Reminiscing

by treetoptrooper

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance
Length: 5184

It's grad night in Ponyville, and a pegasi couple think back on how they first met...

It's not really foalcon, they've grown up a bit (at least 14 years old now). Don't get scared away, guys!

It's finally graduation night in Ponyville, and a young pegasi couple think back on how they first met and got to know each other. It wasn't exactly your normal, every day average way to meet up…

Teenage Scootaloo x Rumble

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-18 21:20:01 UTC

How We Met

It was grad night in Ponyville.

Ah yes, grad night. It was the night that all teenage ponies looked forward to when near that age – it was the night that they would finally escape high school and get to move up in the world to the milestone of freedom. Nothing could damper the spirits of the young ponies who participated at the graduation ceremonies and the countless parties.

Of course, the time that followed after the graduation and prom-ish party parts was even more exciting than this. Graduate ponies would literally bounce throughout the dark streets all night long, doing things that they had always wondered about since they were young – trying out their first sips of alcohol, doing bigger pranks than before, and performing stupid dares. It was pretty much the celebration of their new freedom in a bit of an extreme way.

High school was a strange time for the young ponies. The students there didn’t have the stature of grown ponies, but were somewhere in between foal and adult that kept them at an awkward size average. There weren’t many ponies of the graduate age this year in Ponyville, so not many were seen up and about. It was a form of puberty, but even more rare and stranger to see. One of the only times that they were really seen around was in their senior years around this time, and now was the time if you wanted to see them. They were darting through the night doing whatever they pleased, as long as it wouldn’t get them into too much trouble in the morning.

But for one couple these pointless pleasures were hardly anything.

On a puffy light grey cloud high above the darkness that was Ponyville laid two pegasi; one male and the other female. The colt had a midnight black mane and a grey coat that nearly matched the cloud, while the filly had a radiant orange coat and a dark purple mane. They lay side by side on the cloud, staring up at the starry night sky pulled out by the Princess of the Night and listening to the songs of the crickets far below. A cool breeze blew over them both, but the warmth of their bodies together kept their temperatures balanced.

“So Scoots, do you remember how we met?”

“C’mon Rumble, don’t get into the mushy stuff. We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves tonight, not getting in on the old cheesy stuff - and of course I do, it wasn’t that much of a big story anyways.”

“For me it was, I’m not sure where you were. And weren’t you the one who started…?”

“Shut up, you. That’s the past.”

Rumble had always had his eye on Scootaloo – mostly because of her being kind of an oddball, but also because she was a pretty filly. Most of his friends had known her as that tomcolt filly with the sick mum all the time, and that’s just what she was. Scoots was into the extreme sports as a hobby and had an ill mother who always stayed at home, so their definition was pretty accurate.

For himself, Rumble had always known her as that poor little filly with barely a family. He pitied her more than he should have, really – no one else but her friends really worried about her as much as he did, and that was just what made him think about how uncaring his classmates were. Scoots always seemed in a good mood to Rumble, and he thought that she could be a perfect good friend. During just a simple group project in their first year of high school was when he got to witness this first-hoof.

It had been a bright spring day over the far-off Ponyville High School, which sat just on the outskirts of Ponyville and housed not even a hundred students. Not a single cloud was in the sky due to the hard work of the pegasi, and inside of the jacked-up school house stood a teacher in front of her class.

“Alright class, this next project will be a group effort and will make up most of your grade in this English unit aside from exams. I have assigned you all partners, and together you will work during your free time to write a ten-page story and hand it in by the end of April. It will be a mixed activity, and you have all been paired with a pony of the opposite gender.” The brown-maned school teacher pulled up a chart with the names of the class on it to the front of the room and the students quickly filed up to see who they were with.

Most of the ponies hoped to be with their friends, a sibling, or even a crush for the project, and in turn most of them were disappointed by the results. The students slowly stumbled away from the front of the room, giving the last colt in the line a chance to see who he was with.

GROUP #13 – DIAMOND TIARA & FEATHERWEIGHT

GROUP #14 – SILVER SPOON & SNAILS PACE

GROUP #15 – SCOOTALOO & RUMBLE LANE

GROUP #16 – DINKY HOOVES & SNIPS SCISSORS

Rumble had mixed feelings about his partner. He turned to look over his shoulder at the orange pegasus filly who he had been paired up with and saw her talking with the two fillies who she usually spoke with, most likely complaining about the project. Rumble had never really gotten to know Scootaloo; all he knew was that she couldn’t be separated from those two other ponies and had still hadn’t gotten her Cutie Mark over all these years. Not only that, but she had abnormally weak wings and had only recently gained the strength required to fly.

Maybe this was the time to finally make a new friend? Only time would tell.

“Hey Scootaloo.”

The filly spun around to see Rumble sheepishly grinning at her, obviously a bit nervous. “Hey Rumble.” With that she turned back to talking with her friends.

Has she even been paying attention?

Rumble cleared his throat in a fruitless attempt to get her to listen. “Scootaloo, we’ve been paired up for the next English assignment.”

“Yeah yeah, I know.” She didn’t even turn around when she said it.

This isn’t gonna be a good project if this keeps up.

“Hey Scoots, we’re partners for a big assignment!” Rumble called, raising his voice to get her attention.

Scootaloo twirled around, annoyance evident in her blazing purple eyes. “What did you just call me?”

“I call you Scoots, alright? For the next fifteen minutes we’ve gotta do some planning, you know,” he replied, equally annoyed with his partner.

She didn’t respond for a few seconds. “Don’t call me Scoots, buddy.”

“Whatever you want, but we’ve gotta start working on this.”

With an exasperated sigh Scootaloo whipped out a piece of paper and pencil, and so the project began. For the next while Scootaloo paced and spouted ideas and Rumble took them down, and soon they had a concrete storyline in the makings. Once the two pegasi had put aside their personal differences they started to find out that they had very similar tracks of mind, which would definitely help with the quality of their story – sort of.

“And then Discord could be all like ‘But I’ve changed, you don’t get it!’”

“Yeah, and then Celestia would be like ‘Yeah right, Discord! You’re the source of all these earthquakes!’”

“Then they’d drag him away and he’d be all “You’re making a mistake, Celestia! It’s not me, it’s my evil brother…!’”

“Earthquakeord!”

Rumble looked up from the page he had begun to write to see Scootaloo standing on top of the desk with a triumphant shine in her eyes and her hoof in the air. “Earthquakeord? That’s weak.”

Noticing that she was on the desk, Scootaloo quickly hopped off. “What do you suggest then?” she asked impatiently.

“Why not… Terrar!” Rumble suggested, raising his hooves high. “It’s like ‘terra’, which means earth, combined with ‘terror’!”

“Pfft, that’s too complicated. Why not something simple like… Drocsid!”

“Perfect! You’re a genius, Scootaloo! He’d look just like Discord, but with big fluorescent horns and he’d be made out of jewels and he’d have a big bad moustache and…”

“Yes! He’s totally original, right?”

“Right! Totally original!”

“Anyways, so Discord would be like ‘You’re making a mistake! It’s not me, it’s my evil brother Drocsid!’”

“And then Drocsid would burst in through the door and be like ‘Muhahahaha! I am Drocsid, and I’ve been creating these earthquakes all along! Now I’m invincible and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!”

“Totally! And then…”

The weeks passed by and over time Rumble and Scootaloo’s totally original character’s story grew longer and longer (albeit not improving in the plot elements part). By the time it was the beginning of April their story was at least fifteen pages, five more than they should have had.

They weren’t done there. Rumble would periodically meet up with Scootaloo in the old CMC clubhouse out by Sweet Apple Acres, a good place to be alone so they could think up even more original ideas for their story. Scootaloo’s friends Applebloom and Sweetie Bell seemed to be preoccupied with their own projects most of the time, leaving them the whole clubhouse to themselves. They continued to work on it, not even thinking of it as an assignment anymore – instead they saw it as an opportunity to have all the fun with their imaginations that they wanted.

The two also became closer friends through the project, and Scootaloo found the time she spent with Rumble rivalling that of the time she spent with her other friends. She was always spouting out new information and her scribe quickly added it to their story, and by now she was joking that maybe her Cutie Mark’s special talent was getting original ideas. Unfortunately for Rumble, Scootaloo still wouldn’t let him call her Scoots after all this time.

It was one of these days in the clubhouse when everything changed between the two young ponies. During the last week of April, one of the last times they had to work on the story before the deadline, Scootaloo made a strange suggestion.

“Hey Rumble, I think I want to try something out with our writing,” she claimed as the two entered the clubhouse with the paper and pencils in tow.

Rumble was excited to hear it as he placed their materials at a small desk. “Yeah? What’s that?”

“Well, since our story is nearly finished why don’t we just finish it and then I’ll tell you? I’d like to have it on something other than our project,” she replied.

Rumble nodded, eager to finally finish up their masterpiece of original ideas. They spent the next hour or so continually creating the final battle between Nightshade the Vampire Alicorn, Princess Celestia, and Drocsid. Finally, after a long time of hard work and many broken pencils, the two were finished their story. It was time for Scootaloo to spill the beans on her new idea.

“So Scoots…” Rumble started.

“Scootaloo.”

He chuckled to himself. “Yeah, anyways… what was that idea you were talking about?”

The orange pegasus began to draw circles on the wood floor with her hoof. “Well, I was at Sweetie Bell’s the other day and was waiting for Rarity to finish making her do some cheesy modelling when I decided to go upstairs and sneak around. I ended up in Rarity’s room and started to look around, but I found this weird book under her bed. I read some of it and it was really cool, and I thought that maybe we should try writing something like it.”

Rumble stood up from his seat in excitement. “Yeah? Can I see it?”

Scootaloo nodded and pulled a small black book out from a saddlebag that lay on the floor, and it moved too fast for Rumble to see the title. She placed it gingerly onto the floor of the clubhouse and flipped it open. “I haven’t finished reading it yet, but a bunch of the reviews in the back of the book said that they loved a certain part. I’m gonna find it and we’re gonna read it,” she said and waved him towards her.

The two young ponies sat on the floor with their heads almost touching as Scootaloo quickly flipped through the pages of the book. “Say, what’s this book called anyways?” Rumble asked, his curiosity nearly peaking at this point.

“Not sure, I’ve been too busy reading it to find out,” Scootaloo said with a bright smile. She only got that smile when she was gonna lay something really big on him, so Rumble was prepared for whatever was in the book’s pearly white pages.

Soon Scootaloo placed her hoof into a page somewhere in Chapter 13. The two peered into the book and began to read it to themselves.

My whole body felt hot as Ace stood over me, his strong hooves pressed down around my head. I was feeling unbelievably shaky and hoped that he was going to be gentle – this was my first time after all.

“Scootaloo, what is thi-“

“Shh, I want to find out what happens to Damsel. From what I’ve read so far they just escaped from Ace’s long lost brother's gang on a boat in the jungle.”

“I love you Ace, but I’m not sure if I want to do this,” I said, beginning to think back on my choices. I felt his warm body touching mine and instantly shut up – I needed to do this, no matter what my mind was saying to me.

“You’ll be alright, Damsel. Trust me, you’ll be thankful for this,” Ace cooed in my ear, slowly caressing my horn. I felt a dash of energy every time he touched it, and I couldn’t help but quietly groan at the pleasure I was feeling. I knew what lay behind my rump, and I needed it inside of me now.

I wrapped my hoof around my stallion’s neck lovingly. “Do it. I need you in me, Ace.”

Rumble’s reading was interrupted when he noticed Scootaloo’s breathing intensifying. He could see a bit of sweat on her fur and her mouth was hanging open like she had just been exercising. The small wings on her back were also beginning to slowly unfurl and stand straight. “Are you okay, Scootaloo?” he asked.

The pegasus licked her lips to wet them and turned to Rumble. “Oh Celestia, I’ve never read anything that’s made me feel like this before…” she sighed, her breathing still heavy. “The parts of the book that I read were full of adventure and thrills, not this.”

For some reason the sight of her in such a weakened and humbled state made a fire start to burn in Rumble’s stomach that he had never felt before this. Now his wings were opening as well, but he hadn’t even wanted them to. Scootaloo’s half-lidded eyes and panting breath – he felt like she wanted something from him. Something that only he could give to her.

“What’s this book doing to us?” Rumble asked her, he himself starting to feel sweaty and hot. “It sounds like it’s about…” he hesitated before saying it. “M-mating, right? That stuff that Miss Cheerilee taught us about before we moved to the middle school?”

Scootaloo nodded breathlessly and turned back to the book. “I’ve gotta read more of this… I like what I’m feeling, and I need more…”

Rumble followed her lead. “Me too…”

His raging erection was so big! It filled me right up, and I felt like I was somehow being plugged. It was a great feeling, even better than when he had touched my horn like that. With a quick thrust of his hips he plunged deeper into me, and I couldn’t help but cry out in pure ecstasy.

Scootaloo suddenly gasped out loud, turning Rumble’s attention back to her. One of her hooves was arched underneath herself and up right between her legs, and she was slowly rubbing that spot back and forth. The sight made Rumble choke on his own spit – was she doing what he thought she was? Whatever it was, it sure was making him feel strange. The sight of it made that feeling in his chest from before intensify, and now he was noticing something happening between his own legs.

His ‘member’ as Cheerilee had once explained years earlier, normally sheathed and virtually out of sight, was slowly revealing itself and… growing. Rumble was a bit frightened, but couldn’t stop watching it point its way up. He turned back to Scootaloo and saw that she was still rubbing herself, this time her head was hardly even focused on the book anymore. Now she had her cheek pressed into the floor and was staring right at Rumble – more specifically at what was coming out from the fur of his belly.

“Rumble… let me have a look at that…” she sighed.

He felt virtually unable to decline the offer and turned over, his chest heaving deeply as he watched Scootaloo slink over to him. Taking him by surprise, she placed a hoof beside his member and slowly ran it up the side of it as if she were examining some lost form of art. It made Rumble feel unbelievably good and he couldn’t help but arch his back a little. “Scootaloo, that felt way too good… could you do it again?”

Satisfied with what she had done, Scootaloo slid over into a more comfortable position to continue running her hooves along his shaft. As Rumble watched her do so he saw something that was out of place – a slick, glimmering pink spot in between her legs was perfectly revealed, and he came to the conclusion that it was probably her ‘nether regions’ that Ms. Cheerilee had once spoken of. This was the perfect opportunity to get a shot at making her feel the same way that he was, but just couldn’t seem to get his hooves around his own body and reach hers. Instead, he decided to just try using the next best thing.

Scootaloo let out a harsh gasp and spread her legs instinctively when she felt Rumble’s tongue make contact with her loins, surprised by his movement on her. In return she decided to try the same thing, giving his stallionhood a quick lick that made his whole body clench up. Neither of them were really fans of the taste of each other, so their foreplay was very quick and rapid. They went at it like this for a while, continuously stimulating each other’s’ privates with their mouths and watching the reactions. They didn’t talk with each other much the whole time, but eventually Rumble spoke up.

“Scootaloo, is this right?” he asked.

The pegasus arched her back in pleasure soon after he asked. “Yeah, that feels right… it feels great…”

The other pegasus turned to look her in the eyes. “No, I mean is this right? Should we be doing this? Aren’t we a bit young to start mating?” he reluctantly stopped her from touching his member any more as he spoke up.

Scootaloo rolled over slightly, rubbing her vag in between her legs and groaning in pleasure. “Who says we’re actually mating? Isn’t this called… foreplay or something?”

“I guess you’re right...” Rumble admitted, standing up from his spot on shaking legs. His erection was now wet with Scootaloo’s saliva and felt unnaturally cool to him. “We haven’t actually made any contact private-to-private...”

“Do you want to try it out? It’s the perfect time, y’know,” his orange friend panted as she stood up too.

Rumble was a bit stunned by the sight of Scootaloo. He could tell she was trying to keep her fiery tomboy attitude on, but her weak and submissive side was showing. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her knees were wobbly, but the burning hunger in her eyes put the icing on the cake. Her body was twisted at such an angle that her clit was presented between her firm cheeks but she could still give Rumble that husky glare that she was doing. She slowly approached the grey stallion and lightly pressed her nose against his, her soft purple tail swirling up around his side. “Please, Rumble. I want you so badly.”

He was petrified at that instant. A sexy, lustful pony was close in proximity and wanted nothing more than to have his cock inside of her. He was afraid to do any actual mating in fear of doing something wrong or making anyone angry, but she was just so steaming hot and wanted him so badly…

“Let’s do it,” he said, confidence returning to him.

Scootaloo sighed melodiously, and it was music to Rumble’s ears. It gave him a feeling of peace rather than that fiery passion from before, and in some ways felt a million times better.

She pulled her head away from his and planted herself on the ground, rump up in the air. He instinctively knew what to do and stood over her, his hooves just by her head. His throbbing member almost hurt from how horny he was, and now was the time to fix that pain.

“Make sure you get it in the right hole…” Scootaloo warned him, causing him to hesitate. What did she mean the right hole? Fillies had more than one? He had never thought he understood the opposite sex, but this was getting ridiculous.

In the end he decided to guess – lucky for him it seemed to be the right hole, as his stallionhood slid right into a slippery hole and felt nice and snug around it. It was a bit of a struggle on the way in, and it seemed like Scootaloo had noticed.

“What did you do? That hurt a lot!” she complained, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Rumble thought he knew what he had done, so he decided to break it to her. “I think I ‘popped your cherry’, Scootaloo.”

“What does that mean?”

“I have no idea, I just remember that once my big bro Thunderlane said it once.”

In all of the recent excitement Rumble moved forwards a bit, as did his member. It went further into Scootaloo, causing her to cry out again.

“Did I do it again?” he asked.

The filly he stood over licked her lips in anticipation. “No. that felt really good… how did you do that?”

“I just did this,” Rumble thrust in again, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. “No way that’s natural! There’s just no way! Not all sex can feel this good!” he said, somehow doubting how good this whole experience was feeling.

“Shut up and ride me, Rumble!” Scootaloo commanded, her voice more husky than angry. “I need to have your big cock inside of me, and I won’t take no for an answer.”

He tried doing it again, causing the pony below him to lose her grip and smack the side of her face against the wooden floor. She seemed to have no problem with it, so he continued to pump his shaft into her. With each push of his hips she let out another erotic moan, spurring Rumble to keep pleasing his wonderful filly. Being in control of her made him feel powerful and strong, a way that he had never really been able to feel before this. Those moans she was making made him feel like a god who needed to help please his subjects – in this case Scootaloo.

Rumble loved the feeling of Scootaloo’s body when pressed onto his. She was curvy in all the right places with a nice athletic body that had developed over the years of fruitless attempts to fly. The normal fur that coated most of her lovely body was mysteriously soft and a bit like suede, but it was really her mane that did it all. It had a silky velvety texture that he just couldn’t resist mushing his muzzle deep into as he pounded the owner. It smelled a bit like spring, but spicier and a bit more bitter. He couldn’t put his hoof on just what the smell was, but it sure was nice.

Scootaloo’s moans suddenly became a bit more violent, snapping Rumble out of his dreamland and sending the wave of feelings at him that he had missed while zoned out. The filly below him was nearly screaming at the feelings that she was having, and Rumble himself had to struggle to keep himself from shouting too. The way that her tight insides clenched around his erection felt so natural and… good. It was like he was meant to do this, and if he was then he was fine with that.

“I wanna confess something!” Scootaloo eventually piped up.

“Will it ruin this?”

“I don’t think so…”

“Then fire away.”

She paused for a while, the only sound in the clubhouse being the smacking of Rumble’s hips into her rump. “Rumble I, uh… I think I’ve fallen in love with you!”

He nodded and took a deep breath. “Same here, I think I love you too, Scootaloo!”

“Then show me how much you love me and I’ll show you how much I love you!” With that final challenge Scootaloo got back onto her hooves and started to ferociously push her rump back to meet with his cock, the two colliding halfway and plunging even further into her than it had before. Rumble grabbed her by the head in one hoof and turned her head to face his, planting a big wet kiss on her lips. She gladly returned it, her tongue eventually managing to slither into his mouth and have a friendly war with his own. Neither of them had really done a full out sensual one before, so they just kinda played with each other via the mouths. Their tongues danced around each other as they kissed and pumped, and the feeling of it all was just incredible. Scootaloo mumbled something into their kiss, but it was too muffled for Rumble to really understand.

Soon both pegasi began to feel a climax coming over the horizon, so they began to move even faster than they had before. Now Rumble’s knees ached and he knew that he couldn’t last much longer, but it seemed like Scootaloo was having similar problems. With a sudden shake she stopped moving her hips back to meet her colt’s to rear her head up and scream at the sky as her body was rocked by an orgasm. Just seeing her feel so good and hearing that wonderful scream pushed Rumble over the edge and he too felt himself growl in feral pleasure and bare his teeth at the feeling shooting through his body. Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind that he had just blown his load inside of her and simple gasped as she felt the semen dripping out and down her leg.

The filly’s voice was shaky as she spoke. “Rumble… this has been the best assignment ever…”

“Agreed...” With that Rumble toppled, his warm body slowly falling down onto Scootaloo’s. His head lay on top of hers, and they laid in that position for quite a while. They were still joined at the base, his now flaccid member laying inside of her even after their sexual fun. It was so warm and comfortable there that neither of them wanted to move. For now the two new lovers lay together on the wooden floor of the old clubhouse, quietly chatting to each other. Unfortunately, the moment just couldn’t last.

“What time is it?” Scootaloo finally asked.

Rumble looked up to the clock on the wall. “It’s quarter-past six.” Soon after he was hurriedly shoved and pushed in a futile attempt to lift him off.

“I promised that I’d go meet with Apple Bloom and Sweetie Bell fifteen minutes ago, Rumble! I’ve gotta get going before it’s too late and they get mad!” Scootaloo pleaded, eventually finally getting out from underneath her stallion friend.

“Sorry Scootaloo, I didn’t know you had an appointment,” Rumble apologized as he stood up. “I’ll take all our stuff back to my place, just go see your friends.”

Scootaloo quickly hugged Rumble. “Thanks. Are we gonna meet up tomorrow?”

Rumble gave her a friendly smile. “Sure thing, but I’d rather you didn’t bring that book next time.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want us to be friends with benefits, alright? I want to be real friends.”

It took her a while, but Scootaloo eventually nodded. “Okay.” She quickly left the clubhouse, looking over her shoulder at Rumble for a second beforehoof.

“See you later, Scoots,” Rumble waved. He was thrilled when he got no backlash for that, but instead got a playful giggle.

“You’re lucky I didn't get you pregnant, Scoots.”

“Hey! I was just enjoying the moment and you had to bring that up!”

Rumble chuckled a bit. “Pregnant or not I would’ve stayed with you.”

The two rolled over on the cloud, their noses pressed close and hooves touching. For now they just stared into each other’s eyes, dark blue on brilliant purple. “This is so cheesy… but it’s so great,” Scootaloo commented, gaze still planted on Rumble’s eyes. He could only nod in approval, as his mind was beginning to wander to another subject.

“Scoots, have we ever tried anything on a cloud before?” he asked, totally ruining the mood.

She sat up and looked out at the vast countryside. “Not that I can remember…” When she turned back to look at Rumble he was gone, off messing around with some clouds and packing them down onto the one she was on.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting us some more room.”

Scootaloo watched Rumble for a while, but eventually lost track of where he was in the mess of torn clouds he had created. She peered around for a bit and even started to hop from cloud to cloud as she looked for him, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Without a word he came up from behind and grabbed her, making her squeal in surprise. “Rumble! Don’t do that!”

“Sorry, it was just too easy,” the grey pegasus laughed and sat down beside her.

There was a quiet pause between their next exchange of words. “So Rumble… about what you said earlier.”

“You really are pregnant?"

“No you hayhead, about trying it out on a cloud."

“Right, so what about it?”

“Could we?”

Rumble couldn’t resist it: the sultry look creeping into Scootaloo’s eyes, the way she slowly turned her tail back and forth, her tongue circling around her lips. “Sure, why not.”

As he lay down beside Scootaloo he decided to say it one last time…

“I love you, Scoots.”

“I love you too, Rumble.”