to see that his eyes were closed. She acted quickly tensing all the muscles in her body to strain the spell. Her efforts paid off as she felt her jaw clamp down and heard a loud yell. She spun around quickly and planted her forehooves firmly in the ground. Those summers bucking apples paid off as she let loose a wild kick that struck the stunned stallion square in the jaw. His screaming had been made silent and his body was still. Scootaloo tentatively approached the body and saw that it was in fact still breathing.

She spat at the body that lay in front of her, the taste of blood in her mouth. She smiled satisfactorily “serves him right,” was all she thought. She figured he had two options now: live the rest of his life deformed or get picked up by the police if he wound up at a hospital. She wandered her way down the street until she finally found a small café where a kind old pony was able to direct her to the train station.

”I’ll never do that again,” she thought, “Well, at least not alone.” She had to admit, despite her dilemma she had a pretty good time. Under better circumstances she might even have said it was worth it. Currently though she was exausted and a faint pounding had set itself in her head. “Maybe, I‘ll wait til we’re actually old enough though.” She strolled toward the train station, the sun creeping up across the sky. She definitely had more excitement then she had bargained for, but she wore a proud smile regardless.

“The girl’s aren’t going to believe this.” She thought as she walked on.

Author's Note

Whether you like or dislike it please let me know, I rather prefer criticism anyway.