“Ha, gotcha!” Scootaloo said, pinning Sweetie flat to the floor. Sweetie wasn't really even trying to stop from losing. Not when it made Scootaloo smile like that as she finally got one up on Sweetie Belle. Sweetie had kind of wanted to do Cutie Mark Wrestlers today because she liked being close to Scootaloo, rather than to get her cutie mark. It had started about getting their cutie marks, but she was starting to enjoy it just because it was exciting and gave her an excuse to feel Scootaloo's warm body pressing against her, that didn't count as namby pamby since it wasn't a hug. So Sweetie smirked and struggled, and Scootaloo just didn’t have the weight in her thin frame to hold Sweetie down.
Soon it was the adorable pinkish unicorn doing the pinning, holding Scootaloo down with her hips saying, “How d’ya like that!” They were alone in the clubhouse today, another indication that neither of them were doing this for cutie marks anymore. Scootaloo tried to lift Sweetie off of her, but Sweetie just sank her hips more firmly against the other filly's. Sweetie just loved everything about Scootaloo, from the way she felt, to her smell which had its own unique spice to it that other fillies didn't seem to possess. It was obviously not about cutie marks, because they hadn’t even really thought to invite Apple Bloom this time. Sweetie loved Apple Bloom, but she just felt different about her first friend Scootaloo. Apple Bloom had seemed kind of uneasy about how close they were getting anyway, and Sweetie didn’t want to weird her out or anything, by Sweetie's sneaky attempts to hug Scootaloo in cool ways.
Scootaloo was blushing heavily at being pinned now. It was so adorable, Sweetie could tell Scoots was embarassed about being taken down so easily. Scootaloo looked up at Sweetie with those warm violet eyes, saying, “I uh, like it a lot.”
Then she cast her eyes down, and mumbled, "I mean—sorry that’s dumb.”
Sweetie kept looking down at Scootaloo in a more thoughtful expression as Scootaloo tried to save face by frowning and turning her head aside. The soft colored unicorn hadn't even thought about... thought that her friend might admit liking it too. Was it really that good? Sweetie didn't even have to ask herself that question; of course it was. Sweetie was just surprised that Scootaloo was so okay with this, with their bodies were so close together, and the other filly in such a helpless position. And Sweetie wondered if Scootaloo would mind if she just did it, but no that would be rude, so Sweetie Belle found herself starting to blush too, saying,
“Scootaloo, is it alright if I ...k-kiss you?”
“What? Where did that come from?!” Scootaloo said, too shocked to even struggle under Sweetie, her forelegs forgotten where they leaned against Sweetie’s chest.
“I just I-I think it would be fun and you’re like this and,” Sweetie stammered nervously, “But I w-want to know if you um, I don’t want to make you feel bad.”
She stared at Scootaloo saying in a more intense tone, “When you’re like this, I could just do it to you. Just have to...” Her head tilted down with her hungry lips almost trembling, “Just have to lean a little bit closer, and we’re kissing...”
“M-maybe later Sweetie,” Scootaloo mumbled frantically, pushing the unicorn's head back. Sweetie frowned at that, but then Scootaloo grabbed her foreleg, and pulled Sweetie Belle around into a different wrestling hold... thing. The pegasus’s lithe body moved so easily in ways Sweetie Belle could only dream of. And that was it for a while. No kissing, no blushing, just enjoying each other.
But whenever Scootaloo had Sweetie pinned in later days, Scootaloo would still joke about it, saying, “Ready to pucker up?” or “Uh oh, here comes my kissy face!” and it was really making Sweetie frustrated. Scootaloo kept teasing her, saying Sweetie Belle couldn’t do it to her, even though Sweetie Belle could! She said Sweetie didn’t even want to kiss her, when Sweetie Belle wanted to kiss her more and more, the more Scootaloo teased her about it! So one time, when Sweetie had the upper hand again, she just... held Scootaloo down and did it.
And it was really scary doing that. Scootaloo was so vulnerable beneath her. The pegasus filly probably could have gotten out of it, but Sweetie just wanted her so bad, so she held onto her and hoped Scootaloo wouldn't escape. Sweetie Belle couldn’t even ask, because she knew Scootaloo would just joke about it again. So Sweetie Belle had to hold down her friend, and just without even asking, bring her lips down to close on Scootaloo’s pumpkin orange muzzle, kissing the other filly hesitantly, and then needily.
It felt so good to touch their lips together. Sweetie’s had felt just... empty, and now they were full of sensation, the smell of Scootaloo in her nose, and even the taste of the salt on her lips, and... and they were soon just hugging each other and kissing deeply. Sweetie was pretty sure you were supposed to lick inside each other’s mouth, because that’s why you put your mouths so close when kissing, and it just felt really good the way So Scootaloo’s tongue warred with Sweetie’s own, and their saliva intermingled into one. It was enough to make Sweetie feel dizzy, and it happened so suddenly! That was all she had to do, just... do it without asking? It shouldn’t have been nice, but it was so nice, because Scootaloo was kissing her back!
But then something weird happened. Scootaloo’s body would slide against Sweetie, whenever she moved, but down between Sweetie’s legs, something else was sliding against her. Right up against those weird fleshy petals that Sweetie had been born with, and past that up along her belly that she had been born with. Sweetie pulled back in shock, at the sudden fear that maybe there was a snake in here, or something. Scootaloo lay there with a silly look on her face, that just made Sweetie’s heart want to explode, but Sweetie warned the other filly urgently, staring at the thing between them... It wasn’t a snake. It was like a dark, fleshy... snake without a head?
“Scootaloo,” Sweetie squeaked in alarm, “There’s something crawling between us!” She pushed off of Scootaloo, but the creature...whatever it was stayed right against Scootaloo’s belly, the surprised pegasus pushing up on her elbows, to look at Sweetie worriedly. And as Scootaloo leaned up, the snake thing tilted away from her belly, in a silent bounce, and then Scootaloo’s pupils narrowed.
Sweetie expected Scootaloo to scream or kick it or something. What she didn’t expect was for Scootaloo to immediately sit on it, covering up the sight of it with her forehooves saying,
“Oh no, oh no I’m sorry Sweetie I didn’t mean to.”
“What do you mean?” Sweetie asked, completely lost at her friend’s reaction. “What is that? Is it safe? Is it your... pet?”
“My—? No!” Scootaloo snapped, blushing hotly. “It’s my penis!” She then turned aside embarassedly, saying, “I-I don’t know why it keeps coming out at weird times. The kissing just made it... I wasn’t going to pee, honest!”
Sweetie just... blanked on this one salient feature of Scootaloo’s flustered explanation.
“Your... penis?” Sweetie Belle asked distantly.
“Yeah, I know it’s gross, sorry,” Scootaloo mumbled, standing and crossing a hoof. “I didn’t mean to just start waving it around. It goes back in on its own just... just give me a sec.”
Sweetie continued to stare blankly until Scootaloo sighed and added, “You fillies are lucky you don’t have to deal with this thing coming out,” at which point the pieces started to fall together for her.
“But you’re a filly, Scootaloo,” Sweetie said emphatically. Then less confidently, she added with a bit of a squeak, “...right?”
Now it was Scootaloo’s turn to blankly stare. Her—her? Sweetie didn’t know anymore. Scootaloo’s penis was distracting, the way it hung underneath her and moved and... and it did start shrinking up and going back inside Scootaloo, where Sweetie couldn’t see it.
“I don’t believe this!” Scootaloo said suddenly angrily, turning fully away from Sweetie Belle and crossing her arms. “Even you?” Scootaloo whined over her shoulder.
“Even me what?” Sweetie asked, taking a hesitant step toward her friend, and then an equally productive step backward.
“Am I really that girly?” Scootaloo asked, in disgust. “I’m not even little. Snips is even smaller than me! I thought at least my best friend could tell.” Scootaloo ended her sentence in a morose whimper.
“But, but—” Sweetie said desperately trying to wrap her head around this. “How long have you been a colt?”
“Since ever?” Scootaloo said curiously, looking back at Sweetie with some concern. “When did I ever say I was a filly?”
“W-well, like when you say come on girls,” Sweetie offered desperate for some semblance of sense in this.
“I’m talking about you girls,” Scootaloo chided her. “Plus, I don’t really know what you even say, if it’s both fillies and colts.”
“I-I don’t think you have to,” Sweetie said bemusedly, “Since fillies are only ever friends with fillies, and colts with colts.”
Scootaloo turned towards Sweetie entirely and there were actual tears in her... his... in Scootaloo’s eyes. “But who cares about that!” Scootaloo said in a frightened tone, “You won’t just make me go away because I’m a colt, will you? Who am I supposed to hang out with, Snips and Snails? I don’t wanna—”
Sweetie cantered forward and pulled Scootaloo into a chest hug. “No, Scootaloo,” she said, “No, no no I would never make you go away, I would be friends with you even if you were a manticore. I don’t care about that at all you’re my friend forever!” Scootaloo’s tense figure relaxed against Sweetie as Scootaloo drew in a shuddering sigh.
“I just hadn’t even noticed before,” Sweetie Belle said, separating from Scootaloo and standing before him in abashed guilt. “I didn’t even notice that only fillies hang out with fillies. It’s really weird! I just never thought about it. I wonder... I-I mean you’ve always been a colt?”
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, scraping a hoof frustratedly. “Everypony thinks I look like a filly though, and other ponies just tease me about it, when they find out. You were the first p-pony who really let me be friends with her.”
“I never had any problem hanging around with you,” Sweetie Belle said comfortingly, sitting her rump right against Scootaloo’s there on the clubhouse floor, “So I don’t know why other colts and fillies aren’t friends with each other.”
“Well, their parents kind of get um, upset,” Scootaloo pointed out. “I don’t have to worry about it since I live at the orphanage, but I mean, parents of other colts who think I’m a filly, or of fillies. But I’ve heard it’s really bad, when your own parents tease you about being friends with fillies. So maybe that’s why?”
Sweetie paused to consider that. But it didn’t make a lot of sense to her either. Her father adored her, and she adored him, and her mother was a practical sort, not the kind to go teasing fillies just for something silly like being friends with a colt. Rarity might care, but... only if she’s making clothing. Clothing is really different for fillies and colts. Except, wait...
Sweetie blushed heavily then, and said, “Oh no. So when we made you dress for the play...”
Scootaloo tilted his head. “...yeah?” he asked cluelessly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you wear a dress!” Sweetie exclaimed to Scootaloo. “That whole play was my dumb idea, and I didn’t even think if you would be a colt.”
Now Scootaloo was really puzzled. “What does wearing a dress have to do with being a colt?” she—no, he asked uncertainly. “It makes it harder to tell, since you can’t see under my tail, but who cares it’s only a performance, right?”
Sweetie blinked.
“Scootaloo, only fillies wear dresses,” Sweetie Belle said, hoping that Scootaloo’s mouth wouldn’t drop open in shock. Oh dear.
“Now everypony thinks I’m a filly!” Scootaloo groaned thumping his forehead against the clubhouse wall. “Nopony told me about all that clothing stuff!”
“W-well I only know, because... oh.” Sweetie swished her broomlike tail, unsettled in so many ways.
“I guess I only know that because my sister makes dresses,” Sweetie said, “So maybe other ponies don’t know either. Or maybe it’s just something only Rarity thinks.”
“I guess,” Scootaloo admitted reluctantly. “But it’s still pretty hard, when you’re a colt who looks kind of uncolty.”
“Well I think you look beautiful,” Sweetie said without thinking. Then she blushed hard. Scootaloo turned towards her as if checking to see if she was joking. “I-I mean,” Sweetie stuttered, “It’s just like in my mangas. I mean,” she shut up, but Scootaloo was looking her head on now.
“Those are like... comics, right?” Scootaloo said uncertainly.
“Yeah, but they have really um... pretty... boys in them,” Sweetie said wanting to die of blushing. “Who sometimes wear...dresses.” She wasn’t sure if that last part was audible.
Scootaloo was silent for a while, then said, “...is that why you wanted to kiss me?”
“No!” Sweetie blurted, “I mean, yes, I mean, no. I just wanted to... I mean I like you a lot and—I mean—I didn’t even know you were a colt!!”
Sweetie didn’t mean that last part to come out as shouting with her hooves waving overhead dramatically.
“It just seemed really... nice,” Sweetie said pulling back in a more subdued manner, “And maybe I thought I’d just try kissing fillies first you know, to practice.”
Scootaloo half smiled, and said, “Guess you dropped the ball on that one.”
Sweetie had to laugh raggedly at that.
“I’m sorry um,” Sweetie said, trying to put her thoughts together and say something that wouldn’t ruin their friendship, “I um, didn’t mean...” she had nothing she could say.
Scootaloo took a long look at the miserably repentant unicorn filly and said quietly, “...you want to try kissing some more?”
...
Sweetie felt like she was going to pass out, not that she had a hard time breathing through her nose, but kissing was just such a dizzy pleasure. The two foals faced each other, and touched lips together, learning through contact about how to kiss each other. It was awkward at first, but increasingly confident as they stopped worrying about how to do it, and just started enjoying themselves.
And, Scootaloo really was a colt. Her best friend really did have a penis, and could do anything a boy could. There was something so incredible about that, because Sweetie had never had a chance to be so close with a colt before, and she was really curious how they were different from her. Scootaloo’s penis for instance, the kissing made it come out. He could kind of control it himself a little, but mostly it was Sweetie Belle who did it to him. Her kissing urged him to slide it out of his body, and for it to rise up twitching and stiff. So his lips were like... a penis button, and Sweetie could kiss them whenever she wanted to make his penis come out.
There were other differences, now that she knew about it, and Scootaloo let her get close enough to find out. But mostly it was his penis. He was just... the same Scootaloo she’d always known, she just never noticed he had a boy thing. It was amazing how few differences there were between colts and fillies. Fillies had smooth round bottoms, well not really smooth because part of hers was kind of weird and wrinkly, right where her pee came out, but Sweetie was pretty flat compared to the sheath and sack that Scootaloo had, with two little round things in it. You’d think it’d be more obvious, but from a distance it was mostly obscured by the dock of his tail, and didn’t really protrude from his butt or anything.
Sweetie was fascinated by how Scootaloo’s penis could come out. He just had a unremarkable little lump there, and then it swelled and out came a fleshy tube. The thing he peed with! Scootaloo didn’t know what it was like not to have one, and Sweetie had to explain that she couldn’t make a big tube come out, and just had to pee straight from her bottom. It was really embarassing for Sweetie that she just sort of had to spill out instead of having a convenient pee-er, but Scootaloo seemed to like that a lot about Sweetie... and kind of weirdly, Sweetie felt flattered that he did.
Sweetie didn’t really get to look at Scootaloo’s penis much though, since he was so shy about it, but she quickly came to know that the one thing that brought Scootaloo’s penis out every time was kissing. Not just kissing, but kissing her. There was something special about Sweetie Belle, that Scootaloo said made his penis come out, something that no other pony could do to him.
A feeling like goose bumps was building up in Sweetie Belle’s tummy, just thinking about it. That had been happening more to her lately, especially when they were kissing. Just a weird nervous flutter in her tummy. She wasn’t as shy, so she asked Scootaloo, but he never felt anything like that. And Apple Bloom wasn’t sure if she had felt it before. She just... wasn’t as delicate with her body as Sweetie. And there was no way Apple Bloom was going to let Sweetie go exploring her belly!
Even if Sweetie really would have liked seeing Apple Bloom, just to compare, like if how Sweetie peed was a difference between fillies and colts, or if it was just Scootaloo who peed differently. That’s just what she’d do. Sweetie would get Apple Bloom and Scootaloo together, and raise both their tails so Sweetie Belle could nose around under there and see what they are like, and smell what they are like...
Sweetie broke off kissing suddenly, as something wet started to trickle down her leg. “What’s wrong, Sweetie?” Scootaloo said worriedly, huffing at the unfamiliar feelings his penis was raising in him.
“M-my um,” Sweetie turned in useless circles before going to the mirror leaning against the wall. “I-I better go,” she said anxiously. “I don’t I um I think I might have um I don’t want to pee myself.”
Scootaloo gaped at her. “B-but... now?” she exclaimed. “Hurry up if you need to go, just, why now, not earlier?”
“The kissing was making me,” Sweetie said hesitantly. “I don’t know why but I think kissing was making me ...leak a little.”
“Ew!” Scootaloo said, reeling from the unicorn. “Well hurry up then, just use a tree.” Blushing horribly, Sweetie went down the ramp and did her business, until not a drop of urine was in her.
She crawled back into the clubhouse mumbling with her tail low and her ears down, “I guess you don’t want to kiss anymore if I went and peed myself.”
Scootaloo responded by kissing her. Just lightly, but enough to bring Sweetie’s eyes wide with surprise.
Smiling rakishly, Scootaloo said, “Hey, no problem. Maybe it’s just a filly thing. It’s not like I’m kissing you down there. Plus you’re all peed out, so there’s no danger anymore.”
Sweetie Belle smiled gratefully, and just walked forward to hug her friend. Then she pulled back enough to kiss Scootaloo, the so very pleasant touch on her lips making her give off a quiet moan. If only that was the end of it though, because Sweetie felt those goosebumps again, and a fluttery feeling in her tummy, and she tried to ignore it, so she would not have to stop kissing...
But then something started to trickle down her leg.
Sweetie broke free from Scootaloo, looking at her rump tearfully saying, “No, not again!”
“What?!” Scootaloo said, circling Sweetie. Sweetie didn’t want Scootaloo to see her peeing though, it was too embarassing! So she turned her rump away as Scootaloo went around. “You can’t be peeing,” Scootaloo asserted to her as he tried to circle to see, “You just peed.”
“I felt something wet running down my leg,” Sweetie said flatly, facing him, “Pretty sure that has to be pee.”
“So try peeing,” Scootaloo said. “You can’t do it already, can you?”
Sweetie tried releasing her bladder, only belatedly realizing that she was about to pee inside the clubhouse. But thankfully nothing came out of her round bottom, and she was thoroughly tapped out as far as pee. “It’s not... nothing’s coming out,” Sweetie said in a puzzled tone. “Why was my leg wet though?”
“Lemme see, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said. “Maybe you just bumped a cup of water or something.”
Sweetie was pretty darn sure she felt something coming from inside her, but she hung her head and said, “Fine, but don’t blame me if I smell like pee.” She turned her rump in Scootaloo’s direction and raised her tail and... her breathing started to deepen as a peculiar excitement filled her. Sweetie Belle was just lifting her tail, but there was something exciting about this. She was... exposing herself to Scootaloo, and that was... somehow really cool.
“Sweetie you smell...” Scootaloo said back there, ruining Sweetie’s excitement with shame, until of course, Scootaloo added, “...incredible!”
“What?” Sweetie squeaked, trying to see her own bottom again. “What do you mean?”
“It’s like... spicy something, I dunno,” Scootaloo said, his slim nostrils flaring at Sweetie’s underside. “I started smelling it when we started kissing, and it’s coming right from your... uh...”
A pause.
“What do you call the thing that fillies have, where colts have a penis?” Scootaloo asked confusedly.
“Um, fillies don’t have anything?” Sweetie said in puzzlement. “I don’t know what you call um... just a butt I guess? Bottom?”
“But that’s your whole butt,” Scootaloo said engrossedly. “I just meant this part here,” and with that he lay a hoof on Sweetie Belle’s moist petals.
Sweetie squeaked and her hips jerked right up at the feel of a soft orange hoof manipulating her soft folds. Scootaloo pulled her hoof away, saying, “I’m sorry, are you alright Sweetie Belle?”
“I’m fine it just... tickled,” Sweetie said, turning her rear to face Scootaloo again in the way that she liked. “I mean... the opposite of tickled,” she corrected. “Like... it’s really tickly, and you scratched an... itch? I don’t know.”
“Well there is something between your legs,” Scootaloo said back there. “It’s not a penis, but I don’t know what you call it. It’s like a slit or something, all blushy and wet.”
Sweetie whimpered as more liquid trickled out of her down there unable to stop the force of gravity as it pulled the bead of moisture along her overly sensitive skin. “I-it’s just my pee place,” she declared uncertainly. “You mean below my um... poop hole, right?”
Scootaloo paused, and snickered lightly. “Oh yeah, your poop hole is not what I’m talking about.” Then he poked Sweetie’s poop hole. Sweetie squeaked again, feeling like she was going to die of embarassment. Or of... tension, or something. She really was practically sticking her poop hole in Scootaloo’s face. But Scootaloo wasn’t even complaining, just teasing her and... and enjoying her smell. She... really hoped he didn’t enjoy the smell of that. He...
A broad hot tongue lay against Sweetie’s untouched petals and slurped up her moistness. Her other hole forgotten, she realized shakily, “S-scootaloo, you’re licking me there!”
“It’s not pee!” Scootaloo said in an excited headiness. “It tastes good! A-and you’re so soft there. I–I want to lick it!”
He didn’t even wait for her to respond, just started hungrily mashing his lips against Sweetie’s bottom. Sweetie thought she was going to die of blushing, but... but it was an incredible feeling, that stroking lips and tongue. She didn’t know why, but Scootaloo discovered something that Sweetie Belle really, really liked. “Feels... really good,” she murmured. “Y-your tongue~” and there was that rush of feeling inside her again, that meant she was oozing forth more juicy Sweetie stuff for Scootaloo to lick up.
...
“Ohh my gosh,” Sweetie said indulgently as Scootaloo started licking her pee place again. Except it wasn’t pee anymore. It was special juice that only she could make, that was driving her friend absolutely wild. Sweetie loved that she could make juice like that. Or, spit, or whatever it was. They’d been doing this more and more, not just kissing but licking. Sweetie was having the time of her life with this honestly, because Scootaloo was licking her once and Sweetie just jerked away and said, “Wait!”
Scootaloo looked at her worriedly, and Sweetie said full of lusty conviction. “Y-you always lick me. That means... that means I get to lick you too!”
“I-I’m not leaking though!” Scootaloo said unwillingly. “My penis comes out, but there’s nothing to lick up!”
“You have to feel this though,” Sweetie insisted. “It’s not just... juice or whatever. Your tongue feels really good! Just let me... please, can I just try?”
So Sweetie was having the time of her life, because when Scootaloo finally caved and let Sweetie under his tail, she got licking, and she quickly learned how much more effective that was at getting his penis out than just kissing on the lips. She couldn’t... exactly reach his penis with her tongue under there, but he had this sack with two oddly stiff marbles in it, and it was just full of his scent, and salty with his sweat. Sweetie just... really enjoyed it. And the more she licked Scootaloo, the more she started leaking behind her. Sweetie’d grown to enjoy that leaking, as a sign that she was making something that Scootaloo liked, and she tried to do it as much as she could when they were together.
Sweetie even... licked his penis... just once. He yelped sensitively though, so she jerked her head back, and just nosed timidly at his penis base. He said it just surprised him later, but Sweetie didn’t get a chance to try again, before the next amazing thing that happened to them.
...
One day Scootaloo had been licking Sweetie, and Sweetie had made sure to drink a lot, so she could have plenty of fluid to provide for him. He didn’t like her pee, so Sweetie made sure to get rid of that but the other stuff she made, he couldn’t get enough of. She wondered if he made something other than pee with his pee place... but she hadn’t been able to find it herself. All she could do was give him what he found in her, and whimper with delight at the fluttery feelings it was rising in her.
She was disappointed then, when Scootaloo stopped licking suddenly. Sweetie whined and turning her head, only to have her pegasus friend outright climb on her back, wrapping his arms around her barrel with an almost frightened look of need in his eyes.
“What are you—ohhh,” Sweetie had to moan, her eyes going wide as Scootaloo’s weight on her back did things to her that she couldn’t even comprehend. She turned forward again overwhelmed by the urges in her, to raise her hips and move her tail aside, as Scootaloo mumbled out vaguely,
“Hug you so beautiful amazing Sweetie Belle. Your place is just so cool, and it smells, and I want to t-to...” His penis touched her vulva.
Time ceased to have meaning for the two. Sweetie was amazed to feel what must be his penis. But she wasn’t feeling it with her hooves or her mouth this time. No, he was smacking it against her belly, and rubbing it on the very place he was licking before. He was humping against her so eagerly, she couldn’t imagine a more exciting experience.
“S-sweetie!” he said excitedly, “My penis is touching your... that place!”
“What are you doing, Scootaloo?” Sweetie whined. “It’s so hot and you’re hugging me and touching~”
“Your bottom just feels so good!” he said intensely. “You’re so wet and slick and my p-penis it feels so good...”
Then he found her entrance and pressed against it strongly, and... “Ohh Sweetie, that feels incred—” and he cut off in shock as his penis kept sliding forward, even though Sweetie Belle was right there in the same place his penis was. There was no way Sweetie could stop him from going forward. She just didn’t have anything there, like there was a way inside her, and he was delving into it. It was stretching her so gloriously, but it was hurting too! Sweetie winced and whimpered as he pushed past a tightness in her, trying to relax and accomodate him, but just feeling like she was going to burst instead.
Scootaloo just kept pushing past her painfully tight spot, and then he pulled back out, and pushed more strongly, and then more strongly. Sweetie gave a frightened squeal as her tight... place flared in white pain, and she abruptly stretched in glorious fullness around his penis. Her nether petals were stinging so bad, but he was just filling her, making her feel like she was hugging a teddy bear. Scootaloo’s penis was doing this. Sweetie’s torn flesh smarted like crazy, but if he didn’t move, she could get... get used to it...
“Scootaloo!” Sweetie said urgently, “Don’t move, j-just stay there! Right in there, don’t.. please...”
And Scootaloo heeded her, his staff stiff within her and twitching very slightly with his heartbeat. Sweetie could feel everything about him it was incredible. It was like she was feeling him with her belly, because he was inside her belly. “Thank you...” she said gratefully. The pain she felt earlier was just sort of ebbing away, and she was afraid if she told him he’d stop but she sort of casually mentioned. “J-just was hurting a... little in there, so I just needed to get... used to you.”
“Oh, Sweetie I can’t believe you... you go in there so deep!” Scootaloo moaned, leaning his head against her, while Sweetie shivered at the feeling inside her. “You’re... wet, and... you’re so hot inside!” he said passionately. “You... my whole penis it’s... Sweetie it’s incredible!” Sweetie couldn’t help it, her whole insides just clenched down on that glorious length, making her cry out in passion at the feeling of what her body was forcing her to do. And then he started thrusting, like it was a physical impossibility for him to stop. Just slight jitters at first, but when Sweetie didn’t caution or urge him to stop, he just kept sliding back and forth more, faster, and longer.
Scootaloo’s pounding was so relentless, and it felt so good Sweetie could hardly even think. And he kept moaning about Sweetie’s incredible heat. As if something inside her belly was warm and toasty. It was inside her, so of course it was warm, but... she never thought somepony else would be enjoying that. Whatever that pain of stretching had been, Sweetie Belle now felt nothing but an incredible tingling sensation at the slick wet sliding motions. Her insides, her hot insides according to Scootaloo, who said they were hot and wet were just purring at the feel of Scootaloo pushing his penis into them. Sweetie tried to be as hot and wet for him as she could, imagining her bottom like an oven... or a juice... oven... she couldn’t think. Just needed more!
Sweetie had fallen forward on her belly, but that only made it easier for Scootaloo to hump desperately into her. Sweetie didn’t know what was happening, only that Scootaloo was putting his penis inside her. Inside a thing Sweetie didn’t even know she had until Scootaloo discovered it. “Scoots!” she moaned, “What are you doi—” and a peal of desire stopped her from even finishing her sentence. Scootaloo was on her and around her and in her and she couldn’t even
“I can’t—” Scootaloo grunted, trying to slow down the humping, but that only made the tingling even more overpowering. “I can’t help it!” he said, humping needily. He just had to make that penis of his feel better and better. He felt like such a stallion right now. Not even a little bit of a filly. Sure he was svelte and small, but the thing which defined him as a boy felt so good when it slid into the burning heat of Sweetie Belle’s insides. “Just... gotta do it... I can’t—can’t stop!” he just held onto Sweetie for dear life, not even realizing how quickly he was stroking himself to climax.
“Oh, don’t stop Scootaloo!” Sweetie exclaimed passionately. She wanted to... to rock against him, to validate him somehow. Her inside place felt so confusing, so stretched by his penis, yet it kept closing down on it, and she couldn’t stop it! It seemed like Scootaloo was going to heed her at first, but then he stopped! He jammed up against her, shoving his penis so far in she could feel its flat head pressing against her core. Then... it started twitching, no, throbbing. Like it was thrashing inside her. Sweetie whined at the feeling, not sadly, but... it just felt so... incredible and frustrating. She was about ready to explode from the frustration that Scoots simply would not thrust in her anymore, just kept pinning her down, holding deep inside her doing this weird throbbing thing with his penis.
“S-scoots, that’s nice but,” Sweetie said, surprised that her desire had even fallen to the point she could form coherent sentences again. “Could you slide more, instead of just twitching in there?”
“I... I...” Scootaloo sounded completely boggled. He wasn’t even twitching in there anymore, just embedded in her and stock still. “What was that?” he said in wonder.
Sweetie struggled to her elbows despite his significant weight, saying, “W-what? You were doing the twitching, not me.”
“Sweetie your... your place did something to me,” Scootaloo said in amazement. “I couldn’t even... couldn’t even move. I just... that ‘twitching thing’ felt incredible! I’m freaking seeing spots!”
“Wow, really?” Sweetie said in some amount of awe. She couldn’t see Scootaloo well with him mounted up on her rear end, but he did look pretty flushed, and was panting really hard. Was... was that boy really going inside her? He looked... stunned. She didn’t know she felt that good to Scootaloo.
“W-well try sliding some more,” Sweetie prompted hopefully. “That way you can do that in me again. I don’t mind; you can be in there as much as you want .”
“O-oh Sweetie you are so awesome,” Scootaloo said emotionally, hugging Sweetie even tighter if that were possible. “You’re the best friend ever!” He then started thrusting into Sweetie again, and Sweetie turned forward and smiled with satisfaction, as her inside place was stretched by him again and again, that curious tingle building up in her nethers.
He only made it a few thrusts before hissing painedly and dragging to a halt. “Sorry Sweetie it—I don’t know what happened, but my penis is starting to kind of hurt when I slide it! I-it felt so good before, a-and I just don’t know what went wrong!”
“The twitching thing must have done it!” Sweetie said turning over her shoulder in alarm. “You better pull out of me, and see if you’re okay. I don’t want that place to hurt you!” She couldn’t believe she was telling her friend to pull his penis out of her body, but there she was feeling Scootaloo way deep inside her belly, where he just pushed his penis into her without hesitation, into something Sweetie had never known was there.
The feeling of separation was disappointing but also thrilling. Sweetie felt suddenly empty as the absence of his penis made her collapse down inside there. That empty feeling grew from her deepest part to her surface, whereupon Scootaloo popped right out, leaving Sweetie something of a whimpering mess. She didn’t know what she was feeling, but it certainly wasn’t pain, so Scootaloo’s problem was more important. They both looked with concern at Scootaloo’s penis, but it wasn’t abraded or broken or anything. It just was too sensitive to the touch. Prodding it with a hoof made Scootaloo wince again, and not in a good way. So they both had to watch morosely until it shrank down and retreated into his compact little sheath.
“I guess you can only do it until the twitching thing,” Sweetie said dissatisfiedly. Already her lust was cooling off like sitting in a bucket of water. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling. “But what was that?” she asked Scootaloo. “You just got on top of me like wrestling, and you pushed me down, and then... how did you even know you could put it inside there?”
“I didn’t!” Scootaloo remarked back amazedly. “I just... I just was licking and really wanted to hug you, so I did. And then our parts were all lined up, so I started putting them together. But Sweetie, no matter how hard I pushed, you just kept going in! It was like you had a tunnel in there!”
“I guess I... do?” Sweetie said, hunching over and spreading her vulva to peer at it curiously. No gaping tunnel obviously, but... “I felt your penis stretching me,” she said, “Like a um, like a good stretch in the morning, except in there. So it must not be a tunnel but like a... bag or something, and when you pulled your penis out, it closed again, like a rubber band. Look, see you can even see the place, but it’s just all closed up!” She indicated where below her pee hole that she felt Scootaloo’s penis delving, where you could only see a smushed up wrinkle beyond her spread petals, that was her entrace.
“Yeah I guess so,” Scootaloo said interested, though a lot less aroused than he was before. “I never knew fillies were so complicated down there!”
“Well,” Sweetie hemmed, “I don’t know why you have those marble things behind your penis, so there’s that.”
“Lots of complicated stuff, yeah,” Scootaloo added blankly.
...
Sweetie Belle huffed as Scootaloo stopped thrusting and began throbbing inside her again. Him being a colt was just about the best thing ever. She loved how compatible they were. It was like her body was meant to take Scootaloo inside her, and Scootaloo meant to... put inside her. Scootaloo stopped throbbing, and just leaned against Sweetie Belle, forehooves loosely wrapping around her belly. “Thanks so much, Sweetie Belle,” he said relievedly in that scratchy ambiguous voice of his. “I dunno what I’d do without ya.”
Sweetie responded by squeezing on him in there, feeling around in her bottom until she found the right muscles. It was getting easier to do so, and she loved how tender it made her feel. His pained gasp made her hesitate though, and he slid right out of her then, clopping to the floor saying, “Careful, Sweetie! Remember how sensitive this thing gets after.”
“S-sorry,” Sweetie said with a blush, fidgeting on her hind hooves to ease her tickly bottom. “It’s so amazing that happens to you. Can’t believe just my insides can make you do it.”
“It’s awesome! I dunno why it does that but it feels so good,”Scootaloo said settling back as his dick returned to its sheath. “I wish you could feel it too, Sweetie.”
“Oh, I feel good too,” Sweetie said appeasingly, her tail bobbing just at the thought of Scootaloo’s penis being in her. “It’s so cool how you can just stretch me in there. And all that wet stuff I only make when I’m feeling really good.”
“Yeah but,” Scootaloo rubbed a foreleg, “This is like, electric it’s just... I dunno, it just builds up in me and explodes. So good I can’t even think while it’s happening.”
Sweetie nodded, reiterating, “And you just hold still, while your penis just starts shaking inside me like that all by itself.”
“Yeah...” Scootaloo said fondly. “Wish I could do it more often. Not even thinking about how awesome you feel in there gets it to come out, after I did it.”
Sweetie nuzzled Scootaloo saying, “Don’t worry, you just rest. We’ve got plenty to do besides my bottom, and it’ll always be there when you need it.”
...
“Scoo... scoota... I can’t... Scootaloo! It’s... I can’t—!” Sweetie’s pleas got more frightened as the tingling started building up in her in waves. Every thrust, thrust, thrust of Scootaloo’s penis inside her was just making her bottom light up like a Hearth’s Warming tree and she just kept getting more and more excited, no matter how hard she tried to calm herself down. Sweetie cried out as it caught in her like wildfire, and Scootaloo shoved up deep, his hooves gripping tight on Sweetie Belle as he asked her “Sweetie... you... you okay?!”
But Sweetie Belle couldn’t answer, because her groin felt like it was electrified. She couldn’t even move it felt so good, and she couldn’t even take a breath in before... it started. “Woah!” Scootaloo yelped as Sweetie’s inside place just started convulsing, ripples of pleasure ripping through her as she gasped out again and again. She couldn’t stop squeezing on Scootaloo’s penis! It was so incredible! Sweetie loved her inside place!
“Sweetie, you’re gonna make me—why are you—” Scootaloo bit out with difficulty, as his penis threatened to go off right then and there.
It was like Sweetie was pulling him in when he tried to leave, and she didn’t know why. All she could do was passionately moan, “I can’t stop it!”
Scootaloo was just thrusting in her then, without a word of hesitation. Sweetie didn’t know where this experience ended and Scootaloo began, and before you know it Scootaloo too was thrashing inside Sweetie Belle, jerking up against her with that ancient rhythm, gasping out her name as he penetrated her receptive rear end, and orgasmed. Just as Sweetie was feeling the tension start to drain out of her, Scootaloo started doing that again, and she cooed at the feel of his beautiful penis moving inside her, like it completed her, and so perfectly in time for her to come to her senses again.
They stayed there still for a while, before Scootaloo risked asking, “What was that?”
“Sooo good,” Sweetie mumbled deliriously, from the limp, fucked puddle of unicorn she was, underneath Scootaloo.
It wasn’t until Scootaloo pulled out of her, and she managed to rise shakily to her haunches that any of them got an explanation. Sweetie tried to explain it, that rising tingle, that the thrusting just kept doing more and more. She couldn’t even control it, her body was just running on autopilot when she started squeezing so rhythmically. And Scootaloo’s eyes lit up as Sweetie told her story, and he surged forward and actually hugged her!
“You did it Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo cheered. “Fillies can do it too! Now you know how it feels!”
“W-what feels?” Sweetie asked cluelessly, feeling a little dumb even as dazed as she was from the experience.
“The twitchy thing!” Scootaloo said eagerly, “When my penis starts twitching inside you, it feels so incredible! And you can feel it too, because I rubbed your inside penis until it happened to you too!”
“Inside penis?” Sweetie said a little disaffectedly.
Scootaloo pulled her to hoof’s length and shook his head. “Whatever you have in there, the place where I put my penis. It can do the same thing I bet, the twitchy thing that makes me feel so good. He nuzzled Sweetie on her back and put his mouth down there, using his lips to pry her open, while his tongue spread her passage the way she loved him to do. “Lis’ ling heal ith lieg muh penthis,” he said, tonguing that really nice spot on Sweetie’s inner wall. She started to huff with passion, as Scootaloo’s tongue started making her tingle again. Could she...again?!
Scootaloo pulled away so he could talk though. “The part my tongue was touching,” he explained. “It’s like a round wall, just like the outside of my penis. But for fillies it goes in, while for colts it goes out.”
He nuzzled Sweetie distractedly while she bit her lip wondering if she should beg him to continue. “Same thing that happened to my penis, happened to your insides,” he mumbled. “Except way stronger. You were outright grabbing me in there! That’s way stronger than some little twitching.”
“N-not a (huff) little twitching, it’s... it’s really good...” Sweetie corrected him, adding hastily, “C-can you keep... need you to lick me now. I-I want to do it again.”
The only reason Scootaloo didn’t was to look Sweetie in the eye with amazement, saying, “You don’t want to go again! It’s totally sore after, from being all pumped up and stiff, and then it gets small again.”
“Well...” Sweetie Belle pouted, “Maybe fillies do have an i-inside penis, but you’re the one who gets pumped up and stiff, and I d-don’t have anything that needs to get small again. I think I... really think I could do it again. But um... I know your penis is tired, so... just... please lick me a little?” she whimpered, unable to show even the slightest tact or restraint at the desire that was surging through her young little body.
“Man, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said emphatically, dutifully putting his head down to caress his tongue on her folds, watching Sweetie with a careful eye as she had to tilt her head back and gasp into the air. Scoots pulled back again to say, “Now I wish I was a filly, because that would be incredible!” And Sweetie really just wanted him to stop talking, and continue. She should have considered his words more, as it seemed important, but she wouldn’t get a chance to until after she had orgasmed again. Sweetie didn’t even have to ask Scootaloo to continue, because Scootaloo just hungrily went down to where her legs came together again, and started pushing his tongue inside her, j–just like he pushed his penis, and he was doing~ it and
It didn’t take Sweetie long to orgasm, again. Just the thought of Scootaloo being there for her was almost enough to set her off. It was so tender and intimate and tingly, and Scootaloo wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. Sweetie’s squeezy feeling was like the opposite of Scootaloo’s. Instead of it being harder for Sweetie Belle to do the thing a second time, it was easier! Scootaloo had her a mewling wreck in no time flat, pulling his tongue out and just watching with amazement as her little tunnel actually did open in front of him, and contracted, and just kept doing that, while Sweetie tried to find her breath and her sanity somewhere.
He wasn’t experienced enough to draw it out very long, too engrossed in watching it happen to her, but that was itself sort of heart warming. Sweetie didn’t mind even one little bit, because she got to do it twice. Once she had a moment to think, she entreated Scootaloo that she is so very glad he’s a colt, because she really liked his penis and... he was just so good with it, that Sweetie didn’t know what she’d do if he somehow replaced it with an inside penis...whatever it was that fillies had. Scootaloo laughed and said he wouldn’t even think of letting her down, and that made Sweetie scootch up and hug him, and lay her head against his side tenderly.
When Sweetie orgasmed the third time in her life, Scootaloo rode her through it like a bucking bronco. Scootaloo’s penis was inside her this time, because Scootaloo got better from resting it, and could get big again, and go inside her again. They had been wrestling again, sort of, and ended up with Scootaloo laying atop Sweetie Belle, belly to belly. They both realized that he could go inside her that way, because his sheath was right there. So Sweetie arched her hips up a little unnaturally, and Scootaloo just gazed into her eyes, grinding against her until his slippery shaft was laying over her special place for it.
“Oh gosh, Sweetie!” Scootaloo said excitedly, kneeling back to lift his shaft with a hoof, stroking it to stiffen it and aiming it right for Sweetie’s spread legs. “You can see it go in this way, Sweetie!” he said, “Usually only I can see it go in!”
“I–I don’t know if—” Sweetie was going to say she didn’t know if it would fit this way, but then Scootaloo demonstrated that it did.
“Doesn’t it look so amazing?” he said tenderly, watching his thick shaft as he slid it against Sweetie Belle. She gulped, knowing the feeling very well, but something about that orange soft yet firm member. Just seeing it—pointed right at her! It was incredible. It got bigger and bigger, until it might have reached Scootaloo’s belly button, if he wasn’t pointing it at Sweetie’s penis place. She saw it with her own eyes then. Scootaloo pushed up on his hind legs and pressed the flat tip against her petals and—her body spread around it. Sweetie felt the sliding move inside her, Scootaloo’s face a mask of ecstasy as he felt Sweetie deeper and deeper, and she felt him.
“N-no lookit the penis,” Scootaloo corrected the gazing Sweetie Belle, directing her attention back to her hips. Dutifully, Sweetie remained thrilled and attentive as she saw just how much of his shaft vanished into that passage within her. Sweetie felt a twitch—she felt a clench, and moaned as her whole bottom twinged around the secret that she was squeezing on. She could actually see herself moving. She could see herself taking it. And—she couldn’t look for long, though. Scootaloo kind of stood over her, rocking his hips to slide in and out, and that just made Sweetie loll her head back and relax into his motions, her tail curling around his own as the pumping thrusts filled her with tingling joy.
It was abundantly clear that he wanted to throb inside her, just as much as she wanted to throb around him. That’s why it was so incredible this time, that Scootaloo didn’t start that intense final throbbing, even when Sweetie had finished it herself. He just held her rump, and gasped out triumphantly, “I did it—!”
Sweetie wanted to ask more, but was still gasping for breath, and Scootaloo kept saying silly things, like he always did when he was inside her. “Still want to be inside~ you,” he said, “Haven’t done the... the twitching thing. Gonna do it, and and you did it too, but you’re a girl!”
Scootaloo leaned into Sweetie’s shoulder, tenderly humping her if that’s possible. The sliding stretching feel of his shaft through her depths made Sweetie have a hard time listening, but she tried as he moaned out, “A beautiful filly who can do it and keep going. I don’t have to stop I can finish I want to a-and you want me to.” That was the jist of it, and she was sohappy she could give him what he wanted, and with that slide, slide, slide happening inside Sweetie Belle’s hips, every word he said just sounded beautiful to her ears.
“I want you,” Sweetie agreed heartily, rocking back against him as Scootaloo thrusted harder. “All throbbing in me. Your penis will be so tired and hhappy, and I won’t even care, because I... because my body did it to you~ oh Scootaloo!”
Sweetie convulsed around him, and Scootaloo’s breath hitched up, and soon he was throbbing in her helplessly, his penis doing that exciting dance that was somehow all the more special because it took so much out of him. They did it together! Just holding each other and panting intensely, as Sweetie did it around him, and Scootaloo did it within her. Sweetie didn’t know why colts were this way, but she felt so good for being able to relieve him so much, and even if his penis was tired, Scootaloo was more than eager to finish her, with his lips and tongue.
Standing after that experience, Sweetie’s tail jerked right up in the air when Scootaloo’s tongue delved into her, and then he made her go off a second time. A-and once a third time, just a little, but Sweetie really was starting to get exhausted at that point. So they just fell asleep together, forehooves wrapped around each other in their forehooves’s chests. And in that quiet afterglow, Sweetie really wondered how she could ever explain to Scootaloo that, as amazing and electric that twitchy grabby thing is, she also really loved these moments of just being so close to her friend. What she wanted to do in the first place, she could now. Because of her penis place, the two of them could hug and caress, and neither of them was afraid of offending the other.
...but the grabby thing was really good too.