Scootaloo’s Ejaculation Matures

Fucking, fucking, just that lovely mindless humping, a little colt and a little filly discovering what they can do when they stop thinking and start feeling. Nopony knew what they were doing together in their tender intimate moments. Discovering each other, learning from each other in a confusing world of shame and secrets. Reveling in the joy that they could bring to one another, with absolutely no clue about what consequences this could bring in the future.

Sweetie gasped, as Scootaloo’s familiar twitching suddenly started squirting against her flesh in there! Squirt, squirt, squirt, and then Scootaloo was just throbbing in her again. Sweetie was astonished, and a bit freaked out. She felt the familiar bulk of Scootaloo’s penis, but also a weird slimy feeling, deep inside where the shaft’s head pressed against Sweetie in there. The weirdest thing is Sweetie Belle was already slimy, like really slimy. She was perfectly slimy and wet, just like Scootaloo loved, and just like Sweetie had come to appreciate of her body. Sweetie loved making herself wet, because Scootaloo slid in so easily that way, like he belonged there. And he did belong in there! Just wet enough that they could feel the friction and the heat, Sweetie’s amazing inside place turned Scootaloo’s boy pole into a gleaming slick instrument of pleasure.

Yet she still felt something slimy in there. Something that had squirted against her, in time with Scootaloo’s bobbing penis. And it was still in there. Scootaloo pulled his penis out, and Sweetie felt the slimy stuff move, like, dribble down her... something in there, before her place closed up and was as inscrutable as it normally was. Was it still there, deep inside her? Her bottom just felt normal!

“What happened?” Sweetie Belle asked, when Scootaloo pulled out of her. “I felt something this time!”

“I don’t know Sweetie, it felt like... something?” Scootaloo said uncertainly.

“You were squirting something in me!” Sweetie said in a rising note of horror.

“What?!” Scootaloo exclaimed, “No I wasn’t!”

“You were!” Sweetie accused tapping his chest. “I felt some slimy squirts hitting me in there!”

Scootaloo blushed, but was it because he was guilty, or because he was just thinking about how slimy Sweetie got in there?

“When did I do that?!” Scootaloo said worriedly. “I was just sliding in you until my penis started jerking, I swear!”

“When you were jerking,” Sweetie prompted him. “Every time you did, it was like a squirt gun in there. Right from that hole in it!”

“A–a what?” Scootaloo said blankly. “I can’t make anything come out of my penis when it’s stiff. That hole is just for pee and I can’t—”

“H-how do I clean in there if you peed in me?” Sweetie whimpered despondantly.

“I can’t pee when I’m stiff, Sweetie!” Scootaloo said soothingly to the distraught unicorn. “There’s no way it’s pee. Only you can pee when we’re doing it, but my thing stays just... it just only twitches!”

Sweetie sniffled, and looked at her pert little vulva. “I-it didn’t feel like pee,” she said mutedly. “Just all slimy and stuff.”

“You sure it wasn’t just you, Sweetie?” Scootaloo asked uncertainly. “You’re the one who makes all that awesome slimy stuff.”

“It was a different slimy!” Sweetie said. “I’m... why would I be able to squirt against myself in there?”

“Because it feels good?” Scootaloo attempted.

Sweetie started to correct him, but then paused, and shifted her hips thoughtfully. “It didn’t feel bad,” she concluded. “And it is already slimy down there. But what was that?”

“I dunno, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said uneasily. “I didn’t mean to squirt anything in you. All I did was the sliding, and then the twitching. It felt really good this time, so maybe that’s... something?”

Though they both inspected Sweetie’s hips, neither could see anything strange about them. Whatever it was, was lost deep inside her. They’d have to wait until Scootaloo’s penis recovered to get that deep again. Scootaloo forgot about inspecting the damage pretty quickly and just started slurping at her. Sweetie would have protested, but ohh my gosh did it feel good. And despite her legs piking and her squeals growing urgent, and her insides pulsing rhythmically while she lost her mind from the feel of Scootaloo’s tongue on her special button, despite all that, Sweetie didn’t feel any more squirts inside of her at all. It was just Scootaloo’s penis that did it.

The penis Scootaloo couldn’t use until later. So they had to wait.

...

Sweetie gasped as again Scootaloo started squirting in her! He was doing it every time now! “O-o-ohshi—” Scootaloo snapped out, heaving against Sweetie to pull himself out, but his squirting had already stopped and he just pulsed emptily in the air, huffing for breath, and staring at his own penis in shock.

“I think I felt it that time, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said quietly once they stood together. “I was trying to not do it, and it just like... pools inside me I guess? I tried to pull out, as soon as I felt it!”

“Well, you should have pulled out sooner!” Sweetie said frustratedly, rubbing at her tingling vulva. “I still don’t know how to clean it out!”

“Y-yeah, how much have I put in you so far?” Scootaloo wondered, counting on his hooves. “You said it happened four times so far, and you haven’t um... noticed anything?”

“Nothing came out at least,” Sweetie said. “Just my own juicy stuff.”

“Well, next time I’ll stop even sooner but—but Sweetie, how am I going to do the jerking thing, without your place doing it to me?”

Sweetie pondered, and then her eyes widened as she recalled something she wanted to try before Scootaloo started mounting her every time. She smiled devilishly and said, “I think I have an idea. Meet me at the clubhouse the day after tomorrow, after Apple Bloom is doing her chores. Your penis will be ready then, right?”

“U-uh, well yeah I think so,” Scootaloo said uncertainly. “Man, remember when we started, we couldn’t even do it like once a week!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re um... getting a better penis?” Sweetie said. “Like a workout or something?”

“Just thinking about you makes my penis recover faster,” Scootaloo said giving Sweetie a gentle hug. Sweetie blushed bashfully and hugged him back.

“I like thinking about you too,” she confessed. “When your penis is still too tired, and I um... need to do the squeezy thing.”

“Hey, my mouth is never tired,” Scootaloo said enthusiastically, “We just have to find a quiet place to meet and I’ll make you explode twice!”

Sweetie giggled, “My place is just insatiable,” she only half complained. “Sometimes it’s just easier to rub myself, and... think about you.”

Scootaloo rubbed a hoof, but didn’t say anything to that.

...

Scootaloo was thrusting in Sweetie Belle, and she had grabbed onto the chair with her forelegs to hold herself against Scootaloo’s powerful eagerness. Thump, thump, thump, the chair legs went as they slid together. Sweetie never ever got tired of it, well except when she squeezied, but then when they met the next time, she was all ready for Scootaloo, and Scootaloo for her! Scootaloo’s shaft swelled up inside her, and Sweetie’s pastel curls shifted as she lolled her head back, just loving that filled feeling and—oh shoot!

“Scoo-OOtaloo,” Sweetie said unsteadily. “S-st-stop push-pushing into me!”

Scootaloo didn’t even slow down. Sweetie didn’t want him to slow down! But if he didn’t then he would... she would feel like he was squirting inside her, but never be able to tell what’s going on! “Scootaloo!” Sweetie moaned mostly lustfully. “Stop, Scootaloo! We have to check!”

“I can’t!” Scootaloo bit out, just shoving in her like his life depended on it. “C-can’t stop now! I’m almost!”

Sweetie was getting scared now. Scootaloo couldn’t stop? He’d be messing up her inside place for sure then! Sweetie managed to get her hooves under her in front of the chair, but that rippling pistoning continued and she just wanted to stand there and take it. Sweetie clumsily knocked the chair over to get past it, trying to walk forward, but Scootaloo gripped his hooves around her thighs, pulling her back so he could thrust into her! Sweetie stood there being fucked, her lust addled mind not making it any easier to solve this conundrum. Finally with a passionate “Rargh!” she pushed forward strongly and swiftly, and Scootaloo’s forehooves failed to grip down on her. That slippery sliding feeling was in only one direction, then pop she was free.

And you know what Scootaloo did? He tried to put it inside her again! “You are hopeless, Scootaloo!” Sweetie said, dancing her hips sideways even as he whimpered and tried to rear up on them. “I said stop!”

“But I have to...” he mewled pitifully. It was very un-Scootaloo-y. That penis was just making him do the weirdest things! Much like her own rear end was making it very hard not to just crawl under that pegasus thrusting into the air and let him squirt in her even worse. She... she understood how he felt, but Scootaloo had to show some self restraint!

“Just, calm down,” Sweetie said. “You remember, we need to do the twitchy thing with you outside, so it doesn’t put more sticky stuff in there?”

Scootaloo’s eyes dawned with realization. “Ohh, right. I totally forgot about that! But then can I... I mean, can I just go in a little?” he whimpered, his hips rocking all on their own.

“Oh sure,” Sweetie said teasingly, “But I’m gonna make you do the twitchy thing so much you’ll be tired for a week!”

Scootaloo seemed to get that something was up then, from how Sweetie was sauntering around him. He rolled his eyes, saying, “Boy if only that was possible anymore.”

Sweetie Belle craned her head down, and nuzzled under his belly. Bobbing there was his gleaming, fleshy shaft still covered in her juices, just waiting to go inside her hips. No, no she was going to use her mouth this time. Just like Scootaloo did for her. No more “behind” inside for Sweetie Belle, until she makes sure it’s safe to do so!

“Trust me Scootaloo, this’ll work great,” Sweetie said, “When you do this to me, it’s way easier to do the squeezy thing, than when you just use your penis.”

“Huh?” Scootaloo said cluelessly. “What’re you even doing down there?”

Sweetie didn’t know exactly how best to do it, so she just went with what she would have liked if it was her own petals. She tenderly kissed the flat head of Scootaloo’s penis, pressing her mouth against it and letting her tongue flick against it. It was so soft. “Swee– tie~~” Scootaloo managed to gasp out.

“You’ve licked me so much,” Sweetie responded, cradling his penis possessively in her hoof, “And now it’s my turn for a while.”

He would thrust when she licked the side of his shaft, making his penis jutter away from her, but Sweetie was persistent. She mostly tongued on his head, which made Scootaloo cry out intensely. It was just like... just like Sweetie’s special button! Scootaloo’s entire tip must have been one big special button, way out separated from his groin. Sweetie focused on that then, and mouthed on it like it was a lollipop, and Scootaloo just shuddered in place, needing to push that penis forward whenever he felt it in moist warmth. It was like Sweetie was suckling him, but she suckled his penis instead of a mother’s teats. And he even tried to push his penis into her mouth! That penis just loved going into things.

But unlike Sweetie’s button, the tip of Scootaloo’s penis had a very special hole in it. Her tongue explored its slight depression, making Scootaloo cry out even more desperately, so she tongued it and learned of it. This must be where he pees from! But... it didn’t taste like pee. It tasted like salt and musk and Scootaloo. Something Sweetie couldn’t get enough of. But her tongue remained cognizant of that hole, and what she was trying to do. It was easier to remember when Scootaloo’s mind was the one clouded with lust, while Sweetie got to suck on his dick more clear headedly.

When he finally climaxed, with a shout from him, his penis just started jerking in the air, bobbing against where the tip of it was caught in Sweetie’s lips. If she didn’t pull off he was going to—in her mouth! Sweetie jerked back, but Scootaloo’s orgasm was thoroughly underway. He just stood there shuddering while his penis jerk jerk jerked, and before Sweetie’s eyes a stream of white erupted from the tip, right at the height of his penile contraction, splattering on the floor. His penis bobbed up again, and another squirt blasted out of him, and Sweetie jammed her hoof in the way with barely time to react before a third stream shot out and landed on her hoof, painting over it with white on white. From the fourth squirt on, Scootaloo didn’t have anything left in him, his glands not quite mature yet. So she watched and counted while he bob, bob, bobed that penis, pumping impotently, and finally it lurched up once deliberately, the way Scootaloo could stretch it on purpose, and then it went relaxed and limp.

“H–how was that, Sweetie?” Scootaloo asked tiredly.

Walking on three legs, Sweetie carefully brought her hoof to Scootaloo’s face, with an accusing expression on her face. “Toldja you squirted,” she said in a dissatisfied fashion. It had a smell to it, like the smell in the air before a storm, overlaid with Scootaloo’s own unique spicy musk. There was... just about nothing about it that was unpleasant. But the fact remained that Sweetie had been squirted into, and she didn’t want to hurt her inside place.

“No I didn’t I... really?” Scootaloo said. Sweetie indicated her hoof, where Scootaloo looked carefully at the glop caught on her pastern. “T-that does smell like me uh... but... really? I totally didn’t feel anything!”

“You squirted three times,” Sweetie pronounced, “It only happened three times, but you kept bobbing your penis after, for a while.”

“Yeah I don’t bob it, it just does that on its own,” Scootaloo repeated. “I–I didn’t know it was squirting though.”

“We can’t keep doing this, if you’re gonna squirt it in me!” Sweetie said disappointedly. “What even is this stuff? It’s all thick and slimy.”

Scootaloo looked at her pastern, and squinted his eyes uncertainly, then took an experimental lick. Sweetie shuddered, gaping astonishedly at Scootaloo who rolled it in his mouth and said, “It doesn’t taste like anything really... just kind of goopy.”

“Scootaloo, what if that was pee!” Sweetie exclaimed in alarm. “You can’t eat that!”

“Hey, it came out of me, so why can’t it go back in?” Scootaloo said undeterred, taking another lick before Sweetie pulled her hoof away.

“Pee comes out of you,” she said huffily, “A-and that stuff, whatever it is. And I don’t know if you’re supposed to put it in there. ...in me.”

Scootaloo looked at Sweetie with a worried, hurt expression, and said, “But it feels so good! Why can’t we just... we gotta just... like, stop it coming out somehow.”

“Well, until we figure something out, you’re gonna have to finish outside,” Sweetie insisted.

“Yeah I guess...” Scootaloo admitted reluctantly. “I don’t want to pee in you or whatever,” He looked at the floor where the remaining squirts landed, and touched it warily, thankfully not licking it. “So this stuff is um... twelve squirts inside you. You feel it or anything?”

“I–I can feel it when your penis is in there,” Sweetie said caught off guard. “It’s less sensitive when it um... cinches up though. Plus your penis was kind of smearing it against me, so yes I could feel it... every time.”

“Where does it all go?” Scootaloo wondered. “It can’t just stay in there.”

“W-well it better not!” Sweetie said. “Maybe I um... ate it? I don’t know if my inside place down there can eat things.”

“Still, you’re right Sweetie,” Scootaloo said gravely. “I have got to start pulling out before I go and do that in you again. It’s just... no way around it.”

“B-but didn’t me licking your penis feel even better?” Sweetie said, feeling nervous before him.

Scootaloo eased her mind by grinning awkwardly. He said, “Yeah, um... yeah it felt really good and when you licked me I couldn’t stop going overboard, and doing the jerking, so that means it felt really good. But uh... you know how I lick you sometimes, and you’re like, ‘Oh, I want it so bad, Scootaloo!’ and you pull away and just stick your butt up in the air and just about beg me to get inside?”

“Y-yeah?” Sweetie said carefully. “I mean, it feels good when you’re inside, so um...”

“But licking feels better, right?” Scootaloo persisted.

“Yeah, but you being inside me just feels more um...” Sweetie frowned. Scootaloo was right, the licking did feel better, so why was she always so eager to get penetrated? It was like the better she felt, the more she needed to be filled. “It feels more satisfying,” Sweetie finally settled on.

“OK so, when I did the twitching outside you, I uh,” Scootaloo searched the room for the words to speak, “I wanted to say oh, I want it so bad Sweetie Belle! So it felt um... better, but it just makes me want to be inside you more.”

He stomped a hoof, “And I can’t now that I went and um... penis throbbed. With the uh, squirting. I’m all soft now!”

“You can still go inside once your penis comes out again,” Sweetie gave in appeasingly, “Just not when you’re doing the twitching thing. You can just slide it in me, until you’re about to, and I’ll finish you outside.”

“I guess that sounds cool, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said uncertainly. Uncertainly, because something about it didn’t sound cool at all, and he couldn’t figure what it was. It was just... good to be inside Sweetie Belle when he was twitching. But how do you explain that to a filly, who’s never been inside someone else while it was happening to her?

...

Sweetie pulled back, gasping for breath as Scootaloo started throbbing in her mouth. “Scootaloo, look!” she said hurriedly to the orgasming colt, who had his eyes scrunched shut and his head tilted back. Scootaloo snapped his eyes open and stared. That did nothing to even slow down what was happening behind his belt. He was laying belly up this time, so Sweetie could show him. Sweetie lifted his penis away from his belly with her hoof, shivering as it jerked rhythmically against her. Scootaloo inhaled sharply when a white squirt shot out of it, and then gave a confused moany sort of grunt when the second, and the third squirt emerged. And then a... whimper? He whimpered as he continued to twitch, his breath catching to the same rhythm of his bobbing dick.

“Well?” Sweetie asked with a smug smile.

“It never did that before!” Scootaloo said in astonishment. “I–I totally can’t pee when I’m like this. There shouldn’t have been anything!”

“Well,” Sweetie said speculatively, still cradling that dick. “I make two um... wet things out of my bottom. One is pee, and the other is that um... slidey juice that you like to lick up. So maybe your penis makes pee, and also something else too.”

“But it never did!” Scootaloo said in exasperation. “I just twitched like I was doing it, but nothing came out.”

Sweetie blinked. “You mean you could tell, when you were inside me?” she asked uncertainly.

Scootaloo shook his head, “No, I was just... it got big when I was thinking about you, and I started uhm... hitting my belly with it, until it filled up with the twitching feeling. I did that a lot at first, when we just started, until we had a good way that I could get some time to do it inside you. But I swear not a single drop of anything came out.”

“But couldn’t you have done it inside me back then?” Sweetie said sympathetically. “If you weren’t making stuff come out, then it would have been totally okay.”

“Y-yeah, just it was inconvenient, um...” Scootaloo scratched the back of his purple maned head. “A-and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how you felt and stuff... it’s hard to resist when that starts happening. I was so much happier when I could do it inside you for real, though.”

“I... I guess we both felt that way sometimes,” Sweetie said quietly. “I um... I don’t mind if you do that.”

“R-really?” Scootaloo said unsurely. “But remember my penis gets tired, so I need to save it for you.”

“I know how it feels though,” Sweetie assured him, hugging him around the shoulders for comfort. “I know when I think about you doing that... going in me, it makes me want to touch myself.”

“Y-you want to do that now?” Scootaloo asked hopefully.

Sweetie was about to hesitate, but then realized she’d actually trailed her hoof down to fondle at her groin. “You don’t um, want to lick me?” she asked, an odd sense of anticipation in her.

“No, I wanna watch!” Scootaloo said excitedly. “You just do it to yourself, and I... I’ll tell you how pretty you look!”

Sweetie laughed brightly. “You’re silly Scootaloo,” she said, but before her friend’s ears could lower in shame, Sweetie started rubbing her own vulva, quite happy to do it in Scootaloo’s presence, adding a soft, tender, “Okay...”

Scootaloo was too speechless at the sight to tell Sweetie Belle how pretty she looked.

...

Scootaloo popped out of Sweetie wetly. It was her wetness though, not anything from him. He was getting better at this now that he worked so hard at it, and hardly ever squirted inside her anymore. Sweetie was ...of mixed feelings about that, but that’s what they decided to do. And really, it was an amazing learning experience.

Over the past year, Scootaloo’s penis had gotten longer and thicker, and the tip had broadened more. It was really cool how it was changing, as he got towards that age that every mother dreads. Getting better at fitting inside Sweetie, even as Sweetie was unknowingly getting wetter and more muscular, and more receptive to its penetration. The blood vessels in her little vagina were pumping strongly now when she was stretched wide, making it feel more exciting and awake in there. You could even sort of see it in how easily her vulva puffed up now with just a little attention from Scootaloo. But that was Scootaloo seeing it, not Sweetie Belle. And as much as Scootaloo was changing, he still shrank up into that conveniently inauspicious little sheath. And his prostate was growing, but his balls remained their small, compact size. So the maturation of their bodies was thus far a secret only between him and Sweetie Belle.

Now that Scootaloo hung in the air, dripping and ready, Sweetie shivered as her insides reacted to his absence, twinging and closing down before Scootaloo’s eyes. She liked showing him when that happened, because something about watching where his penis went was... Scootaloo didn’t explain it really well, but he really liked her showing him stuff about her down there. Sweetie turned around as soon as she felt situated enough, and Scootaloo agreeably sat on his back, while Sweetie got to work on his penis.

Sweetie Belle also liked swallowing his penis as far into her mouth as she could, from the way it made him groan, and from the tantalizing texture of his shaft. It was firmer on the sides than the tip, and very hot and smooth. And there was a ring in the middle, where his penis sort of doubled up. He would grow and swell up to that ring, and then more penis emerged from that ring growing and swelling as well. It all blended into one solid shaft in the end, but it was quite handy for when he deflated to naturally slide it up inside him.

She couldn’t get her mouth to the ring, but she could rub her hooves down there, stroking her fur against his shaft and tickling him into that uncontrollable throbbing. Sweetie was still tingling all over, from her own uncontrollable throbbing just now. But she didn’t have as much to show for it as Scootaloo would. So she devoted extra effort into pushing Scootaloo over the edge, until he spat out a warning and Sweetie pulled loose, kissing and licking him as the throbbing started.

“Here it goes!” Sweetie said as Scootaloo’s shaft started bobbing strongly. He stood there stiffly, grunting anxiously, as his twitching turned into a pumping, ropes of seed erupting from his penis and flying through the air. Sweetie was always captivated by the sight, and torn with a weird discontent at the knowledge that those powerful squirts could have been inside her. Once Scootaloo stopped squirting and his penis was just jerking, Sweetie did a mental tally.

“You’re up to five squirts!” she announced to a relieved looking Scootaloo. “Five good ones too. A lot was coming out with each squirt.”

“Heh...” Scootaloo smiled despite himself, “Well I guess I’m just getting better at it. It’s so cool how I can just squirt as hard as I want now, without worrying about it hurting you. You’re real nice Sweetie, helping me out. All I gotta do is stand here and squirt it out, and let you do it to me.”

“Well now you know why I like licking too,” Sweetie said smugly. She got a sponge and started cleaning up the ropy excretion. Scootaloo grabbed one himself, and walked circles around the floor of the shed. They’d been doing it in an old supply shed lately, which had a smooth stone floor that was easy to clean. And also so it wouldn’t bother Apple Bloom, who walked into the clubhouse one day and was like,

“Good gravy, what is that smell?”

Sweetie Belle wasn’t sure if it was in reference to her or Scootaloo, but they had just now been fucking in earnest, until Sweetie saw Apple Bloom approaching through the window, as her head had rocked forward with Scootaloo’s thrusts. So it certainly was the smell of one of them.

“It’s just boring mushy stuff,” Scootaloo said as Apple Bloom looked between them suspiciously. “You know, we’ve been like... doing stuff together.”

“Yeah, all kissy and... humpy and stuff,” Apple Bloom said with what might have been disdain, but was actually a confused envy. “Gotta be honest, never thought you’d be into that sorta thing, Scoots. Especially with Sweetie! She’s like, the girliest of ponies. No offense, Sweetie.”

“None taken,” Sweetie said politely.

And it was especially embarassing to have to clean up the fluids while Apple Bloom was there. Sweetie’s bottom really liked to drool all over the clubhouse floor, while Scootaloo thrust it out of her. Scootaloo covered for Sweetie, saying it was just some juice they spilled. But Sweetie thought she was going to die of blushing when Apple Bloom took an experimental lick off her hoof and said, “Huh, marshmallowy.”

And it was totally more like root beer than like marshmallows.

So now they were in the shed over behind the tool barn, cleaning up Scootaloo’s spoo from the floor. No risk of Apple Bloom walking in on them, though they had to have the pretense of the three of them playing together. Sweetie and Scootaloo just needed to do their “kissy thing” first, and Apple Bloom was very understanding about that. So she just cooled her heels on the playground while Scootaloo and Sweetie went and did each other, and just said they were like, at the bathroom or something if anypony asked.

That’s why Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo hurried up, and snuck out of the shed fast as they could, buckets in mouth. It was a messy way to do it, but it was the right way to do it, since there was no way that Sweetie was going to let Scootaloo make that many squirts in her. They stashed the buckets and ran to the playground, where Apple Bloom was waiting for them. And the three had the next week to play and learn together, and maybe even get their cutie marks, before Sweetie and Scootaloo felt the urge again and had the opportunity. Sweetie always wanted to ask if Apple Bloom wanted to join them, but she got so shy about it. Apple Bloom probably liked it better on her own, or something. Whenever Sweetie implied they could do it together, Apple Bloom just said she was going to be busy, or that she just wasn’t into that sort of thing.

Scootaloo only squirted a little at first, but then it came out more and more. It wasn’t long before almost the entire duration of Scootaloo’s hot panting throbbing was taken up by the task of squirting stuff out of him. It was messy, but he always pulled out of Sweetie, and let her finish him with her hooves. They were pretty sure that if that messy sticky stuff got way up inside Sweetie Belle, there was no way they’d be able to clean it out! So they both got to watch him helplessly fountaining up into the air. At least, until he finally couldn’t hold himself back from doing it inside her.

...

Sweetie whimpered as Scootaloo thrusted relentlessly. “I’m almost a-aalmost...” she begged. He had to stop or he’d... he’d squirt all that stuff inside her! “S-scootaloo you have to... you can’t squirt it in there...” she said in almost a disappointed tone.

“I...I don’t care Sweetie,” Scootaloo said hotly, so disappointed that his penis started squirting, because he wanted so bad to stay inside there, when it did the awesome twitching thing. To feel those hot walls inside Sweetie Belle alongside his dick, while it was happening to him. “G-going to make you... do the squeezy thing... and feel amazing... and I won’t pull out even if it s-squirts... in you~”

Sweetie came like a raging tide when he said that. Her whole bottom was jerking in place, and he was pushing into that insistently because he—he was going to make her insides—put his gross stuff in there! “S-stop...” she managed to moan, her cheek pressed against the ground.

Scootaloo barely even slowed long enough to say, “No, g-gotta... just let me do it!”

Sweetie whimpered into his thrusting, and she tried to argue, “B-but—” but she was having a really hard time even remembering why this was a bad idea. No, the gross white stuff! How would she clean it out? He couldn’t. “You can’t~” she moaned, her tail jerking as her insides squeezed around that penis that Scootaloo was going to use to totally mess her up.

“S’okay—Sweetie,” Scootaloo said soothingly, even as he strongly pumped his hips, making his fleshy, slick shaft slide in and out of Sweetie’s needy cleft, “Just let it happen... just stay in you, and it feels so good. Don’t wanna ever come out.”

Sweetie whimpered and nodded, both terrified by the prospect of cleanup in there, and by the scary desire rising up in her. “Don’t want you to ever leave, too~” she sung achingly. She missed his throbbing so much b-but it would mean he— “You’re gonna make me so messy!” she almost screamed. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, she was doing it! “Scootaloo!” she cried out, as another orgasm crashed on her, the waves of pleasure shaking through her as his penis made her that way. He could make her messy forever, if she could feel like this! That gross white slimy goo, how it blasted out of his penis, it was gonna just blast out way up inside her!

“Wanna do it,” Scootaloo bit out, sliding in and out of the helplessly orgasming unicorn filly, pushing himself to orgasm too. He pumped and pumped in her like a pony possessed. There was no hesitation in him anymore, just a crazed effort to fill her up! “You’re so hooot Sweetie Belle,” he said, “I’m in there, wanna... s-squirt... deeep....!” And then it happened to him. Sweetie could tell. He shoved into her, like that first fateful time, and for the first time in so long, Sweetie felt Scootaloo thrashing inside her. It was the stiff, warm flesh of his shaft Sweetie felt in her hips, bobbing against her walls, that she couldn’t stop squirming around.

Sweetie tried to jump forward at his first thrashing, to get it out of her before he squirted, but Scootaloo just pushed her down and shoved himself even harder against her. “S–s–sorry...haah!” Scootaloo cried out, right when his penis started squirting, no pumping Sweetie Belle full of goo. She could feel it, even as the apology died on his lips, gooey bursts against something way up in her belly. That gross white stuff was all the way as deep inside her as it would go.

While Sweetie crouched there, rump raised, cunt plumbed, and beside herself with confused lust, Scootaloo held it within her, giving these little frantic grunts as Sweetie felt thick jets of his fluid striking her inside. Biting her lip, she gave into his need then, trying to just ...deal with it, with Scootaloo pulling his pelvis as firmly against her rump as he could, shoving his penis right into the gooey center he was busily helping create! Sweetie Belle just scrunched her eyes shut, at the intense feeling every time he did it, strange hot blooms within her with every ejaculation. Her insides felt slimy and weird, and full. “It’s going into me, Scootaloo~” Sweetie whined in both arousal and fear. “You have to... s-stoohp...” and then, he stopped. Pumping, that is.

“In...” he gasped breathlessly, heaving against her heavily. “In...” He flexed his shaft strongly in her, but nothing came out this time. Because he was all done, and still inside her. Sweetie stood there in a frozen moment, her rump up in the air, and that penis was still in her.

Sweetie Belle couldn’t believe it. She saw all those squirts he was doing, right up into the air. She knew just how they came out of his penis, how they’d arc through the air and hit his chest. He squirted the whole time! She felt them now, each one had just struck her inside. They were hot and slimy and—and slimy in a different way than she was. She felt so... finished. Her inner passage felt completed somehow.

“I am so sorry, Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo’s voice came from above her. Sweetie lifted her head in surprise, just as he pushed roughly off her in a panic, making her feel so weirdly empty as her body struggled to catch up to her now un-fucked state of being. “I was gonna pull out I really was!” he said in a panic. “I just... I pull out every time and a-and just this once, oh sweet Celestia I can’t believe I did that to you!”

“I don’t know, Scootaloo!” Sweetie proclaimed in something of a fright, “You put every single squirt in! Why didn’t you pull out when it started?” She tried worriedly to look at her nethers, to see how far he did it in her. Maybe he just... no, she felt him do it really deep.

“I just... I was so scared I’d have to squirt outside,” he said, staring at her bottom as much as his pale little unicorn friend was staring at her own. “I just held you and did it. Sweetie, you told me not to!”

“I–I feel fine!” Sweetie said anxiously, hooves spread. “It wasn’t that bad, maybe I’m okay! M-maybe I need to—I can’t even see myself!”

“Mirror,” Scootaloo said, trotting off to pull it out of the clubhouse closet, “I-I’ll get the mirror,” he said, shakily setting it up and standing it so Sweetie could see her nether lips. “T-that’s okay right? What do I do? I’ll do anything you say!”

Sweetie didn’t answer, just looking at her pert little nethers. It looked so... normal. She was flushed down there, like she was any time Scootaloo went in her, but her moist vulva were just neatly shut, forming an inconspicuous muff south of her asshole. He... squirts! How many was it this time? And not one single drop outside of her.

“You squirted everything only in me, and never out,” Sweetie said intensely. “And nothing’s coming out. Scootaloo, it’s all still inside me!”

“Of course it—I mean I’m sorry!” Scootaloo almost corrected her. “I didn’t... I did mean to, but I don’t know what I was thinking! I just always wanted to feel those squirts inside you a-and now I messed up. Are you okay, Sweetie? I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“It doesn’t hurt, but,” Sweetie said unconsolably, “It feels all slimy in there!” she protested, looking at her rump that she could feel inside of. “I–I can still feel it.”

“M-maybe we could clean it out? You never had to clean it before, you said!” said Scootaloo clearly out of his league as far as strategy goes.

“I feel so weird, Scootaloo,” Sweetie whined, hiding her head under his. “You did it all in there and I feel—ahh!”

“What?” Scootaloo asked in a panic. “What’s wrong?”

Sweetie pulled away to look at herself in the mirror. “I c-can’t stop being all squirmy in there and—enh! Oh no!” There it was, the goopy white seed, just trickling out of her nethers. “Scootaloo, I’m leaking!” she bleated out in disarray.

“I’ll get a—a cup,” Scootaloo gulped, darting off to where the water jug was.

“Hurry, Scootaloo!” Sweetie said, cringing away as she couldn’t stop it dribbling down her leg. Scootaloo had the cup approximately positioned, Sweetie thought, from what she could see in the mirror.

“Okay just—just push out as much of it as you can,” he said encouragingly.

Sweetie whimpered and tried to focus on that... place. The sliminess was making her head feel all fuzzy. It was somehow totally different from how slimy Sweetie usually was in there. Of course it was different, it was a colt’s juice! She managed to get herself to squirm around it again, trying to tighten up as tightly as she... could. She felt so open, way deep up inside her. All full of him.

Her vaginal flex made more of his semen dribble from her vulva, and encouraged by this Sweetie tried again. She was blushing so hard at how embarassing this was. Did she really have to sit here dribbling from her bottom? It was hard to get in the cup too, because it kept on clinging to her and wanting to run down the fur of her hind legs. She couldn’t believe he did that in there! Why was his penis even doing that, if he wanted it to be in there so much?

It wasn’t long before the cup was... had Scootaloo’s stuff in it, and Sweetie couldn’t get any more out of her. “I still feel all weird inside, though,” she confessed, feeling guilty despite the fact that this was all Scootaloo’s fault. “Why do you keep wanting to put it in?” she whined, looking at him with liquid green eyes full of worry. Worry for her insides, and worry for Scootaloo, what his desires were pushing him to do.

“I don’t know,” Scootaloo said with lowered ears. “It just happens, every time I squirt. Every time I have to think of you inside, and every time you see a squirt come out of me, I have to think ‘I wanna be in. I wanna be in. I wanna be in.’ It goes away when I’m d-done, but then the next time I’m in, I remember that, and... it’s just really hard to not do it. I just couldn’t stop thinking that just this once I could just... push you down and hold it inside you, so you c-couldn’t make me take it out.”

“That was very mean of you, Scootaloo,” Sweetie said disapprovingly, “But there has to be a reason for it! Why do your squirts make you feel that way? You didn’t want to push me; you just had to, because I wouldn’t let you! Are you supposed to mess my bottom up? That was so embarassing! I was l-leaking like it just dripped out of me...”

“It didn’t look bad,” Scootaloo said, rubbing a hoof on the head of his filly friend. “I really feel good when you squirm that place, remember? Even if I’m not big, and all squirted out, it still looks really beautiful.”

“But it’s all slimy,” Sweetie said in a dissatisfied tone, turning away from his gaze.

“Slimy is beautiful!” Scootaloo said again, pulling Sweetie to look at him. “Please Sweetie, it really is beautiful, because it’s you! It’s your bottom, and if you have to get all l-leaky and squirt my stuff out I–I still think it’s so beautiful. I mean, maybe it’s like how I have to do it?”

“What do you mean?” Sweetie asked in confusion.

“Well I have to squirt it out of me,” Scootaloo said. “And I don’t mind being all gross and messy, but it’s still gross and messy! So maybe it’s the same when you squirt it out of you! Is it so ugly and gross when I squirt it all over the place?”

“No!” Sweetie said emphatically. “It’s beautiful! It’s so powerful! Your penis it just—squirts! I don’t know how to say it. It goes so... goes all over the place, because I ...rubbed you...”

“And your place dribbles a bit, so what?” Scootaloo said knocking Sweetie in the shoulder. “It ‘goes all over the place’ because I put it in you. You can make m-my penis do that, so it felt the same for me when I made you... do that.”

“I wasn’t getting the squeezies though,” Sweetie grumped glaring at her own bottom, still a bit put off at the whole idea. “I didn’t want to squirt it out like you do. You just love it squirting out so much, and all I felt was embarassed... and I still don’t know how I’m going to clean in there!” Sweetie was feeling... surprisingly normal again, oddly enough. Despite not cleaning out Scootaloo all the way, the weird slimy feeling was going back to the... normal slimy feeling.

“Well,” Scootaloo cocked his head. “You just need like a... big long wet thing to wipe it all out. Like a... oh.”

Sweetie stopped looking behind her and faced him worriedly. “Oh?” she said not liking the expression on his face.

Scootaloo grinned eagerly... a bit scarily. “Just stand there, Sweetie,” he said. “I thought of a way you’re gonna be cleaner than even before I let it squirt in ya.”

Sweetie was not liking that grin, but she knew Scootaloo would never hurt her. Just... surprise her sometimes. Surprises were fun. “Okay,” she said as he walked around her worryingly. “I just stand here? What are you going to doOOO?!” Sweetie’s cum lined passage was abruptly invaded by a long, seeking tongue.

“Oh Scootaloo, that’s perfect!” she said passionately, facing straight to let him lick her, really really lick her. Sweetie loved it when he licked her, so of course that was it. That was how she got cleaned out. Her passage quivered and that special button she had was just tingling in anticipation, his tongue not sliding across her vulva but just pushing into her wrinkled entrance, spreading her and squirming in where his penis was before.

Sweetie huffed and rocked against him, mashing his face with her messy petals. If he cared to protest, he couldn’t because he was too busy licking her so deep. Her little white unicorn butt was feeling so amazing. It was going to do the tingly squeezy thing. It wasn’t imminent, but Sweetie knew exactly how she responded to this treatment. She knew Scootaloo would never let her come down from this until she was squeezing. The real squeezing that did it on its own, that made her want to squeal with joy.

He didn’t usually spend this much time licking her depths. She really liked Scootaloo licking the surface more, and saving in there for filling with a penis, and he didn’t like getting tongue cramps. But it was his job to clean her out, so in there he went. In a tingly haze of growing arousal, Sweetie realized behind her half lidded eyes that Scootaloo wasn’t just licking her. He was licking himself. That time that he licked his own white stuff, he said he didn’t mind. It came out of him, and now he was licking it all up! Sweetie didn’t—she wasn’t thinking too well. Everything seemed so incredible when this was happening to her.

Once he tired of grooming every inch of her depths, not even leaving a single bit untouched, he licked her surface, where all her special things were. He even used his chin on her b-button. Wet fur on that felt so squeezy winky, it was just what she needed. The tingles went straight up her spine as her bottom place was so on the edge. She couldn’t have squeezed it if she tried, because it was getting ready to squeeze all on its own. It was quivering—it was—~!

With a lightning signal in her brain, Sweetie’s convulsions started. She tried to cry out in passion, but her cry cut off into tight grunts as the heady arousal of Scootaloo’s licking, and his kindness and caring, just took her and made her do things. Made her stand there, squeezing for him. Helplessly winking as her insides rippled, stiff legged, limp tailed, and just staring forward, clenching her teeth and giving a high pitched, if guttural, “Enh! Enh Enh Enh...”

It felt so good, even when the squeezes stopped. The tingles filled her and made her moan in relief, just swimming in the feeling of release. She couldn’t even move it felt so good. She just pursed her lips and just... stood there, being like this. She vaguely noticed Scootaloo walk around her bady, facing her unresponsive, disoriented expression. “You’re all clean, Sweetie,” he said gently, giving her a soft hug. She didn’t respond, but she did manage to lift a shaking hoof to his shoulder. He held her there, grooming at her ears comfortingly as she finished the... feeling thing.

He knew she was done, because of the huge sigh of relief, as she sagged against him. He released Sweetie to stand on his own, and she sidled right up against him, leaning her head against Scootaloo’s and saying, “That one was really good. I didn’t think they could feel better, but they do keep feeling better. Just like with you~”

“Heh heh, yeah,” Scootaloo said bashfully, “Better every time. That’s w-why it... that’s why I forced you to let me squirt it. I didn’t want to, but you were telling me not to, and I just really wanted to do it. It feels better and better, and makes me want to do it more, until I... just ignored you and did it. So... I’m sorry. I’ll try t-to do better next time.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Sweetie prompted simply.

Scootaloo gave her a wan glance. “That a trick question?” he asked.

“You kept wanting to squirt in me more and more,” Sweetie tried to explain, “So when you did it, was it as good as you thought? Don’t worry about if I thought it was good or not. I’m just curious if you felt better than when you just squirt it into the air.”

“Well, obviously,” Scootaloo said with an eye roll. “You just feel incredible in there in general, but it was even more than just that.”

She looked at him curiously.

“It was...” Scootaloo tapped his marely round chin, searching for the right words. “If you normally feel super amazing for me to put my penis in,” he said, “Then when I was squirting it felt super, awesome, ultra amazing.”

“That good, huh?” Sweetie said, in a quietly impressed tone.

“It’s like... I was in you,” Scootaloo said. “I was... all those big old squirts, and I had to do it in there. It was like I was making you... special somehow. Every squirt was a... a Sweetie Belle squirt, not just an air squirt. Your hips just took it and took it!”

“Not like I had much choice,” Sweetie said dryly, flipping his nose with her tail.

“S-s-sorry I shouldn’t have I mean, it wasn’t so bad was it?”

Thoughtful, Sweetie looked out the clubhouse window at the sun dappled orchard outside.

“You don’t have to hold me down,” she said with conviction, turning back to Scootaloo. “Next time you want to do it, just go ahead and squirt it all into me. I’ll let you, so you don’t even have to hold me down, or tell me no.”

“Y-you don’t have to do that for me, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said, lifting a hoof in sympathy for the squirted-in filly that he went and did. “I can do it outside. Really, I can.”

“No, Scootaloo,” Sweetie said walking back to him. “What I mean is, it really wasn’t that bad. I m-missed you shaking around in there. It’s just so cute when you um... I mean, it’s really cool, but still cute when your penis starts jerking. I forgot how much I enjoyed feeling it, since you had to do it outside, until you did it to me today.”

“So you...” Scootaloo looked at her hopefully.

“Yeah,” Sweetie smiled sheepishly. “I think maybe I was overreacting a little. It didn’t hurt, and it was nice when you were doing it, even if I did feel really weird after, with your stuff in there.” At his motion to speak she said hastily, “Weird, but good. I think you’re supposed to do that. So you can do it for a while. We’ll just see how it goes. We can always stop if it starts bothering me.

“And...” she finished shyly, “Maybe lick me all clean after, too...”

“I will make sure there isn’t a single drop left in you,” Scootaloo said confidently. “And,” he added more smugly, “Make you all squeezy from it too.”

Sweetie was totally blushing and hiding her face, but... she was also finding herself smiling. It felt like they finally figured something out between each other.

They hurried down the stairs of the clubhouse, where Apple Bloom was waiting uneasily. “Sorry we took so long,” Sweetie said to the dissatisfied looking yellow filly. “We just had to talk about some stuff.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Apple Bloom said easily. “Ah was just cleanin’ out the tater patch, and ah ain’t waited here too long.” She lifted a hoof saying, “Y’all smell uh... you didn’t mess up the clubhouse again, did ya?”

Sweetie and Scootaloo looked at each other and gulped.

Apple Bloom facehooved as the two apologized profusely and retreated, gallopping up the stairs, and the sound of a bucket and sponge could be heard. Those friends of hers were so weird lately. She didn’t expect Sweetie would be into making all sorts of gross gooey stuff. Apple Bloom was actually totally curious where the heck they got that stuff, but not curious enough to get it on her hooves, again.

It was some kind of bath product thing, or a potion maybe. But who wanted something that was just gross and slimy? Her weird friends, that’s who. Apple Bloom was polite enough not to charge in, not that they showed her anything when they did. All she ever saw was Scootaloo jump right off Sweetie’s back, like massaging her or something. Apple Bloom would just roll her eyes at them then, just another weekend they liked to start out with their weird humpy massage thing.

It couldn’t have been any weirder than what she had to do with the Zap Apples.

Uh oh, somepony being left out? Can’t have that! Next chapter everypony gets to participate in the Zap Apple harvest, and do weird gross things like talking to bees and hopping over watering cans in bunny suits.