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Cutie Mark Crusader Film Critics	By : Thunderdome Category: +M through R > My Little Pony Views: 9067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scootaloo groaned and sank down onto the floor of the Cutie Mark Crusaders’ clubhouse, exhausted. She heard Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle flop onto the couch behind her.
“Ah guess our special talents aren’t runnin’ three-mile mare-a-thons.” Sighed Apple Bloom, eyeing her own empty yellow flank.
“I don’t think I’m ever gonna walk again!” Mumbled Sweetie Belle, rubbing her eyes with her front hooves. She stopped within a few seconds, unable to muster the strength to keep her limbs up.
“Let’s go talk to Rainbow Dash.” Scootaloo prompted wearily. “Maybe she has some more ideas about our special talents.” The orange Pegasus filly frowned at her friends’ groans.
“Aw, not now, Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom said. “’Sides, you always say we should go see Rainbow Dash! The way you talk about her all the time, anypony’d think you was in love with her or sumthin’!”
Sweetie Belle laughed and gave Apple Bloom a playful shove. “Nuh-uh! Rainbow Dash is a filly! And she’s too old for Scootaloo anyway.”
Scootaloo turned away from her friends, blushing hotly. She doubted either of them knew that their words contained more than a bit of truth. But how could they not see it? Rainbow Dash was so cool! Scootaloo’s wings twitched. She thought about Rainbow Dash’s beautiful blue coat, her awesome rainbow mane… Her perfectly toned body… Scootaloo’s wings were slowly stiffening. She imagined herself flying alongside Rainbow Dash, the wind whipping through her mane. Rainbow Dash smiled at her warmly. She opened her mouth to say something…
A confused prompt from Sweetie Belle snapped Scootaloo back into reality. “Are you okay, Scoot? You look kinda funny.”
“Oh! No, I mean, yeah, I’m… just tired.” She shook the last remnants of her daydream out of her head, and her little wings folded back up. “Um, anyway! Why don’t we ask our folks if we can sleep here tonight?” She gestured toward the small dusty television in the corner of the clubhouse. Hardly anypony used them any more, since books were obviously superior, but the three fillies had managed to figure out how to use it. “We can watch a movie!”
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle instantly forgot about the previous series of events, as well as their fatigue, and leapt off the couch excitedly. “YEAH!” They shouted in unison. Scootaloo joined in, happy to put the awkward occurrence behind her. “CUTIE MARK CRUSADER SLEEPOVER PARTY!”
The startled chittering of birds was heard outside. “I’ll get the movie, so you guys get the snacks and pillows, okay?” Sweetie Belle said. Without waiting for an answer, she was off. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom grinned at each other, high-hoofed, and departed as well.
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After getting permission from Rarity to sleep at the clubhouse, Sweetie Belle made a beeline for the library. She received several greetings of “Evening, Sweetie Belle!” from various ponies on their way home. As she passed Sugar Cube Corner, she heard Pinkie Pie squeal something about “Yummy-zummy muffins” delightfully. She paused, curious. Soon, Ditzy Doo exited the shop, her mailbag stuffed with what Sweetie Belle assumed to be muffins, and waved goodbye to someone inside.
Pinkie Pie said something about a “super-closing-time-party” and the lights of the store began to flicker. Sweetie Belle smiled and raised a hoof to wave to Ditzy Doo. “Hi, Derpy Hooves!” she called, using the strange pony’s nickname.
Ditzy Doo, noticing the filly, flapped her wings happily and waved back. “Greeting the muffin!” She said. “Hoping the muffin to have a good night!”
“You have a good night too, Derpy!” Sweetie Belle laughed, and continued on her way to the Library, the setting sun casting a long shadow behind her.
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Spike had just finished reshelving the library’s books (they had fallen after ANOTHER “Rainbow Dash incident”) when the doorbell rang. The young dragon sighed and walked toward the door. “I thought we were done for tonight.” He mumbled. “I wanna go to bed.”
He straightened his posture immediately when he saw who was at the door. “Oh, hi, Sweetie Belle!” He greeted gaily, leaning against the door frame. “How’s your sister?”
Sweetie Belle noticed the dreamy, far-off look in Spike’s eyes, and sighed. “You don’t have to try to impress me, Spike. I’m not Rarity.”
The young dragon breathed out in relief. “Okay, sorry. Did you need something?”
“Yes, do you have any movies in there?”
Spike whistled. “Movies, huh? Been a long time since anyone used one of those. But yeah, I think we have some. C’mon.” He led her to a small hatch in the floor and pried it open. “There should be some down there.” He noticed Sweetie Belle eying the opening suspiciously and laughed. “Don’t worry, that’s just the supplementary basement. It’s where we keep stuff that’s old or outdated.”
The dragon and the filly stood in awkward silence for a moment. “Uh, are you worried about how dark it is? You can just make some light with your magic, can’t you?”
Sweetie Belle frowned. “Of- of course I can! And I’m not afraid of the dark, anyway! I’m a Cutie Mark Crusader!” She braced her hooves and tried to look as brave as possible.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay, didn’t mean to tangle your mane.” He yawned. “Well, I’m going to bed. Take what you want and close the door when you leave. G’night.”
“Good night.” The filly responded, watching him ascend the stairs to the bedroom. When he was gone, she looked down into the yawning blackness and shivered. Summoning up all her willpower, she closed her eyes and concentrated. A small flicker of light appeared at the tip of her little horn. ‘This will have to do.’ She thought, and descended.
Each step creaked spookily when she stepped on it, and it felt like an eternity before she reached the bottom. Looking around, the filly quickly located a pile of video tapes. There were quite a few of them, but they were covered in dust and she couldn’t see what they were called.
Suddenly, Sweetie Belle felt something crawling on her back. Startled, she squealed and bucked her legs until the feeling was gone. Her magic light flickered, and she shivered. She needed to get out of here! The white filly closed her teeth around the first video tape she saw and scrambled up the stairs as fast as she could.
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Scootaloo and Apple Bloom leapt to their hooves when Sweetie Belle entered the clubhouse, breathing heavily. They had already set up the television, pillows and snacks. “Where have you been, Sweetie Belle?” Apple Bloom whined. “We’ve been waiting for you FOREVER!”
“Uh, sorry.” The unicorn filly responded. “I had to… take a detour.” In truth, she had run all the way back, as the sun had set, and the darkness made everything scary. She idly wondered why in Equestria Nightmare Moon had wanted to make it last forever.
“What movie did you get?” Scootaloo asked eagerly.
Sweetie Belle laid the tape on the floor and pushed it over to her. “I dunno. It’s… the only one they had.” She lied, not wanting to admit her fearful retreat from the basement.
Scootaloo brushed the thick layer of dust off the cover of the box. “Live… Bareback… Fillies.” She read. “Six hours of pure pony pleasure…?” She glanced at Sweetie Belle, who raised her front hooves off the floor in a shrug. “Well, it’s better than nothing.”
She pried open the box and pushed the tape into the slot on the TV. The three fillies sat back and watched the screen flicker to life. They each gasped as they beheld a large, handsome stallion standing above a smaller, purple unicorn filly, laying on her back. She looked kind of scared.
“What’s…” Sweetie Belle began, but Apple Bloom shushed her, eagerly munching on some popcorn.
A thick, stiff rod of flesh protruded from between the stallion’s hind legs. The filly giggled as he aligned it in front of a little pink hole between hers. “Are you ready, darling?” The stallion purred. The filly nodded, and he began to push the pulsing rod of flesh into the hole. The filly moaned.
“Aw, man, this must be a horror movie!” Scootaloo said. Even so, she felt somehow drawn to the events on the screen. She felt her wings begin to stiffen and spread.
“I dunno, Scoots. Are ya sure? Apple Bloom queried, swallowing some popcorn.
“Are you blind?” Scootaloo gaped. “That filly is totally being stabbed by that colt!”
“Ah just don’t see what all the fuss is about.” Apple Bloom responded. “Mah big sis and Big Mac do this all the time.”
“Really?” Scootaloo’s wings stiffened further.
“Uh-huh. They don’t think I know, but I seen ’em.”
“What do you think, Sweetie Belle?... Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo turned around. Sweetie Belle was holding a pillow over her head and whimpering. “Tell me when they stop stabbing that purple filly!” She squeaked. Scootaloo sighed and returned her attention to the events onscreen.
The stallion was now moving his… whatever it was in and out of the filly quickly. “Oh, yes!” The filly cried. “Your dick feels so good!”
Scootaloo made a mental note of that word. She was beginning to feel quite strange. She was feeling a sensation she had previously only felt when she thought about Rainbow Dash. The orange Pegasus filly felt a wet sensation between her hind legs. She looked down, and was surprised to see something dripping from a little pink hole between them. ‘It must be the same hole that stallion is putting his dick into.’ She thought.
On the television, the filly was squealing happily and the stallion was grunting, shoving his dick deep inside her. His balls slapped against her butt when he hilted. “Yes! Fuck my pussy harder!” The filly wailed. Scootaloo’s hoof made its way to her own pussy. It was wet and squishy, and it felt really good when she touched it. She rubbed it a little, and let out a gasp. It felt amazing, especially a little bump at the top. She closed her eyes and began rubbing harder and harder, listening to the ponies on the screen mate.
“I’m going to cum!” She heard the stallion groan. What did that mean? It didn’t matter. “Yes, cum all over me!” The filly said. Scootaloo was breathing heavily now, rubbing her pussy as hard as she could. Her wings, fully erect, were splayed out at her sides. She felt a weird feeling well up inside her, almost like the feeling she got when riding her scooter really fast, but… different, better, more sensual. The feeling built up, up, up, until…
Scootaloo came. Waves of blissful electricity rushed through her body, making her thrust her hips forward against her hoof. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying out in pleasure. Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes just in time to see the stallion pull his dick out of the filly with a long SHLURP, aim it at her face and squirt some sort of thick, white liquid all over her. ‘That must be what cumming is.’ Scootaloo thought blankly, her eyelids beginning to feel heavy. She slumped forward, exhausted, and fell asleep.
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Scootaloo awoke to birds chirping and sunlight streaming through the clubhouse window. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle were already awake, and talking about possible cutie mark crusades. Scootaloo rubbed her eyes.
“Good morning, girls.”
“Morning.”
“Mornin’.”
Scootaloo remembered what had happened last night, and suddenly felt weirdly guilty. “Uh, girls, could we keep that movie a secret for now? Let it be a Cutie Mark Crusader secret?”
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked at each other, then looked back. “Fine bah me.” Apple Bloom shrugged.
“I didn’t even watch most of it anyway.” Sweetie Belle said, looking at the floor.
Scootaloo smiled. She had great friends. “OKAY!” She yelled, and the other two fillies caught on, joining her.
“CUTIE MARK CRUSADER SECRET KEEPERS!”
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