Chapter 2: Scoots

This was perhaps the best idea ever.

Scootaloo woke up feeling righter than rain. After months of sleeping in rundown apartments, god awful dorm rooms and the occasional fling or sleepovers, the bed she had was like sleeping on a cloud.

She had a whole room all to herself. A whole freaking room. That was more than what she could asked for. For a moment she thought Filthy would just lump the three of them in one room for them to stay. But surprisingly enough the man felt generous to provide each of the CMC their own personal haunts.

The bed alone encompassed 1/3 of the room, while the other 2 was decked out with all of her belongings. It almost looked like she lived here her whole life.

There was a TV, computer, bookshelf, and other fancy looking furniture that would probably cost more than three months of her salary. How that stallion managed to afford such a setup was beyond her understanding.

Letting out a short yawn, the Pegasus made her way to the kitchen, hoping to grab breakfast before the others get up.

The house Filthy lived in was a modern day palace with 3 floors, and enough extensions to host all manners of goodies. It wasn’t as glamorous as his penthouse back in Canterlot but it definitely came in close 2^nd. It had a pool just a shy bit smaller than the one they had back in high school, but they had it all to themselves. It even had a mini bar at the corner, right next to a Jacuzzi tub. You could swim, relax, take a stroll and have a drink all in one area.

The garage was next of course. That place served as a berthing ground for a fleet of cars that each looked like they cost a small fortune. Each of them were granted 1 vehicle in which they could use for their leisure. Though gas wasn’t included in the deal. Still… being able to ride one of these monsters was like a dream come true. It’s no wonder why Diamond liked coming to school with one of them. They were pretty much a status symbol.

You drive in with one of those babies, and you’re guaranteed to earn the envy of others.

“Well well well. Looked what the cat dragged in. A whore.” Ah crap. Scoots recognized that voice. It wasn’t the most pleasant of mornings but it was understandable.

“Hello to you too, Diamond.” She gave a half-hearted reply before reaching to the cabinet. The place was stocked up with all manners of ingredients. So much so that even Apple Bloom would love to take a crack at the super-kitchen.

The only blot in this whole arrangement was having to deal with the super-annoying heiress who was the original residence of this place. The girl sat by the dining table, a bowl of cereal in front of her, her butt cheeks hanging low.

“I didn’t expect you to wake up this early.” Scoots retorted, deciding to go for small talk to fill in the silence. “Figured a lady like you would be in bed till noon.”

“A cultured lady like myself always wake up on time. I’m not some sloth who’ll waste away the day.”

“Does a cultured lady only wear a shirt and undies at home?”

Diamond flushed pulling the said shirt down to cover a little bit of her exposed belly. “Th… this is for my morning exercise. Besides… dad likes it. Not to mention it’s summer.”

So the guy has a thing for girls in sportswear. Typical men, but good to know. This might just be easier than she thought.

“Heh… this is going to be the easiest money I’ve ever made.”

“Don’t be so sure of yourself.” Diamond rolled her eyes. “This is my dad we’re talking about here. He’s nothing like the boys you’ve had in school. In fact, I’d even say that he might be a tad bit too much even for you. He has an array of kinks you wouldn’t even begin to imagine.”

“Oh please. I’ve done my share of banging. I think I know how to handle an old stallion. I once dated my old math teacher.”

“You mean you seduced him for an easy A.”

“Hey, if you got it… flaunt it.” Scoots grinned triumphantly. “Speaking of which, what’s with you banging your old man? Is that like… a thing you do?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant to you.”

“Just trying to make small talk. Does your mom know?”

“Well duh. Dad and I have a long and healthy relationship.” I don’t think that’s how relationships work. “Sometimes mom joins in on the fun. But she’s too busy having her business trip in Vanhoover to visit these days.”

Must be a rich pony thing then. Scootaloo didn’t bother to ask for more details.

“Don’t you use protection?”

“Well duh.” Diamond gestured to her horn. “Anti-pregnancy spells. It’s one of the first things we unicorns learn back in Canterlot. Saves us money on pills.” Ah… that’s right. Sweetie Belle mentioned they had something like back. Lucky bitch. Luckily for her Apple Bloom came through with a few of her own preventatives leftover from her last family orgy.

“Well… I’d better get going. Wouldn’t want to keep your old man waiting too long for his morning wakeup call. Mind makin some toast for me? Shouldn’t take longer than ten minutes.”

The heiress gave a mocking laugh in response. “Ten minutes? Please. I know my dad. And seeing you girls – I highly doubt you can ease him.”

“Maybe you just don’t have the skills.”

“I’ve had plenty of time to develop my skills, slut.” Diamond retorted. “Believe me. My daddy is on a whole’nother level compared to what sticks you’ve been dealing with. Why… I’d even wager you won’t be able to satisfy him at all.”

Oh… it’s on.

“Care to put your money where your mouth is, daddy’s girl?” Scootaloo challenged, raising one brow in mockery.

“Always.”

“Fine. I bet I can get your dad out of that room in less than fifteen minutes.”

“Ten minutes.” She countered. “You said so yourself. The loser eats off the ass of the winner.”

“Deal.”

Scootaloo giddily entered the master bedroom, believing herself already the victor of this wager.

The sun was just about peeking over the window, giving the room a good shine. And there, sleeping soundly in his bed was her prey.

The billionaire laid on what looked like a dozen pillows all looking just as fluffy as those she slept with earlier. He wore nothing but a thin unbuttoned shirt and long sleeping pajamas with bits symbol printed all over it. For someone who was richer than the royal family themselves, he looked rather vulnerable and innocent.

The stallion’s frame came into view a second later. His muscles were toned and sturdy. You can even see the six packs formed around his abdomen. It looked strong enough to crack a walnut. Maybe even her own skull if need be.

That wouldn’t be so bad.

She brushed the hot bod out of her mind and decided to get to work. Men like him often liked it whenever they get a morning wood wakeup call. Slowly but surely the Pegasus slid under the blanket smelling the faint hint of his sweat soaked within the fabric. It was strong and distinctive – like an expensive cologne.

She found the tip of his pants a few moments later and gently pulled them down along with his underwear revealing his mighty rod for the world to see. The smell alone filled her muzzle with his essence, permeating what little air she could breathe. It was strong, heavy and thick – the odor of a real breeding stallion.

Perhaps there was some truth to what Diamond Tiara said earlier. This was nothing compared to the dicks she had back in school or the teachers she dated. This thing was a fat fucker compared to the sticks she played with. How in the world did Diamond get this through to her?

Speaking of which, Scoots was reminded that this thing was inside Diamond Tiara not long ago. Her juice, cum, and spit probably coated this thing from tip to shaft, marking it as hers.

That actually sounds kinda hot.

The girl was so lost in her gaze that she didn’t even realize that she had been inhaling its musky scent for a while now. It went straight to her nostrils, reaching her brain, sending a wave of electricity down her spine.

This was definitely no ordinary dick. No. This thing must’ve gone through dozens if not hundreds of mares to have grown this big. Kind of makes you wonder what kind of a stallion Filthy was before he became a billionaire.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Scootaloo got to work. She reached out for the meat rod feeling it pulse to her touch. Her tongue traced upward from the nuts giving it that much needed coating. She needed to ease it before she went for the real thing.

The smell grew stronger as she went to town on his crotch making her feel slightly nauseous. It tasted like candy, the juicy kind, with flavor that made you crave for more.

Scootaloo pushed her muzzle forward getting somewhat addicted to that musk. Filthy’s cock grew larger still, bulging and pulsing like it was alive. She cradled it gently within her hands, caressing the shaft and working her way to pump the bountiful liquid inside.

Not wanting to wait any longer, she moved to the main course and swallowed it in. The sheer size alone was too much for her mouth as she could barely even get through half. You’d have to deepthroat this baby all the way in to her lungs just to fit them all.

But she didn’t care. The smell grew even stronger now. The cock practically oozed everything out as if it was reacting to her head and hands. The musk now went straight to her nose, flooding every senses in her body.

She went on with the morning wood. Licking and swallowing like she had done this a thousand times before. And she probably did. Scootaloo played mistress a dozen times over with a few other boys back in the dorm. Though none of them were really a match for this.

By Celestia, how do men walk with these things dangling over their lower half?

Finally getting comfortable, the sports pony quickened her pace. She could taste some of that pre cum dripping from the tip. It had a very particular taste. Salty and thick. Just the way she liked it.

It all came to a halt though when she felt a hand brushing through her hair. The blankets lifted revealing Filthy’s perverted face with a little sun on the side. She turned up to meet his smiling gaze, his image partially covered by the cock in front of her.

“Mornin.” Scootaloo muttered as she pulled her mouth out to speak.

“Well good morning to you too darlin.” Filthy responded, his hand combing through her hair to get a better look of her sucking face. “Now this is a promising start. I’m beginning to think this deal came in cheap.” No shit. You got the deluxe package here buster. You get three of the hottest college mares in all of Equestria living in your house for the low-low price of an expensive hotel. You should feel honored. “A little more now. I think I’m reaching my limit.”

That’s pretty much the point, old timer. She hastened her pumping hands around the shaft and pushed her mouth in deeper trying to get as much of his tasty dick around her throat. The stallion gave an assist, putting his hand over her head and push.

The fucking dick was beginning to feel like a jawbreaker, widening her mouth even further than it had ever gone. And finally it all ended when the blood thing reverberated inside.

The amount alone was enough to choke her. She had to pull away or risk suffocating in cum. There goes breakfast. She droned on as the white spunk splatter all over her face and body, marking her in his fluid, the smell filling the room.

There was a distinctive taste in it. Thick, creamy and heavy flavor – kind of like chowder but tastier. Filthy’s filthy cock continued to pour like a fountain which she quickly tried to gulp in like a hungry maw. She felt it tremble in her hands as each throb threw a torrent of that delicious drink into her lips.

It lasted a while, and Scootaloo was sure she had a whole bucket’s worth go down her stomach. Damn. That was a lot more than she expected. She was totally wrong on this. Boys of her age could barely fill a cup, much less a bottle. This billionaire on the other hand was on a whole’nother level. She traced a finger down her breast where some cum stained her shirt and dripped it over her tongue. Guys often liked that.

It wasn’t long before she turned her gaze back to him, noticing a wild and menacing grin creeping up his face. His cock whack the side of her cheeks, rubbing what little stain it had on her face. There was not a doubt in her mind that he was up to something.

And she wasn’t wrong on that thought because before she even had a chance to wipe off what was left of the sperm off her hair, Filthy grabbed her up her threw her to his side of the bed with him on top.

“Whoa… well someone’s eager.”

“Can you blame me?” He teased. She couldn’t really. An old man like him digging down a charming college hottie like her was probably a dream come true. “It’s not every day I get to savor a good piece of meat.” His movement was quick and proficient with his hands around her panties like he had done this many times before. Within seconds they were off and her neatly shaven cunt was exposed. “Speaking of eager. Looks like someone’s looking forward to this too.”

Ugh… her cunt was wet, wasn’t it? The odor and smell must’ve really kicked her sexual instincts and she was now wetter than a waterfall in spring. Damn hormones.

“What can I say? It’s been a while.” She shrugged, not at all bothered by this.

“I guess I know what I’ll be having for breakfast.” A little old school but pretty good for a man his age.

Scootaloo didn’t resist. It’s not like she could anyway. The man’s size was twice if not three times her own and he could easily flatten her with his weight. There’d be no point in trying.

But the good thing about being at the bottom was that other guy gets to do all the work. All she needed to do was lay down and hold on. Kind of like being in a rollercoaster ride.

Filthy didn’t wait as he towered over her, his manhood throbbing and standing at attention like it was ready for round two. His cockhead aimed directly into her pussy, and with one trained thrust, it entered, splitting Scootaloo all the way inside. The Pegasus felt his meaty rod go deep. Even deeper than she thought possible. She let out a gracious moan, feeling pleasure shoot up from her spine all the way to her brain.

S… something wasn’t right. She had boys that could split her in two, maybe even more.

But this was different somehow. This was… a mature cock. It had been trained through ages, forged to split mares apart. It was so huge that she could see a bit of its shape bulging on her stomach.

That was new.

“First time getting the shock?”

She turned away, brushing his advances off. “It’s fine. I’ve… I’ve had better.”

“Oh~~ I might take that as a challenge.”

He began to move, only slowly at first. Each thrust came to her like a jackhammer pounding her insides, rearranging her organs from top to bottom. Every motion slowly but surely began to make her feel… horny.

Filthy had game. He knew it and he knew how to play it well. He was testing her, seeing her reaction turn to his favor. Diamond was right, this stallion had some kinks. Rather twisted ones too. How does that bitch able to take this rod every waking morning?

She never really got to ponder on the thought when Filthy decided to interrupt quickening his pace. He grabbed her by the waist and pushed his dick deeper still, reaching the very back of her womb. His pacing was downright stimulant. Every motion, every thrust was carefully calculated and barbarically executed with impunity. He lifted her up finding the perfect angle in which he could hit every walls in her cunt.

Scootaloo tried to cover her face, but he grabbed her hands and removed them exposing her panting expression for him to see. For Celestia’s sake, she must look like a complete slut right about now.

She saw the stallion’s face turn a wild grin. He was loving every moment of this.

The girl turned around hoping to keep her face away from him, but she’d later regret it as it exposed her petite wings for pervert. He reached out and grab the bones, sending another wave of electricity down her spine. Her body had become super sensitive now that she was getting into the mood. Every touch was beginning to send waves of pleasure throughout her body. Every the bed sheets fizzled with electricity.

“Oh now this brings back memories.” Filthy laughed as he slowed his pace, leaning in to whisper. “You know. You kind of remind me of your mother with that expression of yours.”

Scoots mind came back as the words echoed. “Wh… what? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t want to say much, but you look a lot like your mother.” He smiled longingly. “Why she pretty much did the same thing when I was doing her back in my days.”

“Wh… what? No.”

“It’s true. Mane Allgood and I were friends back in our school days. Though she and her folks didn’t exactly get along.” It was true. Mom did say that she had a rough times with her parents. They didn’t exactly support her in her career path in Shire Lanka and it would often lead to fights and bickering. “As a matter of fact… she ran away from home this one time with nothing but the clothes on her back and a few bits to her name. The poor girl had no place to go so she came to me for a place to stay. And after a little drink here, and a little whining… well… I think you can figure out the rest.”

“N… no.” Scootaloo whimpered. “That’s not true. You’re lying.”

“You can ask her yourself.” He shrugged back, hastening his pace again. “In fact… if I remember correctly, she had a weak spot right about… here.”

…!

Fffffffffffffuuuc…

Scootaloo felt a scream coming through but it turned to a moan instead. Filthy reached out to her tail and yanked it so hard she felt like it was going to come off. But there was something else. Her whole body lifted upward spasming to the sudden pull. How did she not know of this? She never knew she could feel this good with a simple pull of her tail.

“Just like your mother.” Filthy cooed softly into her ears which sent another shiver down her body. He yanked it again and a third time, each feeling even better than the last.

She must’ve cum with each pull, because her brain could barely function at this point. The words she had in her head was turning to slurs and drools.

She sagged down to the pillow, deciding that it was pointless to hold on. Filthy must’ve noticed it because he hastened once more, his dick again swelling and growing inside her stomach. It was coming now, she could feel it. The bed shook as flesh slapped together repeatedly.

And came he did.

Filthy grunted as he pinned her down, holding both her hands as his baby making milk poured gallons into her body. She felt like she was completely at his mercy. There was nothing that could stop him. Nothing that could prevent him from going until other than the complete drainage of his balls.

But there was just so much of it. The gunk continued to pour like a hose that broke. She could feel them swimming inside of her pouring continuously until every hall was filled to the brim.

The stallion would pull out a moment later, his gunk spilling to her back, marking her wings with his spunk.

Filthy again leaned in to whisper. “That was entertaining. I can’t wait to have all three of you at once.”

Oh thank Celestia. It was over. Maybe now she can have breakfast. Perhaps after a quick bath and a nap…

“Whoa now. Don’t be sleeping in on me. It’s only morning.” Filthy smacked her ass waking her from her stupor.

“But I’m spent.”

“You are. But I’m not.” And true to his words, his cock rose up once again, resurrecting from its wiggly state.

How? How is that possible? That thing just hosed her front, back and insides. There was so much of it that her pussy was practically leaking the stuff. No stallion was that virile. Especially a business pony like him.

“Come along now. The sun’s just coming up.” He didn’t bother hearing her protest as he pulled her out of bed carrying her and pushing her to the walls. Her legs were pulled up as he inserted himself a second time.

Scootaloo lost track of times afterward. They’d do again and again, moving from the bed, to the shower, to the couch, and walls. Filthy didn’t lose his touch or his rhythm. And honestly he did most of the work. She was just lucky to hold on.

By the time she’d get to wiggle out of the door, three hours would’ve gone by.

And standing there waiting for her was Diamond Tiara with a huge shit eating grin.

Fuck me…

Who do you want next?