“Alright, Crusaders!” Applebloom projected, standing behind the clubhouse podium. “I want a status report on your activity this week! Sweetie Belle, you're up first!”
“Right!” Sweetie Belle said, standing at attention and saluting her fellow club member. “This week I helped Haystack Needle find his talent by trying out crossword puzzles, jigsaw puzzles and math puzzles. No luck yet, but I think we're getting closer to finding his cutie mark!”
“At ease, Sweetie Belle! Scootaloo, how have things been on your end?”
As Sweetie Belle sat back down, Scootaloo rose to her hooves, giving a salute of her own. “No luck yet for Sticky Gumshoes, but we're definitely sure at this point that whatever her talent is, it has nothing to do with dumpster diving.”
“Good work, Scootaloo! Now, in regards to my report, I'm happy to announce that after almost three weeks of intense crusading, we've finally helped Yodelisa get her cutie mark!”
“Cool!” Scootaloo exclaimed. “Was it yodeling like I said?”
With a wide grin, Applebloom replied, “Nope! Turns out it was math puzzles.”
“Hmm…” Sweetie Belle said in a mumble, rubbing her chin as she thought deeply. “Maybe I should go in a different direction with Haystack Needle, then.”
“Now,” Applebloom continued, “with that all out of the way, does anypony have anything else to contribute before our meeting is adjourned?”
“Yeah!” shouted Scootaloo, waving her hoof frantically in the air. “We still haven't planned what kind of awesome stuff we're going to do for our weekend tomorrow night!”
As soon as the words had escaped the filly's lips, the other two crusaders looked each other in the eyes, then diverted their gazes to their hooves, frowning uncomfortably at the suddenly awkward situation. “Listen, Scootaloo…” Sweetie Belle began, not knowing exactly what she would say next.
“You see,” Applebloom added, seeing how uncomfortable Sweetie Belle was, even though she didn't really think she'd be able to say anything better. “The thing is, we… kinda already had plans…”
“Cool!” Scootaloo said, oblivious to the aura of the room. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” Sweetie Belle tried again, scratching the back of her head, “the two of us have boyfriends now, so we were kinda hoping that we could spend our weekend with them.”
“That's fine with me. The more the merrier, right?”
Sweetie Belle cringed awkwardly at Applebloom, silently communicating that it was her turn to lead the conversation. “Actually, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle was gonna spend her night with Button Mash, and I was gonna hang out at Tender Taps's place. You know… alone.”
“Oh,” Scootaloo said softly, her ears now pointing to the floor as the message began to sink in. “That's fine. I mean, the two of you do have boyfriends now. I guess it makes sense that you'd want to hang out with them alone.”
“Hey!” Applebloom shouted with a grin. “I just got an idea! Why don't you hang out with Rainbow Dash tomorrow!”
With another frown, Scootaloo stared down at the floor, tracing circles with her hoof. “No, Rainbow Dash has wonderbolts practice tomorrow.”
“Maybe your parents would want to do something with you,” Sweetie Belle chimed in, again being met with a glare from the orange pegasus.
“My parents are out of town for the weekend! Ugh! It's just not fair! How come I don't get to have a boyfriend?”
“Cheer up, Scootaloo!” Applebloom said with enthusiasm. “I'm sure somepony is gonna make you the happiest filly in all of Equestria!”
“Yeah!” added the unicorn. “I'm sure it'll happen eventually. You just have to be patient.”
“Easy for you to say,” Scootaloo said, rolling her eyes. “You two already have boyfriends. Are you sure I can't just tag along on one of your dates? I mean, what were you planning on doing with them anyway?”
Suddenly, the two fillies’ expressions changed from awkward to panicked, with each of them trying to communicate through their eyes for the other to take the reins. After a few moments of awkward silence, however, Scootaloo narrowed her eyes intensely, making the other two smile uncomfortably as they rubbed the back of their heads.
“Oh…” Scootaloo said quietly, turning towards the clubhouse door. “I guess that explains why you don't want me there.”
“Scootaloo, wait!” Sweetie Belle shouted. “It's not that we don't wanna hang out with you!”
“Yeah!” Applebloom chimed in. “Maybe the three of us could hang out next week!”
“Don't bother,” Scootaloo replied gloomily, walking out the door with disdain on her face. “I don't want to get in the way of the two of you having sex with your boyfriends!”
Scootaloo could hear the two of them trying to console her further, but after hearing all of their lame excuses up to that point, she angrily slammed the door shut behind her, blocking out anything that they tried to tell her. Feeling dejected and unwanted, the orange pegasus could feel tears building up behind her eyelids, threatening to show her weakness to whoever walked by. However, after a deep breath and a large sniff, Scootaloo held her head up high, walking down the clubhouse platform, hoping that nopony would be able to see through her as she sadly made her way back home. Alone.
The next day, the pegasus filly did her best to ignore the other crusaders, still feeling betrayed despite her knowing that they weren't wrong for wanting to spend the weekend with their boyfriends. She just didn't want to see them, but at the same time, she also didn't want to be alone.
With the school day coming close to an end, Scootaloo felt an overwhelming pressure to think of something she could do over the weekend. Otherwise, she would just spend the next two and a half days the same way she had spent the day so far: miserable and lonely. While Miss Cheerilee taught the class how to do long division, Scootaloo’s mind trailed off, thinking instead of having her own night of sex that would be way better than anything Sweetie Belle or Applebloom were doing. The only question at this point was which lucky colt would get the pleasure of being invited to her up-all-night party.
Looking around the room, she didn't have many options. Most of the students there were fillies, and even though she initially thought that the concept might be interesting, she quickly realized that the other crusaders would just look at it as a sleepover rather than a booty call. The schoolhouse could only fit nine foals in its cramped classroom, which besides the crusaders left Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Twist, Featherweight, Snips and Snails. Having already ruled out the three girls left in the classroom, her remaining options were Snips, Snails or Featherweight.
“Great,” Scootaloo said to herself. “Looks like I'll be spending the night with Featherweight.”
“Did you say something, Scootaloo?” Ms. Cheerilee asked, stopping her lesson as all eyes fell onto the orange pegasus.
“What?! Oh, I guess 15 goes into 240 sixteen times! Heheh.”
“Very good! I'm glad somepony is paying attention to class, right Snails?”
As all the eyes in the room shifted from Scootaloo to Snails (who was busy trying to balance his pencil on his nose), she wiped a trail of sweat from her forehead, breathing a sigh of relief. She may have dodged a bullet there, but she still wasn't sure about the idea of having a one-night stand with somepony whose most attractive features were a snaggletooth and bowl manecut. There was little chance of making the crusaders jealous by having sex with him… unless…
Scootaloo grinned mischievously to herself, rubbing her hooves together as her plan began to unfold in her mind. Unlike the other crusaders, who were each just having sex with one colt, she would spend the night with two at the same time. With Snips and Snails still not being great options, though, she would have to find a boy who wasn't in her class to join them, which meant that she would have to be very strategic as to how she would proceed. She couldn't let any of the other school ponies find out, not even Sweetie Belle or Applebloom. At least not yet.
Once school let out, Scootaloo continued to ignore the other crusaders and bolted her way over to Featherweight before he could escape and completely ruin her well-thought-out plan. “Hey, Featherweight!” she called, rushing right past Applebloom and Sweetie Belle. “Wait up!” The other crusaders looked at each other quizzically while Featherweight looked behind him, over his shoulders and every other direction he could think of, completely convinced that there was no way Scootaloo was talking to him.
“Wait,” he said, allowing the message to sink in. “Are you talking to me?”
“Well, duh! Do you see anypony else here named Featherweight?” Featherweight shrugged, still confused as to why somepony who hadn't spoken to him since the Gabby Gums incident was suddenly trying to start a conversation with him. “Anyway, what are you doing tonight?”
“Oh!” he said excitedly, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a vintage comic book. “I was gonna go home and read this limited edition Power Ponies comic! It's super rare, and only a few ponies have ever--”
“Yeah, that's great. Anyway, you wanna come over to my place tonight?”
Featherweight lifted an eyebrow, slowly sliding the comic back into his bag. “Are you… having a party or something?”
“Something like that,” Scootaloo said, sensually biting down on her lower lip and fluttering her eyelashes as seductively as she could. “Actually, I had something else in mind, but you've gotta promise me that you won't tell anypony about it!”
“OK. Sure! What is it?”
“No, seriously, Featherweight! You can't tell anypony about this! Not your mom, not the kids at school, not even your dog!”
“OK! OK! What is it that you need me for that's so important?”
Scootaloo looked around her to make sure that everypony had already left, and to her relief, they were the only two ponies left in the schoolhouse. With a deep breath, Scootaloo lifted her mouth to Featherweight's ear and whispered, “I want you to fuck me tonight.”
Featherweight froze, his eyes bulging wide and his cheeks growing a bright crimson, but as he looked down at the orange filly, her sultry stare continued to reaffirm her outlandish request. “Uhh,” he mumbled. “Really? You really want me and you to…?”
“Yep,” she replied with a wink, making Featherweight audibly gulp.
“You promise this isn't just some prank, right?”
“I promise, but I do have one condition.”
“OK. What is it?”
Scootaloo rehearsed what she wanted to say once more in her mind, but finding no other way to phrase it, she blurted out, “I want you to invite another colt too.”
The pegasus filly then flinched, ready for some kind of backlash for her stipulation, but to her surprise, Featherweight smiled brightly and said, “Sure! I can do that!”
“Really?! You can?!”
“Yeah! I know somepony down my street who I can bring along. He's a year or two younger than us, though, so I hope that's still OK.”
“That would be awesome!” Scootaloo hopped into the air and fluttered with joy before gravity brought her back to her hooves. “My parents should be gone by six o'clock. Think you guys can be there around then?”
Featherweight smirked confidently. “Oh, trust me. We'll be there.”
“Great! Oh, and uh…” Scootaloo then stood up on the tips of her hooves and planted a kiss right on Featherweight's mouth, making his eyes go wide at yet another surprise from the young filly. Pulling away from her kiss, brushing her mane to the side and blushing profusely, she said, “That's just to hold you until then. Well… I'll see you then, Featherweight!”
“Yeah,” he said with a smile, waving as the filly skipped her way out of the schoolhouse. “We'll see you then.”
Setting up her house before her parents left was a disaster, making her wish she had thought to make the two colts come a little later. It was almost impossible for her to make herself look presentable without her parents raising a few eyebrows, almost giving away her cover completely.
Finally, though, without much question, her parents left, leaving her alone in the house for her to finish her preparations. She quickly closed all the curtains in the house, turned on some smooth jazz and added some extra mascara just in time for a knock on the door, not even 15 minutes after her parents had left. Nearly tripping over her hooves as she raced for the door, she turned the knob and pushed forward, revealing two familiar colts standing in the doorway.
“Pip! Featherweight!” she said with an exuberant smile stretching from ear to ear. “Come on in!”
“Don't mind if I do,” Featherweight said with an unnatural confidence about him, which was nearly a polar opposite of the colt beside him. “Scootaloo, I'm sure you're already familiar with the class president.”
“Nice to see you again, Scootaloo!” he said, bumping hooves with the pegasus filly. “So this is where you live?”
“Yeah, and my parents are out tonight too, which makes this place perfect for--”
“Hold on, Scootaloo!” Featherweight interrupted with a smile. “I haven't told him exactly what we're going to be doing tonight.”
“Huh?!” Scootaloo exclaimed with wide eyes. “You mean you haven't told him anything?!”
“Featherweight here is my best mate,” Pipsqueak said innocently. “He told me that you had a big night planned, and he wanted to invite me along. I hope that's alright with you!”
Scootaloo gave Featherweight a look that voiced her annoyance, secretly hoping that their plan wouldn't scare Pipsqueak away, but with a smile, she turned to the younger foal and said, “I don't mind at all! In fact, I'm glad you came along!”
The three of them then stared at each other awkwardly, none of them knowing how to properly transition to the main event. “So…” Pipsqueak said. “What did you have planned for tonight?”
“I'm glad you asked, Pip!” Featherweight said, patting his friend on the back. Then, looking up at the filly staring back at them and blushing, he leaned into Pipsqueak's ear and said, “Little buddy, the two of us are gonna fuck this girl's brains out, right Scootaloo?”
Looking away and biting her lip, the orange filly nodded her head, continuing to grow brighter in the face, which Pipsqueak could easily match. As the youngest colt began to realize that this wasn't some kind of joke, he began to step backwards, suddenly uncomfortable with the aura of the room.
“You know what?” Pipsqueak said, slowly walking his way backwards. “Maybe this would be better if this were just the two of you tonight. I don't think I'm quite ready, and my parents haven't given me the talk yet, and--”
“Seriously?” Featherweight scoffed, taking the words out of Scootaloo's mind so she wouldn't have to say it. “What kind of colt isn't ready? Scoots, I think I have an idea on how to convince him that we're both needed here tonight. Why don't you give him a little preview to take some of the pressure off of him?”
“Fine,” Scootaloo said, turning around, “but remember, whatever happens in here stays here. You're not allowed to tell anypony else. You promise?”
“We promise, don't we, Pip?”
“Erm…” Pipsqueak really didn't want to be there to see what would happen, but after seeing Featherweight's scowl, he realized that if he didn't say yes, he would be ruining it for everypony. “Yes. I promise.”
“Alright,” Scootaloo said, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. “Here it is.”
Although shaking at first, Scootaloo slowly moved her tail out of the way, revealing her feminine slit and tight anus above, making this the first fillyhood that either of them had ever seen in real life. Featherweight gawked outwardly, feeling no shame in how much he enjoyed looking at the filly's genitals, but Pip, on the other hand, did his best to look away, putting his hoof on his lap to hide the massive erection that was beginning to form.
“Whoa, Pipsqueak!” Featherweight shouted with a chuckle. “You're really enjoying this, aren't you?”
“I really think I should be going now!” the small colt said, wobbling backwards while trying to put his emerging member back into his sheath.
“If you walk outside, everypony's gonna see your hard-on.”
“Then how do I get rid of it?”
Featherweight smirked and made his way over to the blushing filly, still holding her tail up for the two colts to admire. “There's only one way. Watch and learn.”
Featherweight then got onto his hind legs, grabbing Scootaloo's flank with his hooves and allowing his own giant phallus to emerge from his sheath. Featherweight wanted to penetrate the filly without hesitation, but as he stood there, genitalia exposed, he began to realize how nerve-wracking penetrating a girl for the first time could be. Across from him, Scootaloo was beginning to feel the same way, almost wanting to chicken out and wait for the right guy to come along like the other crusaders. Then, however, as she thought of her friends, she knew she couldn't lag behind them for the rest of her life.
“Are you gonna put it in me or not?” Scootaloo said in frustration. With a gulp, Featherweight got the courage he needed before Scootaloo could back down and gently eased his member between the filly's folds. “Eep!”
“You OK, Scootaloo?” Featherweight asked before entering her further.
“Yeah, yeah. I'm good. Go deeper.”
With no desire to argue with her, he moved his hips closer to Scootaloo's, making her squeeze her eyes and exhale audibly as she felt for the first time a penis growing larger between her tightening walls. Scootaloo bit her lip to keep herself from making any embarrassing noises, but once the initial surprise had passed, her brain had lost all control to the lust that her hormones thrived on. Noticing how intoxicated with passion she was, Featherweight turned to Pipsqueak and said, “You're welcome to join in if you want. She has another hole up front.”
Without hesitation, Scootaloo let go of her lip, opening her mouth to allow the colt to put his dick into her mouth, giving him a half-lidded stare while trying to keep her eyes from going into the back of her head. With the colt's penis growing larger and larger, he looked up to his best friend and asked, “Is this really the only way to make it go back to normal?”
“Yup,” Featherweight said, knocking his head back as he found a gentle rhythm with his hips. “Mm, Scootaloo, does this feel good for you too?”
“So good!” Scootaloo moaned, arching her back. “Come on, Pip. It'd be weird if you just stood there.”
“Alright,” Pipsqueak said, slowly approaching the filly. “You promise you won't bite?”
Scootaloo rolled her eyes before grabbing his member in her hoof, taking in a breath of courage and inserting it into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the edges and allowing her tongue to explore his shaft. Even though the taste was nothing to write home about, the absolute raunchiness of the situation sent her hormones into overdrive. She was sucking off a colt on one end while another took her virginity from behind, and even though this was the best thing she had ever felt, she wanted more.
“How does it feel?” Featherweight asked Pipsqueak, but misinterpreting the question as meant for her, Scootaloo moaned as she continued to run her mouth across Pip's growing shaft.
“It feels a little weird,” Pipsqueak said, debating with himself as to whether or not he should morally allow for himself to enjoy the sensation.
“Have you never jerked off before?”
“Have I never what?”
Suddenly realizing what this meant for a young boy during his first time, Featherweight momentarily stopped humping Scootaloo and quickly said, “Careful, Scoots! I think he's gonna--”
“What's happening to me?” Pipsqueak cried out, but before he could enjoy the sensation for too long, a new feeling took its place as the colt's testicles gripped together, shooting strands of semen into the filly's mouth. Both foals momentarily froze at the sudden surprise, but despite how guilty Pipsqueak felt, the impression of his first orgasm overwhelmed his better senses, pouring massive amounts of semen into the filly's mouth. While Scootaloo remained frozen with her eyes wide, she couldn't shake off the energy this was giving her. She just gave a boy his first orgasm. With her mouth! And although the taste was only bearable, the arousal she felt for sucking a colt dry made her want to experience it all over again.
As soon as Pipsqueak's cock stopped throbbing, he quickly got back to his senses and pulled himself out of the orange filly's mouth. “I'm sorry!” he pleaded. “I didn't know that would happen! I swear I didn't!”
Scootaloo, however, opened her mouth wide, showing off all the semen he put in her before letting the white liquid slide down her throat, giving a pleasurable sigh as she licked her lips. “Don't worry about it, Pip!” Scootaloo said loudly with a smile. “I don't mind! In fact, Featherweight, you can keep going, too.”
“You sure?” Featherweight asked. “Even though I'm not wearing a…?”
Of course, wearing a condom would be safe thing to do, but Scootaloo didn't want to be safe right now. What she wanted was the arousing thrill of a colt cumming inside her, filling her up with his semen, literally planting his seed inside of her. Besides, what were the chances of getting pregnant after her first time anyway?
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said. “Just keep going.” With a shrug that communicated that he had done his part, he gripped the foal's flank tighter, grinding deeper as his hips moved harder and faster. “Ohhh, Featherweight! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! So good! Keep going! Mmmm! Mmmmmmmm!”
Even though Featherweight was a little more experienced than his friend, he was still only a colt, a novice at sustaining an erection for long periods of time. He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep himself from finishing much longer, but at the same time, he wanted that feeling that he had been working so hard for. With one last push, digging his penis as far into Scootaloo's vagina as he could, his body tensed as he began pulsing between her filly lips. Her inner walls seemed to almost invite his cum deeper, swallowing the liquid shooting out of his penis while her own liquid traveled down the length of his shaft.
Finally, as Featherweight allowed the remainder of his seed to trickle in, he wobbled his exhausted legs backwards, falling onto his back and panting heavily. “That felt…” Featherweight said with a chuckle, “...so good.”
“Totally!” Scootaloo said, lifting her hips up and trying to make sure she didn't accidentally drip any semen onto the floor. “So did you two wanna switch places, or did one of you wanna try my butt?”
Featherweight and Pipsqueak then looked at each other before turning their awkward stares back to Scootaloo. “Uhh…” Featherweight began hesitantly. “I don't know if you know this, but colts can't exactly go round two right off the bat. We need some time to get the blood flowing again.”
“Oh.” Scootaloo's ears drooped in disappointment. “Then maybe we could do something else for right now.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Pipsqueak added. “Even though I rather enjoyed that, I don't think I'll be doing that again until after I'm married.”
Featherweight scoffed, rolling his eyes and moving to Scootaloo with his hoof shielding his lips. “He's a rookie. He'll learn.”
Scootaloo giggled. She was going to have fun tonight.
Later that evening…
Giving the chance for the two colts to rest up their genitals, Scootaloo decided that they play cards in the meantime, which was fun enough by itself, but what she really wanted was to go back to bucking the boys’ brains out. Still, though, she remained patient, trying to seem as enthused about their game as she could while hiding how much she was squeezing her legs together.
“I win!” Pipsqueak shouted, throwing his cards down and smiling. “So, what should we do next?”
“How about we have sex again?!” Scootaloo blurted out, hoping the request wasn't too sudden and that both colts had recovered by now.
Featherweight looked over at Pip--who still seemed pretty nervous--and shrugged. “Sure,” he said. “You good, Pip?”
“Well…” Pipsqueak stammered. “I guess I could--”
“Cool!” Scootaloo said, interrupting with excitement. “Featherweight, you take my mouth next. Pipsqueak, you can put your dick in my butt.”
With a chuckle, Featherweight shot his friend a deviant grin and whispered, “Have fun.” The pegasus colt may not have been fully recovered from his previous session, but knowing how few chances he would get to cum into two holes in one filly--especially in one night--was too much for him to pass up on just because of a limp penis. With Scootaloo's mouth wide open, Featherweight stood up onto his hind hooves and entered his shaft between the orange foal's lips.
Suddenly, all the arousal that Featherweight had felt before came rushing back with his mind being lost in the feeling of Scootaloo's tongue sliding up his member, sucking it like a straw. Then, looking over at his friend, he gave him a small nod before swinging his head back in the ecstasy enthralling his loins.
“Come on, Pip,” Featherweight said in a half moan. “Not many girls offer anal.”
Even though Scootaloo's mouth was filled with Featherweight's colthood, she managed to communicate to Pipsqueak with her eyes how badly she wanted her anal cavity filled, and with no excuses left, the brown and white foal nervously made his way to Scootaloo's back door. With one hoof, Scootaloo rubbed Featherweight's cock back and forth along with the rhythm of her mouth, but with her other, she pulled her butt cheek apart, stretching her anus to give Pip the perfect entryway.
“OK,” Pipsqueak said with a gulp. “Here I go!” With his face blushing a deep red, he lifted his penis up perpendicular to Scootaloo's butthole and gentle eased his way inside, making her give out a small squeak at the surprising sensation of an object entering her anal walls. “Are you alright, Scootaloo?”
Scootaloo, however, simply nodded as her eyelids fell down in the immense pleasure she experienced. She could feel her back scrunching tighter as the two boys pushed their cocks deeper into her body, which only got worse as they began to grow even more massive after every erotic pulse. Any time she tried pushing back onto either colt, though, he would respond by putting himself in deeper, fighting harder to put his girth as far into her hole as he could.
The anticipation was becoming too much to handle for the young filly, especially since it was only moments earlier when she felt the stimulating feeling of a boy's sperm entering her body for the first time. She couldn't wait any longer. She had to send them over the edge. Her tongue searched for Featherweight's cowper's gland and massaged it as voraciously as she could while she clenched her anus, trying to physically squeeze the seed out of Pipsqueak.
“C-careful, Scootaloo,” Featherweight cooed in a little more than a whisper. “I'm gonna… Ohhhhh!”
Finally, Featherweight's dick began to throb in Scootaloo's mouth, warning her to close her throat as long, warm strands of cum began shooting into her mouth, filling it up white liquid before she allowed herself to swallow. Before that, she wanted to make sure she had plenty of liquid in her backdoor as well. With as tight of a grip as she could muster, she squeezed Pip's shaft until the pressure began to overwhelm the small colt, causing him to release all the tension in his balls as he began cumming inside Scootaloo in unison with Featherweight. With one last push, both colts released their last amounts of cum before pulling out of Scootaloo's holes, both trailing a small strand from their dillhole to the orifice that they had just exited out of.
As Featherweight fell to the floor, heaving with a smile as he attempted to catch his breath, Scootaloo opened her mouth to show Featherweight what an amazing decorating job he had done before knocking her head back and swallowing all of the white liquid. Then, turning around to see Pipsqueak on the floor, covered in his own semen as well, Scootaloo bent over, put his dick into her mouth and licked up all the remaining semen from his shaft, giving him one last shiver before she pulled him out and wiped her face.
“I have to admit,” Pipsqueak said between breaths, “I feel a little dirty, but I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy that.”
“Then why don't we do it again?” Scootaloo asked with a smile.
“Already?” Pipsqueak said, looking over to his friend for advice. “I don't know if I can--”
Before he could even speak, however, Scootaloo had already made her way onto his lap, angling his penis into her moist vagina and pressing herself on top of him, moaning at the familiar pleasure of her main hole being penetrated. “Come on, Featherweight!” Scootaloo called, waving her hoof as she bounced on Pip's pelvis. “There's one hole you still haven't tried yet!”
The bouncing filly then lifted her tail to reveal her butthole just above the folds sliding up and down Pipsqueak's crotch. With a deep breath, the boy said to himself, “You can do this, Featherweight,” and made his way over to Scootaloo, discreetly masturbating to try to bring the blood flow back down to his dick. Once Featherweight was behind her, the filly stopped bouncing just long enough for him to get on his knees and insert himself into her remaining hole, making her gasp at the touch before returning to her normal humping speed.
“Mmmm, you're both so good!” Scootaloo moaned, saliva threatening to drip down her overly-aroused face. “I can feel you getting bigger, Pip.”
After having a few moments to allow a steady rhythm on his shaft, Pipsqueak finally began to feel the blood flowing back down as Scootaloo's pussy gently invited his cock in deeper. For Featherweight, it was a little more difficult, but he had wanted to try anal his entire pubescent life, and he was not going to have it ruined just because he had cum in two holes already. The pegasus colt grabbed hold of Scootaloo's waist and bent her over, forcing his dick as deep as he could until its growth took care of the rest. With Scootaloo bent over, she was now inches from Pipsqueak's face, seeing the boy's growing arousal as he gained a rhythm in Scootaloo's crotch.
“Keep going, boys!” Scootaloo moaned loudly. “I want you to cum inside me again!”
Featherweight chuckled. “Not if we make you cum first.”
Quickly pulling herself up and looking backwards at the boy pounding her butthole, she shouted, “Girls can cum?!”
Again, Featherweight gave her his sly, buck toothed grin. “You're about to find out. Pip, how are you holding out down there?”
“I'm not quite there yet,” the colt replied, “but I'm trying.”
“Do you think you can go a little bit longer without cumming?”
“S-sure. Why?”
Featherweight grabbed onto Scootaloo's thigh, making her blush in both arousal and curiosity. “Because Pipsqueak, we're gonna send this filly over the edge.”
The pegasus colt then pulled Scootaloo's back to his chest and began humping her butt as quickly and violently as he could, biting down on his lip and breathing intensely. Following his cue, the smaller foal closed his eyes and lifted his hips, moving his dick through Scootaloo's folds at twice his previous pace.
Scootaloo's eyes closed, her back arched and her mouth opened wide to let out a scream of arousal she was holding in. The sensation of the two boys running their dicks through her was far more powerful than before, and like Featherweight said, she could feel herself approaching some kind of edge. Her voice was reaching a femininely high pitch, much different from her normal voice, but in that moment, she wanted to feel as girly as she could while the boys beneath and behind her proved their dominance.
Her breathing was so severe she feared that she would either suffocate or hyperventilate, but her horny filly mind was too intoxicated in how much she wanted both cocks to explode inside her to breathe normally. This was happening. The edge he was talking about. She was reaching her peak. Almost… there…
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Pipsqueak! Now!”
As Scootaloo screamed passionately in her first ever orgasm, the two colts put their dicks in as deep as they could, bursting inside her, pulsing semen as both of her holes pulsed around them. She could feel their balls throbbing with each strand, causing her to pulse herself, pulling their seed deeper into the cavities they filled.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Scootaloo moaned as she breathed. Her whole body was involuntarily flailing, only remaining on the colts’ crotches due to Featherweight holding her in place. Finally, though, both colts finished cumming and gently pulled their phalluses out of Scootaloo's orifices, trailing semen that connected them from their homes, and as if they had planned it, the three foals fell onto their backs in unison, their chests rising rapidly from their physical activity.
“Erm…” Pipsqueak spoke. “I hate to ruin the moment, but I kinda have to pee now.”
“Don't worry, Pip,” Featherweight said, wobbling his way back up to his hooves. “It happens every time we finish. Scootaloo, where's your bathroom?”
Suddenly, an idea crept up in Scootaloo's mind, something she had always been curious to try, but never knew how to make happen. Until now.
“Right here,” Scootaloo said, opening her mouth.
Both colts looked at each other in confusion before Featherweight muttered, “Uh… say what now?”
“Pee in my mouth.”
“Are you serious?!” Pipsqueak asked in shock.
“Hey, some girls are into that,” Featherweight replied. “Besides, we need to thank our host for the wonderful time.”
“I guess so…”
Then, as she laid on the ground with her mouth wide open, the two colts got onto their hind legs, grabbed their penises and allowed the fluid behind them to release, trickling into a transparent yellow stream that trailed into Scootaloo's mouth. Admittedly, she had to keep herself from gagging at first at the unfamiliar sour flavor, but she did what she had always been told when drinking something gross: picture she was drinking apple juice!
Just like that, her mouth turned into a smile, guzzling their urine like a sugary drink. She could feel her arousal returning, squeezing her legs together and allowing the colts to completely fill her mouth with pee until the streams turned into little more than a trickle, dripping down her body. With one last gulp, she swallowed the remaining liquid, enjoying the kinky feeling of drinking two boys’ urine far more than the actual taste itself.
With a satisfied sigh, Scootaloo pushed herself up and said excitedly, “Alright! Your turn next!”
Both colts looked at each other in terror before turning their heads back to Scootaloo. “Actually,” Featherweight said nervously, “I think Pip's mom needed us back by 8.”
Scootaloo giggled. “Too bad the door's locked, then.” Both colts gulped, but Scootaloo held firm, smiling at her victory. “Come on, guys. How about this? After I'm done peeing, I'll let you both go home. Deal?”
“Deal!” Pipsqueak exclaimed, holding his hoof out and readying himself to finally get out of there.
Featherweight rolled his eyes. “Fine,” he said, getting onto his knees along with Pipsqueak.
Then, once both colts were in position with their mouths wide open, Scootaloo got to her hind legs, pulling up on her urethra as high as it would go. “I'm kinda embarrassed about this,” Scootaloo said, “so don't gag, OK?”
“If you're embarrassed about it, then why the bloody h--”
Featherweight quickly elbowed Pipsqueak's side, motioning for him to shut up while they got this over with. Finally, with all of the tension in her legs beginning to relax, she allowed the liquid to release from her nethers, acting more like a fountain than a stream, showering both boys in their mouth and all over their coats. They had to squeeze their eyes shut to keep the urine from getting inside, but overall, the taste of her piss wasn't that bad. She didn't last long, but she made sure to get out every last drop out of her crotch and into the boys' mouths as she could before she eventually ran out, leaving little more than a trickle down her vagina and butthole.
“Ahhhhh,” Scootaloo sighed, wiping herself with her hoof. “That felt good. So, did you two wanna take off now?”
As much as the two colts wanted to say yes, they just looked at Scootaloo sternly with their faces and bodies covered in urine.
Scootaloo laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment. “Or maybe you two should take a shower first.”
Three weeks later…
“Alright, Crusaders!” Applebloom announced from behind her podium. “It's time to plan out what we'll be doing for this weekend!”
“Alright!” Scootaloo exclaimed, pumping her hoof. “By the way, you two never told me about your dates from a couple weeks ago!”
As soon as the subject was brought up, both Applebloom and Sweetie Belle hid behind their manes, doing their best to hide how red their cheeks had grown. “Scootaloo…” Sweetie Belle said softly. “That's kind of a private subject.”
“Weeeeeell…” Scootaloo lifted her eyebrows with a smug grin. “You wanna know what I did that night?”
“Sure!” Sweetie Belle said, sitting patiently to hear Scootaloo's story while Applebloom emerged from her mane.
“I actually had sex that night too!”
Both of the other crusaders’ jaws dropped. “With who?!” Applebloom asked loudly.
“Featherweight and Pipsqueak.”
“Y'all mean you had sex with two colts that night?”
“Yep!” Scootaloo said with her chest held high. “Actually, I had something to tell the both of you…”
Sweetie Belle and Applebloom looked at each other in confusion, both of them clueless as to what Scootaloo could possibly transition into. “Sure,” Sweetie Belle said. “What's up?”
Scootaloo then pulled her saddlebag over, rummaged through the contents and pulled out a pregnancy test with two solid red lines. “I'm…” Scootaloo began with a gulp. “I'm pregnant…” Both of the other crusaders looked at each other in shock, but to Scootaloo's surprise, their gasps of shock quickly turned into gasps of joy as their mouths curled upward into large grins. “Uh… girls? Are you sure you heard me right?”
“Yeah!” Sweetie Belle said, reaching through her mane and pulling out a similar test. “If I'm being honest, Button Mash and I had sex about thirteen times that night, so it's not really a surprise that I got pregnant too.”
“Thirteen times?!” Applebloom exclaimed, reaching into her lunchbox and pulling out her own pregnancy test. “I only had sex the one time before he was… tapped out, but I guess that was still enough to get me too. Which one is the father, Scootaloo?”
“I dunno. They both took turns, so it could have been either one of them.”
“Girls, do you know what this means?!” Sweetie Belle asked happily, and suddenly, the other girls began to understand what she was hinting at as they all began to jump and cheer in unison.
“We all got pregnant at the same time!” The crusaders then hoof-bumped each other in the air as the three of them started yet another chapter of their lives together. “Cutie Mark Crusader moms! Yeah!!”
