Good Slut Charm

Scootaloo walked out of Sugarcube corner, waving to Pinkie and Discord she did so. They’d been the last three to leave her eighteenth birthday party, which had been wonderful. Rainbow Dash told her how well she had grown, Twilight said she’d managed to become well rounded, and not just brash, and even Discord had said a few nice things to her, even if he poked fun at her lack of… assets. She didn’t care that she didn’t have tits or ass though, not today.

Besides, he’d still given her a nice, pink bracelet, and while it wasn’t her style, she’d at least wear it home. You know, not be rude and what not. Besides, it felt… nice. It was hard to explain, but he’d said that the bracelet was a good charm. Something to help her find happiness.

All it did for now was bring her calm, but she didn’t see the energy moving through her. How her whiite shirt shrank up her body, coming to show off her midrift, or how her shorts tightened around her tiny, firm ass. She felt it a little, along with a bit of heat at her collar, but she guessed that that was just from the warm, summer night.

What was more uncomfortable was how her underwear was beginning to wedge into her slit, grinding itself against her folds with each step. She didn’t wear any sort of tight panties, so they didn’t normally ride up like this. It did feel so good though…

She put a hand on her head, breathing hard already, unable to notice as her chest got tight. She wore a bra, sure, though it was barely anything. She didn’t need one, after all. Not with her tiny nubs. That did make it stick to her when she began to sweat, and she was definitely doing that. It wasn’t too bad though. She just needed to make it home. Relax and take it easy.

It was when her bra snapped into two from her tits having gone up two sizes when she realized there was a problem. She was changing. Why was she changing? Her hands reached back, feeling a much rounder, but still firm ass there with her jean shorts beginning to rip slightly from its mass.

She also finally saw why her underwear had ridden up like it had, as it now was a set of thin strings reaching up to above her waist. The red thong had somehow pulled itself up, wedging itself firmly there, and that was why she was getting such a nice heat from every step. ‘No! What am I thinking? I-I need to get home. O-or maybe Twilight’s? Yeah, she can help me.’

She looked back up, not realizing that her hands stayed on her ass. It continued to massage the tender muscle, enjoying the feel of the strong flesh. Yeah, it was exactly the sort she knew a stallion would love to ram his cock into. She even bet with her co-ordination she could really clamp down once he was in there.

‘Scootaloo, you need to stop. This isn’t you. Just… Just get to Twilight’s…’ She looked around herself, not quite sure where Twilight’s would be. What type of house did she live in? She was a princess, so maybe a castle? Yeah, yeah, the castle. She needed to get to the castle. So long as she could find it.

She looked around herself, before her chest blossomed with a deep, carnal need. She licked her lips as she looked at Thunderlane drunkenly stumbling down the street. He was older, probably well experienced in just how to fuck a little slut like her. ‘No, not a slut. I-I’m not. J-just… Just ask him for directions.’

She walked up towards him, her hands putting themselves on the top of her breasts. They were there to help cool her down, she told herself, but at this point, they only made the problem with her tiny, white shirt more of a problem. See, her breasts hadn’t stopped at C cup. No, they were well on their way to being the size of her head and bounced with each of her steps.

And, as Thunderlane got to see as she came up to him and grabbed his arm, the white cloth covered only the top of her breasts, while her large, purple nipples were fully erect and on display. Scootaloo pulled him close, her body craving his touch as she let his arm sink into her breasts. ‘H-Hey, Th-Thunderlane, how are you doing?”

In his drunken state, he didn’t question what was going on, so he reached up, happy to enjoy the available set of tits that had been given to him. His hands sunk into the soft, yielding flesh, and the mare whore that had come to him gave out the best sounds from it. If he didn’t know better, he would bet that she had just cum. “Pretty good. How much is it to get more than these?”

‘Does he think I’m some sort of whore? Why would I ever charge to be able to get his cock? I’d much rather pay him for the privilege to suck it.’ There was a part of Scootaloo’s mind that screamed for her to wake up, but it was drowned out by the last bit of ripping for her clothes. Her as slowly came through her jean shorts, stretching the seams as more and more holes appeared in it. The poor fabric had no chance in the world of surviving the stress, and fell to the ground as rags as she reached over and grabbed Thunderlane’s large bulge.

It was big. She’d never gotten to have a cock inside of her before, a fact she found just, like, depressing you know. I mean, how could a mare go eighteen years of her life without the bliss she knew a giant cock like his could give them? It was a total bummer.

She began to stroke it, panting as she pressed against him. She could have taken him right then, but she had a better thought. “It’s free, no matter what, but I’ll wait at my place if you know any cocks like yours that can fuck me to. That would be amazing. Please, it’s my birthday after all.”

Thunderlane’s eyes widened as he grunted, her rough handjob, even through his pants, was a hell of a lot better than his own hand, and it’d been a long time since he’d been able to find some real release. “Oh, I bet I could round up a few guys to give you the rutting you deserve. Just let me take a picture of you, and I bet they’ll come running. Though…”

Discord smiled as he saw the text from Thunderlane. It exclaimed about the best little whore in Ponyville who was open for free at her house for anyone to come. She even gave him a handjob in public.

And the picture showed Scootaloo with her hands up, both with the peace sign showing. She was smiling brightly, which fit for how overjoyed she must have been. Her tits her on full display, with the firm breasts defying physics because they were probably half the size of her torso, with thick nipples you could fuck that dripped a white liquid. Well, at least, he could tell because he ignored the load Thunderlane must have sprayed over her tits.

Complete with her red thong and drenched thighs, Discord could say he was quite happy with his work, and grabbed his coat to go enjoy the fruits of his charm.