“Should I have wore Sweetie’s dress after all?” A moment’s pause and imaginative inspection answered the question silently before she spoke again. “Nah. Too frilly. Too fluffy. This’ll work.”
Normally, a question of fashion choice would belong to the likes of Rarity, or even perhaps Sweetie Belle. With it coming from Scootaloo of all ponies, some would consider it quite surprising. But the circumstances that the energetic mare found herself in were, indeed, surprising. That surprise had a touch of excited apprehension and twittering nerves as well.
If you had told Scootaloo she’d find herself on a Saturday night at a swanky looking restaurant in Cloudsdale, dressed in a spiffy looking black number and waiting for a surprise date, she’d have laughed it off as one of Apple Bloom’s jokes. But fate leads all down odd and winding paths sometimes; in Scootaloo’s case, it led her to accompany Rainbow Dash on a Wonderbolts Charity auction event. The whole idea confused the mare, since most auctions in her mind involved objects or cool stuff, not ponies themselves. Dash wasn’t the best explainer of things at that.
Apparently, the way this was working was that the Wonderbolts had a long stretch of downtime as several venues they normally would tour were either under repair or fully booked beyond what they could arrange. As a result, the group got together and decided to do a charity auction for foals in medical need of assistance. They would put themselves up for auction, and the winner of each auction could spend a day with a Wonderbolt. Lots of ponies flocked to the event for a chance to finally fulfill what they hoped was a fan’s dream come true.
From Scootaloo’s perspective, she didn’t understand entirely why Dash wasn’t up there herself. The mare was always one for charity, especially for the little ones. She brushed off the question and pointed to the stage when Soarin himself finally took up the stage spotlight. From Dash’s nudging and rib jabbing, she was very much aware that Scootaloo still nursed a hefty crush on the older male Wonderbolt. He still looked every bit the stallion she’d daydreamed of in her bedroom, in more ways than one. The wingsuit even still did him justice, despite him being in a more background role these days.
Several mares made plenty of bids for the stallion, but Dash blew them all out of the water. However, the mare didn’t go up to claim her prize herself; with a little push with her wing, Scootaloo was moved into the open. She could still feel the heat on her cheeks as she stood in front of Soarin, who’d folded his arms and just smiled down at the younger mare. A few shuffled words and some false bravado found Scootaloo arranging for a dinner date with the Wonderbolt, and Dash had to help drag the frazzled pegasus away while Soarin looked on. She could still remember the look in his eyes as he watched them go…watched her go, even.
“C’mon now. Don’t psyche yourself out just because it’s a date. First date in awhile. First date…ever, with a Wonderbolt,” Scootaloo told herself, “you got this!”
The self encouragement was followed with another self inspection, the second one since she’d gotten to the restaurant early. The first attempt at choosing clothes for a date had made both Sweetie Belle and Applebloom toss her right back into the closet for being too casual in just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Sweetie’s suggestion had, as previously described, way too much showyness and frillyness and…just everything-bad-ness about it that clashed with Scootaloo. It was Applebloom who helped decide on what to wear, focusing on Scootaloo’s physical features and how best to let her flaunt them.
The black dress was something simple on the outside, no distracting details or flashy colors to it. Instead, it did its job of helping draw attention to Scootaloo’s figure. All her life, she’d been the type to be akin to a tomboy growing up, but when the trio hit puberty, things wound up changing fairly fast. Scootaloo discovered that for the lack of development she had above the waist - to this day, she was still the flattest of the three Crusaders - everything else seemed packed in below. Even Applebloom was unable to deny that Scoots’ rump stood out wider than a “double-sized haybale” to use her words, with enough heft and bounce to it that she’d feel it every step of the way.
Managing to get her dress to work with that physique took a little stretching and a little improvisation from Rarity (“Just what in Equestria did you eat to get that, darling?”), but Scootaloo felt like it worked for her. And, y’know, maybe Soarin would be into the orange-colored pegasus. Hearing a nearby taxi chariot roll up near her brought her out from her thoughts, and only when a well-dressed stallion got out did she realize that she underestimated how well Soarin could clean up.
“You know, you make for a hard mare to miss, Scootaloo.” Soarin greeted as he got out, fishing a small bag of bits from his pocket to tip the driver before they left him and her alone. Soarin was no less dressed than she was, having donned a fitted suit that seemed to make the Wonderbolt look fresh off the red carpet. All he was missing was the paparazzi cameras flashing around him and a couple bodyguards. Black and white complimented his light pale blue fur, his darker blue hue mane combed and looking styled a little to not be so windswept as he usually had it. He had the height advantage over her, but it didn’t spook her. If anything, her wings couldn’t help but give a little buzz behind her as she looked up to him.
“Speak for yourself, Soarin. You could’ve walked up here to anypony and made them think they were your date. You look sharp as ever.” She complimented back. “I uh…wanted to say thanks. Before we go in. I know that you might’ve been hoping for Dash since she was the one to bid, and everything.”
Soarin chuckled, shaking his head. His smile was genuine as he answered her. “No need to thank me. I honestly thought I’d be out of the running for any mare who looked at this older fella. And besides, Dash?” He scoffed. “We all know she’s got more aim for some apples than for her teammates right now. No matter what the rumor mags say.”
Scootaloo snickered, but poked a finger at his arm. She took note of how firm the muscle felt on his forearm beneath the cloth material. “Older nothing. You’re still one of the most handsome guys around. Uh! I mean. Well, you know, you look really good and…yeah. So, hey!” Scootaloo wrapped an arm around his and pointed to the doors. “Maybe we should go on in?”
“Sure thing.” Soarin agreed, maneuvering his other arm so his hand rested on her arm in his grasp. The feeling made her heart quicken as she walked with him inside. Even as the maitre’d led them to their seats, she could feel many a pony looking their way. Some looks were of curiosity, others of jealousy on recognizing Soarin and that he had company that night to occupy him. It put a pep into the pegasus’ step and it carried her to their seats, a quiet and arguably intimate corner of the restaurant where high rise backs and soft lighting by candlelight definitely brought out the romantic mood.
When they were alone again, Scootaloo had to let out a slow breath to steady some of her jittery nerves. She looked to Soarin, who looked a little amused at the display she made. “Hey, c’mon. Do you think I’d really just fit right into this kind of thing? A big date with the Soarin?”
“Well, the Soarin sure thinks you fit in just fine. Besides, don’t sell yourself so short, Scootaloo. Just about everypony around has heard of the exploits and adventures of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, as you called yourselves.” Soarin pointed out. “Aren’t you the same gal who catapulted herself from ground level all the way to Cloudsdale?”
A grin couldn’t be helped at the fond memory of that event, or how it led to meeting Rainbow’s parents either. “Tch, you know it! The one and the same.” Scootaloo puffed out her chest in pride before relaxing with a laugh. “But your stunts outshine mine easy!”
Soarin gave a half-hearted chuckle. “That one performance in Las Pegasus really does still follow me, huh?”
Scootaloo, however, waved a hand. “That one? No, no! There’s so many cool others! Like…Manehattan, the Blazing Blitz show. You managed to pull off an amazing recovery turn by running down the stadium wall and kept up with your co-flyers, only to springboard off the wall and dive right into a fire ring like it was nothing! Or the Prench Pony Spectacular where you created and held the world record for inverted flying for a solid fifteen minutes!”
Soarin’s eyebrow rose a bit at the mentions, making him lean in a little. There was a light in his eyes that she found striking, especially as he looked at her. “You…actually know about those. Holy crap.” He laughed a little before continuing, “Gotta admit, Scoots, I thought everypony had forgotten my solo shows. It’s nice to know there’s ponies out there who still remember.”
The shorter pegasus was quick to nod. “I do!” She exclaimed before taking a minute to reel in her enthusiasm. “I uh…I have for a long time. Been a fan. You’re a really awesome guy, Soarin. Getting to be here is…it’s really cool.”
“Better than a date with Spitfire? Or maybe Fleetfoot?”
“Definitely.”
She said it with such conviction that her wings buzzed behind her. It must’ve shown, because something in Soarin seemed to relax, and he looked her in the eyes again.
“Thank you. A lot of folks might not think about it, but being one of the older members of the team doesn’t always come with all the glamor some think it does. Hearing it from somepony really is good, to me.” He explained.
Scootaloo shook her head, making the small earrings she’d worn shake a little as well. “Look, just because you’re older doesn’t put you out of the running one bit. Heck, I might’ve been Dash’s number one superfan, but you were right up there with her.”
“Oh? Was I now?”
“I kept track of your stats, your flight missions, the occasional interview, that Playpony spread you did back about ten years ago, uh-” she stopped mid listing and added hastily, “J-just for the interviews!”
“I’m sure you studied those interviews thoroughly, huh?” He teased with a knowing smile.
“...they were…very good interviews. In-depth.” She was spared for a moment as their waiter approached and took their drink orders. Scootaloo went for a simple water, while Soarin decided to try a wine. “But so…yeah. Don’t go trying to sell yourself short to somepony like me.”
“You know…I gotta admit, I was expecting this to be a little different.” Soarin commented.
“You did? How so?”
“The way the others described their day plans, they made it sound like I’d just be flaunted around like a piece of meat to flash around for attention.” He explained to her. “I know Fleetfoot wasn’t looking entirely happy with hers, but she always has something to gripe about. The captain was good with it, just so long as she wasn’t asked to do anything ridiculous. For me, well…”
“You were thinking you’d either get used for paparazzi, or just used for drinks, huh?”
Soarin clicked his tongue and pointed at her. “On the dot. But…I’m thinking you might aim a bit higher than that.”
“I mean, I could make a joke about trying to go below the belt if you want. I wouldn’t object to it.”
Soarin laughed, and Scootaloo felt her cheeks color at how his smile was directed at her. “A little sass too? Where were you hiding in the audience when I needed that confidence boost of a fan?”
The smaller pegasus allowed a giggle to escape her. “Probably rooting for Dash at her tryouts. I was uh…let’s go with driven, to be her biggest fan.”
“Were you as driven on other things too? Outside of us so-called amazing Bolts?”
Scootaloo could catch a cue when she heard one, and let the topics move past the Wonderbolts to other avenues. At first, it was almost surreal to just have the one on one time with Soarin. Like something from a daydream she could’ve had as a teen mare. Only now, the real deal was in front of her and enjoying her company as much as she was relishing his. She could’ve gone full superfan on him, but…that wasn’t what either of them seemed to be searching for.
Soarin presented an impressive amount of not just interest in what she had to say, but patience and attentiveness to care about what was said too. They moved from topic to topic: hobbies, dreams, old aspirations lost to time and stories to make the other see their perspective on life. While she knew Soarin had seen plenty in his longer lifetime than she had, his attentiveness on describing her own adventures in life so far was a spotlight that made her feel aglow. He never scoffed at her or made her feel lesser; he was a gentlecolt.
By the time the food was eaten and the candles diminished, she’d barely registered the time altogether. Soarin paid for their meals and led her outside, Scootaloo happy to keep herself on his arm as it let her feel the firm body beneath the suit jacket. The only thing that tugged at the content feeling was a worry of the date ending too soon. She wanted him to stay with her. It seemed to be something he picked up on a little as he looked to her.
“So, we’ve had a great little dinner. I appreciate you passing on the pie for dessert; that old joke still chases after me some days.”
“Don’t sweat it. But um…well, I’m not sure where to go next or what to do next. Cloudsdale isn’t my usual roaming grounds.” She told him. “I uh…I wasn’t even entirely sure if the dinner would happen.”
“Really? Why?”
“I guess…when you’re used to disappointments, it just comes naturally. I’ve had plenty of great moments - like tonight so far,” she added reassuringly, “but there’s been enough times too that I don’t feel too surprised if things don’t go quite my way. Like…well. Trying to fly.”
Soarin nodded as she looked out past themselves to the clouded city surrounding them. “It’s one of the few things in life that I’ve gotten little tastes of, but never the whole plate, you know?”
“If I could give you that chance, would you take it?” Soarin asked.
“Huh? Well, I mean…yeah. If you offered it. But last I checked, you had wings, not a unicorn horn.” Scootaloo quipped. “Unless that’s like, a private nickname for, y’know.”
Soarin snorted while she grinned at him. “Nah. But I am offering. If you trust me.”
“I trust you.”
Soarin’s eyebrow rose. “That easy?”
“You learn to tell when to trust somepony. You’ve never given me a reason to not trust you. You’re a great guy, Soarin. And no, that’s not just me honeying you up for an autograph.”
He grinned and nodded to himself, while his wings gave a light flap behind him. “Then hold onto me a little tight.”
At first, Scootaloo took it to mean holding onto his arm a little tighter, which she did. What surprised her though was Soarin’s grin widening before he swept her off her feet, a feminine squeak escaping Scootaloo’s lips. The world became a blur of motion around her as they took off, Soarin seeming to have no trouble with her weight as they lifted up into the sky. Her grip changed to one on his chest and neck, but he didn’t show any struggle as they cleared the cloudline above.
“Whoa…” Scootaloo let out as they hovered in the night sky, Luna’s moon beginning its trek across the star-dotted realm above them, “I’ve never been this close to the sky in a long time.”
“It sure is a sight to see. Well, among others tonight.” Soarin remarked, making Scootaloo give a light rap of her knuckles against his chest. He only chuckled and brought them down onto a cloud nearby. Scootaloo tested her footing on it before clambering off of Soarin, if with a twinge of regret inside herself. “So you’ve never gotten to experience things at this height, huh?”
Scootaloo shook her head in the negative. “No. The whole wings issue always got in the way,” she said with a thumb jerked back at her backside, “though my friends like to joke my figure made it twice as hard too.”
“I think they’re just a bit jealous. I don’t see anything bad from my perspective.” Soarin commented, then added after a look from the pegasus, “i-if you don’t mind my saying so.”
Scootaloo just laughed at his expression. “You know, I don’t think I’m gonna be offended hearing my date say they like how I look. I like hearing that.” She looked back out at the moon and the distant clouds that surrounded the area. “...I never imagined I could actually get up here. When I was younger, it was all I dreamed of. I got older, and some dreams you let go of. But some you still hold onto.”
Soarin took a step closer, sliding an arm around her waist to bring her closer to him. She didn’t object, letting her head rest against his chest. “You know, being a Bolt, I’ve always kinda took it for granted getting to go up here and fly around so easy. I was lucky to get it all so early. Thinking of things from your perspective reminds me to appreciate what I have.”
“It does?”
“We Wonderbolts get touted as some of the best fliers. But ponies can chalk up success to natural talent, luck, whatever have you. I remember Dash telling me, in the past, how impressed she was by your drive. She told me, even if you never did get to be a Bolt, you served to inspire her to try ten times harder any time she fell. She wanted to do good by you.” He looked down at her. “Seeing you now, spending time with you…I can see why she’d say that.”
Scootaloo’s cheeks colored, but she didn’t stop him as she stared back. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls you fly up here.”
“Would you believe it if I told you you’re the first in months?”
“Get out.”
“Swear to Celestia. Like I said, I’m considered the older fella. A lot of the younger crews are getting the snapshots nowadays. Me, well…I’m a bit of the fallback.” He gazed out towards the moon, his eyes distant as memories seemed to play across his expression.
Scootaloo’s hand found his and held onto it, making him look back at her. “They don’t know what they’re missing. If you can sit there and say that I inspire ponies, well…you inspire me twice over.” Her heart was beating in her chest as she held his gaze, mentally noting he was holding onto her still.
“Do I now? How so?” He asked.
“Well…” she trailed off for a moment, glancing aside before deciding to bite the bit. With a buzz of her wings, the wide-ended pegasus lifted off the cloud just enough to give her a boost of height, catching Soarin by surprise when her lips suddenly found his. The unexpected kiss was like a sudden spark that made everything slow down around them as Scootaloo held on as long as she could. The touch of Soarin’s lips on hers was making her feel like fire all over, and even as her wings protested, she still held out until she couldn’t anymore.
But she didn’t make it to the ground so quick, because as she hovered down, Soarin’s hands found a grip on her hips and hoisted her body towards him, making her fall against him. Soarin’s humored look complimented the playful way he fell back with her, the puffy cloud they’d been standing on having plenty of gathered mass to let him lay there with her. Her cheeks became rosy as he stared at her from below, her hands on his chest while he kept her balance steady with his hands at her hips still.
“So how long have you been wanting to do that?” He questioned.
“Awhile. If I’m honest.” She admitted. “Gotta be brave to be a Bolt, right?”
He reached up and ran his fingers along her hair before bringing them to her cheek. “Well, you know…this whole date still has some hours left to it. We don’t have to end it early just because we have full stomachs.”
Scootaloo’s wings buzzed. “A-are you asking if I’d…?”
“Like to come home for a drink and maybe see if that Playpony spread was legit or not?”
She buzzed louder. “I think I’ve got the courage in me already.” The purple-haired pegasus tried to match his confident grin with one of her own. “...but there’s room for more, if you’re willing?”
“Now you’re talking.”
Of course Soarin had his own private residence in Cloudsdale. It was tucked away a bit from the main part of the city, but it was a well-built home. Two stories tall, fenced in, with even some simulated grass and ground built into the cloud foundation it rested on to make it look as if he’d plucked the house from the earth and perched it into the sky. Maybe he had a gardener or caregiver to help keep it looking good. But for Scootaloo’s perspective, she wasn’t really caring too much for those details.
The real focus was on the treat ushering her into his front door.
The minute the door was closed, she was on him. Her enthusiasm was still a bit surprising for the Wonderbolt, she guessed, but he got into things fairly quickly once she had herself pressed up against him. Scootaloo didn’t think of herself as too inexperienced when it came to rolling in the sheets with a guy, but Soarin was on a whole different level. Nimble hands undid his suit jacket and soon had his dress shirt beneath undone as well, while his own hands roamed over her back and side as he held her against him. When they parted for air, he gave a playful growl as one hand grabbed a handful of her rear through her dress, making the smaller pegasus shiver.
“Been wanting to get ahold of that, huh?” she taunted.
“You can’t walk in front of me with that and expect it to be ignored.” He replied before kissing her again, helping to walk her back into his living room where the sofa was. She let him take the lead, settling onto the sofa as he loomed over her. With the shirt unbuttoned, it gave a tantalizing peek at the prime physique that lay beneath, all hard muscle and a taut frame that she wanted to touch. He made to move forward, but she stopped him with a hand on his hip. He looked a little confused, prompting her to speak.
“You were gonna prove that magazine spread to me first, big guy. I wanna see you flaunt your stuff.”
The older stallion gave a playful huff but grinned at the challenge. “Be careful what you ask for.” He teased before shedding off the rest of his upper half with a shrug of his arms. He had a torso fit for any of the old romance novels Rarity used to leave out, back when the Crusaders wandered around looking for things to do as kids. His arms were lined with muscle, linked to a firm, solid looking set of pectorals before her eyes slid down to appreciate the chiseled abs of his six pack. She couldn’t help but to reach out and run an index finger along the lines of his abs, all while Soarin looked down to her.
“Geez. Like you’re cut out of stone or something.” she murmured.
“That’s only half the show, trust me.” He teased before reaching for his belt and quickly undoing it as well as his pants. With a flourish one could argue was practiced, the pants and even his boxers came clean off and pooled at his feet, leaving Scootaloo wide-eyed at the now naked specimen before her. He was well-groomed all over, not a hint of fur out of place, as one might expect any sort of military trained being to be. His legs bore powerful strength, it seemed, judging from the musculature of his thighs and onwards down.
His groin was the crown jewel of the whole display, thanks to Scootaloo’s perspective from her seat. He was trimmed, only a light tuft of fur leading up towards his belly from his middle. His length, looking to be half hard, was smooth and already long enough to make her marehood quiver in want. It only grew at the sight of his shaven balls resting beneath his cock, looking hefty and almost big enough to match a fist from her. Soarin let her soak it all in as he lifted his arms and locked his fingers behind his head, adopting a similar pose to the alleged spread she’d seen before.
“What do you think?”
Scootaloo had to take a moment to try and think of anything witty to say. But what came out was only: “Can I…can I suck it for you?”
“Who’s gonna say no to a pretty offer like that?”
The open invitation made her scoot closer, moving to the edge of the sofa before bringing her hands up to hold onto his dick and balls each. The warmth coming off his cock made her shiver as she felt it twitch in her palm, while her fingers slowly rolled his sack in an easy motion that had him humming in approval. She could smell the musk of his arousal coming off him, a blended smell that mixed with either his personal cologne or a body wash he’d cleaned himself up with before. It was intoxicating to the younger mare.
“Oh Celestia yes,” she whispered to herself before pressing her muzzle into his groin, tongue out and lapping at the base of his dick in a worshipful manner. He tasted clean, if she could make any measure of a comparison to past experiences. He was already outshining anypony else she’d been with before, and they’d barely gotten started. Little by little, as her tongue continued to lick and lavish affection on his dick, he grew in her grasp until his cock started to arch upwards, making her pull back more until she had a throbbing beast before her very eyes.
It took both of her hands to steady him in her grasp, leaving his balls unattended for the moment. Her licking kept him slick as she stroked him, the mere idea that she was getting to worship one of her biggest fillyhood crushes’ dick sinking into reality. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up from the swollen tip to his confident expression, the smirk on his lips making her face flush. He knew that she wanted him, and stars above, was she guilty of it. But could she take in this much of a cock? His full length looked to almost take up her whole forearm!
“Gotta be bold to be a Bolt, didn’t you say?” he asked. The husky tone of his voice made a spark of heat go down her spine from her head and throughout her body. But the challenge underlying the question made her finally act upon her lusts.
With a deep inhale, Scootaloo opened her mouth wide and engulfed his tip into her maw, straining a little but not feeling deterred in the slightest. The moment the taste of his tip hit her tongue, she couldn’t help a moan coming from her throat before sinking a few inches down his thick length. It was enough to make Soarin moan his approval, clenching a fist at his side while his other hand came to rest on top of Scootaloo’s head, a light push urging her further downwards. She relented, and hit his halfway point before sucking hard and pulling back.
She couldn’t help but to let herself drool all over his dick while pulling back, her spit keeping him wet and making it easier to take when she dove back down again. Taking all of him might’ve seemed impossible at the start, but she was warming up to the idea of trying anyway. Hitting halfway again, she swallowed and pushed further still, taking another couple inches before giving a light cough as his thick cock brushed against her throat’s walls. The idea of holstering his member in her throat had her almost light-headed, and she started a slow bobbing motion that let her lavish his dick with her tongue and lips while always keeping some of him inside her oral grasp.
“Shit, Scoots. Where the hell did a sweet girl learn to…fuck, be so naughty?” Soarin groaned out. His grip in her mane got a little tighter as she slurped up and down his dick. Her inability to answer vocally was made up by her hands coming up to massage his balls again, her half-lidded stare centered on his groin as her ultimate goal.
The weight of his sack in her palms promised a hefty load, something that had her already further making her panties wet as he became her world. The wet sounds of her lips traveling up and down his length filled the room, the only other sound she could hear over Soarin’s moans and her own breathing. She wanted more and more of him, and kept trying to push herself to take him fully. Four inches became three, then two, and she would rear her head back far each time to never leave a single part of him unattended. Going off the sounds Soarin was making and the grip he had on her, she was doing amazing.
Confidence and lust combined together to give her a final push, and she found her success when she cleared the last two inches to fully sheath his cock in her throat. The feat made her nearly go cross-eyed, a gag from her making her throat tighten around his dick as her lips trembled around his base. It was like one long hot rod running into her throat, and as she inhaled, a fresh burst of Soarin’s musk ran through her and had her give off a moan before finally withdrawing back, the stallion only resisting a little before she popped off his tip with a wet gasp.
“T-told you,” she said before coughing a little, “I could…do it.”
“Damn right.” He muttered, his wet cock throbbing in front of her. “I was…not too far off. It’s been way too long since anypony treated me like that, let alone taken the whole thing. Think you can manage it again?”
“Buck yeah. C’mere, stud.” she said before taking another deep breath and bringing him in deep once more. Soarin’s position shifted as he adjusted his stance, his other hand joining the first on the opposite side of her head. It was admittedly easier to take him now, a little, after adjusting like she had been. Soarin took full advantage of this, and Scootaloo felt herself surrendering some control as he began to move his hips and her head in tandem. To his credit, he wasn’t going hog wild on her, but relishing the rhythmic pace of their back and forth as he thrust past her lips and down into her throat again.
He wasn’t trying to make her take the full length again, which she appreciated; the steady back and forth though made her a little dizzy, an occasional lack of air making her light-headed and her own desires to rise. Since he had a good hold on her, she brought one hand down to slip past her underwear, practiced fingers diving into her needful pussy and evoking a moan from her while he continued to use her mouth as his makeshift pleasure toy. His balls jostled and the weight in them shifted as he grew more and more ready to burst.
She wanted him to cum. No; she neededhim to cum in her throat. She wanted to feel every glob of his seed gush down her throat and into her belly. Her lips tightened and she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing around his dick and making Soarin almost falter in his grip. He growled in his throat and bucked faster, Scootaloo happy to let him have his way while her eyes rolled about in a dizzy, lustful spin.
When he finally did hit his climax, the first burst seemed to snap her right into reality. The stallion had her head in his grasp still tight, fingers lost amidst her purple mane while he throbbed in her mouth and throat. The swollen tip was gushing with his cum, thick globs of it splashing out and making her swallow quickly to avoid choking on everything going in. Yearning to taste it, she pulled back hard and got out of his grasp, withdrawing just enough that his tip left her throat though not before giving it a fresh coating of his seed.
Soarin’s low moaning beckoned more of his cum to splash into her mouth, the smaller pegasus swirling her tongue around the tip and trying to milk more out of him as best she could manage. His taste was rich, like she’d had a burst of syrup suddenly splash into her mouth for a delightful treat. Scootaloo swallowed him down, letting none of it escape her lips and instead making it pool in her cheeks almost like a squirrel with their mouth full of nuts. She held back a laugh at that, and focused on simply not drowning in Soarin’s seed batter.
The flow eventually subsided, and she released him to pull back and rest against the sofa. They were both left panting for breath, especially Scootaloo who took care to wipe at her mouth before trying to speak up. Her voice came out a little scratchy, but she didn’t feel any pain.
“You were kinda backed up there.”
“Yeah, sorry,” He apologized while looking down at her. His cock, she idly noticed, had hardly gone down in hardness despite having just orgasmed. A droplet of his seed still clung to the tip, dangling like a teasing treat for the mare, “like I said; it’s been awhile. But hell of a job, Scoots.”
“Well, he looks like he’s not out of the running yet.” She pointed out, nodding at his still eager dick. “Looks like all I did there was take a bit of the edge off.”
“Heh.” He folded his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow at her. “And what did you have in mind to help out?”
“I’m open to ideas.”
“Maybe say…me pinning you down and ravaging you until you’re a screaming mess of a mare?”
Her face must’ve been burning as Soarin chuckled, shaking his head. “Don’t worry. I’m not that rough of a lover. But how about we put that impressive caboose of yours to good use?”
“S-sure! First idea wasn’t…bad, by the way. But maybe later. Have a sit down, and let’s see if maybe I can help you out.” Scootaloo did her best to sound confident, but inside, part of her was yelling to skip anymore foreplay and jump straight to the good business. Even if she hadn’t exactly had that much good business herself in a fairly long time. But any past memories of old flings in the summer clubhouse were forgotten compared to the sublime specimen of a stallion seating himself beside her. He lounged against the back of the sofa as if it was just another regular day, despite his hard cock still standing upright and waiting for attention.
It took the pegasus a minute to realize she needed to act, and bolted upright before trying to settle herself. She wanted to try and present herself as the sexiest thing in Soarin’s view, she told herself, so she needed to present exactly that. “Well, first thing’s first; I’m a little overdressed for this, ain’t I?” She teased before turning away to face her backside to him. Being placed right between his legs made it easy for him to watch as she shimmied herself out of her dress, tugging the black number up and off her shoulders before flinging the dress aside. It left her in a simple pair of panties; she didn’t see a need to wear a bra when she didn’t have much to show for that part of her body.
“Damn.” She heard Soarin mutter behind her, making the mare cast a look over her shoulder to see his eyes glued to her massive cheeks. She couldn’t blame him; the heft to her rump was enough that the slightest of motions could make it wobble, so when she did a little shimmy in front of him, her cheeks wiggled in tandem and made Soarin’s cock twitch in response. Knowing she had his attention properly now, the mare’s wings buzzed before lifting her up and moving her over his lap. She came down to just above his lap before landing with a soft thump, the couch giving a light creak and making Soarin groan.
His cock was pressed flat back against his belly when she landed, so the mare took initiative to work him into position. Hours spent digging through lewd magazines finally paid off as she worked her hips and butt into a tantalizing dance that soon had his cock wedged squarely between her butt cheeks, the valley of her rear engulfing his cock well enough that it seemed to vanish completely. Scootaloo could still feel the heat of it as she wiggled in his lap, rocking him back and forth and drawing another moan from him.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say this was a dream. Your ass is amazing!” Soarin praised.
Scootaloo internally beamed at the remark, but kept up her sultry outward appearance as she ground against his lap. “And what would you do, if it was a dream?”
He answered by clapping both hands onto either side of her rear, seeming to marvel at the way his fingers sunk into her plush cheeks. Scootaloo’s tail flicked and she sighed in delight at the sensation before feeling her face color as he started to thrust up into her rump, making his lap smack into her hefty rear. The impact made her cheeks ripple from the thrust, and before long, Soarin found himself in a steady rhythm of hotdogging her ass with his dick. He was still a little slick from the earlier blowjob, making it easier for him to work his cock in and out of the valley her ass cheeks formed.
It only took a little time for Scootaloo to lean back into him, relishing the feel of his hard muscles against her back while he continued to use her like a pleasure toy. He wasn’t overly rough or hurting in any way, but made it clear of what he wanted with his continuous stroking. The tip would occasionally poke against the base of her tail, following a harder slap sound of his hips bumping into her. Scootaloo found herself getting more and more worked up, her marehood begging for him or herself to play with it. Just imagining him pistoning that cock up into her depths was enough to make her wings buzz again, and she couldn’t help but to try and grip around his cock with her cheeks. The added tension only seemed to encourage Soarin, who was panting in her ear.
“Soarin?” She mumbled out before giving a squeal when he slapped her rear once. The impact made her skin tingle and she had to bite her lip to contain herself if just barely.
“Yeah?” He grunted out.
“I-I think. You need to. Put him somewhere better.” She got out between breaths before a moan got out of her at another slap to her butt. “Please!”
“Good thinking.” He growled in her ear before stopping his humping to let them adjust their position. With a little maneuvering, Scootaloo managed to slip her panties down and off her body, though not without a little playful showing off and teasing him with the sight of her soaked nethers framed by her enormous rear. She knew he was enjoying it from the way he gave her rear a light tap before kissing the opposite cheek, leaving her red-faced as she settled in his lap again. Only now, his cock leaned up and back against her bare naked form, letting her grind ever so slightly against his base. “I-I might…need a little help.”
Soarin’s lips pressed against her cheek. “Is it your first?”
“N-no. But…it’s been awhile. And you’re…literally the biggest dude I’ve ever seen.”
“Heh. Don’t worry. I gotcha.”
He took ahold of her under her thighs, hoisting the mare up with ease and helping align her to his tip. Just feeling it press against her wanting pussy had her quivering a little, anticipation mixed with sheer excitement. One of her hands reached down and kept him in place against her folds, and she nodded to herself.
“O-ok. Gimme all you got.”
“Your choice of words, rookie.”
He brought her down, and with Scootaloo’s help, his tip slipped right into her marehood with little fuss. Her head immediately shot up as he began to fill her, stretching her walls with his cock as inch by inch went inside of her. The heat emanating from his dick seemed to spread further and further in her, making her gasp when he hit the halfway point. The stallion mistook it as a gasp of pain, and he stopped, only for her to wiggle impatiently in his grasp. “K-Keep going! Keep…please, please fill me up!” She begged. With that request, he helped bring her the rest of the way down, leaving Scootaloo to moan and reach behind her to try and hold onto him. He returned the favor with an embrace around her middle, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat inside her depths.
“Oh fuck dude,” Scootaloo whispered out, “That’s…a-amazing.”
“You got a tight enough cockpit, that’s for sure.”
Scootaloo snorted at the pun, but any attempts at snark were lost when he moved her up. He had to help her move, she realized, because her legs - positioned to dangle over either side of him now - had no shot in helping her lift up right then. Which was fine by her, as Soarin grunted behind her and started working himself into a thrusting rhythm like he’d been doing earlier. Only now, he was giving her doses of pleasure a hundred times over with his cock hilted inside of her.
The whole experience felt surreal as she could feel all of him putting in the work to pleasure them both, through the muscles of his arms gripping her around the middle to the continuous thrusts coming from below. Their panting mixed into a lustful pattern of gasps and moans, and all the while, she got to relish the sheer feeling of being so utterly full of cock. She envisioned that he must’ve been poking into her womb almost with such a dick, and couldn’t stop the impending climax as it washed over her.
Soarin took it in like a champ, slowing his motions into more paced thrusts to let her ride out the orgasm. The added lubrication of her juices over his dick helped matters once her grip on him loosened, letting him go faster and bringing a new chorus of delighted whimpers from the pegasus mare. All too soon in her opinion, though, she could feel his cock starting to swell as his rhythm began to falter. Knowing what was coming, she clenched around him when he started to try and pull back.
“I-I’m gonna-” he started, but she cut him off.
“Do it in me. I wanna feel it,” she begged before adding, “I wanna feel you cum inside me.”
Knowing she welcomed it eased his tension, and his thrusts renewed for a few more seconds before he pulled her down hard to hilt himself all the way inside her. With an audible groan escaping him, Scootaloo felt her world become everything about the stallion as his cum seemed to pour into her like a hot river of molten fluid. With every pulse and burst of his pent-up seed, she gave a gasp and nearly struggled to remember to breathe before being overwhelmed. The sensation rose and fell through her whole body from head to toe, making her nearly go limp in Soarin’s grasp as his gushing flow tapered down into a steady drip. Droplets of it fell from around the tight seal her pussy made around his cock to the floor, but neither seemed to care as they laid there together.
The subtle feeling of him still throbbing in her marehood’s depths, she rested against his chest and savored the moment. “That felt…so fucking good.”
“You ain’t kidding. You felt just so…tight, I could barely hold off from going wild on you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She listened to him breathe for a minute, his heartbeat in her ear, before she looked up at him and smiled almost devilishly.
“You haven’t taken my ass yet.”
Soarin’s cock twitched. “You…want me to do anal?”
“Buck yeah.”
“Have you ever done anal before?”
“Well…no. But there’s a first time for everything. Besides, there’s two good reasons to try.”
Soarin’s cock twitched again as Scootaloo gave a little wiggle of her hips, making him bite his lip.
“What’re those?”
“One: I know you wouldn’t hurt me, like, for real. It might be a little rough, but I can take rough. Two: I want to make this night memorable. So giving my butt cherry to you sounds pretty good. And three…”
“Three?”
Scootaloo reached down and gave her hip a light smack. “Don’t try to say you don’t want to see this ass bounce in front of you.”
“You know, logic like that? I can’t argue against it.” Soarin joked before kissing her, the smaller mare reciprocating before she moaned as he pulled out of her cum-filled snatch. “I should have some lube somewhere…” he muttered as he got up, stepping quickly into what she guessed was the direction of his bedroom or bathroom. It gave her a moment to lounge there on her side, basking still in the post-sexual glow of orgasm. A wandering hand found her nethers, and before she could help herself, she dipped into her pussy with a finger and coo-ed as she stroked her well-fucked folds, pulling a cum-covered finger out before licking it clean.
She dipped in again, adding a second finger, leaving her to groan when Soarin returned. He was still hard, having softened a little in the time spent away. The sight of Scootaloo fingering her cum-soaked nethers was quick to reinvigorate him though. “You know, maybe I should think about getting you a special pass for our shows.”
“Oh yeah?” She replied, holding his stare while licking her once again cum covered fingers clean. “Wonderbolt Stress Reliever, maybe?”
Soarin huffed through his nose. “Like heck I’m sharing you.” He claimed as he popped open the lube bottle and applied a copious amount to his throbbing member. The sheen of lubricant was visible even under the easy lighting of the night outside and the dim lighting of Soarin’s house. “This ass is mine.”
“Come and get it, champ.” Scootaloo teased back, turning onto her front and letting her mountainous rear wobble before his view. Internally, she was excited but a little nervous. As Soarin’s cock rested between her cheeks again, gliding smoothly thanks to the lube he used, she closed her eyes and let out a soft sight at the dual sensation of hot and cold. Soarin’s hands came to rest on her cheeks, spreading them enough to expose her rear entrance. She tensed, and Soarin’s grip relaxed a little as he leaned over her.
“You gotta relax first, Scoots. It’s ok. I’ll start slow.”
Scootaloo nodded, and took a couple breaths to try and get herself to relax. “S-sorry. Newbie to this, y’know.”
“That’s fine. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I am more than happy with what I’ve gotten to experience tonight already.”
“You flatterer. But I don’t back down from a challenge.” She told him before closing her eyes again. She felt his large tip press against her rosebud, and for a moment, there was still a little resistance. Thank the stars above she at least took Sweetie’s advice to thoroughly clean herself-
Her thoughts were derailed as Soarin’s cock popped into her rump, the tip and a lucky couple of inches working themselves in to start stretching her. The sensation was different than when he’d taken her in her marehood, but the slight sting of pain only seemed to heighten her pleasure as she squealed. He stayed put, holding onto her enormous rear to steady them both as she took him in. A few seconds passed before she relaxed again, and a low moan escaped her as he slid more into her rear tunnel.
“Holy shit,” She heard Soarin gasp out when he managed to sheathe about two-thirds of his dick into her, “even with the lube, you’re tight as Tartarus.”
“Good for you, huh?” She challenged despite her own flushed features. “Now c’mon, Soarin. You said this ass is yours? Come and get it.”
The Wonderbolt seemed to take the playful challenge personally; his wings unfurled behind him as he gave a dominant snort and leaned over her again, repositioning himself. His grip on her made it easy to move her a little, the mare’s lower half moving up into a more aligned position as she rested on her knees, ass up towards him. She was about to ask if he was ok before he reared back, withdrawing half of his cock out before plunging back in with a rough thrust. There was enough force to make the stallion’s balls slap into her backside, while Scootaloo’s world reeled from the strength he had.
“Yeah. Yeah! C’mon!” She beckoned as she tried to thrust back against him, “Gimme all you got!”
Soarin rose to meet the challenge, still going slow to let her adjust to his size but making up for it with powerful thrusts that made the whole sofa shake. Scootaloo felt almost like the wind was gonna be knocked out of her each time, and as his pace began to build up, she wondered if she had overdone it a little. This concern was soon forgotten as Soarin began to ravage her rear, his hot cock sliding with no trouble in and out of her curvaceous rear and making it jiggle in tandem with his motions. Each hard buck from Soarin made a wave go through her cheeks, bouncing back against his groin before he pulled back and repeated the motion.
“Fuck, this ass. You’re incredible!” Soarin moaned out as he went faster, starting to jackhammer into Scootaloo and giving her the full fledged bucking she’d asked for. Scootaloo’s mind whirled about as she tried to keep up, but found it much easier to lose herself in the bliss of Soarin royally pounding her rump and herself into the couch. Knowing it was all her doing this for him, getting him so worked up, soon had her toying with her snatch again for added pleasure. Her voice betrayed her as she let loose moans and squeals at random intervals, the use of words escaping her. When she found her clit and gave it a tender squeeze, her vision filled with stars as a climax slammed into her, bolstered further by Soarin’s seemingly endless stamina.
The only other sound between their breathing and moans became the hefty slaps of Scootaloo’s rear into his groin. It never stopped, only changing in pace and rhythm when he’d adjust his stance. Another climax burst behind Scootaloo’s eyes as she realized that Soarin might very well keep her as his personal plaything, and she would’ve wholly welcomed it. Images of sneaking a quickie in the locker room, or going down on him still in his flight suit while off stage fed into her imagination.
She wondered briefly how much trouble she’d get in for taking his cock in her ass on top of his desk at the Academy.
Time must’ve got away from Scootaloo’s awareness as she felt Soarin’s grip on her rear grow firmer, his rapid pace starting to falter before he hilted into her a final time and let loose a strangled moan through grit teeth. She clenched hard around him, forming as tight a grip as she could on his cock, and felt rewarded for it as his load surged into her depths. It was…unusual, the tingle of heat from his cum making her whole body shake but she refused to relent. She could feel his seed slip around his cock and out of her rear, but savored every second of the sensation even as a dull soreness ebbed in the background.
Soarin finally seemed to give out a little, moving them both with a careful joined roll to lay on the sofa, her back to his chest as he held onto her around the middle once more. Scootaloo, entirely content to be held by the bigger stallion, relished the embrace and nuzzled under his chin as he returned the gesture with a nuzzle of his own.
“Best freaking date I’ve ever had. Thank you, Dash.” She thought to herself as they laid there together, steady heartbeats in both ponies’ chests as they rested, whole and content.
Author's Note
And that's my very first commission done! I hope you all enjoyed it, and keep your eyes peeled for the next one! I've gotten a start on it already, so here's hoping I can keep the fun rolling. Feel free to leave comments or critiques below!
