Where No Pony Has Gone Before
It was a clear sunny day in Equestria, a light breeze swept through the hills, ruffling the mane of an orange pegasus filly as she stood on a hilltop near the outskirts of Ponyville.
“Scooter, check! Suuuper slippery suit, check! Wind goggles, check!” Scootaloo rattled off, inspecting each item and lowering the goggles over her eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. Just one more thing…
“Ready girls?” She asked, turning to look back at the two fillies standing nearby, a white unicorn, and a yellow earth pony. “Sure are!” Applebloom exclaimed, turning to Sweetie Belle, who squinted, biting her tongue as her horn lit with a green glow. An identical glow surrounded a large barrel that sat between the two of them, and with a grunt of effort it wobbled slightly before lifting into the air and floating over to Scootaloo. “Ergh, little help?” Groaned Sweetie Belle, sweat starting to run down her face.
Quickly, Applebloom ran up, getting under the barrel and giving it a hard buck with her shoulders, upending it and spilling the contents over Scootaloo.
Scootaloo shivered a she was drenched from head to hoof with slick olive oil, soaking her mane and tail, causing them to lay flat to her body. The viscous fluid also lit up the tight suit with a bright sheen, reflecting the sun and forcing her friends to squint.
“Are ya really sure this is going to help?” Applebloom asked quizzically with a tilt of her head. “Absolutely!” Scootaloo replied, flashing a smile. “With how slick this stuff is, and the suit to keep the wind outta my fur, I’ll go faster than I ever have before!”
With that Scootaloo kicked a hoof against the ground, which almost slipped out from under her with a ‘squelch’ as she rolled forward. “Whoa, almost too slick.” She thought to herself as she coasted to a stop at the edge of an enormous hill. Before her a packed dirt path abruptly steepened, winding its way down at a sharp angle before disappearing into a distant apple orchard. “I may never be a great flier like Rainbow Dash, but just maybe I can be the fastest pony on the ground!” She thought to herself, before kicking off again, sending the scooter rocketing over the edge.
The wind rushed in her ears. What started as a dull rumble from the wheels shifted to a low buzz, slowly rising to a high pitched whine as she accelerated. Her teeth chattered as one of the wheels skidded over a pebble, causing her to flail one hoof briefly as she almost lost control before stubbornly wrestling it back. “Maybe I shouldn’t have covered my wings…” she groaned as she shot over another pebble, causing her to wince.
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Big Macintosh hummed to himself as he trotted through the orchard. With all his chores done early, the large red stallion had opted to go for a light trot around the outskirts of the apple farm. As he threaded his way through the trees, every so often he would stop to collect a downed branch and add it to a growing pile on his back. Okay, it was still a chore, but it was an easy enough job, that he considered it a break.
After a while, Big Mac came to the edge of a path. Looking along it, he noticed a particularly large branch that had fallen across it. Walking up he gave it a nudge. Nope. It appeared to still be partly attached to a nearby tree, and wasn’t going to be easy to move. Sighing, he bucked the small pile of sticks off his back, and bent down to grip it in his teeth, lifting his hips in the air so he could put his full strength into ripping it free.
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Scootaloo was on the verge of panicking. She was barely in control, going so fast that everything seemed to rush past her in a blur. It was terrifying, it was exhilarating, it…was…awesome! She was so caught up in her excitement that she barely noticed that there was something on the path ahead of her. There was someone on the path! She had to slow down, there was no way she would be able to turn at this speed. Quickly she slammed both of her rear legs to the ground. It was working, she was losing speed, she just had to…
One of the front wheels caught a pebble, and before she could form another thought she was vaulted over the handlebars. Throwing her forelegs in front of her face as she flipped end over end, the last thing she saw was a red blur rising up to greet her before her vision turned to blackness.
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As Big Mac tensed up, getting ready to give the branch a firm tug, something suddenly slammed into his rear, shoving him forward and slamming his head into the branch. His vision blurred and he saw two branches swimming on the path in front of him mockingly. “Oh yah think I can’t get ya if you gang up on me huh?” He groaned at the branches, before slumping to the ground.
When he came to, everything hurt. His head was pounding, and his rear felt like it had gotten on the wrong end of Applejack during applebucking season. Strangely it seemed to be centered on his puckered hole as it throbbed painfully, and once or twice he swore he could feel something moving deep in his bowels. He had to be hallucinating, heck, he could barely think straight as he stumbled to his hooves, his vision slowly starting to clear as he swallowed down a wave of nausea. He stood there for a moment, before slowly walking over to the side of the path and very gingerly sitting down in the shade of an apple tree.
He wasn’t sitting for very long before he heard the rapid clopping of small hooves, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom came running down the path toward him.
“Hey big brother, have yah seen Scootaloo anywhere around here?” Applebloom asked, wheeling a scooter along beside her. “We found her scooter a little ways back, but there’s no sign of her, and we’re starting to get awfully worried.” Big Mac rubbed his head for a moment before bluntly replying. “Nooope.”
“Oh…” Applebloom replied, looking down and flattening her ears to her head. “ Could yah help us look for her? She can’t be far.”
“Eeyuup.” Big Mac replied, standing up with a wince.
After a brief huddled conversation the three ponies split up and each picked an area to search. The two fillies trotted off to search the woods on each side of the path, as Big Mac continued down the path at a slow pace.
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When Scootaloo came to, she wasn’t sure if she was even awake at all as she opened her eyes. She was in complete darkness. She tried to move a hoof up to her face to see if she could make it out, but it met some kind of resistance when she tried to bend it, stretching against some kind of soft flexible wall. In fact, she seemed to be completely surrounded by whatever it was as she felt it gently pulse against her face. Wherever she was it was very hot, and as she listened all she could hear were various gurgles, and a constant rhythmic thudding. Breathing was difficult in the confined space, and each breath carried a heavy scent that reminded her of old hay, and damp earth. She tried calling out, but any words seemed to be absorbed by the padded sack around her, if not lost under all that ambient gurgling.
Suddenly, she felt a shift. Nothing seemed to move exactly, but she now felt like she was facing up, rather than on her side. As everything seemed to shift down, she could feel her rear legs pressed against a slightly firmer wall beneath her.
Where was she? She thought, pulling off her goggles, and shoving them out of her way with a huff. ‘Well that didn’t help.’ She thought back, trying to retrace her steps. She had been flying down the hill, saw something in her path, tried to stop, got flung from her scooter, and then…darkness. ‘Nope, that didn’t help either.’
Suddenly gravity seemed to shift again, and she was back on her side. Then the whole world seemed to rock back and forth in a rhythmic motion. The gentle swaying helped her relax and collect her thoughts, and once again she replayed the crash in her mind. She had crashed, that was for sure, but she didn’t feel hurt. At that speed she would have at least gotten a few bruises, so obviously she had landed on something soft. The crash replayed again and time seemed to slow down as she flew towards that red object in the path. No, a pony! She realized as she flew closer. The closer she got, the more detail she was able to make out. They were facing away from her, their front end flat on the ground, and their hindquarters up in the air. Closer, closer. She felt their tail brush her face, and then her vision was dominated by a giant puckered ring. It seemed to wrap around her, tight, but soft at the same time. Her forelegs disappeared, and it seemed to almost give her a gentle kiss on the muzzle, before that too was drawn in along with the rest of her and everything faded to blackness.
She shuddered, and her face went green for a moment, before being replaced by an intense blush. She was in….in somepony’s…somepony’s butt. “EWWWW!” She gagged, her feelings swinging back and forth between embarrassment and disgust. When she was finally able to get herself in check, she realized that if she was inside somepony, then there must be a way for her to get their attention. Desperately she tried to move around as much as possible, shifting her hooves against the soft fleshy walls, and wriggling around as much as she could in her tight prison. Surely they’d feel something…
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As Big Mac walked, his eyes drifting over the hard packed dirt of the path, looking for any sign of where the missing filly might have went, he felt a strange twinge in his gut. As he felt it again, he realized that he felt very bloated, as well a heavy pressure in his backside telling him that he’d need to find a bathroom soon. But just as was thinking about about his need to poop, that strange moving sensation in his backside increased, and started to brush against something inside him, sending a shock through his system and replacing that with a feeling of intense pleasure. Any higher thoughts in his mind were stamped out by this feeling that sent tingles through his hindquarters. As he took another step, he felt something hard slap against his belly, and looked down to see his fully erect member already protruding from its sheath and throbbing with need.
Embarrassed, Big Mac glanced around quickly, before dashing for a nearby bush. Once he was sure he was out of sight, he flipped over onto his back with a thud, and began greedily stroking his shaft with both hooves. After he had hit the ground, something shifted in his rear and sent another spike of bliss through his whole body. Sweet Celesetia it was like nothing he’d felt before! Already droplets of pre dropped from his flared head, and his balls ached for release. Only two…three more strokes and he exploded, a white stream shooting from his tip as he arched his back, flying through the air and taking out an unfortunate bird that had decided to perch too close. Then another, and another, until finally he was spent, lying on his back and panting like a steam train. Eventually his breathing slowed and his eyelids grew heavy, until finally he fell asleep with a big smile on his face.
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‘Well, that didn’t work either.’ Scootaloo groaned. Now she knew what a pinball felt like. Whatever happened, she had completely lost any sense of direction as everything shifted one way, then another. She had slid deeper, then back toward the exit, then it had seemed like there were two heartbeats when a more irregular set of thuds and slaps had joined in. Was it two, or three? Could she hear her own heartbeat in here too? She didn’t even know anymore. All she knew was that now it had finally stopped and everything was relatively still. As everything seemed to slow down around her and turn to a slow gentle rhythm of sound and pulsing, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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“Wake up, ah can’t believe you’re sleeping right now!” Big Mac awoke with a start, and found himself face to face with Applebloom. “You were supposed to be helping us look for Scootaloo, ha can’t believe…”
Whatever Applebloom was about to say had to wait. He had to poop. Now! Getting to his hooves he shoved her aside, hoping to find somewhere private to do his business. Unfortunately for him, his bowels had other ideas as the pressure built against his sphincter. With no other choice he lifted his tail, and his tailhole bulged obscenely as he pushed.
Whatever Applebloom was about to say to her big brother was lost in her throat as she saw him hike up his tail and grunt. She was about to turn away, but then she saw an orange hoof emerge from his stretched ponut, followed by a second one and a purple tail. She ran over and a second later there was a loud ‘pop,’ and a dazed Scootaloo lay there on the ground. Having heard the yelling, Sweetie Belle ran over and joined her.
Blinking in the harsh light, a sweaty, panting Scootaloo looked up at them and said, “Well girls, I don’t think that could have gone any worse.” Then a loud fart shook the air, and a pair of flight goggles smacked her in the face, knocking her out cold.
