Star Shooter closed his room’s door behind the two of them with a strange, nonsensical feeling of nervousness flushing through him. He shouldn’t have to feel this way. He wasn’t doing anything wrong, not really. Well, not anything that he hadn’t done before, and he hadn’t been as nervous last time. So what was the deal now?

Scootaloo looked back at him over her shoulder. She blushed, glanced away, then looked again. “You really want another taste of this, huh?”

He laughed a little, hoping it didn’t sound like a nervous laugh. “Oh yeah!” Honestly, he couldn’t deny that he did want a piece of her. She was small, tight, and lithe … so perky and playful-looking. It didn’t hurt that she’d lifted her tail to the side as she looked back at him, showing him a glimpse of the wet teenage filly pussy underneath.

Was that why he felt nervous? She was young. Younger than him … almost too young. Almost. Part of him wanted to know exactly how old she was, but another part of him got a thrill from not knowing for sure. Besides – she had her cutie mark. She’d had it for years. Some ponies might frown a bit at the age gap, but she was old enough to make her own decisions. And that was good enough for him.

“I feel so sneaky!” Scootaloo jumped onto the bed, standing on it with all four hooves and bouncing a little. “Do you think they know?” She asked quietly, almost worriedly.

Shaking his head and smiling, he came a little closer. “Uh… Yeah, I’m pretty sure at least some of them figured it out.”

Was that what was making his fur stand on end and his hooves tingle? It couldn’t be. Maybe they were fooling the other two girls, but the guys had to have known what he was up to. It’s not like they’d never invited fan-girls over to ‘hang out’ before. He shouldn’t be afraid of getting caught when his bandmates already knew … or at least should have known.

As he came up next to the bed, still not quite sure how to start, Scootaloo bounced over to the edge of the bed right in front of him. She teetered for a moment – he instinctively reached out to catch her – but she managed to settle herself with a buzz of her wings. Then she just grinned down at him as if she knew a secret that he didn't.

He wasn’t used to looking up at her. Even though she was almost a full-grown mare, she was still significantly shorter than him. He found himself leaning closer, mesmerised by her playful smile and adoring eyes.

And she moved the rest of the way, bringing them into a kiss.

Her muzzle was smaller and daintier than his. It felt so soft and delicate when their lips met. They touched just once, then separated before going for a much longer, deeper kiss. Scootaloo’s eyes drifted closed, and she moaned a little bit into his mouth. Then, just as they were about to pull apart again, she lunged forward. Both her forehooves left the bed, wrapping around behind Star’s neck instead. She held him tightly, not letting go until he finally gave in and let her tongue in between his lips.

That was when he lost all ability to control himself, feeling his cock start to grow to full mast. He kissed her deeply – very deeply – and reared up a little. That let him match her height better, and it freed up his hooves to explore her body in turn, caressing over her withers, her neck, her back. Everywhere, she was just so tight and firm, her toned muscles accentuating the curves under her orange fur. He felt like he could happily spend hours touching and stroking her body. And he could almost, just almost, reach far enough to trace the curve of her perky little rump. He traced his hoof along the curve of her back, just where it began to curve upward. He could feel the muscles there tensing a bit as her tail lifted.

When they finally separated from the kiss, they were both out of breath, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Scootaloo recovered more quickly. She licked her lips. “Mmm, you like it?” Looking over her shoulder at where his hooves still stroked along her flanks, she smiled and flicked her tail. “I think you do!”

He gave a meaningful glance behind her where her tail was flipped so high it was almost upside down over her back. “I think you like it too.” Before she could respond with another teasing quip, he pressed forward again, meeting their lips together in that soft, fiery embrace.

“Mm-hm!” she mumbled back against his lips, just before offering him her tongue again.

This time, there was no going back. Neither one of them was willing to back off in the slightest. Star just couldn’t get enough of these kisses. He pressed closer and closer, pulling her toward him with his hooves, just as she pulled him.

Their chests pressed together. Star could feel the beating of Scootaloo’s heart – it was pounding away like crazy! Or was that his own heart? Was she as nervous as he felt, or was the excitement and anticipation of the moment just getting to her that much? He really hoped she was enjoying it.

Soon, though, even that wasn’t enough. He took another step closer to the bed, raising himself completely upright, so close that Scootaloo had to stand almost upright herself in order to reach him, in order to be close to him.

And oh were they ever getting close! Their bellies touched now. Star could feel the small round warmth of her body, the brush of her soft fur – sleek near her chest, but fuzzier and softer down below. He felt the delicate plush skin around her teats against the tip of his cock.

Scootaloo must have felt it too. She moaned against his fervent lips and pressed herself against him all the more urgently. His cock slid up between the two of them.

At that point, though, it was too much. Scootaloo was already leaning well out beyond the edge of the bed. One of her hind hooves slipped off. Suddenly, instead of holding him close, she was clinging to him for support, in order to keep from falling down altogether. The unexpected pull threw Star off balance – he wasn’t prepared to stand on just two hooves without support, and Scootaloo’s weight pulled him forward. The kiss broke apart as they tumbled down onto the bed together, with him right on top of her.

For a moment, all they could do was laugh in relief that they hadn’t gotten hurt. But then Scootaloo smiled up at him, biting her lip slightly. “Wow, that was close…” She moved her body a little bit, grinding against his hard cock between them. “Really close.”

He panted for breath, amazed at this filly who could make quips when pressed beneath a stallion like that.

She lifted her head, nuzzling along his cheek close to his ear. “You gonna put it in now?” Oh Goddess she was so cute like that!

“Actually, um…” Aw, what the heck, why not go for it? It would be so fun to hear her squeal in surprise. “I have some unfinished business from last time.” He licked his lips, trying to give her a hint about what he had in mind.

It didn’t seem to get through, not right away. She looked up at him, confused.

But when he deliberately began to edge his way back toward the side of the bed, sliding down along her body, her eyes suddenly lit up. She looked down her belly at him with her lips open slightly in a silent gasp.

She wasn’t the only one enjoying it. Star ran his muzzle lightly through Scootaloo’s velvety belly fur, a tingling thrill running through him as he touched the long, sweeping curve of her, always moving just a bit closer to those naughty little teenage filly bits he probably ought to have no business being close to. But oh how close he was…

Her underbelly was so soft and sensual, her fur here even shorter and softer, fading tantalizingly toward bare skin, almost exactly the same orange color, but so smooth and supple. He moaned against her tiny filly-like teats. Touching them while everypony else watched the movie was one thing. Actually being able to nuzzle and kiss and lick them – that was something else entirely. For a long moment, he just enjoyed running his closed lips over the two little nubs of her nipples, the very slight bulge of teat around them, the barely perceptible – but so alluringly there – valley between the two.

Scootaloo giggled slightly. “Hey, that tickles!” Her hind legs curled around his back, holding him tightly in place.

Star ignored her protest – he had to! – he just had to have more of her. And from the way she gasped when he took one of her precious nipples into his mouth, she didn’t mind him doing it at all. Those little sounds she made were like music to him, like a siren’s song. It made him an addict, made him want more and more of her. He switched back and forth from one perfectly perky teat to the other, suckling and playing with her like he was a teenage colt again.

All the while, though, his mind was already starting to race toward something else. Something hot, and steamy-warm. He could feel the heat of her on his chest and neck. When she looked down at him and met his gaze, he could see the urgent need in her eyes, like she was ready to burn up on the spot if he didn’t do something to quench her fire.

Now it was time to show this inexperienced – well, inexperienced compared to himself, at least – young mare what a more experienced stallion could do for her. He made his way lower slowly, teasingly, making sure to lovingly kiss every last little bit of delicate skin in the gap between her hind legs, even a way up each inner thigh.

When he’d finally slid all the way down and came face-to-face with her perfect filly flower, he didn’t go straight for the prize. First, he kissed the dock of her tail, licked the pert curve of her rump, nuzzled the sensitive spot just shy of her desperately winking pussy lips.

She tried to cheat, of course, squirming in place and trying to rub her needy pussy against his face. But he held her legs in his forehooves, pinning her to the bed and forcing her to enjoy every last moment of the teasing buildup.

And even then, even when he’d finally doted upon every last bit of her except that one part she so obviously wanted him to, he paused, his lips almost touching her, so close that she’d feel his breath against her pussy. “Are you ready?” he asked, already knowing the answer. He just wanted to see her squirm some more. To wait a bit longer. It would make things all the sweeter when she finally got what she wanted.

“Mmm!” she moaned out, her teeth clenched. Already, she was almost too far gone to make actual words. “Please?” she managed to get out in a gasp.

Well, he didn’t want to drive her completely crazy, did he? Better finally deliver on what he’d been implicitly promising. And after all, she had asked so nicely...

Star hadn’t realized how much he had been needing it until he finally pressed his tongue gently against the wet heat of Scootaloo’s pussy lips. She winked right into his mouth, instantly flooding him with the tangy flavor of her juices. The soft inner pinkess of her kissed him back, and for that first lovely moment, he felt every last contour and hollow of her inner walls.

Of course, that wink only lasted for a moment. But more would come, he knew it. And until then, he could enjoy exploring her outer lips. There really was nothing else like it in the world, the springy-soft bulb of a cute mare’s vulva. Especially one as young and spunky as Scootaloo. He ran his tongue gently and lazily up to the plush round hood where her cute pink clit would wink outward and then all the way down her sweet and smooth lips, almost all the way down to her tail hole.

She winked again, and this time, he wasn’t satisfied with only licking what flashed out at him – he ventured his tongue inside, bathing it in that unique taste and that sultry warmth.

“Oh, Star!” Scootaloo moaned out, arching her back against the bed.

His cock throbbed up against his belly when he heard that from her, and he abandoned all subtlety. He slathered his tongue all over her pussy – anywhere and everywhere he could possibly reach. The more it made her moan, the more he wanted it. He couldn’t get enough of her! Wrapping his forehooves around her flanks to either side, he held her close as she bucked against the bed, pressing his mouth down between her legs until his whole muzzle was coated in her clear, slick juices.

Already, Scootaloo was breathing fast and shallow, holding every other breath for a second. Her forehooves gripped the bedsheets tightly, wrinkling them all over the place. Her hind legs squeezed together on either side of Star’s head.

He was getting carried away with things, he knew. He should slow down, lick her more gently and sensually, give her some more time to enjoy herself before driving her to orgasm. But he just couldn’t stop himself. There was something about seeing this athletic, spirited tomboy of a mare completely lose herself and cry out with utter abandon. He couldn't say no to that edge of desperation, the little rasp in her voice when he touched her just right.

So when she cried out and said, “I’m— I’m about to—!” he didn’t back off and go back to teasing her like he should have. Instead, he took her winking clit between his lips and began suckling on it almost as if it was a tiny lollipop. He caressed it with his tongue and stroked it softly with his lips, edging her recklessly onward.

Scootaloo came explosively, dousing him with her hot juices. Her whole body went stiff against the bed. He could feel her lean muscles trembling with the strain her body was putting her through. Her underbelly, right before his eyes, clenched and clenched again, showing off her delicate curves as her insides squeezed insistently on something that wasn’t there.

Even as her orgasm rocked through her, Star kept on massaging her clit with everything his mouth could offer her. In this, at least, he could show her a bit of his skill – every little motion he made sent a new jolt of stiffness through Scootaloo’s body, made her cry out all over again. He put her through the kind of extended, ongoing orgasm that would make her feel like her very soul was being squirted out along with her syrupy marecum.

Finally, though, her body had nothing left to give. Not even he could keep it going. Scootaloo collapsed back down very flat against the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as her chest heaved in deep breaths.

Star stood back up and wiped his muzzle clean with one forehoof. As he gazed lovingly down at the little orange mare, her undersized wings reflexively buzzed against the bedspread.

Those wings… Some ponies – especially other pegasus ponies – would look at those wings and think there was something wrong with her, that it made her worthless. But he couldn’t bring himself to care about that at all. What difference did wings make? What he saw lying there on the bed was a beautifully blooming young mare, a feisty and brave filly who could take any surprise the world threw at her and come out on top in the end. It put him in awe just to think of the kind of courage it must have taken to approach five new stallions all at the same time, stallions she’d idolized. Instead of choking or making a fool of herself, she’d had all five of them wrapped around her hooves and practically in love with her in no time.

In love with her? No, of course not. But what if he was? What pegasus stallion would want a mare who could probably never fly? He could, he knew it deep down. He so easily could let himself fall in love with her. She was special – a gem to be cherished. He’d never met another pony like her. Was he willing to risk that he might never find one like her again, or was he going to do what he’d been telling himself all week that he probably shouldn’t? Did he really have any other option? He couldn’t just let her go, not this time, not again.

Scootaloo had finally caught her breath. She began to move again. At first, she struggled just to roll over, but when she looked at Star, her eyes sparkled, and she quickly came over to the side of the bed next to him.

Oh, the way she looked up at him so adoringly. It was a look he was pretty accustomed to from fan-girls, but to see it from her… Goddess, he really was smitten, wasn't he?

Her eyes darted down to his still-throbbing cock. “Do you want me to, um…? You know...”

Memories flashed in his head of the last time, of what a quick learner she’d been, of just how good she’d so effortlessly become at exactly what she was implying. He nodded his head eagerly, his mouth dry, almost as if he was the nervous fan and she was the star of the show who’d seen fit to dally with a groupie.

Scootaloo slid off the bed as lithely as a cat. She kept glancing up into his eyes again and again, even though she was headed quite a bit lower. It was like she kept implicitly asking him for permission to really go through with it, even though they both obviously knew that he wanted it.

Shivering a bit in anticipation as he felt Scootaloo’s mane brush his shoulder, Star let his eyes drift shut. He stepped his forehooves forward while keeping his hind legs where they were – stretching out a bit to give her better access.

The appreciative gasp she made when she drew close had to have been the sexiest sound he’d ever heard, or at least it felt like that in the moment. He’d had far more than his share of eager mares, but when Scootaloo reached up with her hooves and caressed his length, he got a sense that she wanted him in a way that he’d never felt with anypony else. He’d felt desired many times, but never … what? What was this feeling? Loved? No, it couldn’t be. He couldn't just assume she felt that way about him. Not when he wanted her to so badly. He must be getting caught up in wishful thinking.

When he finally felt the delicate touch of Scootaloo’s mouth against his tip, though, there was no more room left in his head for thinking, wishful or otherwise. A shiver ran through his whole body as she nuzzled her way under his belly, quickly taking him deeper. Goddess, a mare as inexperienced as her had no business being so good at doing this!

Every bob of Scootaloo’s head took him deeper, and when his tip ventured into her throat, she took it with little difficulty. Her small size made it perfectly easy for her to get up underneath him like that, and she kept going and going until she’d taken every last bit of him.

Even after she’d swallowed him to the hilt, Scootaloo still somehow had the presence of mind to both reach a hoof up to caress his hanging balls and to slip her tongue out and lick the rim of his sheath. What a mare! Star let the moan that wanted to escape him slip free and loud, hoping to get across to her just how much he appreciated her skills and her devotion. There was an answering moan around his shaft. He could feel it all the way down.

Scootaloo’s perfectly pert orange ass was right next to his shoulder, her tail happily swishing side to side as she began to rock herself forward and back underneath him. She still petted his balls as she moved, as if trying to tease the cum out of them.

It didn’t feel like it was going to take long. Not with the way her tight warm throat slid up and down his shaft, not with the lewd little slurping noises she made every time she made it back down to the base of his cock, not with the view he was getting – the supple curves of her ass cheeks right next to him, with her swishing tail raised high above her eagerly winking pussy lips.

He reached one forehoof up, sliding it over her back and around her to grab one ass cheek. So firm! He groped it tenaciously, kneaded it, and gave it a gentle slap to watch her tight curves quickly tense and release. She moaned again around his cock, and her pussy winked even more fervently. If she kept this up, he’d be cumming down her throat before he could stop himself!

She must have sensed this, as she pulled herself off of his cock just long enough to say, “Go ahead – I’m ready,” before plunging herself back down again.

He was very tempted to give in. It would feel so nice just to let loose and fill her up. But was that what he really wanted?

No. He had to have more than just this. As difficult as it was, to force himself to do so, he pushed back on her hips.

“Mmmf— Ah!” He was trying to say something like ‘stop!’ but his words wouldn’t leave him. He couldn’t think straight as the pressure built up more and more.

At first, she didn’t seem to get the message. She kept pressing herself down on his cock over and over again all the more fanatically. But when he tugged again, a bit firmer this time, it got through to her. She pulled off of him, but she didn’t come all the way out from underneath. Instead, she knelt down lower under him, holding out her tongue, panting from exertion, and holding his cock with her hooves as if she expected him to cum on her face, even though he hadn’t even flared yet.

“No no,” he said, trying to clear things up, “I’m not about to…”

“Huh?” She sounded so confused, even worried.

He took a deep breath. It wasn’t easy to think with a young mare as cute as her in a position like that. “I… I want to, um…”

She came out from underneath him, whirling around to look up into his face. Then realization lit up hers. “Oh, you wanna put it inside me, don’t you?” she said, her voice low and husky from her recent efforts on his cock.

How could she just come out and say it like that? It sounded so lewd on her innocent lips. And yet, it was just like her, part of the reason he was falling for her so hard: she was always ready to reach out and take what she wanted, no matter what anypony might think.

He nodded, and he actually felt his cheeks heating in what must have been a blush. Him, blushing! The other guys in the band would never stop teasing him about it if they ever found out.

Scootaloo certainly saw that blush of his, if the way she looked up at his face with that big, sparkling grin was any indication. But she was happy enough to turn around and rest her chest on top of the bed, right where she’d been lying before. She arched her back for him and swayed her hips from side to side. Her tail was flipped up high, exposing everything underneath. The fur between her tight round ass cheeks was matted down and wet with her juices, and her pussy winked needfully, showing him that precious sliver of hot pink over and over, begging to be filled.

And when she turned her head around to look at him over her shoulder, it wasn’t with some cheesy come-hither glare and flutter of eyelashes, nor was it pure fizzy fan-girl adoration. It would be so easy to believe that was love in her eyes as she looked back at him. A distant gaze that looked not through him, but into him, that pulled on his heart as strongly as the winkng lips down between her perky little cheeks attracted his cock.

Of course, there was one thing that every last part of him could agree on: mount her now!

In a scrambling rush, he came to her. He felt as eager and as awkward as a virgin colt mounting his first mare, but thankfully he didn't make a complete fool of himself as he slid his chest up and over her back, as he gripped his forehooves around her dainty hips, as he pressed his cock against her warm, slick, and oh-so-inviting pussy lips.

It was a tight fit just like the first time, but as soon as Scootaloo winked again, his tip was able to nudge her open and ease into her. Some deeply primal thing inside him rejoiced, an effervescent golden glow inside his chest … and the feeling of snug wet warmth around his shaft. In only a couple thrusts, he bottomed out completely inside her, and once he was there, he paused for just a moment, savoring the feeling of Scootaloo’s inner walls wrapped so tightly around him, of her body accepting him, of her warmth suffusing through him.

It was Scootaloo who moved first, rocking forward slightly against the bed before pressing back again. The adorable gasps she made with each motion made him want to squeeze her hips even tighter, though he was already worried he might press too hard and bruise her. He spent a moment watching her wantonly move against him at first, in awe of how eager she was.

But she was a tough little mare, and when he couldn’t hold himself back from holding her as tightly as he could and properly rutting her, she just moaned all the more appreciatively. No matter how hard he thrusted into her, even as he put more weight on her back and pinned her against the bed, she seemed ready to take it, and the way she squeaked and gasped almost sounded like she wanted even more.

“Scootaloo, I…” He thrust again, hard enough to push both of them forward and make the bet squeak. “I think I really like you.”

She giggled. “I can tell! It’s so hard inside me!” She adjusted her hind legs, spreading them a little.

He paused, holding himself as deep as he could go inside her. “No. I mean, um … do you think we could, you know”— he pulled out and thrust into her again —“be together?” Even as he moved inside her, he bit his lip, tensing himself, bracing for the worst possible reaction.

Scootaloo turned her head around, looking back at him with both her eyes and her mouth wide open. Was … was that a good sign? It was all he had to go on because she didn’t reply right away.

All he could do was to look down into her sweet purple eyes as he kept thrusting into her from behind. His shaft slid so perfectly between her tight inner walls. He could feel every bit of her wet heat rippling over his shaft with each slow, sensual thrust. The way her body shook and her wings fluttered against his chest was intoxicating, not to mention the way her breath caught each time he bottomed out inside her. Part of him wanted to stop and let her think, but another part of him couldn’t. As though pure instinct was taking over.

Maybe it was her breathlessness alone that kept her from responding. “You… You really want to be my special somepony?” she finally asked, looking away from him again. “You ... with me?”

“I mean, … yeah.” He nuzzled behind her ear as he kept up a slow even pace inside her. “I’ve—” His voice faltered as he held a particularly deep thrust, breaking the rhythm. “I’ve never met a mare quite like you.”

Scootaloo didn’t say anything for a long moment. She seemed to be lost in the sensations, shuddering, gasping, moaning. Star couldn’t help but speed up a little, moving his hooves to either side of her body on the bed.

“But…” She gasped again as her tight pussy squeezed down on him. “But you know—” she moaned “—how old I am?” Another shudder ran through her. “Right?”

He kept moving lovingly inside her. “You know that consent matters more than age in Equestria.”

“Yes, but,” she started, before shuddering as he pressed into her again. “But, I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

He had to see her face! Pulling out of her wasn’t easy, but he had to in order to grab her and turn her over, pushing her back up onto the bed. He wanted to see her eyes again, to hold her close against himself, to feel like there was nothing at all between the two of them.

When she came to rest belly-up on the bed with all four hooves outstretched, he came to her, his chest sliding up and over her tiny teats, his cock naturally finding its way back to her pussy and sliding effortlessly back inside. He was able to get even deeper inside her from this position, helped along by the way all four of her hooves wrapped around his back and pulled him closer.

He leaned down and nuzzled her cute little nose. “Don’t worry about that.” Moving slightly, he gave her the first thrust in this position, making her gasp and shudder with pleasure. And there was more after that. He quickly built up into a rhythm that kept her legs tensing and her pussy lips winking around the base of his cock. “You’re special. I’m willing to give it a chance.”

“You really think I’m…” She looked up at him searchingly. “But what do we even tell anypony when they ask?”

That actually made him pause. For a moment, he held himself still with only his tip inside her. But then he mentally shrugged it away. “We don’t have to tell anypony if you don’t want to. And if they ask…” He pushed back inside her. “We’ll just tell them if we have to. I want you, Scootaloo.”

She moaned deeply. After being without him for that moment, being suddenly filled again made her squirm against the bed. “But… But I live in Ponyville, and you’re always going all over the place on tour. How could we—?”

“I can fly.” He kept thrusting into her in a slow, steady rhythm he hoped would help calm her. “I’ll visit whenever I can. I’ll be here so much you’ll get sick and tired of me!”

Scootaloo giggled slightly. He could feel it from inside around his cock. “I guess that could work.”

Pushing so deep inside her, Star slid his hooves underneath her, one holding her neck up and pressing her face up closer to him, the other under her lower back, pushing their bellies together and changing the angle of her hips to let him get even deeper than before.

She moaned, her breath hot against his fur.

“I know this kind of a weird time to ask,” he said, punctuating it with another push of his hips against hers. He was getting close now, the pressure building inside him. “But I can’t let you just disappear again. I thought about you so much since last time.”

Scootaloo moaned and lifted her hips up, pressing tightly against him as he pushed into her once more. Her pussy squeezed as well, gripping him tightly from the inside. “It’s—” She squeaked when he pressed his tip against her innermost barrier. “I never thought you would want … me. It’s just so—”

He kissed her. He just couldn’t help it. She was so cute when she looked up at him like that. Her legs wrapped around his body felt so nice. The heat of her inner walls churning against his cock was filling him with an undeniable pleasure. She gave in to the kiss easily, parting her lips and playing her smaller tongue over his, and she moaned into his mouth as he kept pushing-pushing-pushing inside her, always trying to get even deeper, as if there was any more he could possibly get.

For a long moment they stayed like that: moving against each other, touching every bit of each other, intertwined as intimately as any two ponies ever could be. When Scootaloo finally pulled her head back and broke the kiss as she arched her back against the bed, she still looked up at him with that confused but needy look in her eyes.

“It’s just so sudden,” she said between thrusts. “And it’s so much to take in…”

They were both breathing hard now. The bed creaked beneath them. A drop off Star’s sweat dripped from his forelock down onto Scootaloo’s cheek and rolled off her; she didn't seem to notice.

He was so close! It was a constant struggle now to hold himself back, to give her just a bit more time before the inevitable happened. He wasn’t sure why he felt like he had to time his release with her response, but he decided to accept the challenge anyway. “So? What—” he took a deep breath “—do you say?”

“I…” She squirmed and moaned underneath him. “I don’t know...”

“There’s no rush.” He grit his teeth, desperately trying to hold himself back from bursting inside her – not yet, not yet. “Take your time,” he squeezed through his tense smile.

Scootaloo was quiet for a long moment. She didn't even moan, despite biting her lip, her eyes searching him as he pushed his ardently hard cock feverishly into her. He could hardly hold himself back now. His hind legs trembled each time he pressed all the way inside her. A telltale tightness between his legs meant that his balls were already clenching upward, preparing to unload inside her.

“Star, I…” Her ears flattened against her head, her eyes closed, and she squirmed hard, twisting from side to side beneath him. She gripped his shoulders and her hind legs faltered, spreading and trembling against the side of his body. She must have been close now, as close as he was.

He froze, feeling his cock start to flare, waiting for her answer. He couldn’t even breathe, despite the way his lungs burned for air.

“Yes! I want to be your special somepony!” she cried finally, her voice desperate as if it took everything she had to get these words out.

That was all it took. He explosively let out the breath he’d been holding, and his cock gushed just as explosively deep inside her. It was like no other orgasm he’d ever had. Every throb of his cock poured a long stream of his cum into her, filling her to the brim almost instantly.

“Oh, fuck!” Scootaloo gasped. “It’s so— I— Aahn!”

She clutched him tightly against herself, holding him so hard it actually hurt a little. Her pussy squeezed tightly as well, pulsing around his shaft, but that was pure bliss, bathing him in her undulating warmth and slick wetness, even as he pumped more of his own slick heat inside her.

As Star began to run dry, each pulse of his cock only delivering little drops at a time, Scootaloo kept squeezing him inside and out. Every little motion he made set off a new wave of her orgasm, and every little gasp or moan from her made him want to move just a little bit more and tease another one out of her. He could feel her belly twitching against his, her spunky teenage body convulsing around his cock even as it stopped moving and began to soften inside her.

The two of them stayed like that, clinging tightly to each other panting, long after both of their orgasms faded. His cock softened completely and began to retreat back into his sheath, but his sheath was still pressed close up against her sopping-wet pussy lips, which left most of his length still basking in her sweet inner warmth. A warmth he’d just contributed to.

There was something about that syrupy warmth deep inside Scootaloo… Despite the post-orgasmic haze flooding Star’s head, he felt like it was something important. If he could just focus on it and…

Oh. Oh crap! “Scootaloo!” he said, raising himself up with his forehooves and looking down at her. His shrinking cock was still inside. “I came inside!”

She just nuzzled his foreleg and cooed contentedly. “And it felt so good, too!”

“But what if you get—”

Opening her eyes, Scootaloo looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a coy smile. “We’re special someponies though, right?”

“Um … Y-yeah.” Slowly, he lowered himself back down against her. “If…” He gulped, suddenly worried that she’d change her mind now that things had cooled down and she’d be able to think a bit more clearly. “If you still want to be.”

Grinning, she pushed up from the bed, rolling both of them over to the left until she ended up on top of him. His cock slipped out in the process, and a soupy mix of his and Scootaloo’s cum doused his sheath and his balls. Whatever. They could just slip across the hall and into the bathroom for a shower. What mattered was the young mare straddling him now, the way she looked down into his eyes.

“You’re kidding, right?” She leaned down and kissed him. “I’m not giving this up for anything!”

Running his hoof through her mane, he pulled her back down for another kiss. A whole new warmth flowed through him as he cuddled with his new special somepony. As many mares as he’d fooled around with, he’d never actually had a special somepony before. It felt … nice. Really nice.

When they pulled away from their kiss for a moment, long enough for each of them to catch their breath, Scootaloo glanced back toward the room’s door. “Shouldn’t we, um, get back? The movie must be almost over by now.”

“Why rush?” Star said, pulling her down for another kiss. Cleaning up and getting back with the others could wait. For now, he just wanted to enjoy one more moment with his new marefriend.

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