Scootaloo lewds a scooter
Scootaloo opened the door to Toys And Other Things But Mostly Toys, the door striking a bell above with a loud ring, announcing her entrance. She carried a bag of bits in her mouth, savings from several Cutie Mark Crusader jobs. Her eyes sparkled with childlike excitement. She had finally saved enough to get a new scooter that she had had her eyes on for months. Looking straight ahead, she marched to the back of the store, acknowledging the clerk's greeting with an absent-minded wave.
There it was. The Two-Wheel Terror. Just as her mouth began to water with desire for the beautiful scooter, a different box caught her eye. There was a new scooter in the store!
"The Motorized Menace," she said aloud, almost tasting the new name.
She walked over to it and looked at the display example next to the large box. It was slightly taller than her current scooter, which was good because she was getting bigger. She noted that it was a four-wheel design like her current one, and had steel handlebars, polished to a perfect shine and capped with fire-red grips. Its four wheels, matching the color of the grips, seemed to be small inflated rubber tires, a rare sight, but a design she knew would work well on the rough terrain she often traversed. The deck was painted with a flame design, giving her the impression that it could go fast. She liked fast. The strangest thing, however, was that, under the deck, there was a metal box that ran most of the length of it, including between the rear wheels. She tilted her head, but the new perspective offered no new information. She turned to read the box, saying the words out loud.
"The Motorized Menace. The scooture is now. New magic motor makes it go on its own. Just press the button on the handle and watch the wheels spin. It's magic." Scootaloo looked at the handlebars of the display scooter and it did indeed have a small button she hadn't noticed. The scooter itself was propped up on wooden blocks to keep its wheels off the ground. She climbed onto it and saw a small yellow sticker next to the button that said try me! in small red letters. She pressed the button.
The filly nearly jumped out of her skin when a sudden whirring sound came from behind her, and she immediately let go of the button. The sound continued for a few seconds, dying down until it stopped completely. She tried again, this time prepared for the sound, and looked back at the mysterious origin of the noise as she held the button. The rear wheels were spinning! All on their own! Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat as she realized just how much this would change scooting for her. She experimentally let the button go and watched the wheels slow and stop.
That was it, then. She needed this scooter. But she needed it in a much more immediate way than she had needed the other one. She... needed it. The pegasus filly looked around to make sure the clerk wasn't around. With the coast clear, she pressed her mouth to the metal handlebars, licking them with a strong desire to experience the item in a much more intimate manner. Her tongue ran over the smooth, cold steel, feeling and tasting its newness. With a small groan, she sat on the deck and slid herself forward, the small ridges meant to help with grip providing a deliciously pleasurable massage against her fillyhood and ponut. She moaned and bit her lip. It was such a naughty scooter.
As she slid back slowly, enjoying the bumpy texture, she was stopped by the raised back, reminding her of the rear wheels. An idea came to her. Her heart suddenly thundered in her chest, and she breathed heavily at the mere thought. She stood back up on the deck, her legs quivering slightly, and experimentally pressed the button again. Just as before, the rear wheels spun quickly, the red rubber tires a blur of movement against the off-white floor. The problem was just going to be keeping the button held down while she... ah hah! She knew exactly what to do.
Scootaloo grabbed several strands of mane hair and winced as she plucked them out. She twisted them together to form a small makeshift bit of string, then wrapped it around the handlebar grip and the button, depressing it as she did. She tied the hair-string's ends together and tightened it before securing the knot. The rear wheels were spinning furiously, and her hoof was not needed to hold the button down. A smirk crossed her face and she looked around one more time. Still no ponies around. Good.
The filly lay down on her back, tail pinned under her, rear legs spread, with her horse coochie aimed at the scooter's spinning wheel. She squirmed her way closer to it, until she could feel a light air current coming off of it. Then, slowly she pressed closer to it, the moment tense with expectation, anticipation, and exciting danger. The small breeze caressed her quivering lips and she resisted the urge to just smash her pussy against the quickly spinning wheel. Instead, she focused. Slow. Steady. Careful...
The contact with the whirling tire hit her like a train. The air was suddenly full of the sound of rubber grinding against wet flesh, and Scootaloo pulled away immediately. It felt... incredible. Harsh friction against her sensitive and intimate area, sudden and forceful. She moved closer to get another swipe, again cautious but excited. The wheel made contact again, grinding against her lower lips, and she held herself there for a fraction of a second longer, then pulled away again, breath heaving. She wanted more. She went for it again, the rubber pleasing her exposed flesh, friction warming her where it contacted. Soon, she had a rhythm. Push close, get a nice hot grind, pull away, repeat. She was all but humping it when her climax bubbled up within her.
As she got slightly careless under the excitement of her coming orgasm, she moved toward the wheel with her back slightly arched, the new angle exposing her clitoris to the friction. An explosion of pleasure rang through her mind and she moaned aloud as she came. Her tight tunnel convulsed and a small spray of fillycum splashed the tire and floor. No longer contacting it, she still writhed and twitched as her orgasm took over her body, emanating from the fleshy button of her clit, where she still felt phantom friction. Panting and lightly spasming, she came down from her mindblowing climax. Just as she did, she turned her head and saw something that surprised her.
The clerk, apparently having come back to investigate the noises, was standing in the aisle, slack-jawed. "S-Scootaloo?" he said, in disbelief. "What are you... did you just...?"
Enjoying her afterglow just a little too much to care at the moment, she just continued smiling as she answered him.
"I'll take it."
