A Date With Scootaloo (Mature stories)

by NotProud

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Other, Romance, Sex, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 12184

Your relationship with Scootaloo turns sexual as time passes.

(These stories are a continuation of A Date With Scootaloo, which you should read first if you want to know what is happening.)

Third Base With Scootaloo: You're invited to play strip poker with the CMCs, but why is Scootaloo so shy about taking her shirt off?

Scootaloo All the Way: You and Scootaloo finally decide to take your relationship to the final level. You're going all the way!

Six is a Family: In the future, you make a life with Scootaloo and her friends.

Published 2012-09-03 08:34:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-15 13:22:04 UTC

Third Base With Scootaloo

(A/N: All characters portrayed in this story are of the proper age to engage in sexual activity. Please do not read if you think you will go to jail in your country, I do not wish that to happen to anyone.

Thank you to Earthwise for his remarkable editing of this fanfictioin.

I Am Not A Proud Pony

And Things Are Turning Sour)

Third Base With Scootaloo
By NotProud
My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic and all non-original characters are owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust. No copyright infringement is intended. If you paid money to read this, please report whomever you paid to the law enforcement of your country!

You are nervous, though you can’t figure why.

It could be that you’ve never really been to the Sweet Apple Acres Farm before and this barn is dark and creepy and slightly smelly.

It could be that Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle have pressured you into playing a game of strip poker with Scootaloo for her birthday.

It could be that you are about to see far more of three very beautiful girls than you had ever imagined possible.

Or, it could be that they’re about to see way more of you than you had ever thought possible; you are going to be the only guy there, after all.

Whatever the case is, you are stuck here with the three of them, in the barn’s loft, wondering just how a board game fits into strip poker. Sweetie Belle luckily voices your thoughts aloud.

“Apple Bloom!” she squeaks. “We’re supposed to be playing strip poker.”

Apple Bloom shrugs. “Well, after you came up with that idea, Ah realized Ah dunno how to play poker. Ah found an ol’ book o’ Granny Smith’s, but it weren’t no help. Ah couldn’t make heads or tails of it. So then Ah kinda fergot fer a while, and then Ah panicked and just grabbed the first game Ah could find.”

“So we’re playing strip ‘Sorry!’?” you ask. She pulls out the box and nods sadly.

“But don’t worry, everyone! Ah’ve thought up some rules that’ll make it work.”

Scootaloo grins at you. “I’m surprised you two didn’t invite Twist,” she says sneakily.

“We did, actually,” Sweetie says, “but she chickened out. She’s kinda sensitive about her boobs, after all.”

You bite your lip slightly and think about Twist’s boobs. Oh, how’d you love to see those beauties uncovered for all the world to see. Not that you’re complaining about present company, of course. They’ll be more than enough. Scootaloo nudges you with her fake leg.

“Glad you came, at least, Lick.”

“Heh!” You rub the back of your neck. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

“I’ll bet!” She sticks her tongue out and snickers. “So, Miss Bloom, what are the rules?”

Apple Bloom is wearing her usual yellow t-shirt under a pair of worn denim overalls. Sweetie has on a frumpy lilac sweater, white tights, and thick framed spectacles. Scootaloo is wearing a ripped orange t-shirt and jean shorts. You’re wearing cargo shorts and a green t-shirt so faded it may as well be white. With any luck, most of their clothing will be gone soon.

Apple Bloom clears her throat and sits back on her legs.

“Just like strip poker, the first one to get naked loses. If’n ya get bumped, ya have to remove one article of clothing. Everyone’s got a shirt, pants, undies, socks, shoes, and an accessory. Ah’ve got mah bow, Sweetie’s got her glasses, Scoot’s got her leg, and Lickety has his hat.”

“Hey wait, why my leg?”

Apple Bloom purses her lips seriously. “It’s an accessory for the purposes o’ this here game!”

“You know I wear a fabric cuff under it, right? That’d be like a sock. What if it’s a shoe instead? Then I won’t have to take the shoe off, because that’s kind of a pain in the butt to put back on.”

“But what’ll you have for an accessory?” you ask.

“I’ve got it!” Sweetie Belle reaches behind herself and drags her backpack over. She searches inside of it and produces a long pink and purple striped scarf, which she hands to Scootaloo. “You can use this!”

Scoot makes a face at it. “Ew! It’s so... girly!” But with a grunt, she ties it around her neck. She looks kind of uncomfortable. Maybe it’s wool.

“Why do you have random scarves in the middle of summer, anyway?”

Sweetie gives her a serious look. “Do you know who my sister is?” She waves her hands and puts on a dramatic tone, mocking Rarity. “‘You never know when or where a scarf emergency may strike, Sweetie! You must always be prepared to accesorize!’”

That gets you all laughing, and Scootaloo calms down.

“Hey, wait a sec,” you say. “You’re all girls.”

Apple Bloom looks at you like you’re stupid. “Just now figurin’ that out eh, Lickety?”

“No, no!” You wave your hands. “I mean, you’re all wearing bras, right? So you’ve all got one up on me! I need another accessory or something!”

You look at Sweetie in case she has more scarves. She misunderstands and says, “Yes, I’m wearing a bra this time!” Now it’s your turn to look at her like she’s stupid.

“Don’t worry about it, Lickety,” Apple Bloom says. “We’ll just give a freebie. First bump don’t count. How ‘bout that?”

You nod and shrug. “All right, sounds good to me. Bet I’m the first one bumped, though.”

“Fair enough!” Apple Bloom declares, and sets up the board. “Everyone knows how to play, right?” There’s a chorus of mm-hmms. “Then let the games begin!”

The game starts off pretty slowly, but sure enough you are the first one bumped back to start, by Sweetie Belle. She grins fiercely as she exclaims, “Sorry!” and then the battle is on.

“Freebie’s up,” Apple Bloom declares. “The next person to get bumped starts strippin’!” She grins and looks around at all of you. Oh, is it ever on.

Scootaloo gets bumped next, and she gladly removes her scarf. Then Apple Bloom loses her bow and you get bumped again and take off your right shoe.

“Hey wait,” you say, “do shoes count as a pair?”

“Nah.” Apple Bloom shakes her head. Without her bow, her red hair hangs down below her shoulders. It looks pretty. “You can do ‘em one at a time. Socks too.”

Which is good, because you get bumped twice more and decide to go foot by foot. So now your left foot is cold. But it’s kind of funny. Apple Bloom loses a shoe, and so does Scootaloo, then you notice a very dark expression come over Sweetie’s face.

She’s the next to get bumped, and instead of removing her glasses or her shoe, she goes right for her sweater. It reveals pale flesh, untouched by the sun, a lithe body with light bones. Her breasts are cupped in a lacy white bra, definitely not the kind meant to be worn outside the bedroom, and they are milky and soft, not to mention a good bit larger than you’d imagined. Why, if you touched them, they’d likely fill your palms. Last you knew, she was flat, but it seems times change.

“What the hay, Sweetie!?” Apple Bloom asks. “Do you even know how to play this game? You’re supposed to save yer goodies for last!”

Sweetie sniffs in a haughty way. “Scoot was complaining her scarf was hot. How do you think I felt with that sweater on?”

“But you always wear a sweater,” you say, unable to take your eyes off of her.

“And what the hay, Lickety?” Scootaloo says, her tone menacing.

Sweetie grins. “He just likes what he sees.” She adjusts herself and thrusts her chest forward. It actually makes her boobs look smaller. Maybe the bra is pushing them up. “Don’t get too jealous, Scootaloo. We’re all going to be doing a lot of looking at each other today.”

Apple Bloom snickers, Scootaloo crosses her arms, and the game continues.

There’s a good deal of play after that without anyone getting bumped. Maybe they’re being shy, but there aren’t any opportunities for you to hit anyone for two turns. You start to wonder if maybe you should have a strategy. You could go for Scootaloo, but that might seem like favoritism, plus she might get mad at you. You could go straight for Apple Bloom; of the three of them, she’s got the largest boobs, and you’re hoping you’ll get to see them today. Maybe you should just spread the punishment out, so that they each lose clothes at the same rate. That’s a good idea.

You start with Scootaloo, and she ends up removing her leg. It’s strange; you’ve never really had a chance to look at her. Her leg ends a few centimeters below the knee, so that she’s got a bit left over to move around. But she just ends there. The idea that a person can simply not exist where they should is fascinating.

She curls her legs together, and you see the muscles of her leg stump ripple beneath the cloth covering. The end of it sort of sucks in and out, but the motion for her seems natural. She clears her throat and you realize you’ve been staring. She is glaring at you.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

The next person you can attack is Sweetie Belle, who removes her shoe. You cannot catch Apple Bloom though and the first game ends up pretty quickly after that. Apple Bloom wins and it’s time for another round, since no one has lost the stripping yet. In fact, the clothing distribution is pretty even.

“All right everyone,” declares Apple Bloom, “socks and shoes off, time for the lightnin’ round! ‘Cept you, Sweetie, just your other shoe.”

With varying amounts of grumbling, you all take off your footwear as requested. This means things are going to progress even faster.

Sweetie grins evilly at you as the second game begins. It isn’t long after that Scootaloo bumps you, and you lose your own shirt, to the combined hoots of your assembled friends. At least you’re in good shape right now.

“Dang, Lickety,” Apple Bloom says, whistling. “Ah never knew you was so good lookin’!”

You blush fiercely. Sweetie Belle snickers, and Scootaloo puts her hands on her hips, looking offended.

“Oh, back off, girl, he’s mine!” She gives you a predatory look, eyes slowly roving over your abs as she licks her lips. You know she’s just teasing, but damn if that doesn’t make your shorts tight.

You notice something as the game progresses, though. Sweetie Belle seems to be protecting Scootaloo, at the cost of her own pieces. If you didn’t know better, you’d say she was trying to lose on purpose, because she keeps making dumb mistakes. You decide you’re going to protect her and begin your war against Scoot.

Soon, Scootaloo takes off her pants. She’s wearing very plain white panties, which she leans forward to cover with her shirt soon after. A quick jaunt against Apple Bloom, and she takes off her overalls. Her panties match her shirt, and have a little pink ribbon on the front. She blushes and crosses her legs together.

Then Sweetie gets bumped and with a shout, she whips off her bra, even though she’s got socks left.

You can’t take your eyes off her, and she knows it. Her breasts are small and firm, but definitely a handful, like you thought. Each is topped with a delicate pink nipple, which pout inward until the air hits them, then they’re standing proud. A light sheen of gooseflesh pimples her breasts, and she juts them forward.

“Do you like them?” she murmurs sultrily.

“Sweetie, what the crap?” Scootaloo asks. “Do you want everyone to see your boobs right off?”

Sweetie’s voice cracks. “So what if I do?” She humphs and crosses her arms over her chest, breaking your gaze. “I’ve been in a training bra for years now. Can’t I be proud of having what you two already got?”

“Yeah, but you’re distracting Lickety,” Scootaloo says, her eyes getting dark. She lifts an eyebrow at you and you gulp.

“Aw, what the hay, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom groans. “Y’all ain’t playin’ right.”

“It sounds like you’ve got a lot of experience in this, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie says. “Maybe you’ve done this before with your secret boyfriends,” Sweetie giggles, and Apple Bloom turns apple red.

“C-can we just keep playin’?” she mumbles.

Sweetie almost immediately uncrosses her arms, and you go right back to staring and not paying attention to the game. Worse, she’s leaning over the game board now and her breasts jiggle softly with every motion, enticing. What you wouldn’t give to just wrap your hand around one, or even your mouth. They look so softly suckable, like scoops of ice cream.

She giggles and winks at you. Great, so she knows. It’s like girls have a sixth sense about that. Scoot doesn’t notice, at least, or she’s ignoring you and not saying anything.

You bump Scootaloo and she reaches under her shirt. After a few long minutes of fumbling, she produces a long strip of cloth. Her shirt expands. All three of you are staring.

“Whoa, Scoot,” Apple Bloom breathes.

“Wow,” says Sweetie Belle. She looks down at her chest, cups her breasts, draws your attention again, and frowns.

You can’t say anything. Scootaloo clicks her tongue and sighs.

“Yes, I have huge tits, and I keep them tied down with this,” she holds up the cloth strip, “so they don’t flop around while I’m running. You happy?”

You sure are. Apple Bloom giggles.

“Shucks, an’ Ah thought Ah was the biggest here.” She doesn’t seem too upset about it though, judging by her grin.

“Just the early bloomer,” Scoot says, sticking her tongue out. “Pun intended. Be glad you don’t have to deal with the back problems!”

Apple Bloom nods sagely. “Mine’re bad enough as it is.”

Sweetie Belle harrumphs. “I’d still rather have back problems than a flat chest.” No one pays her any attention.

Things begin to come to a head. You lose your shorts and are left with your boxers. Luckily, they’re solid black and not Superman or something, because that would be really dorky and embarrassing. Sweetie Belle loses her tights, and her skin is so naturally pale that it almost doesn’t make a difference. Her panties are lacy and white, like her bra. Apple Bloom takes off her shirt, revealing breasts about twice the size of Sweetie’s, in a bra that matches her panties. The tops are covered in freckles, just like her face and shoulders. She blushes deeply and kind of shrinks in on herself.

Then you bump Scootaloo once more. This is it, you think, the final act.

But surprisingly, Scootaloo very nervously takes off her panties. She must really not want to show off her tits. Sweetie Belle whistles. You stare.

It’s not like you haven’t taken health class before, but seeing it in person, and from the girl you’re dating, is a whole other matter. The lips are a soft curve with a light dappling of purple hairs. She crosses her legs tightly after a second and glares at you, but you noticed that something was glistening down there. Your boxers are getting tightly again. Thoughts of what you all might do after someone loses begin to fill your head.

Then Apple Bloom loses her bra. This was what you’d waited for! Her breasts are, as you thought, much larger than Sweetie’s. They hang from her chest like dappled bags of milk. You don’t get a good look at her nipples, as she covers them up almost immediately, but the fact that her freckles reach down over her shoulders and onto her breasts is adorable and sexy. Currently, they are all turning a deep shade of maroon, all the way up to her face, which is the brightest color of red you have seen all day.

“C’mon, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie chides, “show off! That’s the whole point. You’ve got really nice ones, don’t hide them away.”

Yes, you think, please, show them off for the world!

Apple Bloom glares at her, and continues playing the game with one hand. You would be too, for other reasons, if you weren’t surrounded by eyes at the moment.

But this is it: the final stretch. You, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle all have your undies, and Scootaloo has her shirt. Whoever gets bumped next gets 100% naked, and the game will be over. Secretly, you hope that there will be time for... more afterward, but the parts of you not connected to your dick are telling you that’s probably not gonna happen.

There’s a tense round where no one gets an opportunity to bump a rival. You can tell the girls all know what you’ve realized; Scootaloo is looking extremely nervous. Apple Bloom is embarrassed. Sweetie Belle’s eyes are blazing fiercely and she keeps glancing at you.

Oh gosh. What if you lose? Do you want all these girls seeing your junk? Your boner shrivels as you think about it. Are you above average, below? What if they’ve seen bigger? Could you take being totally exposed in front of three beautiful girls who are also in various stages of being completely exposed to you? What if your dick does something stupid? What if you just fucking explode?

You cross your legs Hindu style and become so self-conscious that you miss it’s your turn until Scootaloo pokes you in the arm.

“C’mon, Lick, quit staring, you’re holding the game up.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

You gulp and draw a card.

It’s a Sorry card.

This is it. You flip it over onto the game board so they can all see, and there’s a tenuous gasp from all three of them. You’ve got the power. Which girl do you want to see naked?

Sweetie you could really care less about. She wants to show off, and giving her that satisfaction would turn her loss into a victory. No thanks.

Apple Bloom you are pretty sure will pop if she gets any redder. She’s suffered enough, and you can kind of share her pain, given what you were just thinking about.

That leaves Scoot. You’ve already seen her virgin pussy, but she’s the only one who hasn’t shown off her other goods yet. It would only be fair, right? Plus, she’s your girlfriend. That settles it.

You must be staring at her, because suddenly her eyes go wide and she holds up her hands.

“Wait, Lick, no, not me, please! Pick anyone else! Pick Sweetie, she wants it more!”

“Yeah, Lickety,” Sweetie purrs, “pick meeee.”

“Sorry,” you say quietly, and bump Scootaloo’s pawn.

She looks ready to cry. You’re confused more than anything. Yes, it’ll be a little embarrassing, but it’s not that bad, right?

“All right, girls, I lost ha ha!” she laughs nervously. “Great game! I got to see a whole new side of you, yay!”

Sweetie Belle frowns. “C’mon, Scoot. Take it off.”

Apple Bloom looks unsure. “It’s kinda the rules. Ah mean, yeah, ya lost, but ya do kinda have to show ‘em. Ah mean, since we all done it already. It’s only fair.”

Scoot’s eyes begin to water. “B-but...”

“Oh, just do it!” Sweetie cries and lunges for her. Scootaloo backs up and closes her eyes. Tears begin to fall.

“Okay.” she says with a voice of whisper. “Just please don’t hate me.”

You can only wonder about that statement for three seconds as she slowly reaches down with both hands and then pulls her shirt off over her head, and reveals the biggest, roundest, ripest melons of anyone in the room. Every inch of skin is taut and supple, bowing out under the weight of her jugs. They quiver and sway with each motion she makes. Her nipples are thick and perky, dark enough that they almost match her hair, and look entirely suckable. Oh what you wouldn’t give to get your hands on those babies for two second...

“There!” she cries, and she’s actually crying now. “Are you happy?”

Apple Bloom and Sweetie exchange glances.

“Uh, ya got nice huge funbags, Scoot, but Ah ain’t seein’ why we’d hate ya.”

Scootaloo closes her eyes and turns. There, on her lower back, is a picture of a heart surrounded by speed lines and purple curls that span her entire back. Apple Bloom and Sweetie’s jaws drop, and you’re even shocked.

“YOU GOT YOUR CUTIE MARK!” they shout together, and their faces light up in smiles. Scootaloo doesn’t share the smile, though her tears stop.

“W-what?” She says and sniffles.

“This is so exciting!” Apple Bloom cries.

“You’re not mad at me?” Scootaloo asks, genuinely shocked.

“Of course not!” exclaims Sweetie. “You’re the first Crusader to get her cutie mark! This is awesome!”

“Well, uh...” Now it’s Apple Bloom who is being embarrassed and scratches at her neck. “Actually, Sweetie...”

Sweetie’s eyes bug out. “You’re kidding me. You’re kidding me!”

Apple Bloom shakes her head, lifts her hair on the right side and turns. There is a picture on her neck of a half an apple slice with a hammer and a wrench crossed over it. Sweetie Belle gives an epic pout and crosses her arms over her tiny chest.

“Okay, now I’m mad!” she squeaks. “Last to get her boobs and her cutie mark? It’s not fair!”

“Now you know whah Ah ain’t told ya, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom mumbles.

“And why I didn’t want to lift my shirt,” Scootaloo adds. She’s got her arms pushed up under her boobs and has been like that for a while, so you’ve been staring for a while. Oh man, you get to touch those. Eventually. Probably. Hopefully.

Sweetie’s pout turns from angry to sad and she looks down at the game board.

“I really can’t be mad at you guys. You’re my friends, and I’m really happy about this. It’s just...” She looks up and she’s two seconds away from crying. “Why does everyone always have to be better than me?” She closes her eyes and tears squeeze out. “Why am I always so slow with everything?”

“Sweetie...” Apple Bloom frowns, scoots over, and puts her arm around her smaller friend, who’s now sniffling and crying, and hugs her tightly. “You ain’t slow at all.”

“You’re just stubborn,” Scootaloo says, and Apple Bloom shoots her a look.

“You don’t have to be mean,” Sweetie murmurs whiningly.

“No, I’m serious. Sweetie, look at me.”

She does. You still are. Scoot leans forward on her hands and her breasts swing out, hanging ripely. You’re content to just stare, not saying anything for the moment, because this is between three lifelong friends.

“I know for a fact that you know what your special talent is, you’re just too stubborn to admit it, and you always have been.”

Apple Bloom nods. “Ah think she may have a point, Sweetie. It ain’t mean. The ability t’ get yer cutie mark’s inside ya. Ya just gotta think about what it is that you can do best.”

“Not just the best, but what makes you feel free, like nothing else!” Scootaloo wiggles her naked rear and her breasts sway pendulously. She grins. “I got mine after I got that new scooter. Being back on that thing made me realize just how much I love the feeling of the wind in my hair, and the adrenaline from zooming down a hill! I always have, even when I was a kid!”

“And Ah got mine,” Apple Bloom says, “after realizin’ there just ain’t no better feelin’ than what Ah get after makin’ a table or a birdhouse or a bench! Makin’ stuff’s real... fulfillin’, that’s the word.”

“What about you, Lick?” Scootaloo’s question brings your attention to her face for the first time in ever.

“Uh.” You scratch your shoulder, trying to remember anything that isn’t Scootaloo’s tits. “Well, my cutie mark story isn’t that impressive. I just figured out about mixing foods together, what things go with other things, and flavors and stuff, and it happened to be with ice cream, since my dad owns the shop and all, so bam!” You point to your mark. “Ice cream.” You look at Sweetie. “It’s not so hard, really.”

“Oh no,” Sweetie says, crossing her arms again, “you’re all gonna say that my talent is singing. Nothing doing, I hate singing!”

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom look at each other helplessly. Scootaloo says, “Sweetie, we can’t really tell you anything. You’re the one who has to figure it out.”

Apple Bloom adds, “Think about how ya feel. When do ya feel the best? I mean like really great, better’n anything else.”

“When do you really feel like yourself?” you add.

Sweetie looks at you. “You all kind of sound like a cult,” she mumbles, but takes a breath and closes her eyes. “When do I feel free...?”

There’s a long, silent pause. The air is so tense you’re completely focused on Sweetie’s face and not even looking at her boobs or anyone else’s. All three of you stare intently at her, and slowly she smiles.

“I hate it, but I guess I’m always singing,” she says quietly. “When I’m by myself, it just happens naturally. But I hate it so much...” She frowns. “Everyone’s always telling me, ‘Sweetie, let’s hear your beautiful voice!’” She says it in a mocking tone. “‘Sweetie, sing for us!’ Well, I hate that. But...”

Her face scrunches up. “But it’s not the singing I hate; it’s performing for other people. I get horrible stage fright! But when I’m by myself and no one else is around, that’s when I feel...!”

She gasps and lets out a pure note, her eyes flipping open like Venetian blinds. There’s a bright light coming from her chest and you all have to shield your eyes. When the light fades, there’s a gasp and you look at Sweetie Belle.

There on her chest, above what little cleavage she has, is a picture of two beamed quavers, with little pink hearts for the dots, surrounded by waves that represent the sound of music. Sweetie stares at herself, lets out a choked sob and then tackles Apple Bloom, crying. Scootaloo heaves herself up on one leg and jumps on top of them.

“I love you guys!” Sweetie Belle shouts. “I got my cutie mark!”

There’s a lot of cheering and hugging, and...

Oh dear.

They’re all almost naked. Scoot is naked. And you’ve noticed how their breasts rub together as they hug and cuddle together. The soft dappled flesh bends and distorts around its friends, smushing gently and forming into new curves. Sweetie’s nipple crosses over Apple Bloom’s, and they both stand at attention, and so do you. Your eyes are locked.

“Three cheers for Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo shouts, and they all shout, “Hooray!” Then Apple Bloom lifts herself up on her elbows and looks at you. Then she turns bright red. Scootaloo gives her a look.

“Uh, Apple Bloom, what are you--eep!” She turns, looks at you, as does Sweetie Belle, and now it’s their turn to stare at you. You force yourself to look down.

The tip of your cock has risen out of the waistband of your boxers and is now standing proudly for the world to see. Also, despite the fact that you have not touched yourself once today, you came, and there’s white stuff on the tip. You blush.

One of the girls snickers. Your blush deepens. Then they start laughing, but strangely you laugh along, and everything’s okay.

While Sweetie Belle untangles herself from Apple Bloom, Scoot moves over to you, crawling on her hands and knees.

“Guess we got a little carried away, huh?” she says softly. “Want me to clean that up for you?”

Oh, do you ever. You nod and she gives you a wicked grin, but just at that moment, you hear from below, “What in the sam hell is you kids doin’ up thar?”

Everyone freezes. Apple Bloom’s eyes shrink to pinpricks.

“It’s Granny Smith!” she hisses, and suddenly the loft is a rush of teenagers trying to get their clothes back on.

Well, everyone except Sweetie Belle that is, who leans over the rail and shouts, “Hey Granny Smith, look! I got my cutie mark!”

“Well ain’t that nice,” Granny says calmly, then shouts, “but put a darn shirt on, ya whippersnapper! Y’all better not be playin’ sex games up in thar!”

“Oh yeah,” Sweetie replies cheerfully, “wemmphgrhafdsbgafghl--”

Apple Bloom clamps her hand over Sweetie’s mouth, and you watch those large breasts in their yellow bra press against her back.

“No, Granny, we wasn’t! Just playin’ a board game!”

“Yeah!” Scootaloo adds. “A board game! Sweetie just got a little carried away when she got her cutie mark!”

“Ah’m a-comin’ up!”

As you fight to get your shorts back on, heart racing as you hear the first creak of old leg on wooden step, Scootaloo bumps into you and whispers into your ear, “I guess we’ll have to save it for later.” You flush bright crimson and she giggles at you. You’ll just have to be patient then.

The four of you (yes, even Sweetie Belle) manage to dress yourselves long before Granny Smith is even halfway up the stairs. You can hear her muttering about “lumbegos” from up here. Shame-faced but trying not to laugh, you all march down the steps and past Granny, who’s clinging to the rail and grumbling.

“Land sakes,” you hear her say as you walk past. “Can’t leave these teenagers on they own fer five seconds these days. Almost as bad as when I was their age!”

And what a surprise that is!

(A/N: In case you wanted more sex, think of this is like the appetizer. The next and last story will be pure sex, I promise.

Here is a picture of MoronSonOfBoron that is just like my Sweetie Belle: http://derpiboo.ru/72369

Also, this one: http://moronsonofboron.deviantart.com/art/status-symbol-321863627

Please give MoronSonOfBoron lots of praise and watches, he is a good artist and without him these stories would not be happening.)

Scootaloo All the Way

(A/N: All characters portrayed in this story are of the proper age to engage in sexual activity. Please do not read if you think you will go to jail in your country, I do not wish that to happen to anyone.

Now we find the whole reason why I began this serie. It is probably not what you think. I apologize.

I Am Not A Proud Pony

This Is Maybe Not So Bad)

Scootaloo All the Way
By NotProud

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Ever since that day in Apple Bloom’s barn, your relationship with Scootaloo has “heated up.”

At Sweetie Belle’s cute-siniera, she dragged you off into the closet when you had a moment away from others. There, you both kissed while exploring the outside of each others’ clothes with your hands. At long last, you got to touch those wonderful, enormous breasts. Even through the layers of bandages holding them tightly to her chest, they felt soft and yielding, and she reacted with suppressed moans as you squeezed them. In return, she fondled your crotch and grinned the whole time. It was tough to say which one made you harder. You both kissed, and your advances became more earnest, when there was a knock at the closet door.

“Are y’all done yet? Ah gotta give Sweetie her birthday gift.”

Shamed, with red faces, the two of you giggled and whispered that it was better to take things slowly and to get your fill of each other before moving ahead. It would not be the last chance you would have to experience Scootaloo for all she had to offer. You and her avoided looking at Apple Bloom as you exited and she pushed Sweetie into...

The...

You hadn’t considered the meaning back then, but looking on it now, you realize, that must have been when they first...

Well.

Anyway, you took it slowly. A stolen kiss between classes, a squeeze of a breast or rump when no one was looking. On weekends you would both run off to secluded areas, usually on Apple Bloom’s family farm, and giggle to yourself as you experienced the forbidden. That was half the fun, after all, that you two were doing things you knew weren’t accepted by adults. And yet you were becoming adults. It was natural to do.

On one occasion, you snuck her into the boys’ locker room after school. The two of you alone got your fill of one another with your hands. You penetrated her warm folds with a finger and she told you how to curl one up to find her G-spot. As she moaned into your shoulder, she stroked your hard length until you came. She bit when you she came, to stifle the groan, and then left you to clean yourself up in the showers. She really knows how to be sexy and annoying all at the same time.

The first time she gave you a blowjob was at her house. Her mom works long hours sometimes, and you took advantage of this to escape the weather and let your girlfriend have a vision at your fully naked form. Scootaloo sat on the bed, purring at you as you slowly stripped for her. Down to your final piece of clothing, she murmured, “Let me” and with lidded eyes got one her knees before you, taking the waistband of your boxers (green this time, still no Superman) in her teeth and drags them down your legs. She sat back on her leg, admiring you from top to bottom and then, without any warning, leaned forward and kissed your cock tip.

It was all you could do not to come right then. You shivered and closed your eyes and hissed in a breath through your teeth. Then she made a soft giggling sound and you felt her lips press down over your length. Her teeth scraped your foreskin a little bit but when you made a noise of discomfit, she opened her mouth wider to accommodate.

“Sorry,” she murmured, “I haven’t done this before either.”

Her purple bangs bounced as she slowly worked her head down your shaft, licking the underside slowly and softly on the way back up. Her breath and saliva were warm on your dick, and in no time flat you came into he mouth.

She smiled up at you, licking her lips and swallowing. “Did I do good?”

“Oh yeah.” Your arms were weak and you could hardly keep yourself up right.

She made a face. “To tell you the truth, it wasn’t really all that tasty. But I’m glad you liked it.”

You two decided to work on things. When next you had time to yourselves, it was at your house and so you decided to repay her work on you. It didn’t take much to convince her to strip, and she giggled the whole time, winked over her shoulder at you while she teased and flashed her skin. Then, when she had finally revealed those lovely, soft orbs to you, along with her purple-dusted muff, you crept up in front of her and gazed her into your eyes, all of her. Then you spread her legs, pushed her back. When she said, “Hey, wait, what are you doing?” you replied, “Repaying a favor” and then she was all for it.

You remembered once actually trying to read a pornography magazine for the articles. There had actually been erotic short stories, two of them, and you hadn’t found them terribly interesting, really. The one thing you recalled at this time though was the description of the women’s vagina parts. Specifically, you remembered that the men in the stories described them as tasting like strawberries or flowers and stuff. It was all perfume like and very fruit like.

Scootaloo’s pussy did not taste like perfume or fruit or cookies or anything else pleasant. It tasted like sweat and salt and skin. It was not the most horrible thing you had ever experienced, but it wasn’t tasty either. You guessed it only made sense, since she hadn’t liked the way you taste. If she had gone through this to please you, it was the least you could do to please her without complaining.

So you went to work. It was actually pretty tiring on your mouth and tongue. You licked at her nether lips, and at her clit, then sucked on it, which made her moan. Sometimes you would get little purple hairs in your teeth, but you just picked them out and kept going. Sometimes she would reach down and push your face deeper into her vagina, and you didn’t mind. Mostly, she just lay on her back and gasped and moaned and writhed around.

Finally, when she came, it was all over your face. That had been surprising. You wiped some of the sticky stuff off yourself, then made a show over licking your fingers clean in front of her. She smiled at you, looking like she was drunk, and you two shared a long kiss. It would have been easy to fuck her, right there on your bed, in your own bedroom, but you had both promised to take it slow and there was lots of licking and sucking ahead of you. Plus, your dad had come home about ten minutes after that because he forgot something, and it had been lucky that she was getting dressed as the front door opened.

Which brought you to now. Now, in the most private place you could find, which is the clubhouse out in the apple orchard that Scootaloo and her friends played in when they were little girls. Now is when you two have finally decided to share everything you have with each other.

“Let’s make it a game,” Scootaloo says softly, kissing you on the cheek.

You hold her tightly, nuzzling her ear. “What, like strip Sorry?”

She laughs. “Oh gees, you had to bring that up! Well, let’s just take it slow, okay?”

“One piece of cloth for one piece of cloth,” you suggest, and she grins.

So you take off your shoe, and she does the same. Then your socks, and your shirts. And your pants. You run your hands over her body, kneeling against her so you can feel her breasts strain against your chest. She kisses you and you want nothing more than to strip her naked and fuck her wildly against the bright striped rug, faded from being out in the elements all these years. But you will yourself to take it slow. You always have done this and it has always paid off big time.

She undoes the straps of her bra, because she wore one today just for you, and you slide it off her shoulders. Delicately, you take her full right breast in your hands and kiss her nipple. She coos and leans her head back, pressing into your embrace. Her nipple stands at attention and you lick it softly, sucking on it and flicking it with her tongue. She gasps and moans softly and you smile. You run your hands around the outside of this breast, and her other one, squeezing and kneading them. They are supple and yielding under your hands, the perfect combination of soft flesh and warm love.

Her hands search down to your waist and push your boxers down. Your penis is already erect and it flops out against her belly. You return the gesture, sliding her panties down her legs. The smell of her wet arousal touches your nose almost instantly.

“I want you inside me,” she whispers, and you feel pre-cum leak from your tip.

“There’s just one other thing,” you say, just as softly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t match you cloth for cloth on this one.”

She pauses and blinks at you, then comes to understand. “M-my leg?”

You nod.

“You’ve left it on every other time we’ve done something intimate. I want all of you, Scoot. I want the real you. Don’t hide yourself from me, you know you don’t have to.”

A smile spreads on her face and she hiccups a little. “I love you, Lickety.”

“I love you too, Scootaloo.”

She sits back and reaches down. It only takes a moment for her to undo the seal on her artificial leg and then she slides it off, revealing the spot where her body simply ends. It never ceases to astound you, how she just doesn’t exist where otherwise she should. Her fingers curl around the top of the cushioning sock covering her leg-stump and she slides it off as well. When it is clear of her skin, she flexes her stump. The end of her leg wiggles strangely.

Looking at her for permission first, you lean down and kiss her knee. She leans back on her elbows and watches you. You take her stump in both hands, caressing the pocked skin where it was so wrongly rent from her. You feel the muscles ripple under your grasp, the smoothness of the end of the nub. You kiss the end of her stump, feel the flesh stop just slightly behind your kiss, where the bone ends. You stroke the underside of her shortened calf, and she lets out a breath.

“Oh, Lickety...”

You place the stump against your mouth, kissing it, licking it softly, and run your hands down her leg. Your fingers curl into her pubes possessively. Soon. You rub her stump against your face, kissing under her knee, and she jerks a little, giggling.

“That tickles!”

You smile in apology and then kiss her stump once more, sucking on the end. She lets out a little moan and with your right hand you stroke over her pussy lips. Your hand comes away wet. You’ve taken it slow enough.

“Are you ready, babe?”

“Only if you are.”

You are. You release her leg, smile as the knee works the stump, curls it under her thigh, and then you lay her down on the sleeping bag she thought to bring for cushioning.

“Did you bring it?” she asks you. You’d almost forgotten.

“Yeah.”

You reach backward, not looking terribly studly, and fish around in your rucksack. You produce a pair of foil and plastic packages, small ones, and hold them up.

“Let me put one on you,” she says, and your cock stands at attention. She tears the package and lifts out the little rubber ring, studying it with idly curiosity. Then she blows into one end of it gently. The tip flares, inflates to show off its purpose, and she leans forward. She strokes your cock with one hand, your full length, and then places the condom on the tip. With a careful hand, she unrolls it over your shaft, and then lays back.

“I’m ready, lover.”

That word “lover” sends a shiver up your spine.

“I’ll be gentle.” you promise.

You rise up over her, press your body against hers, and kind of completely miss on your first pass, hitting the inside of her thigh instead. With a soft laugh, she reaches down, takes your dick gently in her fingers, and guides the tip to her opening. You press your hips forward and then you’re in paradise.

The sensation is dulled a bit because of the latex but you feel her all around you. You’re inside her! Your dick is in a girl! This is maybe the best moment of your life. Best of all, the girl loves you (she just said so, after all) and you love her, so it’s pretty likely you’re going to be doing this again at some point. But there’s no time to think about that right now.

She gasps a little bit, like a soft moan of anguish, as you push all the way inside her. You look down at her with concern but she smiles up at you, and then you realize what happened.

“Did I just...”

She nods. “Yeah. Kinda surprised I didn’t do it on my own first, considering how rough I am but I’m glad you did it.”

You cannot help but smile. And then you get to work.

She moans and moves beneath you as you slide in and out of her, as gently as you can. You don’t want to blow your load all at once, you want this to last. She leans up and you take her in your arms, lifting her off the ground slightly. Her legs wrap around your back and you feel her stump press against your flesh. You figure a soft, slow rhythm is the best thing for both of you and so you try to steady your thrusts as regularly as possible. You both keep your voices low, because sound does travel and the clubhouse has no real windows, but the soft ‘oohs’ and ‘aah’s below you are so adorable.

You’re so very happy to be making love to Scootaloo.

“Oh Lickety, you feel so good inside me!”

Her breasts bounce and sway as you thrust against her. They are hypnotic. The orbs make little circles on her chest, and you lean down to kiss one nipple gently. You swirl your tongue around it and she gasps and moans. Meanwhile, the muscles of her insides contract and squeeze against your cock, and there’s no way you can not feel that through the condom. Its slickness helps you maintain your rhythm. She squeezes you with all three and a half limbs.

“Yes,” she breathes, “Lickety, yes!”

You feel it suddenly. A pressure between your balls and the base of your cock. You want to hold back, but it’s very difficult. You want to come with your lady fair. But at this rate that’s probably unlikely to happen.

“I-I’m coming, Scoot...”

“Yes!” She reaches up and embraces you tightly against her, breasts pressing to your chest with their hard nipples erect. “Yes, come inside me!”

You’ve never heard anything sexier from a girl before. With a grunt and a loud groan of pleasure, you come hard, twice, then three times, and feel the hot seed collect around your dick inside the condom. You all of a sudden feel very tired, and you slump over Scootaloo.

She hits you in the side. “No, you dummy, get off!”

“What?”

“Don’t let any get inside me! Take it off and put the other one on!”

You do as bidden, numbly sliding out of her with a wet pop. You start peeling the condom off your quickly receding erection, only to realize that that will make sperm kind of get everywhere. It takes some doing, but you get it off without spilling a drop, and lay it in a plastic bag that you brought them in.

As you get the second one ready, you glance to Scootaloo. She’s very feverishly rubbing her clit with one hand, her stump of a leg flexing in the air.

“Hurry, Lickety,” she gasps, “I want you to fuck me hard! I want to come with you!”

You look down. Shit. Your dick is mostly limp at this point.

“Hang on,” you say, trying to hide your ineffectiveness. Scoot moans as she pleasures herself, and you realize you’ve never seen her do that before. It’s really hot.

You focus on this new hotness, trying to will your cock back into life. You shake it a little, rub it, tug on it. Nothing. There’s no way you’re getting out of this.

“I... I can’t get it back up.”

“Shit.” Scootaloo rolls up into a sitting position, one hand still between her legs, and puts her other hand on your penis. Without another word, she lowers her head over it and begins sucking your juices off of it. The tip of her tongue flicks under the tip of your cock, and you start to feel things moving. But it’s not enough.

“I have an idea,” you say. “Lay back again, just real quick.”

She looks at you funny but she does so and keeps fingering herself. You grasp her leg gently in your hand and begin to rub your cock against the end of her stump. The flesh there is not quite as yielding as inside of her, but it feels completely different against your meat. In no time, you’re fucking her leg stump, and this is what finally gets you hard enough to continue. She gasps in pleasure, then sees that you’re ready.

“Hurry, get the condom on!”

You oblige her and do so. You want to be back inside of her. There is no way you’re going to let this girl down.

She pushes you over and climbs on top of you, and stops masturbating just long enough so that she can guide your cock into her pussy. That close warmth slides over you and once more you are within her treasured folds, only this time she is on top. Her mammoth breasts sway tantalizingly above you as she grinds her hips against yours fiercely.

“Yes, Lickety, yes! Fuck me hard!”

You’re not letting this girl down. It’s awkward, but you buck your hips upward every time she thrusts downward, and soon you’ve both gotten into a heavy rhythm. You’re panting hard. Her nails dig into your chest. She leans down over you and presses her lips to yours, and you respond by wrapping your arms around her back and holding her tightly to you. Her tongue slides over yours, and you more bite at each others’ faces than kiss, desperate to experience every inch of each other. Her hard nipples press against your chest. You find that by angling your hips upward just a bit, you can really get to work on her pussy.

You give Scootaloo the pounding of her life. She gasps and writhes and moans, gripping your shoulders almost painfully.

“Yes, yes! Fuck yes, oh don’t stop!”

She clings to you, crying out your name, and you fuck the living hell out of her. This feels incredible. It’s like you were made to do this. Even with the condom, you’ve never felt closer to her, and every sensation of love that you feel toward her only makes you horny. The hornier you get, the harder you thrust.

“Oh, yes, Lickety! I’m gonna... I’m gonna c--Aah!”

She lets out a piercing cry and you feel her inner walls contract and spasm around your cock. The extra action lets loose your own floodgates, and the two of you come together.

You are immediately exhausted, and it seems she is too, for she flops over top of you, her breasts squishing against your chest, and you both just lie there for a long while, catching your breaths. You keep one arm around her only because you can’t really move to move it, but it feels so good, having her so close. Plus you’re still inside her, even if you’re getting limp again. Who cares though.

“We...” she pants. “We need to do this more often...”

You don’t hesitate to agree. “Yeah...”

She yawns, which you think is adorable, and snuggles against you.

“Hey, it’s kinda chilly, don’t you think?” you ask.

“Mm, I’ve got you,” she murmurs. It looks like she might fall asleep.

With one foot, you reach out and drag the sleeping bag over. She gets up long enough to let you open it and climb in (and take off the condom), then she snuggles back up to you and closes her eyes. Her hand strays to your dick, which remains inert, and you rest your hand on her breast, which is still warm and soft.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re expecting something bad to happen right about now. Someone will come in, surely, and see the two of you naked together in the clubhouse. But it doesn’t happen. It’s peaceful out here, there’s no one around. The orchard sounds fill your ears and you find yourself drifting off to sleep, the girl of your dreams cuddled up close beside you, nice and warm and safe.

Six is a Family

(A/N: I did not expect to write this story. When I wrote A Date With Scootaloo my plan was to have four stories, but then Three’s a Crowd came to my idea, and then this one did later. I think it is a nice way to end this serie and I hope you all enjoy it

I Am Not A Proud Pony

But This One I Can Be Proud Of)

Six is a Family
By NotProud
My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic and all non-original characters are owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust. No copyright infringement is intended. If you paid money to read this, please report whomever you paid to the law enforcement of your country!

You are with Sweetie Belle in the Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse, upstairs, in her bed, naked, and fucking like rabbits. She is so much smaller than you, like she never really grew up. Her small breasts are neatly cupped by your hand, though you haven’t touched them. She’s somewhat tight, because she is so small, and feels amazing. She is on her back, hands up above her head, eyes squeezed closed and obviously biting back exclamations of pleasure.

This is no fun at all.

Then again, when you and Scootaloo agreed to this, to work off your long-standing sexual tensions with Sweetie (most of which came from Sweetie herself, years ago when you and Scootaloo were still just kids who were dating) as well as to give Sweetie and her wife Apple Bloom the baby they so dearly wanted, you sort of made yourself a promise that wouldn’t enjoy it. Yes, she feels amazing. Yes, she’s obviously made that same kind of promise to herself. Neither of you are being unfaithful because you were given permission to do this, but it doesn’t help that you are both friends and haven’t considered each other available for years. Of course, you leapt at the opportunity to help out your closest friends when they said they would rather have someone they care about and trust do the deed, but the fact is, you’re married to Scootaloo, and you’re fucking Sweetie Belle.

“I’m coming,” you whisper, and Sweetie nods. You flood her insides with your seed, and she relaxes.

“Just stay like this for a few minutes,” she murmurs. “So it has the best chance of working.” That’s why you’re doing it missionary style, after all. She lifts her hips so that all your fertile sperm rushes inside her womb. Hopefully it will be enough.

Scootaloo had been difficult to convince that this whole thing was a good idea. On the one hand, she loved Sweetie and Apple Bloom just as you did and she wanted them to be happy. On the other, it meant you fucking her friend. Sweetie had insisted on it, which had made Scootaloo anxious.

“If it doesn’t work, we can try the artificial way,” she said. “I just want to have everything work as it should, if this is going to be done right.”

When Scoot finally gave in, she seemed to be really excited about the whole deal. After all, you and she had talked, and she had said that she didn’t really want to have kids herself, which was fine by you. But she picked up on the fact that maybe you did, and so she felt that this would be a way for you to have a child, even if you weren’t going to raise it. That, you think, is what really sold her on the idea.

“Just don’t go falling in love with my best friend,” she told you, poking you in the chest.

You had laughed, and held her closed, and kissed her. “There’s no chance of that,” you told her, and then pinched her bum. She shrieked and slapped you on the ass and said you were terrible, then laughed.

Thinking about it now, you realize that yeah, no matter where your dick might be right now, your heart is with the woman you married. The thought brings a smile to your face.

“What are you thinking about?” Sweetie asks and snaps your attention back to her.

You consider dodging the question for a moment, then smile. “Just how lucky I am to have you guys as my friends.”

She blushes a little, which is adorable, and begins chewing on her lower lip.

“Hey Lickety?”

“Yeah?”

“You want to try for round two? I mean, just to make extra sure, right? And, uh... I didn’t come, so...”

You give her a mock stern expression. “Well, I dunno... We’re not supposed to be enjoying ourselves, after all...”

She snorts. “Hey, you got to! Besides, it’s not like we’re ever doing this again, right?”

“Right,” you answer without hesitation.

“So let’s live it up a little. First time was for reals, now we have practice. Afterward. I guess.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Fine. What are friends for, anyway?”

She scoots up off your dick and repositions herself, taking it in one soft, delicate hand and stroking its length. With her other hand, she cups your balls and gives them a gentle squeeze, and things start reacting. Sweetie Belle pulls your cock into her mouth, sucking on it fiercely as it stands erect, and she bobs her head over it a few times to make sure it’s good and hard. The previous time, just seeing her get naked had been enough to make you hard, but now you’re thankful for the help.

“Ready?” she asks, looking up at you.

“How d’you want to do this?”

In reply, she turns around, on all fours, and wiggles her pert little ass at you.

“Right back inside, cowboy,” she giggles. The dumb line makes you groan, but you’re eager to oblige her request. Placing your hands on her hips, you position yourself and then enter her tight little pussy again. She lets out a cute soft gasp and pushes back against you, and your hips meet with a soft slap.

She still feels good. You start up a rhythm, and don’t bother to go slow, and with every pound against her tight little ass, she moans, “Yeah” and “Yes!” You lean over her, reaching around to tug at one of her breasts, and she hisses between clenched teeth. They’re almost impossibly soft, firm but small, and her nipples are hard against your palm. You give her a squeeze and her head lowers with a moan. You can feel her tensing up inside, around you length.

“Give it to me, Licky,” she gasps and you feel like it’s only proper that you do. You speed up even more, soft wet sounds emerging where you are joined together in passion. She’s really gotten into it, rocking back against you with her ass up in the air and biting at the sheets where her head is pressed against them. You grasp around her abdomen and pound the living hell out of her pussy.

“Don’t stop!” she moans. “I’m almost there!”

You are too, but you bite your lip and hold back, willing to get your friend off at any cost. She cries out and you pound against her hard enough to start pushing her forward bit by bit across the bed. She grabs onto the mattress with one hand and reaches back with other, grabbing hold of your shoulder awkwardly.

“Yes!” she cries and you feel her spasm over your cock. “Fill me up, Lickety!”

You let go of your self control and come hard inside her for a second time. Your hips buck and hers buck right back as you orgasm together, the bed jostling and bumping against the floor.

From below, there’s a pounding on the floor and you can hear a muffled voice yell, “Consarnit, y’all ain’t s’posed to be havin’ fun!”

You fall backward and start laughing, and Sweetie collapses on her front, laughing as well. You look at each other, and just to make things even more awkward, you high-five.

That’s what friends are for.

That night when you get home to your house Scootaloo is there waiting for you and looking worried.

“So, uh,” she says and looks obviously embarrassed and confused about the situation. “I want to ask how it was, but that seems kind of... wrong?”

You take your wife into your arms and kiss her gently. She doesn’t resist, but neither is she very responsive.

“It was weird,” you say honestly. “And we made Apple Bloom mad.”

She snorts and smiles a little.

“And I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you continue, and kiss her again. Her eyes go wide and this time she responds, then pushes you back a little.

“Really?”

“Really. My heart is here.” You press your hand against her chest, and she puts her hand over it, smiling at you.

“In that case,” she says, lowering her voice to a whisper, “I wish your cock,” she reaches down and squeezes your crotch, “was here.” She brings your hand up and places it on her own crotch.

You would have thought that after all that time spent with Sweetie you’d be tired, or at least not up for any more sex, but you’re immediately fired up and your erection presses against your pants. Scootaloo notices and grins devilishly, then kisses you roughly and moans into your ear.

“Mmm, fuck me right here, Licky.”

That’s all the inviting you need to all but rip her pants off, and yours too. Nipping at her neck, you press her up against the wall of your living room and she spreads her legs for you. You fumble with your zipper with one hand and don’t even bother to get your pants completely down before you penetrate her.

She knows just how to play you, moaning and growling and biting at your ears so that you are filled with carnal lust. Her insides are wet and inviting and almost as tight as the day you first fucked.

She gasps and hisses in your ear, playing with her fingernails over the back of your neck. It tingles and tickles and you buck furiously against her. You hear your name repeated over and over as you slam your wife into the wall, her pert ass bouncing off and just making you want to do it again. Her insides squeeze and milk your cock. You lock your lips to hers and with a muffled shout, you both come at the same time.

It takes a few moments for you to recover enough to let her down, not that she seems eager to go anywhere at the moment.

“That was damn good,” she breathes. “I’ll never doubt you again.”

“I forgive you,” you reply, your voice swaying drunkenly. “I’m gonna take a nap now.”

She giggles and slaps you on the ass. “Go on, stud. You’ve earned it.”

*****

And life goes on. After a month, you all get together to celebrate Sweetie Belle’s pregnancy. Apple Bloom gives you a glare and a smirk, then hugs you. After all, having this child was her wish, too. She only gives you a hard time about it because she cares.

As the months progress, Sweetie grows rounder, and her breasts fill out. She even sends you a thank-you gift and addresses it to “The Wondrous Giver of Boobs”.

“Seems like she’s really enjoying pregnancy,” Scootaloo remarks, eyebrows raised as she looks at the card. Before you can open your mouth, she retorts, “No, that doesn’t means I would. I do not need bigger boobs!”

You smile. Everyone’s getting their wish, so it’s okay.

You spend time with old friends, Rumble and his new husband Pip. They met not long after Rumble found out Luke had been sleeping around on him. Ever since, they’d become fast friends and then eventually got married not that long ago.

The three of you meet up sometimes to play a little football and just talk about what’s been going on in your lives. This time, of course, you have the news of the pregnancy to deliver.

“Whew!” Rumble whistles. “Makin’ babies, huh?”

“Sounds scary,” said Pip. “Raising a kid’s a lot of responsibility, eh?”

You chuckle. “Not like I’ll know. I get to leave that to the girls. They promised that whether it’s a boy or girl, it’ll know I’m its biological father anyway.”

“Sounds like a sacrifice,” Rumble says, kicking the ball into the goal. “I mean, you do actually want kids, don’t you?”

You shrug. “Scoot’s never been keen on the idea. So if I did, well, I got to sow my oats at least, as they say. That works for me.”

“I thought you said I was all the kid you need, Rum,” Pip says, bouncing the ball on his head.

“Well actually...” Rumble grins at his other, who pauses then gives him a shocked look.

“Don’t even joke!”

“Not joking.”

You look between them and say, “Sorry, I’m not having sex with either one of you.”

They burst into laughter, shaking their heads.

“Maybe we can adopt some day or something.” Rumble laughs some more and catches the ball against his chest when Pip throws it to him. “Just keep an open mind, sweetie, huh?”

“You have no idea what you’re in for..”

You spend the rest of the afternoon getting muddy and sweaty.

And life continues. Your job at the ice cream parlor is going well. Scootaloo works with disabled kids, giving them physical therapy, and she always comes home with uplifting stories of some kid learning to walk again after a terrible accident. It’s a good life, and other than Sweetie’s growing stomach, thoughts of the baby are mostly left to others.

Halfway through her pregnancy, Sweetie gives you the news from a checkup: it’s twins. She makes a joke about how you maybe should have stopped after the first one after all, but you’re too shocked to laugh.

“Can you two raise two kids?” is all you can think to ask.

“Umm...” Sweetie doesn’t appear to have considered that. “I’ll have to talk it over with Apple Bloom. But I’m not worried. We still have a few months to go, after all!”

So you don’t worry either, until you get the phone call, eight months along, from Apple Bloom who is nearly in tears.

“Sweetie’s in the hospital. The doc says there’s... complications with the pregnancy.”

You and Scootaloo drive out immediately, even though it is fairly late at night, to see her. Doctor Stable, a kind if weary doctor, greets you.

“As the biological father, Apple Bloom asked that you be here.” He takes off his glasses and pinches his nose. “The fact is, Ms. Belle is simply too slight to be able to carry twins to term.”

Your heart sinks. All that work for nothing? Apple Bloom and Sweetie had been so hopeful. You suddenly realize, you really want her to have these children. Maybe you do want kids after all.

The doctor continues. “We are exploring options for Cesarian section, but regardless of what we do it will be a risk. Both for her and the babies.”

You spend the next few days with the feeling of a hole in your stomach. You cruise through life like a zombie, just doing things without thinking about them. The only break comes during a stop to a bar, a bad habit that you’re swearing is only going to be a one-time thing, where you see Pipsqueak, drinking alone.

Without even meaning to, you pour out your troubles to him over hard liquor, and he nods and listens intently. When you’re done, and feeling incredibly drunk, he takes your hand and squeezes it.

“I’ll let Rummy know,” is all he says. You really have no idea what he means by that, even when you’re sober again.

*****

You get the news that they performed a C-section and Sweetie Belle has given birth to a boy and a girl. But she’s on life support.

At the hospital again, you see here there on the bed, looking tinier than ever before. A lot of wires are hooked up between her and beeping machines. In the cold white starkness, you think they look like puppet strings, as though she needs someone else to hold her up. You leave Scootaloo there and go down to the maternity ward. You don’t ask anyone for help, because you’re not sure you can stand to talk to anyone right now, but you think you see them in the new babies area, encased in plastic tubes and also looking tiny and fragile.

They aren’t yours, not really. But that doesn’t mean they won’t know you, not if you have anything to say about it. A fire burns in your heart and you clench your fist. These kids aren’t going to grow up without parents, no matter what happens.

You wander back into the ICU. Scootaloo jumps up the moment you enter Sweetie’s room and wraps her arms around you. You can feel her shaking, and realize she’s crying into your chest. This breaks something inside you and you just hold her, crying as well.

*****

Weeks run by of testing and observation. It seems like years. The babies are given a clean bill of health before their mother is. And then, one day, when you, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, Rumble and Pipsqueak are there together, Sweetie Belle opens her eyes.

“Apple... Bloom...” is all she can say. It’s very soft and weak. Actually, if she hadn’t said it, no one would have noticed, because you were all looking down and feeling sad.

Apple Bloom lets out a whoop of joy, looking like she wants to hug her wife but then stopping short, thinking about all the pain and trouble she’d been through. She didn’t want to hurt Sweetie Belle more. So she just leans down and kisses her on the cheek.

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” she says with tears in her eyes.

Doctors are called and you all give your well-wishing to Sweetie as they check up on her.

“She’s in the clear,” Doctor Stable says with a smile. “She’ll need lots of rest to recover, of course, but she should be good to go home now with the babies.”

“The babies!” Sweetie almost sits up, but is held back by a nurse.

“They’re just fine, Mrs. Apple,” says the Doctor. “You’ll be seeing them soon, I promise.”

He then leaves you all to fill Sweetie in on what’s been happening. She mostly is concerned about the children, which is good, but also about what Apple Bloom thinks about having two when they’d only planned on one.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” is all Apple Bloom says.

“About that,” Rumble pipes up. “We’ve, uh...”

You notice that Pipsqueak reaches over and squeezes his hand. Rumble clears his throat and continues.

“We’ve been talking with Apple Bloom, and brought up the idea that maybe we could adopt one of them. That way you don’t have the financial burden, but your kids will grow up knowing each other too.”

Sweetie looks calm for a moment. Then she smiles.

*****

It’s a lovely day to be out in the park. You made a picnic lunch for yourself and Scootaloo, and you’re under a tree, trying to keep the ants out of your food and laughing about it. Atop a hill a small distance away, you can see Rumble holding his arms out, gesturing to himself encouragingly as a toddler releases his grip on Pipsqueak’s hand and runs, giggling gleefully, over to him.

“Sorry we’re late, y’all,” says a voice behind you.

You turn to look. Apple Bloom, dressed in overalls, stands next to Sweetie Belle, in a breezy sun gown, who is carrying their daughter.

“Someone was bein’ fussy,” Apple Bloom explains. The look she gives makes you unsure whether she means the child or her wife.

“How are you both doing today?” Sweetie asks, taking the seat Scootaloo offers her on the blanket and setting her child in her lap. You look over the soft blond curls. She is sleeping.

Your daughter. You’ve decided that, once they’re old enough, they’ll be told about you, and then they can decide how they want to treat you. Until then, you’re all just one big family.

You can hear squeals of delight as Rumble captures his child, your son, and dangles him upside-down while Pipsqueak fusses over the dangerous activity. You lean back against the tree.

“We’re fine,” you say calmly, and smile. “We’re all just fine indeed.”