Scootashave

Scootaloo stepped back to take a good look at her newly shaved head. She ran a hand over her shiny orange scalp. It was weird. Was that really what her skull looked like? Man, this was going to take some getting used to. She wasn't sure if she liked it, but she didn't quite regret it, so...?

Well, she looked a bit more like a dude than she wanted to. Either that or gayer than Applebloom, which was pretty damn gay. That wasn't ideal. Obviously she hadn't done it to look girly, but she still wanted enough girl to stop people thinking there was a dick in her pants. Dammit, she was going to have to add some makeup wasn't she. It wouldn't have been so bad if she at least had boobs. Everything was one step forward, two steps back in the life of a flat-chested tomboy.

Her first impulse was to snap a picture and send it to Rumble, but she stopped herself just in time. He was in class at the moment, and she wanted to see his reaction herself. She settled for simply texting her boyfriend "Got a surprise for you when you get back 😘"

In the meantime, she swept up the remains of her locks. Some shivers went through her. She hadn't realized how cold having no hair would be. But as she looked again in the mirror wondering if it had been a mistake she liked it more and more. It was cute in it's own way, she thought.

An hour or so of scrolling her phone on the couch later, she heard the front door opening. Rumble had returned from his day at Canterlot University. She put on a sexy pose for him, propping herself up on one arm, lidding her eyes. "Hey babe."

"Uhhhh. What happened to your hair? Y-you don't have cancer do you?"

Why were boys like this? Always jumping straight to the worst reasons for things. "No. I just shaved my head because why the fuck not. What do you think?"

"I, uh..." Stalling for time, he came over and sat on the couch next to her. "I think it looks great." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

It was a fake answer that he was just saying to not piss her off, but she clearly wasn't going to get anything better out of him. Oh Rumble. At least she could count on him saying so if he absolutely hated it.

"So..." Rumble started then paused. "Can I cum on your head?"

Take a warning, ladies, don't fall for "the pull out" trick. If your man pulls out and nuts on your stomach, next he's going to want to nut on your ass. He's going to nut on your tits. He's going to nut on your face. He's going to nut all over you if you give him half a chance. So just use a condom and keep him content nutting in your pussy. In Scootaloo's case it was too late, and it had now come to her head.

Rumble always wanted some action after his day, so she'd been expecting to get laid, but this was blatant even for him. "Really? You go straight from thinking I have cancer to wanting to jizz on my head?"

"I mean, you always make me want to cum." He moved his hand to her butt. "It's a compliment."

She laughed. A compliment! A fucking compliment. well, what the hell, she'd take it. You had to admire a bold attempt like that. And she wasn't going to lie and say she wasn't horny too. Only problem was getting her head cummed on wasn't going to do her any good. But he had a tongue and fingers, he'd take care of her.

To warm up she climbed on top of him and locked her lips with his. He wrapped his big, strong arms around her. Fuck it felt so good to be held like that. His stubble scratching her face, his huge hands gripping her back, his dick getting hard in his pants and pressing into her crotch, the faint hint of sweat that the spring day had been warm enough to bring out.

She got off of him and stripped down. She prided herself on having more of a sense of decency than Sweetie or Applebloom, but they worn her down enough that she didn't have any shame about getting some dick in the living room. And anybody who'd walk into that apartment had already seen her naked. She took her shirt off; there was no bra under it. Next she pulled her shorts down. That part was already bald. Her hand was impatient and rubbed her mound a bit.

She knelt and Rumble stood. Neither of them had actually mentioned a blowjob, they'd been together long enough they didn't need to. Rumble liked them obviously, and Scootaloo actually enjoyed sucking cock as well. He dropped his own pants, letting his handsome grey cock spring free. He wasn't shaved, but he kept himself trimmed to keep the blowjobs coming. She looked up, locking eyes with him as she leaned forward to kiss the tip of his penis. She loved that warmth on her lips.

She grabbed his shaft and put it in her mouth. She felt his hands on the sides of her head. The sensation of the warmth of his palms on her scalp without any hair to insulate was great. She'd never cared much for having her hair petted, but this was different somehow, an unexpected perk. It was safer for him too, she'd warmed him exactly once not to try pulling on her hair when she was down here or she'd start using teeth.

She sucked and slurped and swirled her tongue. All the while she watched his face and listened to his breath. She'd never admit it, but she was always hoping for him to moan or whisper "good girl." It drove her wild even though she wasn't normally submissive. But making her man feel good like that felt pretty damn good itself. She rubbed his now slick cock on her cheek and nose. She wrapped her lips around it again and bobbed her head.

"Scoot, I'm gonna—"

She pulled off and bowed her head. She kept her hand raised up jerking him off to the finish. Her eyes were closed, but she felt the hot cum splatter all over her scalp. Rumble groaned deeply. The goo on her head was not very appealing, but the sound of his orgasm made her heart race.

"Shiiit. That was good." Rumble staggered backwards and dropped down onto the couch. "Now that's a good look on you."

"I'm sure it is," Scootaloo said sarcastically. She was not exactly eager to look for herself, just to get some paper towels. She started for the bathroom, but spun around with a much better idea. "Hey, do you mind helping clean this mess up?" She sashayed back to him and got on the couch on her hands and knees. "Lick off, big boy."

"But that's gross!"

They had this conversation every damn time she tried to kiss him after a blowjob. "If it's so gross, why the fuck did you put it all over my head!?" She could feel it starting to cool and run down her head.

"Fine, fine." He bent over to lick her scalp.

She'd mostly done it as a kind of payback, but she found herself enjoying the sensation of his tongue up there. So wet and hot. "Mmmmm that's good." She reached a hand down to her pussy, which was sopping wet at this point. Rumble licked and kissed her head all over while she played with herself. Dammit, she was going to let him do this again wasn't she. It was worth it though, all the previous action had gotten her nice and ready for an easy orgasm.

She snuggled up in his lap afterwards. "Not gonna lie, that was a good idea."

"I'll say," Rumble replied. He ran his hand over her head. "Your head tastes kind of funny though."