Camp Colt

I’m going to put it in now...

Skeedaddle’s heart was pounding in his ears as he skittered across the loose gravel, hooves moving as quickly as they could carry them as the stones clattered out of the way. He couldn’t put his hoof on what it was exactly, but all of a sudden a cold chill had passed over him.

It was like something was about to change. Something he couldn’t control, that he desperately wanted to get in the way of, was about to happen and the feeling that he was powerless to stop it was leaving him sick to the stomach.

There was a chill in the air as he ventured out into the light that bridged the gap between the two cabins—a single bridge that left him exposed, and yet fuelled him to push on forward through the adrenaline coursing through his veins, powered by one singular purpose.

His eyes were trained on the fillies’ cabin, mind flush with the images, thought, of what Rumble could be doing to his precious—

There was a snap of a twig. His mane bristled as Skeedaddle realised his mistake.

In his blind rage he’s completely forgotten—failed to pay attention or even notice the presence of a second pair of hooves. The distinctive crunching and rustling of somepony in the shadows gave him pause the very same moment he was illuminated under the spotlight of the camp’s central flagpole. He was frozen in place by a chilling, dreaded, sound.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”

A female voice, heavy with Manehattan drawl, commanded his halt as sturdy-set mare—filly, he corrected, but at their age difference and authority, it really felt like he was facing up against an adult rather than equal.

Skeedaddle recoiled back a step, stammering as Babs Seed strode out from the shadows, eyebrows set with a difficult—impossible, even—to read expression on her face.

“C-Ca-Camp marester—”

“Shut it.” She cut him off at the pass. The pointed swipe of her hoof was more than enough to bring an end to his nervous stuttering before it could even begin. She then offered him a glare—expression still unreadable, as she slowly inspected him, studying him.

As Babs slowly closed the distance between them a lumped formed in the back of Skeedaddle’s throat. His mouth was dry, and swallowing did little to alleviate the circumstance. As she reached the three-hoof mark, Skeedaddle started to slink sideways, attempting to avoid her as they circled the narrow beam of light.

As Skeedaddle swallowed. He couldn’t help himself but to cast a quick glance over towards his destination; so close and yet so far. Babs’ eyes followed his gaze and pulled it back to starting her down, point-on with an unsurprised, yet impressed smirk painted on her cheeks.

He chucked.

“When I heard there were colts sneaking out at dark the last thing I expected to find you out here,” she said, then throwing in just barely loud enough for Skeedaddle to hear. “I’m impressed.”

He did a double-take. “Wha—” The hairs on Skeedaddle’s spine bristled as the older filly took another step, prompting him to step backwards to the edge of the spotlight. In his haste, Skeedaddle knocked up a clatter of stones under his hooves, creating a loud clattering cascade behind him as he stumbled in place. “N-no—I was”—He stumbled harder of his words as Babs took another step, her eyes slowly de-constructing him—“Rumble and he—”

Babs Seed was almost a full head taller than him, far stronger than even Apple Bloom or any of the other crusaders combined. Based on how the rumours had gone, she could break him, and not in a way he would have liked.

“So what was it?” she asked suddenly, breaking Skeedaddle’s out of his trance. He hadn’t realised exactly when he’d began staring, but the moment he realised he pulled his eyes away from her flanks and lookup at her face—a face that was now getting dangerously close to his own as she leaned down to bring her muzzle closer to his own, pushing Skeedaddle further back until his tail brushed against the flagpole.

“...?”

Her eyes darted downwards and the realisation set in. Skeedaddle’s face exploded into a red crimson haze as the blush spread almost all the way to his ears. Despite the cold of the night, he found himself feeling so hot as to sweat.

Babs Seed said what was surely on both of their minds. “Let me guess,” she whispered, “’Caught your eye on some cute filly... Maybe that...,” She of course made a show of pretending to think, a definite glint in her eye as he smirk widened. “Popcorn, was it?”

Skeedaddle’s heart skipped a beat. “I—”

“You thought you could wander on out on your own and slip into her—”

“N-No!” he yelped. By now the blush might as well have spread to his entire body. Skeedaddle’s heart was palpitating. It took all the strength in his body to hold back the tremors as he finally stood up to the mare—filly—that was hovering over him. His voice cracked an octave as repeated his denial.

“You wouldn’t what?” she said.

Skeedaddle stopped suddenly, his instant of liquid courage running dry. Though he wasn’t exactly sure how, he was certain he’d made a mistake.

Bab’s demeanour didn’t changed at all. If anything, she’d grown even bolder, doing a terrible job of holding back her grin as she backed off from him slightly, uttering a single. “I see.”

No, she absolutely did not.

Skeedaddle’s thoughts were in a jumble as he rushed to salvage the situation. “No! No!” He stammered worse than before, his voice breaking several octaves higher with every exclamation mark. “It’s not like that! Not at all! I was—”

“No need to lie to me, ‘Scout’,” she admonished. Turning her nose up at him, Babs Seed winked. “Don’t think you’re the first colt to be caught like this,” she said.

As Babs turned to trot past him, Skeedaddle felt the tell-tale flick of her tail along the length of his barrel, her words slipping in his ears commanding an authority all of her own. “Go back to bed, Scout ...and come see me tomorrow,” she whispered. “As camp counsellor, it is my duty to ensure that all of our campers’ needs be... Taken care of.”

Upon looking back on her, Skeedaddle thought he saw a glimpse of something pink flash under her tail before it was gone, and then like the flash, Babs Seed too receded into the darkness leaving him alone with his thoughts.

~ ~ ~

Kettle Corn was clenching her teeth. Her heart was pounding as she struggled to hold back her gasping breath. She could feel Rumble’s form in the darkness, his unseen figure a dimly-lit shadow amidst the dampened moonlit night.

Her whole body trembled as she gasped—Ah—A loud yet meagre squeak escaped past her hooves as she held them tight over her lips. Whilst the squeaking of bending wood threatened to drown out all other noise, it was a wonder nopony had heard them at all.

A wet slap of Rumble’s balls against her backside caused her to jump, moisture splattering across her crotch and teats as her whole body shook. She reached out a hoof on instinct to brace herself against the bed-frame as she was violently shoved against the head of the bed.

Another wet slap rang out between her legs—the tingling of Rumble’s balls as they gently brushed against her lips, slick with her arousal gave her the briefest bit of extra stimulation to make her heart skip a beat.

Her body tensed, legs twitching and clamping she winked and her lips squeezed, teetering on the edge of orgasm before Rumble’s balls retracted away, and with them the Kettle was dragged back away from the edge.

“R-Ruuuumble....” She bemoaned.

It was taking all of her strength not to touch herself, all the while, Rumble’s breathing in her ears, the hot breath on her neck, and the clasp of his strong hooves around her abdomen, all the while the slapping of his balls did nothing but to make her beg for more.

Not as soon as she’d let his name slip did the colt seize all movements, giving Kettle that full feeling, different from before, as he settled in behind her, hips pressing into her backside as he slid to full hilt into her ass. “Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?” He asked, a tinge of concern more then evident in his voice.

“N-No”—She shook her head, holding back her breathy pants as her heart raced to catch up.

While it was true that Rumble was a lot bigger than her, and far larger than Skeedaddle where it mattered, there was no mistaking what she felt; the bolt of energy that surged through her—supercharged by the tinge of pain as Rumble’s flare and the medial ring of his cock stretched her to her limits. He was so much more than Skeedaddle, but even then...

“K-Keep going...” She only just managed to get the words to come out. “I-I’m close.” Between the panting and her heaving chest, her hoof on reflex snaked down to between her legs to run circles over her lips.

She was on the edge, practically over it all ready. She just needed that little bit more to get a tiny bit of relief from this Luna-damned never-ending, building arousal.

Just as she was about to reach the nub of her winking clit, a hoof clasped her forearm by the hock to stop it from reaching any further. Rumble leaned over her, caressing her body as his lips pressed into her ear with a gentle whisper.

“Nuh uh uh...” He tutted. “Remember our deal?”

“Ruuuumble....” She whined but acquiesced, pulling her hoof back to stow it under the pillow as she rolled onto her belly, Rumble taking place on top of her, riding mounting her properly.

With the extra leverage he thrust into her properly, balls slapping into her pussy lips and staying there as he waited to give her time to adjust—Though from the sound of his panting, and the way she could feel his flare pulsing inside of her, Kettle wasn’t entirely convinced this was only for her own benefit.

Rumble moved his hoof back to where it was before, squeezing her belly in the crux between her breast and her thighs. He used his own hind legs to steady himself atop her, only really resting on her with hist face and shoulders as muzzle pressed Kettle from the back of her head into the pillow.

She was completely pinned down. The realisation made her shiver. With her front-hooves stuck under the pillow and the rest of her pinned underneath Rumble, there was nothing she could do. She was entirely at the colt’s mercy.

She winked and fresh rivulet of her arousal poured down her legs—even trying to close them, as they attempted to clamp shut and rub her lips against each other, was for all but naught as Rumble’s hooves held firm preventing her from getting release on her own.

“P-Please—” She mewled into the pillow.

A whisper in her ear: “What was that, sweetheart?”

“I-I want it.”

“You want what?”

“I-I need it.”

Returning to a slow pace, Kettle Corn’s body shivered and burned with the aching need to cum. The agonisingly slow pace as Rumble thrust into her backside, bottomed out, and then slowly pulled back—His balls pressing into her lips each time as he gradually ramped up to full steam.

“Is this what you want?”

Kettle tried to nod, but was caught off guard by a sudden jolt as Rumble shifted into high gear—rapidly fucking her in the ass as fast and hard as he can.

The loud slap, slap, slap of their wet sex and Kettle’s panting was the only thing she heard. A small part of her was still aware that they had to be quiet, but as the streaks of the new morning were beginning to trickle into the cabin, they both new their time was nearly up.

Doubling his efforts again, Rumble leaned into her, ramming his shaft into her ass as hard and as far as it would go, his panting in her ear driving her crazy as Kettle Corn arched her back, meeting him mid-stride.

The slapping of his balls against her lips elicited lewd, muddled, moans from her mouth as she tensed and relaxed, continually teasing every closer to that edge—The pain in her rump was driving her forward—It hurt. So. Fucking. Good.

As Rumble’s breathing became ragged, she could feel his movements becoming more messy and uncoordinated. His balls, no longer slapping against her lips, were riding high as his hooves clamped around her waist.

“Ah—R-Ru—”

“K-Kettle—!” Rumble shouted in his ear as he slammed home, and just as he did so, she was surprised and shocked by a hoof pressing into her pussy and rubbing rapidly.

As Rumble gasped and came, Kettle Corn went off like a volcano. Her legs closed on the hoof like a vice, her whole body clamping around Rumble, milking his shaft whilst she shot what must have been gallons into the already soaked bed.

“AH-“ Her moan was muffled by the pillow as she bit down on it hard—shaking and trembling as she came, and then came again—and then her orgasm had an orgasm as the flood of seed spilled out from her ass, squeezed by the force of her pelvic muscles spasming.

And then.

As fast as it had began. It was over.

The two slopped into a panting heap, tangled in the bed’s sheets. Rumble atop her with his wings covering spread and limp, whilst Kettle Corn lay face-down in the pillow. Panting and heart racing.

Every part of her ached. Her ass hurt—There was a fresh trickle of fluids as Rumble’s shaft retracted from her, coating her flanks with a streak of his seeds—her muscles screamed, and her pussy moaned.

Rumble smacked his lips.

“I hope that was...”

With a deep sigh, fatigue came to her and she was welcomed into Luna’s gentle embrace.

“...well worth the wait...”