To Beat the Heat

Scootaloo was sitting in her bedroom, reading a Daring Do book. She shifted her position every once in a while, trying to get comfortable, and failing. It was her first heat, and she just couldn’t get used to the strange feeling in her backside. She tried to concentrate on the book, but something in the back of her mind told her otherwise…

Scootaloo was all alone in her house, her adoptive parents having gone out for the day, and she had nothing to do. She had started to read these books because Rainbow Dash recommended them, and she found them quite interesting. The only problem, though, was that she couldn’t focus. She always found her hoof inching its way in between her hindquarters before she pulled it back.

After several minutes of resisting, not really knowing why, she thought, “Oh, fuck it. It can’t be that bad, can it?”

Slowly, Scootaloo touched her outer lips with her hoof, biting her lip. She’d masturbated before, but it had never been so sensitive. She started to rub herself at a snail’s pace, emitting small moans of pleasure.

A knock at the door caused her to fall off the bed. Cursing, she pulled herself up to see who it was.

“Scoot?” A slightly deeper voice said. “Are you there?”

Scootaloo’s eyes widened. She’d completely forgotten that she’d invited Rumble over. She knew what could happen when a stallion and a mare in heat were in the same room. She wasn’t ready for that.

Slowly, Scootaloo opened the front door. “Uh, heeey, Rumble,” she said nervously.

“Hey, Scoots.” Rumble sniffed the air as he walked inside. “Are you cooking something?”

Scootaloo blushed as she realised he was smelling her own arousal. “Uh, yeah! Anyway, let’s go to my room and play a game! I have Chutes and Ladders! Or maybe Ogres and Oubliettes?”

Rumble stood, frozen, in the center of the room. He sniffed the air once more. “No, wait…” His eyes widened. “Are you…?”

“What about Candyland?”

“Are you in heat?”

Scootaloo stared at him for a second, then chuckled nervously. “Heh heh… yeah, I guess.” She hung her head.

Rumble’s eye twitched. He cock started to slide out of its sheath.

Scootaloo saw his reaction. “Oh, no, nonono, we’re not doing that, nononononon…”

Rumble took a step towards her, slightly licking his lips. A sultry grin was plastered across his face. “C’mon, Scoot, it’ll be fun,” he cooed.

“I- I- I don’t think that’s a very good idea, Rumble…”

“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Scootaloo wrinkled her nose at that comment. Pretty little head? Where had he gotten that statement? “It’ll be just fine…”

She backed up until she was pinned against the wall. Rumble was practically on top of her. “No, Rumble, please, I- I don’t want to- oh, Celestia!” She shrieked when he forced her to spin around and started to lick her dripping slit.

“Oh- oh, my- oh, Rumble- please- I-” Scootaloo was at a loss of words due to what Rumble was doing to her. His tongue went deeper than her hoof could ever go, and it felt amazing. She didn’t want him to stop, but the logical part of her brain forced her to pull away.

“Rumble, please, we shouldn’t be doing- mph!” He protest was muffled by Rumble pressing his lips against hers. She relaxed, her heat-driven hunger overriding her logic. She was now putty in his hooves as he turned her around without resistance.

Rumble’s tongue resumed what it was doing, and soon the living room filled with the moans of the two extremely aroused ponies. Scootaloo’s wings were stiff and erect, as he continued to eat her out. She bit her lip, desperately trying not to yell and risk all of Ponyville hearing her.

“Rumble, I’m gonna come!” she squeaked, a cascade of immense pleasure going through her as she came, right into Rumble’s mouth. She’d never had such a strong orgasm before, and it caused her to almost fall over. Her legs were ready to give out, but then something hard started to poke her backside. She turned around to see Rumble attempting to stuff her pussy with his cock.

Something in Scootaloo’s brain told her this was bad, this wasn’t right, there would be consequences!

But the feeling of Rumble sliding his long shaft into her slick was too much for her logic. Pure bliss replaced any logical thinking, and Scootaloo whimpered, still quivering from her orgasm. Rumble groaned as her inner walls wrapped tightly around his cock. He started to pound into her, grabbing onto her wings to steady himself.

Scootaloo couldn’t keep herself upright anymore. She fell forward, her forelegs quivering from exhaustion. Rumble yelped as he was pulled along with her to the ground, his cock going deeper into Scootaloo than ever before, and making her cry out from a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Are you okay, Scoots?” he panted.

“Oh, NOW you worry about me?!” she said angrily, her logic taking over now that he wasn’t pleasuring her. “What about when you stuffed your… thing in me like I’m your fucktoy or something?! Were you worried about me then?!” She snorted from exasperation, then turned to see that Rumble was still looking at her, concerned. “Well? Are you gonna finish up, or are you just gonna stand there like an idiot?”

“I- uh- okay, I guess,” Rumble stuttered, not really sure what Scootaloo wanted. He resumed his previous pace, thrusting into her plot like nopony’s business. Her tight inner walls clutched his cock, bringing him closer to climax. She could also feel herself getting close, as the pressure built up in her lower body.

“Uh, Scoot, I’m gonna come,” he warned. “Do you want me to pull out?”

“NO!” she yelled, surprising him. “You started this mess, and you’re going to finish it!”

“But-”

“Just do it!”

By then Rumble couldn’t hold on anymore. A wave of cum filled Scootaloo’s plot to the brim, and some started to drip out. Scootaloo came shortly after, adding to the fluids filling her marehole. The two fell apart, breathing heavily.

“You… are gonna… pay… for this…” Scootaloo managed to say before going out like a light.

Rumble carried her to her bed, then cleaned up their mess in the living room. When she woke up, a note on her dresser caught her attention: “Today was fun. We should hang out more often.”