Chickens and Mallows

Chickens and Mallows

Written by RB101

Chapter Seven: There's a First for Everything

I wake up from my little nap, more relieved than ever, staring at three ceiling with a smile plastered onto my face. Warm and fuzzy to the right of me, is Scoot, snoring away in the depths of most likely a really good and deep sleep. My smile stretches a little at the sight of her, cuddling against my a-

What is that running down the side of my leg? And why does it smell so odd?..

...oh...

Umm… ...fuck.

...what the fuck?! Is she really enjoying my presence that much?! Man, she really must like me for that to happen. Maybe it's what she's dreaming about. If only I could see…

...or not. I don't really want to actually. It may cause a spark in something a-

...Shit. Why!?!

Of all the moments this had to  occur, it had to be now. This might be the worst timing that I would ever face...

...or the best. Depends if you're into that.

“Good morning Brendan…”

Speaking of faces, Scoot has now jumped onto my torso and is now giving me lusty eyes. This might be the end of me if I don't control myself. That liquid running down the side of my right leg, her eyes staring into mine, it's all unbearable.

Hoarsely, I reply. “H-hey…”

She plants another kiss onto my lips, guessing to supply her needs. I can't take it back, I am kinda enjoying myself.

After three minutes of vigorous kissing, I pull back, out of breath slightly. “Someone’s a bit needy today…”

She looks down at my shirt, figuring out how to use it, “Yeah. I think I'm in heat now. Which means...” She starts tugging at my shirt. It's soon she discovers the little snake, no longer hibernating.

She bites her bottom lip, and lustily looks into my own eyes.

‘If she's in heat, she must be old enough to understand, meaning she is at least,  let's say, 10 or 11. No one really knows, so…’ I quickly weigh up two sides.

...well… here goes nothing… They don't tell us to take risks for a reason.

SCHOOL GOT ME LAID! BITCH, WHAT DID SCHOOL DO TO YOU!?

------------Alex------------

I sit at my computer, tapping on the desk in the darkness, headphones wrapped upon my head, staring at the computer screen and waiting for this BLOODY SOFTWARE TO LOAD!!! It's taken way too long already, and I am fed up of waiting. Sweetie Belle is jumping on my bed as per usual, and I completely disregard everything around me apart from the little filly.

Scootaloo walked back into Brendan’s room after Sweetie was taught about computers, and I haven't seen her walk out yet. I worry about what they're doing in that room, but that's not my priority right now. My priority is looking after Sweetie, and keeping myself entertained.

Sweetie starts tapping against my shoulder, which I ignore very well, the music has actually loaded for once and I start tapping on the desk harder. The software has finally loaded and I start playing around with it in joy.

She starts tapping on my shoulder again, harder and faster than before, yet I still take no recognition of it. I would rather be listening to “Needles” than to be conversing with her.

She pounces onto my lap.

...dammit Sweetie Belle.

I pause the track and take off my headphones. “What do you want?” I say with an irritated tone.

“There are some really strange noises coming from over there.” She points to the wall separating mine and Brendan’s room. Okay that really is bad... “My friend is in there, I hope they're okay…” her ears droop down to the sides when she says that.

“I would forget about it. They're okay, I just know they are. Brendan wouldn't harm her, so they should be in good terms.”

Silence takes the room as a culprit, and keeps it hostage for about an hour. During the time I try to figure out the noises on the other side. Is that?...

“It's still going on. I'm really scared.” she speaks with concern.

“Again, they're fine. They're most likely having fun in there…” I reply. ‘I can bloody well tell they're having fun in there.’ I think.

Silence takes the room yet again, and I catch the noises again. ‘Yeah… they are…  They've been in there for a while. Now I'm starting to worry. How long do they last!? The only thing I can really say is that I'm glad that isn't me…

Maybe it might be me. сука Блять.

“Anything about Scoot that I should know involving this time of the year?” I ask.

“Not that I know of.” she responds.

That really is helpful. Thanks Sweetie Belle…

"Oh, Sweetie, how old are you and Scootaloo?" I ask.

"We're both fifteen years old, and Scootaloo''s birthday is in three days, and mine is in two months."

"That's alright then." I reply. 'For Brendan, not so much.' I quickly muse.

A moment passes before Sweetie Belle speaks up.

“What's in that folder?” she says as she points to a random folder, which just so happens to be a folder with contents I shall keep undisclosed.

Let it sink in…

...yeah. That...

“Let's not go there Sweetie Belle. Did Brendan tell you never to use the Internet without care?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry Alex. Shouldn't get personal, if that's, umm, what computers are…” she apologises.

“Where mine is very personal Sweetie Belle.” I reassure, after putting my headphones back over my head.

Aside from the music blaring in my ears, it goes silent for another twenty minutes.

“It's stopped.” she finally says after about another ten minutes.

Thank whoever is up there, it was getting really annoying in there. I just hope they're okay...

------------Brendan------------

Man, that really was great. It went on for so long, I feel so much better after that. The sweaty, orange, purple, and minutely white ball of fluff and mess is panting underneath me, as am I. It may be a first for the both of us, but we really got the hang of it after about ten minutes.

Scoot quickly hugs and thanks me, and she races off the the shower first, meaning I have to wait for a bit. I turn my computer on in the meantime, and she rushes back in.

“I can't reach the buttons.”

I get up and head to the bathroom, turning the knobs to meet her requirements. After about two minutes of fiddling with the buttons, she allows me to leave. Turns out she likes her showers like myself. How coincidental. I leave her with a kiss before going to my room to attend my computer, which had turned on and loaded by the time I return.

It smells really bad in here, so I get up and grab the air freshener to hide the scent. I quickly clean the mess we left, and she walks back in once I've cleaned it. “That was relaxing. I really enjoyed what we did.”

“We both did. And I'm glad you glad you enjoyed it as much as I did.” I scoop her up into a hug.  “I love you Scootaloo “

She muzzles my neck with her muzzle and wraps her forelegs around my torso. “And I love you too Brendan.”

We kiss once again.

My god that was bad, wasn't it?7tttttlrhu

…uhhhhhhhhhh, what the fuck happened there!?

It's one of your glitch episodes that your keyboard has every so often.

Thanks, whoever you are.

You're weluucimyeu…

...I, er, think yours did it too.

Yeah it did. Shit.

Heh. This job is actually harder than I thought.

Tell me about it.  But you're the most qualified to tell it, so get on with it.

Okay boss…