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// Scootaloo All the Way// 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.
	Now we find the whole reason why I began this serie. It is probably not what you think. I apologize.
	I Am Not A Proud Pony
	This Is Maybe Not So Bad)
	
Scootaloo All the Way
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!
	
	Ever since that day in Apple Bloom’s barn, your relationship with Scootaloo has “heated up.”
	At Sweetie Belle’s cute-siniera, she dragged you off into the closet when you had a moment away from others. There, you both kissed while exploring the outside of each others’ clothes with your hands. At long last, you got to touch those wonderful, enormous breasts. Even through the layers of bandages holding them tightly to her chest, they felt soft and yielding, and she reacted with suppressed moans as you squeezed them. In return, she fondled your crotch and grinned the whole time. It was tough to say which one made you harder. You both kissed, and your advances became more earnest, when there was a knock at the closet door.
	“Are y’all done yet? Ah gotta give Sweetie her birthday gift.”
	Shamed, with red faces, the two of you giggled and whispered that it was better to take things slowly and to get your fill of each other before moving ahead. It would not be the last chance you would have to experience Scootaloo for all she had to offer.  You and her avoided looking at Apple Bloom as you exited and she pushed Sweetie into...
	The...
	You hadn’t considered the meaning back then, but looking on it now, you realize, that must have been when they first...
	Well.
	Anyway, you took it slowly. A stolen kiss between classes, a squeeze of a breast or rump when no one was looking. On weekends you would both run off to secluded areas, usually on Apple Bloom’s family farm, and giggle to yourself as you experienced the forbidden. That was half the fun, after all, that you two were doing things you knew weren’t accepted by adults. And yet you were becoming adults. It was natural to do.
	On one occasion, you snuck her into the boys’ locker room after school. The two of you alone got your fill of one another with your hands. You penetrated her warm folds with a finger and she told you how to curl one up to find her G-spot. As she moaned into your shoulder, she stroked your hard length until you came. She bit when you she came, to stifle the groan, and then left you to clean yourself up in the showers. She really knows how to be sexy and annoying all at the same time.
	The first time she gave you a blowjob was at her house. Her mom works long hours sometimes, and you took advantage of this to escape the weather and let your girlfriend have a vision at your fully naked form. Scootaloo sat on the bed, purring at you as you slowly stripped for her. Down to your final piece of clothing, she murmured, “Let me” and with lidded eyes got one her knees before you, taking the waistband of your boxers (green this time, still no Superman) in her teeth and drags them down your legs. She sat back on her leg, admiring you from top to bottom and then, without any warning, leaned forward and kissed your cock tip.
	It was all you could do not to come right then. You shivered and closed your eyes and hissed in a breath through your teeth. Then she made a soft giggling sound and you felt her lips press down over your length. Her teeth scraped your foreskin a little bit but when you made a noise of discomfit, she opened her mouth wider to accommodate.
	“Sorry,” she murmured, “I haven’t done this before either.”
	Her purple bangs bounced as she slowly worked her head down your shaft, licking the underside slowly and softly on the way back up. Her breath and saliva were warm on your dick, and in no time flat you came into he mouth.
	She smiled up at you, licking her lips and swallowing. “Did I do good?”
	“Oh yeah.” Your arms were weak and you could hardly keep yourself up right.
	She made a face. “To tell you the truth, it wasn’t really all that tasty. But I’m glad you liked it.”
	You two decided to work on things. When next you had time to yourselves, it was at your house and so you decided to repay her work on you. It didn’t take much to convince her to strip, and she giggled the whole time, winked over her shoulder at you while she teased and flashed her skin. Then, when she had finally revealed those lovely, soft orbs to you, along with her purple-dusted muff, you crept up in front of her and gazed her into your eyes, all of her. Then you spread her legs, pushed her back. When she said, “Hey, wait, what are you doing?” you replied, “Repaying a favor” and then she was all for it.
	You remembered once actually trying to read a pornography magazine for the articles. There had actually been erotic short stories, two of them, and you hadn’t found them terribly interesting, really. The one thing you recalled at this time though was the description of the women’s vagina parts. Specifically, you remembered that the men in the stories described them as tasting like strawberries or flowers and stuff. It was all perfume like and very fruit like.
	Scootaloo’s pussy did not taste like perfume or fruit or cookies or anything else pleasant. It tasted like sweat and salt and skin. It was not the most horrible thing you had ever experienced, but it wasn’t tasty either. You guessed it only made sense, since she hadn’t liked the way you taste. If she had gone through this to please you, it was the least you could do to please her without complaining.
	So you went to work. It was actually pretty tiring on your mouth and tongue. You licked at her nether lips, and at her clit, then sucked on it, which made her moan. Sometimes you would get little purple hairs in your teeth, but you just picked them out and kept going. Sometimes she would reach down and push your face deeper into her vagina, and you didn’t mind. Mostly, she just lay on her back and gasped and moaned and writhed around.
	Finally, when she came, it was all over your face. That had been surprising. You wiped some of the sticky stuff off yourself, then made a show over licking your fingers clean in front of her. She smiled at you, looking like she was drunk, and you two shared a long kiss. It would have been easy to fuck her, right there on your bed, in your own bedroom, but you had both promised to take it slow and there was lots of licking and sucking ahead of you. Plus, your dad had come home about ten minutes after that because he forgot something, and it had been lucky that she was getting dressed as the front door opened.
	Which brought you to now. Now, in the most private place you could find, which is the clubhouse out in the apple orchard that Scootaloo and her friends played in when they were little girls. Now is when you two have finally decided to share everything you have with each other.
	“Let’s make it a game,” Scootaloo says softly, kissing you on the cheek.
	You hold her tightly, nuzzling her ear. “What, like strip Sorry?”
	She laughs. “Oh gees, you had to bring that up! Well, let’s just take it slow, okay?”
	“One piece of cloth for one piece of cloth,” you suggest, and she grins.
	So you take off your shoe, and she does the same. Then your socks, and your shirts. And your pants. You run your hands over her body, kneeling against her so you can feel her breasts strain against your chest. She kisses you and you want nothing more than to strip her naked and fuck her wildly against the bright striped rug, faded from being out in the elements all these years. But you will yourself to take it slow. You always have done this and it has always paid off big time.
	She undoes the straps of her bra, because she wore one today just for you, and you slide it off her shoulders. Delicately, you take her full right breast in your hands and kiss her nipple. She coos and leans her head back, pressing into your embrace. Her nipple stands at attention and you lick it softly, sucking on it and flicking it with her tongue. She gasps and moans softly and you smile. You run your hands around the outside of this breast, and her other one, squeezing and kneading them. They are supple and yielding under your hands, the perfect combination of soft flesh and warm love.
	Her hands search down to your waist and push your boxers down. Your penis is already erect and it flops out against her belly. You return the gesture, sliding her panties down her legs. The smell of her wet arousal touches your nose almost instantly.
	“I want you inside me,” she whispers, and you feel pre-cum leak from your tip.
	“There’s just one other thing,” you say, just as softly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t match you cloth for cloth on this one.”
	She pauses and blinks at you, then comes to understand. “M-my leg?”
	You nod.
	“You’ve left it on every other time we’ve done something intimate. I want all of you, Scoot. I want the real you. Don’t hide yourself from me, you know you don’t have to.”
	A smile spreads on her face and she hiccups a little. “I love you, Lickety.”
	“I love you too, Scootaloo.”
	She sits back and reaches down. It only takes a moment for her to undo the seal on her artificial leg and then she slides it off, revealing the spot where her body simply ends. It never ceases to astound you, how she just doesn’t exist where otherwise she should. Her fingers curl around the top of the cushioning sock covering her leg-stump and she slides it off as well. When it is clear of her skin, she flexes her stump. The end of her leg wiggles strangely.
	Looking at her for permission first, you lean down and kiss her knee. She leans back on her elbows and watches you. You take her stump in both hands, caressing the pocked skin where it was so wrongly rent from her. You feel the muscles ripple under your grasp, the smoothness of the end of the nub. You kiss the end of her stump, feel the flesh stop just slightly behind your kiss, where the bone ends. You stroke the underside of her shortened calf, and she lets out a breath.
	“Oh, Lickety...”
	You place the stump against your mouth, kissing it, licking it softly, and run your hands down her leg. Your fingers curl into her pubes possessively. Soon. You rub her stump against your face, kissing under her knee, and she jerks a little, giggling.
	“That tickles!”
	You smile in apology and then kiss her stump once more, sucking on the end. She lets out a little moan and with your right hand you stroke over her pussy lips. Your hand comes away wet. You’ve taken it slow enough.
	“Are you ready, babe?”
	“Only if you are.”
	You are. You release her leg, smile as the knee works the stump, curls it under her thigh, and then you lay her down on the sleeping bag she thought to bring for cushioning.
	“Did you bring it?” she asks you. You’d almost forgotten.
	“Yeah.”
	You reach backward, not looking terribly studly, and fish around in your rucksack. You produce a pair of foil and plastic packages, small ones, and hold them up.
	“Let me put one on you,” she says, and your cock stands at attention. She tears the package and lifts out the little rubber ring, studying it with idly curiosity. Then she blows into one end of it gently. The tip flares, inflates to show off its purpose, and she leans forward. She strokes your cock with one hand, your full length, and then places the condom on the tip. With a careful hand, she unrolls it over your shaft, and then lays back.
	“I’m ready, lover.”
	That word “lover” sends a shiver up your spine.
	“I’ll be gentle.” you promise.
	You rise up over her, press your body against hers, and kind of completely miss on your first pass, hitting the inside of her thigh instead. With a soft laugh, she reaches down, takes your dick gently in her fingers, and guides the tip to her opening. You press your hips forward and then you’re in paradise.
	The sensation is dulled a bit because of the latex but you feel her all around you. You’re inside her! Your dick is in a girl! This is maybe the best moment of your life. Best of all, the girl loves you (she just said so, after all) and you love her, so it’s pretty likely you’re going to be doing this again at some point. But there’s no time to think about that right now.
	She gasps a little bit, like a soft moan of anguish, as you push all the way inside her. You look down at her with concern but she smiles up at you, and then you realize what happened.
	“Did I just...”
	She nods. “Yeah. Kinda surprised I didn’t do it on my own first, considering how rough I am but I’m glad you did it.”
	You cannot help but smile. And then you get to work.
	She moans and moves beneath you as you slide in and out of her, as gently as you can. You don’t want to blow your load all at once, you want this to last. She leans up and you take her in your arms, lifting her off the ground slightly. Her legs wrap around your back and you feel her stump press against your flesh. You figure a soft, slow rhythm is the best thing for both of you and so you try to steady your thrusts as regularly as possible. You both keep your voices low, because sound does travel and the clubhouse has no real windows, but the soft ‘oohs’ and ‘aah’s below you are so adorable.
	You’re so very happy to be making love to Scootaloo.
	“Oh Lickety, you feel so good inside me!”
	Her breasts bounce and sway as you thrust against her. They are hypnotic. The orbs make little circles on her chest, and you lean down to kiss one nipple gently. You swirl your tongue around it and she gasps and moans. Meanwhile, the muscles of her insides contract and squeeze against your cock, and there’s no way you can not feel that through the condom. Its slickness helps you maintain your rhythm. She squeezes you with all three and a half limbs.
	“Yes,” she breathes, “Lickety, yes!”
	You feel it suddenly. A pressure between your balls and the base of your cock. You want to hold back, but it’s very difficult. You want to come with your lady fair. But at this rate that’s probably unlikely to happen.
	“I-I’m coming, Scoot...”
	“Yes!” She reaches up and embraces you tightly against her, breasts pressing to your chest with their hard nipples erect. “Yes, come inside me!”
	You’ve never heard anything sexier from a girl before. With a grunt and a loud groan of pleasure, you come hard, twice, then three times, and feel the hot seed collect around your dick inside the condom. You all of a sudden feel very tired, and you slump over Scootaloo.
	She hits you in the side. “No, you dummy, get off!”
	“What?”
	“Don’t let any get inside me! Take it off and put the other one on!”
	You do as bidden, numbly sliding out of her with a wet pop. You start peeling the condom off your quickly receding erection, only to realize that that will make sperm kind of get everywhere. It takes some doing, but you get it off without spilling a drop, and lay it in a plastic bag that you brought them in.
	As you get the second one ready, you glance to Scootaloo. She’s very feverishly rubbing her clit with one hand, her stump of a leg flexing in the air.
	“Hurry, Lickety,” she gasps, “I want you to fuck me hard! I want to come with you!”
	You look down. Shit. Your dick is mostly limp at this point.
	“Hang on,” you say, trying to hide your ineffectiveness. Scoot moans as she pleasures herself, and you realize you’ve never seen her do that before. It’s really hot.
	You focus on this new hotness, trying to will your cock back into life. You shake it a little, rub it, tug on it. Nothing. There’s no way you’re getting out of this.
	“I... I can’t get it back up.”
	“Shit.” Scootaloo rolls up into a sitting position, one hand still between her legs, and puts her other hand on your penis. Without another word, she lowers her head over it and begins sucking your juices off of it. The tip of her tongue flicks under the tip of your cock, and you start to feel things moving. But it’s not enough.
	“I have an idea,” you say. “Lay back again, just real quick.”
	She looks at you funny but she does so and keeps fingering herself. You grasp her leg gently in your hand and begin to rub your cock against the end of her stump. The flesh there is not quite as yielding as inside of her, but it feels completely different against your meat. In no time, you’re fucking her leg stump, and this is what finally gets you hard enough to continue. She gasps in pleasure, then sees that you’re ready.
	“Hurry, get the condom on!”
	You oblige her and do so. You want to be back inside of her. There is no way you’re going to let this girl down.
	She pushes you over and climbs on top of you, and stops masturbating just long enough so that she can guide your cock into her pussy. That close warmth slides over you and once more you are within her treasured folds, only this time she is on top. Her mammoth breasts sway tantalizingly above you as she grinds her hips against yours fiercely.
	“Yes, Lickety, yes! Fuck me hard!”
	You’re not letting this girl down. It’s awkward, but you buck your hips upward every time she thrusts downward, and soon you’ve both gotten into a heavy rhythm. You’re panting hard. Her nails dig into your chest. She leans down over you and presses her lips to yours, and you respond by wrapping your arms around her back and holding her tightly to you. Her tongue slides over yours, and you more bite at each others’ faces than kiss, desperate to experience every inch of each other. Her hard nipples press against your chest. You find that by angling your hips upward just a bit, you can really get to work on her pussy.
	You give Scootaloo the pounding of her life. She gasps and writhes and moans, gripping your shoulders almost painfully.
	“Yes, yes! Fuck yes, oh don’t stop!”
	She clings to you, crying out your name, and you fuck the living hell out of her. This feels incredible. It’s like you were made to do this. Even with the condom, you’ve never felt closer to her, and every sensation of love that you feel toward her only makes you horny. The hornier you get, the harder you thrust.
	“Oh, yes, Lickety! I’m gonna... I’m gonna c--Aah!”
	She lets out a piercing cry and you feel her inner walls contract and spasm around your cock. The extra action lets loose your own floodgates, and the two of you come together.
	You are immediately exhausted, and it seems she is too, for she flops over top of you, her breasts squishing against your chest, and you both just lie there for a long while, catching your breaths. You keep one arm around her only because you can’t really move to move it, but it feels so good, having her so close. Plus you’re still inside her, even if you’re getting limp again. Who cares though.
	“We...” she pants. “We need to do this more often...”
	You don’t hesitate to agree. “Yeah...”
	She yawns, which you think is adorable, and snuggles against you.
	“Hey, it’s kinda chilly, don’t you think?” you ask.
	“Mm, I’ve got you,” she murmurs. It looks like she might fall asleep.
	With one foot, you reach out and drag the sleeping bag over. She gets up long enough to let you open it and climb in (and take off the condom), then she snuggles back up to you and closes her eyes. Her hand strays to your dick, which remains inert, and you rest your hand on her breast, which is still warm and soft.
	Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re expecting something bad to happen right about now. Someone will come in, surely, and see the two of you naked together in the clubhouse. But it doesn’t happen. It’s peaceful out here, there’s no one around. The orchard sounds fill your ears and you find yourself drifting off to sleep, the girl of your dreams cuddled up close beside you, nice and warm and safe.