Author's Note

Yup. It seems this story moves forwards a bit! No Gangbang in here, but still some nice juicy cloppy bits.

I kind of have the feeling that I'm using the words 'slut' and 'whore' quite often in this fic. Too often? Well, that's something everyone has decide for themselves!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Be sure to give me some critique or comment of it. I appreciate it. Especially since I'm trying to slowly implement some shipping. At least for our favorite little pegasus filly slut cumdump. Of course, other shipping possibilities will follow. But just because a pony can get shipped in this fic doesn't mean she will only get one hole stuffed. So no worry about that. This fic will stay true for what it stands!

Gangbangs!

All hail the Gangbang fetish!

P.S. Feel free to suggest another chapter name if you want. I just came up with it, but it does seem rather bland. At least compared to the other chapters in my opinion.

Changing With A Colt (Unedited)

Prodding.

That was the first thing Scootaloo’s sleep-addled mind registered as she slowly regained consciousness.

After the events of last night she fell right asleep, just like the first time. Her holes were all thoroughly stretched and gaping from the intense use.

From her duty as a Public Cum Dumpster.

Well, maybe not really public, considering only the stallions of the group were there, and they swore to keep it to themselves, but it was still the closest thing to it she could achieve, without risking her reputation. After all she wanted to get an awesome cutie mark and future as a daredevil, not as a cocksock. Even though she had to admit that this particular occupation has its own allure. And hay, she definitely wouldn’t mind to swap with Rainbow on cock cleaning duty next time to work her throat muscles a bit.

She couldn’t help but flick her tongue around her mouth.

Yep, she could still taste that salty flavor from her ‘meal’. It is a real drag that she has to wait till the next weekend to get used by throngs of stallions again, but she can’t fault them for thinking about her future.

Still, if she was lucky, maybe she could ge-

Another prod.

An annoyed murmur followed as Scootaloo’s thoughts of cock were interrupted. She tried to pull the blanket over her head, but even that could not soften the prodding much. And said prodding was incredibly persistent.

“Scootaloo?” two familiar voices chanted time and time again with each new infuriating throb.

Said filly grunted in dissatisfaction as she tried to ignore the pestering. At least she tried before she could feel her blanket being pulled away forcefully.

Now being robbed of the soft comfort, she whined as she opened her eyes groggily in the direction of the voices. Two blurs slowly took form in front of her. Scootaloo squinted.

“Applebloom? Sweetie Belle?”

“We thought ya would never wake up!” Applebloom exclaimed, “Did you already forgot that we wanted to go crusading today?”

Scootaloo blinked owlishly as Sweetie Belle nodded, confirming their plans. Plans Scootaloo finally started to remember as the cum-filled haze of her new activities lifted.

‘Huh. Maybe I was overdoing it?’ she thought, not believing how obsessed she became with sex that her everyday life totally went over her head.

She slowly sat up. Her widened and stretched pussy lips squashing against her bed sheets. A reminder of last nights activities. She wanted to moan out, but suppressed it by biting her lower lip. She definitely didn’t want to tell her friends about her new raunchy interest.

Thankfully her friends didn’t notice.

“W-What time is it?” the orange new sex-addict asked.

“It’s 10 am!” an all too chipper marshmallow pony answered, while Scootaloo groaned. It was way too early for her to be up.

Or for any pony to be that chipper for that matter.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly, trying to get the last vestiges of sleep out of them. Seeing how it didn’t work that good she then decided to stand up and stretch her legs, while looking back to her friends.

“So what’s planned?”

“Ya really don’t remember?” Applebloom says before shaking her head, “Ya really must have had a blast yesterday if ya already forgot.”

Scootaloo could only rub her neck sheepishly, “Yeah. The day yesterday with Rainbow was awesome.”

Sweetie then hummed in thought, “So your investigation went well? I mean a few days ago you were feeling not at ease and always swore about a zebra conspiracy.”

This actually made the filly blush. Now that she thought about it, she was really acting extreme. Well, not that it was not warranted. She was right that something was going on with the zebras and her idol. She only didn’t thought it would be harmless, or quite as…lusty.

“Yeah… About that. I found out that I was…wrong. Rainbow is alright and I just got it all wrong. She was simply…befriending them. They were in a bar, drinking and laughing. So definitely nothing suspicious happened that night!” she said the last part a bit too hasty for her comfort. But neither Applebloom nor Sweetie Belle noted or minded it.

“Ah’d say that we are simply glad you won’t be using that skintight latex suit anymore,” Applebloom jabbed playfully, while Sweetie Belle looked away with a blush.

Scootaloo however could only groan in annoyance, “Was I really that bad?”

“No,” Applebloom honestly replied before a teasing smirk crossed her face, “Worse.”

“Fine! I get it! I was a little jealous back then! Sheesh! So let’s get back to what’s important. What have we planned today?”

Both fillies grinned at her excitedly…as well as evily? Scootaloo definitely didn’t like that strange glint in their eyes!

“Well…” they started.

“Really?” asked the disgruntled and utterly despaired voice of our favorite little pegasus filly slut. Not that her plea was heard as her two friends only smiled all too sweetly and enthusiastically at her as they dragged her on her forelegs along.

“Really!”

And Scootaloo was really trying her best. Uttering her protests to what they had planned, not to mention parking her plot on the street. But dang it all, her friends could be rather persistent when they wanted!

In the end it seemed that nothing could be done against her two friends as they practically dragged her into Rarity’s boutique.

A boutique.

Just for you all to let it sink in.

Scootaloo doesn’t do boutiques.

So yep, Scootaloo couldn’t help but to curse herself for forgetting something that…girly. Especially after she was brought inside and found a particularly frilly and pink outfit on a ponequin.

Well, that alone might not have been reason for alarm. At least not if the ponequin wasn’t filly-sized.

Nor had wing holes on the back.

Bad signs.

She absentmindedly had to wonder if she couldn’t simply steal herself away, but her friends didn’t take their eyes off her. Or didn’t even let go of her for that matter.

“Rarity has to order some new materials and won’t be here to help us put our dresses on, but I’m confident that we can surpass this hindrance and soar to receive our make-over cutie marks!”

Applebloom happily bobbed her head in agreement, making Scootaloo groan.

Sweetie Belle then stood next to the dresses on the small stage. A stage which was holding two other dresses besides the pink one Scootaloo noted.

One dress was nature, or more accurately apple themed. It was green with apple like adornments and a saddle.

It might have been a dress but in Scootaloo’s opinion was a lot more bearable than the pink abomination that was for her. She honestly would rather get buttfucked by the entire town than actually wear it. Then again, Scootaloo must admit, while not as pleasurable as her pussy, getting buttfucked wasn’t anything bad, so she would probably even want to get buttfucked regardless.

After letting out a wistful sigh her sight went to the other dress. It was blue and had a musical theme. Simple as that. Also a lot better than, dare she say it, her dress. It actually made her wonder who picked the color for it.

“What do you think?” Sweetie Belle squeaked excitedly with sparkles in her eyes.

“I don’t have to wear the pink dress, do I?” Scootaloo deadpanned.

Of course her friends looked at each other with conspiratorial smiles.

“Of course not!” Applebloom exclaimed, making Scootaloo’s heart feeling light again in relief.

“First comes the mane! And I really love this part!” Sweetie chimed in bringing Scootaloo down from her relief as both of her friends suddenly had various brushes in their mouths.

Scootaloo instantly backed up, but only met a wall as her friends slowly neared her with their tools of doom.

An audible gulp escaped the little filly before the two cutie mark demons descended on her. Terrified screams followed shortly after.

“I hate you,” Scootaloo grunted as her two ‘friends’ had finished her make-over.

Applebloom had to suppress her mirth, while Sweetie Belle smiled patronizingly at her.

“We love you too!” was both ponies quick response as they proudly admired their work.

Scootaloo did the same and she couldn’t help but feel her stomach churn as she looked into the mirror before her.

It wasn’t enough to actually put her in a pink frilly dress which was so cliché even the princess of love would find it cheesy. They also had to mess with her awesome mane.

‘Well, at least I managed to avoid the make-up part,’ she thought comfortingly. But this comfort could only bring her so far with what looked back from the mirror. And what looked back was definitely something that didn’t scream awesome.

‘More like 20 % less cool,’ she thought as she lowered her head in shame at the rather girly get-up. Just to see her own reflection like that...

‘Well, at least nopony will see me in that dress,’ she thought with a forlorn sigh.

At least until she heard the doorbell jingle.

Her head immediately snapped to it at breakneck speed. And what she saw made her want to creep in a deep hole and bury herself alive.

A certain zebra colt had just entered the boutique. And his eyes instantly met her own. There was no time for her to hide.

Scootaloo couldn’t help the blush that covered not only her cheeks but her entire face as she saw the young zebra colt staring at her intently.

With a quick jolt she avoided looking in his direction. This was just beyond embarrassing and she hoped fiercely that he wouldn’t comment on her current appearance. She was feeling like already dying on the spot as is. Only thing worse would be if Rumble saw her in this pink princessy dress.

After a moment of nothing happening her head tentatively went back to the colts, relief slowly forming on her features.

‘Well, I guess he doesn’t care if I wear a dress or not, since he only seems to be thinking about sex.’

Oh, how wrong she was.

“PFFFT!”

Adisa’s cheeks had suddenly puffed out as he watched at her in now clearly visible mirth, completely seeming to lose his composure. Or at least losing it a little, seeing as he tried to hide his amusement behind a hoof he conveniently placed on his mouth.

“THIS IS NOT FUNNY!” Scootaloo screeched like a banshee with barely contained rage as she glared intensely at the colt.

Said colt took his hoof away, before he took a deep breath to calm himself.

“I just didn’t expect to see you in a dress. It seems a small filly has a little dirty secret to confess.”

“As if! What are you jerk doing here anyway?” Scootaloo asked with a deep frown, while Adisa simply shrugged.

“I’m just here to retrieve an order for my brother. He can really be a bother. Besides that I think, you should wear that dress during our private time where I spent you a very special drink,” he said while leaning forward with a lecherous grin on his face.

Scootaloo instantly stumbled back a bit, gulping while her cheeks seemed to glow a bit stronger for a moment at the implications.

She could still slightly taste the cum on her tongue.

It actually left her so shocked that she didn’t even notice her unicorn friend looking between these two, before a twinkle formed in her eyes.

“So, how long have you two been knowing each other?” was the innocent question Sweetie Belle posed. But of course the question still made the filly slut fidget a bit, seeing how…sexual all of her encounters were, even their first. Of course the fidgeting was interpreted by Sweetie Belle in a very special direction. A direction that made her want to squeal at the romantic implications of her friend being so shy to introduce that colt to them!

“We, uh, met yesterday. Abby, that one zebra, his brother, introduced us. Kind of happened when I was hanging out with Rainbow.”

Both of her friends listened attentively to that interesting piece of information. Something Scootaloo could understand, considering how she was glaring at every zebra she saw from afar just a few days ago.

After that Scootaloo didn’t want to elaborate any further. Of course it would be rather awkward of her to say that their first encounter ended with her being facefucked, so she left that out.

It was Applebloom who then broke the silence as she watched her green dress with foal-like excitement.

“Ah guess it’s time for us ta get dressed too!" she said, while Scootaloo waved her off.

“First I want to get back out of this dress!” she whined seeing her opportunity to get out of this situation as she lifted the dress from her behind to show her still blank flank, “It’s not like we gained a cutie mark from it.”

Sweetie Belle sighed and nodded, while Applebloom agreed a bit dejected as well.

“Still want ta dress up though,” she argued, “After all, Rarity already made these fancy dresses for us.”

The unicorn filly perked up as she bobbed her head in agreement as well.

“She is right!”

“But first I want to get out of this dress!” Scootaloo quickly argued.

Applebloom simply shrugged, while Sweetie Belle agreed too.

“Let’s go then!” the white filly excitedly said, before the colt stopped them in their tracks as he blocked their way.

“I could help her undress. It wouldn’t be a problem considering I have seen her in less,” offered Adisa rather forcefully with determination.

Applebloom raised an inquisitive brow, “Nah, Ah think we ca-uff!” but was silenced by a jab from her white unicorn friend, who seemed to beam at the idea.

“Sure!” she squeaked enthusiastically and Adisa simply nodded before swinging a hoof around Scootaloo’s withers and dragging her right into the changing room.

Her protests fell on deaf ears and she could swear she heard the soft squeaky giggles of one of her friends in the background.

The curtain was soon enough drawn shut, obscuring them from the others sight. The colt didn’t wait as he stepped behind her and started fumbling with her dress.

Scootaloo simply sighed in annoyance as well as confusion at his strange behavior, but was also glad to be rid of that pink abomination in a minute. It was pretty annoying that she needed help to actually get out of it, which only strengthened her resolve to avoid wearing dresses in the future even more.

Trapped in her own thoughts she didn’t notice the colt lift up the back of her dress and laying it over her back. She only noticed this as she felt a hoof prod her sensitive labia. A surprised gasp escaped her as this molestation was sending tingles of arousal down her spine.

“What are you doing?!” she hissed, but Adisa pointedly ignored her to play a little with her pliable honeypot.

The orange filly immediately scrunched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth, before turning her neck around and shooting the colt a heated glare, while still holding her juicy flanks in place.

The colt simply grinned at her as his hooves gave an especially strong prod, making Scootaloo look away with a needy whimper.

Before she could say anything else a weight settled on her back as the colts hot rod pressed against her outer pussy lips. Positively searing them with his heat.

He moved his hips a bit, feeling her pliable pink vulva gripping his cockhead with a pleading need. Something that made Adisa grin saucily.

“So what? You want it too, don’t you, you-” he said, before grinning even wider and leaning close to her ear, “-slut?”

A shiver went through Scootaloo’s body as she felt her twat moisten at his teasing tone. She couldn’t help but anticipate the act at this moment. An act they were going to commit right under her friends noses. The rational part of her mind of course tried to argue against it, but her newly awakened immoral side quickly told her to shut up and take his cock like the needy cum-addicted filly slut she was. So in the end the thrill of the whole situation proved to be too strong for her to deny as she felt the arousal increase with every second.

She felt Adisa’s cock push against her winking and slick fillyhood again and a small squeak escaped her mouth, which only seemed to make her face redden more.

She squirmed in place as the flat-tipped cockhead of the young colt was squishing teasingly against her labia, Adisa seemingly taking joy in this oh so sweet torture of his little pegasus slut. His tip was positively bathing in the fillies hot wet juices and it soon shined with a transparent sheen of it.

Seemingly satisfied with his teasing of the naughty filly, as well as anticipating the act himself he speared her on it as he pushed forward.

Scootaloo instantly bit down on her own hoof muffling her saucy moans as she felt her wet cavern being filled by his hot pillar of flesh. Her muscles spasmed as pleasure shot through her little body yet again and she couldn’t help but buck her own hips into Adisa’s sinking his cock as deep as it could go.

The little zebra colt didn’t lose any time as he started to pull out of her slick tunnel, before driving his big cock back in as he started his thrusting. He didn’t start slow but immediately bucked the little filly with strong and forceful thrusts, his every intention being to rut this little whores brains out.

Not that Scootaloo objected as she reveled in the dominance this colt held over her. All her previous protests and doubts to this lecherous act completely forgotten.

She then felt the little colt bit into her combed mane, before pulling it violently back. A sting of pain followed, combined with an incredible wave of ecstasy as he violently took her.

Scootaloo knew, he wasn’t making love to her. He was making her his bitch. And her vaginal muscles couldn’t help but clench at this thought as he was hammering into her.

She met each of his bucks in need, enjoyed each time his cock was rubbing and grinding against her sensitive walls.

She couldn’t help the small squeal that escaped her as his wet balls were slapping directly against her clitoris, stimulating her.

Unfortunately for her this garnered her some attention.

“Is everything alright?” Applebloom asked as she stepped closer to the curtain, making Scootaloo blanch. Even more so then Adisa pushed her forwards toward the curtain with his strong hip thrusts.

“Talk to her!” he teasingly chided the filly. And Scootaloo had no other choice but obey as Adisa pushed her head out of the curtains.

Scootaloo instantly felt her arousal and pleasure skyrocket, together with her embarrassment. The cock that was plunged into her again and again didn’t help matters as it was battering against her slick velvety walls, and only through sheer will could she even manage not to moan out right into her friends face right there.

‘W-What is he doing?!’ she thought appalled as well as highly aroused from the almost public act.

Unfortunately she missed to actually answer her friend, making her raise a suspicious eyebrow.

“Are ya alright?” she asked studying the orange fillies face, not knowing just how fucked she was. And that in both senses.

Scootaloo was shook out of her senses by that and decied to spread her hindlegs a bit more to gain a better stand and not rock visibly in front of her friend.

“I-I’m alright! J-Just traahhhh, *cough* trouble with the dress!”

Obviously the yellow filly had trouble believing it. Scootaloo’s labored breathes and beet-red face certainly weren’t helping matters. Not to mention the occasional grunts that escaped her.

The heat seemed to be increasing for her while she couldn’t avoid her gaze from her friends while she felt Adisa take her with his vigorous strokes, pummeling her insides and stirring them up.

Her juices were flowing freely now, coating the young colts hips, as well as Scootaloo’s own thighs in her own clear arousal, which was prove to just how much of an addicted slut she was.

“Ya look sick,” her friend commented before laying a hoof on her forhead.

Scootaloo herself was frozen by this action, this touch as it made her only more nervous.

Only a small piece of cloth separated her from being found out. From her friend seeing just how much of a whore she was.

The close proximity of an innocent filly being so near to this debaucherous scene spurred Adisa on as he sped up his movements, his hips bouncing against the fillies own as he pistoned into her quivering hot twat.

Scootaloo quickly removed the hoof from her forehead.

“I-I’m fine!” she desperately and needily shouted before pulling the curtain shut yet again, “J-Just hmphf! G-Give me ahhh- a minute!~”

Applebloom glared at the curtain suspiciously before shaking her head.

“Alright, but ya better be out in five minutes, before me and Sweetie will be dragging ya all out of there!”

While Scootaloo felt relieved, as well as strangely a bit disappointed, Adisa only chuckled.

“I don’t hink five minutes will be a problem whore, after all I feel your orgasm nearing and I can tell it will be rocking you to your naughty core!”

Immediately Scootaloo stuffed her mouth with her hoof again, muffling another pleasured cry from her as she felt herself overflowing with her own juices.

She knew that Adisa was right. She wasn’t going to last much longer. This little colts degrading comments, his strong pelvis thrusts, and his impressive shaft simply proved too pleasurable for her to endure for long.

Only a few more wet smacks were all it took for them both to reach their climax.

Scootaloo let loose a delightful cry that was muffled by the fur of her hooves as she felt her walls trembling with an intense orgasm. Her back arched and she leaned her head back as she felt ropes of the colts hot foal paste spurt and paint her inner walls in a naughty white. Each new spurt of it only seemed to make Scootaloo shudder more as her walls seemed to rhythmically milk the cock inside her greedily for every drop of his spunk.

Before long she could feel the flowing of cum stop as the colt had finished using her like the cum bucket she was. His flat-tipped member trapped the cum within, not letting any flow out of this little sluthole.

They remained like that for a minute, at least until she heard her friend groan again.

“What’s taking ya so long?!”

Scootaloo cringed, “One more minute please!” she desperately pleaded, which was followed by hoof shuffling, indicating Applebloom was moving away again.

She breathed another sigh of relief. However that hardly could be noticed under her labored breaths from their straining activities. Only a moment later she then felt the weight on her back being lifted. She turned around, but before she could say anything her head was grabbed and the colts still hot pulsing member was unceremoniously shoved down her muzzle.

“Cleaning now, my little sow,” the colt sultrily whispered into her ear, making Scootaloo shudder as her loosened snatch gave an aroused wink. A muffled moan escaped her as her eyes became half-lidded and she started her duty.

Without complaint her tongue swirled around his thick length that would certainly give some stallion a run for their bits. She all too greedily swirled her tongue around, tasting the mix of her own juices as well as the salty cum of the colts fervently.

Adisa stroked her mane almost lovingly as he bucked his hips against the lewdly slurping filly.

Before long he pulled out again.

“That’s enough, but be clear that I will come back to release more of my stuff.”

Scootaloo could only nod in a daze as the colt then did what he actually said he would do: Help her change the dress.

Not a second later the curtains were pulled apart by an annoyed yellow filly.

Luckily said filly didn’t notice the white dribble of sperm that was flowing down Scootaloo’s inner thigh.

After Scootaloo finally got rid of the dress she excused herself to the bathroom. Her own cum, as well as the colts sperm that was now continuously leaking out of her well-used pussy and needed to be taken care off. An electric jolt of pleasure hereby shot straight through her spine as the slimy substance traveled its way down her orange short fur from her thighs. This feeling made her squeak as she run with a red cheeks to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

This left the fillies alone with Adisa, who simply stared curiously at them.

While Applebloom shot him an annoyed frown from the time he took up in the changing room, Sweetie shot him a knowing grin.

At least Sweetie Belle was convinced she knew EXACTLY what happened to claim such a delay.

She was just about to strike a conversation with him before they heard the telltale sign of the doorbell. What followed was a white pristine unicorn that waltzed into the shop.

Sweetie Belle instantly greeted the mare with a smile. It was her sister Rarity.

Adisa pricked up his ears at the mention of her name, before strolling up to her.

“-sorry for being late, darling,” the unicorn apologized, “I hope you didn’t have any trouble with putting the dresses on.”

Sweetie Belle simply shook her head, “No. At least Applebloom and I haven’t had the chance to try ours on yet, since Scootaloo had trouble to undress again, but Adisa here volunteered to help her!”

The young mares eyes roamed to the zebra colt, looking at him intently. She furrowed her brows as she was aghast at the idea of a young colt undressing a filly, but then again, she knew nothing untoward would happen between them since he was a foal. Even though she couldn’t help it as some doubts settled in her mind as she noticed him being a zebra. Of course she quickly shook the discriminating thought out of her mind.

‘You really are being silly. He is just a colt after all. Even though he might be a zebra, and not to forget the brother of this sex fiend, it simply doesn’t mean that this colt would actually do something so uncouth.’

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted as the colt peered up at her inquisitively.

“Um, yes darling?” was her eloquent response.

“My brother told me to get his package quick, while he was busy handling a mare with his dimpfh-” Adisa tried to say before a hoof quickly muffled his sound.

“A what?” Sweetie Belle asked curiously while her sister simply waved her off.

“Nothing!” she screeched desperately, trying her best to preserve her sisters innocence, while at the same time mentally thinking about correcting her view of the foul-mouthed colt.

She then quietly mouthed a warning to the colt, coupled with a glare which promised a horrible punishment should he not behave. Adisa gave her his best deadpan stare, before reluctantly nodding.

After she sighed a sigh of relief she took her hoof of his mouth, before mulling his request over again.

“I don’t mean to offend you, but I don’t think such a package should be given to a young colt like you.”

Adisa simply rolled his eyes, “Fine. It is his problem not mine,” he said uncaring before turning around and leaving the boutique before Rarity could get another word in.

“What a rude colt. I will have to have a talk with Abioye about this,” Rarity said with a frown.

Just in that moment Scootaloo came back from the bathroom. She instantly noticed Rarity and greeted her. It was at that moment that her head whipped around as she noticed something.

“Where’s Adisa?” Scootaloo inquired, making Sweetie Belle look at her with a smug smile.

A smile Scootaloo didn’t notice.

“Oh, he had to go,” Rarity quickly interjected before looking back over the fillies, “More important, now that I’m here I can help you with your make-over!”

“Yay!” Sweetie Belle and Applebloom cheered, while Scootaloo only groaned. This was going to be a strenuous day.