Premise: a) You’re a new swimming coach to Ponyville. b) Your house is fucking huge so you have a giant ass swimming pool and can coach for other ponies since you have that pool. Celestia’s sun was baking the earth. You were looking out your sliding door at your swimming pool, contemplating a proper swim once the skies clouded up a bit. Of course, the nearby lakes needed to evaporate a little to make the clouds, so really, there is a lot of time in between to do other stuff. Having moved to Ponyville from Canterlot to seek a simpler life, everything’s been coming up aces. Your desk job, now becoming a remote job, was more than enough work for you to handle while in the big city. But living in Canterlot was always a hectic life, as all big cities were. You were grateful that you could still work your job while being someplace else. It was mostly on-call at this point, but it didn’t matter. Your job was easy, just a bit of automation here and there, child’s play for a unicorn really. Your abode was just shy of being a manor. Investing in real estate, you justified, but really, you just enjoyed the privacy of having a huge place to yourself. It wasn’t that you hated interacting with others, but you just needed to hide away for a bit after dealing with other ponies. It gets a little overwhelming when meeting new faces, especially when it was your first time in Ponyville. Pinkie sure knew how to bring out the welcoming committee. Sipping from your mug of coffee, you chilled on the sofa while reading the newspaper. Nothing really stood out in terms of news. Ponyville was relatively peaceful and didn’t have much happening. Such is the bliss of a small town. The most exciting thing would be the monthly arrival of “drinks” (read: alcohol) that would be handed out to almost every tavern and market in Ponyville. Your eyes absent-mindedly skimmed through the employment ads. One ad stuck out, probably because it was related to your thoughts about swimming this late afternoon. “Trying to learn how to swim! Looking for a coach who can help us Crusaders be the best! Contact us through ponygraph or by letter!” The ad read. At the bottom of the ad was the logo that you assumed the Crusaders wore. You racked your brain for a little bit, trying to find out who the Crusaders were. You sighed when you remembered. A trio of fillies who were somewhat misfits, or troublemakers, in Ponyville. You narrowly avoided getting run over by the orange one’s scooter when you were carrying home your groceries. The three were a wild bunch, that was for sure, and you seemed to recall them calling themselves the Crusaders, usually as a prefix/suffix. Given how much free time you had from your remote job, you thought about it. What did you have to gain already that you didn’t have anyway? You had a nice house surrounded by a good amount of land, with the olympic size swimming pool being a massive bonus. Heck, you haven’t even invited your friends over from Canterlot since you moved in. They should be the ones to test run your new pool. Or maybe not. You downed the rest of your coffee. There really isn’t any reason to have to take this job, moreso from the Crusaders of all ponies, so you wrote it off as unnecessary. You opened the sliding door and stepped outside. It wasn’t blisteringly hot as it was a moment ago. Cloud coverage had indeed come in. The Cloud Factory crew were quick on their toes. Taking off your shirt and throwing it onto a chaise lounge, you breathed in the fresh, clean air. It was as crisp as fresh air could be. You ease yourself into the swimming pool, the water slightly cooler than the air around it. Opting to float on your back, a great cloudy sky presents itself to you. No way you’d be getting any of this in Canterlot. The closest you could get to this was in the bathtub, where your ceiling height windows looked over the city. A sigh of release escapes you, the tranquillity of your own sphere of peace, undisturbed by th- “Hey mister!” shouted a voice atop one of the perimeter walls. Caught off guard, you almost instinctively flipped yourself over. You caught yourself before any of the water could get into your nostrils. What a nightmare that’d be. Some did get in your ear however. You steadied yourself, grounding your feet to the bottom of the pool before looking at the source of the voice. Over the top of one of the walls, exactly opposite your sliding door, peeked out an orange head, amidst her mane of purple. She was grinning at you, but most likely she was grinning at the pool. You could see the water shimmering in the reflection of her big, purple eyes. You were gobsmacked. The privacy of your home has just been invaded. Of course, it wasn’t that bad, but you were surprised that somepony stumbled upon it. And then you recognized the girl. She was the one that nearly ran you over with her scooter the other day. Bygones being bygones, you’ve already let that incident go. Before you realized why she was here however, she spoke out. “Sweet pool you’ve got! Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have read the papers today did you?” Oh no, she was indeed part of the Crusaders. Alright, maybe the scooter thing was a one-off. Maybe they’re all actually nice. But then… to be fair, you were thinking about responding to that job advert in the first place. Maybe this’ll just speed up the process. No need to ponygraph or write letters. “Yeah…?” You hesitated. “Were you the one who put the swimming ad in?” you asked, despite knowing it’s a yes. “Yeah!” She cheered back. “Listen, the other Crusaders and I are going to be the best swimmers ever, and you’re gonna teach us!.” “Woah woah woah, settle down. I didn’t sign up for any of this, at least let me breathe a little.” Your earlier sigh of release came back as a sigh of defeat. Barely even five minutes into your dip and you already have to climb out. Frustrated a little, yes, but you let it go. The late afternoon was still young. You towelled yourself dry (over your swimming trunks) and sat down on one of the lounges. “Can I continue?” She called out. You immediately buried your face in your hands. Man, she sure is pushy. Looking up, you forced a nod. “Alright, let me hear it.” “Ok! So…” she pulled herself up further and sat on the wall. “The other Crusaders and I need to be the best at swimming because there’s a competition coming up soon! And uh… we put in an ad because there really aren't that many swimming places in Ponyville. Except for that one lake, I suppose…” she trailed off. You nodded, “See, there’s another place you three could swim.” “Yeah but! We want to be the best in private! So like, no one’s going to know how good we can swim until they see us absolutely blow the competition out of the water! I mean, I’m sure you have some idea of how great that feels.” You mused, “I suppose.” To be fair, you got the remote job because they knew you could do your best job literally anywhere. And she’s right, the best feeling of success is when you put your doubters down. They’ll never see it coming, and you will want to send them reeling from shock. Silence filled the air between the two of you as you stared back at her, to which she returned the stare, as if expecting you to definitely take her offer. You hated to beat around the bush so, with a heavy sigh, you nodded. “Fine.” The look on her face would have sent Pinkie running for her money. If you thought she was hyper with her questions before this, her doing a backflip back onto the wall sealed the deal of how energetic this filly was. “The rest of the girls are going to love this news!” “Okay wait, why are you out here by yourself, without the rest of the crusaders?” You had to ask. There was no way she could have been allowed all the way on the outskirts of the town by herself right? Surely not. “I like exploring, simple as that. And besides, I needed to be proactive! Look for the coach! Like who knows, if I didn’t find you, I could have found someone else who could also coach the rest of us!” Ah, alright. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Gotcha. Of course, it wasn’t all doom and gloom anyway. The entire interaction took less than ten minutes. Ten minutes? Maybe you really were jumping the gun here. Ah well, it doesn't matter. At the very least, she would leave you alone and you can continue your peaceful, uninterrupted swim. Fast forward to half an hour into your swim, you heard the voice again. You let out a sigh so deep, it was testing the lower limits of a bass voice. This time, there was a lot less hesitation in her voice. Before you knew it, she threw her clothes over the wall onto another lounge chair, climbed atop the wall, and was priming herself for a cannonball. The filly wore a simple, modest, light blue bikini. You could have sworn that the colour would match Rainbow Dash’s colour, but maybe you were thinking too deep into this. You braced for impact as her cannonball sent ripples of big waves in all directions. The splash itself was enough to make you recoil and cover your eyes. Her head resurfaced quickly, with her sighing in relief like you were prior. “Man, it must feel good having a swimming pool all to yourself out here.” You would have nodded, but you were sure that she knew you knew that. She knew how to float at the very least. The fundamental bit of swimming is already solving itself out. She took several deep breaths before looking over to you. Your arms crossed, you took note of how small she was. To be fair, the whole of the Cutie Mark Crusaders were still fillies, so it was to be expected. She had to be about three quarters your height, or thereabout. “My name is Scootaloo by the way, or just call me Scoots, whichever floats your boat.” she said. You didn’t recall ever asking her name, but you played nice and replied your own. Instead of starting swimming immediately, Scoots started asking about your life and what you do. At the same time, she’d talk about herself and what she does as well. You guess she’s a social pony, at least, based on how she stumbled upon your place without any signage or whatever to indicate where your home was. At least she wasn’t as hyper now as she was just now. So the questions and answering went back and forth, the main topic sticking around being that the Crusaders really wanted to be the best swimmers out there. You suggested that Scootaloo can do that easily, given how hydrodynamic she was, if her scootering was anything to go by. You noticed a minor detail however, “Wait, where’s the rest of the CMC?” She hesitated a moment and looked away. “I kinda… want to be ahead of them as well. At least I’ll be able to guide them if they need help!” You could see how nervous with her fidgeting. “And besides, I only know how to float, if I don’t get the basics down, I might look like a fool in front of them!” Fair point. Such insecurities reminded you of when you were younger. Ah the bad old times. You’ll do your best to make sure this doesn’t happen to her. Nodding with determination, you instruct her on how to control her breathing while in the water. “Slow breaths in…out…” very delicate, meticulous instructions, making sure everything is clear as day for someone who wants to start out. Even though she’s floating now, really, anyone can just float. The main idea was breathing; it needed to have just the right technique to really float correctly. You watched as she steadied her breathing, closing her eyes, one breath, two breaths at a time. “Do you feel your lungs properly emptying out and filling up now with each breath?” you asked, exactly how you were asked the same question many years ago. Scoots nodded, her form more relaxed and in an almost Zen-like state. “Sure works well.” “Alright, do you know how to do the back float?” She nodded, albeit with a little hesitation. “So is that a yes or…?” She sighed, “Sometimes yes, most times no. I think it might be the breathing, so maybe we can try it out.” “Sounds like a good plan.” No better way to learn than doing it practically. Taking a deep breath, the filly stretched her arms out and kicked herself upwards in an attempt to back float. Initially, she was floating for that brief moment. She started to sink a little when breathing out. Taken by surprise, she started to lose her buoyancy as her entire posture went wrong. You reached out both arms to support her floating. “Now, take it easy. You can still recover. Try again, I’ll let go once you breathe out.” One of your arms supported her upper back, and the other arm supported right above the tail. She steadied her breathing once more. You can feel her form becoming more in tune with the water. She gave you a nod, to which you slowly lowered your arms and let her float. She had it down right, on her second attempt too. Floating on her back, you could hear the deep breaths she was taking. She was trying to hide a smile but you say it clearly. You had the same expression as well when you started out. “Attagirl.” “Shut up, let me have my moment.” Fair enough. Once she was done with her back float, she went back to her usual standing posture, her feet touching the bottom. “Alright coach, what next?” “Okay you’ve done the back float, how ‘bout a front float?” She nodded, but this time it was with confidence. “Now that, I can do easily.” “Let me see it.” She raised her arms in the water, while kicking herself upwards. Her arms spread out like her wings and her legs spread out as well, making for a complete spread while she floated. You nodded, she’s already got the basics down. You noticed how tightly her bikini bottom was clinging to her butt, out of nowhere. Just randomly caught your attention. The shine of the now-evening sun against its rubber material (search up what bikinis are made from) made her ass look like it was glazed. You shook yourself free of the image. Stop, you came from Canterlot, you’re too posh for this. That and the fact that I’m training a filly, alone, on a huge compound. You regained your posture in time for Scootaloo to complete her front float. She beamed, a smile so shiny it reminded you of her glazed bottom once more. Now it was your turn to control your breathing, as you felt blood start to rush to another part of your body. There was now a tent slowly pitching your swimming trunks up. At least your breathing was slowly calming you down. “Alright, are you familiar with the doggy paddle?” “Listen mister, let me tell you something. I’m not familiar with anything other than the floats. You’re gonna need to show me.” She shrugged. “A visual learning kind of thing.” You nodded. The perfect escape. She won’t see your tent, and will be watching you swim, and you get to do some exercise while evening out your blood circulation. Donning your goggles, you had your back to one side of the pool’s walls, and propelled yourself forward. Your arms straight, you clawed at the water, paddling every even stroke, and your legs doing its up and down movement as the propellant. Scoots had her back against one of the walls as well, watching attentively at your movements as you made the paddle look easy. A couple laps back and forth later, you eased to a stop in front of her, taking off your goggles. “Did you catch any of that?” you asked, hopeful that this was within her grasp. It’s foal’s play really. “Yeah, I guess…? It’s easier to watch, but it’ll be harder in practice though.” Nodding, you knew it’d be too good to be true to catch it on the first lesson. So you showed her once again, but slowly. The arms out, how the legs should be kicking, and being able to surface easily to catch some air. “I think I’ve got the gist of it now!’ Excited as expected of her now. “Let’s take it slow first. Before you propel yourself forward like I did just now, let’s see if you’ve actually gotten it right.” She let out a hyperbolic exasperated sigh. No doubt she’s rearing to go, but she has to have it down again. Wouldn’t want her to panic in the pool like just now. You stretched your arms out for Scoots to lay her onto, you providing support as she tries the splish splashing of the forward movement and the paddling with her hands. You felt her muscles tense and relaxed throughout her figure. She really was doing her best to be the very best. Her top was brushing against your forearm as she did so. You felt her newly blossoming buds, soft and gentle, slowly harden up after a few moments of support. Was she…also feeling what you were feeling? Surely not, she’s still so young. It would be weird to even think that she would have knowledge on that specific matter. “Alright, I’m ready to blast off!” she declared, not too soon after you felt her stiffs against you. “Make me proud.” you huffed, giving her a small head pat. She wasn’t sure how to respond to the pat, but she was nodding vigorously with your statement. As excited as she was, Scoots took deep breaths, making sure to calm her nerves, and feel aware of her circulation. She reared herself up, and kicked against the wall. Immediately, she was off to the races. Her paddling was elegant, soft, but at the same time, firm. Her legs, however, weren’t as graceful. It was as if she were thrashing against a monster of some sort, with each rise and fall having a strong ripple and splash in its wake. Because it was her first doggy paddle, however, you let it slide. You’ll just advise her on how to improve on that factor. You had your mind already set on something else entirely however. With every flex of Scoot’s body, there was a certain accentuation of her curves. As she swam, her ass seemed to struggle against her bikini bottom. Your eyes drank up the sight like water. That and the fact you had managed to feel her flat chest perk up against your forearm before you took off, your tent now resurfacing with a vengeance. As Scootaloo finished her first lap and was already coming right back at you, you knew you had to hide getting hard in front of a filly. There will be questions now, and there will be questions later if something comes of this. You played it off cool, the refraction of light hopefully hiding your junk properly. It certainly helped that it was cloudy, with the evening sky poking through whatever cracks they could find. The filly tapped the end of the pool with a free hand. She brought herself to a stand, breathless from her first successful doggy paddle. Shaking herself dry, her wet mane whipped not dissimilar to a wet dog. You thought it was cute. “Woo!” She chirped, evidently proud of what she’s accomplished. Stretching out, including her wings, you managed to catch a glimpse of how hard her nipples were against her top. The evening sky had cooled the swimming pool a bit, so it made sense. Still, you could feel your heart beating hard at the sight. Is Scootaloo just oblivious? Before you got to the end of that thought, Scootaloo asked, “Hey, Mister…are you alright?” She waved her hand across your vision. Snapping out of it, a meek “Yes, I’m all good” was the response. “Are you sure?” She asked again. Oh no, is something obviously standing out to her? Well, to be fair, there was something that’s definitely standing at the moment. Playing it cool, you replied with, “Wait, why do you ask?” If you thought you were hard at that point, what she next turned you to diamonds. “I don’t know…you definitely weren’t poking up like right now. Is something wrong or is it something about your swimming trunks?” She asked. The evening sun reflected the innocence in her eyes. She was indeed oblivious. You had control over your urges, but with every passing moment, the intrusive thoughts of her sun-glazed ass, her perky nipples through her top, the curvature of her entire form; it was driving you nuts. You were throbbing against your swim trunks. You’d be a fool to think you could hide something that obvious. But she was a filly, there’s no way you’ll be able to live this down. Well, technically you could… Lust started to flood your mind as you eyed up the filly in front of you. Maybe her obliviousness is a blessing in disguise? You pondered, but you knew you had to respond quickly. “Yeah, I’m all good. I’m as excited as you are that you managed so well on your first try, that’s all.” She squee’d in joy, immediately forgetting about your stiffy. Thank Celestia for that. She immediately went in for a hug, perhaps out of thankfulness, but you reciprocated all the same. She felt warm, moreso with the evening chill rolling in, and thus her perking was way more obvious. They poked out against your chest as she embraced you. Not only that, your hard-on was also trapped between the two of you. You could feel the throbbing as the prospect of a young filly being unaware was starting to prove too much a temptation. Scoots must have felt the throbbing too, since she slowly broke the embrace and looked down. There was never a world where you could hide it any longer. You could read confusion on her face as she tried to understand what was happening. Going big or going home, your instincts took over. You tugged on the waistband of your swimming trunks, freeing your horsecock from its confines. Scoots was stunned, you could tell by the sound of her sharp inhale. This was definitely not what she signed up for. And yet…the Tomboy reached a hand down slowly to give it a touch. It wasn’t much, but you felt her dainty little fingers grasp the crown of your penis. It throbbed again in her grasp, to which she let go for a moment. Now that it was free, it was pressing against her abdomen. The warmth of another form against it was close to making you bust. She barely moved a muscle, with her breathing suddenly growing more excited. The near cover of approaching dusk made it feel so much more illegal. Scootaloo was definitely seeing a hard-on for the first time. You lowered your erection down, making sure it slid between her thighs. You shouldn’t jump into the main event immediately. This being Scootaloo’s first time, maybe showing her the fun it entails would be a better lesson than the swimming today. She bit her lip as you slid all the way to the base between her thighs. You pulled her closer, giving her mane a whiff. She smelled wonderful. A mix of mother nature’s wonders and the determination of somepony hungry for success. She certainly looked hungry for something alright. She returned the hug, her soft arms around your back as you drove yourself in and out of her thigh gap. Scoots was starting to moan a little as your shaft and medial ring bumped along her pussy, still safely covered by her bikini bottom. The water made it that much easier to do this thighjob. Your senses were a volcano of mixed emotions. It felt so wrong, yet…so good. You almost had a carnal desire to take her right then and there, with the faint traces of your conscience barely able to hold you back. For a filly, her legs and thighs were well toned. Definitely not what you expected, but were not surprised, given how athletic she seemed. Scoots was subconsciously clenching on your erection as you pistoned in and out. The squeezing only compounded thigh tightness, so much so it was getting harder to not nut immediately. But you had to keep going into it. Euphoria ran through the both of you as Scoots, still foreign to this concept, had escalated to more ragged, breathless moans. The two of you were going hard at it, so much so you could feel her bottom strings start to loosen. Without thinking, you tugged on the strings to remove it completely. In doing so, Scootaloo looked up at you. There was a different twinkle in her eyes, her face red in response to this sudden situation, but there was never any indication that she wanted it to stop. If anything, her reaching up to you for a kiss kept you going harder and faster, until you had no more willpower to hold back. You slid your horsecock back just enough for Scoots to give it a vice like grip, no longer allowing you to progress forward. Such a force on the crown threw you over the edge as you started cumming hard into her thighs. You knew for sure some of that cum would be ejected upwards into her pussy, but you couldn’t stop. You grasped her firm buttocks in place, letting her athletic hold empty you out. Already the cum was starting to run like rivers down her inner thighs. You hadn’t bust a nut in so long that, instead of immediately being washed away into nothingness by the pool, your thick, hot semen clung onto her thighs. You weren’t the only one to orgasm however, as Scoots had her first squirt out into the pool. She leaned so hard into the kiss that she was arching forward, allowing you to see, through the mists of lust, her pussy ejaculate into the pool. Man, was she cumming hard. The two of you broke the kiss as the synchronized orgasmic highs came to an end. Her thighs and pussy were thoroughly messed up by spunk. Your grasp on her ass earlier had caught some of your semen burst. Scoots watched as you brought your semen coated fingers out in front of her, only for her to instinctively, as if she’s done this multiple times before, reach out to your fingers, and licking them clean. If you thought you had any idea how the CMC were before this, this entirely new side turned that perception upside down. You finally pulled out from between her thighs, the meat still throbbing in excitement despite emptying what felt like a month’s load of cum into her thighs. Scoots straightened up a little and spread her thighs a little, checking the aftermath. Not a lot of it got into her pussy, if that were possible, but seeing it smeared onto it was almost exciting enough to get you going again. That too had started to ooze down. You ruffled her hair, about to apologise, before Scoots cut back with, “That felt awesome!” At a loss for words, all you could do was chuckle, before handing her back her bottom. She looked at it for a moment, before turning it down. “I think…I won’t be needing that if we’re going to continue our swims. But let’s make it fair, you need to take yours off too!” Her suggestion was a dangerous one, that was for sure. If she stumbled upon your hidden abode, who’s to say other ponies won’t either? Still though… skinny dipping swim lessons do sound like fun. As if to sweeten the deal further, she took her top off as well. Describing your erection as diamond cutting was an understatement. Her stiff, budding nipples were beautiful. Egged on by your reaction, she giggled and pressed her flat chest against yours, once again sandwiching your sticky horsecock between the both of you. It was halfway up her torso, the crown of your erection resting right below where her cleavage would soon develop. “It seems like you’re ready to feel awesome again, eh coach?” She gave you a teasing wink. There was no way she’s ready for round 2, teasing you with her flat chest like this. Her eyes might as well have hearts in them with how flirtatious she was suddenly acting. You grinded against her flat chest, the smothering warmth of her little form enveloping your erection. Something about the lack of an ample bosom against your cock felt naughty. By the flushed look on Scootaloo’s face, you can tell that she felt the same way as well. But that didn’t stop her from leaning down and giving your crown a little lick. Met with a welcoming throb, she began fellating you almost expertly. You may have just opened Pandora’s Box, but hell, in for a penny in for a pound. You pushed the tip into the filly’s mouth, taking her by surprise. Shifting her gaze back into your eyes, she managed a small nod, to which you pulled back and started slowly pistoning into her maw. The feeling of wet, warm heat engulfing your dick was certainly foreign to you up to this point. It felt incredible. Just like her thighs earlier, this was almost too much for you to take, but you held on as best as you can. She was gobbling it up pretty well too, all things considered. You played with her stiff nipples while ploughing into her, making her shudder with every flick and pinch, indirectly making her squeeze you much tighter. The best kind of feedback loop.She reached down, running her fingers along her sticky marehood, her residual wetness from earlier taken as a sign that she was touching the right place. Inquisitively, she stuck a finger in, met immediately with a shock through her young form. One finger soon gave way to two, then three, as she started pistoning herself in rhythm with your stallionhood. You tried your best to pace yourself, but your senses were getting completely smothered. Scootaloo was drooling all over your cock, and you could tell that she wanted more from the way she looked up at you. Fighting the urge to give her the biggest protein shot in her life, you slowed down. Scoots noticed and furrowed her eyebrows at you, but only for a brief moment as you gave her a soft pat on the cheek. Scootaloo likewise slowed down her jilling off. Pheromones were a mist in the air, given how horny you two were. You pulled out of her mouth, easing it back between the two of you. You gave her another kiss on her lips, to which she played along and leaned into it. Scootaloo sure was a beautiful filly, the dawning night and lights from inside your abode reflecting her purple eyes. Breaking away, you reached beneath the water to around her knees, and scooped her out of the pool. You were going to have her tonight, you decided, given everything that’s transcended so quickly. She didn’t fight back, instead giggling flirtatiously. She could feel the tip of your horsecock poking into her back while bringing her into your house. Shutting the sliding door behind, you turned your attention to the filly, who had her legs splayed open on your sofa, showing you the goods that she was paying attention to earlier. You pushed her into the sofa, her form all laid back, and kissed her again, the taste of her mouth your new addiction. At the same time, you grinded your stallionhood against her marehood. The crown could barely fit, and slid off onto her abdomen for a few tries. She must have been a little ticklish, as she spasmed lightly from your grinds and moaned into your mouth. By the time you had loosened her enough with the grinds, she was already sopping wet. You broke the kiss and lined up your head. She looked down in anticipation, knowing that your cock was way bigger than her fingers were. You stretched her cunny with your fingers first, before slowly sliding into her. She was tight as all hell, and revelling in the pleasure she was experiencing first-hand. You could only slide as much as your medial ring, as you were, indeed, too big for her. Of course you were, she’s a filly. Nonetheless, the warmth and tightness now enveloping your horsecock was short-circuiting your mind with pleasure. All sorts of hormones were flowing through your brain as you slid back out. Her pussy was gripping on you so hard, it was as if she didn’t want you to leave. Leave you did, however, but only briefly as you slid right back into her. This second thrust was a bit more solid, as the sofa moved a little from your exertion into her. She was clutching at the duvet as you began railing into her, short “Ah!”s and “Unf!”s elicited. Your fingers went back to playing with her flat chest, her nipples as perky as ever, and also adding to the arousal fuel burning through the both of you. Scoots was starting to drool a bit from the spiral of pleasure she was going through. The both of you were working up a sweat throughout the intercourse, further fueling the pheromones in the air. Scoots was trying her best to loosen up with each thrust, but the vice-like grip of her vagina was fighting back hard. If you were to cum now, there’d be no way you’d be able to pull out of her. Not that you’d need to anyway, considering how young the filly was. Heck, you could probably keep blasting into her as often as possible while doing the coaching job. Sounds like a dream. You get paid for your remote work, you get paid as a coach, and the filly gets to be the very best that she wants. Win-win-win. Your hands moved from her chest and nipples down to her hips, as you pulled her into each piston of your shaft. Bombs of oxytocin were going off in your head, trying to coax you into busting right here, right now. It took a herculean effort to progress further into railing the filly of as long as you could manage. Your hands could feel the slight bulge in her abdomen with each of your thrust, effectively mashing her cervix with each plough. Her eyes were rolled up in absolute pleasure. You leaned in and gave her a final kiss on the lips as you were about to climax. Given the frequency of her clenches, you surmised that she was close too. She moaned into the kiss, her eyes with hearts, as you plunged yourself one last time into her. The orgasmic rush overwhelmed the both of you as you fired thick, hot spunk into her awaiting womb. Scoots was squirting hard as she felt her womb start to swell from all the excess cum firing into her. You couldn’t pull out, trapped in a kaleidoscope of sensations, paralyzed and overwhelmed. She started loosening up, as each cumshot into her was washed back out by every new shot. Your cum was starting to pool underneath her onto the sofa. You felt like every shot was thicker and every spasm much harder, nature dictating that you put a baby into her right now. Her abdomen distended slightly, you broke the kiss and finally managed to pull out of her grip. Popping out of her vagina, you laid your still-ejaculating member on top of her pubic mound, firing a final half dozen shots across her flat chest, stomach, and on her face and mane. Your shots weakened towards the end as you grinded against her stomach. You got a good view of the filly, absolutely basted with cum. Your living room smelled heavily of sex and bodily fluids. Scoots licked at her face, wanting none of your juices to go to waste. You obliged, moving over and presenting your throbbing horsecock to her. She picked up where she last was, fellating and cleaning up your cum-coated cock. One of the greatest slices of heaven to end the night. Shrinking down, your cock snuck back into its sheath as Scoots finished up. Her pussy was leaking a lot of your cum. As she sat up, you saw her abdomen shrink, more of your cum pushing out onto the couch. She was a beautiful sticky mess, running her hand through her mane, the stickiness reflecting in the light of your living room. You sat down next to her, giving her a soft pat on the cheek, and kissing her for the final time tonight. This was the hardest you’ve ever gone during sex, and Scoots’ hard breathing assured you further. She curled up, resting her head in your lap, looking up into your eyes. “So, uh…” She began. “Should we cool off like this everytime we train?” You didn’t need to be asked twice. Without any hesitation, you nodded, looking forward to the next time you could plough into her tightness again. You headed off to your bedroom, grabbing a fresh towel for the filly. She had followed you into the room, wrapping her arms around you while you were about to pass her the towel. “Shower?” she asked, a renewed glimmer of lust reflecting in her eyes. You turned her down, there was indeed the saying of “too much fun”. “Next time, too much of a good thing can bore you, you know.” “Yeah, I suppose. Still, let’s shower, I really gotta head back soon.” She really knew the right things to say. You escorted her to your bathroom, turning up the heat in the shower. The two of you cleaned each other up, some teasing here and there. You were half-mast all throughout, and boy did those thighs look delicious again. Calming yourself down, you made sure to clean her of any cum that was coating her. Soon enough, she was squeaky clean, the only sign of your tryst being the cum still inside her. She dressed up the same way she arrived earlier, no one the wiser. You ruffled her mane as she kept her two piece swimsuit from earlier. “Come back as often as you want, I’ll be coaching you from now on.” She nodded gleefully. “I’ll let the rest of the CMC know of this. We really need to train up for the competition!” Her mind had switched from sex almost seamlessly back onto the thought of beating her opponents down. You admired the tenacity she had. “Yeah, just keep this… private lesson a secret. Consider it a reward for your hard work today.” She gave you a smug little smile. “Suuuuuuure coach, a ‘reward’ alright. I don’t mind, then there’ll be more of you for me!” Well, if she put it that way, then all should be good. She did go from not being able to swim properly to doing the basics today, and really that’s all you could ever ask for from a beginner like her. You showed her the door, opening into the cool night sky of the outside world flowing over the both of you. You nodded at her, to which she stood for a moment. “Coach… It’s late now, could you maybe walk me home as well? It’s not too far away, I promise!” Eh, you got her all trained and stuff. Nothing wrong with walking your student home to safety, especially at night. You shut the door behind you, and the both of you made off into the night, just talking about anything, with Scootaloo being the hyper filly that she was. You were looking forward to coaching them now. Who’d have thought that something you outright rejected earlier would turn 180 very quickly?