“So, here it is! My place! What do you think? Cool, right?”
With a flick of the switch, the cloud ceiling above Scootaloo thinned out. Warm evening sunlight poured in and illuminated the spacious living room. It was sparsely decorated. Only one beat-up chair sat in the middle next to a sorry-looking end table. A pair of comfortable dark brown bean bag chairs sat on top of each other on the other side of the room. Stacks of cardboard boxes loomed over the furniture, filled with unpacked belongings, teetering with the gentle swaying of the cloud house.
“It’s way cool! Wish I had my own place sometimes. I can’t believe you moved out already!” said Rumble, eagerly trotting through the room. The orange light glowed on his light gray coat. The tall, lanky Pegasus glanced back at Scootaloo. “Your parents were alright with that?”
“Nah,” Scootaloo waved a dismissive hoof at him. “They wanted me to stay home until I was a full grown mare. I can’t do that! It’s not me. They want to keep me all cooped up until I’m eighteen? Pfft!” she rolled her eyes. “No way! So I saved up enough and now I’m flyin’ on my own.”
Rumble reached up to grab a paintbrush sitting on one of the boxes. “Didn’t you build this place yourself? It’s mostly cloud. Plus tile is pretty cheap. Nothing to brag about.”
“Uh, yeah, so? It’s not a free house dude. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Alright, I was gonna say it’s pretty lame thing to brag about.”
“Are you saying my place is lame or something?” Scootaloo ran to Rumble, staring up at him with a scowl.
“Nope. Just that bragging about it is lame,” he snickered.
“Yeah?! Well guess who’s still living with his brother! RUMBLE!” she planted a hoof in his chest. “You’re lucky I’m even letting ya look at my awesome place.”
“Calm down, I’m joking, Scoot,” he backed away with a laugh. “I can’t believe how easy you are to rile up.”
“I can’t believe you can be such a total jerkwad half the time.”
“Oh come on, I didn’t mean it. For real, it’s nice. I like it!”
The smaller orange Pegasus glowered up at him for a moment longer. “Fine. Now do you wanna see the rest of my place of just make fun of it some more?”
“Sure! I want the grand tour.“
With a loud harrumph Scootaloo beckoned Rumble over to the doorway down the hallway. A kitchen area held spots for an oven and refrigerator. A dining room table sat packaged in its box on the floor. There was a dimly -lit den filled with more cardboard boxes connecting to that room. A small bathroom with just a sink and toilet opened up next to it. Going upstairs led to another hallway lined with empty picture frames hanging on the walls. Throwing open the curtains, Scootaloo showed Rumble another bathroom, much roomier than the one downstairs, was in here containing an actual space for bathing. Two dark rainclouds hovered inside. There was a doorway connecting this bathroom to the master bedroom inside. Scootaloo pranced through it excitedly and threw the door open.
“Wow…” gaped Rumble. This bedroom was enormous –easily the largest room in the house. There were two fancy end tables flanking a large round bed with clean white sheets and two fluffy pillows. The room stretched into an open balcony. Rumble flew over excitedly, stepping outside to see a grand view of the entire town. Warm sunlight graced his face. He sighed heavily, enjoying the gentle breeze flowing through his mane.
“Now you’re impressed, huh?” Scootaloo strutted around the room proudly.
“I take almost everything back I said about your house.”
“Almost everything!?” she elbowed him in the leg.
“Alright alright. I’m confirmed for jealous,” admitted Rumble with a grin. “Honestly I’m just surprised you went through with it. You’ve only been talking about it forever.”
“Yeah, well, all my friends are growing up so fast and I wasn’t going anywhere. So I thought, ‘Hey if I move out, maybe things will change for me!’ So far, things feel different…what?” she glared at Rumble, who was chuckling again. “What’s so funny?”
“Something you said,” he struggled to get his laughter under control. “It’s nothing, forget it.”
“If it’s something funny I want to hear it.”
“I don’t think you’ll laugh.”
“Why?” asked Scootaloo tersely.
“I just don’t!”
“Tell me or else!”
“Or else what?”
“Oh you know what,”
Rumble considered his options carefully.
“When you were talking about your friends…you said about things changing and growing up,” he was straining to hold back a laugh. “Then I thought about you at the mayors’ office buying the airspace and telling her that getting this house will make you taller.”
“YOU TOTAL ASS!” She jumped him, wings buzzing loudly on her back. Rumble burst into laughter as they cartwheeled briefly in midair. They fought in a furious mess of feather and hooves before Scootaloo landed on the bed, pinning him to it. “I can’t believe you would even think that. I hate you so much right now!”
Scootaloo threw some punches at Rumble's chest. They weren’t nearly at full power but she was strong enough that Rumble did his best to deflect them. “You know I hate being made fun of for being so short!”
“Ahaha-OW! Quit it!” he grabbed her hoof and squeezed it tight. Scootaloo reached back with her free hoof to batter him again. He caught that too. His grip was stronger than hers and she struggled to break free, pulling with her all her might and straining her shoulders. Finally she gave up, letting her hooves go slack. Rumble cautiously let her go.
“You aren’t that short, Scoot. Besides, you aren’t even an adult mare yet. Don’t sweat it.”
“Why shouldn’t I sweat it?” moaned Scootaloo, collapsing on top of him. “I’m going to be short forever. Apple Bloom is already at the normal pony height. Sweetie Belle is like, taller than everypony in town now! You,” she looked up at Rumble, “you need to stop growing too. I feel like a little foal everytime I stand next to you –especially when you’re six whole inches taller than me!”
“Seven,” he corrected with a nervous smile. “I might end up growing as big as one of the guards, according to the doctor…”
“UGH!” Scootaloo moaned in exasperation. “Why do I have to be so little! Literally everypony is going to be taller than me!”
“Hey cheer up! It’s not so bad. You weigh less than an average pony right? So doesn’t that make you a faster flier?” he suggested.
“Maybe…I don’t know. Everything sucks for me. I’m puny, and if I don’t grow up to meet the standard size for a mare then the Wonderbolts won’t even consider me. My life will be over and I’ll end up as some deadbeat Pegasus shoveling poop out of the Canterlot Gardens and-“
Rumble shot his hoof up to cover her mouth. “It’s waaay too early in your life to make conclusions like that. We’re still young! There’s time to grow.” He nuzzled her neck affectionately. “Remember how you said I was going to be a shrimpy little wussbag for the rest of my life?”
Scootaloo blushed a bright pink. “Rumble, that was before we were…”
“Then when I turned fourteen my legs started growing,” he continued, slowly stroking her mane. “Then a year later my voice got deeper. Now I’m still growing and the doctor doesn’t think I’ll stop for another few years. He said I’m going to be a big stallion. You’re only like a year younger than me. You’ve got an awesome new house, plenty of time to exercise and eat right. There’s no way you can be freaking out over this right now.”
Scootaloo sat back on her haunches, shifting herself down Rumble's chest. Her purple eyes were looking nowhere in particular and seemed lost in thought —her tail idly flicking across his stomach. The setting sun sank further down the sky, illuminating the entire room, and her, with brilliant warm orange light. Rumble admired her striking coat and hair, the way it caught her eyes, how the tips of her ears seemed to be blazing an orange fiercer than the sun itself.
“You’re right…as usual,” Scootaloo finally said. I’ve got plenty of time. I’ve got my friends. I’ve got my job. I’ve got my wicked new house…” she turned her gaze to him. “I’ve got you.”
Rumble leaned up on the bed, Scootaloo sliding down his chest to his belly. He planted one hoof on the mattress for support and draped the other around her neck for a kiss. Scootaloo leaned into him, opening her mouth and meeting his tongue with her own. They played around for a few moments longer, forcing the others tongue back into each others’ throat, fighting for dominance in the kiss. Being bigger, Rumble usually won here, but just as often relented.
Scootaloo pushed him back down against the mattress, not breaking the kiss. Rumble felt her rise off his stomach. He was feeling warmer by the second, and it wasn’t just the sunlight pouring through the window. His long wings felt stiff. They were crushed under his backside. Adjusting himself, he let them splay out along the bedsheets. The grey plumage shone in the sunlight. Scootaloo eyed it jealously and sighed in his mouth.
“C’mon Scoot. You just said-“
“I know!” she interrupted. “I’ll shut up.”
“Good,” he said with sudden heat. “Where were we?”
Rumble pulled her close to him, the make out session becoming much more intense. He ran his hooves through her stiff wings. Scootaloo moaned loudly, enjoying the sensation of her feathers being run through, and lightly bit his lower lip in response. Rumble growled, grabbing her round the waist tightly and rolled on the bed. He was on top now, his impressive wingspan flared out and shading Scootaloo from the suns’ rays.
“Mmm,” she moaned again. Making out wasn’t a new thing for them. Scootaloo took plenty of opportunities to make out with him in public, in private and in front of each others’ parents (for laughs). Today felt different for some reason. They weren’t on a park bench, or in her cramped bedroom above the kitchen. For the first time the thrill wasn’t from the public eye or the chance of being discovered from a nosy relative —it was in her own home, on her own bed. It was refreshing. Scootaloo felt her heart beating faster in her chest. A fresh heat burned in her loins.
She dared to take the next step.
“Hey, Rumble,” she panted, breaking the kiss. “Hey.”
“Yeah?” he licked his lips.
“Let’s do it.”
“What?” Rumble shook his head as if he’d misheard.
“Let’s do it,” repeated Scootaloo, lowering her eyelids. “Let’s go all the way.”
“What!?” he exclaimed. “Really?”
“Right here, right now,” she squirmed in anticipation, feeling hot all over. “Come on dude. We’ve liked each other for the longest time. Plus we’ve been a thing for years now.”
“I know that. It’s just…now?”
“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “Come on Rumble. We’re practically grown ponies already. You said so yourself. Besides, we’ve got the whole place to ourselves. Let’s do it!”
“Uh…Scoot. I’ve never done this before…” he said sheepishly.
Scootaloo scoffed. “Duh! Me neither! So let’s start right now!” On cue she spread her legs for him. From her angle she got a very generous view of his stiff member hanging below him. “Looks like you’re good to go, big guy.”
Rumble gulped. Make out sessions like this always guaranteed an erection like the one he had right now. It was embarrassing at first, especially when it happened in public places or worse, the dinner table. Nothing was as comparably worse to trying to talk to your marefriends’ parents with a growing erection pushing along under the table. Scootaloo always thought it was funny in a way -occasionally touching with it or giving his heavy sack a little fondle or too. Now she was requesting that he go all the way.
“Maybe I should go and get a condom or something…” he offered. Scootaloo crossed her forelegs and pouted. “Or maybe not. In fact maybe it’s a good thing we don’t have one. Remember in Sex Ed when Cheeril-”
“Rumble just shut up already.”
Scootaloo stared up at him expectantly. He gulped again, spreading his rear legs apart on the bed slightly. She shuffled herself down the bed, so that she was staring up at his upper chest instead of his face. He awkwardly positioned himself above her. The tip of his head pressed against her slick little mound. This was it. Now or never.
“Ohhhhhh,” cooed Scootaloo, feeling the pressure growing against her pussy. Rumble gently rolled his hips forward, parting her lips with some extra effort. “OHHHHH,” she shivered, feeling him inside her for the first time. She squeezed her legs together, and a huge smile crested her face. It felt so good.
Rumble was in equal worlds of pleasure. Feeling Scootaloo wriggling underneath as he gently pushed inside her was something else. He threw his head back and groaned. It was tight going so far, but she was indescribably wet inside, and, tight as she was, he felt her stretching around his girth. He pushed a little further and stopped.
There was resistance.
“Whoa…” he looked down at Scootaloo. “I knew you were tiny but-“
“That’s not…you aren’t all the way…inside of me, dummy,” gasped Scootaloo. “Your penis…isn’t that big…what you’re feeling…is my…y’know,” she circled her hoof around, the word lost to her at the moment. “Thingy.”
Memories of Sex Ed flashed through Rumbles’ subconscious. He didn’t find the definition but the phrase ‘tearing sensation’ repeated itself in Cherrilees voice.
“This might hurt,” he said to her.
Scootaloo snorted. “Keep going. I can take it.”
“Are you sure?” he asked cautiously.
“Yeah I’m sure. What’s the big deal, Rumble?”
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
The sun dropped below the horizon outside, bathing the room in much softer, cooler hues of dark reds and purples. Scootaloo stared upwards at Rumbles’ heaving chest. She knew it would hurt. She’d heard enough about sex to know that a fillies’ first time always comes with some pain.
“I can handle it. Go ahead, dude,” she tenderly rubbed his foreleg with her own.
Rumble gently pulled out of her, leaving the only the very end of the tip in. Scootaloo bit her lip, whole body tensing, then felt the length of his shaft plunge past the thin barrier of flesh deep into her virgin depths.
“AH!” she tried her best to hold it in but a sharp squeak escaped her lips. Instantly her hind legs shot out far as they could. He was completely filling her now, and her tunnel gave a rippling squeeze over the thick intruder buried inside her. It hurt! Scootaloo felt him shift slightly inside of her, sending shockwaves of pain up her chest. It hurt so much! It was like he’d stabbed her with a knife in the most sensitive part of her body.
“Are you okay, Scoot? Do you want me to stop?” Rumble’s deep voice said from somewhere above.
Scoot said nothing, biting her lip to stop herself from making any painful noises. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. To push him off. Tell him this was a stupid idea. She couldn’t, though. Not after convincing him to go along with it. Then she’d be a crying little filly who couldn’t handle sex the first time because of a little pain everypony goes through.
Rumble pulled out a little, and then pushed back in again. Being entirely inside of her like this was heaven. He could feel every inch of her, every little shift in her weight. It was hot and wet and tight and he couldn’t help but groan in pleasure. Tearing through her hymen had elicited a yelp of pain from Scootaloo and he couldn’t fully enjoy himself if she was hurting. He lowered his head in the dim light of the fading sun and asked her again if she was okay. Although she nodded and told him to keep going he stared at her eyes. Scootaloo blinked, and a tear ran down her cheek onto the white bedsheet.
Rumble pulled himself out.
“AH!” yelped Scootaloo, taking a deep breath. She realized she hadn’t inhaled since he entered her. Rumble moved down the bed until he was facing her. “Why’d you do that for?”
“I think I was hurting you. I’m sorry,” he mumbled. Scootaloo remained silent, choosing to not admit how much it hurt aloud. They both knew. It must have been really obvious by the worried look etched on his face.
“It did hurt…don’t be sorry. It’s supposed to,” she finally said, putting a hoof to his cheek. “Thanks for ignoring me trying to act tough.”
The pain in her loins remained present, if slightly subdued. Scootaloo relaxed the muscles in her thighs, feeling the initial tenseness leaving her. There was a new feeling there –an emptiness of sorts. Rumble had been gently nuzzling her neck.
“Okay…I think I’m ready to try again.”
“What!” he looked down at her in surprise. “No way! I don’t want to. Really. Especially if you…”
“Rumble, listen to me,” said Scootaloo sternly. “I think I’ll be okay.”
“Are you sure, Scoot? You looked not so good,” he said, remembering the strained look on her face.
Scootaloo sighed, then pecked him on the lips. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”
Without anything further she slid back down below the bed. Concerned as he was for her, the brief pause in lovemaking hadn’t left him any less erect. If anything, he was absolutely aching to continue, to be inside of her like that again. His penis throbbed eagerly. Blindly fumbling around for a moment he found the entrance to her pussy. With one more assurance from Scootaloo he rolled his hips forward.
Scootaloo gasped. The pain was there again, yet it wasn’t overbearing. When his hips met hers at the hilt she could feel a dull ache of the initial spearing. A newer, pleasurable feeling was beginning to take hold. He may have not had much practice but for a first time he was doing things right. Rumble was taking a slow pace and enjoying it immensely. The hot, wet tightness when he was fully inside, and the rhythmic gripping of her tunnel around his shaft when pulling out, was amazing. Scootaloo was moaning with every thrust now and getting louder with each one.
“Rumble?” she breathed, feeling him pull out of her, “remember when you cummMMMM,” she sucked air though her teeth as he thrusted back inside a little rougher. “AH, when you, cum, just don’t do it, inside me okay?”
“Uh-huh,” he grunted in response.
“Alright…just so you know.”
They coupled back and forth together like this for another fifteen minutes or so, every second of it a blissful experience for the both of them. The pain was all but a memory for Scootaloo now. In its place was a powerful feeling of ecstasy flowing through her body. Rumble had taken up a stronger pace, delivering a series of strong thrusts into her, his heavy balls slapping against her clit with each one. Scootaloo writhed against him, moaning loudly in one continuous wail, pulling at the bedsheets, feeling her coat burning as if it were on fire. There was a stronger feeling in her chest, like a spring coiling inside, getting tighter and tighter with each thrust, and at last it felt her heart leapt out her chest and spread sheer, blinding waves of pleasure throughout her entire body. Scootaloo heard herself yelling Rumbles’ name, then felt nothing else but the ecstasy of her orgasm.
“AGH! NFF!” Rumble felt Scootaloo suddenly jolt beneath her. She writhed, thrust her hips wildly and flailed her limbs and wings as if possessed.
“RUMBLE!” she screamed.
Her already tight tunnel squeezed his throbbing member even harder, rhythmically releasing and grasping him in as she convulsed underneath. It was too much for him to handle. Rumble felt himself tighten, his own orgasm rushing through his stiff rod like a freight train, and before he could erupt inside of her, pulling out with a yell of his own and unloading onto the bedsheets beside her. Gasping from the cooler night air teasing his warm genitals he shook his head. Blinking a few times he inhaled the fresh breeze blowing through the window.
Damn did that feel amazing.
“Scoot?” he looked down at the mare still writhing in place. Judging by the glazed look on her eyes and wide smile plastered on her face she was still coming down from her own orgasm. His eyes drifted down her slim form to her legs and her…
“Eugh,” he stuck out his tongue. Blood stained the bedsheets by her pussy. His eyes widened in frightened realization and his attention shot to his own groin which was also splattered in her blood! From her-!
“AGH!” as quickly as his wings carried him, Rumble bolted to the bathroom, squeezing a raincloud dry and furiously rubbing himself clean. It was everywhere along his coat, privates, even his inner thighs! Rumble winced at the fluffy (now pink hued) cloud in his hooves. Not even thinking he stuffed it down the drain. Flying back over to the bed he tore off the blood and cum-stained sheets (checking and relieved to see it hadn’t stained through the mattress) tossed them into the hamper at the far end of the room. Clopping his hooves, he heard Scootaloo stirring on the bed. Rumble lazily drifted over.
A pillow stared at Scootaloo. She stared back. For a brief few seconds she wasn’t sure what happened. Rumble wasn’t inside of her, that was for sure, nor was he on the bed. Before she could get up to look, a familiar pair of strong grey hooves settled around her sides.
“Hey,” she heard the deep voice of Rumble above her. “You were pretty out of it for a second. You okay?”
“Fine,” responded Scootaloo softly. The mattress gave under his weight as he settled down next to her. “Wow…that was pretty awesome wasn’t it?”
The grin stretched across Rumbles’ face said it all. Scootaloo giggled and snuggled up close to him. He pulled her tight against his chest and draped one of his wings over her. The crickets outside began to chirp softly. Pale moonlight began streaming into the room. Wrapped in each others’ embrace they lay on the bed in silence, basking in the afterglow.
“So we’re not virgins anymore, huh? Feels kind of good, right, Rumble?” said Scootaloo quietly.
“Definitely,” he shimmied a little closer. “That was probably the single most amazing experience of my entire life. You too ,right?”
“Ohhh yeah,” she buried her face into his mane and inhaled deeply, enjoying the masculine musky scent that had pooled there during their coupling. “We’re doing this a lot more often…so what does this make us now?”
“What do you mean?” asked Rumble.
“Like we’ve been dating…” her voice was muffled by his mane, “and now we’re having sex. Does this change anything?”
“Between us? I don’t know…uhh…” he softly stroked her mane. Thinking back he remembered Flitter and Cloudchaser talking with Thunderlane about them, gushing over how cute his new marefriend was. The word Cloudchaser used to refer to them bubbled forth.
“Lovers,” he whispered. “We’re lovers now…”
“Cheesy,” snorted Scootaloo derisively. “But I could get used to it…lover.”
Rumble chuckled softly to himself, and then yawned hugely. It was getting late and they were both tired now. Scootaloo pulled her face away from his mane to face him. “Stay with me tonight, right?”
“Yeah sure of course!” he kissed her, not aggressively as usual, but tenderly on the lips. Scootaloo sighed in his mouth.
“Thanks for letting me stay…”
“No problem...” she replied. “Hey Rumble?”
“Yeah Scoot?”
“…I’m glad we’re a thing. Thanks for being so cool before when I was feeling…bad. Don’t know what I’d do without your big goofy butt.”
She stretched a little and settled closer to him, sleep quickly overtaking her. Rumble rested his head above hers and shut his own eyes. Tonight was something else. It was a step forward in their relationship. One he used to think about himself but was never thinking about when. Tomorrow would be a new day. He felt Scootaloo sigh and he relaxed his wings, draping them over his lovers’ smaller form.
“I’m glad, too…”
“Hey where are my sheets?” asked Scootaloo, moving her legs around to find them.
Rumble shrugged. “I threw them away after we finished.”
“I paid twenty bits for those sheets!” she furrowed her brow in confusion. “Dude what the hell?”
“What? I popped your cherry. You might as well throw it out.” Rumble raised an eyebrow. “You do know what it means when a mare gets her cherry popped?”
“Yeah it means a mare isn’t a virgin anymore,” she said flatly.
“That’s what it means but that’s not –uh, well, let me explain…”
In a few short sentences he gestured and explained what he was getting it... until Scootaloo's eye widened and-
"EUGH! EW!"
