Hurt

4. Hair of the Filly

You ran back to your shack after you left Derpy's house. There is something seriously wrong with you. You know what you're doing is terrible. But it's also so...

Fun.

You sit inside your shack, waiting. >But nothing happens. Walking into your kitchen, you grab a few bottles of hard cider. You quickly down a few. With a good buzz going on, you decide to go to sleep.

You are pulled from your rest the next morning by loud knocking at your door. Oh shit. Oh fuck. You are so screwed.

"Anonymous! Open up!"

Wait. You know that voice. You walk from your bedroom to the door and open it.

"Oh. Hey, Scootaloo."

Scootaloo came to visit every now and then. You're not really sure why. You think it's partly because you're so weird and foreign, that someone as young as her would be interested someone as different as you. But it's mostly because she wants your food. You don't think she has a home.

"So what's up with you today?" she asks with a smile.

You're emotionally tormented and slightly hungover.

"I'm fine."

She looks around your kitchen.

"Already eat breakfast?"

She looks like she's trying not to show disappointment.

"I haven't had any yet. Let me get changed and I'll make something for us."

She perks up.

"Awesome! Can I have a soda while I wait?"

"Sure," you reply through a yawn. "Knock yourself out."

You wake up from a clatter in your kitchen. Fuck. You must have sat down on your bed and went back to sleep. Looking at the sun out the window, you estimate you've been out maybe a half hour. So what's Scootaloo doing? She must have gotten tired of waiting and is trying to make the food herself. You rush into the kitchen, expecting a fire and food everywhere. Instead you see Scootaloo bumbling around the room, with empty bottles over the floor. Wait a minute. This isn't soda. She got into your cider.

She turns and sees you in the doorway.

"Anomomous! I feel funny!" She slurs.

Wow, she's completely trashed.

"Wha... whas goin on?"

She retches. You quickly grab her and take her outside. She's sick all over your walkway, but it's better than your kitchen floor. Deciding you can't just leave her like this, you take her inside and lay her on your bed. You bring her a glass of water. She's so wasted she can't even hold the glass on her own.

"Thank youuuuu." She slurs, then starts laughing.

"Laugh it up, kid." you think. " You won't find it so funny when the hangover hits."

"You're a... good friend, you know? One of my only friends."

She starts to sniffle. Oh boy. You gently put your hand on her hoof. You want to say something to make her feel better, but you really can't think of anything. This will do.

"You know, Amomous, I've always kind of liked you."

What.

"You're kind of cute for a alien."

What.

She drunkenly climbs to her feet and tries to strike a sexy pose. She's wobbling everywhere. She's been watching Rainbow Dash far too much.

"Like what you see?"

What are these kids learning nowadays? What are these kids learning nowadays?

"Go to sleep."

She doesn't seem happy about it. But, you sit and gently stroke her mane, and soon enough, she's out like a light. Time to clean up the kitchen. It's not too bad; a few empty bottles of cider, and a few things knocked askew. It only takes a few minutes.

Several few hours later, you hear a loud groan from your room. A few seconds later, a disheveled Scootaloo stumbles out.

"What happened? My head hurts and I feel sick."

"You got into my cider."

She looks down, ashamed.

"I'm really sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I just hope you learned a lesson from this."

"Yeah. I'm never drinking again!"

You pour her a glass of water.

"Here, this'll help."

She chugs the glass.

"What do I do now?"

"Go home and rest. Drink lots of water. That's all you can really do."

She walks out your door and down the path. She turns around.

"Thank you, Anonymous. You're a good friend."

You smile.

END

Not really.

God damn it. You TRY to be a good person, really. But then shit like this happens. ou snatch her off the bed and kiss her. She emits a surprised squeal, but does her best to return it. She really has no idea what she's doing. Breaking the kiss, you set her down on the bed. You run your hand down her back and over her flank, causing her to shiver. Tracing your fingers under her tail, you find your quickly moistening target. She lets out a gasp as you enter her with your middle finger. You begin to twist your finger around inside her. Her front legs give out and she gives a shuddering moan. As you slowly work your finger inside her, her gasps and moans become louder and more frequent. Finally, she stiffens and contracts around your finger as she climaxes. She collapses to the bed, her breathing heavy. Ok. Your turn.

You pull your erection through your boxers. Scootaloo stares at it in drunken awe. You flip her over onto her back and pull her underneath you. She lets out a moan as you rub the tip against her slit. You slowly push inside her.

"Ow..."

Damn she's tight. You slowly inch your way in.

"Ow... that hurts, Anomnous..."

"Shhhh."

She stops her protests, but continues to squirm and writhe underneath you. It's a good thing she's drunk, or she'd probably be screaming bloody murder. It's just as well, really. She's so tight you can barely get more than the tip inside her. You reach your climax quickly. You clean her up, and get dressed. It's only about a fifteen minute walk to the CMC clubhouse. You carry her there and lay her on the ground beside it. She should be fine, there.