The bell rang and everypony sprang from their seats. Among the first out the front door were the Cutie Mark Crusaders. For them, after school was when the day really began. Terrorizing the town in their relentless attempts to acquire their cutie marks: the wake of destruction was only a natural conclusion to their endeavours.

However Scootaloo had been less than attentive in these missions. With the development of her own body and the discovery thereof, she had taken up a new hobby: a private hobby.

As Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom discussed their next cutie mark crusade, Scootaloo hung back a few paces. Enough to get a look at Sweetie Belle from her new preferred viewpoint. She watched her tail swish, teasing her, and Scootaloo had to stifle a groan.

Hours of alone time had been fueled from this view. On a lucky day she would get a full view of everything, and she’d have to canter home to take care of herself.

The first time she was presented with such a view (on a hot day much like this one), she didn’t even make it home. She had to duck behind a tree and rub herself raw. It only lasted a few seconds, but a full look at her soft folds and the beaded sweat around it was all she needed. But what really almost got her off on the spot was the scent.

“…So if we get my sister’s rope…” Scootaloo’s selective hearing picked up. She went back to ogling Sweetie’s flank, imagining her hogtied with her plot on display.

Scootaloo caught a glimpse of Apple Bloom as the wind kicked up, blowing her bushy tail aside. She didn’t mind looking at Apple Bloom either, but it didn’t get her nearly as worked up.

“Whatda think, Scoots? Scoots!”

She shook her head, taking her gaze off Apple Bloom’s goods. “wh-what!” she shouted. “I mean… what?” Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle turned around to stare at her.

“Are you feeling alright?” Sweetie asked, noticing her flushed face and dazed look. “Why are walking so stiff?”

Scootaloo froze, realizing she had been walking with her hind legs clenched. Her tail was held tightly against her rump so the hairs could rub against her winking clit.

“I-I’m f-fine. Great! Aaahwesome.” She shuddered as she winked hard against the coarse hair. It rubbed her just enough to even-keel her arousal, to hold her over until she got home: a technique she developed over several plot-staring walks home.

“Well… Cutie Mark Crusaders Tightrope Walkers!” exclaimed Apple Bloom, oblivious to Scootaloo’s fidgeting and stifled groans. Sweetie on the other hoof wore a frown at the filly’s strange behavior.

“I can’t today. I have things to do.”

‘Again?” Sweetie pouted, with a look so cute, Scootaloo almost forgot her horniness. Almost…

Apple Bloom spun around in annoyance, giving Scootaloo another good long look. She began
to twitch her tail, making her gasp softly every time a wet clump of hair brushed her clit.

“Look, maybe tomorrow. I-I’m behind on homework,” she said to two disapproving faces. “My parents are making me.”

“Maybe I can help you,” Sweetie offered.

You can help by sticking that horn in me! Oh, Sweetie Belle! I want you hooves all over my body! Your tongue inside me! Then stick it up my tail hole you dirty filly! It took all of Scootaloo’s will power to hold it together. “My parents wouldn’t allow you over right now.”

“Fine. But I’ll stop by later and convince your parents to let me get you caught up. You’re missing too much crusading.” Sweetie spun around, her tail swinging to the side.

Scootaloo felt her lungs deflate. She couldn’t believe what she caught sight of. Not only did she get a good look at Sweetie’s pussy, but the way Sweetie moved her hind legs let her get a glimpse of the pink between the folds.

She put her head down and cantered at full speed for her house. It was all she could do to not lose it right there. She did her best to keep the image burned in her mind. This image was going to keep her busy for days to come.

Crashing through the front door, she barely stopped to kick it shut behind her. No shouting from the slammed door and rattling windows told her no one was home. Then she remembered her parents weren’t going to be home until the next day. This thrilled her as she didn’t have to worry about closing her door, feigning sleep if one of her parents walked in, or keeping her voice down.

She dove onto her bed, rolling onto her back. Her hind legs flung open, and she moaned loudly as the air cooled her exposed pussy. The cool air mixed with her juices felt like a cold drop of water each time her clit flung itself forward.

Despite how excited she got herself, she wanted to take it slow and fully enjoy herself. Placing her hooves on each side of her hindquarters, she rubbed the area where her cutie mark would be. She imagined Sweetie’s soft lips and how sweet they’d taste.

Closing her eyes, Scootaloo let the fantasy take over. Sweetie kissed her deeply, her tongue swirled around in her mouth and her breath smelled sweet. She pulled away and kissed down Scootaloo’s neck and stomach.

Scootaloo brought her hooves up to her perky teats. “Oh yes, Sweetie. That’s the spot!” She bucked her hips as her hooves ran circles over them. She licked her hoof and returned it below, imagining it was Sweetie’s sweet lips upon them.

She clenched her butt as her hole desperately craved something to be jammed inside and reamed relentlessly. She could feel the pressure building inside her as she put extra force in her winking.

“Uuugh, not yet,” she moaned. She removed her hooves from her teats, breathing heavily. She lay atop her bed, spread wide for anypony to see.

The winking slowed and the pressure eased. She took a few minutes to feel the rhythm of her winking. The way her clit flung forward and locked in place, spreading her lips and dripping fluids before returning inside.

Feeling her orgasm had subsided some; she dove into one of her favorite fantasies: Sweetie Belle’s tongue lapping at her dripping pussy.

Reaching down, Scootaloo propped her hind legs further apart. She put her hooves on each side of her labia and spread her pussy as far as she could.

“Aaaah!” She cried as a rush of cold air met her entrance. She pictured Sweetie’s pretty face, eyes closed, with her snout right against her pussy and her tongue probing in and out. In the background she saw a red-faced Apple Bloom watching intently with her hooves between her legs. The idea of her friends watching excited her to no end.

She couldn’t take it any longer, and she put her hoof on her slit and started rubbing herself. She traced her entire slit avoiding her clit as the other hoof still held her open.

“Oh yes! Sweetie! Put your horn in there!” she cried out pushing her hoof as hard as she could against her begging entrance. “Yes! Ohhh!” Scootaloo screamed as her hoof bumped her most sensitive spot. She wiggled her rump so her clit would rub the hoof pressed against her vagina in a circular motion.

“Oh, Sweetie, I want you to buck me! Buck me so hard I can’t walk straight for a week!”

She increased the speed of her rubbing. Her hoof was tracing circles around her tunnel and nicking her button every time it presented itself. “Oh yes, Apple Bloom, you can lick me too!” she exclaimed, picturing her friend taking Sweetie’s place. As Apple Bloom went to work, pushing her tongue as far into her vagina as possible, Sweetie’s dripping slit was in her face begging for attention.

Images of earlier flashed in her mind as she remembered how pink the inside of her pussy was. “Oh. Ugh!” Scootaloo stopped her rubbing, letting herself breath. She took her hoof off her labia and closed her legs. Rolling over, she opened her bedside table drawer and extracted a long black object. Wasting no time, Scootaloo was back in position, legs open and pussy spread.

With one hoof she moved the phallus against her exposed clit making her gasp. Then with both hooves she guided the tip to her entrance, teasing it with a few short pushes. Then with one hoof at the end, she pushed it inside.

“Oh, Sweetie. Yes put in me!” Her vagina gripped it with each wink as it slid in. Scootaloo hilted the dildo inside her, and she flexed her abdominal muscles, making her tunnel contract tighter and pull it deeper inside.

Ever so slowly she withdrew it to the tip then she pushed it back inside. “Oh Sweetie, that feels so good!” She pulled it out and returned it to the hilt again and again. Each time she picked up speed.

The fake balls slammed into her clit as she winked as hard as she could with each thrust. She pictured Sweetie on top of her, staring into her eyes, thrusting the dildo into her. Apple Bloom was on her back hoofing herself with her pussy fully visible.

Scootaloo was getting close. She picked up the speed, hearing the headboard slamming against the wall.

“Sweetie! Yes! Yes! Harder! Buck me!” She cried out.

Like the rising of a swelling wave, it broke. Scootaloo slammed the dildo deep into her depths while screaming incoherently at the top of her lungs.

Her vagina contracted against the phallus hard. Gripping it, squeezing it with incredible force. It contracted again and again each time pulling it deeper inside. Her whole body trembled violently as her fluids squirted all over her bedspread.

Scootaloo hummed in a satisfaction like she had never felt before. She left the dildo in as her pussy continued to contract around it in the aftershocks. It even felt good to keep herself spread wide open.

Then she heard a breath that wasn’t her own. Normally she should’ve freaked, but she was still riding her post-orgasmic high to care. Slowly, Scootaloo raised her head, and peered from between her widespread legs at the door. And she gasped, as it hit her who just caught her. Who was staring at her spread pink pussy, swollen clit, and dildo-hilted dripping hole.

There in the doorway stood a rose-faced Sweetie Belle, her mouth hanging wide open.

Author's Note

Written on very little sleep while flying over the Atlantic.