Chapter 9 - Lust

“Anon, I… I think I’m in love with you.”

Well, there goes your plan for a quick escape.

“Um…”

“Haha, we knew it!” Pound Cake exclaims, pointing. “You two DO have a crush on each other!”

“C’mon Pound, let’s go watch from a safe distance, don’t wanna get between the two lovebirds, y’know…” Pumpkin Cake winks at her brother, before they both quickly speed up the stairs, peering down at the two of you from the railing.

C’mon dude, say something!

“Well, uh… this is a bit sudden…”

She perks up and quickly responds. “Look, I know all about your problems you had with Applejack a while back! But…” she pauses for a moment, “You shouldn’t let one bad relationship ruin the rest! That was years ago, wasn’t it?”

You know, she has a point… still…

“Scoots…” You walk up to her, and kneel down. “Scoots, you’re like, one of the coolest mares I know, really you are. But…” You place a hand on her head. “I just… don’t think of you in that way. You’re like a younger sister to me, y’know?”

She looks at you with huge eyes, her mouth opening slightly in silence, before speaking once again. “B-but… I don’t!” she exclaims, stepping away and out from under your hand. “I’ve… I’ve only just been able to realize my feelings for you were this strong, Anon…”

“I understand, Scoots, but I just-”

“But what? You don’t feel the same way?” She begins to quiver her lower lip a bit, her eyes welling up with small traces of liquid.

Oh man, not that… You hate when they do that…

“But Anon…”

You quickly reach forward to her, cupping her face in your hands. “Now listen, Scoots. You and Dash are probably the two mares that I hang out with the most. I don’t want something like this to come between-”

“Dash? Wait, Anon, are you…!” she gasps, stepping back even further, almost out of the shop. “D-do you have a crush on Dash?!”

“What?! No, of course not!” You’re losing her Anon, c’mon! Do something!

“Scoots, I’m just not searching for anyone to be with like… that, right now. Please, understand and respect that. You’re one of the closest friends I have; I don’t want that fact to come between our friendship…” You hold out your hand to her. “Please, Scoots. Don’t force me to make a decision I’m not ready or willing to make.”

You can see the look in her eye. It’s the same look Applejack had, all those years back; that a mixture of pain, anxiety, disappointment… it was almost too much for even you to bear.

But, slowly, you see that look begin to fade, and she closes her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. “…Yeah. I understand, Anon… I’m sorry I even brought it up, I honestly don’t know what came over me…”

You put on a smile, outstretching your hand even further. “C’mon, Scoots. Want me to get you something too? Maybe a cupcake? A brownie?”

She looks up at you, smiles for a moment, but then her gaze shifts to the side a bit. “…No thanks. I think I’ll be fine on my own. I need…” she pauses for a moment, looking down and then back at you, “I need to think this over.”

You smile genuinely now. At least she was seeing reason now; good work, Anon! Lucky break, there. “Sure, Scoots.”

“I’ll… I’ll see ya tomorrow then, Anon?” she asks, turning around to leave the shop.

“Yeah. We’ll head out to the lake or something. You’ll like that, right?”

She has an almost distant look about her, but she remains smiling. “Yeah…” she mutters, outstretching her wings. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, then…”

And with that, she lifts into the air, flying off into the distance.

“Wow… that was pretty heavy…” you hear Pinkie’s voice, and you see her staring at you, elbow on the counter, munching on a cupcake.

“W-what?! You were here the whole time?!”

“Nope! Just for that little ending bit. Something about ‘taking her to the lake’? Wow Anon, didn’t know you were so attached to a mare like that,” she winks at you, taking another bite out of the cupcake. “Or that you liked taking them to secluded areas like that…”

“It’s not like that, not at all! And- wait, are you eating my cupcake?!”

She stops chewing abruptly, her eyes wandering to the cupcake, then to you, then back to the cupcake, before coming back to you with an innocent grin. “Maaaaybe…”

“C’mon Pinkie, that was mine!”

She grins, puckering her lips at you. “C’mon Anon! You can still taste the chocolate…”

“Ugh, c’mon Pinkie, really? After all that just happened?”

She giggles, wiping her mouth with her hoof. “Heehee! Sorry Anon, but it was almost too much to resist. Here!” she sets the half-eaten cupcake on the counter. “You can have the rest, and I’ll get ya a new one!”

She gets up and hops off to the back room, and you take this opportunity to sneak the half-eaten cupcake into the trash before she returns a few moments later with a fresh cupcake. “So Anon… do you really like Scootaloo, then?”

You sigh, taking the fresh cupcake from Pinkie, leaning against the counter before taking a bite. It’s so delicious, but right now with everything that’s happened you can’t even fully enjoy it…

“I don’t know, Pinkie…” You close your eyes, letting the chocolate-y goodness do its best to swallow up all of the drama that occurred here today.

“I just don’t know…”

He doesn’t love you.

Why should he? The way you acted just then, the way you tried to force yourself upon him…

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why can’t you do anything right?!

You storm into the treehouse, slamming the door behind you before pounding your hooves onto the floor. “Why did I do that?! I blew my chance! Stupid Scootaloo, why did I even consider it in the first place?!”

You slam your hooves down, tears in your eyes, before falling on your stomach in a heap of tears. “A-and… even after Rainbow Dash told me she would help me…” You look up at the poster on your wall of the rainbow-maned pegasus.

Just staring at it… the proud smile on her face… it fills you with anger.

“You said you would help me! Well?! Where’s your help now?!”

You let out a battle cry as you lunge for the poster, ripping it off of its place on the wall, leaving behind a few torn paper shreds and a much cleaner wall as you crumple it up and proceed to slam your hooves as hard as you can against the crumpled paper. “WHY?! WHY DIDN’T YOU HELP?! YOU SAID YOU WOULD!”

After a minute or two, you begin to slow down your punches… Tears streaming down your face, you slowly fall to the side, sobbing.

“Why... why didn’t he say yes? I did everything right, I know I did…”

You close your eyes, hugging yourself tightly into a curled position on the floor. As you lay there, you begin going through the situation again in your head…

He said he wasn’t ready to make a decision. Why was that? That would mean that, at some point, he would have considered the idea of taking things further…

“So… so there’s a chance that he still…”

Of course, that’s the only explanation!

“Oh Anon… you’re just playing hard to get!” You grin to yourself, and giggle shakily, still recovering from your sobbing fit from earlier. “Alright, looks like I just need to keep trying! Don’t worry, Anon, I’m a resilient little mare…” You giggle again, hugging yourself tightly and rolling over onto your back. “You can take your time, but you shouldn’t keep a mare waiting…”

…Why are you saying these things?

They’re so… not you, but…

They feel REALLY good to say…

And they’re making you feel all warm and giggly…

You look down at your body, smiling. “One day, Anon will show me what it really feels like… what it feels like to be with someone…” You slip your hooves down your stomach, pressing your tongue against the back of your teeth in excitement and anticipation.

You felt so good last night… could you do it again?

Worth a shot.

You bring your front hooves down between your back legs, letting out a light gasp when your hooves touch your sensitive parts…

You had learned a lot in school about it, and a few conversations with other mares ended up sometimes going to the subject, but outside of that you didn’t really have any idea what you were doing right now. All you knew was it felt really good…

You press a bit harder, brushing your hooves against your other set of lips even more, enticing another excited gasp from you. “C’mon Anon… you do love me, don’t you?” You close your eyes, envisioning his body towering over yours, his arms holding you tightly in a loving embrace…

His warmth, his strength, his entire presence… it’s driving you to new heights.

You let out a relaxed moan of pleasure, your lower legs twitching a bit as you continue rubbing your hooves between your hind legs. “Just a little more, Anon… just a little more and we’ll…!” You let out another gasp as you brush over an especially sensitive spot near the top. “Oh yeah… Anon, right there, do it right there!”

You start panting as your hooves rub the spot mercilessly, the image of Anon looking down at you with a loving, yet playful face…

And those eyes… you just can’t get enough of them…

You roll over onto your stomach, picking up your lower half with your hind legs. Despite their trembling heavily from the experience, you manage to lift up just enough…

“Do it, Anon! We’ll be together at last!” You reach under yourself, still rubbing furiously against your sensitive spot.

The image of Anonymous shakes his head from side to side, leaning down to you. “I’m going to drive you wild first. You have to prove you can handle me…”

“Yes! Yes Anon, I’m ready! I can handle it, I promise!”

He shakes his head again. “Not yet, Scoots…”

You can’t stop rubbing at this point; it’s almost unbearable NOT to. “I-I can’t live without you, Anon! I need you…”

You finally can’t take any more; you let out a loud, gasping moan of pleasure as your body convulses, causing your legs to lose their hoofing and collapse to the floor. Your inner walls shudder and your body loses all sense of control as juices begin flowing slowly out of your sensitive areas…

“A-Anon…” You open your eyes, turning your head to lay it on its side, looking out the window at the full moon. “I… love you, Anon…”

You close your eyes, unable to continue your activities. In the center of the treehouse, you lay collapsed in a blissful heap.

It really sucks that you’ll have to clean up the floor again tomorrow…

End Chapter 9

Author's Note

And so it begins.