No More Kid Stuff

by Sirius_Face

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Sex, Scootaloo, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash
Length: 4047

Dash begins the next level of Scootaloo's 'flying lessons'

Doubts and shame have kept Scootaloo chained to the ground, afraid to raise her head to the sky. She can't fly without Rainbow Dash's help. After a few months of training in secret, Rainbow Dash introduces Scootaloo to a new way to feel as if she's soaring; a method for big ponies only.

No More Kid Stuff is the story of a filly full of love and a mare full of lust. Together, they break away from shame and learn to fly without wings, because shame is for unhappy ponies who think love and lust aren’t the same thing.

Trigger Warnings: Foalcon. (If you don't like foalcon, don't read this. You've been warned.)
Proofread by Starchildsam and Fimbulvinter
Edited (several times) by Darf
Cover art by Megasweet

Published 2013-04-18 19:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-04-18 19:40:02 UTC

'Flying Lessons'

No More Kid Stuff
By: Sirius Face

“Rainbow Dash? Could we fly together?”

‘Flying’ with Scootaloo was an unconventional activity, one that couldn’t be done outdoors. Rainbow Dash understood that Scootaloo’s stunted wings would never let her take off the ground for long, let alone into the clouds. It would be impossible for Scootaloo to know the excitement and pleasure of flying, if she had never asked Rainbow Dash for help.

“Stick with me, squirt, and you’ll know what it feels like to fly.”

The first lesson had started the night after the end of their camping trip with Applejack and Rarity—teaching Scootaloo the art of kissing. Like a prince in a fairytale, Rainbow Dash had woken Scootaloo to a new world. It was a different kind of soaring that anypony could enjoy, and it was a method Dash loved as much as she loved taking off into the sky.

Rainbow Dash was a pony who saw no difference between love and lust. Both were just different shades of the same truth that brought a spark to her heart and inspired passion that she couldn’t get enough of. Some said Rainbow Dash had a love for flying, and others called it a lust to be airborne. It didn’t matter what others choose to call it: it was all desire in the end. Over the course of a couple of months, in the privacy of her home, she taught this to Scootaloo using forbidden words, tricks with her tongue, shameless kisses...

...and orgasms. Lots of wet, messy, massive orgasms.

Dash hadn’t been surprised that it had been easy to make Scootaloo willing; wanting ‘flying lessons’ more than she wanted to go crusading with her friends. Scootaloo had quickly proved herself to be a faithful student, living for the praise Dash gave her before, during, and after each lesson.

Today was no different. During the first hour into her lesson Scootaloo sat on Rainbow Dash’s face, squirming and humping under her skilled tongue, grunting for Dash to go faster. Dash answered Scootaloo’s pleas with a surprise drag of her tongue away from her slick slit down to her smooth asshole.

Scootaloo squealed above Dash, loud and cute despite being a tomboy, encouraging Dash to moan into her small ass and rim her harder. Dash’s wet and hot tongue was very skilled at being flexible. As fun as it was to rim Scootaloo, Dash knew she could do much more. She could shove her tongue inside of Scootaloo’s ass while pushing her snout firmly against Scoots dripping slit to take a long, deep sniff. When she got horny, Scootaloo made a warm musk that Dash couldn’t quite name but couldn’t get enough of. With Scootaloo sitting on Dash’s face, balancing herself against a plush wall of cloud, every breath Dash took was laced with filly perfume—there was nothing quite like breathing it in from between those plump folds.

Fuck it, Dash thought as she firmly pushed her tongue up into Scootaloo’s small butt. Scootaloo cried out, her voice hit a special high note from having a wiggling tongue start to loosen up her butthole.

Dash growled and flicked her tongue up and down as it wiggled the walls of Scootaloo’s smallest hole. Dash’s pussy winked as her juices leaked down her own ass and onto the sheets of the cloud bed. As her tongue pushed in further, so did her nose.

The plump pussy lips of Scootaloo gave Dash a perverted eskimo kiss just as she took a loud, deep sniff. Scootaloo made a lustful groan and gave a more desperate thrust of her hips at the sensation of cool air being sucked in around her hot snatch. Dash could feel how the filly on top of her was trembling—she was close. Dash could feel Scootaloo’s tight cunt dripping on her face and her ass clenching around her tongue; she was due for another hot load of filly cum any second.

But as much as Dash liked things to happen fast, there were some rare cases where it was better to go slow. Foal fucking with Scootaloo was one such case. She didn’t want Scootaloo to cream too soon.

Rainbow Dash paused her tongue to give another loud, satisfied moan deep into Scootaloo’s ass, and pulled her tongue out slowly. Scootaloo whined in protest as Rainbow Dash withdrew her tongue and slid out from under her. The desperate look of need in Scootaloo’s young eyes made Dash happy—that look of open and honest desire was what she loved and lusted to see in Scootaloo during their ‘flying lessons’.

“Why... why are you stopping?” Scootaloo asked Dash as she turned to face her. Dash could see how the filly looked desperate to continue, and how very stiff her small wings had become. Scoots tail stayed up, showing off her winking little sex and her now well lubed asshole that, Dash was willing to bet, could still feel the frantic dance of her tongue inside it.

“Who said I was stopping?” Dash asked with a smirk on her face as she gave her wings a few quick, powerful beats. She left the queen-sized cloud bed and land next to a deep blue chest in her room. “I’m taking your lessons up a notch, squirt. We’re going to start some big pony lessons now, if you think you’re ready?”

All the past ‘flying lessons’ had felt like they had lead to this moment, when Dash didn’t have to hold anything back with Scootaloo. Treating her like a mare instead of a foal was something Dash knew would make Scootaloo agree to just about anything, even if it meant getting rougher. Every orgasm Dash could lick or rub out of Scootaloo was always rewarded with praise for being a big pony, like Dash herself. Big ponies could handle getting rutted—big ponies practically begged for it when their empty twats were dripping on the sheets.

“I… I’m ready. I totally am…”

Rainbow Dash wasted no time getting what she needed before she turned to face Scootaloo and show off the new accessory that dangled between her hind legs. It was the medium sized dildo, the same color as her coat; something Dash could take all the way down to the fake balls that came with it. She knew that having Scootaloo take her first cock inside her would be a challenge—and that was the point. This would be the first time Dash had ever pushed anything bigger than her tongue into the little filly.

“Are you?” Dash asked. She flew back and landed on the bed, hind legs bent under her as her forelegs reached out behind her to keep her balance as she leaned back. She was on lewd display, fanning her large wings out to help keep her in position as she offered up the fake cock to Scootaloo, and the promise of what it was going to do.

“Yessss…” Scootaloo licked her lips, rubbing her thighs together eagerly in front of Dash.

“You know, kid, actions speak louder than words.”

Scootaloo didn’t need any directions. She had eyes only for the cock waving in front of her—Rainbow Dash’s cock. There was a hunger in Scootaloo’s eyes that made Rainbow shiver; she understood that kind of hunger. It showed desire for something Scootaloo had to be denied until just the right time, when there would be no one else to watch and judge, and nothing around to remind her about the idea of shame.

Dash knew better, and she had taught that to Scootaloo.

Fuck shame. Shame is for unhappy ponies who think love and lust aren’t the same thing.

In Scootaloo’s small hooves, the fake cock looked intimidating. Dash could see it in Scootaloo’s face as she watched her eyes take in all twelve inches of the light blue beckoning phallus. Scoots looked fascinated by the detail: the network of raised veins and the curious rubbery scent she probably couldn’t quite place. It was cute to see Scootaloo study a dick like it was school textbook.

Not including the large balls that came with the toy, there were ten usable inches to stuff into Scootaloo; Dash understood that it wouldn’t all fit, and not for lack of trying. She had chosen the unflared head, but even that was nearly two inches in diameter. It was nothing that Dash couldn’t handle, but Scootaloo was still a small filly.

Scootaloo seemed to be considering that too—she stared at the head, examining the detail in the slit that, if it were real, would be dripping with precum for her.

Rainbow Dash thrust forward, poking the rubbery head against Scootaloo’s lips. She made an exaggerate kissing sound and gave a knowing look to the filly.

“Suck it,” Dash ordered.

“Can I? It’s really big,” Scootaloo asked. Rainbow Dash narrowed her eyes at the question.

“I don’t know—can you, squirt? Are you up for it?”

Dash and Scootaloo could have been real blood sisters in the way they responded to challenges. Both had the desire to push and prove themselves no matter the obstacle; the harder the challenge, the better the feeling of accomplishment. Until tonight, they had stuck to simple things. Kid stuff, as Dash called it. Dash had gotten side by side with Scootaloo to teach her how to rub herself with her hoof. She made Scootaloo eat her out until she knew how to move her tongue on a swollen, sensitive clit. They had done several different positions for tribbing. In all, they had done anything and everything that didn’t require something thicker than a tongue or a vibrating egg inside Scootaloo’s snatch.

“You’re a big mare, aren’t you, squirt?” Dash teased.

Scootaloo answered Dash with a groan, pressing herself on the cloud bed, grinding on the sheets that had bunched up between her haunches. She didn’t have to answer Dash with words; her response was to stick out her tongue and lick up the fleshy shaft of Dash’s member.

Both ponies moaned. Scootaloo worked quickly. She dragged her tongue over the toy as if it were the real thing, as if Dash could feel her little mouth and hot breath on the erection she was privileged to service.

Like a greedy kid with candy, Scootaloo didn’t slow down to savor the treat she had been given; her tongue worked fast, working the vein-covered base all the way up to the unflared head.

Watching Scootaloo fit the head of a stallion cock into her small mouth made Dash’s wings throb. She panted a little, leaning back a little more, aching as she gave little pushes with her hips to give some attention to her clit as it rubbed against the base of the strap on. She watched Scootaloo close her eyes as she concentrated on fitting the head into her mouth, her teeth raking across the rubbery flesh.

Dash wanted to tell Scootaloo to breathe through her nose, slow and calm, but it was more fun to watch her test the limits of her gag reflex. She watched as Scootaloo’s eyes scrunched up, adorably struggling to control herself while fitting more of the toy inside her mouth. Scootaloo kept her lips tight around the shaft, her nostrils flaring when, Dash assumed, the head got too close to her throat.

Dash watched as another inch of cock in Scootaloo’s mouth was all it took for fear to make her eyes to go wide, as if her gag reflex would really make her gag. Her eyes watered from the strain and her tiny wings buzzed. Dash had to give her credit—Scootaloo didn’t stop.

“Go on,” Dash groaned, throbbing and dripping like a faucet on her end of the toy as she watched Scootaloo start to drool. Though she would have liked to see her sucking her first cock on her own without help, Dash reminded herself that it was her responsibility to help train her to be as awesome as she could be.

“Drool more,” Dash said.

Scootaloo paused, her scrunched eyes looking up at Dash.

“Drool more on it. Don’t be afraid to drool on yourself too. Lick all over it. You want that thing to be nice and wet; not just for down there, but for your mouth too.”

Scootaloo didn’t nod, but she retracted some of the toy, enough to settle her gag reflex. She licked over it slower, letting her saliva gather to wash it properly. Once she felt drool start to flow out the corners of her mouth, Rainbow Dash spoke up again.

“Just like that, squirt. Now flatten your tongue and push it out just to your bottom lip.” Dash said as she watched Scootaloo push her tongue out, whimpering softly. She dragged her tongue repeatedly around Dash’s cock for her approval, taking pauses to suck loudly on the shaft for show. Scootaloo could always be trusted to give a little more than what Dash asked of her. “That’s good. You always learn fast. Now, I’m going to guide my dick into your throat. I want you to pretend like you’re going to yawn, and hold your breath. Ready?”

When she saw Scootaloo take her breath, Dash nudged her cock forward. A whimper came out of Scootaloo, and Dash smiled as she watched her struggle to hold back her gagging again. Scootaloo’s little wings trembled and her eyes watered, but she held her breath, and Dash eased herself in more. Half the length of the ten useable inches of fake cock was in Scootaloo’s mouth. Her whole chin was wet with drool as the filly was close to shedding tears from her efforts to deep throat Dash’s dick. Despite the discomfort she saw, Dash kept herself in Scoots mouth and throat, counting the seconds that she held her breath. Dash took her time rocking her hips, fucking just enough of Scootaloo’s little throat until it was clear she was close to choking.

Dash pulled out slowly, giving Scootaloo some much needed relief as she started coughing and gasping for air.

“Not too bad. I guess you’re ready now. And since you’re a big mare, I’ll let you decide the position.”

Scootaloo looked overjoyed as she caught her breath. Rainbow Dash wasn’t surprised; getting to pick the position meant Scootaloo had control, but that she could also give control if she wanted to.

“Okay! Then… I want you to keeping leaning back like that and I’ll do all the work.”

Rainbow Dash grinned a little, wanting to hear Scootaloo elaborate more.

“And what position are you thinking of trying, squirt?”

She watched Scootaloo blush; being explicit about what they did was part of the fun in their ‘flying lessons’.

Dash openly teased Twilight about being an egghead, but had to admit she too had developed a strong love for reading, particularly things that Twilight would be too bashful to have on her shelves. She often shared her egghead habits with Scootaloo, cuddling her from behind during nights where they camped out together, or when they spent the night at Dash’s place rather than let Scootaloo return to a lonely home. Every night they were together, Dash would take the opportunity to grind against the soft blank flank of her young lover while reading to her from Sex Every Day in Every Way. Bedtime stories with Dash meant explicit accounts of sex positions they would talk about trying when Scootaloo proved to be ready to move up from just the kid stuff.

“I was thinking… the Night Crawler.”

“Why’s that?” Dash asked, watching Scootaloo begin to start panting in excitement.

“So you can… watch me bounce... my little... blank flank on... your fat cock.”

Had Dash’s cock been real, it would have twitched for Scootaloo while offering a generous spurt of slippery precum. Instead, Dash felt her juices leaking over her ass and make the bed sheet under her damp and clingy to her fur.

“Then you’re in control, squirt. Show me what a big pony you are.”

Like all scary challenges, Dash saw Scootaloo hesitate, before turning to face away from her. She kept her tail raised high, giving Rainbow Dash a perfect view of how the plump lips of her slit pressed and slowly began to spread for the unflared head of her first cock. The low grunt that came from Scootaloo as her pussy began to stretch made Rainbow Dash bite her bottom lip and press firmly against her end of her toy.

She was glad to see Scootaloo move slow, easing herself down on the thickness of Dash’s cock. Dash’s pussy ached for something big to fill it as she watched Scootaloo begin to breathe heavier, closing her eyes to relax her muscles while she impaled herself.

Dash had the perfect view of watching Scootaloo’s small rump being to bounce as her pussy made the strap on slick. Bit by bit, Scoots pussy lips stretched a little more, and then a little more, her flank pumping slowly while she leaked generous amounts of filly juice on the network of veins. Dash knew it had to hurt a little, and that only made it hotter to watch Scootaloo push through the pain like a champ. Dash knew it was a habit for Scootaloo to try and impress her; seeing the unflared head disappear into Scoots cunt had felt like an accomplishment for them both.

“Just like that, squirt. Gotta pace yourself for this race.”

Scootaloo’s ears flicked and she turned her head back to face Dash again as she leaned forward, keeping her plot raised.

“R-race?”

“Fuck yeah,” Dash said. “A race to see who can last longest before they have to cum. It might not be me getting stuffed full, but you are giving me one hell of a show. I could cream first, watching you bounce your blank butt in front me.” It was true, Dash had to hold back from leaning forward, taking hold of Scootaloo’s hind legs as they rested against both sides of her cutie mark. She could rut Scootaloo hard and really make her butt bounce, if this was all for Dash’s pleasure only. “Think you can do that? Think you can beat me in a race by lasting longer?”

The look on Scootaloo’s face was all the answer Dash needed.

“Just watch me,” Scootaloo said.

Dash smiled. She did just that, watching Scootaloo do the work as she started to ease more of the fake cock inside her, pressing it back against Dash’s soaking sex. Scoot leaned forward, stomach on the bed as she kept her hips up in the air, bouncing slow and steady. Dash gave short thrusts in return, grunting as her clit mashed against the back of the strap on as it became smeared in her juices. She was soaked under it, just as Scootaloo was getting soaked over the toy and starting to drip down the length of the raised veins on the penis, even over the plump fake balls under her.

Scootaloo’s grunting got louder, sounding more and more happy with her first real screwing. Rainbow Dash’s eyes feasted on the sight of the filly’s blank rear jiggling in front of her as the speed increased; Scootaloo had picked an excellent position for her first time, one that had Dash’s full attention.

“L-like w-watching my... ass bounce?”

Dash moaned, “I dunno, you like me watching your ass, slut?”

It was a harsh word, one that Rainbow Dash had tried to teach Scootaloo about. Just as there was no difference between love and lust, there was no reason to assume being a slut was something bad. Sluts had confidence in themselves. Sluts knew what they wanted and didn’t beat around the bush for it. Sluts got what they wanted. Rainbow Dash was a slut for the things she loved.

“Yeah… y-you can w-watch as long as y-you want.” Scootaloo was gasping faster as she took nearly half of Dash’s dick into her slick snatch.

“Just watch?” Dash started panting, wanting to reach out and stroke her hoof along Scootaloo’s soft cheeks, but needing to keep her balance with her hoofs. She ended her question with a firm push of her hips; another inch of stallion dick inside Scootaloo, and another deep groan as her body rocked against the sheets.

“N-no. You can touch it… g-grind on it in the m-mornings… and at night… you can st-stick your tongue inside it...”

Those thoughts made Dash pump her hips faster. The end of her toy wasn’t letting up on Dash’s clit. She would cum from this, hard and loud, but she would lose the race; Rainbow Dash never lost a race.

“Hey, let’s change positions,” Dash said suddenly, pulling out of Scootaloo.

There was no time to react. Rainbow Dash pounced on Scootaloo, pressing her weight down and pinning the filly. Scootaloo’s struggle was brief as she felt Dash’s cock poke and push back into her again.The new angle made Scootaloo groan louder than she had been earlier.

“Fuck yeah, this is much better now.” Dash moaned.

She was rutting Scootaloo like a proper mare. She had trapped Scoots front legs at her sides, leaving no room to do much more than wiggle.

“Fuck, squirt, you’re making me work for this,” Dash breathed against Scootaloo’s ear, “You’re so tight, I really have to push.”

Scootaloo’s groans became louder as Dash picked up speed. Dash was making Scootaloo grind her clit against the wet bed, adding to the pleasure of being stuffed full and deep. At any moment she expected Scootaloo to tell her to slow down, that it was too much, or that she was being too rough on her.

Instead, Scootaloo was taking her first fucking like a big mare. Dash heard her urgent moans get deeper and louder.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck—Rainbow—fuck” Scootaloo’s scratchy curses became a litany of mind numbing praise as pleasure drowned her mind. Watching her, Rainbow Dash could feel Scootaloo getting closer and closer to her limit. It would be the hardest, longest cum she had even given Scoots. It was going to send her soaring.

“Do it, squirt.” Dash whispered.

Scootaloo’s grunts turned into whimpers. Dash saw the transformation for what could have been the hundredth time, and it was no less exciting than it had been the first time she made Scootaloo cream herself. It always started with Scootaloo sucking in her breath and holding it, going stiff and still all over. She never screamed; the most noise Dash had heard Scootaloo make was drawn out groans whenever she came. It was the same this time around as Scootaloo drooled onto the bed, groaning long and hard into the mattress as Dash felt a rush of hot cum gush under her.

As always, Scootaloo showed why she had earned the nickname ‘squirt’.

Rainbow stopped moving, letting Scootaloo ride out her pleasure. Her eyes were shut, and Rainbow wondered if Scootaloo was seeing a sonic rainboom behind her eyelids. Dash knew she had been rough and Scoots would feel sore as hell for it later, but it would be a good kind of sore; Dash knew Scootaloo would feel proud of herself later.

“You just took your first cock like a big pony,” Dash said as she pulled out of Scootaloo. She moved off her, laying next to Scootaloo, blanketing her with an outstretched wing. “Good job, Scootaloo. I’m proud of you.”

Scootaloo didn’t open her eyes, but she did smile.

Rainbow Dash would take care of herself later. Though her pussy was aching to finish what had been started, she could pleasure herself any time she wanted, just as she could fly anytime she wanted. The same wasn’t true for Scootaloo. This had been for her pleasure, not for Dash’s.

Part of the pleasure was watching Scootaloo soar in the afterglow of a good hard cum. Dash noticed Scoots small, useless wings stayed stiff and still; they would never take Scootaloo as high as she felt at that moment.

Taking the strap on off, Dash brought the toy to her mouth, sucking the cum off. Her own sex had a terrible ache, but that only meant a sweeter release when she finally let herself cum.

“How’s it feel?” Rainbow Dash whispered to Scootaloo. “How’s it feel to be flying right now?”