Our Little Secret

by Liquid_Rainbows

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Original Character, Comedy, Scootaloo, Sex
Length: 3127

Scootaloo decides to fix a certain itch she can't scratch.

Scootaloo has been experiencing some strange urges. With no way to satiate herself, the orange filly looks to recruiting the help of a quiet colt from school to fix the itches she can't seem to scratch.

Published 2012-07-06 16:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-06 16:34:01 UTC

Our Little Secret

Our Little Secret

By Liquid Rainbows

The sun shined brightly over Equestria that morning, its golden radiance melting away the cool morning air. Through the gentle breeze trotted three filly friends, making their way across the pathways of Ponyville in the direction of the local schoolhouse. The spotless white unicorn hopped merrily, humming tunes to herself that strangely matched those of the birds flying about in the trees above. The cream colored earth pony, on the other hand, was far calmer; she trotted beside her companions at a more collected pace, a smile stretched across her lips. The young orange pegasus, making up the last of the three, seemed unusually antsy as she matched speed with the other crusaders.

For Scootaloo, quite unbeknownst to her friends, the past few days had been a weird experience. She seemed to be going through some rather strange discoveries. For one thing, the poor filly's wings had been acting up in unseemly ways, especially when she was around colts her age. Or Rainbow Dash. And on the subject of colts, Scootaloo couldn't begin to understand what was happening. A few days ago, everything was 'colts are gross' and 'ew, cooties,' but now, the orange filly found herself unable to think of anything but boys! Their form, their figure, their everything. Even more disturbing, she had started to wonder why colts and fillies had different 'parts,' and why she couldn't help but think about them.

Scootaloo was young, but she wasn't stupid. She had already known that the adults were keeping something from her. She'd tried asking Twilight about it, who always seemed to know about these things, but the unicorn had just blushed and said to come back when 'you're a little bit older.' What the hay was that supposed to mean! The young pegasus had then tried asking Sweetie Belle, who said she didn't know anything. Now that was a lie! Scootaloo had seen how friendly Sweetie was getting with Spike lately. That had to mean something!

It had all culminated yesterday, when the orange filly was behind the schoolhouse after class, and she had tried touching herself in those places which she couldn’t stop wondering about. At first, she simply jerked away, taken aback by the shock that went through her. But then, as she tried it again, she started to feel good, and couldn't stop herself. The moment came to an abrupt end, however, when Scootaloo heard Ms. Cheerilee coming around back and ran off before she could be seen. Afterwards, she'd felt ashamed, embarrassed, and downright dirty. But she couldn't help that little niggling sensation in her brain that wanted her to try it again.

"Hey Scoots, you feeling alright?" Apple Bloom asked the orange filly, snapping her out of the near hypnosis she inhabited.

"What? Oh, yeah. I'm fine," Scootaloo replied quickly. Apple Bloom just looked at her in concern, obviously not convinced. "You can stop staring at me now." The cream filly looked away with a sigh, quite unsatisfied. Scootaloo just coughed nervously, getting a bearing on her surroundings. She'd been trotting on automatic for so long; she hadn't realized how close they were to the schoolhouse.

Other fillies and colts were talking, standing, and playing around outside the large, quaint building. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom happily greeted their fellow classmates as the trio made their way out back. Scootaloo remained quiet, unable to look at anyone directly. Too many inappropriate thoughts ran through her head when she did that. The crusaders eventually reached an empty table behind the schoolhouse, Scootaloo flopping into the seat with a groan.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Apple Bloom asked again.

"Yeah, you're looking a little beat, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle chimed in.

"Yes. I'm fine. It's nothing. Just tired. And irritable. And...stuff," Scootaloo replied dismissively, closing her eyes and resting her head for a few moments. She could feel the wind gently rustling through her mane, hear the music of nature playing its tune. After a deep breath, her lavender eyes came open and she lifted her head. She scanned the area around her, seeing plenty of familiar faces. Most of the other foals had grouped off with friends, chatting and smiling, but there was one shape which caught Scootaloo's attention.

The brooding form of Carmine stood off by himself, as always, kicking the ground lightly and seeming lost in thought. Scootaloo had always been vaguely aware of the quiet, dark gray colt, but had never really been acquainted. The young earth pony kept to himself, the bangs of his deep red mane almost covering his similarly colored eyes. Maybe because he was a blank flank, maybe not. In that moment, it didn't matter.

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle whispered something to each other, but Scootaloo paid no heed. She watched Carmine for what felt like forever, when the dark colt suddenly looked up. For a moment, their eyes locked on each other, the red glow in Carmine's piercing Scootaloo's mind. That split second seemed to last an eternity, when the ring of the school bell jolted them both back into reality. The dark colt’s eyes widened a moment, and he practically bolted away. Scootaloo blinked for a second, slowly recovering from the shock as her giggling friends guided her off towards the schoolhouse.

As if in a daze, Scootaloo rather abruptly found herself sitting at one of the desks in the single large room that comprised the school. She looked about, feeling confused. Sweetie Belle sat to her left, and farther left was Applebloom, both eyeing her with a mix of question and amusement. The orange filly smiled uncertainly, gesturing for her friends to stop staring at her. If she was trying to be subtle, it didn't work. Sweetie and Apple Bloom once again broke into a giggle fit over something they didn't fully understand.

"What is your problem, you two?" Scootaloo whispered loudly.

"Oh, it’s nothing," Sweetie replied with a grin, mimicking Scootaloo and briefly glancing at Carmine, who sat in the back corner staring at his desk. "Just tired. And stuff." The orange filly glared at her angrily, blushing red.

"Now, settle down girls," the smiling likeness of Cheerilee said as she trotted into the room and up to the front desk. Sweetie quickly composed herself, and Scootaloo silently thanked her teacher for interrupting that particular conversation. As the lessons for the day began, she couldn't help but let her mind wander. Most chances she got, the young pegasus took tentative glances back at Carmine, who seemed a bit stunned and confused by the attention he had gotten earlier. Even so, Scootaloo could have sworn that he stole a few looks at her, too, when he thought she couldn't see him.

Scootaloo paid marginal attention to the actual lesson, and was lucky enough not to get called on. Her thoughts drifted around from the past few days to this very morning, and she kept replaying the same scenes over and over in her head. Before she knew it, the bell was ringing again, breaking her thoughts completely. That seemed to be a common occurrence, lately. All three crusaders got up from their seats and began trotting outside.

"You're awfully outta sorts today," Apple Bloom chirped in Scootaloo's direction, her amusement once again shifting to concern.

"Yeah, I know. You don't need to tell me that," the orange filly replied. Sweetie and Applebloom shared a look.

"Scoots, if there's anything we can do to help, just let us know," Sweetie Belle explained. Scootaloo was about to reply, when she suddenly stopped a moment, eyes briefly widening. A smile crept across her lips.

"What?" Apple Bloom asked.

"Yeah, what is it?" Sweetie Belle added.

"I think I know what to do," Scootaloo exclaimed. "I'll see you two later, or something. Bye!" The young pegasus promptly galloped next to the stairs and waited. Apple Bloom and Sweetie stood dumbfounded for a moment, before very reluctantly trotting away together, looking back in Scootaloo's direction multiple times and muttering things. The initial crowd of foals had already made their way from the building, some of them opting to stick around and hang out with friends.

Finally, the dark continence of Carmine stepped out of the schoolhouse. Scootaloo shook her head, took a deep breath, and marched confidently up to the gray colt.

"Hey, Carmine!" she announced, making him jump back and stare at her. "Yes, you. Follow me. Now." The terrified colt scrambled, without question, to follow the orange pegasus as she guided the pair around back. Carmine bit his lip nervously, shaking a little bit. Nothing like this had ever happened to him, but he wasn't about to protest the commanding filly's orders. Scootaloo herself was quickly gaining confidence. Looking at the shy, helpless Carmine reminded her that she was in control here.

Eventually, the two of them made it past the schools backyard, and Scootaloo came to a stop behind a large bush that obscured the duos view of Ponyville, and vice versa. Scootaloo turned to Carmine, looking determined.

"Alright," she said, taking another breath. Silence.

"Um...alright?" Carmine forced out. Scootaloo blinked and eyed him thoroughly. Confusion and fear swirled behind the red voids of his eyes. The orange filly let out a sigh.

"Look, if you tell anyone about any of this, I’m gonna kill you," Scootaloo explained. "Understand?"

"Any of what?" Carmine asked nervously.

"Do. You. Understand?" Scootaloo reiterated. The dark colt nodded his head vigorously, gulping.

"Good." Scootaloo smiled, standing primly. "Now then, I want you to..." She quickly deflated. Carmine just glanced to the side for a second. "Well...you're a colt, and I'm a filly, and..." She stopped again.

"Y-yeah?" Carmine said, still not understanding.

"You!" she exclaimed. "I want you. Get what I'm saying? You and me." Scootaloo stared at his blank expression, letting out a groan. Without a second thought, she moved over to Carmine, shoved him onto his side, and reached a forehoof down to his nether regions. The dark colt quickly scrambled back to his hooves, looking shocked.

"Wh-what are you do-" he began, before he stopped and simply stared at her in understanding. "Oh. You want to…" The resulting silence was more than a little disheartening. Scootaloo just coughed and looked around, realizing what she'd just tried, while Carmine stayed utterly silent.

"Well, this is weird," Scootaloo finally said, sitting down firmly. Carmine just gazed at her. "What?"

"N-nothing." Carmine flushed, pawing at the ground. "It's just..."

"Say it," Scootaloo demanded of him.

"I just think...you're k-kind of pretty, and all that. A-and even though this is weird…" The gray colt practically shuddered, unable to lift his eyes. Scootaloo was sort of stunned. She'd never really gotten a compliment like that before.

"Oh," Scootaloo replied with a blush, speaking in a more soft tone. "Well...I think you're pretty cute." This elicited Carmine to hide his face even more. Scootaloo couldn't help but smile at him. She was starting to feel a little more relaxed than before. A little more calm. "Come over here." Carmine, with great reluctance, lifted his head and made his way over to the sitting filly. She gestured him closer, and soon he was mere inches from Scootaloo. "Do you want to kiss me?"

Carmine was about to answer, but Scootaloo cut him off my pressing her lips to his. The gray colt tried in vain to pull away, but was unable due to Scootaloo’s hold, eventually giving in and kissing her back. It was sloppy, to be sure, but there's a first time for everything. The orange filly finally broke away, leaving Carmine dazed and blushing, and gave a smile.

"So...do you want to do this?" Scootaloo asked him. Carmine finally brought himself to look at her in the eyes, giving a tiny nod. "Do you know what to do?" The dark colt brought his eyes up and down her body for a second, before they rested on the soft purple of her eyes again. He could feel a tiny speck of confidence flickering inside him. Another nod.

Scootaloo lay down on her back, guiding Carmine over her with a hoof. She looked up into his eyes, the dark colt blushing furiously, and the orange filly leaned up and kissed him again. For once, a ghost of a smile crossed his lips. Only for a moment. Carmine slowly moved down her body, coming to face her chest...stomach...finally, he reached her nethers. Scootaloo bit her lip, both nervous and excited for what was coming next. Carmine cautiously moved a hoof towards her body, gazing up at Scootaloo for confirmation. The young pegasus gave him a nod, and the gray colt continued.

Carmine's hoof finally made contact with Scootaloo's body. She let out a gasp, her eyes closing shut, feeling a familiar shock rush through her. Carmine took this as a sign to continue, starting to rub his hoof against her marehood. The sensation was electrifying, leaving Scootaloo unable to focus on anything. Carmine could feel her growing wet, promptly licking off his hoof. Scootaloo noticed his sudden stop of movement, and she squirmed momentarily, glancing down at him.

"Hey, Car...why don't you try using your tongue?" The gray colt looked at her questioningly, but swiftly realized what she was asking him to do. Pausing for only a moment, Carmine leaned his head forward, quickly taken in by the scent. Composing himself only briefly, he carefully slid his tongue along Scootaloo's slit, feeling her shudder and let out a squeak. To her, the sensations were even more intense than before, like a mix of burning heat and indescribable pleasure. Carmine worked his tongue into her marehood, exploring around inside of her while being encouraged on by Scootaloo's delighted moans. The taste was oddly intoxicating, making Carmine lick ever more feverishly. Scootaloo squirmed even more, her tongue lolling out as she moaned. Carmine finally began to slow his pace, growing tired, and Scootaloo deliriously snapped back into reality.

Despite her clouded mind, the pegasus filly managed to flop onto her stomach. She rose and stood long enough to trot over and force Carmine onto his back. His stallionhood could be seen clearly, and was by this point quite hard. Scootaloo smiled deviously at the shy colt, who seemed especially nervous. She was a bit uncertain herself, but didn't let it show, promptly lowering her head to meet Carmine's length. He let out a gasp as Scootaloo kissed her lips to the head, bringing her tongue down the shaft and licking all along his member. She began sucking the head and taking it into her mouth, caressing a hoof along the rest of the length. Carmine had done things with himself before, but it felt so much better from someone else. Pleasure surged through his whole body. Scootaloo took his length as deep as she could, massaging his member with her throat, but gagged and coughed from going too far. She brought her head up, smiling and blushing. Sweat had begun to line her brow, and she could feel her wetness down below.

"You want to...you know?" Scootaloo gestured to his stallionhood, flushing. Carmine gave a nod, rising and taking Scootaloo in his forelegs. The two of them fell to the ground, Carmine over top of her, and they gazed into each other’s eyes. The gray colt finally shifted his weight, pressing his member against Scootaloo's nethers, slowly pushing into her marehood. Meeting some sort of resistance, Carmine instinctively brought his hips back and slammed into her. Scootaloo momentarily let out a pained yelp, her eyes watering slightly. Carmine, with new found assurance, leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, taking the orange filly's mind off the pain. The moment passed, and the gray colt began to gently move back and forth inside her.

The pain Scootaloo had felt mere seconds ago was quickly replaced with the fluttery sensation of pleasure coursing through her. She soon found herself grinding up into Carmine's haunches, feeling his length reach deep inside her, caressing the softness of her marehood. Carmine was experiencing a similar euphoria. The way she squeezed herself against him was maddening. He managed to keep a steady pace, gently kissing Scootaloo's lips, cheeks, and neck every few moments. The gray colt wrapped his forelegs around Scootaloo's back, pulling her close to him, chest to chest. They could hear each other’s hearts pounding; feel the sweat and heat radiating from their bodies. Scootaloo was panting frantically as Carmine ran his hooves along her figure, thrusting harder with each passing moment.

The young pegasus let out an elated cry, wrapping her hooves around Carmine and squeezing him tight. She felt a surge of ecstasy, that release that she'd been so desperately looking for. Carmine could feel a burst of wetness from Scootaloo's nethers, realizing she must have climaxed. In seconds, Scootaloo's moans grew to whimpers as she fell limp against him. Carmine felt rising buildup from his own groin. After a few moments, the dark colt pulled himself free just in time to feel an explosion of pleasure, coming to a head in his stallionhood as he shot his seed. Letting out a satisfied moan, Carmine collapsed beside Scootaloo, who was panting in exhaustion with a smile on her face. She was covered in Carmine's sticky load, but she didn't seem to mind just then. The two of them simply sat for the longest time, one of Carmine's hooves draped around Scootaloo's body, accompanied only by the rustling of leaves in the wind. Finally, the peaceful silence was broken by Scootaloo's laughter. Carmine looked at her questioningly.

"That...that felt amazing for a million different reasons," she stated simply, looking at him with those lavender pools of light. Carmine just smiled back at her. "Look who’s actually smiling," She pointed out with a grin. Carmine gave her another kiss in the cheek in reply, not shying away this time.

"I guess you'd better get cleaned up," he said to her, softly.

"I will soon enough," she said. "Let's just sit for awhile." Carmine had no protests, taking in the peace and quiet.

Scootaloo hadn’t known how this day was going to go, when it first started, but it didn't matter now. Things had worked out, and this would be their little secret. For Carmine, things seemed to be getting better. Call it the heat of the moment, but he’d woken up this morning as that one colt who no one wanted to talk to because he was too shy to talk back. Now, he knew at least one pony who was different. Scootaloo had solved her problem, and in a way, she’d solved Carmine’s, too. Things could be tough, but ahead, there were better days…

The End