Blue and Orange on The Rainbow


                                            > You are Rainbow Blitz, THE fastest thing that Equestria ever seen.

                                            > Well, so far, at least, but who or whatever tries to take that title from you isn't going to have it easy.

                                            > You are adored by all the mares, stallions, and foals everywhere.

                                            > Well, not all the foals, but hey, their loss.

                                            > But your biggest fan, bar none, is Scootaloo.

                                            > No, seriously, kid made a fan club dedicated exclusively about how awesome you are.

                                            > You gotta give her credit, she put a lot of effort on it.

                                            >"Blitz! hey Blitz, down here!"

                                            > And speaking of the devil...

                                            > Usually, you would just land like a regular pony would.

                                            > But then again, you are no regular pony.

                                            > You pick up and speed and grab a cloud next to you.

                                            > Just as you're about to smack into the floor like you usually do, you open your wings to slow your descent.

                                            > The cloud hits you in the back and evaporates into tiny dropplets, which creates a rainbow between your extended wings.

                                            >"Wow, that was awesome!"

                                            "Oh, I know kid, you don't have to tell me."

                                            >Scootaloo is practically beaming at your display

                                            "So, what did you need?"

                                            >"What, you forgot already?"

                                            > Oh crap, forgot about what?

                                            > Quick, think of a cover up.

                                            "Pfft, me? of course I didn't, we were going to do the... thing with the... stuff..."

                                            > You don't think she's buying it

                                            "Okay, yeah, I did."

                                            >"You said you were going to let me practice with you!"

                                            > Oh right, you did say that.

                                            > Problem is, with this weather and the obstacle course you set up, she's gonna get destroyed.

                                            > Then again, it could be good exercise.

                                            "Alright kid, but I got to warn you, this is an extremely technical course, full of dangerous curves and unforgiving obstacles that--"

                                            >"Isn't it the same one you did last week?"

                                            > Goddammit kid, don't interrupt my monologue.

                                            "Well, no, you see... um... that cloud is new."

                                            > You point at where the cloud you brought down to make your entrance was, without realizing.

                                            "..."

                                            >"..."

                                            "You know what, let's just go before I embarrass myself anymore"

                                            > You gotta admit, the kid certainly learns fast.

                                            > Once she figured out that she needed to flap her wings harder, and not faster, she was flying in no time.

                                            > Of course, she's still a kid, so two laps into it you can see her panting already.

                                            "Alright kid, let's stop for a moment."

                                            > You point out to a large park below you.

                                            > Not many ponies use it nowadays, but there's still enough of a crowd for you to show off.

                                            > Once you land, you go through your bag and grab two bottles of water, tossing one to Scootaloo.

                                            > As she catches it, you turn around to let the wind hit you in the face as you pour water in your head.

                                            > As you turn around, you see Scootaloo dropped her water bottle as is starring at you.

                                            > She's also redder than Applejack's brother right about now.

                                            "Hey, squirt, you alright?"

                                            > She looks up to you for a split second, then glances downwards again.

                                            "Dude, come on, you're freaking me out, did you overheat or somet--"

                                            > Then a gust of wind makes you realize what's up.

                                            > It seems that in all the excitement, Little Rainbow decided he wanted to say hi.

                                            > And by that, you mean your dick is flopping out.

                                            > You look around frantically trying to find anything to cover yourself with, but given that you're in the middle of a park, it's not exactly easy.

                                            > In your haste, you fail to notice Scootaloo walking towards you, until she drags her tongue across the head of your cock.

                                            > You jump back in surprise.

                                            > Right on your ass, with your half-mast in full display.

                                            "By Celestia's sake, kid, what the hell are you doing?!"

                                            >"What does it look like?"

                                            "That's exactly the problem, what it looks like would get us both into a shitload of trouble!"

                                            >"Blitz, I'm not stupid, I know how it works, I won't tell anyone."

                                            "Well that's bullshit, because if you did know how it worked you wouldn't have done that!"

                                            >"But I do!"

                                            "And I could forgive all that if we weren't in the middle of a damned public park."

                                            >"Oh. Yeah, now that you mention it..."

                                            Scootaloo thinks for a second, then puts her front hooves on your stomach to get face-to-face with you.

                                            >"You know, I know of a clear not too far away from here, nobody ever goes there."

                                            > Huh, she smells like blueberries, wonder if she tast--

                                            > No, no, bad pony, stop that.

                                            "Kid, I told you already, we can't do this, if anyone finds out, my ass is gonna get thrown to jail."

                                            > Scootaloo doesn't budge from her position.

                                            > You'll be proud of how determined she is being if it weren't for the face that she's trying to get in your theoretical pants.

                                            "And besides, you're like twelve, and I'm twice you're size, you're gonna get destroyed."

                                            >"I'm thirteen! ...and what if I want to get destroyed?"

                                            > Mental note, do a recount of your fetishes once you get home.

                                            >"Plus, I already have my cutie mark, so technically--"

                                            "That's not how it works."

                                            > It takes a lot of strength to omit the "you little shit" you wanted to add at the end of that sentence.

                                            "And when the hell did you start wanting to have sex anyways? Couple of months ago you punched Featherweight in the face for asking you out."

                                            >"I-it's a long story..."

                                            "We're not going anywhere until this goes down, so we have plenty of time."

                                            >"..."

                                            "I'm listening"

                                            > Forget Big Mac, she could put him to shame with shade of red.

                                            >"Ever since Twilight's brother's wedding when you did that Sonic Rainboom..."

                                            > What.

                                            "What."

                                            >"I-I mean, you broke the sound barrier without even trying, and that was so cool, a-and.. you looked so hot while you were flying through the air..."

                                            > So, the Sonic Rainboom gives fillies cutie marks, or turns on their libido.

                                            > You don't even want to think what Twilight's magic explosion did, then.

                                            "Then why did you punch Featherweight then?"

                                            >"Because one, he looks like a twig, and second, I... I wanted you to take on my first date."

                                            "And how does trying to blow me in the middle of the park comes t-- You asked Twilight for dating advice, didn't you."

                                            >"Wha-- how did you knew?"

                                            > That girl needs to lay off the hentais.

                                            "Look, Twilight's like the last person you want to ask how to pick up ponies to, she'll just tell you to--"

                                            > Before you can even finish that sentence, Scootaloo lunges forward and kisses you in the lips.

                                            > Well, it was more of a peck, but still.

                                            >"..."

                                            "..."

                                            > The last pony you saw that nervous about something was Twilight when she couldn't find anything to write to Celestia about.

                                            > You need to think of something to say before she explodes twice.

                                            "Huh, you do taste like blueberries."

                                            > Smooth as sandpaper.

                                            > So, you have two options now, you either walk away and leave a love-struck teenager alone in the middle of a public park two hours away from civilization,

                                            > Or you bang said teenager in the middle of a public park.

                                            >"S-so what do y--"

                                            > You cover Scootaloo's mouth with your hoof.

                                            "Listen kid, we'll do it this way: We'll go the clearing, and think about it there. IF there's no one around AND you promise to keep your mouth shut, I'll consider it. Are we clear?"

                                            > Scootaloo shakes her head up and down like crazy, before mumbling something into your hoof.

                                            "Uh, can you repeat that?"

                                            >"I solemnly swear to never speak a word of this to anyone! Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cup--"

                                            "Yeah, yeah, I get it, let's go"

                                            > Swear to Celestia, this clearing seems to be in Gryphon territory.

                                            > You been flying for ten minutes with Scootaloo in front of you, just thinking what you're gonna do.

                                            > Thinking if you should have sex with her, how to refuse without breaking her heart, that well toned ass of h--

                                            > Ugh, this is gonna be harder than you thought.

                                            > In both senses.

                                            > Finally, you arrive at the clearing.

                                            > There's even a mossy stone bench and a small waterfall in here, it looks more like an abandoned part of the park than anything.

                                            > Alright, moment of truth, are you gonna do this, or not, she's right there in front of you, you can do this.

                                            > But... can you actually do this?

                                            > She's been around you for a while, and if she admires you even half as you admire the Wonderbolts...

                                            > You can't just leave her hanging like that.

                                            > Alright Blitz, time for the moment of truth.

                                            > Puff your chest, swallow your pride, and tell this girl what she wants to hear...

                                            "Sure, let's do it."

                                            >"I knew you wouldn't accept, I even got my h-- What."

                                            "I said 'Let's do it'."

                                            >"A-are you--"

                                            "Look, you're an alright kid, I can't just leave anyone, specially you, hanging like that, even if, you know, what they're asking isn't the most sensible of things."

                                            >Scootaloo jumps at you and hugs you.

                                            >"Oh, thank you, Blitz, you're not gonna regret it!"

                                            "Yeah, I sure hope so."

                                            >Scootaloo breaks off the hug and looks at you.

                                            "So, shall we begin?"

                                            > You motion at the old bench near you.

                                            "Let me clean that up, and then lay on your back in it."

                                            > You use your wings to clean as much dust and moss as you can.

                                            > Once you're done with that, Scootaloo lays down with her legs crossed.

                                            "Spread your legs, kid, I got no space to work here."

                                            >"O-oh, s-sorry, l-let me just..."

                                            > She open her legs, with them shaking all the way down.

                                            "Hey, come on, don't tell you're gonna chicken out after convincing me!"

                                            >"No! It's just that, you know, first time and all that..."

                                            > And to think that twenty minutes ago she was two seconds away from pinning you down and fucking you on the spot.

                                            "Then I hope you're ready for this!"

                                            > As soon as you plant your tongue on Scootaloo clit, she jerks upwards and almost breaks your nose in the same motion.

                                            >"Oh crap, are you alright?"

                                            "Yeah, I just- I guess I got over eager, let me try something else."

                                            > Let's just go with tongue for now before she breaks something.

                                            > You lick her labia with the tip of your tongue, very carefully.

                                            > Scootaloo let's out a short moan and jerks a little, but not with enough force to break bones.

                                            > Taking that as your cue to continue, you start parting her folds with your tongue.

                                            > That seems to do the trick, as she lets out a tiny scream before biting down on her hoof to suppress it.

                                            > You continue doing circular motions around her hole to tease her.

                                            >"C-come on, Blitz, g-get in there a-already..."

                                            > You look up to her without stopping, mumbling something into her.

                                            > She lets out a long moan and tilts her head back, and you take this as your cue.

                                            "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

                                            >"I-I said, s-stop teasing me..."

                                            > You put on a contemplative face to try and sell the act.

                                            > It's not very convincing and she's not even looking at you, but hey, you may as well have fun with it.

                                            "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

                                            > You plunge your tongue into her, making her entire body jerk up and her wings dart open.

                                            > Jeez, she's more sensitive than Fluttershy when it comes to this.

                                            > She's once again biting into her hoof to try and silence herself.

                                            > And it's not working on the slightest.

                                            > At this rate the entire population of Canterlot is going to hear her, you need to finish fast.

                                            > And when it comes to fast, you're the prefect pony to talk to.

                                            > You take your tongue out of her and go directly to her clit again.

                                            > ...with the same results as last time.

                                            > Same jerking, same bruised nose, except this time she apparently reacted much better to it.

                                            > And by that, you mean half of your face is covered by her juices.

                                            "Well, guess they don't call you 'Squirt' for nothing."

                                            > Okay, yeah, that was too stupid, even for you.

                                            > You clean what you can off your face with your leg before licking off as much as you can.

                                            > You walk up to Scootaloo, who's panting with the biggest, goofiest smile you ever seen in your life.

                                            >"I, uh... wow"

                                            > Eloquence, thy name is Scootaloo

                                            "You still up for round two?"

                                            > Scootaloo manages to lift her head to look up to you.

                                            >"What kind of question is that, of course I am!"

                                            > And half an hour ago, she was panting from doing two laps around a track.

                                            "Alright then, let me just get ready."

                                            > Well, not like you need to, your dick could give Maud a run for her money in a rock breaking contest at this point.

                                            > You go back to the back of the bench and line up with her entrance.

                                            > Swear to Celestia, if she ends up kicking you in the face...

                                            >"Wait, wait!"

                                            > Scootaloo perks up, taking you by surprise.

                                            "What, what is it?"

                                            > She manages to sit up, user her forelegs as support.

                                            >"I wanna watch it go in."

                                            > Well, who are you to deny a request like that?

                                            > Once again, you line up and get ready to go in.

                                            "You ready, kid?"

                                            > Scootaloo nods in response, before biting her hoof again.

                                            "Alright, then, here we go."

                                            > Surprisingly, you went in pretty easily.

                                            > And Scootaloo is taking it pretty well.

                                            > Well, if you count almost headbutting you while trying to grab onto you well.

                                            "Kid, you alright?"

                                            > Scootaloo is breathing heavily and squeezing your left wing.

                                            > It'll hurt a lot more more if you weren't worried so much for her right now.

                                            "Hey, you oka--"

                                            > Scootaloo sighs and lets go of your wing -Thank Celestia- before reclining down into the bench, once again using her forelegs as support.

                                            >"Y-yeah, it's just... that was a much stronger sensation than I thought it'll be."

                                            "You alright though?"

                                            >"Y-yeah, I'll be fine."

                                            "Do you want me to start moving?"

                                            >"I'm not stopping you."

                                            > You pull back as much as you can, before plunging back into her as slowly as you can, which for you, that takes a lot of effort.

                                            > Scootaloo moans and throws her head back, before grabbing into your shoulder with her right hoof.

                                            > After a few seconds of this, she looks at you again.

                                            >"C-could you speed up a bit?"

                                            > Don't have to tell me twice.

                                            > You speed to to a moderate pace, while doing shallower thrusts.

                                            > Scootaloo, on the other hand, is squeezing the hell out of your shoulder.

                                            > She lets out a little squeak every time you thrust into her, so at least she's enjoying herself.

                                            > You, on the other hand, are putting as much effort as to not thrust as fast as far as you can manage.

                                            > Suddenly, Scootaloo grabs onto both your shoulders and sits up.

                                            >"A-alright, you can go faster now."

                                            "You sure you can take it?"

                                            >"You do remember what I said at the park, right?"

                                            >You chuckle to yourself, gotta admire how determined she is.

                                            "Well then, now's where the fun begins."

                                            > You pull back as far as you can without pulling out, and go as deep as you possibly can.

                                            > Scootaloo lets out a loud moan, once again biting her hoof to try and keep quiet.

                                            > Before she can do anything though, you do the same thing again.

                                            > The sound of your thighs slapping against her is almost drowned out by her moaning.

                                            > Although at this point you don't care anymore, if Canterlot is going to watch, you may as well give them an spectacle.

                                            > You reach down between her legs and start massaging her clit.

                                            > Scootaloo lets out a yelp before she squeezes down on your shoulder again.

                                            > Except this time she uses it to get you into a hug, with her head rested where her hoof was.

                                            > Between how tight she is, her moaning in your ear and how she's moving her hips to the same rythim as you, you don't see yourself lasting too long.

                                            > As a matter of fact, you don't.

                                            "H-hey kid, I'm about to finish here, h-how are you doing?"

                                            > Other than a drowned out hum of confirmation, you don't get much more of an answer.

                                            "I'll take that as a yes."

                                            > With your final thrusts, you hilt yourself as deep as you can go.

                                            > Scootaloo once again squeezes your wing as she orgasms, with you following suit a couple seconds later.

                                            > The orgasm part, that is, her wings are too small to get a decent grip.

                                            > Both of you spend a couple seconds still hugging, trying to catch your breath.

                                            >"T-that was... that was amazing... thanks, Blitz."

                                            "Y-yeah, don't mention it."

                                            > Even Jack and Rose weren't as romantic as you two.

                                            "Alright, lay back for a bit, I'm gonna pull out."

                                            > Scootaloo nods and does so, as you pull out with a sound that resembles a champagne bottle.

                                            > You sit next to Scootaloo, who's looking down at her vagina

                                            >"Oh wow, you came a lot."

                                            "Yeah, in within practice and the Wonderbolt Academy I hadn't had time to, um, relieve myself these days."

                                            >"I bet you're glad I was around then."

                                            "Yeah right, between your attitude and trying to get in my pants I'm gonna have to retire in my 40s."

                                            "Wha- hey!"

                                            > Scootaloo pouts and looks at the ground.

                                            > ...aaand now you feel bad.

                                            "Ah, c'mon, I'm just messing with you, I'm glad to have you arou--"

                                            > Oh hell.

                                            > Oooooooh shit.

                                            > Please let that rustling in the bushes be an animal.

                                            > Or someone from the other side that brushed against it.

                                            > Hell, you'll take Pinkie at this point.

                                            > But alas, the universe apparently hates you more than you thought it did.

                                            > Another foal, who looks eerily similar to Scootaloo.

                                            > Except she's blue and doesn't have half a liter of cum in her.

                                            > Okay Blitz, think fast.

                                            > Wrestling? No, she's too old for that.

                                            > "This isn't what it looks like?" Yeah, like that's gonna work."

                                            "H-hey..."

                                            > Your prestigious speaking skills fail you, and the blue filly turns around and runs into the forest.

                                            > Scootaloo looks at you, horrified.

                                            >"Oh crap, what do we do?"

                                            "We need to get her, if she tells anyone my ass is gonna end up as Tirek's cellmate."

                                            > Scootaloo jumps up from the bench and runs in front of you.

                                            >"Come on, we gotta move before we lose her!"

                                            > By Luna's tits, how is this girl so full of energy.

                                            > You manage to wobble off the seat and start flying behind her.

                                            > Sadly, looking for something small in this forest is next to fucking impossible.

                                            > You wonder why did you thought this was a good idea to begin with.

                                            > I mean, technically speaking, you do have blue balls, but that's not--

                                            >"Hey do you smell that?"

                                            "Yeah, I know, I should had pulled out, sor--"

                                            >"No, you idiot, not that, it smells like wet fur."

                                            > Now that she mentions it, yeah, it does.

                                            > It's not exactly much to go on, but it's better than to have the guy who's 1000 something years plan you foiled as a cellmate.

                                            "Come on, we gotta find her!"

                                            > Following Scootaloo's nose, you manage to find a rather shallow stream.

                                            > Great, you knew this would lead to nowhere, may as well get used to the idea of--

                                            > Before you can even finish that thought, Scootaloo pulls you down with her inside a bush.

                                            "Ow, what did you do that f--"

                                            > Scootaloo covers your mouth with her hoof and points towards something.

                                            > Wait, that's the blue filly.

                                            > And she's...

                                            > Oh wow.

                                            > She definitely masturbating.

                                            > And rather harshly, you may add, massaging her nipples while playing with her clit.

                                            > Before you can even react, you see Scootaloo walking towards her in your peripheral vision.

                                            > You wonder if the stream is deep enough to drown yourself in it.

                                            >"You know..."

                                            > Scootaloo says as she walks to the filly, swaying her hips with every step.

                                            > And now you have an erection.

                                            >"...We may be able to help you with that."

                                            > And now you don't.

                                            > You pop your head and one of your legs from the bush so you grab Scootaloo like a football.

                                            > You look at the filly who's expression has changed from surprise to sheer confusion.

                                            "Excuse us for a sec, would ya?"

                                            > You go back into the bush, taking Scootaloo with you.

                                            "What in Celestia's solar powered ass was that?"

                                            >"I... was offering her to have sex with us? What, did I do something wrong?"

                                            > You would facehoof, but your arms are occupied right now.

                                            "Okay, look, I can do public sex with a minor, but this is taking it too far."

                                            >"But you didn't have any problem doing it with me!"

                                            "Yeah, that's because it's you. And besides, do you really think she's going to accept the offer of a complete stranger to have a th--"

                                            > Before you can finish that sentence, the blue filly brushes against the bush.

                                            > You and Scootaloo pop up so you can hear what she wants to say.

                                            > She's looking away from you and her ears are down.

                                            > Gotta admit, that's actually kinda cute.

                                            >"I, um, wanted to see if your offer was.. still valid?"

                                            > Scootaloo looks at you, apparently even she didn't believe she would accept.

                                            > You look at Scootaloo, back at the filly, then down at your recently expanded dong.

                                            > You lower your head in defeat and sigh.

                                            > Well, if you're going to hell, you may as well aim for the ninth circle.

                                            "I dunno, is the offer still up, kid?

                                            > Scootaloo hesitates for a second, seemingly not being able to understand if you're being sarcastic or not.

                                            > You tilt you head and nod, trying to clarify your intention.

                                            >"Um, yeah, if you're up to it, that is."

                                            > The blue filly perks up when she hears this.

                                            >"Really? I-- okay, what should I do? Do you need me to lay down or wh--"

                                            "First things first, what's your name? At the very least I'll like to know that."

                                            > The blue filly buffs her chest and raises one of her hoofs to it.

                                            "My name is Archer, three times winner of the Equestrian sub-16 bow shooting competition!"

                                            > With forelegs like those, you should had guessed.

                                            > And the bow and arrow cutie mark kinda gave it away.

                                            "Name's Blitz, and this is Scootaloo."

                                            > Scootaloo puff her chest and spreads her wings, all while smiling, as if showing off that you knew her name.

                                            >"Wait, I know about you!"

                                            "Well, of course you do, after all--"

                                            >"You're friends with the student of Princess Celestia, Twilight Sparkle, right?"

                                            "..."

                                            > Thanks for the ego boost, kid.

                                            >"S-so, what do you want me to do?"

                                            > And there are the droopy ears again.

                                            > Scootaloo jumps out from the bush and circles her.

                                            >"Well, how about we start by helping my friend warm up?"

                                            > You give a small chuckle as you walk out the bush.

                                            "Always looking out for me, aren't you?"

                                            >"What can I say, I try."

                                            > You sit down and spread your legs, giving them both plenty of space to work with.

                                            > Archer seems to be slightly shocked.

                                            >"Oh wow, I've never had one this close."

                                            > She pokes your dick, making it flop back and forth.

                                            > Scootaloo, on the other hand, is already doing her best effort to add as much liquid as the stream behind you as she can.

                                            >"And we haven't even gotten to the best part"

                                            > Scootaloo opens her mouth and takes as much of your dick as she's able before choking.

                                            > Which given her size, it isn't much.

                                            > Still, you not complaining.

                                            > Archer, on the other hand, is just sitting there, unsure of what to do.

                                            > Scootaloo lets your dick go and turns around to face her.

                                            >"Hey, you're gonna help here or what?"

                                            > Archer perks up and walks towards it, stopping centimeters away from you.

                                            >"I-- do I lick it or..?"

                                            > Scootaloo thinks for a second, before nodding and getting back to work.

                                            > Archer, meanwhile, starts licking your shaft.

                                            > Despite how small they are, they're doing a damn good job on stimulating you.

                                            > Scootaloo rythmically bobs up and down, stopping every once on a while to try and deepthroat, and Archer licks your entire length while stopping to nuzzle your balls when Scoots stops for breath.

                                            > By Luna, they're good at this.

                                            > Too good.

                                            "H-hey kid, s-stop for a second."

                                            > Archer pretty much jumps from your dick, but Scootaloo takes the time to get half your dick in to her throat before stopping.

                                            > It takes all of your strength to not just unload right then and there.

                                            >"So... what's up?" Scootaloo says between breaths.

                                            "I don't want to cum before we even begin, go easy on me."

                                            > Scootaloo just giggles, before looking at you.

                                            >"So, what do you say, you warmed up already?"

                                            > You look at Archer, who seems to be doing her best not to look nervous.

                                            "Yeah, I'll say I am. You ready, blue?"

                                            > Archer tries her best to look disinterested.

                                            >"Me, oh please, I was ready since before you arrived."

                                            "Yeah, I can see that."

                                            > You point at the moist patch she made in the rocks she's sitting.

                                            >"I-- um..."

                                            > Wait, hold up.

                                            > Where is she going to lay down?

                                            "Wait, hold up, I just realized something, you can't lay down on the rocks."

                                            > These things are sharp as all hell, your ass is hurting just from sitting on them

                                            >"Huh, you're right" says Scootaloo.

                                            >"Maybe you can carry me, or maybe I could ride you?" asks Archer.

                                            "No, I'm too big for you, she could barely take me and you're smaller than her."

                                            > Archer thinks for a second, before blushing.

                                            "I-in that case, maybe you could... put in my butt?"

                                            "What."

                                            >"What."

                                            >"W-well, my butt is deeper than my vagina, so maybe you could fit better in there?"

                                            > As tempting as that sounds in theory, that's a very bad idea.

                                            >"I don't think you're going to enjoy that." says Scootaloo.

                                            "Yeah, she's right, you're going to stretch too much if I do that, it's gonna hurt like hell."

                                            > Archer stammers a bit, before taking a deep breath.

                                            >"I-I already had things in there that we're more or less you're size, I can take it!"

                                            > Well, that's not exactly something you expected to hear today.

                                            > Then again, this whole day's been really fucking weird.

                                            > Scootaloo is just standing next to you, blinking in confusion.

                                            "Alright, if you think you're up to it."

                                            > Archer fist bumps, which makes Scootaloo look at you with a extremely confused look in your face.

                                            > You just shrug.

                                            > At this point it's not even the weirdest thing you did today.

                                            "But before I do anything, I'm going to need to use something as lubricant."

                                            >"I can help with that." says Scootaloo.

                                            > She grabs tour dick and starts dragging her tongue across it, doing her best to cover it in her spit.

                                            > Once she's done with that, she puts in her mouth and takes most of the length into her.

                                            > Fucking hell, you're going to have to ask where she learned that.

                                            > Scootaloo let's go of your dick and coughs a bit.

                                            > She motions to you that she's okay, before taking a deep breath.

                                            > Guess she's not as good as you thought.

                                            >"I'm fine, don't worry."

                                            > Archer, in the other hand, has started playing with herself.

                                            > You turn your head to face her and motion her towards you.

                                            "Okay, come here, blue."

                                            > She stands up, and walks, or rather wobbles, towards you.

                                            > You pick her up from her waist and place yourself against a tree to use as support.

                                            "You ready?"

                                            >"Y-yeah, let's do it."

                                            > You press yourself against her hole.

                                            > Moment of truth, everybody.

                                            > Oh crap, that went in faster that you thought it will.

                                            "Hey, blue, you okay?"

                                            >"O-oh sweet salty Luna..."

                                            > Well that answers your question.

                                            > You try to start moving, but she's too tight, you're worried you'll break something.

                                            > Freaking earth pony strength, man.

                                            "You're gonna need to relax a little, I can't move."

                                            >"O-oh, sorry."

                                            > She unclenches a bit, letting you move.

                                            "That's better."

                                            > You jerk your hips, managing to get halfway in her before she clenches again.

                                            > Better take it easy then.

                                            > You make short, shallow thrusts so she can get used to the sensation.

                                            > This seems to do the trick, as her eyes are slightly rolled back and she's barely hanging onto you anymore.

                                            > You turn towards Scootaloo, who's rubbing herself against a big, smooth rock.

                                            "Hey, kid, you want to help here?"

                                            > Scootaloo looks up to you, and smiles before making her way to the both of you.

                                            > She gets under you helps Archer spread her butt.

                                            > This, on the other hand, seems to do wonders for her, as she lets out a very loud moan.

                                            >"B-blitz, p-please go deeper."

                                            "Are you sure, you're barely holding up as it i--"

                                            > Archer manages to gather enough strength to bounce and bury herself balls deep.

                                            > You let out a groan, while Archer screams in a mix of pleasure and surprise.

                                            > Once again, you have to gather the power of a thousand suns not to fill her ass in that very moment.

                                            > These fillies are going to be the end of you.

                                            > Scootaloo, on the other hand, doesn't know what to do.

                                            >"Are you guys okay?" she asks.

                                            "Y-yeah, I'm fine, s-she just took me by surprise...

                                            > You direct your attention to Archer.

                                            "How are you holding up?"

                                            > Archer lets out a moan, and starts playing with her clit.

                                            >"Yeah, I think she's fine." Scootaloo sarcastically adds.

                                            > You look down at the orange filly, an idea forming up in your head.

                                            "Well, since she's already nestled in there, how about you help me out instead?"

                                            >"Well, since you asked so nicely..."

                                            > Scootaloo walks up and nudges your balls with her muzzle, before she starts sucking on one of them.

                                            "Thanks, kid."

                                            > You pull back to about half length of your cock and thrust forward.

                                            > Archer lets out a moan and arches forwards.

                                            > You keep doing the same motion, faster every time, while Scootaloo plays with your balls.

                                            > Once again, the air is filled with the sounds of slapping, moaning, and now also slurping.

                                            > Archer loses her grip on you, but is caught by Scootaloo.

                                            > You stop pumping to see what she's going to do.

                                            >"Hey, how are you holding up?" says Scootaloo.

                                            >"I-I'm almost t-there" Archer manages to stammer.

                                            > Scootaloo chuckles a little then looks up to you.

                                            >"What do you say, you wanna finish this now?"

                                            > You look at Archer, grabbing her by the small of her back.

                                            "What do you say, blue, do you want me to finish?"

                                            >"Y-yes, please." says Archer "J-just don't do it inside me."

                                            > Well that's disappointing, but you're not going to ignore her request.

                                            >"Hey, more for me" Says Scootaloo.

                                            > Scootaloo takes Archer's hoof from her clit and places hers on it, making Archer blush and let out a small moan, she then looks up to you.

                                            >"You ready?" asks Scootaloo.

                                            "Whenever you are."

                                            > Scootaloo starts massaging Archer's clit while you resume your pace.

                                            > After a few seconds of this, the blue filly cries out and orgasms, clamping down on your dick, making you do the same.

                                            > Scootaloo, thinking fast, lifts Archer, making your dick flop from her, making you cum in her face.

                                            > She puts your dick in her mouth, trying to catch as much of your cum as she can.

                                            > You having already cummed once already, makes it easier for her.

                                            > You shakily lay down Archer on her back, who's trying to catch her breath.

                                            > You look up to Scootaloo, who's licking the cum from her face.

                                            >"Huh, tastes like Skittles."

                                            > Scootaloo chuckles to herself, while you roll your eyes.

                                            "Yeah, yeah, I heard that one before."

                                            > You're walking through the forest towards your bag to get something to drink.

                                            > Well, you and Scootaloo are walking, Archer is laying on your back.

                                            > You doubt she'll be able to walk properly for a while.

                                            >"So..." says Archer.

                                            > You stop and turn your head towards her, getting a good look at her gaping butt.

                                            "Yeah, what is it?"

                                            >"Do you want to do this again some other time?"

                                            >"Hey, I saw him first!" Scootaloo protests

                                            >"Yeah, but you didn't have sex with him, did you?" asks Archer, booping Scootaloo in the nose.

                                            "Actually, she did."

                                            >"Huh?"

                                            >"Yeah, way before we even saw you to begin with." adds Scootaloo.

                                            > She had like a liter of cum coming out of her, it wasn't that hard to figure out.

                                            >"Well, um... how about we all do this again?" asks Archer.

                                            >"Dibs on getting to be his girlfriend!" says Scootaloo.

                                            >"What-- you can't call dibs on that!" protests Archer.

                                            >"I can, and I did!" says Scootaloo, sticking her tongue out.

                                            >"Oh, you're de--"

                                            "Hey! keep that up and the only thing you're getting dibs on is walking home by yourselves."

                                            > Scootaloo and Archer look at you, then look at the ground.

                                            > Again with the pouting and floppy ears.

                                            "Fine, you both can call yourself whatever you like..."

                                            > They both chime up to you saying this.

                                            > Which in turn gets you an stereo of "Really?" and cheering.

                                            "But!"

                                            > The two fillies stop celebrating and look at you.

                                            "Not in public."

                                            > Scootaloo lets out a disappointed groan and Archer lets out a high-pitched "Aww..."

                                            > These are going to be some long 7 years...