![Expand images cooterloo png (362 KB, 600x487) igdb google Ul □ Anonymous 12/06/12(Thu)13:09 No.6345030 [▼] Yea, right up here, past these trees. Yes, it's a tree house, I already told you that. I live here No, you don't have to worry about any foals walking in on us, there hasn't been anyone else here fo Show me what you brought. It's 75 bits, all right? It's nearly Hearth's Warming, and I need some firewood and a new sweater to make it through. Don't complain r like, five years now about it being cold in here either, you chose not to get an inn room. Just lay down in the straw bed But there's one rule, ok? You have to say my wings are pretty. You have to, no joke. Please don't forget. □ Anonymous 12/06/12(Thu)13:51 No 6345799 [▼] >26345866 >>6345929 226346008 >>6346086 226346158 >>6346170 226346246 226346701 226346913 (115 KB, 1600x1200) iqdb google 6345472 She straddles you without speaking another word. Shes warm and soft. Too soft, obviously spongy and bruised. She doesn't make a sound though, she's a champ. Perfect rhythm, back and forth, swaying her hips and pressing your rump into the groove worn into the boards beneath you. Motes of dust and straw chaff are worked into the air around her, glimmering sparkles reflecting the evening sun and sinking in the mist of her hot breath She's flaring her crippled wings now, not for balance, but for show. They're small and crooked, although meticulously well preened. She's staring deeply at you, she needs you to notice them. They're very pretty." She shuts her eyes □ Anonymous 12/06/12(Thu)14:35 No 6346701 [▼] >>6346787 > 884 >26346902226346913 2.43 MB, 480x270) igdb google Her hooves pin your shoulders as she abandoned the rhythm and begins twisting and grinding against you. Swirl and press, twist and press, long strokes and short heavy hip grinding. Warm, loveless kisses pepper your neck and muzzle, before nibbles trace your ears. You feel sweat beginning to form between the two of you, despite the piercing frost. She's trying to make quick work of you It's workin Hooves on her hips you interrupt her and pull her down with all your rutting strength, forming the tightest seal you can. Not an inch of flesh escapes as you work her back and forth, your little pony pressing against the deepest depths of her. Your body tells you that you need it, hers agrees wholeheartedly with a warm crushing empha She nods You do □ Anonymous 12/06/12(Thu)14:44 No. 6346884 [▼] >>6346915 >>6346916 >>6346955 2 KB, 940x850) iadb google 6346701 ou keep you r death grip on her hip she keeps every drop As your high spirit drifts back to reality the strength drains from your forelimbs, hooves listlessly falling into the hay at your sides. Only now do you notice the hoof shaped bruises dug deeply in just the same spots Scootaloo patiently waits for the last of your writhing shudders and twitches. Unceremoniously she rises up onto her knees, letting your little friend spring free onto your belly with a wet thwap. Hoof to her not-so-privates, she gently works at herself, drizzling your stomach with thick droplets of pearly white and pink. You came so much more than you thought, rivulets of the sticky substance lightly steaming in the cool air and matting straw to your sides That's another 25 for inside, all right?" . Anonymous 12/06/12(Thu)14:56 No 6347084 [▼] >>6347122 >>6347150 >>6347161 >>6347185 >>6347190 IMG 0471 png (1.12 MB, 1200x1000) igdb google 6346884 She gently washes herself with water from a galvanized bucket. She had gently tapped through a delicate layer of ice to retrieve the washcloth. She looks deeply into the bucket with all the concentration a fascinating work of art might deserve, wiping the icy cold cloth over her bruises and privates without any reaction more telling than a shudder of the ip. You decline as she offers it to you. You mostly rub off your fluids with bunches of straw, before realizing that it's her sleeping bedding you're wiping up with. She doesn't complain, and again you don't apologize You had brought enough to pay her, unsure how much a filly should cost, and perhaps with a warm heart in light of the holidays. She places the bits in a foal-sized saddlebag set, hiding it under a pile of mouse-eaten scraps of cloth and worn out clothing. You think perhaps you weren't meant to see that, but after such an activity it is odd that the sight could spark your sense of intrusion "If you want to come again before Hearth's Warming, it's only 60. I still need more A nod seems appropriate. You doubt you'll return though. No fault of her own, you just find the business unsettling, and you would have to find yourself extremely hard up for affection before considering such a thing again. You say goodbye, and with pay for a filly scratched off your mental bucket list you prepare to leave Save for one last question "Did you c--?" She tilts her head with an apologetic expression d you want me to?" | Seaswirl 12/06/12(Thu)15.26 No.6347635 [▼] >-6347689 >>6347737 >26347762 a8404241c1df7f82d1 (137 KB, 900x780) iadb google 6347374 She didn't If you dont count the bonus happy ending the other guy wanted The Canterlot Train station was packed, hundreds of ponies bumping into eachother and standing withers to withers. There were only two that mattered to Scoots though, and every year beneath the big sign for hot apple cider she found them Sweet, beautiful Sweetie Bell and strong, talented Applebloom where there, enjoying their first steaming mugs while waiting for the Ponyville line to arrive. Scootaloo came alive, buzzing her stubby wings and flying on her heart as she shouldered through to her old friends They were both very talented, very pretty, and very lucky. Scoots loved them dearly, and she spent every year she dreaming up stories to lie about that were half as impressive as their real lives that had taken them so far from home Happy Hearth's Warming!" Scootaloo started the cheer, but they all finished it in unison like so many of their old CMC chants. Scootaloo pulled two bits from her filly sized saddlebag and bought her own mug of cider, and the three reminisced about old times and the year gone by. Scoots kept the conversation as clean of herself as she could, until right before they were about to see the annual play "I lied last year. When we agreed not to bother with gifts this year The other two groaned as Scoots pulled out two tissue-wrapped presents and dropped them on the bench. Two thick, soft, extra long and warm scarves for her two friends It gets cold out watching the play, you know](https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/479/840/adf.png "adf.png")
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