DCFTEF - Rumble and Scootaloo

>You are Rumble.
>Age 13. Ordinary 8th grader at Canterlot High.
>8th grade? High school?
>Yeah, when the district built the new schools they eliminated the Junior High building.
>Budget cuts.
>Now the 6th & 7th graders stay in the Elementary School.
>The 8th graders go to the High School.
>You're not a freshman, but you still go to the High School.
>You don't mind. The lunchroom is a lot better here.

>Scootaloo is a girl in your grade.
>Hard to think of her as a girl though.
>She plays, curses & fights just as hard as any boy.
>Gets in plenty of trouble for it too.
>Scoots has been paddled in Principal Celestia's office more times than any girl in the 8th grade.
>She's proud of her record too.
>Jeeze...that girl must have a cast iron butt.

>It's after lunch now.
>You hang out on the quad, trying to look cool.
>It's hard when you're in 8th grade & everyone is older than you.
"Psst! Rumble!"
>Who's that?
"Psssst! Rumble! Over here!"
>Scootaloo is hiding behind a bush.
>That's weird; Scootaloo has never hidden from anything before.
>Did she finally fuck up and cross Sunset Shimmer?
>If so, you don't want anything to do with that noise.
"What do you want, Scoots?"
>She beckons you to follow her.
>Aww shit, what's that girl trying to get you mixed up in?
>If she's pissed off Sunset Shimmer you don't want to be involved.
>If she's in trouble with some teacher you don't want to be involved either.
>You'd rather not take a trip to Principal Celestia's office today.

>Scootaloo leads you inside.
>It's lunch time so the halls are empty.
>Everybody is in the cafeteria or on the quad.
"Scoots, we need a hall pass to be out here!"
>She shrugs it off.
"Ya only need a hall pass if you get caught."
>Brilliant reasoning.
>That's what she said right before she got her second paddling as well.
>She ducks into the girls' bathroom.
>Does she want you to wait?
>No; she reaches out and yanks you inside.
"SCOOTALOO, ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY!?"
"I can't be in here!"
>She seems to give zero fucks about your worries.
"Relax, I checked the room...we're alone."
>The girls' room is a lot like the boys' bathroom.
>But there's 3 more stalls & no urinals.
>There's a weird white box on the wall...looks like a vending machine.
>None of this really puts you at ease.
"Shit, Scootaloo, I'm a boy! Did you forget that fact?"
"I can't get caught in the girls' bathroom!"
>She shoves you into a stall.
"Then quit wasting time! Take your pants completely off!"
>Huh?
>She slams your door and goes into the next stall.
"Calm your tits, Rumble. If anybody comes in & looks under the stall they'll only see your feet."
"From that angle you could be a girl."
"Unless they see your pants on the floor, then you're busted!"
>You bang on the wall and remind her;
"WE'RE busted...this wasn't my idea!"
>But she's right, you take your pants completely off and hold them on your lap.
>Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
>In the girls' bathroom...with a girl...with no pants on.
>If you get caught you're dead meat.
>They'll probably sentence you to the school's electric chair.
>Does the school own an electric chair?
>You don't want to know.

"Give me your underwear!"
>WTF?
>Scootaloo reaches under the wall.
>She's handing you a balled up pink handkerchief.
>Wait...that's not a hankie.
>It's HER PANTIES.
"Why are you giving me these? Why do you want my underwear?"
>Scootaloo finally slows down & explains.
"I was playing softball after lunch."
"Rainbow Dash totally knocked one outta the park."
"It was awesome!"
"The ball went over the fence, I hopped over to get it."
"But ever since that stupid new dress code rule, girls have to wear skirts!"
"My underpants got hooked on the chain link."
>You hold her panties up in front of your face.
>There's a huge V-shaped rip on the seat.
"Rumble, I need to trade undies with you! Hurry!"
"I can't wear my own panties, they've got a big rip."
"If the wind blows my skirt up everybody is gonna see my butt!"
>You sit there, trembling & staring at Scootaloo's panties.
>A girl's panties...still warm...right in your hands.
>You can't believe how soft they feel.
>Light pink cotton, with lacy white trim around the waist & leg elastic.
>Not what you expected from such a tomboy.
>But then again, Scootaloo probably doesn't buy her own underwear.
>It's her foster Mom who does that.
"Rumble! What the hell? Did you fall asleep over there?"
"Hurry up, I need your underwear!"
>She's going to wear your underwear?
>Does that mean you have to wear hers?
"Scoots, are you serious?"
>Maybe her friends are hiding in the other stalls.
>Ready to burst out laughing if you actually do it.
>Scootaloo is usually nice, but she's not above a mean prank.
"Rumble, please don't wimp out on me!"
"Nobody is gonna know you have torn underpants on."
"Please help me out!"

>Okay, this is the weirdest thing you've ever done.
>You slide your underwear down your legs & over your feet.
>Scootaloo still has her hand under the wall, palm open.
>You give her your underwear.
"Thanks Rumble!"
>You can hear her sliding them on.
>The thump of her sneakers on the floor.
>The rustle of her skirt as she pulls them up.
>Your underwear...on a real live girl.

>Now you have to put her underwear on.
"Hurry up Rumble! I'll check the door to make sure it's all clear,
"but if you take all day I'm leaving you behind!"
>Great.
>You do her a favor...she threatens to ditch you.
>Okay, deep breath.
>You slip the soft pink cotton over your feet.
>You stand up and slowly slide them up your legs.
>Scoots' size is about the same as yours.
>It feels funny not having a fly.
>Well, duh...girls can't pee standing up anyway.
>Your cock & balls are hugged tight by the soft fabric.
>Right where her pussy was just a few minutes earlier.
>The thought is enough to make you dizzy.
"Come on, Rumble, you ready or not?"
>Okay, okay.
>Pull up your pants, zip the fly, button up. Buckle your belt.
"I'm ready. Is it safe?"
>Scootaloo checks the door.
"Yeah, come on."
>You open your stall & sneak out.
>Scootaloo is watching the door. You escape into the hallway.
"Thanks, Rumble. After school we'll meet up at my clubhouse to swap back."
>She punches you in the arm.
>That's a gesture of affection for her.
>Seriously, what did you expect, a kiss?

>The rest of the day is awkward.
>You're constantly pulling up your pants to make sure the waistband doesn't peek out.
>You squirm in your seat at every class.
>Acutely aware that you're wearing girls' panties.
>When you need to piss you go into a stall instead of using the urinal.
>You can't let the guys catch a glimpse of your pink panties.
>Then it turns to ultimate disaster.

>Snips & Snails are coming this way.
>Idiots...Sunset Shimmer's dimwitted sycophants.
"Have a nice TRIP, 8th grader."
>That was dumb, you shoulda seen that coming.
>Too busy daydreaming about Scootaloo's warm pussy being right where your balls are now.
>You tumble face-first to the floor.
"Aww, come on Snails, that wasn't cool. Help him up!"
>That sounds suspicious.
"Sure, I'll help him get up. WEDGIE TIME!"
>Oh SHIT!
>That would suck at any time.
>But if Snails grabs your underwear for a wedgie he's gonna get a surprise you'll never live down.
>You scramble to your feet and run for your life.
>But they're older & bigger.
>Are you doomed?
>You're running for your life.
>But you can feel them catching you.
>It's all over.
>The minute Snips & Snails wedgie your underwear up into your buttcrack they'll know.
>Everybody will know.
>You crash into a solid object.
>Dazed, you fall to the floor.
"Hey you dweebs, don't you know this is my part of the hall?"
>Holy shit, it's Gilda.
>She's tough as nails. Smokes filterless cigarettes & rides a beat up Honda Hawk 650 to school.
>Maybe the only student who doesn't take shit off Sunset Shimmer & her crew.
>But to you she's just as dangerous as the numbskull twins.
"Piss off Gilda, we're just havin' some fun with this 8th grader."
"We're gonna hang him up by his underwear."
>Glida snarls & stares both of them down.
"This dweeb is on my turf. If anybody's givin' him a wedgie it's me."
>Oh shit...you are so dead.
>Snips & Snails back down. They know they're out of their territory.
>They curse you as they retreat.
"You got lucky this time, 8th grader!"
>You don't feel lucky.

>Gilda sneers at you.
"Running in my hallway, eh? Crashing into me? So what were those two idiots gonna do with you...a wedgie? Well that sounds like fun."
"Up against the wall, dweeb!"
>You. Are. Doomed.
>But lucky fate intervenes again.
"Hey Gilly, come on, we'll be late for gym! Best class of the day!"
>It's Rainbow Dash.
>She's 20% less likely to give you the dreaded wedgie.
"Yeah, just a minute Dash. I just gotta deal with this dweeb who doesn't watch where he's going."
>Dash tugs on Gilda's arm.
"Come on...he's just a dork. We can't be late or coach will make us run laps."
>Gilda snorts with contempt, but you're saved.
>She departs.
>Under your breath you whisper;
"Thank you Rainbow Dash."
>You don't think she heard you.
>But she answers;
"Nah, don't mention it, twerp. Scoots told me you did her a favor. Didn't tell me what, but I'd say you earned a rescue."
>Doesn't offer you a hand up, just walks away.
>The gods are on your side.
>You pick yourself up. Only one class to go.
>That last bell is the most wonderful sound in the world.
>Your friends Featherweight & Shady Daze ask you to hang out after school.
>They want to go down to the river and go swimming.
>Sorry. Gotta blow them off.
>But you don't tell them why.

>It's a little hard to find Scootaloo's club house.
>It's out in the woods near Applebloom's house.
>You hope Scootaloo is alone.
>She is.
"Yeah, we're safe. Sweetie Belle is helping her sister & Applebloom is in after school detention. Nobody is coming around."
>But just to be safe Scoots pulls the staircase up.
"Thanks a lot for helping me out today."
"I was really desperate when it happened."
"Didn't consider how weird it must have felt until later on."
"But we can swap back now."

>There's no private stall in the club house.
>The best you can do is close the shutters.
>It feels weird taking off your pants in front of a girl.
>But she's taking off her skirt too.
"Aww shit!"
>Damn it, what's wrong now?
>Scootaloo looks at you, red faced with embarrassment.
"Rumble, I'm so sorry...but...I'm kinda wet."
"I swear I did not pee my pants!"
"Don't you tell ANYONE I pee'd my pants 'cause it's not true."
"Actually...they're your pants. Sorry.
>She pulls down your underwear and gives them to you.
>Your underwear are really wet
>But she was right, it's not pee.
>Kind of a thin, slippery goo.
>Scootaloo seems embarrassed by it.
"I don't know why it happens...it just sorta does when I feel good about something."
"We could put them on the windowsill and let them dry out."
>Yeah, that's the only option.
>Can't put them back on all sopping wet.
>But it will take a while to dry.

"Look, just to show I'm sorry about getting my mess all over your undies, I won't put any panties on either until yours are dry."
>Oh yeah, you still have hers on.
>Red faced, you slide them down your legs.
>Oh shit, whyboner?
>But Scoot doesn't seem to notice.
>You realize, she's never seen a boy's dick.
>She probably thinks this is normal.
>Both of you are naked from your waist to your socks.
>Scootaloo's little bald slit fascinates you.
>She's staring at your erect penis too.
"Rumble, we may have to wait a while before your underwear dries."
"Maybe we could do...ya know...stuff...if you want..."
>You feel lightheaded.
>Best day ever.
"What do you want to do, Scoots?"
>She blushed even harder. It's difficult to keep eye contact.
"Well, I don't wanna do anything gross like kissing."
"But maybe if I can touch yours you can touch mine?"
>Yeah, that sounds real good.

>You two toss a blanket on the floor.
>You sit, facing each other.
>You get close enough to touch.
"Okay, who's first?"
>Neither of you have ever done this before.
"We go together...3...2...1..."
>You put your hand on her little orange slit.
>You feel her hand on your penis.
>So many sensations. Your brain wants to explode.
>You want to feel every millimeter of Scootaloo's smooth, warm pussy.
>But you want to relish the sensation of Scoots exploring your member.
>Both at once you yank your hands back.
"Oh wow..."
"I'm sorry. That was just too intense."
>Scootaloo seems relieved that you felt the same way.
"Okay, me too. Let's go one at a time instead."
"I'll go first."

>Scootaloo leans back.
>You reach out and touch her bare slit for a second time.
>Petting it up & down.
>So wet, so soft.
>It's the best thing in the world.
"You can push your fingers inside, it goes deeper."
>You need no further invitation.
>It's like nothing you've ever felt before.
>Slippery and hot.
>There's ridges & contours inside there.
>Up near the top there's a little flap of skin.
>Scootaloo goes wild when you touch that.
"Oh my god, Rumble...what are you doing?..don't stop!"
>Okay, that little skin flap must be something important.
>Holy shit you hope that doesn't get her pregnant.
>No, no, calm down and quit being stupid, Rumble.
>You've known how babies are made for years.
>And now you have your fingers right in Scootaloo's pussy!
>Best day ever!
>Finally she pushes you away.
"Sorry, did I do something wrong?"
>Scootaloo's smile says you didn't.
"No, Rumble...it's just so intense. I need a break."
"And you need some attention."
>Scootaloo grips the shaft of your penis.
>She kneads it with her fingers, it feels so amazing.
>But she really doesn't know what to do with it.
"When I'm alone I rub it up and down"
>She tries.
"Like this?"
>No matter how you did it before it's not as good as having a real girl do it.
>You get dizzy, it's so awesome.
>But she's still just pulling the skin up and down.
"We need something slippery."
>Then she realizes;
"Oh, I've got plenty of that."
>Scootaloo wipes up her own juices from her pussy & inner thighs.
>She uses that to stroke your hard cock.
"Is that better?"
>Oh shit, it's so much better.
>Her strong little hand slides up and down your skin shaft.
>She's learning, the head is sensitive.
>Scootaloo spends extra time rubbing that.

>Alright, you think you can handle both at once.
>You poke fingers into her pussy again & look for her magic spot.
>But this time you slide them under the little skin flap.
"Oh SHIT! Rumble, right there! Yes, right there!"
>You found a little nub under the skin flap.
>That's the real magic spot.
>You wonder if all girls have one, or is Scoots special?

>Slippery juice is squirting from Scootaloo's pussy.
>It's so messy, it's all over your blanket.
"Rumble, can I put my mouth on it?"
>Oh boy.
>You've seen this stuff in your brother Thunderlane's magazines.
>But you thought that was all just for show.
>A girl really wants to put her mouth on your dick!
>She's actually asking you!
"Do it...do it please!"
>She goes down on you, but it feels wrong.
>She's sucking it sideways.
"No, Scoot...I think it goes in straight."
>She looks scared.
"You're not gonna pee in my mouth, are you?"
>You promise not to.
>So she does it.
>Oh, it feels so good.
>Her mouth, her tongue, her hot breath.
>And you just keep rubbing her magic spot.
>It's so intense it almost hurts.
>Your bodies are tangled up, slick with sweat & Scoots' own pussy juice.
>This can't go on forever.
>Your dick feels ready to explode.
>Oh shit...it really might explode.
>You promised Scootaloo you wouldn't pee in her mouth.
"Take it out! Take it out now!"
>You pull away from her.
"What? Did I hurt you?"
>Before you can say a word white, pearly goo spurts from your penis.
>It gets all over Scootaloo, her face, her shirt, her thighs.
>Luckily your hand blocks any from getting on her pussy.
>That would really scare you...this is the stuff that gets girls pregnant.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry Scoots!"
>She's not mad; she giggles.
"Why are you sorry? I did that. I made a boy cum! I really made a boy cum!"
>She smiles and adds;
"Thank you for making me cum...twice."
>What!?
"You got to cum twice? That's totally unfair!"
>But you're not really mad; it's funny.

>After a short rest where you two just lay on the messy blanket, holding each other, it's time to clean up.
"I suppose we better burn this?"
>Scootaloo shakes her head.
"Nah, I can sneak it into my foster family's laundry. They have so much they'll never notice."
>What about her clothes?
>Her shirt is covered in your jizz.
"I think I'll have an accident on the walk home."
"I'll fall in the creek...that will cover up the evidence."
>She's an evil genius.
"They'll scold me for messing up my school clothes, but it's better than the truth!"

>Your underwear is dry by now.
>Both of you get dressed.
"Ya know, I can't wear these anymore."
>Scoots pokes her finger thru the big rip in her pink panties.
"Never liked pink much anyway. You want 'em as a souvenir?"
>Best souvenir ever.
>Even if they do smell a little bit like your own balls.