“There are many lands that you cannot simply walk to," Twilight explained, "Due to their location relative to us in non-Euhippean space. For the most part they are empty, but occasionally there are... ruins, of sorts. Pieces of other lands that just sort of broke off, for one reason or another. Hyperdimensional space is notoriously unstable, and it's very, very rare that anything out there survives, but we do occasionally find a bridge to relatively stable spaces, even whole kingdoms!”
“Hyper... what?” Scootaloo asked in confusion.
“Hyperdimensional,” Twilight said distractedly, as she flipped through some text on complicated science stuff that didn’t even have any pictures in it. “It means in a direction other than north, south, east, west, up, or down.”
Scootaloo did a mental tally of that with his hoof in the air, uttering, “So like, inward?”
“No tha—” Twilight turned to look at him oddly. “I’m not sure,” she said slowly, turning back to her book, “And I don’t have time to explain to you why not, so just think of it like a direction you’re not familiar with.”
“I don’t get lost much, but okay,” Scootaloo said appeasingly.
“In 436AH, investigations into the influx of dark magic that caused the Styrian rift discovered a new land had entered our locality,” Twilight stated rapidly, pulling more books off the selected shelves with her magic, “A ruined land, but a very stable one. And very dangerous. Initial explorations revealed that it was, or had been host to an advanced civilization who had apparantly got it into their head that they had to find the most pleasurable experience possible. Maybe it was hubris, or maybe even a freak natural disaster, but what lived there now wasn’t exactly... alive.”
“What do you mean not exactly alive?” Scootaloo said critically. “You mean like zombies?”
“No that... no, not zombies,” Twilight said hesitantly, “Like... well, demons!”
“Demons aren’t alive all the way?” Scootaloo attempted to reason with the mare.
“They are more like phenomenon than ponies,” Twilight said. “Whatever constituted their self has been replaced with a purpose of sorts. You can think of them like ...an afterimage of what used to be a person.”
“Phemonenon?” Scootaloo repeated, squinting.
Twilight looked at the little colt again. “Sorry,” she sighed, “They um... okay, so you like riding your scooter around places, right?”
“Sure do, ma’am,” Scootaloo said agreeably. Twilight winced at that, and Scootaloo wasn’t sure why, but she bravely forged on.
“Imagine you were—uh—gone, but there was something in your place that looked like you, and scootered like you, but wasn’t anything more than that.”
“Okay...”
“That’s pretty much what I’m talking about. There was a whole land of those things stuck doing whatever they were assigned or infected with.”
“That doesn’t really sound all that scary...”
“Oh? Well, what if your scooter demon didn’t stop for obstacles? Or ponies? Or mountains? It just keeps going right through anything in its way.”
Scootaloo lifted a hoof and stared down at it thoughtfully.
“So that’s what I’m afraid went and infected Rainbow Dash,” Twilight said, going back to checking her books nervously, and levitating a piece of chalk to start making comparative diagrams on the blackboard. “That’s why she... was acting so singleminded with regard to... you know, m-mating with you?” Scootaloo wasn’t sure she was nervous for her friend, or nervous about saying that.
“But she wasn’t a... a scooter mating demon!” Scootaloo declared stomping offendedly, “She really was Rainbow Dash she was just kind of ...confused? I guess? Are you saying Rainbow Dash is gone?!”
“No!” Twilight yelped out, dropping everything again, to look at Scootaloo earnestly. There was the sound of several books hitting the floor. “No, Rainbow Dash is not a demon, because she is still herself,” Twilight said loud and clear, “I talked to her myself. She’s in stable condition, and she’s going to be okay. She just... Scootaloo, there is a kind of magic called demonic magic. It’s very powerful, and very... contagious. Yes it potentially can turn a pony into a demon. But you have to have extremely high levels of exposure to it, over a very long time before it—think of it like burning away your core personality. Rainbow Dash just got... a little singed. She’s still herself, there is nothing wrong with her, and she’s a perfectly normal pony!”
Scootaloo had since shrunk down into a frightened crouch, as the earnest librarian marched right up to him and practically shouted into his face those last words, with a desperate edge to them that she probably should have toned back a whole lot. Twilight took a step back from Scootaloo, seeming to realize this too, then ducked her head submissively, and began flipping nervously through a random floating book, saying,
“Sorry I’m just... really worried about my friend. I think she’s going to be fine, but some ponies might not um... she might have a lot to deal with, even after this is all over. I guess I’m worried that ponies might not like her very much anymore.”
Twilight snapped the book closed, groaning in utter frustration. “And I’m not going to find out anything I don’t already know, until Spike gets that reply,” she declared.
“Miss Twilight,” Scootaloo spoke up in a strained tone. “I really really really want Rainbow Dash to be okay, and if you say she’ll be okay I guess she will. I didn’t come over here to ask you questions though. I thought you had questions for me! I would never ever not like her very much anymore, though. No matter what!”
“Ah—yeah, I had questions for you, sorry,” Twilight said with a sheepish grin. “I learned most of what I was gonna ask, talking with Rainbow Dash earlier. But I would like to double check with you, just in case I missed something.”
“So...” Scootaloo toed the floor...
“Is it true that you er... I mean you and Rainbow Dash m–mated, and um...” Twilight was full on blushing now, which confused Scootaloo even more!
“What’s wrong, Twilight?” Scootaloo asked, seeking the answer in her tense, purple eyes. “S-she... yeah. I know and I’m sorry that I’m a colt, but she was okay with it. And I don’t think I... made her do it, just by being a colt. I mean, she was gonna do it anyway! When she thought I was a f-filly.”
Twilight blinked slowly at Scootaloo. “Suddenly this is starting to make a lot more sense,” she said. “A lot more sense than her just switching to colts, at least. Rainbow Dash wouldn’t have... she is kind of unobservant. I mean, no offense. She’s amazing in her own way, but I can understand how Rainbow Dash might... overlook that detail about your colthood, unless it was really in her fa–face.”
Twilight covered her flushed face with a hoof, saying, “I’m sorry i-it’s just so... weird!”
“What’s weird about it though?” Scootaloo asked, “I was just doing the same thing with her that I did with you.”
“That’s just it!” Twilight said with a frustrated stomp, “You know how it feels. I mean, you know to an extent. What happened to me, I’m just... having a hard time imagining you doing it to Rainbow Dash. You’re a—a fluffing colt, I mean!” she practically yelped, throwing a hoof in his direction. “You can do things with mares! You’re not just some filly. You have a... a penis and that means you can... do that thing, and make a filly... pregnant.
“It’s just weird to be t–talking with somepony with that kind of ...power,” Twilight huffed. “You’re so calm about it. I can’t imagine how it feels from your perspective. Are you really... I dunno. To you, is it just a... feeling of satisfaction, that you made Rainbow Dash pregnant? Is it something colts can’t get worried about?”
Scootaloo stared at her uncomprehendingly. She stared back, an awkward smile creeping up on the older mare’s muzzle.
“I didn’t make Rainbow Dash pregnant,” Scootaloo said quietly. “What are you talking about?”
Now it was Twilight’s turn to stare.
“You did the same thing with me,” she said carefully, trying to be subtle about her leaning to look at Scootaloo’s stubbonly uncooperative penis that was sliding out all on its own, “As you did with Rainbow Dash.”
Scootaloo nodded, covering his flank with his tail self consciously.
“You went into her vagina, right?” Twilight prompted, “Not her anus?”
“I—uh... her what now?” Scootaloo asked tilting his head.
“Her anus?” Twilight repeated, looking equally confused.
“What’s an anus?” Scootaloo asked innocently.
Twilight just kind of sunk down on her belly, groaning again. “An anus is the sphincter that leads to your anal passage,” she mumbled, “Or... it’s where poop comes out.”
“Oh!” Scootaloo said in total understanding. “No, I didn’t go in there. You... you can’t go in there, can you? There’s all sorts of poop in there!” Now that was enough to make Scootaloo shudder in horror. Just the thought of poop on his penis was just... eughh.
“Not as much as you might think,” Twilight remarked, sitting up straighter where she had fallen. “Some ponies like it. In particular, when you ejaculate into somepony’s anal passage, you cannot get her pregnant.”
“But she could just use the IUD thing, and um... not have to do that, right?” Scootaloo asked.
Twilight half smirked saying, “Well, you remember how Rarity reacted to the news. Some ponies just have the wrong idea about those things, and when you’re hot and heavy in the room with a mare in estrus you’re not gonna want to walk to the hospital and have an IUD inserted, then wait a day for it to diffuse enough to make things safe.”
“Boy, I’ll agree with that,” Scootaloo said, rolling his eyes. He hadn’t even been able to hold back from fucking Apple Bloom, and went and impregnated her good. She did want what he did, but still Scootaloo remembered how hard it was to wait until she had the IUD. It was so much funner to just... mount her, and throw caution to the wind. Could you really use the poop hole instead, for... strong urges like that?
“What,” Twilight quipped dryly giving Scootaloo a level stare, “It’s not like you were mounting some filly right before she got her IUD, hmm?”
Now it was Scootaloo’s turn to blush. “I—I uh–it didn’t I mean i–it was really h–hard to stop—I mean I said I wouldn’t tell and you’d be mad and...”
“Every time you ejaculate into a mare having estrus,” Twilight stated evenly, “There is between a 10 and 30% chance of her becoming pregnant, depending on the progression of her current egg. That means you have to mate with her between 2 and seven times before you’ll have an even chance of making her pregnant. It can still happen the very first time, and I can bet that after she had her IUD, you and Apple Bloom mated a lot more than just once.”
“Y—um... 4 times...” Scootaloo said mutedly, “No, I mean 5, counting the f-first. But I knew we should wait, but it was so hard to stop! I mean... I understand why they might do it in the pooper instead, because it was hard to stop g-going in her the right way. I’ll try not to go in the right hole, if I end up like that again.”
“You seem to have a remarkable self control,” Twilight said pensively, “Yet you couldn’t stop doing it with Apple Bloom? I’m not angry, but why would you not be able to control it? You’re not jumping at me right now, for instance. But I don’t think you would do something that could have hurt her so much, if you weren’t compelled.”
“I dunno,” Scootaloo said, ears flat in shame. “She was just so pretty, and she said we shouldn’t, and then she raised her tail and I just... climbed up and did it. But it wasn’t just that, though!”
“I should hope not,” Twilight told Scootaloo, with a look of severe disapproval.
“She was—she was doing the filly thing, trying to make herself feel better right when I walked in on her,” Scootaloo claimed intently, “D-doing that always makes her—makes fillies smell even more good. It was making me dizzy, she smelled so good! I didn’t mean to. I thought she’d be doing chores! And we tried to stop. I was m-mating with her and we... we tried to pull apart, but neither of us could stand it.
“You don’t know what it’s like,” Scootaloo sighed, “Standing right there behind a filly that you were just inside, and you didn’t get to finish. I just got up again and—and finished. She said it did it to her too! When Apple Bloom thought about the IUD, it made her want to hurry up and mate with me, since the estrus makes her want to be pregnant. And... makes her being pregnant sound really good to me, too. I know it’s not good, but just, it’d look so cool with her belly all big! It just... feels that way.”
“It’s... very fascinating,” Twilight said a bit distantly, one hoof going between her legs, to—oh boy. “Just thinking about pregnancy seems to increase my arousal too,” she murmured. “It must be so hard for you to feel so good about doing bad things to little fillies.”
“I have it easy,” Scootaloo said, trying and failing not to stare. “Fillies have to feel good about doing bad things to themselves! Like Sweetie—uh.”
“Like Sweetie...?” Twilight prompted hopefully.
Scootaloo flattened his face on the floor, mumbling out, “Now you’re really gonna wanna mate with me again.”
“Huh?” Twilight asked, in genuine clueless disregard of herself. “Oh this heh heh,” she pulled her hoof up to her chest, closing her legs. “Sorry this estrus has been... I mean, it’s usually pretty bad. I shouldn’t be this a-aroused though, since I took my own advice and visited a stallion just the other day.”
Scootaloo lifted his head at that, saying curiously, “You have a special somepony?”
“Ohh, no nothing like that,” Twilight waved a sticky hoof dismissively. “I just feel that need to be pregnant, like you say, and I didn’t want to do anything foolish, and I have an IUD so why be so concerned about the genetic compatability? H-his name is Davenport. I already see him on a regular basis, and we got to talking, and well one thing led to another.”
“I kinda want one thing to lead to another now,” Scootaloo grumbled under his breath.
“Hmm?” Twilight asked, flicking an ear his way.
“Nothing,” Scootaloo said hastily. He didn’t want to like... make her feel that way against her will.
“So anyway, you were saying about Sweetie Belle?” she prompted. Looks like he wasn’t gonna have a choice.
“Sweetie kind of went a little loopy,” Scootaloo said as unsexily as possible. “See they finally figured out I have to stay in the colt paddock, and—and hey, you sent her to find me!”
“I did ask for her to find you,” Twilight said dismissively. “But it’s not like she just climbed over into the—
“...oh boy.”
“Yeah...” Scootaloo said, glancing aside. “She didn’t know it’d make her super... tail turny uppy, and I didn’t exactly help. She’s safe and all, but after she gave your message, she really stopped caring about who was filling her, as long as she could keep getting filled. And she was sort of saying really sexy things, like how much she wanted the goo in her.”
“Great, I caused a colt orgy,” Twilight said, shaking her head abashedly. “I’m really sorry I thought she’d just tell the orphanage staff and... probably underestimated how direct Sweetie Belle can be.”
“It was normal though, right?” Scootaloo asked plaintively. “Any filly would get that way, if we kind of you know... I mean, by the third colt, Sweetie Belle was pretty much always in ...that place, until the minder pulled us apart.”
“If you look at our evolutionary history,” Twilight suggested, “Fillies—er, mares used to be quite promiscuous. The foals sired by only one stallion could get teased and ostracised, by the members of their herd who didn’t recognize them as family, so mares adjusted for this over many generations, by mating with as many stallions as possible. It confused the issue of exactly who’s the father, which kept the herd closer together, overall.”
And now the mare was rubbing her groin again. And oh Celestia did Scootaloo love the smell of an aroused mare. It was making him thick and stiff between his legs, and he didn’t care. Maybe if she kept teaching him, then she wouldn’t be able to hold back either. Scootaloo listened attentively as she taught him,
“Modern day ponies still have some of those evolutionary roots. So it is entirely natural that Sweetie would act that way, in that situation. Normally mares don’t know enough stallions to really be promiscuous. But as you observed, preventing colts and fillies from mixing can create some pretty artificial situations, that might rouse up those old instincts. Sweetie was acting all coy and mysterious afterwards, no doubt.”
“Heh, yeah...” Scootaloo said in some relief, “It was actually really adorable. She drove the minders up the wall when they tried to question her. She was like ‘It’s a secret to everypony’ and it really made her... happy I guess? It’s like chocolate and... jelly beans or something.”
“It’s not a good idea to disrespect ponies like that,” Twilight cautioned, “Even if it feels really good.”
Scootaloo waved a hoof dismissively, “They were just doing it because they were supposed to. They don’t really care, as long as Sweetie was already pregnant. Um—oh, right. And if they ask, Sweetie Belle is still pregnant. She doesn’t want the whole town to get mad at her for having an IUD.”
“I can’t help but thinking we’re playing with fire here,” Twilight offered thoughtfully. “But how to respect ponies, and still stay in their good graces?”
“You’re sure playing with something,” Scootaloo blurted, staring at where Twilight was leaving a puddle on the floor. He wanted in there already.
Twilight looked, and looked at him, and said vaguely, “I–I really shouldn’t. You’re Sweetie’s special somepony. I don’t want to hurt your relationship with her.”
“C’mon, it’ll be fine,” Scootaloo whined, his hips twitching in anticipation of thrusting. “I fill up again faster than Sweetie um... empties out, so I can do it a little with other ponies. I—I really liked the last time we did it. It was like... the biggest warmest hug. I know it’s namby pamby but... I just don’t get a chance to be close to older ponies that much. I don’t feel weird about it when I’m mating, so I can... do it.”
“Well, I can’t say no to that,” Twilight admitted with a shiver of eager anticipation. This was it. She was officially going to Tartarus in a muffin basket. She was just so itchy, and quivery, and winky! And Scootaloo was so turned on by this, he was... stiffly ready to penetrate her. Without any more hesitation, Twilight rolled fully onto her back, spreading her legs for Scootaloo.
“C’mon, big boy,” she offered coyly. “Let’s get you all hugged up tight.”
And as Scootaloo approached, and satisfied his young passions with her, Twilight did not find herself disappointed.
Scootaloo felt a certain sense of familiarity doing this. It was just like before, he thought. Not like Rainbow Dash, since for her it was a challenge to stay mounted up, or else she was diving down on your penis from above like a hawk. No from before, like Twilight before. Not like Sweetie, whose curves fit so well into Scootaloo’s hips. This was more like... fucking his mom, whoever that was. More deliberate, more caring, and more... comforting? Scootaloo just exhaled a sigh of relief as he was allowed to plunge within her, plunging his dick into Twilight Sparkle’s moist cleft, and coming belly to belly with the librarian. He lay against her much larger, warm, purple barrel, and before he could even start thrusting, Twilight wrapped her hooves around him in a hug. It made him feel... cared for.
That didn’t stop Scootaloo from thrusting, of course.
He shifted his legs, trying to find better purchase so he could thrust faster, his penis feeling so warm and wet in that mare’s sloppy chasm. His whole body was tingling as she stroked down his back, and down his—wings! She didn’t know how to touch wings like Rainbow Dash did, but Twilight was deliriously happy with this situation, and very careful at how she stroked them, murmuring at him pleasantly. And the one thing Scootaloo really cared about, she gave him: her filly place for him to go inside.
“So... good, Miss Twilight,” Scootaloo said quietly, humping harder. His shaft was tingling more and more. He held off just a bit, so he could keep the older mare going up in arousal. But when she started to give these needy squeaks, Scootaloo sped up again, losing himself with the determination to fill that mare up, because she was here, and letting him do it, and he was—he was inside her!
He could feel her breathing deepening. She was gonna do it! Scootaloo wanted to feel her doing it, so different from Apple Bloom or Sweetie Belle, but amazing in its own way. Twilight looked down at him, as he clung to her torso and humped into her needily, with his chin pressed up right against her chest. And she said,
“Hey Twilight, I—oh, you have got to be kidding me.”
Scootaloo froze mid-thrust. That wasn’t Twilight’s voice. He lifted his head to see—and Twilight tilted her head back to see... Spike the dragon, looking at them disgustedly.
“Right in the front room?” he asked waving a claw around. “Somepony could come in! Is it really that important?”
“We’re almost done,” Twilight gritted out, “And it’s really hard to just stop. So if you could just—get a blanket or something. We’d really appreciate it.”
Spike sighed, but wandered off, returning with two chairs that he placed to either side of them. Scootaloo started humping again, embarassed as all heck about it, but neither willing, nor seeing any need to stop rolling his dick to ecstasy. He’d thank Spike afterwards. Right after Scootaloo totally made the librarian pregnant, even if not really. Scootaloo looked at the diminutive dragon nervously, but he didn’t stop hugging, and he didn’t stop thrusting.
With a swing of his arms, Spike tossed a sheet held in his dextrous claws, landing on the two chairs, and settling down to either side of them. The other end of the sheet he draped on a third chair, and used pillows or something to secure it. Scootaloo honestly wasn’t paying a lot of attention, but it made sense when Twilight exclaimed,
“Oh, a pillow fort! Great idea Spike! Thank you so much~!”
If this wasn’t the strangest time Scootaloo had done this, he would be hard pressed to find a stranger one. He would have stopped, and been embarassed, but his tingling shaft felt hot and ready, easing his worries and filling him with confidence. Scootaloo pushed it into Twilight Sparkle again and again. The outside stuff was just a distraction, really. All Scootaloo wanted to think about was the mare he was laying on, and how to hold tight to her and stroke his penis to higher and higher levels of pleasure on the walls of her passage. How to fill her with his white goo. It was nice to have some privacy, and distracting bright things around the library shut out by the sheet.
No, he could devote all his attention this way, to hugging her and bucking against her, and doing whatever he could to thrust into this mare. She seemed taken by it too, Twilight staring down at him intensely, as he humped into her with a desperate need. There was no talking anymore, just huffing and soft whinnies, and Twilight’s pupils narrowing, as her inside place actually got really tight. It started getting ready to do that squeezing thing.
“Thank you Miss... ungh Twilight I’m learning so—ufh so much from you!” Scootaloo said grunting with the effort of filling the librarian. She liked him learning, so... he tried to show her that. “Evilutiounary history,” he said intensely, as the unicorn gave the quietest keening whine at his insistent thrusting, “And...promiscuous herds. Learned... how to unnerstand... Sweetie Belle...”
That was it for Twilight. She gave a choked cry and heaved him all the way up off his hooves, Scootaloo was practically dangling from her groin as Twilight Sparkle climaxed around him. She arched up with pure pleasure, shaking from head to toe as her body rewarded her for doing this with him. Scootaloo wanted to ejaculate into that so bad. He wanted to—he flared.
Scootaloo loved when he flared. The muscles flexing compulsively inside him, the blood pumping, making his penis swell up and spread wide, and spread her wide. He could only get that extra oomph when he was really close to orgasm, and he loved it even more because of that, because it told Scootaloo that he was ready. His body wouldn’t hold out on him anymore. It wasn’t a problem to fit inside Twilight Sparkle, just pure bliss as Scootaloo’s turgidly swollen shaft throbbed with the need to climax. No, not just the need to do it, but the ability to do it. It was practically guaranteed at this point.
With his breath and pleasure hitching up, Scootaloo smoothly humped into the unicorn’s weakening orgasm, the tingling swelling bigger and bigger, until he tried to pull out and it would not pull out. His muscles simply would not do it, they felt so good. With a twitch, twitch, throb, throb, throb, Scootaloo gave a satisfied gasp of relief, as his penis came alive, and the beautiful tingles became accompanied by thick, heavy jerks, and the feel of his seed rushing up within his shaft. Blasting out of his tip, and then sliming all over the head of his shaft, even as it rushed out of him again, and again. Scootaloo tossed his head intensely, holding tight against Twilight Sparkle while his penis emptied every drop of seed he had into her birth canal. He felt so hot and wet and going.
And then he felt kind of embarassed. “S-sheesh,” Scootaloo stammered, lifting up off of Twilight’s belly, dizzy from how good he felt but already cooling off from that intense, driving need. “I didn’t mean to embarass you in front of... you know.”
“It’s alright Scootaloo, I just...” Twilight lay a hoof on his back, saying, “I have to come to terms with that part of myself, and so does he. Spike understands. If anything, I’ll have more to worry about when he goes into puberty. Lucky for me dragons are so long lived. I just can’t believe I ended up being such a... foal fiddler!”
“A what?” Scootaloo asked warily.
“A paedophile,” Twilight clarified, but not really. Then she actually clarified, saying, “Most adult ponies don’t like foals... in a sexual way. It made perfect sense to me. Foals are too small, can’t fill up a mare like a stallion can, and certainly can’t mount her effectively. I mean no offense, but imagine what a lady killer you’re gonna be grown up!
“I wouldn’t enjoy foals, since they’re not mature enough to know what they’re doing, not well educated, and not supposed to be interested in sex,” Twilight said, fiddling with a lock of her mane. “And yet... here I am sitting under a sheet, with you um... doing me. Obviously you’re not a young foal, or you wouldn’t have problems with estrus, nor Sweetie Belle, but... this is your first estrus, and you’re still very young, compared to me.”
“Well—but... I’m doing my best,” Scootaloo said unhappily. “What did I do wrong? You didn’t like it? Because I—”
“No, that’s just the thing,” Twilight assured him. “I’m having the time of my life here! You gave me a vaginal orgasm! You were superb, as far as I can tell. It’s just that makes me... strange, I guess. Most adults wouldn’t be able to... enjoy that, without another adult? I can’t even speculate on how it works anymore.”
Twilight slid out from under (and around) him, and started taking down the blanket fort with her magic, sighing wistfully as no pony at all was revealed to be waiting for her on the other side looking for a book.
“It’s just foal fiddlers don’t have much of a future,” she told Scootaloo, following along worriedly with the folded sheet on his back. “If you can’t enjoy older ponies... foals grow up fast, and then what do you do? Foal fiddlers are reputed to... not care about foals, since they just dump them, once the foals grow up big and strong.”
“Didn’t you just mate with an older pony?” Scootaloo offered. “I forget his name, but you said um... someone you are with often.”
“Well sure, and he was a perfect gentlecolt,” Twilight told Scootaloo, “I’m just concerned about my ability to enjoy... you, so to speak. What am I gonna do if somepony like you grows up? Just hide from them in the library, like I’ve done most of my life, now with nopony ever coming in even to check out books?”
She sighed again, and Scootaloo frowned, repeating himself. “Miss Twilight, didn’t you just mate with an older pony?”
“Yes, but how is that relevant?” Twilight asked turning to look down at him cluelessly.
“You didn’t enjoy it?” Scootaloo prompted searching her face for some indication she understood. “I don’t think it matters if you enjoy um... colts,” he said vaguely, “The problem is if you don’t enjoy ponies your own age. So, do you?”
“A-a-actually Davenport’s a good deal older than me,” Twilight said with a blush, slotting the folding chairs in the closet they came from. “Maybe even as much as you and I, but age gaps don’t make as much of a difference after you’re fully grown.”
“Well if you didn’t enjoy him, then maybe you have a problem,” Scootaloo said, pushing the drawer closed with the sheets in it.
“Of course I enjoyed it though,” Twilight protested. “How could I not? He was so very... um...” she blushed again, ekeing out, “big.”
Scootaloo just shook his head, confused.
“I’ll deal with my own issues in time,” Twilight assured him. “But for now I have to be there for my friend, and... do anything I can to help her get through this with minimal scarring.”
“Scarring?!” Scootaloo said a little alarmed.
“Emotional scarring,” Twilight corrected herself, and Scootaloo was pretty sure that didn’t mean scarring scarring. Actually Rainbow Dash would probably make a wicked scar look totally cool.
That was when a glop of Scootaloo’s seed dripped out from Twilight’s vagina and descended to the floor. It didn’t make it that far, becoming enveloped in her purple magic and lifting up in the air to swing in front of her face.
“Whoops! Heh heh,” she said embarassedly, crossing a hind leg over another. “Guess I better go get cleaned up.”
Scootaloo gulped, looking at Twilight’s star covered rump, and said, “You don’t have to, you know.”
“Hmm? What do you mean?” Twilight asked him.
“Well it’s just—you could just you know, keep it inside for a w-while,” he said, blushing embarassedly.
“Oho, Casanova,” Twilight said in a sly tone, whoever that was, gazing at him playfully, floating the globule behind her, and smearing it up right against her nether lips. “You wanna make your mares good and pregnant, do you?”
“N-no, I just like it inside, and... yeah I guess it’s kinda stupid,” Scootaloo admitted. “But Sweetie really likes it in there!” he claimed. “And I like putting it in there, because it’s like... it’s like I’m still inside you! I can’t help it. I’m just a... a colt.”
“It’s okay to be a colt, Scootaloo,” Twilight said, lifting his chin with a hoof. “You’re maturing into a wonderful young stallion, and you’re going to be feeling things that encourage you to impregnate ponies. There’s nothing wrong with that. When you’re ready to foal, it enables you to do it. Sweetie needs you to feel that way; she can’t do it alone.
“Just learn how your body works, and when you want to use that thing between your legs, realize that just because you want it, doesn’t mean you have to do it. You can want it, and still choose to do something else. And that doesn’t mean wanting it is bad. It just means you want something else too. Cleaning off doesn’t reduce my chances of getting pregnant at all; an IUD does. So it’s totally fine for me to indulge your colty feelings and leave your seed inside me.”
“Nevertheless, I can’t go dripping all over the library floor,” Twilight added wryly. “I’ll just get cleaned up enough I’m not going to make a mess, and I’ll leave the rest inside okay?” She pranced her rear lightly beside him saying, “One marehood Scootaloo’ll always be inside.”
Scootaloo just blushed and couldn’t say anything that wouldn’t sound totally sappy. Twilight let him follow her to the bathroom, where she... exerted herself until she wasn’t dripping out anymore, collecting all his white stuff in a neat little container that she covered with a stopper.
“That should be good,” Twilight said, looking down at the nervous orange colt with a half smile. “Does that leave an acceptable amount of you in there, to fertilize me?”
“Y-yeah,” Scootaloo said looking at those lavender hindquarters that so much of his seed had dripped out of, “I mean, no! I mean, I don’t want to fertilize you I’m just being all sappy.”
“Very well,” Twilight said neutrally, “Now I’ve got to get back to studying. I don’t have much material on demons at this library, but until my request comes through I’m going to have to try and find anything I can get, so I can help Rainbow Dash. And maybe the next time you meet, she won’t be turning you down for another stallion.”
“She didn’t seem angry or anything,” Scootaloo offered. “Just really, really uh... distracted! Like she couldn’t think about things normally.”
“I’m afraid Rainbow Dash got herself enchanted,” Twilight said sadly. “She was definitely not in her right mind.”
“Yeah, she just needed it so bad, I wasn’t good enough for her, so she went to find the adult stallions,” he said eagerly, though he felt a little bummed by the end of saying that.
“I can’t say things will work out with you and Rainbow Dash,” Twilight said. “But you cannot conclude that you weren’t good enough! What about now? Was this not good enough?” She flicked her stripe tail demonstratively.
“Yeah, but you’re a pedo... uhm... thing, so it’s different?” Scootaloo attempted. Twilight shook her head.
“The trouble is Rainbow Dash was enchanted, Scootaloo,” Twilight explained to him. “It could be true that you’re not good enough for her, or it could be false. You cannot tell, because she wasn’t in her right mind. Do you know she mated with the entire stallion’s hoofball team?”
Scootaloo had not realized that. Rainbow Dash with... those guys? They were all brawny and groundbound. Why would she—
“And the entire weather team?” Twilight added. “Her enchantment was making her collect sexual energy, and seed, from as many ponies as possible. So even if you were really good, she’d still have to do what she did. Because she ran across some foul magic, and none of us caught it in time.”
“So, what’s gonna happen to her?” Scootaloo asked feeling pretty miserable despite Twilight’s unsatisfying reassurances.
“She... should be fine,” Twilight said. “It depends on the nature of the demon that infested her. If it’s a second circle demon, then the worst she’ll have to face is aborting before she gives birth to hundreds of impspawn. If it’s a third circle... well, her womb might serve as a vessel for birthing some monstrosity.”
“How many circles are there?” Scootaloo asked worriedly.
“Five, or five circles is all ponies have been able to confirm,” Twilight said. “The demon fragment is... seriously messed up. Ponies theorize that some sort of failsafe triggered in the end of their civilization, trying to contain the disaster, cryogenically. It didn’t work, but ponies cannot approach closer than the 5th circle before they start freezing solid. Hardly possible than anything survived closer to the epicenter than that.”
“R-really?” Scootaloo asked with his ears tilting straight down. “Where um... where is it? It’s not gonna—”
“Oh, don’t worry Scootaloo,” Twilight smiled. “Princess Celestia herself used some very powerful magic long ago, to erase the demon realm from reality. It still manages to come back sometimes in fits and spurts, but it’s not gonna be flooding us with demons any time soon.”
“It sounds really dangerous!” Scootaloo said tearfully. “Are you sure Rainbow Dash is going to be alright?”
Twilight looked down at him quietly.
“I really need to get back to my studying,” she said noncomittally, walking past Scootaloo to trot down the library shelves. “I wish I could offer you more advice, but the best thing you could do now frankly, is to return to the orphanage, and wait there until Rainbow’s condition has been resolved.”
“Okay, miss Twilight,” Scootaloo said with a sigh, turning and making his way out of the room, and then making his way out of that surprisingly large tree library. He still didn’t entirely understand what was wrong with Rainbow Dash, but Twilight was right. Scootaloo needed to get back before anypony noticed he was gone, and started getting suspicious that he was escaping again. And there really wasn’t anything better he could do other than wait for Rainbow Dash to get better.
Scootaloo hated waiting...