Tender Wishes

Tender sighed as he sat in the treehouse on the edge of Sweet Apple Acres. It was a bit old and rickety nowadays, as it hadn’t seen use in a good few years. At least, not any use from the club it used to hold. Two of its members on the other hand…

He took in a deep breath, happy that it was Saturday now. After all, the past two days had been fairly… surprising, and talking with Scootaloo for their weekly hour would be good. He even had a little bit of extra time today as the owner of the dance studio he taught at had pushed his class back an hour after hearing about the fall he’d taken so she could watch him dance. Not that he expected Scootaloo to want to talk for too long after he started telling her about Sweetie and Apple Bloom.

Then again, it was a lot more interesting than the normal dodges he used to say he was mostly fine, but he was happy to be able to keep in touch with her. They probably wouldn’t even break out Monopoly this week, though things had just gotten interesting by him getting thrown into jail. It could wait of course, but Tender Taps was fine either way. He was just wishing that she’d be open with what she thought about it all.

First wish, granted.

Scootaloo, who jumped through the window on the side and just over his head, was not so fine. She was a mare with an agenda today, even if she knew she had to be careful with just how eager she was. So, after startling the poor guy, she simply stood tall, grinning at him in her naughty glory. “Ah, good. I thought you might have chickened out to try to be Sweetie’s masseuse instead again.”

Tender’s emotions swapped from aroused, to panicked, right back to aroused in a fashion that left his chest tightening up from the confusion and suddenness of it all. First there was just the fact that Scootaloo was in even less than she normally wore. Out of the Crusaders, she was what one might call the… Slut. There were few ways to get around it from the stories she had told of her and Rainbow together at clubs and the like, and now she stood tall, palm sized breasts outlined perfectly by what was likely her bra. After all, he doubted she bothered to put anything under the tight shoulder straps that were connected to a wrap over her chest.

She was about his height, which was nice, but other ponies swore she was at least fifty percent legs then as her long, toned hips seemed to stretch on forever. And, when they finally stopped, they were met by a tight pair of gray shorts that came away a little at the bottom, which meant he could try to look up them, not that he ever would. Not that he needed to either though, as they practically outlined the fact that she was wearing only a thong underneath, at least if the small, pink strings that came over her hips and out of her shorts didn’t confirm that.

The thong was the most surprising part of it, but Tender told himself it was nothing. He was used to how openly sexy Scoots was willing to be after all. Now, openly admitting that she’d heard his secrets, that was a different story. That was the panic. Being reminded of the giant breasts that he’d gotten to hold the other day…

Such accusations is what he got for not being careful with what he wished for. “Well, um, uh, Wh-where did you, uh, hear that from?”

Scootaloo grinned as she turned around and sat beside Tender, a large grin on her face as she patted his cheek. She was wearing that same grin that she always did when she wanted to tease him about his problems, and while it added a light tone to everything, he wished she would- No! No. not falling for that again.

You’re no fun.

‘And you’re dangerous!’

Then again, he would say the same about Scootaloo, especially as she said, “Well, it’s not like I never talk to my friends. Even managed to get Apple Bloom to spill about you getting to see her tits too, so I better hear that you had an amazing week this week, got it?”

Tender Taps blushed hard at the challenge, but… The fall still weighed on his mind, but he’d never tell her about that. There was no chance of that happening. So, this gave him an out he supposed. “Yeah, I can’t complain much, can I?”

Scootaloo shook her head. “Nope. In fact, I bet your biggest complaint is that I still won’t flash you, even if you’d seen Celestia’s tits.”

Tender paused for a moment as he considered that fact. Scootaloo had never really told any of them why she never flashed her friends, or did anything super sexual with them. The most he’d ever heard was about her getting toys for the girls, but the three of them using them during a sleepover… It was kind of weird he supposed, and he’d love to know why she wouldn’t show him her tits.

Second wish, granted.

Tender paled for a moment, before internally smacking himself. He was probably going to have to hear some Rainbow Dash story now that was going to go on for half an hour, because a lot of Scootaloo’s reasonings for things nowadays she blamed on Rainbow. After all, he could remember when Scoots was shyer about her body and how he’d helped her with that in the pa-

“It’s not like you’d want to see them anyways. I’m not as gifted as other… ponies.”

The pause sold it, but Tender also knew too well when she lost her edge. When she wasn’t able to put even an ounce of a joke into her voice, as she’d taken the inability to lie well from her mentor. That mean though...

Tender looked at her for a moment, just staring at her body. In all honesty, he was a breast guy. Asses and legs were things he saw all the time in the studio, but you didn’t see busty girls there too often, usually because they couldn’t control their balance well enough anymore. So yeah, Scootaloo, even dressed like this, couldn’t just make him erect like Sweetie Belle or Apple Bloom could.

He had needed them to be accidents though. He had needed a bit of trickery or the wishes to see their tits. The image of Scootaloo grabbing her bra thing and pulling it up, letting her nice, soft breasts come out for him to see, maybe her swaying a bit to get them to jiggle a little bit… Yeah, they wouldn’t be nearly as big as a lot of other pony’s, but he had a hard time thinking of much that other ponies could do to look as sexy as he knew Scootaloo could.

And Scootaloo blinked as she was shown just where his thoughts were going and put a hand over her chest. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t worry about it so much then.”

Tender blinked for a moment, taking in the adorable hints of red that were popping up on her cheeks, before glancing down to where she was looking. His eyes widened as he saw that he was already at least at half mast from the thoughts in his mind, and the shock of embarrassment as he saw how outlined it was in even his sweatpants just finished off its launch.

And now he’d been fully erect in front of all of his friends, which was just the thing he wanted! Thanks… Whatever was helping him!

Before he could try to run though, Scootaloo did say, her normal teasing edge back as she said, “That’s pretty impressive though, to think you were always holding back such a pocket rocket.”

Tender’s head began to steam as he pushed his cock down. “Well, um, at least, ah, at least you know I find you…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, not that he needed to for Scootaloo to grin at him.

She then got closer, resting her hands on his shoulder as she whispered, “What? Sexy? Attractive? Bangable? Your friend certainly thinks so.”

Tender swallowed hard, his cheeks burning as he considered how much he wished that he could get at least a handjob from Scootaloo. Just once get another pony’s help with the massive nuisance in his pants.

Third wish, granted.

Tender internally screamed as one of Scootaloo’s hands drifted off of his shoulder and placed itself on the tip of his cock. On the one hand, he really wanted like this. Like, he’d fantasized about each of his friends being with him dozens of times in the past, maybe even hundreds. On the other hand, she was doing it because he wished it. Because he used magic on her…

“Fuck. I really do have to give this a try. Ra-, Uh, I’ve always been able to wrap my hand around cocks I’ve done, but not this one. You don’t mind, do you, T-T-Sexy?” She gave him a wink, her smile never fading, even as her words faltered.

Not that Tender could notice it. He couldn’t believe she was actually stroking it, and the words said she wanted this. The wishes were supposed to be small after all, so maybe it just made her actually commit to it? He didn’t know, and there was some small part of him screaming that he needed not to think about it.

He bit into his lip as he glanced back at Scootaloo’s blushing face. It… It was Scootaloo. She probably did this every weekend, if not every other day. No, he just made her speed up when she might have wanted to do all of this. That was all, and he grabbed the top of his sweatpants to give his answer.

Scootaloo paled as he pulled it out. It reached his knee, so check on length, and was at least the width of her fist, so check on girth. It was indeed the largest cock she’d seen, she was almost certain of it, and her throat tightened at that thought. Instead of showing any of that though, she just forced a giggle out as she pulled out her phone. “If I’m gonna get you off though, I want a before and after picture though, okay?”

Tender’s face became an inferno, threatening to catch on fire as his eyes widened, and all he could manage to get out was, ‘W-what do you mean?”

Scootaloo swallowed hard as she handed her phone to him and began to crawl to the obelisk of flesh that was before her. “It’ll only be for Rainbow and I, I promise. We just, uh, like proof of when we fuck something worth document, and this,” she said as she gingerly cupped his tip with both of her hands, causing it to twitch against her palms, “definitely qualifies. Just, uh, one right n-now, and when you cum. You can do that, right T-Sexy?”

Tender nodded slowly, letting one of his fingers tap on the phone and listened to the click of it going off. He normally wouldn’t even consider doing something like this, but if there was anypony he could trust, he felt it was one of his best friends and the Element of Loyalty.

Now if only he trusted himself. He was already fairly keyed up just from her hands, with large globules of precume coating Scootaloo’s hands. She could have jerked him off pretty quickly, and then she’d probably get to tease him for being a quick shot. He didn’t mind that of course, as her hands already felt divine, but were something he had experienced before, kind of, by his own hands.

What wasn’t supposed to happen was for Scootaloo to take her hands off of his cock, bend over, and wrap her lips around his tip. His eyes became the size of dinner plates as time… stopped for him. It didn’t stretch, or slow, but just stopped as his brain froze. It wanted to understand what was going on. Wanted to be able to enjoy this for more than literally a micro second, but with the thoughts it had been having for years now, and especially over the past two days…

He grunted, his body shaking as his mind screamed for more, and its sheer desire was the only reason he didn’t cum immediately. Not to say he got a proper blowjob, but he did get to feel as Scootaloo took the next inch, and then another. He’d even give her props for getting about five inches on him with this quick, downwards charge she’d performed on his cock, but it was at that point that his lance hit a wall, and her throat seized up.

The sound especially of Scootaloo gagging on his cock was likely the coup de gra. It was almost confirmation of just how big he was that even a super slut like her couldn’t take it, and his body trembled as he felt his large balls begin to swell. He could feel his cum rushing up, and wanted to warn her. His hands and throat trembled though, unable to give her any sort of warning as they twitched.

All he did manage to do was give her about a half dozen, sporadic pictures of his cumshot. First of her cheeks widening with his seed, then her pulling away and a thick plume of the white glue spraying onto her face, before she then coughed and a second thick shot hit her breasts. The final pump and picture got onto her stomach, painting her front in his gifted cum as she continued to cough, and Tender shook in his spot.

For a few moments, once she had recovered, Scootaloo looked around herself. She then finally looked at herself and her stained fur, her eyes slowly widening as she took it all in. Her mouth opened once, then twice, before she stood up.

Tender said nothing, only breathing hard as his brain caught up to it all. His eyes lazily followed her as she grabbed her phone from his limp hand and then leapt out the window. He could hear her hooves hitting the tree branches as she made her way down, likely as graceful as she ever was.

And, sitting there, Tender swallowed hard, not sure what to think as he pulled his legs in, feeling oddly cold despite finally doing something like this.

On Skype

SL: Apple Bloom, can I use your shower? I need to clean myself up.

AB: Sure. Get into a crash nearby.

SL: Yeah, you could call it a crash I guess.

AB: What do you mean?

SL: Nothing. Just… please don’t ask me anything when I get there. I feel like an idiot enough as it is.

AB: Scoots, what did you do?

SL: I’ll be there in about ten minutes.

AB: Ten minutes? That means you’re already at my home! What did you do?

SL: Shared a photo

AB: Oh, well, I mean, so you fucked a friend. What’s the big deal with that?

SL: Just… We’ll talk when I get there. We have a lot to talk about.