hotsauce presents:

Foalin Around 2: Electric Scootaloo 

As I walked along the little woodland path that led to the CMC Clubhouse I swung my toolbox, whistling as I went. I stopped for a moment under a tall sycamore and took my hipflask out of my pocket and had a couple of hits of my latest moonshine. It still tasted just like paint-thinner, but unlike previous incarnations it didn’t make me gag. Maybe I’d gotten use to the taste, or more likely I’d just killed off the top layer of my tastebuds with the raw, astringent liquor. It did, however, burn my throat pleasantly and make me feel nicely buzzed.

I was in high spirits. I wasn’t so homesick anymore and life in Equestria for a foalophile like me was pretty good. I’d managed to get a lot more private time with Sweetie Belle recently, and I’d found myself getting soppy and sentimental over the little unicorn foal. The love in those wide green eyes of hers when she looked up at me, reaching out with her marshmallowy forelegs for a hug! The thought of how velvet-soft her coat felt against my naked skin, the memory of the gentle scent of vanilla and powdered sugar that came off her fuzzy little body and the sleekness of that curly mane under my stroking hands made me grin like an idiot to nopony in particular, and the few time the inhabitants of Ponyville had caught me doing it they’d looked at me as if I was deranged.

Sweetie had recently been getting quite brazen – just the other morning I’d woken up to find my morning wood between her little forehooves as she rubbed it against her lips, teasing me by licking lightly under the head. Until that morning I’d always found it impossible to come from morning sex, but with Sweetie’s expert tonguing it wasn’t long until I was groaning and thrusting my hips as I painted her little pink tongue with a layer of thick, gooey semen. 

She’d slid up to me, her eyes sparkling in triumph, strings of white goo still plastered on her lips and muzzle, to show me how much I’d come. And then she’d closed her mouth and swallowed it all.

And I’d gone totally nuts, grabbing her and lifting her butt up onto my pillow as she giggled and batted at me with those soft forehooves of hers, and I’d pulled her knees apart to reveal a bright pink slit that was already sticky. The little foal had obviously been excited by the baby blowjob she’d given me, and so I returned the favour, licking and sucking at her clit and burrowing my tongue into her gooey little juice-box until my chin was sopping wet with a mixture of her cum and my saliva. And soon those little round butt cheeks were shaking, her clit hot and hard as a diamond between my lips as she came with a little squeal.

That little morning get-together had almost fucked things up royally because after she came we fell asleep together, my arms wrapped around her and my fingers buried in her curly mane as she rested her head on my chest so that I could feel her warm breath against my skin while she dozed.

But our blissful, post-coital sleep was broken by the sharp and unpleasant sound of Applebloom’s high voice. 

“What the hay is going on in here!?” 

Sweetie was out of bed in a shot, in such a blind panic that she ran straight into the door post and banged her head.

“Wha’ in Equestria?!” cried Applebloom.

I sat up in bed and stared dumbly at the dizzy little unicorn and the open-mouthed earth pony now glaring at me with her eyes narrowed in suspicion. So I did the thing that’ll get you out of most sticky situations – acting like I was borderline retarded.

“What the hell’s happening?” I shouted. “What are you two foals doing in my room?”

“Sweetie Belle was in yer bed!” Applebloom accused.

“Oh Sweetie Belle,” I said, shaking my head like an indulgent father. “Were you sleep-walking again?” 

“Sleep-walkin’?” repeated Applebloom in disbelief.

“Wha? Sleep-wha? Wha?” The poor little unicorn foal was blundering about, dazed and still half-asleep.

Just my luck! Sweetie’s stumbling and incoherent mumbling was playing straight into my bullshit story.

“Poor thing!” I said. “She must have got all confused and climbed into my bed thinking it was hers!”

“Uh... yeah!” said Sweetie, slumping onto her bottom and clutching her head in her forehooves. “Confussed!”

Applebloom’s mouth was open, ready for a flurry of questions to come flying out, but I cut her off. “You should help her get back to bed, Applebloom,” I said. “I’ve been working so hard lately I need to get some more beauty sleep.”

I lay back, closed my eyes and started snoring. After a while, I opened one eye and had a quick scan of the area – it was foal free. So either Applebloom had bought my story and gone back to bed or she was already on her way to report to Applejack what she’d seen. I could see it now! Applejack would tell Rarity, and then a teary-eyed Sweetie, forced to confess, would spill the beans and not long after Celestia’s elite Pegasus guard would arrive to take me to my new home: a dungeon on the moon.

I sighed and lay back, ready to take my medicine. But the Pegasus guards never came, and so I slipped back to sleep. Making little foals come was pretty hard work after all!

*	*	*
But I thought it prudent to make myself as useful as possible in case any suspicion had attached to me – so when Sweetie complained to Rarity that the CMC clubhouse was too draughty, I volunteered to fix it.

“Oh, thank you darling!” Rarity said. “I would never forgive myself if poor Sweetie Belle caught a cold.” She looked over at the reams of fabric she had just levitated down from their shelves. “I’m afraid Apple-jack is the “handy” one amongst us girls, and she’s off at a rodeo or a circus or whathaveyou, and although I am rather skilled, it is with tulle and taffeta and lace rather than hammers and nails and so on...”

“My pleasure, ma’am!” I replied. I turned to Sweetie, who was staring at the reams of fabric. “Hey, wanna come help Sweetie? You can hold the nails for me.”

Sweetie’s green eyes lit up and she nodded vigorously, but Rarity glared at the little foal over her glasses.

“But you can’t, Sweetie Belle! You promised you’d help me cut this material!”

“Awwwww!” Sweetie complained. “But that’s so boring!”

“Now, be kind to your older sister,” I told her. “She really needs your help. WE can hang out some other time.”

Sweetie’s face fell. “But all she makes me do is sit on one end of the fabric while she cuts it! A rock could do the same job.”

“A rock?!?!” Rarity was scandalised. “A rock just simply will not do! It would damage the material! No, I’m afraid that your soft rump is just the thing for the task.”

“Awwwwww....” Sweetie groaned, looking back at her plump little rear end. “I wish my butt wasn’t so soft.” She turned and glared at the material. “Stupid fabric.”

I felt bad for her, and I turned to Rarity. “Can Sweetie see me off as far as the park, then? I’ll send her right back!”

“Of course,” said Rarity cheerfully, and then she turned and looked at the little foal sternly. “But make sure you come right back, young lady! No skipping off to Sugarcube Corner!”

“I won’t,” said Sweetie, suddenly much brighter. 

So it was only a few minutes later that we reached Ponyville Park, and after looking quickly left and right I dragged Sweetie into the bushes and lay her down on a soft patch of grass under a tree. I had to be twice as careful here in Ponyville! Not only could ponies trot in on me, but there were those flying ponies as well that could be spying from a cloud somewhere above.  I thought that a unicorn teleporting in on me was pretty unlikely, but you never knew what could happen in this crazy universe. But still, it was a risk I was willing to take – after all, the rewards were so great!

I lay on top of the little unicorn foal, running my fingers through her curly mane and stroking her neck just below her ear, a spot she loved being touched, while she looked up at me with those pale green eyes glistening behind their black lashes. Sweetie really was beautiful – my little marshmallowy princess. And the love in those eyes just made me melt away inside. So I suddenly felt compelled to confess to her about the whole filly-fooler incident.

“Sweetie... I’m afraid I was a little... naughty recently,” I explained, hesitant about how I was going to explain myself without upsetting her too much. “I... I kind of messed around with-“

“Oh, I know about that already!” said Sweetie, still smiling up at me. 
 
“What do you mean?” I asked, shocked. “Me and Silver Spoon and Diamond-“

Sweetie nodded. “I saw the whole thing. You sure taught those naughty foals a lesson!” she chuckled.

I stared at her. “But... aren’t you jealous, or angry, or-“

“Nuh uh!” She shook her head. 

“Why not?” I asked in disbelief.

“You didn’t kiss them!” she said.

No I hadn’t, I suddenly realised. 

Sweetie continued. “And my big sis says that if you love someone, you kiss them!”

“So if I kissed another foal, you’d get angry?” I asked.

Sweetie cocked her head thoughtfully. “Well, I guess if you kissed Applebloom or Scootaloo that would be OK. They’re fellow Crusaders, after all and we share everything. But don’t kiss my big sister, OK!” Her face was suddenly adorably fierce. 

“I promise I’ll never, ever kiss Rarity,” I laughed, crossing myself as I made the Pinkie Pie swear. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a donut in my eye!”

“It’s CUPCAKE, silly!” giggled Sweetie. “You have to get it right or it doesn’t count!” She thumped me on the chest with a marshmallowy hoof.

“Ooof!” I groaned. “OK! Cupcake! CUPCAKE!” And then Sweetie pulled me down to kiss her, which I did – and it was a kiss that made my heart burst and my stomach flip over and at the end we were both gasping for air.

Sweetie was a sloppy little kisser and she was still licking away the saliva that had collected at the corner of her mouth as I crushed her to my chest and held her, only releasing her unwillingly when I realised that her sister would be missing her soon.

“You’d better get back home,” I said. “Or else Rarity might not let me babysit anymore!”

“Oh no!” A forehoof flew up to Sweetie’s mouth in genuine horror. And then she shot out of the bushes at a gallop, turning back to blow me a kiss before disappearing through the Park gates in the direction of the Carousel Boutique.

*	*	*

So now I was almost at the CMC Clubhouse. I took another long drink of moonshine and shivered.

Welp, time to do some honest work! 

I squeezed myself around the little jasmine bush that grew over the path just before it opened up into the clearing where the clubhouse was, and then I stopped dead. For standing there, in front of the clubhouse’s ramp, was little Scoots.

She was looking around, her purple shock of a mane flipping back and forth, but then she stopped and stared at the ground – and I could see that there were tears in her purple-gray eyes.

She sniffed and wiped at them angrily with a hoof. Something was clearly wrong, so I decided to find out if there was something I could do to help and stepped out into the clearing.

“Everything OK, Scoots... Scootaloo?” I suddenly remembered how much she hated my pet name for her.

The little orange-coated filly was startled by my sudden appearance, and she looked at me in shock – and then in annoyance.

“Oh, it’s you,” she said. “What are you doing here?” Her tears were gone now, but her eyes were still red and swollen.

I swung my toolbox into the air. “I heard the CMC clubhouse could do with some TLC.”

“Oh,” Scoots looked up at the dilapidated structure and shrugged. “We tried to fix the holes but I think we just made more of them.”

I had a sudden vision of the three little fillies smashing at everything with hammers and I sighed. The Cutie Mark Crusaders were totally adorable, but nopony would deny that they were also agents of pure chaos when the urge took them.

“I bet I can fix them,” I said. But then I turned from looking at the clubhouse to Scoots herself. “Are you OK, Scootaloo? You look like you’ve been cryi-”

“I haven’t been crying, OK!” she snapped, her little face suddenly fierce.

“OK, OK!” I said. “But you sure look upset about something.”

Scoots stared down at the ground. “Oh, you don’t want to hear about that sort of stuff...”

“Sure I do,” I replied.

Scoots looked up. “Rainbow Dash was supposed to come and help me train,” she explained. “The Elementary School Athletics Meet is in Fillydelphia next week, and I’ve been chosen to represent Ponyville Elementary in the 100 Yard Gallop.”

“Well, of course you have,” I said. “You’re the fastest little galloper in the school! 

Scoots seemed to grow a little more cheerful at my compliment, but then her face turned downcast again. “But she said she’d be here after lunch – and I’ve been waiting for ages!”

“She probably just got held up,” I lied, hoping to spare her feelings. “Maybe there’re some clouds that need kicking somewhere.”

Truth was, I knew Miss Rainbow Dash was in one of two places – either she was at Sugarcube Corner, her face stuck between Pinkie’s round thighs or asleep on a cloud somewhere.

Scoots looked up at the blue expanse of cloudless sky.  “She’s not coming, is she?” The tone of hopelessness in her little voice made my heart break.

I sighed. But then I had an idea. “Hey – why don’t I time you?” I showed her the rather smart Equestrian watch on my wrist that Twilight Sparkle had given me as a gift.

Scoots looked at the watch, and her eyes grew suddenly brighter. “You’d help me train? For true?”

“For true!” I said. “But on one condition...”

Scoots eyes narrowed. “What kinda condition?”

 “You have to help me fix the clubhouse.”

She gazed up at the broken-down structure and as she did part of the roof slid off and crashed to the ground.

“No fair!” she cried. But then she sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, OK. Whatever. You got a deal, Mr. Human.”

“Awesome!” I said, pleased that the little foal was going to let me help her out. “So... do you have a course you usually gallop, Scootaloo?”

“Oh yeah!” She cocked her head in the direction of a lone tree at the far side of the clearing. “See that apple tree over there? It’s about a hundred yards from the clubhouse – I paced it out myself!”

I squinted across at the lone apple tree and did a quick calculation and decided that little Scoots was right – it was about 100 yards away. When I turned back, the little filly was already leaning against the ramp and doing her stretches. First she stretched out her forelegs and back, then she twisted her waist and neck until they were nice and loose, and finally she lifted up her hind legs and stretched her calves and thighs. Scoots had some beautifully slender legs on her – I realised that they’d grown longer since I’d first arrived in Equestria and had developed into that adolescent lankiness I find so absolutely adorable. And as I watched her stretch them out, her butt muscles went taut and I noticed how well-toned she was – so different from my huggable little marshmallow Sweetie who was all baby fat and cuddly curves.

Last of all, Scoots stretched out her wings and made them flutter – and I suddenly found myself charmed by those tiny little things as she rowed them back and forth, loosening up her secondary shoulder muscles. They were so small, covered with fluffy down rather than feathers, and still incapable of lifting her off the ground for very long, and I smiled to myself as I remembered how much she’d enjoyed me rubbing them.

But when I came out of my reverie Scoots was staring at me, and I grinned at her apologetically.

“I’ll... just walk over to the finish, OK?” I said, leaving her to finish her stretches without me drooling over her.

Not long after, I was standing beside the apple tree, the watch in my hand and my thumb poised over the STOP button.

“Ready, Scootaloo?” I shouted across the clearing.

“Ready!” she shouted back.

“Then on your mark, get set.... GO!”

And little Scoots shot towards me like a bullet. The little filly was FAST, but more importantly she had a quick start. Those little legs of hers, as soon as they got moving, accelerated up to her top speed in only a second or two, which was pretty amazing for an elementary school kid!

It only felt like a heartbeat later that she was streaking past me and across the finishing line. I hit the start/stop button and checked my watch – 

16 seconds!

Scoots was beside me in a moment, bent over and panting. “How’d... I...do?”

“16 seconds!” I said. “That’s an awesome time!”

But Scoots was shaking her head, her mane moist with sweat, droplets gleaming on her face and also on her withers and that toned little rump of hers.

“That’s a... couple of seconds slower than... my personal best!” she panted. “It’s not good enough!”

The kid had heart! “Well, it’s your first gallop. Let’s see how we go with the next couple.”

“You have time?” asked Scoots. “You don’t have to go clear the sky of clouds or anything?”

I looked at her eager little face. “As much time as you need, Scootaloo,” I replied. “Now that’s probably enough of a cool down – let’s see how you do this time!”

*	*	*

And that’s how I became little Scoots’ 100 yard gallop trainer.

The kid had limitless energy and she was hungry to win – she had the makings of a great little athlete.

Now, I’ll admit that before I’d gotten to know her, I hadn’t liked Scoots as much as the other girls – and it was all down to her sometimes sarcastic little tongue, her tendency to get over enthusiastic about things and the fact that in a lot of ways she reminded me of that bitch Rainbow Dash. But now I realised I’d been wrong about her – all she’d needed was somepony to take an interest in her.

And Scoots was a filly of her words as well. Once we’d finished her training she helped me fix the CMC Clubhouse without complaint – she actually seemed to enjoy it. While she held a piece of new wooden panelling and I nailed it to the wall, she talked at a million miles an hour about what had happened in school today, about the big Athletics Meet and basically whatever popped into her head. It was like I’d turned the tap on to a steady flow of Scoots’ thoughts about everything – and it showed no sign of stopping.

But I surprised myself by how much I enjoyed listening to it all, whether it was about Archer making Sweetie laugh so hard at an impression of Rarity that she sprayed milk out of her snout or the latest skirmish in the ongoing battle between the CMC and Tiara and Spoony. It was a fascinating insight into the little fillies’ lives.

And soon Scoots was asking me questions about the human world – and she seemed genuinely interested in hearing about it. I guess with the other girls not around she didn’t feel the need to keep up with the whole “tough jock” image she’d picked up from Rainbow Dash.

“You guys really don’t have any magic?” she asked. “That’s totally weird. How does anything get done?” 

“We just use machines for everything. I guess we’re a whole world full of earth ponies really...” I said, taking a nail out of my mouth. “Hey, can you place your hoof here for a sec? Thanks.”

“Well, Pegasuses don’t have magic either,” said Scoots, holding the wood still as she watched me hammer in the nail.

“Yeah, but you guys can fly!” I replied. “That’s pretty amazing!”

The little purple-maned filly looked suddenly sad. “I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

Aw. I’d forgotten she was sensitive about not being able to fly! “Don’t worry about that,” I said. “That sort of thing just happens naturally one day – and when it does, you wonder why you were so worried about it before it did.”

Scoots looked thoughtful. “Kinda like your cutie mark?”

I nodded. “Sure.” I stepped back to look at the new panelling. Pretty good job, even if I did say so myself! The job was going well – with little Scoots helping, it would take no time at all to repair the clubhouse. “Well, let’s call it a day Scootaloo – you look pretty pooped out and I’m tired as well.”

Scoots’ face fell suddenly. “Aw, but –”

“No buts!” I said sternly. “Besides, you have to keep all that energy for gallop training tomorrow.”

Her violet eyes went wide. “You mean?”

I smiled. “Yeah, I’ll train you.” I said, suddenly driven to touch her mane, she looked so adorable. 

“You will? For true?” 

“Of course. After all, I want to see you beat that mean filly from Trottingham – what’s her name again? Tooting Star?”

“Shooting Star!” Scoots corrected me with a laugh, punching me with a forehoof. “Don’t be so dumb!”

 “Ow!” I cried, rubbing my arm. The kid had a pretty substantial punch! “OK! OK! So, meet you here tomorrow after school?”

Scoots nodded enthusiastically. “It’s a date!”

*	*	*

I slammed my thumb down on the start/stop button and looked at the watch. “14 seconds!” I shouted as Scoots flashed past the tree. “14 seconds! You did it! You did it!”

“Stop teasing,” said Scoots, now trotting back towards me. “I did not!”

“You did too!” I said, shoving the watch in her face. “There it is!”

She glared at the watch, but then her violet eyes began to go wide. “I… did it? I beat my personal best?”

I nodded. “You totally did!” I tapped my temple with a finger. “See, I told you it’s all up h…” But I never finished the sentence as Scoots had leaped up at me and thrown her forelegs around my neck, knocking me over backwards onto my ass.

“I DID IT!” she cried, tears spilling from her eyes. “I TOTALLY DID IT!”

I lay on the grass, dazed, as the hot and sweaty little filly on top of me hugged me, but soon I came to my senses and was hugging her back, and I must have got some dirt or grass in my eye because I could feel myself starting to tear up as well.

“I told you you could,” I whispered.

“You’re the first grown up to believe in me,” said Scoots. She broke the hug and sat up, still lying on top of me, to wipe away the tears from her eyes with her forehooves.

“Aw,” I said. “I didn’t do anything much. It was those long legs of yours you should be thanking – they did all the work!”

“Long?” said Scoots, lifting up a foreleg and looking at it. “These titchy things?”

“You know, you’ve gotten taller since I first arrived in Equestria,” I said.

“Really?”

“Uh huh. They’re not titchy at all. Your wings have gotten longer as well.”

“My wings too?” She looked back at them as she gave them a few test flaps. “Yeah! Maybe you’re right.”

All this talk had made me reappraise the little filly. She really was gorgeous in her own tomboyish way – her body well-toned from all the sport she played, but still with a little baby fat left around her hips and tummy, her violet eyes almost too large for her face, her shock of a purple mane flecked with pieces of grass, her knees skinned and dirty. She smelled of sweat and little filly and I found myself intoxicated with the scent.

I felt myself getting hard, so I put my hands under her forelegs and lifted her off me before she could notice. She was pretty heavy. “Sorry Scootaloo – I’ve got to breathe!” I said. 

“Am I heavier than Sweetie Belle?” she asked suddenly.

“About the same,” I answered without thinking.

A mischievous smile flashed onto her face, and I realised that I’d said too much.

“Hey – let’s go finish the clubhouse!” I said quickly. “You’re not going to try and weasel out of our deal, are you?”

“No way!” said Scoots with an arrogant flap of her wings. “I always see things through to the end.”

“Good girl,” I said. “Now let’s hop to it!”

*	*	*

We were just finishing up with the final piece of panelling when Scoots suddenly asked: “Did it feel good when I hugged you?”

“It sure did!” I replied. “Your hugs are the best. But why that question all of a sudden?”

Scoots shrugged. “It’s just that you got really hard down there so I was wondering if my hug did that.”

I smashed my thumb with the hammer and cried out in pain, dropping it and shoving the mangled digit into my mouth. Scoots laughed while I hopped about until the piercing pain subsided.

“So it was my hug that did it!” She had a smile of triumph on her face.

I lay back on my ass on the floorboards of the clubhouse and looked at her seriously. “Look, Scoots… uh, Scootaloo I mean… I –”

Scoots got up and started to walk towards me.  “You can call me Scoots if you like – I don’t mind anymore.”

She didn’t mind anymore? “It’s just that you’re a very pretty little filly and it’s… well, a natural reaction for a guy to have.”

Scoots’ violet eyes were thoughtful.  “Like in the bath that time, right?”

I nodded. The little orange-coated filly sat down in front of me, resting her head on my lap and looking up at me.

“You made me feel really good that time as well,” she confessed. “That time when you were washing me.” Her eyes glistened. “Especially when you touched my wings.”

I put my hand on her head and stroked her purple mane as she closed her eyes in pleasure. “Well, they’re very cute little wings,” I said. “And I thought you’d like it if I touched them.”

Her eyes opened, and she looked up, almost pleadingly. “Could… could you maybe touch them now?” she asked.

I smiled and nodded. I stopped stroking her sweaty little mane and drew my hands down her shoulders to her wings and, gently interlacing them with my fingers, I started to rub and stoke the downy little digits.

“Oh yeah – that feels awesome,” purred Scoots, snuggling her head closer into my lap. “Don’t stop. It felt gross last time when you stopped.”

“I promise I won’t stop this time,” I said. Her tiny feathery wings were loosening up under my massage, and they squeezed back just like they were little hands.

“Massage my shoulders now,” she ordered after a while. “They’re achy from all that galloping.”

“Yes ma’am!” I replied, running my hands back up onto her shoulders and the upper part of her forelegs, easing those tired muscles. Her coat was dirty and sticky with sweat, but that just made it all the more exciting. “Does that feel good, Scoots?” 

“Uh huh,” she muttered into my lap. “And I can tell it’s making you feel good to!”

It was true – the velvety softness of her coat and the well-toned filly flesh under my fingers and the rich scent of her had made me rock hard.

“Yeah,” I admitted.

Scoots lifted her head and considered me, a pout on her lips. “It’s not fair that you just play with Sweetie all the time. I bet I’d be better than her at it.”

I stopped massaging. “You… you know about that?”

Scoots nodded. “Sweetie talks in her sleep,” she explained. 

That Sweetie Belle! She was going to get me in a ton of trouble. “So are you going to tell on us?”

Scoots’ expression became even more serious. “I’m still thinking about it. But I guess that if you let me play as well I won’t tell anypony.”

It took all my will power to stop myself from leaping up, pumping my fist in the air and shouting “OH FUCK YES!” and instead I just nodded. “If that’s what I have to do, then I guess I have no choice.”

“Awesome!” Scoots got up, her eyes glued to the bulge in my pants. “Ok then – take off those… what do you call them?”

“Pants,” I said. 

“Yeah, your pants. I wanna see it.”

Bossy little Scoots was back, and I knew that I’d better do as she said or else I’d be in trouble! So I unbuckled my pants, unzipped them and then slipped them off.

“That as well – whatever you call it,” she said, pointing at my underwear.

I grabbed the elastic in my thumbs and pulled them down, taking care to lift them over my now rigid dick. As soon as it escaped its confinement, it bobbed up at a 45 degree angle from my abdomen and Scoots eyes went huge.

“So that’s what it looks like!” She whistled. “It’s totally weird.”

I pulled my underwear down off my legs and tossed them aside. It was a little cool here in the clubhouse, and I shivered, half-naked. 

“You’re cold?” asked Scoots, still staring at my dick.

“Yeah,” I said.

“It’s cause your coat is all patchy,” she said, matter of fact. She looked up and saw that I was still wearing my t-shirt. “Take your blanket-thing off as well.”

I shrugged, unbuttoning it and slipping it off. Hopefully I wouldn’t be left lying here cold and alone for long!

I needn’t have worried, for Scoots parted my legs and stepped up to have a close look at my rigid erection. “So what does Sweetie Belle usually do with this thing?” she asked, reaching out with a forehoof and batting at it much like a cat would play with ball of twine. 

“Uhhhhh….” I groaned. I was so turned on that her soft little forehoof felt great just brushing against my erect cock. “Well, she doesn’t really do that – she usually just strokes it a little.”

“Like this?” asked Scootaloo, stroking my dick like it was a furry little animal. It jerked a bit under her touch and she giggled. “It’s like it’s alive!”

“Well, Sweetie uses both her hooves to grab it and kind of rub up and down… gently!” I suggested.

Scoots reached out with her other forehoof and wrapped them both around the shaft. Her violet eyes were wide, intently focussed on what she was doing, and as she gave me an amateurish little hoof-job her tongue stuck out of her mouth in concentration. It might have been the first time she’d ever done something like this, but she was a clever foal and she soon learned what I liked best by listening for my groans and watching my face grimace with pleasure.

“So this makes you feel pretty good, huh?” she asked, a supercilious little smile popping onto her face. “Does Sweetie Belle make you feel as good as this?”

I didn’t reply but just lay back, my eyes were rolling up into the back of my head. I didn’t usually enjoy hand-jobs or hoof-jobs, but Scoots’ inexperienced hooves wrapped around my hard-on were driving me wild. If this kept up, I was going to come all over her hooves rather than inside her, which is what I wanted to do. So I forced myself to sit up and gently take my cock out from between her forehooves.

“Aw!” protested Scoots. She looked up at me, frowning. “Was I doing it wrong?”

I shook my head. “No way!” I assured her. “It was just starting to feel too good, and I didn’t want everything to be over before I could make you feel good too!”

Scoots looked at me, relieved that she’d been doing well. The little foal was totally competitive! She couldn’t stand the thought of not being good at something. But then she looked confused. “Make me feel… good? But don’t we have to be in a bath and…”

I chuckled. “We can do it anywhere, Scoots! No need for a bath – although messing around in a bath is pretty fun.” I patted my stomach. “Now why don’t you climb on top of me and give me a nice hug?”

She looked at my twitching erection. “But… won’t it hurt if I lie on top of it?”

“It won’t hurt,” I said. “It’ll feel awesome to have that soft coat of yours rubbing against it!”

Scoots shrugged and gingerly climbed on top of me, trying to avoid putting too much weight on my body. I grabbed her around the waist and brought her body close against mine. 

“But didn’t I squash you last time?” she asked, concern in her violet eyes. Her haunches were against my crotch now, but she was still sitting upright.

“You’re as light as a feather,” I told her. And then I slid my hands up along her sides until I was touching the firm muscles around her wings and drew her down until her chest was against mine.

To begin with she just looked at me, unsure of what she should do, but then she suddenly realised what it was that I wanted and she lowered her face towards mine until her lips touched my cheek and then she pulled back.

I looked disappointed. “Is that all I’m getting? I’ve seen you give a kiss like that to Sweetie Belle!”

At Sweetie’s name, Scoot’s frowned. “So Sweetie kisses you on the lips, right?”

I nodded. “And she uses her tongue too,” I said. “She’s a very good kisser!”

Scoot’s competitive nature suddenly broke through her nervousness and she brought her lips against mine and straight away tried to stick her tongue into my mouth. But I intercepted that hot and wet little invader with my own tongue and gently drew it in, tasting the sweetness of apple juice and the saltiness of hay fries.

I guided her tongue with my own and taught her to not just stick it in and out of my mouth the way kids think French kissing is all about, but to explore my teeth and lips and palate, and as soon as I decided she was ready to accept my tongue in her mouth without freaking out, I slipped it against her firm lips which quickly parted, allowing me to caress the sensitive inside of her lips and along her teeth. 

But soon my little Scoots got competitive again, and she began wrestling my tongue with her own, trying to drive it out of her mouth so that she could stick hers back down my throat. The wetness and salty sweetness of the kiss was driving me crazy, and as she forced herself down on me my hard-on was sandwiched between us and the silky softness of her slit rubbed along the shaft. I groaned, and I felt a rush of precum spill out, sticking my skin and her coat together.

She broke the kiss and sat up, bringing a forehoof down to rub at the sticky goo that was plastering her tummy just above her puffy little pussy. “I didn’t know guys got sticky as well,” she remarked, grimacing a little and then with a giggle wiping the stuff off her hoof onto my thigh.

“Hey!” I cried. “You’re special place is making me sticky too, you know!” 

“It is not!” she said. But I noticed that her cheeks were flushing red in an embarrassed blush. I’d never seen the cocky little filly blush before, and it was heart-stoppingly adorable.

“Turn around, Scoots,” I said suddenly. “And lie on top of me just like you’re going to sit on my face.”

“Like... like this?” She turned around and, taking care not to kick me in the head, she swung a leg over my chest and then shuffled backwards on her knees until her pussy was just above me. She looked back, a quizzical look on her face. “What are you going to… OH!”

Without warning I’d leaned up and stuck my tongue against Scoots’ tiny little clit, now sticking out of its hood as pink and swollen as the rest of her little baby parts, and started to flick it. She was salty with sweat and her own excitement, and the ripe scent of her was everywhere. The little Pegasus filly smelled far stronger than my darling Sweetie, and I found the difference maddening. I flattened my tongue against the little nub and let it rest against it, then started licking again.

Scootaloo’s knees buckled and she almost collapsed on top of me, so I brought my hands up to grip her waist and better control her. I brought her butt down lower to save myself from getting a crick in the neck and continued licking in earnest while the little foal’s tail flicked back and forth against the top of my head.

Scoots was starting to pant now and I felt her chest slump onto my stomach as she was overwhelmed with the pleasure I was generating in her. I decided it was time to take it to the next level, so I slid my right hand over down her round butt cheek to her pussy as I kept hold of her waist with my other hand, my fingers curled up over that toned little butt and squeezing it. And then I gently slid a finger into her moist little tunnel, and she cried out in ecstasy. My questing finger met with little resistance, and I realised that she didn’t have a hymen – I guess the active little foal must have broken it during one of her many adventures. 

I rubbed her on the special spot just up and behind the curve of her pubic mound and kept on licking, her juices thick and blistering hot against my lips and dripping onto my chin. 

I was so engrossed in trying to make the little filly come that I’d forgotten about myself – and so I gasped in surprise when I felt her mouth slide down onto my cock and envelope it in heat and wetness. She’d obviously been looking at it, poking up at her lips and spilling out precum as I ate out that succulent little pussy of hers, and the darling little foal must have decided that she wanted me to feel good as well. 

Unlike Sweetie Belle, whose baby blowjobs were all about licking and teasing, Scootaloo was doing her best to swallow as much of my cock as possible – and the courageous little filly was doing a great job. Being in her mouth felt just like I was balls-deep in pussy, and I found myself pumping my hips up so that my cock was driven even deeper into her throat.

Suddenly Scoots pulled her mouth off my cock, gasping for air, and I realised I must have been a bit rough with her, so I slid out from under her hips and putting my hands under her forelegs I lifted her up so that she was face to face beside me and I could kiss her sloppy, panting mouth.

“That was awesome!” I told her, and she grinned as I kissed her face all over.

“Hey, stop it!” she laughed, pushing my face away. “You’re slobbering all over me like Winona does!”

“Oh sorry!” I said, looking abashed. Then I drew her face down close to mine and whispered “Do you want to do some more?”

Scoots nodded, and she began to turn around so that we could 69 again, but I stopped her. 

“That was fun, Scoots – but I was thinking of something else.” I reached down and took hold of the base of my cock. It was still rock hard and sticky with a mixture of precum and the little foal’s excited juices and as I lifted it, it stuck straight up, red and glistening and angry. Scoots’ eyes went wide.

“What… what should I do?” she asked, suddenly nervous. I couldn’t blame her – I’d never seen my dick quite so hard and swollen before.

I brought my free hand up to her head and stroked her neck and mane just behind the ear, calming her. “Just climb on top so that it’s pointing up at your special place,” I told her. “I’ll do the rest!”

The brave little foal nodded slowly and did as she was told, getting up and crouching over me so that she was facing me, a hind leg on either side of my thighs and her pink and glistening pussy just above the head of my dick. It was such a perverted sight, her little slit parted and swollen, translucent juices literally dripping from her, and I felt my dick jerk in anticipation.

“Is... is it going to hurt?” she asked, looking down at me with violet eyes glistening with uncharacteristic timidness.

“I would never, ever do anything that would hurt you, Scoots,” I said. “Just relax and let me do all the work.” I took hold of her waist and drew her slowly down until the tip of my drooling dick kissed her pussy, and then the whole head parted her lips and disappeared inside her with barely any resistance. Scoot’s mouth turned into a wide O and her eyes rolled back as she gasped at the pleasure that surged up inside her.

“Does that feel OK?” I asked.

“Oh, it feels… it feels so awesome!” she panted, her little wings getting rigid and sticking up off her back. 

I drew her down lower, more of my dick sliding into her like a hot knife into butter, and I gasped with pleasure myself as I felt the velvety walls of her sex squeezing me. She was tight, but not too tight, as she was producing such a flood of juices that they were overflowing and dripping down my shaft and onto my balls and abdomen.

“Want more Scoots?” I asked. I sure as hell wanted some more!

The little filly looked at down me without replying, and putting her forelegs on either side of my chest she leaned forward onto them and with a grunt forced herself down onto my cock, hard. The entire length of it pierced into her and we both cried out, and I felt her hard little clit against the base of my cock. I couldn’t believe I was balls-deep inside the little foal!

And without having to be told she lifted herself back up, squeezing her eyes closed and biting her lip, overwhelmed by the new feelings she was experiencing, and then she slammed her thighs back down. I almost came there and then, so incredible was the sensation of my cock suddenly sliding back into her hot and gooey little tunnel. 

I took my hands from her waist and let her take control, and soon she was driving herself up and down on my cock, her mouth wide open, her tongue licking her lips, tears starting at the corners of her eyes.

“It feels too… too awesome!” she cried. 

All I could do was grunt in reply as I thrust my hips up to meet hers. She was a flexible little foal so she didn’t find it difficult to match my rhythm, and soon we were fucking as if we’d done it a million times before.

After a while she got tired and slumped forward, her body hot and sweaty against mine, and it was easier to keep my rigidness slamming into her at the angle she liked best, so I kept up my thrusting as she nuzzled up against my neck, tears flowing down her cheeks and wetting my chest.

“Do it harder!” she whispered hoarsely. “Harder!”

I didn’t reply, but I brought my hands up and slid them across her sweat-slick lower back and onto the roundness of her rump. As she ground her hips back at me, the muscles underneath that soft orange coat of hers went taut and then slack in time to our fucking. Her thighs and butt were sleekly toned and felt so different to the buttery softness of my little Sweetie’s body, and I began to wonder how it would feel to fuck the little unicorn. Probably doggy-style would be best, her marshmallow-soft butt squishing up against my hips as I pummelled her mercilessly from behind, driving her tear-stained face into the mattress of my bed.

I was getting close now, and I could tell that Scootaloo was at around the same point. Her mouth was wide open and her panting was getting quicker, turning into little squeals as I slammed her up and down on my slick, iron-hard erection.

“Sweet Celestia, I’m gonna come!” I groaned. “I’m gonna come inside you, Scoots!”

“C… come inside me?” the little foal repeated, almost out of her head with ecstasy.

“Gonna fill your womb with my cum, you sexy… little… Pegasus… foal!” I almost shouted as I thrust into her three final times…

…and then I came, so hard I thought I’d broken something inside me and it was my life that was flowing up out of my cock in an ecstatic explosion of force. And Scoots came as well, grinding her little clit against the base of my cock, biting at my neck to stop herself from crying out, hot breath and saliva coating my skin as my cock continued spurting blistering hot blasts of semen into her, coating the insides of her little undeveloped womb.

“Holy shit!” I gasped. I lifted the exhausted filly off me, and my now softening cock slid out of her with a pop, and after it a flood of my cum mixed with her juices poured out onto my stomach. It looked like four or five guys had just blown their loads in her! Must be the vegetarian diet and all that exercise I’d been getting.

I lay her down next to me gently, and then turned to face her. Her body glistened with beads of sweat and her purple mane was sopping wet, lying on her forehead as if she’d just come out of a shower. 

 “Did… did I do OK?” she whispered, her big violet eyes considering me under half-hooded eyelids. The poor little foal looked worn out!

“You did great!” I said, kissing her and tasting salt on her lips.

“Better than Sweetie Belle?” she asked, her eyes suddenly glittering with eagerness.

“Hey!” I laughed, scandalised. “You can’t ask that! It’s… it’s not something you talk about.”

“Oh,” said Scoots, obviously disappointed. She really was a competitive little foal. Then she brightened up. “Hey, all three of us should totally do it! Then I’ll know if I’m better than her.”

“You know what, Scoot-scootaloo?” I said, hugging her to me, my hands caressing those soft, feathery wings now furled on her back. “I’m liking this idea!”

So did Scoots end up beating Shooting Star in the Elementary School Athletics Meet, I hear you ask? What do you think? After all, she did have the best. trainer. ever!

And did she ever get to compete against Sweetie to find out who was the best at sex? Well, you’ll have to wait for the next part to find out, because for now this is 

THE END