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// Six is a Family// Story: A Date With Scootaloo (Mature stories)// by NotProud//------------------------------//

	(A/N: I did not expect to write this story. When I wrote A Date With Scootaloo my plan was to have four stories, but then Three’s a Crowd came to my idea, and then this one did  later. I think it is a nice way to end this serie and I hope you all enjoy it
	I Am Not A Proud Pony
	But This One I Can Be Proud Of)
	
Six is a Family
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 with Sweetie Belle in the Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse, upstairs, in her bed, naked, and fucking like rabbits. She is so much smaller than you, like she never really grew up. Her small breasts are neatly cupped by your hand, though you haven’t touched them. She’s somewhat tight, because she is so small, and feels amazing. She is on her back, hands up above her head, eyes squeezed closed and obviously biting back exclamations of pleasure.
	This is no fun at all.
	Then again, when you and Scootaloo agreed to this, to work off your long-standing sexual tensions with Sweetie (most of which came from Sweetie herself, years ago when you and Scootaloo were still just kids who were dating) as well as to give Sweetie and her wife Apple Bloom the baby they so dearly wanted, you sort of made yourself a promise that wouldn’t enjoy it. Yes, she feels amazing. Yes, she’s obviously made that same kind of promise to herself. Neither of you are being unfaithful because you were given permission to do this, but it doesn’t help that you are both friends and haven’t considered each other available for years. Of course, you leapt at the opportunity to help out your closest friends when they said they would rather have someone they care about and trust do the deed, but the fact is, you’re married to Scootaloo, and you’re fucking Sweetie Belle.
	“I’m coming,” you whisper, and Sweetie nods. You flood her insides with your seed, and she relaxes.
	“Just stay like this for a few minutes,” she murmurs. “So it has the best chance of working.” That’s why you’re doing it missionary style, after all. She lifts her hips so that all your fertile sperm rushes inside her womb. Hopefully it will be enough.
	Scootaloo had been difficult to convince that this whole thing was a good idea. On the one hand, she loved Sweetie and Apple Bloom just as you did and she wanted them to be happy. On the other, it meant you fucking her friend. Sweetie had insisted on it, which had made Scootaloo anxious.
	“If it doesn’t work, we can try the artificial way,” she said. “I just want to have everything work as it should, if this is going to be done right.”
	When Scoot finally gave in, she seemed to be really excited about the whole deal. After all, you and she had talked, and she had said that she didn’t really want to have kids herself, which was fine by you. But she picked up on the fact that maybe you did, and so she felt that this would be a way for you to have a child, even if you weren’t going to raise it. That, you think, is what really sold her on the idea.
	“Just don’t go falling in love with my best friend,” she told you, poking you in the chest.
	You had laughed, and held her closed, and kissed her. “There’s no chance of that,” you told her, and then pinched her bum. She shrieked and slapped you on the ass and said you were terrible, then laughed.
	Thinking about it now, you realize that yeah, no matter where your dick might be right now, your heart is with the woman you married. The thought brings a smile to your face.
	“What are you thinking about?” Sweetie asks and snaps your attention back to her.
	You consider dodging the question for a moment, then smile. “Just how lucky I am to have you guys as my friends.”
	She blushes a little, which is adorable, and begins chewing on her lower lip.
	“Hey Lickety?”
	“Yeah?”
	“You want to try for round two? I mean, just to make extra sure, right? And, uh... I didn’t come, so...”
	You give her a mock stern expression. “Well, I dunno... We’re not supposed to be enjoying ourselves, after all...”
	She snorts. “Hey, you got to! Besides, it’s not like we’re ever doing this again, right?”
	“Right,” you answer without hesitation.
	“So let’s live it up a little. First time was for reals, now we have practice. Afterward. I guess.”
	You laugh and shake your head. “Fine. What are friends for, anyway?”
	She scoots up off your dick and repositions herself, taking it in one soft, delicate hand and stroking its length. With her other hand, she cups your balls and gives them a gentle squeeze, and things start reacting. Sweetie Belle pulls your cock into her mouth, sucking on it fiercely as it stands erect, and she bobs her head over it a few times to make sure it’s good and hard. The previous time, just seeing her get naked had been enough to make you hard, but now you’re thankful for the help.
	“Ready?” she asks, looking up at you.
	“How d’you want to do this?”
	In reply, she turns around, on all fours, and wiggles her pert little ass at you.
	“Right back inside, cowboy,” she giggles. The dumb line makes you groan, but you’re eager to oblige her request. Placing your hands on her hips, you position yourself and then enter her tight little pussy again. She lets out a cute soft gasp and pushes back against you, and your hips meet with a soft slap.
	She still feels good. You start up a rhythm, and don’t bother to go slow, and with every pound against her tight little ass, she moans, “Yeah” and “Yes!” You lean over her, reaching around to tug at one of her breasts, and she hisses between clenched teeth. They’re almost impossibly soft, firm but small, and her nipples are hard against your palm. You give her a squeeze and her head lowers with a moan. You can feel her tensing up inside, around you length.
	“Give it to me, Licky,” she gasps and you feel like it’s only proper that you do. You speed up even more, soft wet sounds emerging where you are joined together in passion. She’s really gotten into it, rocking back against you with her ass up in the air and biting at the sheets where her head is pressed against them. You grasp around her abdomen and pound the living hell out of her pussy.
	“Don’t stop!” she moans. “I’m almost there!”
	You are too, but you bite your lip and hold back, willing to get your friend off at any cost. She cries out and you pound against her hard enough to start pushing her forward bit by bit across the bed. She grabs onto the mattress with one hand and reaches back with other, grabbing hold of your shoulder awkwardly.
	“Yes!” she cries and you feel her spasm over your cock. “Fill me up, Lickety!”
	You let go of your self control and come hard inside her for a second time. Your hips buck and hers buck right back as you orgasm together, the bed jostling and bumping against the floor.
	From below, there’s a pounding on the floor and you can hear a muffled voice yell, “Consarnit, y’all ain’t s’posed to be havin’ fun!”
	You fall backward and start laughing, and Sweetie collapses on her front, laughing as well. You look at each other, and just to make things even more awkward, you high-five.
	That’s what friends are for.
	That night when you get home to your house Scootaloo is there waiting for you and looking worried.
	“So, uh,” she says and looks obviously embarrassed and confused about the situation. “I want to ask how it was, but that seems kind of... wrong?”
	You take your wife into your arms and kiss her gently. She doesn’t resist, but neither is she very responsive.
	“It was weird,” you say honestly. “And we made Apple Bloom mad.”
	She snorts and smiles a little.
	“And I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” you continue, and kiss her again. Her eyes go wide and this time she responds, then pushes you back a little.
	“Really?”
	“Really. My heart is here.” You press your hand against her chest, and she puts her hand over it, smiling at you.
	“In that case,” she says, lowering her voice to a whisper, “I wish your cock,” she reaches down and squeezes your crotch, “was here.” She brings your hand up and places it on her own crotch.
	You would have thought that after all that time spent with Sweetie you’d be tired, or at least not up for any more sex, but you’re immediately fired up and your erection presses against your pants. Scootaloo notices and grins devilishly, then kisses you roughly and moans into your ear.
	“Mmm, fuck me right here, Licky.”
	That’s all the inviting you need to all but rip her pants off, and yours too. Nipping at her neck, you press her up against the wall of your living room and she spreads her legs for you. You fumble with your zipper with one hand and don’t even bother to get your pants completely down before you penetrate her.
	She knows just how to play you, moaning and growling and biting at your ears so that you are filled with carnal lust. Her insides are wet and inviting and almost as tight as the day you first fucked.
	She gasps and hisses in your ear, playing with her fingernails over the back of your neck. It tingles and tickles and you buck furiously against her. You hear your name repeated over and over as you slam your wife into the wall, her pert ass bouncing off and just making you want to do it again. Her insides squeeze and milk your cock. You lock your lips to hers and with a muffled shout, you both come at the same time.
	It takes a few moments for you to recover enough to let her down, not that she seems eager to go anywhere at the moment.
	“That was damn good,” she breathes. “I’ll never doubt you again.”
	“I forgive you,” you reply, your voice swaying drunkenly. “I’m gonna take a nap now.”
	She giggles and slaps you on the ass. “Go on, stud. You’ve earned it.”
	
*****
	
	And life goes on. After a month, you all get together to celebrate Sweetie Belle’s pregnancy. Apple Bloom gives you a glare and a smirk, then hugs you. After all, having this child was her wish, too. She only gives you a hard time about it because she cares.
	As the months progress, Sweetie grows rounder, and her breasts fill out. She even sends you a thank-you gift and addresses it to “The Wondrous Giver of Boobs”.
	“Seems like she’s really enjoying pregnancy,” Scootaloo remarks, eyebrows raised as she looks at the card. Before you can open your mouth, she retorts, “No, that doesn’t means I would. I do not need bigger boobs!”
	You smile. Everyone’s getting their wish, so it’s okay.
	You spend time with old friends, Rumble and his new husband Pip. They met not long after Rumble found out Luke had been sleeping around on him. Ever since, they’d become fast friends and then eventually got married not that long ago.
	The three of you meet up sometimes to play a little football and just talk about what’s been going on in your lives. This time, of course, you have the news of the pregnancy to deliver.
	“Whew!” Rumble whistles. “Makin’ babies, huh?”
	“Sounds scary,” said Pip. “Raising a kid’s a lot of responsibility, eh?”
	You chuckle. “Not like I’ll know. I get to leave that to the girls. They promised that whether it’s a boy or girl, it’ll know I’m its biological father anyway.”
	“Sounds like a sacrifice,” Rumble says, kicking the ball into the goal. “I mean, you do actually want kids, don’t you?”
	You shrug. “Scoot’s never been keen on the idea. So if I did, well, I got to sow my oats at least, as they say. That works for me.”
	“I thought you said I was all the kid you need, Rum,” Pip says, bouncing the ball on his head.
	“Well actually...” Rumble grins at his other, who pauses then gives him a shocked look.
	“Don’t even joke!”
	“Not joking.”
	You look between them and say, “Sorry, I’m not having sex with either one of you.”
	They burst into laughter, shaking their heads.
	“Maybe we can adopt some day or something.” Rumble laughs some more and catches the ball against his chest when Pip throws it to him. “Just keep an open mind, sweetie, huh?”
	“You have no idea what you’re in for..”
	You spend the rest of the afternoon getting muddy and sweaty.
	And life continues. Your job at the ice cream parlor is going well. Scootaloo works with disabled kids, giving them physical therapy, and she always comes home with uplifting stories of some kid learning to walk again after a terrible accident. It’s a good life, and other than Sweetie’s growing stomach, thoughts of the baby are mostly left to others.
	Halfway through her pregnancy, Sweetie gives you the news from a checkup: it’s twins. She makes a joke about how you maybe should have stopped after the first one after all, but you’re too shocked to laugh.
	“Can you two raise two kids?” is all you can think to ask.
	“Umm...” Sweetie doesn’t appear to have considered that. “I’ll have to talk it over with Apple Bloom. But I’m not worried. We still have a few months to go, after all!”
	So you don’t worry either, until you get the phone call, eight months along, from Apple Bloom who is nearly in tears.
	“Sweetie’s in the hospital. The doc says there’s... complications with the pregnancy.”
	You and Scootaloo drive out immediately, even though it is fairly late at night, to see her. Doctor Stable, a kind if weary doctor, greets you.
	“As the biological father, Apple Bloom asked that you be here.” He takes off his glasses and pinches his nose. “The fact is, Ms. Belle is simply too slight to be able to carry twins to term.”
	Your heart sinks. All that work for nothing? Apple Bloom and Sweetie had been so hopeful. You suddenly realize, you really want her to have these children. Maybe you do want kids after all.
	The doctor continues. “We are exploring options for Cesarian section, but regardless of what we do it will be a risk. Both for her and the babies.”
	You spend the next few days with the feeling of a hole in your stomach. You cruise through life like a zombie, just doing things without thinking about them. The only break comes during a stop to a bar, a bad habit that you’re swearing is only going to be a one-time thing, where you see Pipsqueak, drinking alone.
	Without even meaning to, you pour out your troubles to him over hard liquor, and he nods and listens intently. When you’re done, and feeling incredibly drunk, he takes your hand and squeezes it.
	“I’ll let Rummy know,” is all he says. You really have no idea what he means by that, even when you’re sober again.
	
*****
	
	You get the news that they performed a C-section and Sweetie Belle has given birth to a boy and a girl. But she’s on life support.
	At the hospital again, you see here there on the bed, looking tinier than ever before. A lot of wires are hooked up between her and beeping machines. In the cold white starkness, you think they look like puppet strings, as though she needs someone else to hold her up. You leave Scootaloo there and go down to the maternity ward. You don’t ask anyone for help, because you’re not sure you can stand to talk to anyone right now, but you think you see them in the new babies area, encased in plastic tubes and also looking tiny and fragile.
	They aren’t yours, not really. But that doesn’t mean they won’t know you, not if you have anything to say about it. A fire burns in your heart and you clench your fist. These kids aren’t going to grow up without parents, no matter what happens.
	You wander back into the ICU. Scootaloo jumps up the moment you enter Sweetie’s room and wraps her arms around you. You can feel her shaking, and realize she’s crying into your chest. This breaks something inside you and you just hold her, crying as well.
	
*****
	
	Weeks run by of testing and observation. It seems like years. The babies are given a clean bill of health before their mother is. And then, one day, when you, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, Rumble and Pipsqueak are there together, Sweetie Belle opens her eyes.
	“Apple... Bloom...” is all she can say. It’s very soft and weak. Actually, if she hadn’t said it, no one would have noticed, because you were all looking down and feeling sad.
	Apple Bloom lets out a whoop of joy, looking like she wants to hug her wife but then stopping short, thinking about all the pain and trouble she’d been through. She didn’t want to hurt Sweetie Belle more. So she just leans down and kisses her on the cheek.
	“I’m so glad you’re alright,” she says with tears in her eyes.
	Doctors are called and you all give your well-wishing to Sweetie as they check up on her.
	“She’s in the clear,” Doctor Stable says with a smile. “She’ll need lots of rest to recover, of course, but she should be good to go home now with the babies.”
	“The babies!” Sweetie almost sits up, but is held back by a nurse.
	“They’re just fine, Mrs. Apple,” says the Doctor. “You’ll be seeing them soon, I promise.”
	He then leaves you all to fill Sweetie in on what’s been happening. She mostly is concerned about the children, which is good, but also about what Apple Bloom thinks about having two when they’d only planned on one.
	“I’m just glad you’re safe,” is all Apple Bloom says.
	“About that,” Rumble pipes up. “We’ve, uh...”
	You notice that Pipsqueak reaches over and squeezes his hand. Rumble clears his throat and continues.
	“We’ve been talking with Apple Bloom, and brought up the idea that maybe we could adopt one of them. That way you don’t have the financial burden, but your kids will grow up knowing each other too.”
	Sweetie looks calm for a moment. Then she smiles.
	
*****
	
	It’s a lovely day to be out in the park. You made a picnic lunch for yourself and Scootaloo, and you’re under a tree, trying to keep the ants out of your food and laughing about it. Atop a hill a small distance away, you can see Rumble holding his arms out, gesturing to himself encouragingly as a toddler releases his grip on Pipsqueak’s hand and runs, giggling gleefully, over to him.
	“Sorry we’re late, y’all,” says a voice behind you.
	You turn to look. Apple Bloom, dressed in overalls, stands next to Sweetie Belle, in a breezy sun gown, who is carrying their daughter.
	“Someone was bein’ fussy,” Apple Bloom explains. The look she gives makes you unsure whether she means the child or her wife.
	“How are you both doing today?” Sweetie asks, taking the seat Scootaloo offers her on the blanket and setting her child in her lap. You look over the soft blond curls. She is sleeping.
	Your daughter. You’ve decided that, once they’re old enough, they’ll be told about you, and then they can decide how they want to treat you. Until then, you’re all just one big family.
	You can hear squeals of delight as Rumble captures his child, your son, and dangles him upside-down while Pipsqueak fusses over the dangerous activity. You lean back against the tree.
	“We’re fine,” you say calmly, and smile. “We’re all just fine indeed.”