Cutie Mark Crusader Salt Lickers

Scootaloo couldn't stop thinking about that day. The day she had followed her idol Rainbow Dash into Anon's house in a misguided attempt to bond with her. The memories of what she did with the two of them once she had regained consciousness made her revolted with herself. She had done things to him and let him do things that were confusing and frightening to her and left the most horrible taste in her mouth. She had cried so much in her room over it.

Yet she wanted more.

No, she needed more. Her body had caught wind of something that made her feel so good that she would do anything to get her hooves on some more of it. Even if it meant having the worst memories after she awoken she had to sate the urge. It was driving her mad, her friends were starting to worry with how distant she was with them.

Rainbow didn't invite her to another session. If she had Scootaloo would of said yes in a heartbeat. That was something that scared her. She tried to beg her idol about it but she didn't even want to talk about what happened with Anon outside of the most secretive of circumstances, and when she did she said she couldn't afford to pay for the both of them.

Anon charged exorbitant amounts for his 'salt', the stuff that secrets from his skin that has such a strange effect on ponies. As far as Scootaloo was aware Dash and her were the only ones who were in the know about this. She didn't want to go back to him. He wasn't a nice person. She didn't really like him when she was with Rainbow Dash, and she had only done what she did initially because she wanted to emulate her idol.

But it had felt so good when she actually did do it...

She wanted to buck herself in the flank when she found herself showing up at Anon's place in the middle of the night. She wanted to run back on her scooter and just go home and forget about all of this -- but at the same time her urges were far too strong to resist.

She rapped her hoof against the door "M...Mr Anon....Are you there?"

She heard some shuffling and then backed away as the large man came to the door. He felt even more intimidating now that Dash wasn't there with her.

"What do you want filly? its like 2 in the morning, what are you doing out here so early?" He didn't look like he was dressed for bed, but he did have a sleepy look about him.

She fidgeted, trying to search for an answer. Realization quickly dawned on the sturdy human's face and he started to chuckle.

"Already an addict eh? You ponies I swear. Did you bring any bits?"

"I...I don't make any bits mister..." she said "I...I need..."

"The first taste was a freebie kid, its the next one that's going to cost you. This is that time. If you don't have any bits I don't have anything for ya."

She leaped and hug onto his leg before he closed the door. "Please! I...I can't handle this...It hurts..."

He rolled his eyes and pulled her inside by his leg and then tossed her to the ground with a shake of his socked foot. He loomed over her with arms crossed as her flushed face looked up to him, pleading him to sate her addiction. He stretched and thought about her plight for a moment before a devilish grin showed up on his face. She felt so small curled up under the gaze of the strange large thing in the dimly lit room.

"Tell you what, since you are a cute filly and asked really nicely. I'll let you perform some work for me in exchange for a session with my feet."

She nodded from her position on her back. Even though she wanted to run away from him she needed to sate this need before she went mad with withdrawal.

"Your first job is to let me piss in your mouth." He said flatly.

She looked up at the large man with shrunken pupils. "W...what?"

"You heard me, you woke me up to get my salt and you aren't even packing bits. You can either swallow down my piss or you can fuck off."

She tried to sputter out protest but found no sounds coming out. Scoots vision was getting blurry with tears as she realized she actually was seriously thinking about doing this . The filly hated this. She hated herself more. It was driving her nuts the fact that she was even considering doing such a disgusting thing -- but she couldn't stop thinking about that feeling. Her body craved that high again, and she wasn't strong enough to properly say no. Meekly she nodded with a wimper, almost imperceptibly, causing the Human to laugh. Anon hadn't actually thought she'd agree to that, but here she was actually nodding. To think his sweat was this addicting to ponies.

With her head hung low and a single tear rolling down her cheek she followed the human into the bathroom, dreading what was to come. She really didn't want any part of this. Yet why did she get in the tub and prop herself on the side of it? Why did she shakily open up her mouth and stick her tongue out as the Human loomed over her? Why did she close her eyes and brace herself, visibly shaking as she anticipated what was to come?

She flinched as the hot liquid hit her tongue. Her eyelids scrunched and she shuddered at the taste pervading her mouth, but to her surprise that euphoric feeling she was looking for returned. Her brain was finally swimming again after its deprivation and she greedily swallowed everything she could possibly collect within her mouth. He laughed as he watched the filly's eager throat bobbing with each swallow of the salty liquid pouring out of him. Her face was glowing red with shame and lust and her whole body was trembling as the salty liquid worked its magic on Scoots senses.

"What do you know, I forgot urine had salt in it too. Looks like its working wonders on ya huh." his voice echoed off the bathroom walls as he watched Scootaloo's throat's desperate movements to drink the golden liquid down. The taste was absolutely abominable to the filly yet she couldn't get enough of it. It made her vision dance in the most pretty patterns she had ever seen. She didn't even mind as he trailed the stream on her face and mane at that point, she was too far gone to care.

Anon enjoyed every second of this while he thought of the implications. His sweat, his salt that came out of his body was a potent drug to these ponies. He could bottle the stuff and make a killing on the equestrian black market. He was practically pouring bits onto the filly if he thought about it. Still, seeing her face fight between bliss and embarrassment as she let the saline liquid pour into her gaping mouth was worth it in the long run. He didn't stop until the flow had completely been used up, even shaking off the last little drops onto the filly from his now rock hard shaft.

He'd have to do something about that.

In her daze, Anon reached down and flipped the filly around so that she was draped over the side of the tub with her face down and her plump posterior and tail dangling over the edge facing the human. Her wings were lazily buzzing at random intervals and her marehood was already on fire and winking. She raised her head in a fog, wondering why she was in such an odd position until she heard the clanking of a metal belt.

Face down in a tub with face and mane drenched in his piss and her nostrils filled with the intoxicating aroma of salt and ammonia -- It was only until Anon's large shaft had been pressed into her that her eyes shot open wide and she looked behind and above her to see Anon working his cock into her cunt.

"Damn you're tight..."

Her back hooves twitched and spasmed in the air and against the tub as they dangled over the edge of it, her whole body rocking as he bucked his hips into her, trying to get as much of himself as he could in her core. Her eyes scrunched as she braced her self with her fore-hooves. The filly let out the cutest little squeaks as he took her virginity.

"A..Anon..." she moaned out in a voice that sounded alien to her. Why was she doing this? Why did she...love it so much? She didn't imagine her first time being so degrading and yet as that hot pulsating shaft bored into Scoots her wings only grew more excited and her face only felt hotter. She bit into her hoof as she felt her folds contract and react around his rod, riding out a powerful orgasm that made her tail raise and swish rapidly. He managed to pull out before his own climax, taking aim at her muzzle and releasing his load all over her face and mane in spurt after spurt.

He picked up the filly by the back of her neck and raised her up into the air, watching her draw in all four of her hooves submissively as he brought her over to his mirror.

"I'd say that's a good look on you, don't ya think?"

She looked at herself in the mirror and felt a lump in her throat. She looked pitiable with her flattened wet mane and puffy flushed eyes. Her face and wet bangs had a glaze of cum on it. She sniffed and curled up in a ball in the air suspended by Anon's hand, feeling a dull ache growing in her core that would certainly feel worse once she came off of her high.

"I'll let you have some fun with my feet now." he cooed in her ear, not caring about his own smells coming off of her face "But you can't clean up until you get home. You are going to ride that little scooter all the way home and let my piss and cum dry all on that coat of yours. Got me?"

She hid her face in her hooves and nodded pitiably in agreement.

"I'll know if you don't and then you won't be getting any more salt out of me bits or no."

He was so horrible. She hated him. She wanted to buck him in the face with her hooves. She imagined standing triumphant over him with her friends...it was a stark contrast to her reality. Anon laid in his bed with with his socked feet over the edge of the bed and propped up on a plank of wood. She was there quietly suckling at the fabric, trying not to moan to loud as the salty taste worked her up again.

"After you suck the sweat off of my socks you can take them off and work directly on my feet." He had ordered her before laying down. "After you are done you can leave. "

"Y...yes Mr. Anon."

He tried to go to sleep at first, but he ended up just propping himself up on his side and watched the filly sucking the dirty fabric into her mouth. It tasted a lot worse than when she went directly on his skin on the account of the dust and oil caking on it, and she felt disgusted with her self by the time she had practically washed one of his socks clean with her tongue and mouth. Her sense of taste had overloaded with all the horrible flavors that had come on her tastebuds in the past couple hours she had been in this place.

"Hey filly..." The man's voice said in the dark room.

"Yes Mr.Anon..." she asked before gripping the tip of his sock and pulling the damp fabric off of his large foot with as much effort as she could muster. She had to buzz her wings a little to help yank it completely off and reveal the large sole she had been there in the first place for. She shoved her nose against in and breathed in deeply, her eyelids fluttering as she floated in the moment.

"Bring your friends over tomorrow. You got little friends right?"

She bit her lip "but...but I promised Rainbow..."

"You talkin back to me?" He asked in a deep voice. Scoots ears drooped nervously.

"No mister Anon." She went over to the other socked foot and got to work soaking out the sweat with her saliva as she listened to him talk.

"Since you can't pay me for these services, you are going to help bring in more customers for me and helping hand out free samples for me. The business you bring in will work to cover the debt you got with me right now."

"How...how much..."

"Dash payed me her life savings the last time I went at it this long with her, you owe me at least twenty thousand bits."

Her mouth fell open and her eyes dilated in fright at the amount he said. Yet that didn't stop her from sucking in a bit more of the dirty fabric in her mouth and cleaning it with her saliva and tongue. She was too into the moment to stop but he could tell she was nervous about the daunting debt.

"Don't worry about it, just bring some friends with ya and it'll tack a bit off the top of your debt."

Even through his sock he loved the feeling of her working diligently against his sole and sucking out all the dirt and sweat from it. He could see her still flinching from the flavors pervading her mouth and the euphoria of the salt that behaved like a drug to her body. Before long she was panting over the damp cloth with her tongue sticking out, finally done with her task and ready to start her main course. He hooked his toe in the top of the soaked sock and slipped it off his large foot in front of her face.

"Say thank you..."

"Thank you mister Anon." She intoned like she was in class before strongly brushed her aching tongue on the bottom of his heel to over along the sole. This was the good stuff she had been waiting for as she had been working through those socks. Her desensitized tastebuds were perfect for her as she went to town shifting from one foot to another, greedily sucking on the skin and nibbling on his feet as she licked off all the sweat she could. Anon found the massaging tongue and gently nibbling teeth so relaxing he ended up drifting off to sleep by the time she had started sucking on his toes.

It wasn't until the sun started peering over the horizon that she jumped and realized she still hadn't gone home, AND Anon had specified that she needed to get home without washing up. Her face had dried and felt so dirty to her. She would feel humiliated if anypony found her. It still took her a few minutes to pull away from him though, she still had her mouth glued to his big toe before regretfully pulling off of it and scurried out his door and onto her scooter.

She started her ride of shame back home as she kept her head down as best she could, trying not to draw attention to herself to any of the early risers even as her high was wearing off and the pain her core started to throb. She couldn't rush into her shower fast enough to get washed up -- shaking under the hot rain of water as the events of what took place in that house of Anon's started creeping into her head. She didn't want to bring her friends into this. She didn't even know why Dash had let her get into this.

Then again she did say she had a chance to turn around, and that once she started she wasn't going to want to stop. Scoots didn't think she had meant it so literally. She sat in her shower with her head hung low, sniffing as she thought about how she was going to end up doing the same thing to her friends.

But....it felt so good though....