Case Study 202: A First Time for Everypony
A First Time For Everypony
Case Study 202: Scootaloo
Notes: After leaving Canterlot, I made my way to Ponyville. Unlike the gilded city, the ponyfolk here were far more modest and open. The story on the street was that a local filly had made it to third base with non-other than Rainbow Dash. Plenty of controversy sprung up around the matter, but I, being the perverted enthusiast I pride myself to be, found it to be an essential interview.
Long story short, I needed the facts.
First, I had gone to Rainbow Dash herself to say hi and ask for some of the superficial details. We knew each other from the interview I’d performed last year about her wonderfully erotic adventures with the Wonderbolts at their academy, so she was more than happy to let me in. Unlike Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash was compliant and willing. She boasted freely of her activities, and I couldn’t help but pat the pony on the back.
Later on that day, when Scootaloo arrived at Rainbow Dash’s house, I interviewed her. After some prompting, and a constant trickle of reassurance from her role model, Scootaloo was kind enough to fill in the blanks from her perspective.
I must admit… I was damn proud of that crazy filly. She, just like her hero, would grow to be a good source of information if I was looking for another story.
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Tonight was supposed to be a good night, Nightmare Night, no less, but then the darn wind picked up and it started to storm. I even had my costume prepared and everything! If only my wings were stronger, I’d of gone out there and stopped it. I asked Rainbow Dash if she could, but she explained to me that it was scheduled, and that it’d cause problems if she went out there and stopped it. That made me really sad.
It’s not like I’m scared of the thunder or anything, I’m not a foal any-
The thunder, very close to Dash’s home in the clouds, erupts around me. I dive for cover under the blanket I’ve been hiding-I mean-keeping warm with since the rain had started. The power goes out, and for a moment, panic threatened to overtake me.
In the darkness, I can feel a cool draft creeping across the floor like an ominous fog, as the cloudy foundation was not as insulated as the walls were. I begin to shiver. Then warmth. Dash pulls me close and laughs.
“I thought you said you weren’t a chicken.”
“I’m not scared!” I boast, puffing my chest out and trying to steady my heart. “I’m just cold.” I snuggle in closer to her, reveling in the moment.
I dearly wished that she was my mother.
Maybe she could adopt me…
“Hey, Dash?” I start off hesitantly, fearing anything less than yes.
My idol pulls away from the embrace.
“What’s up, Scoots?” Though I can’t really see her, something tells me that she’s smiling.
“Would you. Um, would you adopt me?”
“A-adopt?” The slight waver in her voice tells me that I’ve taken her off guard.
At this point, I started second guessing my actions.
“I mean, we’ve been hanging out for a while now, and you’ve been teaching me to fly and stuff…” My argument feels extremely mediocre, but I push on, sending my anxiety back from where it came. “And I was just wondering, ya know?”
“So you actually don’t have a family-”she rears back in disbelief“-I thought that was just a rumor. Where do you sleep? Where do you eat?”
“In the CMC headquarters, behind Applebloom’s barn.”
“Wow, that sorta sucks.”
“Not really.It was actually pretty comfortable there, and often enough, I had Applebloom’s company. But, but what about…”
“Listen, Squirt. I’m just-” she exhales deeply in preparation “-I’m just too busy, you know?”
“I understand,” I murmur, looking down at the blanket in dissatisfaction.
I thought this would be the outcome. An awkward silence pervades between the two of us, occasionally broken by the harsh concussion of the maelstrom outside. I jump a bit at each resounding boom.
“But I can do something.” It’s Dash’s turn to be apprehensive, as if weighing the outcome of her words.
It takes me a moment to clue in that she’s adding a continuation onto the conversation that ended a minute or so ago.
“You can?” I ask, allowing my heart to speed up a bit.
“Yes.” she admits, and I hear her move around on the couch.
“I might not be able to adopt you, but you’re always welcome to stay in my home if you’re looking for a change in atmosphere. Literally.” She chuckles a bit at her own joke.
“Really?” My eyes widen in excitement. “You’d be OK with that?”
“Sure,” she says, her voice becoming slightly strained as she shrugs, dismissing any remaining doubt I might have had. “I wouldn’t of said it if I didn’t mean it.”
“That’s so awesome!” I exclaim, jumping up and out of the covers-hovering there for a moment-and then preparing to land.
However, a particular draft catches me broadside, causing me to veer slightly to the left. As I land back down on the sofa, I feel something soft like flesh, exhaling warm air beneath my flank. Yelping in surprise, I jump back into the air before falling over the edge of the couch and onto the cold floor.
Silence.
“Scootaloo, are you ok?” Dash asks, and in the murky twilight, I can just make out her silhouette leaning over the edge of the furniture.
“Ya, I landed on something, though. What was it?”
“That was my face.” If I hadn’t picked up on it before, I definitely did now; Dash sounded… different.
She didn't sound angry, but she wasn't happy either. She sounded something between apprehensive and… excited?
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “I can’t believe I sat on you. It must have stunk.”
“Surprisingly, it didn’t. If anything, it smelt good.”
“Good?” I echo.
“Yes. Here, c'mon up,” she assures.
I hear a hoof descend and tap the side of the couch. Looking up to where the noise originated from, I blindly reach forwards and grab on. In no time, I’m pulled back over the edge and onto Dash’s chest. I can feel the reassuring vibration of her heart. It’s a bit faster than normal. Her tail flicks upwards and brushes across my flank, caressing the place where I pee from once before falling back down to lay limp on the couch. I feel a twinge of an emotion that I would call relaxed-excitement. Before I can delve further into the sensation, however, I’m heaved off Rainbow Dash’s chest, and propped up into a sitting position.
“Have you been keeping up with your preening?” she asks me.
“A bit. How often am I supposed to do it?” I query.
“As often as you can.” I feel her hooves stroke experimentally down the length of my settled wings.
When she finishes, she gives an unsatisfied click. “Your primaries are unorganized. How do you think I can fly so well, Scoot?”
“Because you’re awesome.”
“Other than that-” I can tell she’s smiling again. “-I keep my class ‘A’ wings in good shape. It’s a full time job that any self-respecting pegasus needs to do.”
“Oh,” I reply bashfully. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, just don’t let it happen,” she explains simply, void of accusation. “For this occasion, however, I’ll preen you. You know, run you through the ropes.”
“Sure!” I exclaim excitedly. “How do you want me to sit?”
“Just like you are right now. It should be fine.”
I steady my rear on the pillow beneath me and ruffle my wings, exposing my primaries, secondaries, and down for Rainbow Dash. She pulls in close to me, and I settle in the crook between her hind legs and chest.
As she brings her jaw down to the tip of my wing and begins to nibble, I close my eyes in relaxation. In slow, timed motions, she begins to make her way down the bone and to the joint where it connects with my side. I’m overcome by a euphoric sort of calm.
This is what nights should be like.
Having reached the base, Dash does something unexpected. Breathing out a gust of warm breath, she jitters around the wing-joint. Suddenly, I’m feeling that relaxed-excitement again. I pull back momentarily in discomfort, surprised at the re-emergence of the feeling, but Dash pulls me back to her chest.
“It’s natural,” She explains. “You’re supposed to be enjoying it. It’s called arousal.”
So that was the feeling I was trying to name.
“Arousal?” I roll the word off my tongue as if tasting it.
Rainbow Dash goes back to work, paying extra attention to my downy feathers, now slick with the glimmering traces of her saliva.
“Scoots, have you felt differently recently?” She stops her ministrations momentarily to ask me a question.
“Differently? Like what do you mean? My wings have been a bit itchy.”
“Anywhere else?” she goes back to working, doubling back to the tip.
There was somewhere else, but I didn't feel comfortable admitting it. I hadn't told anypony yet, and thankfully, my friends didn't seem to notice.
“Um, no,” I reply weakly.
“Really?” she asks skeptically, her tongue fondling with a crooked secondary. “Scoots, if you’re going to live here, you should be able to trust me.
“Trust?” I ask apprehensively. “Well, there is one other spot, but you can’t tell anypony else.” I bite my lower lip.
“Where?” she asks, but I think-just from how she delivers the line- that she already knows.
“It’s my pee-hole. It’s swollen and it smells weird. Do you think I should go to the doctors? Am I sick or something?”
To my surprise, Rainbow Dash begins to laugh; the vibrations from the emotion tickle the spot on my wing where she’d stopped.
“Well I’ll be darned; you must be experiencing your first heat…” she drawls off.
“My first what?” I ask, confused over the new term.
“You first heat,” she reiterates, as if repeating the word will help me understand it better. “All mares get it. You need to treat that soon, or it’ll only get worse.”
The chuckle she emits is different. It’s a reflective sort of noise, and although I still can’t see her, I have the feeling that she’s looking off into the distance.
“So I should go to the doctors?” I ask.
“No, I don’t think a doctor is what you need, unless he’s the one—” whatever she was about to say gets caught in her throat and replaced by a wheeze of laughter. “What I’m trying to say is that I can help you with it.”
“You can? How?” I ask, leaning back far enough so that I can look up at Dash’s shadowed image, framed by the skylight.
“Like this, what I’m doing. The best remedy for you is arousal. You need to blow off some steam.”
My eyes widen as finally, I begin to piece together the enigma presented.
“I get it! So I need to feel aroused, and by feeling that, my heat will go away?”
“Now you’re onto something,” Rainbow Dash exclaims. “But the thing is, it won’t disappear completely. It’ll be around for a few more months. What you can decide, however, is how comfortable you feel. I’m going through the same thing that you are right now!”
“Really? But then who arouses you? I mean, if you’re going to arouse me…” I question innocently, happy to have finally understood the concept.
“That depends.” I can hear a bit of her boastful nature in the comment. “I get around. I even got one of the Wonderbolts to help me out once.”
“What!” I shout, amazed at how lucky she was. “How?”
“That’s another story. What we’re going to do now is help each other.”
“Sure. What do you want me to do?” I ask, eager to assist my hero.
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“Well first, I’m going to get you familiarized with the smell of a mare in heat, so that maybe, on another day, you can help your friends out.”
“I think they would like that. Maybe I’ll even get my cutie mark in it!”
“That would be something,” Rainbow Dash admits. “Who knows-” she clears her throat- “anyhow, are you ready?”
“Ya.”
“Alright then. I’m going to turn around, and you take a good smell of it.” She gets up and rotates until her own pee-hole is directly in front of my muzzle. “Commit the scent to memory, ok, Scoots?”
I inhale. “Your pee-hole smells really, really good.” My response is muddled and in-concise.
I don’t understand what’s happening.
“Stop calling it that, kid, it’s awkward. This is a vagina, or snatch, or marehood, or sweet spot… even cooch, but I think that’s a stupid word. It’s definitely not a pee-hole.”
“Alright. Your um-” the different names I can use make me stop momentarily- “ your vagina smells really good Dash, does my snatch smell like that?” I turn around and smell my own marehood, only to find the sweet spot extremely amateur in comparison. Most of my frustration however dissolves as I praise myself on using the four words Dash preferred in one sentence.
“No, yours wouldn’t. I’ve been around for a while longer, and at each heat the odor gets stronger. Besides, you never smell or taste really good to yourself. Trust me.”
I go to respond, but then stop and return on a new train of thought as I feel wetness around the fur by my crotch. I blushed crimson; had I just peed myself?
Celestia darn it, I had!
“I think, I think I just peed myself, Dash, I’m so sorry, I’ll... I’ll clean it as soon—”
My rambling is cut short by an assuring hind hoof nudging me in the side.
“Don’t worry. You didn’t pee yourself.”
“I didn’t?” My racing heart slows and I feel the blush fade. “What is it then?”
“As an outcome, arousal makes you wet down there. It means the treatment is working.”
“But you’re not wet.” I observe, looking for any sort of glimmer amidst the folds of her snatch, and coming up empty.
“You haven’t started treating it.” There was a sly tremor in her voice. “Try it now.”
“How?”
“Lick at it a bit, I promise it doesn’t bite.” Rainbow Dash said, reveling in my inexperience. “I’ve been told I taste pretty good.”
Nodding, I bring my muzzle closer to her progressively appealing snatch, allowing her heady sent to creep into my nostrils and fill my lungs. I feel a sort of pulling sensation in the back of my mind, followed by a sudden urge to follow through with the naughty act of caressing the lips of her vagina like she had done to me with her tail.
Up until this point, I’d been simply striving to impress Rainbow Dash. Now, I found the concept both appealing and devious. For the first time, I had naughty thoughts, and by Celestia, they felt good. I could get used to this, this ‘heat’ thing.
Sticking out my tongue, I stopped a mere centimeter away from her awaiting sweet spot. Becoming aware of my hesitation, Rainbow Dash sighed and gyrated her hips impatiently, wafting a fresh wave of her irresistible pheromones my way.
“What’s keeping you, sport?”
What was? Really, I had no clue. It was just—
In a quick motion, Rainbow Dash leaned back and brought her rump down on my tongue, plunging my quivering muzzle into her marehood. Pulling out quickly, I had a moment to breathe before I was driven back in by another insistent ram. As I tried to pull out, Rainbow Dash held me with a word.
“Stop.”
I don’t know why, but I stopped obediently with half my muzzle in and half out.
“Calm down a bit, Squirt. Let the scent get to you again, it’ll help.”
Considering I have to breathe at one point or another, I oblige. Up so close to the source of the musk, the effect was far more potent. I moaned and felt a fresh stream trickle down the side of my leg. A fog began to spread in my head, parting my logical conscience- giving way to a rush of primitive instincts and carnal desires. I begin to drool and greedily breathe in my hero’s potent scent. My body becomes far more sensitive, while my mind goes numb. I pull out and begin to lap at her puffy folds lavishly, covering her inviting lips in puppy-dog kisses until they’re glistening.
Sweet Celestia! She smelt so good!
In no time, and to my greatest pride, I got the larger pony producing her own sort of fluid. It began to seep out of the hole in her vagina, weeping in a visceral pining that drips around my muzzle sloppily. Allowing her fluids to roll over my sweat-dampened muzzle, I push my muzzle deeper in, feeling the tight confines of Dash’s walls contract at the invited intrusion. Shivering in ecstasy over the experience of being so dirty, I pull back out, leaving a line of her lubricant hanging off my chin. Opening my eyes, I can just make out an engorged bump at the top of her marehood in the twilight.
“What’s that?” I ask, hardly realizing that I was talking at all.
“What?” Dash replies, panting heavily. “ You're doin’ great, by the way—”
I lean in and give it a testing nibble- before being startled into a sitting position by Rainbow Dash’s reaction.
“Ow!” She hisses and rears, nearly hitting me.
Surprised at how volatile her reaction was, I backed up a pace and sat down, learning how wet the mattress beneath me really was. It’s clear how blatantly I was enjoying the experience, and by Luna, I was so aroused.
At this rate, my heat will never bug me again!
Having parted from Dash’s intoxication scent, I felt my mind clear up a bit, and with it, a newfound curiosity.
“So, what was that?”
“That, Scootaloo.” She grunts and turns around to face me. Even in the twilight, I can see the blush she’d gotten from the exertion. “Is my clit.”
“Clit? What does it do?”
“How about I show you.” Her tone was even, but I could guess her underlying motives; she was going to make me squirm.
Pulling me close before I can react, Dash grinds against my chest, releasing the pent up sexual tension she’d been reeling from after the jarring interruption. I can feel her freshly spilt fluids painted against my heaving chest. After a few more aggressive motions, Dash stops about halfway up. I’m panting heavily from the simulation.
Looking at me with a predatory stare, she brings one of her hooves down and begins to rub across my clit. It feels amazing, and I can’t help but close my eyes tightly shut and push against her sweaty chest in desperation.
“No. Look me in the eyes, Scootaloo.” Dash mutters, bringing another hoof to raise my chin. “I want to see your reaction when you climax.” She clicks her teeth and I listen.
It’s a challenge, however, as the emotions of pleasure and embarrassment battle in my heart. Not to mention that when she starts up again, the act is performed in powerful stroking motions that rock my body. I look into my beloved hero’s eyes and see mortality. I see desire, and passion, and a steady determination; the eyes of somepony who had a goal in mind, and was ready to defy all challenges to succeed.
A new feeling begins to arise, a warm sensation around my battered vagina that twists my stomach and forces me to open my mouth. Something was rising, I could feel it. A pressure was building up, and it was threatening to blow.
This sensation spreads to consume my whole being, and before I know it, I’m moaning in unrequited, unhinged ecstasy. Just as everything is about to explode, Dash stops.
I gasp and fall against her chest, shivering in the pleasure of experiencing whatever was going on; it was as if a single emotion had overridden every other. The problem now was that it wasn't going away, only getting worse. I put one and one together. I knew that I needed that explosion of arousal to cure my heat for the time being. My mind is set. I needed that release, and like Rainbow Dash, I felt determination surge through my body. I allow myself to lose the battle of resistance, and fall prey to the full force of primitiveness.
Growling, I move my pussy against her hoof, forcing the contact with an aggression that surprises me. When she refuses to move, I pull her in even closer and press my marehood against her lower stomach, using the fur there to rub against my clit.
"That's what I like to see Scoots. You're so lost in pleasure, like an animal.. it turns me on to no end. Let's finish this together!"
Tensing, Rainbow Dash drops to my waist and shoves her muzzle in, tasting me once before rising again, mucky with my fluids, and placing her sweet spot against mine. She pulls me into a smoldering kiss, and I feel her eager tongue enter my muzzle. Grunting in satisfaction and effort she begins to gyrate against my snatch. The room fills with the noise of our two sodden marehood's squelching together; streams of our carnal liquid drip in a steady pace down our shaking forelegs.
Again I feel that sensation, multiplied now by the knowledge that I was gaining simulation from my hero’s engorged vagina. In no time, the arousal reaches its boiling point, but unlike last time, it continues to grow and restrict my breathing until I can’t bare it anymore.
I forget to breath.
And then it happens.
With a high pitched shout, I clench up and then release all the pressure that’s been building up. As my body plunges into a plethora of unrequited passion, I fall into a euphoric state. I don’t even hear Dash emit her own howl as she herself, aware of what she had just done, erupts as well.
I collapse with a dazed smile on my face.It’s some time later that I wake up.
Rolling my head to the side, I see that Dash had fallen beside me. She’s awake as well, smiling.
“I take it back.” She tells me, and I screw up my muzzle in confusion. “I said you were a chicken.”
I still didn't get it.
"I take it back," she admits, causing me to screw up my muzzle in confusion. "I said you were a chicken, but a chicken has a cloaca." she snickers. "After what I've seen, I think it’s safe to say that you don’t have that part, but a candy-vag.” She rolls over and presses close, brushing a strand from my disordered mane away from my eyes. “You know what?”
“What?” I ask in anticipation.
“I think you're going to make me proud, dare I say you'll even grow up like me!?"
That final sentence, void of the context it had followed, made my heart soar.
I’d be just like Rainbow Dash?!
Author's Note
~~In the midst of brushing up. Initially, I'd planned to use an experimental sort of writing style for fun. It blurred tenses together~~
~~I changed my mind later on, however, so inconsistency in the POV might be prevalent.~~
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