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.
Scootaloo’s high came crashing down as she snapped her legs shut and rolled over. She faced away from Sweetie and pulled a blanket over her lower body. Unable to bring herself to look Sweetie in the eyes; not after what she saw and probably heard.
“Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle said with a hushed tone.
“Please go away!” Scootaloo cried as tears of shame and humiliation trickled down her face. There was no going back from that. She knew these fantasies were bad; she just couldn’t control herself.
“Scoots.” Sweetie sat on the edge of the bed. “I-I’m sorry. I, um… if it makes you feel better, I do it too,” she admitted bashfully.
Scootaloo said nothing. What Sweetie said registered in the back of her mind, but it did little to comfort her.
“I, um…” she trailed off not knowing what else to say.
“How long where you standing there?”
“Um, I heard you screaming my—screaming and I saw you finish.” Sweetie took a deep breath. “I so sorry I just couldn’t look away. I’ve never seen a-a pony use a… you know. I came over to help with your homework when I heard loud shouts. I thought something bad happened so I ran inside.”
“I’m sorry too. For um—“ Scootaloo stopped herself from mentioning the fantasies. She had no idea how to express her feelings to Sweetie, but having Sweetie catch her masturbating wasn’t part of it. “I’m in heat. That’s the real reason I’ve been ducking out on crusading. It’s just the heat outside and time of year has me so horny, I can’t control it.”
“I know… it was bad for me two weeks ago. I didn’t even come to class. I faked being sick for the whole week.”
Sweetie was confessing such intimate information instead of being disgusted. It was time for Scootaloo to address the elephant in the room. “Sweetie…”
“Hmm?”
“I guess you heard me—what I was saying. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out, but I—well I’ve had several fantasies, mostly about you.”
“Scootaloo as awkward as it was, it’s okay. Being in heat does things to you. Having vivid fantasies is okay. I’ve, um, had some intense ones too.”
She isn’t running for the door! Scootaloo’s heart pounded against her chest. “Did any of them involve anyone from class? Or your friends? Were you sneaking peeks under tails—”
Sweetie reached over Scootaloo’s shoulder and silenced her with a hoof. “Yes,” she said quietly. “I know what you’re going through…”
“I like you a lot,” Scootaloo blurted out. “I mean these fantasies are more than just heat induced horniness.”
To Scootaloo’s surprise Sweetie only rubbed her shoulder and kissed her cheek softly. “I like you too, Scoots.”
Scootaloo rolled over, facing Sweetie for the first time. She flashed a nervous smile, her red face contrasting with her stunning emerald eyes. She didn’t even think twice and planted her lips on Sweetie’s.
It was a short kiss but it was better than anything either one had imagined. They stared into each other’s eyes, panting, sharing breath.
“To tell the truth, that display got me a little worked up,” Sweetie confessed. She pressed her face into Scootaloo’s and let her tongue wander into Scootaloo’s mouth. She exhaled sharply through her nose when she felt Scootaloo’s tongue join hers.
Sweetie’s lips were softer and sweeter than Scootaloo could have imagined. She pulled back from Sweetie, letting her nose rest against Sweetie’s.
Sweetie pulled away, lying on her back. “You’re a good kisser, Scoots,” she mused. “Since you’ve been sneaking peeks under my tail all week, why don’t I give you a proper look?”
Before Scootaloo could so much as respond, Sweetie spun herself around and opened her legs, revealing herself to Scootaloo.
Scootaloo could see her lips were slightly wet and puffy. All she could do was stare. Sweetie’s pussy turned her on. She felt her own pussy squeezed something long and hard, and she remembered in her panicked state she forgot to take the dildo out.
“Do you like it?” Sweetie asked.
“Mmm,” was the only response she could muster. Slowly, Sweetie’s clit poked out between her lips, and a bead of clear liquid ran down her thigh.
Unsatisfied with that response, Sweetie spread her labia with her hooves.
Scootaloo groaned; Sweetie’s pussy was pinker than she imagined. It looked so inviting with her juices running and her clit flexing. She found herself inches away, taking in the musky scent, so thick she could taste the tang through her nose. Sweetie’s vagina was a tight oval-like shaped hole that clenched every time her clit popped forward.
Scootaloo took her time studying Sweetie’s most intimate parts as her own arousal went wild. She felt herself flexing on the dildo as the thick musky scent almost got her off again. But she ignored it as she carefully examined every inch: the bean-shaped clit, the rich pink flesh, her clenching hole, begging to be filled, and her puckered tail hole—where her nose bumped against. She inhaled deep, the scent drove her wild and she extended her tongue and licked around the rim.
Sweetie gasped, “O-oh!”
Scootaloo drove her tongue into Sweetie’s tail hole, swirling it around, feeling her slick inside.
“Scoots, that feels so… strange,” Sweetie moaned, still holding herself open. “Does it—does it taste bad?”
Scootaloo withdrew her tongue from her, licked around her rim again, then pulled back to admire Sweetie’s plot hole. “No. It tastes tangy, but I kinda like it.” She then returned her tongue inside, pushing further than before. She pulled her tongue back to the tip then pushed the full length back in.
“Oh, do that again,” Sweetie groaned. She never expected she could feel such pleasure from there, but every time Scootaloo’s tongue slid in and out, it delivered an electrical shock. Soon she was moaning and groaning as Scootaloo’s tongue slid back and forth faster, occasionally stopping to lick around the puckered hole before diving back inside.
“Scoots, that feels amazing. I need you to lick me, though.”
Scootaloo knew what she wanted, but she kept her tongue deep in Sweetie’s plot hole. She stopped her tongue and prepared to pull out when an idea struck her. Keeping her tongue inside, she reached back to her own unattended parts and gave the dildo a couple of quick pumps then she pulled it out with loud slick sound.
Pulling her tongue out, Scootaloo planted a kiss on her puckered hole and took one last whiff, making her shudder. She brought the dildo, dripping with her juices, to Sweetie’s hole and pushed the tip in.
“Oh, yes!” Sweetie exclaimed when she felt the wet tip spread her.
After the tip penetrated, it slid inside with ease. Scootaloo pushed it to the hilt then turned her attention to the main course. She dove in, breathing Sweetie’s arousal deep into her lungs. She licked the entire length of her slit, making Sweetie shudder loudly.
Scootaloo groaned into Sweetie’s pussy, the taste was heavenly. Her arousal was sweet and tangy, and Scootaloo couldn’t get enough.
“Yes! Oh! Inside, inside!”
Needing no further encouragement, Scootaloo pushed her tongue against Sweetie’s entrance. Two hooves rested on her head, pushing her into Sweetie’s pussy as Scootaloo’s tongue slid inside the tight hole.
Oh, Celestia, I’m actually inside her pussy!
The taste was more potent inside, overwhelmingly thick. More fluids came gushing out. All of which Scootaloo slurped down happily as she swirled her tongue around inside, feeling the warm velvet-like walls. The sound of Sweetie’s moans and squeaks made Scootaloo increase her efforts. She slid her tongue out, swirling it around Sweetie’s swollen clit.
.
“You taste so good, Sweetie. I could do this all day,” Scootaloo said then resumed making circular licks on her sensitive button. With her hooves, she grabbed the hilt of the dildo and began sliding it back and forth.
“Yes! Oh, Scootaloo, talk dirty to me!” Sweetie wailed.
“I could lick you pussy all day, drink your cum, lick your tail hole. I want you to cum in my mouth!” Scootaloo felt Sweetie shudder and she knew what was coming. She pushed her tongue inside Sweetie’s depths just as Sweetie squealed. Her vagina clasped around Scootaloo’s tongue, contracting as juices came gushing out. She felt Sweetie’s body shake as her clit locked forward and her pussy spasmed.
Scootaloo kept her mouth latched on Sweetie’s pussy as her orgasm subsided.
“That. Was. Amazing!” Sweetie panted, running her hooves through Scootaloo’s mane as she continued to lick Sweetie’s pussy. “Scoots, oh… it ever feels good after…” Sweetie leaned back, enjoying the continued service. “Let me take care you. I know you need it.”
Scootaloo continued to lick Sweetie, ignoring her. She swirled her tongue around Sweetie’s sensitive clit, making Sweetie buck her hips.
“Scoots, don’t you want to lick you down there?”
“Mmm.” Scootaloo pulled away, wiping the dripping juices from her mouth. Sweetie closed her legs while reaching to remove the dildo. “Leave it inside. I want to buck you with that inside you after this,” Scootaloo panted.
Scootaloo presented herself to Sweetie, her pussy dripping. “I’m so —mmm!” Scootaloo let out a sharp gasp as Sweetie spread her pussy lips and her tongue made contact with her entrance. Sweetie licked her whole length a few times and then she started to focus around the entrance.
“You taste amazing!”
“Uuugh!” Scootaloo cried out as she felt Sweetie’s hot tongue penetrate her. She was so close. The way Sweetie’s tongue rotated and and dug into her depths and the heat of her breath against her clit were too much. It hit like a ton of bricks. She came hard and long into Sweetie’s waiting mouth.
Sweetie pulled her dripping mouth away, panting. “Wow, you squeezed hard.”
“Yours did too. That was amazing, better than my hoof. Sorry it was quick, I was so worked up, and being in heat makes it more sensitive I think.”
Sweetie nodded and smiled. “It’s okay.” She rested herself against Scootaloo, still on her back, she pulled the dildo halfway out of her ass then slid it back in. “It just feels so… different in there. Do you like it in there?”
“Sometimes. It just looks so hot, seeing it sticking out of you next to that amazing pussy.”
Sweetie groaned as she continued to work the dildo. “Well, you can lick it—and my other hole, any time you want.”
“Mmmm, me too.” She could feel the relentless heat returning as she watched Sweetie slide the dildo in and out of her plot hole. “Just give me a few…” Scootaloo moved herself out from under Sweetie and made her way between Sweetie’s legs. She stopped her ministrations when saw where Scootaloo was going.
Licking the outside of her labia, Scootaloo noticed a different taste then inside her lips. It was her flavor… just a different variation, like her plot hole and vagina. Scootaloo’s tongue spread her lips and travelled over the familiar treasure within. Her arousal returned instantly. She could feel herself dripping and winking. Scootaloo rubbed herself while exploring Sweetie.
But not wanting Sweetie too far gone, just yet, Scootaloo pulled her face out of her crotch and climbed on top of her.
“What are you doing?”
“We are going to rub them together. I heard this feels better than anything.” Scootaloo positioned herself, using her hind legs to spread Sweetie’s legs apart. She lowered her dripping pussy to Sweetie’s. She could feel her perky teats as their lowered bodies connected.
“Aaah!” They cried in unison as their clits touched. For Scootaloo, it was pleasure beyond anything she’s ever experienced. It drove her wild to have her most intimate parts held against another’s. She felt a thrill in sharing her body in such a personal way. To touch somepony the way she was made her realize just how special the other pony was to her.
Out of instinct, Scootaloo, bucked her hips, pushing her clit harder against Sweetie’s. “Sweetie! I love you so much.” She licked Sweetie’s neck and kissed her lips. She liked Sweetie's little squeaks and cute moans, the way Sweetie held her, and the way the hilt of her toy protruded from her ass.
“Oh, oh, oh, Scootaloo! I love you too. This feels soo good, especially with your toy inside me.”
Their bodies continued to grind as they approached their climax. The headboard was smacking the wall again as their tempo picked up. Scootaloo was starting to sweat as her thrusts became wild.
“Sweetie, I-I’m close.”
“Me too,” Sweetie whimpered.
A few more powerful thrusts and Scootaloo felt herself go over the edge. She pushed her clit against Sweetie’s as hard as she could as they both cried out in ecstasy. Their bodies vibrated as they squirted their juices all over each other’s pussies and the bed.
With a final groan Scootaloo rolled off, exhausted. For the time being, her heat had been sated. Sweetie slid the dildo out and rolled over, snuggling up against Scootaloo. “I love you,” she muttered then drifted off to sleep with a slack grin on her face.
Scootaloo kissed her cheek, taking comfort in holding Sweetie close to her. She was relieved her parents wouldn’t be back until later tomorrow, giving them plenty of time to fool around in the morning.
