The dome of Luna's night, moon full and stars brilliant, shone down on them. It was around midnight, and Scootaloo laid on her back on the large beach blanket. The sand beneath the blanket made a comfortable mattress. Waves crashed.

The remains of their dinner were back in their picnic basket, and the vodka had Scootaloo nicely relaxed.

Terramar sat next to her, his strong hands giving her the promised belly rub.

Is this really happening? Scootaloo wondered. He's a Hippogriff royal, and I'm a pegasus who can't... can't... has never flown. Have I been insane all these years? Can he really...?

"Thanks for coming and visiting me this week," he said. His hands and talons worked her ribs, especially the muscles just underneath her wings.

Scootaloo moaned as he moved his massage to her soft belly, just below her ribs. She spread her hips wide and unfurled her tail, letting the nighttime air—and his eyes—have full access to her rapidly moistening privates.

He squawked softly, and his hands moved down, massaging the soft mound just above her pussy, talons brushing her nipples.

"I'm nervous," Terramar said. "But I'm glad we're here together tonight."

Scootaloo rolled over, using a hoof to push him flat onto his back, and placed her elbows on his chest.

Head propped on her forhooves, Scootaloo looked down at Terramar.

He looked back up at her, and put his hands behind his head.

"Terramar..." she said.

"Yeah?"

She leaned down and kissed his neck, nibbling, pinching the skin gently between her front teeth.

"Scoots..." he whispered, his back arching as she nibbled and licked. "Nice."

She licked around his voice box and then down to where his neck met his chest, and the feathers transitioned to a pony-like coat.

I can smell myself! Scootaloo thought. Sweetie Belle was right... It's time.

Her body trembled and the butterflies in her stomach swirled in a tornado. Her left ear perked up straight, but her right ear flopped over and wouldn't stand up, the traitor.

Terramar removed his hands from behind his head and reached to rub her ears. He massaged her floppy right ear between his thumb and foretalons.

"Ever since we first met," Scootaloo said, "I've felt like I loved you. But we were kids, and we didn't even know each other. But since we've started meeting up this last year, I decided I really did love you. And after today... I'm head-over-hooves."

"I love you, too. You're smart, and pretty, and clever, and—"

His eyes widened as she kissed the tip of his beak.

Scootaloo was prepared. His beak was still hard, and colder than a pony's lips would have been, but she didn't flinch this time.

"I need you, Terramar. I think you need me."

Her excitement burgeoned, her pussylips flaming, engorging, throbbing. Wetness slicked her folds. As she raised her tail a few hairs tickled her clit and labia as they stuck to her wetness.

I hope we really do have this beach to ourselves! she thought, raising her tail high, exposing her marehood and asshole to the night.

Her left forehoof snaked down, along his ribs, over his belly, and found his growing erection. Good: he was already out of his sheath. Scootaloo's entire lower body flamed with her need, and if he was just as excited, too...

She ran her hoof down his shaft, only letting the soft frog touch him, and found his enormous balls.

Terramar squirmed beneath her, his spine wriggling like a snake. Sand shifted beneath the blanket. "Oh!"

His balls throbbed beneath her hoof, and gently, softly, she rubbed her hoof back and forth, rolling them against his body. His hips bucked against her pressure.

Her kissing moved down his chest, across his heart, and she licked around his sternum.

Extending his left arm, his hand rubbed her chest, and reached down toward her dripping privates. He grunted and stretched, his talons not quite reaching.

"Trying to cop a feel, Terramar?"

"You're feeling me up."

She stood, turned herself around, hiking up a rear leg to straddle over his head, and dropped to her rear knees, her hips held a few inches above his face. Her forelegs straddled his hips, hooves on the blanket.

"Is this—do you want—this?" she asked.

In response, his left hand reached up and he dragged a single almost-sheathed claw up her dock, from just above her asshole along the stretch of orange coat on the underside of her tail to where the long purple hairs began.

She gasped in surprise, his sharp claw sending a shiver down into her wetness, then up her canal and into her belly. Her entire body clenched. "Terramar! That felt crazy good. Do that again."

She looked over her shoulder at him. This time, with two of his talons, the claws almost but not quite retracted, he scratched up and down her dock.

Her eyes crossed and happy tears filled them. She trembled, almost unable to stay up on all fours. Blinking the tears away she said, "Wow! Hands..."

"Your asshole is winking at me," he said. "I didn't know it could do that."

"You like it?"

"Yeah!"

His other hand reached up, the claws fully retracted, and his thumb rubbed a small counter-clockwise circle against her clit. Her juices flowed, soaking his talons, and her jaw dropped open. "Sweet Cadance..." she said. "Wow."

"I can't use my beak," he said. "At least, not without better light. I don't want to hurt you."

"Tongue?"

His thumb slid up, to rub along her slit, and he lifted his head and licked against her clit. The warm softness exploded against her desire and a small squirt of fluid shot out of her, splatting into his eye.

"Oh, I think you like that," Terramar said. He smacked his beak. "You taste good!"

Scootaloo sat, motionless, frozen, not even breathing as the sensations rocked up her spine from her pussy and clit and ass and tail, frazzling her brain. Her ears were as erect as his cock, every heartbeat a painful throb.

Looking down, under the light of the moon and the stars, she finally got her first good look under his barrel. Outside the museum, he had been hiding his erection.

But here, beneath the gift of Luna's moon, his hips splayed wide and tail unfurled across the blanket, with nothing hiding him, she beheld the glory of her special somegriff's enormous cock.

A soft squeak escaped her, and another spurt of hot pussy juice sprayed him in the face.

Beneath her, throbbing and ready, was the largest cock she had ever seen in her life. Easily two or three times the size of the other teenagers she had sucked off in Ponyville. Bigger than any of the Ponyville or Canterlot stallions she had seen walking around town while growing up. (After all, nopony in Ponyville or Canterlot ever wore pants.)

"I honestly don't know if that'll fit inside me," she said. "But by Celestia we're going to try."

His response was to scratch her dock again while licking up between her labia. Scootaloo squealed, her shoulders hunching and head shaking as cold shivers filled her for a second. Her wings flapped.

Leaning down, she arched her back to reach the tip of his stallionhood and licked down, down, down its tremendous length toward its base. She had to stop twice, pulling her tongue back into her mouth to remoisten it, in order to continue.

And hippogriff balls? Just as huge as hippogriff cock! She pulled his right ball into her mouth, filling her mouth, licking and sucking, rolling it around against her tongue and lips. He shouted and squawked softly, cock jumping, his hips shuddering underneath her against the blanket and the sand below. His fingering and massaging and licking intensified, all rhythm lost, desperate, and she moved to his left ball, tonguing all around his scrotum, pulled it into her mouth, while feeling his tongue inside her, felt her juices flowing all over him and her asshole throbbing.

For years she had waited for this, dreamed of this, masturbated to this, and now that it was here, it was so much better.

She released his balls for a moment and rubbed the velvety tip of her nose in between them. He spasmed and a whisper of "Novo!" came from beneath her tail.

Pulling his left ball into her mouth again, letting her teeth ever-so-lightly scratch against it, she hummed slightly, a happy purring sound, and the vibrations sent a shiver up his whole body. One of his talons accidentally brushed against her asshole—

—and the sensation sent a wonderful, surprising lightning bolt up her spine.

Lifting her head, his ball popped! from her mouth, a string of her saliva stretching for a moment from her lips to his now-sopping-wet ballsack. "Terramar?"

Mmmmhmmm? he rumbled into her twat.

"I want you to take... take..." she swallowed, her mouth wonky and tongue tied. "Make love to me."

"Are you sure?"

She hiked her leg up, and crawled off of him. She lowered her forequarters and chin to the blanket, raised her rump and moved her tail to the side, presenting for him. "One hundred percent."

Her wings flared forward, making room for him to mount her. She looked behind herself at him. "Do you want this?" Scootaloo said. "I've wanted this for... for years. Ever since I got The Talk from my aunts, when they told me about what stallions and mares do, and I turned red from embarrassment, because I couldn't stop thinking about you."

Terramar flipped from his back onto his hooves and stared down at Scootaloo's presented twat, running his tongue around his beak, gathering her taste.

"I've wanted you, too. I... I... I've never done this, either. Skystar and I messed around a few times, but never quite this. I've only wanted you. Ever since we met."

She wiggled her rump at him and swished her tail. "Fuck me. Now. Fill up my... my yearning."

"I'm not good at this," he said.

"We'll practice together. Lots. Like, crazy amounts."

Leaning down, Terramar swiped his tongue up her snatch once more, pushing deep into her sweet canal. The waves of sensation crashed into her, the muscles of her canal and those surrounding her womb clenching and spasming as she shook. Her own weight nearly made her back legs collapse, her knees weak.

He put his hands on her ribs and lifted himself up.

"Careful with the wings," she said, flaring them farther forward. Still looking over her shoulder, Scootaloo watched him. He looked down at her ass, smiling, but his face pale and eyes wide. His ribs heaved.

"Nervous?" she asked.

"Terrified!"

"Me too. Just... slow and easy."

He nodded and moved his hands forward, just to the base of her wings, and grabbed her ribs tightly. His rear hooves scooted forward and the tip of his cock met her burning desire, just beneath her tail. That hint of pleasure to come shot up her spine and made her dizzy.

"Yesssss...." she hissed. "Slowly now. You're huge and I've never had anything but a small dildo in me, except for that one..."

"One?" he asked.

Scootaloo chuckled. "I used... something inappropriate, once, when I was younger, and my aunts had to carry me to the hospital to get it removed. They mail-ordered me the dildo and told me masturbation was natural, but to be safe about it." She wiggled her rump again. "Let's see how much better this is than solo, huh?"

"You feel good on my tip. Wet."

He pushed in a little, her wetness spreading for him, her virginal tightness squeezing on him. She pounded her left forehoof on the banket and her ears went flat.

"Wow," he said. "Wet, soaking, hot."

"More."

She needed him, needed him to fill her. Her pussy screamed at her, where has this thing been all our life?

He shuffled his hooves forward and slowly drove himself further in. She stretched around him, which certainly hurt, but thank goodness she was so sopping wet! Sopping wet for him, her special somegriff...

Somegriff. It wasn't just sex, she was fucking somecreature of a totally different species! This wasn't a taboo in Equestria, not really, but it was certainly a thrill, a fetish whispered about in the mare's dorm at university, something so few ponies ever did, something her body knew was both perfect and yet strange, unexpected...

Trembles and spasms filled her. He paused, his length and girth filling her. His thickness completed her, somehow.

"That's so wonderful," she said. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her twat, and tried a few different muscles until—

—she clenched around his throbbing shaft.

"Ah!" he cried with a beat of his wings. "Do that again."

She looked over her withers at him and clenched around him once more, trying different combinations of muscles, and his beak dropped open, eyes going dreamy.

"I had no idea how wet you could feel, and how scalding." He pulled out, almost all the way, and looked down at himself. "I'm glistening in the moonlight. Slick. That's... this is way better than jerking off."

"Pound me!" Scootaloo ordered.

He grabbed her ribs tighter and wiggled his hips, shifting the head of his cock back-and-forth where it rested between her lips, and then rammed his hips forward.

Pain exploded in Scootaloo's bottom half, and her vision when bright for a second, seeing stars.

She screamed in pain, her cry echoing across the beach.

"I'm sorry!" Terramar shouted, and pulled fully out, dripping her juices onto the blanket. "Are you okay?"

She panted, biting onto the beach blanket. "I... I guess I wasn't ready for you to go too deep too fast. Go back in, but slow."

He remounted her, and her marehood split again as he pushed himself in, inch by inch, steadily filling her.

"Yeah..." she breathed as he filled her completely.

...and then he kept pushing forward. Pressure built at the end of her canal.

"Terramar..."

"So good!" he said.

Pressure turned to pain as his huge cock went even deeper. "Terramar! Hold up."

"Huh?"

"Too deep. Start pumping."

"But I'm only halfway in."

"Well, you're huge. I'll get used to you, but not in one night."

He pulled back. A mixture of wonderful pleasure and forlorn sadness washed over Scootaloo like the waves against the shore. She gasped in pleasure as he pushed back in, refilling her. "Yes! That." She laid her chin flat on the blanket and closed her eyes again, enjoying the sensations.

The waves crashing on the beach, the smell of the ocean, and the thick warmth of her beloved, her lover, filling her most private place, the taste of his balls and his shaft still on her tongue... everything was so perfect as he split her insides and made her complete in a way she had never before imagined.

Her back arched and she moaned.

Pulling mostly out, he massaged her ribs, his thumbs rubbing the bases of her wings. Relaxation spread across her back and withers.

Scootaloo's wings, previously flared high, drooped as he massaged her into putty.

With his massive length out, trembling at her entrance again, her forlorn canal shuddered to be refilled.

He slid in, faster this time, so smoothly into her slickness.

And out.

And in.

He pulled out and drove himself back in again, but too hard, too deep.

"Ouch!" Scootaloo said. "Look—stop. Pull out."

"Out?" he squawked, but did as she commanded.

"That—hurts." She panted and bit her lips. "We can't finish this way."

He hopped off of her, standing on the blanket on all fours. "But, but it felt so good..."

She turned and looked at him, nibbled his neckline. "I'm not going to leave you that way. I want you back inside me. Here, this is supposed to..."

She lay down on her left side, curled up slightly, and lifted her tail to expose her pussy. "Spoon up behind me. My ass will bump into your hips, and you won't be able to go too deep."

He spooned up behind her and reached his right arm and wing over her. His left arm snaked under her head, making a pillow for her.

"Nice," she said.

He reached down and rubbed her clit for a second, the sensation making her see stars again. His other hand scratched her chest through her coat, claws unsheathed.

"Yeah, good..." Scootaloo whispered. Her whole body trembled, as if with hypothermia, even though she had never felt so hot in her life.

His sharp-edged beak nibbled her right ear, very gently, and his right hand found his own shaft and guided it to her lips, and he slid himself forward and in, wonderfully in.

As he filled her again, she arched her back against his strong chest. His left arm hugged tight around her and his right hand rubbed her pussylips while he pushed deeper.

His hips bumped against her ass.

She felt a tiny hint of pressure against the bottom of her womb, but not the excruciating pain like before. "Perfect," she said with a shiver as his thumb traced circles around her clit. "You're my perfect special somegriff."

He pulled mostly out and nibbled on her ear again. "My special somepony."

"Perfect," Scootaloo repeated. Her juices flowed, she felt the chill as they soaked her ass and asshole and dock and vulva, the coat sopping. Spasms deep inside her belly slowly built and her asshole seemed to be throbbing in time. "I'm so close," she said. "Fuck faster and rub me."

A rhythm built, as he pulled in and out, rubbing her clit. She added her own motion, hips thrusting back in time with his thrusts forward, grunting as she thrusted, building speed as her orgasm appraoched. Clenching her muscles around his cock and biting the arm he wrapped underneath her, she gasped and chewed, tasting his coat, hairs sticking to her tongue, and her tail thrashed, her wings trying to flare, but she was completely wrapped up by his body and the tightness, his control of her as he prevented her wings from flaring felt amazing. A huge fire ripped across her, a detonation from sternum down across her belly, through her womb, down her canal surrounding his massive throbbing girth and she felt herself squirting all over him as her orgasm peaked and she bucked her hips backwards, again, again, again, clenching her eyes, and felt another massive squirt.

Her eyes opened and her tense wings relaxed as the orgasm passed.

And he kept pumping and rubbing her clit!

"So good!" she said. "I've never—never come like that before!"

"Mmmmhmmm," he said, nibbling her ear again.

"Terramar, I love you."

He paused for a second, and then started pumping again.

"What's wrong?" Scootaloo said.

His pumping slowed and stopped, his shaft filling her, completing her, as her juices soaked him.

"I wish I didn't have a beak," he said. "I wish we could have a good kiss while we do this. Because I love you, too."

Scootaloo shivered at the idea. "I like that. Pull out, lay flat on your back."

"Pull out again?" Terramar asked.

"Yeah."

He pulled out and rolled to lay flat on his back. She leaned down, taking his first several inches into her mouth, and savoring her own orgasm juices as she sucked them off his shaft. She hummed happily, vibrating his cock.

"I taste good," she declared as she climbed over him, straddling his hips. The wind off the ocean hit her now-soaked rump and a chill ran up her spine.

Above him, kneeling, her forehooves on his chest, Scootaloo ordered: "Put yourself in."

He looked up at her and smiled, and used both hands to move the tip of his huge member until it met her wetness. His erection throbbed and he grunted as he forced himself to bend enough to get underneath her, but—

"Yes!" they said together as he popped in.

She slid herself down, slowly, a frown of concentration on her face. When his tip bumped into the end of her channel, she leaned forward, no longer kneeling above him, but lying on top of him, chest-to-chest.

Their noses were less than an inch from each other.

With wide eyes, pupils huge in the darkness of the moonlit night, they stared into each other.

"Terramar, I love you," Scootaloo said, with a clench of her vaginal muscles that clamped down wetly and warmly on his shaft.

Opening his beak to reply, Terramar's eyes went even wider when Scootaloo's tongue reached in and met his.

Still staring into each other's eyes, mouth and beak half-open, their tongues played up and down one another's, intertwined.

Scootaloo's tail reached down and wrapped around Terramar's tail.

Her elbows slid off his chest, onto the beach blanket, and she pulled her hips forward, his enormousness sliding halfway out, and then she shifted her hips back down again.

She closed her eyes and purred as the wonderful fullness retook her.

His hands came up and he scratched behind her ears, cupping her head gently.

Moaning, gasping, arching his back, Terramar bucked underneath her and squirmed his own hips. Still playing with his tongue, Scootaloo gave him another two strokes of her hips. Her wetness dripped, soaking his ballsack and belly.

Terramar wrapped his wings over her back, making a feathery tent around them.

"So good," Scootaloo whispered, and then sucked his tongue into her mouth as she fucked, sucking her own pussyjuices from his mouth. Their tails smacked the ground, spasming together as she tasted his tongue.

She kept her rhythm smooth, the sensation of him filling her and retreating stoking the fire inside her hips toward a second orgasm.

Lifting his head off the blanket maybe two inches, Terramar very gently closed his beak enough to pull on her tongue and nibble her lips. Her eyes widened in alarm, but the gentleness of the tugging didn't hurt or draw blood.

His hips began to buck upward, crashing his cock up and into her. His back arched and he threw his head back, releasing her tongue, his hands going to her hips, grabbing hard, and forcing her rump down onto his shaft as his frenzy built.

Closing her eyes, Scootaloo rode her throbbing, bucking stud. Her ass turned so wet she wondered, for a second, if an ocean wave had crashed over them.

She squirted more as she readied herself to come again, pain and pleasure in equal measures as her channel clenched around him, her tail thrashing, his hugeness driving against her womb with every stroke. He grunted, wordlessly, driving his hips up one final time, his gripping hands driving her hips down, claws pricking her, and his whole-body shudders shook her as his cock throbbed and his massive balls spasmed where they pressed up against her asshole. His magmatic spew filled her, the heat too much to believe, spurt after spurt driving her over the edge into her second orgasm, stronger than her first, pussy clenching tight around his erupting member and milking it for every drop, his enormous load flowing out of her, down his cock, as he pumped yet more into her and she clenched harder, eager for every drop of his alien seed, the wonder of crossing the species barrier hitting her so hard that she gasped.

"Good!" she said, and relaxed, her weight fully dropping down onto him. "I want to drip your love for days. You–your balls are huge. I felt how huge that load was."

His hot seed, mixed with her copious fluids, dripped from them, soaking their tingling privates. Terramar pulled the edge of the blanket over them, then used the tips of his nails to scratch up and down her spine.

His tremendous cock still up inside her scalding pussy, his massive gift slowly dripping from her and over his shaft and balls, they fell asleep.

An hour or two later, soreness in her vagina and cervix awoke her. Scootaloo rummaged through their picnic basket and found the ibuhoofen bottle Lofty and Holiday had given her, and washed down three pills with a swig from a water bottle.

Her movement woke Terramar, and they laid down on the blanket together. He preened her. Terramar's beak made short work of straightening and cleaning Scootaloo's feathers, especially given how small her wings were, but she savored the sensation of somecreature—no, no, her lover!—preening them for her. She closed her eyes and focused on his gentle touch.

They turned around, and with her lips and tongue, she started preening his right wing back into shape.

"What now?" Scootaloo said.

"There's lots more of Mount Aris to see," Terramar said.

She tongued the barbs on one of his flight feathers, interlinking them with the next. "I mean, what now, us?"

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too. But I can't transfer to Manehattan College, and I don't think you can transfer to Canterlot."

"I guess... we buy train passes? See each other every weekend?"

"Summer's coming up. Maybe we could spend it together?"

"I need to be in Mount Aris," he said. "Royal family junk."

"I can spend a few weeks here," Scootaloo replied.

"What about... long term?"

Scootaloo stopped preening. "Is Queen Novo going to make you marry some Yakyakistan princess? I've studied enough history to know queens do that sort of thing."

"No..." Terramar said. "I mean, probably not. And I could always refuse."

"Could you refuse?"

"Yes. Aunt Novo is reasonable at heart... But if I had to, I would flee Mount Aris to be with you, if she decided to be unreasonable. I would hardly be the first foreign Royal that Celestia has granted asylum to. Nor the last, probably. Cadance would intercede on my behalf, since I'd be fleeing for love."

She preened him some more. "We're young, and we're different species. This might not work out."

"Let's assume it will," he said. "I don't want to think that way. Together—we can make this work."

"If we get married someday," Scootaloo whispered, "hippogriffs and ponies can't make foals."

Terramar said, "I know, but... I still want you."

"I want you. So we'll be a long-distance couple until we graduate. Then what?"

He tapped his chin. "You're moving back to Ponyville? You're a shoo-in to the School faculty?"

"Yeah."

"I'll move to Ponyville. Maybe Aunt Novo can set up a trade mission or consulate as a boondoggle for me. Or we get married and then I apply for Equestrian citizenship and get a regular job. Somecreature with thumbs can always find work in a pony town. We'll find a way."

Scootaloo stood. The crusty dried semen and vaginal fluids crinkled in her coat and tail as she walked to Terramar's other side, laid down, and started preening his left wing.

"We'll find a way," she said. "I love you."

Terramar looked over his shoulder, into her eyes, and smiled. "I love you, too."

Author's Note

Comments are always welcome!

Scootaloo loved Mount Aris so much in the episode "Surf and/or Turf" I found it hard to imagine her not going back there as an adult. From thence came this story.