Chasing the Wind

by Agarwaen

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Scootaloo, Sex, Random, Rumble, Slice of Life, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 8125

After many years, Scootaloo visits Ponyville, and she seems to be eager to catch up with you.

A rumor had just recently made it to your ears. They said that your old friend Scootaloo was coming back to town, and leave it to Rumble to have made all sorts of ridiculous claims about her intentions. All you had hoped is that she just happened to remember you. Note: This takes place a number of years after the events of MLP:FiM, and as such, the characters that are portrayed are of legal age for their more adult behaviors.

SFG Rating of : [Whoa!]

I made the original chapter for the Sexty Minute Pony Story tumblr (Prompt #5: One of the Cutie Mark Crusaders returns to Ponyville older, wiser, and eager to rekindle old acquaintances.) and it went over well. So, I decided to post it here. It's a little short as compared to what I've done in the past, though putting this together in 60 minutes was a bit of a task. Please forgive any glaring mistakes. Like I've said, this was made in 60 minutes and never proof-read.

Chapter 2 (possibly onward) is completely optional. It may or may not have sexual content, and will not be edited unless I really get griped at for massive mistakes.

The cover art seems to be a chop of This image by Equestria Prevails.

Published 2012-07-27 04:24:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-07 20:30:59 UTC

Chasing the Wind

“Maybe there’s somepony she really wants to see…”

"Yeah, maybe. And I know there's one pony that wants to see her," you say, looking across the train station to the quickly trotting mare. "I'll see you later Rumble. I'm going to go see if she even remembers me."

"Heh, You know that you just want under her tail, and I know it too. Good Luck, Coltanova"

Before you head off to give chase, you glare at your friend and gently punch him in the shoulder. If the string of curses coming from Rumble's mouth afterwards is any indication, then being gentle must not be what earned you your cutie mark. You let out a small sadistic laugh as you head towards the train station's exit.

"Buck," you say looking around quickly. Not a single sign of the orange and pink pegasus can be seen anywhere. "Who would she be in such a hurry to find?" A sigh escapes your lips as you use a forehoof to massage your forehead.

Of course, Rainbow Dash.

Immediately, you throw caution to the wind and break into a full gallop. Rainbow's scantly used cloud home is clear on the other side of town, and not only does your quarry have a head start, she has wings. All you've got is this lame horn. It's great for all sorts of things, like using a fork and brushing your teeth. It takes a fair few minutes to completely pass through town, ponies leaping out of the way as you run like a madmare through the streets. Your lungs ache, and even as you draw in massive breaths to quench their thirst, your brain screams at you to slow down; you ignore it. That is, until you nearly run into the very pony you had been chasing. In an attempt to try to avoid barreling into the stationary mare, your horn quickly activates, creating a dull green wall of force between the two of you.

The impact isn't comfortable by any means, but it's much more acceptable than making another terrible first impression on this mare. The first time was bad enough, especially since you ended up having your flank beaten by a filly with pink hair after the first time.

"What the…" she states, seemingly confused by the weird pained sounds coming from behind her. She whirls around and looks down at the pile of fur and hooves that is your tangled body. "Oh, man. It's been ages since I've seen you, what are you doing down there?"

"I, ugh, tripped over a rock." With your head lightly spinning, you climb to your hooves and are immediately assaulted by a quick hug. The warmth of her coat feels glorious against yours; inwardly, you worry a little that she's going to be offended by how sweaty you had become from your little chase, but much to your relief, she doesn't seem to care. You're a bit disappointed that she breaks away from your body.

"What are you doing all the way out here?"

"I saw you leave the train station, and I just had to see what you were doing back in town. It's been way too long, Scoots."

"Yeah, it has," she says quietly. What she does next surprises you beyond measure; she leans in, softly rubbing her face against yours in small circular motions. After what seems like millennia, she pulls away from you once again.

In an attempt to hide the blush on your face, you quickly continue with your conversation. "So, what about you, what are you doing in town?"

"Oh, I heard that Rainbow Dash got accepted into the Wonderbolts after those two other pegasi had to resign. So, I wanted to come and congratulate her, but she's not answering me."

"Well, what are you doing down here? You didn't forget how to fly after you left, did you? Because I can teach you again, if need be." At that, she laughs loudly, sending a wide smile across your face.

"If by 'teach me', you mean dare me to jump over a gorge that is way too big to and get very lucky that I just so happened to teach myself how to fly right before I fell into a raging river, then yes, I would like you to teach me again. That was fun."

"Ok, whenever you're ready we can begin. I know where we can find a hydra to use this time, instead of a massive gorge," you quip with a sly smile.

"Later. For now, let's go see if Rainbow Dash is home. Hop on." Scootaloo turns away from you, wings spread wide and legs slightly bent, giving you the perfect angle to climb onto her back.

And a perfect view of that flank.

You mentally scold yourself for being 'that colt' before speaking, "No way! I can't walk on clouds, and I'm not going to make you carry me around the whole time."

This time, she lets out a single laugh, seemingly amused by your ignorance. "Rainbow Dash's house is made with a special type of cloud that allows stuff other than pegasi to touch it without just passing through. How do you think that turtle of hers lives up there?"

"Oh," you say lamely before carefully climbing onto her back. When your forehoof brushes over the base of her wing, you can feel her shiver lightly. Just as before, her coat feels so delightfully warm against yours.

No sooner had you gotten yourself situated had you been lifted into the air, swiftly flying up to the home of the newest Wonderbolt. The thing was more a castle than a house, with towers, pillars, and rainbow waterfalls as far as the eye could see. Scootaloo flew around the entire building multiple times, searching for the rainbow-maned pegasus, but when she couldn’t be found, she landed in a small courtyard surrounded by large cloud pillars and with a rainbow fountain in the center. Slowly, you climbed off of her back, finding that you did not seem to be falling to your death. Instead, your hooves sink slightly into the marshmallow-like substance before they stop.

"You know, I never did thank you," she states in an unfamiliar, but not unwelcome tone.

"For what?"

"For making me jump off that cliff. I'd have never gotten this without it." Her wing moves away from her body, giving you a full view of her cutie mark. However, your gaze lies on something much more attractive. Her flank is well toned, yet still has curves in all of the right places. It, just like the rest of her is just 'so awesome!'

Your brain must have completely stopped working for a few moments, because now all you can sense is a warm pair of lips pressing against yours, running their silken surface over yours in a way that nearly stops your thoughts once again. As quick as it began, it ended.

"You know, I had a crush on you when we were foals," she says, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes as she forces you to sit against the edge of the circular fountain.

"Me too," you mutter meekly, too entranced to do anything else.

Her hoof begins to gently draw circles across your chest as she speaks again in a husky voice, "And what about now?" You've lost any semblance of higher brain function at this point, lost completely in the lavender pools above you.

"I think I'm in love." She lets out a haughty laugh before leaning in for another kiss. This one, though, lands much higher on your face than you thought. Infact, it lands at the very base of your horn. The warmth of her lips draws a groan from deep within you before you can realise what's happening.

"What was that?" you mutter, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

"That?" she whispers in your ear, gently nibbling on it afterwards. "That was thanks for showing me who I am."

"Go on…" you barely manage to squeak out as Scoot's tongue roams the inside of your ear. As she continues, she presses your bodies together, enveloping you in a cloud of warmth. Soon, she plants a deeply passionate kiss on your lips. Snaking her tongue into your mouth and eagerly exploring its entirety. When she finally breaks away , you're both left panting for breath; as you gaze deeply into each other's eyes, she lightly tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth.

After a moment like this, she begins to trail kisses up your face from your cheek. When she gets to your forehead, she begins to do something that sends warm tingles throughout other parts of your body as well. Gently at first, her hips begin to rock against yours.

Once again, she plants a kiss right at the base of your horn before running her tongue from the base to the tip and then back down again. It moves in time with her hoof on a much more sensitive area of your body.

After that one stroke, she stands and takes a step back with a devious smile.

"HEY, RAINBOW DASH!" she yells at the top of her lungs. Before you can realise what's happening, she takes wing and begins to fly away.

"What was that for?!" you yell after her.

You can barely hear her response, laced with laughter, as she leaves your line of sight. "For making me jump off a cliff."

When you nervously look around the courtyard, you see Rainbow Dash standing before you as you lay against the base of her fountain with your most prized possession openly on display.

"What the BUCK?!!"

Fish Stories

This is a bit of an expansion on the original. It took me some time and a bit of inspiration before I could think of a way that I would like to continue onward, but I managed to do it. Where the original was cute and moderately suggestive, this goes all out. I did not pull any punches.

So consider yourself warned.

<----*---->

Rumble’s laughter echoes down the hall as you close the door to your apartment. Something makes you wonder if you should just go back out, but you’re sore and tired, and you couldn’t be bothered to.

“You really did that?” he says between laughs.

Who could he be talking to? He never has anyone over.

“Yeah, and he totally fell for it. It was great!”

Ahh… Maybe I should go.

“Hey Blueball!” Rumble calls out just as you turn to leave. You let out an exasperated sigh, turning to face the duo. The grey Pegasus has a sly smile plastered all over his stupid face, and a stifled giggle can be heard from his orange compatriot. “How’d it go?”

“I assume you've already heard about how my meeting with Scoots went, and you're asking about what happened when she left me with Rainbow Dash, right?”

"Isn't that what I said?"

"Not really. I couldn't really make out the words over the sound of Big Mac's dick in your mouth," you state flatly.

"Dear Goddess, I am not gay!" Rumble staunchly defended. "What about you, Mister I've-never-had-sex-with-a-mare?"

You see Scootaloo quirk an eyebrow during your back and forth, but you continue on without giving it much thought. "I just haven't found anypony worth the effort."

"I hate to break this up, it's better than the tabloids, but what happened?" Scoots interrupts.

"I hear she kicked a dragon in the face once, I can only imagine what she did to some perverted colt." Rumble's face lights up like he's just thought up how to cure NEIGHDS or something. "She castrated you, didn't she?"

"No."

"Did she beat you with a sack of oranges?"

"No."

"Apples?"

"She didn't beat me with a sack of anything!"

"Oh, Well. That's no fun."

"Are you sure she didn't castrate you? You seem a little mellower than you used to be."

"As a matter of fact..."

She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. Magenta met the pasty pink of my hairless skin. I felt helpless having such an intimate thing on display for a full stranger. It was as exhilarating as it was nerve-wracking. I didn’t know what to do. I had nowhere to run. I was a fish out of water, and all I could do was trust that she wouldn’t kill me.

But apparently, killing me wasn’t what she had on her mind. Her forehooves buried into my chest, pushing me backward and sliding my body down into the laying position. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what was going on in her mind as she buried her muzzle into mine. She tasted like Skittles, but I couldn’t even fathom that out at the time. All I knew was the way her lips moved and the way her hoof petted my face. We managed to continue kissing, without suffocating – thank Goddess for nostrils – for a long time. About the second or third time she roughly pushed her lips against mine, I stopped trying to figure out why, and just went with it.

Being pinned down by her was soooo hot. It hurt a little, where her hooves dug into my skin, but I could feel the blood rush downward with every pump of my heart. It felt like something out of a dream when her hips rocked against me.

Here was a Wonderbolt, so turned on by my kissing that she was rubbing up against me. Did I mention how hot it was?

I slid my hooves down her body. As they passed over her ribs I could feel her breathing, and her heart must have been beating a mile a minute because her body was so hot. Even in the cool high-altitude air she was sweating. Though, I probably was too.

My hooves finally stopped on her cutie marks, tracing their shape as we continued to make out feverishly. I’ve always wanted to do it, but never had the chance until now. I impulsively reared my hoof back and slapped Dash’s flank. She tensed up, biting down on my lower lip, hard. When she let go, I had a metallic taste in my mouth. For a moment, she rest her head against my shoulder, breathing heavily into the cloud below me.

Once Dash caught her breath, she pushed herself up into a position where she was sitting on my hips. It felt nice, but at the same time, it squished some quite sensitive bits that are better unsquished. A few red droplets clung to her muzzle as she looked down, hungrily. Her hooves pressed harder into my chest, easing the weight on the lower extremities.

I tried not to gasp when she began to thrust herself forward, but feeling the wetness build up on my bare skin, my self-control broke down completely. After a few repetitions, she slid all the way up to my belly button, and all of me seemed to tingle in anticipation when I felt her press up against the most sensitive part of my body.

Dash smiled coyly, looking down into my eyes. One of her forehooves traced up the length of my appendage, aligning it and letting the tip slide in ever so slightly. My entire body shivered at the sensation.

In one movement, she positioned her second hoof on my chest again and thrust backwards. I nearly choked on my own spit as I slid into her so quickly. Dash rocked back and forth at a maddeningly slow rate as I coughed and sputtered. When I caught my breath, I grasped her hips tightly. A quiet moan escaped from her when I started thrusting back.

After a few minutes like this, Dash leaned over, kissing my nose and whispering, “Enough fore-play.”

When she sat back up, her hooves slid down, pressing into the base of my stomach. She pushed herself upward, until I just barely remained in her, and then quickly slammed downward. She repeated this time and again, with each thrust going faster and deeper.

Dash continued on like this, at a pace that can only accurately be described by noting that she is the fastest in Equestria. Her colorful mane bounced wildly all the while, and sweat beaded on her coat, running down like little rivers.

A feeling of tightness built in the pit of my stomach as Dash increased pace, but a moment later, she faltered. Her breathing hitched, and her body slumped backwards until she propped herself up with her forehooves near my hocks. Her face was red as a beet and she was breathing so hard that her breath was condensing in two little clouds of steam as it left her nose.

Even the coolest mare in town, the newest Wonderbolt, was extremely cute with that post-orgasm look on her face.

Still ready to go, I leaned upward, grabbing her by the shoulders and softly laying her on her back. Now in control, I took a liberty that she did earlier. I planted my lips against hers; that earned a satisfied groan from the barely conscious mare. A smile returned to her face as she used her teeth to tug on my lower lip. The pain caused me to pull away from her lips.

Though, she was too weak, Dash’s hooves traveled to my flanks and tried to pull me in deeper. I took the hint and began to slowly thrust again, hilting myself in her each time. I took it slower than she did, but if the near-constant chorus of groans and moans coming from her slack-jawed mouth was any indication, she didn’t mind.

That sensation in the pit of my stomach returned as I began to thrust faster and faster. Soon, the sensations were too much, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. When it was all over, I collapsed on top of Dash.

As I was still basking in the afterglow, she breathlessly whispered, “You’re so much cooler than Rumble.”

“She did not say that!” Rumble objected.

“Yeah… Somehow I don’t think that’s what really happened,” Scoots agreed.

“It did though.” They both stared at you flatly, somehow knowing the truth was much different. A long minute passed under their unwavering gaze before you broke down.

“Fine!”

I was terrified. Here was the fastest mare in Equestria and she looked pissed beyond reason. Her eyes kept darting back and for the between my bad attempt at hiding my shame and my eyes.

I swear that I saw them turn red at one point, but I was relieved when I noticed they were the same magenta as they always had been. As she closed the distance, I attempted to spew out some form of an explanation. “Scootaloo brou-AAAHHHH!!!” Her hoof connected squarely with my groin. I nearly puked on the spot. I could barely see straight.

“Don’t you dare talk about my daughter! She would never associate with scum like you!” She grabbed my mane, dragging me away from the fountain. Still stunned from her assault, I didn’t fight back. Dash roughly slammed her hooves into the cloud below me. It shattered, dissolving into nothing.

My entire body hung from my mane, still held in her hoof. It felt like my scalp was going to rip off, and it may have if she held me there longer.

“You do this for the adrenaline, right? To feel the rush when you show off your stallionhood?! There’s a foal in that house! What if she saw you like that?! Pervert…”

I was thankful when the pain in my head was relieved. That is, until I realised I was falling to my death. I don’t know how long it was, but the fall felt like it lasted forever. Before I hit the ground, something hit me; I blacked out during the impact, and when I woke up, I noticed the crater I was in was too big for one pony to have caused it.

“Damn, that mare is intense.”

A moment of silence follows Rumble’s sagely statement. You shake your head quickly, attempting to rid yourself of the visions of your near death.

“Well, that was fun and all, but I’m going to Sburro so I can get a big, fat piece of pizza to shove in my mouth while I read Equestria Daily. Lates all.” Rumble says as he trots past you, slapping you between your withers for good measure. Your eyes instinctively shut as sharp pain fills your back. Taking a deep breath, you pry your eyes open again, feeling the pain subside.

Scootaloo’s merciless smile shines brightly before you.

"Having fun?" you ask her.

Somehow, her smile grows as she saunters over, to sit on the couch.

“Why are you limping, Scoots?”

She waves an orange hoof dismissively, stating, “Just a bad landing, don’t worry about it.”

Unleashed

You’d gone to bed without saying another word to Scootaloo. Now, you lay in your bed with the eerie white of the full moon filling the room. It figures, you decided to sleep much earlier than normal to try to relieve some of the stress on your body, but now, when you should be asleep, you couldn’t be more awake.

You lay there for what seems like an eternity before you decide to get up. The light filtering in through the windows illuminates the small apartment well enough for you to see as you wander into the kitchen. A quick flash of your horn and the fridge door flies open, illuminating the room further. Intent on finding something to help coax your sore body back to sleep, you rummage through the shelves and find yourself quite thoroughly disgusted with some of the things you find. Though, you push those things further back and move the good food towards the front. It was Rumble’s turn to clean the fridge out, after all. At one point, a low noise akin to a whimper perks your ears, but you write it off as yet another of your roommate’s foibles.

After fully rearranging the cooler’s contents you settle on a nice warm glass of milk to help lull you off to sleep, once again. Finishing off your glass, you place the carton back into the fridge and close the door; the room sinks into inky darkness as you do so. Unable to see to put your dirty glass in the sink, you decide to leave it on the counter and begin to stumble back to your room. When you pass into the living room, you pause for a moment to let your eyes get adjusted.

As you wait in the darkness, the enshrouding silence is broken by a sniffle followed by a repressed, feminine sob. You immediately freeze, standing stock still and holding your breath. Finally, your eyes lock on to the form of a certain orange Pegasus with her face buried nearly completely in the cushions of your couch. Quietly, you try to slink past her and nearly make it to the hallway before your hoof collides with a table just to the side of the entrance. As the resounding thud echoes its way through the room, you let our the breath you were holding, and spinning around, you are just in time to catch a view of the orange mare’s face pop up over the edge of the couch.

Her momentary look of surprise is quickly replaced by one of unabashed anger as her eyes lock with yours.

“How long have you been there?” she spits, jumping over the couch. As she lands, you can swear you see her flinch and lift one of her hooves from the ground. Though, as she advances on you, all your mind can process is the sudden urge to keep your distance from the seething mare. Thus, you back away, into your bedroom, but much to your chagrin, she doesn’t stop following you as you pass into the one bit of sanctuary you thought you had. Soon, your flank bumps against the wall, and with nowhere to go, Scootaloo is right up in your face in no time.

“You didn’t see anything, got that?” Her voice is dripping with venom, and she jabs a hoof into your chest with each of her last two words. In the moonlight, you can see the remnants of hastily wiped tears below the mare’s lavender eyes.

It’s then that something you’ve wanted to say for years comes out. As you reach your hooves around her neck, you say, “I’m sorry, Scootaloo.” Ever since you had grown up, your nightmares always ended with the screams of your childhood friend as she fell to what you thought would be her death. You fell for the little filly all those years ago, and to say that you didn’t still harbor those feelings now would be a terrible lie. Even with how she’s treated you, you still believe that same filly is in there, some—

Your train of though is broken when you’re roughly shoved up against the wall. “You don’t get to say that!” she shouts, tears roiling in her eyes once more. The way the moonlight shimmers off of her wet lavender eyes is mesmerizingly beautiful; though, you feel terrible for thinking that.

“Please don’t cry, Scoots.”

Your sentiment gets you thrown down onto your bed, where the mare’s forehooves shakily wrap around your neck. You can hardly breath, lying there with the seething mare looming over you. Even though her hooves seem to want to choke the life out of you, she doesn’t. Though, it doesn’t make the moment any less stressful. That is, until something you never expected to happen happens.

Scootaloo pushes her lips down onto yours so hard that your teeth nearly smash together. A couple cool, droplets splash against your cheeks as her eyelids shut, displacing the welled tears. The warmth of her silken lips against yours is amazing, but it ends all too quickly; in an attempt to keep up the wonderful embrace your try to lean up and keep your lips pressed to the orange mare’s. Though, she reminds you, very quickly, of the situation you’re in. Her hooves press against your throat, cutting off life-giving blood and oxygen, and she glares at you, sending a cold shiver down your spine as pressure builds in your head. A moment later, she relents, and you gasp for breath.

Before your burning lungs can catch up with your racing heart, her lips are against yours again. Scootaloo immediately takes advantage of your gaping mouth, shoving her tongue in. With your body still deprived of oxygen, you take in large gulps of air through your nose; the scent of cinnamon tickles your nostrils as you do so. At first, her tongue passes along the inside of your lips and along your teeth, but when you regain your senses, you catch her off guard and run your tongue along the crevice on the bottom of her warm muscle. She shivers momentarily, and then, she forcefully shoves her tongue against yours and pushes them both into the back of your mouth.

Kiss after kiss comes like this, with every move you make being quickly and roughly denied. Somewhere in the mix of this, Scootaloo has climbed up onto the bed and is now straddling your stomach. One by one, her hooves move up into your mane.

The orange mare retracts her face from yours with your top lip firmly grasped between hers; an audible pop fills the room as your flesh reaches the end of its elasticity and snaps back down into your teeth. Breathing heavily, you open your eyes only to see a slight smile on Scotaloo’s face. Though, when you reach up a hoof to play her mane, that look vanishes and is replaced, once again, with a scowl. Her hoof bats yours away before she slaps you across the face. Hard.

Instinctively, you cover the battered portion of your face with the same hoof you had tried to romantically run through her mane. Running your tongue over the inside of your cheek, a metallic taste overpowers the lingering taste of cinnamon. You open your mouth to protest, but the dominant mare presses her face up against you, once more. This kiss is softer and slower than the others, almost apologetic. You try to reciprocate the mare’s affectionate kiss by running your tongue along the bottom of hers, and just like last time, her whole body shivers. Afterwards, her hips begin to move ever so slightly back and forth. From this, you become acutely aware of a wetness building in the fur of your stomach. The tickling of her magenta tail across your own excitement makes you shiver nervously.

Knowing full well that you’re wearing a smug smile, you crack your eyes open in an attempt to look upon the eager mare. As your eyes lock with hers – the ones that you expected to be firmly closed, not alluringly half-lidded – the look of happiness fades from her face, and she pulls away mid-kiss, sitting up straight.

Lifting herself to her hocks, she spins around on top of you. She looks down at your exposed excitement, and the resultant snide laugh cuts you deeply. She shuffles forward on her hocks, dragging her tail across your face every inch of the way. When she is positioned over you, she uses a forehoof to get everything in alignment. Your mind wants to cry out when the most sensitive area of your body presses against her. The warmth coming from her is unbelievable.

But after a few long moments like this, you get the feeling something is wrong. You can feel her body shake, but not in the same way as earlier. You raise a hoof, reaching for the only part of her body you can get to from your position; softly, you run it down her leg, from her thigh to where her leg meets the bed. As you begin to run it back up, her free forehoof swats it away and pins it to the bed.

After that, she pushes her hips downward slowly. The pressure on your member builds steadily until all at once, the pressure vanishes and you slide into her. A gasp escapes your lips as the staggering sensation of her warmth envelops you. Where your noises are those of pleasure, Scootaloo lets out a pained whimper as her body slumps over forward. Though, her forehooves catch her before she can fall completely over. A warm liquid rolls down the bottom of your shaft, and out of instinct, you begin to pull out.

“Stop!” she says in what could best be described as a yelling whisper.

“Are you alright, Scoots?”

After a tense moment where the only sound in the room is her heaving breath, she responds with forced bravado, “Chh, Fine.” In the thick silence that follows, your mind tries to make sense of this situation – admittedly, it is a strange time for introspection, but this is the first chance you’ve really gotten since Scootaloo first attacked you, and since then, everything she’s done would make you think that she truly does hate you.

Do ponies do these things with ponies they hate?

As her hips slowly begin to move downward, your concentration is shattered. With every inch that you slide inside of her, the pressure of her velvety walls against your bare skin seems to increase tenfold. After what feels like forever, her flank rests against your groin, and you can already feel her muscles clenching around you in an almost hypnotic way.

The athletic orange mare’s breathing has already shifted to long, powerful breaths as she sits fairly motionless on top of you. You wish that you could see her face right now or know what she was thinking. Not knowing why she’s decided to take this big of a leap with you is – even now, when you’re buried completely in her – scary. Ever since you saw her, this morning, your colthood crush came back with a vengeance, and you’re excited – in more ways than one – that you get to do this with her. But, to say this was truly what you wanted from her would be a dead lie. A bit of uncertainty gnaws at your mind. Maybe she’s just using me for a cheap thrill. ‘Pop the Virgin’s cherry while being a total mule. Yeah, it’ll be fun!’

You raise your forehooves and grab her just above the hips, fully ready to pull her off of you and tell her to ‘get the hay out!’ She quickly ruins your plans by prying your hooves away and firmly pinning them with her own. Her hooves move slightly, searching for better purchase on you, and once she’s satisfied, she begins to rock her hips back and forth while lifting herself off of you ever so slightly. The view is nearly as good as the pleasurable sensations that shoot through your body. As she goes, her body grinding against yours, her flowing magenta tail is raised high enough for you to easily see your pink flesh slide into hers. A sheen of shining liquid encompasses every inch of your member as it glides, seemingly effortlessly, into her tight depths.

During one particularly spirited repetition, Scootaloo manages to slide all the way up your length before plunging you back into her, but during this, you watch two darkly colored streaks of liquid roll downward, into the fur of your groin. When your eyes see what’s there they go wide, and your heart seems to beat even faster than its already racing pace. In the fur around your colthood, a ring of dark red liquid rests, disappearing behind the mare’s orange flank as she, even now, pushes your member deep into her.

“Sco—” Your voice trails off into a long groan as a wave of pleasure that makes your leg twitch washes over you. “Is this blood?” She doesn’t answer for a long enough that even in your brain’s hazy, addled state, you worry. With your hooves still pinned to the bed, you lean up, draping your head over Scootaloo’s shoulder. Though, what you see isn’t reassuring; tears run over matted orange fur.

She turns her head away just as you whisper through heavy breaths. “Scoots. Please, talk to me.” As if in response, the gyrating mare slows, but she doesn’t say a word. Despite the tension between you, the slow, simple up-down motion of Scootaloo’s hips draws another groan out of you. Doing something that you’ve always wanted to do, you bury your nose deep into soft magenta mane and maybe even nibble on it, just a little. It doesn’t have some magical berry scent or something ridiculous like that. It simply shares the sweaty, musky aroma that pervades the room.

Her body shivers when you lightly tug on her mane, and it’s the first sign that she’s enjoying this intimate act in the least. In her one moment of weakness, you manage to pry one of your forehooves free of grasp, and you do the one thing you can think of right now; you raise your hoof to her face, push it around towards yours, and firmly plant your lips against hers. Her lavender eyes, shut through all of this, flutter open and lock with yours. Even as your tongues dance with each other and your bodies’ softest skin meshes in the most wonderful way, her glimmering lavender pools bore into you and your gaze stays locked on her. The tickling pressure that’s building in the pit of your stomach is only a footnote in your mind, because at that moment, you first see the softness in her eyes that utterly betrays her foul mood.

As the pressure builds, your free hoof runs through her mane over her shoulder and down to her leg. It finally comes to rest on her thigh, drawing little circles on her cutie mark. This coaxes a soft, throaty moan from the, now receptive, mare. Her vocalization brings that immensely pleasant pressure to the forefront of your mind. You try to pull back and speak, but Scootaloo presses forward, keeping her mouth firmly against yours. Still, her entrancing eyes keep you from moving your head too far, lest you lose sight of such beauty and it vanishes without a trace.

“Sco, uhhh—” is all you can mumble, from around the soft forcefulness of her tongue, before that building bubble of pressure seems to pop. Your eyes try to close as your entire body shudders time and again, but you fight to keep them open. Scootaloo’s eyes go wide and her cheeks flush brightly as the first jets of hot liquid gush into her. Smiling into the kiss, she continues to rise up and slide down your member as each wave of mind erasing pleasure washes over you.

When the ecstatic onslaught finally ends, you collapse backward onto the bed. A sticky trail of saliva follows you down, linked from the orange mare’s lips to yours. As you pant heavily, Scootaloo finally stops pumping her hips, and she slowly rises up, pulling inch after inch of you out of her.

“Aaahhh..” you squeak as your, still very sensitive, head slides out of her body’s tight grasp. With a noisy splat, you finally come free of her, and for a few moments she rubs her wetness over your over-sensitive member, drawing a few more groans and moans out of you.

As you reach down to run your hoof over her body, she climbs off the end of the bed and begins to slowly walk towards the bathroom. Her tail is widely cocked to the side, allowing you to see a trail of gooey liquid roll down her hind leg as her hips sway gently back and forth; it’s an image you sure won’t forget in a hurry.

A cone of bright light emerges from the bathroom just after she disappears through the doorway. You roll onto your side and wait for her to come back out, a wacky post-coital smile plastered all over your face. You’re not sure how much time she spent in there, but sometime before she emerged, your heavy eyelids treacherously slid closed, ushering you off into a relaxed sleep.

Repercussions

You awaken, from dreams of your childhood, to a soft pressure resting against your chest and the cold in all four of your legs that is the result of sleeping without a blanket over you. Without opening your eyes, your hoof searches for your blanket, and when you find it, you throw it over yourself. The immediate warmth of the heavenly blanket lulls you back into a state of semi-consciousness.

It’s not until a pair of hooves wrap around you and lightly squeeze that you realise you’re not alone and that the weight resting on your chest is a pony. A pony who is now nuzzling into your mane. In your mind’s eye, it’s the filly you fell for that kisses you gently on the lips, without knowing you’re awake. Taking a chance, you wrap your hooves around her back, and when you gently squeeze her, her hooves do the same. When she rests her head in the crook of your neck, her breath begins to tickle the fur on your chin. You let out a contented sigh, a smile making its way onto your face.

You lay there for Goddess knows how long before you feel like actually waking up. What finally draws your mind back from the land of listlessness is a pair of warm lips being softly pressing up against yours. The kiss is quick, soft, and almost chaste. As what you can only imagine to be Scootaloo’s lips part from yours, you can feel the heat of her breath on your lips as she speaks something that, even in the morning silence, is too quiet to hear. You manage to pry your eyes open and catch Scootaloo staring down at you. A soft smile adorns her face, all the way up to her eyes, and with her light blush, she wears it well. It’s been years since you’ve actually seen her smile, and seeing this specific one, radiating an air or caring, is something you’d given up on long ago. Your stomach seems to do somersaults as you plant a gentle kiss on her nose.

As soon as she realises what you've done, the morning’s serenity is shattered. She cringes, forcefully pushing out of your grasp and rolling off of you.

“Ughh… dude, gross. You smell like shit. Go take a shower.” And with that, she walks out of the room, leaving you completely confused, yet again. You sigh, crawl out of bed, and mope your way to the bathroom. You slide the door closed as you stare at yourself in the mirror. The light filtering in from the skylight above you draws long shadows across your face, exacerbating the worn look you currently wear.

“Buck me,” you mutter, feeling your stomach tie itself in knots. You can’t believe that that one little chicken joke, from so many years ago, somehow made you stupid enough to dare your friend to do what she did. Something you did hurt Scootaloo enough to put her in this state of mind. She doesn’t deserve this. She was cool. She was so talented.

You shake your head violently, trying to clear the image of her cutie mark from your mind, but all you succeed in doing is giving yourself a headache from your brain rattling around your thick skull. You sigh, and step into the shower.

Flicking on the tap, the water hits you like a cart full of bricks. Somehow, it has managed to stay in liquid form even though it feels like it should be flying forth from the shower head as a stream of icicles. Still, you stand in the water, hoping the chill that makes its way into your bones will wash away the guilt in your heart. As time passes, the heavy hits of the pressurized water raining down on you fade into the numbness that the cold has brought to your body. Though, even when you start to lose feeling in the farthest tip of your hooves, the painful lump in the pit of your stomach persists. You’re not sure how long you stand there, staring at the distorted reflection of yourself in the chrome relief surrounding the tap, but when a hoof pokes your shoulder, you nearly jump out of your skin.

"Move over," Scootaloo flatly says as you turn to look upon the mare that has no sense of privacy. You sigh and take a step back, out of the shower’s spray, and just as you are out of the way, she steps into the bath in front of you. “Dear Goddess, that’s cold!” she exclaims as soon as the water begins to wash over her. Her hoof quickly cranks on the tap, causing the water’s temperature to slowly climb to a much more bearable point.

Without so much as batting an eyelash, the orange mare squirts some soap in her hoof and begins to wash herself right in front of you. Though, you’re not sure why you’re so surprised by this. You begin to climb out of the shower when Scootaloo speaks up again.

“Dude, you’re not taking me out to lunch smelling like that, so get back in here and quit sulking.”

“Huh?”

“Ever since you started stalking me, yesterday, it’s been written all over your face. You want to be my coltfriend, and I might just let you. You were pretty cool when you weren’t trying to kill me.” That last little quip sets a fire in your stomach, setting you off.

“Scoots, you’ve been nothing but a mule since I met you yesterday. Your little trick nearly got me killed, and then you come back to my house, bragging about it, and then… I don’t even know how to describe what happened last night. All I know is that it ruined something I’ve fantasized about for years. That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? I ruined something that was supposed to be special for you, and now you came back to do that to me.” You turn, trotting towards the door. “You win, Scootaloo. You’ve made me feel worse about what I did to you in the past, and destroyed the only thing I’ve ever cared about in the process.”

Just as you reach out and envelop the doorknob in your magical aura, a wet hoof brushes barely across your shoulder, causing you to stop. It’s now that you notice the silence that has taken up the room.

“I’m sorry.” You barely hear it over the furious beating of your angered heart, but her voice with its shattered bravado draws your attention back towards the source of your anger.

“I think we’re way past the point where that phrase fixes everything,” you say, shaking your head to try and rid yourself of the emotions that have overtaken you. You never imagined that you would be breaking your longtime friendship, and the pain in your heart doesn’t make it any easier. “It’d be better if you just went back to Manehattan.” Those words only made you feel worse. Even through all your anger, you still did want to work this out, but your mouth, apparently, worked faster than your mind. You couldn’t manage to bring yourself to look at her as you walked out of the bathroom.

You don’t stop walking until you were deep within the Everfree, overlooking a raging river. The layers of stone that made up the cliff below you were mostly smooth, carved out by Equestria’s most powerful natural force. Nearly a hundred feet below, you idly watched whitecaps and eddies. You felt nearly as carved out as the rock and stone below you must. And now, in the place that started it all, you wonder what it would be like to see that water rushing up towards you.

Post

Months later, a letter arrives with a return address from Manehattan. You recognize the untidy but feminine mouthwriting of the friend you thought you’d never see again. For a moment, you consider not opening it, but that passes just as quickly. You’ve gotten past what happened, and you hope she has, too; somehow, you’ve managed to keep a soft spot in your heart for the little filly you grew up with.

With magical ease, you tear the end of the envelop off and slide a single sheet of folded paper out, beginning to read as soon as the text becomes visible.

Hey,

I can’t even remember how many times I’ve tried to write this. I know you think I did all that on purpose. Well, I did. Just not for the reason you thought.

Let me start from the beginning. When I moved to Manehattan to go to Uni, no pony else wanted to go with me. AB is still with AJ and Mac at Sweet Apple Acres, and you know what happened with Sweetie’s career. Well, I got roomed up with none other than Diamond Tiara in the dorms. Don’t ask why she wasn’t living in some mansion or loft in town, she never told me. Needless to say, we still hate each other, but I couldn’t help but to be around her, considering we live together.

I started planning a trip home for little break, and one night, when Tia brought home her newest coltfriend, I got thinking about you. When I pictured the perfect colt to date, I came up with you. You were cool, funny, nice, and strong. You were everything a colt was supposed to be.

When Tia found out what I was planning, she started trying to talk to me about sex – I seriously think she’s a whorse. Somehow, I got the notion that it was common place for angry sex to be the best kind, and something that strengthened the bond between lovers.

This is all so strange, trying to write this out. I don’t think I can keep going…

Sweetie Belle gave me a couple VIP passes to watch her show here in town. There are a couple rooms backstage that we could talk in. Please, if you can forgive me, the show starts Friday night at eight. Give the guard at the back door the pass I put in with this letter, and he’ll let you in. Even if you don’t want to see me, you’re welcome to come and see Sweetie perform, she’s so awesome.

I’ll be waiting,

Scoots