Curiosity Caught the Crusader

She loved being in Cloudsdale during the short time before sunset, but after what was known as cloudset, when the sun set below the clouds. It made clouds lit up to the point of glowing in colours of the softest of rainbows. Once, she'd asked Twilight to explain it, but she didn't quite understand her teacher’s excited talk of refraction indexes and other concepts she really didn't have a clue about.

Scootaloo had tried explaining what it looked like to her friends, but of course, neither of them were pegasi, so they just couldn't understand. They could look up at the sky and see a faraway, flat cloud cover, but they couldn't see it up close, see the subtle beauty of those precious moments. Not even Princess Celestia’s Castle could look as beautiful as that.

Wandering Cloudsdale Park was her favourite thing to do at that time, to look at the cloud plants, the water fountains and most of all the other ponies. Cloudsdale’s twilight hours were always a time of beautiful, romantic moments shared between ponies, when everyone could forget their worries (and homework) for just a little while and just enjoy life as only pegasi could.

The orange filly never felt more at home than when she was surrounded by the obvious love pegasi had for each other, even for a near flightless one as herself. They didn't pity her for her terrible flying, unlike the utterly bizarre earth ponies of Ponyville who probably would never even see Cloudsdale, let alone during twilight. Here, she was at home, and never judged for what she was.

Well, mostly. A lot of ponies would be shocked if they knew what she really was. Not even Rainbow Dash could understand, she was sure. Because who would? No normal pony would want to do what she loved more than anything. She loved being seen. By anyone, anywhere. But especially right now, in the park while couples and hopeful lonely ponies wandered past.

Her need burned her up inside, pouring out from her body, but especially between her hind legs, causing her pussy to drip even as she entered the park, her tail swishing with excitement, drawing attention and worse, spreading her scent in the air. No pony in any kind of polite society would swish their tail in public like that, let alone a filly her age. It wasn't just rude, it was scandalous. But Scootaloo loved it, and probably had for as long as she could remember.

Being a cloud bound filly, she wasn't judged, exactly, but she was still a bit of an outsider, a loner, even to ponies like Rainbow Dash who pretended she didn't care, or worry behind her back. But she did, they all did. Pegasi all had this thinly veiled arrogance about them, thinking themselves better just because they could fly, effortlessly, unlike earth ponies and unicorns, who had to work for everything they did.

And it was these lazy, entitled, elitist ponies she shared a race with. Sometimes, she hated what she was. Wishing she was just an earth pony, nothing special. Especially not a ‘special’ pegasus. But her status was what allowed her to be herself, more than anything else ever could.

Her sometimes strange behaviour was more easily excused, ponies looked the other way when she struggled or took a little longer than she should. And she took full advantage of that. Every opportunity she had to be a little damsel in distress, she took as if it was second nature - her clumsiness and hapless charm were almost practiced, deliberate more often than not.

Reaching up to a store shelf higher than she could reach, one leg resting on a lower shelf as if to push her up, but in reality spread her legs as she raised her tail up high in exertion. Revelling in the thought any pony could see her private parts from the right angle, and probably smell her heat long after she'd left the store, she then found the nearest quiet hiding spot outside to immediately settle down and fucked herself silly, barely containing her moans.

It was almost a daily occurrence for her, to be outside, barely out of sight in some alleyway or behind a bush, as she teased her constantly aroused little cunt. Hoofstrokes slow, practiced, in tune with her need to be teased, to take her time and imagine all the ways she could be caught, all the ponies she could be caught by.

Friends, strangers filled her mind, the shock on their faces to catch a little filly lewdly exposing herself, touching herself and quietly moaning with need. Smelling like a manticore in heat. Wishing they would give her what she truly craved.

Big Macintosh forcing his beautiful cock into her tight virgin asshole while Apple Bloom and Applejack lick away at her clit and kiss her all over.

Three strangers’ cocks filling all of her holes at the same time, caring only for their own pleasure as they use her mouth, ass and cunt.

Mayor Mare tying her up in the center of Ponyville Square, legs spread, letting unicorns like Twilight, Rarity and Trixie use their magic to torture her with sexual pleasure and show the town what a needy, filthy little filly slut she truly is.

Fantasies like these are what always brought her to the park, an almost magical place where everything shimmers in the last sunlight of the day, making everything seem that much more dreamlike and magical. It made her feel safer, even if she knew she wasn't. But it made it easier to pretend what she did wasn't entirely real and entirely wrong. Despite her many moments of depravity, both in mind and body, the little filly was still a virgin, and even she didn't know how that was possible.

Today, she was in a particularly daring mood, and decided to seize the moment and do something inspired by an observation Rainbow Dash had made recently. Cloudsdale often turned a very similar shade of orange to Scootaloo herself, to the point it could be hard to spot her if not for her mane and tail. mane and tail. Of course, it was incredibly easy to hide inside most clouds, so as long as she paid attention to that, she would be able to stay hidden quite well.

She could probably get away with exposing a lot of herself, while still remaining largely hidden. Looking around, she found many couples wandering the park, and quite a few single ponies as well; it was more crowded than usual. Older ponies, younger ponies, practically every type of pegasus was represented and there were even a handful of non-pegasi.

The spot she had chosen led her to a deeper part of the park, surrounded by all sorts of cloud plants and foliage. It was darker and denser than the edges of the part, which was of course her intent, as it allowed her to easily sneak into the clouds themselves without being noticed.

The wet, silky feeling of being surrounded by clouds always pleased her, especially in the warmer clouds. She took some time to settle, imagining herself like Winona finding the most comfortable place to settle down, with the added benefit of soaking her fur and mane completely in the wet warmth provided by the cloud. She manipulated the clouds like cotton candy clay, shaping it into a comfy bed of sorts, careful not to disturb the only slightly see-through outer layers too much.

Settling down on her new bed, tail tucked under her butt, she lay back and relaxed as she started taking in the vague shapes of ponies moved by some distance away, looking like they would through steamed up, fluffy glass. Ponies would have to get very close to notice her, so she felt safe to let her mind wander.

She wished she could talk to someone about how she felt, about who she really was. But she was sure not even Rainbow Dash would understand, even if she probably wouldn’t judge the orange filly for her desires. Well, maybe she’d be upset if she realised Scootaloo’s desires towards the cyan pony herself. How Rainbow had never noticed her crush was something that still baffled her.

Just being near the mare made her clit throb with idle excitement, let alone when she was close enough to smell Rainbow’s sweaty musk right after she’d been practicing her flying. Even just thinking about her made the filly shiver with excitement, as memories and fantasies flashed through her mind. Breathing in deeply, she tasted her own musky heat in the moistness of the cloud surrounding her, and imagined walking up behind her idol and just burying her muzzle inside the mare’s cunt, right in public.

Finally allowing her hoof to touch her clit, she moaned loudly before her eyes snapped open when she realised where she was, out in the park, potentially surrounded by ponies. Quickly glancing around, she didn’t think anyone had noticed, other than one pony who seemed to be looking around with some suspicion. At first glance, the cyan pony could have been Rainbow, but it wasn’t.

Breathing a sigh of relief when he shook his head and continued along his path, she too went back to what she was doing, her adrenaline only fuelling her arousal. He was still heading in her direction, and she couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he did know she was there. Carefully, she calmed her breathing.

Her eyes were locked to the pegasus’ form and she rubbed herself slowly, imagining all the things that could happen from this point forward. He could walk by, or he could poke his head inside her little hideaway and discover her right there, fucking herself madly. She knew he’d be shocked, but would he be aroused? Maybe he’d stay, or run away.

He was just hoof lengths away from her when he paused and sniffed. He could smell her! She gasped, then smacked herself in the mouth with her hoof, causing her to mewl in shock. He knew she was there now. Scootaloo held her breath and stayed as still as possible, watching his every movement.

Turning right toward her, he stepped forward, into the cloud and came face to face with a small filly lying on her back with her hind legs spread wide, one hoof frozen just above her exposed pussy, the other half covering her face. Purple eyes met shocked brown, and she couldn’t help but cast her gaze lower, towards the pegasus’ cock, feeling incredibly pleased to see it slowly extend from its sheath as the seconds passed.

Her idle hoof touched touched her clit and she moaned again, not bothering to disguise it as she started playing with herself once more, Scootaloo’s gaze locked on the engorging cock in front of her. She licked the tip of her other hoof as she imagined taking it into her mouth, her breath quickening as she neared her climax rapidly. Her limbs shook fiercely as her climax overtook her completely, leaving her with a sudden exhaustion, her pussy pulsing and gushing with her liquid pleasure.

A stray thought flitted through her head, making her imagine her filly juices raining down on some unsuspecting pony below. She giggled weakly and once again met the eyes of the pegasus in front of her. He still seemed frozen in shock, eyes wide, breath shallow. Grinning, she stretched slowly, her eyes following his pupils roving across her little body, taking her time to regain the fine control over her limbs she normally enjoyed.

Revelling in his complete attention, she slowly rolled up onto her hooves and simply walked past him, making sure to graze his still throbbing cock with her wing. Scootaloo acted as if she was in complete control, right up until she was outside the cloud, at which point she took off as fast as her hooves could carry her.

She probably wouldn’t come back to Cloudsdale for a while...