Her rampant slutting around the Friendship School's dorm aside—she had now fucked all but two of the colts in the school, and neither of them appeared to have any interest in fillies—Patty Peppermint was also a top student, and sitting fourth in the grade standings. She spent a large fraction of her waking time sitting at her desk, studying her lessons, and dripping two or three different colts' mixed cum from her asshole into a folded towel that protected the chair.
The story she told herself was that fucking constantly was stress relief and helped her maintain her excellent grades. It might even have been true.
As a courtesy to her roommate, Summer Breeze, she also did her laundry quite often, washing the cummy towels daily, even though Summer was on the buckball team and generally smelled pretty bad herself from exercise sweat or her coltfriend Huckleberry's cum.
(Patty had, of course, twice taken Huckleberry up the ass, cucking Summer Breeze on her own bed. If Summer would just learn to buttfuck, that sort of thing wouldn't happen, so it was clearly her fault. Summer and Huckleberry had tried to get Patty to join them in a threesome, but Patty had zero interest in pussy and kept her group sex penis-centered. Her personal record was taking five dicks simultaneously: two in the pussy, two in the mouth, one in the ass.)
Patty stretched and yawned. It was almost nine o'clock, and a beautiful Saturday morning outside her window called to her. She had woken up at five and gone straight to the books, studying and organizing her notes.
Fucking Rainbow Candence-damned Dash. Her classes were incoherent, unorganized, and barely literate. Figuring out the notes and predicting the test questions was almost impossible. Patty was organized, meticulous, pedantic, and Dash's stream of consciousness style drove her insane. It stressed her terribly.
Town. She needed to take a break in town. Jog to Sugarcube Corner. Go the long way, around town, not through town. Get some exercise. Get her blood pumping. Get a banana nut cranberry muffin (yes, Patty ate lots of cranberry, thank you very much) and an espresso and head back to the dorm and hit the books again.
And who knew? Maybe one of those two guys from the school she hadn't yet checked off her very organized list would be in town. A filly never knew.
xXx
Patty stood in line at Sugarcube Corner, sweating heavily from her run.
"What happened to you?" said a voice behind her.
She turned around and saw a colt who looked to be two or four years younger than her. Small, about the size of Cozy Glow, but... kinda cute. In a kid-brother way. Of course, Patty was adopted and didn't have a brother, kid or otherwise.
That would make the next part less squicky, she thought, making her decision based on the adorable purple tint of his irises.
"I went for a run," she said.
He made an offended pbfftpbbbbt sound. "You're a pegasus. Since when do we run?"
She turned away from him and shimmied her hips. "Since we want toned, sexy butts. Too bad you just talked yourself out of any."
"Huh?"
She ignored him and stepped forward to the counter. "Hi! Cranberry banana nut muffin and an espresso, please."
"Of course, Patty, dearest," said Mrs. Cake.
Patty paid and carried her order to a table outside. The sun was bright, the weather fair, and she munched on the muffin and sipped her espresso. She sat with her back strategically to Sugarcube Corner, knowing that any second now...
"I thought I wasn't pegasus enough for you," she said, guessing the colt was just about due.
"Ah—" he said, shocked at her apparent eyes-in-the-back-of-her-head demonstration.
"I bet I could run you into the ground," Patty said.
"I can outfly anypony in town... except my brother or Dash."
"Have a seat, boast-boy," Patty said.
He walked around her and sat on the bench opposite her. He pulled a donut and a jug of apple juice from a Sugarcube Corner bag.
"I can fly perfectly well," Patty said, flexing her wings. "But running is also good cardio, and it keeps my legs... trim."
He nodded. "I'm Rumble."
Got him! "I'm Patty."
"You're at the Friendship School?" Rumble asked.
"Yes. Ponyville local?"
"Yeah."
"You're a strong flier?" Patty said, flaring her wings again.
He stared at her flanks. "My brother is a Wonderbolt. I will be, too."
Patty—who had grown up in Cloudsdale—processed that. The only Wonderbolt stallion in Ponyville was Thunderlane. Patty had tried to seduce him a few months back, but he was too smart to risk putting his dick into jailbait. "I've watched Thunderlane perform," she said. With a wicked grin: "He's good, but he's no Rainbow Dash."
Rumble surged up, standing on the bench and leaning over the picnic table. "My brother is the best Wonderbolt!"
"Prove it," Patty said.
xXx
"Here's my room," Rumble said, opening the door and letting Patty in. "My Wonderbolt books are all on the shelf by the window."
Patty stepped in and looked around. The room was small, cramped, a little smaller than her dorm room, but on the other hoof, he didn't have a roommate. Wonderbolts posters adorned every available bit of wall space and Wonderbolt action figures hung from the ceiling by fine fishing lines, arranged into a precise Delta formation.
Thunderlane's action figure was in the lead, however, Spitfire's nowhere to be seen. Patty just smiled and didn't mention the inaccuracy.
"Lots of Rainbow Dash posters," Patty teased. "You seem to think she is the best 'Bolt."
Rumble snorted. "My brother keeps giving me those."
One of the posters showed Dash's ass, tight spandex flight suit hugging her curves, Dash looking over her left shoulder with bedroom eyes at the camera, tail flicked up and right. Patty turned her rump to Rumble and adopted the same pose. "Do I look like Dash?"
Rumble looked from his bookshelf to Patty and squeaked. Patty, of course, wasn't wearing a flight suit and with her tail up, she exposed her dripping pussy and tight anus to Rumble. He looked away, his face blushing.
Patty stared at him, disappointed that she hadn't given him an erection. Was he gay? Or just not interested in her?
"Here," Rumble said, dropping a book on his bed and showing her a dense table of tiny numbers. "Here, I can prove Thunderlane is the best 'Bolt—"
"Where is he, anyway?"
Rumble looked up from the book and blinked. "Baltimare, they're doing a show this weekend."
"Oh, yeah, Ms. Starlight substituted for Professor Dash's class yesterday because of that."
Rumble started babbling about airspeed, radii of curvature, and climb rates. Patty understood him. She had attended Cloudsdale Public Schools' most selective magnet school before transferring to the Friendship School. She knew aeronautics well, certainly better than this kid, the product of an earth pony town's one-room schoolhouse. But she didn't really care about Thunderlane's statistics.
"Where are your parents?" Patty asked.
"Oh," Rumble said with a frown. "Canterlot. My dad took my mom on the train this morning."
"Pegasi take the train?"
"Mom is at Canterlot Hospital for her treatments today. She's too weak to fly."
"So we're alone?"
"Yeah," Rumble said, turning the page in his book.
Patty leaned in and kissed him.
"Ew!" Rumble shouted, pulling away. "Ew, you kissed me."
Patty swept the book off the bed and kissed him again. Rumble shouted and hopped up on the bed, backing away. "Ew! You're a girl!"
Patty wagged her tail. Her pussy was getting hot and seemed like it might catch on fire. "Would you rather kiss a colt?"
"No, I don't want to kiss anypony!"
Patty hopped onto the bed. Rumble retreated, backing up, until he bumped into the wall. "I'd like you to leave."
"What?" Patty said surprisedly. "I just got here!"
Rumble pointed a hoof at the door to his room. "I asked you here to talk Wonderbolts. Not for you to kiss me! Yuck."
Patty frowned. "I came here to get fucked."
Rumble went pale. "What? No! I'm not... not having sex with you!"
"Yes you are, you little tease!" Patty said angrily.
The colt's wings flared and he flew toward the door. The teenage filly, much larger than him, stronger, older, with the muscles of puberty and reflexes from school athletics, easily snatched the colt from the air and slammed him onto the bed.
He gasped and struggled but she caught his hips under her hips and kneeled on his small wings. Her front hooves pinned his front legs to the mattress, like a wrestler making a pin.
"No no no no no stop!" Rumble said, desperately, his voice rising.
Patty smiled. "It'll be fun, just relax."
Rumble struggled under her, squirming and fighting. Patty closed her eyes and moved her hips, finding his sheath with her pussy. He was still soft, but she was getting wet. She started scraping her pussy forward and backwards on his sheath in time with his struggles. Her strokes were long, her anus and pussy dragging over his ballsack when she moved backwards and then her pussy dragging up his sheath to his belly as she scraped forward.
"What-what-what-" Rumble whispered, his voice weak and thick with tears he tried not to shed.
"I'm making you hard," Patty said. Her pussy dripped, absolutely soaking, and she pressed down harder on him, all her weight on his crotch as she soaked his fur and made him slick.
There was a tiny twitch in his sheath. She felt it with her clit.
"Ah, there you are," Patty said seductively. "You're starting to warm up to me now."
"No!" Rumble shouted, and got one front leg free. He punched Patty in the chest with it, but she just grunted and caught him again, pinning the leg down once more.
Slowly, slowly, Patty felt his sheath filling. She rubbed her anus against his ballsack. The tiny balls rolled back and forth against her and her nose detected some of Gallus's scent from the night before leaking from her butt.
Patty looked down. A tiny pink glans was just peeking from Rumble's sheath. "See? You want it."
"No! Please stop!"
She dragged her hips forward and rubbed her soft labia and sopping opening against his tip. He hardened faster with the direct stimulation. Soon, his entire dick was out of his sheath, soaked with her juices, and throbbing and ready to fuck.
It promised to be the smallest dick she ever had, but that was okay. She was horny enough it would do.
"Here, watch this," she said. Although her specialty was anal, she knew how to work her front end. She leaned down, pulled her hips forward, and scooped his erection up into her opening with a single movement of her hips.
Rumble started sobbing.
"Oh, don't be that way," Patty said. "It's gotta feel good. I'm wet and hot and you're hard."
"Just... just stop and I won't tell anyone," Rumble gasped. "You won't get into trouble."
Patty laughed. "You invited me to your room while your parents were out. Witnesses saw that."
She started pumping. With his dick captured in her vag, she drove her hips up and down. His erection drove in and out of her as her hips worked. It wasn't great, really, since he was small, but Patty was an expert at making her own pleasure. She ground her clit against his tummy with every thrust and his ballsack—now firm and tight—tapped her anus on every downstroke.
He got harder as she pumped, and she got wetter. She felt her climax building and then it washed across her. She screamed and dropped her hips down. All her weight was on his hips, and she started scraping her clit hard against the fur of his stomach as her climax rocked her.
Just as it passed, Rumble said "Aaaah!" His wings flicked under her weight. New wetness dripped out around his dick and soaked her labia and his fur. She smelled cum.
Patty opened her eyes, smiled, and booped his nose. "Thanks! That was good."
She stood up and hopped off the bed. She raised one leg and her tail and let the tiny drop of colt cum dribble out, onto the hardwood floor of his room. "Hey, Rumble? You're gonna be a big, strong stallion soon. I'd like to see you again. We can judge how much your dick grows by how well you fill me."
He rolled over on his side, back to her, and sobbed. "I'll... I'll... I'll tell Thunderlane. He'll believe me. I'll ask him to rape you and let me watch."
"Fine, be a crybaby," Patty said sourly. She left the room and the house, and flew back to school.
