Fly Away, Sweet Scootaloo

Scootaloo looked around and crept cautiously from the bush. She made sure, absolutely sure, that no pony was around — anypony who might see her. She'd just watched Rainbow Dash bid farewell to her friends and fly away to her home. She was in awe of Dash's effortless performance of flips and dives in the air as she ascended into the sky.

When she was confident there was no pony around she slowly walked over to the dark spot on the ground where Dash had just urinated. Scootaloo had been following her for quite some time and noticed she’d peed on the ground. This was not something Dash did all the time but training so far out of town, with no toilets around, it happened occasionally, and Scootaloo took advantage of the situation. It was fresh, she thought, and she bent down and smelled the wet earth. A shudder went through her body, warming her privates. Beyond the smell of the ammonia in the urine, Scootaloo could make out a faint but legible whiff of Rainbow Dash's pussy. It was intoxicating — to her it was the best thing in the world.

She thought about Dash every second of every day. Unfortunately the cyan Pegasus didn't even seem to know Scootaloo existed. Besides, somepony of her stature would probably never hang around a little twerp like her. So Scootaloo followed behind her hoping one day she might say “hello”, or “could I get you a milkshake?”, or “could I kiss you?” but until then the best Scootaloo could get was the occasional treat of smelling her urine.

She bent her head down and took a long, slow whiff. That shudder came again. She got that funny feeling in her privates — kind of a cramp, a good kind of cramp — a warm pulse in her vagina. She held her breath, capturing the sweet aroma and holding on to it as long as she could, releasing with a sigh.

She stood over the spot until it was dry, then she rustled up the dirt with her hoof in an effort to release more fragrance.  She hated herself that the only thing she had in life to make her happy was a spot of urine.

Holding the scent fresh in her memory she went to the clubhouse and lay down. Her tummy grumbled. She sat up on her flanks and then started rubbing between her legs with her front hoof before starting to work it inside. It felt amazing. She wondered what Rainbow Dash's pussy was like up close. What it looked like, smelled like, felt like, and tasted like. She licked her lips. She moaned as she fantasized.

Scootaloo imagined lying Dash down and spreading her legs apart. She would lie on top of her and kiss her on the mouth, gently biting her lip and inserting her tongue into the older pony’s mouth. The thought of having Dash's spit on her tongue sent her heart racing. She would move her lips down and kiss the mare’s nipples, then move to her anus. Scootaloo would put her tongue in Dash's anus, then move to her vulva which she would suck like a lollipop. She would kiss the vulva and move her tongue inside her wetness and lick the walls. Scootaloo envisioned sucking on Dash's clit, slurping and swallowing her marecum.

Then she imagined Dash doing it to her. She rocked back and forth with her hoof deeply inside her. Her clit was throbbing, the wetness dripping down her leg. She opened her legs wider and moved her hoof in a circular motion, ripe for climax.

As her orgasm came, she felt the blow of a powerful hoof on the side of her head. Her foster father, a massive Belgian Draft named Bubba, had struck her with such force she flew back and slammed against the wall. “Get your hoof out of your cunt!” he roared. Humiliated, Scootaloo tried to get up, but was defeated by another powerful blow. “I’ve been looking for you for an hour, and guess what? Here you are again with your hoof in your plot! It’s no wonder nopony wants to adopt you — nopony is ever going to want a freak-show like you.  Now get UP and get HOME”.

Scootaloo obeyed, and started down the clubhouse ramp. Bubba pushed her and she fell. He kicked her in the ribs.

Scootaloo ran home, terrified, with Bubba at her heels. When they arrived home he ordered her to her room. Once inside the dark, dingy room, he pushed her up against the wall, face first. He brought a hoof down on her back so hard it caused her legs to splay and she wheezed when she hit the floor. Her chin made a popping sound when it connected with the floor.

Bubba kicked her back legs apart and lifted up her buttocks. He thrust his huge, hard cock into her anus. Her small dry hole wasn't accepting him as easy as he wanted so he rubbed her vagina for wetness and used the lubrication to ram inside her. A tear tried to squeeze out from Scootaloo’s eye but she quickly fought it back. She wanted to cry but she didn’t want to give him an excuse. A tiny squeak escaped her and Bubba smacked her across the face. "Shut the fuck up!" he hissed.

It took a few hard thrusts before he was completely inside her. Once he had penetrated her sphincter, Bubba stood perfectly still, reveling in the moment. Her tight asshole felt so good, squishy and soft, wrapping around him like a glove. Scootaloo stood perfectly still as well, her little heart racing a million miles per second. She knew from past experience to do whatever he told her to, and to not move unless he moved her. He just stood there, frighteningly still, his dick deep inside her ass.

He put his hooves on her hips and thrust in two or three times, then stood still again, eerily still, with his eyes closed. Her tight little ass was so young and pure. He kept doing this — he would grunt and thrust two or three times quickly, smacking her on the flank, and then stand still again, trying to prolong his pleasure, and prolong her pain.

He grunted and pushed forward, so that she almost fell over. That had happened once before and the outcome had not been pretty. He had beaten her so badly she couldn’t see for three days.

“What were you thinking about?” He asked in a whisper, and ran his hoof down her back. It was a rhetorical question, and she didn’t dare answer. “What you thinking about when you had your hoof in your cunt? You thinking about me, hmm… you thinking about me?”

He popped his hoof her under her chin and her teeth clacked together. He rammed a few times, not daring go too fast lest he came early. Scootaloo was careful not to breathe the wrong way — he would beat her for that too. He began to rhythmically push in and out, moaning. He slipped his front hoof round into her pussy and he rubbed it so hard the delicate skin tore and started to bleed.

He pounded into her a few more times and again, and smacked her on the flank. She accidentally let out a squeak, earning her a busted lip. He thrust inside, the tight friction of her ass made his dick throb and he started to pound faster, nearing climax.

A drop of blood from her lip spattered on the floor. “You fucking whore,” he roared, and knocked her across the temple. “Now you messed up the floor!”

He held onto her hips and started to pound into her hard, his balls slapping against her body. Scootaloo could tell he was getting ready to come. She hated this part the worst. He grabbed her little wings and pulled on them like he was holding reins. He pounded her brutally, pulling on her wings, bending them back, smiling an evil smile. He was near climax and was fucking her as fast and hard as he could, yanking on her wings and pulling her back.

The sound it made when their fur slapped together aroused him intensely. He pulled his cock out half way, then rammed it back in, then out, in, out, and with all his strength, back in. He nearly knocked her over when he came, she made certain not to let his dick fall out until he was finished, she braced herself and held fast. He cried out when he blew his load and his body shuddered. With a satisfied grunt he pushed up against her and with his cock still inside he pushed her up against the wall. “Mmm, that’s nice,” he whispered, and pulled out.

He pushed her away and she fell forward face-first into the wall. She curled up into a little ball and wrapped her purple tail around her, hiding her face, and tucking her wings in as tightly as she could.

“You little cunt,” he growled, “look at the mess you made on my dick!” He walked over to her and stood over her like a storm cloud. He grabbed her tiny head in his hooves and tried to put his now limp dick into her mouth. She turned her head away and down came another hoof on her back. That blow sent a shockwave through her body. Bubba grabbed her head, and pulled her up to his now limp dick. “Clean it up!”

Scootaloo had no choice. She gagged when she took it in her mouth — it felt like a rubber snake in her mouth. She licked it reluctantly and Bubba smacked her in the back of her head. “Clean it UP!” Scootaloo took the whole thing in her mouth and sucked on it, moving it back and forth from cheek to cheek, massaging it with her tongue and tried not to gag as she swallowed blood, cum and her own feces.

Satisfied, Bubba put a hoof on her forehead and pushed her away. He stood over her and looked at her with dark, frightening eyes.

“What happens here, stays here,” he said. “If I find out you opened your trap to anypony, I WILL BEAT YOU TO DEATH. Got that?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes… what?”

“Y-yes… sir!”

He turned to leave.

“B-Bubba?” Scootaloo squeaked

“What is it?!”

“C-can I please have something to eat? I'm hungry, I haven’t eaten since yesterd--”

“You just did.”