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// Third Base With Scootaloo// Story: A Date With Scootaloo (Mature stories)// by NotProud//------------------------------//

	(A/N: All characters portrayed in this story are of the proper age to engage in sexual activity. Please do not read if you think you will go to jail in your country, I do not wish that to happen to anyone.
	Thank you to Earthwise for his remarkable editing of this fanfictioin.
	I Am Not A Proud Pony
	And Things Are Turning Sour)
	
Third Base With Scootaloo
By NotProud
My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic and all non-original characters are owned by Hasbro and Lauren Faust. No copyright infringement is intended. If you paid money to read this, please report whomever you paid to the law enforcement of your country!
	
	You are nervous, though you can’t figure why.
	It could be that you’ve never really been to the Sweet Apple Acres Farm before and this barn is dark and creepy and slightly smelly.
	It could be that Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle have pressured you into playing a game of strip poker with Scootaloo for her birthday.
	It could be that you are about to see far more of three very beautiful girls than you had ever imagined possible.
	Or, it could be that they’re about to see way more of you than you had ever thought possible; you are going to be the only guy there, after all.
	Whatever the case is, you are stuck here with the three of them, in the barn’s loft, wondering just how a board game fits into strip poker. Sweetie Belle luckily voices your thoughts aloud.
	“Apple Bloom!” she squeaks. “We’re supposed to be playing strip poker.”
	Apple Bloom shrugs. “Well, after you came up with that idea, Ah realized Ah dunno how to play poker. Ah found an ol’ book o’ Granny Smith’s, but it weren’t no help. Ah couldn’t make heads or tails of it. So then Ah kinda fergot fer a while, and then Ah panicked and just grabbed the first game Ah could find.”
	“So we’re playing strip ‘Sorry!’?” you ask. She pulls out the box and nods sadly.
	“But don’t worry, everyone! Ah’ve thought up some rules that’ll make it work.”
	Scootaloo grins at you. “I’m surprised you two didn’t invite Twist,” she says sneakily.
	“We did, actually,” Sweetie says, “but she chickened out. She’s kinda sensitive about her boobs, after all.”
	You bite your lip slightly and think about Twist’s boobs. Oh, how’d you love to see those beauties uncovered for all the world to see. Not that you’re complaining about present company, of course. They’ll be more than enough. Scootaloo nudges you with her fake leg.
	“Glad you came, at least, Lick.”
	“Heh!” You rub the back of your neck. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world!”
	“I’ll bet!” She sticks her tongue out and snickers. “So, Miss Bloom, what are the rules?”
	Apple Bloom is wearing her usual yellow t-shirt under a pair of worn denim overalls. Sweetie has on a frumpy lilac sweater, white tights, and thick framed spectacles. Scootaloo is wearing a ripped orange t-shirt and jean shorts. You’re wearing cargo shorts and a green t-shirt so faded it may as well be white. With any luck, most of their clothing will be gone soon.
	Apple Bloom clears her throat and sits back on her legs.
	“Just like strip poker, the first one to get naked loses. If’n ya get bumped, ya have to remove one article of clothing. Everyone’s got a shirt, pants, undies, socks, shoes, and an accessory. Ah’ve got mah bow, Sweetie’s got her glasses, Scoot’s got her leg, and Lickety has his hat.”
	“Hey wait, why my leg?”
	Apple Bloom purses her lips seriously. “It’s an accessory for the purposes o’ this here game!”
	“You know I wear a fabric cuff under it, right? That’d be like a sock. What if it’s a shoe instead? Then I won’t have to take the shoe off, because that’s kind of a pain in the butt to put back on.”
	“But what’ll you have for an accessory?” you ask.
	“I’ve got it!” Sweetie Belle reaches behind herself and drags her backpack over. She searches inside of it and produces a long pink and purple striped scarf, which she hands to Scootaloo. “You can use this!”
	Scoot makes a face at it. “Ew! It’s so... girly!” But with a grunt, she ties it around her neck. She looks kind of uncomfortable. Maybe it’s wool.
	“Why do you have random scarves in the middle of summer, anyway?”
	Sweetie gives her a serious look. “Do you know who my sister is?” She waves her hands and puts on a dramatic tone, mocking Rarity. “‘You never know when or where a scarf emergency may strike, Sweetie! You must always be prepared to accesorize!’”
	That gets you all laughing, and Scootaloo calms down.
	“Hey, wait a sec,” you say. “You’re all girls.”
	Apple Bloom looks at you like you’re stupid. “Just now figurin’ that out eh, Lickety?”
	“No, no!” You wave your hands. “I mean, you’re all wearing bras, right? So you’ve all got one up on me! I need another accessory or something!”
	You look at Sweetie in case she has more scarves. She misunderstands and says, “Yes, I’m wearing a bra this time!” Now it’s your turn to look at her like she’s stupid.
	“Don’t worry about it, Lickety,” Apple Bloom says. “We’ll just give a freebie. First bump don’t count. How ‘bout that?”
	You nod and shrug. “All right, sounds good to me. Bet I’m the first one bumped, though.”
	“Fair enough!” Apple Bloom declares, and sets up the board. “Everyone knows how to play, right?” There’s a chorus of mm-hmms. “Then let the games begin!”
	The game starts off pretty slowly, but sure enough you are the first one bumped back to start, by Sweetie Belle. She grins fiercely as she exclaims, “Sorry!” and then the battle is on.
	“Freebie’s up,” Apple Bloom declares. “The next person to get bumped starts strippin’!” She grins and looks around at all of you. Oh, is it ever on.
	Scootaloo gets bumped next, and she gladly removes her scarf. Then Apple Bloom loses her bow and you get bumped again and take off your right shoe.
	“Hey wait,” you say, “do shoes count as a pair?”
	“Nah.” Apple Bloom shakes her head. Without her bow, her red hair hangs down below her shoulders. It looks pretty. “You can do ‘em one at a time. Socks too.”
	Which is good, because you get bumped twice more and decide to go foot by foot. So now your left foot is cold. But it’s kind of funny. Apple Bloom loses a shoe, and so does Scootaloo, then you notice a very dark expression come over Sweetie’s face.
	She’s the next to get bumped, and instead of removing her glasses or her shoe, she goes right for her sweater. It reveals pale flesh, untouched by the sun, a lithe body with light bones. Her breasts are cupped in a lacy white bra, definitely not the kind meant to be worn outside the bedroom, and they are milky and soft, not to mention a good bit larger than you’d imagined. Why, if you touched them, they’d likely fill your palms. Last you knew, she was flat, but it seems times change.
	“What the hay, Sweetie!?” Apple Bloom asks. “Do you even know how to play this game? You’re supposed to save yer goodies for last!”
	Sweetie sniffs in a haughty way. “Scoot was complaining her scarf was hot. How do you think I felt with that sweater on?”
	“But you always wear a sweater,” you say, unable to take your eyes off of her.
	“And what the hay, Lickety?” Scootaloo says, her tone menacing.
	Sweetie grins. “He just likes what he sees.” She adjusts herself and thrusts her chest forward. It actually makes her boobs look smaller. Maybe the bra is pushing them up. “Don’t get too jealous, Scootaloo. We’re all going to be doing a lot of looking at each other today.”
	Apple Bloom snickers, Scootaloo crosses her arms, and the game continues.
	There’s a good deal of play after that without anyone getting bumped. Maybe they’re being shy, but there aren’t any opportunities for you to hit anyone for two turns. You start to wonder if maybe you should have a strategy. You could go for Scootaloo, but that might seem like favoritism, plus she might get mad at you. You could go straight for Apple Bloom; of the three of them, she’s got the largest boobs, and you’re hoping you’ll get to see them today. Maybe you should just spread the punishment out, so that they each lose clothes at the same rate. That’s a good idea.
	You start with Scootaloo, and she ends up removing her leg. It’s strange; you’ve never really had a chance to look at her. Her leg ends a few centimeters below the knee, so that she’s got a bit left over to move around. But she just ends there. The idea that a person can simply not exist where they should is fascinating.
	She curls her legs together, and you see the muscles of her leg stump ripple beneath the cloth covering. The end of it sort of sucks in and out, but the motion for her seems natural. She clears her throat and you realize you’ve been staring. She is glaring at you.
	“Sorry,” you mumble.
	The next person you can attack is Sweetie Belle, who removes her shoe. You cannot catch Apple Bloom though and the first game ends up pretty quickly after that. Apple Bloom wins and it’s time for another round, since no one has lost the stripping yet. In fact, the clothing distribution is pretty even.
	“All right everyone,” declares Apple Bloom, “socks and shoes off, time for the lightnin’ round! ‘Cept you, Sweetie, just your other shoe.”
	With varying amounts of grumbling, you all take off your footwear as requested. This means things are going to progress even faster.
	Sweetie grins evilly at you as the second game begins. It isn’t long after that Scootaloo bumps you, and you lose your own shirt, to the combined hoots of your assembled friends. At least you’re in good shape right now.
	“Dang, Lickety,” Apple Bloom says, whistling. “Ah never knew you was so good lookin’!”
	You blush fiercely. Sweetie Belle snickers, and Scootaloo puts her hands on her hips, looking offended.
	“Oh, back off, girl, he’s mine!” She gives you a predatory look, eyes slowly roving over your abs as she licks her lips. You know she’s just teasing, but damn if that doesn’t make your shorts tight.
	You notice something as the game progresses, though. Sweetie Belle seems to be protecting Scootaloo, at the cost of her own pieces. If you didn’t know better, you’d say she was trying to lose on purpose, because she keeps making dumb mistakes. You decide you’re going to protect her and begin your war against Scoot.
	Soon, Scootaloo takes off her pants. She’s wearing very plain white panties, which she leans forward to cover with her shirt soon after. A quick jaunt against Apple Bloom, and she takes off her overalls. Her panties match her shirt, and have a little pink ribbon on the front. She blushes and crosses her legs together.
	Then Sweetie gets bumped and with a shout, she whips off her bra, even though she’s got socks left.
	You can’t take your eyes off her, and she knows it. Her breasts are small and firm, but definitely a handful, like you thought. Each is topped with a delicate pink nipple, which pout inward until the air hits them, then they’re standing proud. A light sheen of gooseflesh pimples her breasts, and she juts them forward.
	“Do you like them?” she murmurs sultrily.
	“Sweetie, what the crap?” Scootaloo asks. “Do you want everyone to see your boobs right off?”
	Sweetie’s voice cracks. “So what if I do?” She humphs and crosses her arms over her chest, breaking your gaze. “I’ve been in a training bra for years now. Can’t I be proud of having what you two already got?”
	“Yeah, but you’re distracting Lickety,” Scootaloo says, her eyes getting dark. She lifts an eyebrow at you and you gulp.
	“Aw, what the hay, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom groans. “Y’all ain’t playin’ right.”
	“It sounds like you’ve got a lot of experience in this, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie says. “Maybe you’ve done this before with your secret boyfriends,” Sweetie giggles, and Apple Bloom turns apple red.
	“C-can we just keep playin’?” she mumbles.
	Sweetie almost immediately uncrosses her arms, and you go right back to staring and not paying attention to the game. Worse, she’s leaning over the game board now and her breasts jiggle softly with every motion, enticing. What you wouldn’t give to just wrap your hand around one, or even your mouth. They look so softly suckable, like scoops of ice cream.
	She giggles and winks at you. Great, so she knows. It’s like girls have a sixth sense about that. Scoot doesn’t notice, at least, or she’s ignoring you and not saying anything.
	You bump Scootaloo and she reaches under her shirt. After a few long minutes of fumbling, she produces a long strip of cloth. Her shirt expands. All three of you are staring.
	“Whoa, Scoot,” Apple Bloom breathes.
	“Wow,” says Sweetie Belle. She looks down at her chest, cups her breasts, draws your attention again, and frowns.
	You can’t say anything. Scootaloo clicks her tongue and sighs.
	“Yes, I have huge tits, and I keep them tied down with this,” she holds up the cloth strip, “so they don’t flop around while I’m running. You happy?”
	You sure are. Apple Bloom giggles.
	“Shucks, an’ Ah thought Ah was the biggest here.” She doesn’t seem too upset about it though, judging by her grin.
	“Just the early bloomer,” Scoot says, sticking her tongue out. “Pun intended. Be glad you don’t have to deal with the back problems!”
	Apple Bloom nods sagely. “Mine’re bad enough as it is.”
	Sweetie Belle harrumphs. “I’d still rather have back problems than a flat chest.” No one pays her any attention.
	Things begin to come to a head. You lose your shorts and are left with your boxers. Luckily, they’re solid black and not Superman or something, because that would be really dorky and embarrassing. Sweetie Belle loses her tights, and her skin is so naturally pale that it almost doesn’t make a difference. Her panties are lacy and white, like her bra. Apple Bloom takes off her shirt, revealing breasts about twice the size of Sweetie’s, in a bra that matches her panties. The tops are covered in freckles, just like her face and shoulders. She blushes deeply and kind of shrinks in on herself.
	Then you bump Scootaloo once more. This is it, you think, the final act.
	But surprisingly, Scootaloo very nervously takes off her panties. She must really not want to show off her tits. Sweetie Belle whistles. You stare.
	It’s not like you haven’t taken health class before, but seeing it in person, and from the girl you’re dating, is a whole other matter. The lips are a soft curve with a light dappling of purple hairs. She crosses her legs tightly after a second and glares at you, but you noticed that something was glistening down there. Your boxers are getting tightly again. Thoughts of what you all might do after someone loses begin to fill your head.
	Then Apple Bloom loses her bra. This was what you’d waited for! Her breasts are, as you thought, much larger than Sweetie’s.  They hang from her chest like dappled bags of milk.  You don’t get a good look at her nipples, as she covers them up almost immediately, but the fact that her freckles reach down over her shoulders and onto her breasts is adorable and sexy.  Currently, they are all turning a deep shade of maroon, all the way up to her face, which is the brightest color of red you have seen all day.
	“C’mon, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie chides, “show off!  That’s the whole point.  You’ve got really nice ones, don’t hide them away.”
	Yes, you think, please, show them off for the world!
	Apple Bloom glares at her, and continues playing the game with one hand. You would be too, for other reasons, if you weren’t surrounded by eyes at the moment.
	But this is it: the final stretch.  You, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle all have your undies, and Scootaloo has her shirt.  Whoever gets bumped next gets 100% naked, and the game will be over.  Secretly, you hope that there will be time for... more afterward, but the parts of you not connected to your dick are telling you that’s probably not gonna happen.
	There’s a tense round where no one gets an opportunity to bump a rival. You can tell the girls all know what you’ve realized; Scootaloo is looking extremely nervous. Apple Bloom is embarrassed. Sweetie Belle’s eyes are blazing fiercely and she keeps glancing at you.
	Oh gosh. What if you lose? Do you want all these girls seeing your junk? Your boner shrivels as you think about it. Are you above average, below? What if they’ve seen bigger? Could you take being totally exposed in front of three beautiful girls who are also in various stages of being completely exposed to you? What if your dick does something stupid? What if you just fucking explode?
	You cross your legs Hindu style and become so self-conscious that you miss it’s your turn until Scootaloo pokes you in the arm.
	“C’mon, Lick, quit staring, you’re holding the game up.”
	“Oh. Right. Sorry.”
	You gulp and draw a card.
	It’s a Sorry card.
	This is it. You flip it over onto the game board so they can all see, and there’s a tenuous gasp from all three of them. You’ve got the power. Which girl do you want to see naked?
	Sweetie you could really care less about. She wants to show off, and giving her that satisfaction would turn her loss into a victory. No thanks.
	Apple Bloom you are pretty sure will pop if she gets any redder. She’s suffered enough, and you can kind of share her pain, given what you were just thinking about.
	That leaves Scoot. You’ve already seen her virgin pussy, but she’s the only one who hasn’t shown off her other goods yet. It would only be fair, right? Plus, she’s your girlfriend. That settles it.
	You must be staring at her, because suddenly her eyes go wide and she holds up her hands.
	“Wait, Lick, no, not me, please! Pick anyone else! Pick Sweetie, she wants it more!”
	“Yeah, Lickety,” Sweetie purrs, “pick meeee.”
	“Sorry,” you say quietly, and bump Scootaloo’s pawn.
	She looks ready to cry. You’re confused more than anything. Yes, it’ll be a little embarrassing, but it’s not that bad, right?
	“All right, girls, I lost ha ha!” she laughs nervously. “Great game! I got to see a whole new side of you, yay!”
	Sweetie Belle frowns. “C’mon, Scoot. Take it off.”
	Apple Bloom looks unsure. “It’s kinda the rules. Ah mean, yeah, ya lost, but ya do kinda have to show ‘em. Ah mean, since we all done it already. It’s only fair.”
	Scoot’s eyes begin to water. “B-but...”
	“Oh, just do it!” Sweetie cries and lunges for her. Scootaloo backs up and closes her eyes. Tears begin to fall.
	“Okay.” she says with a voice of whisper. “Just please don’t hate me.”
	You can only wonder about that statement for three seconds as she slowly reaches down with both hands and then pulls her shirt off over her head, and reveals the biggest, roundest, ripest melons of anyone in the room. Every inch of skin is taut and supple, bowing out under the weight of her jugs. They quiver and sway with each motion she makes. Her nipples are thick and perky, dark enough that they almost match her hair, and look entirely suckable. Oh what you wouldn’t give to get your hands on those babies for two second...
	“There!” she cries, and she’s actually crying now. “Are you happy?”
	Apple Bloom and Sweetie exchange glances.
	“Uh, ya got nice huge funbags, Scoot, but Ah ain’t seein’ why we’d hate ya.”
	Scootaloo closes her eyes and turns. There, on her lower back, is a picture of a heart surrounded by speed lines and purple curls that span her entire back. Apple Bloom and Sweetie’s jaws drop, and you’re even shocked.
	“YOU GOT YOUR CUTIE MARK!” they shout together, and their faces light up in smiles. Scootaloo doesn’t share the smile, though her tears stop.
	“W-what?” She says and sniffles.
	“This is so exciting!” Apple Bloom cries.
	“You’re not mad at me?” Scootaloo asks, genuinely shocked.
	“Of course not!” exclaims Sweetie. “You’re the first Crusader to get her cutie mark! This is awesome!”
	“Well, uh...” Now it’s Apple Bloom who is being embarrassed and scratches at her neck. “Actually, Sweetie...”
	Sweetie’s eyes bug out. “You’re kidding me. You’re kidding me!”
	Apple Bloom shakes her head, lifts her hair on the right side and turns. There is a picture on her neck of a half an apple slice with a hammer and a wrench crossed over it. Sweetie Belle gives an epic pout and crosses her arms over her tiny chest.
	“Okay, now I’m mad!” she squeaks. “Last to get her boobs and her cutie mark? It’s not fair!”
	“Now you know whah Ah ain’t told ya, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom mumbles.
	“And why I didn’t want to lift my shirt,” Scootaloo adds. She’s got her arms pushed up under her boobs and has been like that for a while, so you’ve been staring for a while. Oh man, you get to touch those. Eventually. Probably. Hopefully.
	Sweetie’s pout turns from angry to sad and she looks down at the game board.
	“I really can’t be mad at you guys. You’re my friends, and I’m really happy about this. It’s just...” She looks up and she’s two seconds away from crying. “Why does everyone always have to be better than me?” She closes her eyes and tears squeeze out. “Why am I always so slow with everything?”
	“Sweetie...” Apple Bloom frowns, scoots over, and puts her arm around her smaller friend, who’s now sniffling and crying, and hugs her tightly. “You ain’t slow at all.”
	“You’re just stubborn,” Scootaloo says, and Apple Bloom shoots her a look.
	“You don’t have to be mean,” Sweetie murmurs whiningly.
	“No, I’m serious. Sweetie, look at me.”
	She does. You still are. Scoot leans forward on her hands and her breasts swing out, hanging ripely. You’re content to just stare, not saying anything for the moment, because this is between three lifelong friends.
	“I know for a fact that you know what your special talent is, you’re just too stubborn to admit it, and you always have been.”
	Apple Bloom nods. “Ah think she may have a point, Sweetie. It ain’t mean. The ability t’ get yer cutie mark’s inside ya. Ya just gotta think about what it is that you can do best.”
	“Not just the best, but what makes you feel free, like nothing else!” Scootaloo wiggles her naked rear and her breasts sway pendulously. She grins. “I got mine after I got that new scooter. Being back on that thing made me realize just how much I love the feeling of the wind in my hair, and the adrenaline from zooming down a hill! I always have, even when I was a kid!”
	“And Ah got mine,” Apple Bloom says, “after realizin’ there just ain’t no better feelin’ than what Ah get after makin’ a table or a birdhouse or a bench! Makin’ stuff’s real... fulfillin’, that’s the word.”
	“What about you, Lick?” Scootaloo’s question brings your attention to her face for the first time in ever.
	“Uh.” You scratch your shoulder, trying to remember anything that isn’t Scootaloo’s tits. “Well, my cutie mark story isn’t that impressive. I just figured out about mixing foods together, what things go with other things, and flavors and stuff, and it happened to be with ice cream, since my dad owns the shop and all, so bam!” You point to your mark. “Ice cream.” You look at Sweetie. “It’s not so hard, really.”
	“Oh no,” Sweetie says, crossing her arms again, “you’re all gonna say that my talent is singing. Nothing doing, I hate singing!”
	Scootaloo and Apple Bloom look at each other helplessly. Scootaloo says, “Sweetie, we can’t really tell you anything. You’re the one who has to figure it out.”
	Apple Bloom adds, “Think about how ya feel. When do ya feel the best? I mean like really great, better’n anything else.”
	“When do you really feel like yourself?” you add.
	Sweetie looks at you. “You all kind of sound like a cult,” she mumbles, but takes a breath and closes her eyes. “When do I feel free...?”
	There’s a long, silent pause. The air is so tense you’re completely focused on Sweetie’s face and not even looking at her boobs or anyone else’s. All three of you stare intently at her, and slowly she smiles.
	“I hate it, but I guess I’m always singing,” she says quietly. “When I’m by myself, it just happens naturally. But I hate it so much...” She frowns. “Everyone’s always telling me, ‘Sweetie, let’s hear your beautiful voice!’” She says it in a mocking tone. “‘Sweetie, sing for us!’ Well, I hate that. But...”
	Her face scrunches up. “But it’s not the singing I hate; it’s performing for other people. I get horrible stage fright! But when I’m by myself and no one else is around, that’s when I feel...!”
	She gasps and lets out a pure note, her eyes flipping open like Venetian blinds. There’s a bright light coming from her chest and you all have to shield your eyes. When the light fades, there’s a gasp and you look at Sweetie Belle.
	There on her chest, above what little cleavage she has, is a picture of two beamed quavers, with little pink hearts for the dots, surrounded by waves that represent the sound of music. Sweetie stares at herself, lets out a choked sob and then tackles Apple Bloom, crying. Scootaloo heaves herself up on one leg and jumps on top of them.
	“I love you guys!” Sweetie Belle shouts. “I got my cutie mark!”
	There’s a lot of cheering and hugging, and...
	Oh dear.
	They’re all almost naked. Scoot is naked. And you’ve noticed how their breasts rub together as they hug and cuddle together. The soft dappled flesh bends and distorts around its friends, smushing gently and forming into new curves. Sweetie’s nipple crosses over Apple Bloom’s, and they both stand at attention, and so do you. Your eyes are locked.
	“Three cheers for Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo shouts, and they all shout, “Hooray!” Then Apple Bloom lifts herself up on her elbows and looks at you. Then she turns bright red. Scootaloo gives her a look.
	“Uh, Apple Bloom, what are you--eep!” She turns, looks at you, as does Sweetie Belle, and now it’s their turn to stare at you. You force yourself to look down.
	The tip of your cock has risen out of the waistband of your boxers and is now standing proudly for the world to see. Also, despite the fact that you have not touched yourself once today, you came, and there’s white stuff on the tip. You blush.
	One of the girls snickers. Your blush deepens. Then they start laughing, but strangely you laugh along, and everything’s okay.
	While Sweetie Belle untangles herself from Apple Bloom, Scoot moves over to you, crawling on her hands and knees.
	“Guess we got a little carried away, huh?” she says softly. “Want me to clean that up for you?”
	Oh, do you ever. You nod and she gives you a wicked grin, but just at that moment, you hear from below, “What in the sam hell is you kids doin’ up thar?”
	Everyone freezes. Apple Bloom’s eyes shrink to pinpricks.
	“It’s Granny Smith!” she hisses, and suddenly the loft is a rush of teenagers trying to get their clothes back on.
	Well, everyone except Sweetie Belle that is, who leans over the rail and shouts, “Hey Granny Smith, look! I got my cutie mark!”
	“Well ain’t that nice,” Granny says calmly, then shouts, “but put a darn shirt on, ya whippersnapper! Y’all better not be playin’ sex games up in thar!”
	“Oh yeah,” Sweetie replies cheerfully, “wemmphgrhafdsbgafghl--”
	Apple Bloom clamps her hand over Sweetie’s mouth, and you watch those large breasts in their yellow bra press against her back.
	“No, Granny, we wasn’t! Just playin’ a board game!”
	“Yeah!” Scootaloo adds. “A board game! Sweetie just got a little carried away when she got her cutie mark!”
	“Ah’m a-comin’ up!”
	As you fight to get your shorts back on, heart racing as you hear the first creak of old leg on wooden step, Scootaloo bumps into you and whispers into your ear, “I guess we’ll have to save it for later.” You flush bright crimson and she giggles at you. You’ll just have to be patient then.
	The four of you (yes, even Sweetie Belle) manage to dress yourselves long before Granny Smith is even halfway up the stairs. You can hear her muttering about “lumbegos” from up here. Shame-faced but trying not to laugh, you all march down the steps and past Granny, who’s clinging to the rail and grumbling.
	“Land sakes,” you hear her say as you walk past. “Can’t leave these teenagers on they own fer five seconds these days. Almost as bad as when I was their age!”
	And what a surprise that is!
	
	(A/N: In case you wanted more sex, think of this is like the appetizer. The next and last story will be pure sex, I promise.
	Here is a picture of MoronSonOfBoron that is just like my Sweetie Belle: http://derpiboo.ru/72369
	Also, this one: http://moronsonofboron.deviantart.com/art/status-symbol-321863627
	Please give MoronSonOfBoron lots of praise and watches, he is a good artist and without him these stories would not be happening.)