Two months after Futaloo has moved in with you...

Scootaloo whistled as she walked down the carpeted hallway of your apartment. Your place really wasn't anything too special, but the rent was cheap and the location was a gold mine for a college student. Simple white walls, two bedrooms, a tiny living room, a single bathroom and a kitchen made up the layout of your place. Scootaloo was a rather decent roommate, she didn't make a mess, was relatively quiet and she appeared to show a keen interest in better knowing you.

As the mare strolled, wearing her signature Wonderbolts hoodie that she acquired during her previous "adventures". She never expanded on what that meant, and made it rather clear that it wasn't something she was ready to discuss quite yet. The mare stopped in front of the bathroom doorway, noticing a faint light underneath the door. Scootaloo jumped as the shower turned on, sending her heartbeat to turbo speed. Ever so slowly she reaches her hand to the doorknob, carefully twisting her wrist, her mind praying that she doesn't bring notice to her presence.

When you first met Scootaloo, she looked like an average girl, just covered in lush orange fur and sporting that luxurious dark purple tail that swayed about as she walked. Most humans would have just stared, like she was some sort of freak, yet you accepted her for who she was, almost happy for her company. That week was the start of Scoot's feelings for you, something she wasn't sure how to reveal.

After the start of Scootaloo's residency, she had a habit of walking about in rather revealing clothes, wearing extremely short purple shorts that covered about a hand's length of her thighs. You didn't really mind, thinking her fur was probably enough to keep her warm. But her love skyrocketed within two weeks into her lease.

While she was playing her Nintendo 3DS, which bore the insignia of the Wonderbolts Academy, something that Scoots talked often about but never really hinted at what it was, she managed to walk into the living room where she found you drawing something out of the corner of her eye. Glancing up from her game, her mouth dropped as she saw the form of a naked female equipped with something extra. A blush reigned down upon Scootaloo's face, her cheeks burning with sudden embarrassment, for she too had also been born with something extra as well, something that she hid in hopes to save her from ridicule. Horribly overwhelmed, she rushed out of the room sprinting back to her bedroom.

Breaking away from your Cintique, you can only register what you thought was genuine fear from Scootaloo. You never mentioned what exactly it was you were drawing, opting to draw more "appropriate" forms around her. Yet despite your discretion, you find that Scoots has taken more...lavish forms of revealing portions of herself. It started with the addition of her cock sock to her apparel, trying to be ever so subtle in having the sock in view. Occasionally, you started to notice her sitting in more revealing positions each time you were home, grinning with each glance at her that she saw. Over time this started to escalate, not that you really minded that. That is until she started sneaking peaks during what would be your personal moments.

The shower continues to run, water rushing through the pipes. Scootaloo quickly darts inside the bathroom, her back to the wall, watching attentively at your form casting a shadow against the curtain. Her hand moves to the twitching lavender sock she wore over her genitals, stroking the cotton bulge slowly, listening to the soothing resonance of the shower water colliding with your form. She becomes lost in the curves of your body, staring intently at the image cast by your own endowments. A few strands of drool ooze from her mouth as the tip of her sock darkens with her excitement. The mare slumps to the floor, her eyes not leaving your shadow. Another hand entraps her massive bulge in her pants, fondling her testicles endearingly as her taut panting increases under the refreshing steam filling the bathroom. Her relatively tiny feet kick against the bath rug in her excitement, trying to find purchase against her looming orgasm. Scootaloo's ministrations rapidly gaining speed as she sat watching you lather your body in soap, imagining how smooth your skin must feel.

Her cock surges, twitching as it fills outward, stretching her sock to damn near well bursting at the seams. Futaloo’s mouth opens as a breathless yelp penetrates the thick hazy caresses of the shower mist filling the room. Her mind races at how wrong it is for her to watch you like this, but she’s near powerless to stop herself from practically worshiping your body. Precum glimmers from her cock tip, her balls swelling under the increased pleasure, begging to be set free from their polyester prison. Scootaloo takes the remnants of her pants off, her balls surging as they rolled outward, practically filled with marecum just waiting to be released.

A faintly audible gasp lulls out of her maw, fairly certain that she can hear her seed churning in her cum pouch. Light grunts take the form of dense vapor contributing to the mild sauna temperatures stemming from the shower head. Beads of sweat trickle from the mare's brow, her chest heaving from her excitement. Her nipples hard from arousal, the young girl watches her breasts tremble in front of her. Penis surging with extreme arousal, rapidly reaching the precipice of her resistance. With a squeak, Scootaloo hits her limit, as cum rushes to her tip like a triggered gun, swelling through her urethra with a bang.

And just like that, the orange coated girl climaxes, sending litres of pent up seed flying at her face, neck and the wall behind her. Strands upon strands paint the young mare in gooey white seed, cascading down her orange fur giving her complexion a mottled look. Cum wallops onto her pertinent chest, letting it slide down her smooth tits. Lost in the foray of sexual passion, Scoots continues to climax until her ears perk up. The shower was no longer running. The orange furred girl quickly glances upward from her crotch to notice that you’re staring at her, hardon in plain sight, watching your roommate blow her load onto herself and the wall behind her, drawing an outline of the mare in sticky, musky seed.

Speechless, Scootaloo started to mumble. "Uh, um…"

With a meep, Futaloo darts out of the bathroom, leaving a thick cum trail in her wake as she rushes to her bedroom to clean up. Sighing, you move over to where the futafilly was very clearly enjoying herself and bring a finger up to the stained walls. Capturing several beads of her semen, you bring the musky fluid to your mouth, tasting Scootaloo’s quite virile liquids. In an instant, you’re overtaken by waves of hidden love wrapped in the sweetest flavors you’ve ever experienced in your lifetime. Her cum is a mere tribute to her feelings for you. You’re almost certain that it has a sort of magical element to it, revitalizing your body. It sends you reeling forward, tongue dangling from your lips as you lap up the remainder of your roommate’s delicious cum, savoring the rich semen on your tastebuds before swallowing it down.

If only she produced more, you think to yourself, rubbing your own erection as you clean up the mess left by the embarrassed mare. Her secret was known to you now. You had a feeling before, but now you could only think of the possibilities that were soon to be in store.

Author's Notes:

This is just an experiment in writing for the most part. I'll likely leave this on the backburner while I work on my other fics. I just felt like this concept was too good to not delve into.

This is an updated version from the story I wrote on my tumblr a couple days ago, so there might be a couple of tense issues. Further chapters should not have the tense problem.