//------------------------------// // Confessions // Story: Adolescence // by Scout Feather //------------------------------// At half past midnight, Scootaloo crept through her house and out the front door. Her parents would have been fast asleep hours ago, so it wasn’t like she was worried about getting caught. Still, she hadn’t ever snuck out before, so it was, after all, a new experience to her. Ponyville seemed enormous and empty for the first time in her life. Rain poured down from the sky, drenching her mane and coat. As Scootaloo crossed the deserted streets and past darkened buildings, the short trek to the Carousel Boutique where Sweetie would certainly be staying was a seemingly long and tedious one, although she knew in reality it was a matter of minutes. Dark shapes of houses dotted the empty, foreboding streets as Scootaloo wearily trod her way through town. Her home had never seemed so frightening. What if someone saw her? Being such a small and friendly town, everyone knew everyone. If just one pony spotted her, she would be dragged back home and confronted with her angry parents. Her own small hoofsteps seemed to echo all the way to Canterlot, and she slowed her steady pace to nearly a crawl. She went over what she was about to say again and again. What if Sweetie was fast asleep, and she wouldn’t hear her at her window? What if Rarity heard her before Sweetie did? Maybe she should just wait until tomorrow to tell Sweetie how she felt. Wouldn’t that make more sense? No. she asserted to herself. She couldn’t wait any longer. She was going to tell her now. The smell of damp soil and wet grass filled her nose as she turned one final corner, the towering Boutique coming into view. Even that seemed daunting, but Scootaloo’s resolve was rock-solid. Nothing would stop her now. Looking around, she spotted the easiest route to Sweetie’s bedroom window. Wind rustling against her feathers, she gradually ascended a tall tree, carefully lifting herself from branch to branch. Her hoof slipped once or twice on the damp bark, earning her a bruise and a few cuts, but she never fell. At long last, determined and triumphant, she rose to a branch that was level with the roof outside Sweetie's window. With a small hop and buzz of her wings, she landed noiselessly on the roof, letting out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. Inching slowly forward so as not to slip on the wet shingles, she rapped on the window lightly, hoping with all of her being Sweetie would be at least half-awake. Silence. Nothing came from the other side of the glass pane for several minutes, except darkness. Scootaloo rapped again, and to her relief, a lamp turned on, and a silhouette of Sweetie crawled out of bed and came into view in front of the window. The filly stood there for a moment, rubbing her eyes before realization dawned, and she rushed up to open it and help her friend inside. “Scootaloo! What are you doing out there? It’s raining! You’re soaked and you’re going to catch a cold! How did you get on the roof?” Sweetie exclaimed frantically. Scootaloo simply shrugged nonchalantly. “I snuck out, Sweetie. To come see you. I have something to tell you.” Scootaloo blurted out. “Oh? Well come in out of the cold first! It’s freezing out! What were you thinking?” Sweetie exclaimed as she helped Scootaloo in, then quickly hurried towards her closet, rummaging for a dry towel. Finding one, she draped it over her friend, who gave her a cute little smile, then looked away. There was a lump in Scootaloo’s throat as Sweetie finally sat down in front of her, tilting her head with a confused expression. “I...er...” Scootaloo began, scuffing one hoof on the floor. Sweetie remained quiet, listening intently. “I think I...well, I sorta...maybe…” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, spurting every word that followed in one barely legible string, “I really, really like you, and even though I know it’s weird for fillies to be together, Lyra and Bon Bon do it, and they’re happy, and I just want to be with you even though I don’t really understand why. I think you're pretty, and smart, and...and every time we kiss it makes my chest hurt and my wings flutter and...that’s it.” Her spiel over, Scootaloo hung her head and stared at the ground, on the verge of tears and prepared for the worst.There was silence for a few seconds, Sweetie’s expression changing from surprise, to disbelief, to concern. The worst didn’t come. As soon as a tear started to form in Scootaloo’s eye, she was suddenly met with a white muzzle, caressing her cheek. Sweetie nuzzled and forced Scootaloo’s head up to look her in the eye. “I want to be with you, too,” she whispered, pecking her cheek with a tender kiss. Scootaloo’s eyes threatened to bulge out of her head, and Sweetie chuckled. “When I asked you to kiss me at Summer Camp last year, I wasn’t telling you the truth. It wasn’t for cutie marks or anything. It was because I like you, too.” Leaning back, Sweetie gazed at her new fillyfriend. Scootaloo stared for a moment, taking it all in. Sweetie had feelings for her the entire time, and didn’t tell her? Why had her friend kept it a secret? Then she knew. Had Sweetie confessed to her any time before the last week, she would have more than likely pushed her away. Scootaloo suddenly felt a pit of guilt in her stomach. “It worked out in the end, though, right?” She put on a confident smile, noticing the guilty expression, but it wavered at the sight of the damp and shivering Scootaloo, who, in a flash, was swept up by a bone-crushing hug as Sweetie returned the exact favor Scootaloo had bestowed upon her the night before; sharing her warmth. Both blushed lightly, but didn’t move as they shared in the embrace, Scootaloo’s hooves eventually rising up to respond in kind. “I guess now that you’re here, it’s too cold and wet outside to go back home tonight.” Sweetie murmured. “I was about to go to bed, but… you can sleep with me, if you want” Beneath her white fur, her cheeks grew a darker shade of red. “Rarity wouldn’t mind?” Scootaloo asked, surprised. Sweetie shrugged, but led her new partner to the bed anyway. “I don’t care. Even if she did find out, it would still be worth it. Besides, she’s a heavy sleeper.” That was all Scootaloo needed. No further doubts or worries plagued her as she crawled into bed next to Sweetie, cuddling up not unlike how they had done the night before. Except this time, they were unafraid of being seen. Scootaloo felt on top of the world as she embraced the one filly she wanted to the most. All of her anguish and confusion of the last week seemingly melted away, and she let out a contented sigh. Sweetie noticed, and gave her a tiny nudge. “You okay?” Sweetie whispered, her voice riddled with concern. “Yeah.” Was the response. “Better than ever, actually.” Their muzzles met with mutual nuzzlings, Scootaloo’s heart pounding against her chest again. How could one moment be so perfect? As their snouts caressed and rubbed against each other, Scootaloo knew this was exactly where she wanted to be. Sweetie beamed up at her, and the sight melted Scootaloo’s heart. In her eyes, she had somehow won herself the most beautiful filly in the world. How was that possible? Was it even fair that Sweetie liked her back? It probably shouldn’t be, but this is too awesome. But isn’t this sappy? What would Rainbow Dash think? Her thoughts caused her to falter a moment, and she realized what she was doing - Was she really dating a filly? - It felt so strange, but at the same time, it felt right. As if this was always what she had wanted to do. Her thoughts went back to Lyra again, and all her worries about the current situation dissipated. If Lyra and Bon Bon could be happy, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle could be happy, and that’s all she needed. Nothing else mattered. The pair laid together for a long time, gazing at each other from across the pillow, hooves wrapped around each other’s bodies. Scootaloo didn’t dare say a word, too afraid to spoil the moment. Either Sweetie felt the same, or found it incredibly amusing, as she didn’t speak either, but lay back and regarded Scootaloo with a fond smile and the occasional nudge. The night wore on, and Scootaloo slowly grew increasingly confident. The exchanged nuzzles became kisses, and they gradually moved closer and closer to each other, so that even when they weren’t kissing, their muzzles were touching in some form or another. The kissing, which started out as pecks on the cheek, moved to lips, which lasted longer while Scootaloo became braver. During one fateful kiss, Scootaloo’s tongue extended and prodded at Sweetie’s mouth, who welcomed it graciously. They made out for what felt like hours, hungrily lapping at each other’s mouths. The extended, tongue-filled kissing ended, but Scootaloo soon found herself on top of Sweetie, passionately peppering her with dozens of kisses that were short, tender, and loving. Sweetie made a muffled giggling sound as she reciprocated, caught off guard by Scootaloo’s sudden confidence, but loving it all the same. She squirmed and laughed happily at the barrage. “S-scoots! That tickles! S-stop! Hehehe!” Sweetie gave the other filly a weak prod with her hoof and shivered as Scootaloo started kissing along her neck and collar. It was an unusual, but welcome feeling to her. “Never!” Scootaloo whispered defiantly, rubbing her hoof up and down Sweetie’s side. Sweetie gave a contented coo and relaxed back into her pillows as Scootaloo shifted down and kissed the top of her chest. Then she paused entirely, her hoof freezing. “What’s wrong?” Sweetie tilted her head up and looked down at a reluctant Scootaloo. “I...I want to make you feel good, Sweetie. Like...the way you make me feel.” Her voice was hoarse, and barely a whisper. In fact, it came as a surprise even to herself that she would suggest it. It was true, though. The feeling of using her own hoof on herself while thinking of Sweetie was incredible, and if that was any indication, Sweetie deserved to feel the absolute best. “What do you mean, Scoots?” Sweetie seemed undoubtedly surprised, more from innocence than the suggestion itself. “Well, I...m-maybe it’s better if I show you? Do you trust me?” Scootaloo received a quick, unfaltered nod. Sweetie didn’t even think twice; she really was incredible. Scootaloo rolled off and wriggled up to Sweetie’s neck, nuzzling her softy. One hoof rested itself on Sweetie’s stomach and slowly started trailing small circles. Down and down it went. Sweetie nuzzled her fillyfriend back happily when suddenly the hoof hit home, and she gasped out loud. “O-Oh Scoots!” Cheeks flushed red, she buried her muzzle against Scootaloo’s as the warm, gentle hoof slid up and down against her small slit. It didn’t take long for her body to instinctively start lubricating. The smell wafted up to Scootaloo’s nose, and she found it intoxicating and alluring. Her hoof increased pace, firmly grinding against Sweetie’s eager fillyhood. The muffled sounds of masturbation filled the room, along with Sweetie’s occasional moan or gasping of Scootaloo’s name. Heart leaping, Scootaloo couldn’t be happier to give her friend the same amazing feeling she had discovered days ago. Their muzzles pressed together, and immediately they began exchanging tongue again. Sweetie squeaked several times, the hoof increasing in pace and firmness, but her voice was thankfully muffled by the kiss. The smell of her arousal increased and clouded Scootaloo’s mind. She briefly thought about her first experience with her own hoof, and what it had tasted like after she was finished. Something inside her, instinctual and primitive, told her to get a better look. She shuffled lower, still rubbing her fillyfriend’s soaking crotch. Sweetie acknowledged her with a low, needy whimper, rubbing a hoof through Scootaloo’s mane. Scootaloo paused for a moment, reveling in the feeling of having a hoof run through her mane. She had always hated it when Ponies messed with her mane, especially her mother, but this was different. It was comforting and intimate. Her left ear flicked casually and she tried to push it to the back of her mind. Now was the time to focus on Sweetie. “S-scoots” Sweetie huffed. Scootaloo grinned from ear to ear as she shifted down between Sweetie’s legs, kissing her tummy and abdomen, tongue trailing along her fur sensually, not really knowing what to do, but knowing it felt right all the same. I can’t believe this is happening She thought, doing her best to hold back how giddy and excited she was getting. Sweetie blushed, but didn’t protest, widening her hips as Scootaloo placed her snout directly near her nether region, taking in a good whiff of that tantalizing scent. It was musky and overpowering, but Scootaloo couldn’t think of anything better in the world. She tilted her head back and took in the sight of the winking flower. The outer lips had become red and puffy, while the center was dripping. Sweetie’s tail twitched as Scootaloo looked up at her, an idea forming. She licked her lips and met Sweetie’s gaze, silently asking permission to try something. A little taken aback, Sweetie nodded. Scootaloo tilted her head forward and took another whiff, her thoughts turning foggy and clouded, as if in a dream. She extended her tongue, just for a taste. Her tongue lapped up some excess fluids that were dripping slowly down the side, and she grimaced, gauging the taste as she held it on her tongue. She could tell right away that it was altogether different when it was directly from the source, and on someone else. Her tongue roughly dragged itself across Sweetie’s honeypot; starting from the bottom and working her way up, spreading the opening slightly. Pulling back, she was busy thinking about how it was sweet and tangy - not unlike her own, but much more agreeable when it was Sweetie - when she saw the filly she had just been licking; her face was flushed red and buried in the nearest pillow, panting from the incredible feelings it had brought her. It must have felt a lot better than Scootaloo previously estimated. For the second time that night, she felt her heart clench and she could think nothing but of how adorable she looked. Then she did what any good fillyfriend would do; She went back down and licked her again, starting at the base like she had before, and moving her tongue upward at a much quicker pace. At the top, she found a familiar nub she had noticed on herself before. She knew this felt even better, so she licked that, too. Her inexperience and naivety certainly showed, but Scootaloo made up for it with zeal and passion. Every lick made Sweetie squeal and squirm pleasurably, so she kept doing it. Soon, she was lapping rapidly at her sex, taking extra care and attention on the small nub, curling her tongue around it. Sweetie’s hoof came around and rested on top of Scootaloo’s head, hoof running through her mane again. As Sweetie moaned quietly above her, burying her muzzle in a nearby pillow, Scootaloo was in bliss. The taste of her marefriend, the warmth of her body, the sweet, musky scent, and the feeling of her hoof running through her mane was all too much. It seemed as if Sweetie was begging for more now, desperately pulling Scootaloo in. Scootaloo complied readily, planting her muzzle directly on the mound so that she could lick with a faster pace much easier, and found that her tongue sank in slightly. Sweetie jerked her hips up, easing the tongue in further. In response, Scootaloo buried her tongue as deep as it could go, taking in every potent scent and sweet flavor. Sweetie’s mouth fell open, and the sound of a quiet whine filled the room. Scootaloo knew what this meant all too well, and to show she was right there with her during her first time, reached up to squeeze Sweetie’s hoof. Sweetie’s hips fell into a rhythmic humping against Scootaloo’s muzzle as the heat inside her body grew warmer and warmer until achieving an ultimate climax, and Scootaloo was more than happy to drink back every drop of nectar that suddenly flooded her mouth. Her hoof was squeezed tightly the whole time. “Scooooooots!” Sweetie mewled and panted for a few long-lasting seconds until at last she collapsed in a daze. A smiling, wet-muzzled Scootaloo crawled up and kissed her joyfully. Sweetie was hesitant and first, but curiously flicked her tongue against Scootaloo’s, gauging the taste of her own secretions. In the back of her mind, Scootaloo worried that it wasn’t as good as she wanted it to be. The kiss was broken, but their muzzles didn’t part. Sweetie mumbled something Scootaloo didn’t hear, but waved it off, instead focusing on speaking just louder than a whisper. “Did I do okay?” “Wow.” Sweetie repeated with a goofy grin that stretched ear-to-ear. That was all Scootaloo needed. Sweetie gave her one final kiss, her expression both grateful and satisfied, and it was enough to shake off any fears of inadequacy Scootaloo still held. Scootaloo pulled the covers up over themselves, nestling in comfortably behind her filly friend, who sighed contentedly and closed her eyes, asleep within seconds. Scootaloo kissed her cheek, whispered goodnight, and turned out the bedside lamp, despite not feeling tired herself. Sleep wouldn’t come to Scootaloo so easily—she was far too happy. As the night wore on, she nuzzled and kissed all over Sweetie’s face and neck, hooves roaming all around her body. Even though she hadn’t gotten a chance for pleasure herself, she didn’t really care. Making Sweetie feel good was more than enough, and getting to sleep next to her was more than she could possibly dream. By the time she finally did fall asleep, the sun was almost up.