Chicken for Halloween


                                            You groan as you close the door, eight set of trick or treaters this night. By tomorrow you won't even have anything left over if this keeps up.


                                            Another knock on the door makes you sigh, defeat as you grab the bowl once more.


                                            Only a few handfuls left anyways.


                                            You open the door to find the terrors of Ponyville, the CMC outside on your doorstep.


                                            Applebloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle stare up at you with their cute little faces. Their eyes are glowing, the lights from the Jack-o-lanterns.


                                            "Trick or Treat!" They say in unison


                                            "Cute costumes girls"


                                            "Thanks!" Sweetie squeaks, "I got my sister to help us make them, I'm a vampire"


                                            "Ah'm a scarecrow" Applebloom chimes in.


                                            "And I'm a werewolf" Scootaloo nods, proud of herself.


                                            You smile and hand out your last few candy bars.


                                            "Alright, that's the last house, time to head home" Sweetie nods.


                                            The three fillies start to go their separate ways but Scootaloo lingers for a bit, "Hey chicken wings, something wrong?"


                                            "Can...can I stay with you tonight?"


                                            You frown, "I don't think that's a good idea Scootaloo, your parents will be worried"


                                            "I..." her gaze drops to the floor.


                                            Fuck, you forgot rainbows not her mom.


                                            "Sorry sorry, sure Scoots you can come in."


                                            You quickly clear a space on your couch for her and she snuggles in beside you.


                                            "So what's you're costume 'Non?" She says as she points to your suit.


                                            "There are two things adults fear more than anything else. Death," you pull a large scythe out from behind the couch.


                                            "And Taxes," you scoop up the large stack of debt collection forms.


                                            "I don't get it?" she says cocking her head quizzically.


                                            "Once you get any form of student debt, you'll see the reaper as a guy doing you a favor."


                                            She giggles as she nestles up to you, "You're weird."


                                            "So what's up kid? Normally you aren't this affectionate, you're like a needy cat." you ruffle her spikey purple mane.


                                            "It's just...I dunno I'm... scared," her little orange face lights up with blush as she presses her head against your side.


                                            "Really?" you grin as you slowly drum your fingers on the couch armrest.


                                            "What are you so scared about?"


                                            "Uhhh... ghosts! Yeah, ghosts. Its Nightmare Night after all, there's gotta be looooads of ghosts out."


                                            "Mhmmmm, and is one of the symptoms of being afraid of ghosts blush or?" you tease.


                                            She responds by further burying her face into your side.


                                            "Alright alright, I'll quit teasing you," you say rubbing her back.


                                            "Thanks, Nonny" she replies.


                                            She cuddles into your side for a while until she finally speaks up.


                                            "'Non?"


                                            "Yeah?"


                                            "D-Do you think I'm pretty?"


                                            You knew she was going to ask you something but that's a little more forward than you expected.


                                            "Yeah scoots, you're cute."


                                            "No not cute, am I... pretty" you can practically feel her face heat up.


                                            "Yeah, I think you're pretty," you reply with a smile.


                                            Quickly she pulls herself up and presses her little lips against yours.


                                            You freeze up, unsure of how to react. After a second she pulls away and stares at you with a worried look on her face.


                                            "Scootaloo I..."


                                            "I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me, it just felt... right. Please don't be hate at me!" she says with tears welling up in her eyes.


                                            "Hey, calm down. I don't hate you," you say with a gentle smile.


                                            "But did I do something wrong? I was told that when a stallion thinks you're pretty sometimes you..."


                                            "No, you just caught me off guard that's all."


                                            "Oh..." she looks down with a worried face.


                                            "Hey look at me," you say lifting her chin with your finger.


                                            "You're a very pretty mare."


                                            She smiles weakly.


                                            "So c-can we kiss again?" she asks nervously.


                                            You know you probably should say no, but... "Sure."


                                            This time she clambers onto your lap and puts her little hooves on your chest, slowly she leans forwards to meet you. As your lips touch, you feel a tingling sensation. It feels nice to be kissing her.


                                            A small moan escapes her lips as she gently opens her mouth, her little pink tongue touching your lips. You part them and allow her exploratory tongue entrance. The sensation is new but not unwelcome.


                                            You feel her little hooves move from your chest to your shoulders as she pushes herself into you. Her chest is pressing against yours, and you can feel her heart racing.


                                            You slowly break the kiss, "Scoots I-"


                                            She cuts you off, "Please, please don't stop" she pants as her big purple eyes stare into yours.


                                            You slide your hands down her sides and rest them on her hips, "Scoots we need to stop, you're just a little filly."


                                            "Y-You said I was a pretty mare, s-so which is it, do you even like me at all." her voice wavers, tears starting to form on the edges of her eyes.


                                            "Scoot, I do like you, I just don't want to do anything you'll end up hating me for."


                                            "What are you talking about, I could NEVER hate you!" she exclaims.


                                            "Y-You're so kind, and sweet, and h-handsome..." she trails off.


                                            "Scootaloo, I'm serious. We need to stop this now before it goes too far."


                                            "It's already gone too far! I'm in love with you An-," she stops suddenly and looks down.


                                            You sit in silence for a moment, there are too many ways to try and deal with this, so you stop thinking and just move.


                                            Slowly you wrap your arms around her and pull her into your chest, your head creeps closer to hers and you nuzzle into it.


                                            "I'm sorry," she whimpers.


                                            "Don't ever apologize for being in love," you say softly, "I'm the one who should be sorry, I knew this would happen if we spent time alone together."


                                            She looks up at you confused, "What do you mean?"


                                            "You aren't exactly the best at hiding how you feel," you chuckle softly.


                                            "I just never thought you'd actually like me, I'm an orphan, my wings don't work, I don't even have a cutiemark yet... so when you told me I was..."


                                            "Pretty," you interject


                                            "Y-Yeah that, I just... I just wanted to be with you so badly, I thought if we kissed, it would be like you were mine."


                                            You sigh, "curse my flexible standards."


                                            "What?" she asks as you pull her into another kiss.


                                            This one is much longer and deeper than the last, she puts her forelegs around your neck and pulls herself up, so she's sitting in your lap.


                                            You can feel her chest heaving up and down as she pants. Her little wings flared out, fluttering every so often.


                                            You slide your hands along the soft fur coat of her costume, cupping her little butt in your hands. She whinnies into your mouth as her tongue darts out and playfully runs along yours.


                                            You begin to slide your hands around the hem of her costume, "Anon what-" she starts.


                                            "Shhhh," you interrupt.


                                            You slide your hands back up the fabric, and along her little flanks. She shudders ever so slightly as you slowly rake your nails along her squishy rear.


                                            "Annooon" she moans into your mouth.


                                            You slide your hands around her rump and begin to pull her into you, her hind legs instinctively go up so she's straddling your lap. You feel the heat coming off of her as you grind your pelvis into hers.


                                            She whinnies softy but doesn't pull away. You slowly begin to slide your hands up her back, and into her mane, you softly grab a handful and pull her head around for another kiss.


                                            She complies eagerly and begins to grind her hips into yours. You can feel your pants getting tighter as you get harder, she has to feel it too.


                                            "Anon..." she whispers into your ear, "I want... I want more."


                                            You pull her head back around and lock lips with her again. You slide your hands down her back, over her little rump, and onto her thighs.


                                            Slowly you glide your hands back up her thighs, under her little costume. You feel the heat coming off of her tiny slit as you slowly begin to tease her tiny mound. She moans loudly into your mouth as she begins to grind harder against your hand.


                                            You carefully pull her costume to the side, palm rubbing against her little clit. She begins to moan louder as she pushes her little mound harder into your hand. You can feel her getting wetter as her juices start to run down your fingers.


                                            You gently slide a single finger inside her as she gasps loudly. You slowly slide it in and out, as you rub her little clit with your thumb. She begins to squirm as you work your fingers into her tight little hole.


                                            She begins to moan louder as she pushes her little rump into your hand. You slide a second finger into her and begin to stroke in and out.


                                            "Anon... I... I'm gonna..." she pants.


                                            You begin to stroke your fingers in and out faster as she begins to moan loudly.


                                            "Annooon" she cries as you feel her little muscles contract around your fingers. She pushes her hips into your hand one last time as you feel a flood of juices run over your fingers.


                                            She pants heavily as her little body writhes, you slide out your fingers and slowly begin to lick them clean.


                                            "That was... wow..." she pants.


                                            Slowly you reach behind her and unzip your pants, your throbbing erection pressing up against her cute little butt.


                                            "I-Its different than I imagined..." she stares behind her longingly.


                                            "Oh? So you've thought about it then?" you grin.


                                            "Maybe... a little..." she says bashfully.


                                            "What did you imagine it would look like" you tease.


                                            "I dunno... like what we saw in sex-ed, but it's shaped differently..." she blushes, "and it's bigger."


                                            There's no way in hell you're stopping now, "And what did you do while thinking about it" you grin.


                                            "I..." she pauses, "I touched myself... a lot."


                                            You slide your throbbing length between her legs, the tip nestled tightly against her warm hole.


                                            "Anon..." she whimpers.


                                            "Tell me if I hurt you," you say gently.


                                            You slowly begin to slide it in, the tightness more intense than anything you've ever felt before.


                                            She gasps as you slowly work it further and further in.


                                            "Are you okay?" you ask.


                                            "Mmhmm...." she moans, "I'm fine... Keep going..."


                                            You slide it in and out a few more times, each time she moans louder. You reach around her and begin to rub her little clit as you begin to work it in and out faster.


                                            "Anon!" she cries as you plunge it in as far as it will go, her walls spasming around you.


                                            You hold it there as she moans and writhes, this is only the beginning for her. You slowly pull it out as she whimpers at the loss.


                                            "I... I couldn't even get... more than... h-half inside" she pants.


                                            "Don't worry, just roll over"


                                            She obediently rolls over, sticking her little rump in the air.  She looks back at you over her shoulder.


                                            Eagerly you grab her flank and spread her tiny marehood with your thumbs, her walls slowly flexing, desperate to have you back inside.


                                            Slowly you press it in again, more wetness already allowing you to sink it in a little deeper than before.


                                            "Mmmm..." she moans as you slowly work it in and out.


                                            You reach around her with one hand and begin to rub her little clit again as your other hand goes to grab her hip. Slowly you increase the pace, her tiny body rocking back and forth as you plunge it in as far as you can.


                                            "Anon!" Scootaloo cries as you push it in as far as your hips can move, her tiny rump bouncing against you.


                                            "You feel sooo goooood" she moans as you continue to pump it in and out.


                                            She begins to rapidly rock back and forth as you finger her clit rapidly, her walls spasming again as she climaxes.


                                            "Anon!" she cries as her tiny rump bounces against you.


                                            You keep going with no plan of stopping, your endurance much greater than hers.


                                            God pony stamina is a gift.


                                            "Anon!" she cries again, this time louder.


                                            "It's too much please please slow down," she whimpers as her ears pin back and her eyes screw shut.


                                            Not wanting to hurt her you slow your pace, burying yourself as far as you can inside her and waiting so she can recover.


                                            A moment or so passes before she speaks up, "Anon... it's still not all the way inside..."


                                            "What?" you ask in surprise.


                                            "Please I can take it, I promise," she says as she looks back at you.


                                            Slowly you wrap your arms under her and sit back, holding her just slightly above your lap, "Please please please please Anon" she begs.


                                            Carefully you lower her down further, you can feel the entrance to her little womb flexing as you slowly lower her.


                                            "A-anon I love you." she pants.


                                            You can't take it anymore and with one quick thrust you bury it in as far as it can go, her womb stretching around you as it gives way.


                                            "Anon!" she cries as she climaxes again.


                                            You can feel her tiny body quivering around your manhood, her eyes are closed and her head is turned to the side, mouth wide open as she pants rapidly.


                                            You give her a moment to recover before you begin to thrust it in and out slowly. She begins moaning as you do so, her eyes rolling back into her head.


                                            "Anon..." she pants as her gaze locks with yours.


                                            You continue to thrust it in and out slowly as she moans loudly. Each time you thrust it in she lets out a high-pitched squeak.


                                            "I love you" she repeats over and over as you thrust up into her.


                                            You reach around and rub her tiny little teats as her clit rapidly winks in and out, desperate for you to stay inside of her.


                                            "Anon I'm going to...going to..." she pants.


                                            "Cum for me again" you command.


                                            "Anon!" she cries as her body begins to shudder again, her insides clamping down on your manhood.


                                            You thrust it in and out of her rapidly now, slamming into the back of her womb as you feel yourself about to climax.


                                            "Anon!" she cries as her eyes roll into the back of her head.


                                            You thrust it in and out rapidly, holding her tightly against you as you release yourself inside of her.


                                            All she can do is scream as her tiny body twitches and her hooves flail about. You thrust it in and out of her a few more times before you release the last of your seed inside of her.


                                            "Its... so... warm..." she pants, struggling to keep conscious.  "I love you so much..."


                                            Slowly you work your way out of her as you lay back along the couch, her body covers yours as she lays her head on your chest.


                                            "I love you too Scoots," you say, kissing the top of her head.


                                            "Best Nightmare Night ever," she whispers as the two of you fall asleep.